5 comments/ 16168 views/ 16 favorites Megan's Sexy Stranger Ch. 01 By: Sweet_Sarah72 She really couldn't believe she was doing this. She shook her head as she swept past the tall doorman ushering her through the gleaming wood and glass doors. He tipped his hat and winked and she nodded, blushing but not quite able to make eye contact. She wondered if he knew. No, she thought, she was just letting her nerves get to her. Her eyes scanned the busy lobby and saw a sea of gray and white marble flooring, with gorgeous burgundy and gray plush area rugs placed strategically throughout the room. Dark gray leather loveseats with matching chairs were set out invitingly, creating cozy intimate places for guests to relax and talk or just take a moment to rest. She saw an empty chair to her right and headed over, careful to keep her coat closed tightly. She may be indoors, but the winter wind was still howling just outside the windows. She had her orders. Dress in tight mini-skirt, sexy top, thigh-highs and stilettos. Panties or thongs were "optional". Arrive, find a seat and wait for her name to be called. She glanced over at the long marbled check-in desk and was glad she was not waiting in that long line. Besides, then she might have to explain what she was doing here! Hmm, she thought, what am I doing here? She smiled a little smile, shaking her head again, letting her long chestnut hair fall across her face. Her fingers reached up to slide her hair back into place when she noticed she had caught the eye of a very well-dressed businessman. He was looking at her legs, she realized and it sent a little thrill through her. Something overcame her- excitement?- and she pretended she hadn't noticed him, but kept him in the corner of her vision. He was handsome, she noted; jet black hair with a touch of gray at the temples, barely noticeable, but a little sexy, she thought. He was wearing a dark blue suit; obviously expensive, with a white shirt and a light blue silk tie. For a second she found herself wanting to tug on that knot. Shocked at that, she raised her gaze to his and realized he had known all along that she had seen him. His dark eyes were electric as he walked over to the loveseat directly facing her, not pulling his eyes away for a second. As he got closer, she realized his eyes were a deep, dark blue. She wanted to reach out and feel the short, dark stubble on his cheeks, but resisted. He sat down and his eyes fell to her legs again. Heat rose in her face and she suddenly felt as she were on display for the entire lobby. She smiled again when she realized she couldn't decide which scared her more: that others might be watching or that she felt a sense of power and actually hoped more men were watching. Without even thinking, she felt herself guided by instinct. She wanted to see how this played out, so she leaned forward and slipped her coat off, folding it next to her. Uncrossing her legs, she pretended to resituate herself in the chair and tugged her tight black skirt up a couple of inches, showing the lacy edge of her thigh-highs. She crossed her legs again, knowing he watched her as she slowly slid her right hand from her knee to the hem of her skirt, sliding a finger under the edge and tracing the hem from the side of her leg to the front. She looked at him, letting her lashes cover her eyes and was pleased to see she had his attention. She wanted to see if she had anyone else's attention, but couldn't look away. The fact that he was breathing heavier aroused her like she had never felt before. She uncrossed her legs very, very slowly, letting her thighs part so that her skirt tugged higher. The cold air sliced through, catching her off guard for a moment. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the flimsy fabric of her top. She was cursing herself for wearing a bra. Before she could even think, she spread her legs further, giving the sexy stranger a front row view of her now very wet, pink and swollen pussy. She heard him gasp and saw the bulge in his pants before he could cover it with the magazine he found left on the loveseat by another guest. She was so glad she hadn't work panties. Their gazes locked, she let her tongue slowly wet her lips, arching her back just a tiny bit so her admirer got a chance to see just how hot she was for him. Her hard little nipples pressed out against the teal fabric. He smiled at her, his chest rising rapidly. He was definitely enjoying her little show. She was too. She scanned the room and was not surprised to count at least two other men as her fans. She wet her lips again and watched as one of them just smiled and shook his head, as if disbelieving what he was seeing. The other man, a younger man, probably around 28 and wearing a hotel uniform, was leaning against a wall, closer to the desk, but apparently still able to enjoy her performance. He was watching her every move. She let her hand brush across her breast for just a second and watched as he seemed to forget where he was and let his hand rub up and down his bulging crotch. She gave him a smile and he jolted back to reality, realizing he was touching himself in the lobby! He left quickly and she wondered if he was going to go touch himself and imagine it was her. She liked that. She brought her gaze back to her sexy stranger. He looked flushed and his eyes were darker, flashing with desire. He stood up, letting her see just how much he wanted her before gesturing with his head that she should follow him. She slid her legs back together and grabbed her coat before standing up. As she followed him, she realized she had broken the rules; she had not waited for her name to be called, which meant she most likely wouldn't be allowed to participate in the opportunity that had originally brought her to this luxurious hotel. But her passion wouldn't allow her to not see this through. She would deal with the consequences later. She followed this stranger as he strode to the elevator. She had the feeling that everyone waiting for an elevator knew what was happening, but she didn't care. She wanted to see what happened. Wanted to feel this man's hands on her, wanted to put on another little show for him. No, not just wanted, needed. For the first time in her life, she needed to be right where she was. No doubts. No worries. No fear. Just desire. The elevator doors opened and he held the door open for her, waving her in before him. When someone else tried to enter, he blocked them: holding his hand up as if to say "stop" and spoke only one word. "No." Others stepped back, allowing the elevator doors to close. He turned to her and ordered harshly, "Take your blouse off now, or I rip it from your body!" She didn't care that it was an order. She slipped the tight little top off over her head, letting him see her black lacy bra- a tiny little thing that barely covered her nipples. Her breasts were heaving as he reached his hands around her and pulled her to him roughly, devouring her mouth with his. His lips were hot, steely and demanding. His tongue took possession of hers, teasing her, letting her know there were more pleasures to come. The elevator stopped and he tore his mouth from hers. She reached for her blouse, but he said "Later!" and pulled her into the hallway. She realized the hall was filled with what appeared to be about ten loud and very drunk college basketball players and she was walking past them in a bra that barely covered her large breasts and a skirt that barely covered her ass, it was pulled so high up. She tried to pull her coat up as a covering, but he wouldn't let her. She look at him and realized he wanted everyone to see her. "Damn, baby, you are fi-i-ine! How about you let me take those double d's for a spin?" She looked over to see a tall, young black man. He was smiling at her and she felt a rush of power fill her. She had never been with a black man, but had always fantasized about it. Her milky skin, her pink pussy being filled with a big, black, throbbing cock. She licked her lips and dropped her gaze to his crotch. He noticed and grabbed his cock through his pants. "You want this bitch?" She smiled a little smile. Her sexy stranger stopped and turned back to the crowd of guys who were now all trying to outdo each other. "Mmmm, girl you want a ride you'll never forget?" "Show us those big tits bouncing up and down!" "C'mon baby, party with us!" Her stranger pulled her in front of him, his arms around her, palms hovering above her breasts. She wondered what was about to happen and gasped when he put his hand out, silencing the men, and in one small twist, had torn her bra open, releasing her breasts for all to see, his hands cupping them, showing everyone just how big they were. Stunned, she gasped and the men cheered. "Now, gentleman," my sexy stranger, as I had begun referring to him, began to speak, "this little slut is mine! When and if I decide to share her, I will let you know. In the meantime, get a good look, because in a few minutes she is going to look very, very fucked!" A roar filled the hall as he turned her around to face him and yanked up her skirt, revealing that she was not wearing even a thong. He whispered to her to lean forward and as she did, she knew the guys were able to see her wet pussy and she suddenly felt very vulnerable, and yet ached for more. He slid her skirt back down and led her to the end of the hall, leaving her ripped bra on the floor. She turned back in time to catch the young black man that had called her "fine" pick it up and rub his crotch for a moment. He stood and watched until she had entered a room and the door closed behind her. Her sexy stranger flipped on the lights and she found herself in a very luxurious suite, with a large seating area, a fireplace, floor to ceiling windows with a balcony. She had no idea what floor she was on and didn't really care. She noticed a huge bed off at one end and another one in an adjoining room, with an open door. She felt his gaze on her and she realized how she must look. Naked from the waist up, tight mini skirt, thigh-highs and stilettos. She had never even work stilettos before, but it had been part of the rules, so she had purchased this pair just this afternoon. He cleared his throat and she brought her eyes to his. The intensity in his eyes made her nipples ache and she breathed in sharply. He watched her large, round and bouncy breasts rise and fall. "Rules," he said. "Rules?" "Yes, there must always be rules." She shook her head in agreement. "First names only. Mine is Wyatt." "Megan," she offered. "How old are you?" "24." He smiled. She could tell he liked her age. "37." He waved her over the couch and he sat down next to her, his arm resting on the back, centimeters away from her shoulders. His gaze kept drifting back to her breasts and every time he did that she felt a surge of lust rush through her. "Second rule. Safe word. Do you have one?" No, she had never used a safe word, but didn't want to tell him that. She thought for a moment, scanning the room and saw a vase of roses. "Flower." He nodded in agreement. "What's yours?" He smiled. "I don't need one. But if it will make you feel better, how about airplane?" Sounded good to her. Then he laid down the rules. "We do this and walk away. No commitments, no strings. I will pay for food and drinks for the room tonight. My last rule is this: no pictures or videos of me." His breath was hot as he spoke. He seemed to be getting closer with each word. She felt the heat begin to spread between her legs again. "Now, Megan," he whispered, "do you have any rules?" She shook her head, unable to think. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked. "Do you mean am I virgin? No. I have been with other men." He knew she was a little nervous and he inched closer, letting his hand rest on her shoulder, brushing her hair back with the other. "I meant, have you ever picked up a stranger?" "No. But something came over me when I saw you," she admitted, almost in a whisper. "It was a rush of intensity and I had no way to fight it." Her eyes fell to the bed, afraid to look at him for a moment. He smiled at her honesty and wondered how many men she had been with. He leaned over and took her right breast in his left hand, thumbing the nipple and feeling her inhale sharply as he rained small, hot, wet kisses on her neck. "How many?" he asked. She was sinking into a swirl of sensations and wasn't sure what he was asking. His hand felt so incredible on her breast. "What?" She murmured. "How many men have you been with?" He asked as his grip on her breast became rougher. She answered slowly, lost in the heat of the moment. "Two." He pulled back instantly and looked into her deep brown eyes. He was shocked. He was sure she was more experienced than that. Wasn't she? His hand gripped her chin and made her look him in the eye. "Two? Two men?" She wasn't sure what was going on. His tone had changed. He sounded upset. Why was he stopping? What was wrong? She just wanted him to start touching her again. But his questions brought her back to reality. "Yes, two. My high school boyfriend on Prom night and two more times with him before we left for different colleges." She paused, waiting for some sign of what he wanted, but he just stared at her, so she continued. "The other was a professor at my college. It was over a year ago and it happened five times. Why?" He stood up. He wasn't sure what to do. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. She was young, beautiful, hot, but inexperienced. What if she wasn't able to walk away, no strings? But then, again, this was a fantasy coming true... a young college age girl with an amazing body that had very little experience that wanted to be his personal little slut for the night. He growled and gave in to the fantasy. It was just too good to give up. He reached down and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her over to the bed where he laid her down. "Take off your skirt, Megan." She slid to the end of the bed and wiggled the skirt down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. She was almost completely naked in front of her sexy stranger, yet he stood watching her, drinking her in. His gaze slid past her full lips, down to her large, perfect tits and slowly, down her flat stomach, stopping at the tiny, trimmed patch of hair leading to her pussy. God, he was glad she wasn't completely clean shaven. He didn't like that. He was still wearing his suit. She stood up and started to walk towards him, but he came towards her catching her in mid-stride and gently pushed her back onto the bed. "Touch yourself, baby." He ordered her. His voice sounded gruff. His eyes were dark- almost menacing, she thought. But rather than scare her, she felt her nipples harden and the rush of lust coursed through her body. She leaned back on the bed and slid back until her head hit the pillows. The bed was still made, so she was laying on top of an incredibly soft, emerald green velvety duvet. The feel of the plush fabric on her skin only made her more excited. She cupped her breasts with both hands and began caressing them, flicking the hard nipples, letting one hand then slide slowly down her flat stomach. She worked out a lot and she felt pride when she heard him gasp and pull his blazer off, flinging it to the floor. She pulled her hand back up as soon as she felt the small patch of hair at the junction of her legs. She wasn't ready to touch there yet. She was enjoying drawing it out. Instead, she let her fingers play with her nipples. When she pinched them both, she heard him groan and watched him run his hand along the zipper of his slacks. "Your tits are amazing, baby. What size are they?" He asked the question as he flipped a couple of lights off, leaving only the one on the night stand on. Just enough light to see her. He changed his mind and turned one of the other lights back on. He wanted to see everything she had to offer. "36 DD," she answered. He reached over and pulled her up to a sitting position at the side of the bed. Her eyes were level with his belt and she instinctively reached for the belt. But Wyatt grabbed her wrists and ordered her to look at him. "Once you do this, there is no going back, baby. Do you understand? Do you understand that the second you touch my dick, you are mine for the night? My SLUT. My whore for the entire night. Tell me you understand that." She trembled as it sank in. She was a slut. His slut. She wouldn't be able to say no to him. He was in charge. The thoughts raced through her brain and she became even more turned on; her body ached, her hips began to gyrate, her wet pussy was rubbing against the velvety duvet. She look up at him and licked her lips, nodding her head. "You have to say it, Megan." His voice seemed even rougher. "Wyatt," she whispered, "I am yours tonight. I know that I am your little whore tonight. That I can't say no to you. I will do anything you want, Wyatt." She smiled at him as he lessened his grip on her wrists, allowing her to pull them free and reach for his belt again. Quickly, she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and slid his hands around the top of his pants as she loosened them, helping him get out of them until he was standing there in front of her in his boxers, shirt and tie. She impulsively reached for his tie and pulled him down on top of her, letting his hard body cover hers. Their lips met and in seconds they were losing control. His tongue forced itself into her mouth and she met him tentatively with hers. He was powerful. Passionate. She felt him bite and tug at her lower lip and gasped. She could feel his shaft along her leg as he took one of her breasts in his hand and sucked and teased her nipple. When he stopped and pulled back, she cried out and arched her back. "No, please don't stop! Please." He regained his control and grabbed her arms, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand. He was incredibly strong and she felt dominated for a moment and wriggled around in frustration. He smiled, enjoying watching. Her big tits bounced as she moved, her hips arched and she moaned, "Please...please...Wyatt. Make me your slut. Please." His cock was throbbing and when he heard her beg to be his slut, he almost lost control. He let go of her wrists and pulled his tie and shirt off over his head, yanking his boxers off, showing her his dick for the first time. She gasped as she saw him stroke his shaft. He was huge. Her eyes got big and she started to get a little scared. She shook her head back and forth as if to say "no" but he was having none of that. He let go of his cock and pinned her wrists again, while the other hand covered her mouth. "Don't you dare shake your head at me, slut. You don't get to say no to me, remember?" His voice was a low growl. She nodded her understanding, but secretly was not sure he would even fit inside her! She was sure he was at least nine inches long and incredibly thick... there was just no way. Suddenly, he stood up, his hand once again stroking himself. She couldn't explain why, but watching him touch himself made her wet. Sopping wet. "You didn't finish touching yourself, bitch." His voice was almost angry. Commanding. "Spread your legs and show me your pussy. I want to see you finger yourself." The second he called her a bitch, she felt herself tingle. She did as she was told and spread her legs and let one hand play with her pussy, while the other pinched and pleasured her nipple. She was surprised at how incredibly hot and wet she was as she ran her fingers around her swollen pussy lips, flicking her clit, and finally sliding one finger in. Slowly. Pulled it back out slowly and she heard herself moan as she slid two fingers in, then out. Then three. The tight walls inside pushed back as she suddenly felt Wyatt try to slip a finger inside at the same time. Megan's Sexy Stranger Ch. 01 "Holy Shit!" He practically yelled it. "You're pussy is so fucking tight! Fuck. Move your hand, I want to finger you, bitch. Mmm, that's it. Pull it out slowly... See how wet your fingers are? Rub that between your titties. Yes, mmm. Yes. Oh god, you are such a little whore!" She wondered why he was having her rub all her hot wetness from her pussy between her breasts, but did it anyway. She cried out in surprise when he slid a finger inside and began stroking her. One, then two, then three. Within what seemed like seconds, she was bucking hard against his hand. She begged him to... to... she was so dizzy. She wasn't even sure what she was begging him for. She heard her voice begging him not to stop. "Please, Wyatt. Please!!" He grinned. He absolutely loved hearing her beg. "Say it again, you little whore." He ordered. "Please make me your slut! PLEASE!" It was then that she felt him pull his fingers out and she cried out, "No!" Before she knew what was happening, she felt his hand, wet with her juices, rubbing between her breasts. Suddenly his huge cock was at her lips. His knees were on either side of her and she was trapped. The swollen head was pushed against her chin and she could feel the wet drop of pre-cum that dripped to her skin. "Suck it, baby. Open your mouth and use your tongue like a good little whore." She flicked her tongue out and touched the tip of his cut cock. She liked his taste. She pulled her tongue back and he pressed the tip harder against her lips. "Suck it, Megan. You know you want it." He was right. She did want it. She parted her lips and licked her lips again, letting his cock slowly slide in. Her tongue licked and sucked as he pushed in an inch, then out, then back in, then in another inch. Slowly she realized he was sliding in and out in rhythm, just about three inches or a little more. She wasn't scared anymore. She wanted more. She pulled her arm free to place her hand on his cock and help guide it. She stroked it up and down and then held her hand at the base while she ran her tongue up and down the entire shaft. Wyatt let go of his cock and leaned forward, holding onto the headboard, as she pleasured him. She began to take him back into her hot mouth and he began once again to slide in and out in rhythm. "Fuck. I had no idea how good you would be at this. It's like I'm fucking your damn mouth!" She loved hearing how strained he sounded. Loved knowing she was making him feel so good, he could barely think straight! He suddenly jerked out and sat back a little. He wasn't ready to cum yet, and if he stayed in her mouth anymore, he would lose control. He slid his wet cock between her breasts, settling right in the middle. "Push your big tits together with your hands." He growled. She did as she was told and realized his big, thick cock was enclosed by her breasts. He began to slide forward and backward, in and out, slowly at first. It was then that she realized why he had wanted her to rub her own slick juices there; it was to lubricate her breasts! "What are you doing?" She whispered. "I've never heard of this." He smiled at her naivety. "It's called titty fucking, baby and you are the first slut I have found with perfect tits that fit my cock. If I want to, I may just shoot my cum all over your tits. What do you think of that? Do you want my cum dripping down your titties, down your neck?" His voice was almost a growl. That sounded so strange, but amazing at the same time. Maybe if he did that, he wouldn't try to fit his enormous cock into her pussy, she thought, so she nodded yes. "Say it baby. Come on slut!" He ordered. "Fuck my titties. Cum on me, on my titties, my neck. Make me your slut. Claim your whore. Yes, baby, yes... Oh yes, do it baby. Do it. Fuck my big tits. Shoot your hot cum all over me. All over my tits." She felt him getting tense, heard him breathing harder and harder, and felt him release and shudder as spurts of thick, hot, wet cum shot out at her, landing on her neck, her nipples, her hair, and her shoulders. It made her hot to know she had that much power over him. His head fell forward as the last bit of cum spurted out onto Megan. He looked down and was surprised to see how much cum was on her. He rolled over on his side next to her and was pleased to see that she was still massaging her tits, rubbing his cum all over them. "You really are a little slut, aren't you baby?" He whispered, grinning. "Only for you, Wyatt." Her voice was a whisper, lost in herself as she rubbed his creamy white cum into her stomach. They laid there, quiet for a little while until he asked her if she wanted to take a shower and get cleaned up. She like that idea and jumped off the bed and slipped into the bathroom. She was delighted to see that there were several different soaps, shampoos and lotions to choose from and big, soft and luxurious pink robe for her to put on after the shower. She turned on the water and stepped into the large shower, made of marble and glass. She closed the clear glass door and let the hot water pour over her. She washed her hair first and then began lathering her body up with the French soap she had chosen. She thought she heard music, faintly at first, then a little louder and wondered where it was coming from. Maybe the suite next to her? She was rinsing off and trying to guess the song, when the music got louder and clearer. Oh, yes! It was one of her favorite rock songs and she felt the vibrations in her body as she hummed along with the tune. Wyatt must have brought it in. She figured he was probably going to take a shower next and was getting ready. Hmmm, she guessed that meant she was being told to leave. She tried not to feel disappointed, but she couldn't help it. She had hoped there would be some more fun tonight! It was only about 11pm. Plenty of time for more. But considering she had come to the hotel for a completely different reason and ended up here... she looked at it as an adventure. A sex adventure. A hot, steamy, slutty, sexy adventure. With a hot, older man. Stop it, she told herself! She was starting to get aroused all over again. Suddenly the music changed and got louder. It was a classic rock song, and she could feel the beat pulsating through her. She found herself singing along when the door swung open and there was Wyatt. Naked. Naked and hard. She hadn't really noticed how thick his chest hair was before and instantly wanted to run her fingers through it. But then she caught his eyes. His gaze was smoldering and she licked her lips and stepped back, pressing herself against the marble. "Was I-I ta-taking too long, Wyatt?" she stammered, unsure what he wanted. Was he wanting her to get out so he could have the shower? His gaze made her a rush of pure lust course through her. "As a matter of fact, yes, Megan, you were taking too long. I refuse to wait one more minute to fuck my little slut. You. You are my slut, tonight." He stepped inside and towered over her, pressing his lips to hers and sinking into her mouth, forcing his tongue into her mouth, sparring with hers. Devouring her mouth. His hands were all over her. She could barely breathe. She moaned as her hips began to gyrate against him. His cock was so hard, she was beginning to get scared again. Scared of his size. Yet, the more his hands roamed her body, the more she wanted to see if he could fit inside of her pussy. He ripped his lips away from hers and flipped her around so that her breasts were crushed against the cold marble wall. As water continued to pour over them, she felt his hands slide down her ass and between her legs, parting her legs. She was already hot and wet. And not just from the shower. He knew it and when he slid a finger inside, she moaned. Wyatt smiled at that. "You little slut! You need to be fucked hard!" He turned off the water and helped her out of the shower. They didn't even wait to towel off. He grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and laid it down before ordering her onto the floor on her back. She quickly obliged, anxious to see what he would do next. "When you order me to do something, it makes my pussy so wet!" She felt a little weird admitting that to this stranger. "That's because you know that deep down you have always wanted to be someone's little slut. Now spread your legs and show me your pussy, you little whore!" He smiled, but his eyes were anything but amused. Pure lust showed in his eyes. She bent her knees and spread her legs, reveling in the luxurious satiny blanket he had laid down. The walls on two sides of the bathroom were floor to ceiling mirrors and the music was pounding out of his phone. The lights were still on and she asked him if he was going to turn them off. "No way, baby. I want to see your tits and your face when you have the best fuck of your life." She gasped as he knelt down between her legs, holding his big, hard, throbbing dick in his hands. He reached behind him and found the condom he had thrown to the ground before he got in the shower. He quickly tore it open and rolled it over his shaft. He slid a finger around the opening to her cunt, feeling her wet heat. He guided the tip of his cock to her opening and felt her tense. "Relax. Remember, you don't get to tell me no. You have to take me in. It's your duty as my little slut, baby." He gritted his teeth as he realized he would have to go slower than he thought. But he knew she would be worth it. "Take a deep breath, Megan, and raise your sexy little ass up from the floor for a second." She did as she was told and felt the tip of his cock begin to slip inside. He was so hot and hard. She arched up for more. He slipped a little more inside, about two inches and she greedily took him in. When he got about halfway in, she cried out in pain. "No. It's too much. You're cock is too big! No. I can't do this." He pulled out a little bit and let her get adjusted to the thickness of his dick, letting his head fall forward. He took one of her nipples into her mouth and sucked and nibbled until he felt her bucking against him again. He knew it was time to try again. He pulled completely out. "Megan, remember your safe word. Use it if you need to, but this is the last time I am going to tell you that. Even if you tell me no, I am going to fuck you. You are mine tonight. Do you understand?" Megan moaned in answer, spreading her legs a little wider. "Please..." she begged. "Please what?" he whispered. "Please, Wyatt. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me your slut. Make me your whore." Her words came out fast and she moved against him, restless for more. He needed no more invitation. He grabbed her ass with his hands, placed her legs on his shoulders and lined up his throbbing dick to the opening of her cunt. He knew he was going to hurt her, but also knew she would get past the pain and enjoy it. "Remember, baby, you are my slut and you belong to me." He reminded her. Without another word or warning, and in one swift thrust, he slid his entire shaft inside of her. She cried out in pain, begging him pull out. "You are too big. No woman can take a cock this big. No. No. Please, no!" He held her hips still and let her adjust to his cock. This was the best pussy he had ever, ever had. He had never felt one so tight, so hot, so fucking wet. He wouldn't be able to hold still much longer. He needed to fuck her. As many times as possible. She slowly realized the pain was easing and wiped her tears, still angry that he had not pulled out. She wanted to glare at him, but when she tried to move her leg a little, the sensation that washed over her was one she had never felt before. And she wanted it again. And again. And again. Was this what an orgasm was? She began to move against his cock. Letting him slip out a little and then thrust back in. Yes, it hurt each time, but it hurt less each time. And the pleasure outweighed the pain by now. When he pulled all the way out, she begged him to come back. "Please fuck me, Wyatt. I need your big, rock hard, throbbing dick. Please!! Fuck me, please!" She knew she was begging and didn't care. She needed his cock. He laughed as she begged one more time. Okay, you little slut, he thought, you want to be fucked, you are going to be fucked! He slid inside again. Harder. Faster. Lifted her ass again so she could take him all in. She cried out in pain again and this time he didn't care. "Does it hurt? Too bad, you little slut. This is what sluts get! Your pussy is for me to use anytime I want." He slid out again and back in again. She cried out again, but this time begged him not to stop. He moved faster and slid his hand down to her clit. He flicked it and heard her moan. He rubbed it and she moaned again. She felt the same waves of sensation that she felt earlier when she had moved against him. "Is this an orgasm?" She blurted out. He stopped mid-thrust. "Are you telling me that you have never had an orgasm??" "Not until now," she whispered, a little embarrassed that she had asked. "Oh, baby. What you are feeling is not an orgasm, it's just great sex! You will know when you have an orgasm. I will have you cumming soon, I promise. We can cum at the same time." His voice has softened and he sounded almost gentle. Knowing he was about to give Megan her first orgasm turned him on even more than he already was. He felt his cock harden inside of her and pulled out one last time. She begged him to come back to her. He knew he was about to finish and wanted to time it perfectly so they came together. He leaned over her and whispered, "Get ready, Megan. You are about to feel like the most fucked girl in the world. Hold onto me, baby." She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her hips up to meet his as he thrust inside her all at once. He felt the walls inside of her fighting his cock, pushing back at him. He heard her cry out in pain, but knew she felt pleasure, too. This time he was just going to let it go. He slid out and in, in and out, over and over, intense pleasure building, building. His little slut arched against him over and over, begging him not to stop. She suddenly arched against him and screamed his name over and over as her nails raked across his back. She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Explosions of color and waves of pleasure rained down on her, over and over. She was afraid to let go of his neck, not aware that she was crying out his name. She felt heat fill her pussy as his cock expanded and contracted. She knew his cum was filling her pussy and she felt incredible. Neither moved for a little while, until he collapsed on top of her, letting his cock slip out of her. She moaned a little when he did that, as if not wanting him to leave her warm pussy. He smiled. She really was a little slut. He raised his head to look at her. She was thoroughly sated. Naked. Spent. Legs still spread showing her cunt. Best. Fuck. Ever. He rolled the condom off and tied it off before tossing into the trash. He jumped in the shower and let her lay there and gather herself together. He loved knowing he had just given her the first orgasm of her life. There were many more to come, he thought. Whoa, where did that come from? This was a one-time, no strings attached night. His rules. When he was done he let her take another shower and was pleased to see her come back into the room in the short little pink robe and slippers the hotel left for guests. He knew she had no panties or bra on underneath and it turned him on. She wondered if she should be leaving, yet. She didn't want to, but knew that staying probably didn't fit in his rules. She looked around for her skirt, coat and shoes and placed them on the chair next to the television. "How about we order some room service? It's only 12:30am." He was looking for a way to keep her here. He didn't want her to leave. What was wrong with him? She smiled. She could eat a little. Megan's Sexy Stranger Ch. 02 They ordered several appetizers, some champagne, fresh strawberries and chocolate sauce. He knew she wanted the chocolate sauce to dip the strawberries in. But all he could think of was pouring it on her nipples and pussy and licking it off. He wanted her to lick it off his cock. He ordered extra chocolate sauce without telling her why. He also asked for another blanket. It was nice. They were relaxed, waiting for the food. He had thrown a pair of silk pajama bottoms on and she was still in the pink robe. When she excused herself to visit the bathroom, he called the concierge desk and ordered a silk nighty in her size to be brought up and a matching lacy thong. He checked her skirt size and hoped he got it right. Within twenty minutes, the room service arrived and the hotel employee placed all the various food items on the table and set a gift box on the bed. She watched Wyatt tip the man and waited for him to turn his attention back to her. He walked to the bed and picked up the box, handing it to her. "This is for you. I would like you to stay the night." His hands trembled for a second and he silently yelled at himself to pull it together. She took it from him and thought she saw him lose a little of that control he had displayed all evening. He seemed almost nervous. She opened it and smiled. Inside was a beautiful white lacy nighty with little spaghetti straps and a matching thong. She went to the bathroom to change and was delighted to find it fit well. The cups were a little small, making her breasts swell and press against the fabric. She looked in the mirror and realized her bosom was pouring out of the top and the rest of it was so sheer, it was almost completely see through. The white lacy thong barely covered her little bush, but did fit well. The nighty barely covered her ass, and she could already see her nipples hardening. She wondered what Wyatt would think. She walked out and found him at the table eating a shrimp. She walked up behind him and he turned to offer her some champagne, but stopped, frozen. Damn! His cock got rock hard instantly. He wanted to fuck her right there. But he couldn't let her know that. He was supposed to be in charge tonight, not her! She sat down and they each nibbled a little and drank some champagne and made small talk. He asked her what brought her to the hotel this evening. She blushed and told him she was embarrassed to tell him. "Seriously? After what we have done tonight?" He laughed. "Good point," she said and bit her bottom lip. "Well, I finished college and my student loans are huge. Anyway, there was an ad in the paper for women willing to be part of a photography project. If interested, you were to email your name and then follow the directions. What to wear, where to go, etc. and then they would interview you here." "And you didn't think it was odd that they asked you to wear stilettos and no panties?" "Yes, but I thought maybe it was just a photo shoot and they wouldn't use our faces... I wasn't sure, but I wanted the money. Oh, well. Too late now." She shrugged. "I couldn't believe I was doing it anyway. My friend, Tammy, said she was sure it was for a porn shoot." "I would have to agree with your friend." They heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was room service because they had forgotten the chocolate sauce, Wyatt walked over and opened the door, waving them in. But it wasn't room service. It was the sexy young black man that had called her "fine" in the hallway earlier. The one that had picked up her bra. In fact, he had her bra in his hand. She had covered up with her robe when she heard the knock, so that the room service guy wouldn't see her almost naked. But something in her made her stand up and let the robe drop to the floor. She stood there, letting him drink her in. Wyatt watched what was going on and realized maybe this could be hot, so he invited him in. "I just wanted to bring her bra back. I was going to keep it, but I felt like I should return it. Then I remembered you had said if you were ready to share her, you would let us know. I am here to find out." He was talking to Wyatt, but his eyes never left Megan's breasts. Wyatt liked the idea of deciding who Megan could fuck. This raised an interesting question. What was this worth to this young man? What was she worth to him? He invited the young black man inside and offered him a seat. Asked him his name. "Robert." His voice was deep. She noticed that and felt drawn to him. But she couldn't do anything. She was Wyatt's slut tonight. But she felt Robert's eyes traveling up and down her body, over and over. Wyatt sat down across from him and asked him bluntly, "How much is she worth to you?" She was stunned. What did he mean? Robert knew immediately and smiled. He had hoped things might go this way. This was one hot white bitch that he needed to do. He pulled out a wad of cash. Laid out $100. Wyatt shook his head. Robert added another $100. Wyatt said, "That only gets you half an hour. That enough time?" Robert glanced at her and laid out another $100. "Fine, forty-five minutes." He gestured to the adjoining room. "But the door stays open and I can watch if I want." "Agreed." Megan was a little confused. What the hell was happening? Had she just been "pimped out"? She watched Wyatt take the money and smile. "Robert, you go on in and Megan will be join you in a minute. I will start the timer on my phone when she enters the room. By the way, how old are you?" "23." She watched the scene unfold, but was not quite sure what to make of it. She had always fantasized about being with a black man and Robert was an incredibly sexy black man. She had to admit, her pussy was aching and wet. Wyatt walked over and whispered to her, "Okay, baby, you are my slut tonight and I say you have to spread your legs for Robert tonight. Or suck him off if he wants. Anything he wants for 45 minutes. Don't worry. You will enjoy yourself. Not as much as when I was fucking you, but you will enjoy it baby." She nodded and turned to head into the other room, but he stopped her. She looked at him questioningly. "Not with the nighty that I gave you," he said in a low growl and lifted it quickly over her head, letting it drop to the floor. She slipped the thong off, as well, and let it join the nighty at her feet. She smiled at him stepped into the other room. It was darker in there, with only one lamp turned on. She saw Robert already standing by the bed, and he was naked. He gestured to the bed and she went over and he pushed her shoulders down, forcing her to sit on the bed. He was wasting no time. Her big breasts were perfect and he couldn't help himself. He immediately got on his knees on the floor, so he was level with her nipples. His hot, hungry mouth closed over one nipple while his large rough hands squeezed and kneaded her other breast. She moaned as his hot tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing and biting it and moving up to her neck. "You ever been with a black man?" His breath was ragged against her neck. "No," she admitted. "Then tonight is your lucky night, you little bitch. You want to see what's in store for you?" She nodded yes and he stood up, giving her the full close-up view of his enormous, hard black cock. He rubbed it against her cheek, letting her feel how hard he was. She rubbed her lips together, suddenly eager to taste him. What the hell was up with her tonight, she wondered. Maybe she really was a slut! She didn't care. She just wanted to pleasure this sexy, hot, young black man. "Come on, bitch. Suck it. You know you want to. I paid good money for you, but I know you would have done me for free, wouldn't you?" "Yes," she whispered right before taking his cock deep into her mouth. He reached down and played with her nipples and she moaned. "Damn, you little whore! Moaning while sucking my dick! Damn! Where did you learn that? Do it again! NOW." He ordered. She did as he said and he got a little more aggressive, holding her head in his hands as he guided her mouth. She felt like she was being watched and realized Wyatt was standing in the doorway, stroking his cock. She realized he was going to fuck her when Robert was done. The knowledge that she was about to take in two men, one after the other, made her almost squeal with delight and she trembled. Robert pulled his cock out and laid down on the bed, pulling a condom off the night stand and quickly sheathing his dick before ordering her to slide down on it. He was huge, but not quite as big as Wyatt. Glancing at Wyatt, she thought he was thinking the same thing. Before she could think another thought, Robert grabbed her hips and held her tight against him. Megan was sore from earlier in the evening, but loved seeing that dark black cock sliding into her swollen pink pussy lips. She started gyrating her hips and touching her breasts. She let her head fall back and just took in all the sensations bombarding her body. Knowing Wyatt was still watching, she wanted to put on a good show for him. After all, that's what started this whole adventure tonight! When she moaned again, Robert pulled her up and made her get on her hands and knees on the bed. He positioned himself behind her and rammed his cock deep into her cunt. Over and over again. She could feel his balls slapping against her pussy. It was different than it was with Wyatt. Incredible, but in a different way. She really felt as if she was being used only for her pussy. Like he didn't care if she was going to orgasm. But for some weird reason it only made it hot! She loved watching herself being fucked in the mirror. She saw that Wyatt was still watching, but had moved closer. He had pulled his pants off and was naked, stroking his cock. Robert was having the fuck of his life and he couldn't believe his luck. Her pussy was tight, wet and hot. He had always wanted to fuck a really sexy white girl and his fantasy was coming true. He watched himself fucking her in the large mirror across from the bed. He saw her big tits bouncing and heard her moaning over and over. He pulled out and she cried out, "No!" "Say it again you little bitch. Tell me what you want!" He grabbed her hair in his fist. She cried out. "You heard him, you little whore. Tell him what you want. You know what you want. Say it!" Wyatt ordered her to answer Robert. She was surprised that he was positioned right in front of the bed now. "I want your big, rock hard enormous black cock." She moaned out. "Say please!" Robert ordered. "And what do you want me to do with my big rock hard black cock?" "Please fuck me. Please!" She was begging him now and when he slammed into her, she cried out in pain, but he didn't care. He kept fucking her. Robert saw what Wyatt wanted and nodded his agreement. Wyatt kneeled on the bed and told her to open her mouth and suck his cock. She did as she was told and could not believe that she had two men inside of her right now. One in her mouth and one in her cunt. She sucked and slurped and moaned over and over in ecstasy as Wyatt slid his throbbing cock in and out of her mouth, a little farther each time. She felt his cock sliding down her throat and she felt like she couldn't breathe for a second, but he groaned at the sensation and she knew he was close to exploding. He pulled out and slid back in. She tried to take him as deep into her throat as possible, moaning to add to his pleasure. Suddenly Robert started speeding up, fucking her harder and harder, her ass slapping his hard stomach as he rode her to the end. "Yes, bitch, yes. Fucking hot. Bitch. Hot cunt. Best fuck ever." He was losing control and suddenly she felt his hot cum explode inside of her. "Fuuuuckk. So fucking good. So fucking....damn. You fucking little bitch." Wyatt pulled out while Robert was cumming, but his cock was still rock hard in his hands. She felt Robert pull out and heard him say, "Thanks. Wow. Damn good fuck. I may have to visit again." He was grabbing his clothes and getting dressed while Megan laid on the bed on her stomach. She watched the two men talking about her and looking at her. Knowing they had both fucked her and that Wyatt was about to fuck her again made her feel incredibly powerful. Robert came over and whispered in her ear, "Whenever you want to switch to a black cock full time, you call me. You are one hot bitch." He left a phone number on a piece of paper on the bed. Wyatt let Robert out and came back just as Megan was standing up. He told her to join him back in his suite and to get on all fours on his bed. Just as Robert had, he got on his knees behind her and told her to stick her ass up in the air a little, which she did. She wasn't sure, why, but did it anyway. Then Megan realized he had stepped back and had his phone. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Taking pictures of my slut. With your ass up like that, your pussy can be seen all the way." Shocked, she tried turning around. He ordered her to stay on her hands and knees. "I thought the rules were no pictures." He smiled as he put the phone down and knelt behind me again, his hard cock at the entrance of her cunt. "No, baby, what I said was no pictures of me. I have lots of pictures and videos of you tonight." Before she could say anything, he slid his cock inside filling up her cunt. She felt so sore from the evening and the sheer size of his dick was hurting a little, but she wanted him anyway. He tried to keep still while she adjusted to him, but she couldn't wait. She began rotating and gyrating against him as he held her hips tight to him. "Dammit," he practically roared. "Quit that or I will cum right now." She didn't quit. Instead she just smiled. She wanted his cum. She wanted all of his cum. She wanted his cock, wanted to feel his balls slapping against her pussy. She wanted to be his slut one more time before she left. He realized Megan was not going to stop and pulled out and flipped her over on her back. He looked into her eyes and saw that she was so turned on, she couldn't stop herself. She was still gyrating her hips and she was touching her nipples. Those big tits, he thought. Those tits that he had fucked earlier. He remembered shooting his cum all over them and suddenly couldn't wait. "Spread your fucking legs, baby." His voice was gruff and his breath came rapidly as he watched her comply. "That's my little slut." He positioned himself at her pussy one more time and as he plunged into her, she cried out again. "You are my little slut, aren't you baby? You would do anything –or anyone- I tell you to." "Yes," Megan cried out. "Anything you tell me to do, Wyatt. I am your slut, only yours." She shut her eyes and let his cock drive her into deep waves of pleasure. She screamed his name as he emptied into her one more time. He collapsed on her back, bracing himself against the bed so as not to crush her. She was trembling and he wondered if she was cold. He let his limp dick slide out of her and leaned back to remove the condom. She collapsed onto her stomach and groaned. "Are you okay?" he asked, a little concerned. She rolled over onto her back and smiled. "More than okay." Ahh, he thought. She was enjoying her new role as slut. Good. He pulled her up and told her to go get washed up while he poured two glasses of champagne. There was a knock at the door and he pulled his pajama bottoms back on. Room service had finally sent up the chocolate sauce. She came out of the bathroom wearing the robe again. He used the bathroom as soon she was done and he came back carrying two large fluffy towels and laid them across the bed. She watched, but didn't ask questions. She had liked everything he had done so far, so she wasn't going to worry about the towels. Wyatt handed her a glass of champagne and they toasted to their new "friendship". Megan giggled. That was all it took for his cock to become rock hard again. He smiled at her and cupped the bulge in the front of his pants. She suddenly blushed and turned away. Fucking adorable, he thought. "Do you like chocolate?" His question was almost a whisper. She looked in the eyes and saw the lust there. Nodded. Wet her lips with her tongue. He groaned and rubbed his dick through his pants. "Take off your robe!" She smiled, untied the belt and let it slide off her shoulders into a puddle on the floor. Then she walked over and slid her hands under the waistband and started to pull them off. He grabbed her wrist and made her stop. "I want you to lay down on the towels and I am going to pour this chocolate all over your tits. And I want to watch you finger your pussy." Megan jumped onto the bed and laid on her back. "Spread your legs!" She hurried to do his bidding and pure lust course through her veins. She felt the heat spread through her pussy as her body ached for his touch. He stood at the edge of the bed and smiled as he opened the chocolate sauce and carefully tipped it over her. She gasped as the liquid landed on her breast, traveling down to her stomach. He let another river of chocolate land on her upper thigh. She instinctively reached down and slid a finger into the chocolate on her breast and dripping some onto her hard nipple. He watched as his slut brought her chocolate covered finger to her lips and let sucked it. His dick twitched at that and suddenly wanted that finger in his mouth. She reached down and got her finger wet with chocolate again and then let it her hand slide down to the little trimmed bush, stopping a moment to look him in the eyes. "Do you want more?" she whispered. He just nodded, holding his breath as he watched her slip her chocolate covered finger down between her thighs. She swirled it around her swollen pink pussy lips before slipping the finger inside. Slowly. And then back out. He quickly slid his pants to the ground and stepped out of them before he reached over and grabbed her hand as he straddled her and guided her finger to his mouth. Mmm. He licked the sweet chocolate from her finger and she moaned. Fuck! He wanted her bad. He was going to have her suck him, but now he just wanted to fuck his little whore. He jumped off and grabbed a condom, sliding it on as quickly as he could. In seconds he was back on top of her, reaching down to suckle her chocolate covered tit. Megan moaned and writhed underneath him as his hot tongue made its way down her stomach and found her swollen little clit. He licked and she cried out his name. He bit it and she bucked under him. "That's a good little slut," he moaned into her pussy. Damn! Her pussy was so sweet. He lapped at her pink lips covered in chocolate and let his tongue slide just inside. "FUCK!" Megan cried out. "Wyatt! Wyatt! What...are...you...what...fuck!" She screamed and writhed as he plunged deeper with his tongue. God she was hot. Suddenly, he felt her tense tremble as she went over the edge. Megan screamed incoherent words as her orgasm exploded through her body. She shook and bucked and raked her fingers through his hair as she grabbed his head, urging him on. He pulled back a little to watch and decided he couldn't wait any longer. He knelt on the bed between her thighs and grabbed her hips, pulling her pussy to the tip of his cock. He looked up at her and saw she was still in a daze, but didn't care. He wanted to fuck her. Now. And he did. He wasn't gentle. He slammed into her and heard her cry out his name again. "Wyatt!" "That's right, slut! My little bitch! You like that cock, don't you?" She moaned. He slid out and she cried out. "NO!" "You want this dick, you little whore?" He growled. "Say it!" "I want your big, rock hard dick! Yes! Wyatt! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Megan pleaded with him to slide back in as she thrashed her head from side to side. She was desperate to be fucked. Megan's Sexy Stranger Ch. 02 When he couldn't hold back any longer, he slammed into her tight little hole. God, it was like being sheathed in warm silk. Warm, wet, tight silk. He lost control and pounded in and out, fucking the hell out of her. He heard her scream and moan through his sex-crazed hunger, but he didn't care what she said. He was going to fuck her hard until he came. He felt his nuts tighten up and his cock jerk. It was almost time. He suddenly pulled out and rolled the damn condom off. He stroked his cock once. Twice. And there it was. Hot rivulets of creamy white cum shot out onto her stomach. Her tits. Her neck. It mixed with the chocolate and he watched in shock as she slid her finger down into the cum on her tit and crooked her finger back into her mouth, sucking the cum off it. He panted, letting his heart slow and tried to wrap his mind around what was happening. She smiled at him and he felt like he could shoot more cum onto her hot little body. Yes, he thought. She really is the best fuck ever. He knew there was no way he was going to let her walk out of his life without bending one of his rules. He would definitely get her last name and there would be strings attached. There was no way another man was going to fuck her unless he was there and allowed it. He smiled, knowing Robert had left his phone number for her. He would keep it for another time. He wondered if Robert had any friends that liked a good fuck... Yes, he certainly was glad he placed that ad in the paper. He had to admit though, she had turned out better than he had ever imagined.