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2020 – one bizarre fucking year.I’m not going to overstate it, a lot of people had a worse time than me. But it still took a toll. I’ve been locked down – and like many, it’s been in company. We might have all foreseen the strain under which social isolation would put romantic relationships.I figured my own was pretty strong, but it got stress-tested like I’d never bargained on. Couples just aren’t meant to spend so long in each other’s company. But that’s not the only strain I’ve been undergoing, is it? There’s been a source of delight amid the mundanity of living day to day in proximity with your significant other – a delight that’s also been my torment.That’d be you, little slut.I can’t remember any specific occasion when things transitioned from a bit of porny online fun to something more dangerous. That moment bypassed me. There was just a day when I realised that I knew. Knew it was no longer harmless fun. Knew if I had the chance to fuck you, I would, and hard.Which takes me here, to this hotel, on this overcast November afternoon. The global crisis has passed… ish. She and I are still together without the pressure of spending each live-long day tripping over each other. Thing is, you’ve been there too – a hot slutty presence in our bed each night as I go to sleep. Each time I move to fuck her. Each session when my dick is buried balls deep inside her. But no more about her and me – this is all about me and you. Especially since you’re no longer in our bed. You’re here – specifically up in room 417, waiting for me.I open the Skype app on my phone, having moved through the establishment’s revolving doors. The blood is thumping in my ears and simultaneously coursing to my dick, as I wait for the connection. This shit is getting very fucking real, and the result is bone-hard in my pants, also manifesting itself as a wildly increased pulse rate.Your image blinks up on the screen. Damn. Pretty, aren’t you? And you know it. ‘Hi daddy,’ you say, lips curling into that devilish smile. ‘You’re really here.’‘Yep, that I am.’ I broaden the view so you can see the hotel lobby – the one you entered an hour ago, sending me pictures of your arrival. Then you were suited for work. Now… ‘You’re wearing it. Good.’‘Of course I’m wearing it, daddy. You chose well.’You raise your phone and pose as though for a selfie, giving me a good shot of the dress, such as it is. Christ, it’s not like we haven’t face-timed before, there’s been a lot of that over the past few weeks – ever since you told me about your forthcoming London trip. But to see you in that room, rocking that hot little curve-clinging scrap of black-lace nothing… Jesus fuck. My cock is like a throbbing slab of granite for what’s on the screen of my cell. And what’s on the screen is one short elevator ride from having that cock stuffed inside screen-girl’s juicy cunt.’See you in five,’ I say. The final thing I see before you vanish is your tongue delicately wetting your perfect lips.A nearly forgotten thought occurs as the elevator doors swish open, and I rattle off a quick text to my girlfriend as promised. WISH YOU WERE HERE. LOVE YOU X. In truth she didn’t want to be there at all, ‘there’ being a birthday drinks do with friends of mine she doesn’t much like. Subterfuge, eh? The things we do for lust…I hit Send as the door slides closed and the elevator raises me three floors, so I can stick my cheating dick in someone who’s not my partner. Someone hot as absolute fuck. I wonder if the woman who shares two storeys of the ride with me is aware of how strenuously my erection is attempting to burst free of the smart-casual trousers into which istanbul travesti I’ve changed after my working day. If she knew how many incipient hard-ons I’ve had to mentally wrestle into submission during the classes I was teaching; that was any time I recollected that I was due to hook up with my stacked and gorgeous internet fuck with a view to shagging the tits off her in RL.It’s a relief when I step from the elevator alone and get to tread the maze-like passages of Floor 4 to Room 17, my erection still exerting serious pressure on my flies. My heart is threatening to punch a ragged hole through my chest, and I Skype you again as I progress just to stay in touch with the situation’s reality. ‘Hey daddy, still coming for me?’ You snag your lower lip and give me a vertiginous view down that spectacular cleavage. Beside me, the rooms are counting up to 17. ‘Yes, little slut, like a heat-seeking missile.’ My cock pulses as I say it. ‘Make that with a heat-seeking missile.’‘Oh my God.’ That dry irony persists in your voice. ‘What are you gonna do to me, daddy?’‘You’re less than a minute from finding out. And you can start calling me Jake. Use my name, that’ll be a novelty.’‘Yeah, really? That what you want, daddy?’‘That’s what I want and it’s what I’m fucking going to get.’‘Big talk. Wonder can you back it up…’‘Let’s see, shall we?’ 14 – 15 – there’s 16 on the right… and… ‘Well, hello.’I’m outside your door, the 17 staring me in the face. Of course maybe you’ve carried out some bait-and-switch to fuck with me – it feels like your kind of move. I risk it and knock. ‘Little slut, little slut, let – me – in.’Your voice comes out of the phone, but I can hear the same music you’ve got playing coming from inside the room. I think it’s Arctic Monkeys. ‘What if I don’t?’The question cuts through my wild excitement to my anger. ‘Okay, you can cut that shit right now. Fuck the teasing, little slut. Open that goddamn door.’‘Why should I, daddy?’ you inquire in that disingenuous fashion of yours.‘Because you’re a cock-loving slut who loves having her holes filled even more than she loves shooting off her pretty mouth.’You appear to consider this a moment, that teasing smile lingering on your lips – not least because some random hotel guest walked past me as I delivered the previous sentiment. ‘That’s true,’ is your frank admission. Then you snap off your phone and within seconds have unlocked and swung open the entrance to the room.‘Daddy. Hi.’ Despite your customary cool, you smile. The real you – tall and slender with your full curves poured into that strappy, scrappy lace garment – all tits and ass and sweetly pretty face that belongs on some other girl more romantically natured. I smile back. Holy fucking Christ, look at you. Look – at – actual – you. I walk inside and swing the door shut behind me.‘Hi, little slut. Hi Alana. Welcome to the UK.’My cock and my lust are both primed. The actual flesh-and-blood sight of you threatens to overwhelm, so I dismiss all other potential small-talk by taking hold of your slender fuckable frame and compelling you from the narrow doorway into the main ambient-lit part of the room. It’s moderately sized but quite plush with an en suite bathroom, your i-Pod is shuffling tunes in the background, but frankly I got all this from the phone chat. Right now I’m not absorbing anything beyond your laughing gasps and quivering breasts.’So we’re not having a drink first,’ you say, your voice shaking with the sudden onset of excitement. It’s an observation more than any request.’Maybe after,’ I tell you.’After what, daddy?”After this.’ I pull istanbul travesti you to me so that your tits squish against my shirt front, planting my mouth on yours. It’s less a kiss, more a chance to fuck your face with my already plunging tongue. Your tongue retaliates and for a moment we tussle orally, our two fleshy muscles slithering against each other in erotic combatWe break panting, a strand of saliva linking our wet mouths. ‘This the foreplay?’ you inquire breathlessly.’Yes. You like it?”Mm-hmm. Much.”Want a safe word?”Yeah.’ You consider an instant. ‘“Fuck me harder”’.’Nice.’ There’s a knowing and horny half-smile between us.’Are you like this with your girlfriend?’At the surge of guilt, my smile fades and my grip tightens. Alluding to her over Telegram was one thing. This is way different. ‘Okay – you don’t talk about my girlfriend. This isn’t about her. This is about you and me. This is about…’ I seize the straps of the flimsy dress I bought you and rip it (literally rend the fucking fabric) to your waist, exposing your big gorgeous swollen-nipple tits. ‘THIS,’ I conclude, followed by ‘FUCK.’ The latter word is an involuntary response to the sight of those fabulous knockers. Sure I’ve seen them in photographs, I’ve wanked off to them. But here they fucking are, proud and full and in proximity to my hands. So I reach and grab with both, palming your globed breasts and squeezing – those engorged bottle-top nipples hard under my grasp. Abandoning all pretence of subtlety, I fondle you, spurred on by your shocked gasps.’Christ you’re fucking amazing. I’ve never seen tits like these. God damn…’ I squeeze your flesh to accentuate those rose-tinted peaks and suck each in turn into my mouth, thrashing them with the blade of my tongue. After months of teasing and imagining it’s so damn good to have hold of you by your naked fucking rack, as you squirm and moan like a bitch.I want access to all of you though, so before I molest you any further, that dress comes right off. I mean I seize it at your waist and tear it in a seam-splitting fury of desire from your body, letting it drop like a rag to the carpet while you sway on bare feet, wearing nothing but a saturated scrap of panty. This is how you need to be.You’re standing there, drunk with arousal, loving the fuck out of how horny I am. How horny you’ve made me. I reach with both hands and grab that ass – that peachy fucking prize I’ve been ogling in your pics and videos for months of my life. It’s as firm and fleshy under my double grip as I’d dreamed, and my fingers sink into it as I pull you and your big pillowy tits to myself and latch my mouth onto your neck.You groan and gasp and clutch me back, no doubt feeling the insistent prod of my dick through my pants against your taut stomach. I grasp the back of your head with one hand, keeping the other clamped to your bum cheek, and kiss your mouth again, allowing your scent – the one you applied to yourself, mingling with that of your already leaking cunt – to wash over me. The kiss is long, combative and savage, and it seems – were it possible – to pump me even harder.’Fuckkkk…’ I growl, our mouths barely parted. ‘You sexy bitch. Get on your knees and suck my fucking cock.’I grab you, hair and shoulder, ready to put you on the floor myself if I have to, but you’re gleefully complying already, dropping down all but naked in front of me and running nimble fingers over the fastenings of my bulging trouser crotch like the accomplished slut you areI’ve been bursting to achieve freedom since the moment I entered the room and as you rip trousers and istanbul travesti shorts away from it, my erect monster springs out to sway before your gaze.’God, daddy, look at you. You’re all fucking beautiful and hard for me.’ Visibly salivating, you grip the base of my shaft and envelope the head in your naughty cocksucker’s mouth. Fuck – there it is. Your pretty slut lips are sealed around my pulsing girth and your tongue is already stroking my underside like rough velvet. My little internet fuck-slut is orally servicing my cheating dick… and it feels fucking great.You break from me – not quite, for your tongue tip is flickering against the bobbing tip of my cock. ‘You taste good, daddy, you taste really yummy.’ Flickety-flick – that wicked tongue works like crazy against my welling eye.’Go on, taste some more then. Enjoy it.’You do. Having sampled, you gobble me up in your hot mouth and feast, your head bobbing vigorously and your tongue snaking down my shaft. Christ you’re a talented little cock gobbler, aren’t you? No surprise there. I press my hands to your blonde head as you vacuum my rigid pole, trying desperately not to make treacherous comparisons with the adequate kind of head I’m used to.The suction is loud and wet, a delicious audio accompaniment to the sensation of your hard-sucking hunger. Those gorgeous princess eyes are staring up at me, as you gorge yourself so lustily on my dick, taunting me – daring me…I accept your implicit dare – do what we role-played online, do it for real this time. I grip your pretty head, shoving you down onto me as I thrust – hard – filling your throat with my cock.Your hands clamp to my thighs as I hold you there, orally impaled on my phallic column, the head plunged deep down your helpless vocal tract.You’re gurgling and fighting off the gag reflex with commendable success, despite how thick my cock is, and I keep you there seconds longer before pulling out. My length bounces saliva-slick before you, as you take in great gasps of air. Then that evil tongue curls around the head of my cock to catch a drip, before you say it…’Go on, daddy, do it, Fuck my pretty face.’I need no second bidding. My fingers curling into your tousling locks, I ram it home again – all the way down, glutting you with hard, thick meat, only this time I start to fucking pumpLust takes over – raging, unforgiving lust – and I fuck your throat in a frantic piston action, forcing you down onto me as I shaft. Ramming you down on my dick like I’m dribbling a fucking basketball. Shit, girl, if anyone can take it, you can.Spit is flying from your mouth and there’s a lewd and rhythmic gluk-gluk-gluk sound in the back of your throat as I surge in and out. Fuck… I think vaguely as I ravish your lovely face like it’s practice for your cunt. My girlfriend thinks I’m at a birthday party. Well this is the best fucking party I’ve had for a long time and it’s only getting started.I pull out, glutinous saliva spilling from your mouth, thick strands of it linking with my cock. For a moment I savour the deliciously messy image, then I power in again with another full-on oral cock-assault.Each time I extract myself it gets messier, filthier – your eyes watering and mascara running like crooked musical notes down your cheeks, spit bubbling from your mouth and forming a gluey dangling web between your lips and my glistening shaft. Drool is spilling down to the base of my cock and drenching my balls. Saliva drips down in huge gobs from your chin and splashes onto your tits. It’s all fucking amazing. And then mid face-fuck I glimpse your refection – the merest hint of your naked ass from the angle we’re at – in the room’s wall mirror. The idea comes to me fully formed.‘Hold it, Alana. It’s time you opened your first present.’A grin spreads over your flushed and panting face. ‘I wondered when we’d get to that, daddy.’ Jesus, bitch – when are you going to use my fucking name?