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First time I sucked a mans cock

I just checked into my hotel room on a business trip. It had been a long flight, and long time getting to the hotel. A few colleagues were with me, but on different floors. It was nearly 9 at night when we checked in, and we agreed on a quick dinner at the bar, because an early day was ahead. We met downstairs and were treated to a quick service of burgers and a few beers. It was nearly 10:30 when we left. I returned to my room, and found an odd note on the floor. It wasn't in front of the main door, it was in front of the door to the adjoining room. I reached down and slid it out from under the door. When I did, I heard a shuffle, like someone was coming up to the door. "Tell me what you dream about." I stood in total silence. I heard a shuffle again from behind the door. I looked down. Another paper slid under. I picked it up. "No worries, no fears. Just want to have fun." As I read it, a pencil slipped under the door. I was mortified. Who was this? A colleague playing a trick? A competing salesman? What was this about. I slid the pencil back with my foot. I waited. Another paper. "I'll go first. I like having my dick sucked." I reader lower in small print. "Send the pencil back and I wont bother you again." I paused. I had always dreamed about fantasies of cuckolding. Of eating my wife after she was with a new lover. Of being humiliated by a strong man and sexy woman like my wife. He already exposed his desire... he was just as guilty as I was at this point. The harm was ...

... minimal. And alot, all at the same time! I head a shuffle again. He waited for my move. I was to afraid to do anything. I heard more noise... the sound of an opening door. OMG! He opened his side of the door! What if I knew him? What was going to happen! I soft, silent, knock. Not a berating one. Not an eager one. A soft knock... like he was patient and waiting for me. I looked up. My door had a latch on it... I latched it so it could only open 1-2 inches. I looked around... could he identify me if I opened the door? I moved my belongings. I paniced... then took a deep breath. This was as anonymous as I could ever get. I unlocked the door. I heard him gasp. I stood behind it, out of view, as I opened it. "Hi," he said quietyly. Discreetly. I was too shy to respond. "I didnt think you would open it the door," he said. "How many people have opened it?" I asked meekly. "You are the first," he chuckled soflty. "Thank you." "How many notes have you slid under doors?" I asked. "You are the first," he said more solemly. We both stood behind our doors for a moment. "Keep your door latched, okay?" he asked. "Okay," I responded. I heard his door close. Then re-open. "Why did you open your door?" he asked. I heard his voice was closer now. I could almost smell his breath behind the door. I could sense his presence close to mine. "I don't know," I said quietly. We were both silent again. For minutes, it seemed. "I'm going to be bold," he said polietly, as if to prepare me for a shocker. ...