Why I love feeling a cock in a hole. - Sex Stories

Why I love feeling a cock in a hole.

... why I am getting the preferential treatment', he looked confused for a minute? 'My God, I never realized', as he took his copy from me, 'Can you sign it for me', he asked genuinely. I reached into my bag and got out my pen, 'What do you want me to say', I asked, my pen hovering over the cover. 'To those large G&T's and a memorable night in the back office', he replied laughing, I started scribbling, and signed it and dated it, adding the time, I knew the implications he was hinting at, but as most women know, innuendo does have a delicious tease to it, 'G&T's, I asked him, 'you plan to get me legless', I teased. I must say at this point of my reminiscence I had no intention of letting this revolting man touch me, the tiredness and the strong drink was dulling my libido and relaxing my inhibitive veneer, I was to all intents a horny girl who like an occasional fuck with a stranger, just for the sex, but failing that, I always carried a vib and a dong in my bag, which lay at his feet, thank god it was closed. I downed the drink and felt my head sway, 'Another one', he was pleading, I shook my head, 'No', I replied, 'I need my bed', I continued, and he pointed to his bed which lay alongside the adjoining wall to my room, 'You can pitch down here with me', he offered. 'There is no way you are going to fuck me', I said rising unsteadily to my feet, I was smiling as I said it, perfectly at ease using the 'Fuck' word in front of him, he looked a little ill at ease with my dominant ...

... attitude, but he managed to retort, 'Well if I can't fuck you, perhaps I can give you a night cap to take to bed, and I concurred, as he poured me another, more Gin than Tonic, to take into my room. 'I will barricade my door, in case you are thinking about sneaking in and taking advantage of me', I warned him, and as I spoke my eyes drifted onto his bed, I had seen an irregularity on the wall, midway down, like tape that had been painted over, as if there had been previously, a hole in the wall. I took my shoulder bag, my roller flight-case, and my drink and went into my room, it was neat but spartan, and I threw my bags onto it, locked the door and sat down at the table, turned on the TV and drank my drink. Not surprisingly, the manager had activated to porn movies for me, as I turned the TV on, there was fucking on every channel, I laughed knowing fine well the free booze and the porn was meant to open my legs for his pleasure, no doubt he might have a cam or something and was watching me right now as I watched to fucking on the TV. Deep down, even though he repulsed me, there was something deep inside me that made perverse and repulsive sex appealing, I had a way of looking at it from the man's desperate point of view, finding his luck at achieving the impossible, a sexually perverse eroticism. I undressed and say in my knickers and brassiere, my reflection in he dark window adding to my feeling of arousal as the men in the gang bang fucked the blond, who bore an uncanny ...