The text message is simple and just reads: “237”.
There is nothing else that needs to be said and I know you will be joining me shortly at our favorite hotel. 
It isn’t anything special, just a low priced and out of the way place where they don’t complain about excessive noise. In other words it is just perfect for us. Our meetings are always “intense” and I’ve never been a quiet woman in the bedroom. Finding a place that turns a blind eye, or ear, to our activities was a blessing after being kicked out of a few other places.
I lounge on the bed, naked, waiting, and know I won’t be able to wait for you. I let my hand slither up my thigh, caressing slowly and then I part my legs. Instantly I’m aware of how hot my core is, the heat radiates off my body. You do this to me, always have. I close my eyes and imagine you here with me already, your hand on my pussy, your fingers spreading me and then dipping inside of me.
My chest heaves as I grind against my hand and slowly fuck myself. I can’t wait for your tongue on me, tasting, biting, and torturing me to countless orgasms. It amazing me how intent you are on my pleasure; how you derive so much satisfaction from making my body sing. I slowly stroke inside of myself, moving from one, to two, to three fingers and curling them upward to hit just right the right spot.
I’m still playing, languid strokes with one hand while the other travels my body softly, when you open the door and join me. I smile at you but don’t stop as you walk in and take a seat at the table by the bed. You are eying me hungrily as you remove your boots but instead of joining me you sit back and cross your arms.
“Not going to join me?” I ask
“Nope, I want to enjoy the show.” You answer
I whimper, wanting your touch, but won’t deny you your request. I reach for one of the many toys I have charged, with new batteries, and waiting for us. I grab the first one my hand touches, a large dildo I usually have to work up to during play and groan. I look at Mitch and he’s laughing silently to himself at my luck and I’ll be damned if I’ll pick another instead. I remove my fingers from my pussy and slick my juices over the large toy. Mitch moves to squeeze some additional lube on the bulbous head. I’d thank him but I’m too busy trying to prove a point.
I work the lube along the impressive shaft and then bring the tip to my hungry hole. I push, and meet resistance. I breathe deeply, press a little harder and rock my hips up against the intruding member. Finally the head slides in and I groan as I feel myself stretching. Mitch moves his chair to the end of the bed for a better view and whistles at his new vantage point.
“Babe, you are so fucking full right now. How you doing?” he asks
“If you aren’t going to do anything to help then please shut the fuck up.” I growl at him and start working the shaft further in. The hard part is over and I can now work the giant member with relative ease. I feel insanely full but there isn’t any pain as I pick up speed and fuck myself with the monster rubber cock.
I watch Mitch watching me as I start to stroke my clit in combination with the fierce fucking and quickly feel my orgasm build. I’m desperate to reach it, to crest and have his hands on me instead of my own. I fight for it, towards it, and as soon as I cry out my orgasm I feel his weight on the bed and he is on me.
He allows me no break, moving my hands aside, and resuming the thrusting with the giant toy. Growling I buck against it and welcome his mouth on my breasts, neck and then mouth. My breathing is rapid, shallow, and bursting from my lungs as I arch into his touch, and his warmth. It’s him I want, him I need, the flesh, muscles, and mind that he brings to the bedroom. I bite at his shoulder when it comes too close to my hungry mouth and he jerks back in surprise.
“You, I need you.” I pant and he knows what I need. The toy is tossed aside and that quickly it’s him buried deep inside me. No matter how long it’s been since the last time he was in me this always feels like home. Clinging to him, feeling him move over me, this is what I need and exactly where I want to be. Instantly I crest and cum, stroking his cock with my silky walls. He still for a bit, enjoying the pulsing and kissing my face, and not until I start to rock against him does he start to move again.
His arm, strong and sure, grabs my waste while his other hand moves my legs and suddenly, without him ever leaving me I’m up on my knees in front of him. I laugh at his manipulation of my body, so easy for him. My laughing stops when he pulls out to tease my clit with his tip before plunging deep inside me and nipping at my ear.
While his hands grip my hips mine brace against the wall so I can push back against him as he drives into me. I smirk at the growl of approval that comes from behind me and then jump as his open palm comes down hard on my right and then my left ass cheek in swift succession. Each time his body meets mine my stinging flesh is slapped and I groan as I ride through the pain mixed with pleasure.
“I’m close, baby.” He alerts me and then his hand starts caressing my ass. He teases at my asshole, knowing it drives me crazy, the tickling, teasing, and gentle pressure without probing. I thrust back against him harder and feel him stiffen and spurt his sticky load inside me. Even in the throws of his own passion he still makes sure I get off, slipping a hand around to my slit and stroking strong and sure while he finishes his thrusting.
Crying out his name I collapse on the pillow and he follows me, coming to rest on my side and kissing my shoulders softly.
“Hi, honey.” He finally says and kisses me hello.
