Intimacy in the City – Chapter 16

A huge cock fucks my virgin mouth

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With slightly trembling fingers, I reach for the card and open it:

"Put it on.
Leave your underwear off and wait for me. On your knees.
Open your mouth and close your eyes.
– T.“

My pussy is so wet that a thick thread stretches between my panties and my slit.

”Heidi, you're about to get fucked. Oh God. He's so dominant, he's going to fuck you so hard," buzzes through my head.

Previously: Last night, my marketing CEO Julian lured me to a beautiful hotel in the city. An important meeting with potential investors is scheduled. – It's already late, and the city glitters promisingly. A sharp gust of wind makes me shiver as I push open the heavy glass doors.

As soon as I enter the impressive Grand Hotel, I am greeted by shiny marble floors. The scent of fine leather fills the air and lends the ambience a luxurious touch.

My thoughts immediately take me back to my past: when I was in a hotel like this for the first time. Incredibly young, still completely inexperienced and completely overwhelmed by this glamorous world.

This is what happened back then: I am impressed by the luxurious ambience of the hotel. My pulse quickens. With a faltering voice, I introduce myself at the reception desk. The concierge, whose golden keys glisten on his lapel, gently places a key card in my hand.

“Your room is already prepared, Miss Bauer,” his politeness seems almost too perfect – as if he already knows something that is not yet clear to me.

I take a deep breath and stride to the elevator. It glides silently upward, while my pulse quickens with each floor. At the top, a wide hallway leads me directly to a suite that easily surpasses my own apartment in size. The city shimmers in the evening light.

A beautiful red dress lies ready, dark red.

Next to it rests a small card on cream-colored paper. My heart pounds as I reach for it with slightly trembling fingers.

I open it, breathing shallowly.

With slightly trembling fingers, I reach for it and open the card:

“Put it on. Leave your underwear off and wait for me. On your knees. Open your mouth and close your eyes.
– T.”

Oh my God, this is exciting.

I unzip my black mini dress and let it slide to the floor. I'm wearing skimpy, transparent underwear. Even back then, my breasts are too big for my small dress size.

I obediently take off my underwear. With a quick movement of my fingers, my breasts spring forward and free themselves from my bra. My nipples immediately become hard, I'm so excited.

Then I bend forward and let my panties slide over my butt. My pussy is so wet that a thick thread stretches between my panties and my slit. Only just before my thighs does the transparent pussy thread break.

My panties fall to the floor. I look at myself naked in this huge suite.

“Heidi, you're about to get fucked. Oh God. He's so dominant, he's going to fuck you so hard,” buzzes through my head. I reach for the dress and touch my hard nipples.

I put on the dress. It fits like a glove.

I look at myself in the mirror and see the vein in my neck beating faster and faster.

In the middle of the room, I kneel down, close my eyes, and open my mouth.

My heart is beating in my throat. My nipples are pressing through my new dress. I notice how I'm getting wetter and wetter.

I've never sucked a dick before. It's my first time. And then it's so extreme. I'm kneeling here on the floor and I don't even know who's going to fuck my mouth. What have I gotten myself into?

Above all, I haven't told anyone where I am. Not my friends, let alone my fellow students.

What am I doing here?

Why did I sign up for a platform like this and arrange to meet a man I don't know?

"Heidi, this is so hot! Let yourself go! He'll spoil you with his cock. Look, he was super sweet in the chat,“ my inner nymphomaniac encourages me.

”Are you totally crazy! You just moved into your first apartment and now you're going to a sex party!“ another voice scolds me.

”Sex party! Heidi needs to learn how to give head."

Just as the argument between the two threatens to escalate, I hear something.

Yes, a door handle being pressed down. Then, a door opening.

“Be quiet!” I admonish them both. My attention rises to immeasurable heights. I'm still kneeling on the floor without panties and with hard nipples, my eyes closed.

Then I hear his voice for the first time. “Good girl,” I hear a deep voice say. Masculine and dominant.

“So you're Heidi.”
“Yes,” I reply, audibly nervous.
“Is it true that no cock has ever fucked your mouth?” he asks sternly.
“My mouth has never been fucked,” I whimper with lust.
“Shall we change that?”

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my breasts. He slides right into my dress and pulls out my large breasts.

“After all, I want to see your tits bounce when I fuck your mouth. Come on, open it wider!”

My eyes are still closed. And suddenly I feel a cock in my mouth.

Oh. God. How. Horny.

I already thought it must be hot to suck a cock. But that it's so hot when it's pushed deeper and deeper into my mouth...

I greedily move my head forward.

Suddenly, I feel his hand in my hair.

“You're really cock-hungry, Heidi. Then show me how hot it makes you and finger yourself.”

I obey. Moments later, I'm fucking my dripping pussy.

Then I'm suddenly torn from my sexual memory.

“Heidi! Glad you're here,” Julian whispers in my ear. I'm back in the here and now.

I look at him and am shocked! Julian lied to me.

My marketing CEO Julian is standing in front of me, looking handsome. He made me come to this hotel because he has an important meeting with investors. But I can see at first glance that this is a lie.

He is standing in front of a table set for two, arranged with a white cloth tablecloth, heavy crystal glasses, candlesticks, and silver cutlery.

This isn't an investor meeting, it's a date! Sure, it's sweet that he's putting in so much effort. But what else is he hiding from me?

I know he's unfaithful. That's why it never went in the direction of a relationship. But if it's just about sex, why doesn't he say so?

The whole scene seems strange to me. He's charming, trying hard. But why? What's behind it?

We sit down at the table. At first, he sits upright across from me. But his cell phone keeps lighting up. I can't see who's texting him. He makes sure I can't see.

Then another message. And another.

Maybe I'm reading too much into this. It's normal to receive messages in a professional context. On the other hand, what boss would go out to dinner with his employee in such a setting?

“It's not professional, Heidi. He wants to fuck you to orgasm! Enjoy it,” says my nymphomaniac friend.

I'm completely confused. I have no idea what to do now. The setting is so beautiful, he's so charming. Even if the flashing of his cell phone is annoying, but okay.

I just let it happen, switch off my brain, and go with the flow. He must have had something in mind.

Forty-five minutes later, he rips my dress off. My breasts are still bouncing when they suddenly dangle naked in front of him.

“I want to fuck your tits!” he says firmly.

I like that a lot. I press my breasts together and feel his cock. My God, how hard he is. My nipples stiffen with arousal.

I have a feeling it's going to be a long one today. First he'll cum all over my face, and then he'll fuck me hard the second time.

I can't wait to get his hot load.

“Do you want to cum all over me?” I moan at him.

Without answering, he shoots his cum in long strands onto my face and breasts.

“You're so hot,” I whisper in his ear, then head for the bathroom.

In the hallway, just before the bathroom door, something lights up. His cell phone.

Almost reflexively, I look at it. I don't want to be nosy. It's not my phone, after all.

Suddenly, I freeze.

Message from Laura: “Are you sure Heidi won't find out?”

My heart skips a beat. They're betraying me! My best friend is having an affair with my hot marketing CEO! That can't be true.

Suddenly, I remember small, seemingly insignificant moments. Recently, Julian talked to me for far too long about Laura's outfit. Sure, Laura has beautiful, large breasts. But why does he care so much if he's not involved with her?

Another day, Laura suddenly knew what brand of perfume Julian wears: Gentleman Reserve something. How would she know that if she's not sleeping with him?

I'm sure she fucks him regularly until he passes out. She pushes him to the floor and rides his cock hard. Laura loves to press her big breasts into the guy's face while she massages his cock with her tight pussy until he climaxes. When the guy cums and fills her up, she keeps riding his cock in the hope that he'll stay hard. She once confided that to me.

And I'm sure that's how it is with Julian! He just keeps fucking her even though he's come. Full of cum, she'll grab her plump clitoris and cum on him!

“Heidi,” Julian pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Everything okay, sweetie?”

Nothing is okay! I can't take it anymore. I confront Julian.

“Julian, Laura texted you!” I hiss, pointing at the phone. He immediately turns pale. “Heidi... well...” he begins to stammer.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. He immediately uses this to wriggle out of the situation. He opens the door and...

...Laura is standing there.