The Hotel

Claire stood outside the hotel room door for a long second, phone in hand. She had already texted Phil from the lobby.

Claire: I’m here. About to knock. Still sure you want every detail when I get home?

His reply had come instantly.

Phil: Yes. Don’t hold anything back.

She knocked.

The door opened almost immediately. The man from the profile was even bigger in person. Tall, broad, dark skin, easy confidence. He looked her up and down once, slow and open, then stepped aside to let her in.

The room was simple. King bed, low lights, city view through the curtains. He closed the door behind her and leaned against it.

“Claire, right?”

“Yes.”

“And your husband knows you’re here.”

“He knows. He’s at home. He’s been waiting for this.”

The man smiled, not unkindly. “Good. Come here.”

Claire walked to him. He didn’t kiss her. He just reached down, took her hand, and placed it directly on the front of his sweats. Even soft, the size was ridiculous. She felt the weight of it, the thickness, and her mouth went dry.

“You can take it out.”

She hooked her fingers in the waistband and pushed the sweats down. His cock sprang free, heavy and already half hard, hanging thick against his thigh. Up close it looked even more unreal than the photos. Claire wrapped both hands around it and still couldn’t cover the length. She felt it swell in her grip as she stroked him slowly, watching it thicken and rise until it stood out hard and massive in front of her.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“You still want it?”

Claire nodded, already sinking to her knees on the hotel carpet. She leaned in, licked a long stripe from the base to the head, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the tip inside. Her jaw stretched immediately. She worked him with both hands and her mouth, taking what she could, drooling around the thick head while he grew fully hard against her tongue.

He let her struggle with it for a while, watching, then rested a heavy hand on the back of her head.

“That’s enough. Get on the bed. On your back. I want to see your face when it goes in.”

Claire stood, stripped without ceremony, and lay back on the sheets. She spread her legs without being asked. The man climbed onto the bed between them, stroked his cock once, and rubbed the fat head up and down her already soaked slit, coating himself in her.

He pushed.

The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Claire’s mouth fell open on a broken sound as the thick head forced her open. He kept steady pressure, inch after inch, until she was shaking and gripping the sheets. When he finally bottomed out she felt impossibly full, stretched wider than she had been in years.

He gave her a moment, then started thrusting. Deep. Controlled. Every stroke dragged that massive cock against places that made her vision blur. Claire could already feel herself starting to come apart under the sheer size of it.

The man looked down at her, still fucking her in long, heavy strokes.

“Your husband is going to lose his mind when you tell him how this looks inside you.”

Claire could only nod, eyes glassy, taking every inch while the hotel room filled with the wet, filthy sound of that oversized cock claiming her cunt.