We don't even make it to the bed

My heart is racing. The woman I've gone through so many fantasies with, who wants it all, is inches away from me. We get in the elevator and she hits the button for her floor. We're both playing it cool. Until the door closes.

Once the door is closed I can't wait any longer. I turn to her, grab her head, and push her up against the side wall. My lips find hers and are met with an eager moan. We continue to kiss as our hands fly all over each other's bodies, leaving clothes intact for the walk from the elevator to the room. The elevator dings and we break the kiss. I let out a low growl and see Claire's red, red lips smile, her eyes screaming 'Fuck me.'

She leads me to her room and opens the door. We didn't discuss anything for the night beyond the lobby, but I can't go another minute without having her. The door beeps and opens. Before it's shut I push Claire up against the wall next to the door and tear her shirt open. I pin her to the wall with one hand and immediately attack her massive tits with the other hand and my mouth. "Yesssssssss" she hisses as I take control. We've played this scenario out hundreds if not thousands of times. Claire's sex life is much better than mine, so I'm glad to see that she needs this just as bad as I do.

I feel her hands eagerly grabbing at my pants, blindly undoing them to get at my cock. Her moaning gets louder as she releases it from my boxers and gets her hands on the cock she's thought about so much over the last few years. She strokes it abs I can't wait any more.

The dresser is right next to us. I grab Claire's hair and spin her to face it before bending her over it. I quickly pull her slacks and thong down over her ass, then take the head of my cock and rub it up and down her slit. Fuck she's so wet. Without really thinking about the line I'm crossing, I grab her hips and slam my cock home in one hard throat. I grunt at the sensations flooding in: the first new pussy I've felt in over a decade, the end of my dry spell, the chance of living out a fantasy I've talked about so long.

"Fuuuuucccckkkkk" Claire moans below me. "Yes, fuck me, sir. Fuck me hard!" I immediately oblige, hammering away as I pull back on her hair and **** her back to arch. In the dresser mirror I can see a side view of her reactions and it's everything I imagined.

I spank her hard, making sure to leave a hand print. "You like that you little slut? You like feeling that married cock filling your wet pussy?" She moans at the spanking. In all our fantasies, her constant is her desire to be used completely. As she hears me say 'slut'the first time I could swear I feel her get wetter.

The downside to my dry spell is there's no way I can last long like this. But there's no need to rush. We have all night, and I have plenty more ideas. I slam my cock in her tight fuck hole as hard and fast as I can, pulling her head by her auburn hair back to my chest as I whisper in her ear "I'm... Going to fill... That hot pussy... With all the cum... You've been waiting for..."

It has the desired effect, and Claire instantly cums hard. I feel her legs give out though I have her pinned against the dresser. Her pussy clenches down and triggers my own orgasm. I grunt at the release, feeling myself pumping more and more and filling her. When we're done I lead her over to the bed and climb on top of her, kissing her hard. As we recover I explain more of the story to her. "That cold bitch. I'm sorry Mike," she says. As she says my name, her voice softens though, and she grabs for my cock. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."