Victor

I'm super nervous. I repeatedly run my damp palms over my skirt, which ends just above my knees. Sitting on this chair in the hotel lobby, I feel like I'm on display. Can you tell that I'm about to meet a stranger here?

Is he really a stranger to me? His name is Victor. I know what he looks like. I know everything he has revealed about himself in his profile, his interests and preferences. Hard to believe: there are even reviews from women he has already met. Five out of five stars across the board. I feel like I'm on eBay. The only thing that's unclear to me is: is he the product or am I?

I chose Victor. Thomas took care of everything else. He arranged the place, time, and conditions. I'm sure if I'd had to do it myself, I would have lost both the desire and the courage.

Thomas sits across from me and smiles encouragingly. Every thirty seconds, he checks the status on his cell phone, as if that could speed up time. We arrived much too early because I couldn't stand being at home any longer. It's my first date, and I ask myself: Is what I'm doing right?

Victor enters the lobby and I recognize him immediately. His photo is burned into my memory. He is tall and muscular. He has a youthful, friendly face—he claims to be in his late twenties—which is lit up by a smile that reveals his sparkling white teeth. His skin is as dark as black coffee.

He has recognized me as well and is heading our way. As I stand up, the absurd thought pops into my head: should I turn around so he can identify me, because he probably remembers my butt most of all.

“Hello, Victor. I'm Jessica.”

As I shake his hand, I hope he doesn't notice my trembling. It really feels like my first date. In the elevator, I stand awkwardly between the two of them, Thomas on my right, Victor on my left.

The hotel room is simple. There is nothing to indicate why we have rented it. Thomas draws the curtains, plunging the room into semi-darkness. He sits down in an armchair in one corner.

“Don't pay any attention to me. Pretend you're alone.”

Easy for him to say. He only has to watch. My heart is beating in my throat. What should I do? Should I say something?

Victor steps in front of me. He is tall and broad. I can smell him: cedar wood and fresh leather. Gratefully, I allow him to command my full attention. Slowly, I can block out the world around me. He doesn't touch me. His voice brings me back to the here and now.

“May I kiss you?”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “Yes.”

His hands rest on my back, large, warm, strong. We move closer. The first touch of our lips is brief, almost tentative. Then he pulls me toward him, pressing our bodies together. His mouth takes possession of mine. At first, I just let it happen, but soon I respond. The kiss is wild and lasts forever.

Breathless, I pull away from him. His fingers search for the zipper at the back of my dress.

“Tell me right away if you’re not comfortable with anything." We’re standing so close together that I can feel his bass vibrating in his chest. Without saying a word, I confirm that I understand.

After the dress is on the floor, Victor takes two steps back and looks me over thoroughly. I can't help but blush shyly. I'm no longer twenty and I've given birth to a child. Even the delicate lace lingerie I bought especially for this occasion can't hide the imperfections of my figure.

Victor whistles softly through his teeth. “You're beautiful. Even more beautiful than in the videos. I want you.”

I wonder if I can believe him. But when he takes off his T-shirt and jeans, I can see that he's not lying. The huge bulge under his tight-fitting briefs proves his intentions. I swallow hard. It's true what they say about the size of black men.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and slips off his last piece of clothing. My eyes are glued to his erection, which stands proudly and large before him. He is in no way inferior to Dirk, on the contrary.

“Jessica?”

My gaze darts upward. Heat colors my cleavage and my cheeks. How embarrassing. What must he think of me?

He waves me closer to him.

“You wrote in your profile that you like to be dominated and treated roughly. Is that true?”

I can't look him in the eye. An affirmative “H-hm” is all I can manage. It's true, but I can't bring myself to say it out loud.

“Kneel down!”

He points to the floor between his feet. His previously gentle, empathetic voice has lost all warmth and cuts like sharp steel. I sink to my knees in front of him. His hands grab my head, burying themselves in my hair.

“Open your mouth.”

I barely have time to take one last breath before he pushes his thick cock into my throat. I gag helplessly, unable to break free from his grip. He holds me there for seconds, during which my pulse pounds louder and louder against my skull.

Finally, he pulls back. I gasp for oxygen. He thrusts again. Again and again. He makes it clear to me that I am his toy, which he can use as he pleases. Saliva runs down my chin.

I hate it. And at the same time, it makes me incredibly hot.

Without warning, he lets go of me and throws me face down on the mattress next to him. He stands behind me. His feet push mine apart.

“Ass up.”

Before I can obey, he lifts me up by my hips. He violently pulls my panties aside. I feel and hear the delicate lace tearing.

Without hesitation or preparation, he thrusts his battering ram into my tight slit. In one brutal stroke, he goes all the way in. I exhale with a hiss. This thing is thicker than anything that has ever been inside me. I could scream. At the same time, I am surprised at how easily he slides into me. I hadn't noticed how wet I already am.

With the power and speed of a jackhammer, he nails me to the bed. I forget time and space. My thoughts and feelings narrow down to one thing. Victor stretches and fills me incredibly. I no longer know what I am, who I am, where I am. All I know is that I want him to take me. Powerless and at his mercy, I accept everything he gives me.

He cumms. I can feel it, hear it, and sense it. And this feeling pulls me into the abyss with him. Stars explode.

It's getting dark.