I walked into the hotel room not knowing what the fuck I was doing. Twenty-two, straight as a board until that app pinged, and now here I was, heart hammering, dick already half-hard just from the messages. The guy waiting on the bed was older, built like he lifted heavy shit for a living, and he didn’t waste time with small talk.
“Strip,” he said, voice low and rough. “Show me that ass you’ve been teasing about.”
I pulled my clothes off fast, cock springing free and already leaking. He stood, grabbed my shoulders, and spun me around. His hands spread my cheeks without asking, thumbs digging in, inspecting. “Tight little hole. Never been fucked, right?”
“Never,” I admitted, voice shaking.
He shoved two fingers in his mouth, got them wet, and pushed one straight into me. No slow build, no easing in. Just a thick finger breaching my ass while his other hand wrapped around my cock and stroked it hard. “Gonna breed this hole tonight. You want that load deep?”
“Yeah,” I grunted, pushing back on his finger. “Want you to fill me.”
He worked a second finger in, scissoring me open, spitting on my hole when it wasn’t enough. The burn was real, but so was the way my cock throbbed in his fist. He kept talking filthy the whole time. “Gonna stretch this virgin cunt wide. Pump you full till it leaks out your ass for days.”
When he figured I was ready enough, he bent me over the bed, kicked my legs apart, and lined his bare cock up. No condom. That was the deal from the start. He rubbed the fat head against my hole, smearing spit and precum, then shoved in with one hard thrust.
I yelled. It hurt like hell at first, that thick cock splitting me open, but he didn’t stop. He gripped my hips and drove in balls-deep, grinding until I felt his pubes against my ass. “Take it,” he growled. “First cock in this hole and it’s breeding you raw.”
He started fucking me in long, brutal strokes. Every pull out left me empty and aching, every slam back in made my whole body jolt. My cock swung between my legs, dripping onto the floor. He reached around and jerked it rough while he pounded me, telling me exactly what he was doing. “Gonna flood this ass. Mark it. Breed it till you’re dripping my cum.”
I came first, shooting hard across the sheets without touching myself much, ass clamping down on his cock. That made him fuck harder, hips slapping loud and nasty. “Fuck yeah, squeeze it out of me,” he snarled.
He buried himself to the root and unloaded. I felt every pulse, hot and thick, pumping deep inside. He stayed locked in, grinding, making sure it all stayed put. When he finally pulled out slow, a thick rope of cum followed, running down my balls.
He didn’t let me clean up. He pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs, and slid back inside, still hard, fucking his own load deeper while I moaned like a slut. “Round two,” he said. “Gonna breed you again before you leave.”
By the time he finished the second time, my hole was sloppy, cum leaking every time he thrust. He made me push some out onto his fingers, then fed it to me. “Taste what I put in you.”
I left that room sore, leaking, and already wanting more. First time, and I got bred like I was made for it.
