Always on the lookout for cock, I was in contact with a guy on a gay dating site. Alexis (name changed) was in the area for a business trip and was desperate to get laid. We spent the day sending each other super hot messages and increasingly sexy photos: Him naked in his bathroom, in his early thirties, with a massive, athletic, hairless body, displaying an impressive cock already swollen with desire. Me in my armchair, legs spread on the armrests, my anus offered up, my big balls dangling beneath my shriveled little noodle. No doubt about who would get the female treatment. It was obvious, I was going to be used as a cum receptacle by a handsome, horny man again. And horny he was, the bastard! He'd been in the area for over a week for work and still hadn't gotten laid. "_You're really horny! _Oh, yes, my handsome, I want you so badly! _That's perfect, I need to empty my balls! And that's what you want, isn't it? _Oh yes, I'd love that! _How about we meet up tonight? _Can I come see you? _I'm just waiting for that! _Where are you staying? _I took a room at the Campanile hotel in the shopping area, you know it? _Yes, I know where it is.  _Then come on over. I can't take it anymore!"       Without a second thought, I rushed to my car to meet him. He would have to wait another ten minutes before he could be satisfied, the time it took to drive. Luckily, I had been getting ready all day while sending him flirty messages; I gave myself a water enema with my bulb syringe, then prepared my anus by slathering it with lube, and finally inserted each of my dildos, going from smallest to largest, to properly dilate my hole, hoping it wouldn't all be in vain.     Arriving at the Campanile, I parked my small city car in the parking lot in front of the restaurant, hoping not to attract attention. Leaning over the seat, out of sight, I opened the glove compartment and retrieved condoms and a tube of lube, hastily stuffing them into my jacket. With a quick glance around, I checked that no one was watching me. Okay, one last look in the rearview mirror to bolster my courage and remind myself that I was just a little slut, and I went for it, ready to get properly fucked! The hotel was located behind the restaurant. Like American motels, the rooms were accessible from the outside, without going through a reception desk. Trembling with excitement, I climbed the stairs to the single floor. Slowly walking down the corridor, I scanned the room numbers in descending order until I stopped in front of number two.     Suddenly, a whimsical idea popped into my head. I wanted to stage our meeting. I knocked on the door, announcing playfully, "Good morning, sir, this is bellhop service. Do you need anything?" " Come in, it's open."    The room opened directly onto the bed, but my host was standing in the bathroom doorway to the right, wearing only a towel around his waist. He was even more attractive in person. With one hand, he untied the towel, which fell to his feet, revealing his member, a good twenty centimeters long, and a large pair of balls as big and heavy as mine, which I would try to lighten.  "I need to fuck you, is that alright with you? " "Sir's wishes are commands."    I couldn't believe I'd dared to say such a thing. I moved towards him, scattering my clothes everywhere like a clumsy stripper. When I reached him, I knelt down without us even exchanging a word or a kiss, and he shoved his large, veiny, swoll ...

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