Sealing the Sex Deal

Sometimes you don’t get what you paid for

This afternoon, I met a new lover at a nearby motel for our first meet. Eager to show me he had the stamina to go for hours, he promised me hours of fun, fucking and fun.

Boy. He did not disappoint me with the sex. What followed wasn’t fun but I’ll get to that.

We connected months ago but nothing came from that chat. After many weeks of him trying to convince me me to merge with him, I agreed to a coffee meeting. At the last minute, he bailed saying that someone else was better suited to his needs. I wished him well and put him out of my mind. I kept looking for my proverbial glass slipper in a man.

MegaMogul is successful, runs a large corporation and very serious about the right affair partner. So when he asked if we could start chatting again, I was dubious. I gave him heck for dropping out of our chat. But he’s as charming as he is successful, so I gave him another chance.

He came at me with measured determination, to make me his. Questions meant to entice, statements that made me shiver, and blatant terms of how he’d fuck me. He had me thinking of all the ways that he was going to fuck me and make me come.

After we met for a coffee, he asked me to be his affair partner in a long term partnership. How corporate of him! I had doubts as he bailed on me before. But persistent as he is, I said yes to a merger.

Rescheduling is a bitch during a pandemic. We had several times planned that had to be cancelled and rebooked at the last minute. Finally I had enough and wanted to be independent again. I let him know that. Well, the Mogul made his schedule wide open for me. We booked right away, paid the price of admission and went to the motel.

He kissed me deeply as soon as he walked in the door. His smile was genuine and happy. I was his lover and he was going to enjoy my body today. He walked me backwards to the king size bed, and gently pushed me backwards.

Leaning down into me, he pressed his body into mine. I could feel his hard cock thru his jeans into my pants. Kissing me, he pulled down my slacks and kissed my belly and abdomen. He pushed up my top and started sucking on my skin and breasts like I was best candy in the world.

After some hard kisses, he pulled my slacks and panties off in one pull and then swooped down into my pussy. I felt his goatee brushing against my lips and I started writhing on the bed. He licked and sucked me until I came against his lips, breathing hard.

Off came his clothes. His beautiful body was on mine and we got rid of the rest of mine shortly after. He started rubbing the tip of his cock over my clit and I started building an orgasm again. He promised me that he’d fuck me in all kinds of ways today, so he started filling that promise.

He nudged me over and lay down with me. Facing up, he pointed to his cock.

“Hop on baby. Ride this hard cock. It’s all yours”

I jumped on him. I want to say gently, but I don’t think I did. Impaling me, he went all the way in. I was trying to remember how to ride a man, as it’s been a long time. He was patient, guiding me back in the right position. Finally, we got the right motion and I fucked him.

I started to get tired so down I went to the bed. He helped me move and brought me to the edge of the bed with one leg straight out and the other up in the air. He laid it against his chest and entered me again.

He fucks as he works, like a boss and in control. He was determined to make me come and to make me walk funny before I left that day. We switched to him fucking me on the edge of the bed and as I came, I asked him to come. He agreed and we fell together, laughing and sweaty.

Water and food was a must have. A break was needed before the next meeting.

I had this feeling like he was ready to leave the room but he had only been there for an hour. Surely our whole afternoon wasn’t done yet. So I asked him to stay with me and talk.

An hour later, we lay on the bed with my head on his chest. My hand was idly playing with his cock and balls while he rubbed my back and shoulder.

“If you want me to fuck you again, you need to make me hard baby.”

Challenge accepted. I took him into my mouth. He tasted good, and manly. Precum was mixed with my salvia and I went deep. He inhaled sharply, and my nails scraped his sac gently. He likes the pressure so I did it again, over and over. He invited me to ride him again.

A little sore (okay a lot), I gently sat on his cock. It was easier this time. We found the right rhythm right away. He pumped me over and over. He adjusted his position, so his cock started hitting the front of my vagina and then out by the clit. The pressure put me over the edge. I came hard, shouting and gushing down over him. But he wasn’t done.

We moved to the edge of the bed again, this time with me standing on the floor, lying my upper body against the bed. He pushed up into, over and over. He loved how wet I was and how hard he was because of it. He said he wouldn’t come again in one afternoon, but I had other plans. I asked him to fuck me again with my legs up on his chest. He penetrates me deeply when he does that.

Once he did, he started fucking me with intent. It was hard and relentless.

“I’m not a flower. Fuck me hard. I can take it.”

So he did.

We both came shouting and I felt his cum jetting into me. He wasn’t expecting to come again but I like a challenge.

I sense he was getting ready to bolt. I asked if he could stay with me for the whole afternoon. I wanted to see if he would keep his promise.

“I’m sorry babe. I have to go but message me later. Notifications are not on but I’ll see it later.”

You know if it seems too good to be true, it probably is?

I had a feeling all along that I couldn’t put my trust in him. He found someone better last time. He swore that I was his best fit this time. But when someone tries to sell you land on the Moon, you can’t believe them. He was a player. I knew that. I just didn’t want to hurt in this game.

He sent me this message the same evening. I was not surprised in the slightest.

“I’m sorry but I have to withdraw from our partnership. We have great chemistry and can make each other feel good in and out of the bed. But you’re not what I’m looking for. Have a nice life.”

WHAT! You fucking asshole. Prick. You pursued me, cajoled me, made me feel special, give me multiple orgasms…then dump me!!! You are a fucking loser and this is your loss buddy. I’m FREAKING AWESOME.

That was my imagined reply. My real reply was to wish him well as I’m still a nice person. I deleted our chat.

Alone in my bed, I started to cry. Not because of him specifically as he was a prick. I felt loss over something that was never really mine in the first place.

Chin up Clara. Tomorrow is a new day and there are others waiting to take his place in my bed.

See below for happier encounter with a lover I’ll never forget.