It’s Tuesday afternoon and because I really want this date to happen, I arrange with the office to finish early. I choose a black dress, heels and black lingerie. My morning has been spent at my office in the city – working, professional, ordinary and innocent. My afternoon, however, will be filled very differently.
Horny, slutty and without shame.
After work, I race home. I’ve already laid out my outfit, ready to go. I jump in the shower, give my pussy one last careful shave, curl my hair and touch my make-up. One final check to make sure everything is in my “date bag” and I’m ready.
All dressed up, I drive towards the hotel for this date.
The parking garage was directly underneath the hotel, with the elevators leading straight up into the building. I decided to park there.
It felt like the most discreet option.
Less walking through the lobby, fewer curious eyes and a much easier way to make my way upstairs unnoticed.
Sometimes it’s the small practical details that make these kinds of dates feel smoother.
When I arrived, I spotted my Bull already waiting for me. That instantly took away some of the nerves. There’s always something reassuring about seeing the person in real life after all the messaging and planning.
Together, we walked toward the elevators and made our way up to the fourth floor.
That quiet moment in the lift always feels strangely intense – the small talk, the anticipation, both of you knowing exactly why you’re there, but still pretending for a few seconds that it’s all perfectly casual.
And honestly?
That tension is half the fun.
I followed my Bull into the room and placed my bag on the luggage rack, the usual spot you find in hotel rooms. I took a quick look around. It was a fairly simple and somewhat gloomy room, but perfectly fine for what we had planned.
Before I could say anything, he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me.
“So,,,we’re going the spend the whole afternoon fucking, right?” He said with a grin.
He kissed me again and slowly guided me backwards toward the bed.
Okay,,,he was definitely eager.
His hands moved over my body as if he had been waiting all day for this moment. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness, just pure focus and excitement.
He grabbed my leg just below my knee and lifted it slightly, pulling me closer against him while continuing to kiss me.
I could feel the hunger in the way he touched me.
His hand slowly traced its way higher along my thigh and with every movement the tension between us grew stronger.
That kind of confidence can be incredibly attractive.
There’s always a moment in these dates where the teasing ends and everything shifts into something heavier, more intense and more inevitable.
This was definitely that moment.
For a second, my mind flashed to hubby.
I wondered what he would think if he could see this exact moment.- the sluttiness, the chemistry, the way everything was unfolding.
That thought alone sent another rush through me.
Because somehow, even here, in another hotel room, with another Bull…
My husband was still part of it.
My Bull was impatient. That much was obvious.
He could hardly wait and asked me if I was looking forward to get fucked by him. Judging by the way his hands kept roaming over me, he definitely was.
There was something restless about him – hungry, focused, almost unable to slow himself down.
He pulled me closer again and kissed me, his hands constantly moving, never staying still for long. It was clear that he knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t shy about taking control of the moment.
Before I knew it, he had guided me back onto the bed again, the pace of the evening suddenly accelerating.
That eagerness was impossible to miss.
I couldn’t help but wonder whether he ever still had this kind of intensity at home…or if all of that energy was reserved for moments like this.
He wasn’t unattractive.
Far from it.
But he wasn’t really my usual type either.
There was something very polished about him – successful, smooth, sharp around the edges. The kind of man who is used to getting what he wants.
And I could feel that same arrogance in the way he touched me, the way he carried himself, the way he approached the date.
Not necessarily unpleasant.
Just…very him.
That confidence can be attractive.
But it can also be dangerous.
He pulls off my thong and goes straight for my pussy. See? I already knew it. This man wants to taste my married pussy and he’s clearly been looking forward to it.
My Bull licks my pussy eagerly – not hesitant, but confident and deliberate.
All the while, I find myself wondering wether I really like it – the way he’s so hungry and eager, tasting my pussy juices and licking my clitoris.
No, not really. It’s fine, don’t get me wrong.
I lift myself up and kiss him. Then I pull off his shirt and in response he quickly takes off his shoes and drops his trousers himself. My Bulls cock is already hard, but that doesn’t surprise me at all. He’s clearly incredibly turned on by me.
He climbs on top of me, clearly wanting to fuck and claim my married pussy. His hips move closer and I can feel his cock pressing against my pussy, hard and ready.
I kiss along his lower stomach while holding his cock in my hand. I can feel it getting even harder, pulsing in my grip.
Then I decide to suck his cock and take it into my mouth. He’s average-sized – not especially big or thick – which means I can take him quite easily. I suck his cock slowly, taking my time and making sure he feels every bit of it.
My Bull grabs hold of my hair and, with his other hand, gives my are a sharp smack. Then he pushes me onto my back, climbs on top of me and slides his cock inside my pussy.
My pussy is wet, so his cock slides in easily. I’ll give him that – he does have a good rhythm. But with his more average size, he doesn’t quite reach as deeply as some of the other Bulls.
I let my Bull fuck me for a while, then turn myself around and move to the edge of the bed, resting on my hand and knees. He pressed himself against me again and slides is cock back inside my pussy.
There’s a large mirror hanging opposite us. I notice him watching my face through the reflection. I play along, letting him thick he’s driving me wild with how good it feels, feeding into his own excitement. My Bull says he won’t be able to hold back much longer because he’s so turend on.
“Then fill my pussy,” I tell him. “Claim this married pussy with your cum.”
He pushes into my pussy harder, his rhythm turning rougher and more desperate. Then he grains loudly, mutters, “Jesus…yeah,” and collapses beside me on the bed, completely satisfied.
That was round one.
Lying on the bed we talked a little about work.
That always fascinates me – how quickly a moment can switch from tension and chemistry to completely ordinary conversation.
One minute pure adrenaline, the next discussing careers.
Every now and then he let out a groan and mentioned that he had bruised his ribs during kickboxing. Apparently it was still bothering him. Personally, I couldn’t help but thing he was making rather a lot of noise about it for someone who had been acting so eager just moments earlier.
But of course, I played along. I gave him my best sympathetic look, nodded and acted as though I felt terribly sorry for him. Sometimes a little kindness costs nothing.
He then asked me where I liked to go in the city.
I told him that I enjoy fine dining and that I’m slowly working my way through as many Michelin-starred restaurants as I can.
That made him smile.
“I wouldn’t have expected anything less,” he said. That felt like a very accurate observation.
Then he starts touching my pussy again. He says he finds it incredibly exciting that I have a good job and that he’d already noticed in the car park that I’d arrived in a SUV. Yes! I think to myself, my new SUV! He says he drives the same brand and that I clearly have good taste. All the while, his fingers keer moving in my pussy, making it impossible not to feel the effect of it.
I tell him I’m going to suck his cock again. The thought of later kissing my husband after having my lips and tongue playing with another man’s cock turns me on. In one motion, I take my Bulls cock deep into my throat and hear him groan. He grabs my hair while I keep sucking his cock, making sure I had every inch of it.
We kiss and he pushes me onto my back. We start again and he slides his cock into my cum filled married pussy once more. I have to admit – he does have a good rhythm, At least that’s one nice bonus.
Then I push him back and he lies on his back. I climb on top of him, guiding his cock inside me again, moving in a way that lets me feel his cock deeply. He grips my breasts and when I look at him, I can see just how much he’s enjoying it.
“I want to fuck you hard,” my Bull says, pushing me back beneath him. He climbs on top of me and slides back his cock inside my wet pussy. He fucks me good, but to me it still isn’t quite enough.
“Can’t you fuck me harder?” I ask.
“Yes,” my Bull replies.
He tries his best, but I can tell I’m nit exactly impressed. I let him keep fucking my tight married pussy for a while and I moan, telling him it feels good.
My Bull pulls away from me and starts licking my pussy again. Not briefly this time, but for a long while, with real determination. He focuses on my clitoris so intensely that before long I’m right on the edge of coming.
I let him keep going, moaning because I’m overwhelmed by it. Eventually I pull him back up and let my Bull fuck me one more time. He fucks me for a while, thrusts hard a few more times, then finishes in my pussy, looking completely satisfied.
We stayed on the bed for a little while longer, letting the moment settle.
My Bull looked around the room and said, “Honestly…it’s not even a very nice room. Normally I arrange champagne too.”
I laughed and replied, “Well, next time you’ll just have to try a little harder.”
That made it clear I was joking and my Bull laughed too.
Before leaving, my Bull said he wanted to freshen up quickly. I jumped into the shower with him for a moment because I could use a quick refresh too.
Afterward, he got dressed, leaned in and kissed me goodbye.
He told me he’d enjoyed himself, but he had to rush back to the office.
Work never sleeps, apparently.
To keep things discreet, I left first and my Bull followed a little later.
I walked down the hallway toward my car, heels clicking against the hotel floor, already shifting mentally back into normal life.
I had to laugh to myself.
Another date. Another story. And once again…another satisfied Bull.