I Am A Little Whore, Aren’t I?

Landing after a short flight still doesn’t make it any easier when you arrive at an airport you don’t know. People everywhere, hustle and bustle wherever you turn and confusing signs that seem like they are leading you in circles.

My friend Catherine and I are traveling to see a concert in another city, we aren’t groupies or anything like that, we just both had time off due at work and the flight was only an hour. Once we landed, however, we knew we had a bus ride to our hotel, we were meant to be getting an uber but at the last minute decided it was best to save some money and get the bus instead.

We finally found the queue for the bus, it seemed to be at the furthest point in the airport. Catherine had asked so many members of staff for some guidance and all of them pointed us in different directions. In the end, It was a random man that we had asked for help, I don’t think either of us realized how attractive he was until we had already stopped him and asked for directions to the bus stop into the city. He had stared at my breasts for a second too long and it had thrilled me. Catherine was usually the one to get all of the male attention when we went out and he seemed to be interested in me, even if it was for a few short seconds. Catherine hadn’t seemed to notice but I had and it had inflamed me with desire. The thing is, I am a married woman, I am not single, Catherine is. The only saving grace is that I am not just any ordinary wife, I am a hotwife and my husband is a little cuck. However, cheating is still frowned upon, so I knew I had to tread carefully with this handsome stranger.

Queuing for the bus we chatted aimlessly about nothing when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, it was so gentle that it didn’t startle me. I turned around and it was the man from before, he greeted us and told us that his uber had canceled so he was just going to take the bus. I was secretly thrilled, he was gentle but dominating at the same time, nothing like my submissive husband. He oozed authority and his eyes were enough to turn my knees to jello.

We boarded the bus and he asked if I wanted to sit next to him so I sat in the window and him in the aisle next to me, leaving Catherine in the aisle seat next to us. She glared at me but then let it go, I had done it so many times for her. I had even waited in an alley behind a club for her whilst she blew a guy she had just met, she owed me this one, besides I was only talking to him, right?

The motion of the bus made Catherine fell asleep almost instantly she always did on journeys, she had the ability to just shut her eyes and be out cold, very much unlike me and he and I made conversation, he was really interesting and really successful. I felt a little silly telling him that I was still working my way up the ranks at work but he didn’t come across as arrogant he just listened to me, intently, his eyes burning into mine. There was certainly something between us and I loved a bit of adventure. I text my husband and told him, he encouraged me to see what happens and with that confirmation, I decided to let myself go.

I found out his name was Chris, it suited him. We carried on talking quietly so as to not disturb anyone around us when mid-conversation he placed his hand on my bare thigh. I was wearing a mini skirt so his bare skin on mine felt cooling but electrifying at the same time. He kept his hand there for some time before moving it up my thigh whilst still maintaining eye contact, I had never done anything like this before. I was so turned on, I started parting my legs, I couldn’t believe what I was doing.

His hand ran slowly up and down my thigh and now I could barely concentrate on what we were talking about. He moved his head and bent down so that he could see up my skirt, he smiled as he came back up and looked me in the eye, his face looking at me quizzically. I was wearing a black thong, he told me that he wasn’t expecting my panties to be so small, I giggled nervously.

He tried to carry on talking to me but I couldn’t help but kiss him, he was captivating and my instincts just took over. We made out, his hand resting on the very top of my thigh, my legs parted begging him to touch my pussy just once, he moved his other hand to my hair before gently pulling it and then placing his hand around my throat, I was so horny that I could have just fucked him then and there but I knew it would have been a very bad thing to do.

He whispered in my ear that I was a dirty little whore and although completely out of the ordinary for me, I was smitten and whispered back that I wanted to fuck him.

For the rest of the journey, he teased me by running his hand up my thigh and gently running his finger across my panties, feeling my labia and wet patch and still maintaining eye contact.

Catherine and I got off of the bus and headed to our hotel and I was so excited knowing he was staying there too. He walked with us and checked in first making sure I knew his room number, we checked in next and Catherine still didn’t know anything about the bus and I didn’t want her to know either, she had no idea I was a hotwife, she just wouldn’t understand.

We got to our room, it was late and Catherine told me how tired she was, she said she felt so guilty for not coming out to dinner but she was shattered. I acted as if I was sad but in reality, I knew I wasn’t going to eat either, I was heading straight to Chris’s room. I text my husband again, letting him know what was about to go down and all he wanted was for me to tell him the whole story when I got home.

I knocked on Chris’s door and he opened it wistfully, he greeted me with a kiss and we sat down on his bed. He had opened his suitcase and hung up another suit, I looked around his room before facing him again. I told him I had never done this before and he told me again that I was a little whore and I really liked it when he said that. He motioned towards my wedding ring when he said that and I shyly covered it with my other hand. He grabbed my throat with his strong hands again and we began making out, he pinned me down as we kissed and his hand ran up my skirt, running his hands over my panties again, this time he grabbed onto them and ripped them down my legs and then he parted my legs, still making out with me as he moved his hand over my pussy before spanking it, just once. He traced his fingers over my soaking wet labia and then finally touching my clit, I moaned out loud and he squeezed my throat harder, I whimpered with pleasure.

He pushed a finger inside of me, I moaned again and he told me to be quiet. I was so turned on by his dominance.

I ran my hands across his pants and felt his cock, he was hard, and just as I had imagined his cock was way above average and bigger than anything I had ever had before, including my cuck husbands. I didn’t know how it was going to fit inside of me.

He moved his hand from my throat and began cupping my breasts, pulling my bra, and having my tits spill out over the top, he cupped them hard, the pain felt good. He pinched my nipple, pulling it hard and it sent shivers of pleasure around my body.

Let’s get a picture for your husband he suddenly said as he snapped a shot of us.

He flipped me over and had me all fours, my pussy and ass on show to him. He began licking my pussy and delicately licking my ass too, I was in heaven. He pushed my head down as he got to his knees and began gently sliding his cock into me, it was so big and hard that I didn’t think it would fit but with how wet I was and some perseverance it slid inside of me, filling me up. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, I was shaking in pleasure. He spanked my ass as he began thrusting, the sharp pain felt good and I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to fuck me harder and faster, I thrust into him and he sped up, grabbing onto my waist. My head nestled into his pillow.

He then grabbed onto my hair and pulled my face up and I bent up enough so that we could kiss, he gripped my throat again as he fucked me from behind. My pussy was coating his cock in my juices.

“Smile for the camera”, he said as he flipped me onto my back, fucking me in missionary. He pinched my nipples and grabbed my throat, my face red, my eye makeup blackening under my eyes. He fucked me so hard that I felt as if I would never feel anything as good again in my whole entire life. His cock began to throb inside of me, I knew what was coming. With his cock throbbing, he began to cum, shooting his warm cum into my womb before pulling out and coating this little married whore in his spunk.

We showered up and I left, I never saw him again but I will never forget him, I get wet just thinking about that night.

I sent the pictures immediately to my husband who sent me a picture back of his cum soaked stomach and I slept very well that night.

Comments:

  1. This is amazing. Did Catherine ever suspect anything??

  2. I’ve done something like this too. I told my husband all about it as me and a stranger got to know one another in the hotel restaurant. We fucked back in his room and made sure to capture it all for my hubby. It was amazing so I know how good you feel.

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