Summary of this Story:
George offered me permanence as his girlfriend Rebecca after my recruiter pinged about a Newark job that threatened our bliss. I agonized through a sleepless night in his arms, then accepted at dawn, sealing it with slow, deep rides on his thick cock until we both shattered in orgasmic release. We moved fast: bank accounts switched, my house rented out. He booked a luxe Philly boutique hotel for our anal vacation getaway. There, I prepped in blue chiffon, glue-on breasts jiggling, plugged and caged under sheer nude hold-ups. Public thrills mixed terror, buzzing shocks at dinner, bent over the restroom armchair amid mirrors reflecting my dressed form taking his pulsing cum. Lift blowjobs, shopping sprees, endless fucks. Love anchored every clench and swallow.
Here is your Story: I Move In as His Girlfriend for Hotel Anal Vacation
It was Friday. George had the day off. I got up before him and slipped into the guest room to get ready.
Shower first. Then the all-over shave. I dressed for what looked like a warm day: bra, panties, 10-denier nude hold-ups, floaty cotton knee-length summer dress with thin straps. Minimal makeup, a touch of lip gloss, low-heeled strappy sandals. Downstairs, George had coffees ready, bowls of fruit and yogurt too. I kissed him good morning. He slapped my ass as I circled the table to sit.
Phone pinged mid-sip. Recruiter said one application hit: meet the client’s leadership team in Newark ASAP. Twelve to eighteen months if it went well. Better rate than before, but on-site five days a week. I needed the cash for the mortgage, plus ramped-up costs of being Rebecca full-time. Still, sadness hit hard at the thought of leaving George, switching back to Matt weekdays.
He saw my face fall. “What’s wrong?”
I explained the contract, the money. He reached across, held my hands. “I’ve been expecting this. Thought it through. Do me a favor, listen without jumping in?”
“I will.”
“I mean it. Let me finish.” I nodded. “OK.”
His Offer Changes Everything
He loved me, my company, our relationship. Most special person he’d met. Wanted me forever. Company doing great, ex paid off, cash to burn. Wanted to spend it on me. Move in permanent, as his girlfriend. He’d cover everything. Held up a hand, listen. Understood it’d be huge for me. He’d want financial independence too, just in case. Rent my house out, keep the income as emergency fund. Turn his front room into my office for web design as Rebecca. Point suppliers my way to start. Hand up again. Don’t answer now, or today. Think it over. Big life change. He’d respect whatever. Loved me.
Tears pricked our eyes. I stood, circled to him. “Thank you.” We hugged tight, minutes passing.
Day felt off. We weren’t relaxed. He gave space, but we walked the dog. Cooked dinner, ate from bowls cuddled on the couch, TV flickering. Bedtime, no moves from him. I kissed this kind man, finger to his lips, quiet now. Slid under covers. Tongue and lips on his bulbous cockhead got him hard fast. Took him slow, deep, back and forth. He came quick. I swallowed every drop.
Up for kisses. Then his arms around me, spooning like always. I lay awake most of the night, turning it over. Loved George, wanted him constant. Loved Rebecca 24/7, passable unless up close. But full-time, 365? Decision locked before dawn. Peace hit. Deep sleep.
Woke at eight as he headed down for coffee. Nightie, gown, fluffy sliders. He sat at the table, iPad news open. I wiggled onto his lap, arms round his back, kiss. “Made my decision. Live with you as girlfriend. Love you more than words.”
Kisses, happy tears. Took his hand, led upstairs. “Time to consummate.” Bed cuddles, kisses. Tongue and mouth got him rock-hard, stopped short. Straddled, lowered onto his cock. Rode slow, rhythmic, up till just the tip, down deep against my prostate. First orgasm hit fast, crying out. He filled me soon after. Flipped me on back, legs open. Fucked me kissing mouth, neck. Lost count of my comes that morning.
Next week, bank accounts switched to Rebecca. Agency handling house rental. Wednesday, George home from office: booked Philly boutique hotel weekend getaway. Saturday shopping, dinner at exclusive spot. Public as his girlfriend? Thrilling. Terrifying.
Friday he worked. Time to prep, pack. Kept swapping outfits. Travel and first night, late arrival, blue lace lingerie, sheer nude stockings, short blue silk-lace chemise. Long-sleeve knee-length blue shift dress, matching 3-inch ankle-strap heels. Hair long, flowing, thin Alice band. Barely-there makeup, deep red lipstick, nails. Looked good. Stomach churned anyway.
Homecoming hug lifted me off feet, spun me. Laughed at my suitcase. Caught me off-guard, pulled close. Passionate kisses, hands under dress squeezing ass cheeks. Careful, don’t mess outfit, too late, girly cock swelled in tight lace. Kitchen, bent over table, dress up, legs spread. Spanks from his big hands. Craved his fuck. Panties aside, lubed cock pushed in firm, gentle. Slow, edged my orgasm long as possible. We came. Warm jets pulsing inside. Stayed put till breaths slowed. Withdrew, cum leaking. Straightened soaked panties. “Keep ’em on for the drive. Horny as hell.” Loved it. Hitch dress in car, no damp seat.
The Getaway Begins
Hotel at 8:30. Small, luxe, 30 rooms max. Bags dropped, downstairs cocktail bar. Drinks, nibbles. Relaxed as Rebecca, no stares. Room, giddy from booze, cum panties. Hands everywhere. Dress off, his clothes too. Kisses trailed mouth to chest. Knees, lipstick kisses on hard cock. Sucked balls gentle, back to mouth. Turned on bad, girly cock strained. Tongue round swollen head, slid in-out, lips tight on thick shaft. Hand in panties, barely touched, orgasm streamed cum. Lips tensed, set him off. Swallowed his load. Stood, firm embrace, long kiss. Separated. Whisper: loved me. Quick cleanup, into bed in chemise. His spoon, arms tight. Slept in that embrace.
Morning, he walked early, privacy for me, no separate ensuite. Modest day look: bra, panties, 40-denier black hold-ups, 2-inch black ankle boots, white long-sleeve top under denim tunic mini, short black faux-leather biker jacket. Loose plait hair, modest makeup, pale pink lipstick. He returned as I finished. “You look great.” Late breakfast, then shops.
Spoiled rotten. Designer spots I’d never afford. Lingerie haul: pale blue silk-lace set, matching backless chemise. Stockings, hold-ups galore. Evening dresses, he’d whispered to assistant. Private changing. Standouts: gold halter flowing to floor. Backless blue chiffon, low waist flare, ankle front, floor back, wide neck, silk ribbons over shoulders into long-tailed bow down bare back. He viewed, bought both. “Gorgeous.” Assistant added blue heels with criss-cross ankle ribbons, matching clutch. All in.
Hotel mid-afternoon. He had errands, back 5:30. Laugh: bathroom free by then? Blue dress, caged, plugged, no panties. Thrilled, his directions tingled, especially public. No bra, so $500 glue-on breast forms. Skin-matched, realistic. Thin latex edges rolled smooth. Sexy weight, jiggle. Too aroused for cage. Shave, douche distracted enough. Snapped on, rush, girly cock swelled full. No panties needed anyway, back cut low. No suspenders. Underwear-free. Sheer nude lace-top hold-ups, brown seam with back flowers. New blue heels ribbon-tied. Light brown long wig, loose bun, shoulder curls. Subtle makeup, natural lip gloss. French false nails, short.
Dress on as he entered. Froze. “Can’t believe how beautiful.” Bags in hand. Twirl for him. Retied back ribbon into looped bow down spine. Face away again, parcels rustled. Silver daisy necklace, matching bracelets. Clip-on earrings, knew no piercings. Cheek kiss, makeup safe. Sat on bed, legs tucked, dress spread no creases, back to headboard. He showered, suited up expensive with bow tie.
Ready. Cheeky grin. “How naughty you feel?”
“Very!” Smiling.
“Hoped so.” Bend, dress up. Out old plug, in new, heavier, metallic, larger. Smooth dress. Squeal, buzz hit hard. Another, shock, ass clenched pleasant. Giggled. “Naughty. Careful tonight.”
Restaurant top-floor tower. Cosy, dim, private tables. Waiter near, George buzzed or shocked me. Tingles. Champagne flowed. Caged, plugged, dress-stockings-heels, tipsy, desperate for him inside. Mains done, plates cleared. Whispered to waiter, pointed back. Hand in mine, led there. Corner restrooms: luxe, no bath, toilet, bidet, marble sinks, fluffy towels, leather armchair, lamp table. Mirrored walls floor-to-ceiling.
Chair out. Bent over back, dress hitched, one arm holding. Plug out. Trousers dropped. Hard cock nudged, slid deep into lube. Slow long strokes, deep in-out. Heaven. Mirrors showed me: lady in dress, bent, fucked by handsome man. Micro-orgasms streamed, cage dripped to stocking tops. Few thrusts, he pulsed cum in. Plug back. Breathless stares. “It’s the mirrors…” Laughter. Fixed up.
Table, he said restaurant famous for restroom fucks. One adventure ticked. Up to exclusive club, cuddle, drink, dance hours. Hotel 2:30 a.m. Quiet, night porter only. Three-story lift, feet ached in heels. Doors pinged our floor. Hand round him, hit close. Tick another? Dress spread, knees. Trousers open, cock out. Tongue flicked bulbous head, slid glossy lips. Deeper, throat in-out, glistening shaft. Filled throat-mouth with cum. Swallowed tight, no dress spill. Licked clean, zipped him. “Another ticked.”
Sunday brunch dragged out with extra mimosas at the hotel café, sunlight slanting through the tall windows onto white linen tablecloths sticky from syrup spills. George’s thumb traced slow circles on my wrist under the table, the silver daisy bracelet catching the light each pass. We skipped the drive home straight off, stole another hour in the room, door barely latched before his hands yanked the blue chiffon dress up over my hips. No cage this time, just raw need. He pinned me face-down on the rumpled sheets, cock slamming in steady, the metallic plug from last night forgotten on the nightstand amid lipstick tubes and crumpled hold-up packaging. I came twice before he did, ass clenching around him, the back bow of the dress half-unraveled across the pillow. Pulled out slow, cum trickling warm down my thigh onto the sheer nude lace-tops. He zipped his fly, grabbed the room key, and tossed me a towel. “Shower before checkout,” he said, kissing my forehead, the faint scent of his aftershave mixing with hotel bleach.
