Landed late at the airport, autumn wind slicing cold through my wool coat. Dragged my roller suitcase across wet pavement, schoolgirl skirt hugging thighs, stockings peeking. Avoided leering guys eyeing my ass and calves. Petite Asian, innocent look – perfect fantasy bait.
Checked into transit hotel. Keycard beeped green. Elevator dinged, muffled corridor chatter and suitcase wheels rumbling. Room 412: sterile beige, queen bed, window overlooking runways. Planes roared distant, lights blinking anonymous.
The Stopover
Jet lag hit. Couldn’t sleep. Flipped open laptop on bedspread. Banal search for weather. Clicked wrong link. Hardcore site exploded: slim Asian girls swarmed by cocks. Long black shafts stretching tiny lips, massive whites pounding tight pussies. Girls gagged, moaned, cum-drenched.
Thighs clenched tight. Heat built. Imagined that girth splitting me. Panties soaked. Spread legs, hand dove in. Fingers circled clit, then plunged sloppy cunt. Watched avidly, hips bucking. Came hard, breath ragged.
Not enough. Earlier street walk, tall blacks loomed – fantasy fuel. Craved more. Minibar raid: cucumber from salad pack. Half-naked, impaled on counter. Green veiny monster slid easy into dripping slit. Fisted it brutal, juices slicking thighs. Orgasmed shaking, honey trailing down.
Still burning. Hotel directory: sex shop blocks away. Dressed hasty, orgasm fog lingering. Keycard pocket, out into chill night. Same street, neon glow beckoned.
Pushed door. Lingerie racks, DVD stacks, condom flavors, toy wall overwhelming. Fixed on XXL dildos: huge cocks for hungry pussies. Mine clenched, fresh wetness.
Breath hot behind. Big black to force me? Turned: tall blonde, green eyes piercing. Slim, perky tits under tee, tight jeans hugging hips. Katherina, name tag said.
The Transit
“Something in particular?”
Squeezed thighs. Nodded shy. She smiled. “No shame. I own a few.”
Pointed XXL. She grabbed one. “Huge. Tried this big?” Laugh. “Don’t answer.”
Leaned close. “You’re tiny, sexy.” Blush burned. Saw her nipples poke.
She fetched velvet box from back. Opened: 10-inch beast. Ocre skin, veiny, pink flared head, deep urethra slit. “Touch.”
Fingers traced veins, gripped shaft. Shiver hit. So real, throbbing almost. Pussy throbbed too.
“I’ll take it.” Wink. Paid quick, rushed out, box clutched.