Leila stepped tentatively into the room, her expectations vague and uncertain. She only knew he was a middle-aged man named X while she was a young woman in her early twenties named L. That was how they identified themselves on the site - first letter of first names only.
"Oh," she gasped as he pinned her to the door unexpectedly. She had been nervous and a little shy and thought he would be the same, but obviously, he wasn't.
The room was dark, so she couldn't really see much of him, but she could feel him alright. His hands, strong and warm, were roving all over her soft body, heating every inch of her skin he touched.
"Hmm," she moaned, much relaxed now, and surrendered herself to his kiss. It was strong and possessive, his tongue invading her mouth as if he owned it; sucking on her tongue, nibbling on her lips and tugging them with his teeth ever so lightly, all so fast and swift. His hands were still not idle though. He had rucked up her long gown and was now kneading her ass with his strong hands.
She moaned into his mouth as he massaged both her butt cheeks with lust-filled passion. She'd never met a man who could grab so much of her ample ass. It felt good being caressed and massaged like that and she wished he wouldn't stop. She was what her ex boyfriends and some of her friends referred to as a voluptuous BBW. She was big, soft and with ample curves in all the right places.
Mr. X grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down swiftly. He now had unrestricted access to her naked ass and he didn't waste any time in grabbing them again and pulling her tight against himself.
She could feel his bulge pressed against her lower belly. Quite a big dick by the feel of it. She was eager to really hold it in her hands and properly size it up, but Mr. X was still not done exploring her body. His mouth was on her neck now, sucking, licking and biting softly from below her ear down to her shoulder and then running his tongue slowly back up to her ear, making her shiver in pleasure. He took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it, tugging it lightly with his teeth.
When he was done with her left side, he moved to the right side to repeat the whole process all over again, alternating between kissing, licking and biting his way down her neck, making her shiver with each touch of his wet tongue. Her mouth fell open and her eyes were half closed as the goosebumps spread all over her chest and shoulders.
At the same time, his hands were caressing her waist so softly that she couldn't help but feel a tremor run through her again and again. He caressed his way up to her ribs and then to her back, making her feel warm all over. One of his hands lingered on her lower back, caressing her waist and squeezing her ass from time to time while the other hand was at her upper back, holding her tight against his body as he ravaged her with his mouth.
Eventually, he had to let go of her, just long enough to allow her pull her gown over her head and roll down her panties and throw them aside. But he was busy too, taking off his clothes in record time and kicking off his shoes as if they were on fire. In a matter of seconds, they were both stark naked.
This time, there was no need for much play. He grabbed her immediately and jammed his crotch against hers, making her gasp in surprise. It was really a big thing he was packing there!
With one hand cupping her ass, his other hand went straight to her pussy.
"Oh yes," she moaned, spreading her legs slightly to allow him better and easier access to her throbbing sex.
He grabbed the whole of her vulva with his hand and massaged it firmly with his palm. She moaned in ecstasy as she felt her most private part being so expertly handled by this man whose face she still had not seen clearly. On the site where they'd met, pictures were not allowed. Their meeting was supposed to be a totally blind date. Between the two of them, they'd decided to meet in this hotel which was owned by her uncle who would visit her family for the first time few days later. She felt a thrill at the thought of having sex in her uncle's establishment - a sort of rebellious thrill that almost felt like having sex on her parents' bed whenever they were away which she did a lot with the neighbor kid when they were 15. But now, she was a 23-year old woman with wide fleshy hips, a big ass and big tits, all 200 lbs of her standing in the room with Mr. X whose mouth she was now sucking on so passionately just as he was massaging her pussy. One of her hands was behind his head, pressing him to her as if she could never have enough of his sweet lips. Her other hand was stroking his erect, throbbing dick, just as fast as three of his fingers were thrusting deep into her wet pussy, making her see stars. Once in a while, he would pull out his fingers and lick them, sucking off her juices and coating them with his saliva before pushing them back into her hungry hole again.
She moaned and grunted as he went on finger-fucking her with all his strength, pistoning those three fat digits in and out as if they were three dicks put together. Hell, she'd love to be fucked by three dicks, if only it were possible. The harder he thrust into her pussy, the wetter she became untill the squishy sounds became as loud as her moans. But he was beginning to do something new! He was slowly curving his fingers upward and scratching the top wall of her pussy with each entry and exit. Oh yes! He had found her G-spot now and his scratching thrusts increased like crazy. She quickly bent her knees, almost squatting and opened her legs wide to give him all the space he needed.
"Don't stop... don't stop, baby!", she begged, humping her pussy against his fucking fingers which were still mercilessly scrubbing her pleasure patch. Her thick thighs were vibrating heavily and she was panting and sweating, but still humping his fingers non-stop. In her opinion, he could never go deep or fast enough! Even if he could finger-fuck his way past her cervix, she wouldn't be satisfied. She let go of his dick and plopped her big ass down on the floor. Christ, she was so close! Holding her thighs apart, she spread her legs as wide as it could be spread and begged him to push those fingers faster and deeper! Mr. X was sweating and working hard at it and he had to kneel down in front of her wide open legs, plugging those fingers in like it was his day job. His arm was hurting, but he didn't dare stop. He added one more finger, making it four fingers and she grunted deeply in pleasure, lifting herself onto her hands to enable her fuck back at him even faster. "Scratch my G-spot again, baby. Scratch it, scratch it!"
He obeyed immediately. One massive shudder flowed through her thighs and she grabbed his hand and jabbed it hard into her pussy.
"Aaaarggh yes!", she screamed and jerked forward and squirted her juices all over his hand, her body shuddering helplessly.
She sat there limp and panting, sweat streaming down her body as she came off her climax.
"Whew!", she exhaled and fell on her back on the floor. Her grip on his hand had relaxed and through all the wetness, she could feel him slowly extract his fingers from her soaked pussy. She was so tired and spent, but as she lay there still panting and trying to catch her breath, that action of him pulling his fingers out of her pussy couldn't fail to arouse her. Her pussy twitched at the thought of having another round of action, but she dismissed the thought immediately. Certainly, Mr. X was dog tired. But man, was she wrong! Before she could say Jack, she felt a shadow looming over her and next thing she knew, a pair of hands were on her breasts, holding them tight while a monster prick was being drilled slowly into her vagina.
"Oh fuck," she moaned as she felt her pussy getting into the groove immediately. His thick dick filled her completely. So thick that it took him almost a full minute to bury himself balls deep into her. When he was satisfied with how deep he was, he wiggled his dick and rotated his hips, giving her an extra sensation of sweetness. She groaned and held onto his arms as he kept flexing his dick inside her and rolling his waist so slowly. Fuck! It was like twisting a dildo - a warm, thick flesh and blood dildo deep inside her love canal. She pulled up her knees and reached down to grab his ass, encouraging him to keep rolling it, scratching his dick along her pussy walls and giving her that sweet torture that made her eyes roll back in her head. He was enjoying it too since he was groaning softly in her ear. She felt his ass cheeks clench from time to time and she imagined he was holding back his orgasm.
Suddenly, he gave a hard thrust into her, shaking her entire frame. His hand tightened around her neck and his other hand grabbed her waist and he began smashing his dick into her.
"Unggh! Unggh! Unggh!" He pounded into her with short but hard strokes as if he was mining her pussy for his cum.
She felt the tip of his dick digging deeper than any other man had ever reached and his cockhead was expanding inside her. She knew he was close and she was eager to trigger his climax so they could cum together, but she couldn't move any part of her body. He had her totally pinned down and she just lay there, her mouth open, her arms and legs spread wide and having her pussy rapidly nailed by his big dick. The nailing kept getting faster and faster until he moved from nailing to slamming into her pussy like it was his property. His animalistic grunts filled the room, completely drowning her moans.
She threw her head back as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Oh fuck you!", she screamed and her hips began to jerk rapidly in time with his thrusts. With one last jerk, her second orgasm hit her like a wrecking ball. It triggered his own release too and he collapsed on top of her, his dick firing shot after shot of warm cum into her.

It felt like eternity before they both stopped cumming. The contractions of her pussy as she went through multiple orgasms only drained his cock of every drop of cum he had to offer. So there they lay, breathing hard like marathon runners, tired but sated.
"You're so wonderful," he murmured into her ear.
This was the first time she'd heard him speak, but she was so tired that her brain could hardly remember that fact. She simply hummed her appreciation of his compliment.
"I'd like you to come live here with me," he added, and despite her tiredness, Leila burst into laughter.
"Seriously?", she gasped between laughs. "You're such a funny guy. You've forgotten that I'm not your wife and this place is not a house either."
"Oh that's nothing," he shrugged. "I don't pay a cent to live here. It's my hotel."
Leila froze instantly. Only one man owned this hotel. Her uncle! The same uncle that had promised to visit them in a few days for the first time ever!