It's not even Friday yet, and my bag is packed. The red lingerie to contrast my pale skin. Red lipstick. Some toys. Nipple clamps. A whip. Ropes. He's going to bring quite a bit of his own arsenal too. Four nights at the hotel. No other responsibilities. No outside texts or calls. No work. "Do Not Disturb" on the door.

He just gets to use me in any way he wants to for a weekend.

What a dream. I actually get to be a fucking piece of whore meat for his cock. My throat pussy will be trained well. My cunt will be stretched and broken. And my ass will have no rest.

The best part is I can just see him casually putting a movie on while making my mouth useful, making it his personal little cock sleeve. Or having me call for room service while pleasuring me and trying to make me whimper. Or putting on a pretty outfit on me and pretending I am room service there to clean the window just to get bent over and fucked against it stupid.

I hope he calls his friends over... I know he probably won't. But I want him to so badly. I just want to be as fucked up as possible with these three needy holes. Fucked up. Ruined. Devoured. Hurt. Mercilessly. Around the clock. So I pass out from exhaustion of being taken and wake up from continuous forceful thrusting into my pussy, delirious from pain and pleasure.

Is that too much to ask for...?

FUCK.