This is the third time, in less than 24 hours, that he’s sneaked into my room. I was busy earlier this morning when he texted me, but I ran into him at the hotel gym this afternoon. Apparently, his wife took their two teens to some mall (yes, malls are back with teens, who knew?), and he had some alone time at the gym.

He came over to my treadmill when he noticed I had been there. He told me he had about half an hour free still. OK, he was persistent, I’ll give him that. So I stopped short at 43 minutes and headed back to my room with him.

We had no time to shower beforehand, so I could smell his post-workout sweat. It wasn’t toxic, but it was no bed of roses either. Regardless, the sweaty musk could be forgiven, and could be erotic even. But the anal. The anal. This middle-aged daddy (DILF?) had no idea how to anal. Just like last time, he didn’t prepare me or relax me. He just rammed it in.

Clearly, his entire experience with anal is through porn. How do I know? Well, he made me kneel on the bed, bend over face down, ass high up in the air. He climbed on top of me to fuck me like I was some bouncy exercise ball - it’s a good thing he has strong knees and a steady squat (?). He even stepped on my face with his sweaty foot while squatting up and down on my ass. Is this the new norm - stomping on a hotel stranger you barely know?

It was less funny when my face was smooshed under his sweaty foot. But looking back now, an hour later, I confess it was kinda funny. Hot even. Especially since I’m still leaking a little bit of daddy from my bouncy butt.