I open the door for her, stepping aside to let her pass. Neither of us break until the click of the door latch, that's become our way. Then we fall into each other's arms and kiss and caress and eventually get down to the filthy stuff.

Not today. Today is International Women's Day, by coincidence, so I want to recognise that in the way I steer things. Feminism is equality; freedom to be who you want regardless of gender norms or traditions. I know she wants to be a fucking whore, so that's what I'm going to give her.

As the door slowly creaks closed on its spring and then clicks she turns expectantly towards me, so close in the narrow hotel room doorway, ready for the soft and purposeful kiss we've exchanged before. Not this time.

My hand finds the centre of her chest and pushes her back against the wall, and she fumbles her bag, sending it slipping towards the floor. Distracted, she begins to bend to pick it up, and my other hand on her shoulder pushes her down, then pins her head back to the wall using a tight fist in her hair.

Pulling out my cock, I'm almost surprised by how hard it already is, and put it straight to work shoving it against her lips. She resists briefly, but then opens her mouth and looks up at me with tear filled eyes as she tries hard not to gag.

I push deep, half the length of my thick cock before pulling out, making sure to keep her head pinned against the wall. Strings of her spit already hang from the shaft, and I grin as I wipe them across her face before lining up again and pushing straight back in.

Slowly I start to fuck her mouth, working my way deeper with each thrust. She works her tongue side to side, flicking it over my frenulum the way she knows will blow my mind, but I do my best to ignore the intense sensation.

Finally I get my cock balls-deep in her mouth, and I pause to look down at her wide eyes. I slap her cheek, "Good girl", and she moans around my cock. A few more seconds to enjoy the feeling of her throat, then I pull back and out completely, followed by a cascade of saliva down her chin.

Keeping a handful of hair with one hand, I grab her nipple hard with the other and pull her further into the hotel room. She stumbles over her dropped bag and falls onto the bed, and immediately I'm on top of her.

One hand pins her head down, while the other grips the hem of her skirt and lifts, wriggling her thighs free as she squirms under my weight. Then a moment to admire her exquisite sage green lace knickers, before pulling them hard down around her knees.

Her asshole is tight but trained perfectly to fit my cock, and with a little of the lube I left out on the bed I push in all the way, and she groans.

I grin in response, and lean down close to her ear, "Happy International Women's Day, you fucking whore…"

She squirms, but my weight is on her and my hard cock is buried deep. I grip her hair with both hands and start to pump into her, enjoying the softness of her arse cheeks under me and the tight circle of her fuckhole.

All too quickly I'm getting close, and I increase my pace. She knows the signs, and pushes back onto me.

"Greedy buttslut!" I manage breathlessly, and she moans and squeezes me tighter.

I slide one hand around to grip her under the chin, pulling her head back as I feel the orgasm building, then the joyful moment where I know nothing could stop me before my cum starts to erupt, hot and tingling up the inside of my shaft, and I lose track of the world beyond our bodies pressed together.

I collapse, sweating on top of her, and she turns her face to meet mine.

Finally, we kiss, tongues swirling and wrestling, before she pushes me off and crawls onto my chest.

"Hello darling," she whispers into my mouth.