The flight was long, but restful. She arrived at BWI international airport late in the evening. The flight in just missed a torrential thunderstorm leaving the tarmac with dozens of puddles to welcome her to her gate. As she departed and made her way downstairs to retrieve her luggage, she sent him a text.

"Arrived safely, thank you for the first class flight Baby. Getting luggage now."

She stood along the carousel with everyone else from her flight. As the luggage began to pour out of the chute, her phone vibrated in her hand.

"Wonderful to hear. You're worth it. There should be a car waiting for you outside of your baggage claim. Take it to the Hilton. The room is the Presidential Suite overlooking the stadium. There's a key waiting for you at the front desk. Further instructions await in the room."

Her luggage appeared to be one of the last parcels to be deposited on the carousel. The waiting was intense. Her mind was racing with thoughts of how crazy all of this is. To hop on a plane, to fly to the States, and to meet up with this married man whom she met through reddit for a long weekend. She wondered how the weekend was going to go. Were the two of them going to spend time out on the town? She had never been to this state before. She had lots of time to look up all of the wonderful things that could be done during her flight over. Were the two of them just going to fuck like rabbits all weekend and live off of room service? When the two of them do fuck, is he going to be gentle? Is he going to be kinky?

The two of them had shared many fantasies and dirty talk in the weeks prior. There are so many incredibly sexy things they could pluck out of conversation to do to fill up a whole week, muchless a three day weekend.

She felt her pussy begin to saturate her panties as she recalled his biggest kink. The breeding kink. The dirty talk between the two of them always became hot like fire when the idea of filling her fertile womb with his seed came up. She reveled in the idea of his load dripping out of her well-bred pussy this weekend. The anticipation was almost too much. Her luggage finally slid down the ramp onto the carousel. Anxious to start her holiday, she walked to her bag instead of waiting for it. No time will be wasted if she can help it.

Outside a bustle of cars, buses, and taxis were in a frenzy picking up passengers. She stopped outside the automatic door and checked her phone again.

"...There should be a car waiting for you outside of your baggage claim..."

She looked around until she spotted a black SUV and a gentleman holding a sign that said in all caps "u/WAYYTOOBOOBIE". She giggled to herself. That's one way to advertise she thought to herself. She waved to the driver and he politely took her bag and placed it into the rear of the vehicle. He then opened the rear passenger door and offered his hand for hers to assist her into the SUV.

As he did so, she noticed he stole a quick glance up and down. She imagined he took the time while waiting for her flight to arrive to look up her profile on reddit. Settling into the rear seat, her pussy tingled.

Next to her on the back seat was a small parcel wrapped in black satin tied with a red satin bow. The gift was sprayed with cologne. It smelled masculine and formal. She took a minute with her eyes closed and breathed in deep. Imagining this smell absorbing her senses while she was receiving one of many hot loads this weekend. She was disturbed briefly by the driver.

“Ma’am, my employer has your destination as the Hilton in the Inner Harbor. If this is not your agreed upon destination, please let me know, I can take you to a nearby police station for safety until things get straightened out. Your safety is paramount.” He advised. “No thank you, that is my destination.” She meekly thanked him. “As you wish.” Was his reply before driving away from the pick up lanes.

Her attention back on the gift, she slowly unwrapped it finding a tiny silver box, with two and a handwritten note on parchment inside. The parchment was rolled and tied with a smaller ribbon and wax stamp reminiscent of Harry Potter. The note read “Perhaps later.”

The first of the two items was a black blindfold trimmed with white lace. The blindfold was padded like a sleeping mask but had satin ties instead of elastic. The second item was a mirror polished steel anal plug, crowned with what appeared to be a faceted emerald. She hadn’t talked to him about anal play yet, but the thought of him taking the initiative kept her moist.

The trip from the airport to the hotel was brief. The road seemingly rising straight into the sky before sweeping down next to two massive sports stadiums bathed in purple and orange lights. The vehicle slowed to a stop in front of the Hilton. The driver first retrieving her luggage, and then opening her door for her. She quietly thanked him again and stepped out onto the cobblestone.

The humid air hit her in a gust. Ruffling her brunette hair. The smells of the city clashing with the cologne she had been enjoying in the SUV. Still, here she was. On her own, in Baltimore City, on a whim, to meet a redditor.

She felt her nipples stiffen. Her top barely containing her massive breasts. Heaving especially heavy with anticipation and anxiety. “it’s now or never.” She told herself. Rolling her luggage into the front lobby, she was immediately greeted by the receptionist at the front desk.

“Welcome to Hilton in Baltimore, may I help you miss?”

Glancing around at the lobby, you wouldn’t think the same city outside was just through the double doors behind her. The lobby was posh, with white quarts tile that echoed under the heels of a guest walking by. There was a lounge with a gas firepit and several other guests enjoying cocktails.

“Yes, please.” She began. “I have a room key waiting for me. It was left by Scott Smith.”

The receptionist typed on her workstation. “Okay Miss, I see you are staying in our Presidential Parlor Parkview for the weekend. Here is your key, and the elevators are located to your right. Is there anything else I can offer to help you with?” “No, thank you.” And off she went.

The elevator ride to the top floor seemed to take longer than her luggage did to appear at the airport. Looking around the mirrored interior of the elevator, she admired how sexy she looked. She hadn’t really planned her outfit since she wasn’t instructed to wear anything specific. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress and slips. She wanted to be comfortable for travel. She admired the way this particular dress not only accentuated her monumental cleavage, but also how it hugged her hips, made her ass look positively ravishing, and her legs were the perfect punctuation in an otherwise glorious statement on the female form. Aphrodite herself would be jealous of her body. Her hair was loose, fluffed lightly by the wind outside, and a little frizzy. No doubt another storm is not far off. The dark red lipstick she chose was the color of a withering rose. Her smoky eyes perfectly framed her beautiful face. She looked good and she felt it.

The elevator doors opened revealing a small foyer enveloping a closed door. She stood at the door, key card in hand. All of the emotion of the risk and spontaneity coming to a head. What lies beyond this door? Her panties were soaked with anticipation. Hand trembling, she swiped the card. The light turned green and she heard the lock disable. Deep breath, and she opened the door.

Stepping in, she found all of the lavish amenities in a high end flat. There was a full kitchen, a sitting room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking a baseball pitch. It was lit by the stadium lights, however, empty.

On the dining area table was another parchment. It read, “My Good Gilr will put on her thigh highs, heels, and the blindfold. The restraints are already secured to the bed. Text me when you’re ready, and restrain your ankles and wrist. I will secure the other upon my arrival.”

Her heart raced. She placed her bag on the couch, and pulled the blindfold from it. She dug a pair of stiletto heels from the bottom. Along with a pair of smoky black thigh high stockings with a pronounced seem running from heel to top. The elastic at the top just two black stripes that grip her plump thighs.

She stepped into the bathroom and brushed her teeth again. Checking to see if her perfume needed reapplication. She spritzed her wrists again and rubbed her neck with them. And with a devilish smirk, she spritzer them again and rubbed her inner thighs, just above the elastic of the stockings. One last glance in the mirror and she practically floated to the bedroom onto the bed.

The King sized bed was cantilever from the wall. A padded headboard sat atop. The comforter and pillows were neatly stacked on the desk in the corner. The bed had four straps leading from the corners to the center of the bed. Next to the bed on the nightstand was a bottle of massage oil, a bottle of lube, three bottles of water, and a bath towel.

Crawling onto the bed, she realized the sheets weren’t standard cotton sheets. More satin. White satin sheets likening the soft mattress to a heavenly cloud. She placed her ankles in the restraints. Typed “Ready” into her cellphone and hit send. Tied her blindfold and secured her right hand. She laid back. Her heaving breast sliding into her armpits. Her nipples like tiny diamonds standing out on her massive pillows. Her heart beating out of her chest. Her mouth was dry. Her pussy was drooling with anticipation. She strained to listen for anything.

Several moments passed in the absence of sound. Her breath becoming faster. She wanted to be taken by this man. She wanted to be devoured by this man. And she wanted to give everything she could to this man. Her mind pausing at the thought of everything. Her pussy was hungry. Her pussy needed this man’s seed. To be bred by him. She imagined how the warmth spreading around his cock is going to make her feel as he fills her up. Will it send waves of pleasure through her body, or will she be wrought with worry about pregnancy?

The latch on the door disengaged.

The sound of the door closing and footsteps. Footsteps drawing nearer. If her heat beat any harder it would jump out of her chest. She felt a presence in the room. There was shuffling like clothing being removed. She felt a warm hand touch her left wrist. It picked up her hand and held it for a moment as if inspecting it. Her french manicured fingers tracing the palm of his hand, and his fingers tracing hers.

His hand was rough. The hands of a man that spends his days making things or physically manhandling things. And yet, he so delicately placed her wrist in the restraint and tightened it.

“You will have a safe word. At any point in time, you feel uncomfortable, or have a change of heart, you say this word and I will stop everything and do what is necessary to make you comfortable. You get to pick the word. Until you say that word, however, you are mine. You are my muse. You will obey. Do you understand?”

His words deep and gruff. They bellowed in the room. The base in his voice vibrating her pussy at each inflection.

She attempted to speak but her mouth was dry and her voice didn’t come out at first. “Yes, Baby.”

“That’s my Good Girl.” He said. Running a finger up her left leg from knee to her inner thigh. “Tell me your safe word.” He requested. Previously the two of them shared a laugh over a viral video of a man being arrested. She recalled that for her inspiration.

“Pineapple juice.” He grinned to himself getting the reference immediately. “As you wish. I will begin by lighting some candles around the room. I want you to tell me where I am going to start with you.”

“My pussy. My pussy wants you to breed me so badly.” She didn’t even hesitate. “All in due time.” He teased. She felt something soft between her thighs. It began to hum and vibrate. The vibrator traced along one thigh up to her pussy, then disappeared to traced up the other leg. The vibrating toy traced around her pussy swelling with anticipation. It lightly glided along the outside of her pussy. Up and down the outer part of her slit. The suspense was maddening. She wanted the vibrator to touch her inner lips. Or her clitoris. Or to penetrate her wet opening. Anything. She wanted what came next and it couldn’t come soon enough.

The vibrator then moved up to the top of her slit to find her swollen clit aching for attention. The vibration sent shockwaves through her body. From the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair. It pulsed. Her heartbeat and breathing both synchronizing with the small toy. Her head strained to look over her large breast to see him pleasuring her, but the blindfold was on properly. Denying her of that view. This however increased her other senses. She could smell the Jasmine candles he lit. She could also smell that cologne. She could almost taste the cologne out of the air she was so hungry to have it nearer to her.

The first of many orgasms for the weekend came through like a China cabinet full of plates toppling over. The momentum built briefly, but the weight of the orgasm lingered briefly, teetering on falling or not, then crashing forcefully onto the ground in a beautiful mess. Her whole body shaking from the orgasm. “Baaabbyyy!” She squealed as she came. Her knees struggling hard against the tight restraints to come together but held her open for what came next.

A hand now replaced the vibrator. It rubbed her juicy slit slowly, dipping one finger partially between her lips as it did. There was weight on the bed between her feet now. She felt hot breath moving up her left leg until it got to her precious opening. Gentle kisses landed all around. A light flick of the tongue would grace the lips ever so quickly.

He pushed his face into her pussy anf shoved his tongue inside. He savored her taste. He made love to her pussy with his tongue, eliciting sweet moans and gasps from her. Her hips ground on his face. Her hands fought her restraints. Her legs throwing fits they couldn’t wrap properly around his head. He played her pussy with his mouth like the instrument a professional musician had been playing for 50 years. She had one orgasm, and then another. They hit hard, back to back. Her breath was lost, she was gasping for air thinking to herself “wow he really knows what he’s doing.” And then he sucked her engorged clit between his lips.

She nearly blacked out. He slurked at her clitoris like he was sucking a pearl from an oyster. One of his fingers push inside her. It probed her G spot his other hand pressing down on her pubic mound. He was sucking on her clit, and pushing the hidden part of her love muscle down into his finger rubbing her G spot. Her body could only take so much of it. Her body arched off the mattress. She was shaking violently. She felt as if her pussy was trying to run away from her.

But he just pulled her in tighter and increased the tempo and pressure. She was thrashing uncontrollably now. Her breast heaving around like they were trying to escape as well. Her cries and moans echoing in the room. She was seeing stars against the blackness of her blindfold. Never had she been stimulated like this and her body will not soon forget this. She felt him easy up and lower her to the bed. The satin feeling so soft on her ass. She could feel the sweat rolling off of her. She could feel the cool air of the room giving her goosebumps. Her fingertips, toes, and lips were all throbbing with her heartbeat. He reached up from around her hips to massage her breasts. It was his first time touching them.

“Mmm. That’s my Good Girl.” He growled into her pussy through lightening kisses. As his weight shifted off the foot of the bed, it returned on her left side. A mouth began to lick and suck on her left breast. “You have fantastic tits.” He said. His kisses moving up her breast, to her chest and then neck. He sucked on her neck a few times before kissing her hard. Lips smashed together, tongues tangling. Her lipstick smeared onto both of their lips.

“And apparently a phenomenal kisser too.” Said a female voice.