It was already quite late, around 1:30 a.m. I was free the next day, had already had a few drinks and spent hours chatting as Tgirl. I enjoyed chatting with people and sometimes answering their questions about me, sex chat, without them knowing me in real life. I never dated, I was in a steady relationship and lived with my boyfriend, who was away for a week for work at the time. Photo from PilarBigCockxxx.

I wasn’t in any particularly exciting or revealing lingerie, just my everyday clothes from work (I’m also just traveling during work). A pair of dark blue jeans that showed off my round buttocks well, zebra-striped sneakers, and a black shirt with a gold shimmering image on it. I wore a red thong underneath, was well-made up, and had a black long wig halfway down my back. My bra I had already removed.

By now, I was feeling pretty horny from the chatting, the alcohol, and especially the butt plug I’d been wearing all day. I decided to take it out. Even at this late hour, messages kept coming in from people. My description was somewhat exciting: “Shot…drunk traveler… back from work. Which man is in the mood?” I’m 30, Latina, and just in the Hotel in my city, in my everyday clothes. Who comes to smoke a cigarette on the gallery?

Yes, the location was mentioned, and I found it quite exciting. They didn’t know the room number anyway, and I wasn’t dating. I didn’t realize there was a boy on the chat who lived nearby. He’d read my profile and liked what he saw. My submissiveness appealed to him. I was in a drunken state and going to smoke on the balcony. He must have thought I was an easy target. So he went to the Campanile Hotel and parked his car on the street side, from where he had a good view of the room. This way, he could keep an eye on me and see exactly when I would start smoking on the balcony again.

I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He sent me a message via chat saying he was in the neighborhood and wanted to smoke with me. I didn’t respond. I was completely unaware that I was being watched as I stepped back into the gallery to smoke. Because of the bright light from the lamppost, I put on my sunglasses, which made it difficult to see in the dark. He saw me walking in the gallery and went over to the hotel, up to the second floor where I was smoking.

I thought to myself, “A hotel guest, probably staying in the same hotel as me.” As he walked by and greeted me, I realized he was indeed a hotel guest. I replied with a friendly “Hi” and turned around again. Every so often, I stumbled a few steps across the gallery, not realizing that he was watching me from the end and playing with his cock the whole time. I was feeling the effects of the alcohol and was too far from home. I always smoked two cigarettes in a row, and just halfway through the second one he walked back. I felt him stop behind me and turned around.

“Do you have a cigarette for me?” He asked, and I said, “Yeah, I’ll just grab it inside.” I backed up to the walls as I walked to my room. As I reached the doorway, he hissed. He slowly pressed me with my back against the frame so that I was standing with one foot in the room and the other foot out of the room. He came close to me and began to run his hands over my breasts, which are the most sensitive part of my body. I was so drunk that I couldn’t stop him or ask anything. I started sighing and moaning. He pulled down my shirt and bra strap and bared my breasts. He started licking and sucking on them right away, while his hands went over my buttocks. I moaned out, looking away from him toward the floor.

We were still standing in the doorway. Fortunately, it was late, and no one was walking across the gallery. He came up with his head, straightened my face with his hand, and started kissing and licking me wildly. He pinched my nipples, and I automatically reached for his cock. I rubbed it over his sweatpants and felt that it was very stiff. He was wearing sweatpants, so you could feel and see everything very well. He pulled his cock out, and I began to pull him off. It was a nice, normal-sized, stiff cock and freshly shaved.

He took a few steps to the side so we were standing inside and closed the front door. We were now in the opening between the first and second doors, which was about 1 by 1 meter. He turned me around, so I was facing the wall, got on his knees, and lowered my tight jeans down to my knees. He spread my buttocks and began to lick me while playing with his cock. I moaned out because it was so sensitive.

He slid a finger in and started fingering me. I moaned, gasped, and got more and more aroused. I couldn’t take it anymore, suddenly I whispered, “Fuck me…” It just came out in excitement. He came right behind me and rubbed his cock between my buttocks. He put his cock against my anus and pressed against it. I was so horny that I pulled my ass back and moaned. I grabbed the frame with my hands and gasped as he began to fuck me from behind. His hands slid over my breasts and he squeezed them as he thrust harder and deeper. I lost track of time and let him take control. I didn’t even notice that he didn’t use a condom.

He kept going and I heard him moaning until he was close to cumming. He pulled out his cock to squirt on my ass, but I turned around and sank through my knees. I opened my mouth and tongue out and he jerked off with his cock occasionally touching my tongue. He squirted his seed all over my tongue and face, down to the last drop while I stayed with my tongue out. He put his cock in my mouth and I slowly sucked him clean. He removed his cock from my mouth and put his pants back on. He opened the door and walked out, while I remained sitting on the floor, recovering from what had happened to me.