Before you ever meet me, or ever even see me, we make the arrangements. When you knock on the hotel room door, I check through the spyhole to make sure you have the blindfold on tightly, just as we arranged. I lead you to the bed, being careful never to speak. You seem a little nervous at first, but definitely excited- I can see how hard your nipples are even through your bra and wrap dress.

I seat you on the bed, and you don’t know what to do. But when I hand you the big cock-shaped vibrator and step back, you do. As you start to unfasten your dress, your hand is shaking. I can tell you don’t know where I am, because as you tentatively ease back on the bed and stroke the vibrator, still not switched on, over your panties, your head moves around, trying to hear me. But you can’t tell where I am. I can see you let go, and you tear the elastic on your panties getting them off, you’re so angry and horny. You don’t bother to tease yourself, but plunge the head of the vibe in between swollen lips and flick the switch. As pleasure builds, you wonder if I’m even in the room at all.

That doubt is obliterated as you feel my hard cock slap onto your cheek. “Thank God!” you moan, but the second word is muffled as you engulf my cock in your mouth. You’ve never been so grateful, and comforted, to have a mouth full of cock before.

It doesn’t last long, though, as I push your head away after five very short, very long minutes. I push you in the right direction and you automatically take a position on all fours and grind your ass up against me, pushing my cock straight up and back against my belly. I don’t even know how I get inside you, it’s so fast. And you’re fucking now with an angry fury- possibly angrier because I’m using your hair as a handle to slam you back into me every half-second.

And you get so close to coming. So close. And then I pull back and recenter so I’m fucking your ass just as hard- and your pussy was so wet that we need no lube- it’s just another, tighter pussy, and somehow it makes you come anyway, when you feel my cock suddenly swell and then release into you- deep into you. It’s one of those orgasms that feels like a fist tightened convulsively around my balls and wrung out every last bit of everything into your depths.

And you’re so relaxed and happy and you still have your blindfold on and you ask to take it off. I say, “come over here first,” and you follow me, and I playfully push you ahead a couple of steps. You laugh. And then you hear the door close. “What the fuck?” You rip the blindfold off to see where you are. Outside, in the hall, with your clothes at your feet. And you hear the elevator door open.

The real hell of it is days later. Every guy you see of average height, average build- it could be me. The guy who looks away in the grocery store. The guy at the ballgame who smiles at you. Hell, even the priest across the street. And they start to make you wet, these guys. And sometimes you have to slip off to a restroom and make yourself come. And it just keeps getting more intense. And one of those guys is me. But you’ll never know who.”