He drove me to a hotel and walked me to a room. I felt self-conscious, but also proud, knowing that I looked slutty enough to easily be taken for a whore by any guests who happened to see us walking by. When the door we came to opened, there was a man who looked about fifty standing there, smiling at me. He welcomed us in and gave me a coin. Evidently I was a whore tonight - a very cheap one. Master does enjoy humiliating me by offering my body for a "donation".
I was given a glass of wine and allowed to sit and drink for a few minutes. Then the formalities were over. It was time for me to stand and undress.
There was immediately something about it. The way he walked behind me, standing there naked, him clothed, and approached me from behind. A much older man, a stranger, looking me over, then reaching out to hold my tits and press himself against my back, running his hands lustily over my body. Something triggered a memory for me...
Flash back to some years ago. I was a teenager, over the legal age, but still very inexperienced considering the slut I would one day become. I let a man take me out - he looked over thirty, and since we'd met in a bar, he had assumed I was eighteen. I didn't tell him he was wrong. I agreed to go to a hotel room with him, and there, he stood behind me while he removed my clothes. Naked, nervous, and vulnerable, I stood still while he examined my young figure. He reached out from behind me and cupped my tits in his hands, then ran them up and down my body. My random fumblings with male friends had not included foreplay, so this was a new sensation for me. No one had ever seen and touched my naked body in this way before - especially not someone who was fully clothed, possibly twice my age, and standing where I could not see him. I could hear his breathing change in pace and tone. This was not the urgent grunting of the pubescent boys I had played around with before - this was a new sound, the lust of a grown man. I felt afraid when I heard that sound. Some part of me wanted to run. But I had agreed to come to the hotel with him, allowed him to strip me naked, and now it seemed he was entitled to have his way. So I stayed and he fucked me, his large cock making me bleed. I was not a virgin, but he was far larger than the boys I'd had in my limited sexual life so far. So it hurt. It felt as though my innocence was sacrificed.
So, years later, standing naked in a hotel room and offered to a strange man, obliged to obediently let him do as he wished, his touch from behind bought me back to that place in time, when I was really just a girl. I am thirty years old now, but somehow even as I acted the good slut, I felt young, and small. In an eerie coincidence the hotel room stranger remarked as he fucked me "You have a tight hole for someone who's had so much cock." I smiled and gripped my muscles tighter. Oh, to feel young again....
