Did I pick the wrong time to visit my favorite cousin or what??? Flights are canceled! I am stuck here, in the damn freezing cold! It is colder than a Trophy Wife who got nothing in the divorce. Bloody hell! I was so tired when I got to the airport. I had to be dropped off early due to the weather that was on it’s way. I thought for sure since my flight was early that I would make it, but that is a huge ole nope!
Now I am sitting in this hotel just waiting. When I first got here I figured I would just sleep. I got all undressed then I heard a knock at my door, I got up to answer it, but there was nobody there. I stepped out into the hall to check up and down the hallway and the fucking door shut! Did I have my card to get back in? No. I just rested my forehead against the door then sighed. I really wanted to cry. I couldn’t go down to the lobby like this. I guess I could of, but the desk was right by the doors and I didn’t want to get frost bite on my nipples.
I decided that I would just sit next to the elevators and when someone got off on my floor I would ask if I could use their cell phone to contact the front desk. I was sitting there, shivering for at least twenty-five minutes when the doors opened up. I was so happy to see someone that I stood up and had a huge smile on my face. It was this older guy and he said, “Wow, the amenities at this place are way above standard!” If it wasn’t for the fact that I was cold I would of laughed.
He asked me if I needed help I told him yes! He told me to follow him. He held open the door for me then called down to the front desk. I got on the phone and they insisted that I go down to prove that I was who I said I was. He took the phone away from me and spoke them for me. He was a lot more stern with them then what I had been. He hung up and told me that they would be up soon. He patted me on the leg and told me stay put.
He opened his door and when he heard the person come by with my key card he stopped them and brought them in the room. I was just sitting there, almost asleep and still cold. They handed me the key card then left. I thanked him for his kindness and he asked me if I wouldn’t mind staying in his room for a while. I just wanted to go to sleep, he told me to just lay down on the extra bed. I didn’t want to argue, he seemed like a nice guy, so I did just that.
I slept for a few hours then he woke me up. He had ordered food for us, along with a few cups of Hot Chocolate. He asked if he could feed me, I told him that he could if he wanted. He sat down on the side of my bed and shoveled food into my mouth. I hadn’t realized just how hungry that I was. He ordered a ton of food, and he just kept on bringing fork full after fork full to my mouth. I could tell his cock was getting hard under his slacks. He was telling me that he used to do this for his wife, but she lost a lot of weight and wouldn’t allow him to feed her anymore. Hell, I didn’t mind him feeding me, to me it was like I was being pampered.
He not only fed me that, but after another hour he ordered more food. I didn’t think I could eat it, but once again, there he was, stuffing my face as his cock grew big again. I told him; with my mouth full; that I could take care of his cock for him if he wanted. He wanted! I still had some eggs in my mouth when he shoved his dick in. I sucked him off until he came, then he sat back down and started to feed me again. I told him that I had to take a shower and work a little bit, but later I am going back down to his room when I am done. He said he was going to get a huge dinner for us to share. I wonder if his cock will be on the menu again too.
Sexy BBW Glenda is my handle on all sorts of hook up sites. Tinder, Bumble…you get the picture. I think I am a sex addict because the more I fuck, the more I want to fuck. It is a never ending cycle. My girlfriends joke that I should have a revolving door as my front door because there are so many men coming and going from my place. I have so many guys coming and going that I guess a neighbor thought I was hooking out of my house. Few hookers enjoy sex. They are just going through the motion to make easy money. When the cop showed up to follow up on a tip, I told him I was a slut not a whore. He didn’t understand the distinction. I had to explain that a whore takes money for sex, but a slut just enjoys the sex. I had him search my place to see that I have no large sums of money hidden. I even showed him my banking statements and my past due notices on bills. I have thought about taking money to fuck but I never want sex to feel like a job. I was making sense to the hot cop. I felt the need to prove that I was just a slut, so I seduced him. He had a boner in his pants anyway just listening to me talk about how much I love to fuck. I did have a creampie, but some men don’t care about that. I told officer hottie that I was just super turned on by men in uniform. He had a huge billy stick too. He left his uniform on and fucked me doggy style. I begged to be cuffed, but he just restrained my hands behind my back instead. I think the cop was happy with the outcome of the house call. Maybe if I keep up with my revolving door of men, more cops will check me out. I am a sucker for a man in blue.
