I'll say what needs to be said

A strange electronic sound woke me sometime in the middle of the night. In the dark, I wasn’t sure what I was hearing. By the time I was awake, the sound was gone. I raised my head and looked around the room. Even in the dim light, I could see well enough to know that no one was in sight. Then, I heard the sound again. Reflexively, I turned toward it and chuckled. It was the phone on the nightstand. I lifted the receiver, brought it to my ear, and muttered a groggy hello. I heard a masculine voice. 

“Hey, boi, I couldn’t find you on app.”

Still half asleep, I did not understand him. “What’s that? You can find me some lagniappe?” 

He laughed, “No, boi. Wake up. Sit up.” 

I sat up and blinked a couple of times. “Who is this?” 

“It’s me, boi. Unlock your door. I’ll come by soon.” With that, he hung up. 

I dragged myself from the bed and quickly freshened myself up in the bathroom. I set the door ajar and walked back toward the bed. I realized he had not told me what position or where he wanted me, so I climbed onto the bed on all fours with my ass toward the door. I lowered my head reverently to the mattress. 

My heart was racing. My mind replayed images and sensations from His earlier visits. I could not imagine what He had in store for this visit. A puzzle arose in my mind. How had he called my room? Then, I had to laugh. I must still be half asleep. Of course! He already knew my room number. He would just need to follow the instructions on the phone to call room to room within the hotel. If he was in the hotel across the street, then he could have called the hotel desk here and asked for my room. 

The room brightened and then dimmed. The door locked, and footsteps approached. “I’ll be quick, boi. I just need to nut, so I can get to bed.” 

I heard his pants drop onto the bed beside me, and then, I felt him climb onto the bed behind me. I felt his open shirt tails lightly brush my hips and a dollop of spit land on my ass. His cock head found it and pushed it into my waiting hole. 

I inhaled deeply and moaned. His cock felt amazing as he sank into me. My ass knew his cock owned it, so I was helplessly under his thrall. 

Balls deep, he sighed, “Ahhh.” As he held there for a minute, my ass began to gently squeeze and release. He chuckled quietly and growled, “Mmmm, atta boi.” His hips began to rock, very slightly at first. He built momentum quickly. Rock and thrust. Pull back and tilt. Rock and thrust. Pull back and tilt. Rock and thrust then lift. Drop, pull back, and tilt. Rock and thrust then lift…. 

I groaned and gasped. It did not take long until he had his rhythm. My ass began to milk his cock as he pulled back. He swatted my hip and sped up. Driving into me with more urgency, I knew he was getting close. I pushed my hips back to meet his thrusts. The waves of pleasure his thrusts sent through me crashed into my brain. I was drowning in the lust and need for his load. All that mattered was his pleasure, and he apparently felt the shift in me. 

“There’s my faggot,” he whispered. He pulled my hips back against him hard and pushed his hips firmly against me. I felt his load shooting through his cock and into me. Instinctively, I pressed back to take his cock as deep as possible. 

“My seed is taking root, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, Master.” I heard myself respond. 

“Good boi.” 

My hole squeezed instinctively, sensing that he was about to pull out. I heard him sigh as he pulled his cock through my clenched hole. I needed every drop of his load, and he knew it. He relished it. Once he removed his cock from my hole, he stepped off the bed and moved to stand beside me. 

“Clean my cock.” 

I lifted my head and took his shaft into my mouth to suck it clean. I could taste his cum on his cock, and the taste made my hole twitch. I took him deep into my throat repeatedly until I felt him begin to soften. I turned my attention to his balls and licked until he cupped my chin in his hand and lifted my head away. I raised my eyes to look toward his. Of course, in the dark, I could not see them. 

“Open,” he commanded. I opened my mouth and dropped my head back. I could see him drop his head forward and take a slow deep breath. I heard him exhale in a soft puff and felt a dollop of spit fall into my mouth. “Swallow.” 

I obeyed. My breath fluttered. He let go of my chin and began buttoning his shirt. 

“Tomorrow’s your last night here, right, boi?” 

“Yes Sir.” 

He moved around the bed to get his pants. I watched his form in the dark as he dressed. 

“Get some sleep, boi,” he said as he moved toward the door. “Be ready for me again by sunset tomorrow night. You have some work to do to earn your wedding ring.”