It was late at night when I got the call from him. I knew the drive was going to be a long one, at least 4 hours. He is definitely worthy of a good fuck. I dressed in his favorite outfit with my knee high latex boots. Grabbing my purse, I hopped in the car. I knew I had to put the pedal to the metal. I was cruising down the highway at a solid speed. After a few hours of driving, I heard some fucked up noise, it sounded like something was wrong with my tires. I veered off at the next exit stopping at some dingy motel. Hoping some helpless idiot could help me change a flat tire.
I walked into the motel that had a no vacancy sign in the window. The clerk looked me up and down while I explained to him that I needed a tire change. With a smirk on his face he told me there was nothing I could do until the morning until the auto shop opens. I knew there wasn’t any rooms available but this guy needed to make some kind of exception.
I leaned over the counter giving him a glimpse of my cleavage, his eyes widened with a smile plastered on his face. I asked him one more time if he had any open rooms for me. I reassured him that I would pay him back in a way that he would never forget.
Nervously he said he has a private room for himself that I can get some rest in until the auto shop opens. He showed me to the room. A few minutes later, he returned back with some linens. I slowly started to take my top off, caressing my huge tits for him. I was ready to fuck.
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