We had a few drinks in the room which led to the conversation turning sexual. I told her that I found everything about her so fucking sexy and asked h...er if she was into dirty talk. Specifically, would she be okay if I used the word fat in a positive way to convey how hot I thought her body was. She said she was comfortable with her body and that sort of talk would be a turn on as long as it wasn't used to put her down. I assured her I am attracted to big girls 100 times more than those skinny. She could do it, she could."Very good, sugar tits," David said, reaching out and rolling one pretty pink nipple between his fingers, feeling her cringe away from his hands. "Go over to my shelves," he said, pointing toward the shelves by the sink, "and bring me back the small tin snips. You'll know them when you see them, honey," he said, patting her on the ass to get her moving. "Oh, and don't touch anything else over there or I'll be mad," he said, turning his back on the girl.Michelle went. I gave him the room number and he said he would be right up, my heart was pounding and my pussy was aching I had to satisfy this thirst.Then there was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat as I quickly checked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a black and white spaghetti strap dress, cut just right to show off my perky little tits (with a little help from a strapless Wonderbra), the skirt fell just perfectly mid-thigh and of course my high heeled hooker boots as I call them. I. He leaned forward and kissed me roughly, his stubble grazing my face uncomfortably but in my mind sexily. We French kissed as the discomfort I'd felt at the width of my hole being expanded gave way to intense pleasure. "Fuck me please" I urged as he thrust into me filling and complying me in a way I'd never thought possible.I held on to his chest as he first filled then withdrew, my prostate stimulated and positively begging for more. He thrust harder and faster and with my hands on his.