Not What I Expected Part 2

He pulled his half hard cock out of me and I collapsed onto the bed, panting, lying in the wet puddle of my own cum on the bed, trying to process what had just happened. I had never been fucked like that before, it was exciting and humiliating at the same time. I was lost in thinking what the rest of the night was going to be like when I saw him walk past me, fully dressed and headed for the door. "See you later" and he walked out.
What the fuck. He just fucked me like an animal and left. I lay with my legs over the bed confused as I felt his cum run out of me and down my leg, feeling used like the slut I told him I was. Cum? I looked over at the unopened condom lying on the bed. You bastard.

All the next day at the convention I looked for him. I saw him once across the hall but I didn't know what to say. It was the hottest fuck I had ever had but nothing like anything I had had. I was always in control, sucking the cocks I wanted, controlling the orgasms of men I don't know, making them wait till I released them and got my reward. But last night I had no control. Once I said yes I was fucked and thrown away. I hated him but I wanted it again. So humiliating. So hot.

When I came back to the hotel he was waiting in the lobby, in an armchair with a drink, looking at me with that same confident stare.
"Again"
...Yes.