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Camboy! Florian "Big Nasty" Munteanu x Subscriber! Black Reader

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: mentions of sex, sex work(ers), mentions of oral sex (m/f receiving and giving), fingering (f receiving, m giving) mentions of female penetration, PIV sex, mentions of masturbation (m/f), mention and use of sex toys, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of alcohol consumption, exibishist sex

Summary: You’re away at a mandatory business meeting in Munich when you happen to run into your favorite cam star, Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu. What happens when he decides to give you a personal taste of what you’ve only seen online?

Song Inspo: Red Light Special-TLC

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day you Lil’ Nasties!

The sleek and modern look of the Roomers hotel in Munich took your breath away the moment the cab dropped you off at the hotel. The black exterior was a contrast to the Bavarian architecture of the outlying buildings.

The trip from your home to the hotel had been long and the only thing you wanted to do was to check in, take a nice long, relaxing bubble bath and glass of wine before succumbing to your jet lag that’s been nagging at you since you left the airport.

Upon entering the hotel, you’re greeted by one of the staff members who checks you in. They inform you of the perks of the hotel, a gym, spa, pool, cinema, restaurant, bar, as well as other amenities available to you throughout your stay at Roomers. Handing you a pair of your room key, you’re directed to the set of elevators that will take you to your hotel suite.

Inside the elevator, you check the updated itinerary for your first day of your conference. Ever since your highly anticipated promotion, you knew that traveling both internationally and domestically would be needed. You were up to the challenge, you’d prepped and prepared for your presentation that would hopefully lead to a large merger for your company, as well as lead to a rather nice size bonus to top that off.

Exiting off the elevator, you finally find your room and are pleasantly surprised by the inside, dark brown wood and gold accent interiors lie within your Deluxe Suite. Setting your purse and luggage off to the side, you immediately wander through your room to check it out, very pleased with what you see, especially by the large bathtub inside. You immediately set about getting a hot bath going, getting the temperature just right before adding some of the fancy smelling soaps into the water.

As the tub fills, you decide to order up a nice bottle of wine and various snacks from room service after finding a nice selection from the menu provided. Soon enough a staff member is rolling in with your order. After a generous tip, you gather everything and head to the bath.

Lowering yourself in, you hiss in pleasure as the hot water engulfs you, leaning back to enjoy this stolen moment of pleasure before the hectic days ahead of you. You’re not sure how long you stay in the tub, it’s not until the water has lost most of its heat, your skin smooth and the bottle is nearly gone before you decide to get out. You find the hotel robe and wrap it around yourself, gathering your shea butter lotion, you rub it into your skin. The bath had done wonders for you, but after such a long day you realized that there was only one thing that could potentially help you fall asleep.

You pulled out your computer and set it on the bed, propping up some pillows at the head of the bed to get you comfortable. Once you’re satisfied with the arrangement, you settle in. You pull up your favorite porn site when you realize there’s a new notification from one of your favorite performers, Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu.

You’d found him on OnlyFans a while back, the name "Big Nasty" catching your eye for obvious reasons. Over the years he'd shown why he'd earned the nickname. He had shared pics and videos of himself and you’d been interested and after a while he had made the decision to transition to doing cam shows and you’d followed him over to this new venture. You’d be lying to yourself if you hadn’t seen most of his videos more than once, videos of him masturbating, the use of toys, cockrings, switching between his native Romanian, German or adopted English. You’d even sent a tip his way once or twice during one of his live shows, a wink sent your way and a thank you.

You click the link for the new notification and are brought to Big Nasty in a room unlike the other ones from his previous videos. He appears to be in a room, perhaps even a hotel room, standing in front of a closed window, a pair of dark pants around his waist and nothing else on. He slowly makes his way to the camera, picking up an object off camera before he brings it into view, a clear fleshlight. He backs and easily slips off his pants, noting the lack of underwear.

He takes his cock in one hand and strokes himself, widening his stance until he starts to get hard. He runs his other hand over his abdomen muscles before moving down to cup his balls and lets out a deep groan. When he’s hard enough, he moves to the bed and pulls out a bottle of lube before popping the cap and squirting some on his cock and the toy. He brings the fleshlight to his tip and slowly begins to push inside. He pulls it off of him and then back on, sliding in a little more. He continues to do it until he’s fully sheathed within the toy, by this time your inner thighs are completely soaked from the sight before you. You take one hand and begin to rub your clit, moaning in pleasure from how much you’ve been turned on.

The noises that rise from your computer don’t help either, pings going off as comments flood in. Florian’s deep voice fills the air as he switches languages with every plunge of the toy, all too soon you’ve begun to use one finger then another as you begin to fuck yourself all while still rubbing your clit. He braces his feet on the bed and thrusts his hips up, his face and body aglow with a sheen of sweat. He suddenly flips over onto his knees, his hips pistoning as he races towards his climax. The tip of his cock is pink as it pokes through the toy over and over, one hand clawing at the sheets again until Florian finally cries out, a burst of semen flooding the cylinder. He rocks the fleshlight off his cock and gets off the bed walking towards the camera. He brings the toy into the direct view of the camera, using one finger to poke inside. A second later the camera is jolsted as it’s picked up and brought down to his cock, still twitching slightly from his orgasm and then brings it back up to sign off with his usual salut before the video fades to black.

You plunge your fingers in and out of yourself at a fast rate, the lull of an orgasm just within your reach. Suddenly you cry out, panting heavily as the long awaited climax finally washes over you in a euphoric state. Carefully pulling out one finger at a time, your sex clenching at the loss of fingers. You take a few more minutes before the ringing in your ears subsides and your heart rate comes down. Getting up you head to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up quickly and then putting on your pajamas. You make sure your alarm is set for the morning and then settle in for the night, ready for the days ahead.

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The next day started off with an ice breaker meeting, getting to know your German counterparts in your company's sister location. The day continued on with meeting after meeting, brainstorming meetings to help further the company and its goal to expand to other countries. Going over the numbers for the quarterly budget almost had you falling asleep, but the most anticipated being the info-sharing meeting that would help you to finalize your own presentation in the following days.

You decided to stop at the bar for a drink after the first day, snagging a spot at the bar rail. You glance over the menu before deciding on one of their specialty drinks. You glance around the bar, observing all the people in the moment. You settled on the large form of a casually well dressed man off to the side of the bar, speaking with some of the staff members from the hotel. He’s wearing a black shirt or sweater along with black pants, his Rolex watch bringing the entire ensemble all together.

Your gazing is interrupted when one of your colleagues, Diana, sits down next to you. The two of you catch up. One of the booths nearby opens up and the two of you decide to move. As you take a sip of your drink, the large man you noticed earlier gets up and you all but spit out your drink when you notice that it’s Florian “Big Nasty” Munteanu himself in the flesh.

Your heart starts to thump in your chest so loud you think that everybody will be able to hear it, your face begins to feel really warm and the air seems to have been sucked out of the room. You vaguely hear your name being called somewhere, but you can’t think or concentrate as your eyes follow Florian throughout the bar until he disappears somewhere off in the distance.

“You ok Y/N?” Diana asks again, her voice finally reaching through to you.

“Y-y-yeah, I’m f-fine” you stutter, “drink just went down the wrong way.” You fan your face, hoping to calm your nerves. You excuse yourself and find the bathroom. Once inside, you grab a handful of paper towels and blot at your face. You take a few minutes before you’re calm enough to go back outside.

You settle back into your seat before Diana looks up and you follow your gaze, only to be met with Florian himself.

"Mind if I join you ladies?" Florian asks, you and Diana give one another a look and motion for him to take a seat. He settled on the seat beside you, his arm draped behind you, his fingertips brushing casually down your arm. The two of you introduce yourselves to him and strike up a lighthearted conversation, Florian’s attention never seeming to wane from you.

"Oh, there’s Luc from Marketing. I’ve been meaning to speak to him since I arrived" Diana stood with a determined look on her face. "Be back in a bit."

Ignoring your pleading glance, Diana walked over to a tall, well dressed man before engaging in conversation. After another minute, ignoring Florian became ridiculous, as well as impossible.

Your gaze slid over him and you took in his clothes, the overall effect being one of careless sophistication. You loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though all you could imagine were the images of last night's video going through your mind.

You took a deep breath, feeling like you needed to make an effort to socialize with him.

"You look..." you paused. Fantastic. Wonderful. Amazing. So damn sexy...In the end, you went with the lame, "I like your outfit."

His brow arched. "Ah, something you like about me. From the way you’ve practically ignored me I thought it might have been something I did to offend you.” The edge to his tone rubbed you the wrong way.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just been a very long day at work” you lied.

He stared at you a minute, and then nodded. "If I had to guess, you recognized me from one of my videos, and you obviously seem to like what you saw, maybe even got yourself off to one or two of them" he added, taking a casual sip from his drink.

Oh hell. You looked away, brushing your thighs together to help with the growing ache. Masturbating in the privacy of your own room was one thing, but talking about it while squirming under that piercing hazel stare was mortifying. "I don't kiss and tell."

He brushed the backs of his fingers over your cheek and murmured, "I’m sure I could give you a taste of what you’ve only seen online. "

You heard the determination in his voice and swiftly changed topics.

"Do you come here often?" you asked, mentally kicking yourself for asking such a cliche question.

His hand dropped to your lap and caught one of your, his fingers curling into your palm. "When necessary."

Florian's mouth curved into a genuine smile that hit you hard. "When promotional decisions need to be made. I’m here to do promo for my channel, as well as get the name of the hotel out there."

Of course he would.

A pretty waitress set two iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. "Here you go, Mr. Munteanu. Two drinks on the house. Can I get you anything else?"

"That'll be all for now. Thanks."

You were distracted by what you'd been served. It was your beverage of choice and what you'd been drinking all night. Your nerves tingle. You watched him take a drink, swirl it around in his mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it. The working of his throat made you hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to you.

"Not bad," he murmured. "Tell me if we made it right."

He kissed you. He moved in fast, but you saw it coming and didn't turn away. His mouth was cold and flavored with alcohol. Delicious. All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside you abruptly became too much to contain. You gripped the back of his neck and clenched it tight, holding him still as you sucked on his tongue. His groan was the most erotic sound you'd ever heard, making the flesh between your legs tighten viciously.

Shocked by the fury of your reaction, you wrenched away, gasping.

Florian followed, nuzzling the side of your face, his lips brushing over your ear. He was breathing hard, too, and the sound of the ice in his tumbler clinking against the glass skittered across your inflamed senses.

"I need to be inside you, Y/N," he whispered roughly. "I'm aching for you."

Your gaze fell to your drink on the table, your thoughts swirling around in your head, a clusterfuck of impressions and recollections and confusion. "How did you know?"

His tongue traced the shell of your ear and you shivered. It felt like every cell in your body was straining toward him. Resisting him took an impossible amount of energy, draining you and making you feel tired.

"Know what?" he asked.

"What I like to drink?”

He inhaled deeply, and then pulled away. Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between you so that he faced you directly. His arm once again draped over the sofa back, his fingertips drawing circles on the curve of your shoulder.

“I noticed you the moment that you walked into the bar, it was only a matter of asking the bartender what you were drinking. When I walked past you earlier, I could tell by your reaction that you knew exactly who I was.” He nipped your fingers with his teeth, making you yelp and yank your hand away.

"Hey. What was that for?"

He lifted your abused hand to his mouth and kissed the hurt, his tongue darting out to soothe. And incite.

In self-defense, you tugged your hand back to your lap. “How do you know that I just didn’t think you were a very handsome guy?”

“The way you’ve become flustered so easily, the way you’ve been rubbing your thighs together since you’ve come out of the bathroom.”His hands slid down to cup the backs of your thighs. Squeezing gently, he tugged you just a little bit closer. The hem of your work skirt slipped almost indecently high and his gaze was riveted to the flesh he'd exposed. His tongue wet his lips in an action so carnal and suggestive you could almost feel the caress on your skin.

Y'd already had enough, but you heard yourself saying, "I need another drink."

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You’re not exactly sure if you told him yes or if something must have shown in your body language, but the next moment Florian is telling a passing waitress to put your drinks on his tab and he led you from the bar. You caught Diana’s attention, letting her know that you were leaving as you grabbed your belongings. The two of you made it to the elevators and Florian hit the floor to his room, the floor number lit up and the lift climbed as you ascended. He backed you up against the wall, his large body emitting so much power.

He used one hand to tap the inside of your thighs and you responded by opening them up for him, bringing up your skirt to allow him better access. He runs his hands up until he reaches the apex, a masculine grunt of approval at finding you so wet. You gasp as he uses one finger to slowly finger you and you hold onto his shoulders to help balance you. Shameless, your body writhed as you rode his plunging finger. He added another and you dug in your heels, arching up to meet his thrusts. “Please.”

He nibbled your jaw, then moved to your chest, nuzzling the valley of your breasts as he inhaled your scent. He claimed one nipple in a gentle bite through his shirt, his mouth surrounding the tender peak and sucking softly. The ache he created was needle-sharp, your hunger spurred by the sense that he would soon know your body well enough. You didn’t care that the hotel security could see your little tryst, or that any other hotel patron could potentially be waiting to get on at any moment, you knew that you needed him to make you cum.

“More,” You gasped.

“I knew I’d love the way you begged me for it,” he murmured, his mouth curving in a wicked smile against your skin.

You groaned in frustration. “I want your cock inside me.”

“As you should.” His tongue curled around your other nipple, flickering teasingly over it until it ached for suction.

He was wounding your body higher and higher, the rush of an orgasm just seconds away. You looked at the wall of numbers, noticing that you were almost to his floor. Florian takes his thumb and starts to rub circles on your clit and soon enough your knees feel like they’re going to buckle under you as you ride out your orgam. He carefully withdraws his fingers from you and brings them to his lips, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

The ding of the elevator alerts you to the arrival of his floor and he helps you to rearrange your skirt and steady your wobbly legs. He takes your hand in his and leads you out of the elevator and down a hallway before stopping before a door. He takes out a hotel room key and then opens the door, letting you go ahead.

Florian’s room is a gorgeous suite, as he leads you further inside he gives you a small tour of The Prestige Suit. He takes you to the bar and offers you another drink, but you decline, your head is already swimming from the post orgasm high he gave you in the lift. You notice that the room is different from the one he was in from his latest video, but little hints from the decor show that he had made the video in the Roomer Hotel.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, noticing how you’re taking everything in.

“Just that this room is different from the one from last nights…activities” you answer.

He chuckles low in his throat at the way you mention what he did last night in his video. “I’m curious, what did you think of last night's…activities, as you put it?” He asked, mirroring the same phrase you had used.

You’re shocked that he would ask you that outright, the sounds and images seem to fill the empty space of the room. “I-I enjoyed it, like I usually do with your videos. You always seem to find a new way to engage your audience when you perform. You’ve come a long way since your OnlyFans days.”

His eyebrows shoot up in shock, clearly surprising him that you have been a fan of his from his early days on the site. Taking his drink in hand, he leads you to the bedroom and you sit down, acutely aware that he doesn’t join you.

“And how did you touch yourself Y/N, did you pack a toy in with all those prim and proper skirts and dresses you brought with you? Or maybe something else? Did you hump one of those fancy pillows from your bed, hmm? Or did you use your fingers?” Your face must have given you away as he called you out on the last one, your sex clenching.

“What did you want to do during the entire time you watched the video?” he asked, staring down at you.

“To suck you off, to have you say my name as I take you in my mouth and make you cum on my tongue.” you whisper on an exaggerated breath, your chest rising and falling at the neediness it poured from you.

“Suck me off now,” he whispered. “Make me come for you.”

You slid from the bed in a breathless rush, your hands reaching eagerly for his fly. He was hard and thick, his erection straining. He helped to lift his shirt and pushed down his boxer briefs, you freed him. He fell heavily into your hands, the thick length already glistening at the tip. You licked the evidence of his excitement away, loving his control, the way he reigned in his own hunger.

Your eyes were on him as your open mouth slid over the plush head. You watched his lips part on a sharply inhale breath and his eyelids grow heavy, as if the pleasure were intoxicating.

“Y/N.” His hooded gaze was hot on your face. “Ah … Yes. Like that. Christ, I love your mouth.”

His praise spurred you on. You took him as deep as you could. You found that you loved doing this to him, loved the uniquely masculine taste and smell of him. You ran your lips down the length of him, suckling gently. Worshipful.

“You love this,” he said gruffly, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.

“More. I want to do this for hours. Make you come over and over again.”

A growl rumbled in his chest. “I would. I can’t get enough.”

The tip of your tongue traced a pulsing vein up to the head, and then you took him in your mouth again, your neck arching back as you lowered to sit on your heels, your hands on your knees, offering yourself to him.

Florian looked down with eyes that glittered with lust and tenderness.

“Don’t stop.” He widened his stance. He slid his cock to the back of your throat, then pulled back out, coating your tongue with a trail of creamy pre-ejaculate. You swallowed, savoring the rich flavor of him.

He groaned, bringing his other hand to hold your face, his thumbs lazily tracing your cheeks. “Don’t stop, fatita. Suck me dry.” Your cheeks hollowed as you found a rhythm that had his knees practically buckling.

“So fucking good.” His teeth ground audibly. “Ah, God, you’re making me come.”

His cock swelled in your mouth. One hand left your cheek to help brace himself against the window, his body shuddering as he came hard.

Florian cursed as you swallowed. He emptied himself in thick, hot bursts, flooding your mouth. By the time he finished, you were gasping and trembling.

He pulled you to your feet and stumbled to the bed, settling heavily with you tucked into his side. His lungs labored, his hands rough as he pulled you closer.

Lifting, you hovered above him. “Let me.”

“Yes.” His fingers left your cleft, and a heartbeat later his cock was filling you, the flared crown stretching sensitive tissues.

“Slow,” he ordered softly, his gaze hooded as he licked his fingers with long, sensuous laps of his tongue. He looked so wicked, so shamelessly decadent.

“Help me.” You found it was difficult for you to take him this way, using only gravity and the weight of your body. As desperate as he’d made you, he was a tight fit with how big he is.

He caught your hips, sliding you up and down leisurely, working you onto his thick erection. “Feel every inch, fatita,” he crooned. “Feel how hard you make me.”

Your thighs trembled as he rubbed over a tender spot inside you. You gripped his wrists, your sex rippling.

“Don’t come,” he warned, with that authoritative bite that practically ensured you would. “Not until you’ve taken all of me.”

“Florian.” The slow, steady friction of his careful penetration was driving you insane.

“Think of how good it’ll feel when I’m in you, fatita. When your greedy little cunt has something to tighten down on when you’re coming.”

You tightened down on him then, seduced by the coaxing rasp in his voice. “Hurry.”

“You’re the one who has to let me in.” His eyes gleamed with humor. He urged you to lean back, changing the angle of your descent.

You slid onto him, taking him to the root in one smooth, slick glide. “Oh!”

“Fuck.” His head fell back, his breathing quick and rough. “You feel amazing. You’re squeezing me like a fist.”

“Fuck.” you couldn’t hide the strangled pleasure in your voice. He was so hard and thick inside you, so deep you could barely catch your breath …

He shot you a look that scorched.

“Don’t move,” he said hoarsely, restraining you with his grip at your nape. “I want to come just feeling you around me.”

“Please,” you breathed. “Come in me. Let me feel you.”

“Y/N. God.” He shuddered, coming. He groaned into your mouth, his hands flexing against your scalp, his breath gusting hard across your lips.

You felt him spurting inside you, filling you, and you trembled with another orgasm, the pleasure pulsing gently through you.

Florian’s control seemed absolute, his seduction wickedly precise, but he was trembling harder than you were and his chest was heaving more forcefully. Carefully, he pulled out of you and left, shortly returning with a warm washcloth to clean between your thighs. He laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. He smelled like sex and sweat, a delicious combination that made your head swim.

The pull of sleep was nagging at you, but you knew that you needed to leave soon, that tomorrow would be a new day and that meant another rigorous day of meetings and networking that needed to be done.

“How long are you going to be in Munich?” Florian asked, running one of his hands up and down your spine.

“A few more days, thankfully it’s not one of those conferences that requires me to be gone for two weeks this time around.”

“I’d like to see you again before you leave, if that’s okay? I don’t just want this to be a one time thing.”

“I have to get up early for my first meeting” you protest, “I’d hate to feel like I’m invading your space.”

“You’re not, you can sleep here, I promise to make sure you get to your meeting on time. I’ll even throw in some room service for breakfast too” he adds.

“Oh well, if you’re including breakfast how am I to say no?” you laugh. You make sure the alarm on your phone is set and then the two of you settle in for the night.

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True to his word, Florian made sure that you were up in time for your work meeting. Shortly before leaving, the both of you made sure to make plans for the next day. Meeting after meeting after meeting made the entire time feel like it was never ending. The hours seemed to drag on until somehow the time had come and you were all dismissed for the evening with a quick reminder of the next day's schedule.

You met up at the rendezvous spot outside one of the red mirrored rooms of the hotel that Florian had done promo for a few days prior. He was busy on his phone as he waited for you, scrolling through it as you walked towards him, his eyes raked over you from head to toe. The sexual energy radiating off the both of you evident to anybody passing by.

He casually asked about your day, your mind long since drained from your job. He’d done more promo for the hotel, you ended up liking some of the images on his Instagram as the notifications had popped up on your phone.

You decided to head back to his room again. On the way to the room, it was hard to keep your hands off one another, your hands touching one another in some way. His resolve seemed to snap and he pulled you off to the side in a hidden corner, mirrors lining the walls. He pushed you until your back was against a handrail, pushing his erection into you as you moaned, his mouth taking yours in a searing kiss. You held your breath, squirming against that plush pressure. You’ve wanted him all day, craving the feel of his big cock inside you, needing him to make you come.

He rocked his body into yours, bringing his hands to cup your face. Something inside of you needed him to fill you, not caring that anybody could catch you. You fumbled around with his pants, pulling the zipper down and reaching inside his pants, stroking him from root to tip.

The unspoken need was met when he turned you around, pulling at the skirt you were wearing until it was bunched at your waist and pulled your panties to the side. He pulled his pants down enough for his cock to be freed. He aligned himself and then pushed into you, the stretching relief as he filled you. You moaned and tried to hold on to the handrail; your body rocked as he began to fuck. The sensation was devastating, being filled so completely, then emptied abruptly. Your knees gave out, your core spasming in delight as he reamed you hard and thoroughly. The sexual prowless inside him was hammered into you, the relentless drives of his cock massaging every sensitive nerve.

You were coming before you knew the orgasm was on you, gasping his name as pleasure racked your body in violent trembles.

Your head dropped between your arms, your muscles weak and useless. Florian held you up with his hands, with his erection. Using your body. Taking it. Grunting primitively every time he hit the end of you.

“So deep,” he growled. “So good.”

In the periphery, you caught movement, your dazed eyes focusing on your reflection. With a low, pained cry you started coming again, if you’d ever stopped. Florian was the most searingly erotic thing you’d ever seen—his biceps thick and hard as he supported your weight, his thighs straining with exertion, his ass flexing as he pistoned, his body rippling with power as he rolled his hips with every stroke.

He’d been built to fuck, but he had mastered the skill, using every inch of his amazing body to enslave a woman to pleasure. It was innate to him, instinctive. Even tipsy and near feral with anguish, his rhythm was tight and precise, his focus absolute.

Every thrust took him deep inside you, hitting the sweetest spots again and again, driving the ecstasy into you until you couldn’t resist the onslaught. Another climax churned through you like a tidal wave.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Milk my dick, fatita. God . . . You’re making me come.”

You felt his cock thickening, lengthening. Tingles raced across your skin; your lungs heaved for air.

Florian threw back his head and roared like an animal, spurting hotly. You were sure that security would be coming at any moment. Gripping your hips, he pumped you onto his ejaculating cock, coming hard and forever, filling you until semen slicked your sex and inner thighs.

He slowed the thrust of his hips, gasping, bending over to press his cheek to your shoulder.

You started sinking to your knees. “Florian . . .”

He pulled you up. “I’m nowhere nearly done with you just yet,” he said roughly, still thick and stiff inside you.

He pulled out and readjusted himself, pulling your panties back into place before helping you to pull your skirt down, grabbing one hand and leading you back to his hotel room. Soon enough the both of you made it to his hotel room, hands still on one another feverishly. Once through the door, clothes came off in a hurry, the two of you not wasting anytime.

You eventually make it to his bedroom, Florian with his back to the headboard. Pulling back, you reached for his cock with both hands, gripping him firmly. From your knowledge of his videos, you knew his body well, knew what he needed and desired. You pumped him from root to tip, drawing a thick bead of pre-ejaculate to the wide crest. He pushed back against the headboard with a groan, his finger going to your cunt, curving inside you. You watched, riveted, as the thick drop rolled to one side of his glans, then slid down the length of him to pool at the top of your fist.

“Don’t,” he panted. “Too close.”

You stroked him again, your mouth watering as a gush of precum streamed out of him. You were wildly aroused by his pleasure and the knowledge that you had such a profound effect on such a blatantly sexual creature.

Fisting his cock, you pumped him, lapping up the surges of precum that spilled from him.

His cock swelled even further, turning red, the thick veins standing out along its length, pre-ejaculate spurting onto his lower belly. He was hard as stone, curving up to a point just past his navel. You’d never seen him so aroused, even while watching his videos countless times, and it made you so hot.

As he cursed, his fingers left you. He grabbed your hips, dislodging your grip on him. He yanked you forward, then down, his hips bucking upward, his raging cock driving into you.

You cried out and gripped his shoulders, your sex clenching against the thick penetration.

“Y/N.” His jaw and neck taut with strain, he started coming, spurting hot and hard inside you.

The gush of lubrication opened you, your sex sliding down his pulsing erection until he filled you too full. Your nails dug into his unyielding muscles, your mouth opened to draw in desperate breaths of air.

“Take it,” he bit out, angling your descent to gain that last little part of you that let him sink to the root. “Take me.”

You moaned, welcoming the unfamiliar soreness of having him so deep. The orgasm took you by surprise, your back bowing as the heated pleasure tore through you.

Instinct took over, your hips moving of their own volition, your thighs clenching and releasing as you focused only on the moment, the need to cum, to take him so deep within you that nothing existed but you two.

You cried out suddenly as he flipped the two of you over, his sweat dripped onto your chest, his hips tireless as he stroked his magnificent penis into you over and over, rolling and thrusting, shallow then deep.

“That’s it,” he praised hoarsely, “squeeze my dick just like that. You feel so good, fatita. You’re going to make me come again.”

You panted for breath, boneless and tired from his unrelenting demands. He took you with skilled precision, imprinting onto your brain and body that you currently belonged to him.

You awoke sometime later, you guessed you’d napped about twenty minutes, maybe even less than that. You were pretty sure he’d been at you for close to two hours. You could still feel the echo of his thick cock sliding in and out of you, stroking and rubbing all of your sensitive spots.

Shifting carefully, you propped your head on your hand and studied the decadent man who graced the bed. His arms were wrapped around his pillow, showing off chiseled biceps and a muscular back adorned with scratches and crescent marks from your nails. You’d gripped his ass, too, insanely turned on by the feel of it clenching and releasing as he fucked you tirelessly, stroking his long, thick cock deep inside you.

Again and again …

Your legs shifted restlessly, your body stirring with renewed hunger. For all his polished urbanity, Florian was an untamed animal behind closed doors. You had no defenses against him when he was touching you, helpless to resist the drugging pleasure of spreading your thighs for such a virile, passionate male—

You noticed a nice looking camera off to the side of the bed that you hadn’t taken note of before. You got out of the bed, careful not to wake him and reached for the camera. After examining it for a few moments a thought came to your mind. You returned to the bed with the camera in hand and shook Florian carefully so as not to startle him.

“A man needs his sleep fatita, especially if I need to keep that cunt satisfied” he grunted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the gruffness of his voice making your sex clench.

“She’s not complaining, but I actually have an idea, if you’re open to it” you suggest, shaking the camera with one hand. “You always do your videos solo, how about we give your subscribers and fans something to really enjoy?” The smile Florian gave you knew that he wasn’t opposed to the idea either, the twitch of his cock under the sheets didn’t escape your notice as he pulled them aside.

He got out of the bed, taking the camera. He had it so that he was the primary focal point in his hand and after a few moments of setting up the camera and lights, he looked over to you to make sure that you were ready. You nodded for him to continue, and the red light on the camera started to blink alerting that the recording had begun.

Florian started off the video with his usual greeting, his voice seeming to become deeper and huskier as he told the camera that tonight would be different than his previous videos, that tonight, he had a surprise, you. He turned the camera in your direction before he turned it back on himself.

Heading back towards bed, he grabs your ankles with one of his large hands and drags you towards the foot of the bed. He cups one cheek in the hand he isn’t using to record with before exploring your body, the camera following his hand. He crawls onto the bed, showing your pussy to the world, his seed and your slick intermixed together. He turns the camera on himself, using it to show off his cock starting to harden.

You raise yourself up from the bed and wrap your bee stung lips around the plush head of his cock. He hisses when you suck on it, drawing him further into your throat until your nose is at the base and you feel tears start to prickle at your eyes.

“Fatitâ, if I’d have known you’d look this pretty crying with my dick in your mouth, I would have done it sooner” he says, the camera focused on you sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. All too soon he pulls you off him with a pop. You fall onto your back where Florian uses his hand to slide his dick up and down your slit.

“Umm …” He purred, sliding his cock deep. “You’re so creamy with my cum. I love the way you feel when I’ve been at you all night. You make me feel like I never want to stop.”

You bring his thumb to your lips and suck on it, using your tongue to trace the lines, you hum in satisfaction as you taste his sweat. Giving him a little bite, a reminder of what he did to you only yesterday. Florian curses and thrusts, one hard stroke that shoved him deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone before. You cried out in pleasured pain, arching away from the rigid fullness, feeling the burn of stretching inner muscles and tender tissues.

“Yes,” he hissed, yanking you back into him until the lips of your sex hugged the thick root of his penis. His hips circled, his balls lying heavily against your engorged clitoris. “Fucking tight . . .”

Your nails clawed at the comforter, trying to find purchase as Florian pounded his cock into you, lost in a hot furious rut. The slickness of his semen from your earlier bought wet the lips of your sex, then rolled down your legs. He groaned and thrust deep, rolling his hips, screwing into you. Your head thrashed from side to side, unable to control the amount of pleasure that coursed through you.

He wrapped your legs around his waist and picked you up carefully, still inside you as he brought the both of you to the window. He set you down and and carefully withdrew from you, whining at the loss of contact he pecked your lips before turning you around. He smacked your ass playfully before he took you from behind, his hips pistoning with abandon.

“Look at those perfect tits bounce,” Florian growled into your neck, watching your breasts sway with every thrust in the reflection on the glass. “I wonder if everyone below can see how much you love having me inside you?”

“Flo,” you gasped, your eyes pinching closed.

Your body was a glow in the glass. The rising sun setting over the Munich city a backdrop to him coiling his body around yours.

He bit your neck and started fucking you harder. Your whimpers turned to moans and your fingers tried to dig into the glass. Leaning back, he gripped your hips and watched himself slip in and out of your tight, wet heat.

“Yes. Yes,” you cried.

“Do you want them to watch you? Does that turn you on to have them see how much Big Nasty gives you your pleasure?”

“Yes,” you said again, the afterthought of the camera on you somewhat in the back of your mind.

He leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back. Slipping one hand around the front, he moved your fingers between your legs to finger your clit. Rubbing harder, he sucked on your earlobe before pulling back with a nip at the tender skin.

“Me too,” he breathed into your ear, detonating your orgasm.

He kept up his ruthless pace, focusing on your reflection, on the way your pussy squeezed him tight like a vice, on your moans.

And then he came.

His eyes slammed shut as the muscles in his body contracted in pleasure, his hips pressed tight to your ass as he held himself as deep inside you as he could, feeling every last pulse and contraction on his cock.

He pressed one last kiss to the damp skin of your back as the ringing finally subsided in his ears.

He pulled out of you and the both of you groaned. You feel his cum start to leak out of you, Florian scoops up the mixture of his cum and your slick, bringing his hand into the light, in full display of the camera.

“You don’t think the other hotel guests can really see inside here, do you?” You asked between your heavy breathing.

Laughing, he turns to you, “Probably not. But it’s fun to imagine they can. You seem to come harder then. But we have plenty of battery life for the camera to know just how well you scream ‘Big Nasty’ to know for sure.”

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