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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)

It’s nearly 2am when you arrive at the hotel. You check in and after getting a key for the room that Rachel left for you, you head to the bar for a stiff drink or two. The bar is like a ghost town except for the bartender busy cleaning up.

“Is it too late for you to pour a couple of drinks for me?”

The bartender smiles and pours two triple whiskeys, one which you drink outright, and the other which you grab and sip. You really needed that after the night you had. You wait a few minutes taking your time drinking, taking in the hotel’s decor. It’s pretty fancy, much fancier than any hotel you and Rachel have ever stayed at, but then the two of you never made a lot of money so could never afford this kind of place. You wonder why your always frugal girlfriend would choose this very opulent place, until you realize she started ovulating this morning.

“Damn! She wanted to have sex with me to make a baby!” you say out loud to no one.

The bartender hears you and responds, “Then you’d better get to her fast man!”

Hearing his words makes you excited and worried. Excited about finally getting to fuck your girlfriend of six years without a condom, and also fill her pussy with your cum. You swallow the rest of the drink, pay the bartender, and rush out to the room Rachel mentioned.

By the time you get there you’re already feeling pretty buzzed from the two large drinks you downed and you’re having a hard time getting your bearings. It takes you almost twenty minutes to finally find the room. You tap the key against the lock and it slides open smoothly. You walk in expecting to find Rachel sleeping, but the room is empty, nothing is disturbed, and the king-sized bed still has the little ornate towels shaped like swans on it. You pull out your phone and look at the text messages from her. When you see them, you remember she said she’s going to stay with John because she was so drunk.

“Smart girl” you think, relax a bit and lie down on the bed. It’s really comfortable so you just luxuriate on it. A few minutes later you call her phone. It goes to voicemail after it rings a while. You try again three more times, your anxiety starting to ramp up.