Hotel Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

“Fuck me harder—break me—fill every inch of me.” Mark growled, gritting his teeth, hands gripping her waist so tight they’d leave bruises. His cock hammered into her soaked pussy, the wet slap of his thrusts echoing in the hotel room, her slick coating his balls and thighs. Adrian leaned forward, one hand tangled in her hair, the other on her hip, thrusting into her ass in deep, filthy strokes. “She’s squeezing me,” he groaned. “Her ass is so fucking tight—she’s gonna make me cum.”

“My suite is two floors above yours. Ocean view. Bigger bed. No one to interrupt.” I took his hand and let him pull me up. We walked together through the resort, the tension building with every step. The moment the elevator doors closed, Kai pushed me against the mirrored wall and kissed me so hard, his tongue invading my mouth while one hand slid inside my bikini bottoms. His fingers found my soaked folds and dipped inside, curling against my G-spot. “Fuck, you’re drenched,” he groaned against my lips. “Such a needy little slut.”

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Her Dad has been trying to sleep with me, but he can't tell me directly because he sees me as a sweet innocent woman that would never do such a thing. News flasshhh!!! I help her with it anyways because why not? And before you ask how I know he wants to sleep with me.. you need to see the way he looks at me, it's terrifying. An couple minutes later there's another knock is on my door and it's her Dad coming to thank me for my help and takes Cassie back when she's done. I almost asked him to stay back so he can fuck me, but I remember I have a reputation to keep and not let everyone know I'm a sex freak, so I just wave them goodbye and eat my lasagna and go to sleep.

“So fucking perfect. My dirty girl.” But he didn’t let her finish him. He pulled her up, bent her over the arm of the couch first, fucking her deep from behind in a few hard thrusts. She moaned loud, pushing back against him. Then he moved them again — to the low coffee table in the front of the shop. He bent her over it. Sloane braced her hands on the wood, ass up, back arched. Her heart was racing. She felt exposed. Vulnerable. So fucking turned on she was dripping down her thighs.

I say, pushing my license and credit card across the white marble to him, eager to check in and leave Steve to face his problem alone. The clerk—Axl, according to his name tag— takes them and gets to work. “I’m so sorry,” Cindy is saying. “We don’t have any rooms available. Lots of people in town for the holidays. But you can call this other hotel and maybe they have something.” I see her pointing at something out of my periphery and am not sure what’s more shocking: the fact that Steve hasn’t charmed her into a room, or that she’s managed to peel her eyes off him long enough to direct his attention to the other hotel.

She opens the door and my sharp eyes get a clue of the madness I signed up for; Sex cross, bondage furniture, a dangling whip… My heart skips and my thighs clap tighter, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I’m going wild… And these three demons are awakening the bad effects of the viagra. Oh, god. The most I and Ambrose have done is a 69 and he sucks at it too. Giovanni waves off the lady, eyes pinned on me the whole time. He slowly advances towards me, hard jaws clenching. “We’re not patient men.” He grips my arm.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.