Hotel Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He spun me around again with my back to his chest as he lodged a bulge between my ass cheeks humping me harder. "You're dripping for me. Does Jake know his bride's this wet for his own father?", he groaned, his fingers reaching down to finger-fuck my pussy. "No," I murmured, grinding back on his hand. My clit throbbed under touch. His mouth latched onto my shoulder, sucking hard till a hickey formed there then he pulled away licking the spot with reverence. A bell dinged at the front of the store, and new customers were chatting. Their heels clicked on the marble floor. Gerald froze, his fingers buried deep in me. "Hear them? One moan and they'll hear you."

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

” Quinn screamed at the top of her lungs. “I'm your cowboy, Baby! Massimo is all the cowboy you need. You juicy, sexy, red headed bitch!” “You nasty, naughty, freaky, bad boy! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I was perplexed she had enough breath or mind power to form words. She wasn't muttering them either. She was hollering. I thought they'd wake up the whole hotel. Massimo finally noticed that Phaedra and I were watching. “Good morning lovely ladies! Would you like to join us for a morning fuck?” He was still effortlessly tossing Quinn up and down his fuck rod. Phaedra and I looked at each other. We were thinking the same thing. The sex was fabulous. The dick was divine but we had had enough. Our pussi

Horny Intern 10 The weekend after the gala dragged in a mix of bliss and that nagging jealousy. Saturday, Mr. Voss texted me to come over to his penthouse. I showed up in a short dress, no underwear, collar snug under a scarf. He fucked me on the kitchen counter—rough thrusts from behind, his hand around my throat over the engraving. "Mine," he growled with each slam, the piercing dragging inside me until I came twice, screaming. He filled me deep, cum dripping down my legs as he held me. We showered together after, his fingers gentle on my skin. But in bed that night, curled against his tattooed chest, I whispered, "Those other interns... did you collar them too?"

Among them was a beautiful, rich, powerful, and socialite woman, who was called G*****a, in whom she was invited to go and have fun, to entertain herself at her parties, alongside other guests with her hosts, beside her on a series of walkways, beds, rugs, and towels laid out, around a large pool of hot water. It was a luxurious and shiny environment, with exquisite decorations, men and women having sex, sometimes there were more than two in sexual acts. Seeing the big, handsome man, called Hercules, a tall, handsome man, almost a Greek god, of course, he's Greek, tall, muscular, in every way, big in every way, he had a penis as big as he was, but not as big as his other hotel mate. Being a

Chapter 5: Caught and Completed The final day of the six-week trip had arrived, and the house was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and sin. Sophia lay on her back in the center of her mother’s king-sized bed, legs spread wide and trembling. Ethan was positioned between her thighs, his thick eight-inch cock buried to the hilt in her dripping, well-used pussy. Richard knelt behind her, his even thicker nine-inch cock slowly pushing into her stretched, lubed ass. They had been at it for nearly an hour already, taking their time, savoring every second of their last day of freedom.

I was mesmerized—my pussy clenching around nothing, fresh wetness dripping down my thighs. When Julian finally pulled off, Zach’s cock was glistening, veins standing proud, flushed dark. “Good boy,” Zach growled, pulling Julian up for a deep kiss. “Now get on the bed. Show Lexi how we do this.” Julian crawled onto the mattress, getting on all fours right above me in a 69 position and placing his face between my spread thighs, each breath fanning my dripping pussy, ass presented perfectly to Zach behind him. His fat cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs, right in front of my face.

CHAPTER FIVE SABRINA The celebration finally moved from the rooftop to a private suite in the Black Diamond Hotel. Damian booked the honeymoon suite for us that night.Everyone else went home. We got inside the big luxurious room with the king-sized bed and city view. I was still wearing the red silk dress. My mind was messed up from the talk with Richard but I tried to push it away. This was my fiancé. I needed to focus on him. I wanted to make the move since he has never tried to initiate sex.

As they floated in the afterglow of shared passion, her hand began to stroke the back of his head in an intimate gesture while her other hand caressed his ass while she welcomed the final drops of his cream inside her. They snuggled together on the couch as their breath and the thudding of their hearts returned to normal. Her voice was soft as she whispered, "Mavin, what we did is so wrong, but I don't want you to feel bad about it. I made this happen, it wasn't your fault. I can only hope and pray that you won't think I've ever done this with anyone before. I have never had sex with anyone but my two husbands in my life, and I can tell you this much, no one has EVER made me come like you ju

I leave her surprised and sexually satisfied. I got to my apartment at 2am. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, I pour two fingers and pull out my phone. Unblocking Elena's number, I called her. She picked in an instant. "Damien,” she purrs. "I thought you'd call sooner." "You want a story?" I sat down on my designated sofa. "Then come get it. Tomorrow, 9 PM. No camera." "And the little stripper?" "She has no business with us." "That's not what she said."