This is my first fictional story, so I’m happy to receive encouragement, comments, and feedback. I’d love to build on the story line if you like what you’ve read so far. Enjoy:

I woke up to the sound of the shower running, realizing that under the sheets, I was still naked from a fuck session that we both desperately needed. My head cocked to the side to see a sliver of light and a wisp of steam through the small gap in the door to the bathroom. I laid back, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed happily. The afternoon—the first few hours of a much-needed getaway—were mercifully kind to us. Although an AirBnB would’ve been more reasonable, we splurged for a boutique hotel—the Public—familiar to us from a lust-filled spontaneous tryst in Chicago. I still think about it, and considering what happened an hour before in our room, I know you did too. My hand started to work my cock as I basked in the afterglow of our afternoon while my mind drifted back to that summer night.

Buzzed from a series of cocktails and high off of buzzing conversation, we decided it wasn’t smart to take on a 45-minute commute back home. But under that sensibility, I think the real reason we wanted to find sanctuary for the night was because we were both so desperate to fuck. If we didn’t find a hotel soon, we’d probably have exploded.

After scrolling HotelTonight, we’d landed at the Public, a Schrager hotel in the heart of the city that preserved all the right historical details to feel charming, but modernized enough to exude a smart intimacy. Walking toward our destination gave me ample time to admire you: a confident, accomplished, and naturally fit Korean woman—5’2”, 120 lbs with dark features and pale skin, generous 34C tits, a pert ass, toned legs, deliciously plump lips, and beautiful yet seductive eyes. Someone you could take home to Mom, but you suspected there was a wild side underneath. You wore jeans, Chucks, and a low-cut T-shirt like it was a little black dress—understated and unexplainably sexy. Tonight, that combination was accompanied by a cropped fall jacket and a small shoulder bag that swung softly with your step, and your hair, which was normally curvy and fell mid-way down your back, was worked straight for a night out.

I stood taller at 5’10” with olive skin, messy black hair—trimmed neatly on the sides—and big, penetrating dark brown eyes. Because I’d grown up as a rather skinny runner-type, I used college as an opportunity to lift weights religiously. It worked—my body filled out to 190lbs with broad shoulders, dominating arms with well-defined triceps, and, thanks to picking up a hobby riding bikes, I had sturdy legs, defined calves, and a well-formed ass, so it never looked like I skipped leg day. In my 30s, I’d lost the 6% body fat from ten years prior, but my abs were still there underneath a layer of overambition in the workplace. I’d settled into a formulaic style—black denim, a black T-shirt, and Vans were a default—but somehow, I wore casual better than most.

Once we pushed through the hotel doors, the check-in process felt like days, even after handling the booking on the app. No bags in tow left little mystery of our intent to the two women behind the check-in desk, but we were more than happy to let them ponder our night’s activities during the rest of their shift.

“Have a pleasant night,” one managed to chime in as she placed a single key card in my hand, her eyes quickly shooting knowing glances at us. Her index finger lingered on my palm, drawing backward discretely before returning to her duties on the keyboard.

“You as well.”

The elevator ride up to the room was equally as excruciating, a sexual tension palpably brimming in the confined space. Eventually, we made it into our room and gave it a quick walkthrough after kicking off our shoes. Ours was a suite of sorts; we entered into a tonal sitting room with an inviting white couch, coffee table, desk, and TV. The bedroom was decidedly more intimate. An inviting, king-sized platform bed was the main feature. It was dressed with white, high-thread-count sheets and four plush, down pillows. Floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city dominated one side of the room, the opaque drapes were pulled apart to ensure none of the spectacle was concealed. There was a glass console table that was smartly packed with various decor. It was about waist-high to not obstruct the view, but it managed to divide the room between viewing and sleeping areas rather well. The whole was bathed in soft, warm light—including the artwork—which added to the soothing event.

But that’s not why we were there. Somehow, despite the city alive all around us, at that moment, every visual distraction in the room disappeared, every city sound fell silent other than the sound of your jeans zipper slowly descending. I felt my cock straining, watching you shimmy them past your hips, teasing peeks at your lacy black thong underneath.

By the time I looked back up to meet your eyes, it must’ve been some time.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked with a sly smile, your arms crossing in feigned inquisition, seeing that I’d gotten a bit hypnotized. Somewhere along the way, your shirt had come off to reveal a matching black Demi cut bra that accentuated your bust perfectly. It wasn’t the most erotic lingerie, but on you, it looks absolutely ravishing.

I responded by pulling my shirt off and closing the distance between us. I could feel the heat radiating between our bodies as we kissed. You managed to unclasp your bra in tandem, removing the last bit of doubt for what was about to finally happen between us. I pulled back to tease you, watching your lips search for mine. I let my tongue softly graze your upper lip before I plunged back into you, allowing my fingers to find your left nipple and gently roll it between my fingers. You let out a soft moan as it grew erect in my hand, and I felt your hands insistently tug at my pants.

“Take these off and let me see that cock.”

I stepped out of my clothes and saw lust in your eyes as my thick, 6” cock sprung free from my boxer briefs. Almost immediately, your fingers wrapped around my member and you pulled me on top of you on the bed, rubbing my sculpted, swollen head against the thin layer of fabric that stopped me from burying myself inside of you.

“Holy shit you’re soaked.” Despite the dim lighting in the room, I could make out a distinct sheen where your juices were soaking through your thong and across the tops of your thighs. I pulled your panties to the side and started to rub the head of my cock against your clit, my precum mixing with your juices as you writhed beneath me. I swiped a finger across your panties and took it into my mouth.

“Mmm, stop teasing me,” you pleaded. You lifted your hips off the bed so I could finally pull your panties off, a string of your juices clinging desperately to the soaked-through fabric. I threw them to the side, pulled your legs apart, and positioned myself at your eager entrance. Your hips bucked, begging me to push past your threshold and bury my cock to the hilt inside your clean shaven pussy.

I decided that, between the verbal and physical foreplay from the day’s events and the months of flirtation prior, there was no point in delaying gratification any further. I coated the bulbous head of my cock in your juices and drove the first few inches into you in one firm stroke.

“OHHH fuck…” Your palm rested against my thigh, slowing me for a moment so you could adjust to the growing fullness. I looked down to see your pussy lips gripping onto my girthy cock. With every stroke, more of your juices coated my shaft, building until it was completely covered in your slick cum. I looked to the right and caught our reflection in the mirror—the view of your body completely surrendering to my penetration was seething. Our eyes met in the reflection as you wrapped your legs around my body, the both of us mesmerized by the elicit show we were creating for each other. Breaking the trance, you closed your eyes and grabbed my ass firmly, pulling me ever deeper into your tight confines. Our hips rocked in unison with your pussy full of cock and from your enthusiastic moans, I could tell I was hitting the perfect spot inside you. It wouldn’t be long before I’d make you climax.

“Uhhhh fuck…don’t stop baby. Right there. Don’t stop fucking me.”

“Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

Your body started spasming violently, a surge of cum overflowing from your pussy as you gripped me inside of you. I pulled my cock out and rubbed it against your clit as you rode wave after wave of your orgasm. Before you could fully come down, I dipped the head of my cock back inside you, knowing I’d be able to push you over the edge again. Inch by inch, I reclaimed your pussy, the head of my cock making deliberate contact with your G-spot. I withdrew almost completely and thrusted forward again, methodically maintaining the pace to build you toward climax for the second time.

“Hngh! Oh my god baby…I’m going to cum again.”

I already love the fact that you’re vocal in the bedroom. I hoisted your legs above my shoulders, your ankles pinned above my ears, lifting your ass off the mattress so that I could pound your perfect pussy with full strokes, the sound of you getting fucked filled the room.

“Fuck me harder…oh my god, don’t stop. I’m going to—”

Your face was fully flushed as another orgasm ripped through your body, every thrust sending shockwaves through your pussy. The sight was too much to bear and I found my own climax quickly approaching.

“F-fuck, I’m going to cum.” I bursted out. It was the only thing I could manage to gauge where you wanted me to finish.

“Fill this pussy up, baby. I want to feel you cum deep inside me.”

That’s all I needed to hear, and I started pumping ropes of cum into you. I could feel your pussy squeezing every drop of my seed from me while I kept pounding you through my orgasm. Once I finally withdrew my softening cock, a steady flow of our cum spilled out of your swollen pussy. What a perfect sight.

From the intensity of our orgasms, we must’ve dozed off after (or at least I did). But I woke up to you between my legs, coaxing my cock back to life. Once you realized I was awake, you looked up at me lustfully. You tapped the head of my cock against your tongue before swirling it around the head of my cock. Then, with my full attention focused on your next move, you plunged my entire cock down your throat.

“God, you are perfect. You look so hot with my dick in your mouth.”

My cock fell out of your mouth with an audible pop. You flashed me a smile while running your tongue up and down my shaft before eagerly sucking on one of my balls. You were getting more turned on by my reactions and paused to tie your hair back to ensure I’d get a full show of your skills before diving back onto my cock.

“Ohhh fuck yes.”

I instinctively grabbed the back of your head to urge you to keep going—your tongue massaging the sensitive area between my ass and my balls—as your hand came up to start stroking the precum out of my now rock-hard cock.

By the time you came up for air, your face was a mess with saliva. I pulled your face to mine and your body on top of me, your soaking pussy lips resting against the underside of my hard cock. You began rocking your hips back and forth, grinding your sweet little pussy against my shaft before bringing your hand down to start playing with your swollen clit.

“I love watching you play with your pussy.”

You bit your lower lip and arched your head backward as you ground yourself into me, pleased with the show you were putting on. I ran my hands slowly and softly up your thighs until I reached your hips, persuading them to crush your clit against my shaft. By now, our collective juices were pooling underneath my cock, down my balls, and onto the soaked sheets.

The extra stimulation was too much to handle. You placed your palms on my chest and leaned into me. I felt your pussy juices flowing over me, soaking my entire cock as you continued to writhe against it. You moved back a little further, and I felt the head of my cock press against your tight opening. In one movement, you looked down at me, grabbed a handful of your tits, and lifted your hips to line the head of my throbbing cock up with your waiting cunt.

I watched your face give in to pure pleasure as you sank onto my eager shaft. You were now setting the pace—your head telling you to prolong the sensations of feeling so full of cock, but your pussy was screaming to bring itself to yet another toe-curling climax. I sensed your internal struggle and began lifting my hips off of the bed to meet your own movements. The building heat between your legs and the sheen of sweat on your body let me know that your pussy had won your internal argument. Your fingernails dug into my chest as you rode me harder, faster.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock. I want you to use me as your fucktoy until you squirt.”

That was exactly what you wanted to hear. Your feet came up to rest over my thighs as you picked up the pace. Your eyes were shut tight, but your moans became louder and louder as you crashed down onto me.

“Oh fuuuuuckkk, I’m cummingggg.”

I reached up to grab your face and ran my index finger across your lips while you came, a rush of cum splashing onto the sheets between thrusts. You responded in kind, taking my finger into your mouth and muffling your moans as you came down from your orgasm.

Before you could fully recover, I lifted you off of me, grabbed your hand, and guided you toward the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. You knew exactly what I was thinking and bent over, placed your palms against the glass, and arched your back to present your glistening pussy to me. The view was gorgeous—a full moon rim-lit the skyline as a vibrant contrast to the city’s soft, yellow glow. Between the stillness and the sliver of color that started to appear on the horizon, you could tell that the deep of night was starting to give way to morning. In front of me, the view was better; your pussy was dripping cum onto the floor, eagerly anticipating my hard cock to once again claim it as my own before the sun rose in full.

Our eyes met over your shoulder, and you beckoned me closer with a curled finger. My hands found their way to your ass and up your back until I was able to cup your breasts from behind and position the head of my dick against your slit.

“Pound my pussy, daddy. Pound me and make me swallow all of your cum.”

Your words caught me off guard but in the best possible way. I pushed my cock forward and watched it disappear into you. You groaned, your pussy adjusting to its fullness in this new angle. I pulled out so only the head was still inside of you before ramming the entire length back in, over and over. You started to push your hips back into me to meet my strokes, a symphony of your erotic moans bringing me to the brink.

You must’ve felt it, too. Immediately you swung around onto your knees to envelop my cock, but I was already cumming. The first few splashed onto the window, the second wave glazing your pretty face before you were able to wrap your lips around it to receive the rest.

Seeing you cum covered and deepthroating me as I rode through this orgasm was inexplicably hot. After bobbing your head up and down to persuade the last ounces of cum from me, you looked up and opened your mouth to present my enormous load before swallowing it. Eager not to waste a drop, you sauntered over to the window, kneeled, and lapped at the cum that was slowly running down the glass.

“Did I get it all, daddy?” you said, looking at me with deceivingly innocent eyes. Your arms pursed inward, pushing your tits together, which added to the character.

I picked you up off of the floor and took your tongue into my mouth, trading the remnants of my cum and lingering traces of alcohol back and forth with you.

I’m not sure where my body was mustering the energy, but I lifted you up, placed your ass onto the glass console table in the room, and started to kiss my way down to your pussy. Succinct whimpers were escaping you as I drew ever closer. The intoxicating scent of your nectar started to make my cock harden as I started to place small kisses around your clit.

In a haze of sex, a fading buzz, and a sleepless night, it was your turn to take in the view. My tongue slowly dragged along the entire length of your pussy, the sun making its first effort to welcome the new day. After a few moments of restraint, I buried my face in your sex. Your legs parted further and I felt your right hand on the back of my head once I began lightly sucking on your clit. It was all the encouragement I needed to keep going. I needed to feel you flood my mouth with cum. You seemed to have other plans.

“Stand up,” you commanded, an immediate shift in who held the authority in the room. I complied. Without a word, you moved closer to the edge of the console and took my cock into your pussy. It was turning into one hell of a sex session, each time more primal than before.

You rocked against me. The faint, translucent reflection of two bodies intertwined on this piece of hotel furniture caught your eye and drew you two steps closer to one final release. The sun was rising quickly, and so was the pace of our fucking.

“Are you going to cum for me?” I asked in between thrusts, knowing full well it wouldn’t be long.

“Mmm….mmhmm,” you managed while locking your legs behind my back. I’d be lying if I wasn’t getting close to the edge myself, but I was desperate to get you there first. Trying to delay the inevitable at this stage of the night (well, morning at this point) was too tall of a task.

“Ohhh shit. Oh shit, I’m going to cum.” The waves of my orgasm spilled into you, the spasms from my cock and the heat from my cum sent you tumbling over the edge one more time.

After I pulled out, we sat there in satisfied silence, a steady stream of cum seeping from your twitching pussy. Our love organs were completely spent; the animalistic temptation to fuck each other’s brains out had subsided for the moment as we panted towards remission, our bodies a sticky mess of sweat and cum. The best way to start a day.

“Are you going to join me?” I jolted back to reality to discover you’d flung the bathroom door open fully naked. Your fingers moved slowly toward your pussy, as if you were begging me to hurry up and make a decision. I jumped out of bed, my cock at full mast, and walked toward the steamy bathroom, a smirk spreading across your face.

[To be continued…]