Welcome to Prestige Suites. This global collection of luxury hotels is your passport to indulgence and seduction. For decades, adventurous couples, discerning business travelers, and seductive singles have all called Prestige Suites home. Now you’re invited to come inside.

Breathtaking waterfront views and scenic vistas; invigorating outdoor excursions with our experienced staff; steamy water spas where you can relax every muscle. These are just some of the amenities you’ll find at our properties around the world. And in the evenings, our award-winning restaurants, bars and lounges are the perfect place to end your day or start your night. Leave your inhibitions at home; we’ve taken care of everything. 

Join us now for our first Prestige Suites erotic short story: Prestige Suites City Center. In the heart of a bustling downtown business district, you’ll enjoy an urban oasis that caters to your every need. In the evening, the hotel’s restaurants and signature lounge - Reflections - welcome you to connect with colleagues or meet a new friend. We hope you enjoy your visit to Prestige Suites City Center.

Jane Meadows spun a small white rectangle of card stock between her fingers. She paused to examine the fine print. “Welcome to Prestige Suites City Center. We hope you enjoy your first stay with us. Redeem this voucher for one free glass of wine or beer at our lobby bar, Reflections.”

Jane scanned the attractive room as she looked for a waiter and admired the lounge’s theme. The walls were adorned with an eclectic yet stylish collection of framed mirrors. Reflective glass ran the full length behind the bar. 

Jane’s feet dangled nine inches off the floor as she sat alone at a hightop table for two. Despite the inviting ambiance, Reflections was not where this weary young woman wanted to spend her Friday evening. 

Five nights earlier, a proudly optimistic Jane arrived in the city for her first business trip. She was three months into a new job with the leading consulting firm of Wilson Partners. As part of a newly formed four-person project team, she and her co-workers would spend the next several months on-site with their clients. That meant Sunday nights to Friday evenings away from home. But Jane knew travel was part of the job and she was excited to embrace her new role. 

The first week on the road was more demanding than she anticipated. All day at their clients’ office followed by regroups with her team that continued late into the evening. Hopes of visiting acclaimed local restaurants were replaced with the reality of nightly room service. When she asked a co-worker if there would be time to explore the city, he laughed and said “Only if you come back here on vacation.”

The anticipated Friday departure was especially demoralizing. Bad weather forced the team to rearrange their travel plans. Her three co-workers leveraged their airline status and departed that afternoon. Without similar standing, Jane was stuck in town until Saturday morning. When she texted her boyfriend to let him know that she no longer needed an evening airport pick-up, his response of “Ok” was frustratingly terse.

Jane now had the opportunity to explore the city but lacked the will. Instead she half-heartedly took up the hotel’s welcoming offer. Clad in a pair of jeans with an emerald green long-sleeve silk blouse, the 24 year-old hoped a glass of Chardonnay would take the edge off a rough week. At last her blue eyes made contact with a roaming waiter.

Randy Williams rolled an oversized ice cube around the inside of his highball glass. His first Old Fashioned of the evening was familiar and comforting. The sweet taste of bourbon lingered on his lips as he let out a soft, relaxed sigh. 

Randy was entering the final decade of his career. Over the previous 30 years, Prestige Suites had become a familiar home away from home. He had reinvented his career on multiple occasions, but frequent travel was always part of his job. He embraced the wonder of new destinations. Some familiar stops had become favorites; others were dull and tiresome. Tonight, Randy was satisfied yet sapped, relaxing at Reflections in a low circular table with matching leather armchairs on either side.

Nine months prior, Randy was on the wrong end of a corporate downsizing. With a decent severance package and his two adult offspring both out of the house, he could thoughtfully plan his next move. The time to work for himself had arrived. He set up his own freelance business, offering workshops on the future of AI in corporate America. Each four-hour session came with a handsome payday. If he could maintain the momentum for a few years, retirement might come earlier than originally planned. 

The downside to a thriving start-up was more travel. His first three weeks had been a success with seven sessions, but required trips to five different cities. His wife was also a regular business traveler, so for Randy hotels often provided a warmer environment than his empty home. His hard-earned Prestige Suites lifetime platinum status offered a bevy of perks, including free Friday night stays. After wrapping up a late afternoon session, he decided to remain at the hotel rather than scramble to the airport.

Randy wasn’t an intimidating physical presence, but at age 52 he was still in great shape. The treadmills and free weights at Prestige Suites’ fitness centers were part of his daily routine. Just a shade under six feet tall, hints of grey dotted his dark hair. His eyes were a deep shade of brown. His light blue oxford shirt paired smartly with his khaki slacks. Glancing around the moderately busy lounge, he casually reclined as he pondered his schedule for the coming week. 

As Jane slid her fork into the last remains of a mixed greens salad with grilled chicken, her waiter returned to ask if she’d like a second glass of Chardonnay. She paused then politely nodded yes.

She was done processing the work week. With a combination of boredom and curiosity, she put her imagination to work, glancing around the room and creating backstories for other guests at Reflections. To her immediate left she examined a pair of men in their early 30’s, dressed in business casual attire. As she listened to them recapping their work week, Jane cooked up a wild fantasy where ample drinks encouraged the duo to explore bisexual curiosities upstairs. She chuckled at her own devious thoughts, and even considered sending over a couple beers to encourage the proceedings.

Her wandering eyes then landed on an individual she was certain she recognized. Jane squinted at a man seated alone in a leather chair 50 feet away. A lengthy stare confirmed that he was the father of Ellen Willams, one of her sorority sisters.

Jane had met Mr. Williams on a handful of occasions in college. Parents’ weekends always sparked chatter around who had the hottest dad, and Mr. Williams annually topped the charts. Jane and Ellen were friendly but not overly close, so when Mr. Williams offered Jane a brief congratulations after her graduation ceremony, she presumed she was speaking with him for the last time. Now, just over two years later, they had an opportunity to become reacquainted 

Jane slipped off her tall chair to walk across the lounge. Although average in height, she strode with an upright confidence that made her appear taller. Her curly blonde hair bounced with every step. As she approached his table, Randy Williams did not detect the young woman coming towards him. She stopped at the open chair across from him and lightly cleared her throat.

“Mr. Williams?”

Randy looked up, made eye contact with the kind face in front him, and quickly scanned his mental Rolodex. The connection wasn’t immediate, but someone her age addressing him as “Mr. Williams” was surely a friend of one of his two kids. Noticing his uncertainty, she helped fill in the blank. 

“Jane. Jane Meadows. Ellen’s sorority sister.” Her tone was hopeful, but the assumption that their brief interaction from a couple years ago left an impression on Randy may have been unrealistic.

“Yes, of course. Jane! So good to see you!” Randy stood up and made the awkward walk around the table to formally greet her. He threw open his arms, inviting her to hug him. Confirmation that he recognized her left Jane happy to accept his embrace. 

The greeting was brief, but there was a warmth that both of them felt mentally as much as physically. As they separated, they asked the same question of each other in unison.

“Are you here by yourself?”

They smiled at the synchronized queries and Randy nodded. “I am. Would you like to join me?”

“That would be great,” Jane replied. “Let me go grab my glass of wine.” She gestured in the direction of her original table. Her spot was now empty save for her second glass of Chardonnay waiting on a circular paper coaster.

Jane scampered back to her table to collect her glass. Randy’s eyes followed every step of her brief journey. He wasn’t trying to be crass, but he was only human. He couldn’t help but admire how her tight jeans perfectly framed the curve of her ass. Jane wasn’t intentionally putting on a show, but Randy enjoyed a good one nevertheless.

In the center of the lounge a pianist casually provided background music that was loud enough to be enjoyed without overpowering conversations. Jane winced at the comically elongated route she traveled around the piano back to Randy’s table. A touch of nerves may have played a role in her clumsy yet endearing journey.

“Welcome back,” Randy said with enthusiasm. Jane placed her wine glass on the table and sat down in the comfortable leather chair across from Randy. She crossed her legs, searching for posture somewhere between too relaxed and too eager. 

“So what are you doing here,” he asked. “Work trip?”

“Yes! I just started this summer with Wilson Partners. This was my first time meeting the clients.” Despite her exhausting week, Jane’s sounded re-energized.

“Ahh, another twenty-something ready to tell CEOs how to run their company.” Randy chuckled at what he thought was an innocuous comment.

Jane’s head dropped slightly but noticeably. At the end of a frustrating trip, Randy’s words stung. Noticing the impact of his wisecrack, he immediately felt like an asshole.

“Jane, I’m very sorry,” he said as she raised her head to look at him. “That was quite rude. I didn’t mean to belittle you and I apologize if I did.”

“No, it’s ok, Mr. Williams. I guess I’m…”

“It wasn’t ok,” he interrupted. “I’ve had some frustrating experiences with consultants, but I shouldn’t take that out on you. I’m really sorry.”

“Frustrating?” Jane inquired. “How so?”

“Well, about a year ago a group of young consultants came to my company and when they were done I was out of a job.” Randy smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

“Ahh. No wonder you hate us,” Jane replied. They both had a laugh, putting the bad vibes behind them. Randy sipped his cocktail, grateful for Jane’s engaging company. 

“If you’re going to stay here, I have one request,” Randy stated. 

Jane looked puzzled. “What is it, Mr. Williams?”

“Please don’t call me Mr. Williams. We’re both adults. Just call me Randy.”

Jane blushed and offered a slight smile. She was still getting used to being on the same terms as one of her friend’s parents. 

“OK. If you insist, Randy.” She liked the way she felt as his first name slipped off her tongue.

The hour that followed had the feel of a great first date, and Randy was increasingly impressed with Jane’s maturity. The stereotype of a fresh from college rookie consultant gave way to an eager to learn young professional. Jane spoke eloquently about her future plans. She knew that growth took time and was ready to put in the work. Randy admired the knowledge she already possessed balanced by a willingness to admit that she didn’t know everything. 

Jane grew equally fond of Randy. He shared his vast insights with humility. His tone was confident, yet approachable, drawing Jane in to share more about herself. He took a genuine interest in her perspective and listened with empathy. After a week where her co-workers had been brusque rather than helpful, the conversation with Randy was a refreshing alternative.

Mutual admiration evolved into an unspoken physical attraction. Randy felt a twinge of guilt stealing glances at someone Jane’s age, but her physical appeal was undeniable. Most young adults were terrible at making eye contact, but not Jane. And the longer she looked at him the more he began to fantasize.

Jane kept thinking back to her sorority days, imagining how jealous her sisters would be if they knew she was sharing drinks with such a stunningly handsome dad. The idea of fucking him was completely forbidden yet tantalizingly viable. If only Randy knew what was behind the smile she continued to offer him.

A second round of drinks gave way to a third. The conversation topics transitioned from professional to personal. After a polite inquiry from Randy about her dating situation, Jane began to speak in a listless tone about her boyfriend.

“We’ve been together for about a year and a half. But I’m not sure it’s going anywhere,” she conceded. “He’s nice and all, but I think I can do better than ‘nice,’ right?”

Randy nodded, giving Jane the validation she sought.

“He’s not as career-motivated as I am, and all this work travel isn’t going to help us grow any closer. I don’t know. I think we’re both ready to be done but neither one wants to pull the trigger.” She paused for a sip from her glass of wine. 

“Plus the sex isn’t that good anymore.” Her eyes popped as she realized the recipient of the intimate comment wasn’t one of her college girlfriends. Equally startled, Randy let out a nervous laugh to break the tension.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe I just said that!” Jane’s face turned bright red. She meekly chuckled. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Randy said. “No need to apologize. I didn’t get the sense you were dating the World’s Greatest Lover.” Looking her in the eyes he added “You deserve someone who’s going to bring out the best in you. Don’t waste your time with anyone who doesn’t.”

“Thanks. That’s good perspective.” Jane gave a slight, sarcastic chuckle. “World’s Greatest Lover. Hah. I definitely haven’t met him.”

Randy smiled. “Well, the next time I see him, I’ll tell him you say ‘Hi.”

“Please do.”

Jane appreciated how Randy’s thoughtful words and sense of humor helped her slide past an embarrassing comment. Inadvertently she had presented herself as a young woman with unfulfilled sexual needs. If that thought was dancing around Randy’s imagination, Jane wasn’t opposed.

Switching the focus, Jane gestured in the direction of the gold wedding band on Randy’s left hand. “What about you?” she asked. “I doubt your wife would be happy with you flirting with another woman out at a bar.”

“Is that what we’re doing? Flirting?” Randy chuckled.

“Don’t avoid my question,” Jane smartly retorted. 

Sighing, Randy explained that he and his wife grew into a mutual understanding over the years. 

“We both travel a lot for work. We always have,” he started. “It’s not like either one of us is on Tinder looking for hook ups when we’re out of town. But we’re adults. We respect one another, so we’ve given ourselves the freedom to make our own choices. It’s not perfect but it’s works for us.”

“Interesting,” Jane responded, pausing to consider the intent behind her next question. “Do you think you’ll make any choices this evening?”

Randy picked up on Jane’s suddenly more suggestive tone. He liked where the conversation was headed. There was a flickering flame, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for a full-on bonfire. Yet.

“Right now I’m going to choose one last drink. How about you?”

Jane’s third glass of wine already had her a bit tipsy. She didn’t want another to completely cloud her judgement. “I’m fine, thank you. But I’ll stay here and keep you company if that’s okay.”

“More than okay,” Randy replied, offering a warm smile. 

Randy enjoyed his final cocktail and the conversation continued. Despite their difference in age, Randy and Jane found ample common ground. While the small circular table served as a barrier, they both leaned into the conversation, literally growing closer to one another. As the lounge started to empty out, their waiter returned. 

“Excuse me. The bar is closing. You’re welcome to stay here in the lounge, but I do need to close your tab,” he said, holding the bill in his hands. 

“Oh, thank you. I’ll take care of it,” Randy replied. 

“Mr. Williams…I mean, Randy. You don’t need to do that.” Jane put up a light protest but appreciated the gentlemanly offer. Randy politely waved her off. 

“My pleasure. I enjoyed spending time with you, Jane.”

Jane felt a twitch of nervous energy. Randy sounded as though he was ready to part ways. She was less certain. If the evening was to continue, now was the time for Jane to press the agenda. The waiter returned with a copy of Randy’s receipt.

“Here you are, Mr. Williams. And I applied your Prestige Suites platinum rewards. Thanks again for staying with us!”

Jane was intrigued and mildly impressed. “Ooh. Prestige Suites platinum rewards. What’s that all about?”

Randy smiled. “Ohh, just the result of way too many hotel nights over the years.”

“I’m new to business travel. You’ll have to teach me all about the perks.” Jane’s tone was evermore flirty. She bit her lip as she waited for Randy to return serve. 

Jane’s intentions were now apparent to Randy and he was prepared to advance the dialogue but with measured comments.

“The bar is closed, but they said we could stay here if you’d like a few lessons.” 

The suggestion of this student-teacher dynamic further excited Jane, yet she was interested in subjects far naughtier than Travel Rewards 101. 

“I guess we could stay here,” Jane said with a dash of poutiness that furthered their cat and mouse game.

Randy volleyed back. “Did you have another destination in mind?”   “Fuck it,” Jane thought to herself. Time to stop playing coy. She was ready to secure an invite upstairs.

“Well I assume a man with your status has a very nice suite. Perhaps I can get a tour?” Jane’s smile was no longer soft and warm. Her grin was dripping with devious curiosity.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Randy replied with a wry look of his own. He gestured in the direction of the lobby elevators and the two made a brisk exit from the now-empty lounge. 

Inside the elevator, Randy pushed the number 12. The hotel’s top floor was home to largest suites and a private lounge. The brief ride was made in silence, as Jane and Randy, standing inches from one another, considered what lay ahead. The clock had just passed midnight as the elevator dinged at the 12th floor. 

As they walked down the hallway to room 1205, Jane’s heart rate approached triple digits. She was hardly inexperienced, but Randy represented something daring and new. She had never been with an older man, and certainly never with a married man. Even though he alluded to an open marriage, she wasn’t completely certain of their arrangement. But throughout the evening he had been a sincere gentleman, so she followed her instincts and followed Randy to his suite.

Despite Randy’s calm exterior, his mind was a carnival of possibilities. The time to admire Jane’s professional ambition had passed. Striding down the hall with him was a young, inviting woman brimming with confidence rarely seen in people her age. He could not wait to see how this dynamic played out in the bedroom. The trip up the elevator and down the hallway only heightened his excitement.

Randy tapped his keycard and welcomed Jane inside his suite. He flipped on a light switch to illuminate a corner lamp, generating just enough light to guide their path. Jane wasn’t interested in a tour of Randy’s suite, but as she examined his room - far larger than her own - she was thoroughly impressed. The entryway led to an ample living room with kitchenette. Around the corner she spotted a king-sized bed tucked behind the bedroom door. She kicked off her shoes, leaving them at the entrance.

“They take good care of me,” Randy said, sounding more fatigued than boastful. Collecting the rewards from dozens of hotel stays annually was always a Catch-22.

“So I see,” replied Jane, with a hint of nervous curiosity. “Maybe some day I’ll get some good care here, too.”

“That good care can start tonight,” said Randy. He put his hand on Jane’s waist and turned her towards him.

The moment was undeniable as Randy stared deeply into Jane’s blue eyes. There was a half-foot height difference between them, so Jane rose up on her toes to meet Randy halfway. The young woman trembled slightly, unsure of what was coming next, but completely ready for the adventure. She gave Randy a slight nod to signal her openness.

Standing in the middle of the living room, Randy leaned in to kiss Jane. Their lips met, creating a long-awaited physical connection after hours of build up. Jane loved how the manly scent of bourbon lingered on Randy’s lips. Her tongue probed his mouth and Randy spiraled his around hers. Their hands took meandering paths along one another's bodies as they wandered towards the bedroom. The short voyage was passionate and frantic as they remained fully engrossed in their kiss.

With the bed in range, they briefly separated and hopped to a horizontal position. Their kissing resumed, more breathless than before. Their hands moved with greater purpose as they explored spots they knew would stimulate the other. Touching Jane’s breasts through the thin fabric of her silk blouse, Randy could feel Jane’s growing arousal. Jane didn’t have to go far below Randy’s belt buckle to detect the same level of excitement.

With both sets of hands gliding across buttons and zippers, the fun of undressing was soon underway. Tops came off with ease. Jane’s black lace bra framed her perky breasts perfectly, but both participants knew the garment was soon headed for the floor. Randy needed no assistance as he unhooked the back clasp. His fingers traced a path around and over Jane’s breasts.

Jane ran her hands along Randy’s firm chest, lightly covered with hair. He was in better shape than she expected, and she hoped a man of such fitness would have stamina to match.

Wriggling free of their pants was a tricky task, but there was fun in the clumsy process. Beneath Jane’s tight jeans were a simple pair of high cut black panties. Randy hooked his fingers underneath the waistband and began the smooth journey of lowering them down to Jane’s ankles. She playfully kicked them skyward and they both laughed as her briefs landed halfway across the room.

But the laughter was temporary. Randy resumed the kissing, now pressing his lips on every available inch of Jane’s warm naked body. Holding her breasts in his hands, she writhed with pleasure as he flicked his tongue against her nipples, switching from side to side. Then Randy began a purposeful trail downward. He lingered for a moment on Jane’s smooth belly where his gentle kisses brought out her giggly side.

The intoxicating scent of Jane’s willing body hung inches from Randy’s face. He was ready to devour her. But he knew more teasing ahead of pleasing would be enjoyable for both of them. He slowly lavished a series of gentle, warm kisses along the inside of Jane’s smooth thighs. She arched her back and moaned softly with pleasure and anticipation. With Randy’s thoughtful hands encouraging her, she gradually spread her legs wider. 

As Randy moved along, the kisses picked up in intensity. He grew firmer and bolder. Randy remained ever considerate, but Jane could sense a building aggression. With her excited pussy sizzling, Randy savored the sweet, seductive taste of her desire. In a flash he plunged his tongue inside her like a dart piercing a corkboard bullseye. Jane squealed with surprise and delight.

Jane squirmed as Randy pressed his hungry tongue firmly against her pussy. He licked her in every direction; wildly unpredictable with his movements, but singular in his purpose. His mind went blank as his senses were fully engaged.

Sexual partners Jane’s own age had half-heartedly given her oral sex. Her boyfriend barely made an effort. Randy’s gifted tongue was an incredible new sensation. For the first time in her life she was being eaten out by an experienced man rather than a clumsy frat boy. She felt every bit of his experience pulsing through her trembling body. He wanted to be down there. The man knew exactly what he was doing and Jane absorbed all the benefits. 

For the next dozen minutes, Jane felt as if she was flying down hill on roller skates. Randy was insatiable, eating her out with feral intensity yet firmly in control. His solid grip on her hips meant Jane wasn’t going anywhere, not that she had any interest in pulling her body off of his face. Her hands clutched the side of the bed and her delighted moans increased in frequency and volume. 

Finally the feverish tongue fucking concluded. Randy couldn’t keep up the furious pace forever, and with his jaw at a point of fatigue he flopped over like an exhausted Olympic sprinter. He didn’t bring Jane to full orgasm, but his tongue delivered more physical pleasure than she had ever experienced. Jane was equally in need of a breather, yet eager to continue their escapades. She quickly recharged, knowing what she wanted next.

Jane loved Randy’s guidance so far. His aggressive confidence balanced with an intense focus on her needs was the experienced combination she desperately wanted. But now she was the one in control and she relished the opportunity.

Jane raced her hand across Randy’s chest then reached inside his grey cotton boxer briefs. His cock was warm and twitched when she made contact. She tugged off his briefs, revealing a handsome shaft that more than met her expectations.

Jane inched down and softly pressed her lips against the head of his prick. Just as Randy’s opening act had been calm and measured, Jane’s mouth was gentle and curious. Her prey was still catching his breath, and she offered him time to recover while her tongue and his cock became better acquainted. She looked up at him to admire his satisfied expression. Randy’s head rolled back in a moment of thoughtless bliss.

Gentle and curious didn’t last long. Jane stunned Randy with an immediate transformation into a ravenous carnivore. She took the length of his cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down with a wild pace that shook and thrilled Randy. Jane’s muffled slurps reverberated against the bedroom wall. She rarely took so much pleasure in sucking dick, but Randy was irresistible. Jane knew she could make him cum immediately, but there was more fun ahead. Jane slowed her pace, wrapping up the intense demonstration of her oral prowess.   Jane crawled back up to Randy, briefly resting her head on his shoulder before they resumed kissing. Light kisses served as a peaceful interlude. But as the taste of sex hung on their lips, serene smooching gave way to a hunger for more depravity. Acknowledging this shared desire with a wink and a wry smile, Jane prowled headfirst back towards Randy’s waist. Simultaneously she flung her legs in the direction of his shoulders. Randy picked up on the cue and playfully grabbed Jane by the ankles. She delighted as he spread her thighs across his face yet again, and she wriggled to provide him the ultimate angle.

Jane cradled Randy’s shaft in her hands, still bold and throbbing. As she again engulfed his shaft with her mouth, they completed the numerical arrangement cherished by hardcore enthusiasts everywhere. Jane savored the unmistakably mature taste of Randy’s dick once again. Randy inhaled the youthful energy teeming from Jane’s drenched pussy. They both offered their partner a fantasy come true, and the brakes were completely off. In tandem they went after one another with a shared mission of driving the other over the edge. 

Jane put both her hands on Randy’s thighs and firmly pushed him away, gasping for breath in the process. They didn’t stay separated for long. Prancing around the king-sized bed, she grabbed his shoulders and flipped him on his back. Randy didn’t offer any resistance, gladly letting nimble Jane take control. Their eyes locked as Jane eagerly flung her body on top of Randy’s. Their gaze intensified as Jane pressed her hands on the top of Randy’s chest. She bit her lip. She was beyond ready to feel this man inside her. With a voice that was both seductive and sweet, she whispered “Fuck me, Mr. Williams. Please?”

Randy needed no further encouragement. He smiled as he guided his hard cock towards Jane. She deftly shifted to allow him to sink inside her. Jane thought she was prepared, but the fullness of Randy’s offering caught her by surprise. A combined whimper and moan escaped her lips as she eased herself down on Randy’s firm cock.

With Randy fully inside her, Jane resumed her aggressive mood. Again she pressed down on Randy’s chest, moving her hips in a myriad of directions. They took turns groaning and gasping.

The unexpected excitement of Jane’s take charge attitude left Randy fully consumed, as did the young woman’s hypnotic movements. Every shift of her hips and change in speed delivered an electric pulse through his body.

Jane took her hands off of Randy’s chest but there was no let up in her determined pace. Putting her hands behind her head, she arched her back, pressing all the way down on Randy. Her pert breasts bounced and swayed with every movement.

Randy looked up at Jane who appeared lost in a moment of sexual delight. As much as he could let her ride him until the sun came up, he was eager to try a new position. He wanted to retake the reins. Firmly grabbing her waist, he hoisted her off of him and gently tossed her to the side. Jane squealed with pleasure, yearning Randy’s next move. He gave her a playful smack on the ass and rolled her up on to her knees. He crawled in behind her and clutched her hips. Jane looked back at Randy with delight and readiness.

Randy slid back into Jane. By now his trembling cock and her overstimulated pussy were familiar friends. But the fresh angle with Randy in control offered tempting new sensations for both of them.

Randy’s movements were intense and repetitive, like the firing pistons on a powerful engine. Jane clutched the sheets and rocked back and forth in unison with every potent thrust. She could feel him traveling through her sweat-soaked body. She exaggerated the last vowel in an extremely passionate request of “Fuck me!” Tossing her head up, Jane caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror across the room and delighted in what she saw. She watched this passionate man pounding her from behind. The reflection of two enthralled naked bodies in the dimly lit room aroused her even further.

Randy’s hands slid off of Jane’s hips and moved up to cup her breasts. He held them loosely, allowing them to bounce against his fingers. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, giving Jane stimulation at both ends of her body.

Randy paused for a moment and Jane seized the opportunity to try a yet another arrangement. She crawled forward and prowled around the bed like a mischievous feline. Randy followed her intently until she flopped her head on the pillow. Lying on her back, her chest and breasts heaved from exhaustion. But the inviting look in her eyes showed she was ready for Randy one final time.

He needed no further encouragement. Crawling back on top of Jane, he kissed her briefly but deeply as he slithered his cock back inside her. Randy was not one for words during sex, but he was so delighted by Jane that he muttered “Ohhh, baby,” as their hips charged up in tandem once more.

Jane looked up at the strong, thoughtful man who had delighted her with purpose and pleasure. Sex had never felt this good. The tension grew inside her as Randy’s experienced dick hit the right spot time after time. As she reached the brink of absolute pleasure, three words escaped her lips, each one delivered more intensely than the one before.

“Ohhh, Daddy fuck!!!”

The line was the most fantastically naughty that Randy had ever heard. Jane’s delicious body had brought him so close, and her words delivered the knockout punch. Gripping the sides of the bed, Randy’s cock spasmed and erupted inside Jane. His trembling orgasm was the final push she needed to climax just seconds later. Furious sounds of delight filled the room before Randy collapsed next to Jane. They were left physically exhausted and utterly fulfilled.

Jane rested her head on Randy’s shoulder. The room was now silent, save for their mutual efforts to catch their breath. After several minutes she felt his rapidly-beating heart return to a normal pace. 

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” Randy asked.

Still a bit dazed, Jane replied “I can’t even remember right now.” She sighed and laughed gently.

“Well if you’re not in a rush, free room service in the morning is another one of my perks,” said Randy.

“That sounds nice,” Jane countered. “Although wouldn’t you rather eat out?” She looked up at him with a devious smile returning to her face. Randy chuckled and offered a mischievous look of his own.

“I think we can find time for both.”