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Archive name: hotelsex.txt (MF, rom)
Authors name: AimTwoPlease (aimtwoplease@yahoo.com)
Story title : Hotel Sex

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Hotel Sex (MF, rom)
By AimTwoPlease (aimtwoplease@yahoo.com)
 
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It was our first real vacation together, six days 
driving from Newport Beach to Santa Cruz and back, 
almost all of it scenic along the Pacific Coast. The 
official rationale was to visit one of Terry's college 
friends who was doing graduate work at Cal Poly in San 
Luis Obispo. The unofficial rationale was just to get 
some private time together -- Hotel Sex -- thanks to 
Terry's mother, who agreed to baby-sit Terry's three-
year-old son and let us be a twosome.

Our first experience with Hotel Sex happened six months 
before, shortly after Terry separated from her husband. 
Our time together had been fragmented and 
interruptible. A Saturday night away at a bed-and-
breakfast down the coast, planned three weeks prior by 
the tricky coordination of babysitting and room 
availability wasn't perturbed by the untimely arrival 
of Terry's period. I left a twenty-dollar tip for the 
housekeeper, hoping she wouldn't be too shocked by how 
we left the bed sheets. We fucked twice that night, 
twice the next morning. Orgasms seemed to help her 
cramps.

On this trip our halfway stop was Morro Bay and a 
Travelodge. First showers and fresh clothes, then fried 
clams and a shared pitcher for dinner overlooking the 
water. Finally, shortly after nine, we walked back to 
the motel, fell into bed, and did what came naturally. 
Blessed be a quiet room, comfortable bed, and a mother 
who now doesn't fear being overheard by her three-year-
old sleeping in the next room.

Terry came once from my mouth, her soft moans rising in 
tempo and pitch to gasping acknowledgments of a deity. 
Her pussy ended up sloppy wet and rudely engorged and 
ready to be fucked. This time she wanted it from the 
rear, her ass held high, her face pressed against the 
mattress, her arms outstretched and her hands pressed 
flat against the headboard to steady herself. Her cunt 
was an inflamed fiery red of slick folds as I moved up 
behind her and teased her opening with my stiff cock. 
Terry murmured noises of frustration and pushed herself 
back at me, trying to impale herself on me.

I have to say, doggie-style isn't my favorite position. 
It doesn't give me the eye contact and snugger cunt of 
Missionary, or the eye contact and freedom for my 
wandering hands of her being on top. During doggie, a 
woman's aroused cunt seems more billowing, more 
spacious, with friction more "grazing" than "gripping". 
I also have to take more care not to pound against her 
cervix. And often I feel precariously balanced, unsure 
whether to hold onto her raised hips and perch upright 
and thrust carefully, or whether to lean my upper body 
forward, using my weight to press her body downward 
toward the mattress, using my hands to fondle breasts 
or clit as my cock drives into her.

Still, doggie-style gives me that sense of control and 
domination, of having my lover just simply submitting 
to my onslaught. Tonight, that is all that Terry seemed 
to want. To be taken. To be possessed. To be fucked.

I clung onto her hips, assured myself of my aim, and 
drove forward to bury my cock with one sharp, juicy 
thrust that made her exhale a throaty grunt. Back out I 
slid, then slammed in again, even harder this time, 
causing an even louder squeal. Terry's juices were 
flowing, pumped out by my sharp upward stabs. I looked 
down to see my cock shiny. That's another advantage of 
doggie. It's easier for me to see those big, luscious 
labia kissing against my shaft, drawing out when I 
withdraw, tucking in when I stroke inward.

I tried to be slow, but Terry wanted no part of that. 
"Harder!" she groaned. "Faster!" I found a rhythm and 
Terry followed, her hands pushing on the headboard to 
press her hips back to meet mine coming forward. Deep, 
juicy fuck-noises filled the room, sounds of two 
aroused bodies slapping together, of a cock 
relentlessly pistoning in a well lubricated cunt, of a 
woman and her animal sounds that emerged from deep in 
her chest, of a man grunting with his efforts and his 
pleasure.

"Gonna come," I groaned my warning.

"Do it!" she hissed. Her cunt blossomed its readiness, 
clutching wetly around my cock with the thinnest of 
grips at its entrance, and I stabbed into her with 
angled variations to eke out the final friction I 
needed.

And then I was there. I drove forward, my cock a steel 
pole of flesh that burrowed as deep as humanly possible 
and then strained to get deeper. Terry's legs 
straightened, collapsing her body to the bed in total, 
complete submission. My hands slid up her back and 
around momentarily to her breasts, then moved higher, 
one palm on the tip of each shoulder. I held her tight 
in that state of paralyzed pure pleasure, my woman, 
mine.

The first long spurt began my release. I groaned, 
loudly, and Terry's body stiffened in her own orgasm 
and she cried out in an echo. I only held her tighter 
against my body. My second spurt was almost as long as 
the first. I tried to bury myself deeper into her cunt. 
Terry cried out again. Before the third spurt, my hips 
began to thrust again. Her cunt was creamier, smoother, 
snugger from this lower angle. Each shuddering 
ejaculation was preceded by a straining inward push, an 
instinctive urge to nestle my spitting cockhead next to 
her cervix. We were both straining and stretching 
against the other, both moaning, both equally noisy. 
Both far from satiated.

Hotel Sex. There's really nothing quite like it.


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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the 
hands of children. They should be outside playing in the 
sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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