Viewing Member - SexGodOfAlaska

The Hotel Bill.

When we first met on the stairs of the 21st floor of my hotel, I never imagined that so much fun could cost so much money. It is of course, the final bill for my hotel room that I am talking about.
When the bill came there were several extra charges for items broken or damaged and for extra clean up.
The clean up I can understand. When we left there was broken glass, wine spilled on the floor, food and plates as well. There was water splashed all over the bathroom and the window overlooking the city was covered in hand, boob, and butt prints.




I was coming up the stairs when I saw you sitting on the stoop, short blue skirt and white tank top, smoking and leaning against the rail. We chatted for a few minutes, you laughing lightly at my jokes, your breasts swaying under your shirt, then I invited you to the room for a drink. You nodded and got up, flashing just enough leg and thigh that I could almost see the color of your panties- if you were wearing any.
I had hardly closed the door when you unzipped my pants, running your hands in and curling your fingers expertly around the shaft of my stiffening cock. Your breath was hot against my neck, your nipples pushing against your shirt. You turned, walked to the big window, pulling your shirt over your head as you went.
We did it against the big window overlooking the city, you facing the glass and me behind you, holding your legs open with mine, each thrust from behind lifting you off your feet slightly and making you wonder which would break first, you or the window. That was the first time, full of unbridled passion and energy, a quick release to prepare us for the marathon to come.



The water on the floor was from the second day. I woke to find the bed in total disarray, you were in the shower. I stepped in naked and already half erect, taking the soap from you and rubbing your breasts, your back, and your legs. You kissed me then turned your back to me, inviting me to take you there. We did it slowly at first, my hands on your hips holding you against me, then faster as your breath quickened, as your breasts became hot, and your nipples very hard under my fingers. Excited I began to go faster, harder, feeling your pussy grabbing me like a fist. You removed the showerhead and set it to pulse, spraying your clitoris and my balls alike. Your legs began to shake as you came, one hand holding the shower nozzle, the other reaching behind to grab my hip and pull me into you harder. You called my name then, face pressed into the corner of the stall, screaming it almost in agony, and that set me off.



I spun you around and pushed you to your knees. You go quickly, willingly, hands to my hips and mouth open, ready for my ablutions. You look me straight in the eye, water clinging to your eyelashes as I came, your hands stroking me and getting every last bit on your face and neck. Then you smiled as my come ran down your chest, down your breasts, washed away into the heat and wet of our passion.




We broke the lamps on the dresser when we were going to go out to get something to eat. You were pulling on your skirt (and panties!) and tank top when I came up behind you, naked. In front of the mirror you watched as my lips kissed your neck and shoulders, my hands running from your hips up to your breasts, pulling lightly but firmly on your nipples through the shirt. I cupped your breast with one hand, my other moving to your ass. I pulled your skirt up and your panties down, and you could feel the slippery pre-come from my dick on the back of your thighs. Your hair fell across your shoulder, I bit your earlobe, my hand going lower against your butt, rubbing your clit from behind, causing you to open your legs and lean forward. I pulled your shirt off, and you saw yourself in the mirror, flushed with excitement and breasts heavy, my hands making red prints on your body, your only clothing that ridiculously short skirt hiked up around your waist and your panties around your ankles. I look over your shoulder and see the same sexy woman, opening her body to me. Our eyes lock in the mirror and you whisper “Do it.”



I put my knees on the inside of yours, forcing you to open wider for me. You lean forward a little more, one hand bracing against the dresser (with the two lamps), the other reaching behind and raking fingernails across my ass. My cock felt like it was going to explode as my hand found your very wet pussy. I needed almost no positioning to push inside you since your thighs were slick with excitement. We began roughly, me pushing you forward until your knees were against the dresser. You arched your back, pushing back against me aggressively, almost as a challenge. You looked up to the mirror and saw yourself again, legs spread and pussy showing, arched against me. You watched as my hand went from your breast to your clit, slowly rubbing lower until my fingers were wet from your fluids, then back up again to rub lightly at your clit, each soft stroke coinciding with a thrust deep inside from my cock.
The sheer sluttyness of the scene that you saw yourself in was enough to make you cum, your hips jerking forward than back suddenly, but I didn’t let you move far. I tightened my grip on your hips and pussy, pressing firmly against your clit now. You saw your pussy swell with orgasm in the mirror and you came again, suddenly, twice more, screaming ecstasy at the slut in the mirror. Then you felt me explode inside you, gasping as I shot what felt like a quart of cum into your shaking body. Only then did I let you collapse to your knees in front of the dresser. By this time both lamps had apparently fallen from the dresser and broken, but we never noticed.
When the room service came you answered the door with a towel wrapped around your waist and nothing above. The poor kid- after his initial shock he kept his eyes fixed on the window view, barely even waiting for a tip (a fiver and a devilishly sexy smile) before running from the room.
Of course we never got to eat that meal. That was when we spilled the wine and food, and probably when we broke the glass.
We were playing the Secret Game, the one where I handcuffed and blindfolded you. First I fed you strawberries by candlelight, gently dipping each one in chocolate before letting you taste it on your lips. Then I began to accidentally drip chocolate onto your body, forcing me to lick it off. My tongue danced on the tops of your breasts, your nipples, your neck and collarbone. Eventually I was simply dripping chocolate on the parts of your body I wanted to lick, which led to you to laying on your back as I ate strawberries and chocolate from your pussy, teasing you with the cold of the fruit contrasting the heat of my breath and tongue. Your juices made the strawberries exotic, and I could barley get enough. Finally I began feeding you again, only now it was chocolate on my cock, your tongue blindly licking up chocolate you couldn’t see, stroking the underside of my dick, now taking it whole into you mouth and sucking me into your throat. You could taste a combination of sweet fruit and chocolate, salty cum from my cock, and a faint aftertaste of your own body left on me.




Somehow this led to you being blindfolded, handcuffed, and gagged with your own underwear. I positioned you face down and ass up on the bed, your hands still handcuffed between your legs. You looked so sweet and innocent there, with that perfect body all tied up and waiting for me. We knocked over the serving cart with the wine and food about this time, when you came the biggest of all. We were doing it from behind, my cock deep in your pussy and a candlestick from the hotel cart in your ass. You moaned and screamed into your panties, soaking them again with drool. Each thrust from my body was like being penetrated twice as my stomach pushed the candlestick in with every thrust of my cock. I grab your hips, I push your shoulders farther into the pillows. You reached up and felt the cold steel of the cuffs on your thighs as you rubbed your clit with one hand and stroked my balls with the other. I pulled you by the hair, raising your face to the wall and pulling you harder against me, driving my cock and the candle deeper into you. I feel your entire body begin to spasm with orgasm, and I reached up and pulled the panties from your mouth just as you began to come, screaming into the night your sheer passion for life. Your body was electric under my hands, jumping and shaking, quivering and slick with sweat. You came again, and the feel of your fingers stroking my balls and shaft made me come. You felt my cock stiffen inside you, pressing against the candlestick still in your ass. You felt my balls tighten and you reached back and squeezed them gently, and I came inside you, thrusting with each squirt of cum, finally pulling back and letting it shoot across your ass, up the small of your back, between your shoulder blades, mixing and pooling with the sweat there. You came one last final time, surprising me, your legs shooting out straight and kicking the dinner cart over. It landed with a crash of steel serving trays and cracked wine glasses. Totally uncaring, I collapsed next to you, your body still heaving with the shock of orgasm.




When we left that room I never looked back at the mess we had created. I only looked at you, dressing slowly, muscles stiff and genitals sore, a story of sex and passion (and some degradation) written across your body in a language of welds, red hand prints, bruises and bite marks. I knew I looked the same. I left the key on the dresser and we left, taking the elevator down.
In the lobby we said our goodbyes, you heading back to your boyfriend and me to my girl. I touched the side of your face; you kissed me lightly, and then pulled back. Then you kissed me again, this time forcing your tongue into my mouth. I kissed you back, hard, wanting you to remember.
The next thing I knew we were in the coat room, you on your knees swallowing my cock, you fingers wrapped around my shaft. We could hear the bustle of the hotel business outside, and the prospect of being caught excited us. I was taken by the way your body moved in a serpentine motion as you thrust against me, driving me into your mouth. Your ass moved back and forth, skirt just barely pulled up enough for me to see your cheeks, and I noticed you were not wearing your panties. This sent me over the top and I came in your mouth. You squeezed my balls softly, swallowed, and stood up. With a quick kiss on the cheek you were gone out the door.




By the time I had recovered enough to leave the closet you were gone, hopped in a cab to fly away. But I knew that every time you moved on the plane, a small twinge of soreness would remind you of me.
As for me, I found your underwear, still damp with you, in my suitcase. I still have them.

This is my first post here- wanted to put it in the forums but I have to wait 72 hours after joining to post.

Hope you enjoy!



You sit above me, legs thrown across my stomach, facing me. Your sexy black shirt and panties are so thin I can almost see right through them. I can definitely see your nipple poking against your shirt, as if seeking my mouth and tongue. But I wait, as I can see in your eyes and in the way you threw me on the bed as soon as I got home that you have something in mind. The stereo plays quite music with a strong beat, your hips beginning to grind ever so slightly against me. You pull up my shirt and your hair brushes against my chest as you gently lick first one nipple then the other, causing me to squirm under you. Your knees grip me tighter and your hands move to the sides of my face. Your tongue gently flicks here and there along my chest and up to my neck, finding its way into my mouth. We kiss for a long moment, and then I begin to bite your lip gently. My hands move from my sides to your face, pulling you into my kiss. But you pull away, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands back at my sides. You give me a coy “no-no-no” look while shaking one finger at me, and then you give a big sigh, causing your shirt to pull tighter against your chest. In time with the music you begin to gyrate on my body, one arm up and behind your head, the other softly stroking your knee and thigh. You toss your hair about and look down at me with a smile, rising up to your knees. I can see you’re getting wet, your panties seeming like a small piece of cellophane between us. Your hand moves up your thigh, teasing yourself and me by sliding one finger under the line of your underwear, just barely allowing me a glimpse of the sweet dreams underneath. You pull up your shirt with the other hand, slowly up your stomach, until I can just barley see the bottom of your breasts, then you let it fall back. This hand then goes to your leg, your hip, around your ass, and down, down, to where you can feel my cock hard against my jeans. You smile again and stroke my through my jeans, your other hand now with 2 fingers under your panties. I feel your body getting hot against my skin, and you begin to slowly edge forward, bringing your delight closer to my face.

I am wild with desire. Finally you are so close to me; I can stick out my tongue and touch your panties with the tip, 4 fingers obviously stroking the sweet wetness there. Your other hand pulls down my zipper and reaches inside to grasp my dick. Gently you stroke it, watching as my eye roll back in my head at your gentle touch. You rub the pre-cum around the head of my cock, the slowly bring your hand to your mouth and lick your fingers clean. Your other hand has pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to me, inches form my face yet miles from my tongue. My hands come up again and you slap my wrist. Then you stop, and slowly pull your shirt over your head, tossing it away so that your exposed breasts swing in front of my face. You bend over so I can lick them, sucking on your nipple, then licking underneath with your tits heavy on my face. Then back to the nipples, biting gently until you gasp and pull away.

You ask me how I would like to eat you out, how I would like it if you would let me taste you. I beg for it, “Yes ma’m! Now please,” but you don’t give it to me. Instead you talk to me about how wet you are, and say “would you like to see?” I nod enthusiastically, and you pull your panties aside so I can see you exposed to me, inches from my face. I raise my hands again but you slap them back down.

Holding your panties aside for me, you slowly lean back while sliding your hips up, just enough that I can see you clearly. Then your other hand comes down from holding one breast, pinching the nipple for me, down across your belly until you are just above your clit. You pull up there, spreading yourself open to me, and I see you are very, very wet. I can smell you, enticing me to strain forward to taste you. But you don’t let that happen. Instead you spread yourself with one hand and reach behind you with the other. When you bring it around again, you have a small vibrator in your hand, already buzzing softly. Slowly you begin to tease yourself with it, sliding it up and down your clit and then into your pussy, all inches from my face while I watch. My cock feels like it is going to explode, and you laugh softly at the expression on my face just before you cum noisily, showing me how you get even wetter. Your legs tighten around me, the toy disappears inside you and comes out slick and gleaming, “Oh oh oh!” you cry as you come again, inches from my mouth. You have made me wet with your cum on my neck, and my hands come up again to grab your ass. This time you don’t seem to notice, instead you smile at me seductively and turn the toy off. But you don’t put it away- instead you order me to “open your mouth,” and when I do you place the base of the dildo in between my teeth. I grin around the toy as my hands clench your cheeks even tighter, and you say “Don’t let go of that!”

Then you move up, lining yourself above my face with the vibrator just barely touching your clit. My hands shake in anticipation of what’s about to happen. You reach down with one hand and open your pussy to the toy, your other hand holding yourself steady above me. Slowly you slide down on the dildo, and then back up, then down again a little farther. Finally you feel my mouth and breath on your clit as the toy is all the way inside you. My hands are on your hips, pulling you down farther and you begin to ride the vibrator in my mouth. I watch in ecstasy as it slides inside you and out again, down until my face is buried in your snatch. I scream out with joy and you begin to cum, my teeth clamped onto the toy for risk of losing control of it. I push my head up with each thrust down you make, pushing the toy and my face farther into you. Back and forth your hips move, your hands all over your own body. I gasp as you play with your clit, as you pull your nipples hard enough to stretch them. Then your hand comes down and grabs my hair, pulling me up to you, my eager body responding to yours. Your back arches when you come, and I see you literally orgasm on the toy and into my mouth, screaming “Fuck me!” over and over at the top of your lungs. Just when the waves are about to subside I pull the toy out and spit it aside. I bury my face in your crotch, using my teeth and tongue on the most sensitive parts of your pussy, and my hand slides between your legs to make my fingers slick with you. I begin licking and biting, you begin to feel the come rising again, and suddenly my slick finger is in your ass. You jerk up, but with my other hand I pull you back down. You lean forward, giving me easier access, and I slide another finger in your ass and one in your pussy as I eat your clit from below. You look down at our bodies, your hot breasts swaying as I thrust my fingers into you, you see my face and head between your thighs, slick with sweat and Leah-cum. Your body grinds against me as you start come again, knowing I want it, with my face between your legs and my fingers in your ass. This is the big one! You suddenly and place one hand above your clit and push when you come, squirting all over my face, head, and the bed; my tongue working overtime to make it last as long as possible.
Finally you roll off me, to the side, and lay there panting, hair mussed, tits sweaty, makeup smeared. Your shirt is long gone, and your panties- soaked now- are still pulled to the side.