The Hotel Hookup - Sex Stories

The Hotel Hookup

... pressing outward in every direction.

I let go some of the tension I didn't know I was holding when I felt his gnarled bush against me. He responded by pushing my legs upwards and my entire body towards him, somehow pressing deeper, finding more cock to fill me. His wide, wide base now spread me to that painful point again...but only for a count of ten.

Then it was purely pleasure. A relaxed feeling. Just being full, being wrapped around his pole in all directions, inside me as far as possible.

Moments later he began to move his hips. He slid away from me in a smooth, even manner some half his length, then pushed back inside to his full press.

He followed with another one. His sack pulled away from the upper part of my crack with a sloppy, sticky feeling. A second later he returned himself and I felt the fat bag make contact again.

My brain went into a subconscious mode. It was 'need', pure and simple. It was a feeling I call 'cock drunk' in a fugue where all that matters is someone inside me.

His movements were almost exact, precise. It felt so though he were pulling out exactly to the same millimeter every time. The unreal sensitivity in my nerves and my visual memory could almost fool me into thinking I actually felt that huge, pronounced vein as it rode against the side of my greedy ring.

When he pulled out, my vision was hazy. I glanced at him, "Lay down on your stomach, here."

I could barely function as I flipped over. I felt him press my legs ...

... together with his and his knob probe my hole. My want rolled my hips upwards to make contact with him.

With a certain familiarity and practiced ease, he pressed inside me in one easy movement. His head smashed into my prostate like a bullet and I yelped in surprise.

"Oh no. No crying out. You're going to take me. You're going to take my cock all night if I want." He whispered in my ear as he lay down on top of me.

His body covered mine, but for where my legs were inside his. My arms were splayed and he held them away in his hands the hair on his chest stuck to my back in a mingling of our sweat.

He only moved his hips. The effect was that I could feel him pull not only with my asshole but between my cheeks. The wet, slippery feeling was just fuel on the fire of the need that was eating through my consciousness.

"You like my cock, don't you?" He grunted into my ear in a low growl.

I exhaled a long "Yes" in barely a whisper.

He grunted as he worked himself in and out, lightly cooling my ass as he'd pull up. "You want my cum, don't you? Your little ass wants to pull my cum out of my balls. Your tight little ass wants me."

"Yes" I hissed again. I drove my hips up into his on his down stroke, desperate to feel that wide base in me, instead of stuck against my cheeks.

Every slam into my prostate made me feel oozing out of my prick, jammed into the duvet. It sent a shockwave that would slam against the feeling from my asshole, melding and rushing into my ...