Spanish Hospitality - Sex Stories

Spanish Hospitality

... cock bottomed out and began to slide in and out. It didn't take long to find their accustomed rhythm, Matt pulling back until his cock nearly escaped, then pushing back in, deeper and deeper.

Fiona was matching him now, her hips rolling and he could feel her squeezing him with her pussy walls. She did her Kegel exercises regularly and used an exerciser as well, something he loved to watch, seeing her push it into her pussy and then squeeze it. He'd often masturbate while she did it, and many a time they'd cum together.

There was no feeling like being inside her though, and he could feel his arousal building, sensing that she too was now moving with more intent. "Cum inside me," she whispered, "I want to feel you dribbling out of me all day." He was pleased she wanted that, he loved cumming inside her pussy and on occasions her arse, knowing what it meant to them both.

Faster and faster they moved and he felt her body tense as her orgasm washed through her, her pussy clamping down harder on his cock as he felt his own climax start low down in his balls, spreading upwards through his body as he erupted inside her, filling her up as spurt after spurt sprayed from his cock.

They stilled and kissed tenderly as Matt felt his cock soften and slip out of her. He rolled away and they lay wrapped in each other's arms. "For the avoidance of doubt," she said, "that's just how I want to be woken up every day this week. Now we really do have to get a move on or we'll be late." ...

... With that she rolled away and off the bed, her hand cupping her pussy as Matt's spunk started to slip out of her. She went into the en-suite and he could hear her peeing as he lay back, idly toying with his now deflated cock, before getting up and joining her in the bathroom.

They were both looking forward to the holiday, but especially Fiona. It had all started with one of her regular FaceTime sessions with her sister who now lived in Spain, having married a local. She'd been there for about ten years now, and although they kept in regular touch by video or Chat, Fiona did miss her big sister. They would meet up occasionally, when her sister, Felicity, or Fliss as she liked to be called was in England, but it was not often enough.

She was married to a Spaniard and they had a good life living near Malaga, Miguel, her husband, was some sort of high powered consultant and they had a good life, sadly with no children. They had just bought a new house, which Fliss described as being nestled in the hills not far from Malaga with amazing views. She'd invited them out to see it and stay for as long as they wanted, but work constraints meant that ten days was about the maximum they could squeeze in and so they'd booked flights and were now setting off.

Gatwick was about as rammed as it could be, the long queues for security seemed never ending, but finally they were at their departure gate, waiting for the incoming flight. Fortunately everything seemed to be on time and they ...