Hotel Rooms

She felt the first orgasm building slowly at first, almost failing to notice it's start, but soon there was no denying what was building in her belly. Her legs started to shake again and she alternated her feet from flat footedness to being on tiptoe as if on hot coals. Her groans were also building, both in frequency and volume. Words were incoherent. She could still feel his fingers playing around her ass, pushing gently on the soft orifice as his fingertips slowly seemed to migrate up inside her, even though in fact, she had not been really been breeched at all.

As the tension of her orgasm approached, she took her breasts into her own hands and massaged them, softly at first yet gaining in intensity. She pinched her nipples and groaned -- he had no way of knowing if he caused her groans or if it were her own handiwork (and he really did not mind either being the cause). He looked up and gazed at her angelic face: eyes screwed shut, mouth open partially as she panted and whined. Her hands were now molesting her own breasts, working them much harder, squeezing, milking, with forefinger and thumbs twisting and pulling on the bullet-sized nipples. She was possessed with the wonderful feelings she was generating in her own breasts.

Suddenly he had her on the very edge of cumming -- so close... so near the peak... her breathing was a series of small, sharp gasps, her pelvis rocking forward pushing as much of her pussy into his mouth as she could stuff. Her legs were nearly numb and coated with her own juices nearly down to the knee....

Building.... Ever building....

"Please....now! Make me cum nooooowwwwww!" She begged, still tormenting her nipples as he tormented her clit.

Her wish was his command, and with a deft repositioning of his hands, he inserted two fingers up her saturated vaginal canal immediately finding her normally elusive g-spot, while placing his lips around her clit. He sucked the hard root of flesh between his lips and then assaulted it with the tip of his tongue. The fingers rasped against her g-spot, causing the muscles across her groin to tighten making the pre-cum contractions almost unbearably but pleasurably intense.

When she came, it was literally 'le petite morte', the little death. The world went slightly out of focus, there was no sense of time passing or even understandable sound. Eminating from her groin, there was a huge flash of heat and what could best be described as intense vibration which shot through her belly, up her spine and down her legs, ending with toes curling tightly into the carpet pile. Eyes screwed shut, mouth gaping in a ragged, soundless scream, her knees sagged as she groaned and her vagina was forced deeper into his waiting mouth. There were flashes of lights, her body stiffened and then she shuddered deeply from within, followed by a near total relaxation that was seconds from passing out. She could barely breathe, and she was coated in sweat, her skin now a slick sheen, the bangs of her hair pasted to her forehead, the only sensations she could absorb was the mouth on her clit, the burning fireworks of her cum and the sensation of wetness pouring from her onto her lover.

He gently held her in his arms and walked his lover over to the table. He had the forethought to put the bed comforter over the table top, but he decided to throw it aside and let her feel the cold table top (a mildly sadistic touch on his part....), and he placed her face down over the table with her stocking clad legs and feet still on the floor. She was still in a post-orgasmic daze when she felt his hands on her ass again. She tried to stand up, but an insistant hand pushed her back down -- she complied and allowed him to do as he pleased.

Her eyes fluttered in disbelief when she realized that the tongue that had slithered her to an orgasm was at it again, but this time it was paying attention to the soft warm pliant globes of her ass. She could feel his hands on each cheek, massaging and caressing, and interposed by kisses and licks and love-bites.

"Spread yourself open for me" he said, more of a demand than a request.

She knew what he wanted now, and thoughts of anal play returned to her, mixing iciy visions of this forbidden play along with hot fantasies of this obscene act, coupled with a momentary memory-flash of her past anal assault at the hands of her 'other life'. She became aware of her pose and how vunerable she was to his whims. She hesitated for a second and then slowly complied with his request, sliding each hand back slowly over her hips and then buttocks reaching back with both hands until she could take each succulent cheek in hand and with a final sigh, slowly and gently drew them apart, exposing her most private place, leaving herself completely open to whatever he had intentions of doing. She felt so nasty -- so wicked -- obscenely displaying her 'secretest of places' to a lover who was going to do such nasty and wicked things to her there.

At first, all she felt was his hot breath -- her ass crack was already moist with sweat from the previous orgasm: the lady cum that dribbled and smeared, and from his insistant fingers, so any sensation was like dripping hot water on her most vunerable parts. His began by kissing and biting her cheeks, not hard enough to leave marks, but enough to make her breath in quickly and stiffen. He would let her relax for a moment, and then resume. Sometimes his hands would touch hers as she presented herself to him. It reassured her but at the same time, amplified the control he had over her.

The tounge started again, now graduating from the plains of her ass cheeks to now just gently tracing the edges of her ass cleft, almost a tickle than a touch. She groaned at the thought of how this must look from a third person's point of view. So obscene, so dirty, so...so...anal. She concentrated on his tongue and reveled in the obscenity of the act. The feelings were ongoing and unceasing, and she prayed that he would not stop until she was proving that whatever he wanted from her, she would gladly, lovingly give.

She slowly also became aware of her pussy becoming moist again, and she knew that his tongue was now making long sweeps from her gaping pussy upwards over her anus and all the way up her ass to the bottom of her spine. The wetness and the sensation of the touch was incredible. Now his tongue became more insistant, pressing harder, and she arched her ass back to him, to become more demanding of what he was doing. Her moans were becoming louder again and she whispered her begging for more of what he was doing.

After what felt like hours, he suddenly stopped the long licks and focused on her nether mouth. Several deep licks and a couple of teasing kisses, and then she again felt the coolness of the air as his face left her saliva slick crack.

"Do you like?" he whispered to his lover, who was now a sweaty soggy writhing woman.

"Oh yesssss.... "she hissed.

"More?"

"Oh god, please give me more...anything more...I want it all. What ever you do, what every you want to do to me, just don't stop...." She pleaded, spreading herself as wide as she could for him, surrendering all access to him.

She was completely exposed now to him -- her cheeks spread as wide as possible: her asshole totally available and her pussy presented like a slit, ripe peach. The feeling of standing like that, deliberately presenting her genitals for his total and sole pleasure was something that she would never even consider doing for the other man in her other life, and it made her burn inside, partially with humiliation, partially with pride, partially with animal lust.

The tongue became something else -- it touched her anus and pushed. She groaned in the reality of what he was trying to do, but she would not try and resist. She felt the coldness of the table top, how her breasts were mashed down hard against the top, partly because of her weight and partly because she was pressing down harder so she could raise her ass up to his mouth, humping in a primal beat. Perhaps now really was the best time to explore anal...?

His mouth was now surrounding her nether mouth, firm and wet. She felt the pressure of his tongue against her and suddenly, she felt her anus expanding, giving way to his pushing regardless of how hard she tried to keep herself closed -- to keep him out. Soft, warm, like a living thing, wriggling and worming its uninvited way up into her guts. It was hot, wet, and relentless, and she could hear the sounds he was making as his tongue sweetly ravaged her.

As he pushed his tongue into her as far as he could, her groan was deep and long. Eyes screwed shut din disbelief, mouth opened in shock as she realized "God, he is in my ass! His tongue is in my ass..., fucking me in my ass with his tongue, and I am loving it, and I want more...never for it to stop."

His tongue probed as deep as it could and then withdrew only to reassault her again and again. She sobbed in contentment when he entered her, and groaned long when he withdrew. She begged and whined when he did not re enter her as quickly as she wanted, all the while pulling her ass wider apart with her hands and at the same time, writhing and humping it up and down as if it were a challenge for him to taste her again. It was the most incredible feeling for her, and it had awakened something primal in her depths.

She felt his fingers now, strumming her clit again as he fucked her ass with his tongue. Between the sensations of his actions coupled with her thoughts about what base thing they were doing to each other, it did not take long for her second orgasm to come to a boil, and she exploded. Her legs again trembled, her hands squeezed and released her buttocks alternately and her sphincter closed down on his tongue like a vice, while her pussy again started to drool lady cum. He could taste the brassyness of her ass mixed with both the saltyness of her sweat and the cream of her most feminine juices. This was just a totally nasty, dirty act, and he loved it -- he loved how she tasted and he loved how she submitted to it. He loved her.

The intensity of her orgasm caused her to see stars, and she felt she could only mumble to him about just how much of a tidal wave that orgasm was. She moaned, growled and whimpered, partly from the intensity and partly from knowing that it had again, ended.

He was not finished with her yet...not by far.

She felt him stir again, and then leaning over her as she still lay on the table, his hands caressing her back while his cock, once again, was trying to place itself along her well licked and laved ass crack.

"Where...?" he asked.

"Oh, please... in my ass.... Please, in my ass...I want you to put it in my ass and cum inside me." she half whispered, half whined. It seemed like another voice, another person talking. In a way, it was: it was the 'other woman' she kept buried inside.

For a moment, she felt nothing and then suddenly she could smell the scent of strawberries followed by a hot liquid feeling in the small of her back. Lotion! Massage lotion or a sex lube of some kind or another. The room was immediately transformed in her imagination into a garden with ripe strawberries. The oil was warm and felt syrupy as he applied it. She cooed in delight with the feeling of his hands on her back, waist, hips and over the soft globes of her arse. Heavenly!

A moment later, she could feel the oil being poured over her again, only this time it was dribbling down the cleft of her ass, pooling momentarily in the dimple of her tight asshole, and then continuing it's flow to her pussy like lava down the side of a Hawaiian volcano. She felt him massage the oil down her crack and then he slowly worked a finger into her ass. Not deep, not hard, not rough...just enough to permit the lube to enter her and do what it was supposed to do. His finger felt amazing, as it slid effortlessly into her. No discomfort, no pain...just a sensation of being filled.

Her hands took a grip on the edge of the table, and she lifted her ass up to give his fingers even more access. Her bobbing ass was beautiful, swinging slowly and saucily.

"Now?" she whined, "Will you take my ass now?"

"No" was the unexpected reply.

She looked over her shoulder confused. Didn't he WANT to fuck her ass?

Smiling, he spoke softly to her: "My love, I am not going to take your ass... you are going to take my cock with your ass". She was stunned: he was not only going to get to fuck her anally, but she was going to have to do the work. He would position himself, but she was going to impale herself on him.

Hands on her hips to guide her, he slowly let his cock slide up and down her well greased ass cleft, and the sensation made her moans start up again. He would rub his prick up and down her ass like a bow playing across a violin's strings, and then he would stop, reposition himself so his prick was pointing down and then do the same thing to her mons, sliding his bulbous head up and down her dewy vaginal slit. She made all kinds of content mewing sounds, and the rotating movements of her ass were driving him crazy and well to the point of an oncoming orgasm.

He stopped the movement and positioned himself at her 'back door' and after applying lube to his own cock one more time, he told her that "it is now time"

She took a breath, repositioned her hands on the edge of the table and began to slowly, ever so slowly push back on his cock. At first, his cockhead stayed on the rosebud of her sphincter but even with the lube it did not slide beyond her little ring of anal muscle. More determined, she pushed back harder, arching her back at the same time. She felt the front of his thighs against the back of her legs and was pleased to feel his skin again touching hers. Almost imperceivably at first, she felt the muscle of her ass slowly start to widen and part as the crown of his cock migrated forward into her. As it penetrated, her asshole expanded wider, the lube ensuring that there would be no resistance or friction. She could not stop what was happening even if she wanted.

Now the head was completely buried in her ass. She nearly swooned at the feeling of ass-splitting pressure and the knowledge that she had just given up her ass so deliberately. Her eyes bulged, her mouth hung open slightly and her hands tightened on the table edge as she tried not to slip. Her soft breasts were squashed against the table top and she had a fleeting wish that he could take them in his hands again and treat them roughly. She pushed back again, this time her ass gulped down nearly half of his manhood. Her groans were guttural, primal, while her eyes bugged out and then screwed tight. The tremor in her thigh muscles started up again, and she was on tiptoes as she screwed her ass back onto him, feeling him being eased up the tight tube of her rectum.

From where he stood, she was magnificent -- laying flat on the table, bum in the air, softly and slowly pumping and grinding back onto the cock that had bunged her sweet succulent ass. "She is the butterfly on a pin" he thought.

She continued to push back and grunted with every push. "Now I know how a lamb on a spit feels" she reflected between the twinges of her protesting asshole. "I feel so open and violated...I love this". With a final deliberate shove backwards she impaled herself fully on his cock. There was no more to insert. She had it all. Her head sagged, her pussy dribbled, she had a sheen of sweat on her back, and her groans and moans were primal. She even drooled ever so slightly from her mouth. "I have him all inside me" she realized. "This is so hot and wicked -- I have my man's cock in my ass as deep as I can get it, and I am loving it".

Now, he pushed back and slowly started to withdraw, and she whimpered at the feeling of him doing so. He never let his cockhead leave her, and taking control, he ran himself fully into her again. The breath was almost knocked out of her as she felt him jam himself into her, all the way in until his pubic hair was tight against her hairless little hole.

She felt like she was being pried apart with velvet wedges. She was open from one end to the other, or at least that is how it felt. His cock was like a hot poker, reaming her out, worming itself in tight, spreading her. He could feel every pulse her ass made, like an gloved hand milking him, while she could swear she could feel every vein, rib and edge on his manhood as it slickly slid in and our of her like a piston. She raised herself slightly on her forearms, took a tight grip on the table edge and forced herself back onto his cock, ramming herself backwards to meet his forward thrust. "He is fucking my guts and I am taking it like his bitch..." was all that went through her mind.

When it came, her orgasm felt like it was ongoing and endless.... She had never imagined that an anal orgasm was achievable and what she experienced was mind-ripping -- her head swam, her body arched like cat, her anus contracted around his cock like she was trying to bite it off and keep it inside. She trembled and went rigid, hands gripping the table like it was life support. She was coated in sweat (hers and his) and strawberry lube. Her breasts were dripping and small droplets had accumulated between them on the table.

For him, it hit him like a tornado -- suddenly it was just there, and all he could do was push as much of himself into her before he unloaded his seed deep in her bowels. She could swear that she felt the strands of his cum as it ejaculated scalding her inside. A 'sperm enema'...That sounded so gross, but then she figured that having the 'runs' tomorrow was a small price for the mind-blowing experience she just had (and would have again, and again, as time when on with this amazing man). Her anus was throbbing and tingling. Perhaps even stretched a bit uncomfortably but it was soooo worth it. She was glad she allowed it all to happen, how she could work past the fear from her previous singular anal encounter.

He gently swept her up in his arms and placed her on the bed. He carefully gave her a warm sponge bath, using the hotel room's towels. He started at her temples and slowly worked down to her toes, leaving no place untouched. Gently rolling her over, he then started at her toes and worked upwards. He spent a lot of time and attention on her ravaged ass, noticing that her anal mouth was still slightly agape, with a little dribble of semen showing. It was amazing to watch how it slowly closed itself.

Finally, she was sated. He went on to then wash himself.

When he finished, he noticed her looking at him, like a cat with a bowl of sweet cream: she stretched like that same contented cat and offered him a mischevious grin. "My turn..." she purred.

He smiled back and said, "Okay my darling, but just give me a moment to recover".

She stretched out again, showing off her lithe, taunt body, and then, reaching her hand out to him, she smiled wickedly and said: "sorry lover ... you don't have a moment...".