Sex Story#4: Explosive Orgasm in Hotel Blue Moon

Explosive Sex in Hotel

This is an erotic story between Maria and John’s sexual encounter in a hotel.

Mini and John (both married) were in hotel blue moon room, face to face, like two armies ready for battle. Both embraced and looked at each other as only two lovers can do before they dissolve into one, with emotions running high. They purposely chose the hotel over their own home to try something different than having it in their home and yet erotic.

He held her thin cheeks between her thick hands. He realized how small and delicate his face looked now, when he held it so close and caressed it with his fingers. He ran his thumb across his half-opened lips and put it in his mouth. She closed her eyes and licked it with an irresistible eroticism. Then her lips melted into a passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, burning, unctuous. She felt tickled on her pubes. Her sex was moistened, preparing her for intercourse. She also noticed the increasing pressure of her partner’s penis, rubbing it like an anxious snake in her lower abdomen. She also began to wiggle to feel as close as possible to her erection.

John knew from experience that his wife was no longer that inexperienced, trembling young woman from whom he had taken the flower of her virginity. When he moved like that, he knew what she was asking of him, what he was longing for with his whole being. After all, there was nothing more sexual than a female interested herself.

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Things start to go wild…

He took off his shirt and threw it to the ground. Then he placed himself behind her back and unbuttoned her dress, leaving her firm breasts in the air, which she began to paw until her nipples became hard to the touch. She attacked her neck and her earlobe. She licked and nibbled on them while playing with them, pressing her against her buttocks. Mini felt an electrifying chill run down her spine. Her hair stood up. Gradually, her breathing became more and more synchronized. Several sighs escaped her when he ran through her body with the skill with which the potter works a beautiful piece of porcelain on the lathe to shape it. His right hand slipped under his skirt and down his leg to the forbidden fruit.

At that moment, she stepped aside. She wanted to be comfortable. So she got rid of the dress, leaving only the underwear. She looked at the indelible bulge of her husband’s pants and bit her lower lip, possessed by desire. She coveted it inside. She wanted to feel invaded, to be fulfilled.

She began to caress him over her clothes and he did the same, while her lips and tongues met again. Meanwhile, Mini looked for the strap and nervously unbuttoned it. The pants fell to the ground and he pulled them aside with disdain. They were a hindrance. The fabric of his underpants looked like they were about to burst. He pulled them down and John’s penis leapt forward like a spring. He pushed it towards the bed and made it sit down. He knelt down in front of him, grabbed his member with his tiny white hands and started masturbating it. He was neither big nor small, and although the size of the sword helped, it was no less important that the swordsman knew how to sword and had stamina. And he was resistant, and knew how to handle his sword to satisfy her.

Wrapped up in such thoughts, she went up and down and up her phallus with her tongue. From time to time she looked at him naughty to provoke him and inflame his lividity. From time to time she sucked his glans, went around him in circles, kissed him, and put him in her mouth… As a result of this, he began to moan while touching her hair. On the verge of losing control, he took her in his arms and laid her on the bed, standing beside her and pulling off her underwear, which was torn apart in a corner.

Wild rubbing continued….

He started rubbing her buttocks, waist and breasts. Then she descended to her thighs and ascended again to the triangle of her pubis. John did not like impoverished girls. Neither did the thick jungles. And his wife was one of those who took care of his “garden”, as he liked to call it.

One by one fingering started…

She spread her legs to make his job easier. He massaged the petals of his rose, which opened wide to receive his middle finger, which was mischievously buried in its hollow, moist and willing. Then the ring finger followed and, little by little, John raised the intensity of his massage. You could perfectly hear the sound of his excitement, similar to a splash in a puddle.

She was rubbing his cock and he was working her breasts with his tongue. He then meditated on how pink her areolas and vaginal lips were. And he loved that. He thought there was nothing more feminine than that. If they had been brown, he wouldn’t have been so attracted to them, although he wouldn’t have rejected them either. He kept up the pace of her smear until she began to arch compulsively and grabbed his arm with which he was assaulting her, running between convulsions.

John removed the fingers from the vagina and smelled them before sucking on them. Mmm, smells like a female in heat. I love this smell,” she said. Then he stood on top of her and rubbed his powerful, vigorous sex in her crotch, waving it around like a brush. Stop playing stupid games and fuck me! -his wife exclaimed impatiently, clutching his limb and placing it at the entrance to his orifice. John had managed to drive Mini mad, to bring her back to pure and gross animality. Sometimes, it was fun to be begged. However, he was soon ready to carry out such a pleasant order.

Finally he entered inside her

He slid his penis very slowly into her silky, hot, wet grotto, gaining ground inch by inch, until he managed to sink his weapon completely into its sheath. Experiencing diverse rhythms and intensities, his heartbeat began to accelerate. Both their breathing was in rhythm. Gasps and moans of pleasure composed that wonderful melody. Their senses, intoxicated, floated on a cloud, oblivious to everything else, in a redeeming nirvana. It seemed as if the whole universe had disappeared. Concepts like “you” or “I” lost their meaning. There was only the here and now, the “we”.

John kept kissing her. He liked to feel like he owned all her cavities. Mini hugged him with her legs and scratched his back with her sharp claws, making him bleed. He raised his calves and penetrated her with greater impetus and depth, trying not to waste a single millimeter of his staff.

She indicated without words what she wanted; “Faster”, “slower”, “not so deep”, “touch me here”. He was deciphering her gestures with the mastery with which a musician played a score. What excited him most about the sexual act was seeing his partner enjoying herself madly, making her go wild. And at this point, he had to stop his onslaughts.

What’s going on? Why are you stopping? – asked Mini.

I’ve come close to the point of no return, and I want to last longer. I need some rest. Let’s relax, shall we?

What do you feel like? 69?

No. I’m too sensitive. I can’t take it. But we can try something else. Come,” he said, stretching out on the bed and drawing her thighs into his mouth. He began to lick the button and folds of her vulva. At times he alternated and dipped his tongue in the salubrious humidity of his intimacy, without neglecting his breasts either. She, for her part, rubbed her clitoris, more and more urgently, until she exploded, making her lover taste the pungent smell and the salty liquor of her joy amidst spasms of pleasure.

Now it was Mini’s turn…and John Surrenders

Once she responded, Mini looked at him maliciously and said; Well. Now it’s my turn. Then she withdrew a little behind and began to move her body up and down, riding in a lascivious dance, voraciously sucking her phallus with her slippery cave. Now she was the one who carried the baton, imposing the depth and rhythm of penetration. Her fluids lubricated the delicious intruder. John was beginning to surrender. He would frenziedly devour her nipples or knead her buttocks, pat them or stick a finger up her anus. That’s it… Eat me… Oh, Mini you’re melting me… You’re squeezing me,” he muttered at the edge of his mind. That’s my intention,” she revealed, whispering in his ear. I want you to flood me.

This confession so spurred John’s lust that he fiercely pressed it against her hot body and took the reins of the posture, impaling it with vehemence. Her rush became faster and faster and more anxious until finally it burst, filling her up to the womb. She felt in her entrails her palpitating member, the pearly and warm sperm flowing impetuously and filling her interior. He could feel the liquid spilling out of her phallus and testicles. Both fell sweaty and exhausted over each other.

Do you see what you have achieved, bad girl?

You don’t really think this is how it ends? I’m still not satiated. I want more,” she said, making her husband stand up to her, without taking his penis out of her vagina.

Do you want us to do it in this position?

Yes. I don’t want to waste a single drop of your semen.

And so, embraced, she on him, attached and sticky, they continued their electrifying act, which was gaining intensity until John grabbed her by the thighs and pushed her against the wall.

Like this… Keep going… Don’t stop… Stick it all in… Hit it hard, don’t hold back… Like this… Yes… Yes!..

Everything ended when she shivered happily, in an explosive orgasm in which her secretions mixed with those of her lover, staining the floor of the room.

Both would remember forever that night when Mini became pregnant. And room 069 of the Hotel Blue Moon would keep their most unmentionable secrets.

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