Hotel’s Backdoor

He watched her as she walked up the third story staircase to their hotel room. Her thin summer skirt clung to her hips and curved smoothly over her ass, shifting and swaying with each step. They had both come from dinner and despite their conversations, his eyes kept slithering up her legs. But only as high up as the damned skirt would allow.

She had reached the door. The room opened up into a large suite and she didn’t even have time to take off her heels before he took her by the waist. The door closed and she could feel his hot breath on her ear, “I’m going to fuck your ass.”

She started to turn. She wanted to tell him that he could go fuck himself but he was already grabbing her tits, squeezing them firmly in his palms. She squealed and tried to pull away but he only held her even more closely, her back against his chest, her ass pressed into his crotch. “Stop it!” His hands began to work. He massaged her, teased and pinched her nipples through her shirt and bra. “No,” her voice had weakened. Maybe even a hint of a moan.

“You say no. But your nipples are hard, you little whore.” He taunted. A hand left her breast and slid up her thigh and under that summer skirt that had taunted him all night. Beneath, he could feel the cotton at the mouth of her cunt. It was damp. And with a stroke of his fingers he felt them soak through. He laughed, “What a slut. Your cunt is dripping wet. You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you?”

Again she tried to turn to fight him, to show him that he is wrong. But his hands were back up to her breasts. He was opening her blouse. “No,” her mind raced. She felt her bra slide up over her tits and her body shuddered as he squeezed her puffy brown nipples. If she was thinking about stopping him, her body wasn’t. Her ass pressed into his crotch, rubbing it, as if begging to be fucked.

“You see these tits, bitch. They are mine. Your ass and cunt, mine. If I want to fuck them, I will,” he gives her tits another squeeze. This time there was definitely a moan, “And you’ll enjoy it.”

“T-they belong to you.” Her voice was full of wanting, “Do what ever you want.”

His lips covered hers and he could feel it. He could feel how much she wanted to get fucked. “That’s a good little slut.” His hand pressed onto her ass, pushing her further into the suite and to the ornately decorated couch. He sat down in front of her and opened his dress pants. “Get on your knees and suck my cock, bitch.”

She slowly fell to her knees and positioned herself between his legs. She was so close that she could smell how good his sex was. Then he reached out and pinched both nipples. “Now.”

She whimpered as she obeyed, taking him into her mouth. “Good slut,” he moans, “Good.” With the feel of her mouth hot on his cock and how well she and her body complied, it didn’t take long for his cock swell. When it did, it became time. He told her to stand and turn around. She did.

He slid his hands up the length of her thighs and pulled down the soaking panties, but only to the tops over her knees like some slutty school girl. He grinned, the mouth of her cunt was slick with juices. From his inner coat pocket he pulled her thin red vibrator. He had wanted to fuck her like this all night and planned well. He used her cunt juices to lubricate it, letting the length of it slide back and forth across her slit. She didn’t resist it. When she felt it again he was holding her waist as he pushed it inch by delicious inch into her ass. She lets out a low moan as it reached its limit. Then it was turned on. She starts, but he holds her. “You like it don’t you.”

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