[Part One Here]

There is something different about fucking in hotels. It is all at the same time more wonderful and less wonderful than a bedroom. It’s like sex in public… but not. There’s a luxurious freedom about them, and yet, these cookie cutter rooms are a little cold.

This particular room had a sink and mirror outside the bathroom instead of within, and as I stood in front of it, washing my hands, the Engineer snaked his arms around my waist – I melted a little. My pigtails had come a little loose, and my curls were even more wild than before. A reflection of my arousal, I thought to myself.

The Engineer began to unbutton my blouse, pulling it off to reveal my favorite red bra, my breasts full, pushed up, and nearly spilling out the top. Next to go down was the zipper on my purple plaid schoolgirl skirt, and then my red cherry-printed g-string. Finally, he unlatched my bra, and I was pressed, pale and naked, against him, unable to look away from our reflection in the mirror.

“You like looking at yourself,” he murmured into my ear.

“It’s sexy looking at us,” I responded, and we began kissing, deep and pressing passionately against one another’s lips. I don’t remember how he got naked, only that suddenly he pushed me onto my knees on the floor and his clothes were off, and his long, hard cock was in my face. I took it in excitedly, and he pressed it hard into my mouth.

I like the challenge, but he is too big for me. Except… he found it hot when I gagged… and I found it hot that he found it hot. And the more times I tried, the deeper he got. I relished in the taste of his balls, sucking them gently before moving back to the real prize. He groaned appreciatively, then grabbed my arm, pulling me roughly to the bed and bending me over.

“Look,” he pulled my hair so I would shift my gaze to the wall to the right of me. Another mirror – perfectly positioned to see myself on all fours, my long hair clenched ferally in his fist, his pelvis rocking, then thrusting, then slamming into my pussy from behind.

“That’s so hot,” I gasped. I watched, my back continually arching in pleasure, until finally I couldn’t even see anymore, my head bent nearly into the sheets and my ass high into the air.

We fucked like that until he flipped me over, carnal, instinctive, pulling my legs up to his chest, filling me deep. It was hotel sex, loud and nasty, full of moans and name-screaming, sweaty, perfect. I came here, his dick stroking that place inside me I can never quite reach, watching his face contort in pleasure at his own closeness to orgasm.

A final positioning, back to him impaling me from behind. He smacked my ass. Surprised by the gesture, I shuddered in pleasure. “Yes,” I said softly. The next spank was less tentative.

“Oh, yes!” I cried into the pillows. He continued – spank! “Yes!” Spank! “Yeees!” Over and over, and then he pulled out,

“Are you ready to taste me?” It wasn’t a question, it was more of a demand. I let out another resounding “yes!” and turned towards him, mouth open, ready for the hot treat he’d promised days before.

All over my face, some in my mouth, but lots tantalizingly dripping down my chin. I couldn’t help but lick the rest of him clean, too, a pleased smirk on my face.

We lay there for a little bit, not exactly post-coital cuddling, but not doing the hook-up dash for clothes, either.

“You don’t know how hot you are to me,” he said, and I don’t remember what I said in response, but I remember thinking I was pretty lucky to have someone who I thought was extraordinarily hot and fantastic in bed who felt the same way about me and my body and our chemistry together.

We cleaned up, then went to sleep. We were going to have just as much fun the next day.

To be continued…