…Then her legs shot forward just like on the train and I knew she was having an intense orgasm. Abby was having trouble keeping her head between Vi’s thighs and eventually lifted her head and slowly moved off to the side. Once she sat upright I could pussy juice glistening on her lips and chin and Vi’s thighs were drenched, her pussy gaping open with excitement. Abby dropped into a chair, leaning back looking very satisfi...

My cock squirted hot sticky cum into her throat, she pulled my cock out so the next burst landed on her lips and chin as she stroked my cock faster and faster and my knees buckled. She licked the last few drops off the end of my cock, swallowing with a large slurp and with a devilish grin said, “Let’s get to the hotel to fuck some more."  ----------------------------------- Vi stood and smoothed her skirt down her gorgeou...

"Hi. I am here to see Miss Kate Watson." I told the very busy receptionist of the Plaza hotel. "Room No. 3205," informed the attractive receptionist, after a quick glance at the hotel records. I took the lift for the third floor reluctantly. Even now, after coming this far, I was not sure if I should be meeting her. With every second I thought, I must run back, and not meet Miss Kate, but my lack of options didn't let me...

Jill Blackthorn paused at the entrance to give her eyes a chance to adjust to the darkness. The club was dark, the air was clear, and the music mercifully soft and low. Jill hated the loud, smokey places packed with men and women screaming - trying desperately to be heard over the drone of loud, tasteless music. Jill wore her long dark hair shoulder length; it bobbed gently with each step she took in her slightly too high...

I knew Kelly was a different kind of girl. She stood at about five feet nine with a slender build. Her long hair encased her fair, feminine face and big brown eyes. By the way Kelly wore her red short cocktail dress, I could see she kept in shape. Her tits were about an A or B cup with perky nipples and her ass was round and firm to the touch. After several drinks at the hotel bar, Kelly flashed her inner thighs as she ca...

The reunion was my idea. It had been ten years since I had seen any of my college friends. We'd all promised to stay in contact, but I moved from London to Nashville, Tennessee shortly after I graduated and I'd lost contact with most of them. I still sent Christmas cards to a few of them, but that was it. We had all been so hopeful and naive when we left college, I wondered if any of their dreams had come true. I had plan...

We pull into one of the car spaces and get out of the car. Grabbing our bags from the boot, you lock the car and we head towards the front door. The hotel is about forty stories tall on first glance and all white with lots of tinted windows and balconies for every room. The lights in the windows make the whole building glimmer with warmth. Once inside we walk up to the reception desk, a long bench made of polished mahogan...

As Jane pulled her tight black dress up over her firm bare bum she shivered with excitement at the thought of the night to come. She always had a good night when she went out with her two friends Nicole and Susan. Pulling the dress over her firm breasts the material brushed her bare, erect nipples. She loved the thrill of not wearing underwear on a night out.As she walked into the bar heads turned as her curvaceous hips a...

My name is Anna Stockhouse from Louisiana. Ever since I can remember, I've been in love with Nick Carter. My love for him was very innocent and as I got older my feelings have become stronger and more sexual. I would masturbate over him two or three times a week dreaming that some day I would make love to the sexiest guy on the planet. Nick Carter was gorgeous - tall, blonde, blue eyed.As Nick Carter from the Backstreet B...

I must admit I stood there for a full minute not quite able to take in exactly what had just happened. Not just in the preceding few minutes since reaching my hotel room but the evening as a whole.This sort of thing just doesn't happen to me. I’ve never found it easy to ‘pick up’ (I hate that phrase) women, especially in a bar or well, anywhere to be honest. Yet here I was with someone I had only known for a few hours, ha...