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The Hotel Fetish

The moment I stepped into the lavish hotel lobby, my heart raced with anticipation. The dim lighting, silky carpets, and subtle moaning emanating from the elevator stirred something primal within me. I was here for a reason, a reason that sent a shiver down my spine.

As I checked-in, the receptionist, a busty blonde with a seductive smile, handed me my key card. “Room 419, Mr. Johnson,” she purred, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I hope you enjoy your stay.” Her words hung in the air, laden with innuendo.

Heart pounding, I made my way to the elevator, desperately trying to suppress the growing hardness in my pants. As the elevator doors closed, I caught a glimpse of a stunning woman in the lobby. She was tall, curvaceous, with legs that seemed to stretch for miles. She glanced my way, her eyes locking with mine, a sly smile playing on her crimson lips.

My floor arrived, and I stumbled out, my pulse quickening. Room 419 was just down the hall. Unlocking the door, I stepped inside and froze. There on the bed, draped in nothing but a sheer silk sheet, was the woman from the lobby. She propped herself up on her elbows, the sheet slipping dangerously low, revealing the lace edge of a black bra.

“You’re late,” she scolded playfully, her voice a purr. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She rose gracefully from the bed, the sheet cascading to the floor, revealing her stunning nude body. I swallowed hard, my eyes roving over her curves.

“I…I’m sorry,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. She sauntered towards me, her hips swaying seductively. “No matter,” she cooed, reaching up to untie my tie. “You’re here now.” Her fingers deftly unfastened each button of my shirt, her nails grazing my chest with each one.

As my shirt hit the floor, she pressed her body against mine, her breasts crushingly soft against my chest. Her lips found my neck, trailing hot kisses along my throat. I groaned, my hands reaching for her hips, pulling her closer.

She guided me back towards the bed, pushing me down. I watched, transfixed, as she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. Her fingers traced teasing circles on my chest as she leaned down, her lips hovering inches from mine. “I’m going to make this a night you won’t forget,” she whispered, her breath hot against my lips.

And she did just that. Her lips moved to my chest, her tongue flicking over my nipples. I gasped, arching my back as her hands roamed lower, unfastening my belt and unzipping my pants. She slid them off, along with my boxers, leaving me bare and aching.

She took me in her hand, stroking me slowly, watching as I writhed beneath her touch. Then, without warning, she took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my shaft. I threw my head back, a guttural moan escaping my lips.

She worked me expertly, her mouth and hand moving in tandem, taking me deeper with each stroke. I felt myself building quickly, my hips bucking of their own accord. Just as I neared the edge, she pulled away, a wicked grin on her face.

“Not yet,” she purred, moving up my body. She straddled me again, reaching between us to guide me to her entrance. I felt the heat of her, the wetness, and I nearly lost control. With a swift movement, she lowered herself onto me, taking me deep inside.

We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. She rode me hard and fast, her hips slamming against mine, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I gripped her hips, pulling her down onto me, drowning in the sensation of her silken walls wrapped around me.

Our moans filled the room, blending with the creaking of the bed. She leaned down, her hair falling around us like a curtain, and kissed me hard, her tongue plunging into my mouth.

I felt my orgasm building again, intense and overwhelming. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, stroking it in time with her movements. She gasped, her walls clenching around me, and then she was coming, her body shaking above me.

That was all it took to send me over the edge. I exploded inside her, my body convulsing with the force of my release. We moved together, riding out the waves of our pleasure until we collapsed, spent and panting.

She collapsed beside me, her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. “That was incredible,” I managed, my voice hoarse.

She laughed, a throaty sound. “We’re just getting started,” she purred, her hand already tracing circles on my chest again. I groaned, feeling myself already hardening at her touch. I knew this was going to be a long, incredible night.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, I stirred, my body aching deliciously. The space beside me was empty, the sheets cold. I sat up, blinking in the light, trying to make sense of the night before.

Then I saw it – a note on the pillow beside me. ‘Until next time,’ it read, and beneath it, a number. With a grin, I reached for my phone, already dialing. This wasn’t the end – it was just the beginning.