Hot women’s erotica in this passionate story of lust and desire
Author: MK Elliott Categories: Romantic Sex, Written by Ladies, Couples Fucking, Free Erotic StoriesComment
They’d been teasing each other all day.
All through the boring meetings, they’d subtly flirted, hoping the other associates at the law firm didn’t notice there was a growing heat smouldering between them. They were away on a business retreat-come-team building event, and normally Leanne hated these things. But since she’d got together with her colleague, Michael, she’d found herself not minding having to spend her weekend working, especially since they were in a luxury hotel and spa, with bedroom suites that were as big as her London flat.
During the afternoon meetings, Leanne had lifted the end of her pencil to her lips, sliding it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. She’d made sure Michael, who’d been sitting across the large mahogany boardroom table, had held her gaze the entire time. Her voyeur as she teased him.
In return, during coffee breaks, he’d taken every opportunity to brush past or lean up against her, pushing the hardness in his suit trousers to her lower back, or ‘accidentally’ sweeping his hand across her breast, her nipples crinkling beneath her tight black bodysuit. The outfit was admittedly too sexy for this kind of event, but her intention was that he noticed her. Besides, she’d taken personal pleasure in not wearing either a bra or panties beneath her clothes. She’d relished whispering that piece of information to Michael, watching his dark eyes light up with excitement and then darkening further with lust.
Now the meetings were over, and they had a couple of hours before they were expected to come back down for dinner with their colleagues. She had every intention that they’d spend their time making the most of these illicit moments together.
Checking none of their colleagues had followed, they reached the door to Michael’s hotel room. He glanced down the wide corridor behind them one more time to make sure they wouldn’t be seen, unlocked the door, then grabbed her hand and yanked her inside.
Relationships were frowned upon by the law firm’s partners. It would get them both in serious trouble if they were found out, but that had only made the sparks between them more intense. Leanne had always been someone who, if told she couldn’t have something, would want it all the more.
Lighting in the suite was on low—sexy and moody, just like Michael. With his messy dark hair, stubble, and pink shirt, he certainly didn’t look like a lawyer.
He slammed the door shut behind them and she pushed him up against the panelled wall. The build-up of all the waiting and flirting through the day of endless meetings had made this all the sexier.
Finally, they were alone.
Leanne touched his jaw, his stubble grazing her fingertips. Their faces were inches apart, breathing each other in, savouring the moment. Unable to hold back any longer, they crashed together. Their lips parted, tongues tangling. Within seconds, they were both breathing hard.
“God, you have no idea the filthy things that have been going through my head all day.” Michael groaned, dragging her against him.
Leanne bit her lower lip and gazed up at him through her eyelashes. “I’m pretty sure I can guess since the same things have been going through mine.”
“You are such a tease, naughty girl. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“So, what are you waiting for?”
She took his hand and pressed it to her breast, and then moved it down, tracing the curves of her body until he reached beneath her skirt. Her hold-ups meant the tops of her thighs were bare—she couldn’t stand tights—and her lack of underwear meant the only thing between his fingers and her pussy was the bottom of her bodysuit. He rubbed her over the top of the material, hunger in his eyes. Arousal coiled low in her belly at the friction against her tender folds and the swollen nub of her clit. She sucked his finger into her mouth, slow and sexy, giving him a taste of what was to come.
He slammed her up against the opposite wall, and got to work, ridding her of her little cream skirt, leaving her in only the bodysuit and hold-ups. They ground on each other like a couple of horny teenagers. The hard bulge of his erection jammed up hard against her pussy and she angled her hips, wanting him, needing him. Little moans escaped her lips, her breaths coming faster.
Desperate to get her hands on him, Leanne reached for the button of his trousers. She’d been waiting for this all day. She dropped to her knees and freed his cock. Michael had a perfect dick—long and thick, the head dark and smooth, the length heavily veined. She loved the scent of him, salty and musky, and she inhaled deeply.
She lifted her eyes to his and steadied the base of him with her hand, before parting her lips and sliding them over the smooth head. He tasted so good and her body reacted, her pussy clenching, sending a pulse of wetness into the material between her thighs. She sank down his shaft, bobbing back and forth, never breaking eye-contact. Sliding her mouth back up his length, she peppered the head with kisses.
“God, I love your cock,” she told him between licks.
He fisted his hand in her hair, the movement tugging on her scalp. “I love that you love it.”
Michael lowered his head and kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Could he taste himself? The idea made her even wetter.
He pulled her to her feet and turned her around, so her back was to him. She reached between her thighs and popped open the buttons of her bodysuit, the material already dampened with her juices.
Michael’s cock nudged her from behind, and he bent his knees slightly, bringing his dick level with her pussy. The bell-end pressed between her wet, smooth folds, and she hinged at the waist, pushing her ass out towards him, bracing herself in the doorframe. There was a moment of resistance then he thrust his hips, penetrating her. His cock stretched her pussy, her wetness lubricating the way.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, her head hung.
Every inch of him inside her felt like heaven. He slid deep and then gave another little thrust, as though he wanted to lose himself inside her completely. He reached around and yanked up her top to expose her tits. The warm air of the hotel room kissed her bare skin. He cupped her breasts, squeezing and tugging her nipples into peaks, while he moved deep inside her.
Leanne twisted her head, trying to capture his lips with hers, but they were both lost in the heady-lust of their fucking. Kisses became frantic nips, and when their lips met they inhaled each other’s gasps. He slammed into her, his jaw clenched with fierce determination. Her mind swam with pleasure and her thighs quivered, her belly taut.
They were still in the hallway of the hotel suite and hadn’t made it much beyond the door. Her legs trembled from the exertion and she was sure Michael was feeling the same way. The soft expanse of the hotel bed invited them, and he slid from her body and took her hand, leading her.
The bed was as luxurious as the rest of the room, with a deep mattress, feather pillows, and high thread count sheets. The backs of her thighs met with the softness of the sheets and she pulled herself up, sliding her bare ass onto the bed. She kept Michael between her thighs, hooking her feet around his back to make sure he knew exactly where she wanted him.
He gazed down at her. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
Warmth at his compliment flooded through her. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He smirked back at her. “I can do better than that.”
Kneeling between her legs, he took hold of his hard cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit. She was so wet, and he smeared her cream over her clit, applying pressure. She rocked against him. The attention on the little bundle of nerves and the coil of arousal wound tighter, and she found herself reaching for her orgasm.
She groaned. “Give it to me.”
He continued to rub his cock against her clit. “Give what to you?”
“Tease,” she pouted.
He angled his cock back down, allowing the head to dip into her channel. She lifted her hips, wanting more, but he pulled back again, leaving her needy.
“That’s so mean.”
He smirked again. “What is? You mean this.”
He repeated the motion, sliding tantalisingly up and down her pussy, the smooth head swirling over her clit, before he changed the angle slightly and penetrated her slow and deep. This time, she took it all.
Leanne threw her head back, dark hair fanning across the mattress, and moaned in pleasure. He took hold of her legs and pushed them back, her knees up, thrusting deeper.
Making sure he couldn’t get away, she hooked her heels over his shoulders. Michael found her fingers with his and he pinned her hands to the bed on either side of her head as he fucked her.
Oh God, that felt insane. She loved being able to let go like this. In her working life, she always had to be mindful of how she came across to others, but here, with Michael, she could completely lose control.
Michael released her hands to thumb her clit.
Her pleasure intensified with his touch, condensing low in her belly. Every muscle in her body tensed and she teetered on the edge of her orgasm. Her gasps became cries, and she clutched at the sheets, trying to ground herself, to stop herself spinning away on a whirlwind of pleasure. She didn’t want this to end yet, but she was already there, unable to hold off any longer.
She squeezed her eyes shut as her first orgasm of the evening burst through her, the tightening that had been building at her core exploding through her body. She released the sheets to clutch at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She bucked and writhed beneath him, her pussy pulsing around his cock. Wave after wave shuddered through her, tingling from her breasts right down to her curling toes. She had no idea how Michael managed to hold back his climax, but he did, making sure she was in for a second helping.
She was breathing hard, her skin damp with perspiration.
Michael gave her a moment, letting her come down, though he kept his thick, hard cock embedded inside her. Both the racing of her heart and her breathing slowed, but not for long. He pulled up her top and ducked his head to her breasts, sucking one of her already sensitive nipples into his mouth. Hot wetness enveloped her sensitive skin. She arched her back, pressing herself to him, a gasp filtering from her lips. His tongue swirled around her areola and then he grazed the hardened peak with his teeth, sending fresh shivers of arousal down through her core. He did the same to her other breast, licking, sucking, swirling, and then kissed his way up to her neck.
He lifted his mouth from her neck and sat up. Still positioned between her thighs, he pulled out of her, as though knowing how much she enjoyed the sight of his huge cock, slicked with her cream. She lifted her hands over her head, gripping the sheets tightly, preparing herself to be fucked once more.
But Michael had other ideas. He dropped down onto the bed beside her and kicked away his underwear.
She pushed herself up and swung her leg over his hips, settling herself down onto his cock. Her pussy was already wet and swollen and well fucked, and she felt every inch of him sliding deep inside her.
“Fuck, that’s incredible,” he groaned, grabbing her arse.
She bounced up and down, and he helped her movements, his fingers digging into the smooth flesh.
Leanne reached for the buttons at his throat. He still wore the pink shirt he’d been in all day, tantalisingly hiding his perfect torso beneath cotton and buttons. She pulled it open and grazed her palms over his skin, loving the feel of the solid, taut muscle beneath. Michael might be a lawyer, but that didn’t mean he was chained to his desk. He was no stranger to the gym and he often spent his weekends climbing or wakeboarding, depending on the weather.
She rode him hard, the room filling with her cries and the slapping of their skin. She caught the salty tang of sweat and sex in her nostrils, and the sheets were already damp beneath them.
Michael sat up, so she was sitting in his lap, her arms wound around his neck. He kissed her again, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She laced her fingers in his hair, pressing herself closer, her breasts crushed to his chest, his cock still deep inside her. They continued their movements, her hips nudging against his, and then Michael ducked his head to bury his face in her breasts, while she tightened her grip in his hair.
He turned on his side, spilling her onto the bed and sliding from her for just long enough to get into their new position. He pulled her ass into him, and he penetrated her from behind, spooning her.
She twisted to kiss him, and reached between her thighs, seeking her clit. She applied the perfect amount of pressure and rubbed herself in fast little flicks, strumming herself towards climax. Michael’s hand gripped her hip, holding her in place while he slammed into her from behind. Her tits bounced with every stroke.
Oh God. She was so close again, hovering on the edge of her second orgasm. She wanted Michael to come with her, to fill her up, and experience the same pleasure she did.
His hips pistoned, fucking her harder, faster. She could tell he was about to lose it, his erection an iron rod inside her.
“I’m gonna come.” His breath was hot and heavy in her ear. “Ah, fuck, Lea. Your pussy is so tight.”
“Come,” she gasped, “I want to feel you filling me up.”
“That’s it, baby, milk me. Take my cum.”
Her cries shattered through the room. “Oh, God, oh, God.”
Her inner muscles rippled, clamping down around his cock, as her second orgasm swept her away in a tidal wave. His fingers dug hard into her thigh, his face contorting with pleasure. His cock jerked inside her and then he pulled out, milky streams of cum spurting onto her bare pussy.
They slumped in each other arms, their chests lifting and falling in rhythm as they caught their breath. Michael’s heartbeat thudded against her back.
“You deprived me of my cum,” she said, dipping her finger in the salty fluid on her bare mound and lifting it to her lips. She popped out her tongue, and lapped at the tip, tasting his musky salt. She pressed a smile between her lips. “Mmm, delicious.”
“You filthy bitch,” he said, though she knew he was loving every second.
“Only with you around.”
He pulled her tighter into his arms. “Good to hear it.”
She kissed him, warmth and happiness spreading through her.
“How much longer have we got before we have to put our business faces back on and pretend to be only work colleagues?” she asked between kisses.
He groaned. “Not much longer. I hate having to sit there and pretend like I don’t want to tear your clothes off and fuck you over the boardroom table.”
She touched her fingers to his jaw. “Just remember that every time you catch my eye, I’m picturing you doing exactly that.”
“Baby, you’re killing me.”
She smirked. “Just don’t let any of the other associates see you with a raging hardon. They’ll think you enjoy your work just a little too much.”
He jammed his cock into the spot where her lower back met her bottom. “I do enjoy work that much when you’re around.”
She giggled. “Behave yourself. I need to get into the shower and get dressed before we have to go back down again for dinner.”
“A shower? Now that sounds like a good idea. I think we’d save time if we were both in there together.”
“And we’d save water,” she suggested, innocently fluttering her eyelashes. “We’d be doing it for the environment.”
“Exactly.” He grinned. “Fucking for the environment.”
And he took her hand to lead her to the bathroom.
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