Part one is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nslk6u/sometimes_good_people_do_bad_things_part_one/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
As we pulled into the parking lot, he mentioned how great Hiltons are because you can check in right from your phone and your phone is your room key. Meaning, we didn’t have to interact with anyone, we could head straight to the room. This excited me since my home was less than 20 minutes away I didn’t know who I may run into. I grabbed my purse and he got us drinks from a cooler in his truck bed. I expected beer or something, but he gave me a diet soda and a bottle of water. He walked slightly ahead of me, opening doors for me to walk through until we were in the elevator area. It felt like forever waiting for that elevator to come down. When we entered, I stood close to him, not quite touching. It felt electric, like small shocks were wracking my body. He moved his hand close to mine, but didn’t actually get to touch me before the elevator opened. We practically ran down the hallway to the room, 305. He held his phone near the door and the locked clicked. He opened the door and turned, pulling me into him, into the room, kissing, hands all over my body as the weighted door swung shut. He kissed down my neck, holding my breasts in his hands, crumpling the soft black fabric of my city dress. He stepped back, still kissing me, and pulled his boots off with his feet. I pulled myself out of his grasp and pulled my dress over my head. I just stood in front him, black lacy bra and panties and my riding boots. I sat on the bed to unzip my boots as he undid the first few buttons of his shirt and opened the fly of his jeans. I had high socks on under my boots and started to roll them down. “No, you should leave them on” his voice was raspy and deep. I watched him finish undressing, pulling his jeans and underwear down in one motion. He tossed his shirt on the floor and came back towards me, kissing me and getting on top of me. I got up on my elbows and scooted myself to the back of the huge comfy hotel bed. He pushed my legs apart and laid on top of me, kissing, necking, rubbing my breasts outside my bra. My head was swimming, I felt high, but didn’t remember smoking any weed. I was fascinated by how powerful lust is, my brain flooded with dopamine, my body tensed and expectant. I could feel my pussy pulsating, quivering, anticipating his touch. I could feel his cock against me, still hard, moist with precum. He ran his fingers just outside the crotch of my thong, up one thigh and down the other. I shivered involuntarily, arching my back so my pussy rubbed his hand. He groaned in my neck and I felt his body tense as he felt my wetness. He sat up suddenly, the cold air hitting my skin in an instant and goosepimpling.
“I want you to get on the couch, ass up, face down.” He said it like a command. Not forcibly, but like he knew exactly what he wanted, and he fully expected me to comply. It was hot. I slid off the bed and stood up, looking him in the eyes as I reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I dropped my shoulders and my bra slid down and onto the floor, completely exposing my triple D breasts, large and full, and the hard nipples jutting out from them. He immediately pulled me to him and kissed me again, hard, penetrating, wanton. He sucked my bottom lip and stood up straight. “Get on the sofa”. His tone was so confident. I turned around and got down on my hands and knees on the sofa. I felt him move my thong to the side, the black lace completely soaked. It left a damp smear on my ass cheek, so when he slapped me, it stung. I was shocked. No one had ever spanked me before. My husband wouldn’t dare. I was a strong, take charge woman. A control freak. I was sensitive and proper, I had given this man a list of things I wouldn’t do before we met, for fuck’s sake. Spanking was not on this list, and boy was I glad. I never could have known how hot that would feel. I gave a soft wimper as the sting faded. He rubbed the globes of my ass with his hands, grinding his cock into me. He was right at my entrance, pushing forward so his cock rubbed up my slit to my clit. He pulled back and rammed himself into me right as he cracked my ass again, now on the other cheek. I cried out, like an animal. I didn’t even recognize the noises I was making as I pushed myself back on him, needing to him inside me as far as he could go. He held my hips and started pounding me. Our bodies slapped together, wet with perspiration and our fluids. He pulled out for a moment and ran his hand up my slit. When he entered me again, he slid a moistened finger into my asshole, just to the tip. I immediately began to cum, the orgasm that had been building up since we were in the elevator exploded within me. I pulled myself up on my knees, my hands on the top of the sofa back. He reached around and grabbed my breasts as he held himself inside me, my pussy clenching him tightly. He breathed in my ear “Don’t move”. He was almost panting. I was still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm, but held as still as I could. After what seemed like hours, but was probably less than a minute, he pulled back and spun me around. I got down in front of him and sucked him into my mouth. He put his hands in my hair, and pushed his cock into my throat. I gagged and pulled head back, leaving a trail of thick saliva from the tip of his head to my wet lips. I looked up and him and pushed my head back down. I sucked and pushed my face down as far down as it would go, cutting off my air supply momentarily. I popped him out again, sucking just the tip and licking down his shaft. I pulled myself up higher and placed his cock in my cleavage, pushing my breasts around him and licking the tip of his glans. He grabbed my shoulders and started thrusting himself into me, slow and steady, watching me. I felt the first hot jet hit my face, right on the chin and my bottom lip. He pulled from between my breasts and finished himself, painting my face with cum. It just kept coming, and by the end there was so much it was dripping down my chin, leaving puddles of cum to run down my tits. I darted my tongue out, little and pink, to taste it. It was salty and earthy, not at all unpleasant. I rubbed it into my breasts, my nipples, and then licked my finger while looking at him.
“I thought you said you didn’t swallow.” He gave me that sexy cocky grin. He cock had softened, but only slightly, and on a whim I jerked forward and sucked him into my mouth. He moaned and started slowly fucking my face, pulling all the way out, kissing my lips with the tip, and then sliding slowly back in, tickling my throat. After a few pumps he pulled me up, and kissed me, his beard tickling my sticky face. He turned us around and laid down on the bed. He was completely hard again. I gasped with pleasure at his quick recovery.
He folded his arms behind his head and drawled “Get on”.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nz8j0p/sometimes_good_people_do_bad_things_part_two