We fucked on our AirBnB dining table [FM]

This past summer, my friend and I decided to stay in an Airbnb in the city closest to our homes. We wanted to work from home there, and wanted a spot to hang away from our parents’ places in the suburbs.

The other perk for me [23F] was being able to invite my boyfriend [23M] over every night I wanted, which was a “hell no” when living with my strict parents.
The Airbnb set up was kind of interesting – there was really only one “room” that had a door, and the upstairs was transformed into a game lounge and loft with a large bed.

When we moved into the Airbnb, my friend demanded that I get the room with the closed door, because she knew my bf would be over often, and we’d definitely want to fuck often.

We had a really nice stay for around 2 weeks (and great sex too) despite the walls being super thin and a few leaky appliances. But on the last night, my bf and I started to get sad. We didn’t know when we’d get to spend the night with each other next.

We had just finished a night of drinking with my friend and a few other people in the city, and she had just gotten into her bed upstairs. We had shut our bedroom door and immediately started making out on our bed. I was pressed up against the pillows, and he was on top of me, feeling my tits and giving them a nice squeeze as we kissed. I paused for a breath of air.

“I’m going to miss this place babe,” I said to my bf as he toyed with my dress straps.
He agreed and laughed. He had this devilish look in his eyes.

“Then let’s make it unforgettable.” He didn’t leave much room for me to think. His large hands slid underneath me and grabbed my lower back and pushed me up off my pillow. We didn’t stop making out. I felt his hands move closer and closer down to my ass until he firmly held my butt and propped me up on my knees. He moved back and pulled me with him until he was off the bed but I was on my knees at the edge of it, still furiously making out like it was our last day on earth.

Without breaking our makeout, he unzipped his pants and pulled down both his pants and boxers. I was getting so turned on and wanted to match. I lifted my dress, and quickly slid my panties off and continued kissing him, but now I wanted more. I could see how hard he was, and his hands felt around my pussy and knew how wet I was.

When we came up for air, he grabbed my ass again and used his forearms to push my thighs out of place and onto him. I was shocked at how smoothly he moved my body off of the bed and onto him. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed myself up with his shoulders so that I could kiss him more easily. I felt his cock touch up against my legs, and we immediately both let out a gasp. He was rock hard. And I was gushing wet all over him. He lifted my dress up and then sat me back down on his cock while still standing.

I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. The sensation was out of the world and I’d never had sex standing up like this. I stayed on his dick and made out with him while he started moving back and opening our bedroom door.

I gave him a look of worry, because my best friend was literally upstairs and might not have been exactly fast asleep yet. This didn’t seem to face him, but he just placed his other hand over my mouth to cover my sounds.

This was it though. This was our last night together until one of us got our own place. And I was real fucking horny. I breathed heavily and let go of my tensions and just let him take me towards whatever he wants. I decided I would oblige unless he tried to get us to fuck upstairs where my friend supposedly asleep.

I was so turned on by the fact that he could carry me with one hand while I’m riding his dick, and use his other hand to open a door and then keep my mouth shut. I was going nuts. My pussy must have been oozing.

It wasn’t long before I realized his plans. He gently placed my ass on the edge of the long wooden dining table right in the middle of the AirBnB’s open floor plan. I quietly leaned back, letting the cold wood touch my shoulder blades and send shivers down my body. Everything felt so cold pressing up on my thighs.

I let out another gasp again. His dick was still inside me, and I could feel pulsing. We made eye contact and he slowly started thrusting himself inside. The sensation of his cock slowly beating in me while feeling the cold air and cold wood on my back was getting me really close to cumming. He picked up his pace and his thrusts got more and more powerful and I could hear the whole table creak as he pushed. We both were in raptures – me from the sensations from the hard wood table and his large cock, and him from my tight pussy and the novelty of fucking me on a table like this. My breathing was now very audible and my bf let out a long grunt as he held my stomach down for support and continued to fuck me ever harder.

He was railing my so fucking hard that I could help but whimper and let out a soft but animalistic moan. Now the table was creaking madly. We locked eyes, laughed, and continued. There was no stopping. I clenched my body tight to see if that would stop the creaking, which it somehow did. But that also just made all the sensation’s of my boyfriend’s cock pounding me that much more intense. I felt shockwaves go rhythmically up my body until I was ready to burst. My breaths were now short and fast. My mind was doing backflips and his cock kept thrusting hard inside me until I felt myself erupt with all my pent up tightness. I came so hard and gripped my thighs around my bf to keep his cocked locked inside my pussy until I was ready for him to continue. I could feel him throbbing inside me and kept pushing him inside me harder and harder as I clenched my pussy.

I was already feeling exhausted, but he wasn’t ready to end our night. He reached back underneath me and lifted me up again and held my ass cheeks firmly with his hands. He started walking back towards the room, placing me on his cock, but stopped right in the middle where the stairwell is and began to bounce me up and down.

“Oh FUCK” I whispered to him as he watched my eyes roll back. I could tell he was enjoying the view. His teeth were gritted but he could still let out his breaths and his eyes never left mine, despite how senseless I was becoming. He lifted me so fucking easily, like I was his little fuck toy that he could take anywhere he wanted. You could hear my wet pussy slamming down on his dick over and over again, echoing now all around the AirBnB.

I could feel him get close, and he quickly moved us back to the bedroom. He closed the bedroom door behind us again and laid me back down on the edge of the bed.
“Turn over, fast” he let me move off his cock and adjust myself over so I could bend over on our bed, much softer than the table. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer in and began to rail me, but this time faster and more powerful than what we did outside. Now he was grunting and breathing really heavily.

“My god, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum” the devil in me wants to force him to stay inside me and fill me up, but he beat me to it and pulled out, flipped me over, and let all of his glory coat my chest and face. I smiled up at him. I knew I did a good job today, being his stupid little fuck toy.

“Are you proud of me?” I asked him with all the energy I had left, which wasn’t much. He patted my waist and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Yes, now stay right here and let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”. I nodded yes and stayed in place as I dreamily watched him take his shirt off and start a shower. I was so madly in love with him. We slept really fucking well that night.

When we woke up, my friend had already started loading her car up with her luggage.
“How’d you sleep?” my boyfriend asked her and then gave me a sly look. He knew I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face if I asked her myself.

She told him she slept well, watched a couple shows before bed on her phone with her airpods plugged in. She didn’t look at me once when saying this. We’re best friends though, so I knew what her extra details meant. She would never include the fact that she watched tv *with her airpods in* regularly. I started to blush. She and I stood in the kitchen later to clean up before checkout. After a few minutes of awkward tension, she locked eyes with me and said, “okay, looks like we’re all done here. You can check the dining area before we go though.”. I got red, and nodded, and that was the end of our discussion.

It was a banging AirBnB stay. I gave the host raving reviews. I didn’t include any details about the dining table being creaky though. I’ll let the next horny guests figure that one out.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qvqjt2/we_fucked_on_our_airbnb_dining_table_fm