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people say that fantasies were best left as fantasies, as they never matched up to how you imagined them to be. They were wrong. This felt better than I could have ever imagined. I felt dirty as the porter slowly fucked me from behind while my husband slept in the room next door. Just thinking about that made me want to come so fucking bad. This was the no-strings-attached fuck I had always wondered about, and it was better than I could have ever dreamt.
    He pushed himself into me just a little faster, deeper. I groaned and gripped the sheets with my fists. I pushed back against him, letting him know I wanted more of his cock. He responded by gripping my arse with his strong hands and pulling me onto him. He worked his hips harder and faster.
    “Is this how you imagined it to be?” he whispered, drawing himself in and out of me.
    “Better,” I gasped.
    “Do you like being fucked by me?” he whispered back, as he pushed harder and harder into me.
    “Oh yeah,” I moaned.
    “Why?” he asked, reaching over me and rubbing my nipples with his hands.
    “Because I don’t know you,” I gasped, my pussy feeling so hot now. “I don’t want to know you...I just want to be fucked by you.”
    “Like this?” he said, shoving his cock in and out, faster and faster.
    “Yeah, just like that,” I cried out. “Keep doing it just like that. Don’t stop.” I could feel my stomach muscles tightening as a pit of exhilarating desire built deep within me. With every push of his cock inside of me, the unbearable pressure built to near breaking point.
    “I’m so fucking close,” I murmured.
    Hearing this, he thrust his cock as deep as he could inside of me, each stroke making me gasp and pant.
    “Keep going! Keep going!” I almost see med to plead with him. That knot of pleasure was on the brink of overflowing inside of me and I didn’t want him to stop now. And I could tell he didn’t want to, either. As he pushed harder and harder, his breath became deeper and faster. I could tell that his own orgasm was just moments away, and sensing that only turned me on more.
    “I’m going to come,” I cried out. Unable to keep back that mounting pressure, my body trembled violently as my orgasm rushed throughout me. It was all-consuming, reaching and touching every single part of my body. I shook uncontrollably as I came, my pussy feeling wet and seething hot.
    “You’re so fucking horny, I want to fuck the arse out of you,” he breathed in the back of his throat. Then jerking back and forth he came. And as he did, he clenched my arse tight and slammed himself deep into me.
    I could feel his body rocking behind me and I grinded my pussy hard against his cock, trying to make my own pleasure last as long as possible. I never wanted this moment to end. I’d never felt so fucking turned on in my life. The heat from between my legs seemed to radiate through my whole body and I wanted to be fucked again. I was so turned on. I could have let this guy fuck me all night long. Forget The Cabin –
    forget what I wanted to do there. Surely nothing could make me feel as horny as I did right now. I would’ve let this guy do whatever he wanted to do to me. I’d be happy to be his fuck-thing all night long.
    Drawing in deep lungfuls of breath, he slowly slid his cock from me and I collapsed onto my front. Gasping for breath, I knew I wanted more. I needed more. It had been so long since I’d been fucked, the once just wasn’t good enough. Rolling over onto my back, I looked up at the guy as he leant over me. With that unquenchable lust for sex still aching deep inside of me, I opened my legs and started to rub my clit with my fingers.
    He stood at the end of the bed and watched me, his cock showing no signs of softening.
    “Do you want to watch me make myself come?” I whispered.
    “Chloe, what are you doing?” someone suddenly said.
    Then, looking past the guy at the end of the bed, I saw Ben standing in the open hotel room