Erotic story – ‘Room 811’

The story starts with the main character meeting an extremely attractive man in the elevator. When he whispers his room number and a time in her ear, the temptation is too great to not visit him. How will this end?

Room 811

A bell rings. The doors slide open almost silently. I look up. Two dark brown, sparkling eyes look intently at me. I can’t look away, I automatically follow them. The owner of these enchanting eyes nods at me, presses the eight and hangs nonchalantly on the railing in the elevator. His eyes seek mine again. I feel the warmth rising to my head. He starts to smile and asks, “Are you getting hot?” Suddenly, sweat breaks out. “Uh, yes,” I stutter. I try to turn my head away, but for some reason I can’t keep my eyes off of him. About 1.90 meters of beauty is in the same elevator with me. He rubs his right hand through his dark curls. His blue T-shirt tight around his muscular upper arms. A rugged pair of jeans reveal that his legs are also well-muscled. I’m startled by myself as I realize that I’ve been staring at his crotch for too long. Quickly, I look up again and drown in his eyes. I don’t know what to do.

The elevator reaches the third floor. The door opens, an old woman comes in, sits on her walker facing the door. The young man moves back a bit, puts his hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear: “I find you beautiful. Room 811, 11:11 p.m.” The bell of the hotel elevator rings again. Above the door, an eight lights up. The door opens. The stranger squeezes past the older lady, looks back, winks, and disappears around the corner. The lady says: “Oh, what a nice man, and he even winked at me.” I smile inside. As I step off on the next floor, I’m completely confused. Room 811, 11:11 p.m. flashes through my head. I insert my card into the slot, push the door open and collapse on the bed. The digital clock on the television shows 10:01 p.m. I have about an hour to decide what to do. My thoughts fly back and forth. Every time I think I’m going to do it, I talk myself out of it. The time ticks by. 10:35 p.m. I think. And think. Someone once said to me; don’t think just do it.

I get up from the hotel bed, open my closet, take out a sleeveless black dress, a black bra and thong. I throw it on the bed. In the bathroom, I jump under a warm shower. I must be crazy, I think to myself. I use a razor to carefully remove every hair. I dry myself off, apply my favorite body lotion and put on red lipstick. My bra pushes my breasts slightly together. I am pleased with my cleavage. 11:05 p.m. My mind seems to be pushed to the background, but my horniness is at its peak.

I put on my dress, give one last look in the mirror and head out the door. In the elevator, I press the button for the 8th floor. It’s 11:10pm. I walk down the long hallway, looking for the right number. 11:11pm, I stand in front of room 811. For a moment, I want to run away, but my right hand has already knocked three times on the door. I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. My heart is pounding almost out of my chest. I am trembling in my black suede pumps. What the hell am I doing? The door opens. There he is, smiling but not saying anything. He grabs me by the shoulder and gently but firmly pushes me into the room.

He strokes my freshly washed hair and looks me over approvingly from head to toe. He pushes me against the wall, presses his full lips to mine, and begins kissing me passionately. I could eat him up right from the start. I can feel his hands seeking out my buttocks. He pushes my lower body against his. I can tell that the kissing is not leaving him cold. He smells delicious, fresh. My lips break away from his, and I bury my nose in his neck to take in his scent. It’s like I’m high. His dark brown eyes seek mine again. My legs feel weak. He pulls my dress over my head, I see his eyes change, they look wilder. I don’t even know his name, flits through my mind. But I don’t care.

I sit on the edge of the hotel bed. I pull him towards me. He undoes his belt himself. I do the rest. I watch as his hard cock sticks out above the edge of his boxer. “Oh my God,” I say out loud, as my mouth starts to water. With my right hand, I push his tight boxer down, while my left rubs over the fabric covering his balls. I look up, straight into his eyes. “Want the best blowjob ever?” I ask. From the moan that escapes his mouth, I think I hear a yes. I pucker my lips and gently place them on his shiny head. My left hand wraps around the shaft of his rock-hard cock. I squeeze a bit so his head becomes extra sensitive. My lips suck softly while my tongue plays with his hole. I make bigger and bigger circles around his head with my wet tongue.

Without using my teeth, I take his divine cock further into my mouth. I feel my pussy tingling. He keeps sliding in a little more. I pause for a moment when he reaches the back of my throat. One, two, three, four seconds, then I go back up again until my lips are back on the top. He tastes fantastic, not bitter, more sweet. In any case, it makes me want more. I look up and see his eyes rolling back. “Do you like it?” I ask. He just says, “Oh please, keep going,” while I play with his hard and wet cock, covered in my saliva. He slides smoothly through my hand. I want to take him deep into my mouth again.

I lie down on the bed and let my head hang over the foot of the bed. He bends over and rips my breasts out of my black lace bra. He takes my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulls on them. I feel the effect between my legs. I open my mouth invitingly. He understands me perfectly and pushes his cock into my mouth. I fold my arm behind me so I can massage his balls. I don’t forget the piece of skin behind his balls either. Rhythmically, his godliness disappears into and out of my mouth. I stick out my tongue so it can play with his skin. I can taste him already. What the fuck, how horny is this? Why do I always speak English when I’m horny? He fucks my mouth deeper and deeper. Because my head is hanging back, he slides nice and deep into my throat. The sounds of his moans and my gurgling fill the room. He stops. “Fuck, you’re so horny,” he says, “I’m almost coming.”

He sits on top of me and pushes his cock between my round, soft breasts. I unfasten my bra, throw it on the ground. With both hands, I push them against his hard cock. I play with my nipples as he fucks my breasts. Every time he comes near my mouth, I give his head a lick. His hands explore my hot body. He suddenly stops fucking and looks at me intently. “How’s your pussy?” he asks playfully as his hand glides over the fabric of my thong. “Mmm, you don’t have to answer, I can feel it already. You are soooo wet, darling!” I can feel it too. I can feel my thong getting wetter and wetter with my own juice. My own horniness. “I want you,” I whisper.

He puts a finger to my lips. “Ssh, just enjoy, I’m going to make your pussy burn. I’m going to make you beg for my cock. I’m going to make you shake with pleasure. I’m going to make you scream with happiness. Do you like that darling?” He looks at me mischievously. He caresses the fabric stretched tightly over my pussy. Suddenly, he grabs it with his whole hand. “Do you like that darling?” He repeats his last words sternly. I almost can’t get any words out because of excitement. He puts his tongue in my neck and lets it glide down my skin. Over the curve of my breasts. Over my stomach, through my navel, and back up again. God, no, not back up again, down! I think. His eyes, his amazing eyes look at me playfully. I beg him to go back down. “Whoa, whoa there, beautiful lady, don’t you have any patience?” I wisely say nothing. As he looks me straight in the eye, he pulls my thong off my body. I press my hips upward, hoping he’ll put a finger in me. He looks at my smooth pussy and says, “Well, well, that looks appetizing. A finger strokes my recently shaved pussy. “What a beauty; beautiful lips and so pretty pink, soft and smooth.” I moan. He pushes my labia aside one by one and looks at everything closely. This is soooo horny.

He very carefully pushes a finger into my wet, warm pussy. My muscles immediately tense around that finger. The second finger follows. He rhythmically pushes them in and out of me while he puts the tip of his powerful tongue on my swollen clitoris. I feel my body relaxing. His fingers curl upwards inside of me. I get wetter and wetter. A stream of horniness drips down the inside of my thighs. He fingers me faster, I press my hips upward so he can go deeper. I close my eyes and think only, what is happening to me? He sucks my clit into his mouth. I hear myself make a primal scream. His fingers glide faster and faster into and out of my pussy. I scream, can’t hold it back anymore. I feel the juice flowing out of me. I cling to the sheets with both hands. Every muscle in my body tenses up, in my face, my arms, hands, but especially between my legs. I come, I scream, yell, shout, my throat hurts. I’ve never come this hard before. I let go, feel no shame, no inhibitions, I enjoy it. Coming is so wonderful.

Just as I relax again, I feel him, who is this Adonis, push the tip of his cock against my wet pussy. He hangs over me and pushes his lower body against mine. I feel his hard cock filling my pussy. “I’m going to fuck you, do you like that girl?” I can’t say anything else but; “Oh my God!” While he keeps looking into my eyes, I feel his hard cock sliding in and out of my soaking wet hole. Rhythmically, calmly. I smell our horniness, the smell of steaming bodies and my horny juice. His eyes look at me longingly. His big cock fills my pussy completely, I lift my knees so he can go all the way in. He presses his lips on mine, a fierce tongue kiss follows while he moves rhythmically over me.

His breathing accelerates. Suddenly he stops, gets on his knees. “Do you want it?” I nod. Waves of warm semen he shoots over my breasts and my stomach. Every drop I seem to feel, this is heavenly, this is horny. With my finger I wipe a drop of his warm stuff from my breasts and put it in my mouth. He moans at this sight, his eyes roll. A deep sigh follows. He lies down next to me. We stay like this for a moment, in hotel room 811. The next day at breakfast I hope to see him, but he’s not there. At the reception I hear that the guest of room 811 has left. I’ll never see him again or hear from him. I don’t even know his name. But forget, never.