Late-Night Erection in the Hotel Suite

The moment I stepped into the hotel suite after that endless client dinner, the air crackled with tension. My new boss, Elena Voss, had been shooting me sharp glances all evening, her tight pencil skirt hugging her hips like it was painted on. I was already half-hard just from sitting next to her in the cab, the scent of her perfume mixing with the city lights blurring past the windows.

"Close the door, Marcus," she said, kicking off her heels. Her voice was clipped, professional, but her eyes dropped straight to the growing bulge in my slacks. "We've got an early meeting tomorrow. I expect you focused."

I swallowed hard, my cock twitching visibly as I locked the door. "Yes, Ms. Voss. I'm... trying."

She smirked, stepping closer. The suite was dim, just one lamp glowing beside the king bed. "Trying? That erection says otherwise. You've been like that since the elevator. Don't lie to me."

Heat flooded my face, but my dick only throbbed harder, straining against the fabric. "It's been a long day. You're... very distracting, Elena."

Her laugh was low and dirty. She reached out, tracing one manicured nail along the outline of my shaft through my pants. "Good. I like knowing I make my new hire this hard. Now take it out. I want to see how big that problem really is."

My hands shook as I unzipped. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already slick with precum. Elena's eyes widened with approval. She wrapped her fingers around it without hesitation, stroking slowly from base to tip.

"Fuck, it's even better than I imagined," she whispered, her breath hot against my neck. "So hard for your boss already. Does this turn you on, Marcus? Knowing I could fire you but I'd rather fuck you instead?"

"Yes," I groaned, hips bucking into her tight grip. "God, yes. Your hand feels incredible."

She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, skirt riding up her thighs. Her tongue flicked out, licking a slow circle around my swollen cockhead, tasting the salty bead at the slit. Then she sucked me in, lips stretching wide as she took half my length in one wet glide. The wet sounds filled the room—slurping, gagging softly as she pushed deeper, her throat squeezing around me.

I tangled my fingers in her sleek dark hair, not forcing, just holding on while she bobbed. "Shit, Elena... your mouth. You're sucking my cock like you own it."

She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening dick. "I do own it tonight. Now get on the bed. Pants off."

I stripped fast, cock bouncing as I lay back against the pillows. Elena stood, peeling off her blouse and bra, revealing full, firm tits with hard pink nipples. She shimmied out of her skirt and panties, leaving them in a heap. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already shiny with arousal.

Climbing over me, she straddled my hips. "Watch this," she said, gripping my erection and rubbing the fat head up and down her slit. Her clit bumped against it with every pass, making her moan. "So fucking wet for you. Feel how ready my cunt is?"

Without waiting, she sank down, taking every inch in one long, tight stroke. We both gasped. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky, squeezing my throbbing cock like a vice. "Oh fuck, you're stretching me so good," she breathed, starting to ride.

Her hips rolled in smooth circles at first, grinding her clit against my pubic bone while my dick filled her completely. The wet smack of skin on skin grew louder as she picked up speed. I reached up, pinching her nipples, making her cry out.

"Harder, Marcus. Fuck me like you mean it." She leaned forward, tits swaying in my face. I sucked one nipple into my mouth while thrusting up into her, meeting every bounce. Her pussy made filthy squelching noises, cream coating my balls.

She came first, sudden and sharp, her cunt pulsing wildly around my shaft. "I'm cumming—fuck, yes! Don't stop!"

I flipped her onto her back without pulling out, spreading her legs wide. Now I pounded her deep, the bed creaking, her heels digging into my ass. Sweat slicked our skin. I could feel my own orgasm building, balls tightening.

"Inside me," she demanded, nails raking down my back. "Fill this pussy with your cum. I want to feel it leaking out of me all day tomorrow."

That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her spasming cunt. She milked every drop, moaning my name like a curse and a prayer.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, my softening cock still nestled inside her. Elena traced lazy circles on my chest, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Early meeting, huh?" I panted.

She laughed softly. "We can be a few minutes late. After all, I need to make sure that erection of yours is fully handled before we face the clients."