“Luna’s Hotel Claim: From Fusion Tease to Filthy Surrender”
When I think about all the men and women I’ve had sex with, some from my work travel were the most kinky!
LUNA
The first time Luna met me at a fusion restaurant. After lunch, we went back to my hotel for some passionate, filthy lovemaking—deep kissing, hungry oral, vaginal and anal fucking, edging, light restraint, and her taking control in ways that left me wrecked.
That first time with Luna… yeah, it was electric from the second we locked eyes across the table. The food barely registered. Every slow sip of sake, every brush of her foot against my calf under the table, every whispered “I’m so fucking wet thinking about what I’m going to do to you” was deliberate torture. Weeks of late-night voice notes—her describing how she’d edge me until I begged, how she wanted my tongue buried in her ass while she rode my face—had us both primed to explode.
The walk back felt like foreplay on steroids. Halfway there, she stopped, pushed me against a shadowed wall, and kissed me hard—tongue claiming my mouth while her hand slid down to squeeze my already throbbing cock through my pants. “You’re leaking for me already,” she purred against my lips. “Good boy.”
The hotel door slammed shut and we were animals. She shoved me back against it, dropped to her knees, and yanked my zipper down without preamble. My cock sprang free—hard, dripping—and she took me straight to the back of her throat in one greedy swallow. No teasing this time; just wet, sloppy suction, her hand cupping my balls, rolling them while she hummed around me. I groaned, fingers tangling in her hair, hips bucking involuntarily. She pulled off with a wet pop, looked up with spit-slick lips, and ordered, “Bed. Now. Strip.”
I obeyed. She followed, shedding her dress like it offended her. No bra, no panties—just smooth skin, hard nipples, and that shaved, glistening pussy I’d been obsessing over. She pushed me onto the bed on my back, climbed over me, and straddled my face without warning. “Eat me like you promised,” she commanded, grinding down until her wet folds smothered my mouth.
I dove in—tongue flat against her clit, then plunging inside, tasting her sweet-salty arousal while she rode my face hard. Her thighs clamped around my ears; her moans turned to sharp gasps as I sucked her clit, flicked it, then slid lower to rim her tight little asshole. She shuddered, grinding back, whispering, “Yes… tongue-fuck my ass, baby… deeper.” I obeyed, pushing my tongue inside while my fingers rubbed furious circles on her clit. She came fast—thighs shaking, flooding my mouth and chin with her release, calling me her “dirty little slut” as she rode out the waves.
She slid down my body, still trembling, and mounted my cock in one slick drop—taking every inch until her ass rested on my balls. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” she growled, rocking slow and deep, clenching around me like a vice. She leaned forward, pinning my wrists above my head with surprising strength, kissing me so I tasted myself and her mixed on her tongue. Then she rode harder—hips snapping, breasts bouncing, filthy encouragements spilling out: “Feel how wet you make me? This pussy owns your cock tonight.”
I was close—too close. She sensed it, lifted off, and edged me mercilessly: slow strokes with her hand, then her mouth, stopping every time my balls tightened. “Beg,” she demanded. I did—voice hoarse, pleading for release. Only then did she flip onto her back, legs spread wide, and guide me inside again. Missionary this time, but with her nails raking my back, legs locked around me, pulling me deeper with every thrust.
“Harder,” she hissed. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I slammed in—deep, punishing strokes that made the bed creak. She reached down, rubbing her clit furiously while I pounded her. When she came again—screaming my name, pussy spasming around me—it dragged me over the edge. I buried deep and unloaded, pulse after pulse flooding her while she milked every drop with rhythmic squeezes.
But she wasn’t done. After a minute of catching our breath, she rolled me onto my back, straddled my face again for cleanup—making me lick her clean of our combined mess—then whispered, “Turn over. Ass up.”
I obeyed. She lubed her fingers, teased my hole, then slid two in while stroking my still-sensitive cock. “Such a good slut for me,” she murmured, curling her fingers to hit my prostate until I was leaking again. She worked a third finger in, then a fourth, stretching me slow and filthy while dirty-talking me through it: “Next time I’m bringing my strap. I want to fuck this ass while you beg for more.”
We didn’t get to anal that first time—she edged me with her fingers until I came again, untouched, spurting across the sheets while she laughed softly and called me hers.
Afterward, tangled and sweaty, she kissed me slow and deep. “This is just the beginning,” she promised. “Next hotel room, I’m bringing toys. And you’re going to take everything I give you.”
And fuck… she kept that promise. Many, many more nights followed—each one kinkier, dirtier, more intense than the last. Luna didn’t just fuck; she owned. And I was happy to be her willing, leaking, begging toy.
“Luna’s Second Claim: Armpit Worship, Deep Rimjob, and Total Surrender”
The second time with Luna was only a few days later, but the anticipation had been building nonstop. Daily texts had turned into full-on sexting sessions; voice notes left me hard just hearing her breathy voice describe what she wanted to do next.
She showed up at my hotel room wearing this little black sundress that hugged her in all the right ways—no bra, hair down and wild like she knew exactly what it did to me. We barely made it through the door before she pushed me against the wall, kissing me deep and dirty, her hands already tugging my shirt up.
That’s when she dropped the first surprise.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine as she lifted my arm and buried her face in my armpit. No hesitation—just her warm tongue sliding slow and deliberate over the skin there, tasting the salt, moaning softly like it was the best thing she’d ever had in her mouth. The sensation was intense, raw, way more erotic than I expected. I felt her breath hot against me, her teeth grazing lightly as she licked deeper, switching sides to do the same to the other. It was vulnerable in the hottest way, and the way she got off on it—grinding against my thigh while she did it—made it even better.
She worked her way down my body after that, stripping me completely, pushing me back onto the bed. But instead of going straight for the obvious, she flipped me over with this playful but firm command: “On your stomach. I want all of you.”
And then… she spread me open and went right for it. Her tongue circled my ass slowly at first, teasing the rim, then pressing in deeper—licking with this hungry, focused rhythm that had me gripping the sheets and groaning into the pillow. She wasn’t shy about it at all—she loved it, made these little satisfied sounds like she was savoring every second, her hands kneading my cheeks to open me wider. One finger joined her tongue after a while, sliding in easily because of how wet she’d made everything, working me open while she kept licking around it, probing deeper with both.
I was losing my mind by that point—completely surrendered to her. She knew exactly how to push me right to the edge without letting me tip over, pulling back just to kiss and bite my thighs, then diving back in with renewed hunger. Her free hand reached under me, stroking my leaking cock in slow, teasing pulls—edging me mercilessly while her tongue fucked my hole in shallow thrusts.
Eventually, she flipped me onto my back again, climbed up my body, and sank down onto my cock in one slow, deliberate motion. The look on her face as she took me in—eyes half-lidded, lips parted—was pure bliss. She rode me slowly at first, leaning forward so I could suck on her nipples while she whispered how much she loved tasting every part of me, how she couldn’t stop thinking about my scent, my flavor, how wet it made her to own me like this.
We built it up together—her grinding deeper, me thrusting up to meet her—until she came hard with her face buried in my neck, licking and biting at my skin again as she shuddered around me. That pushed me right over with her, my cock pulsing deep inside as I filled her, her pussy clenching to milk every last drop.
Afterward, she curled up against me, tracing lazy patterns on my chest, grinning like she’d just unlocked a new level of us.
“Next time,” she said, voice still husky, “I want even more. I want to tie you down, edge you for hours, and make you beg while I taste every filthy inch of you again.”
And damn… I was already counting down the days.
“Spokane Escalation: Luna’s Threesome Claim – Double Fill and Cleanup”
The next month in Spokane couldn’t come fast enough. I’d barely stepped into the hotel lobby, suitcase still in hand, when I saw Luna waiting by the elevators. She looked incredible—tight jeans, low-cut top, that mischievous smile that told me she’d been thinking about this just as much as I had.
She walked straight up, pressed her body against mine, and whispered right in my ear, voice low and dripping with need: “I’m so fucking horny. I’ve been wet the whole drive here. I can’t wait to feel you inside me… right now.”
No small talk. We made it to the room in record time, door slamming shut as she yanked my shirt off and kissed me hard, grinding against me like she was already chasing release. Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy—her jeans peeled off to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top, and guided me straight inside her with a long, shaky moan. She was soaked, hotter than ever, and wasted no time riding me hard—hips rolling deep, breasts bouncing, head thrown back as she told me exactly how good I felt stretching her.
I grabbed her ass, thrusting up to meet her, watching her face twist with pleasure. She came first, loud and trembling, clenching around me so tight it pulled me right over the edge with her. I filled her completely, both of us gasping as she collapsed forward, kissing me through the aftershocks.
But she wasn’t done—not even close.
Still catching her breath, she slid off me with a wicked little grin, pushed my shoulders down flat on the bed, and straddled my chest. “I need more,” she purred, scooting forward until she was hovering right over my mouth, our mixed juices already starting to drip from her swollen pussy. “Clean me up, baby. Taste us together. I want to feel your tongue while I’m still full of you.”
I didn’t hesitate. I pulled her down onto my face and dove in—licking slow at first, savoring the salty-sweet mix of her arousal and my cum, swirling around her sensitive clit as she rocked against my mouth. She moaned louder, grinding harder, one hand in my hair, tugging me exactly where she wanted. “Yes… just like that… get every drop,” she gasped, her thighs trembling around my head. I slid my tongue inside her, pushing our mess back in before licking it out again, feeling her get wetter all over. She came a second time fast and intense, flooding my mouth as she rode my face through it, crying out my name.
When she finally rolled off, she curled up beside me, legs still shaking, tracing lazy circles on my chest. She looked up with that satisfied, hungry gleam in her eyes and whispered, “I’m keeping you all week this time. And I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
I was already hard again just thinking about what “more” was going to mean this trip. Spokane just became my favorite city.
A few days later, I was still in Spokane wrapping up work, and the texts with Luna had been non-stop—flirty, filthy, escalating every night. One evening, while I was lounging in the hotel room scrolling through our thread, she dropped it casually but with that unmistakable heat behind the words:
“What do you think about bringing another guy in next time? I’ve been fantasizing about watching you with someone… and both of you taking me at the same time.”
My pulse kicked up immediately. I’d never done anything like that with her yet, but the idea lit me up. I typed back slowly, letting the tension build:
“I might actually know someone. There’s this guy—met him on the same site we connected on. Mid-40s, fit, respectful. He messaged me a while back saying he’d love to suck my cock if I was ever interested. Never followed through… but he’s local and seemed chill.”
Her reply came almost instantly: three fire emojis followed by “Send me his profile. Now.”
I did. She approved fast—called him handsome, said he had the right vibe. Within an hour, we’d set it up: tomorrow night, my hotel room, no pressure, safe word in place, condoms mandatory unless we all agreed otherwise.
He showed up right on time—let’s call him Ryan. Tall, clean-cut, easy smile, a little nervous but clearly excited. Luna took charge from the start, greeting him at the door in nothing but a silk robe that barely stayed closed. She kissed me first, deep and possessive, then turned and kissed him the same way, like she was claiming us both.
We didn’t waste time on small talk. Drinks were poured, clothes came off fast, and soon the three of us were on the king bed, Luna in the middle, orchestrating everything with that confident, hungry energy she has.
She pushed Ryan back and looked at me with a wicked grin. “Show me what he wanted to do to you.”
I straddled his chest while Luna guided his head, and together we fed him my cock—her hand at the base, both of us watching him take me deep, his tongue working eagerly. Luna leaned in and joined him; their mouths met around me, licking up opposite sides, trading off who took me deeper while the other sucked my balls or kissed the other hungrily. The sight of them sharing me like that—her eyes locked on mine the whole time—was almost too much.
Then it was her turn to be the center. Ryan and I took turns going down on her—me licking her clit while he fingered her, then switching, both of us tasting how soaked she already was. When she couldn’t wait anymore, she pulled Ryan on top first. He slid into her slowly, groaning at how tight and wet she was, and I watched up close as he started thrusting, her legs wrapped high around him, moaning loudly.
I couldn’t stay out of it long. While he fucked her missionary, I straddled her chest and fed her my cock, letting her suck me sloppily while Ryan pounded deeper. Then we switched—I took her from behind while she blew him, her moans muffled around his shaft every time I slammed home.
We flipped her onto her back again for the finale. Ryan went first, thrusting hard until he came with a deep groan, filling the condom. He pulled out carefully, tied it off, and barely caught his breath before I slid into her—still pulsing from him, slick and hot. Luna wrapped her legs around me tightly, urging me deeper, whispering how good it felt having us one after the other. I didn’t last long after that. I came hard inside her; no barrier this time since we’d all agreed and tested clean.
As soon as I pulled out, Luna pushed me down between her thighs with that familiar commanding smile.
“Clean me up, baby. Both of us.”
I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face in her, tongue sliding deep, tasting the mix of her and my load—salty, creamy, unmistakably us. She moaned loudly, grinding against my mouth while Ryan watched, stroking himself hard again at the sight. I licked her clean thoroughly, sucking gently on her clit until she came a final time, thighs clamped around my head, fingers tangled in my hair.
Afterward, the three of us collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap—Luna in the middle, one hand on each of us, grinning like she’d just won the lottery.
Ryan left after a while with a quiet “thank you both—that was incredible.” Door closed, Luna rolled over, kissed me slowly and deeply, tasting herself and me on my tongue.
“We’re definitely doing that again,” she murmured against my lips.
And just like that, Spokane trips got even wilder.
