We found out we got a lot more than we planned. The doors would let you out into the stairwell, but you could not get back onto the floors except in t...e lobby. They said it was for security. In D.C., I expected theirs to be locked too.To make sure I could get back in on my floor, I stuffed a small wad of toilet paper into the hole for the lock before I went down to the fifteenth floor. It was locked, but had a slot for a room key. Neither of the room keys I had opened it. I put my high-security. After a lot of convincing from her side, I showed it to her. After reading the sex story, she said, “You have written a very nice story”. And asked, “is the story true?”. I asked, “Does it matter?”Then something different happened. She asked, “Do you want inspiration for the next story?” I said, “What are you implying?”Next thing I know, the girl was kissing on my lips! I kissed her back as hard as I could. Then I grabbed her by the waist and her hands moved to the back of my head. She was. Instead he toyed my clit with his rock hard shaft then, while firmly grasping my hair, thrusted his swollen head through my soaked labia and buried himself deep in my now very hungry pussy. He pulled on my hair and I shrieked a little in pain, but then as the thrusts got tougher and faster I didn’t notice pain,, only ecstasy. I called out his name, and demanded he now fuck me like a slut. He obeyed. He even grabbed the black leather belt that a monk wears around his robes and, folding it in. This one night was stolen, their last night together. A smile drifted across his face as he into the darkness. * * * * * She looked beautiful dressed in the white lace of a bride’s first night with her long straight dark hair flowing down her back. Her tan gypsy arms standing out against the pale material as she ran to him. He enveloped her drowning in the pleasure of her scent. In this place for this night, he would be able to protect her as he never could in life. She would be the wife he.