Up to the room

Layla is tapping her high heel impatiently as you 2 wait for the elevator. After accepting Layla's credit card, Ron the concierge had given her keys to a room on the 9th floor of the hotel. It's the only room available and it's a twin. "Good. 1 bed to fuck in. 1 bed to sleep in," Layla had said. You can still picture the stupefied look on Ron's face and you're tempted to look over your shoulder to see if he's staring at Layla's ass from behind the concierge's desk. You bet he is.

After what seems like an eternity but was probably half a minute, the elevator doors open and out walks a couple. The man is older than his companion, a brunette in a tight dress and pumps whose hair is slightly messed up. She looks like she could be in college while the man could be her father, or even grandfather. The brunette looks at you and your companion, and nods knowingly to Layla. Layla merely chuckles, not insulted to be mistaken for a fellow whore by the brunette.

"Why does everyone think I'm a hooker?" she asks nobody in particular as you 2 step into the elevator.

"Because you're way hotter than I should be able to get?" you say.

"Aww! That's sweet of you to say, but you're not that bad looking yourself, John. You could totally snag a babe. Snag and shag!" Layla says, laughing just as the elevator doors open again. This time, you're greeted by a more appropriately matched couple in their mid-40s, who shake their heads as Layla and you pass them. The room is next to the elevator it turns out and Layla goes to open it, struggling with the door as she has to insert the key card and remove it quickly, an action that she's not very good at after many beers. You press up to her from behind and grab her hand, at the same time making sure she can feel your cock poking her lower back, and guide her hand to the card slot.

"Nice and easy. In and out," you say, helping Layla with the key card. This time the lock beeps and the indicator light turns green, and Layla cheers and opens the door with you practically thrusting her forward. Then, before the door even closes behind you, Layla has already slipped the straps of her tight blue dress off her shoulders and pulled it down with a few thugs. Once it gets down past her hips, the dress slinks to the floor and she's naked except for her high heels. She wasn't wearing a stitch under her dress, a pretty daring thing to do while presenting on television and in front of a crowd of MMA spectators. While you're still taking the time to admire her nude form from behind, Layla jumps and turns around, raising her hands over her head like how a gymnast does after they finish their routine and stick the landing. She might be tiny and her breasts aren't big, but she's perfection in your eyes.

You step forward, place your hands on her cheeks and bend down to kiss her, but Layla firmly pushes your hands away and dodges your lips. She shakes her head and says, "No kissing." You're about to protest and try again, but Layla turns around and takes a couple of steps away from you and towards 1 of the beds in the room, bending over on her elbows and presenting her ass to you. The sight of her trimmed pussy is enough to soothe your annoyance at not being able to kiss Layla, and you quickly pull your pants and boxers down. Your still hard cock springs up, but you have to point it down slightly because of Layla's height to meet her pussy lips. If she weren't still wearing her high heels, this position wouldn't work.

"Oh god, you're tight," you mutter as you enter Layla, who moans "oh yeah" in response to being penetrated. She's really aroused and you can feel the lubrication of her juices helping your cock squeeze into her, and she even reaches back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks for you. You stop about 3 quarters in when you feel that she can take no more of your cock and squeals in both pleasure and pain. Remembering how rough Owens was just fucking her face, you now have a better understanding of why she desperately wanted to get out of having to fuck him. There's no way her pussy could have accommodated his monster cock without significant pain and damage. When you pull back and thrust forward, Layla moans again, louder and without regard for being discreet. You're not sure how thin the walls of the hotel room are, but you're pretty sure anyone next door or in the hallway will be able to hear the naughty presenter. "Fuck!" Layla exclaims. "Fuck me! Give it to me good!"

You oblige, starting to thrust your hips back and forth, gaining speed but being mindful not to hurt Layla. Gradually, even though you're really enjoying Layla's snug pussy, you're back and legs are starting to tire due to the awkward position due to the height difference. Not wanting to take a break, you grab Layla by her thighs and easily lift her legs off the floor while pushing her forward so that the upper half of her body is on the bed. This way, Layla doesn't have to support her body with her elbows, while you can fuck her hard while handling her body, allowing you to gradually get a little more of your cock inside her. "OH YEAAAH!" Layla moans in response to the new position that evidently gives her even more pleasure, so much so that her tiny body starts to shudder and you can feel the walls of her pussy clamping on your cock harder. You pause mid-thrust, intending to wait until Layla's orgasm subsides before you continue fucking her, but she's not on the same page. "Keep going!" she urges you. "Come on! Fuck me while I cum!" she begs. Of course, you're happy to do so, although you have to keep your thrusts short and quick until her pussy finally relaxes and you can slip in comfortably again.

You're about to flip Layla over onto her back when you hear a sharp knock on the door, causing you both to stop. Layla looks over her shoulder, confused. "Who could that be?" she asks.