At 1am they checked in to the fashionable west London hotel. It was a luxury neither of them could afford but their bodies demanded their lust be satisfied. The concierge surely knew exactly what they were doing - early 20s, no luggage; it was obvious really. He can't but have been somewhat jealous. She was gorgeous. Sandy blonde hair, tanned skin with a smattering of freckles. 22 years old but looked like she was in her late teens.

The room they paid for was on the 11th floor and afforded breathtaking views out over Sloane Square, Belgravia and, in the distance, the City and Canary Wharf. They didn't pay attention to it for very long. Within two minutes of entering the room they were undressed. He stood opposite her as she sat on the bed and took the head of his member into her mouth. She worked her tongue around the ridge before starting to work up and down the shaft. He reveled in the sight, realising that the large mirror to his left allowed him to indulge in some quite enjoyable narcissistic voyeurism. But he didn't come here for a blowjob.

He led her to the counter that ran across one side of the room and lifted her on. Firmly, he parted her legs then paused to enjoy the moment; his fully erect manhood poised at the opening to her sweet, tight pussy; their eyes locked, lust and passion exuding from every movement, every breath. Finally, he penetrated her forcefully, making her cry out. He fucked her cunt thoroughly, pulling almost all the way out before ploughing back in at full tilt. He wanted her to truly know she'd been fucked, and he wanted to feel it when she came on his cock. This second wish was fulfilled in short order.

There was no let up in their passion, immediately he moved her to the bed and positioned her on all fours, her legs apart so as to support her weight with her harms. Again he worked his thick cock into her pussy, easier this time after he'd made it his moments earlier. The position allowed him to go deeper into her than before; he found the sensation of his balls slapping against her as they rutted very erotic. He slapped her ass occasionally, drawing screams and encouraging her to increase her pace.

Inexplicably, he pulled out, though she didn't turn around. She felt a cold finger against her anus and realised what he had in mind. Slowly, he worked it in to the knuckle before very carefully adding a second. Suddenly, the digits withdrew and were replaced by the head of his penis, impossibly large and trying to push into her tiny arse. For what seemed like an age he maintained constant pressure as she whimpered and moaned through the pain and discomfort to take his big cock in her asshole.

Miraculously, he penetrated her to the first inch. He began to build a rhythm, thrusting a little bit deeper with each push forward. She began to respond, the discomfort giving way to intense physical pleasure. Soon, what had seen an impossibility at the outset had transpired - his entire cock was in her ass. Presently he started to fuck her ass in earnest, roughly pushing into her as he held her hair. The sex was animal, guttural noises and promises of further defilements coming from both of them. Finally, his balls tightened and he shot ream after ream of cum into her, still fucking her as each jet left his cock. The quantity was prodigious. As he slowly extracted himself it poured out of her ass, running down onto her pussy and thighs.

It was now 4.30am, and the day seemed very young indeed.