The Hampton Inn [NSFW] [MF] [some bondage, some spanking]

Their ritual was well rehearsed and well played. She knew her role and she played it exquisitely. At least once a week they met for a couple of hours at the Hampton Inn. He used her and she used him for pure sex and soulful lovemaking.

He was the aggressor, the Dom, and she was his submissive. She loved their sublime exchange of bodily fluids and he fell head over heels for her too. She knew what to expect, yet every time it was different. Every time he took it to another level as their love grew. Every time she had just one more orgasm before he packed up his bag and went on his merry way.

It was always during the day, between 9 and 5. It had to be outside of their family time. And the Hampton Inn was not too far away from either one of them, only 15 minutes with no traffic. It was their favorite spot because they got reduced pricing for 4 hour short stays. Quiet as kept, a couple of hours was all they needed for their weekly existential experience.

They had their hook up down to science. It started with the day, just the day. He simply texted “Tuesday”. If she wanted him that day she replied with their secret code. A capital “k” and a smiley face (K,) It wasn’t much of a code but they both knew what it meant, they were both going to get a sweaty fucking workout. Another day they would never forget. Another day they would always remember. A special day. A secret day. A loving day.

She didn’t set the meeting time. That heightened the anticipation. Her pussy got moist just thinking about it. All she knew that on the designated day was to pack her bag and bring a little extra cash. And then he would text the time “10”. She would reply the same way. K,. Her heart would skip a beat.

He called his bag his “tool box”. It was a black doctor’s bag stuffed full of his “instruments of pleasure”. They were pristine. He washed them meticulously before and after every encounter and used hand sanitizer on them too. 4 neck ties. Strawberry flavored KY jelly. Baby oil. A small paddle. An 11 inch black dildo. A 3 inch butt plug with 3 round bumps, the biggest one measuring less than an inch is circumference. A penis shaped vibrator. One dog collar with 2 nipple clamps attached. A silk scarf. A small emesis wash basin and a bottle of antiseptic/antimicrobial liquid skin cleanser.

She always arrived early because she had to reserve the room and get it ready. She started with a shower, making sure to clean all over. He didn’t make her take an enema, but he did like her to deep clean her pussy and her booty hole. He liked her to wear the bra and the nighty they bought together that first night, the night after the “professional” meeting where they first met. She remembered the experience vividly. As they stood up and introduced themselves, she saw him looking googly-eyed at her big breasts. She could swear she saw a big bulge in his pants too. Of course she noticed the wedding ring but it didn’t matter, she had a boyfriend and they were talking about getting married, so she wasn’t about to mess up her future screwing around with him.

So there you have it. At 10 o’clock sharp he knocked on the door. “Who is it?” she whispered as she peered through the peep hole. “Dr. Fleshman”, he answered. She chuckled because she called him Dr. Feelgood to all her friends. And then she unlocked the door and let him in.

He laid his coat over the back of the desk chair and set his bag on the table. If he was in a playful mood he would hug her, pinch her nipples through her bra and ease his right middle finger in her pussy. If she was wet enough he would take out his finger, smell it and lick it. He pussy juice excited him and he could feel his dick getting hard, like the first night they “necked” in the parking lot and she grinded her pussy against him, letting him know that she would be his.

And when he was ready he would say “assume the position”. That’s when she would lay on the bed face down, arms and legs outstretch. He would go in the bathroom and take a towel and lay it over the desk. Then he would empty the contents of his bag, laying things out in a particular order. “Any special requests?” he would ask. “Take me PLEASE” she whimpered. This was his cue to be creative and take her anyway he wanted.

He pulled the shades and darkened the room. Just enough so he could see after his eyes adjusted to the light and just enough for her to drift off into her netherworld, a euphoric place where her sexual inhibitions quickly faded away, leaving a emotional vacuum and a black hole to be filled by his hard cock. He took off his shoes, but remained fully clothed and then he started with the neck ties. She liked to squirm so he had to tie her down. In the old days he would grab a woman by her hair and fuck her from the back caveman style, but he had grown too old for those shenanigans. With her he had to make an exception. He knew she wanted to be “taken”. It was a matter of trust. She could stop him at any time with their safeword, but the utter helplessness of being bound and blindfolded gave her an emotional release that even she couldn’t explain.

First the left wrist. Not too tight. He didn’t want to scare her. Then the right wrist. Then he took a bath towel a laid it beneath her to catch all of their bodily fluids, and yes, there was going to be a lot of bodily fluids! Then the left ankle and finally the right ankle. That’s when he folded the scarf into a blindfold and covered her eyes. Everything went black, but her accentuated hearing made up for what came next. She could hear the water running in the bathroom as he prepared the wash basin. He ran warm water, not hot but not too tepid either, just a little hotter than her body temperature, around 130°. He moved over to the bed and wet the rag. She could hear him squeeze it out and liberally apply the antiseptic wash. He washed her gently, first her butt, then her butt hole. He used his finger to go deep inside. The warm froth felt good as she slowly relax. He cleaned it out good with his finger inside the rag and then he rinsed her booty hole clean. Next he did the same to her vagina, but this time he licked it first. He like the taste of her sweet pussy juice and it was dripping wet at that very moment.

He started the voice memo on his phone. He knew her dripping wet pussy like the back of his hand and she was getting close, real close. He liked to record her orgasms so he could play them back later when he masturbated alone, and she was happy to give him plenty of orgasms to enjoy. Sometimes she would give him a treat and record her own masturbation sessions. She knew what he liked and she liked to give it to him. It was her gift of love, a gift that only she knew how to give. That’s what was so unique about their relationship, she shared her secret fantasies with him and he shared his secret fantasies with her, and like a Venn diagram, the union of their intimate desires met in the middle at the Hampton Inn.

As he was licking her clean he took a little jelly, placed it on the tip of the butt plug and slowly inserted it. As always, it was a strange sensation, but he continued to lick her pussy until she reached her first orgasm and begged for more. He knew what she wanted, a hard dick to replace a soft tongue and he was happy to oblige. But first she had to feel a little pain. He knew that a little pain before the main act would make her pulsating pussy feel even better, and he knew how to mix the two sensations like an expert and she loved every minute of it.

He put a pillow under her stomach, just below the abdomen so it propped up her pussy just right. He slowly inserted the 11 inch dildo in her pussy and worked it in and out. Then he took his small paddle and whacked her butt. Soft at first, then whack, whack, whack, until she winced in pain. She had to wince in pain for him to stop. Sometimes this went on and on for what seemed like a long time. Whack. Whack. Dildo in and out. Whack, whack, in and out. And when she screamed, baby please, fuck me please (it had to be those exact words), he knew she was ready for his hard dick and he knew she wasn’t far away from a loving orgasm.

He would drop his pants and drop his drawers, laying them on the chair with his jacket, and kneel behind her. He rearranged the pillow and propped her up at just the right angle for his hard dick to slide in perfectly. He removed the dildo and smelled her pussy juice and then mounted her from the back. She tightened her pussy around his manhood and he jammed it in deeper and deeper. He had a rhythm that she just loved. In and out, deeper and deeper. “Fuck me, fuck me harder”, she said. “Show me, show me you love me”, he said. And that’s how they worked themselves into wild frenzy. And that’s when they would cum together in unison, an explosion of emotion and pure love for the soul. The pure sex brought out their pure love and they both enjoyed it immensely.

He lay on top of her to catch his breath and her pulsating pussy made him hard again. And once he got hard, he would fuck her again and again, making sure to stop the voice memo and start a new recording, every 10 minutes or so. It seemed like an endless cycle. When he wanted it tight, he removed the butt plug and fucked her in the ass while working the dildo in her pussy, and when he wanted the soft pussy that made his engorged penis grow even bigger, he reinserted the butt plug and fucked her doggy style.

And just for variety, he would remove the blindfold and turn her over face up on her back. He wanted her to see his face and he wanted to look deeply into her eyes to see her orgasm. He would hold down her wrists with his strong hands and hike her knees up by placing his arms in the crevice behind her knees. This put her knees up in the air, almost behind her ears and that’s when he would fuck her like there was no tomorrow. She didn’t know how he opened her up so wide, but the more she relaxed the deeper he would stick it in and she just loved it when he squirted his warm cum inside her.

When it was all over, he rolled his tools into the towel, carried them into the bathroom and washed them off in the sink. He carefully dried them and put them back into his bag. They were both butt naked and looked each other up and down just like the first time. Sometimes she could barely walk and sometimes she was reminded of her little “spanking” when she sat down in a chair. Then they showered together while he used the baby oil to massage her shoulders and massage her back. As a friendly reminder of time well spent, he would finger fuck her to orgasm, one last time.

As they sat on the bed and reluctantly dressed, she didn’t know what position she liked the most. From on top, from on the bottom? From the back, from the front? Face down, face up? 69. All she knew was that she never experienced anything like this from anyone else in her life time. It was the care and the giving heart and the love he showered her with that put her over the top. He was so careful to make her feel good and she kindly reciprocated with her unending love. And now that she had found him, she would enjoy every minute of him, over and over again at the Hampton Inn. And that was their dream come true as they lived happily ever after.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3yspnq/the_hampton_inn_nsfw_mf_some_bondage_some_spanking