I pulled my car into the parking lot of the Hyatt and found a spot fairly close to the lobby. Pulling in, I sat for a moment in the silence with nothing but the heavy rain falling against my windshield and my wipers moving back and forth quickly to fight against it. Back and forth. Back and forth. I checked the clock, noting I had arrived 20 minutes before the agreed upon time. My hand moved to the door handle, pulling it and letting the unrestricted sound of the heavy rain fill my ears as I slid from the driver’s seat out of the car and immediately sprinted into the lobby.
The clerk at the front desk greeted me in a very professional manner. I enjoyed this hotel for its top notch service, which is why it was my decision to come here tonight. It’s hard to say if he recognized me; I wasn’t that frequent, but who knows.
“I made a reservation,” I informed him.
“Last name?”
“Van Bokhoven,” I said as I handed him my driver license.
“Ah yes, I see here that you request a suite with a single king size bed. Is that correct?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Alright, here are your keys. Room 419.”
I took one and handed him back the other, “Please hold on to this one, someone else will be joining me shortly.”
He agreed as I gave him my thanks and walked toward the elevator. I wonder if he found it odd that I hadn’t brought a bag or anything in, but I’m sure he saw this sort of thing often. I stepped into the elevator and pushed the number 4. The door closed quickly and I felt the propulsion upward. Deep breath.
My key card slid into the door with a whirring sound signifying that it was unlocked just as a green light flashed on the reader. I pushed open the door to a familiar sight of a large room with a mini-bar, a large wall-mounted TV, a king sized bed, and a beautiful clean white bathroom. I took a couple steps in and let the door shut behind my. Time check. 5 minutes.
There wasn’t much to do now except wait. I sat at the desk and took off my watch and then my shoes. Sitting back in the chair with my hand on the desk, I kept an eye on the door and waited for the minutes to pass by. The fingers of my right hand drummed melodically on the desk, my pinkie striking followed by the next finger over and then the next and then my pointer fingers.
1, 2, 3, 4.
1, 2, 3, 4.
The half hour mark hit, the agreed upon meeting time, and the sound of a key card sliding into the door met my ears. I watched as the door swung open to reveal Ami who was wearing a long jacket that had been absolutely soaked by the rain. Her eyes immediately met mine as she stepped in and, just as I had done, let the door close behind her. She turned back toward it and locked the deadbolt before turning back to me and raising her hands to undo her jacket. Her right hand found her zipper and began pulling it down, revealing the dark blue blouse and tight black shorts she wore underneath.
“Welcome,” I said as a smile crept across my face.
“Hello…Sir.” with that statement, she made her intentions for the night perfectly clear. She was here to submit.
I didn’t move from my seat, in fact I sat back and took in the sight of the beautiful woman standing 12 feet away. Ami was a friend I had known for many years. I had developed feelings for her early on, but never really acted on them for the sake of our friendship. Now, as we arrived in our late 20’s, we had known a lot about each other and trusted one another with our secrets. We talked every day and she had let me in on some of her more private preferences when it came to her sexual desires and fantasies. In return, I offered up my own preferences. But this…this hotel room, this submission fantasy, everything about this was Ami’s desire, Ami’s suggestion.
Ami was brunette with beautiful olive colored skin. She was thick in the best parts of her body, particularly her ass, which I loved. There was no mistaking that she had large boobs, which men stared at without much discretion. She was 5’5”, a full 6” shorter than me. Everything about her was to be desired. And here she was standing before me, ready to do what I want.
I raised my hand from the desk and motioned for her to come to me. She moved quickly and stood before my seated body. My hand met hers and pulled her down toward me. I kissed her once and smiled as I looked into her eyes.
“On your knees, slut,” I commanded. She dropped to her knees immediately and looked up at me with a smile. Her smile and her eye contact made my chest tighten. I stood to my feet and watched as she began to bite her lower lip, knowing full well what was next.
“Make sure you take it deep in your throat,” I instructed her. Her hands reached up and undid my belt. Then the button of my jeans. Then the zipper. She gripped the waist of my jeans and my boxers and pulled them down straight to my ankles. My hard dick stood at attention right in front of her face. She let out a small gasp and immediately took it in her mouth without hesitation. She moaned in satisfaction as her tongue swirled around my dick and her mouth slid back and forth, trying to take it deeper and deeper. My moans matched her movements, completely being taken by the feeling of pleasure she gave so well. Her hands wrapped around my body, grabbing my ass firmly and pulling me toward her. Looking down, I watched as more and more of my dick disappeared into her throat. Her eyes glanced up at me as she held it. My right hand rested on top of her head, pulling her just a little deeper before she pulled back and took in a large breath. She looked back at me, drool running from her mouth as she gave an excited laugh and then went back to it.
I could have let her suck my dick all night, and believe me I was tempted, but more was required. I stood her to her feet after about ten minutes of her continuous enthusiastic sucking and pulled her to the wall by the bed. I pushed her facing the wall and my hard dick rubbed against her ass through her shorts. My hands explored her, running up and down her sides and then gripping her tits and then back down to her ass. My thumbs hook into the waist of her shorts and pulled them down until they dropped to her ankles. She was wearing lacy blue underwear, a similar shade to her blouse. My hands raised back up and pulled off her blouse, revealing a bra to match her panties.
“What a good slut you are,” I whispered in her ear, my dick now sliding directly against her ass. I grabbed her wrists and placed her soft hands with polished black nails up on the wall. My left hand reached down and spread her legs apart so that my right hand, holding my hard dick, could get between. My left hand then grabbed her panties and pulled them to the side. She let out a light gasp at the feeling of the air hitting her wet pussy. My middle finger rubbed back and forth before I brought it to my mouth to taste her.
“Mmm you taste good.” I told her.
“Well, so do you,” she responded in a breathy voice.
My left hand held her panties to one side again and she arched her back, ready for me. My right her guided my dick against her wetness and directly into her waiting pussy. A quiet girl she was not. It wasn’t rough, not yet anyway. I slid back and forth gently, but the feeling of me penetrating her was enough to make her moan loudly. Her breathing increased heavily as she pushed back against my dick, wanting it go deeper and deeper. The warmth of her pussy washed over my dick as my hands found their place on her hips. I needed more. My pace increased and I began to slam deep inside of her. Her hands stayed firmly against the wall, pressing into it in an attempt to find stability as her mind blanked in pleasure. It looked as though she would push holes into the wall if she could from the force she applied to it.
I didn’t exit her. My hands locked into her hip pockets as I turned her away from the wall and drove her down into the bed. I needed to go deeper. Her back arched hard giving my dick a direct shot as deep as it could go, and I took every single inch I could. Sliding almost all the way out and then slamming straight down, she screamed into the mattress. I could hear her mumbling and gasping out the words “Thank you — Thank you, sir.” before continuing her moans and screams into the dampening sound of the comforter and mattress.
I pulled out, causing her to moan. Her body tensed and shook and then relaxed. Flipping her over, I could see how worked she had been. She gave a little smile, her face red and sweaty. I pulled her up further onto the bed and grabbed one leg, lifting it to my shoulder, and then guided my dick back inside of her. My other hand grabbed her neck tight. Her eyes fluttered as I cut off air, tighter and tighter, with her face turning a deeper shade of red with the passing seconds.
I leaned in, applying more pressure to her neck as my dick continued to slide back and forth, and whispered into her ear, “Tell me who’s in control.”
It took a few seconds before she struggled out the words, “You..are.”
My hand released her throat and she took in a deep gasp of air. I let her leg drop away from my shoulder and both hands began to pinch and pull and twist her hard nipples. She let out cries of pain and moans of pleasure as I relentlessly applied pressure to them.
We didn’t have much time now. My dick was ready to give her every drop of cum I had. I let it slide out of her slowly as my hands let her nipples go. I stood back to my feet and reached forward, taking a handful of her hair and pulling her from the bed.
“Clean your pussy off my dick,” I commanded of her.
She dropped back to her knees and began licking and sucking my dick again. My hands buried themselves in her hair, taking hold again with my fingers anchoring the back of her head. She opened her mouth a little wider as I began to fuck it. Drool ran from her mouth and the sound of gagging accompanied my dick sliding back and forth in and out of her throat. I pushed as deep as I could go, held, and then released before immediately going back to a very quick pace back and forth.
As I felt my cum ready to be released, I grabbed and pulled as deep as I could go again. My body tensed as I unloaded every single drop into her throat. I felt her head initially attempt to recoil before she forced herself to try and take it deeper than I had been pushing. Finally I was done and slid out, the mess of drool and some cum following the tip of my dick from her mouth. Her makeup had been completed undone. Her face was a deep red. Blood vessels had clearly ruptured in her cheeks. And she looked up at me and gave a big smile.
“Thank you so much, sir,” she said.
“You did very well.” I assured her.
We both moved to the bed and she laid against my chest for another 30 minutes. She sat up after that and slid herself from the bed, putting her clothes back on and then retreating into the bathroom for a few minutes with the door shut. She came back out and stood at the foot of the bed with a smile.
“I have to get going,” she informed me, “my husband think I’m seeing a movie with my cousin.”
I chuckled lightly and smiled back at her, “Well, I really enjoyed you. You weren’t lying about your fantasies.”
“I told you, but you needed proof.” She said playfully.
“I may need proof again sometime,” I retorted.
Ami made her way to the door, unlocking the deadbolt, and then turned back to me, “Don’t worry, sir, I’m happy to prove it again.”
She bit her lip and then turned on her heels and walked out the door.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gvpecd/room_419_mf_hotel_meeting_in_secret_cheating
Great work, as always.