One Night Out

"And that'll just be the one night, then?" asked the perky receptionist behind the counter.

"For now, yes. Thank you." replied the monster of a man, smiling back at her.

"Here you go then. Enjoy your stay." She said, handing one card key to the cliché tall, dark and handsome gentleman, and one to the beautiful and dainty blond woman at his side.

"Thank you again. Have a pleasant evening." he replied with a debonair smile, before turning and offering his lady his arm. The two of them made their way to the elevator, the receptionist admiring his backside the whole way.

"That, must be the most beautiful couple I've ever seen!" she finally blurted to her co-worker.

"They're regulars, one night every few weeks."

"Too bad, I was hoping she was just a thing for the night."

"You and me both, honey."

The elevator doors slid open on the fourth floor with a chime. "This way." The frame of chiseled muscle led the luscious blond down one hall to the next and pulled them to a stop in front of a non descript door, like any other in the hotel. With a swipe of his key the lock sprang free and he ushered her in ahead of him, turning to lock the door behind them and setting his briefcase on the ground.

She shivered visibly as he turned those steely grey eyes on her. "Kneel." He commanded. Without hesitation she sank to her knees, bottom on heels, never taking her shining blue eyes from his. He closed the distance between them with one fluid step. He stood there, directly in front of her, saying nothing. Doing nothing. She resisted the urge to fidget, watching the storm in his eyes. "You may."

With a rush of excitement her hands reached out and released the clasp of his belt. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the button of his pressed pants, then coaxed the zipper down slowly revealing inch after inch of smooth pelvis. Her slender hands gripped his waist band and dragged the pants down to his knees. His engorged shaft sprang free, slapping against his abdomen and twitching in front of her. She reached up, perched on her knees, to wrap her hand around the swollen girth, failing to encircle it completely. Her hand gripped him firmly and pulled slowly from root to tip, twisting along the way.

"Mmm." Came the encouraging bass rumble. In response she added her second hand to his throbbing monster and drew them both along his length. Back and forth, back and forth. Her eyes trailed up his still fastened jacket, across his broad chest, along his sharp jaw and settled on those stormy grey eyes. One corner of his mouth curled up as her lips brushed a gentle kiss at the tip of his crown. She continued to gaze up at him as she laid kiss after kiss along his ridged length, gradually including her tongue. Her lips parted over his angry head and each kiss drew him further into her mouth, where she stroked him with her tongue and teased the sensitive underside of his manhood.

"Deeper."

Without hesitation she held his hips and pulled him to the back of her throat, where she held him, with her jaw stretched wide and fighting her gag reflex. She twitched, jerked, then coughed as she pulled back with tears at the corner of her eyes. His rod jerked in front of her as she sucked in a couple quick, steadying breaths before she gripped him again and pulled him where he wanted to be. Deep between her lips, pressed hard against her throat, cutting of her breath, scaring her, and making a fire grow between her clenched thighs. She choked again and had to pull back, but each time this happened she returned him to her throat faster and faster.

She gripped his shaft in one hand and made her lips chase it back and forth along his length while using the other hand to massage his balls gently. This coaxed a long groan of pleasure from the giant looming over her. Faster and deeper she took him, twisting as she ran her hand up and down him and rolled his balls.

"Up." He growled. His tone sent a thrill strait to her centre. She hastily climbed to her feet and peered up at him expectantly. He kicked off his shoes, pants and socks and then invaded her space. Unable to resist she stepped back from him and bumped up against the wall. Her pulse quickened as he crowded in and leaned down to capture her cheeks in his large, strong hands and press his hungry lips to hers. Passions climbed and the kiss deepened. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her tongue, wrestling it, exploring her as if for the first time. The tingling between her thighs grew and his erection twitched and jerked between them.

His hands roamed back to cup her head and tilt it back, letting him trail kisses from her cheek down the curve of her neck and to explore the cleavage her tight little white dress showed. One hand moved to rest heavily on her hip as his lips trailed back up her lightly panting chest. His teeth pulled at the small strap draped over her shoulder.

"Get rid of this. Now." He growled against her neck as his hand dragged the zipper down her back, then let his hand continue on to grab her bottom possessively. He stepped back ever so slightly as she slid the straps from her delicate shoulders and let the dress slide over her gentle curves and luscious hips to pool on the ground around her heels. She flushed at the hunger that lit his eyes as he leered at her standing in front of him in nothing but her pretty little panties, matching bra and dangerous high heels.

Her eyes followed those strong hands to his throat where he pulled his tie free and dropped it to the ground. Those skilled fingers she craved took their time releasing each button of his starched shirt, slowly revealing the unyielding layers of muscle on muscle that the thin fabric made a poor attempt to hide. He shrugged the garment to the floor too, then closed the narrow space between them and tilted her chin up to look into her baby blues.

His other hand reached up and let her hair down from its organized bun, letting her golden waves cascade down her back, resting only inches above her panties. Her eyelids fluttered as his hand followed the curve of her neck, down her back, and released the catch of her bra. The strapless article fell to the ground forgotten, as the swells of her breasts were released from their confines. Her little pink nipples hardened further in the cool air and under his hungry gaze.

He slowly sank to one knee, drawing both hands down her back, along her ribs and settling firmly on her hips. Drawing her near, he took a nipple between his lips and rolled it gently, circling it with his hot tongue and sending shivers up and down her spine. His strong hands massaged out from her spine along the swell of her hips as his tongue flicked her tingling tip. Slowly he trailed kisses over to her neglected nipple, letting the other be encompassed by one hand. Her breathing was heavy as he suckled from one and massaged the other. Her hands combed through his short dark hair, urging him on, holding him close.

A surprised cry broke the heavy breathing as he bit her nipple not too lightly. The burst of pain was lightning strait to her clit. She whimpered lightly as the other was pinched between his fingers and then rolled in a most evil way. Another startled cry made her clamp her thighs as his teeth made another light nip. On the verge of begging for more she clasped him to her bosom and moaned into the air.

Without warning he stood, both hands nestled under her ass and lifted her against him, his leaking cock trapped between them and hot against her bare stomach. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him close, grinding her wet panties against his girth as he crushed her between himself and the wall. Claiming her mouth with his. Playfully she took his lower lip in her teeth and pulled. His grip tightened on her rump and she was swept away, clinging to his broad back as he carried her effortlessly to the bed and laid her out on it.

His hands roamed the sensitive skin of her sides as he leaned over her, slowly kissing from her collar to the swell of her breasts, down her taut tummy, where he paused to kiss circles around her navel and tease it with his tongue. His licker trailed lightly down, down...down. Her legs open in invitation. She shivered as he placed butterfly kisses along the waist band of her frilly underwear. He sucked lightly at the skin on her hip, drawing gentle coos from her wispy breath. His mouth kissed the inside of her thigh. His hands squeezed and gripped her thighs, her ass, the small of her back. She gasped and rolled her hips with growing frustration as he kissed her wet mound through her panties, and then carried on to tease the sensitive flesh of her other thigh. Biting her lip, she stifled the plea on her tongue and wished for him to stop teasing her. Those long, strong fingers caught at the band and pulled it down.

"Mmmmm, there." His deep voice like gravel had her on edge. Her lips were engorged and shining with her own juices. She squirmed with need, silently willing, wishing, pleading that he'd touch her, take her. A sinister grin split his handsome face as if he could read her every thought. Well, perhaps she wasn't hiding her need as well as she hoped, but she knew the rules. She didn't dare ask. His grin grew as he lay down between her thighs, wrapped his arms under both legs and gripped her thighs tight, trapping her, exactly the way she needed.

"Oohhhhhh." Came her involuntary moan as his lips fastened on her throbbing clit and gently sucked. His tongue darted around her hood and made her back arch and her hands clench the covers as the most delicious bliss built. His lips stroked hers. His tongue parted her and ran the length of her swollen labia. He returned to flick her burning clit and send sharp spasms through her whole body, dragging moans of abandon between her gasping breaths. Her hips tried to roll, but his heavy hands held her tight, preventing any escape. Exactly where he wanted her. Exactly where she wanted to be. Exactly where she needed to be.

She flinched and quivered as his tongue teased and soothed, satisfied and tormented. "Oh, fuck!" as his tongue finally delved inside her wet heat. She squirmed, rolling in his tight grip, bucking and moaning. His tongue stroked inside her, tasting her sweet juices as her hands ran through his hair and urged him on. Opening her legs wide she begged in every wordless way she knew how for him to go deeper. She tried to buck closer, he held her. She arched her back and tried to pull him tighter by the hair, he refused to give her more. Her frustration grew with her excitement, knowing that when he finally decided to he would make her --

"Ooohhhhhh, fuck! Fuck!" She groaned as he opened wide and pushed his hot tongue inside her. He began licking franticly. Long, tantalizing thrusts of his tongue. "Mmmmmm." She jerked beneath him. His tongue withdrew and attacked her clit, furiously flicking it, stroking it, sucking it. His one hand released her thigh and suddenly two long fingers were thrust up inside her effortlessly.

"Ohhhh gaawwd..." She groaned as his fingers curled up against her wall and stroked that spot that made the lights flicker. She kicked out and rolled her hips, panting. His other hand moved from her thigh to lay heavily across her pelvis and pin her still again. "Oh gawd! Oh, shit! Fuck, fuck! Fuck!" She cried out as his tongue resumed its assault on her clit and his fingers stroked her g-spot fast and relentless.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I... I... I'm... I... Aaaaahhhhhhooooooohhh!" Wave after wave of sensation crashed down on her petite body and carried her away. Spasms racked her from scalp to toes as her world came undone. He refused to stop, if anything he quickened further. "I... I..." She gasped.

"Again." He ordered. Her body obeyed.

"Ooooohhhhh!" She cried out as she was washed away on another flooding wave of pleasure, stemming from her centre and then crashing outward. He held her tight as she trembled and spasmed beneath him, gradually he slowed and eventually stopped his relentless attack and she slowly floated down. He raised himself up and kissed her. She always got a thrill tasting herself on him. She lay there with rubbery muscles enjoying the kiss, knowing he would tell her what to do when he was ready.

His lips drew away as he stood next to her. "Wet me." Was all he said. Her excitement began to grow anew as she sank to her knees beside the bed and took him in hand. She savoured the salty taste of his leaking precum as she ran her tongue from his heavy balls up his engorged length and lapped at his swollen head. "Mmmm." He encouraged. She smiled at the butterflies in her stomach as she opened wide to accommodate his girth and took him between her lips, over her tongue, and let him rest against the back of her throat the way he liked. "Not right now." He said with a reluctant groan. Her tummy flipped knowing how excited he was. "I need to be inside you, now."

Her pussy gave an involuntary clench, she could feel her juices. She liberally covered him with saliva as she took him back and forth. He reached down and grabbed her head with both hands. Her fear and excitement spiked. He held her still and greedily drove to the back of her throat a few times before releasing. A trail of spit attached his jumping prick to her lip as she coughed and smiled up at him through watery eyes. He knelt down and effortlessly picked her up again. Dropping her down on the bed and immediately crowding in over top of her.

His enormous frame blocked out the light as he leered down at her. With one vice like hand, he pinned her wrists above her head. The excitement grew. With his other, he guided himself toward her heat. As always, he felt too large resting against her hot, wet entrance. She was scared. She was excited. And he was sliding into her. Her tight little tunnel stretched around him. His girth filled her completely. Inch after inch slowly eased inside her. She was so full. Her breathing was sporadic as she looked up at him. His features were shadowed, but she could see the excitement in his eyes as well.

Slowly he withdrew, every agonizing moment of it leaving her hollow where she had just been almost painfully full. Then he thrust forward again, a little faster, and a little deeper. Again and again. Her breath hitched when he bumped her cervix. She wasn't ready yet. "Hmm." He mused with mischief in his eyes. He was going to fuck her anyway! The thought raced through her head followed by fear. And as had become their thing, followed by a fresh flood of her own hot juices. She tensed as he withdrew and then pushed himself forward ungently. The discomfort of him hitting her cervix was overshadowed by her fantasy. He was too big. She couldn't stop him. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and she was powerless against it. And it drover her wild.

The next thrust was slightly harder. It hurt a little more. And the next. And the next. She whimpered softly with every thrust and felt her ass grow wet with her own sloppy juices. He squeezed her wrists and tweaked her nipple. She cried out as new pain mingled with the familiar and the pleasure. Her body was being overwhelmed with pain and pleasure and she was deliciously confused.

"There." She heard him grunt his satisfaction as his pelvis slammed into her clit and his heavy balls clapped against her ass. He was in. All of him was in. Every inch of that more than two handed monster was nestled deep inside her soft body, whether she was ready or not. Her arousal continued to take her higher and higher as he pinned her beneath him.

"Ohhh, fuck." She sighed. A victorious smile blooming on her lips before he unceremoniously pulled back and slammed in again. The pain startled her and made her clench around him. He groaned low in his throat and slammed into her again. Over and over. The pain quickly ebbed and disappeared and she was soon crying out with pure, unadulterated bliss as she rolled her hips up to meet his every body-shaking thrust.

It was amazing, but she craved that touch of danger again. She spread her legs wider, lifted them higher, and cried out as he sank even deeper still and found her cervix again. He growled like a wild animal and fucked harder, deeper. It was too much. He was too much. She was terrified, in pain, and so unbelievably turned on that the wet spot on the bed was nearly half way up her back.

Suddenly her wrist were free. He gripped her hips in both hands and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him and impaling her on his meat. She lay against his chest as she reoriented herself. She needed more. She needed him again. She sat back and winced as she settled deeper onto him. He was pressing hard and consistent and she couldn't escape it. Her juices continued to run down his throbbing shaft. She rolled her hips back and forth, grinding him into her. The pain was only half of what she was craving. She needed to feel all those inches of him stroking through her, filling her completely, then taking that feeling away from her, only to take her higher by bringing it back.

Unable to reach the bed with her knees, she reached back, quickly undid her heels and tossed them aside. She gathered her feet on either side of him, placed both hands on his washboard abdomen and picked herself up. The relief was nearly euphoric. In a completely different way from the spear that lanced through her as she crashed back down on him, filling herself with his impressive cock. The pendulum of pain and relief had her drunk with excitement as she rode him desperately, feeling her release growing. Her nails bit into him as she rode, her breathing grew ragged and desperate. Her pussy had soaked them both and her clit ached for her release.

His masterful hand reached out and stroked her sensitive nub as she slammed into him. The zing it sent through her was electric. She shifted her hands from his abdomen to his thighs, leaning back and hoping he would give her what she needed. As she resumed impaling herself on his member, which now also dragged deliciously along her g-spot, he reached out and rubbed her clit viciously, while also thrusting up to meet her every stroke.

"That's all I can handle." He admitted defeatedly as the muscles in his jaw tensed and he grabbed her hips and viciously pulled her down while thrusting up like a jack hammer in rapid concession. With a final snarl and aggressive thrust that he pulled her down hard into, she felt his hot semen flood inside her. Every sensation came together at once and overwhelmed her. The pain, the euphoria, the electricity, the fear and safety. Her overloaded mind and body had no choice but to unravel.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuucckk!" She cried and collapsed on his chest as she lost all control of everything. Her orgasm tore through her with an almost violent force. She cried out as she was drowned by her own release. The damn breaking that let loose the flood.

After what seemed like forever, she came back down. The first thing she noticed was his still hammering heart beat beneath her ear. The second was his one hand in the small of her back and the other running through her hair. The third was his still impressive manhood buried deep inside her exhausted body. She was too content to move. She simply lay there, basking in the afterglow.

"That was amazing." She mumbled happily.

"You're not done yet." She heard echo through his chest. Her pussy gave an involuntary clench. She lifted her heavy head and gazed into those mischievous, stormy eyes. His wicked grin gave her butterflies. A nervously excited smile couldn't stop from parting her lips. She wanted to ask what he meant, but if they weren't done yet, she dared not.

He gently lifted her off of him, releasing the geyser of their fluids onto his stomach, and set her on the bed next to him. He chuckled softly as he grabbed some Kleenex from the bedside and quickly wiped himself off. Then he stood and padded to the door where he had left his briefcase. Unrivaled excitement and curiosity had her fighting to keep her silence as she gazed after him only imagining what he was up to. Her excitement lurched when he brought the briefcase over and opened it in front of her. Nestled inside was her favourite butt plug, a bottle of lube, and a long length of soft twisted rope.