Sasha had recently graduated from law school and had not yet figured out her next move. One summer morning, a call came from a former fling asking her about her job plans. She had met Ted while she was interning at the state capitol. The older man was married and powerful, and she had not been able to turn down his advances at the time. They had not hooked up for awhile, but had stayed on good terms. He had become involved in a presidential campaign, and wanted to see if she was interested in a job for the next few months. She went in for an interview, and started her new temporary job the next day. As an event planner, she would be traveling around the state coordinating various speaking engagements featuring high profile politicians.
The job kept her very busy, traveling almost constantly with stops at home just long enough time to do her laundry and hit the office before heading out again. At many locations she didn't know anyone there, so she spent many quiet evenings alone in her hotel room.
One particular trip had proven to be brutal. The city was small and not a great place to be. The local staff she worked with were rude and cranky, and this particular event was proving especially challenging. She was staying at the only halfway decent hotel in town, and on her second night there decided to stop at the lobby bar for a drink. She sat at a small table alone and worked on her laptop while she waited for her vodka cranberry. She noticed a table of men next to her that didn't seem to fit in. They were dressed in dark clothes, and once she noticed their similar short haircuts she suspected they were with the secret service. She didn't pay much attention, but hoped maybe she might end up with some people to actually talk to on this trip.
She made it a short night, and after finishing two drinks she packed up to go to her room. It was then she made eye contact with one of the men next to her, and he greeted her and engaged a conversation. Once she explained what she was doing at the hotel, they confirmed she was correct and they were indeed with the secret service doing advance work before their protected person arrived in town. They talked her into another drink, and soon she had enjoyed several cocktails with them.
One in particular had caught her attention. Tom was the quietest of the group, and also the youngest. He was muscular with chiseled features and short blond hair. Not traditionally handsome, but definitely nice to look at. Based on his attire she surmised he might have a more physically demanding job, and wondered how he looked under his baggy clothing.
She decided it was time to leave and wished her companions a good night. She walked out the door, and soon Tom was at her side. He said it didn't seem right having her walk to her room by herself, and she certainly didn't mind the company. The hotel was under remodeling and for her to get to her room she had to walk outside in the dark parking lot.
Once they arrived at her room, she didn't stop at the door but just walked in and he followed her. She kicked off her heels and dropped her computer bag on a chair, and turned to him to say thank you. He stood near the door, and it had automatically closed behind him. He asked if she was tired, and she admitted that she wasn't really but didn't want to have a terrible morning by staying out too late. He asked if she wanted to hang out for a while and she agreed. This guy was seriously a man of few words and Sasha wasn't sure how to bridge the silence. She clicked on the tv, and relaxed on the bed. The sad hotel room didn't actually offer any other real seating to speak of, so Tom sat next to her. She asked him questions about his life, and as he talked a little more she laid on her side looking up at him.
He had gotten himself into her hotel room, so she assumed he was into her, but he wasn't really making any moves. She wasn't sure what to make of this quiet stranger, and then he abruptly moved down and started kissing her. His actions were intense and his body language was dominant. He pulled his face back.
"Do you want me here?"
Slightly surprised, she hesitantly said yes.
" I want to hear you say that you want me here."
She raised her eyebrows and looked him in the eyes. "I want you here, in my room, with me."
She put her hands on his hips and began trailing them up his sides, ready to check out his muscular torso. He abruptly sat up and stopped her. "Wait."
Confused, she looked up at him. Then as he pulled off his jacket, she understood why. He took his gun off his hip and placed it on the bedside table. Well this was certainly a first for Sasha.
"Any more of those I should be aware of?"
Unsmiling, he assured her that was the only one on his body and that he was not allowed to be without a weapon at any time. He resumed his position over her, the pressure of his large frame weighing on her body. He continued kissing her roughly and pulled his hips away unbuckling his belt. She was a little intimidated by him and didn't reciprocate as she normally would have. She was a little shocked by his assertiveness and that there was a gun right next to them.
He leaned up and pulled off his shirt. His chest was gorgeous and ripped. His skin was smooth and unblemished, and his arms were strong. He looked down and began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her lacy white bra and small firm tits. She loved to wear her white bra under a white shirt as you could see the lace through but it still left her fully covered. She wore a knee length skirt and he located the side zipper and pulled it down, exposing the side of the thin lace thong underneath. He pulled the fitted skirt down over her hips and off of her, tossing it aside. He went after her breasts hungrily, pulling her breast out from the cup of her bra and pulling on her nipple with his mouth. She leaned up slightly to reach back and unhook her bra, and he pulled it off as cast it aside. He continued manipulating her nipples with his mouth, pulling them in with his lips, lavishing attention from his tongue and lightly grazing his teeth across them when he pulled back. He mainly focused on her right side, occasionally going back and forth. Every time he sucked hard or she felt his teeth, she could feel a twinge between her legs and soon her pussy craved the same level of attention from his mouth. She had started to run her hands up his torso and around to his back, but he grabbed her arms and held them down as he teased her nipples.
She was so conflicted. She felt a little hesitant about how forceful he was, but she also had to admit that she loved him dominating over her. He certainly wasn't inflicting any pain on her, and she felt foolish for her reservations about a man who seemed to want nothing but to lavish attention on her body. She closed her eyes and just absorbed the sensations across her body, from his hands wrapped around her wrists holding them down against the bed, to his mouth that was pulling on her nipples with increasing pressure.
Soon he leaned up and began tugging on her panties. She moved her hips up so he could pull them off. Then she was lying completely naked before him. He looked over her body, pausing to look at her trimmed pussy. The dark blond hair formed a neat strip over her slit. He sat there shirtless, belt undone and pants and combat boots still on. Quietly, he told her to turn around. As she turned over, he grabbed her hips and held her ass in front of his hips. He looked down at her firm ass as she kneeled before him on all fours. With one hand holding her left hip, he gently smacked her ass with his right hand. It didn't hurt but surprised her and she jumped. His left hand tensed around her hip bone, and then he pulled his hand away and grabbed her long hair. Holding it firmly but not pulling, he slapped her ass again.
She then heard the metallic noise of his belt being moved and felt his movement behind her. He dropped his grasp on her hair, and pressed his hand between her shoulders lowering the upper half of her body onto the bed. Her ass remained in the air, and she felt his knees pressing her legs further apart. She heard noises behind her and thought it was the unwrapping of a condom but wasn't sure. Soon she felt his hands on both her hips and his cock pressing against her pussy. She was wet but still tight, so he wrapped his hand around his hard cock and pressed it harder against her entrance. He removed his hand once he had pushed the head inside her and slid the rest of the way inside of her.
She tensed, nervous of him rushing inside of her. But he pulled out slowly and reentered her over and over again, until her pussy was accustomed to his cock. Even then he continued to slowly fuck her and smacked her ass periodically. She loved the sensation of his hard cock coupled with the unexpected slap of his hand on her ass. Finally he began fucking her more rapidly, slamming his hips against her ass. She spread her legs further so she could feel his balls against her clit.
Suddenly he pulled out. She was so disappointed to have him no longer inside of her. But then he told her to turn around and he maneuvered her lower on the bed. She was surprised to see him kneeling with his pants bunched at his calves and boots still on. He stood up and finished undressing, and pulled off his condom. He got back on the bed and straddled her upper body, pushing his cock to her lips. She began licking him and pulling him inside of her mouth. Soon she was pulling him in further, and he began moving his hips. As he built up, he was soon fucking her mouth. She strained to take his full length down her throat, not being at the best angle to do so. He looked down at her as she tried to manage him inside her mouth. He pulled back and climbed off her and she sat up and leaned toward him. She kneeled between his legs going after his cock with her mouth. He sat back, leaning on his hands and let the blond go after him.
To her dismay, she kept sucking and deep throating him and he seemed no closer to coming. She felt like she was letting him down and continued licking and sucking him. She tried every trick in her arsenal to coax him to ejaculate in her mouth and it just wasn't happening. He was amused, knowing she was getting tired and frustrated. He sat up and pulled her up. He pushed her back down to the bed on her back, not roughly but firm enough to remind her he was still in control. He stroked his bare cock and got between her legs. He pushed inside of her effortlessly, then grabbed around her knees and pulled her toward him. He was fucking her hard, so hard she could feel him hitting her cervix with every stroke. He released his grip on her knees and leaned his body over hers, effectively pushing her legs back and spreading her pussy wide for his taking. He was fucking her roughly, not like anyone ever had before. In some respects it hurt a little, but something about his control over her made it all worth it.
He fucked her pussy long and hard, and then he pulled out without warning, shooting streams of come on her chest and her face. He walked to the bathroom while she lie there with his come puddled on her. When he came out he dressed, patted her thigh, said maybe he would see her tomorrow and left.
