My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a hidden world inside the Cheslea Inn hotel chain. I found out a private, non-exclusive sex club exists that meets just after the bar closes each night. One night a beautiful woman picked me up for anonymous sex and introduced me to what was known as The Inn Club.
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Every once in a while it's like karma decides you need a break, or maybe just a little payback. That's what happened during my last trip to San Francisco.
In the preceding week I had a particularly annoying time at home, a completely pain in the ass time at work, and to top it off the trip to San Fran had turned out to be anything but positive. Arriving on a Tuesday night, the customer meetings planned for Wednesday and internal corporate meetings planned for Thursday were initially no big deal. The customers were established fans of our company and the internal meetings were a check in the box kind of thing. Both of these assessments were true right up until the first customer meeting. After that I think the appropriate term is shit show.
While the customer may have been a fan, there is never an excuse to take a relationship for granted. I realize this sounds a bit silly given my home relationship, but business is business. The meeting with ZYcor (not my choice of name) was not mine and I was supposed to be in the supporting role. To my dismay, the responsible business unit assigned someone I had a rather low opinion of. To my further dismay, this person proved my assessment correct by utterly cocking up the entire affair. Of course, they did not realize they had cocked it up, which served to again reinforce my view of this person. The customer was clearly upset with us and our key rep had no idea. After the meeting this person even asserted that the customer just didn't get it. Shaking my head, the next meeting, run by another person from a different business unit, was no better. There is simply nothing worse that presenting without doing discovery.
That night I was so pissed that after a stern workout with the elliptical I had dinner, a couple of drinks and went to bed.
On Thursday I attended the internal meetings not really expecting much in the way of fireworks. To my horror, the senior person present, interestingly but not importantly, was a woman of about my age with simply stunning looks. I say to my horror because I could not stop fantasizing about her even as she cut the legs off of everyone present. I must hasten to add that she was fully justified, and the fact she has great tits just made it really weird and uncomfortable for me. Well, it was also uncomfortable that I had been present in those disastrous meetings and not simply taken control from the mindless dweebs who went on to wreck them.
All of this is to say that I arrived back at the hotel that night charged up on adrenaline, anger and irritation and went straight to the lounge at 10pm. I downed more than my usual number in a short time and when the bewitching hour of 11pm arrived, I was ready for some physical action. I was very much ready to pound the living crap out of the first woman to flash me a smile. Don't get me wrong, I was all about her having a good time, but what I really, really wanted was a pussy pounding fuck that would allow me to vent my frustrations in a most mutually beneficial way.
Shaking my head over my wayward thoughts, I had no sooner called for my tab than someone sat down at the chair next to mine at the bar. I turned to look at the newcomer and found myself looking at a middle aged woman, perhaps five or ten years younger than me, sporting too much makeup and copious cleavage. I leered overtly at the cavern formed between her tits and looked back into her eyes. "I very much hope there is something I can do for you," I said.
She grinned, but just a little. "That all depends on whether or not," she lowered her voice, "you have a card."
Well that was a good sign. I handed her one of my standard and simple cards. By now you should be familiar with it. The front read:
Alex
Player, The Inn Club
Xxx-xxx-xxxx
While the back read simply: solo, het
After reading both sides she nodded and handed me her card.
Tina
Player, The Inn Club
xxx-xxx-xxxx
With the reverse reading: duo, het, kink
As I raised an eyebrow in question, she withdrew her phone and unlocked it.
Tina: 'let me explain'
Me: 'of course'
Tina: 'if you are interested, it'll be just you and me messing around'
Me: 'but?'
Tina: 'hubby likes to watch, and we have a particular scene in mind'
Me: 'still here'
She looked up at me and grinned. My sour demeanor broke in the face of an eager partner and a promising encounter.
Tina: 'come to 417 in 20 minutes. You will find a scene, where, well, I am ready for sex. You are 'not supposed to be there' and you should act the part as you have your way with me'
Me: 'liking this so far'
Tina: 'ok. There's lube if you need it, and don't leave no marks. just a fantasy of 'unwanted' sex. Ok?'
Me: 'I think i understand. btw, how long do I have?'
Tina: '?'
Me: 'ok if i come more than once?'
Tina: ':) the more the better. and, be verbal about it. :)"
Tina turned off her phone and leaned in to me, pressing her breasts to my chest as she whispered in my ear, "After all, I won't be in a position to say no. But why would I want to?"
Tina then stood and left the lounge. I followed a bit later, stopping to drop off everything but my room key. She hadn't said anything about protection, but I figured what she had in mind kind of ruled that out by definition.
I arrived at room 417 at the appointed time and let myself in. Before walking around the corner to look into the room I listened carefully and started to remove my clothes. It was warm in the room, as I expected, and as I stripped I could hear whimpering noises. Naked, I stepped out from the entryway to find a most inviting, and somewhat odd but not unexpected, scene. In the center of the room was a king size bed. In the center of the bed was Tina, face down with her hips resting on a pile of pillows. She was tightly bound to the corners of the bed with ⅜ or ½ inch rope and completely nude. She looked up at me, her face grimaced in what I hoped was mock horror, and said, "You bastard! I can't believe you are going to fuck me in front of my husband!"
Past the bed and against the wall was a chair. On this chair was a man, again likely my age, fully dressed and lashed to the chair with the same size rope. He was gagged and he looked me up and down before blinking his eyes slowly and shaking his head rather violently. Turning to look at Tina, I noticed her pussy was currently occupied, as was her ass. Investigating, I found a thick vibrator working on her pussy and clit and some kind of plug in her ass. Taking hold of the vibrator I pushed it in and out of her, eliciting a delicious moan. "You love it. Admit it. I shoved that vibrator in your pussy not two minutes ago and now your creaming all over it."
She groaned as I shoved the vibrator against her clit, and she grunted, "Ungh, you, fucker, why don't you just do what you have in mind and get it over with."
"Oh, I will you bitch, I will. But I like forcing you to enjoy it so you can have just a little more shame."
Tina turned and spit at me, half-heartedly maybe, but putting on a good show. I wiped her spittle from my chest with two fingers and then withdrew the vibrator and pushed those two fingers into her pussy. She was thoroughly wet and ready and I pressed in fully and stroked her g-spot. She groaned. I looked at the man in the chair. "Can you see how much this slut wants it?" Rather than looking shocked or dismayed, his eyes were wide and his breathing deep and it seemed to me he was enjoying the show.
Again sure this was just a scene, I continued. Holding the vibrator against her clit as I finger fucked her pussy and stroked her g-spot, it wasn't long before she clamped down on my fingers and came with a rush. "Fuck you," she said slowly after her contractions stopped.
Rather than answer, I got on the bed, removed the vibrator and shoved my cock in her pussy to the hilt in one fast stroke. I was rewarded with a sincere (sounding) "unghhh!"
"Tell me what you want, bitch," I grunted as I started to fuck her.
"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me, you fucker!" She barked at me between gasps.
I reached under the pillows and took her hanging tits in my hands. I leaned forward, again fully sheathing myself inside her pussy, and whispered in her ear, "Just checking."