Hotel [BDSM Erotic Fiction]

I took a deep breath. I was so nervous that I could swear the hotel clerk could hear my heart beating in my throat. But she was smiling at me as though nothing were odd about my request for a room with a king-sized bed. But from her perspective, there wasn’t anything odd about it. I was just a woman on my own who wanted a big bed. She asked how many keys, and I hesitated. I needed to say two keys. But would that be weird to be on my own asking for two keys? But before I could second guess myself further, she said, “I’ll give you two keys.” I nodded appreciatively and swallowed over the lump in my throat.

“There you go, Ms. Jersey,” she said. I wasn’t sure if she believed that it was my last name, but since I had paid in cash and given a $200 cash deposit to ensure I didn’t need a credit card, she didn’t question it.

It wasn’t my last name. My real last name was Sherman. And my first name was Carly. I had actually given her my real first name at least. I hoped that it would cut down on confusion by using my actual first name. But honestly, I hoped that the hotel clerk would be the only employee I would come in contact with during my brief stay.

I was doing something I had never done in my life. Something I had thought I would never do. Something that, if you had asked me five years ago if I would do it, I would have laughed in your face at the absurdity of it. Yet, here I was doing exactly that, and probably more.

The dating scene had changed a lot over the last five years. Meeting strangers from the internet was a big deal back then, but now it was commonplace. Apps like Tinder and OKCupid and countless others were bringing people together in ways that just didn’t exist then. And when people would meet on the forefathers of dating apps, they would do it in smart ways. They would bring a friend, meet at a crowded restaurant, or at least talk on the phone or on video to get to know the other person. But was I doing any of that? Of course not. I was doing something so dangerous, so risky, and so terribly out of character for me that I hardly believed I was standing in this upscale hotel, getting a room to share with a complete stranger.


I went to the hotel room first, bringing my small suitcase with me. I didn’t have a lot in it, but there were a few things I knew I would need. I had lingerie and the toys my stranger had requested. I couldn’t even think about those things right now.

When I got into the room, I looked around. It was a normal room. A king-sized bed, a big chair, a desk with a chair, and a couple of side tables. There were windows that went almost floor to ceiling. I looked and found that I could see right into the windows of the next tower. The sun was just setting, and I could see right into the rooms of people who had their shades open and their lights on. I knew that meant they could see me, too, but I knew that my stranger would want the shades open. I did dim the lights as much as I thought I should. I looked at the clock, and I knew I had just under an hour to be ready. I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror for a full minute. Could I really do this? Could I really go through with it? I took a deep breath and made up my mind. I had come this far, and I wasn’t backing down now.

I took the soaps and shampoos and opened them, discarding the seals. I made sure two towels were within reach of the shower. They were details that seemed minor, but I wanted to be able to hop in the shower later and not be fumbling with opening soap. I knew I was wasting too much time in the bathroom and left to go on with my other tasks.

Out in the main room, I pulled out the two keys to the room and double checked to make sure both worked. They did. I left the floor, going down through the lobby, and out to the street. I looked both ways and didn’t see anyone I knew, and felt relief. I found the spot I had been instructed to leave the extra key, and I tucked it away there. I snapped a picture of it and sent it off to the stranger I had been texting with, along with the room number. I took a deep, shuddering breath as I hit send, but knew there was definitely no turning back now.

I hurried back to my room and shut the door. I had to resist my natural urge to deadbolt the door. That would defeat the whole purpose. I quickly took off all my clothes, folding them neatly and putting them into my suitcase. From the suitcase, I pulled out the lingerie. The panties were g-string and so thin that one good tug would pull the fabric apart. The top covered my breasts with light cloth, but my nipples were visible right through it. It had thin straps that would hold it up, and it fell just to my hips. All the fabric was light blue to match my eyes.

I pulled the blankets off the bed so that just the sheet was there. I left the pillows at the top of the bed. I folded the large blankets as neatly as I could and left them in the closet. With the lights dimmed, it seemed as though the room was candlelit. I laid the other items he had requested on the bedside table and then lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, but I tried to focus on what I had been tasked with. Had I done everything he told me to do? I replayed the last hour over in my mind, and I couldn’t think of anything I had forgotten. I rolled toward the nightstand and picked up the items I had placed there earlier.

I slid the remote controlled vibrator into my pussy and pulled the blindfold on so that it was resting on my forehead. I needed my eyes for one last thing before I would pull it down. I picked up the cuffs that I would use to keep my hands bound. They were cuffs that I could slip my hands into and out of, so they weren’t super secure, but they got the point across. I looked above my head and saw that the headboard was solid. No chance to strap them there. My instructions were clear: If I couldn’t strap them to the headboard, I was to bind them behind my back. I slipped my right hand into the cuff and pulled the blindfold down with my left hand. I turned my head all different directions to see if I could peek out. I couldn’t. I put my left hand behind my back and slid it into the cuff. I was all set.


If I could have, I would have physically kicked myself for not looking at the time before I blindfolded myself. But the reality was that I had no sense of time anyway so it wouldn’t have mattered. I found that my heart was still pounding hard in my ears, but I was hardly breathing I was so anxious to hear any little sound. I couldn’t stop my brain from coming up with what-if scenarios. What if the cleaning crew came in? What if I had forgotten to put my phone on silent? What if I got an emergency phone call? What if this was all a big mistake?

But I knew that it wasn’t. I knew deep down in my core that this was what I had been craving. I wanted this complete stranger to lick me, suck me, fuck me. I wanted him to use me, to take advantage of me, and then to leave me. I was ashamed of the desire, but it was there nonetheless.

I waited and waited, and then I heard it, the click of the lock, the turn of the handle, and the footsteps into the room. I hadn’t thought it was possible for my heart to pound harder, but it did. I felt my pussy clench with desire and my own wetness increase tenfold. My legs were spread as I had been instructed and nothing was going to stop me from making a mess on the bed.

He didn’t say a word as he entered and approached me. The first physical indication I had that he was there was when his fingers touched the bottom of my foot. I flinched against my will, but I was so ticklish, I couldn’t help it. He trailed his fingers up the inside of my calf and then my thigh. My clit ached for him to touch it, but he didn’t. Before he reached my slick slit, he trailed his fingers over my hip and up my side. Again I shuddered but tried hard not to move. He moved across my breasts, tweaking my nipples through the fabric as he did. My pussy clenched again, and I arched my back in desire.

His fingers moved up from my breasts then and one hand wrapped around my throat. This was it. If I hadn’t placed my blind trust in a good man, I was in trouble. But he hooked his fingers behind my jawbone like I knew was safe and squeezed gently. I was able to breathe, though my breath came in rasps as he pressed lightly against my throat. “Who do you belong to?” he whispered.

“You,” I whispered back.

He let my neck go and slapped my breasts hard, first my right, then my left. It stung pleasurably. Then he moved away from me. I strained to hear anything, but couldn’t make out the sounds he was making. The vibrator turned on suddenly, and I couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped my throat.

My hips were gyrating as the small vibrator buzzed inside me. I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to. He had made that clear ahead of time. I didn’t get to cum until his tongue touched my clit.

He slid a finger along my soaking slit, and I could hear him chuckle. He ran his fingers down toward my ass, making sure my asshole was as slick as my pussy. His hands gripped my hips then, and I knew he was urging me to turn over. I struggled to do it with my hands restrained behind my back, but I managed. I felt the rip as he pulled the panties off my body. I had been mentally prepared for it, but the sound of the tearing fabric turned me on more than I expected.

I felt his cock slide along my slit, but not enter me. He slid along it again and again until his cock was soaked with my juices. He was thick, so thick. I didn’t think he was that long, but his thickness would more than make up for it. I felt the vibrator kick up a notch just as he pressed his cock against my puckered hole. He pressed forward, and I opened up to him. His cock slid inside me, and I moaned into the pillow. I couldn’t brace myself with my arms behind my back, but I didn’t care. It felt so good to have him pressing into my ass.

When his cock was fully pressed inside me, he gave me a moment to adjust and then he started to fuck me, fast and hard. I moaned as he fucked me, my moans reaching a fevered pitch as he turned the vibrator up again and began to spank my ass.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, “You feel so amazing filling my ass,” I screamed. My words seemed to spur him on. Without warning, he pulled all the way out of me and used his hands on my hips to urge me to flip over. When I was on my back with my legs on either side of him, he pulled me up by the light cloth I was wearing and then gripped me by the shoulder just before the slight straps ripped. He tossed the fabric aside and pulled me into a sitting position. I knew what he was after and I opened my mouth eagerly as he pressed his cock forward against my lips. I could taste myself on him, but I knew he wanted this, so I had made sure I was clean. When he was licked clean, I continued to suck his cock until he pulled it from my mouth.

The vibrations rocking my core stopped suddenly, and he pulled the vibrator out of me. I heard a thud as it hit the floor next to the bed. At the same time, he pulled the cuffs off my wrists. I stretched my arms out and wrapped them around his neck as he pinned me to the bed with his body, his cock sliding along my slit again. But this time, I knew that he was after more than just collecting some of my wetness. This time he wanted to fuck me. His cock slid home, and I moaned loudly. I felt totally full with him inside me, and I was clinging to him with both my arms and my legs. I could feel his hard, muscular body over me, but I still couldn’t see him.

“Cum for me,” I groaned, “Fill me with your cum, please!” I wanted it more than anything. I could feel him getting close; I could hear him panting. I wanted it more than I had wanted anything in my life. “Please, please, fill me with your cum,” I begged.

And he did. I could feel him spasm inside me and then the warmth of his seed as he filled me.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I panted, even though I had yet to have an orgasm. His cock slid out of me, and I felt him slowly work his way down my body, first biting each of my nipples, eliciting a gasp from me. Then, swirling his tongue down between my breasts to my belly button and dipping inside. It was oddly sensual. And then finally his tongue reached my clit, and I almost orgasmed instantly. My pussy clenched and spasmed and my toes curled. I felt all the cum that he had spent inside me start to drip out, but then he was lapping at it, licking it up noisily. I wanted to take the blindfold off and watch him, but I had promised him I wouldn’t. I had promised I wouldn’t take it off at all, and I wanted to honor that promise.

When I had stopped shuddering and felt that there was no more cum inside me, he moved away from the bed, and I listened as he moved around the room. I was weak, and I wasn’t sure if I could actually get up if I had wanted to. But I waited. I heard water running, and then turning off. I heard him bumping around the main room. And then I could feel him standing over me. I didn’t know what part of me had sensed him. I didn’t hear him or see him or smell him, but I knew he was there. He leaned over and bit my nipple, and I hissed in response. He bit the other one, and I moaned, arching my back.

Then his mouth was right next to my ear, and he nipped at my earlobe. “I’ll see you next week,” he whispered and then he was gone.

When I heard the door close behind him, I took the blindfold off. I resisted the urge to go to the door and watch him walk down the hall. Then I got up and showered and dressed. I sat in the desk chair for a while, thinking about the night and how wonderful it had been. When my phone beeped, I looked at it and saw that he had sent me the money for the hotel room, just as he had promised. I set my key on top of the one he had left on the desk, and I went home.


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