Room 308: The Dirty Weekend

**Author's Note:**

Room 308: The Dirty Weekend is a raw walk into lust and power. It introduces Tasha and Ben - partners in every sense. Confident and carnal. Here for one thing: a no-limits weekend of pleasure.

When they spot a mysterious young woman alone in the hotel bar, the temptation is too strong to resist. The games begin - and the rules no longer matter.

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They didn't come for the view.

They came to fuck.

One weekend. Just the two of them. No kids. Doing exactly as they wanted.

Tasha stood just inside the doorway of Room 308, dragging the battered overnight bag across the cheap carpet, her booted heel kicking it shut behind her. The door closed with a loud thump.

"Ben," she said, without turning. "We're not leaving this room until I'm walking funny."

He dropped the second bag - the one with the toys - and looked at her like he might take her on the spot. Tattoos curled up both his forearms, the ink dark against his tanned skin. His jeans were already showing the outline of his cock, hanging heavy down one thigh.

Tasha turned slowly.

Her black tank clung to her curves, the kind that came from motherhood and not giving a fuck - a real woman's body. Her arms were covered in ink: dark florals, skulls, script. A full back piece sat hidden beneath the fabric. Her thighs stretched against a tiny skirt, and one leg revealed a splash of colour: a coiled serpent running from her hip to mid-thigh.

Her tits - big, natural, no bra - strained the fabric like they wanted to be introduced to the world all over again. She didn't have the kind of body built for the runway. It was better; the kind built to ruin men's good intentions.

Nothing about her was fake, including the deep and dirty laugh that often got her in trouble. She was a woman most guys secretly fantasised about fucking, and plenty of women despised because of it.

Ben didn't speak. He just stepped forward, grabbed the bottom of her top, and yanked it up over her head.

That laugh came now. "Couldn't wait, could you?"

"Nope," he said, his voice low and rough.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her nipples were already hard enough to cut rock.

He bent his head and took one in his mouth, sucking deep, his hands groping her arse through the skirt like he was trying to leave fingerprints. She moaned, fingers in his hair, grinding herself against the bulge in his jeans.

They hadn't even unpacked.

They caught themselves in the mirror above the desk. Ben pushed her up against it, face first, hands all over her. He pulled her skirt up, revealing nothing underneath.

"You fucking slut," he growled. "Didn't even wear panties?"

"Didn't need 'em," she whispered, breath fogging the glass. "Wanted to be ready."

He spat on his fingers and rubbed her clit, rough and fast, while his other hand tugged at his belt. She whined, arching back into him.

His cock came free - thick, long, and already leaking.

"Please," she begged, "don't tease."

He lined himself up and shoved in with one movement, driving her forward into the mirror. Her moan was guttural, primal, the sound of a woman fucked exactly the way she needed to be.

He slammed into her over and over, one hand gripping her hip, the other around her throat, holding her steady as the mirror trembled with each thrust. The slap of skin and their groans all filled the room like music.

Tasha looked at their reflection. She took in the flush of her cheeks, the snarl on his face, the bounce of her tits with each thrust.

"Harder," she implored him.

Ben obliged.

***

When she came, it was loud and filthy. Her nails scraped down the mirror, her body locking up as she called out his name.

Even then, he didn't stop. He kept pounding into her, dragging it out, until finally his hips bucked.

He pulled out just in time, grabbing his cock and stroking himself fast.

"Give it to me," she said, turning, tongue out.

He groaned and shot all over her tits, ropes of it dripping down across her nipples. She caught some in her mouth, licking it off her lip with a satisfied grin.

"Now," she said, reaching down and holding him gently. "That was the warm-up."

Ben wiped sweat from his forehead and laughed. "Room service is gonna hate us."

Tasha chuckled, then turned and strutted across the room. Her boots thudded against the floor as she walked, hips and tits swaying like she knew exactly what that did to him. She tossed her bag onto the bed and stretched, arms high above her head.

Ben watched her like he always did - admiring her, drinking her in, thanking his lucky stars that she was his and he was hers. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips.

She turned toward him, already smirking. "What?"

Ben stepped in behind her. "You know exactly what," he said, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her breasts, thumb brushing her nipple. "We're not here to rest."

Tasha rolled her eyes, grinning. "Oh yeah? What's the game this time?"

Ben leaned down, lips at her ear. "Tonight, I want you dressed like the dirty little prize you are," he whispered. "Sluttiest thing you dare. No bra. No apologies. I want every guy in that bar looking at you like they'd sell their soul just to get close. Every woman too."

Tasha inhaled sharply - not from nerves, but from the rush. The way he said it. The way her pulse instantly began racing.

"And the goal?" she asked, voice low.

He grinned. "We find someone. Reel them in. Bring them back. And then we have them."

Tasha pushed off the dresser, the fire in her eyes already lit. "Leather or PVC?"

"You choose," he said. "But whichever one makes you look like the kind of girl who gets fingered under the table before dessert."

She laughed that laugh again, and sauntered toward her bag. "Then give me ten minutes, baby. And get the ice ready. I'm gonna look so hot you'll need it just to cool me down."

***

It started with the sound.

The click-click-click of patent stiletto heels on the tiled floor. The kind of sound that turned heads before she even came into view.

Then Tasha walked in and everything stopped.

The bar wasn't anything special - a low-lit, vaguely upscale hotel bar trying to look sexier than it really was. But, when she entered, it became something else entirely.

Her outfit dared you to look, and she knew you would.

A black leather mini skirt, glossy and adorned with zips and buckles, barely covered her arse, each step promising trouble. Over-the-knee boots - gleaming black and with razor-thin heels - swallowed her legs in a show of shiny dominance. Her top - a tiny white crop - stretched tight across her chest. She wore no bra and her big, natural tits jiggled with every movement, the fabric doing nothing to hide the nipples straining beneath.

The tattoos that crawled up her arms in elegant defiance and the flash of ink on her thigh completed the look. It said here's a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it.

Ben walked next to her. He wore jeans and a black fitted shirt. Tattoos on both arms, sleeves rolled just enough.

As they made their way to the bar, Tasha already knew.

She knew the men were staring. She knew the women were glaring - some in judgment, others in barely-concealed envy.

She didn't care. She enjoyed it.

Ben leaned in and whispered behind her ear. "You win the dare."

Tasha smirked. "Obviously."

They took a seat at the bar, side by side. Tasha's boots crossed at the ankle, her skirt rising a little higher. Her top had slipped slightly, exposing the swell of one breast. She didn't fix it.

They ordered drinks. Rum and coke for Ben, something Gin and Tonic for her. The barman tried not to stare, but failed miserably.

Tasha didn't speak at first. She just looked around the bar. Slow and deliberate, her green eyes roamed like they were shopping.

She was hunting.

It didn't matter - man, woman, or couple. Nothing was off limits. They weren't here for boundaries, they were here for opportunity. Tasha was already reading the room the way other people read wine lists - scanning expressions, body language, subtle shifts in energy. Who noticed her? Who couldn't stop looking? Who was pretending not to?

She sipped her drink and tilted her head slightly, a silent signal for Ben to clock the same faces.

She was calculating. Measuring the vibe. Weighing risk, and the reward of pulling someone just curious enough to say yes.

And then she saw her.

She smiled.

At the far end of the bar, sitting alone with a small glass of wine and a paperback open beside her, was a girl.

Young, maybe early 20s. Asian or mixed heritage. Petite frame. Long dark hair in a high ponytail. She wore a simple black dress and little makeup. She was pretty, but there was something else in her posture that made her stand out. She wasn't oblivious.

She was watching.

Tasha turned back to her drink, took a slow sip, and smiled. She leaned close to Ben and spoke low enough that only he could hear.

"She's been watching me since I walked in."

Ben glanced her way. "Interested?"

"Enough to find out."

Ben's hand slid to her bare thigh under the bar. "Then finish your drink, babe. Let's give her something to think about."

Tasha didn't look back at the girl again. She didn't need to.

She could feel her watching.

The real game had begun.

***

She was still watching.

Tasha didn't need to look to know. The girl at the end of the bar was burning holes through her top, her eyes drawn like magnets to the shape of her tits, the flash of thigh where the leather skirt rode high, the shine of the boots.

Ben leaned back against the bar, one arm slung lazily over Tasha's chair. He was quiet, relaxed - but there was something else behind his stillness, like the calm of a prize fighter about to enter the ring. His fingers casually traced the inside of Tasha's thigh, and across the top of her boots.

Tasha sipped her drink slowly, tongue slipping out to catch a bead of liquid on her bottom lip. Then, finally, she turned her head. Met the girl's gaze.

Held it.

And smiled.

It wasn't a warm smile. It was the kind that said I see you. The kind that asked, do you want to play?

The girl's lips parted slightly. She looked away... then back again. Her wine glass trembled just a little when she set it down.

Tasha turned back to Ben and whispered, "She's hooked."

"Real question," he murmured, eyes still forward, "is whether she bites."

Tasha laughed. "She will."

She slid off the stool, boots hitting the floor with a click. Her body moved like it was set to music only she could hear - hips swaying, tits bouncing subtly under the thin fabric of her crop top. She didn't head to the restroom. She didn't walk toward the exit.

She walked straight to the girl.

The girl sat up straighter. Tasha stopped just beside her - not too close, not yet. Let her feel the proximity. Let her want it.

"Hey," Tasha said, voice soft but unmistakably confident. "You looked lonely."

The girl blinked. Her voice caught slightly when she replied. "I... I was just...."

Tasha cut her off gently. "Just watching? Yeah, I noticed."

Silence.

Tasha gestured with her glass. "Join us."

The girl hesitated. Tasha took a slow step closer, just enough that their legs nearly touched.

"We don't bite," she added. "Not unless you ask."

The girl flushed.

Tasha turned without another word and walked back to Ben, hips swinging. She didn't need to check behind her.

She knew the girl would follow.

***

Of course she did.

She moved slowly, glass in hand, her eyes flicking from Tasha's swaying hips to Ben's quiet, commanding frame still propped at the bar.

Tasha didn't say a word. She just reclaimed her seat, boots crossed, skirt riding high. She looked up at the girl with a cool smile and patted the barstool beside her.

"Didn't catch your name," Tasha said casually as the girl sat.

"Lena," she replied softly. Her voice was nervous.

Ben nodded once in greeting as Tasha introduced them. Tasha then ordered another round before Lena had a chance to refuse.

"So, Lena," Tasha said, resting her elbow on the bar and letting her top fall just a little lower, "what are you doing drinking alone on a Friday night in a place like this?"

Lena shrugged, her smile shy. "Travelling. Stopped over. Visiting family tomorrow."

Ben raised his glass. "Well, here's to unexpected detours," he said.

Lena paused, then clinked her glass with his and sipped. As she did her eyes drifted back to Tasha's thighs. She tried not to stare, but it was hopeless. The ink, the shiny black material, the slow way Tasha's fingers drummed against her glass. All of it radiated heat.

Tasha caught her looking.

She leaned in just a little closer. "So... you like what you see?" she asked.

Lena coughed into her wine. "I... I didn't mean to...."

Ben chuckled. "You're not the only one."

Tasha's voice dropped to a near-whisper, just for Lena. "It's okay to look. We came out hoping someone would."

Lena froze, glass halfway to her lips.

Tasha didn't blink. "We noticed you right away. Thought you might be... curious."

Lena's eyes went wide. Her voice barely audible. "Curious about what?"

Ben leaned forward now, closing the space, his hand resting lightly on the small of Tasha's back. "About what it's like to say yes," he said, conspiratorially.

Lena looked between them. Her chest was rising faster and her thighs shifted slightly under the hem of her dress.

Tasha smiled. "No pressure. No expectations. Just... an invitation."

Silence.

Then, slowly, Lena bit her lip and nodded once.

Tasha grinned.

"Good girl."

***

The lift doors slid shut with a soft chime and the three of them were alone.

Tasha stood in the middle. Lena to her left. Ben behind, leaning casually against the mirrored wall.

Nobody spoke.

The floor number lit up: 1.

Tasha shifted her weight, leather skirt creaking softly, boots gleaming under the light. She didn't look at Lena. Just reached down, slowly, and tugged the skirt a little higher, baring more inked thigh.

An involuntary sound came from Lena's throat.

Ben's voice came low from behind them. "You nervous?" he enquired.

Lena hesitated. Then nodded, just once.

"Good," Tasha murmured. "Means you know something real's about to happen."

2.

Tasha finally turned her head, just slightly, and looked at Lena.

"You can still say no."

Another thoughtful pause.

"I don't want to," replied Lena finally.

Tasha smiled. "That's the best answer."

Ben stepped forward now in to the space behind them. Close, but not touching.

Tasha leaned in and whispered something in Lena's ear. Her knees almost buckled.

Ben watched her reaction, pleased. He reached between them and pressed the stop button.

The lifted jolted gently to a halt.

"What are you...?" Lena began.

"Just buying us a minute," Tasha said. And kissed her.

It was soft at first - tentative and exploratory - then hotter, deeper. Lena melted into her, fingers feeling the bare skin at Tasha's waist. Their bodies pressed together. Ben watched, cock already starting to strain under his jeans.

Tasha pulled back slowly, licking her lips.

"You taste like trouble," she whispered. "You coming to bed with us, Lena?"

Lena didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Ben hit the button again and the lift hummed back to life.

3.

Tasha licked the corner of her mouth and turned to Ben. "You ready for this?"

Ben smiled. "I've been ready since I dared you to wear that outfit."

The doors opened with a soft chime.

Room 308 waited.

***

The moment the room door clicked shut things began to escalate.

Tasha was on Lena before the girl could take stock of her new surroundings. She pressed her back against the wall, mouth on hers in a kiss that was all tongue and passion. Lena gasped, arching up into her, letting the older woman take what she wanted.

Tasha's hands moved fast - up Lena's thighs, under her dress, fingers finding the soaked lace of her panties. Two slipped inside her. Lena moaned, hips twitching as Tasha fucked her with slow, curling pressure.

Ben stepped up behind Tasha, shirt already gone, his chest broad and strong. He reached around her, cupping her tits through the tight crop top.

As Tasha and Lena kissed, Ben peeled the top up and off, exposing the full weight of her breasts. He began sucking and biting them immediately, losing himself in her.

Tasha broke the kiss just long enough to undo Ben's jeans and let them drop. His cock sprang out, long and thick and ready, the sight of it drawing a whimper from Lena. Tasha grinned and guided Lena's hand toward it.

Still kissing, eyes closed, Lena wrapped her fingers around him - gasping into Tasha's mouth. He was massive. She hadn't expected that.

Tasha kept fingering her, lips and tongue relentless, while her hand stroked Ben's back lazily.

Ben grunted and pulled Lena up effortlessly, pinning her to the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he pushed into her - slow at first, letting her adjust, letting her feel him.

"Fuck. Big," she breathed. "So fucking big."

"Want me to stop?" he asked, voice tight with restraint.

Lena bit her lip. "No," she said. Straight to the point, unequivocal.

He fucked her hard against the wall, each thrust driving a moan from her as Tasha stood close, watching, fingering herself lazily with the fingers she'd just had inside Lena.

Then Ben lifted Lena again, this time carrying her to the bed like she weighed nothing.

He laid her down, peeling off her dress and panties in one smooth motion.

Tasha was already there. She crawled up from the foot of the bed, between Lena's thighs, licking her like she was starving.

Lena arched, crying out. Tasha's tongue was everywhere - teasing, lapping and sucking hard on her clit until Lena writhed helplessly under her.

Ben came up behind Tasha and shoved her leather skirt up around her waist. He entered her from behind, making her groan into Lena's pussy.

He fucked her as she ate the girl out, both women gasping and grinding into each other. Lena came again, louder this time, legs shaking, lost in the chaos of it all.

Tasha climbed up onto the bed, straddling Lena's face.

"Show me what you can do, baby," she purred.

Lena licked eagerly. Her tongue worked Tasha's clit as Ben raised her hips and slid back into her.

Tasha came first, grinding down on Lena's mouth, swearing loudly as the orgasm ripped through her. Lena followed fast, Ben slamming into her, pushing her over the edge.

Now Tasha moved toward the bag in the corner. She pulled out a thick, black strap-on. She fastened it over her hips without a word, still wearing her skirt and boots.

Ben stepped back, panting. Tasha took Lena by the hand, leading her to her knees.

"Open your mouth," she ordered.

Lena obeyed.

Tasha fed the plastic cock between her lips, fucking her face slowly as she stroked Ben with the other hand.

"You love being our little toy, don't you?" she whispered, voice full of arousal.

Lena moaned, eyes watering, lips stretched wide.

Tasha swiped the desk clean with one arm and laid back, the strap-on proud and pointing skyward. She pulled Lena up, positioned her over it, facing forward.

"Take it," she commanded.

Lena lowered herself, slowly and gently, the cock stretching her arse as she gasped and groaned.

Ben moved between her open legs, parting them wider with his hands, and pushed his cock back into her pussy.

Lena's head dropped back onto Tasha's shoulder. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck.... I don't know if I can. It's too much... too big," she almost pleaded.

"You can take it," Tasha whispered in her ear. "You want to take it, don't you?"

"Yes," Lena whimpered softly, letting herself adjust to the feeling of being double penetrated for the first time in her life.

Ben pounded into her harder, cock buried to the hilt.

Lena came again, screaming this time, her body shaking uncontrollably. Tasha held her tight, fucking up into her as Ben did the same from the front.

At last, Ben pulled out, groaning, and stroking himself hard.

He came in heavy, thick ropes across Lena's stomach and breasts, panting as the last of it spilled out onto her skin.

Lena collapsed against Tasha's chest, totally spent.

***

Lena lay sprawled across the desk, her bare back against Tasha's chest, the dildo still inside her, twitching with the aftershock of her last orgasm.

Ben stood over them, cock softening but still slick with cum, staring like he'd just watched a grand master produce a priceless piece of art. Only dirtier. So much dirtier.

Tasha kissed Lena's neck, stroking her thighs, hands tracing the sticky mess Ben had left all over her.

"Messy little thing, aren't you?" she said.

Lena didn't speak. Instead she just lay, breathless, her cheeks flushed and glowing.

Ben stepped back, sitting in the armchair by the bed, legs spread wide, one hand idly stroking himself.

"Fuck," he exclaimed. "You two are unbelievable."

Tasha looked up at him. "Ready for a show, baby?"

He nodded.

Tasha slowly withdrew the strap-on from Lena's backside, holding her close as the girl whimpered - from overstimulation, from the loss, from the pleasure that still rolled through her.

Tasha stroked her gently, kissing her shoulder.

"Up," she said softly. "Bed."

Lena obeyed, legs shaky. Tasha led her by the hand, unstrapping the harness and tossing it to the floor beside the desk. They climbed onto the rumpled sheets, Tasha behind her, spooning like lovers.

Ben watched, enthralled.

Tasha reached for the ice bucket. She plucked a cube between her fingers and traced it down Lena's spine. The girl shivered, gasping, pressing her body back into the heat of Tasha's.

Then came her nipples. First one, then the other - circling them, teasing them, before being kissed better by Tasha's hot mouth.

"Let me see your hands," Tasha said.

Lena held them out. Tasha reached under the pillow and pulled out a pair of soft leather cuffs.

Lena's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away.

"You okay?" Tasha asked.

Lena nodded, saying nothing.

Tasha cuffed her wrists together and clipped them to the headboard. Not too tight. Just enough to say: you're mine now and your not going anywhere.

Ben was hard again, watching every movement intently, stroking slowly, letting the scene unfold.

Tasha kissed her way down Lena's front. She reached for the wand on the nightstand and pressed it between Lena's legs, resting it just against her clit.

Lena moaned. A low, needy, moan - still sensitive but already begging for more.

Tasha didn't turn it on. Not yet. She let it sit there, a silent threat, as her fingers dipped back inside.

Lena pulled against the cuffs, hips grinding hard. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the toy finally buzzed to life.

She was going to cum again. They all knew it.

Tasha worked her expertly - mouth at her ear, whispering filth, fingers fucking her slow and deep as the wand worked its magic.

Ben stood now, walking to the edge of the bed. He leaned down and kissed his wife, eyes locked on Lena.

Tasha pulled the wand away. Just for a second.

"No...!" Lena cried, hips lifting, searching for it.

"Patience," Tasha said firmly. "You'll cum when I say." The power rolled off her, exerting her dominance.

Ben chuckled. "Fucking hell, babe."

Tasha looked up at him, licking her lips. "She's close. You want to help?"

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Ben crawled up behind Tasha, his cock rubbing against her as she resumed her torment of Lena.

He kissed Tasha's neck then Lena's. He leaned in and cupped her small tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Then he re-entered her, fucking her slowly with long and deliberate strokes under the direction of his wife.

Lena shattered.

She came screaming, shaking, fists clenched in their cuffs, body thrashing wildly against the sheets.

Ben and Tasha held her tightly, letting her ride the wave until she collapsed back into them.

***

Lena curled into Ben's side, her cheek resting against his chest, one slender hand drifting south with idle curiosity.

She took his cock in hand - heavy, glistening, and still half-hard. Her fingers wrapped around it, admiring the size and weight of him. She stroked him gently at first, then with more purpose. Tasha watched from the other side, lips parted, chest still rising and falling from the exertion.

"You're insatiable," she said, running her fingers across his thigh.

Lena giggled softly, never breaking rhythm. "I just want to see him do it again."

Tasha smiled, wicked and warm. "Watch closely then."

She moved lower, crawling between them with lazy hunger. She pressed her lips to the tip of Ben's cock, kissing his sensitive head as Lena kept stroking him, slow and steady.

Ben groaned - something deep, raw and primal.

His legs tensed, his body bracing.

Tasha pulled back just enough, eyes locked on his as the moment overtook him.

He came violently, thick jets of cum splashing across Tasha's face, her lips, and her cheekbone. She moaned softly at the feel of it, tongue darting out to catch what she could.

Lena gasped at the sight - then laughed in delight, still holding the base of his twitching cock as the last of him drained out on to his wife's chin.

Tasha looked up, dripping.

"Now," she said with a grin, wiping a streak from her jaw and licking it clean, "now we can rest."

***

The room was quiet now.

The sheets were tangled. The air thick with sex. Tasha, Ben, and Lena lay together in a pile of bare skin and satisfied limbs.

Tasha's fingers idly played with Lena's hair, the other hand tracing the ink that curled over Ben's shoulder.

Lena shifted slightly. She looked different somehow. Her cheeks were pink and glowing, her lips swollen from kissing, her thighs trembling from everything.

"I can't feel my legs," she whispered, a smile forming.

Tasha laughed quietly."You'll survive," she said.

Ben chuckled, stroking a hand lover Lena's hip. "You'll remember it though."

Lena let out a contented sigh, arching her back slightly as his hand continued its gentle path. "God, yes."

They stayed like that for a while. No rush. No need for words.

Tasha's hand slid down between Lena's thighs - not with urgency, but curiosity. She touched her gently, smiling when Lena let out a soft gasp.

"Still so sensitive," she whispered.

"Still so fucking wrecked," Lena replied.

Ben leaned over and kissed his wife's shoulder. "You're a fucking goddess, you know that?"

Tasha turned her head, catching his lips with hers. The kiss was slow and tender, the sort of kiss that said I'm proud of you. Said I fucking love you.

And then they slept, a deep and exhausted sleep.