Room 417

Room 417

Thursday night, Clara sat in her house, watching a show, when suddenly, a text came up from a man, Tom, a former lover who had never left her radar. He had been intense and demanding, and he kept contact with her through emails and texts throughout the years.

Tom: I am in town, at the Residence Inn. I am here for 2 days, come tomorrow at 3 pm. I am carving out time. Stop playing games! You know we both want this.

She took a moment to gather her senses. He was certainly full of himself, but truth be told, that was half his allure. The fact that he knew she couldn't resist him was a drug she was struggling to refuse.

Clara: Not so sure I can make it. I have to get the kids after school. Maybe another time.

Without missing a beat, Tom replied.

Tom: Stop fucking around, Clara, and just be here. See you at 3 pm. No Games. You will have fun, and you know it.

Clara placed her phone down, trying to gather the gumption to say, "No." By the time two minutes passed, there was a follow-up text.

Tom: Be here. Nothing will happen that you do not want to happen. Trust me. I NEED to see you. Room 417. NO ONE is ever going to find out, just go with it.

And that was all it took, his so-called "need." Clara replied:

Clara: I will see what I can do.

She placed the phone down, knowing she was going to participate in this reckless game all over again. She was addicted to pleasing him, and the gravitational pull she could not resist. She would abandon her kids, her loving husband, and her work responsibilities as she was pulled toward Tom's force.

Tom smirked to himself, knowing he had won. Again.

Tom: OK, text me when you are in the lobby.

Tom had all the trappings of privilege. Now 46, he had attended the best schools, interned at Fortune 500 companies, and was now a VP in risk management. He was tall at 6'4" with a full head of sandy hair, coupled with piercing blue eyes and full lips. He knew how to manage risk, and he knew how to manage Clara, so when the opportunity arose for him to work with the Boston clients, he figured he could use a little time away from Chicago and the daily routines of family life. He knew he had it good: great job, beautiful wife, healthy kids, a gorgeous home, but he was missing the primal passion.

Shaking her head in surrender and excitement, she texted a friend to arrange afternoon pick-up for the kids and planned her outfit for the following day. She would tell her husband that the boss called and wanted an all-hands meeting STAT. She hated herself for doing this to him. She knew that they had a nice life, living in the suburbs of Boston, with some of the best schools, and high-quality of living. Still, between working full-time, momming, wifing, and being a productive community member, she longed for an escape where she did not have to make all the decisions.

Since the pandemic, she has worked from home most of the time, and her schedule is pretty flexible. At 45, Clara still maintained her blonde, wavy hair. She was tall at 5'10" and shapely with flared childbearing hips and DD cups. She was statuesque. Her blue eyes and rosy cheeks gave her a youthful glow, but she was no longer 25, the age she had been when Tom and she first met.

Hearing from Tom was a little bit of a shock. When they met some 20 years ago, he was working a consulting gig at Fidelity in Boston, so when they hooked up, she knew it was for fun, not for keeps. But over the years, Tom would resurface every few years in different times and different places, always luring her back with his demanding charm. He convinced her to do, often reminding her in graphic detail just what he would do to make her come apart. So, betraying her own instincts; she was being pulled back into this game of cat and mouse with Tom. And she was the mouse. She thought to herself, he says, "no games," but what he means is game's on.

She picked out her outfit, a black unlined balconette bra, a matching black thong, a leopard print button-up blouse, buttoned up to her cleavage line, and a pair of wide-legged black pants with leopard print open-toed mules. Everything was easy to take off. At 1:45, she left the house and proceeded to the heart of Boston. Traffic was remarkably light.

At about 2:49 pm, she arrived in the lobby of the Residence Inn, letting him know she would be there soon. She got to the elevator and took a deep breath. "Here we go." She got to the 4th floor and looked around. The place was eerily quiet, and finally, she eyed the room.

Biting her lower lip, Clara looked at the door, 417, and straightened herself, brushing her hands to smooth out her shirt over her pants. She tapped lightly on the hotel room door, her breath catching as the door opened and she was swept into the space and pushed up against the wall. Looking directly into her eyes, Tom made a "shh" sound and wolfishly smiled as he put the final locks on the door.

Moving in close to her face, he captured her mouth with his own and dragged on her lower lip with his. With a deep breath, he pulled her back with him. Without missing a beat, Clara licked her lips and moved in to kiss him again, whimpering as their mouths met. Clara placed her hand on Tom's chest, kneading him, as he pulled her hair to the side and started nipping at her neck. Clara sighed, leaning back to give him more access.

"So fucking hot," Tom whispered into Clara's ear as he moved them in unison further into the hotel room, dancing her backward, but not letting go of her body. Clara pulled back and looked up into Tom's eyes, grabbing at his shirt, as he expertly ran his hands over her ass, pulling her in closer even as she tried to put space between their upper bodies.

As they stood at the edge of the bed, Tom loosened his grip on her hips, dragging his hands up her side and letting them rest on the top button of her shirt. He locked his eyes with hers as he slowly released each button, revealing the low-cut balconette bra beneath. He lightly traced the outline of her bra with his fingers, teasing her and making her nipples stand at attention. Her breath caught as he lightly ran his index finger over each nub protruding from the lacy bra.

Clara gasped as Tom played with her breasts, and as Clara let out a small moan, arching her chest to his touch as he kissed each nipple, Tom teased, "Look at who is begging for more."

Sighing deeply, Clara moved her hands to Tom's back, scrunching up the edges of his blue polo shirt, dragging it up and over his head, and tossing it to the floor, while he continued to tease her nearly exposed nipples. Without missing a beat, Tom pulled Clara's body close to his, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he unclasped the bra, freeing her breasts to his hands and mouth.

Tom trailed kisses down her neck and to her left breast, running his tongue around Clara's sensitive nipple until it hardened in his mouth, as she groaned with erotic pleasure. Knowing he had her exactly where he wanted her, Tom grabbed her right breast, squeezing it before he rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Clara ran her fingers through his hair and ground into his hips as he switched from one breast to the other, cooing, "That's a good girl. You sexy little slut." She moaned in agreement.

Moving up, Tom kissed her again on the lips, as he stood in front of her, tweaking both her nipples. "Who has sensitive tits?" Tom asked, as he watched Clara writhe in excitement. He moved one hand to her pants, slipping it inside to tap his fingers against her dripping mons. "Yeah, you love this. You are so wet, baby."

Not wasting time, he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and they slid down her legs, pooling at her feet and leaving her in a black, lacy thong. He grabbed one of her ass cheeks with one hand and placed his other hand on her clit.

Blushing, Clara looked at him and heaved, "Oh my God," her eyes rolling back as he teased her even more. Slowly, he brought his fingers to her mouth, rubbing her wetness across her lips before he kissed her deeply once more. They stepped closer to the bed, leaving her pants behind. Pulling back from the kiss, he placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing lightly to signal Clara to drop to her knees.

She placed her hands on his sides, guiding her way down his body as she kissed his chest and navel. Finally, fully on her knees in front of him, she nuzzled her cheek against his rock-hard bulge before she let her fingers rest on his pants button, preparing to undo him.

Tom watched as she undid the button and zipper on his jeans and slid them off his body. Tom kicked them to the side as she moved to free the cock straining at his boxers. Clara licked her lips as she stared at his large cock, just inches from her lips. She moved to put her hand around his shaft, but Tom grabbed both her hands and maneuvered them behind her back. As she settled, looking up at him, she licked her lips, bit the lower one, and listened to Tom's command: "No hands."

Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to the head of his cock as it sprang forth. With no hands, she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, finally taking the head into her mouth and easing down slowly as she gasped and sucked on his big cock. When she got to the base, he placed his hands on the back of her head, holding her there as he thrust forward, and she gagged to take all of him in.

Her eyes were closed, focused on taking all of him, when he commanded, "Look up at me!" And she did. He stared into her eyes as his cock consumed her mouth. "That's a good girl," he coached as he moved in and out. When he finally pulled out, he lifted himself and fed her his balls, guiding them into her mouth as she instinctively sucked, licked, and tugged on both.

Clara pulled back, licking her lips, and begged, "I need your cock in me." In a swift moment, Tom pulled her up and pushed her onto her back on the bed. He looked at her in the black silky thong and said, "As much as I like the look, we have to get you out of this." He grabbed the elastic, let it snap back, then hooked his fingers on either side of the thong. Instructing her to lift her ass, he pulled it from her body and tossed it aside. As he came down on her, his hands and mouth explored her body before he settled between her legs and touched her clit, making her scream, "I want your cock in me."

Tom lifted his head, gave her a quick slap on her pussy, and settled between her legs, holding her right leg up against his shoulder and stretching her left leg out as he watched his eight inches disappear into her pulsing pussy. She cried out in ecstasy. "I love that cock," she whimpered, squeezing herself around him as he fully penetrated her. She gasped and held him there, letting her get used to his length and girth. When she started to move beneath him, he pulled out and began continually thrusting deeply as she called out for more.

After a few more brutal thrusts, Tom pulled out and slid his cock up and down her pussy, continually stimulating her clit and making Clara twitch in an orgasmic frenzy. She cried in pleasure as he wrapped his hands around her throat. "Look at me when you're coming," Tom commanded as he drove Clara over the edge.

"I am coming!" Clara screamed as he rubbed her clit, and as she finally came down, he thrust his cock back into her pussy, burying it there as she descended from her first orgasm, maintaining eye contact as her body shook and quivered with pleasure.

Pulling out, Tom brought his cock to her face, where he dragged his cum-ridden head across her lips and moved into her mouth. "That's it, baby, clean it up. You can taste us and how hot this is," he moaned as his erection grew, and his cock came to full mast. Once satisfied, he pulled out of her mouth, kissed her swollen lips, paid tribute to her sensitive nipple, then directed her to get on her hands and knees with her ass up.

Once he had her ass in the air and her head on the bed, he positioned himself behind her and mounted her, digging his fingers into her hips as he drove his cock deep into her pussy.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh God!" Clara screamed as he settled into her again. Tom stilled himself, gently grinding as he kneaded her ass cheeks and let her body adjust to his enormous cock from behind.

As Clara adjusted, Tom gripped her copious ass, spreading it as his fingers explored the area, rubbing against her bud. Clara begged, "Your cock is so deep. I need it," as she ground up against him.

"That's it," Tom coached. "Tell me what you need."

"I need your cock. I need you to fuck me." Clara cried out, circling against him.

Tom held her hips firmly as he thrust into her deeply and then pushed her head down, letting him go deeper. Clara moaned and squealed through it. Tom held her there for a moment as he wet his finger, then slid his thumb deep into her ass.

Clara whimpered at his complete dominance. "How does this feel, baby?" Tom questioned as he pushed forward. "Do you like it?"

"Mmmhmm, ooooh," Clara moaned as he took ownership of her body.

Tom coached her, "Yeah, baby, you like that cock in your pussy and my fingers in your ass, don't you? Just let me know."

Clara turned and looked back at him. "Oh god, Tom. I feel so full. This is so naughty."

"You love being a dirty girl for me, don't you?" Tom pressed.

"Yes. This feels crazy intense," Clara answered, giving in.

At that moment, Tom pulled out of her pussy and reached for the nightstand drawer. Clara shivered as he dropped some Astro Glide onto her tight asshole. For a bit, he used his fingers to explore her pussy and ass. In a final moment, he pressed his cock into her pussy for a couple of thrusts before pulling out and positioning himself at the entrance to her ass.

He rubbed her, encouraging her to take a deep breath. Pressing the head of his cock against her, he coached, "Breathe deeply," as he broke the seal and pressed in.

Clara moaned loudly, a mixture of pleasure and intensity, and cried out, "Tom!"

He massaged her ass as he pressed further into her, rubbing her cheeks and pulling them apart. "That's it, baby. God, you take cock so well." He stayed still, waiting for her body to adjust, and he nearly burst as she pushed back against him, taking him in further. Clara moaned inaudibly as she gripped the sheets, pulling on them as she moved with him. "My God, you were made for fucking," Tom growled.

Tom thrust, unable to contain his passion. "Where's my cock, Clara?"

"You are fucking me," Clara moaned in return.

"Where am I?" Tom probed.

"You are in my ass," Clara cried.

Tom pumped once, twice. "What am I doing?"

"You are fucking my ass," Clara moaned.

Tom pumped again. "Who's my slut?"

Clara cried out, "I am."

"That's right, baby, you are mine." He thrust forward one more time before he pulled out. He flipped Clara onto her back and finished, erupting all over her tits and chin.

As Tom finished, he collapsed next to Clara. Each took a minute to recuperate. Tom moved first, looking at the cum all over her. Laughing, he said, "This is a work of art, like a Pollock," and Clara smiled, licking her lips. Tom scooped some of his jizz from her breast, brought his finger up to Clara's lips, and slid it into her mouth. He commanded, "That's it, be my naughty girl and show me how much you like my cum." In reaction, she ran her tongue around his finger, sucking it into her mouth. Studying her, he dragged his finger back and got more of his juices, repeating the process. "Fuck, that is hot," Tom whispered.

Clara giggled, tracing a finger over her hardened nipple. "I just love making you cum. Now I am going to the bathroom to wash up. I am a mess." She rolled away from him, got off the bed, and sauntered into the hotel bathroom.

After a quick shower, she returned to the main room and began gathering up her clothes, which were scattered about. Tom went to wash off, and Clara looked around for her clothing. She could not find her thong. When Tom came back into the room, he could see that she was still looking, and he just laughed. "Lose something?"

Clara looked at him. "Yeah, I need my panties. May I please have them?"

"What makes you think I have them?" Tom smiled.

"Well, unless there are ghosts or gremlins here... deductive reasoning," Clara snarked back.

Tom moved closer, pushed her back onto the bed, and joined her, kissing her neck. "You sure are feisty when you get angry," he teased.

Clara pushed back. "It is not funny. I need to get dressed."

"Well, you don't need the panties to get dressed. And you can hang for just a little while longer," Tom said, not asking but telling her to stay. "Here, put your head on my shoulder."

Clara nuzzled into him, and he shut his eyes as he rubbed her back. "I really can't stay much longer. I have to get back. Someone has to make dinner."

"I know, but you can fuck around here just a little longer. You know you need this as much as I do." Taking her hand and placing it on his cock, he continued, "The boss demands it."

She traced her fingers around the head, feeling it jump. "Again?" She could feel his precum leaking, which, in turn, made her pussy twitch.

"Why don't you give it a kiss, and we'll see," Tom suggested, beginning to raise his hips. He looked into her eyes and then back at his hardening cock.

Clara licked her lips, lifted her head, and kissed down his torso. She kissed the top of his head before taking just the tip into her mouth, tracing her tongue around it before sucking back and letting his now-hard cock pop out of her mouth.

Tom groaned and quickly took control, pushing Clara onto her back and sliding between her legs. He rubbed his hard-on against her already swollen and sensitive clit, making her call out his name, "Tooommm."

Sliding down, he thrust back into her, filling her pussy fully. "You are so fucking tight," he growled.

Clara rocked her hips against him, meeting his thrusts and squeezing herself around him as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her. "I need your cock," Clara moaned, silently begging for more.

Tom thrust against her, pulling out and thrusting back in faster and deeper, holding her leg against his chest as she cried out his name.

"Oh my God, Tom, right there, keep doing that and I am going to cum." Tom obliged her as she rocked up against him and gripped at his shoulders, coming again and whimpering, "God, I love your cock."

As she came down from the spasm, he thurst forward, coming inside of her this time.

They looked at each other, catching their breaths. "Are you ok?" Tom asked.

"Oh my God, Tom, I don't have time for another shower. Fuck. You came in me."

Tom smiled, "I know and it felt amazing. Just stay there for a second. It's all good." Nodding, Tom quickly got off the bed and grabbed a face cloth, which he wet with warm water. He wiped her down and brought the cloth to her, telling her to squeeze and cleaning her up. He patted her down with the dry towel, and said, "I think you are good now, with that, he kissed the top of her shaved pussy."

"Jesus, Tom, I have to hit the road. I have to go home like like" she gasped. "Can I have my underwear now?"

Quizzically, Tom looked at her and said, "No. They're mine now. You can go home commando." He tossed her the pants she had worn. And now you have a little piece of me with you," gave her a devilish grin.

"Fuck! Fine, keep them. This is it, Tom. I am never coming back again. THIS IS IT! This is our last time."

He followed her to the door, still nude, and leaned in to give her a kiss.

Clara went to say, "No," but his mouth was already on hers, and his tongue swept into her mouth. Pulling back, he said, "Thank you," and ran his hand over her ass, patting it. "Now go, before I pull you back to that bed."

"Goodbye," Clara said, willing herself not to look back. "Take care of yourself."

"Goodbye, Clara. Until next time," Tom declared.

"No, no next time," Clara said, not looking back.

Watching her pantiless ass shake as she sauntered away, Tom shook his head, saying to himself, "Right, Clara, sure... until next time."

He shut the door and went to hop in the shower, feeling release and wonder. He smiled, knowing the black thong in his pocket was a promise, not a souvenir."