Room 402: A Known Stranger

This day needed to be over; scratch that, this whole week needed to be over. The hotel was sold out for the third weekend in a row and I was stuck on rotation with Marcy. Marcy barely knew how to make a keycard even after working here for five years. She spent more time on her cellphone than she actually did working. So it should not have been a surprise to me as she moaned on her cellphone to one of her many boyfriends for the umpteenth time today. Fortunately for Marcy, none of them knew of each other; unfortunately for Marcy, they all needed her attention constantly. I stood at the front desk with a line of seven guests who needed to be checked in and situated, but she just continued to stare at her nails and argue back and forward on her phone. I shot her a glare which she promptly rolled her eyes at.

I was tired. After checking everyone in, I noticed a man looming in the corner. He slowly sauntered over to the front desk, all the while keeping direct eye contact with me. Everything about him screamed danger and dominance, his dark curly hair and dark eyes were just the tip of that iceberg.

"C-checking in," I mumbled.

His voice dripped like honey across my body, "Yes, I am."

I cleared my throat, "Just need the last name, a form of ID, and a credit card for payment."

God, he smelled good, like vetiver and cedar. I slowly and ever so surely began the check-in process and gave him the typical hotel spiel all while my panties were dripping wet.

"Thank you for staying with us. Breakfast is from 7 am to 10 am and the shuttle is available upon request."

"Thank you," he said abruptly.

"If you need anything don't be afraid to call down and I'll assist you as best as I can," I choked out with a smile.

His eyes darkened before he sauntered out of the lobby leaving behind the woody smell of his cologne. I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding and went back to work on ignoring my coworker for the rest of my shift.

It was finally nearing the end, and I couldn't be happier to have been going home. Marcy was once again back on her phone, placating someone named Alex. The front desk phone rang. Room 402, why did that room sound familiar? Then I heard the voice, smooth like honey and aged like a fine whiskey. My pussy was already getting wet and we weren't even on the same floor. He asked for me to bring him up some extra pillows and towels; however, I wasn't about to get myself in trouble while still on the clock, so I sent Marcy upstairs. Of course, the loud mouth had something to say about how hot he was when she came back down.

The clock finally hit 11:00 PM and I clocked out ready to go home for the night, even though I knew that wasn't going to happen since I still had to go shopping. I absent-mindedly walked to the back of the hotel thinking about taking a warm bath to work out the tension that was in my body, when a hand was placed around my mouth and I was dragged to the stairwell. One hand around my throat with the other firmly wrapped around my mid-section, I felt a hard body press me firmly into the wall. The cologne alone told me it was the man in 402. He bent over and gruffly whispered in my ear that I was to walk up the stairs to his room quietly or I wouldn't like what happened next. As he guided me up the stairs with my hands behind my back, I started the slow ascent with a smirk firmly planted on my face. I could feel his eyes burning a hole into my ass and knew I was in for a fun evening, whether I wanted it or not.

I stood at the door to room 402 while he slipped the keycard from his back pocket. He shoved me inside and immediately pressed me into the door raising my arms above my head. He separated my legs with his knee and then pushed up until there was pressure on my clit. I was immobile and couldn't move. Fear and arousal coursing through my body, I was like a wild animal hungry for any stimulation. I had been edging myself all week, waiting for this last shift to be over so I could get myself off. I couldn't help but try and grind on him. He chuckled at my attempt and grabbed my hair pulling it to the side exposing my neck.

He whispered in my ear, "You will only respond with 'Yes, sir' and 'Thank you, sir', understood?"

"Yes, sir," I whined out.

He spoke gruffly, "God, what a little slut you are, hungry for any attention a man is willing to give you aren't you?"

I bit out a moan and continued to grind on his leg seeking some type of release. As I finally opened my mouth to respond, I instantaneously felt a hard smack across my face then a hand wrapping around my throat.

"I expect an answer when I ask you a question, slut."

Without hesitation this time, I answered with a resounding "Yes, sir."

He pulled his leg away laughing at my whine of protest and pushed me to the floor releasing my hands.

"No biting, slut."

Pulling his cock out of his slacks, he grabbed my jaw, forcing me to open my mouth. He pushed forward shoving his hard cock down my throat only pulling out when he felt satisfied. He fucked my throat torturously and roughly at his own pace. He grabbed my hair pulling me up by it and threw me toward the bed.

"Kneel, on the bed, face down," he bit out while continuing to stroke his cock.

With my face pressing into the pillows, I waited for something to happen. I heard him walk to the bathroom and presumably wash his hands. I heard something jingle a bit. I was curious, but also very afraid of what would happen if I moved from my current position. I felt him approach me from behind and grab my pants. He ripped my pants down to my knees and tore off my underwear. I felt the cool air reach my hot, wet cunt and knew he saw how aroused I was at the thought of a strange man raping me in my place of work.

He got down close to my ear and whispered gruffly, "For someone in such a predicament you sure are a wet little slut, aren't you? I can see you dripping for me and smell your arousal. Do you want me to rape your fuck holes and claim them as my own, little slut?"

"Ye-Yes, s-s-ir," I stuttered out.

He stuffed my panties into my mouth. I knew better than to try and remove them. I heard that jingle once again and felt a hard smack against my ass. I jerked forward and cried out. I felt tears start to form and he leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair so I could see the darkness in his eyes as he spoke.

"Crying isn't allowed here, whore. This is a 100% genuine leather belt and you better not bleed on it. You will count out each hit, this is what happens to cock teases. There will be ten hits, the panties will remain in your mouth, but you better call out around them."

I let out the most pathetic whine I have ever heard in my life and waited for the next hit. I felt the belt come right across the middle section of my rear end and knew that I wasn't going to be able to sit for a couple of days.

"1...2...3...4...5," he paused when at five and ran his finger up my wet slit. I was anticipating the next hit to be in somewhat of the same location; however, he decided that the back of my thighs would be the best place for the last five hits getting increasingly closer to my cunt each time. Finally, I reached ten and knew this part was done. He grabbed the belt and my arms and strapped my wrists behind me.

"For someone who pretended not to enjoy having their ass beat you sure are dripping wet," he said as he slowly inserted a finger into my cunt.

I felt his fingers lightly graze my ass where he had hit me and I whimpered. The dark chuckle that escaped him made me realize that this was not going to be over any time soon. He drew his finger down the slit of my cunt, lightly grazing my clit causing me to jerk forward. I felt his finger lazily enter my pussy again, pumping in and out, adding a second and third. I moaned around the panties in my mouth as he withdrew his fingers. Standing in front of my line of vision, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked my juices off of them.

"God, you taste delicious," he groaned out before returning to standing behind me and slipping his tongue into my cunt.

I moaned and pushed back onto his face, relishing in the short reprieve of pain and fear to feel the pleasure he was giving me. I could feel my insides tightening, getting closer and closer to the edge as he added a finger to his assault. My pussy clenched around his finger. He must've realized I was close and pulled away, not giving me the chance to cum.

I could feel him watching me push back into nothing as he asked, "Which of your tight holes do you want me to rape first? How about this virgin asshole?"

I jerked forward, spitting out the panties.

"No, no, no, please don't," I begged.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me flat on the bed while I tried to struggle out of his grasp. I kicked my legs out at him and connected with something when I heard him grunt. I tried to stand up and run but it was no use as my pants were around my ankles. He tackled me to the floor and put me in the same position I was on the bed but with my ass higher up in the air.

He yanked my head to the side and sneered at me, "Only good girls get lube, and since you tried to run you better hope my spit is enough."

He pushed my head back down and brought his pinky to my tight asshole. I felt him spit and his pinky finger entered me. He fingered me for a while, making sure to add a few more fingers in and some more spit so I was stretched out just enough for him. All I could do was take it. He withdrew and I was really hoping he changed his mind and was just going to fuck my pussy and let me go. He brought his hand down and smacked me right on the pussy so that my clit felt it. I could feel and hear how embarrassingly wet I was. Slowly he pushed his hard cock into my wet folds and I let out the most desperate-sounding moan of my life. Thank God, he had changed his mind.

"Thank you, sir," was all I could say on repeat in a breathy moan.

He laughed at my desperation as I started grinding on his cock.

"Whores like you always like when your holes are raped," he said as he spit on my face and continued to degrade me. I couldn't help myself as I continued to fuck his cock without him even moving. My body was betraying me and my mind didn't know what to do. He pulled out of my pussy and I gave a whimper of protest, I needed him to cum in my pussy so he would forget about my ass.

"Please, sir, please use my cunt."

"What did I tell you, slut, 'yes, and sir' and 'thank you, sir' are all that should be escaping from that whore mouth of yours."

He pulled me up by my hair to a kneeling position.

"Open," he demanded.

He shoved his cock down my throat once more, forcing me to taste my arousal on him.

"Get it nice and wet or it'll hurt going into that tight virgin asshole of yours."

I desperately hoped that he would forget my ass, but I wasn't lucky enough. He pulled me up onto the bed, laying me flat on my stomach. He pushed ever so slightly on my asshole. I tried to jerk forward out of range, but I had no traction with my cuffed hands. I felt him spread my checks and spit on my hole. He tried again and all I could feel was the pain of my ass protesting against this invasion. I cried out and he smacked my ass as hard as he could. The head of his cock pushed past my entrance and slowly he pushed the rest of himself in. The pain was all I felt until he was balls deep in my ass. He began to move quickening his pace with each thrust and all I could feel was my asshole protesting against him being inside of me. He released my hands so I could brace myself. Eventually, my asshole began to relax and the pain subsided and pleasure was the only thing I felt. This was unlike anything I've ever done and I couldn't help but let a moan escape me. My sex-logged brain took over me. I moved my hand to my clit and started to play with myself. He seemed to like this because he increased his speed and made his thrusts deeper. To which, at this point, I now had no complaints. All I could do was moan like the cock hungry whore I was.

"Thank you for fucking my ass sir," was the only thing coming out of my mouth.

I could feel him building to an orgasm and I knew I was close too. I continued to play with my clit, increasing the intensity until I felt my body tighten. Finally, I felt myself tip and let my ass milk his cock. I rode the best orgasm of my life until it was done and could still feel him pumping away and knew he was close. I was a dirty whore, and there was only one thing a dirty whore wanted.

I turned my head as best as I could to make eye contact with him.

"Please, sir, please cum in my asshole. Make me your dirty cum slut."

He pounded into me twice more and let out a low groan as he came deep into my asshole. He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. He walked over to his suitcase and grabbed something from it.

"Open," was the only command I received as he inserted a plug into my mouth and then pulled it out once it was sufficiently wet. He spread my butt cheeks and pushed the plug into my ass causing me to jerk forward and squirm.

He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Keep that plug in until you get home. I expect a video of you taking it out and my cum leaking out of you"

I moaned as he massaged my bruised ass cheeks and wrists, kissing up my spine.

"Was it everything you wanted, love?" Bennett mumbled into my hair as he held me tight.

"God, yes it was, thank you so much, sir."

I laid there with him for a while and eventually stood and dressed. As I turned to leave, he stopped me with a single sentence that made my pussy drip in anticipation: "Same time next week love, and bring my plug back or I'll make sure you can't sit for a month."