My Motel

The chair creaked a little under my weight as I settled in, making myself comfortable as I watched the monitor. I was excited about this one. Very excited. The couple I checked in were an odd one. Mismatched and uncoordinated almost, like they didn’t belong together. That meant that my usual slow Sunday night was going to become a whole lot more exciting.

The man, looming and large, had an air of arrogance about him, a confidence that only really matched a certain breed of human. The Boss. I guessed from his stature and facial features he was around his early 40’s, handsome of course with sharp eyes and salt and pepper hair. Imposing. Yes, definitely some kind of CEO bigwig. He was used to being in charge, I could tell. If I had learned anything while on the job, it was how to read people.

The woman was a little different. She was definitely a stunner. Long vibrant red hair that had been neatly curled up at the bottom, soft and shining. When I was checking them in I had had the strangest urge to lean in and breath the light scent of strawberries that permeated from her soft tresses. I didn’t of course, Mr CEO wouldn’t have liked that very much. She was young too, a little cliché really. Mid 20’s I would guess, with her delicate features. From what I could tell, beneath that form-fitting dress suit hugging her tightly, her body was all kinds of soft and curvy. Great ass, nice small tits, long and shapely legs. Oh, God, I was excited to see what treasures lay hidden beneath.

I watched, almost impatiently as the strange couple mingled around the room, setting down the few things they had brought with them. My Motel wasn’t really for long staying guests if you know what I mean. The girl was sitting on the large king-size, tapping her foot to a nervous chorus. She looked unsure what to do next. The man was on the other side of the room, placing the black briefcase he had possessively clutched to his side during our entire encounter, onto the small coffee table in the corner. I inched a little closer to the screen, reaching to turn up the volume a little more.

He opened the case now and it took me a moment before I could recognise what I was seeing. Whips, collars, chains, and all kinds of ominous toys made up the contents of the case. I let out a slow breath at the sight, my cock twitching in anticipation. Oh, this was going to be good. This was going to be very good.

The man took out one of the collars in his collection, black and studded silver, attaching it to a matching chain. He turned swiftly, his eyes cold and predatory as he regarded the nervous girl on the bed. I watched the flicker of excitement in her eyes as she saw his find. She licked her lips, breathing shallow as she slowly slinked off the bed. Her movements were feline and confident, betraying the innocent shake of her body as she positioned herself on all fours. It seemed they had played this game before, together or with someone else, I wasn’t quite sure yet.

He grunted in approval at her display, walking slowly towards her, all command and control. He barked an order for her to turn around. She did, shuffling on all fours till her ass was facing him, her head hanging low. He slowly, almost gently, placed the collar around her neck, tightening it appropriately. She moaned at the action, and I watched as his own dick twitched at the sound, like she was calling to him.

He pulled on the chain sharply, commanding her to stand. She did, long legs unfolding and straitening under his glare. He got her to remove her clothes, slowly, under his constant control. She obviously knew how to put on a show, her movements were experienced and so damn pleasing.

I groaned at the sight of her. I was right, her body was all female. She was so delicate looking on the surface, but her body was the epitome of woman, curving and expanding in soft waves. Her hips were round and full, her waist delicate and small. Breakable. Her tits weren’t big, but they were beautiful, like the bud of a rose, so ripe.

She shuddered under his gaze, rubbing her legs together, careful not to look him in the eye. He circled her, enjoying the slight jolt of her body when he tugged at the chain. He liked what he saw, his large cock now straining and glistening, ready for a warm place to rest… but he was all patience, his desire was to play.

His beefy hands found themselves in her crimson hair, tightening his squeeze just a little, enjoying her flinch in his grasp. She moaned at the rough handling, her eyes looking up to him finally, pleading a silent request. He nodded. I waited.

She knelt down on her knees this time staring intently at his prize. Her blush lips, suddenly hungry and searching made their way to his thick and pulsing rod of flesh, pulling his full length impossibly deep inside her mouth. I groaned, my hand already unbuttoning my pants, fingers around my shaft. My other hand squirting lotion haphazardly around my length as I kept my eyes trained on the scene unfolding in front of my eyes. This was going to be a mess to clean up. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the steamy show in front of me.

She was taking him so deep and so feverishly it was almost hard to imagine this was the same timid tiny thing that had been in my office earlier. He grunted like an animal as he twisted his hands tighter at her scalp, urging her on. He looked like he was close, but before the end came he pulled her unceremoniously off of his angry and glistening member. My frustrations spiked at his actions but I was too enthralled to think more on it. What were they going to do next? My blood was rushing through my veins, screaming and thrashing all the way to my heart.

He instructed her to crawl back to the bed, lying belly first on the sheets with her ass facing him and legs off the side. He stalked closer to her, losing the rest of his clothes slowly, deliberately, watching her eyes when she glanced at him, wet and waiting. She was panting, rubbing her thighs together harshly in an effort to smother the wet heat between her lips. He barked at her to stop, instead telling her to spread her legs wide. She obeyed, visibly excited at the next stage in their game.

He was close to her, tracing his calloused fingers down her quaking flesh, dipping between her soaked thighs. He plunged a finger inside of her aching heat and she shrieked in startled ecstasy. He added another finger roughly and pushed inside of her, watching her body stiffen and shudder. Her soft and eager cries echoing off the walls. I stroked myself faster, the excitement in my veins carrying my heart with it. I breathed slowly, grunting as I tested my flesh with firm fingers, changing pace, fast to slow, slow to fast until my cock ached in building fire.

He pulled out of her, swiftly marching back to his waiting briefcase as her begging moans pulled at my aching flesh. He took out a riding crop, testing it against the flesh of his own arm, a satisfied grin as he watched her body flinch from the sound. She managed to stay still, keeping her legs apart per his instructions, but she couldn’t still the subtle swaying of her ass.

She was absolutely soaked now, her own need dripping down her trembling thighs. He flicked the crop once more against his arm just to see her jerk. He made his move back behind her again, a rough hand somehow softly grazing across her cheeks, circling the flesh almost lovingly.

He had something in his other hand, alongside the crop he gripped. I frowned, what had I missed? I had been too preoccupied watching the woman’s heated reactions. I saw it now, the small object he moved to his other hand once he had finished touching her waiting skin. A butt-plug. I shuddered, speeding up the now slow assault on my dick.

He was talking to her now, sternly, but coaxingly, telling her to relax as he bent down behind her. He made her cover the plug in her own spit, warning her to do a thorough job. She did. He pushed a finger once more into her pussy, coating the digit until he was satisfied enough to touch it to the puckered entrance of her ass. She tensed, waiting, but he didn’t start until he had relaxed her enough with his words to push his finger in slowly. She groaned under the pressure, pushing her ass back a little. He grinned. I moaned.

Fuck this was so hot. I always tried to hold myself until someone cummed but this one was going to be tough. I wanted my release only when I could watch the explosion of senses in their eyes, watch their bodies jerk and spasm under the pressure of their own orgasm. That was what really made me explode. The special ones were when a couple on only the rarest of occasions, came together. It was almost like the three of us had experienced something so magical, so world-consuming. Not that they would ever know that I supposed.

He was getting ready to push in the saliva covered butt-plug, satisfied enough with his preparations. She groaned heartily as he pushed the bud into her stretching hole, grunting himself at the pressure it took. It popped in at the groove finally with a satisfying sound. They both grunted together in union. I joined them.

He pulled back, all business-like, as he readied himself with the crop. Her body shivered as he tickled her legs with the riding crop, letting it dip a little to graze past the waiting lips of her cunt.

‘Thwack’! I jolted at the sudden movement, the sound of crop on flesh vibrating around the room. She shuddered, moaning, swaying. Her ass, unrestrained with her surging desire. He commanded her to still, and she did eventually, but not before he had let the crop fly down on her naked skin once, then twice, then three times. She sang in time with each hit, her moans getting louder, more demanding. He continued his assault, spurred on by her cries and the fine lines of red erupting across his canvas.

I tried to keep my own strokes slow, but I couldn’t help squeezing a little tighter, moving a little faster at each swing of the crop. He kept up the attack, sometimes swift and immediate strikes, other times slow and deliberate thwacks. When he finally finished she was shaking and panting, thick droplets of sweat trickling down her side as it ran across her skin. He was huffing, surveying his work, seemingly very, very pleased.

He grabbed at the chain connected to her collar and pulled it tight as he settled behind her on his knees, spreading her cheeks as he looked at her swollen womanhood. This must be her reward.

I watched as his expert tongue ran up her slit, feeling her shudder first when he grazed her clit, and second when he nudged the toy still sticking nicely out of her clenching hole. He got to work, licking and sucking, strong hands planted either side of her, holding her at his mercy. She writhed and moan under his mouth, screaming like a wanton whore every time his focus was on her clit. Finally, when it looked like she was about to come undone, he stopped, rising to his feet.

She cried out in a frustrated moan, almost close to tears in her ebbing need. God, she wanted him, I could see it in her eyes, a madness for him. He had that same madness, towering above her, naked chest breathing hard and cock straining, begging to drive home. His large hand gripped her hips, pulling her up so that she could kneel on the bed, head down and ass high, swaying slowly as she moaned, begging him to sate her, fill her, own her. He didn’t need much encouragement.

Pulling the chain tighter with his hands heavy on her hips he lined himself up and drove into her wet desire, hard and deep. His groan was guttural, feral as he plunged into her again, pumping in long strong strokes as her sex struggled around his girth. A groan was trapped in the back of my throat as I watched the fevered couple, my hand squelching up my hard cock. He pounded her with every brutal flick of his hips, growling like a mad man as he pushed himself further into her depth with each frenzied pump.

She was howling in delight, pushing back against his length, scratching at the sheets every time he ground into her G-spot. He fucked her, she fucked back, and I fucked myself. I could feel that I was close, every nerve-ending in my body screaming out, my cock begging for me to just give in. Just a little longer… just a little longer. My hand sped up, I couldn’t help it anymore, my prolonged orgasm wasn’t impressed that I was trying to hold out. My eyes locked on the couple, fucking like dogs in heat, scratching and moaning and grunting.

He was diving into her at an incredible rate now. He was close, I could tell. Yes, yes, yes! My body sang along with the chorus of their cries. This was it. I watched the woman’s toes curl a second before her voice exploded out into a pleasure soaked scream, her body shuddering violently, spasming against the animal of a man fucking her hard… and then it hit. His release took him with the power of a fist to the gut as he roared loud into the roof, his cock bouncing against her as he rode out his own orgasm, and with that, I couldn’t hold it anymore, my own release hard and crippling, pulling out my own guttural roar as hot spurts of cum covered the monitor, dressing the shuddering couple in my sticky white spunk. I groaned, riding out my release, spurt after spurt.

Fuck, that was good. What a ride! I leaned back heavily in my office chair, panting and sweaty as my cock slowly deflated, trying to recover from the orgasm that had ripped its way through me, no mercy. Even as tired and worn out as I was, I couldn’t help the grin that took my face. Maybe I would have to give them one of my vouchers for a free night’s stay when they checked out tomorrow… They definitely deserved it. I grinned wider, palming my cock, trying to breathe some life back into it as the exhausted couple started up again…

Mm, yes, they definitely deserved it… and so did I…