by C. T. Sloan
I walk up to the woman behind the reservation desk and nervously say, “Someone left a red envelope for me.”
The woman looks around the desk in front of her and finds a red envelope sitting under a paperweight. She hands me the envelope. “Thanks,” I say as I open the envelope. There is a little piece of paper inside with a message inscribed, “Come to Bungalow 3. The door is open.”
Bungalow 3? I didn’t even know the Chateau Marmont has bungalows. I walk back up to the reservation desk and ask for the location of Bungalow 3. They direct me to the rear of the hotel where several private bungalows are located. I follow their instructions and make my way to the handsome stranger.
I soon find myself standing face to face with Bungalow 3. I walk up to the white door and grab the handle. I slowly turn the handle and open the door. I walk in and I am standing inside a space that reminds me of the humble beach cottages one would find around Venice Beach. There is a flickering golden glow coming from the living room area. I carefully walk inside and find several candles illuminating the bungalow. I walk up to one of the candles and stare at the flame. “Hello?” I call out.
The door to the cottage slams shut. I begin to turn around. Suddenly, I feel strong arms wrap themselves around my body. “You are punctual. I like that,” the familiar voice of the stranger says in a deep, sexy tone. He turns me around. I look up and see his penetrating brown eyes staring back at me. He runs his hands down to my ass and gives me a nice squeeze. I want to say something but I’ve lost total control of my lower lip. I am a quivering, helpless mess of a little girl.
I feel the stranger lift his hands under my skirt. He squeezes my ass, digging his fingernails into my flesh. I bite my lower lip. “Nice and tight. Just the way I like it,” he says in a low whisper. The tall, broad-shouldered, sexy man of my dreams pulls down my thong. He turns me around and says, “Walk to the French doors and pull down your skirt.”
I turn around. About four feet ahead of me are a set of double French doors that lead into a small patio area. I walk up to the doors and slowly unzip my skirt. It drops to the ground. “Spread your legs apart and put your hands up against the doors,” the stranger orders. I can see the stranger’s reflection in the glass panes of the door. He takes off his belt and walks up behind me. I feel him push my head forward until it touches one of the glass panes on the door. He pulls my ass outward until I am almost completely bent over.
The stranger runs his hands up and down my ass, rubbing my rump until I get goose bumps. I feel his fingers move down between my legs. He begins to slowly rub me. Oh fuck, this is what I have been fantasizing about for so long. And now it is happening! The stranger’s hand feels so nice that I almost want to cry. He rubs faster and faster. I let out a slight moan. Then I feel the strong slap of the leather belt against my ass. “Ah!” I yell.
“Every time you moan, I will punish your ass. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. I understand,” I say in the softest way possible.
The stranger takes his hand and slowly moves it back between my legs. He really begins to rub me well. I pant. My breath fogs up the glass pane in front of me. The stranger takes his fingers and slowly enters me with them. I can’t help it. I moan again.
“Ah!” I scream as the stranger takes that leather strap to my ass.
“At this rate, you won’t be able to sit down for a week,” the stranger says. “You had better behave yourself,” he warns.
“I will.”
I feel the stranger get on his knees. He bends me over even more. Oh wow. What is he doing? I feel his warm, wet tongue between my legs. Dammit. He is so good down there. I don’t care what he is going to do to my ass, I am going to fucking make some noise. I moan out my approval of the stranger’s masterful tongue work. He picks me up off of my feet. “It looks like you don’t know how to listen. I’m going to have to fucking take you across my knees,” the tall stranger say as he carries me to the sofa.
The stranger sits on the sofa and throws me over his lap. He begins to spank my ass nice and hard. I really like this. I really, really like this. When he is done spanking me, I lift my ass up and wiggle it some more. “Oh, you think you can take some more ass punishment? You young, naive little girl. You should never test me like that!” the stranger growls.
My body is thrown over the side one of the sofa armrests. I feel the stranger sink his teeth into my butt cheeks. Damn, I have never experienced anything like this before. He grabs and bites and licks my backside. My body tingles with excitement. I push my ass closer and closer towards his wet and talented tongue. The stranger pushes his hands up my shirt and begins to play with my tits. Before I know it, he rips off my blouse and bra. I am naked. And the stranger is beginning to get more aggressive with my body.
I hear the stranger remove his clothes. He gets behind me and places his hard dick right up against my thigh. I feel the thickness of that dick as he rubs it against my body. The stranger pulls on my hair and forces my face right up against his big dick. All I can say is, “Wow.” The stranger is certainly packing between his legs.
I place my tiny hands around that big, hard dick. I love the power that I have right now. The stranger lies back and makes me stroke him off. I do my best to please my new lover. As I stare at that cock, he pushes my mouth right towards his dick. I nervously open my mouth and swallow that thick cock. I begin to suck him off slowly. He pushes my head down further and further until I gag. I push my head away. Big mistake. He grabs me by the sides of my head and starts to fuck my mouth. I gasp for air as this big, thick dick slides in and out of my face. Then, after a while, I start to get into a groove. As the stranger moans, I begin to get off on this. Before you know it, I’m grabbing his ass and sucking him off.
“Oh, you fucking slut!” the stranger moans as I deep-throat his big dick. I look up and see his six-pack abs contract. That only makes me want to suck him off some more. I run my tongue up and down that dick until he pulls my head away from his body. I fall to the ground. The stranger gets on top of me and begins to have his way with my pussy.
“I’m going to split you in two,” the stranger threatens as he pushes that big dick into my pussy. He fucks me on the floor like an animal. The stranger takes his forearm and presses it against my neck. I couldn’t cry out if I wanted to. It doesn’t matter anyway. At this point, I’m just trying my best to keep myself conscious. The stranger pushes my hair to the side and begins to kiss and bite the back of my neck. He is so raw and aggressive that I’m scared to scream out my oncoming orgasm.
I open my mouth as wide as I can. I’m cumming. I’m close. The stranger pushes my face right into the wooden floor of the living room and drives his dick deep into me. I grit my teeth and cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life. Tears fall down my cheeks. Saliva drips from my lips. I could die a happy girl right now, on this floor. My body shakes.
The stranger finishes inside of me. He lies his strong body on top of my back. I can hear his heavy breathing. His sweat drips onto the side of my face. We just lie there trying to recover. After a few minutes, the stranger gets up and puts his clothes back on. I look up at him. The handsome stranger puts on his jacket and tie. He walks to a mirror and straightens out his hair. I want to say something like, “That was mind blowing,” or simply “wanna have a drink?” The stranger doesn’t look like he is in the mood for chitchat. I slowly rise to my feet and plop down on the sofa. I hold one of the sofa pillows over my body. As the stranger is about to leave, he looks down at me. “Nice body,” he says as he walks out the door.
I sit there for a moment and wonder what the fuck just happened. My body just got fucked like it’s never been fucked before. My mind is a whirlwind of confusion. And I don’t even know the stranger’s name. Of course, that’s the number one rule. We are not supposed to know anything about each other. Perhaps, that’s for the better. I look for my purse and pull out my phone. It’s 1:30 a.m. I have to be at work by nine. If I can get back to Culver City by 2:00, maybe I c
an get five hours of sleep before heading back to work.
I take a quick shower in the bungalow shower. By the way, this was not a good idea. The longer I stay in this place, the more I realize that I live in a crap hole apartment. I jump into my Honda and get back to Culver City at a little after two. I open the door and thankfully find the living room empty. Good, my roommate is asleep. I don’t need her to see me right now. I go to the fridge and grab a small bottle of Gatorade. As I open the bottle, the light turns on. My roommate Deb is staring at me. “You got lucky!” she says.
How the fuck does she know?! I play it coy. “Maybe.”
“You have that post-orgasmic glow.”
I meekly put the cap on my drink and head to my room. As I pass Deb she says to me, “Looks like your evening was a lot more interesting than mine.”
Yeah, if she only knew!
***
I thought I would be beat. It’s 9:15 a.m. and there is a spring in my step as I get off of the elevator to my receptionist job. I see all of the people walking into the office with me and I am the only one who is smiling. I have this dirty little secret that makes me feel like the most exciting person in the building. As I watch all the women make their way into the office, I notice them all do a double take on my face. Damn, I think all the girls know I got fucked last night. The guys are none the wiser. Notice I use the term guys. Because that’s what they are. They are immature grown boys. None of them could rock my world like that dashing, masculine alpha stud that used my ass for target practice.
As the morning wears on, I begin to feel this strange sensation - I am getting horny. Oh wow. I have never been this turned on before! Every other minute, I’m thinking about my unknown lover’s broad chest, deep voice and flat stomach. He has become such an obsession that I find myself slow to answer the phones at my desk. I better keep my act together. The last thing I need to do is lose my job over a casual fuck buddy!
After lunch, I begin to watch the clock. I am hoping and praying that the handsome stranger has a new message for me. I want to meet him so bad. 2:00. 3:00. 4:00. When 5:00 rolls around, I begin to get really wound up. I pace around the reception lobby and start chewing gum like a smoker going through nicotine withdrawal. A few people start to leave the office. I would like to get the fuck out of here. Alas, my shift does not end until 6:00. When 5:50 rolls around, I am ready to dart out of the office.
“Carrie. Can you come with me?” the office manager asks.
Oh, what the hell?! Am I going to have to stay late? I follow my office manager to one of the conference rooms. As I walk inside the windowless room, my heart begins to sink. The company is having a new business presentation tomorrow morning and they need people to help set-up the presentation boards. It looks like I’m going to have to stay until at least 6:30. Drat!
6:45. I am finally released from the cruel confines of the windowless conference room. I dart to the elevators and head down to the parking garage. The long shadows cast by the downtown LA buildings tell me that I am leaving later than usual. Well, at least I am paid hourly. Those extra 45 minutes should help with the gas money. I get to level three and walk towards my Honda. As I make my way to my humble vehicle, I see a little piece of paper tucked under the driver’s side windshield! The mysterious stranger is back!
I run up to my car and open the note. “10 PM. Shutters on the Beach. Santa Monica. Be there.” Damn right, I’ll be there. Shutters on the Beach is one of those ritzy hotels located right on the sand in Santa Monica. I may not know much about the stranger but I do suspect the man has cash. First the Chateau Marmont. Now Shutters on the Beach. Reservations like that don’t come cheap!
I then notice something else on the windshield, a key card. I look at the inscription on the card - Shutters on the Beach. Oh well, the handsome stranger is kind enough to get me a hotel key this time. Perhaps our relationship is getting a little more formal. Oh please. I get into my car and slap myself on the face. I have to remember that he isn’t my boyfriend. The last thing I need to do is delude myself into thinking that this is something more than it is - an anonymous booty call.
I drive home wondering what I will wear. A little black dress would seem a little, I don’t know, slutty to wear in a hotel like Shutters on the Beach. Maybe I’ll wear something in white. I have a cute white dress that I haven’t worn since my vacation in Cabo. Dammit. If Deb sees me leaving at 10 .m., she is going to bombard me with more questions. I certainly can’t tell her the truth. She will think I’m nuts. This is definitely one of the times I wish I could afford to live on my own.
***
Alright, it’s 9:30 p.m. Since I’m on the Westside of LA, getting to Santa Monica should only take me about twenty minutes. I study myself in the bathroom mirror. The white dress does look cute on me. As I turn around to check my ass out in the mirror, I hear a knock on the door.
“Are you almost done?” Deb asks me.
“Yeah,” I say as I open the door. It takes my roommate less than two seconds to know something is up.
“Wow. You’re meeting up with your one-night stand again tonight?!” Deb says with a mischievous laugh.
“Oh, I can’t even explain what is going on,” I tell her.
“This is so unlike you. I’m supposed to be the wild one and I’m the girl who’s been stuck inside the apartment. You are going to have to tell me your secret.”
I want to spill the beans. But the whole situation is so bizarre. I guess I’m going to have to continue to play it coy. “Yeah, I’m meeting the same guy again. It’s a little weird.”
As I am walking out the door, Deb says the last thing I wanted to hear, “Oh my God. Maybe he’s married.”
Fuck! Why did she have to go there? “He is not married!” I insist.
“Are you meeting him at his place?”
“No.”
“Then he is married.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Do you even know his real name?”
I look back at my roommate. Checkmate. It’s true. I don’t know his name. But I know he is not married. The handsome stranger is too well dressed and has too much swagger to be a married man. Nonetheless, Deb is starting to make me wonder about this stranger. I fake a smile and tell my roommate, “He doesn’t fuck like a married guy.”
Deb just looks at me dumbfounded. I close the door and leave. Let her ponder my last response for the rest of the evening!
***
I make the quick drive over to Santa Monica. When I get to Shutters on the Beach, my heart rate begins to quicken. I can sense the stranger inside the hotel. I can feel his danger. And I swear that I can smell his scent. I hand my Honda over to the valet, which will probably cost me more than what I will spend on gas for the week. The hotel has a nice understated elegance to it. I have seen the hotel during various walks on the beach. And I can’t imagine how much it would cost to get a room here. One thing is certain - I never thought I would be in this hotel waiting for a sexual rendezvous!
I look at the keycard and check the room: Number 402. I take the elevator up to the fourth floor. The elevator doors open and I head down the hallway to meet my mysterious lover. I find Room 402. Just as I am about to slide in the keycard and open the door, I decide to knock. After all, that would be much more polite than barging in on the man.
I knock. No answer. I knock again. After a few seconds, it becomes clear that my lover is either in the bathroom or he hasn’t shown up yet. That’s no problem. I’ll use this as an opportunity to make myself comfortable before we get down to business. I slide in the keycard and open the door. The lights are off. Instead the room is illuminated with the golden flicker of candlelight. How romantic! Perhaps my handsome stranger does have a soft side after all. I close the door behind me and see the balcony doors open. I walk out and see the white waters of the Santa Monica beach illuminated by moonlight. This view must cost at least $800 a night. Nice.
I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the water crashing
into the sands. I feel the cool ocean breeze brushing past my body. I am so relaxed that I kick off my shoes and feel my feet rub against the hardwood flooring off the balcony. As I listen to the ocean waves crashing, I hear another sound. I think I am hearing footsteps? I open my eyes. Suddenly, a large forearm comes across my neck. I feel myself get lifted off of my feet. I am too scared to scream. I am carried back into the living room. Then I am taken to the bedroom and tossed down on the King size bed.
“Put your face into that pillow,” says the familiar voice of the mysterious stranger.
Wow. I have never been so scared and so turned on in my life. I do as I am ordered. “Spread out your arms and legs,” the stranger demands. Well, his wish is his command. I spread myself out on the bed. I feel those strong hands remove my clothes from my body. Now, I am naked except for my white thong.
I feel the stranger put something around my neck. What the hell is that?! A collar?! I feel the stranger connect something to the collar. Then I feel a sudden yank around my neck. I pull myself up until I am on my knees. I look at myself in the bedroom mirror. And there I am, wearing nothing but a thong and a collar with a metal chain attached to it. My nipples are hard. My body is shaking. I look back at the stranger. He is wearing a pair of sunglasses. I can see myself in the reflection of the dark lens of the glasses. The stranger takes the chains on the leash and begins to rub them against my nipples. Oh, that feels nice.