Sasha looked across her desk as the green notification popped up on her phone, casually assuming it was her husband, or one of her various mums’ chat groups. However, her heart skipped a beat when she saw “David” and her fingers shook slightly as she unlocked her screen.
Working hard, Sasha?
Sasha looked guiltily around the open plan office. It was about a third full, typical for a Friday as her firm had a hybrid working policy. In fact, Sasha would usually be working from home herself on a Friday, but a client meeting had brought her into London that morning.
Before Sasha could compose a reply, her phone pinged again.
Nice to see you in London on a Friday
Sasha’s nerves rose another notch. How did he know she was in the office today?
Crowne Plaza. Meet me in the foyer in 15 minutes. Don’t waste time pretending you have meetings this afternoon.
Sasha looked around the office again, convinced her pounding heart and reddening face must be giving her away. But her co-workers carried on at their laptops, many of them with headphones on. A girl from the events team, Emily, was walking across the floor and smiled as she caught Sasha’s eye. Sasha returned the smile and nodded her head as Emily carried on towards the lift lobby.
Sasha reassured herself her colleagues would have no idea what was going on. Crucially, that included her boss, Matt, who was at a charity car racing event today. Sasha wondered if David had known about his absence today too.
Sasha screen-locked her laptop. Feeling guilty she was about to bunk off work to see her lover, following company IT policy seemed the least she could do. She went to the washroom to check her make-up, and was soon walking through reception and out the building.
The hotel was barely a five-minute walk. It was a pleasant late summer afternoon in London and the streets were quiet in the lull between lunchtime and Friday evening. Sasha walked slowly but her pulse was still going through the roof. There seemed to be more people around as she walked into the Crowne Plaza, and Sasha realised it was about the time of day that hotels allowed guests to check in. She looked nervously around the foyer.
Sasha’s heart beat even faster when she saw David. He had his back to her, standing at a check-in counter reserved for “Executive” guests. As the girl on reception stood and moved towards a printer, David turned to look around the lobby. He saw Sasha instantly and smiled as she walked towards him. He was dressed in a navy suit and looked the picture of tall, dark and handsome. Especially dark.
“Hello, Sasha.” David put an arm around Sasha’s waist and kissed her gently on the lips. Sasha returned his greeting before their receptionist re-appeared.
“Hello Mrs. Nicholls, and welcome to the Crowne Plaza. This card has some information about the hotel’s Spa and pool facilities, along with WIFI details.” The receptionist handed Sasha an A5-sized pamphlet.
“You are on the tenth floor, and I have already given your husband the room keys.” The receptionist smiled at Sasha, who felt her cheeks burning at the mention of the word ‘husband’.
“Would you like any help with your bags?” The receptionist continued.
“No, thank you. We can manage.” David responded politely.
Sasha observed his small-wheeled suitcase, the type that would just qualify as hand luggage on a plane. A feeling of shame washed over her as she thought the receptionist was bound to notice she was holding nothing more than her clutch bag and the girl was sure to put two and two together.
Before Sasha could dwell on the situation, David put his arm around her and guided her towards the lift.
“I see you managed to pack then.” Sasha gestured towards David’s suitcase as they moved across the foyer.
“Just a change in clothes and I’ve brought some underwear for you too, Sasha. You can surprise your husband when you get home. I left enough space to pack some other essentials as well.” David smiled as Sasha wondered what he could mean and her mind raced at the thought of returning to her husband later on.
Soon they were at the door to their room, and David scanned one of the cards. “Here Mrs. Nicholls, perhaps you would like your own room key.” David handed Sasha the plastic card as he spoke, flashing his roguish smile once again.
“I almost corrected the reception girl, but I thought you were already embarrassed enough. Anyway, I suspect she knew perfectly well that you are not my wife. Needy, married woman sneaks off work to be fucked by a black man. They must see it all the time.” David chuckled as he held the door open for Sasha.
Sasha looked around their room. It was certainly in the high-end category, with an impressive view, king-size bed and stylish en-suite bathroom. She noticed the bottle of champagne and two glasses on a table, with a card propped against it.
Mr and Mrs Nicholls, with compliments of the management.
“Would you like a glass, Sasha?”David asked her as he reached for the bottle, placing his case next to the table.
“Yes please.” Sasha nodded, thinking that having a drink would be low on the list of her sins by the time she returned to her office.
“There you are. Cheers, and here’s to a happy Friday afternoon!” David clinked his glass gently against Sasha’s. “How has work been today, then?”
Sasha thought about asking him how he had known she was in the office but thought better of it. “Fine thank you, I had a meeting this morning and thought I may as well stay on. Maybe that was a mistake.” Sasha eyed her lover nervously.
“A mistake? Not at all, we both know you will not regret this one little bit, Sasha.” David lifted his case onto the table.
“A small gift. I am sure you will look stunning in these, and I thought it only fair to make sure you had a fresh set.” David handed her a small bag.
“Such chivalry!” Sasha smiled as she unwrapped the bag and recognised the branding of a high-end lingerie retailer.
“Your husband is a lucky man. He’ll be coming home to his stunning wife, in that underwear, recently satisfied by her lover. What more could a man wish for?” David teased her gently as he moved towards her and kissed her mouth.
Sasha returned his kiss, slowly at first but she felt her lips swelling and her tongue move inside his mouth. David gently bit her lower lip before breaking their embrace.
“Strip to your underwear, Sasha.” David spoke with calm authority as he looked at her.
Sasha held his gaze for a moment before unbuttoning her blouse and stepping out of her calf-length skirt.
“Plenty of space in the wardrobe, go and put your clothes in there.” David was reaching for his suitcase again as he spoke.
Sasha meekly obeyed him before turning back from the wardrobe, now clad only in a pair of blue panties and matching bra. Her eyes widened as she saw David holding a leather strap and a pair of handcuffs. These must be the essentials he had mentioned. The strap was about two feet long and split along most of its length, forming a V-shape.
“Don’t worry, it stings sharply but it won’t leave much marking on your bottom. Well, provided you are a good girl.” David moved towards Sasha as he spoke. Her pretty face was flushed, making her even more enticing to him.
“Goodness me, dripping wet already!” David laughed as he ran a hand over Sasha’s panties. He unclasped her bra easily before pinching one of her nipples.
David unzipped his trousers before speaking again. “On your knees, my little married slut. Suck my cock.”
Heart pounding, Sasha knelt before him. As she lowered his trousers, she saw the bulge in his boxer shorts. She pulled down his underwear, allowing David’s large erection to spring free and took it in her mouth without delay.
“Fuck, yes. God, your mouth is incredible. Who taught you to suck cock like this?” David groaned as her mouth slid down his shaft.
Sasha assumed this must be a rhetorical question and carried on pleasuring him with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip of David’s cock before sliding her lips down once more.
“I asked you a question, girl.” David pulled Sasha’s hair by her ponytail freeing his enormous cock from her mouth. “Who taught you to suck cock so well?”
Sasha looked up at him from her kneeling position. “Well, err, umm, I guess I started with my first boyfriend when I was about sixteen.” She stammered.
David looked down at her, his deep brown eyes burning with arousal. “I doubt he taught you everything you knew though, did he? You have obviously had lots of practice since then. Do you blow your husband like this?”
“My husband is err, umm, not so well endowed. But I do give him blowjobs sometimes.” Sasha replied meekly, trying to hold his gaze.
“That needs to stop. I will allow you to fuck your husband occasionally to avoid suspicion, but I will be the only one coming in your slutty mouth from now.” David tapped his cock against her cheek.
“Understand?”
Sasha thought for a moment how disappointed her husband would be if she followed through on this, but there was no way she would argue with David, especially with his hand still firmly gripping her hair and his rock-hard cock millimetres from her face.
“Yes, I understand.” She stuttered before quickly adding, “I understand, Sir.”
“Good girl, now suck my cock properly. Pretend it’s not the thousandth time you’ve given oral and savour every moment.” David pulled Sasha’s head back towards him as he spoke, easing her mouth back onto him.
Sasha wished her lips could reach his lightly-haired groin, but knew she could not take his full length. She continued pleasuring David, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could manage. His moans and pulsing cock made it clear she was satisfying him. Within a couple of minutes, she could tell he was close to orgasm. One unmistakable sign was David grabbing her hair again and taking control of the pace of the oral sex.
“I’m going to cum, Sasha. And you are going to swallow the lot and thank me for not cumming all over that pretty face and sending you back to work in a complete state.” David’s voice was getting breathless now as he looked down at her once more.
Sasha reached for his buttocks, placing her hands gently on them as his cock begin to twitch even more vigorously. Steadying herself this way enabled her to look up at him while her mouth continued to service his cock.
“Jeeeessssus.” David yelled as his climax overcame him, thrusting his hips even more powerfully and making Sasha gag as he pumped into her mouth. Sasha tried to swallow everything he gave her. She registered the salty, slightly bleach-like, taste of his semen even though most of it bypassed her mouth and flowed down her throat.
Finally, David’s cock began to throb more slowly, and his flow of cum slowed. Sasha let his cock drop from her mouth as it shrank, before alternating between kissing its shaft and gently licking the tip. David sighed contentedly as she cleaned him with her tongue.
“Good girl. Now what do you say?” David finally murmured.
For a moment Sasha was confused and not sure what to say, but she managed to remember what David had told her shortly before he had filled her mouth.
“Er, um, thank you for coming in my mouth and not ejaculating all over my face. Sir.” Sasha looked at him submissively as she spoke.
“Yes, it was generous of me. Seeing your lovely, married face covered with my cum is high on my wishlist. And I would love to see the look on that receptionist’s face as you walked past her with your hair plastered to your face.” David laughed gently as he fully eased his trousers and boxer shorts to the floor.
After unbuttoning his shirt, he deposited his clothes on a desk at the side of the suite and stood naked in front of Sasha. Still on her knees, she looked admiringly at his well-toned body.
“Even with the pill I took, it will be a little while before I am ready to fuck you I’m afraid,” David informed Sasha casually.
“So, it’s time for some other fun and games.” David walked over to Sasha as he spoke, before lifting her from her knees and leading her towards the bed.
“One of the best features of the suites here is this proper bed. Normal hotel beds are no use at all when it comes to restraint.” David draped her body over the bed as he spoke.
Holding his pair of handcuffs, he quickly threaded them either side of a headboard slat and clipped them to Sasha’s wrists.
“Just where we want you.” David smiled at her again, and Sasha was aware that her panties were absolutely soaking as her thighs tingled uncontrollably.
“Right, where did you put your phone, Sasha? In your handbag I suppose.” David smiled at her as he spoke, before turning towards the desk and reaching into her bag.
To be continued…
