My name is Easton, and a short time ago I discovered a hidden world inside the Cheslea Inn hotel chain. I found out a private, non-exclusive sex club exists that meets just after the bar closes each night. One night a beautiful woman picked me up for anonymous sex and introduced me to what was known as The Inn Club.
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Once again business called me out of town, this time for an off-site. Most off-sites are supposed to be team building kinds of affairs, but this one was really a quarterly progress review in sheep's clothing. I wasn't so much worried about myself as for the others. My programs were solid, with one underperformer amongst many good ones. Most of my peers were not in the same position however. I arrived on a Monday afternoon when the corporate brass were having their off-site. Those of us not in the brass figured they were dining on babies. In any event I had the evening off, so after an early dinner of sushi from the local grocery store, I took a nap in hopes of some late night exercise.
All of this ran through my head on the way down to the lounge, and as I arrived there were very few people. While there might have been more at the central city location, that was too close to the office and happened to be where a lot of my peers were staying. I didn't need to take the chance of people I knew seeing me with women away from home. Yeah, there was always a risk but I tried to manage it. A few minutes past eleven and there were three people sitting in the lounge area. Two appeared to be a non-playing couple, and the third was me. I determined to wait just a few minutes and then call it a night, and sure enough, at ten past I got up to head to the elevator. Turning as I stood, I nearly ran into a tall woman with jet black hair and glasses. She looked to be about my age, medium build and wearing a silk blouse, skin tight jeans and 4" stiletto heels. Though her facial features may have been average, the overall effect was stunning and I'm sure she knew it.
As I drew up short she leaned in and whispered, "I was hoping to find someone here."
"Me too," I replied.
She leaned back and withdrew a business card holder which she opened and thumbed through. Smirking, she selected one and handed it to me. "An introduction," she said.
Laney
Player, The Inn Club
While the back gave her phone number as well as: solo, het, BB, toy.
The category 'toy' was a new arrival to Club terminology. It meant someone that just wanted to have a good time, pretty much doing whatever you wanted, within reason of course. The strongest definition of a willing partner. Not so much a submissive as someone who just wanted someone else to run the whole scene. And as you might guess, I suspected there were not too many of them around. I was smiling as I handed her my card.
Alex
Player, The Inn Club
And the back of the card gave my number and read simply: solo, hetero, requests.
She withdrew a phone and texted me.
Laney: 'interesting card, no specifics?''
Me: 'I'm easy to please. Isn't 'toy' rather new?'
Laney: 'like to think I coined it'
Me: 'wow. then room 461, bring whatever you want.'
She nodded, slid her phone into a pocket and turned away. I waited for the elevator doors to close behind her before heading up. As the doors closed behind me a couple moments later I adjusted my already hard cock.
This looked like a fantastic opportunity and I was never so happy to have taken a nap. In my room I poured two glasses of wine and changed into more comfortable slacks, no underwear, and kicked off my shoes. I opened the door and blocked it ajar with the security latch. A few minutes later there was a gentle knock and then Laney came through the door. She turned to fix the latch but I stopped her. "Leave it," I said. "Strip there, hang up your clothes if you like, and put your heels back on."
She dropped her bag to the floor, said "Yes, sirrr," seriously but with a smirk, and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal she was no longer wearing a bra. She had nice tits, at least a C cup, with upturned nipples that were already hard. She opened the closet and hung up her blouse, her tits readily visible should anyone walk by. She then reached down and undid the clasps on her shoes, peeled off her jeans and let them stay in a pile, and slid her shoes back on.
"And now the door if you please."
Nodding she unblocked the door, closed it and latched it. I handed her a glass of wine, noting she sported a thin landing strip of pubic hair. She sipped the wine, then downed the rest in one gulp.
As she did, I asked, "So what else do I need to know about you, Laney?"
"No decisions from me, and no time limit. I just want to enjoy and be enjoyed. Safe words are Yellow, Red, Uber," she smiled, "and no marks. Well, none visible."
A completely willing woman ready to do anything I wanted. Of course I had one rule above all: make sure she has a good time. I walked over to the lone office chair and sat down. "Well then, bring me the bag, and get busy sucking my cock." I'm not typically so direct, but she did say no decisions, so there would have been actually negative points for asking.
She handed me the bag then sat down on her knees. Good thing I wasn't wearing underwear or there would have been no way for her to get my rock hard dick out of my pants. I opened the bag as she took me in her mouth. Wow could she suck cock. Her tongue was everywhere and her hands were nicely squeezing and cupping my balls. This was not going to take long, but I tried to distract myself with thoughts of what was coming.
The bag contained a selection of goodies: an Hitachi wand, a rabbit vibe, two kinds of lube, two butt plugs with convenient loops to help remove them, one tame sized and one challenging, a collapsible spreader bar complete with cuffs, and a variety of condoms if one were so inclined. Suddenly I had the next hour or so completely planned. Of course, first she was going to make me come.
I dropped the bag and took firm hold of her hair as I approached my first orgasm of the night. "Mmm, you have a talented mouth, Laney, I'm about to reward your efforts."
She made a sound that might have been a whimper and tried to pull back, but I held her in place. "Oh, I know you want to swallow, but you're worried about what is in store for you. No need. Rule one is to make sure you leave here exhausted and satisfied. And filled." Whimper aside she had not stopped working my cock and I was quickly at the point of no return. As I swelled in her mouth she focused on my frenulum, heightening the sensation while drawing out my orgasm; I had found quite the fellatrix in Laney. Drawn out though it may have been, the ejaculation would not be stopped and I started to fill her mouth. To my surprise she kept working her tongue as my semen filled her mouth. My climax was one of the strongest ever from a BJ and my knees were weak.
Still, eyes on the prize. Stay on task. "That was fucking incredible, but you've heard that before. Now keep sucking." I took a deep breath. "I am going to make you come as many times as I can, or as many times as you can stand I hope. I'll give you one task: you must tell me if I need to do something different to get you off." She looked up at me, her mouth still filled by my softening cock. She nodded. "Oh, and I'll be ready to fuck you in 10 or 20 minutes, so don't worry." She made a happy whimper and looked away.