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Chapter 7: Room 1369
“Mr. White, I have two for today Friday October 13th through Thursday October 19th. Can you confirm this reservation?”
“Yes, that is correct.” I always reserved for two, as it never added to the cost, and I could usually score some additional freebies such as a few bath robes and a bottle of wine. I felt an increased warmth on Sarah’s body, as my finger tips rested on her panty line.
“Here are your room keys, sir. Please do not hesitate to call us if you need anything.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” Sarah and I turned and made our way to Capitol Grille inside the hotel.
“How did they know?” Her face was kissed with a rosy blush.
“Pardon?”
“Never mind. I’m starving.”
“Two for lunch? Can I see your reservation?” The hosts here were on duty to ensure that the general public did not have access to this luxury.
“Yes, here you are, sir.”
“Right this way.” He motioned for us to follow.
I watched Sarah as she sat in her chair that the host had pulled out for her. “Wow! This is amazing. Look at all these archways, curves and...wood!” Her gaze has shifted to my very noticeable endowment. Luckily, I had been hidden as Sarah’s body had blocked the view from our host.
“Where is everyone?” I asked the host quickly as I sat down.
“Sir, you have caught the tail end of lunch. Your server will be right with you.”
As he made his way from us, Sarah redirected her attention to me.
“Um, when the hell did you get so turned on?” she stammered.
“The moment I felt your panty line begging to be dropped by my teeth.”
“Pardon me. My name is Marshal, and I’ll be your server this afternoon. Can I get your drink orders prepared?”
Sarah’s face turned beet red, and I felt my collar heat up. I read Sarah’s face, embarrassed about the thought that the server may have over heard my statement.
“She will take a Pinot Grigio, and I’ll take the Shiraz.”
“Excellent choices. I’ll be right out with some water glasses as well.”
“Thank you.” I turned my attention to Sarah, who’s color had returned. She took my hand with a hesitant expression on her face.
“Wayne, do you believe in the supernatural?” Her eyes had locked onto mine with a still and serious look.
“Of course. You know our family history and know that I’ve been ‘gifted’ with the sight.”
She broke her gaze as the drinks came out. “Here are your menus. Take your time with ordering. However, I’d like to point out that we are known for our Double H Butcher’s Cut, followed by the Bone-In Ribeye. If steak is not of your palette today, we do have a Roasted Lamb Chop and Lamb Sausage. I’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Sarah has been looking at her menu, while gently swirling her wine. She cupped the base of the wine glass, hesitating before taking a sip. “Brucey, I have so much to tell you. But there are some things I cannot tell you, as you may not believe me.”
A sudden chill ran up my arms, raising the hairs underneath my jacket. “You’ve been reading too many horror stories.” I nervously chuckled, as she had no idea what I had seen the past few days. Hell, I don’t even know what I’ve seen.
She reached out for my hand. “None of that matters right now, as I’m here with you.”
I nodded and smiled. “Do you like your wine?”
“My Pinot Grigio? Duh, it’s yummy!”
I saw Marshal in the corner of my eye and thought to give the menu a quick glance.
“May I take your order?”
I motioned to Sarah. “Ladies first.”
“I’ll take the Roasted Lamb Chop and Lamb Sausage-medium rare, and the mashed red potatoes, but hold the chives.”
“And for you sir?”
“I’ll order the Double H Butcher’s Cut-medium, with fried okra.” I liked my steak juicy, but not bloody.
“Your orders will be out shortly.”
“Medium rare, huh? I remember when you used to order everything well done,” I teased.
A grin came over Sarah. “Yes, I’ve developed a sense of how a real meal should taste.”
Our meals came out shortly after, and we indulged in luxurious eating while enjoying our fine wine over recanted childhood stories and laughter.
I looked down at my watch. “Oh my, Sarah. It’s 3:30 p.m. and the funeral is at 6:00 p.m. Do you mind if we run upstairs so I can freshen up?”
“Of course not. I probably need to do the same.”
I motioned for the bill and quickly paid. I hated being rushed, but I hated being late even more. Sarah seemed to sense my anxiety, as she hugged my arm as we walked to the elevator.
“What room are we heading to?”
“Thirteenth floor...room 69.”
Chapter 8: Permission
My head started to spin as the elevator quickly ascended.
“Did that Shiraz hit you? You’re looking a bit flushed.” A hint of concern lingered in her voice.
“Just a bit fast for my taste. I wasn’t prepared for Six Flags.” An uneasy feeling came over me. It was a rare occasion to find a hotel that had thirteen or more stories with an elevator button that possessed the numerical value ‘13’.
“Please don’t yack. I have too many fond memories of you, with no intention of being covered by your...”
The elevator came to a sudden stop, tossing both of us towards a side wall. I caught Sarah before she hit the ground, her face frozen with fear. “Old hotel, old elevator,” I giggled, discreetly trying to conceal my own fear. The doors slowly opened. I could see the hairs on the back of Sarah’s neck stand up. She wouldn’t say it, but I could see she was terrified.
I grabbed her hand and led her out into the elevator lobby. As we turned the corner, we entered a long narrow hallway.
“Let’s go ask for another room. This is starting to give me the heebie jeebies.”
“Are you afraid?” I teased. “I’ve never seen you afraid of anything spooky, including our moonlit strolls through cemeteries.”
“I’m not afraid! I just feel uneasy.” She motioned through the hallway. “Where are the other rooms? Where are the doors?”
She did have a point. Thirty paces in and we had not passed a door yet.
“I believe it’s a Presidential Suite. Here we are.” I pulled out the room key and inserted it into the slot.
“Whoa! I’ve never seen anything like this,” she exclaimed.
We walked into what seemed like a mansion. Quickly touring the layout, we found a massive kitchen, a living area decked out with a canvas movie scene and a projector, a study with a wall full of books and a desk, a medium sized bathroom, a guest bedroom with a vintage bed, and finally the master suite.
“What is all of this, Sarah?” I entered the master suite to see all of it’s contents. I saw my two suitcases standing up near a Victoria’s Secret duffel bag. “Was this supposed to stay in the car?” I asked Sarah.
“No. I was hoping I could stay with you for a few days.” She shrugged her shoulders up, as if asking permission to stay. Sarah knew me best, knowing that I would not invade her privacy or ask about any unspoken situations.
“It would be awfully boring with just me, myself and Palmela Handerson.” I answered.
“Wait?! You have a girlfriend?!”
“No.” I held up my left hand. “Palmela” and then held up my right hand “Handerson”.
She busted out in laughter, finally shedding her fears. “You dork!” Sarah made her way to her bag and tossed it on the master bed.
“Uh, your bed is in there, ma’am.”
“Perhaps.” She circled behind me, grabbing my waist and gently tugging me around. “Perhaps we can try out both beds.” She grabbed my tie, as my jacket had been left unbuttoned from lunch, and pulled me into her lips. I didn’t resist. Her orange lips sank deep into mine as she slid her hand down my crotch.
My eyes opened wide. This is it! Finally! I thought, as my pants started to produce a rhythmic twitch.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. Will you make me scream as you tear me apart with your big dick?” Her hand cupped my clothed balls. She reached up and put a finger on my lips. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want you to ruin the surprise.” Sarah started to unbuckle my belt, softly tugging it's looseness through the loops on my suit pants. "Treat me like a naughty girl and spank me." She handed me my belt, as she climbed onto the bed on all fours, her dress covering the flesh on her thighs.
I folded the belt over and reared back, but a slight hesitation came over me.
She turned her head to look at me. "Don't be a pussy. I want you to leave a mark."
I wound up a little further as she turned back to face the wall. The belt came across the back of her thighs with the force of a Major League slugger nailing a homer off of a fastball. Her headed contorted up, as she howled in pain. Sarah glanced back again, this time with dilated pupils-a possible unnerving situation given the recent events. However, my mind wrote it off as adrenaline and excitement. The belt flung around the back of my head and landed hard again in the same place. Her shriek made my cock extra hard and I was ready to make her sweat. She collapsed on the bed, sprawled out and whimpering. As I climbed onto the bed, she rolled to her side.
"Thank you for releasing me. I will give myself fully to you under the Blood Moon tonight."
I wiped some blood from her lower lip, as she must have bitten herself on the second spanking.
"I suppose we should head out,” I replied.
Chapter 9: He Ran
Sarah and I exchange glances of uncertainty, while the elevator descended smoothly to the lobby. An audible chime pinged while the doors opened. I held my arm out to the side. “May I?”
Sarah glanced up with a smirk. “Of course, sir.”
We made our way to the valet desk. “How is your visit so far, sir?”
“It’s been interesting, honestly. That elevator tends to ascend rather rapidly.”
He chuckled. “Yes sir. It always takes our guests by surprise, though the inspectors manage to pass the inspection year after year. Sir, I know you’re here to pick up your vehicle, but may I interest you in our complimentary limousine service? You are our VIP guest with your extended stay in our Presidential Suite. The driver will take you wherever you need to be.”
I looked at Sarah. “Yes sir, my lady and I would enjoy that.”
“Yes sir. If you could provide me with your destination, I’ll dispatch our driver for your immediate pickup.”
“Mount Olivet Funeral Home and Cemetery.”
“Yes sir.”
Within ten minutes, a dazzling limousine pulled up and the valet quickly ran to the rear passenger door for Sarah. “My condolences, Mr. White.”
“Thank you. What time does your shift end tonight?”
“I’ll be off at 7 P.M., though you may see me later. The hotel is holding a soirée, and has invited several notable and influential guests.”
“Oh? What’s the occasion?”
“The Blood Moon.”
“Ha! Thanks! Sarah, did you bring your formal attire?”
“A lady such as myself will always have formal attire at her fingertips.”
I nodded as I followed into the seat as Sarah slid over.
“One more thing. Mr. White. I don’t know if you believe in the supernatural, but Mount Olivet has many stories that involve hauntings. With it being Friday the 13th and the Blood Moon, I’d make sure not to wander too far by yourselves in that cemetery.”
I closed the door and the driver’s privacy window came down.
“Mister Preston O’ Donoghue at your service. Mount Olivet Cemetery, correct?
“Yes sir.”
“Well Mr. White, that is just around the corner here. However, we are leaving in the midst of rush hour traffic. Our estimated drive time is twenty-five minutes. Feel free to help yourselves to either water in the arm consoles beneath the passenger windows or the whiskey and chilled glasses in the center wet bar. Do you have any questions before I raise the privacy glass?”
“No sir.”
“Very well, Mr. White. I’ll tap on the glass when we are five minutes out.”
As the privacy glass rolled up, Sarah leaned into my ear.
“We’ve got twenty minutes,” she whispered, “to do whatever we want to do.” A soft kiss landed on my neck.
“Yes. However, you told me that you wouldn’t give yourself to me until we’re under the Blood Moon.”
Sarah slid over to the driver’s side bench and placed the heels of her strappy sandals on the wet bar. She spread her legs, exposing a sexy black lace cheeky.
“Drink from my well.” Sarah parted and pulled her dress up just above her panty line.
There was no need for her to ask twice, as I enjoyed “all you could eat” buffets. I scooted off the seat and crawled to her spread treasure. Reaching up, I tugged on the sides of her panties.
“No, with your teeth, like you said,” she said, pushing my hands away.
With my head now between her legs, I lowered my lips and teeth into position to remove her under garment. Little by little, her panties shifted, exposing her bald kitty. She slipped her thumbs underneath each side to help with its removal. Sticky strands of cum pulled away from her panties on the final tug. My tongue had already found its way to the bottom of her ripe, forbidden fruit. Slowly, I licked in an upward motion, collecting her nectar on my tongue toTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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