My divorce had just been finalized and I was trying to adjust to working full-time and raising two kids on my own. It had been an especially rough three weeks. I had just been hired to manage a strip club, which I knew nothing about, and between dealing with a thieving bartender, a group of not-too-intelligent strippers, and patrons who still didn't know the meaning of the word no, I was more than ready for a drink. I chose to come to a hotel so I could rent a room and not have to try to drive home, since the kids were at their father's for the weekend, and this hotel was just down the street from my house. Although I had fantasized about him on more than a few occasions, never did I think I would actually meet him, let alone end up in bed with him.
I was waiting for an elevator, the same one I'm standing infront of now, when he walked up next to me and pressed the button. I had been a fan of Mark Calaway's for a few years and knew enough about him to know that he liked his privacy, and I had every intention of treating him like I would anyone else. Still I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. His jeans hugged his hips, butt, and legs perfectly, his white Harley-Davidson tee shirt fit him like a second skin, his hair hung down from beneath one of his own baseball caps, and a pair of dark sunglasses hung over the collar of his shirt. He was so much bigger than he looked on TV, and more beautiful. Damn he was beautiful!
I watched as his lips curved into a slight smile and, realizing that I was staring, quickly turned away, my face burning with embarrassment. Finally, the elevator doors opened and I quickly stepped inside and pushed the button, intent on getting away from him before I humiliated myself any more than I already had. My heart pounded as I watched him step into the car and reach infront of me to press one of the buttons.
The ride to the third floor seemed to take forever, and I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. Never had a man intimidated me or turned me on more than he did, and he had yet to speak to me, which was probably for the best. If I had heard that voice, I would have been in a puddle at his feet.
As the doors silently slid open, I stepped out of the elevator and hurried down the hall to my room, cursing myself for acting like a love-struck school girl. I could have at least said hello. It's not like the man would have ignored me, or bitten my head off for speaking to him. Who knows, he may have even started a conversation. Sighing heavily, I opened the door and stepped into my room. Without turning around, I pushed the door closed as I turned on the light.
Just then, I felt a heavy breeze on my back and heard the door crash into the wall. What I saw when I turned around took my breath away. Mark was stalking toward me. The look in his green eyes was that of a large predatory cat, and I was his prey. I instinctively backed away from him as he advanced on me, but I didn't get very far. He reached out with lightening speed and caught me by the throat, holding me there in a firm yet painless grip, as he shook his head no. His eyes darkened as he appraised my body through the thin cotton dress I had on. Now, I don't consider myself to be a beautiful woman, although I have been told that a few times, and my body, although thin, is far from perfect, like the women, I'm sure, he's use to being with. He licked his lips as his eyes made their way back to mine and a wicked grin spread across his sensual lips, like the ones he wore when he was planning something evil to do to his opponents backstage.
His grip tightened slightly as he turned me and forced me back against the wall. With his free hand, he reached up and grabbed the front of my dress and pulled, tearing the fabric easily and tossed the dress aside, then did the same with my bra and panties. I gasped as the lace cut into my flesh and my eyes watered, and seeing this, he smiled satisfactorily. I knew then exactly what his intentions were.
His eyes traveled down my body again and I could see his hunger rising. He hesitated for a moment, searching my eyes, as if he were either silently asking my permission to continue, or having second thoughts about the entire thing. He didn't do anything for a moment, giving me the impression that he'd chosen the latter, then without warning he slid his hand between my legs and pushed his fingers between my pink folds. I have to say that the entire experience was really having an affect on me and by this time I was literally dripping wet, which seemed to please him immensely.
Leaning over, he covered my mouth with his in a hard, demanding kiss while his hand continued to move back and forth over my womanhood. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring my recesses with a hunger and urgency like I'd never known. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss as he slid two of his fingers inside me and began thrusting them in and out rhythmically. My hands slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck, wanting to pull him closer, but he would have none of it. Abruptly, he broke the kiss and pulled his fingers out of me, causing me to whimper in protest. I watched anxiously as he stepped away, releasing his hold on my throat, pulled his shirt up over his head, and carelessly tossed it aside.
My hands flew out as he reached for the waistband of his jeans, and he allowed me to unfasten them and pull them down over his hips. I say that he allowed me to, because he had complete control over me from the moment he stepped through the door, and we both knew it. Grasping my shoulders, he shoved me forcefully to my knees and pulled my head forward, pressing my cheek against his sex. Wrapping my hand around him, I opened my mouth and took him in, burying him deep in my throat. I felt his hands in my hair as he thrust in and out of my mouth. The head of his penis hit the back of my throat painfully and I tried to adjust my position, only to have him tighten his grip on my hair and thrust even harder. Placing my hands on his hips, I tried to pull him out, but to no avail, I wasn't going anywhere. Finally I stopped struggling. His thrusts, although just as hard, slowed some as he once again found a comfortable pace.
Abruptly, he pulled out. Had he not been holding me by the hair, I would have fallen forward. Pulling me to my feet, he smirked down at me then threw me across the tiny room and onto the bed then quickly shed the rest of his clothes. I watched appreciatively as he did, and for the first time I actually saw his member. He was so long and thick, it was no wonder my throat was sore. His hand appeared suddenly and he started stroking himself as he slowly made his way to the bed. Before I knew it he was standing on his knees on the foot of the bed watching me, and coming closer. Then he launched himself at me.
He landed on top of me, knocking the wind out of me, and took my wrists in his hands. Pulling my hands up over my head, he held them down with one hand and grabbed my breast with the other, kneading it painfully. I squirmed beneath him, trying to ease some of the pressure he was applying, but this only made him work on me harder. It felt as though he would rip my breast off my body and I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. Lowering his mouth to my other breast, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I cried out as he bit down hard and started rolling it between his sharp teeth. I struggled to free my hands, but this only made him tighten his grip, damn near cutting off the circulation. I closed my eyes as the pain and pleasure flowed through me, filling me with a desire I'd never had before.
Releasing my breasts, he covered my body with his and brought his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting at my skin while his hand pulled my leg up so that my calf rested on his hip. I moaned softly at the feel of his hot breath and soft lips on my skin then screamed in pain as he bit down hard on the side of my neck. Growling softly, he licked the blood from the wound and lathed it briefly as if to seal it somehow, before returning his lips to my mouth. His kiss was anything but gentle, and I found myself getting lost in it. I donít remember him letting go of my wrists, but he must have because my fingers buried themselves in his damp auburn locks. Just as I turned my head to deepen the kiss, he pulled away and gazed down at me, an evil smile painted on his swollen lips, and cruel intentions gleaming in his eyes.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, completely filling me up, and began driving himself into me relentlessly. His size alone was enough to nearly split me into, but combine that with his strength and the sheer power of his body, and it was nearly more than I could take. Leaning back, he took my hips in his hands, and pulled me into him as he pushed forward, filling my body with pleasure as well as pain. His grunts filled the room along with my screams as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, losing himself in the moment. Grabbing his thighs, I held on tightly, my fingers digging into his flesh as I exploded, my juices covering him and spilling out onto the bed.
He stopped moving suddenly, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was ready to come and struggling to gain control. After a moment he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. His grip was tight as he grabbed my hips and lifted me up. His hands slid down to my thighs, spreading them wider and leaving me open to his gaze. I rose up so that I was standing on all fours ready for him to take me this way then felt his large hand between my shoulders pushing me back down. His hand glided down the length of my spine and over my buttocks, his thumbs slipping between my cheeks and over my anus to my center. His penis replaced his thumbs, pressing slightly against one hole, then the other, teasing both back and forth until I felt as though I would explode. The next time I felt him press against my vagina, I leaned back into it. He pulled away and slapped me firmly on the ass then pressed his sex against my anus again and paused. I waited, expecting him to pull away again, which he did, but only for a second. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed as he shoved his length into my small hole. The pressure was unbelievable, the pleasure unexpected as thrust into me again and again. His hands were on my hips again, holding me in place as he took his pleasure then slowly made their way around to my aching center. He slid his finger inside me, then another, and then a third, and began moving in rhythm with his hips while, with his free hand, he rubbed my throbbing clitoris. The pleasure was unbearable and I found myself begging "Please..." although for what, I didn't know. His hands and hips moved faster as my body began to tremble. My muscles tightened around his fingers as I exploded again, my juices covering his fingers and hand. He continued thrusting his hips while he pulled his fingers out of me and leaned over, his chest resting against my back, and brought his hand to my mouth. Forcing my lips apart, he shoved his fingers into my mouth. I could taste myself on him and unwittingly moaned as I sucked them. Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he gripped my jaw and turned my face toward him, capturing my mouth with his. He moaned as he tasted the residue of my juices on my tongue then brought his hand up and proceeded to lick his fingers clean, then kissed me again, again sharing my essence.
He pushed himself up off of me and leaned back. Placing his hands again on my ass, he caressed it gently, then reared back and smacked it hard several times. The spanking left my butt bright red and very sore, and I enjoyed it completely. Taking hold of my hips, he pulled himself out of my rectum and drove it deep into my swollen center, eliciting more screams from me. My body was so sensitive, my passage so slick with juices, that my orgasm came almost immediately.
His fingers dug into my flesh as he slammed into me, his grunts filling the room. I tried unsuccessfully to pull forward off of him so I could roll over onto my back, and just as I anticipated, he stopped me. Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled back, forcing me to my hands and knees, and leaned over me again, holding his weight on his left arm, then instead of releasing his hold on my throat, he tightened his grip. He loosened his fingers enough to let me take a breath then closed them again. Another orgasm racked my body. I could feel his body tense up, ready for release, but he didn't allow it.
Pulling out, he flipped me over and took his position over me, covering my body with his. Sweat trickled down his forehead and dampened his hair, making him look as primitive as his grunts made him sound. I moaned as he buried himself inside me again. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close as he started moving. I could already feel another orgasm building. My arms went around his back and my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper as he quickened the pace. The sound of his moans and the feel of his skin against mine sent shivers racing down my spine. My legs tightened around his waist and my fingernails dug into his back as I exploded into a million pieces around him. He growled as he picked up the pace, thrusting into me savagely until he exploded, roaring his release in a most primitive way. His body stiffened for several moments as his seed spilled deep inside my willing body.
I savored these few moments, holding him close to me, knowing that after tonight I would never see him again. The thought was a little saddening but I knew he had a wife he loved to go home to, and I had no room in my life right now for a man. I would be content knowing that he had come to me, and I had satisfied him.
When he finally leaned up, he brushed the hair from my face and kissed my forehead, then rolled off me and climbed out of bed. I watched appreciatively as he dressed. I can't express to you just how beautiful he was, the man could put Adonis to shame. I got up as he put on his shoes, not bothering to cover myself then walked him to the door. When he stepped into the hallway, he stopped, turned to me and leaned over, bringing his mouth to mine. His kiss was passionate, tender, demanding, and gentle, and left me breathless when it ended.
Most people would say that he used me that night, which, I suppose, he did. Some might consider it rape, since he did force himself on me, and I did resist somewhat, while others would agree that he had my consent. All I know is that that was the most incredible experience of my life, and if I had it to do all over again, I would.
The elevator doors slide open, bringing me back to the present. I'm not paying attention as I step through the group of people exiting and turn to press the button. As the doors close, I become aware of the presence of another person and turn to face them. As I look up, way up, I find myself caught once again in the predatorily stare.