Nellie nervously whispers to me, “Chaz, they’re gonna know we’re not married… I don’t have a ring.”
I reply, “You don’t need a ring to be married, Nellie.”
“But it would look better if I had a ring.”
“Calm down, Nellie. As long as the payment for the room goes through, they don’t care if we’re married or not.”
“Are we gonna come out of the room… every so often… so they don’t think we’re… you know?”
“Having sex?”
“Oh, God, shhhh!”
The hotel receptionist says, “Everything is in order. Here’s your room keys, Mr. and Mrs…”
“Oh, we’re not married. We’re just here to fuck.”
{SMACK!}
Okay, that slap hurt… I’ll admit it. Maybe Nervous Nellie should save that for my ass later on…
“WHAT THE FUCK, CHAZ?!?!”
The hotel receptionist is unfazed by my comments, Nellie’s slap, or her response. He just continues with, “Do you need help with your bags?”
“We have it, thanks.”
“Then you two have a great time. If you need anything, we’re just a phone call away.”
Nellie, still upset, asks me, “Why did you tell him that?”
“To prove my point. They don’t care what happens in their rooms, as long as they get paid.”
“He wrote something down, right after you said that… I think he wrote down we’re… not married, and that we’re gonna have… sex.”
If I didn’t love her so much, I would never put up with her forever Nervous Nellie routine. She gets nervous if we use a coupon on the day it expires. Still can’t convince her that’s how it works.
FIVE MINUTES LATER…
We’re in our room, but we’re not alone. There’s a cleaning woman with earbuds in, jamming away to… not sure what song. She’s unaware we’re in the room, much less that we’re watching her work.
I had time to roll our luggage into the hall, take off my jacket, and still had time to watch her for almost a minute or more…
Finally turning around to see us, she dropped her cleaning supplies as she said in a shocked voice, “Oh mon Dieu, je suis désolé ! Je m’en vais,” before picking up her stuff and running out, embarrassed.
No idea what she just said, or even the language. I only took half a semester of Spanish, but that was enough to know she wasn’t speaking that.
Nellie, concerned for the stranger’s well-being, says, “I hope we didn’t scare her too much.”
With the housekeeper gone, I take off my shirt, toss the bed covers aside, and sit Nellie down on the edge of the bed. Next, I pull multiple bundles of rope onto the bed in front of Nellie, who is shocked and embarrassed.
“Wait, what are those for, Chaz? You never said you wanted to tie me up?”
“Nellie, I would love more than anything to tie you up and ravish your helpless body all afternoon, but that’s not what I’m suggesting.”
“Then what are the ropes for?”
“I know you came here today with me, for sex. But I also know how nervous you are about me not stopping if you want me to stop, or things getting out of control in any other way.”
She quietly listens…
“That is why I’ll be the one naked and helpless on the bed, and you’ll be the one completely in charge of everything that happens after.”
Ellie can’t help but smile at my offer, which is perfect, before asking, “You’d do that for me, Chaz?”
“I would be willing to do anything to make your first experience with me the best it can possibly be.”
I ask, “Have you ever tied anyone up before, Nellie?”
“Playing cops and robbers, but that was with yarn and stuff, and nobody was naked.”
“Same game. I’m the robber, who you caught in your room, and tied me up to the bed. Are you ready?”
“So, once you’re all tied up, I can do whatever I want to you? Are you sure about this, Chaz?”
“I’m 100% sure about this, Nellie. I love you, and I want you to be comfortable.”
“Then get on the bed you… naughty robber man…”
I had taken my pants off, and before I could take off my underwear, Nellie stopped me, while also surprising me with the question, “Did you bring an extra pair of underwear?”
“Yes, why?”
“Then leave those on. I’ll take care of them later myself.”
My limbs weren’t fully helpless, and she was already coming out of her shell and playing the game. I’m so happy she’s making the best of this. I did have to give her some guidance with the ropes, and in the end, it turns out she ties a mean knot.
“Try and get loose, Mr. Robber.”
Made the move to Mr. Robber, nice! I give it my honest try, and I can not get loose, much less even get any of the ropes to budge. Wow! She did better than I expected.
Being so busy trying to break free, I don’t notice Nellie stripping until she’s fully naked and asks, “Can’t get loose? Can you?”
Truly a beautiful sight! WOW!
“Guess I’ll go get a pair of scissors now, to make sure you’re not hiding any of my jewerly of stuff in your underwear.”
{KNOCK KNOCK}
A woman’s voice with an accent says, “HOUSEKEEPING.”
“Nellie! You locked the door, right? And put up the sign, right?”
She doesn’t answer. She looks down at her naked body, trying to cover her nipples and pussy with her hands, in multiple ways, before looking at me in a panic!
“OH, NO! What should I do?”
“TELL HER…” FUCK… I CAN TELL HER, “WE’RE BUSY! GO AWAY!”
In the same extreme accent, she replies, “More towels? No problem.”
Turning back to Nellie, I see she’s holding a pillowcase, which I guess is what she’s trying to cover herself with? But I was wrong!
“OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OH, GOD!”
Nellie is having a complete nervous breakdown, “WHAT SHOULD I DO?”
Trying not to escalate, I firmly, while calmly explaining, “Just go lock the door, Nellie… the door… go lock it… now… Nellie… now.”
I wasn’t calm enough, because she pulled the pillowcase over my head before running into the bathroom, starting the shower, and slamming the door! FUCK!
I’m now helplessly bound to the bed, with my heads covered. Unable to get loose or see what’s happening. With the room to our door opening, I didn’t need to see what was happening. I knew exactly what was happening.
“Oh là là !” says the housekeeper. Okay, that one I know. This time I got it. She’s speaking French.
I’d like to say I can’t fucking believe Nellie panicked and closed herself in the bathroom, over just locking our fucking door. But after knowing and now dating her as long as I have, this was pretty much on point.
“Je me demande pourquoi ces ciseaux sont là ? Je sais…”
“Um… excuse me… but do you speak any English?”
“Cut them off?”
“No!”
She doesn’t take no for an answer and starts to very sloppy like cut away my underwear, exposing the very large, and very hard cock, lined up for Nellie. There was no reducing this surprise at this point.
She has the most fantastic-smelling perfume on she wasn’t wearing before. I wouldn’t have been able to ignore it. It’s obviously some French perfume, which she put on just for me. Wow!
“Je joue avec comme un chat.”
No fucking clue what she’s saying before she starts batting my shaft around like a cat! As much as I’m freaked out by this, it’s only making my cock harder by the second. She’s not understanding me, and very much has her own agenda that I can’t stop.
Next comes some type of lotion up and down my whole shaft and balls, which she’s putting on extra heavy. Guess since she’s the one who’s gonna be changing the sheets later, it’s her prerogative to make as big a mess as she wants.
After three hardening strokes, she’s riding me hard and fast. With all of this going on, the lotion that was adding both warmth and tingles to my cock before sliding into her extra wet pussy, I don’t have a chance in hell at not cumming inside this stranger!
Nellie is gonna be pissed, but she can’t blame me! Okay, she can… but she shouldn’t…
She’s pinching the fuck out of my nipples while saying, “Tes tétons sont tellement durs. J’adore pincer des tétons durs.”
In my crude form of French-to-English translation, I’m going with, “Nice nipples.”
And with the hard pinch that she’s not letting go of, and the tightening of her pussy on my shaft, I explode inside her so fucking hard, I start to scream until her hands go over my pillowcase-covered mouth, as her body shudders wildly.
The after-shudders continue until she removes her hands from my mouth, as she slides off my still hard cock, causing me to jerk from the overpleasure of her pussy lips’ final passage over the swollen head.
“OH, GOD!”
I feel the weight of her body leaving the bed, and a second later, the bathroom door opening, and Nellie screaming, “WHAT DID YOU DO? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”
“TJe suis désolé!” Yells the housekeeper as she runs out, and our door slams and locks. Nellie finally locked the door…
The next two hours were fucking horrible! I tried to get her to still have fun with me, and fuck me, tease me, or even punish me, but got nowhere with it. I explained I was helpless and couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening.
The only thing I got was, “It was your idea to be tied up, so anything that happened after that is your fault!”
I gave up trying and switched to suggesting buying her dinner, which she agreed to, but still kept overly quiet. I’m now sitting between the woman I love and a sexy waitress, who’s dressed more like a French maid than a waitress. This isn’t helping!
Trying to be gentlemanly, I offer Nellie, “You can order first.”
She snaps, “Don’t tell me what to do, Chaz.” before turning to the waitress and saying, “Je vais prendre le saumon avec le légume du jour ; est-ce possible de le préparer sans assaisonnement et de servir la sauce à part ?”
I stare in disbelief as she finishes up her order in perfect French, before giving me a smile and a wink!
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