I woke up from the soft, loud knocks coming from my bedroom’s door. I then turned my head, seeing the alarm clock that was placed on the nightstand. It read 6 AM. I groaned, stretching my arms and legs in bed. After getting myself together, I got off my warm sheets and headed towards the door.
As expected of opening the door, dad stood outside with an excited expression plastered on his face. “Son,” he greeted me cheerfully, “it is time for your date with Claire.” I felt my heart skip a beat, feeling butterflies in my stomach from being reminded about the date, “are you ready Adam?”
“Yeah, sure,” I answered nonchalantly, still feeling nervous and anxious about going on a date with someone that I am unsure of sharing the same feelings with her. “Good,” he smiled, “then lets get started,” I followed behind him, heading down the stairs of our home to the family room, where a well-dressed mannequin waited for us in the corner, wearing an elegant black dress, looking at me curiously.
“A mannequin? Let me guess, you want me to wear that?” I asked, gesturing toward the mannequin. Dad nodded with a smile, “that is correct, son,” he told me before I sat on the couch. “Do we really need this much of a preparation for just a date?” I questioned, curious about why he would make such a big deal out of it.
He pat my shoulder in reassurance, “we have been waiting for quite some time now for the perfect person, which is you, to come into your life,” he assured me, “you are special, Adam,” he added, “and so far, this girl, Claire might be the one that will make you happy.” I was speechless, staring blankly at dad as he continued talking, “I know you are unsure now, but there is no harm in trying,” he said, giving me a warm smile.
Perhaps he is right in that assumption, I thought, I should try. After all, what do I got to lose? But I am not sure if I still feel the same way about me, I concluded with my inner thoughts.
“Alright, I will wear that suit the mannequin is wearing,” I finally agreed after thinking things through. “That is good,” he said, smiling, “because it looks cool on you.”
With the date set up and ready, I took the fancy suit from the mannequin and headed upstairs to change, while dad patiently sat back down on the couch for my arrival. “You better hurry son! She will be coming in a couple of minutes!” He shouted at me sternly, causing me to change into my formal attire quickly, putting on the dark gray tuxedo shirt, red tie, white vest, grey pants and black leather shoes.
I continued into my bathroom where I could brush my teeth and freshen up myself before heading downstairs. The moment I stepped into the family room, the door ringed, announcing Claire’s arrival.
“She is here son,” Dad’s excited voice rang out in the house, prompting me to open the door instead of him. When I opened the door, I saw Claire standing there, looking absolutely stunning in her red dress and lipstick. Her hair was tied neatly behind her head, leaving only strands of hair hanging loosely down onto the sides.
“Hi handsome,” Claire jokingly greeted, making my heart skip a beat. “You look very dashing yourself,” she added as she stared into my eyes, smiling widely with confidence and excitement.
I returned the smile, “same to you, beautiful,” my reply sounded somewhat awkward compared to how smooth and natural I had imagined it to be. It did not help that I was cringing inside due to I was staring at her chests.
Claire giggled, seeing the nervousness and shyness on my face, “do not worry about it,” she assured me, trying to calm my nerves, “you can look as much you want,” she said, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.
My cheeks turned red after the sudden kiss, feeling embarrassed for staring at her chest. But I quickly recovered from my embarrassment and looked away to hide my reddening face. “You ready?” Claire asked, noticing the anxiety in my eyes, forcing me to nod my head affirmatively.
“S-sure,” I replied awkwardly. “Lets go then.”
Before we left, dad’s voice echoed from the house, “enjoy your date son!” He cheerfully exclaimed while waving his hand enthusiastically. After he finished saying those words, the door closed with a loud thud, leaving us alone in the empty driveway.
“Where is your car?” I politely inquired.
Claire pointed towards the left side of my house where her sports car was parked. “Right there,” she answered, smiling brightly at me. “Come on, let us start our date,” she added with excitement in her voice as she walked ahead of me.
I followed behind her as we made our way along the sidewalk until reaching her vehicle. She opened the passenger door for me before getting into the driver’s seat herself.
She starts the engine, turning it over ease, causing the car to rattle loudly, putting it out onto the road. I sat down on the comfortable leather seats and adjusted myself, making sure everything was in place while Claire started driving off, heading towards the highway.
The starry night sky shined brightly above us, speeding up the long stretch of highway. It felt surreal being with someone other than someone from my family. I had been so busy with work that even going out to eat with friends feels like an ordeal.
After driving for some time, Claire pulled over at the parking lot of a love hotel. “Here we are,” she says, the building illuminated by bright white lights, illuminating our faces and silhouettes against its black walls. The interior is well maintained, but the furniture looks worn out. I can tell it has not been used much other than large visible pink logo sign on the roof that labels, ‘Love Hotel’ in bold neon letters.
“I thought we were going to the theater?” I asked curiously, staring at the old and dusty movie posters lining the walls. Claire’s face turned nervous from hearing my question, “there is television if we stay in a room for the night.”
Claire points towards the entrance door with her thumb while saying, “we have to go inside anyway. We will be able to see movies there,” she adds, trying to sound cheerful.
Love hotels, I know where she is going now. Claire thinks we will engaged in sexual activities after coming here. I shake my head at the idea, making it feel uncomfortable just thinking about it. But having sex with someone that I know should be better than doing it with a stranger, right? This is the only option available for me to do something normal and intimate, to experience something that would make me forget all the pain and suffering I endured from before. I am still unsure whether this will help though as Claire might think I am forcing myself into it.
However, I do not want to disappoint her in this date, to show how much I appreciate what she did for me and try to get close to her more. Although, when she mentioned watching movies, I was hoping we could watch a good one together instead of some porno flick like most love hotels have.
“Alright, come on then,” I answered back with reluctance but followed Claire nonetheless. She led us through the dark corridor, illuminated by dim yellow lights. The air inside feels stale compared to outside due to being enclosed and stuffy. From the empty distance is lone front desk agent sitting behind his counter, looking bored out of his mind. He looks up at our approach, noticing us walking towards him. “Hello, welcome to this Love Hotel. How may I help you?”
The man greets with a forced smile on his face. I can tell he is trying to hide the fact that he does not really care about his job. I notice there are no other guests around, so I wonder why they even bothered hiring this guy.
Claire stands next to me and asks the same question, “how many available rooms do you have now?” She asked politely while keeping her tone neutral.
“There are four rooms left if you need them,” he answers without any enthusiasm, not bothering to look up from his computer screen.
She turns to me and says, “we will take two.” I nod in agreement, making Claire pull out her credit card to pay for both of us. “Here you go,” she handed her payment to the bored looking clerk, who took it with a disinterested attitude, swiping it at the register.
The clerk stood up, handing the card to her without saying anything else as he turnaround to check on the specific key on the wall, finding the right available room for us. He then hands the key over to her, “room 24 miss, upstairs on the second floor,” he tells her. She takes the keys with an awkward smile as he nonchalantly goes back to his computer, looking away again.
Claire nods at me and we leave the lobby, using the public stairs instead of the elevator. It is a short way to the top but Claire enjoying the climb, especially since the air inside is warm and refreshing compared to outside. As soon as we reached the second floor, Claire suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling me along.
I cannot help but blush again and follow her lead, knowing that this date might actually end up being romantic or something like that. We walk through the hallways, passing by many doors until finally reaching our destination. The door is engraved with the number 24, indicating its location.
Without any hesitation, Claire uses the key to open it. She pushes me into the room, closing the door behind us before turning around to face me, “so how do you want to do this?” she asks with a serious tone.
“What do you mean?”
She glances her sides, making sure there is no one around before leaning closer to me, “we are here alone, so what would be your ideal way to spend a day with someone special? Like a normal date or whatever.”
My brows furrowed together, thinking hard about how I could answer that question. “I…thought we were going to watch some movies together?” I ask nervously while scratching the back of my head in embarrassment.
Claire looks at me in surprise, “Yeah, we can but do you want just to enjoy this moment between us first before we watch some movies together?”
I look down, feeling ashamed of myself because all these questions make me feel like an idiot. “Sure, lets have sex,” I say, trying not to sound as nervous as I am.
Claire gasps for air, staring at me with wide eyes, “really?” she asks, confused and shocked. “Yes, why not?” I reply, smirking while crossing my arms across my chest.
Our faces were bright red like tomatoes as we stared each other down with a burning desire in our hearts. I wanted to kiss her, but Claire was acting shy, looking away from me, biting on her lip with slight nervousness. I knew she did not want to do anything more than this, at least not right away.
“Let us get on the bed first…” she said softly. “Okay,” I replied and followed behind her, getting onto the huge mattress that looked very comfortable. The room was decorated in a classy manner, especially since it had its own bathroom and television at the corner. We laid down on top of the covers at opposite sides, they were warmly welcoming to us after being out in the cold for so long.
“Do you want me to…remove your pants first?” she asked with hesitation and a hint of embarrassment. “Y-yeah,” I reply, knowing how awkward this situation is.
“Oh okay then,” she slowly began to unzip my pants, sliding them down to my ankles without any resistance from my side. Her fingers brushed against my inner thighs as she pulled down the waistband, revealing my boxer briefs underneath. She tugged them off me, leaving my exposed throbbing penis.
She giggled at what she saw, “wow, Adam.”
I blushed a deep crimson color, embarrassed by her words, “just get this over already!” I shouted in frustration.
Claire removed her panties, leaving only her red dress on. Then she got up and laid her vagina on my cock, her legs wrapped around me tightly while pressing herself into me. She moaned softly as she felt me penetrate inside of her, our fleshy bodies meshing together and connecting in a way that I never experienced before.
The sensation was incredible, it made me feel like my whole body would explode from pleasure if we kept going. But Claire kept ongoing faster and harder, slamming her hips back and forth with each thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly under the thin fabric of her dress, making my manhood twitch uncontrollably. I could almost see my reflection in the mirror behind us as we have sex, both of us completely naked, covered in sweat from exertion.
“Oh god Adam! It feels great!” Claire screamed out loud, her voice cracking due to her orgasmic bliss. Her pussy contracted around my cock and sent shockwaves through my entire being, making me shudder and spasm. My eyes closed shut and I bit down on my lip hard, holding onto the sheets with white knuckles as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
I felt an immense amount of energy coursing throughout my body, my senses heightened and my mind expanded beyond anything I had ever experienced. It was euphoric, but not quite pleasurable. Instead, it left me with a similar dreadful feeling from somewhere forgotten.
She continued riding me, bouncing her body up and down as her clit rubbed against mine. The pleasure grew stronger and more intense as she continued, driving me to my limit without any warning. Soon enough, my own climax approached, the pressure building up within my shaft until I exploded with a deafening roar.
However, she was not done, Claire continued moving at full speed, shoving herself as deep inside of me as possible, her wetness coating my length like glue. With each thrust, I felt the warm fluid gush out of her pussy and splatter across my stomach, drenching me in her sweet nectar.
“Adam! Please don’t stop!” Claire begged, grinding herself even harder into me. “Fuck me Adam! Make me your bitch!” She cried out loud, her voice echoing through the room.
My breathing became harder and rougher as I struggled to maintain my consciousness. My eyes rolled back in their sockets while my vision went black for a moment before coming back to normal again.
“Yes…yes…YES!” Claire screamed, her body trembling as she came all over my cock.
I felt myself getting close to climax once more, the sensation of pleasure and pain overwhelming my entire being as I tried my best to hold on. But soon enough, my balls tightened up inside of me as I released another massive load of cum into Claire’s womb, shooting it straight down her cervix with each forceful thrust.
Claire moaned loudly as she rode me hard, the sound muffled by the walls of her bedroom. Her eyes closed tightly and her face contorted into a mask of pure ecstasy as she repeatedly came, unable to stop herself from screaming out in orgasmic bliss.
That is enough, something feels wrong. The dreadful feeling is growing inside of me. I cannot keep this up anymore.
“Claire…Claire! Can we stop?” I asked.
She did not respond immediately. Instead, she continued moving her hips around in a circular motion, pushing herself deeper onto my cock. As if trying to push out every last drop of seed within her womb.
“I cannot take much more Adam,” Claire said quietly. “You are going to make me come again.” She moaned as she continued riding me, her thighs slapping against mine with each powerful thrust.
I am getting tired of this, “Claire, please! I am begging you!”
The way that she was moaning, it sounded like she was enjoying the hell out of this to the point of losing herself. It made me feel so dirty and depraved, even though there is nothing wrong with what we are doing right now.
“Please…please…” Claire whispered as she began grinding her pelvis into my own, pushing herself harder and faster on top of me.
“Claire! STOP THIS!” I loudly yelled out, struggling to hold myself together while her pussy pushed itself back against my cock repeatedly. My breathing became heavier, the sensations inside of me becoming stronger than ever before as I felt an intense urge for release.
She stared at me, her lustful gaze burning through my soul. But then her eyes widened as realization dawned upon her face. Her hands gripped tightly onto my neck, her nails digging into them. “No! No! I do not want to stop! Oh god! Ahh!! “
I tried to speak but found it hard to breathe, the pressure building up within me until I could no longer take any more. I let out a loud groan as my balls tightened up inside of me once again, shooting another massive load of cum deep into Claire’s womb.
However, the worst part is when I begin to hallucinate and see strange things around me, my vision begins to become blurry from all the semen leaking out of me and splashing onto Claire’s soft skin. The images are vague at best, but I am able to sense that something is wrong in the background.
As the semen covered her whole body, the appearance shifted into someone I wish that I had never have thought I would see. A person that I never wanted to be reminded of, person that is Lilith herself.
Seeing Lilith riding on me even though it was merely hallucination I am having, had given me pure terror and anxiety because she looked just like how I remember her in the nightmares of my past as I screamed out in fear at the top of my lungs while she kept on continuing with a wicked smile on her lips. The more I screamed, the louder and distorted of my surroundings became until finally, I lost control and blacked out completely.
Only the hearing faint sounds of Claire’s voice calling my name.
