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Hotel ch.5
🕑 Added 2024-05-29 15:22:50 +0000 UTC"I accept your apology," Harry said, feeling she needed to hear those words.
"Thank you, Harry. That really lifts a weight off my heart. After what happened, I’ve been stewing over it all day."
"We all have bad days."
"It was more than a bad day," Tracey chuckled. "I messed up, acting like some silly sorority girl who got drunk on peach schnapps for the first time at a freshman party."
"That's an oddly specific example."
"Don't ask," she said, smiling slyly.
They sat in comfortable silence, both gazing at each other with a smile. Despite the awkward situation, the sexual tension between them remained palpable. They both could feel it.
"Can I ask you something?"
"I was named Tracey after my mom's favorite novel character," Tracey said. "Did I guess your question?"
"I mean, that's interesting information, but it's not what I was going to ask."
"Damn, people always ask about my name, so I just guessed. Okay, shoot. What's your question, Harry?"
"Why are you so lonely?"
Tracey's demeanor suddenly shifted. She sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging.
"You remembered that, huh?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "It seemed like the only coherent thing you said to me last night. If I'm prying..."
"No, no. I can answer your question. I guess I owe you that after what I did."
Tracey took a moment to collect her thoughts. Harry waited, hoping he hadn’t overstepped his boundaries. He asked the question only because Tracey looked like she needed to unburden herself.
"I always wanted to be a university professor," Tracey began. "My parents were professors, and I wanted to be like them. So, I studied hard, got my PhD, and wrote a book that gained significant attention in academic circles. That led to an invitation to be a visiting scholar at the University of London."
The Magical University was a private institution that catered to the very wealthy. Harry had passed by it many times but never set foot on campus. The students who attended stayed far away from the clubs where he worked.
"The university pays for my stay at the Star Hotel. Like I said, I'm not rich. This is more luxury than I'm used to, but I enjoy it here."
"I'm glad to hear that. But it doesn't seem to be enough?"
"No, it's not enough. Honestly, coming to the city has been rather disappointing."
Harry said nothing, waiting for her to continue.
"I found that the academic environment, the supposed bastion of knowledge and enlightenment, is nothing more than a pit of vipers," Tracey continued. "The pressure to publish, the constant competition to prove oneself, it’s stifling. And the politics..."
Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
"These so-called intellectuals, these esteemed professors, they revel in tearing each other apart. They build vast empires out of petty grudges and ideological vendettas. It’s a game to them, a sick power game where they care more about their egos than genuine dialogue or exploration."
Tracey's words were a mix of frustration, anger, and bitterness. Her voice trembled with raw emotion.
"As a young woman trying to make my mark in this world, I'm constantly underestimated. I'm dismissed, my ideas trivialized, my contributions ignored. The older men who run the department at my prestigious, progressive university? They see me as nothing more than a curiosity, a dancing monkey meant to perform for donors and alumni."
Her voice dropped to a bitter whisper.
"And my current department chair... he's the worst. He sees my ambition, my talent, and uses it against me. He promises me a lecturer position, but only if I open my legs for him. He wants me to trade my dignity for a chance at academic success. And I have no one to talk to. Not a friend in sight. That’s why I'm so damn lonely, Harry."
Tracey's eyes sought understanding in Harry's face. Harry knew nothing about academic careers and wasn’t the most educated guy, but he knew how to speak from the heart.
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Tracey. That's really messed up. You deserve better."
"Thanks," she replied quietly. "I appreciate you saying that."
"I mean it. No one should have to deal with that kind of crap."
They sat in silence, both lost in their thoughts.
"You're a good listener, Harry. I'm grateful. And thank you for not taking advantage of me when I was drunk. That means a lot."
"Of course."
"You know what?" she said, clapping her hands together. "Maybe I could take you out for dinner sometime? My treat."
"That sounds nice," Harry agreed, smiling despite the heavy conversation. Their connection felt genuine, and he looked forward to seeing where it might lead.
"Next time you have a night off. Make sure to book it."
"I will," Harry laughed.
He left Tracey's room feeling invigorated and happy. He had dreaded meeting her again, but everything had turned out well. Tracey was a cool person, aside from being incredibly sexy. He looked forward to getting to know her better.
Harry returned to the lobby and finished his shift without further incidents. Just after midnight, as he closed up the reception and retreated to his apartment, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Opening it, he found Bellatrix standing there with a smile on her face and a garment bag in her hand.
"Harry, I brought you the suit I had made for you," she announced, holding out the bag. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and Harry couldn't suppress a thrill of anticipation.
"Thank you, Bellatrix," he said, taking the bag and unpacking it to reveal an impeccably tailored suit. The fabric was rich, navy blue, soft, and luxurious to the touch. It was clear she had put a lot of effort into it.
"Try it on," she instructed.
Harry knew from her last visit that Bellatrix wanted him to undress while she watched. He agreed, removing his cheap jacket and pants. He took his time, allowing Bellatrix to admire his body from every angle as he folded the suit and set it aside, her breathing growing heavier with every inch of skin he revealed, and her eyes narrowing with pleasure.
She's so damn eager, it's incredible. Guys dream of meeting older women like Mrs. Bellatrix Black. Gorgeous, rich, and craving young cock. No more silly college girls or worn-out bar sluts, man. With this cougar, you're moving up the social ladder.
Bellatrix stepped closer and helped Harry into the new suit, her hands roaming over him, checking the fit and ensuring everything was perfect.
"It fits perfectly," she murmured. "I'll order five more suits for you, along with shoes, socks, and shirts."
"Bellatrix, that's amazing," Harry breathed, stunned by her generosity. "But why?"
"Mrs. Longbottom told me how well you handled Tracey last night," she explained, never taking her eyes off him. "You convinced Mrs. Longbottom to stay at the Star Hotel longer. That’s a huge accomplishment, especially for someone so new. You saved an important client relationship. You deserve a reward for that."
Without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of Harry, her intentions clear.
Harry took a deep breath and straightened his back. This was really happening. He knew it would, but he hadn’t expected it so soon. But there she was, his gorgeous boss on her knees, unzipping his pants, looking up at him.
He swiveled his hips as Bellatrix pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang free, standing straight at Bellatrix's grateful face.
"Oh, Harry. You're beautiful," Bellatrix sighed, stroking his stiff cock. She kissed it lightly and cupped his balls, teasing his cock until it quivered and twitched, a drop of precum gleaming at its tip.
Bellatrix never broke eye contact as she licked the precum from his slit, savoring the pure taste on her lips. She kissed the swollen head gently, then more firmly, her soft lips creating heavenly friction that made Harry thrust his hips forward, his cock straining to enter Bellatrix's wet mouth.
A soft giggle escaped Bellatrix's lips as she pulled away, a glistening thread of saliva and precum stretching between her mouth and the tip of Harry's cock.
"Patience, darling. Let me savor this. I promise I'll finish you off just the way you need once I've had my fill of pleasure."
The feeling of her lips enveloping him was electrifying, sending shivers up Harry's spine as her tongue danced expertly around his length.
Harry's fingers tangled in her hair, urging her on as the pleasure built within him. She took him into her throat with ease, then playfully licked his frenulum, making him wince and moan in delight.
"Damn, you're good at this," Harry gasped.
"I've been sucking cock longer than you've been alive, darling. When you love dick, you never get enough."
Bellatrix bent to her task, lovingly sucking Harry's aching tool, massaging his balls, and slipping her other hand under her dress to rub her clit while she sucked. She brought him to the brink, then pulled back, all the while working her pussy until her eyes closed and an orgasm washed over her.
The eroticism of the moment threatened to overwhelm Harry, their mutual lust driving him until he reached the point of no return.
"I'm about to come," he grunted, expecting the older woman to pull away. Instead, she sucked harder and took him deeper.
Harry's climax hit him like a tsunami. He unloaded his hot seed down her throat, gripping her hair in his fists as she drained him, sucking out every drop he gave her.
With a final spasm in his balls, Harry's body relaxed, waves of bliss radiating through him. Bellatrix held his cock in her mouth, massaging his balls to ensure they were emptied. Slowly, she released his penis from her lips, watching as it drooled and dripped onto the apartment floor.
"Mmm," she sighed. "Good cock."
She wiped the remaining drops of cum from the corners of her mouth and licked her fingers clean, while Harry stood above her, panting and trying to calm his racing heart.
Bellatrix reached out a hand, and Harry helped her up.
"I'll take your old suit to the trash," she said. "You won't be needing it anymore."
Gathering his old clothes, Bellatrix headed for the door. Harry watched her leave, still dazed by what had just happened.
"Goodnight, Harry."
"Goodnight, Bellatrix."
She threw him a mischievous smile from the door, then disappeared. Harry ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. Everything was happening so fast. He knew that whatever lay ahead, his time at the Star Hotel was not going to be ordinary.
