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I love to flirt with men. I dance and sing, knowing he's watching; any guy anywhere, at the market, at the convenience store, or at the video outlet. I'll accidentally rub against them, I love knowing that the simplest move or rub against their cocks no matter how innocent drives them crazy. It also drives me into even more despair due to my sudden lack of physical attention. So, I dance. It makes me happy. In the convenience store today, one had a curiously infectious laugh. I stopped and admired his hazel eyes, crinkled with laughter. His cold weather gear and hat concealed the majority of his physical details; a moustache and tiny beard, neatly trimmed, not a hair revealed from beneath his hat. Tall and burly is probably the best way to describe him. At the register, he chatted pleasantly with the clerk and made his purchase. I stood behind him with my merchandise. I was still humming the tune along with the muzak, continuing to move my hips. He turned to leave, still with that laugh, and said to me, "you certainly do enjoy elevator music." I giggled, replying, "I do what makes me happy; no one else does." In return, his gaze turned quizzical as he continued out of the convenience store. I paid for my purchases, taking a long sip of my coffee. I returned to my car. As I eased into the front seat, I hadn't noticed someone standing to the side of the car. I spoke out, asking forgiveness for opening the door before them. Still humming to myself, I attempted to pull the door closed, but it held fast. I looked to see what was blocking the door when I realized it's being held open. He's there. Still smiling. It's my turn to look quizzical. "I enjoyed your little performance.", he said. I giggled shyly. "Well, like I said, I have to make myself happy, as there is no one else to do it." "No one? But I see your wearing a wedding band." "No one. My husband has not been in good health.", I lied. "So, I make myself happy with the simple things." A genuine chuckle escaped his lips. "I'm sorry, but that was simple. You're lucky you don't get carted off somewhere." I laughed and alluded to having been on medication for quite sometime and harmless to general society. The chat was easy, but the weather was frigid and uncomfortable. I longed to close the door and start the car to get the heat going again. "My name is....Would you be interested in joining me for lunch?", he asked. I hedged towards saying no, when he stated he was just passing through, a pit stop off of the interstate and would like company for his meal. I refused the luncheon, but agreed to a coffee with him as he ate at the local eatery. We quickly warmed ourselves in the restaurant with great steaming mugs of coffee. He ordered a light meal and we talked about the local area and sights to see, where his travels were taking him. A handsome man, tall with beautiful, laughing hazel eyes and his head, shaven cleanly and glowing. I was truly enjoying the conversation and company. He dawdled throughout his meal, I'm sure it was quite cold by now. His questions turned to those about my husband's ill health, expressing empathy. I told him I had lied. That things weren't like they used to be between us. I don't know why, but I felt at ease telling him this. "...., I long for the adventure of living again." He leaned across the table, cupping my chin in his hand and said, "with me, you shall." About to become angered at his brazeness, he moved forward and kissed me tenderly. My anger melted into something I hadn't felt for a long time. A yearning for another human's touch. A desire to be held, kissed. Not another word did he speak. He moved to take my hand in his, placed my jacket over my shoulders and left $20 on the table. He lead and I followed. We returned to the parking lot, leading me to his car, he opened the passenger side of his car door and ushered me in. I sat quietly as he rounded the car and slid into the driver's seat. He told me we were going to a hotel, and I was about to protest, but he placed a warm hand over my mouth to stop the words from flowing out. "No, you deserve this." The engine started and he backed out of the parking spot. I looked at my shoes, nervous yet anxious. My gaze remained at my feet. Not daring to look at him or the world passing by. I felt very unsure of myself at this time. Not knowing how to react. Whether to protest and attempt to squirm my way out of this situation, but there was an electricity flowing I hadn't felt in a very long time. It seemed an eternity as silence enveloped us; he drove the main strip in town. There are a few dives along the road as town is an exit from the interstate, most catering to truckers. It wasn't long before he pulled into another lot and I looked to see where we were. A small, clean motel with a better reputation than others around, I felt strangely relieved. He exited the car and went into the office to register for a room. My mind began racing with thoughts of getting out of the car and walking back towards town. What was I doing? I must be out of my mind! I don't know what kept me silent and planted firmly there in the car, but I did not run. He returned to the car, brandishing a room key as if it were a trophy. Once back in the car he leaned towards me and I returned his gaze. He again kissed me. A deep passionate, kiss with a hint of urgency, longing in its pressure. He said, "I want you to say nothing, I will not hurt you, but you must obey my every command." "Will you do as you are told, no questions asked?" I nodded slowly, keeping my silence. By this time, I was at his mercy. My jeans dampening with the surge of juices from my long neglected box. My nipples were erect and straining to be freed from my brassiere, I shushed the voices in my head telling me how wrong this was. I didn't want to stop this any longer. "Stay here", he commanded. Exiting the car and removing a small overnight bag from the rear seat, he went into the room. I found myself growing impatient. I ground my hips to find the seam in my jeans to rub against my clit. I tried to see what's going on in the room, but the curtains are drawn tight, not the slightest movement could be detected. He returned to the car. Opening the passenger door and taking my hand, he led me from the car to the door of the room. Opening the door to the room, he led me in ahead of him. My eyes scanned the room as quickly and discreetly as I could. His coat and hat were discarded upon a chair next to the door. I could see the bed now as my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room. There, upon the drawn back covers was a set of wrist and ankle restraints, with the straps carefully laid out. On the nightstand I could barely make out the lamp and phone, and something else I couldn't quite make out. I stood right where he left me. The door closed softly and his hands removed my jacket, tossing it upon his own hastily discarded coat. I was cold and a shiver ran down my spine, directly into my pussy. I was not physically cold, but I felt as if I had stepped into someone else's body...not there, not real. His hands purposefully on my shoulders, I could feel his breath on my neck, then a bite at my nape followed with lingering flicks of his tongue along my neck. His hands moved roughly and deliberately around to my breasts, feeling the hardness of my nipples beneath my blouse. I could feel his hardness pressing against the back of my thighs. A gasp escaped me and the next thing I knew, there is a hard, thundering slap across my ass. "I told you, say nothing!" I tried to stifle a cry as tears began to sting my eyes. My head bowed, a tear trickled down my cheek. I was shoved hard and I stumbled to the floor. I tried to recover to my hands and knees, but before I could, I was pushed to my back, looking up into his face. As I lay on the floor, he offered his hand to help me from the floor. I reached up and in one movement, he had moved me from the floor to the end of the bed and had pushed me back, holding my wrists down to the bed above my head. "I told you to say nothing! Do you understand?!" Again, I nodded slowly, looking away from his now angry face. His head lowered to my chest and he bit my left nipple through my blouse. My breath was now becoming deep, heaving . I had never before felt such an electricity flow through my body. Using his knee in my groin, he moved me to the top of the bed, securing my wrists with the restraints. I pulled against them, testing my mobility...he had left no slack and I was bound and trussed. Again, moving to my chest, he bit off the buttons on my blouse, moving the fabric away exposing my brassiere. The brassiere he clasped in his right fist and ripped it away from me. His rough palms ere on my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples so hard. My nipples were so tight and hard. He reached to the nightstand and quickly, deftly applied clips to my nipples. The pain was exquisite! "Do you like this? Are you wet and ready for me to fuck your brains out? You should be punished severely, you got all wet without my permission, look at how wet your pants are." All I could do was nod in agreement. I wanted to thrash about on the bed, grab his cock and shove it into my pussy. "Let me see how wet you are and what you taste like." He undid my jeans and in one swift motion, had them yanked away. My pussy was dripping wet and bared for him to see. I raised my legs to try to pull him to me, he responded by moving away quickly. "You are a bad girl and you're going to have to be punished." Forcing me to roll to my side, he gave me another set of hard, forceful slaps to my ass. I felt like I was on the brink of orgasm as he continued to warm my rump with several more blows. Releasing my legs, he moved away from the bed. I wanted to cry out for him not to stop, my ass glowing bright pink, my pussy tingling. I remained silent, staring into his eyes, wild now with lust. My butt squirmed against the bedsheets, trying to calm the sting from his blows. He walked towards the head of the bed, removing his shirt and unzipping his trousers. Dropping his clothes, he knelt on the bed, his gorgeous thick cock pointing straight into my face. I turned to meet his cock, my mouth wanting to connect, and my tongue wanting to circle the large mushroomed purple head. There was a drop of precum at the slit of his head; it glistened invitingly. He moved his hand to his erection, stroking it and slapping my face repeatedly with his dick. I strained against the wrist cuff, trying to get even just a glancing touch of his thigh without success. "I want you to suck my cock, bitch. I want to ram my cock down your throat." With this, he straddled my chest, pushing his hardness past my lips, long dry from my ragged breath. I tried to move my head side to side to accommodate his girth, but he grabbed my hair and pushed and ground his cock, burying it deep into my face, his balls slapping my chin. His thrusts were not gentle, but hurried and forceful and I struggled to catch my breath between each thrust. My legs now kicking the bed, trying to find some way move myself away from his weight. He slapped me across the face and I was still again. His cock popped out of my mouth, dripping my saliva onto my face. "Ungh, I'm gonna blow my load all over your face, bitch." His hands moving roughly on his cock, his ass moving across my chest, I knew he was about to come. In huge, thick spurts, his cum splashed across my nose and my cheeks. I lapped at the cum on my lips, enjoying the taste of his juices. "Yes, that's my good girl. Eat all of that cum up. I know you're hungry...you should've had lunch." He took a finger and placed more of his cum on the end of my tongue, I suck his fingers into my mouth and clean them completely. "Clean off my cock," he said and I was again, sucking on his cock, slurping every last drop of cum from him. Once happy with my oral cleansing job, he dismounted my chest. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His hands moved to my ankles and restrained them, much the same as my wrists, but with a bit more slack, allowing me to move a bit. His hands moving slowly, he caressed my thighs and I writhed to meet him, trying to push my pussy to his touch. "My bitch is anxious, no?" I made no attempt to answer. He spread my labia, exposing my tiny, hooded clit. Leaning forward, he bitmy swollen pussy lips, chewing as his fingers dance over my clit. I was absolutely flooded then, wanting release like never before. He looked up, grinning with my pussy juices glistening on his face. Thrusting roughly, he forced his digits into my dripping hole. How many fingers? OMG! NO!, His whole fist was inside me, pulling me apart at the seams. I rock to move away, but his grasp on me was tight as ever, holding me in place. There was a guttural growl as he continued to pump his fist deeper and deeper into me. The pain was replaced by a wash of orgasms, my pussy spasming around his fist; gripping as to pull him deeper and deeper into me. I cried out an anguished cry, screaming to be released. He pulled his hand from my cunt, pushing his hand into my mouth. "That's what a good bitches' cum tastes like, wench!" I'm forced to roll to my side and there was a painful slap on my ass with a whipping paddle. A series of blows brought me to tears and sobs, but he did not stop. I began to beg to be released and he stopped abruptly. He forced a small rubber ball into my mouth to silence me. My chest was searing with great heaving sobs. His face again angry and flushed red, he positioned himself over my cunt and pushed the full length of his rock hard cock into me with one sharp thrust. All the while, he was smirking, knowing that with each thrust, I was becoming wetter and my pussy responded. I try to meet his thrusts as best I could with the little mobility I had Primal grunting and his thrusts hard and animalistic, I had never been fucked like this before. I found myself closer to another wash of orgasms, moaning in rhythm to his cock probing my very being. His thumb pressing hard into my clit, I came, over and over, squirting my cum all over his delicious cock. I could feel my cum sliding down the crack of my ass. He raised my hips to him, continuing to pound the living shit out of me. The fingers of one hand found my wet rosebud and he plunged 2 fingers into my ass, pumping in rhythm with his cock. Again, I exploded. Pulling his cock from my well spent pussy, still hard, purple and angry looking; he thrust his cock into my bum in the same manner as he took my pussy. One push, the searing burn of being sodomized, and then the rocking, pulsing thrusts. "Now, my kitten, I shall fill you to the brim with my cum. You will be so full, you'll be able to taste it." Squirming, he grasped my stinging bottom, slamming himself with each thrust, drilling deeper. It seemed to have lasted forever, but with a great final thrust, I could feel his jism filling my backside as he continued to push the full length of his cock into my ass. My anus quivered as it drank in his juice. I moaned as he slipped from my ass and he fell to the bed, completely wasted. He gently uncuffed me and removed the ball from my mouth. "That was quite a good fuck, my kitten." I curled against his sweaty body, wanting to be held in his arms. He chuckled softly as his hand smoothed my hair, caressing my neck. There was no anger in his face now. His features were gentle and caring. I stared into his eyes, and then we probed each other's mouths with our tongues. Cradled in his arms, I drifted off to sleep. I awakened shortly after, finding myself alone in the bed. .... he was clothed and sitting in the chair, watching me. "Thank you, Master.", I managed to softly squeak out. "May I get dressed?" "Yes, and when I return you to your car, you will find something in your pocket you may find you'll be needing." I walked to the bathroom, weak-kneed and wobbly, collecting my clothing from the floor. I splashed cold water on my face, wiping the water away with the washcloth, I looked into the mirror, I see a face tired, but glowing. Did I really allow myself to be dominated completely? My ass was still tingling from my punishment, yes, and Hell if I didn't enjoy it! I was shocked at myself, but invigorated by the adventure. I dressed and checked in the mirror again. Yes, I did enjoy it. I smiled at myself and I began to hum. From the bathroom, I emerged singing softly to myself and doing a little dance. "You really ought to be carted off somewhere," he laughs. "I should hope so. If it were like this, I wouldn't protest at all." After all was said and done and I returned home, all I could think about was my adventure. Undressing for a shower, I found a slip of paper in my jeans pocket with a date in the near future with our room # on it. |
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