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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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On your knees, my rock hard cock deep inside you, all you could think about is how crazy this all was…what happened?
You didn’t understand the power I would have over you. You were straight, right? You have a girlfriend…a girlfriend who thought you were out with the guys, instead of here in this hotel room, letting an older man make you doll up like a whore and have his way with you.
You let a real man spank you. You let him grope your body through satin and nylon and lace, and forcefully kiss you, smearing your lipstick and fucking you with his tongue.
You live your life as a "straight" man. You're in a position of power at work. But...this is what you crave, isn't it? This is what you desire. This is who you want to be.
The moment you messaged me..telling me you never thought of cock before, but my blog made you so hot..it was clear.
Your protests were weak. You have a girlfriend. You are straight...so straight you let another man put you in high heels. And you know what happens to guys who get put in heels don't you.
You let me dry hump you on the hotel bed, the one that squeaks, remember? Of course you do. Face down, with my weight on yours, my hands pinning your wrists down as I grind my cock into your panty ass and, sucking on your ear and your neck, whispering that I fucking own you now, bitch and making you repeat it.
You think of me holding a leash connected to a collar around your neck. You think about your lips sliding up and down my thick cock. You love the girl name I assigned to you, and you get so excited when I reply to your messages.
You were trapped. You couldn’t help it. Every word made you get that funny feeling in your stomach and weak in the knees. All you did was think of me now, all day. It consumes you. You don't eat or get anything else done. You tell your girlfriend you're not feeling well. You think of meeting me again. Me using you, owning you, putting a collar around your neck. You sat and waited for new messages all day, eager to please me, whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
And the tasks, you balked at every one of them, didn't you? At first. Until you realized how much you craved it. How addicted to it you were. The shaving, the exercising to get a round ass and tone legs, buying sexy clothes and fuck me heels, slutty makeup and fuck me perfume, waiting for the mail and making sure no one else sees you opening the packages. No jacking off, no fucking your girlfriend, wearing her lingerie for me and sending me pics…but you did it. You did all of it, didn't you, faggot?
You did it because all you wanted to do was get that feeling again. You craved it. You lusted for it - to make me happy and because you know I own you and only I can make you feel that way.
Remember the feeling you get when the text message finally comes? The one you've been waiting for like a bitch in heat. You know the one...the one that kept you up all night thinking about it, the one telling you to meet me at the hotel again.
You little cock straining your panties as you think about what will happen, no permission to touch yourself. So frustrated because you had to tell your poor girlfriend you had a headache again.
You know that feeling you get in your stomach when I give you the time and the room number and tell you to be there and to prepare yourself for me. The one that makes you tell a little lie to your girlfriend again. You couldn’t, you said. It was too much...
"Honey...I have to go out again...I'll be home late...don't wait up."
Mmm..hmmm...but here you are again, aren't you,faggot? Another "night out with the guys" with you dolled up in hot pink fuck-me pumps, white bridal lingerie, your hands tied behind you with pantyhose and a real man's cock in your lipstick smeared mouth.
Tell me again what a "real man" you are, princess, with this hard bull cock in your slut mouth. Every inch of my it reinforcing the idea that I own you.
The image of your old life floats out of your head as I fuck your slut mouth while your cell phone rings in the background - it's your girlfriend. Should I answer it and let her listen?
You look at me with doe eyes...and you are moaning, YES SIR, with my cock in your mouth when I ask if you are my girl… |
