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I couldn’t even explain it fully to myself, or rationlize how I was feeling, but something told me that he was different, that this encounter would turn out to be more than just a sexual rendezvous. My mind retreated into fantasy, imagining a tall, dark, stranger, overpowering me, but kissing me gently even as he punished me with his throbbing manhood. The fantasies got the better of me, and my hand crept down to feel the pulsating bulge beneath my thin panties. My face flushed, and I nearly collapsed on the couch to pleasure myself, when I remembered that this sultry stranger was still expecting me. I snapped out of my daydream and retreated to the bedroom…
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I stood in the bathroom, checking my outfit in the mirror. They had provided all of the clothing for me. A short, tattered blue jean miniskirt and pink crop top. I look like a truck stop whore. The one thing they had not given me was underwear, leaving my cock and balls visible below the edge of the skirt. I shook my hips back and forth, allowing them to slap against my thighs. I loved that feeling. It reminded me of the immense power that hung between my legs. I could be the giver or the recipient, the cock or the hole. My thoughts excited me, causing my limp package to expand and press against the jean fabric.
As I checked my phone, I realized that I was running late. I quickly gathered up my things, turned off the light, and walked down the hallway to the first door on the left. There was an old, dingy mattress lying on the floor, but the room was otherwise empty. It looked out of place in such a luxurious house. I closed the door behind me, leaving my purse and clothes in a pile in the corner. The mattress was stained and the springs poked into my back, but I lied there and waited. I had specific instructions, and I was being paid far too much to deviate from the arrangement, even in the slightest way.
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Just when I was ready to give up on him, the bathroom door opened and he entered the room. He was wearing a full leather suit with the mouth zipped shut. As he stood there looking at me through the small eyeholes, I could feel my bulge growing, and it looked as if my purse was rising off my lap on its own. He walked over to a bag sitting by the bed and pulled out a pad and paper. He scribbled something down before handing it to me.
I WILL NOT SPEAK FROM THIS POINT FORWARD. PLEASE RETRIEVE THE FIST FROM MY BAG AND DO AS YOU WISH.
I scanned his messy writing and smiled. As I set down the note, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours. I gripped the large, black fist tightly, feeling it become an extension of me as I looked down at him. His white skin clashed with the shiny black leather. He arched his back and presented his ass to me. He was mine for the taking.
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