1. The Humiliation of Jane part 7


    Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: dlantis20k, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    She was unimpressed by it. The hotel room was small and Spartan. There was a TV/radio with a cable box hooked up to it. The cardboard flap on top of the box displayed times for porno movies and how to access them. “Why didn’t you take me to your house?” she asked him as he put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door. “Why here?” “I’d rather not say,” was his reply. “So I wouldn’t have to see what kind of a hell-hole you really live in?” she asked snidely. “That’s one interpretation..” he said. “Besides, we can be as noisy as we want to be.. and we won’t get much sl**p tonight, that’s for certain.” Then it occurred to Jane that perhaps she was taking it the wrong way. He WANTS her to feel humiliated by it all. What if she gave him what he wanted? She tossed her purse on the table and kicked off her shoes. “So what now, Dave? I strip, I suck, I fuck.. you cum in my mouth, my ass, in me, on me, around me.. I play with myself, you play with me, you make me play with you... what’s left for you to do to me that’s so humiliating?” She unbuttoned her blouse. “I mean, I’ve fucked maybe fifty guys since I’ve been home. My pussy is so wide I could park your car in it! My ass is so big it whistles if the wind blows just right! What’s left? Huh?” She stood there, with her shirt unbuttoned, her bra-encased tits visible. Dave St. James simply stood there with a clueless look that Jane remembered well—she FINALLY regained control over the situation. He didn’t know how to respond to her ...
    boldness! Then he grinned. “Take it all off,” he said. She sighed. “Oh, OK..” She removed her open shirt, then the miniskirt, the stockings, the garter belt, then finally her bra and panties. All as nonchalantly as though she were in her own bedroom. “There!” she exclaimed as she rubbed her breasts. “See? What now?” “Now step outside.” “WHAT??” she exclaimed as she started to head to the door. “Fuck the hell out of first guy you see after you open the door, no matter who he is. Fuck him like you never fucked anyone before.” She got nervous as she reached for the doorknob. Showing up someone like Dave was one thing.. but now her biggest fear—going out stark naked and fucking the first guy she saw—could very well come true. She had visions of having to fuck the butt-ugly cab driver they saw as they arrived, or the police officers who were running radar checks. “Please,” she said as her hand shook on the doorknob, “don’t make me do this..” “Close your eyes,” he said. She did, at the same time her hand turned the doorknob and opened the door. She started to walk out naked into the open parking lot. What sort of trouble was she going to get into? PLEASE, she thought to herself, let him stop this before it goes too far! “Turn around and open your eyes.” She did, seeing Dave stand there in the room. Instantly she bolted back inside and went straight for the zipper of his pants. “Oh god,” she mumbled as she reached in for his cock, “I thought you were really going to do it!” She hungrily ...