1. What the Hell am I Doing? Ch. 5


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    very own porno.” The room was well lit, silhouetting me as I climbed in, highlighting the glop of Juan’s semen that fell from my vagina as I spread my legs to climb over the window sill. I looked down as I heard it, and so did he. His response was a low whistle. “Man, that’s a lot.” Was all he said. I got a look at my rescuer. Tall, thin, and average-looking, he was an older man, perhaps middle-50’s, the typical travelling salesman, I assumed. Suitcase on the stand, rummaged through, and he was only wearing his boxers. Cotton ones, with a cross-hatch pattern. The window closed, and the sheer d****s helped hide me from the outside world, but not from him. I decided to try and hold some dignity, and not cower. I wasn’t bad-looking at all, and he had already seen everything I had to offer, so what was the point? I stood there, as he could not help himself, his eyes looking me over again, only this time, he could see everything plainly. He looked at my necklace. His only words were “Fuck me.” Just as it said on my necklace. Then he started to display what was a growing hard-on. I just sighed, and looked aside. I knew what I had to do next, if he said the words. My Master would insist on it. “Who are you?” he asked in astonishment. “I mean, what kind of woman are you? Do you do this often?” He seemed genuinely confused. Possibly, though, he was interested, I couldn’t tell. But his cock told its own story. His boxers were tented by now, and he was not greatly gifted, just an ...
    average guy, but he was definitely excited, the throbbing of his cock making his boxers jiggle just a little, and since I was checking him out, too, it made me smile, just a little. I replied to him, demurely. “I’m just a woman… one with some different... beliefs, I guess. A woman who believes that men are supposed to be in charge in the home, and not some raging bitch who demands to be served. And I am a submissive… My Master has dominated me, to the point I wear what he wants, and do what he wants. Including wearing this necklace. To you it is a necklace, but to me it is my collar. Between us, it is what makes me what I am. It makes me do what things he wishes me to do.” “Like what things?” He asked innocently. The man wasn’t being a jerk, he was actually curious. “Well, pretty much anything. Get him a drink, wear what pleases him, have sex with him, display myself for others, and pretty much anything he desires. He even approves of my daily outfits to wear.” I left out the part about fucking any guy who asks me to, but I wasn’t going to cross that bridge. If the guy wanted me to screw him, he’d have to demand it, I wasn’t going to just give it away. He patiently nodded as he listened, then asked more questions. “Are you married? And your master is your husband? Was that man him?” I wasn’t looking forward to answering these. It was going to confuse him, but I did my best, though I noticed his cock was still had full-mast, and a tiny wet-spot was on the end. I had a quick thought, ...