1. What the Hell Am I Doing? Ch. 6


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    car… I’ll go get it.” I replied. “Don’t be long, woman. You leave soon. I’m gonna’ grab a shower.” And as I exited the room, wearing the first shoes I could reach, strappy stiletto heeled sandals, my caftan, and a smile, I heard the shower start. I shut the door, and just the split second it latched, I had that other ‘oh shit’ moment. I didn’t have my room key! I decided first things first and so I went and got my collar. I used the hide-a-key under the bumper, and popped the trunk open, having to bend over a bit as I searched for it. I heard one car drive by behind me, slowly, and no other sounds, but I am positive that my butt and modesty were showing, as the hemline wasn’t long enough to cover me when I bent over as I was. Score one for some stranger who got an eye-full! It did sort of turn me on, though, showing myself like that. I liked being a tease, and teasing I certainly was. I took the time, as I was bent over, to lift collar to my neck, and slide it around under the caftan, and I clicked it shut, locking it. There were three keys in existence. Ben had one, I had one on my car key ring, and I had one stashed in my jewelry box at home. OK...back to the room, and finish getting ready. I knocked on the door, but Ben was still in the shower. I waited for maybe five minutes or more. I had to take stock. The clock was ticking. Going to the front counter again? I knew I had already pushed my luck with the hotel. I didn’t want to get asked to vacate. So that left me with ...
    only one option. Juan. God I hated that man… but now he was my only option. And I knew I needed to see him, since I needed my clothes back. I rolled my eyes, and uttered a soft grunt. Fate seemed against me. So I resigned myself to whatever I was about to be subjected to, knowing it couldn’t be any worse than what I’d experienced the night before. I softly knocked on Juan’s door. It took a minute or two, and then he awoke, answering the door in a wife-beater tank-top, and silk boxers. His hair was a fright, his face needed a shave, and he needed a shower. My nose detected the scent of the sex from his body from last night. “What?” he fairly growled. “I need my clothes…” I replied matter-of-factly. “May I have them? Please?” He looked me up and down, and the contrast between us was complete. I was prettied up, clean, and smelled of vanilla and citrus perfume. He was everything but. However, he did flick on the light, and let me in. I saw my clothes wadded up on the small desk, and immediately went to reach for them. In reaching for them, the hem of my caftan lifted, and from the side, anyone looking might have been able to tell I was naked underneath. He snapped his hand out, and grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “What?” I asked him, looking somewhat surprised. “You have to earn these… and we’re gonna’ play a game for them.” I rolled my eyes and groaned. “Look... enough of this bullshit, Juan… I need to get back.” I replied, testily. “This is a five-minute game… and if you win, you ...
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