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

    it, and I stopped fighting. I gave in to my body, and let it happen, and shortly after, I exploded, trying to pull my hands forward, straining the handcuffs, my hips trying to rotate to get his cock inside me, and my knees trying to widen to let his fat belly closer to me, so I could be impaled. I was defeated. Then I looked at the clock. It was 4:32. Somehow, barely, I had resisted him, just long enough. “Juan! Stop!” I cried out, and took a step back, gasping for air. My caftan fell back into place, and he looked at the clock, his face falling in disappointment. Now I would know the true mettle of this creep. I was vulnerable, and I was trapped. There was absolutely nothing stopping him from r****g me. He looked back at me and smirked. He looked me over again, and then spoke. “You aren’t dressed like this for me. You’ve got some catting around planned. That means someone will be looking for you…” He was reasoning this out as he talked. “Alright, cunt, take your clothes and get out. We both know who won here, in the end. You owe me.” He then reached for my clothes, and started to d**** them over my handcuffed wrists. They fit easily enough under the caftan, but would hang lower, displaying the silky purple satin pants, and the creamy top. “Juan, take these damn things off!” “Can’t…” he laughed. “I found these. I don’t have the key!” “What?” I exclaimed. “You fucker! You tricked me!” He smirked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Who gives a shit? I got what I wanted. I’ve ...
    beaten you twice in less than a day. And I’ll see you next month, where I’ll get to play more games with you again. Get out, slut, I need to sl**p.” He opened the door, and I left, walking a little wobbly on unsteady legs. My head was still a little buzzy, and my body recovering, having been f***ed to climax, and not fall. My heels echoed off of the walls as I walked, my hips swiveling in wide gyrations, and yet the only evidence of that was my soiled pants, dangling from my wrists. On the plus side, I had my room key back, it was in the pocket of my pants. On the downside, however, I couldn’t reach it, so I was still locked out. When I reached the room, I gently kicked the door, and was surprised when it flew open. “Where the fuck you been, slut?” Ben fairly barked at me. “You’re late. Git in here!” “I’m sorry, Ben... I was trying…” and I cut my words off. We weren’t alone. Leaning against the desk was a pair of black men, and they did not look happy. The tallest one was really tall, like basketball-player tall. And dark. I didn’t think men got any darker than Ben, but they did, evidently. He was wearing jeans and a denim vest, with some patches on it. His friend, shorter, and flabby, was about as dark as Ben, with sloppy pants and wearing a similar vest, and dreadlocks. He was eyeing me lecherously, as Ben spoke to the tall guy. “Here, take her.” Ben offered, handing out a leash. “24 hours is the deal. She puts out, and we’re good, right?” There was a lot of tension in the ...
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