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

    room. “If she performs, yeah, I’ll square it.” The tall one now looked me over. “She looks like she’s got the body, I’ll give you that.” I was trying to dump my clothes from my handcuffs, so I could get some help, and wanted to speak up. “Please... I need help, first…” was all I got out, before the tall one had simply reached out and clipped the leash to my collar. “”Help, Bitch?” the tall one smirked. “Oh you are goan’ need help when we’d done. Help walkin’!” His friend laughed at the crude joke, and just kept looking at me. I had shed the clothes, and was now just possessing my caftan, collar, heels and handcuffs. I didn’t have a shred of anything else on me. I looked to Ben, my eyes pleading, and confused. “Go with them, slut. And take care of them. Do a good job and everything will be righteous. But don’t fuckin’ say no!” His eyes were serious, and I was still confused. The look on my face was obvious, as the sloppy guy spoke for the first time. “I hear you like makin’ babies, bitch. We gonna’ find out how much!” The big man simply tugged on the leash and said “Let’s go. Time’s wastin’” and he opened the door, leading ...
    my out. I didn’t want to go, and I hesitated, only to be given a sharp tug on my leash, making me stumble forward. My first instinct was to reach out, to protect myself from falling, but the handcuffs stopped me, and only a lucky step of my heel kept me upright. But the caftan revealed me, floating and flying as I was jerked, and the other black guy saw the whole picture from behind. “Hey, she’s cuffed! She’s already wantin’ this!” he laughed again, and I cringed at how much noise they were making and what they were saying about me. It wasn’t quite 5:00 am, but the sky was beginning to lighten, and some travelers would be waking soon, if not already. They led me out to the side parking lot, and the big guy had a motorcycle. There was a beat-up Honda next to it. The big man kicked the Harley to life, and was leaving, as I was put into the passenger seat of the Honda, the leash looped over the passenger grip above the door sill. Tied off, it prevented me from escaping. I was effectively loaned out... or traded, or maybe pimped? I didn’t know, but I was afraid of one thing. It was about to get rough, for the next 24 hours….
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