1. What the Hell Am I Doing? - Chapter 1


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    was not long before I was giving him my full attention, and that same night, he was making me full of his. Now, when I came to town, it was time for me to make a transformation. From wearing a grey wollen women’s business suit, to the most revealing slut I could ever imagine, when I opened the door to the hotel lobby, I was His. I asked myself one last time. “What the hell am I doing?” Then I exited my car, locked it with a chirp of the clicker, and made my way in. He was there, greeting me with a leering look as my crème charmeuse blouse shimmered with each step of my bounding breasts, my black heels echoing from the polished marble floor. He did look so very out of place for a four-star establishment, wearing baggy shorts, and a wife-beater t-shirt, with undone high-top sneakers, and a couple of gold chains around his neck. Plus one in his fingers. It was that one which was intended for me. It was thin, but just as real as his own jewelry. I never asked where he got it, out even how, I was actually afraid to know. One of the nice things about upscale hotels is that they know the value of discretion, especially for regular customers. Since I stayed there for three or four days at a stretch, at least once a month, I was a very good guest of the hotel. So when there were certain variances from what many would consider the norm, staff would politely look the other way, as long as the shenanigans weren’t too far out of line. So far, what I was doing was well within bounds. I ...
    walked to him, and for the reader’s sake, I’ll call him Ben, and I looked him squarely in the eyes, and spoke softly. “I am ready…” I let out a sharp breath. “I am yours to enjoy, and will fuck you or whom you want, when you want, and where you want.” It was part of our ritual, it was the beginning of that time where I surrendered myself to Him, and became Ben’s property. I reached up, and collected my shiny brunette hair in my fingers, lifting it up, making a display of placing my hands behind my head, elbows out, and he reached around my neck, fastening the gold chain and trinket around me. The trinket was a charm that said “Fuck Me”, and hung down the plunge of my blouse, to the beginning of my cleavage, a placement sure to catch the eye of men as they oggled me. Preliminaries out of the way, he e****ted me to the front desk, and I checked into the hotel, signing in as “Mr. & Mrs.”, playing the role of his toy, and for a few days, his wife. My own wedding remained in place, more as a symbol of Ben’s dominance, his ability to claim my body, and my mind, and my spirit. But not my heart. I gave Ben just about everything, but I didn’t love him. That I reserved for my husband, and him alone. Taking the room key, we made our way to the far side of the hotel, where we asked for a room on the ground floor, so we could have easier access, and as we were on the parking lot side, not many would be loitering there. We weren’t ten steps down the hall before Ben’s hand was reaching my ...
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