shaven pussy,
between my lips, to my clit where I stroked and pinched it between
my fingers. Biting back a sigh, my breath hitched and I pulled my
hand away, making myself wait. It was nearly time to leave for
work.
There was an unexpected side effect to
gaining the body of a twenty year old, one I would have for a very
long time if I didn’t eat like crap and I went to the gym four days
a week, and that was an increased libido. Okay hell, let’s be
honest here, I was fucking horny all the time. On the weekends when
my children were with their father I started going to dance clubs,
but it was still hard to find someone to readily fuck each time so
I began going to different kinds of clubs; sex clubs.
Remembering my time at the clubs, how I would
fuck people or be fucked in private rooms or right on the dance
floor, what it was like to be held up on some stranger’s cock as I
watched other couples in booths fucking and sucking each other, all
had my pussy tingling. It was all I had in me not to masturbate in
the shower imaging all those dicks in me, sometimes more than one,
thrusting and pounding, stretching my flesh. I would have my
release soon enough and it was best if I didn’t waste such a
glorious orgasm—one I felt building on thought alone—all by
myself.
Rinsing my hair I felt the need to hurry
along so I could get to work faster. The part of my life that my
neighbors didn’t know about me, my ex wasn’t privy to, even my
children didn’t know, was that I didn’t go away to some fantastic
job in the city as a secretary/personal assistant like I said I
did. My job was very different than that. It was still in the city,
still fantastic, and paid better than any other job I could get,
but I didn’t come by it the normal way.
The water trickled off as I turned the knob
and opened the glass enclosure entering the fog shrouded room.
Grabbing one of the plush towels hanging near the glassed in shower
I bent to wrap it around my hair, the tight pulling sensation
flashed an image in my mind of me wrapping my body in latex for the
first time. A second towel went around my body as I breathed in the
moist air of the bathroom, calming myself so I could prepare for my
fake job. I left the house each day dressed as I should be for the
job everyone thought I had; there was no way I could leave in what
my real job required.
Where I really worked was presented to me
while in a sex club. I was told it was a place like no other, one
where I could be what I wanted be and do what I wanted to do and be
paid very large sums of money for it. When my random sex partner
offered me the position I thought the name of the company on the
small black card with silver grey writing would be Heaven, or
Fantasy Island, but instead it was a place called Grautönen; a
German word I later learned meant “shades of gray.”
Chapter 2
“You fucking shit, worthless pig. Beg for
it!” The sound of leather hitting flesh rang through my ears to
trail down my body and pull at my core.
“Please Mistress.” The welt on Walter’s cheek
moved as he spoke and was as ruby as his nose.
Snot ran down from it and over his lips to
drip off his chin. The blindfold that was tied behind his balding
head was wet at the front too exposing the tears he cried as I
abused him. Putting the end of the crop under his chin I coaxed his
head up so he could face me even if he couldn’t see me through the
thick, white, satin fabric.
“Please what, you sniveling worm.”
“Please let me eat your pussy.”
The pussy he wanted twitched at the thought
of being in his fat lips set in his round ugly face atop his round
ugly body. He looked exactly like his career would suggest: a
sleazy lawyer who would do what it took to get his clients free,
innocent or not, as long as the price was right. At least, that is
what Walter’s stories to the desk clerk, and my BFF Ricki,
suggested. With that said, I wasn’t attracted to him in any way,
but I was however
between my lips, to my clit where I stroked and pinched it between
my fingers. Biting back a sigh, my breath hitched and I pulled my
hand away, making myself wait. It was nearly time to leave for
work.
There was an unexpected side effect to
gaining the body of a twenty year old, one I would have for a very
long time if I didn’t eat like crap and I went to the gym four days
a week, and that was an increased libido. Okay hell, let’s be
honest here, I was fucking horny all the time. On the weekends when
my children were with their father I started going to dance clubs,
but it was still hard to find someone to readily fuck each time so
I began going to different kinds of clubs; sex clubs.
Remembering my time at the clubs, how I would
fuck people or be fucked in private rooms or right on the dance
floor, what it was like to be held up on some stranger’s cock as I
watched other couples in booths fucking and sucking each other, all
had my pussy tingling. It was all I had in me not to masturbate in
the shower imaging all those dicks in me, sometimes more than one,
thrusting and pounding, stretching my flesh. I would have my
release soon enough and it was best if I didn’t waste such a
glorious orgasm—one I felt building on thought alone—all by
myself.
Rinsing my hair I felt the need to hurry
along so I could get to work faster. The part of my life that my
neighbors didn’t know about me, my ex wasn’t privy to, even my
children didn’t know, was that I didn’t go away to some fantastic
job in the city as a secretary/personal assistant like I said I
did. My job was very different than that. It was still in the city,
still fantastic, and paid better than any other job I could get,
but I didn’t come by it the normal way.
The water trickled off as I turned the knob
and opened the glass enclosure entering the fog shrouded room.
Grabbing one of the plush towels hanging near the glassed in shower
I bent to wrap it around my hair, the tight pulling sensation
flashed an image in my mind of me wrapping my body in latex for the
first time. A second towel went around my body as I breathed in the
moist air of the bathroom, calming myself so I could prepare for my
fake job. I left the house each day dressed as I should be for the
job everyone thought I had; there was no way I could leave in what
my real job required.
Where I really worked was presented to me
while in a sex club. I was told it was a place like no other, one
where I could be what I wanted be and do what I wanted to do and be
paid very large sums of money for it. When my random sex partner
offered me the position I thought the name of the company on the
small black card with silver grey writing would be Heaven, or
Fantasy Island, but instead it was a place called Grautönen; a
German word I later learned meant “shades of gray.”
Chapter 2
“You fucking shit, worthless pig. Beg for
it!” The sound of leather hitting flesh rang through my ears to
trail down my body and pull at my core.
“Please Mistress.” The welt on Walter’s cheek
moved as he spoke and was as ruby as his nose.
Snot ran down from it and over his lips to
drip off his chin. The blindfold that was tied behind his balding
head was wet at the front too exposing the tears he cried as I
abused him. Putting the end of the crop under his chin I coaxed his
head up so he could face me even if he couldn’t see me through the
thick, white, satin fabric.
“Please what, you sniveling worm.”
“Please let me eat your pussy.”
The pussy he wanted twitched at the thought
of being in his fat lips set in his round ugly face atop his round
ugly body. He looked exactly like his career would suggest: a
sleazy lawyer who would do what it took to get his clients free,
innocent or not, as long as the price was right. At least, that is
what Walter’s stories to the desk clerk, and my BFF Ricki,
suggested. With that said, I wasn’t attracted to him in any way,
but I was however
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