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Bondage Session

I make my way down the Hall of The Hotel
Looking at myself through a mirror I look like a whore
A mini dress that hardly covers my naked ass
Low cut my clevelage shows my underboob
My hair curled and freshly dyed a dark brown
Sticking the card in the keyhole I step into the dimly lit room
I walk in to see candles spread across the room
Suddenly my arms are pulled behind my back and cuffed
I gas as I notice all the toys on the night stand
Stomach tenses when I see the butt plug and I squeeze my eyes shut
Suddenly being pushed on to the bed face down ass in the air
Legs latched to the sides of the bed completely Immobile
"You are so sexy" I hear my master growl as he unzips my dress
Pulling it from my body leaving me completely naked
Feeling him tease my puckered hole I gasp fighting against him
Suddenly a flogger meets my smooth backside
Over and over and over again and again and again
I cry out at the pain erupting from my imflamed skin
Feeling the cold steel of the butt plug press against my tight ring
Crying out as it pops into my tight channel
Rubbing my clit he groans as he smells my musky juices
Finding his face down in my sex my mind is reeling
My stomach churning over mixed emotions
The pleasure of him eating me out to the pain of the vibration in my ass
Before I know it he slams his cock in me deep
Sending me reeling and screaming into orgasm
"Oh God! Oh God!" I pant as he fucks me hard
In and out in and out as hard as he can I can hardly breathe
Another orgasm on the brink of emerging I sigh
Groans escape my Masters mouth as he shoots his load in my cunt
I milk him dry as my orgasm let's loose and I heat him smile
Rubbing my back he whispers softly "Good Girl."
To exhausted to move I fall asleep in that position
When I wake the next morning the cash beside my naked body
"See ya Next week." Wrote on the note
I smile and can't wait for our next meet
Countrygirl96
Written by Countrygirl96
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