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Dirty Cheap Motel

(A Continuation of Dirty, Cheap Date)    
   
As my bare cheeks feel the cold leather of the car seat, i know i am one real damsel in distress    
You're really going thru with this, taking our kinky love out of the house, into the real world    
   
Not that i can do much about it, blindfolded, hands handcuffed behind me, a loose rubber ball placed in my mouth, no gag this time    
Wearing nothing but a black garter and slutty stockings, obscenely high heels, and a black leather coat draped over my bare shoulders    
   
I feel You reach across me, buckle me in, then kiss me on the top of the head, such a good little girl, Daddy is pleased    
Then off we go to where ever we are going, my sense of direction completely lost    
   
As we ride all is quiet, nothing on the radio, no chit-chat    
My mind swimming with endless possibilities as to where this will all lead, my body responding, pertness and dampness, goose bumps and tingling all over    
   
After what seems like forever, we've arrived, You open the car door, unbuckle my seat belt, raindrops on my head, herding me inside    
"How long?" a man asks, "Two hours" You respond, the sound of money being passed, cigarette smoke blown in my direction    
   
"It'll be a few minutes to clean up the room" he adds, "No need ..." You respond    
Then i'm being led out of the room, to a seedy, still dirty motel room from what I can gather    
   
Once inside, You take off my coat, then push me back into a vinyl chair, stickness and the smell of stale cigar smoke    
I hear You undress, anticpation rising, trying to contain my restrained desire    
   
Then, a knock at the door, You answer it, shameful embarrassment, my head down    
Someone enters the room, words exchanged in Spanish with another woman, jealousy arises in me    
   
More words i can't understand, her Latina giggling    
Hearing you both fall on the bed, the sounds of passion while i seeth, start to cry    
   
Then the creak of the bed, some one approaches, is it You    
Feeling my legs forced apart by feminine hands, long hair tickling my abdomen, my thighs, tender lady lips kissing my secret flower blooms, so Lez    
   
From now on i forget about You, forgot about us, only focus on her and how she knows what to do, how to seduce me    
I struggle to get free, no use, submit and relent, as she opens me wider, finger after finger    
   
All hot and bothered, groaning and grinding like such a bitch in heat, i am distracted    
When suddenly i feel her retreat, You enter, recognizing Your filling manhood, the smell of Your sexy musk    
   
It doesn't take long, the foreplay masterful and complete    
We climax as one on the chair, so nasty, so dirty    
   
You lift me up, all of the sudden so gentlemanly, slip my coat back over me    
Once dressed, You usher me out, back into the rain, back to car, and back home, so very satisfied
Written by LeColonel
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