I look at the city lights through the taxi window. I see that every now and then the man turns to check me out in the rearview mirror, not exactly my face. I'm aware that I'm not dressed as I usually do, this time I'm wearing a black mini skirt, a blouse of the same color, and stockings underneath, and maybe you can see a bit of my black thong that I'm using.
In other words, I see myself as a slut. But it's not here where the action will take place, not with him.
The taxi stops in front of a 10-story building. I pay the driver and get out carefully so my skirt doesn't fly up. The man asks me to close the door carefully and when he drives away, he yells that I look yummy. I smile at this and shake my head. I search for my phone in my purse, feeling nervous and clumsy because it's not common for me to do this. The ladylike or womanly attire, the one I leave for intimacy, for being at home, not for exhibiting myself in public.
I quickly find the contact and see the messages until now. I write that I'm already downstairs. I wait a few moments, looking around, grateful that my long hair covers part of my face and no one recognizes me. My phone vibrates and I read the response: Enter and use the elevator, eighth floor. Calm down, everything will be fine.
I close my eyes, feeling repentant, wondering what I'm doing here and how I got into this. I take a breath and exhale, telling myself that everything will be fine, that at the end of the night I'll be laughing at these things. I put away my phone and enter the lobby. The receptionist sees me and asks where I'm going; I say eighth floor and ask if I've already checked in; she responds yes, then asks who's the room title holder and I say the name of the person who wrote to me; she verifies it and raises an eyebrow, looking at me from top to bottom before nodding.
This isn't a place for those activities, he says, looking at me from top to bottom.
I know, I'm not that kind of person, I respond, raising an eyebrow. He nods after a few seconds and with a head movement tells me to go ahead.
I walk through the lobby to the elevator, grateful there's no one else there like for me to see the face of shame I imagined when he said that. I tell myself this is the last time I'll do these things, if they want me, let them come get me and in the car I'll dress as they please, even if it's swimwear, but not like this now. I sighed after pressing the button and waited for the device to come down. Seconds later, I was going up and thinking about what would happen inside.
It'll be a surprise and it's better that you're prepared, because it could be something twice or three times what you expect, he said in the afternoon after sending me to get dressed in such and such way.
I accessed through morbid curiosity and fantasy, after all, I'm a boy with girl-like characteristics. They already know that.
Soon, the elevator stops and the doors open. I step out into the hallway and see left and right, everything is silent, there are many doors, I don't know which one it is. My phone vibrates and I see it's his message.
The third door on your right.
I look up at the ceiling and wonder if he saw me or something. There aren't any cameras, maybe he thought that since I hadn't arrived yet, I was lost and didn't know where to be. I shrug and don't respond. I take a deep breath and walk in those heels to the third door. Nothing can be heard from the other side. I wonder if it's the right one. I think about his words and he said it was the third, I count from the elevator to here and it is indeed the third door.
I feel nervous, an idea crosses my mind to turn back and leave everything until then, but then a voice in my head tells me to stay, maybe I'll enjoy it. And without being in control of my actions, I nod and knock three times on the door. I wait. A few seconds pass and the door opens and what I see from the other side is pure darkness.
I sigh and smile inwardly. He definitely succeeded with the atmosphere of mystery. Thinking that there's no going back now, I enter the room and walk down the hallway. It's not all dark, city light enters through the window and I can notice some things. Suddenly, the door closes and two strong hands grab my arms from behind and a face approaches me from the right rear of my head. Goodnight, princess, tonight you're going to make my slut and the ones of these two men as well —he says with a grave voice while the light turns on, and what I see is two dark-skinned men in front of me, naked and with their dark cocks hanging from their pubic areas.
He makes me turn around and I see him, another dark-skinned boy, naked and shameless in front of me.
Do you like what you see, slutty? Is your mouth watering?
And guided by my most primal instinct, that of a slut in heat, I sit without stopping looking at the piece of meat he has between his legs.
Come get her, she's all yours.
And not lazy or sluggish, I go for her.
Will continue...
In other words, I see myself as a slut. But it's not here where the action will take place, not with him.The taxi stops in front of a 10-story building. I pay the driver and get out carefully so my skirt doesn't fly up. The man asks me to close the door carefully and when he drives away, he yells that I look yummy. I smile at this and shake my head. I search for my phone in my purse, feeling nervous and clumsy because it's not common for me to do this. The ladylike or womanly attire, the one I leave for intimacy, for being at home, not for exhibiting myself in public.
I quickly find the contact and see the messages until now. I write that I'm already downstairs. I wait a few moments, looking around, grateful that my long hair covers part of my face and no one recognizes me. My phone vibrates and I read the response: Enter and use the elevator, eighth floor. Calm down, everything will be fine.
I close my eyes, feeling repentant, wondering what I'm doing here and how I got into this. I take a breath and exhale, telling myself that everything will be fine, that at the end of the night I'll be laughing at these things. I put away my phone and enter the lobby. The receptionist sees me and asks where I'm going; I say eighth floor and ask if I've already checked in; she responds yes, then asks who's the room title holder and I say the name of the person who wrote to me; she verifies it and raises an eyebrow, looking at me from top to bottom before nodding.
This isn't a place for those activities, he says, looking at me from top to bottom.
I know, I'm not that kind of person, I respond, raising an eyebrow. He nods after a few seconds and with a head movement tells me to go ahead.
I walk through the lobby to the elevator, grateful there's no one else there like for me to see the face of shame I imagined when he said that. I tell myself this is the last time I'll do these things, if they want me, let them come get me and in the car I'll dress as they please, even if it's swimwear, but not like this now. I sighed after pressing the button and waited for the device to come down. Seconds later, I was going up and thinking about what would happen inside.
It'll be a surprise and it's better that you're prepared, because it could be something twice or three times what you expect, he said in the afternoon after sending me to get dressed in such and such way.
I accessed through morbid curiosity and fantasy, after all, I'm a boy with girl-like characteristics. They already know that.
Soon, the elevator stops and the doors open. I step out into the hallway and see left and right, everything is silent, there are many doors, I don't know which one it is. My phone vibrates and I see it's his message.
The third door on your right.
I look up at the ceiling and wonder if he saw me or something. There aren't any cameras, maybe he thought that since I hadn't arrived yet, I was lost and didn't know where to be. I shrug and don't respond. I take a deep breath and walk in those heels to the third door. Nothing can be heard from the other side. I wonder if it's the right one. I think about his words and he said it was the third, I count from the elevator to here and it is indeed the third door.
I feel nervous, an idea crosses my mind to turn back and leave everything until then, but then a voice in my head tells me to stay, maybe I'll enjoy it. And without being in control of my actions, I nod and knock three times on the door. I wait. A few seconds pass and the door opens and what I see from the other side is pure darkness.
I sigh and smile inwardly. He definitely succeeded with the atmosphere of mystery. Thinking that there's no going back now, I enter the room and walk down the hallway. It's not all dark, city light enters through the window and I can notice some things. Suddenly, the door closes and two strong hands grab my arms from behind and a face approaches me from the right rear of my head. Goodnight, princess, tonight you're going to make my slut and the ones of these two men as well —he says with a grave voice while the light turns on, and what I see is two dark-skinned men in front of me, naked and with their dark cocks hanging from their pubic areas.
He makes me turn around and I see him, another dark-skinned boy, naked and shameless in front of me.
Do you like what you see, slutty? Is your mouth watering?
And guided by my most primal instinct, that of a slut in heat, I sit without stopping looking at the piece of meat he has between his legs.
Come get her, she's all yours.
And not lazy or sluggish, I go for her.
Will continue...
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