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Quarantine Stories Of Exploitation Part I : Paying free porn video
It seems my last post about the Quarantine resonated with with some friends of mine. My friend Kelly told me what happened to her in these crazy times. This is her story:
I am a Yoga instructor in my twenties. I had wanted to be a nurse when I was younger, but nursing school was not easy. I don't mind hard work, but I wasn't really the best student, I just needed to find something else. I started working in retail, and moved up to assistant manager, but that was not very fulfilling for me. So when my own yoga instructor suggested I take a teacher course and become an instructor myself, I jumped at the chance. Three years later, I was not only a registered yoga instructor, but I had rented a small corner unit of a rundown shopping center to set up my very own yoga studio.
I can tell you now, it was a long road, but once here, it got even harder. My classes slowly grew thru word of mouth, and a few people came cause I was cheaper than the competition, but it wasn't growing fast enough. I ended up renting one of the back rooms to a friend who was a massage ther****t. I gave classes at a couple senior communities to get a little extra money. This was my dream job, and I did not want to fail, but, I wasn't sure how long I could keep this up. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse, the coronavirus hit.
People stopped coming to class, My friend had no appointments so she wasn't able to help with my already late rent, I couldn't go to the senior communites for fear of contagion. I was already 3 weeks late on rent before, but once this started, I couldn't even catch up on the late payment. My landlord was understanding to a point, but I was still dodging his phone calls. He finally came to one of my classes and hung around until everyone left. I was so scared he was going to evict me right then. He was stern, and he asked me what the issue was and why he didn't have his money.
I cried. I tried to hold it in, but once a tear broke through, it all just came out. All of the emotion of my failing career, not being able to cover my responsibilities, and just the feeling of being in trouble. I sobbed, quite embarrassingly!
My landlord finally said "Ok, OK. Maybe we can work something out."
I was so relieved and grateful, and I told him I would pay him back whenever I can. And he replied " Oh no, don't worry about that. I was thinking you could give me a massage each week until you can get current."
"Oh no, I am not a massage ther****t, That room back there is for a my friend, she has been trained and certified."
"Oh honey, I don't care if your licensed or not, and it doesn't even have to be the best massage. I just find them relaxing. Come on, It's a pretty good deal."
It was a good deal. I had to agree. but as I was quickly contemplating, I saw the way he was staring at my yoga pants and subtly licking his lips. What choice did I have though?
"Ummm....I guess I can....yea, ....yea, I will do it. We can use the massage table back here"
"No, I have my own massage room at my house" handing me a business card. "here is my address, come by tonight around 7pm."
I forced a smile, and nodded my head and told him "OK" Later that night I was pulling into his drive way, I was having second thoughts. His house was an older ranch kept up pretty nicely. I had debated what I should wear. I was leaning towards some modest baggy sweatpants and a big t-shirt. But I decided on my new striped maxi dress from Old Navy. It looked more like what an MT would wear, I guess. It was long, down below my knees, but loose and stretchy for comfort. I walked up onto his porch and rang the doorbell. He answered quickly wearing his khakis and polo from earlier.
He invited me in, and we shared some small talk as he walked to the basement stairs. He indicated that I should go down, so I did with him following. It was a little musky, dimly lit. He indicated to the door on the right at the bottom of the stairs. As we walked in and turned on the lights, I saw that it wasn't really a massage room. It was just a wood panelled room with a bed and a tv. That was my first moment of fear.
I set my bag down and took out a large botle of oil that I borrowed from work. When I turned around, my landlord was removing his pants and boxers, facing me. It was a bit shocking for me as, but he casually gace me instructions, just do head to toe 45 minutes on my stomach, then flip and 45 minutes on my back. As he finished explaining, he was completely naked, and he crawled onto the center of the queen sized bed, and laid face down.
I kicked off my sandals, and looked at this man laying nude in front of me and almost started to hyperventilate. I took a deep breath and kind of crawled onto the bed on my knees. After a moment of consideration, I started with his shoulders, long strokes, even strokes, symmetrical strokes. I was doing everything I thought a massage ther****t would do. As I got to his lower back and hips, he would kind of moan and rotate his hips. At one point, he looked back, grabbed my hand and placed it on his ass motioning for me to rub it, and telling me not to be bashful. I did and as my hands ran over the back of his thighs, he would lift his hips and spread his legs a little. I continued on, down each leg. I checked the clock on the nghtstand, and saw I had 10 more minutes, so I went back to the neck and back.
When it was time, I softly asked if he was ready to roll over. I was afraid he might be asleep, but he wasn't. He eagerly rolled over, looking up and smiling at me. When I smiled back, he glanced down to his waist, and I automatically did as well. I saw his cock was semi hard and I quickly glanced away while he reached up to adjust it. I moved back up to a kneeling position and began working on his chest from his left side. As I leaned over him to work on his right pectoral,I felt it. His hand on the back of my thigh, rubbing up and over my ass to my lower back, then back again..I felt my body tense up, but I kept massaging as if I didn't notice. My lack of reaction didn't turn him off however, as his hand started squeezing and his fingers started exploring.
I scooted down the bed, moving my backside just out of his reach, as I was massaging his torso, from collarbone to waistline Still using his left hand, he started rubbing my bare arm. As his fingers went up to my shoulders, he hooked one under my spaghetti strap and pulled it down over my shoulder. I shrank back and pulled it back up and he apologized.
When I began again, he went right back to rubbing my arm. But this time, he reached up with his right hand to wrap it around his cock. Again, I ignored it, but he sort of grabbed it by the base and started smacking it against himself, like a club. Even without making eye contact, I could see the big smile and intent stare on his face.
As I my hand went down near his waist line, he quickly grabbed my wrist to pull it down. My hand brushed his cock before I tried to pull it away, but he held firm. I kept my hand balled into a fist, but he held me tight, thrusting his cock against it. When I didn't do anything, he looked aggravated and said "Come on! I am doing you a favor here!'
I don't like confrontation or being yelled out, so that made me very nervous. I finally opened my hand and wrapped it around his hard on. He finally leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh of triumph. I began moving my hand up and down, pumping it, wondering how I got into this situation. I felt his cock grow rock hard. Zoning out, I almost didn't notice the spaghetti strap getting yanked down again. As I used my freehand to clutch back up, he sat up in bed. Stacked some pillows behind him so that he could be in a more reclined position. Before he leaned back, he reached over with both hands, to pull my dress down. When I instinctibely went into a defensive position, he slapped me. Not with his whole hand, just the end of his fingers, right on the side of my mouth. I was shocked, I just froze while he pushed my arms down and yanked my dress down to my waist, pulling the straps off of my arms. With his right hand, he grabbed my upper arm to pull me up higher on the bed, and the way my dress was under me, when I shuffled up on my knees, it made my dress slide further down my waist.
When he leaned back, he motioned for me to resume and I did. This time though, his left hand was reaching behind me, pushing my dress down to my knees and rubbing my panties all over before pulling them down. His right hand was reaching over, squeezing my boobs hard and ending the squeeze with a pinch of my nipple. After a while, his hand slid up my chest and neck, his thumb rested on my throat while his fingers wrapped around to the back. My panties were down around my knees and his fingers were sliding into crevices. I felt his fingers inside me. Eventually, he slid that hand up my torso towards my neck as well.
This hand slid up to my cheek, fingers going into my hair, and then he made a fist, and tightened his grip with both hands. When he started pulling my head down, there was nothing I could do.
"Look at me." he said. "LOOK AT ME!"
As I made eye contact, he smiled, and I opened my mouth like he wanted. Once his cock was inside my mouth, he began thrusting, as well as using his arm strength to slam my head up and down on it. His cock was pushing his way in, his moans got louder and louder and louder.
He started panting, then telling again for me to look at him As we made eye contact, he held my head still, all the way down while he continued to thrust. I felt the cum explode into my mouth before I heard his triumphant grunt. I could not hold it in my mouth, and I could not swallow it all. Once his cock finished pumping the semen out, I wiped my mouth and chin with my hand. I was about to get off the bed when he handed me a towel from the night stand. I wiped him off first, then myself. As I started to get off the bed, he he grabbed my elbow again.
"You still have 20 minutes left. Don't forget my feet."
I am a Yoga instructor in my twenties. I had wanted to be a nurse when I was younger, but nursing school was not easy. I don't mind hard work, but I wasn't really the best student, I just needed to find something else. I started working in retail, and moved up to assistant manager, but that was not very fulfilling for me. So when my own yoga instructor suggested I take a teacher course and become an instructor myself, I jumped at the chance. Three years later, I was not only a registered yoga instructor, but I had rented a small corner unit of a rundown shopping center to set up my very own yoga studio.
I can tell you now, it was a long road, but once here, it got even harder. My classes slowly grew thru word of mouth, and a few people came cause I was cheaper than the competition, but it wasn't growing fast enough. I ended up renting one of the back rooms to a friend who was a massage ther****t. I gave classes at a couple senior communities to get a little extra money. This was my dream job, and I did not want to fail, but, I wasn't sure how long I could keep this up. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse, the coronavirus hit.
People stopped coming to class, My friend had no appointments so she wasn't able to help with my already late rent, I couldn't go to the senior communites for fear of contagion. I was already 3 weeks late on rent before, but once this started, I couldn't even catch up on the late payment. My landlord was understanding to a point, but I was still dodging his phone calls. He finally came to one of my classes and hung around until everyone left. I was so scared he was going to evict me right then. He was stern, and he asked me what the issue was and why he didn't have his money.
I cried. I tried to hold it in, but once a tear broke through, it all just came out. All of the emotion of my failing career, not being able to cover my responsibilities, and just the feeling of being in trouble. I sobbed, quite embarrassingly!
My landlord finally said "Ok, OK. Maybe we can work something out."
I was so relieved and grateful, and I told him I would pay him back whenever I can. And he replied " Oh no, don't worry about that. I was thinking you could give me a massage each week until you can get current."
"Oh no, I am not a massage ther****t, That room back there is for a my friend, she has been trained and certified."
"Oh honey, I don't care if your licensed or not, and it doesn't even have to be the best massage. I just find them relaxing. Come on, It's a pretty good deal."
It was a good deal. I had to agree. but as I was quickly contemplating, I saw the way he was staring at my yoga pants and subtly licking his lips. What choice did I have though?
"Ummm....I guess I can....yea, ....yea, I will do it. We can use the massage table back here"
"No, I have my own massage room at my house" handing me a business card. "here is my address, come by tonight around 7pm."
I forced a smile, and nodded my head and told him "OK" Later that night I was pulling into his drive way, I was having second thoughts. His house was an older ranch kept up pretty nicely. I had debated what I should wear. I was leaning towards some modest baggy sweatpants and a big t-shirt. But I decided on my new striped maxi dress from Old Navy. It looked more like what an MT would wear, I guess. It was long, down below my knees, but loose and stretchy for comfort. I walked up onto his porch and rang the doorbell. He answered quickly wearing his khakis and polo from earlier.
He invited me in, and we shared some small talk as he walked to the basement stairs. He indicated that I should go down, so I did with him following. It was a little musky, dimly lit. He indicated to the door on the right at the bottom of the stairs. As we walked in and turned on the lights, I saw that it wasn't really a massage room. It was just a wood panelled room with a bed and a tv. That was my first moment of fear.
I set my bag down and took out a large botle of oil that I borrowed from work. When I turned around, my landlord was removing his pants and boxers, facing me. It was a bit shocking for me as, but he casually gace me instructions, just do head to toe 45 minutes on my stomach, then flip and 45 minutes on my back. As he finished explaining, he was completely naked, and he crawled onto the center of the queen sized bed, and laid face down.
I kicked off my sandals, and looked at this man laying nude in front of me and almost started to hyperventilate. I took a deep breath and kind of crawled onto the bed on my knees. After a moment of consideration, I started with his shoulders, long strokes, even strokes, symmetrical strokes. I was doing everything I thought a massage ther****t would do. As I got to his lower back and hips, he would kind of moan and rotate his hips. At one point, he looked back, grabbed my hand and placed it on his ass motioning for me to rub it, and telling me not to be bashful. I did and as my hands ran over the back of his thighs, he would lift his hips and spread his legs a little. I continued on, down each leg. I checked the clock on the nghtstand, and saw I had 10 more minutes, so I went back to the neck and back.
When it was time, I softly asked if he was ready to roll over. I was afraid he might be asleep, but he wasn't. He eagerly rolled over, looking up and smiling at me. When I smiled back, he glanced down to his waist, and I automatically did as well. I saw his cock was semi hard and I quickly glanced away while he reached up to adjust it. I moved back up to a kneeling position and began working on his chest from his left side. As I leaned over him to work on his right pectoral,I felt it. His hand on the back of my thigh, rubbing up and over my ass to my lower back, then back again..I felt my body tense up, but I kept massaging as if I didn't notice. My lack of reaction didn't turn him off however, as his hand started squeezing and his fingers started exploring.
I scooted down the bed, moving my backside just out of his reach, as I was massaging his torso, from collarbone to waistline Still using his left hand, he started rubbing my bare arm. As his fingers went up to my shoulders, he hooked one under my spaghetti strap and pulled it down over my shoulder. I shrank back and pulled it back up and he apologized.
When I began again, he went right back to rubbing my arm. But this time, he reached up with his right hand to wrap it around his cock. Again, I ignored it, but he sort of grabbed it by the base and started smacking it against himself, like a club. Even without making eye contact, I could see the big smile and intent stare on his face.
As I my hand went down near his waist line, he quickly grabbed my wrist to pull it down. My hand brushed his cock before I tried to pull it away, but he held firm. I kept my hand balled into a fist, but he held me tight, thrusting his cock against it. When I didn't do anything, he looked aggravated and said "Come on! I am doing you a favor here!'
I don't like confrontation or being yelled out, so that made me very nervous. I finally opened my hand and wrapped it around his hard on. He finally leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh of triumph. I began moving my hand up and down, pumping it, wondering how I got into this situation. I felt his cock grow rock hard. Zoning out, I almost didn't notice the spaghetti strap getting yanked down again. As I used my freehand to clutch back up, he sat up in bed. Stacked some pillows behind him so that he could be in a more reclined position. Before he leaned back, he reached over with both hands, to pull my dress down. When I instinctibely went into a defensive position, he slapped me. Not with his whole hand, just the end of his fingers, right on the side of my mouth. I was shocked, I just froze while he pushed my arms down and yanked my dress down to my waist, pulling the straps off of my arms. With his right hand, he grabbed my upper arm to pull me up higher on the bed, and the way my dress was under me, when I shuffled up on my knees, it made my dress slide further down my waist.
When he leaned back, he motioned for me to resume and I did. This time though, his left hand was reaching behind me, pushing my dress down to my knees and rubbing my panties all over before pulling them down. His right hand was reaching over, squeezing my boobs hard and ending the squeeze with a pinch of my nipple. After a while, his hand slid up my chest and neck, his thumb rested on my throat while his fingers wrapped around to the back. My panties were down around my knees and his fingers were sliding into crevices. I felt his fingers inside me. Eventually, he slid that hand up my torso towards my neck as well.
This hand slid up to my cheek, fingers going into my hair, and then he made a fist, and tightened his grip with both hands. When he started pulling my head down, there was nothing I could do.
"Look at me." he said. "LOOK AT ME!"
As I made eye contact, he smiled, and I opened my mouth like he wanted. Once his cock was inside my mouth, he began thrusting, as well as using his arm strength to slam my head up and down on it. His cock was pushing his way in, his moans got louder and louder and louder.
He started panting, then telling again for me to look at him As we made eye contact, he held my head still, all the way down while he continued to thrust. I felt the cum explode into my mouth before I heard his triumphant grunt. I could not hold it in my mouth, and I could not swallow it all. Once his cock finished pumping the semen out, I wiped my mouth and chin with my hand. I was about to get off the bed when he handed me a towel from the night stand. I wiped him off first, then myself. As I started to get off the bed, he he grabbed my elbow again.
"You still have 20 minutes left. Don't forget my feet."
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