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I love sleazy places. I feel at home and strangely comfortable. The motel I used in my home city was comfortable. I guess it was too comfortable.
One day about two weeks after the Levonne whore-fest I went to the same motel with a wonderful afternoon of phone sex, porn, masturbation, and perhaps random strange cocks planned. There was a possibility that a guy I met in an arcade would stop in and fuck me.
I dressed in my usual- all black slutty clothes, the strappy heels, the thigh-high stockings, the waist cincher with six double-attaching points, my spandex panties, the satin bra, the shoulder length Lycra gloves and added my favorite leather choker. My auburn hair was perfect and my makeup was striking. My lips looked primed for cocksucking. They were dark red and coated with a ton of gloss. My eyes were shadowed warmly behind my dark eyelashes and liner. My rouge was subtly dark and defining. I checked myself out in the mirror and stroked my cock- I was hot.
I left off the skirt for the time being because I knew I was going be stroking quite a bit, and I didn’t need to get even more lube all over it…
Just after I got on the chat line I inserted my dark chocolate-brown dildo (coincidence- nope!). I positioned my ass on chair and began riding it as I listened to chat adds. I watched myself in the mirror while I skillfully deep-fucked my pseudo black cock. I manipulated the dildo against my g-spot.
I smiled and knew I was going to have a good time. In an hour I could call David, the guy I had met a day before and invite him over as we’d arranged.
I was planning to masturbate and get myself a good hot cum before he showed, and maybe, I could get some action from the line too.
Ten minutes into my session I heard a knock on the door. I slowly hung up the phone and listened. I was terrified.
The knock became a pound accompanied by, “Hey, ah, this is the manager, I know you’re there, just let me in.”
Holy shit!!! I moved fast and did the best I could. I scooped up the towel, grabbed my slutwear and sex stuff. I went to the bathroom and closed the door partially and said in my boy voice, “I can’t come to the door right now. Could you come back in a few minutes?” I almost forgot to revert to my “normal” voice.
“No, ah I am sorry to have to do this but I have to come in. So, I’m going to open the door. Ok, here I come.”
I realized I’d somehow lost the dildo in my ass and dropped it on the floor. I had no time to think. I closed the door and started to remove my wig and un-strap my stockings.
I heard him open the door and step in. He closed the door with a slam. “Hey I think I know what you’re doing in here and we may have a serious problem.” I could hear him say that as he walked to the bathroom door. I was not any good at stalling him. I was shaking.
“Hey look, I don’t want to have to call the cops, so just open the door right now and let’s talk about what you’re doing in my motel. Ok? Look I know you are probably dressed like a woman. Lets just get this sorted out without any cops.”
Cops…oh fuck. This could be trouble.
“Come on, just open the door Like I said, I have kinda noticed what you do here…guys showing up and leaving after a half hour or so. You check in as a guy and leave looking like a whore, then come back with other guys. I get it. Cheap motel, no one really cares…I get it. Like I said, I need to talk to you.”
Still in my guy voice I tried to bargain with him. “Well, can you give me a few minutes, I’m not really presentable, I’m not clothed.”
“No, I think you are probably very presentable and I want you to open up right now. Also, I want to hear that gurly voice I have heard through the walls a few times.”
Huh? Very presentable? Gurly voice? What the fuck was this shit? I could not face him in-between personas, so I re-fastened my garter belt and fixed my hair, wondering if this was the last time I would do this. Oh well. I opened the door and saw the manager standing half way between the toilet door and my laptop, which was still running transsexual porn. He was in his late 40’s, “husky,” and slightly balding. He had straight long dirty blonde hair and was clean-shaven and wearing dark blue jeans and a red shirt.
Next to his left foot was the glistening lubricated black dildo. He had found me out.
I covered my cock and emerged from the bathroom.
“Ok, that’s what I thought. Look I can’t have you creating a problem here. I can’t have you putting my business at risk for nothing. Ok?” He paused. “I knew when all those black men were here last week and those other guys before, and that other couple of guys that one time... I knew that something was going on. The first time I saw you dressed as a woman I saw you leave and thought you were a pro that I had missed coming in. Well, now that I see you up close I have to tell you that I can’t let this situation continue without some changes. I run a decent motel, a lot nicer than the other places on the boulevard. It stays that way because I keep it that way. Ok?”
I wanted to get this over with. I could change in my car, I just wanted to escape right then. “Ok, I’ll go if you want me too. I am sorry for any problem I’ve caused. I’ll be gone in a few minutes.”
“Look I know you have been coming here and hanging out for quite a while. I guessed that this was why, and I just don’t want any d**gs, or problems with the law, ok?”
“I understand completely. I’ll just change and go, ok?”
“Are you on d**gs, or doing prostitution?”
“Of course not. I don’t do d**gs. This is my vice.” I said gesturing at my tits and legs. “I only dress like a whore. Look, I’m sorry and I’ll go.”
“You know, ah, well… think there is another option.”
What? I looked him over and saw that he was actually checking me out. Could he have become obsessed with me? He said he’d listened to me through the wall. He’d probably heard all sorts of nasty things. I pieced it together in an instant. No shit, another option. He was bi and wanted me to blow him.
He smiled the slightest of smiles and swallowed as he decided to take this into new territory. “Look, I don’t really like guys, but you, you look like a hot woman. I have been watching you for a while.” As he said this he began groping his cock through his pants. “So…why don’t we just take care of this between us?” He watched me for a sign of rejection. I was scared and still watching the situation develop. Then he said, “Lets just handle this here and now between you and me.” With that he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and stroked it.
I was instantly relieved. I felt the fear evaporate. I needed some way to protect myself and possibly be able to implicate him. Otherwise he could manipulate me forever with the personal information he had on me. I had an idea.
“Well,” I said, transitioning back to my seductive fem-voice, “I’m sure we can reach mutual satisfaction.” I un-cupped my cock and let it swing to and fro as I strutted over to him and got onto my knees in worship position.
I looked up at him as I took his semi-limp cock onto my mouth with a suck. I swirled his sweaty meat around in my mouth and got him hard. Once he was hard he was just over seven inches and actually a respectable piece of hard meat.
After about 2 minutes of my mouth the manager leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling. I knew he was already getting close. I had to act fast to even the odds. He had obviously not thought of everything. I stood up and took charge. I seductively wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head down to kiss his mouth and rub his cock with my leg. I was really getting into the act and he liked it. I broke the kiss and moaned a soft breathy “Mmmm, ooah” into his ear. I felt his hands wrap around me and then move downward to my leather cincher. He pawed my ass cheeks and reached around to feel my tits. He moaned and groped my sexy silicon tits. I looked down as he rubbed the nipple like a real tit and looked up at me. I moaned and then kissed him again, grinding against him. “Let’s put you on the bed, ok?” I asked.
He nodded and we broke our embrace. I led him by hand to the bed and sat him on the edge. I leaned him back and undressed his lower body. He looked thinner all stretched out like that.
I felt really sleazy. I pulled his underwear off and told him to raise his legs up. I saw his ass and it was clean enough. “Mmmmmm,” I said, diving down onto his browneye. I licked him for a moment. He went wild. “Oh my gawd! Holly shit ohhh!” I swirled him about ten or fifteen times and backed away. “I have a hair stuck in my throat, don’t move, I need some lube too.” He looked concerned. “Relax,” I said, “It’s for me, not you.” I stood straight, like a well-practiced and cultured slut. I pivoted and walked to the bathroom. I coughed, to cover the sound of unzipping my little camera bag. “I got it!” I called to him. I retrieved my lube and another item. I hid it in back, under my cincher. I returned with the same sultry poise I left with. “Now where was I?” I returned to my submissive position and went down on his cock. He moaned and said how good it felt.
Of course its good, motherfucker, I’m an exceptional cock sucking slut.
I started to tease him and play with his ass with my finger. He confessed he’d always wanted to see what that was like. Good, I thought, this will be easier than anticipated. I lifted off his cock long enough to tell him that he knew how much I loved it.
“Yeah, you’re a regular nymphomaniac, you fucking…Ohhhhhh.”
I shoved a finger deep inside his ass. I quickly rubbed his prostate. He squirmed. I thought he was about to cum and I was going to miss my opportunity. So I lifted off him entirely and looked him in the eye and paused. I waited until he was calm and then I said in a breathy femme voice, “I want to ride your cock. I want to fuck you with my cunt.”
He smiled and I climbed on top. I lubed him well and guided him into me. I told him to let me do all the work. In a flash I was bouncing on his cock at a really good pace. His cock was popping me just right. I stroked my cock and rode him well. I got close to cumming and noticed that he was getting here too.
I stopped and dismounted his husky body. “Hey, I get a turn on you too, you know,” I said.
“But I-“
“Mmm exactly, I want your butt too!” I got close to his face and moaned into his ears, “I want to fuck your tight ass. Lift your knees up to your face.” He complied and was on his tummy.
I knelt and squeezed his cock as I went down on his ass- something I rarely do. He only spoke for a moment and then just moaned. I fetched the camera from my cincher and got it ready. I stopped my analingus but continued rubbing his cock and said, “I know you are scared. Don’t be. I will be slow and gentle. I have broken in many virgins like you. I’m only going to fuck you for a moment or two, ok?”
He moaned and kind of nodded.
With that I began the break-in process that was always successful, for me, at least. I rubbed the lube around on his hole and slowly pushed my finger in. I finger-fucked him slowly and teased his prostate. Then I added another finger and “scissored” them around in his ass for a moment. He was actually cleaner that I expected, but was still a bit ripe. Fortunately, he was generally clean on the inside. He moaned as I fingered his depths. I massaged his prostate and teased his cock with my other hand. And then, when he was really in the mood, I said, “Let me make it hotter for you honey, let me do for you what the person who busted my cherry did for me. Let me blind fold you ok? In guarantee it will make this so much hotter.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he wavered.
I rubbed his g-spot and in a whiny voice said, “I’ll be extra careful…you will love it.”
He agreed and I sprang up to get a leather blindfold given to me in by a sugar-daddy type a couple of years before this.
Seconds later it was secured and I was giving his ass one last glop of lube. I placed my cock against his virgin asshole and said I was going to start. I eased my cockhead against him and pierced his hole. He tensed up and I told him to relax in a soothing femme voice. I eased out and let him calm himself. Then I massaged his cock and told him to push out when I pushed it. He did and I pushed in again, working my entire head into his tight white ass.
He breathed out in heavy deep breaths. He began to sweat a little. He moaned as I eased in more. Now my cockhead and the first portion of my shaft were in him and stopped. I felt his pulse surrounding my cock. “There, there, honey, that’s better.” I purred “Mmmmmmm. So tight, so nice. Mmmmmm, just like mine.”
He could only breathe hard as I masturbated him and eased my length in. I kept speaking to him in a sexy, smooth and soothing femme voice. I began jacking him a little longer and faster as I eased my cock deeper, finally reaching his little g-spot. He squirmed and his head shot back against the bed when I popped his prostate. He almost let go of his knees.
I smiled and imagined his new feelings, his new ecstasy. A bulbous cockhead feels more intense than the touch of a pointed finger. I love it, and he seemed to also.
I waited until he calmed and then I started to pull out and push back in. I fucked him slow for a second stroke and pushed my left hand down on his cock and held it there, applying an erotic pressure on his shaft.
I reached around my back with my right hand and worked my digital camera free from the back of my cincher. I turned it on behind my back and pushed the action button three times to put it in movie mode. I brought it around to my right leg and checked to make sure it was ready. It was. Then I hit record and held it on him for a few fuck thrusts. He did better than I’d hoped.
“Oh god, oh fuck I never knew it could be like this. Oh! Oh! Oh!” he said in unison with my thrusts. “Oh my god I... I ah! Feel your cock in my ass!”
I smiled to myself, just what I needed.
Maybe I could get more before one of us came. He really did have a nice tight virgin ass. “Tell me how much you love my cock in your hot little ass! Tell me!” I yelled in a demanding “Mistress” voice with a little added v******e to my thrusts.
“Oh! Oh! I love it! I love it!”
“You love what?”
I love your cock in my ass!”
With that I had all I needed. I had shot a closeup of my cock in his ass and then panned out to show his face and then zoomed back in to show his anal intrusion again. I’d gotten him to confess to loving my assfucking. I was getting close and I really wanted to get the “money shot.” I rubbed his cock and made him cum.
When he started I said, “Stoke your fucking pathetic cock you fucking faggot bastard!” He was overcome by lust as I pulled out of him and relieved the orgasmic pressure in his cavity. I did my best to keep the camera on the action as I watched him cum all over himself. I made sure the camera was nice and low. I stroked my cock. When I knew I was about to shoot I ordered him to “Open your mouth! I am going to cum on your face! I am gonna cum all over you, bitch-boy!” I stood over him in my high-heels on the cheap bed and aimed my slick rigid cock downward. I stroked it a couple more times and blasted his face with cum. The camera caught it all- my cock, garter belt, stockings, heels along his chest and under his shoulders. My aim was impeccable and the shots of cum hit him on his nose, his cheeks, and his open mouth. He squirmed as my load dropped into his throat.
I smiled for a moment and then a wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me. I nearly lost my balance. I struggled to maintain and stroked the last of my cum out. I lowered the camera and got a close-up of his cum-covered face and then giggled. I said, “That was pretty hot right? You like getting your face covered in cum right? Oh yeah, If your buddies could only see that, Mmmmm…”
He’d lowered his legs now and was breathing really hard as his own orgasm subsided. He moaned “Yes, haaaa, that haaaa, that was very hot.” As he finished speaking, his hands started to go for the blindfold.
I all but jumped off the bed, camera still recording, and re positioned myself to catch his full face as he took off the blindfold. I got the shot and turned toward the bathroom to conceal the camera. I told him to relax while I got him a hot cloth to clean up the mess. I went to the bathroom and ran some water while I watched the movie. I had done a really good job, considering. I could see his face very clearly at the end.
After he was done cleaning up and had left I cut short my playday. I cleaned up and figured out what to do.
About an hour later I left the motel office with a new agreement that the manager and I could both live with. He appreciated my “reasonable” side and willingness to not keep e-mailing the movie to the motel. In return, I respected his good taste to not pursue fucking with my social standing. I would pay for my rooms with either a courtesy blowjob or a fuck. If that couldn’t happen I would either have an IOU or pay ¼ price. Either way I would get a “suite” with a big TV, two beds and always a huge mirror.
Later he ended up being a fairly decent friend. In fact he has even helped me to meet some of his fellow closeted motel manager buddies who I can get the same deals with. Not bad. Although, I must confess, I still haven’t paid for a motel room with money for quite a while.
I love sleazy places. I feel at home and strangely comfortable. The motel I used in my home city was comfortable. I guess it was too comfortable.
One day about two weeks after the Levonne whore-fest I went to the same motel with a wonderful afternoon of phone sex, porn, masturbation, and perhaps random strange cocks planned. There was a possibility that a guy I met in an arcade would stop in and fuck me.
I dressed in my usual- all black slutty clothes, the strappy heels, the thigh-high stockings, the waist cincher with six double-attaching points, my spandex panties, the satin bra, the shoulder length Lycra gloves and added my favorite leather choker. My auburn hair was perfect and my makeup was striking. My lips looked primed for cocksucking. They were dark red and coated with a ton of gloss. My eyes were shadowed warmly behind my dark eyelashes and liner. My rouge was subtly dark and defining. I checked myself out in the mirror and stroked my cock- I was hot.
I left off the skirt for the time being because I knew I was going be stroking quite a bit, and I didn’t need to get even more lube all over it…
Just after I got on the chat line I inserted my dark chocolate-brown dildo (coincidence- nope!). I positioned my ass on chair and began riding it as I listened to chat adds. I watched myself in the mirror while I skillfully deep-fucked my pseudo black cock. I manipulated the dildo against my g-spot.
I smiled and knew I was going to have a good time. In an hour I could call David, the guy I had met a day before and invite him over as we’d arranged.
I was planning to masturbate and get myself a good hot cum before he showed, and maybe, I could get some action from the line too.
Ten minutes into my session I heard a knock on the door. I slowly hung up the phone and listened. I was terrified.
The knock became a pound accompanied by, “Hey, ah, this is the manager, I know you’re there, just let me in.”
Holy shit!!! I moved fast and did the best I could. I scooped up the towel, grabbed my slutwear and sex stuff. I went to the bathroom and closed the door partially and said in my boy voice, “I can’t come to the door right now. Could you come back in a few minutes?” I almost forgot to revert to my “normal” voice.
“No, ah I am sorry to have to do this but I have to come in. So, I’m going to open the door. Ok, here I come.”
I realized I’d somehow lost the dildo in my ass and dropped it on the floor. I had no time to think. I closed the door and started to remove my wig and un-strap my stockings.
I heard him open the door and step in. He closed the door with a slam. “Hey I think I know what you’re doing in here and we may have a serious problem.” I could hear him say that as he walked to the bathroom door. I was not any good at stalling him. I was shaking.
“Hey look, I don’t want to have to call the cops, so just open the door right now and let’s talk about what you’re doing in my motel. Ok? Look I know you are probably dressed like a woman. Lets just get this sorted out without any cops.”
Cops…oh fuck. This could be trouble.
“Come on, just open the door Like I said, I have kinda noticed what you do here…guys showing up and leaving after a half hour or so. You check in as a guy and leave looking like a whore, then come back with other guys. I get it. Cheap motel, no one really cares…I get it. Like I said, I need to talk to you.”
Still in my guy voice I tried to bargain with him. “Well, can you give me a few minutes, I’m not really presentable, I’m not clothed.”
“No, I think you are probably very presentable and I want you to open up right now. Also, I want to hear that gurly voice I have heard through the walls a few times.”
Huh? Very presentable? Gurly voice? What the fuck was this shit? I could not face him in-between personas, so I re-fastened my garter belt and fixed my hair, wondering if this was the last time I would do this. Oh well. I opened the door and saw the manager standing half way between the toilet door and my laptop, which was still running transsexual porn. He was in his late 40’s, “husky,” and slightly balding. He had straight long dirty blonde hair and was clean-shaven and wearing dark blue jeans and a red shirt.
Next to his left foot was the glistening lubricated black dildo. He had found me out.
I covered my cock and emerged from the bathroom.
“Ok, that’s what I thought. Look I can’t have you creating a problem here. I can’t have you putting my business at risk for nothing. Ok?” He paused. “I knew when all those black men were here last week and those other guys before, and that other couple of guys that one time... I knew that something was going on. The first time I saw you dressed as a woman I saw you leave and thought you were a pro that I had missed coming in. Well, now that I see you up close I have to tell you that I can’t let this situation continue without some changes. I run a decent motel, a lot nicer than the other places on the boulevard. It stays that way because I keep it that way. Ok?”
I wanted to get this over with. I could change in my car, I just wanted to escape right then. “Ok, I’ll go if you want me too. I am sorry for any problem I’ve caused. I’ll be gone in a few minutes.”
“Look I know you have been coming here and hanging out for quite a while. I guessed that this was why, and I just don’t want any d**gs, or problems with the law, ok?”
“I understand completely. I’ll just change and go, ok?”
“Are you on d**gs, or doing prostitution?”
“Of course not. I don’t do d**gs. This is my vice.” I said gesturing at my tits and legs. “I only dress like a whore. Look, I’m sorry and I’ll go.”
“You know, ah, well… think there is another option.”
What? I looked him over and saw that he was actually checking me out. Could he have become obsessed with me? He said he’d listened to me through the wall. He’d probably heard all sorts of nasty things. I pieced it together in an instant. No shit, another option. He was bi and wanted me to blow him.
He smiled the slightest of smiles and swallowed as he decided to take this into new territory. “Look, I don’t really like guys, but you, you look like a hot woman. I have been watching you for a while.” As he said this he began groping his cock through his pants. “So…why don’t we just take care of this between us?” He watched me for a sign of rejection. I was scared and still watching the situation develop. Then he said, “Lets just handle this here and now between you and me.” With that he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and stroked it.
I was instantly relieved. I felt the fear evaporate. I needed some way to protect myself and possibly be able to implicate him. Otherwise he could manipulate me forever with the personal information he had on me. I had an idea.
“Well,” I said, transitioning back to my seductive fem-voice, “I’m sure we can reach mutual satisfaction.” I un-cupped my cock and let it swing to and fro as I strutted over to him and got onto my knees in worship position.
I looked up at him as I took his semi-limp cock onto my mouth with a suck. I swirled his sweaty meat around in my mouth and got him hard. Once he was hard he was just over seven inches and actually a respectable piece of hard meat.
After about 2 minutes of my mouth the manager leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling. I knew he was already getting close. I had to act fast to even the odds. He had obviously not thought of everything. I stood up and took charge. I seductively wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my head down to kiss his mouth and rub his cock with my leg. I was really getting into the act and he liked it. I broke the kiss and moaned a soft breathy “Mmmm, ooah” into his ear. I felt his hands wrap around me and then move downward to my leather cincher. He pawed my ass cheeks and reached around to feel my tits. He moaned and groped my sexy silicon tits. I looked down as he rubbed the nipple like a real tit and looked up at me. I moaned and then kissed him again, grinding against him. “Let’s put you on the bed, ok?” I asked.
He nodded and we broke our embrace. I led him by hand to the bed and sat him on the edge. I leaned him back and undressed his lower body. He looked thinner all stretched out like that.
I felt really sleazy. I pulled his underwear off and told him to raise his legs up. I saw his ass and it was clean enough. “Mmmmmm,” I said, diving down onto his browneye. I licked him for a moment. He went wild. “Oh my gawd! Holly shit ohhh!” I swirled him about ten or fifteen times and backed away. “I have a hair stuck in my throat, don’t move, I need some lube too.” He looked concerned. “Relax,” I said, “It’s for me, not you.” I stood straight, like a well-practiced and cultured slut. I pivoted and walked to the bathroom. I coughed, to cover the sound of unzipping my little camera bag. “I got it!” I called to him. I retrieved my lube and another item. I hid it in back, under my cincher. I returned with the same sultry poise I left with. “Now where was I?” I returned to my submissive position and went down on his cock. He moaned and said how good it felt.
Of course its good, motherfucker, I’m an exceptional cock sucking slut.
I started to tease him and play with his ass with my finger. He confessed he’d always wanted to see what that was like. Good, I thought, this will be easier than anticipated. I lifted off his cock long enough to tell him that he knew how much I loved it.
“Yeah, you’re a regular nymphomaniac, you fucking…Ohhhhhh.”
I shoved a finger deep inside his ass. I quickly rubbed his prostate. He squirmed. I thought he was about to cum and I was going to miss my opportunity. So I lifted off him entirely and looked him in the eye and paused. I waited until he was calm and then I said in a breathy femme voice, “I want to ride your cock. I want to fuck you with my cunt.”
He smiled and I climbed on top. I lubed him well and guided him into me. I told him to let me do all the work. In a flash I was bouncing on his cock at a really good pace. His cock was popping me just right. I stroked my cock and rode him well. I got close to cumming and noticed that he was getting here too.
I stopped and dismounted his husky body. “Hey, I get a turn on you too, you know,” I said.
“But I-“
“Mmm exactly, I want your butt too!” I got close to his face and moaned into his ears, “I want to fuck your tight ass. Lift your knees up to your face.” He complied and was on his tummy.
I knelt and squeezed his cock as I went down on his ass- something I rarely do. He only spoke for a moment and then just moaned. I fetched the camera from my cincher and got it ready. I stopped my analingus but continued rubbing his cock and said, “I know you are scared. Don’t be. I will be slow and gentle. I have broken in many virgins like you. I’m only going to fuck you for a moment or two, ok?”
He moaned and kind of nodded.
With that I began the break-in process that was always successful, for me, at least. I rubbed the lube around on his hole and slowly pushed my finger in. I finger-fucked him slowly and teased his prostate. Then I added another finger and “scissored” them around in his ass for a moment. He was actually cleaner that I expected, but was still a bit ripe. Fortunately, he was generally clean on the inside. He moaned as I fingered his depths. I massaged his prostate and teased his cock with my other hand. And then, when he was really in the mood, I said, “Let me make it hotter for you honey, let me do for you what the person who busted my cherry did for me. Let me blind fold you ok? In guarantee it will make this so much hotter.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he wavered.
I rubbed his g-spot and in a whiny voice said, “I’ll be extra careful…you will love it.”
He agreed and I sprang up to get a leather blindfold given to me in by a sugar-daddy type a couple of years before this.
Seconds later it was secured and I was giving his ass one last glop of lube. I placed my cock against his virgin asshole and said I was going to start. I eased my cockhead against him and pierced his hole. He tensed up and I told him to relax in a soothing femme voice. I eased out and let him calm himself. Then I massaged his cock and told him to push out when I pushed it. He did and I pushed in again, working my entire head into his tight white ass.
He breathed out in heavy deep breaths. He began to sweat a little. He moaned as I eased in more. Now my cockhead and the first portion of my shaft were in him and stopped. I felt his pulse surrounding my cock. “There, there, honey, that’s better.” I purred “Mmmmmmm. So tight, so nice. Mmmmmm, just like mine.”
He could only breathe hard as I masturbated him and eased my length in. I kept speaking to him in a sexy, smooth and soothing femme voice. I began jacking him a little longer and faster as I eased my cock deeper, finally reaching his little g-spot. He squirmed and his head shot back against the bed when I popped his prostate. He almost let go of his knees.
I smiled and imagined his new feelings, his new ecstasy. A bulbous cockhead feels more intense than the touch of a pointed finger. I love it, and he seemed to also.
I waited until he calmed and then I started to pull out and push back in. I fucked him slow for a second stroke and pushed my left hand down on his cock and held it there, applying an erotic pressure on his shaft.
I reached around my back with my right hand and worked my digital camera free from the back of my cincher. I turned it on behind my back and pushed the action button three times to put it in movie mode. I brought it around to my right leg and checked to make sure it was ready. It was. Then I hit record and held it on him for a few fuck thrusts. He did better than I’d hoped.
“Oh god, oh fuck I never knew it could be like this. Oh! Oh! Oh!” he said in unison with my thrusts. “Oh my god I... I ah! Feel your cock in my ass!”
I smiled to myself, just what I needed.
Maybe I could get more before one of us came. He really did have a nice tight virgin ass. “Tell me how much you love my cock in your hot little ass! Tell me!” I yelled in a demanding “Mistress” voice with a little added v******e to my thrusts.
“Oh! Oh! I love it! I love it!”
“You love what?”
I love your cock in my ass!”
With that I had all I needed. I had shot a closeup of my cock in his ass and then panned out to show his face and then zoomed back in to show his anal intrusion again. I’d gotten him to confess to loving my assfucking. I was getting close and I really wanted to get the “money shot.” I rubbed his cock and made him cum.
When he started I said, “Stoke your fucking pathetic cock you fucking faggot bastard!” He was overcome by lust as I pulled out of him and relieved the orgasmic pressure in his cavity. I did my best to keep the camera on the action as I watched him cum all over himself. I made sure the camera was nice and low. I stroked my cock. When I knew I was about to shoot I ordered him to “Open your mouth! I am going to cum on your face! I am gonna cum all over you, bitch-boy!” I stood over him in my high-heels on the cheap bed and aimed my slick rigid cock downward. I stroked it a couple more times and blasted his face with cum. The camera caught it all- my cock, garter belt, stockings, heels along his chest and under his shoulders. My aim was impeccable and the shots of cum hit him on his nose, his cheeks, and his open mouth. He squirmed as my load dropped into his throat.
I smiled for a moment and then a wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me. I nearly lost my balance. I struggled to maintain and stroked the last of my cum out. I lowered the camera and got a close-up of his cum-covered face and then giggled. I said, “That was pretty hot right? You like getting your face covered in cum right? Oh yeah, If your buddies could only see that, Mmmmm…”
He’d lowered his legs now and was breathing really hard as his own orgasm subsided. He moaned “Yes, haaaa, that haaaa, that was very hot.” As he finished speaking, his hands started to go for the blindfold.
I all but jumped off the bed, camera still recording, and re positioned myself to catch his full face as he took off the blindfold. I got the shot and turned toward the bathroom to conceal the camera. I told him to relax while I got him a hot cloth to clean up the mess. I went to the bathroom and ran some water while I watched the movie. I had done a really good job, considering. I could see his face very clearly at the end.
After he was done cleaning up and had left I cut short my playday. I cleaned up and figured out what to do.
About an hour later I left the motel office with a new agreement that the manager and I could both live with. He appreciated my “reasonable” side and willingness to not keep e-mailing the movie to the motel. In return, I respected his good taste to not pursue fucking with my social standing. I would pay for my rooms with either a courtesy blowjob or a fuck. If that couldn’t happen I would either have an IOU or pay ¼ price. Either way I would get a “suite” with a big TV, two beds and always a huge mirror.
Later he ended up being a fairly decent friend. In fact he has even helped me to meet some of his fellow closeted motel manager buddies who I can get the same deals with. Not bad. Although, I must confess, I still haven’t paid for a motel room with money for quite a while.
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