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Room 419, Part One free porn video
"SUBJECT: Your instructions- comply or be punished"
Day 1- An odd subject for an email from an address she didn't recognize. Intrigued, she opened it and begin to read. somewhat alarmed but also excited, she began to make mental calculations on how to comply. Reading on, she was expected to be at a small boutique hotel in DC in less than three days. "How will I ever be able to do that", she wondered to herself. And who sent me this? Shaking her head, she then thought, "what the hell am I thinking?" I'm happily married and I get a bizarre email from a stranger telling me to meet him in a strange hotel. This Friday. In DC! This is just silly.
She closed her email and went on about her day, not giving it a second thought. She came home, helped her daughter with her homework, did some laundry, read, watched some tv, a normal night... Yet, she was distracted and her mind wandered. Before she went to bed, she re-opened the email. Her eyes found the words, "comply or be punished". What did that mean? Who did she know that would threaten her? She had a wonderful marriage and had always been faithful. As she reread those stern words, her hand found itself between her legs, slowly rubbing her wet pussy and gently squeezing her clit. She hadn't trimmed for several weeks and she self consciously read the instruction in the email that she was to be 'completely shaved'. Although she did so monthly, the thought of a stranger commanding her to do so made her even wetter.
This is insane, I've got to stop this, she thought to herself and closed the email. Flushed, she went upstairs and washed her face and brushed her teeth. Kissing her husband and slowly meeting his embrace her mind was somewhere else. They made love and, like always, it was good. Very good. Probably better than most couples who have been married for over 20 years, she often thought to herself. But there was an edge tonight. A hunger and an abandon that usually wasn't present. As her husband slowly sucked and nibbled on her excited clit, she found herself grabbing his hair and forcing his head into her sopping pussy and began fucking his face. Hard. Harder than she had ever done before. She found herself clawing her husband's back and ass as he drove his hard cock deep into her sopping wet pussy. As her husband fucked her she found herself thinking about what the unknown author of the email meant by her being 'punished' and found herself both repelled and excited at the same time.
After she and her husband finished making love she lay awake excited, exhausted and confused. I'm married, I'm happy and I'm satisfied, she reasoned to herself. Yet she found herself quietly turning on her kindle and rereading the email even though she knew its contents by heart now. Almost u*********sly, as if drawn, she found herself quietly getting out of bed and walking softly to the bathroom. Leaving the lights off so as not to disturb her husband, she found herself balancing her kindle in one hand, the words in the email burning themselves into her brain, her other hand stroking her wet pussy. She was in ecstasy as she quickly shoved two fingers deep into her soaking pussy and rubbed her clit furiously with her thumb. Not satisfied, she slid a third and fourth finger in and rammed her own pussy with abandon, almost fisting herself. She felt electric pulses shooting throughout her body, feeling a level of pleasure she had never felt before. She threw her head back, bit her tongue and felt her eyes roll back into her head as she violently fucked herself to a shattering orgasm; her eyes clenched shut and sparks shooting through the blackness. As she sat sweating, convulsing and out of breath she wondered what was happening to her? She never masturbated and she certainly never did so while thinking about a vulgar email from a complete stranger. She made a promise to herself to get her head straight and forget about this madness. She wiped herself down and her finger hovered over the delete button. Yet she hesitated. She instead closed the email, shut her kindle down and slowly and quietly crawled into bed next to her sleeping, loving husband.
Day 2- The next morning found her exhausted, confused, exhilarated and agitated. She mindlessly wandered through the day, almost on autopilot. She u*********sly played the email script through her mind. It was a sick game by someone she didn't know. She should simply delete it, forget it and move on, back to the present and her happy, satisfying life with a husband who loved her deeply and three c***dren who brought her so much joy. Why would she risk all that by complying with an email that directed her to do things in such a rude manner? Yet she found herself rereading it and replaying the mental images in her mind. She again found herself in the bathroom, furiously masturbating and simultaneously wondering what she was becoming and taking immense pleasure in the forbidden fantasy. She resolved herself to deleting the email and moving on. Then why was she silently inventorying her closet to see if she had the items the email told her to bring? Why, then, did she linger in the shower, taking extra time to shave her pussy completely bald as she had been ordered to? Why was she thinking of excuses to tell her husband so she could wind up in a hotel in DC because a man whom she had never met, and had no idea who he was, had ordered her to do so? Why, if she wanted to move on, was her pussy now constantly wet?
As the day wore on, she found herself becoming irritable. Was she creating a conflict with her husband to rationalize a 'girls' night out'? She sat quietly at dinner and found herself withdrawn and sullen. Her husband went to bed and she sat in her family room, tv off, embracing the darkness and wondering what life would be like after tomorrow night. She sat upright, shocked. She had somehow made a mental leap from thinking this was a silly email and a harmless fantasy to already resolving in her mind that she would go through with this and comply withe the instructions. What had she become?
Day 3- She woke up with a start and realized that she was going to go through with this. In just 48 short hours, she had been drawn, as if pulled by an invisible hand, to an unknown room with an unknown man and willingly submit herself to his desires. Her stomach fluttered as she went about her morning, attempting to act naturally but throughout the day, she felt that everyone she met could see through her and could see her hidden secret laid bare. She prepared a meal and put it in the refrigerator with a note for her husband. She then went upstairs and stood beneath the hot stream in the shower, letting it pulsate on her skin like thousands of hot needles. She felt as if every sense was on fire, her body aflame; she felt wonderfully alive. As she soaped her body her fingers slowly wandered to her nipples. They were hard and sensitive. She twisted and pinched them slowly, wondering what attention they might receive later. Her fingers then found their way to her aching pussy and she began to massage her firm clit. After bringing herself to a fiery orgasm, she began to focus on preparing herself. She slowly ran a razor up her sparely legs and then soaped her pussy, taking special care to make sure she shaved it completely bald as instructed. She then turned off the water and began toweling herself off, wondering if her lightheadedness was nerves or excitement. As a slow smile crept across her face, she decided it was probably both.
She dried her hair and pinned it up in a loose bun as she was directed, her beautiful face framed by sexy bangs. She then started to put on her make up exactly as she was told to. When finished, she was transformed. She had never done her make up like this before and she as surprised by what looked back at her in the mirror. Dark, heavy eye shadow, red cheeks and blood red lips gave her a seductive look that was at once startling to her but also extremely arousing. 'I am not a whore but I damned sure look like one now', she mused to herself. That thought disturbed her until she realized that she was making herself up in a way she never had to encounter a man she had never met in a place she had never been. 'If I'm not a whore then what in the hell am I doing?' She asked the mirror. She steeled her nerves and pushed her second thoughts out of her head. She then sat on the edge of her bathtub and painted her finger and toenails a deep sensuous shade of red.
She went to her night table and began to get the items she had bought yesterday and carefully hidden from her husband. First she rolled the sheer nude red-seamed stockings up her freshly shaven legs. Then she stepped into the red sheer micro-thong. It could hardly be called a thong- the thin triangle of material barely covered her completely shaved pussy. She then clasped the sheer red garter belt around her waist and clipped the stockings to the belt. She smoothed the stockings up her legs and felt a jolt of electricity as her fingers ran up her smooth, nylon-covered legs. Finally, she put her arms through the red sheer cupless bra. It was little more than a shelf, pushing her full round breasts up and out. She then went to her closet and put on her nude colored sling back heels. She felt a pang of guilt as she remembered how much her husband loved them but how she refused to wear them for him. And yet here she was willingly sliding her feet into them because a mysterious stranger demanded it. She reached into the very back of her night table to get the last item. She giggled as she held it in her hands then sighed deeply. She slowly pulled the thin, red satin and rhinestone studded dog collar around her neck and fastened the buckle. She walked slowly into the bathroom and looked at herself from head to toe. She was transformed. Two days ago she was a devoted wife and mother. But that's not what she saw this afternoon. What she saw was something altogether different. A woman who was willingly offering herself up to be used like a cheap whore by a complete stranger. She thought for a moment as she admired her lingerie framed body, which one was she?
She quickly went downstairs and got her tan trench coat out of the closet and put it on, cinching the strap around her waist tightly. She tugged on the bottom of the coat to cover her red stocking tops but when she made the slightest move, they peeked out from underneath her coat. Her old normal self would have been embarrassed, really her old normal self would have never worn such a thing in public but this new person was turned on by the display.
She then phoned her neighbor and asked her to pick up her daughter from school because she had to run some unspecified errands. She then called her husband at work. After several rings she was relieved to hear his voicemail. She told him her boss had invited her out to dinner and that she would not be home late. She knew she would be late but decided to cross that bridge when she came to it...
She hustled to her car, making certain her neighbors didn't see her outfit and, pulling on her sunglasses, drove quickly to the metro. She parked and when she moved to take the keys from the ignition, she realized her hands were shaking. It was a cool but not cold evening but then she realized she was shaking from anticipation and excitement. She ran a quick hand down to her pussy and it came away soaking wet. She had drenched her sheer panties and was quick to get out so she didn't get any of her pussy juice on the seat of her car. Whatever doubts or reservations she may have had before, we're long gone now. She stood tall and pushed her shoulders back and walked to the metro station.
As she boarded the metro, still wearing her sunglasses, she felt every set of eyes on the train staring at her. A group of black teenagers made lewd comments about her, loud enough for her to hear. Ordinarily she would have been deeply offended but she slowly smiled behind her sunglasses and let their vulgar suggestions wash over her body as she took it all in. She felt herself transforming into an almost alter ego state and if they wanted to call her a dirty slut, tonight, now, on the train, that was fine with her. Her stop finally came and she exited. She was met with more stares and several people commented on "that dirty slut wearing a dog collar". She ignored them and walked several blocks, the breeze blowing her coat open as she moved. She surprised herself by not moving to pull the coat shut as it blew open, exposing her stockings and wet nylon covered pussy.
After several minutes, she entered the tony Wilson hotel and went to the concierge desk where an older gentlemen eyed her slowly from toe to head as if he was mentally undressing her. "Room 419, please". Her voice was not her own. She was confident and resolute. She was here. She was into this up to her neck and she was going to see it through, come what may. The concierge slipped the room key across the desk with a knowing look. 'Did he know about this?', she wondered. Then she realized that with how she was dressed he most likely thought she was a prostitute. The thought actually excited her now. She slowly walked across the lobby, her high heels clicking like thunder across the gleaming polished tile floor. She pushed the button in the elevator and prepared to cross the threshold into the unknown. She didn't think into the future to wonder if this would change her- she was in the moment and thrilled and aroused by the possibilities. After what seems like an eternity, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. She turned to her right and strode down the hall towards the room and an adventure she was now deeply longing for. She arrived at room 419 and slid the card into the slot in the door. She turned the handle and removed her sunglasses. She stepped in and knew there was no going back now.
She stepped into the room and into the darkness, the only light provided by the lights from outside, shining through the opened d****s. Closing the door behind her, she stood, listening and allowing her eyes to adjust from the bright hallway. She slowly walked around the small, trendy hotel, noticing the large bed with a padded headboard, the sleek, modern furniture and the soft, thick carpet. Once she scanned the room, confirming that she was alone, she noticed an armless chair in the middle of the room. On the chair sat a red parchment box tied with an expensive, thick black ribbon. Moving cautiously towards the box, she reached for it and picked it up. It felt fairly light but wasn't empty. She sat the box down and pulled gently on the ribbon. Lifting the lid off the box, she saw the contents were wrapped in black tissue paper. She pulled the paper apart and saw three items in the box. The first was a small red envelope. The second, a red satin blindfold, and the third, thigh high patent leather boots with extremely high heels. She turned the envelope over and slid her ring beneath the flap, pulling it open. Inside was a thick, card stock card with type written instructions:
1- put on the boots
2- sit in the chair
3- put on the blindfold
She turned the card over, looking for some indication as to who wrote it. She stood and pondered. 'The room is empty. I could turn around, walk out, go home to my loving husband and wonderful family and no one would be any the wiser. Just walk away and forget this silly game once and for all', she said silently to herself. But as she was saying these words to herself, she leaned against the wall, lifted her foot and slid off her sling back heels. She could leave. She wasn't going to though...
Sitting on the chair, she slid her feet into the boots and zipped them up slowly. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrored closet doors and her breath caught in her throat. There stood this beautiful 40-something mother and wife, in a strange hotel room. Dressed (if you could call it that) in red satin lingerie that covered virtually none of her, seamed stockings and thigh high patent leather boots, made up like a hooker. She felt at once degraded and more excited than she had ever been. And she tingled with excitement and anticipation because this, she told herself, as the beginning of a night she would never forget, for better or worse...
She moved to the chair and slowly sat down, her hands slightly trembling and pulled the red satin blindfold over her eyes. Her pussy was dripping wet with excitement and she could hardly hold her hands in her lap. She squared her shoulders and willed herself to calm down. So she sat. She sat for what seemed like an eternity. In a dark hotel room, willingly surrendering herself to be used by a mysterious stranger.
She sat quietly, nervously and heard footsteps outside the door. She listened as a card key slid into the slot, she heard the lock catch and the handle turning. She held her breath as she heard the door open and realized that she didn't hear it close. Whatever was going to happen in room 419 tonight was one thing but she certainly didn't want other guests in the hotel to know about it! Yet, instead of protesting, instead of getting up and walking out, she sat. And waited.
She heard soft footsteps moving closer to her and she tensed and sucked in her breath and held it for a moment. She shivered as she felt a soft fingertip trace her shoulder. He walked behind her as he ran a cool finger along her upper back, up and then back down her neck and across her other shoulder. She felt him standing in front of her and then softly moaned as he ran his finger across her chest, lightly brushing her rock hard nipples and then tracking a soft line up her neck, across her lips and along her nose to her forehead. He gently ran a line across her hair and softly stroked her ear. She sighed softly as she relaxed. She was in a state of arousal that she had never felt before and it was heightened by the stranger's silence and the blindfold she desperately wanted to tear off. She suddenly clenched her legs together tightly and realized she was cumming. Her orgasm came on like a strong wave and she pushed her boot clad feet deep into the carpet. It was so unexpected that it felt even more intense, she had never had an orgasm with her pussy not even being touched. She gasped and then thought to herself that this would be a night she would never forget, no matter what happened. As she caught her breath, she realized the stranger was no longer touching her. Was he standing there watching her as she drown in ecstasy? Was he preparing for the next event? She wanted to tear the damned blindfold off but she hadn't been told to do so. She wondered how and why she was so quick to submit to this? She was a strong willed, independent woman, yet she willingly volunteered for this and was actually enjoying it. Would she enjoy the rest of the night?
She felt his soft but firm hands stroking her ankles and moaned softly. She was surprised at how gentle he was with her. She barely completed that thought when she felt him grab her ankles tightly and roughly force her legs apart. She heard him digging for something, it sounded like he was looking through a bag. She felt pressure on her right ankle and caught the scent of tanned, oiled leather. He fastened thick, rough straps to her ankles and paused. The straps had rings fastened to them that would help him complete his work later. Instead of being nervous or afraid, calm washed over her and she allowed herself to enjoy what was happening. She felt him repeat the task on her wrists as he fastened straps on her. The thick leather straps dug into her forearms and it was slightly uncomfortable but not painful. Should she complain? 'Like it would hardly matter', she mused to herself.
She then felt him trace the collar on her neck and she felt relieved. He was going to take the damned thing off! She thought it was silly and humiliating so she willingly tilted her head down to give him access to the buckle. She felt his strong, confident fingers work the buckle and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, startled, she realized he was replacing it with a thick leather collar that was much firmer and less comfortable. She protested silently and shook her head. Her resistance was greeted by a firm slap to her right thigh. The stinging blow startled her and she stopped moving to allow him to finish buckling the collar. She should have stood up, then and there, and ended this game. But she sat silently and allowed him to complete his task. She felt slight pressure and heard a clicking sound. She felt cool metal on her shoulder and between her breasts and realized he had attached a heavy chain leash to the collar. She felt vulnerable, humiliated and more aroused than she had ever felt before. She could feel her pussy flowing with juices and the building of a second, stronger orgasm as she sat and waited...
She felt his firm hand reach under her arm and lift her so she was standing. He guided her to the bed and he pushed her face down, positioning her so her head was handing forward off the bed. She heard him step to the side of the bed and roughly pull her right ankle up. He pulled her right arm back and she felt him attach her ankle strap to her wrist. He repeated the procedure on her left side and when he was finished, she was stretched back slightly, her back arched and her head up. She was uncomfortable, but not in pain and she was intensely curious about what would happen next.
She didn't have to wait long as she felt him tracing his hard cock on her face. He rubbed the moist head on her cheeks and across her lips. She felt him gently force the tip of his cock between her lips so she opened her mouth, almost by instinct. He started to slowly pump his hard, veiny cock in and out of her mouth and she responded by sliding her tongue out and along the bottom of his shaft. He began slowly increasing the tempo and working his cock deeper into her throat, inch by inch. She found that because her head was pulled back he was able to get his cock deeper down her wet throat than any cock she had sucked before. She found the sensation extremely arousing and began meeting his thrusts with hard sucking on his swollen cock. He grabbed her hair and began to forcefully drive his cock deep into her throat. He withdrew his cock as she gasped for air and then forced it all the way back into her waiting mouth. She felt his shaved balls slap her chin and his pubic hair tickle her nose. She realized that his entire cock was impaling her throat. The thought was both terrifying and profoundly erotic. As she completed the thought, her second orgasm exploded and caused her to lose her vision momentarily.
He pulled his cock completely out and then slammed it home again. He repeated this, each time his cock becoming wetter as it was coated with her spit. She felt him grab the leash and tug her head back further so he could get his cock even deeper into her throat. Her face and his rock hard cock were now covered in spit and as he withdrew his cock before the next thrust, her drool dripped onto the soft, white bed. Even though she couldn't see what was happening, she thought this was incredibly erotic and and intense. He withdrew his cock completely as she gasped for air and was shocked as she felt him slap her face with his wet cock. No one had ever done this to her before and she shook her head to resist. When she did this, she felt a hard jerk on the leash and a sharp slap across her left ass cheek. He then slapped her right cheek even harder and she gave up her resistance. He alternated jamming his hard cock down her throat and slapping her now reddened face with it. After several minutes she felt him with draw his dick and felt him forcing his hot, shaved balls into her mouth. She hesitated ever so slightly. Sensing this, he rewarded her reluctance with two firm slaps to her ass, which was now red and bore deep handprints where he had been repeatedly spanking her. But as he forced both of his balls into her mouth at the same time, she also felt a deep sexual ecstasy that was both new and frightening in its intensity. He withdrew his scrotum from her dripping, gasping mouth and she heard him step away. She lay there both spent and intensely excited, curious and nervous about what would follow.
She didn't have to wait long. She felt him grab the leash that was now tangled around her midsection and jerk it hard to the right, forcing her to roll over onto her back. She squealed in pain as her ankles, still bound to her wrists rolled underneath her. Her protest was rewarded by a sharp crack of pain to her left thigh. This was new, she realized. He had swatted her tender, exposed, stocking clad thigh with a sharp snap of a riding crop. She trembled and knew that she would receive much more pleasure and pain before this night was through. He unfastened her ankles from her wrists allowing her to stretch her legs briefly. Her relief was short-lived, however as he roughly pulled her legs apart and quickly but deftly fastened them to what felt like a length of rope somehow attached to the bed. Her head swam as he confidently did the same to her wrists. She lay there, naked, breathing heavily, spread eagled on a bed in a strange hotel being physically and mentally abused by a man she had never seen, who had never spoken a word to her and seemed to be bent on breaking her. The cumulative total of these facts caused her to spontaneously have her third and most intense orgasm of the night. She felt her pussy juice squirt out of her and drench her panties and the bed. With her release, her anxiety gave way to surrender and she began to look forward to her next test...
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