Aftermath
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After he came, he just got dressed and left. Taking my red thong with him as a souvenir. The thought makes me smile.
I keep laying on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. I can feel warm cum dripping out of my pussy and onto my skirt, though I don’t care. The skirt is all I’m wearing. Well, and my heels. He wanted me to keep them on while he was fucking me.
It was so different from the sex I have with Ben. I’m Ben’s princess. He’s gentle, tries to make everything right.
Brad didn’t ask me what I wanted, just gave me what I needed. He used me like a toy and it felt so good to let go. To loose control.
He made me come twice before his thrusting cock pumped his load inside of me. I wonder if there were people in the neighboring rooms. They must have heard me moan.
I’m reaching out for a pillow. Hugging it. Pressing it tight against my breasts, dozing off into a dreamless dream.
The alarm clock on the dresser shows 5:33 pm when I wake. I’m getting up slowly, slipping out of my heels and moving into the bathroom.
Eying my reflection in the huge mirror makes me laugh. I’m looking pretty rough. My hairdo didn’t survive the afternoon session. I remember how he took one of my pigtails in each of his hands, pulling me down on my knees, then holding on to them while he was shoving his dick in my mouth. Goosebumps again.
The cum on my skirt dried and left stains on the black fabric. I’m stripping it off, stepping into the shower. I was expecting to crave for a shower after fucking with Brad. To feel filthy and slutty and to regret what I did, though it’s nothing like that. The only reason for taking a shower is, to be presentable to the public again. So people don’t stare at me on my way home. It takes half an hour to reach that goal. When I leave the room, no one noticing me would expect that the innocent looking twentysomething with the yellow SpongeBob shirt just checked in under a false name in order to betray her boyfriend with a guy she didn’t even know. Well, no one but the desk clerk, maybe. It’s the same one who checked me in about 6 hours ago. There’s this short moment of hesitation when he takes my key and asks me if I enjoyed my stay. “Was awesome!” I reply with a wink, leaving him baffled on the counter.
All the evidence that’s left is contained in the shopping bag dangling from my wrist and I’m going to wash it all before Ben returns tomorrow. Maybe I’ll wear it to welcome him back…
I keep laying on the bed, sweaty and exhausted. I can feel warm cum dripping out of my pussy and onto my skirt, though I don’t care. The skirt is all I’m wearing. Well, and my heels. He wanted me to keep them on while he was fucking me.
It was so different from the sex I have with Ben. I’m Ben’s princess. He’s gentle, tries to make everything right.
Brad didn’t ask me what I wanted, just gave me what I needed. He used me like a toy and it felt so good to let go. To loose control.
He made me come twice before his thrusting cock pumped his load inside of me. I wonder if there were people in the neighboring rooms. They must have heard me moan.
I’m reaching out for a pillow. Hugging it. Pressing it tight against my breasts, dozing off into a dreamless dream.
The alarm clock on the dresser shows 5:33 pm when I wake. I’m getting up slowly, slipping out of my heels and moving into the bathroom.
Eying my reflection in the huge mirror makes me laugh. I’m looking pretty rough. My hairdo didn’t survive the afternoon session. I remember how he took one of my pigtails in each of his hands, pulling me down on my knees, then holding on to them while he was shoving his dick in my mouth. Goosebumps again.
The cum on my skirt dried and left stains on the black fabric. I’m stripping it off, stepping into the shower. I was expecting to crave for a shower after fucking with Brad. To feel filthy and slutty and to regret what I did, though it’s nothing like that. The only reason for taking a shower is, to be presentable to the public again. So people don’t stare at me on my way home. It takes half an hour to reach that goal. When I leave the room, no one noticing me would expect that the innocent looking twentysomething with the yellow SpongeBob shirt just checked in under a false name in order to betray her boyfriend with a guy she didn’t even know. Well, no one but the desk clerk, maybe. It’s the same one who checked me in about 6 hours ago. There’s this short moment of hesitation when he takes my key and asks me if I enjoyed my stay. “Was awesome!” I reply with a wink, leaving him baffled on the counter.
All the evidence that’s left is contained in the shopping bag dangling from my wrist and I’m going to wash it all before Ben returns tomorrow. Maybe I’ll wear it to welcome him back…
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