Fantasie du jour Office Display
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As somebody who loves shopping, especially for clothes, I'm no stranger to changing rooms. However, it might be one thing to undress in one located in a dress shop but it's quite another thing when that changing room is at back of a sex shop. You stand inside the tiny booth with me, leaning with your back to the door and watching while I remove all my clothes. One by one I hand you my things - my blouse, skirt, bra, shoes, pantyhose and finally, my panties.
You bundle all my clothes into an empty brown paper bag the store clerk has given you. My panic level climbs a notch when you drop it on the floor and gently kick it out under the door of the booth. From your brown bag of newly purchased things, you pull out a pair of broad, black leather cuffs for my wrists. There's a matching pair that you then secure around my ankles. The collar you've chosen for my neck fits snugly and, once in place, you swap places with me in the narrow booth and have me face the door.
An instant rush of unexpected delight hits me when I notice a peephole in the door and the movement of somebody just outside. You tell me to bend over and place my hands on the two wooden bench seats that flank the sidewalls inside the booth. There are eyebolts to which you lock my cuffed wrists. Behind me, you then help lift my legs so that I am on all fours and straddling the narrow width of the booth. After you lock my ankles in place, I realize my face is perilously close to the peephole.
The sound of your hand slapping my ass reverberates loudly in the booth and, no doubt, can be heard outside as well. You slap me hard and I can feel burning welts of the impression your hands leaves. It's difficult to remain silent, but I bite my lip and hold back the yelps.
There is some more movement just outside the door and I hear the man standing there unzip his trousers. I catch a glimpse of his underwear right before it too is pushed down his legs to join his trousers around his ankles. A moment later, a large, half-erect cock is presented through the hole right in front of my face.
"Suck it," you say.
I am loathed to do any such thing but you continue to slap my ass harder and harder until I am forced to obey.
There is a distinct taste of saltiness to the stranger's cock once it's in my mouth. Saliva forms instantly around it to dilute the taste, but swallowing forces me to suck harder and draw out the unusual, sweeter taste of juices seeping from the tip of his cock.
The sudden touch and sound of a vibrator you press against my clitoris take me by surprise. I immediately moan and squirm, sucking hard as well as I try to evade the pleasurable sensations now buzzing through me. My mouth clamps hard around the cock and I can feel it becoming solidly erect. It slowly fucks my face through the peephole while you continue to tease and torment my clit with the vibe.
If my mouth hadn't been completely filled with cock, I would have begged you to stop. The pleasure was intense and I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand it for very long. The touch of the smooth metal shaft gliding effortlessly into my pussy made me shudder and break out in a rash of goose bumps.
I had become so distracted by the vibe and my approaching orgasm that I wasn't prepared for the eruption of the stranger's cock in my mouth. I say 'eruption' because it was as furious as a volcano and the voluminous amount of his first spurt completely flooded the back of my mouth. I had barely managed to swallow it when a second and third volley of his thick jism shot to the back of my throat. I desperately sucked and swallowed it all, moaning loudly the whole while as you continued to assault my clit with the vibe.
I cannot draw in or gasp out any scanty, insubstantial breath or puff as I relapse and sink myself down the steaming, heated water of the Jacuzzi or sauna that I am bathing and taking a dip in. Water tears and hums and whirs all about me, damping and moistening my eyes as I snap and break them up open all at once and in an instant like a fleet, brisk, and quickie-some shot—ie. My flame brown hair is dank and wringing wet too and I even note and sight its twines and strings and strands inch...
Whilst in Stian's office... It is dim and gloomy; all so shadowy and lightless. I can not glimpse or make out anything at all with my bodily eyes. I cannot perceive and sight Stian Elbert ... my very own possessed and pleasantly handsome spouse. Of course! He is somewhere here with me in this bulky, sumptuous murky room of his office here at Rovich Central Hospital. I feel like I am all alone in the whole world; all alone ... with no one to stand by my side and alleviate and assist me out in...
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Whilst in Stian's office... It is dim and gloomy; all so shadowy and lightless. I can not glimpse or make out anything at all with my bodily eyes. I cannot perceive and sight Stian Elbert ... my very own possessed and pleasantly handsome spouse. Of course! He is somewhere here with me in this bulky, sumptuous murky room of his office here at Rovich Central Hospital. I feel like I am all alone in the whole world; all alone ... with no one to stand by my side and alleviate and assist me out...
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Triple Crap. Tonight, I have my hands solely bound and interlaced and knotted to the burly, virile-like, and sinewy rope and cord and hawser that is hitched and pinioned to the ceiling high up there overheard me. An adherent, gummy, icky, and claggy shred and wodge of cellophane tape is placed and settled and propped over my mouth, tethering and lashing and making fast my lips in a manner that I cannot switch and carry and stir about my frame and flesh-and-bones as I feel and desire like....
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I feel bored to tears. I feel fed up and tired with life itself and everything else. I am all by myself here at my house and dwelling, totally and figuratively doing nothing at all. Stian has departed off for work and I know that he will come back back any moment in a little while. Yes. I have to cook and steam and heat up dinner and evening meal for him. It is murky and gloomy outside with little if not any slim flicker of radiance and luminosity and the forest bordering our house is all...
I just don't comprehend it. What is this guy—surpassingly and extraordinarily and truly nice-looking—looking for in a worthless and valueless and rubbish girl like me. Well, if you opinion and think that because I see myself as this chicken-shit and pitiful and rubbishy and wretched, I can be simply and undeniably taken advantage of, then you are far and away and beyond question off target and erroneous and untrue about me. In truth! He is long-legged and towering high above my steep and...
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Triple Crap. Tonight, I have my hands solely bound and interlaced and knotted to the burly, virile-like, and sinewy rope and cord and hawser that is hitched and pinioned to the ceiling high up there overheard me. An adherent, gummy, icky, and claggy shred and wodge of cellophane tape is placed and settled and propped over my mouth, tethering and lashing and making fast my lips in a manner that I cannot switch and carry and stir about my frame and flesh-and-bones as I feel and desire like....
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