This choice: The owner comes over, helping you to your feet. • Go Back...Chapter #4The owner comes over, helping you to your feet. by: Mr. George   She walks with an elegance and natural grace in shoes that look almost as high as your own. Reaching down, she helps you to your feet. Glad for that, if nothing else.
"I think there's been some kind of mistake." you offer optimistically. "I was heading to a business meeting."
"You said, 'I'm a woman', does that mean you're not normally?"
"Uh-huh..." you confirm.
"I like it when it's former men I get to play with..." She gives your ass a playful smack. Not so much it hurts, but enough to make it ripple.
"You'll recognise this then..." She gestures to another woman that you hadn't noticed until now.
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"Oh, yes... She knows." The woman with the strap-on says with a purr.
"I'm hard to satisfy." she warns you.
You reach to remove your boots. But your fingers quake too much to be useful, and the laces are far too long for any hope of escape.
The owner, shifts her grip. "Oh... No... That's not allowed, spoiling our fun and games this soon."
She heaves you towards the wall. Your legs moving like a disjointed puppet to keep you upright. A pressure at your waist, and you collapse forward. Legs straight, she kicks them wider, your hands reach for the wall. Now essential for keeping you upright. She holds you in place, bent over and vulnerable.
The new woman runs a hand down your spine.
"Don't worry, I'll kiss it better at the end." her hand plucks at your one piece swimsuit, pulling it aside. Her fingers are chill as she caresses your lips. Shaking your head in denial, you realise they weren't just cold, they were covered in lube.
Her hands settle at your waist holding your gently but firmly in place. With a single smooth thrust, she's in you... she fills you....
A gasp, a moan, a sensual whimper are your degrading responses. Her grip tightens, and she gets a steady rhythm going. Your gasps turn to grunts, and back to moans, as your body responds. The moans intensify, as her hands move from your waist to mauling your breasts.
Someone asks for more, deeper, harder, more... more ... more...
To your humiliation, it's your new voice that begging... that's demanding more.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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