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 Added: Dec 15, 2008  
 Owner: CandaceMoon
 Total Stories: 1

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Just a story Part 1 (Report It)

It's cold out tonight, I think to myself as I watch car after car drive by. I got the call about an hour ago...I got myself ready: shower, makeup, an obscenely short mini skirt in a luscious velvet. A brocade tank for the top, underneath is the best part. A shelf bra, black lace which allows my nipples to be exposed, Black lace garter belt to match, holding up thirty dollar silk thigh highs with a seam running up the back. Oh and no panties, whores don't wear panties. And if you haven't guessed that's what I am. A whore, a call girl, a prostitute. Whatever you want to call it, it's all the same. I get paid to have sex with men I mostly don't know.
I have a few regulars, but even those guys I don't know. They've got money, but they've all got money. I don't come cheap.
I'm standing in the lobby of my apartment building where it's warm. I've got shit to deal with, doesn't everyone, but at least I don't have to stand out in the cold on a street corner to get business.
I work for an agency. I pay them 10% of what I make. Not too bad, much better than a pipm. Noone knows what I do, not even my close friends. I look like a very well put together business woman going out on the town.
As I'm watching, a BMW pulls up out front, black. That's the one I'm waiting for. As I walk out the door the passenger side door swings open. I get in and shut the door behind me. And to be honest, what I see in the drivers seat shocks the hell out of me.
Sue told me on the phone that this was a new guy. They ran they obligatory credit check on him and it turned out fine. He was the CEO of his own company apaarently, so when I expected the usual wimpy man with suit and tie and briefcase, I was dead wrong. This guy was completely unexpected. For starters, he was bald, completely shaven bald, just like my pussy come to think of it. Then there was the goatee and earrings. Jeans, 3/4 length leather jacket and built. He looked like a football player, broad shoulders, muscular, and cute. He did not look like the kind of guy that needed to pay for sex.
He starts the car down the road, I said, "Hello."
He turned his head to look at me with his amazing blue eyes, coldly, almost an appraising look and didn't say anything. Okay, I thought, not much of a talker, but the way he looked at me sent a shiver of excitement through my belly. And believe me, I'm not a girl who gets excited easily. I mean this is not my first time and I am nowhere near a blushing virgin.
We pull up outside of a Hilton Hotel, he stops by the door and tells me to go into the lobby and wait. I do. He comes in a few minutes later and checks in.
He gestures for me to follow to the elevator. Up to the fourth floor. Room 414. It's a nice room, but that's not why we are here. He walks over to the bed and for the first time I notice, he is carrying a bag. Another shiver runs through me, but for all I know there could be anything in there.
I take off my black satin jacket and throw it on the chair that's always near the desk. He takes off his jacket and throws it on the same chair, he sits down on the bed, I wait. "My name is Cynthia," I said, "Everyone calls me Cyn."
He chuckles a little and says, "How appropriate".
But he doesn't offer his own name. Instead he motions that I should go to him. I do. I stand before him and I can see the appreciation in his eyes as they travelup my body. "Take off your shirt", I hear him say.
I reach behind me to unzip my shirt and pull it off over my head. My long hair falls softly down my back as I throw my shirt onto the desk. It's fairly cool in the room and I can fell my bare nipples begin to stiffen. He extends one large hand to my breast and again I feel that flutter in my stomach. Get a grip on yourself girl, I tell myself. He's just a john, like all the others, no different. His hand touches my breast, my nipple and it's rough, calloused, and warm. The friction feels good on my sensitive skin, and I suck in a quick breath. Cooly, he looks at me. "Relax," he says, "I won't hurt you."
He grasps my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes gently. Then to the other breast. Pinching the other nipple. "What are your boundaries?" he askes as he rolls my erect nipple between his fingers.
"What won't you do, what can't I do to you?"
I clear my throat a little, ans say "Basically anything goes. No extreme stuff, no potty play, no animals. Anything else I'll do. Anal, group things, light bondage, I'm pretty open to a lot of things."
He simply continues fondling my tits as though he didn't hear. After a moment, he turns and unzips the bag. He brings out a leather collar, black. It buckles in the traditional way, like a dog collar. There are two circular rings attached to it, I assume meant for fastening chains or leads to. "We are going to play a game," he says, "i am going to put this collar on you and when I do, you will be my little slave, my little cockwhore. You will do what I say and there will be no discussions, no questions. I will be your master....."

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luv2cum		 (Report It)

nice story and i can't wait until i read the very end of it
herba...		 (Report It)

oh u so have to give us the ending of this wow u are very good
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