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CH 25
I dropped by the motel and the clerk had the pictures ready. I was delighted with those of me walking across the lot. I was in full sunlight and my nipples are clearly visible through the tank top. I hadn’t noticed at the time but in the back ground two men are staring at me in what I modestly must describe as awe. Very flattering. And the shots of the cab driver fondling my body are fantastic. The expression on his face as he lifted my skirt was incredible, and I had my hands on my hips looking down at him with a look of superiority on my face.
“You look like a dominatrix in that one,” the clerk commented.
“Really? Maybe I should have whipped the cabbie,” I said.
“You can whip me, anytime you want.”
I stared at him in astonishment. He’d never said anything like that before. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to get into that subject so I went back to the pictures.
I loved the ones of the cab driver’s hand between my legs, especially since the sun is sparkling off my pussy chain, but my favorite is when I was leaning in the window bent over and letting him squeeze my breasts. My skirt was so short that my pussy chain is visible from behind.
The pictures of Jefferson's writing on my body are fantastic. The best shows my body from my navel to a few inches below my pussy. The writing stands out clear and JR's brand is centered just below it. Below the brand my legs and the Y of my crotch line form a nice emphasis.
The clerk printed an eight by ten and a twenty by twenty four of the writing, and another twenty by twenty four of the cabbie with his hands on my boobs and pussy. I framed them and hung the large ones in a secret location in my home. I gave another smaller picture of the writing to Jefferson.
“Who is Jefferson Parnell?” the clerk asked.
I was surprised because I thought that he knew the detectives, but perhaps he didn't know their names.
“He's a client who likes to pretend that he's a cop,” I said. “He arrested me and handcuffed me to the bed. Then he screwed me while wearing a police uniform.”
“I thought that you didn't take on other clients,”
“This was a rare occasion,” I said.
He frowned at that. I knew that he was jealous.
“And who in hell is Linda Loose-Legs?” he demanded.
“Me.”
“What?”
“I'm Linda Loose-Legs. It's one of my names.”
“Why do you need extra names?”
“All we prostitutes have them. In case I get arrested or if some client turns out to be a weirdo and decides to stalk me he won't know my real name.”
“All right, but Linda Loose Legs? You must be kidding.”
“Not at all, don't you like it?”
He snorted. “It’s grotesque, it doesn't suit you.”
“But don't you think that it perfectly describes the slut that I am?”
“No. You're too classy.”
“Honey, I've been on more laps than a restaurant napkin.”
He just gave me a tired look.
“Ok, how about my real name?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Girdie.”
“Gerty?”
“No, Girdie, with a ‘d’. It's short for Mrs. Girdle Fitzsnuglee.”
He chuckled at that one.
I kissed him lovingly and left. On the way home I marveled that no matter how trashy I behaved, these men all refuse to believe that I am a whore. What do I have to do to convince them?
I came up with a plan.
I waited a couple of weeks until JR and I planned to meet at the motel. I asked if we could get there early because I would have to leave by three o'clock.
“Why is that?” he asked. “It's our day.”
“I know and I'm sorry, but we have family coming in to town and my mother is hosting a dinner and she asked me to help. I have to be there.”
“All right.”
Then I telephoned the desk clerk.
“How long have we known each other?” I asked.
“A long time,” he answered.
“And you've been asking to fuck me from the very beginning haven't you?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Well next Saturday is your lucky day.”
“What?” He was delighted.
“After my master finishes with me I'll come back and let you do anything you want.”
“Ok. How much?”
“I'll leave that up to you. Pay me what you think is fair.”
“You have a deal.”
“I’ve talked him into laving by three so you can have me until five o'clock, but I have to leave then, no matter what.”
“Sure.”
“Keep in mind that I'll be getting out of bed with one man to get into bed with you. Can you accept that? Sloppy seconds they call it?
“No problem.”
“Also, this will probably be a one-time occurrence; I still owe my loyalty to my master.”
“I can live with that.”
“See you Saturday.”
When I hung up it occurred to me that according to Jefferson, I had committed solicitation for prostitution and could be arrested. The very thought made my pussy tingle.
I called Jefferson.
“Are you free on Saturday night?” I asked.
“I could be, what's on your mind?”
“Well, I think that I will be in the mood to get a good sound spanking. Would you like to give it to me?”
“Yes.”
“Good, where do you want to meet?”
“How about dinner first?”
“That's nice of you, but I'll be coming from an early dinner with relatives and I won't be hungry. Can we just meet some place with a bed?”
“Sure, what have you got in mind?”
“My place will be unavailable, guests you see. What about yours?”
“Same problem,” he said. “My daughter will be home.”
“Will you have trouble getting away?”
“No, she's used to me getting called out at all hours. I can get away for a while but I can't stay out all night.”
“Oh, a few hours will be fine. What about some cheap motel on Colfax which would be fitting for a slut like me?”
“No, I'll get a room in a nice place.”
“I'd rather have a sleazy motel,” I said. “That way I can dress like a whore for you.”
“Jesus, how sleazy do you want?”
“Preferably one that the real hookers patronize, just as long as it's clean.”
“All right. I'll try to find a no-tell motel that's clean yet appropriately sleazy enough for you.”
I was excited and terrified. I was planning to have sex with three men on the same day. What if they found out somehow? What if JR found out and broke up with me? What if Jefferson found out and was so disgusted that he stopped seeing me?
I called Mary and told her. She was delighted. She congratulated me on my courage and when I confided in her about my worries she told me not to chicken out. That was easy for her to say because she is a fearless woman, but I am a coward.
On Saturday morning Mary stopped by while I got ready. I was a nervous wreck but she encouraged me and propped me up and kept me from changing my mind and hopping on the next bus out of town. While she was there Jefferson called to tell me that he would meet me at seven o'clock.
“Do you have a hotel?” I asked.
“Not yet, the places that you prefer don't usually take reservations, so I'll find a place by five thirty. Call me on my cell phone and I'll tell you where it is.”
“Ok.”
Mary gave me a big hug and a kiss and sent me out the door.
“Knock 'em dead, kid. Fuck those guys into next month.” I nodded dully and walked to my car in a daze. Oh what was I thinking?
The desk clerk was waiting but JR arrived the same time that I did, so I couldn't pose. I waited sedately on the sidewalk while JR signed for the room.
The clerk emerged from the office and watched us enter the room. I wiggled my bottom and gave him a sultry look over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” JR asked.
“Teasing that nice young man.”
“You are terrible,” he chuckled.
“You don't know the half of it.”
JR and I had a normal, routine, ordinary day of incredibly fantastic sex. He stripped me naked and hung me by my wrists while he whipped my breasts. Then he tied me into a hog tie (taking his usual meticulous time), and slid inside me and brought me to the first of at least four orgasms. He followed up by tying my legs open and eating my pussy until I was frantic with passion, then screwing me again, and again, and again.
By three o'clock I was almost worn out.
JR untied me and chatted while I took a shower. When I came out he toweled me dry, pinched my bottom and gave me a long sweet kiss that was so sweet and loving that I burst into tears. I felt awful about cheating on him.
He chuckled and held me tight and told me that he would call me Monday.
“Wait,” I said, “You forgot to spank me.”
He shrugged. “You’re right, we forgot, but I’ll do it the next time.”
“Oh, sure, you men always say that.”
He chuckled, kissed me lovingly and left. I watched through the curtains as he drove away and saw the clerk come out of the office and look toward the room. My pussy, as sore as it was, still flashed white hot. I opened the door and waved him back. I tapped my wrist where my watch would be. He nodded and disappeared into the office.
I called Mary on her cell phone. She was waiting close by and arrived two minutes later. I was confused between betraying JR and my excitement over the clerk. I felt terrible about JR and was sniffling with remorse but Mary bucked up my resolve.
“Remember, that just for today you are the trashiest tramp in Denver. And three men are going to fuck you silly, just for today.”
“One of them already has,” I sighed, “And I am betraying him.”
“He won’t know so he won’t be hurt, you just get ready for number two,” she said. “This one has been lusting after you for years. Enjoy yourself.”
“Oh, ok.”
She tidied up the bed while I took a quick shower, then she left. We swapped cars and she drove mine home in case JR happened back by.
I called the desk. My clerk answered.
“Is this room service?” I asked. (That motel never dreamed of having room service).
“What can we do for you ma am?” he asked.
“I need a good spanking and fucking,” I said. “Could you send a tall, handsome, virile man to my room please?”
“We will be happy to provide that service. He can be there in ten minutes. Would that be acceptable?”
“Perfectly.”
It was three-twenty and I knew that he got off duty at three-thirty.
I waited naked at the door. Foot traffic was busy so I held the door almost closed. Then I saw a maid emerge from the office pushing her cleaning cart. I realized that she was coming to my room; he must have sent her. I slammed the door and dashed into the bathroom.
She knocked and I kept quiet. I hoped that she would go away but I heard her let herself in.
“Housekeeping!” she called out.
“Uh, I'm in the bathroom,” I yelled. “I'm not dressed.”
“Ok ma am, then I'll just tidy up out here, all right?”
“Sure. Could you change the sheets please?”
I sat on the dressing counter stark naked and listened to the woman putter around.
“All done,” she called. I heard her leave.
I peeked out then went to the door and waited until the clerk got there, then I threw the door wide and stepped back.
He held up a thick fold of money. I squeezed my breasts together with my hands and he tucked the money into my cleavage, then he grabbed me in his arms and practically threw me onto the bed. I was giggling as I bounced, and two seconds later I was flat on my back and he was inside me.
My sweet young desk clerk fucked me into an orgasm in just minutes, and I came because he did. When he convulsed on top of my body it sent me into paradise as well. I clutched him tightly and pulled him deep into me while I felt a flood of his juices.
He raised up and smiled in wonder.
“I've waited eight years for that.”
“I hope it was worth the wait.”
“It was. Oh yeah, it was.”
How very flattered I felt.
The money was scattered all over the bed and the floor and one bill was stuck to my chest with perspiration. It was a one hundred dollar bill. I peeled it off and picked up the rest.
“How much did you think I was worth?”
He shrugged. “Count it.”
He had given me a thousand dollars. I was VERY flattered.
“For this much you get the works,” I told him. “And I wish I had more time.”
“Why do you have to leave?”
“Family function.”
“Too bad,” he shrugged. “What constitutes the works?”
“Anything and everything that you want.”
“I don't know,” he said. “What if I want something terribly depraved?”
“You'll get it. I'm pretty depraved myself. Do whatever you want, as long as you don't permanently injure me.”
“Whoa.”
“How soon will you be ready for a repeat?”
“Give me ten minutes.”
“Braggart.”
Only he wasn't bragging. Ten minutes later he was bouncing on my belly like a twenty year old.
I kept an eye on the clock (when I could keep my eyes in focus. I was getting light headed with all the orgasms) and enjoyed every second of my time with the clerk. And it wasn't until our time was almost up that I remembered that he hadn't tied me. In fact, he didn't ask for anything depraved at all. Not even anything kinky. He kept our lovemaking to normal sex.
Well, it was too late for bondage and anyway he had made love like a stallion so I had no complaints.
At five o'clock I gave him a three minute kiss and tucked the money into his shirt pocket.
“I really won't accept money from you,” I said, “You are a friend, but I was curious to see what you were willing to pay.”
“I would have happily paid a lot more,” he said. “But that was all I could afford. I was hoping it would be enough.”
“Maybe not for a normal client,” I teased, “But it's more than enough for you.”
“So ah, since you didn't accept my money does that mean that I have credit on the books?” he grinned.
“Oh, all right,” I sighed. “But only because I wanted you to torture me and you forgot.”
“Sorry, I'll spank you the next time.”
“Oh sure, you men all say that.”
I gave him another long kiss, then shooed him out. I didn't have time to take another shower. I threw on my sleazy clothes, stole a towel to sit on and jumped into Mary's car.
She was waiting at my place and couldn't wait to hear every wicked detail. She laughed when I told that I'd borrowed a motel towel so I wouldn't get her car seat damp.
“Someday I'll tell you how many times I've driven home with a sopping pussy,” she said.
I called Jefferson.
“I have a room,” he said. “Against my better judgment it's in a pretty bad part of town.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He gave me the name and address of a motel. It was the same one that I'd just left! I was so shocked that I dropped the phone. Mary snatched it up and held it to me, but I shook my head and wouldn't take it. I heard Jefferson's voice asking what was wrong. Mary scowled at me to talk to him but I just couldn't. She put the phone to her mouth and whispered: “Dropped the phone.”
“Ok,” he said. “Did you get the motel name and address?”
“You’d better repeat it,” she whispered in a very sultry voice. He did.
Her eyes grew huge when she recognized the place too. “See you at seven,” she crooned and disconnected.
“I can't go there! I shrieked.
“Why not, it's the perfect place!” she laughed. “Three men in the same room in one day, that's terrific. This couldn't be better!”
“The same room?”
“The very same room, number four. Of all the cheap motel rooms in the Denver metro area, he rented your favorite one.” She frowned. “I hope they've cleaned it up, or at least changed the sheets. They ought to be pretty sticky by now.”
“I can't go there, the clerk will see me.”
“He's off duty, remember?” she said. “He went home at five and by now he's probably passed out on his couch from exhaustion.”
“Or having a beer with his buddies telling them what he did,” I said.
“Even better, by the way, did he take pictures?”
“No, not today, besides, he has thousands of pictures of my pussy.”
“The next time have him bring a photographer. You have enough pictures up your skirt, it’s time to move up a notch and get filthy, raunchy, hard core fuck pics. Get close ups of his cock in your pussy and your ass and your mouth, and make sure that your face is visible.”
“Oh God.”
“Just think how exciting it will be, knowing that he will show them to his pals.”
I confess that my pussy gave a little throb at that.
“But what if JR happens by?” I groaned.
“I doubt if he frequents that part of town when you aren't meeting for sex, but just to be sure drive my car to the motel.”
I was in agony but Mary worked on me and finally I gathered the nerve to go.
Mary and I ate a high protein dinner with two glasses of wine to calm my nerves, then I took a long hot soak in the tub. Mary left me to relax and I actually dozed off for a few minutes. She came in and woke me and did my hair and makeup. I put on another hooker costume, this time with a tight red slit skirt, a very tight red and white striped tee shirt and of course, red thigh high stockings. I added my rhinestone shoes and a large tote bag.
Mary made me promise to call her as soon as I got home then she left in my car. I sat nervously until it was time to leave, then I drove to the motel.
I drove slowly past and looked through the office window but my clerk wasn't there, the desk was manned by a middle aged woman. Jefferson was waiting leaning on the hood of his car. His personal car, not the one he fucked me on. I breather easier, circled the block and parked next to him.
I slipped into my hooker role and sauntered to him.
“Hi Mister, looking for a good time?”
He chuckled and offered his arm gallantly. I handed him his handcuffs and turned my back and offered my wrists. I felt a delicious thrill when he clicked them on me. He put his hand on my arm and started to escort me to the room. Then Mary came around the corner looking like the trashiest whore in Colorado.
We stopped in our tracks. Mary was wearing a shocking pink micro skirt so short that her black see through panties showed, and a pink bra which was nearly transparent – no blouse and she had rouged her nipples until they were bright pink too. She wore spike heels, stockings and a red garter belt which was visible below the hem of the skirt. And she was reading a book while she walked. She stopped, lowered the book and looked at us deadpan. She looked at Jefferson, then me, then said: “Good evening,” and walked away.
We stared at her in astonishment. Jefferson snapped out of it and I saw his cop persona start to emerge. He shook his arm free and started after her. I jumped in front of him.
“You're off duty tonight,” I reminded him, “And you're here with me, not to make arrests.”
He looked toward Mary, then me.
“Are you going to chase after that girl and leave me standing here wearing your handcuffs?” I asked. “What if someone happens by and takes advantage of me?”
“All right,” but he looked at Mary one last time as she disappeared around the corner.
He held the door for me and we entered the room. It had been serviced and was clean and tidy. The minute we were inside I burst out laughing.
“What's so funny?” he asked.
“Did you see what that woman was reading?”
“No, why?”
“Her book was upside down.”
He laughed. “I've never seen her on the street before. She must be new, but I can't believe how she was dressed.”
“I was envious,” I told him. “I want to go out looking like that.”
“Don't you dare, the minute an officer sees her she will be arrested, so would you.”
“According to what you told me, she didn't break the law. She didn't do any of the things you warned me about.”
“Pubic indecency.”
“Oh . . . but that sounds like so much fun.”
I looked around and saw that the room had been cleaned, again. The bed was freshly made, and I wondered if the same maid had done it again. I ought to find her and give her a very big tip.
I also had a horrible, perverse thought flash through my mind. I almost wished that I could screw Jefferson on the same sheets that that I'd started the day with. JR, and the clerk, and Jefferson.
God, what a tramp I'm becoming.
“What would you like me to do now?” he asked, nuzzling my neck
“Anything you want, after all, I'm your prisoner.”
He caressed my breasts and undressed me. He had to undo the cuffs so he could take my blouse and bra off, then redid them. He sat down, pulled me naked onto his lap and played with my boobies until I was writhing in delight. He got me so excited that I wondered if he might not make me come just through my nipples!
I wanted him to throw me on the bed and get between my legs, but I kept quiet and let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted were my breasts. He fondled, and squeezed and rubbed and tickled them for at least an hour before he finally took a nipple into his mouth, and the instant he did I came!
The feel of his teeth lightly nibbling me sent me into orbit. I let out a moan and felt like the light from every star in the heavens was shining through my soul. I am certain that I felt my breasts vibrating. I went into convulsions on his lap and he had to grab me to keep me from falling off. I remember thrashing wildly until his mouth was on mine. He forced my head back with his kiss and I actually had trouble breathing, but I didn't care. I was happily helpless in that man's arms.
Jefferson told me that it took ten minutes for me to calm down, then he cuddled me on his lap until I could breathe normally.
“That was impressive,” he said smiling. “I've never seen a woman have an orgasm just from her breasts.”
“You should have experienced it from the inside,” I told him.
We were quiet for a while.
“Want to hear something funny?” I asked.
“What's that?”
“When I was married my breasts were almost totally insensitive. I didn't enjoy having them touched at all.”
“What?”
“Having someone touch them did nothing for me.”
“What changed that?”
“My boyfriend's whip.”
“Whip?”
“It made my girls very sensitive,” I said. “It took a few months but being whipped made them feel delicious, now I can truly enjoy being touched.”
“But I didn't use a whip, I used my hands.”
“And your hands are wonderful, but I can't wait until you use a whip on me,” I said.
“I didn't bring one.”
“I did, it's in my purse.”
“All right, I'll whip you after you've had a rest.”
“How about right now?”
He dug the whip out of my bag, and he discovered several coils of rope.
“You really are into bondage,” he observed.
“I am, the tighter the better,” I said.
“Shall I tie you to the bed?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
He removed the handcuffs and tied ropes to my wrists. I lay on the bed and stretch out my arms and legs. He knelt to tie the ropes to the bed. “I'll be damned!”
“What is it?”
“There are eye bolts in the bed frame,” he said, “At all four corners.”
“Well, that's certainly convenient,” I said innocently, remembering how JR had installed them so many years ago.
“It looks like you won't be the first woman to be tied to this bed.”
(Oh yes I was!)
“How thoughtful for the motel to provide this extra feature,” I said.
“Yeah, well I may have to get a search warrant and go through this place next week,” he said.
“Oh, don't do that. We might want to come back some time. And anyway, I'm sure that the management only provides them for the guests.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don't think that it is a brothel and I doubt if they keep female sex slaves on hand in case a guest wants to tie one to a bed.”
“Yes, you're right,” he conceded. “I'd know if they did.”
(So would I, and I would be the first girl in line for the job.)
He finished tying me down. He knelt between my legs and whipped my boobies. And they were still sensitive and I came again and went into convulsions and he waited for a few minutes then climbed on and fucked me so well that my convulsions didn't stop and I could barely breathe and was afraid that I might have a heart attack! Whew!
God that was nice! And I fell asleep.
I woke an hour later. Jefferson had untied me and put the covers over my body and was curled up holding me in his arms.
“I am so sorry,” I apologized. “We didn't come here to sleep.”
“It's all right,” he smiled. “I think I wore you out.”
(You, and the desk clerk, and JR).
“I forgive you.”
He kissed me long and lovingly. “I'm afraid it's time for me to go.”
“Must you?”
“Yes, sorry but my daughter is home alone, and it’s my weekend to have her.”
“All right, but you didn't spank me, and that was the reason I invited you.”
“I'll spank you next time. I promise.”
“Oh sure, you men always say that.”
We showered together and I got on my knees and tried to get things started again but he was resolute and carefully pulled my head away and my mouth off his cock. “Next time,” he said gently.
As we were walking out I stopped and looked around.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I was wondering if that half naked woman was still around.”
“Hopefully a patrolman would have arrested her by now.”
He took me in his arms and held me close, ignoring passing cars and pedestrians.
“I have a confession to make,” I told him.
“What is it?”
“This is my motel. It's the one I work out of.”
“Oh, sure,” he chuckled.
“It is,” I insisted. “I was coming from here the day that you officers stopped me. Remember the signature above my pussy? I had just sucked a man's cock and he signed his name on me.”
He just grinned at me.
“Those hooks were installed on the bed frame years ago just for me. I've spent hundreds of hours tied to that bed.”
He laughed.
I pointed across the street. “That’s the laundry you told me about isn’t it, the one where the employees watch me so attentively?”
“Ok, it is,” he conceded.
“Well, I just might march over there and screw every one of those guys.”
“Sorry to tell you that they’re closed.”
“Then I’ll come back in the morning.”
“Tomorrow is Sunday, they will still be closed.”
I was getting mad, why wouldn't he believe me?
“Ok, ok,” I put my hands on my hips and thrust my face close to his. “How about this? I spent two hours this very afternoon on that bed in that very room fucking a young man who paid me one thousand dollars!”
He threw back his head and howled. “And I just happened to bring you here right?”
“That’s right, you just happened to pick my regular room in my motel right after I’d been here. That’s why I dropped the phone when you told me.”
He laughed so hard that he sagged against my car. “Pure coincidence, eh? Out of all the motels in Denver.”
“Yes!”
He pounded on the roof of my car.
I gave up and started toward my car. He caught me, whirled me in his arms and kissed me goodnight. Then, still chuckling, he opened my car door and waited until I drove away.
What do I have to do to convince these guys?
I was too tired to call Mary when I got home; I just collapsed on my bed. I slept until ten the next morning, and when I rolled out of bed my vaginal muscles were so sore that I doubled over. It hurt to walk and I half laughed/half groaned as I limped to the bathroom for aspirin. I didn't dare look at myself in the mirror.
I soaked in the tub for an hour then nibbled at breakfast. After my third cup of coffee I called Mary.
“Oh, you aren't in jail,” I said when she answered.
“Why should I be?”
“Jefferson wanted to arrest you for public indecency last night. I had to pull him back and remind him what we were there for.”
“Ok, so he didn't arrest me.”
“No, but he hoped that another cop would.”
“Nice guy, your new boyfriend,” she huffed indignantly.
“Relax, he's just a dedicated cop. He just saw a blatantly dressed hooker, he doesn't know that you're my friend.”
“Oh, all right.”
“Besides, I recall that you went out of your way once to get taken to the police station dressed like a tramp.”
“Yes, that's true,” she admitted. “It was a very erotic experience.”
“If you want I'll bet that we could get Jefferson to arrest you.”
“Mmm, let me give that some thought. And you looked very sexy wearing handcuffs in public.”
“Oh yes, it felt very sexy, by the way your book was a nice touch.”
“I wanted him to think that there might be an intellectual hooker out there.”
“Sorry to have to tell you, but he thinks that you are a dingbat.”
“Why?”
“Your book was upside down.”
CH 26
The next time I saw JR he was just as nice, just as loving and just as wonderful as always. We had a terrific day with me as his slave girl and I offered to let him do anything he wanted to me. I felt guilty at having sex with Jefferson and the clerk, and vowed not to do that again.
It wasn't too hard with the clerk we’d talked it over and he and I already had a rather open relationship. He accepted the fact that we had had a one-time incident, and we returned to our old habits of teasing, posing and the occasional oral sex. He wanted more but seemed content to wait.
But I noticed that Jefferson seemed cool toward me and I didn't hear from him for several days after our evening in the motel. He invited me to meet for lunch. I dressed in mildly revealing clothes, but not like a hooker. He was gallant but I sensed that he was ill at ease with my short skirt and cleavage. He was a little vague about our next tryst and we didn't set a date.
My feelings were hurt but as I thought it over I realized that Jefferson might not find prostitution fantasies as intriguing as I did. Perhaps a vice cop dealing with real hookers wouldn't see them as romantic figures so I backed off on my role playing around him. We met for coffee or lunch several times before he asked me out again, and I behaved myself. I dressed and acted like a lady.
I wondered if he might invite me to his home but instead he took me to a hotel, a much nicer one and I arrived dressed as a proper lady, at least until he got my clothes off down to my underwear (brassiere and pussy chain).
We didn't play out any hooker fantasies that night, and I didn't tell Mary where I was going; I didn't want a repeat performance by her. I let Jefferson handcuff me to the bed, and this time I reminded him to spank me. He did, and set my bottom on fire, then screwed me silly. After he rested I suggested that he tie me on my knees, “So that my mouth is at the correct height,” I said. He didn't have to be asked twice, and I spent a delightfully long time with his cock between my lips. When he came I pulled my mouth off his penis and quickly told him to cum in my face. Boy, did he ever!
That night Jefferson gave me a set of miniature handcuff ear rings. I was delighted but he confessed that they weren't particularly valuable or unique.
“Actually they're tie tacks that many cops wear,” he told me, “But they make nice earrings and some of the younger officers give them to their girlfriends.”
“You aren't a young officer,” I joked. “But does this make me your girlfriend?”
“I would be happy if you were,” he said.
I didn't answer.
Oh dear, what about JR? What was I getting myself into?
Some weeks later I saw a police officer in a shopping mall and he wore a handcuff tie tack. I was wearing my handcuff earrings and I gave him a broad smile. He smiled back, then noticed that my nipples were hard through my blouse. His eyes stayed on my breasts for a moment and then he shifted into flirtation mode. I flirted right back and brushed my hair back to show the earrings.
“Ah, are you a police officer?” he asked.
“No.”
Married to a cop then?”
“No, I'm just a kinky woman who loves handcuffs.”
The testosterone radiation from his body went up so high that it felt like warm sunlight.
“I have several pair,” he said, “Real ones.”
My nipples got hard and my pussy damp and I almost gave in, but for once I managed to control myself. I flirted while pretending that I was waiting for someone, but that large and very masculine man had my motor revving, and when a group of people came by I shrugged sadly and attached myself to the tail end of the crowd. I didn’t dare return to that mall for a long time.
I've worn the earrings many times but I’ve never let JR see them.
I continued to see Jefferson for sex, and felt very confused. I realized that he needed a nicer woman than me and sadly over the next few months we drifted apart. He didn't share my love for bondage and torture. Oh he spanked me and didn't mind tying me up, but he just wasn't very kinky. He was simply more conservative than I and considered sex private and personal. He also had his career to consider, and while cops are free to date anyone, he couldn't afford to be seen socializing with a woman who walked the streets looking and acting like a prostitute, even if it was a pretense.
In time our affair ended on a friendly basis. I returned his father's handcuffs but kept the ear rings. We still meet for coffee once in a while but that wonderful flash of lightning is gone.
On the other hand, the motel clerk sent my hooker fantasy into overdrive. He still thinks that I am a prostitute and still offers money to let him screw me. And once in a while I do.
I see him only when JR is out of town and even then infrequently, but I play the role of a tramp to the max.
He gave me his telephone number so I can let him know when JR and I are coming to the motel.
One morning I'd taken the day off for a doctor's appointment. When I got home I changed into a hooker outfit. A white blouse, a flimsy red lace bra and super short, very tight skirt. The skirt was so short that the tops of my stockings peeked beneath it. I called the motel and he answered but I didn't speak. I hung up, drove to the motel and parked several blocks away. I sauntered slowly along the street attracting a lot of attention, which made me excited.
When I walked into the motel office the clerk was grading papers at the desk. He looked up in surprise but grinned when I stood in the door and yanked my skirt up to my waist. He reached for his camera but I took it out of his hand and set it aside, then I unzipped his trousers and tugged his cock out. Then I pulled him by his manhood into the back office. I swept everything off the desk, climbed on it and spread my legs wide. I grasped the front of my blouse and tore it open. Buttons flew everywhere. He didn't say a word, he just thrust himself inside me and went wild. He ripped my bra apart to get to my breasts and grabbed a double handful. I wrapped my legs around him and crossed my ankles. He screwed me so fantastically well and so long that he scooted the desk against the wall. He slammed in and out of my pussy like a demon and when he came he lifted me off the desk and held me high. When I felt that hot gush of his cum flood into me I came too.
He dropped me onto the desk, staggered back and collapsed into a chair. I lay back staring at the ceiling while I savored the moment. The only way it could have been better would be to have someone watching us. I turned to look out the window, hoping it would be full of faces, but no such luck.
After a while I climbed off the desk and pushed my skirt down. My bra was destroyed and my blouse wasn't much better, not a single button remained. I took the remains of the bra off and tied it in a bow around his penis. Then I put my blouse back on and tried to hold it together. I giggled when I realized that I was going to have to walk all the way back to my car braless and with an unbuttonable blouse. Umm! I tied the bottom of the blouse closed at my midriff but it was so short that the knot came loose. I looked like I ought to be selling coconuts on a tropical island.
I didn't bother to comb my hair and I had runs in both stockings. He didn't move, or even open his eyes. Neither of us had said a word the entire time.
I checked my appearance in the mirror and was delighted, I looked just like I'd been royally fucked. I tightened the knot on my blouse and walked out of the motel like I owned the city.
My breasts jiggled as I walked back to my car and they almost escaped a few times. I had to tighten the knot constantly. I felt wonderful and I smiled at everyone I met. Feeling the clerk's cum sliding down my thigh was extra icing on the cake. I had to pause and clamp my thighs together for a few minutes. I considered stopping in at my favorite restaurant, to see if the bitchy waitress was working, but decided against it. I watched for police cars too, maybe Officer Johnson would happen by, and if he had I'd have given him my boobs and anything else he wanted. I wondered if I were sexy enough to seduce an on duty policeman, but no such luck. He didn’t show up
Where are the cops when you want them?
Then a taxi screeched to a stop beside me. I peered inside and recognized the cab driver who had groped me weeks before.
“Hey baby,” he said. “Are you free now?”
“Honey, I'm not free, now or ever.”
“That's not what I meant,” he grinned and opened the door. “Hop in and I'll take you wherever you want, on the house.”
I leaned against the roof and thought about it while I gave him a look at my breasts.
“Damn, those look good,” he said.
“They're old and saggy,” I pointed out.
“Let's see.” he reached across, touched the knot and my blouse fell open and they spilled out. “They look pretty damn good to me.” he said. He pinched my nipple. “They feel good too.”
“Yes, that does feel good,” I agreed. I admired an impressive bulge in his trousers. “Pinch the other one.”
I imagined what it would be like to suck his cock while he drove me around. I've never had sex in a car, although I came close in high school when a boy tried to get me to play with his penis. I had chickened out on that occasion but now I was ready. I started to get in the cab but he glanced out the window.
“Uh oh, you'd better cover up.”
A police car was cruising past in the opposite direction. It slowed and the officers were eying us. It wasn’t Officer Johnson but two female cops and I didn’t fancy trying to seduce them. I dropped to a crouch and pulled my blouse together and retied the knot.
When I was decent (or as decent as possible under the circumstances) he closed the door.
“See you later babe.”
He drove away and I straightened up and marched to my car.
I didn’t look at the officers. I was frightened and kept my eyes straight ahead. I even tried to tug my skirt lower. After a moment they went away.
By the time I got to my car I'd regained my composure and my courage. Two men at a bus stop got an eyeful when I released my blouse to get my keys out of my purse. My blouse fell open and my breasts popped out. ALL the way out! I didn't bother to cover up and I kept my legs apart as I slid onto the seat. They were agog as I drove away.
I drove past the motel and saw the clerk sitting outside in his chair, legs stretched out and wearing a big satisfied smile. He was idly twirling the remnant of my bra on his finger. I beeped my horn and blew him a kiss. He waved my bra over his head.
CH27
RAINY DAY
One morning I awoke to the sound of rain on my window. Rain always makes me feel romantic and horny. My body ached for sex and I simply had to be tied up. I could barely sit still through breakfast. I couldn't go another hour without being bound so I put on my punishment bra and panties. I pressed my hands against them and forced the knobs into my skin and that made me hotter. I called work and took a comp day, then I telephoned JR's office hoping that he could take the day off too, but his secretary told me that he was tied up in meetings all day. (I hated her for using that metaphor). So I went to plan B.
I decided to go the motel. I slipped into a rain coat and did up only two buttons. I let the coat fall open below my waist and at my breasts as I drove. I prayed that the clerk would be on duty.
I enjoyed the drive, that is to say, the knobs in my panties were very titillating. The knobs in the bra were delicious but sitting on the ones lining my panties drove me wild. I was in such an exhibitionism mood that I pulled the coat away from my boobies and drove through town with the bra in full view. I thought about parking a few blocks away and walking to the motel. Walking in punishment panties almost always makes me come, and I debated on how sexy that would be to let it happen on the sidewalk in front of people. I couldn't decide if I would let everyone know what was happening or try to carry on as if everything was normal. I passed a city bus and hit on an idea.
I hurried ahead a few blocks and parked my car near a bus stop. Then I hopped on the bus when it arrived. It was after the morning rush so the bus was almost empty. Nevertheless, there were enough people that I was tempted to let my coat fall open. I sat on one of the side benches and kept the top buttoned but allowed the bottom to slide up and expose quite a bit of my leg. A young man across from me noticed immediately. I pretended not to see him and looked out the window. One of the nice things about riding a bus is the bumpy ride and that can really accentuate the sensation that knobby panties create. I was breathing hard within blocks.
I rode several miles and when the young man came to his stop I turned in my seat and allowed him to get a peek at my panties.
After a while I got off and caught a return bus back to my car. The bumpy trip had me pink faced and very wet between my legs. When I passed the motel I almost got off and ran into the office but I decided that I ought to retrieve my car first.
I parked right in front of the office and opened my legs when I got out. Too bad there was no one to see what I was displaying. Fortunately my coat slipped back into place because the clerk was talking to a couple of women behind the counter. I quickly pulled my coat tight across my breasts. They barely glanced at me and continued their conversation. From the looks of them they were accountants or something. He played it straight.
“Can I help you ma am?”
“I need a room please.”
He booked me in and gave me they key to a different room. The women continued to talk and ignored me, so he wrote on a slip of paper: 'Your regular room is occupied.'
I wrote back. 'Come to where ever I am. I need to be tied up.'
He rolled his eyes toward the others and grimaced, meaning that he couldn't get away. I took the note back and underlined 'need to be tied up', made exclamation marks and then drew a heavy circle around it. Then I wrote 'NOW!' across the paper. He grimaced as if to say 'Give me a break!'
I wrote: 'I need you for ten minutes, no more.'
He scowled at me, so I took the paper and wrote: 'I'm not wearing my pussy chain but I am wearing something that you've never seen before.'
He surrendered and nodded.
I took the key and found the room. It was just like my regular room except there were no hooks on the bed frame or ceiling and had only one mirror instead of my hopping mirrors. But it was a ground floor room and had sheer curtains under the drapes, which my regular room didn't have. With them closed and the lights off the room was almost completely dark from the outside. I opened the window a few inches and inhaled the fresh smell of the rain.
I was lying on the bed with my legs open and my hands crossed behind my head when the clerk showed up.
“Oh, Lord,” he sighed. I opened my legs wider.
Tight schedule or not, he took the time to scoop me into his arms for a long breathtaking kiss.
“The auditors are here and I'll be stuck in the office with them,” he told me. “And I'm working until we finish the audit even if it means I have to stay overtime.”
“All right, just tie me up as tightly as you can,” I said. “I'll wait for you if it takes all day.”
I'd brought a bag full of ropes and every kinky article in my house. I dumped everything out and he whistled at my collection of handcuffs, whips, paddles, nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, gags, blindfolds and my punishment and torture bras. He picked up the torture bra and turned it over and over examining it.
“My God, do you actually wear this?”
“Every chance I get, which isn't very often.”
“Why not?” he tested the sharpness of the needle points and jerked his finger back in pain.
“I love the pain but it takes my breasts a long time to heal afterwards so my master won't permit me to wear it more than once or twice a year.”
“I'm surprised that it doesn't come with a matching pair of panties.”
I dug through the pile and handed him the matching pair of panties.
He stared at the needles lining the crotch. “You are one very sick woman.”
“Thank you. Shall I wear these for you?”
“Absolutely not,” he shuddered. Then he remembered, “What are you wearing that I've never seen before?” He looked at my bra and panties, which looked like ordinary rubber ones.
“I'm wearing a punishment bra and panties.”
“Like these?” he held up the torture panties.
“Not quite, but check for yourself.”
He pulled my bra away from my breast and saw the knobs. He rubbed his finger across them.
“They aren't sharp, he observed.”
“No, and they don't cause any pain or damage to my skin, they just make very hot.”
“Huh, as if you need help with that.”
“Oh, today I'm very bad,” I crooned putting my arms around his neck. “I woke up excited and I'm getting hotter by the minute.”
“I can tell.” He caressed my crotch and the knobs nearly sent me into orbit.
“I will permit you to do anything that you want to me today,” I gasped.
“Ok,” he said, “But first . . .” he rubbed the crotch of my panties again, feeling the knobs, then he pulled the waistband away from my tummy and peered inside. “Those things must be very stimulating.”
“You have no idea,” I squirmed in his arms.
He glanced at the clock. “Uh oh, I have to get back.”
“Ok, tie me up very, very tightly please.”
He quickly bound my arms behind my back. I almost cried with happiness when I felt the ropes tighten. He tied my wrists and elbows wrapping the rope around them many times and tugging until my elbows touched. Then he tied my ankles and my legs above and below my knees. It felt wonderful!
He looked at the clock.
“I've got to go, but I’ll come back if I can get away.”
“Just throw me on the bed, I'll wait.”
I was joking but he lifted me in his arms and tossed me. I landed so hard that I almost bounced off the mattress. I was still giggling when he ran out the door. I wriggled until I was comfortable, then sighed in contentment. My bonds were so wonderfully tight.
I tested my ropes, and writhed slowly, reveling in helplessness. Rubbing my legs together the tiny amount that my ropes allowed gave me a delicious sensation as the knobs in my panties rolled across my pussy. I almost made myself have an orgasm but I stopped, after all, my abductor hadn’t given me permission to come. I pretended that he was watching and would punish me if I did. I tried to say motionless but that became impossible so I rolled onto my stomach and crushed my breasts against the mattress. The knobs in the bra gave me a sweet orgasm. After a few minutes I brought my knees up and pushed my bottom into the air and wished that someone was there to spank it.
The rain got heavier and the sky darker. My room was gloomy but rather romantic. I listened to the hiss of the rain watched people pass the window, wishing that they could see me.
An hour later the door opened and my sweet desk clerk came in. He turned on the light.
“You might not want to do that,” I warned. “Or at least close the drapes.”
He snatched them closed.
“I can stay for just a minute but I wanted to see if you are ok.”
“I'm fine but I need more rope,” I told him. “Lots more rope. Tight, tight, tight rope.”
Shall I take this off?” he squeezed my bra and that sent lightning straight through my nipples and down to my pussy.
“No, leave it on please.”
He bound up my breasts with light cord over the bra until they were as tight as basketballs and spilling out of the cups. That really increased the sensations from the knobs. I slipped into a dreamy orgasm while he wrapped rope tightly around my chest above and below them, over my upper arms and beneath them. He added another band of rope on my legs just beneath my pussy and even tied my feet together and he added a cord to tie my big toes together.
“Hogtie?” he asked.
“Of course, but I want a pussy rope between my legs first.”
He did, and was very creative. He wrapped the rope tightly around my waist then slipped the crotch rope through at front and back over the panties. Then he bent my legs up and tied one end of the pussy rope to my ankles and the other to my wrists. I giggled as his hands worked at my butt and pussy. He became so engrossed in what he was doing that he lost track of the time.
“I love what you're doing,” I said, “But don't you have to get back?”
“Jeez, yes!” He started for the door.
“Wait,” I called.
“What is it?”
“Nipple clamps and a gag, then push the bed close to the window and open the curtains.”
He shoved the bed across the room then picked up the gag and knelt on my back while he buckled the strap behind my head. I don't think that he realized how heavy he was in the small of my back, but I loved the feel. It was almost cruel and I was in the mood for brutality. I'd dumped a small pile of clamps on the night stand and he just grabbed two of them. They weren't matched; one was very soft and the other was quite strong and the bra dulled the pressure. I could barely feel the light one. He turned off the light and pulled back the curtains. Then he gave my breasts a hard squeeze and ran out.
I hadn't hear the door latch and wondered if it was ajar. I tried to look but his hogtie made it impossible for me to see in that direction. I wondered if someone might walk in.
I wondered who they might be.
I wondered what they would do to me.
I lay helpless and watched the rain drops on the window. I imagined that I felt a draft from the door. And the nipple clamps were doing something very strange. The gentle one on my right boobie was competing with attention with the fiercely cruel one on my left. I couldn't feel their sharp teeth but the pressure was nice. The different sensations seemed to meet right at my clitoris and it was like two electric currents meeting and spinning around inside me. Wow.
I lay on my side and delighted in the buzzing, tingling, tickling thrills that originated at my nipples and ended in the exact center of my soul.
Rain always makes me feel romantic, and being tied up doubled the effect. I moved my ankles the tiniest bit and felt the rope slide across the crotch of my panties. I pulled with my wrists then with my ankles, dragging the rope between my legs. I couldn't move much but it was enough. Soon orgasm number one turned my tummy to molten magma. I jerked and spasmed and unintentionally rolled onto my left breast which made the nipple clamp bite harder and sent another flash of lightning right behind the first. I jerked my body upward and screamed.
I didn't care who heard me, I didn't care if the door was unsecured, I screamed through that gag as loudly as I could.
But no one came in.
I didn't fall asleep but I seemed to enter a state of euphoria. Bliss, simply bliss.
After a long pleasant time drifting through space I came back to my cool, dark motel room. I remembered the door and wondered if it was open. I struggled to turn over but I was so tightly bound that I could barely move. I don't think that I'd ever been tied that tightly before. And I was so close to the edge of the bed that if I did manage to roll I would have fallen off. So I huffed and groaned and wiggled and managed to move further onto the bed until it was safe, which took about a minute per inch, then after about twenty minutes I tried to roll myself over. The movement sent delightful thrills through my pussy and I was interrupted with another orgasm. After lying in a pleasant daze I tried again and finally managed. I rolled onto my right side facing the door. It was closed, darn it.
Now I was stuck facing a darkened room, so I rested for a while, but surprisingly I didn't fall asleep. I looked at dark shadows and pretended that my little gnome was there watching me, (remember the ugly little creature with the huge penis that got me in JR's prison cell?) so I invited him to come and screw me again. I wasn't very intelligible with the gag in my mouth but I knew that he would understand. I made those little inviting sounds that you use with a reluctant puppy, but he wouldn't come out of his hiding place. Such a shy little creature with such a monster penis.
I wanted the clerk to walk in and see the gnome fucking me, it would serve him right being so damn busy, (needless to say, bondage can make you illogical at times) but no matter what I did the gnome wouldn't come get me.
I finally gave up on him and huffed and oomphed and twitched and wiggled until I was able to roll back to my left. This made my pussy rope tighten and triggered more orgasms. Much nicer, and now I could see the window again. I writhed slowly as I watched the rain. I just couldn't keep still as I daydreamed about being raped.
The clerk came back at noon. He carried a flashlight and didn't open the drapes. He beamed the light on me and watched as I continued my slow undulations. He didn't speak while he undressed, he just pulled me off the bed and put my knees on the floor with my chest resting on the bed. My breasts were so tight that it felt as if I was lying on two bowling balls. I kept wriggling slowly while he undid the rope through my pussy, then tugged my punishment panties down. Then he screwed me from behind. He felt very big inside me.
He grasped my waist and held tight while he slammed himself into me over and over. He was wild and shook me like a doll. He crushed my breasts against the bed and the knobs felt like dozens of miniature penises poking at me. He took a grip on my ropes and pulled me back to meet his thrusts, he reached around with one arm and squeezed a breast until I thought that it might pop, then he twisted the bra cups until those knobs sent me into heaven.
I was still convulsing when he pressed the back of my neck until my chin was forced down to my chest. It felt brutal and very sexy. He held my face against the mattress so that it was hard to breathe, then slipped his fingers under the strap of my gag and forced my head up. He put his other arm across my neck in a choke hold and squeezed. I stared up at the dark ceiling gasping for air while he came and roared like a wild animal.
Then he dropped me and fell back.
Oh, it was so nice!
When he'd had his pleasure from me he staggered into the bathroom. I was kneeling with my face on the bed, still in a sweet golden haze. When he came out he stumbled against a chair.
“Damn it’s dark in here.”
I giggled under my gag. He switched the flashlight on.
“Do you want to be untied?”
I shook my head.
“Don't you need to use the bath room?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Do you want a drink?”
I shook my head.
“Anything else?”
I wiggled my bottom and said 'Spank me,' through my gag.
“Sorry, there's no time.” He slapped my butt once. “And I might not be able to get back until tonight.”
I nodded.
He chuckled and lifted me onto the bed.
“Want to face the window?”
“Um hmm.”
He slipped into his shirt and I managed to roll onto my face while he pulled on his pants. I got my bottom in the air and wiggled it, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.
“Oh, Jeez?” he slid his belt out of its loops and smacked it across my fanny. I wiggled harder and he gave me about a dozen delicious strokes, then headed for the door. I rolled onto my side and watched him put his belt back on as he passed the window.
Damn, I forgot to tell him to leave the door ajar.
He’d left my panties down and my damp pussy cooled in the rainy air. My butt was very damp too, but hot and I liked the sensation. I’d have given anything for some strong man to come in and warm it up again.
I tried to figure out a way to have the door open just enough for people to peek in and see me but not be able to get to me. If I hooked the safety chain that might work, but I can't do that tied up. Maybe the clerk could do it before he left. Oh, but then he would have to climb out the bathroom window, which is too small. And even with the chain latched some randy, over sexed, street pervert would probably put his shoulder to the door and force it open. Then what would happen to me? Especially when the crowd followed him in. Why, I might be raped by a dozen men, maybe more! Hmm.
I listened to the hiss of the rain and the tires on wet pavement, occasional rumbling thunder and bits of passing conversations. I was surprised at how many people passed my window. The housekeeping maids pushed their cleaning carts and the maintenance man went by carrying a ladder, and there were motel patrons. Car doors slammed and a man made several trips carrying luggage to his room and never knew that just inside the window, in that darkened room a woman lay naked and helpless and hotter than bubbling tar.
The clerk came back at about two and untied my legs. He removed my panties then bent my knees and tied my ankles to my thighs. It felt nice to have my legs open and my pussy exposed. He pulled my knees apart and tied them to the corners of the headboard and left. My weight rested uncomfortably on my arms, but I liked it. I tried to wiggle but I was so firmly bound that I could just manage to raise my hips off the bed an inch or so, but no more.
And that position nearly drove me wild. I was wide, Wide, WIDE OPEN! God how I wanted people to see me!
I'd heard about a city in Europe, perhaps in Sweden or Denmark, where they have a street reserved for prostitutes and the women sit behind picture windows and display themselves for the customers. I wondered if they had a bondage section for kinky clients. I'd love to be in a window bound like I was at that moment.
I pretended that many men stopped to look at me. How would I do against the competition? Would I get more business than the other girls? Would my customers fuck me in the window or would we have to go behind the curtain?
I wondered if I could talk JR into taking me there on vacation.
At three thirty my young man returned and screwed me again. He had little time so it was a 'wham bam, thank you ma am', but it was still nice. He didn't change my position, he just got on, got in and boinked away on my body. I pretended that I was in that street of prostitutes and he was a sailor off a ship in the harbor, or a businessman in a gray flannel suit, or perhaps a teenaged boy who managed to sneak in. He kept looking at the clock and jumped off before either of us came.
I thought that he would rush out but he pushed the bed back and dragged a chair close to the window, then picked me up and draped my body over the back of the chair. He shoved himself into my pussy again. He didn't bother to untie my legs and I was overbalanced. My head rested on the chair seat. He had to hold me to keep me from falling off. He slammed me so hard that he pushed the chair across the floor. I had bruises across my tummy from the chair back. He shook my body from side to side while he pounded my pussy. And when he came he draped himself across my back, reached around and grabbed my breasts and SQUEEZED hard! That made me come!
After wards he put me back on the bed and removed my gag. He gave me a long drink of water.
“Are you ready to be released?”
“Only after you spank me.”
“There isn't much time, but,” . . . he saw how my hips were undulating. “Oh, ok.”
My legs were still bent and open so he spanked the insides of my thighs, first with his hand, then with his belt. Then he switched to my pussy. Twenty hard smacks of the belt squarely on my cunny were all it took to send me into another fantastic orgasm.
He gave me time to calm down then untied me and I went to the bathroom. When I emerged he was standing on the chair drilling a hole in the ceiling.
“What's that for?” I asked.
“A hook. I'm going to help you with your exhibition fantasy,” he answered.
“Even more? It will be hard to top what you just did.”
“I figured you might like having your legs open a few inches from the window,” he chuckled.
“Oh, it was wonderful. But are you going to be late?”
He looked at the clock. “No, I've got time.”
I wiggled contentedly.
“Let's try this,” he said.
He tied my wrists over my head to the hook, and hoisted me up until I was on my toes. Then he tied my legs apart by running a rope from my right ankle to a heavy dresser and the left ankle to the radiator.
“A spreader bar would work just as well,” I pointed out.
“Don't have one,” he replied.
“I'll bring one of mine the next time,” I said.
“How many do you have?”
“Dozens.”
“That sounds silly, all you need a good adjustable one.”
“I can't help it, I'm a compulsive buyer. You should see my collection of nipple clamps.”
He squeezed my breasts and I sighed with delight, especially when he rolled them wildly across my chest. He did that until I was ready to explode. Then he patted me on the bottom.
“Sorry, gotta go.”
“Ok, but gag me again, and put the pussy rope back.”
“Sure.” He did as I asked, in fact, he threaded the pussy rope up to the hook and tugged until my feet were just off the floor and the rope between my legs supported my weight. Oh God was that nice!
I was less than a foot from the window and if I strained I could just touch the sheers with my breasts. I wondered if passing people would see the two dark mounds behind the material and recognize them for what they were. But it was too hard to keep them in contact so I had to relax and let gravity pull me back.
The clerk turned out the lights, opened the curtains and left.
He stopped outside and cupped his hands around his face and pressed close to the glass. I could see his silhouette but not his features. He shrugged to let me know that I was still invisible, then walked away.
Later the exterior lights came on and I could clearly see outside. Car headlights flashed through the window from time to time and I desperately hoped that someone would see me. I performed my best bump and grind but no luck. I even hummed a stripper song as loud as my gag permitted, especially when someone walked by, but STILL no luck!
I loved the position but after long consideration I decided that being on my back with my pussy open was sexier.
The clerk came back later and checked on me.
“I can't stay,” he said. “I just want to make sure that you are ok.”
“I'm in heaven,” I told him, “But do me a favor.”
“As long as it takes less than five minutes.”
“Take my bra off, please.”
He had to undo all the ropes first, then unhook the bra. He caressed my ladies for a few seconds.
“Ok, I've got to go.”
“Push my body forward until my nipples are touching the curtains,” I begged.
He propped the chair between me and the bed, then shoved everything toward the window, the bed, the chair and me. My nipples just touched the curtains.
“Ah, I get it,” he said. “That is going to be very daring.”
“See what it looks like from outside.”
He stuck his head out the door and looked for a moment. “Terrific, they just barely show.”
“Bring your camera next time.”
“Ok.” He left.
My position arched my back and after my body stretched a bit I tried to touch the window with my nipples. I came within an inch or two. Now I wished that I'd gotten him to push me closer so that my boobs flattened against the glass. Surely somebody would recognize them.
People walked by but no one noticed those rock hard nipples pressing against the curtains. Not even when I jiggled them. Darn it.
The clerk returned later carrying a couple of candles. He lit them and placed them across the room. They did wonders to take away the gloom. They made the room warm and romantic. He closed the heavy curtains then he took me down and put me on the bed. He looked at my body while he undressed. Then he climbed between my legs, brought them up to rest on his shoulders and slipped his cock into me. It was utterly heavenly, and this time he didn't just screw me, he made love to me. Slowly, rhythmically, powerfully, steadily and deeply.
I once rode a paddle wheel river boat in New Orleans and I remember that huge wheel going round, and round, and round, slowly, powerfully, relentlessly, and that was the way he made love, for hours and hours and never changing the rhythm.
I lay and looked up at the determination on his face. I watched his chest as he breathed steadily, saw the tendons in his neck tighten. He looked into my eyes and I knew that he was being unselfish. He was fucking me for my pleasure alone. Sometimes he would push harder, and others he would slide gently into me, but always with that same steady beat. And I swear that the rain increased too, then slowed with his strokes.
My orgasm didn't explode like a super nova or a volcano, instead it increased slowly and inexorably. And the sound of the rain grew too, and the thunder came more quickly. I felt the pressure build in my pussy and in my spirit until a huge balloon of force seemed to swell inside me. It was thick and dark red and it met and wrapped itself around that powerful deep blue force that was his cock until they merged and opened and pure pleasure surged out. The room went yellow white in a fantastic flash of lightning which the heavy curtains could not keep out, and the thunder seemed to shake the building.
I didn't faint, but merely slipped into a sweet precious place somewhere in the universe where the only thing that existed was ecstasy.
When he finally, gently, stopped without coming himself, I smiled up at him and tightened my vaginal muscles. That was all he needed. He threw his head back and filled me with his juices, then he took a long shuddering breath and collapsed on me.
“Was that your doing?” I asked. “The thunder and lightning at the perfect moment?”
“I thought it was your magic,” he said, gasping for breath.
“No, all my powers were routed through my pussy just then.”
“A very powerful pussy,” he sighed and rested his head on my chest.
My arms were still bound so I couldn't hug him, but I rolled his body off of mine, then wiggled until I was laying on top of him. I wrapped my legs around his body.
“What are you doing?” he asked drowsily.
“Keeping you warm.”
He hugged me close and fell asleep.
He slept for about ten minutes, then woke himself with a huge snore. I giggled. He sat up and looked around. He untied me and I staggered to my feet, the candles were almost burnt out.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Nearly eleven.”
My jaw dropped open. He had screwed me without pausing for over two hours!
“Now I understand that old saying,” I said stretching contentedly.
“What old saying?”
“Save it for a rainy day.”
“Yes, it’s an old farm saying. When it was too rainy to work the fields the farmers stayed home and screwed their wives.”
“I hope they tied them up,” I said.
“I can’t say,” he laughed weakly, “But my savings are gone. In fact, I'm totally spent.”
Dear, sweet boy.
I was hungry and the poor boy needed to rebuild his strength, so after we showered together I took him to dinner at a pancake restaurant. I put my punishment bra back on under my raincoat, but nothing else. Aside from its titillating capability the bra is excellent support, and my girls stuck out very firmly. I got a lot of admiring looks from men.
I was in such a happy dreamlike condition that I forgot that I was naked underneath and he stopped me just in time from taking my coat off in the restaurant.
The clerk was worn out, his eyes were drooping. I ordered a large breakfast for him and the waitress raised her eyebrows when I told her to include half a dozen eggs.
“He's been working very hard all day,” I explained, “He needs lots of protein.”
I felt wonderful and watched him tuck into the food. It was gone in no time. She came back to refill his coffee.
“You must have been starved,” she said as she picked up his empty plate. “Your mom must take good care of you.”
I reached across and patted his hand motherly.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he said.
I drove him back to his car.
“What's the weather forecast for tomorrow?” I asked.
“More rain,” he replied yawning.
“Oh, goody, I'll see you at eight sharp.”
“No, no, no!” he stumbled out of my car and staggered toward his. He was still shaking his head as he drove away.
I went home in a perfect state of contentment.
The clerk is developing a fondness for bondage, especially for tying my breasts. He likes to wrap them with light cord until they stand straight up from my chest. Then he sits on my tummy and does wonderful things to them with his hands and mouth and cock. He loves to titty fuck me (I love it too) and has coated my neck and face solidly with semen. I also managed to convince him as to the utter delight involved with nipple clamps and breast whipping. It took some subtle coaching on my part but he now likes to tie my legs open, kneel at my crotch and thrust himself in and out of me while he flogs my boobies with a thin but very effective whip. That simply drives me out of my mind and I have so many orgasms that I lose count.
“You really enjoy this?” he asked. He dropped the whip and pinched my nipples.
“Harder please. Crush them!”
He squeezed with all his strength and I came!
He watched me writhe under his hands. He kept the pressure until my breasts went from sensitivity to unbearable sensitivity, and I begged him for mercy. He gave me thirty more seconds, then released me. I dropped to my knees sobbing in pain and pleasure. I was in such a daze that I barely realized that he had picked me up and was tying me to the bed. He got on me and deliberately pressed his body onto my breasts while he screwed me. He had me in a simple spread eagle tie on the bed but when I came I almost threw him off my body.
I asked if he would permit me to wear the torture bra and panties but he threw up his hands in horror. He's a sweet young man, and I'm training him to be kinky but I don't think that he will ever be comfortable knowing that needles are penetrating my breasts and crotch. However, I have considered dropping in at the motel office wearing them and sucking his cock with them on.
He also helps me with my exhibitionism by tying me in the office and having sex with the danger of having someone come in. I've spent many hours on my knees under the counter or tied to the inner desk stark naked.
That one almost got us in trouble when the big boss showed up unexpectedly. The clerk was screwing me on the desk of the inner office. Luckily he heard the boss's car door slam and got his pants on and the door shut in time to be at the front lobby. The boss wanted to look over some paper work but the clerk diverted him by asking him to look at some water damage from a leak in one of the rooms. The clerk managed to run into the office and untie one of my hands, then run out.
I was tied with my hands at the corners of the desk and my legs were tied in the air. Even with one hand free I couldn’t get loose, the knots were too tight. I was in a panic and struggled and fought the ropes and knocked everything on the floor, but finally got a pair of scissors out of the drawer and cut myself free. I heard them coming back, grabbed my clothes and ran naked out the back door seconds before they came in. I hid behind a trash dumpster and tried to catch my breath. The window was open and I heard the boss suggesting that the clerk try to keep the office a bit neater. I was so scared that I collapsed against the wall.
After a while I caught my breath and peeked out. I saw a man sitting in a delivery truck at the end of the alley. He was talking on a cell phone and didn't notice me. In the other direction men were painting a building but they hadn't seen me either. My heart was pounding but my libido got the best of me. I stood up naked and looked around. Still no one saw me. I squeezed my breasts and wondered what they would do if I were to walk out.
Well, two things led to one and my fingers went up my pussy. I masturbated naked in that alley until I came. I sank to my knees when the orgasm rumbled through me, and pitched forward and almost landed on my face. My hands and knees were dirty from the grit on the ally pavement.
Then I stood up, brushed my knees off and put my clothes on. I was still shielded by the dumpster but the instant I stepped out the painters saw me and let me know it. I walked to the end of that alley to a chorus of whistles and raucous invitations to help with their brushes, and to hold their ladders, and so on. I walked at a slow sultry strut and waved cheerfully to them. When I got to the corner I shook my breasts and lifted my skirt an inch, which brought on applause and howls of appreciation. One of them started down a ladder yelling that he was coming for me, but his grinning coworker grabbed his collar and pulled him back. Another pretended to do a swan dive off the roof towards me. I wiggled my bottom as I turned the corner.
I started to get in my car then remembered that my purse was in the office.
Oh no!
What to do? I wanted to leave but my keys were in my purse. I sat on a bus bench and noticed that I still had ropes on my wrists. I wondered if the painters had seen them. I wondered if they would tie me to their scaffolds if I asked nicely. Ooh, I fantasized about hanging by my wrists three stories above the street while the world passed by. Everybody would be able to see up my skirt.
I still had to find a way to get home. I waited hoping that my cab driving admirer might appear. I decided that I would let him have me for a ride to my house. I wondered what he might do to me. Would I get to suck his penis while he drove, or would he screw me in the back seat of his cab?
I waited but he didn’t show so I wrapped the ends of the ropes around my wrists and tucked the ends loosely under the loops, then I gingerly went to the front of the motel. The clerk was in the back office with his boss so I tapped the bell. He appeared, looked frightened, then ran back and handed me my purse. I smiled devilishly and raised my skirt. He got a panicked look on his face and silently shooed me away. I slipped my panties off and spread them on the counter. He scooped them up and stuffed them in his pocket then disappeared. I heard him tell the boss that it was lost and found and the owner had showed up.
I was still excited and getting worse by the minute so I decided to wait until the boss left, then let the clerk finish what he'd started. I went for a stroll around the neighborhood, keeping an eye open for the cabbie. If the clerk couldn't screw me then I would let the cab driver. I would offer him a freebie and suggest that he take me to some secluded place and fuck me in the cab.
I stopped in at a convenience store and bought a bottle of iced tea. The clerk offered it for free if I'd accompany him to the back room for a few minutes. I considered it briefly, but declined. I sipped the tea as I roamed around, but the boss' car was still at the motel an hour later so I gave up and drove home.
The condominium manager was talking to my neighbor on the lawn so I couldn't stop. (I might walk the streets looking like a prostitute in other parts of town, but close to home I maintained a false front of dignity). I had to circle the neighborhood until the coast was clear. I parked in my carport and dashed into my home. After that I always keep a long coat or at least a proper skirt in the car. I bought a wraparound which I could put on while sitting down and it would cover my miniskirt and conceal my panties, or lack of panties.
Another afternoon after a wonderfully wild bondage session, which left his teeth marks all over my breasts, he took a cardboard box out of the closet and dumped about two pounds of monopoly money over my body. I was still tied to the bed and the money almost buried me.
“What is this?” I laughed, trying to blow toy money out of my eyes.
“Your payment,” he said, “A million dollars.”
“I'm flattered,” I said. “But I haven't earned a million dollars.”
“Yes you have,” he said. “You are the best woman in bed I've ever known.”
“Thank you but you still haven't experienced a million dollars’ worth of sex, not yet any way. You better get back inside me.”
He grinned and jumped on my tummy. I don't know if he got his million dollars’ worth, but I nearly threw my back out trying to see that he did.
And it took us forever to pick up all those little paper bills.
The next time that JR and I met at the motel we found a tidy little stack of monopoly money lying on the pillow. It was neatly bound by a tiny bow of red lace which I recognized as having once been part of my brassiere.
“What is this?” JR asked.
“It looks like some working girl forgot to take her earnings with her,” I said.
“What?” he asked in disbelief.
“This bow looks like lace from a woman's bra,” I said. “I used to have one just like it.”
“She must not make a very good living if she gets paid in monopoly money,” he laughed as he tossed it into the trash can.
We had a terrific time and he tied me in a dozen different positions and made fantastic love to me, and the whole time I was thinking about that bundle of toy money.
I retrieved it when he wasn't looking.
I dawdled in the shower when we were finished and JR left before me. I sauntered into the office and handed the clerk the monopoly money.
“Are you now paying for other men to fuck me?” I joked.
“Nah, but I wanted to remind you that I'm your big spender now.”
“Don't be too generous,” I warned. “If I get rich I might retire from hooking.”
“That's ok, but in the meantime, get under the counter.”
“Yes sir.”
I knelt and gave him a blow job, and afterward I leaned across the counter and we talked. He played with my breasts and as I started to leave he tucked the play money into my cleavage. It made me feel very naughty and I kept it there until I got home.
A grounds crew was working outside my condo when I arrived so I stopped in an alley and slipped into a long skirt but I undid one more button on my blouse.
I parked on the street and walked in. I stopped and chatted with the workmen for a few minutes. They were mostly young college boys working the summer break, and they tried gallantly not to stare at my cleavage but I couldn't resist bending down a few times to admire the flowers. The bundle of money between my breasts seemed to vibrate and just a teensy hint of the ribbon showed. My nipples were as hard as stones.
Their foreman was older and wiser and he noticed the rope marks on my wrists. When I went inside I peeked through the curtains and saw him talking to the boys. He touched his wrists and pointed toward my unit. Their mouths dropped open. I was tickled that he was telling them that I'd obviously just been tied up. They shook their heads in awe.
I went around the first floor and opened all the curtains half way, then undressed while watching the lawn boys talk about me. I walked naked around the house and it took every ounce of self-control to avoid standing at a window, but I did go past them very close.
That evening I went to the movies with a girlfriend and dressed like a proper lady, (except most proper ladies don’t wear pussy chains) but I tucked the package of money between my breasts. My girls tingled all evening.
The clerk continues to pay me in monopoly money and I am fabulously rich now.
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