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Playtime Stories Ch. 8 Caught by the Motel Manage

Date: 10/6/2015, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Shemales, Author: 6988slutty_rbckyy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

8. I love sleazy places. I feel at home and strangely comfortable. The motel I used in my home city was comfortable. I guess it was too comfortable. One day about two weeks after the Levonne whore-fest I went to the same motel with a wonderful afternoon of phone sex, porn, masturbation, and perhaps random strange cocks planned. There was a possibility that a guy I met in an arcade would stop in and fuck me. I dressed in my usual- all black slutty clothes, the strappy heels, the thigh-high stockings, the waist cincher with six double-attaching points, my spandex panties, the satin bra, the shoulder length Lycra gloves and added my favorite leather choker. My auburn hair was perfect and my makeup was striking. My lips looked primed for cocksucking. They were dark red and coated with a ton of gloss. My eyes were shadowed warmly behind my dark eyelashes and liner. My rouge was subtly dark and defining. I checked myself out in the mirror and stroked my cock- I was hot. I left off the skirt for the time being because I knew I was going be stroking quite a bit, and I didn’t need to get even more lube all over it… Just after I got on the chat line I inserted my dark chocolate-brown dildo (coincidence- nope!). I positioned my ass on chair and began riding it as I listened to chat adds. I watched myself in the mirror while I skillfully deep-fucked my pseudo black cock. I manipulated the dildo against my g-spot. I smiled and knew I was going to have a good time. In an hour I could call ... David, the guy I had met a day before and invite him over as we’d arranged. I was planning to masturbate and get myself a good hot cum before he showed, and maybe, I could get some action from the line too. Ten minutes into my session I heard a knock on the door. I slowly hung up the phone and listened. I was terrified. The knock became a pound accompanied by, “Hey, ah, this is the manager, I know you’re there, just let me in.” Holy shit!!! I moved fast and did the best I could. I scooped up the towel, grabbed my slutwear and sex stuff. I went to the bathroom and closed the door partially and said in my boy voice, “I can’t come to the door right now. Could you come back in a few minutes?” I almost forgot to revert to my “normal” voice. “No, ah I am sorry to have to do this but I have to come in. So, I’m going to open the door. Ok, here I come.” I realized I’d somehow lost the dildo in my ass and dropped it on the floor. I had no time to think. I closed the door and started to remove my wig and un-strap my stockings. I heard him open the door and step in. He closed the door with a slam. “Hey I think I know what you’re doing in here and we may have a serious problem.” I could hear him say that as he walked to the bathroom door. I was not any good at stalling him. I was shaking. “Hey look, I don’t want to have to call the cops, so just open the door right now and let’s talk about what you’re doing in my motel. Ok? Look I know you are probably dressed like a woman. Lets just get ...