1. The Local Flavour


    Date: 9/14/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Female Domination, Mature, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    cunt shudders into a wet shitty climax on my face, my cock explodes inside her mouth, sending tsunamis of sperm down her throat. Sara remains lying on top of me for another ten minutes, heaving and panting. I gulp down the last of the shit in my mouth and lick the slimy remnants of her orgasm from my lips. Then she slowly heaves herself up and I hear her naked feet pit-patting into the bathroom. The shower comes on and I hear her singing while the water splashes. Then there is a long silence. I am too weak to open my eyes. My mind is numb, a soothing blank as I lie there surrounded by silence and darkness. I float happily in this dark and smelly world. Finally, Sara steps out of the bathroom, humming a tune I don’t recognize. I open my eyes, which takes some effort as they are caked shut. Sara is fully dressed and she is gathering her stuff into her bag. She picks up the little key to the handcuffs from the night table and places a hundred dollar bill beneath it. ‘That’s for the chambermaid. This way she won’t complain about the mess and she won’t report you to the hotel manager.’ Then she walks toward the door. ‘Hey, aren’t you going to untie me?’ She halts, turns around slowly. ‘You know, you said something very meaningful to me this afternoon at the ruins. Do you remember what it is?’ I rack my brain. We talked about so many things, nothing I thought was of any real importance. I shake my head. ‘We talked about how traveling lets you meet a lot of people, and you said ...
    that you only remember the really interesting ones.’ I said that. I hadn’t meant anything special by it. ‘Well, I’m making sure you remember me. I know you’ve been through a lot tonight, but all that is meaningless if you don’t assimilate it into a positive experience. Right now you’re confused. You don’t know whether to cry in shame or happiness. I don’t want you running around town raising a ruckus. Just lie back and relax, and in the morning all will be different. You will see clear. You’ll be able to make up your mind void of emotionality. The confrontation with the chambermaid will be a minor inconvenience. Believe me, they’ve seen worse. This sort of thing happens all the time. Bye bye now.’ ‘W-will I see you again?’ ‘That is entirely up to you. I’m flying out first thing in the morning. Rio de Janeiro, and Viña del Mar if there is time. Then I have some business to attend to in Europe. You have my card. I’ll be back in New York two weeks from now. But don’t call me if you’re not prepared to take the job. My offer is clear. Take it or leave it.’ She’s off to the door again, but turns around again. ‘Oh, and don’t take too long to make up your mind. I’m getting the hang of this so I may offer this job to others.’ Then she’s gone and all is silent again. So here I lie, alone at last after a multi-hour ordeal that has left me terrified and blissed, humiliated and glorified, exhausted and invigorated. I am completely naked, tied to a bed in a hotel room a thousand miles from ...
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