1. The Local Flavour


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

    elevators. ‘Oh my, what a mess you made. You should be more careful. Didn’t you notice we had arrived?’ My legs are shaking and I can’t utter a word. I have never felt so embarrassed in my life. We step into the elevator and I mark the seventh floor, which is where my room is. Sara uses her key card to unlock the access to the penthouse. ‘Why don’t you take a shower and we’ll meet in the restaurant in an hour.’ I nod absently and get off on my floor. I’m still in a daze when I enter my room. It is as if my mind refuses to fully register what has just happened. A cold shower finally dissipates the numbness and I am again able to think clearly. I have to get out of this place. I cannot face that doorman again. And who knows who he will have told already. Surely everybody knows by know. I lie naked on the bed. I can’t help but think that Sara set me up. She must have known how near we were to the hotel. At the very least she could have warned me when the car halted. Why didn’t she? I dress and go out to the beach, using the back stairs and the exit behind the laundry room. The sun is a huge orange balloon dipping into the forest behind me. A cruise liner just off the shore lights up the dark water with its happy myriad of deck lights. The silence and the serenity of the dying day calm me down. What if Sara really had set me up? She had come on to me strong from the moment we met. I am not used to women picking me up, usually I have to do all the work and then the results are ...
    usually meager. I get rejected a lot. I guess I don’t reflect that arrogant self-assurance that women seem to look for in a man. But this one needed no prodding. She practically dragged me to her limo and raped me. Surely I cannot trust a woman so apt at assuming control. I decide to shun her and leave the hotel as early as possible tomorrow morning. But walking back to the hotel, I am consumed by doubts. What if I am wrong? She seems such a sweet innocent lady. A bit eccentric, true. But certainly not malicious. She just hasn’t gotten laid in a long time, which should account for her anxiousness and directness. Maybe she’s just desperate. Who am I to judge? I end up passing by the restaurant anyway, to see if she’s there. It is almost empty. Sara is nowhere to be seen. I walk to the restaurant bar and sit on a stool. Before I can order, the bartender places a Martini in front of me. ‘Courtesy of Lady Sara. She says please wait for her. She will be down in a minute.’ I light a cigarette. This woman truly gives me the shivers. Every detail covered. There is no escape for the poor little fly once it has entered the black widow’s web. But I laugh at myself. My fantasy is off on a rampage again. Now I have her luring me into her suite, tying me to the bed and raping the living daylights out of me all night long, time after time, until she has sucked me as dry and shriveled as a sun-dried raisin. Then she slits my throat for the hell of it. ‘So sweet of you to wait for me. I thought ...
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