1. A New Day, A New You part 4


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Black, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Interracial, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: P.O.I., Rating: 94.4, Source: sexstories.com

    her for a minute before speaking. “We need to hurry up and leave,” I tell her grabbing her clothes and handing them to her. “I need to pay the bill,” Wilma informs me only putting on her leather skirt and torn tank top. I follow her out of the room and am careful not to touch anything as we head to the front desk, fuck the bill I say it’s not worth the jail time. I follow her into the office and watch her walk behind the counter and into the door labeled manager. I stand there feeling kind of stupid and note that douchbag’s car is gone and so is Desmond. A male groan of what I can only guess is pain emanates from behind the door and Wilma exits the office with me and we head back to the car. We’re not five minutes down the road when Wilma decides we need to converse. “So did that unnerve you? Me going into the manager’s office without knocking,” She asks and I’m honestly confused. “Not knocking? You just seduced a guy in a night club and had him in a hotel pouring hot wax over your ass and I’m supposed to be unnerved about you not knocking,” I reply looking at her oddly as we drive in what I hope is the direction of sanity. “Yes, it was rude to do but the manager didn’t have a bell to ring,” Wilma replies leaning her head against the window,” it’s sad too, he showed some promise. The computer boy, he even wore the panties I told him to. Oh well a job is a job and it’s not like there aren’t plenty of people out there that like hot wax play and sex punching.” I’m dead quiet as ...
    I try to figure out what sex punching is. All the images that I am getting disturb me a little and I really wonder if Guy knows Wilma is nuts why does she work for him? I get us back to the hotel and we make it to her room, I follow her lead and figure sticking together is what Guy would want us to do. Wilma heads to her bathroom to clean up and while I’m sitting in a chair in jeans and a t shirt I start to realize there is blood on my hands. Not a figure of speech I have another man’s blood on my hands and he’s somewhere out there probably needing to get to a hospital and I did that to him. I barely notice Wilma as she exits the bathroom and sits down on the floor in front of me cross legged. She’s got a big gray sweater for a man with no sleeves and cotton men’s gym shorts on as she looks up at me. “So you wanna tell me how it felt? It was good right? I mean you seriously fucked him up. I thought my brother was going to kick that door it but you took the reins in that job and you fucked Asian computer boy up,” Wilma says almost praising or marveling at what I did,” Oh my are you bleeding?” I look at my hands again and shake my head no. She’s watching me confused, like she doesn’t understand something about me. I watch as Wilma takes one of my hands and pulls it to her face slowly smelling the blood on it before rubbing my hand gently against her face. I really don’t know what she’s doing as she massages her cheek with my bloodied hand but after a minute I pull my hand back ...
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