Showered, Shaved, & Sexy

I turned back towards the shower. As nice as it was, no way I should have been getting in there alone. It was one I’d only seen in magazines and often fantasized about having in my home one day. The brown marble was flawless. Looking up, I noticed the double rain shower heads. Along both walls were body sprays. As if that wasn’t enough, there was even a steam unit. Talk about never wanting to get out. There was even a recessed bench along the back wall. Oh the fun to be had in just the bathroom alone. My nervousness had now turned into excitement.

I stepped in the shower, where everything was already laid out and ready for me. There really was no need for my emergency bag. Again, he’d literally thought of it all. I stood under the water and contemplated the events that could possibly take place. Lost in thought, I closed my eyes and allowed the water to cascade down my body, caressing every curve of my hips. The stress of the day went down the drain. Swaying to the melodies of the water hitting the shower floor, I smiled. Rubbing my body, thinking about him telling me how soft I was and how he loved the way my cheeks spread when he rubbed my ass. Biting my bottom lip, I imagined that he’d walk through the shower door, sit me down on the bench and shave my legs for me.

I have no idea how long I’d been standing there, lost. Hypnotized. In a trance. But when I snapped out of it, looking through the steamy glass, I saw her. She was just standing there. Watching me. Green eyes. To my surprise, I wasn’t as startled as I should have been. She removed her top, dropped her jeans, and stepped in the shower. Not the person I was expecting, but one I wasn’t going to turn away. Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear, “Sit on the bench.” Without a second thought, I did just that. She knelt before me, opened the shaving cream and rubbed it on my legs. She took the razor and shaved my legs like it was her job to pamper me. She took her time. Finishing, she stood and held out her hand. Placing my hand into hers, she ushered me to my feet. She raised my hand above my head, as if to guide me into a dance and turned me around. She began to bathe me. I can’t say that I’d ever had this type of treatment before. Maybe in someone else’s dream, but damn sure not mine. I could feel her body rub up against mine. Taking her right hand, she reached around with the washcloth and began to wipe me from my neck down. I rested my head on her shoulder as she grazed my breast ever so lightly and worked her way to my stomach. My nipples began to perk up. My pussy started to throb. What kind of shower was this turning into? Taking her hand and forcing my legs apart to reach every crack and crevice, she cleansed me. She spread my lips, making sure not to miss one spot. My clit pulsated. She slowly dipped down my back to get between my ass and my legs. I felt her breast on the back of my thigh. Working her way back up, not missing a spot, she moved to the front of me. Face to face. Her eyes sparkled. She moved me back under the shower head, allowing my body to be rinsed. She turned the water off. Grabbed the towel and dried me. Kissed my left cheek. Winked. And walked out. No other words exchanged.

Feeling refreshed, refined, rejuvenated and hornier than ever, I stepped out of the shower. Walking back into the room, I quickly realized that the shower help was a decoy. Or had she set up the room while I was lost in my own world before realizing she was there. On the bed were purple roses in the shape of a heart. Not just rose petals, but roses. Stems, thorns, and all. Oh he was so twisted. Inside the heart was a silver box, tied with purple ribbon. Attached was a note. This man and his notes. His demands. But I dare not disobey. “Put this on and be ready to receive me however you see fit.”

Opening the box, I pulled out a purple lace peek-a-boo, baby doll night dress. The panties… Crotch-less. Getting sexy, as I was told to do, I put the cute little number on. I crawled up on the bed, on my knees, thighs spread, ass up, but slightly hanging off. Hearing the click of the lock as he slid his key out. I bowed my head down. Waiting for him to walk through the door.

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You Belong to Me

He said he didn’t believe in soulmates. The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. He didn’t appear to have had a soul. How could someone that found great pleasure in inflicting pain on others have a soul? Their first encounter together was all but animalistic. It was to be expected. Their exchange began online. The stage had been set. He’d gone through her pictures. In his eyes, she was perfect and it was easy to want her. Her smile, bright and inviting. Her eyes, warm and loving. Her body, an open canvas ready to be painted with everything he had to give. Everyone in the group sensed the chemistry between them. He’d say something along the lines of putting her in her place. And she’d fire right back at him with some smart remark. “I’ve never come across a man that could handle me.” His response was simply “just wait.” Some even commented “to be a fly on the wall when these two get together.” She’d just laugh as they typed away, back and forth.

It was easy to do… go back and forth with a complete stranger online. You could be whomever you wanted. No holds barred, so to speak. And Lela had created this online persona, trying to escape the frustrations of home. She enjoyed the vacillate dance with H.I.M. She loved the energy he exhibited. She felt his presence through the virtual exchange. He matched her every move. But little did she know, Damon was going to challenge her in more ways than she’d ever imagined. He would become her drug. Her cravings. Her habit that would be hard to kick.

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Late one Friday evening, I received a text from an unknown number. “The St. Regis, Caroline Astor Suite, 1hr.” Five o’ clock on a Friday evening, going downtown was going to be a bitch! I had literally just walked in the house from work. I needed to shower. Fix my hair. Pull up the directions. While deep in my thoughts, another text came through. “Don’t worry, come as you are.” Jesus, this you? No sooner than the thought escaped my mind did another text come through. It was the devil’s emoji. What the hell, was he that deep in tuned with me that he could read my thoughts from afar.

I had no time, if I wanted to get through Atlanta’s traffic downtown and to The St. Regis, I needed to be out the door forty minutes ago. Bobbing and weaving through traffic, radio blasting to keep my nerves at bay, I couldn’t help but to wonder what was in store for the evening. One, I’d never stepped foot in any hotel in the Buckhead area. Two, I looked a whole hot ass mess, there was no way he was going to like what he saw when I walked through the doors. Oh shit! The doors. How was I supposed to blend in with the ‘boujee’ that walk through the doors of such a fine establishment every single day? You never know when a spare would be needed. And I wasn’t talking about a tire. I remembered the few pairs of heels I kept in my car at all times. Right along side an overnight bag “in case of an emergency.” But all I needed were the heels to complement the outfit I’d worn to work. Thankfully it was Casual Friday, so the skinny jeans I wore worked perfectly. All that thinking, I didn’t realize that I’d made it to my destination. Valet was pretty easy to get through, my car had already been registered. This guy thought of everything. I did a quick switcheroo of the shoes and grabbed my emergency bag. There was no need in looking like a hired hoochie. Besides, it had my toiletries. I was in need of a shower after working for eight hours.

Walking through the doors of the lobby, I felt like I’d stepped into Cinderella’s castle in search of my deviant Prince Charming. You could tell there was no shabby clientele stepping foot in the building. There was marble and glass everything, everywhere. The Swarovski Crystal chandelier looked like it cost more than I made in a year. Hell, maybe I was hired hoochie. If not, I definitely needed to be. A girl could get used to this. The smells of hope and dreams and good eating permeated the place. The bar was full of patrons enjoying the foolishness the weekend was about to bring. The well off and established definitely unwound a bit different than the rest of us regular working class. But you could tell by the drunken laughter that it was about to be lit. And class wouldn’t matter. By the end of the night, we would probably all look the same. Properly fucked. And if they were anything like me, they were all in dire need of an escape. After a week of arguing over the phone, there was nothing I needed more. Taking in the ambiance of the hotel, I forgot to be nervous until I started walking towards the desk to ask where the Caroline Astor Suite was. He must have seen me because right when the receptionist called next, a text came through. “Take the stairs to the right, 2nd floor, elevator is on the left, 25th level, 1st suite” Why couldn’t I just take the elevator on the 1st floor. Another text, “I want to see that ass sashay up the stairs.” My heart thumped with each step I took up. I was beginning to regret the smart remarks I’d made online. Now I was about to be face to face with a man that would probably lick the tears off my face if I cried in pain.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered. As I was turning around to leave, the most amazing looking woman I’d ever seen was walking towards me. In a matter of seconds, I’d taken in her natural beauty. Her ebony goddess locs with hints of red cascaded down her body. She had a smooth, creamy chocolate complexion with notes of gold. Her waist… Snatched as it was being hugged by a pair of ripped low rise skinny jeans. Perfectly shaped as proven by the beads she wore. But her eyes stood out the most. Forest green, almond shaped, and mysterious as if she held the secrets of everything waiting behind the door. She smiled, “You’ll need this.” Handing me the key card, she turned and walked away. Entering the room, I could smell patchouli candles burning. The deep musky, earthy aroma all but swallowed me whole. What ever anxiety I was feeling fled like lightening escaping the clouds on a dreary day. I could hear Massive Attack’s Angel playing in the background. The suite was even more extravagant than downstairs. The living room exhibited a blend of classic and contemporary decor. Textured walls showed natural tones of gold, bronze, crimson, and indigo. I walked towards the bedroom, noticing that the window spanned across the whole length of the room. The view was breathtaking. The bedroom even more so. Marble topped night stands positioned on the outside of a king-sized bed I could only hope to break in. I wasn’t sure what my next step was, so I walked into the bathroom to give myself a full tour. Even the bathroom was marble. With a television. Why people wanted a television in the bathroom was beyond me. Turning towards the mirror, I noticed a piece of paper taped to it. “Shower, shave, be sexy upon my return.”

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Daddy’s Good Girl

i ran around the house in a frantic panic. Was everything in order? Did i leave something out of place? i checked, checked, and double checked the third check! i wanted it all to be just perfect the way Daddy expected it to be. i remember the last time He left me a list of things to do and i couldn’t get around to it all. He was so disappointed. The look in His eyes hurt me to the very core of my soul. And i never wanted to experience that again. He went a whole day without talking to me. My apologies weren’t enough to make it right. Even going back and completing the tasks He’d asked me to do couldn’t right my wrongs. So today, it had to be better. It had to be perfect. i’d swept, mopped, and dusted. i cleaned out the drawers, put His clothes in alphabetical order by color. Folded His underwear. Made sure all His socks were matched to its mate and tucked neatly in place. Cleaned out the fireplace. Washed the windows. Scrubbed the walls and the corners. i was exhausted. And i still had to prepare Daddy’s dinner. Thankfully, it was already prepped. One hour. That was all i needed. Running around like a chicken with its head cut off, opening and closing cabinet doors, dropping pots and pans, burning my hands in hot water. Cutting my finger with the knife. Blood. Daddy would have loved to see the tears streaming down my face. But no time for that now. Kitchen smelling like heaven, i ran upstairs to wash this body for to be ready to be received.

i heard the door as it opened. He dropped His bag by the front door as usual and sat down on the couch and clapped His hands twice to summons me. i sashayed down the stairs in slow motion, making sure He was able to take in every curve and every smooth sway of my hips. Reaching the bottom step, i got down on my hands and knees and crawled to Him. Rising up on my knees, i asked Daddy what He wanted from me. “Turn on the music and light the fire.” I asked Him for permission to walk across the room. ”Yes, you may.” i got up and walked in slow motion, making sure He was able to see my ass jiggle as i walked away. i did what i was told. Back to my rightful position, down on my knees, i crawled back to my Daddy. i crept up in His lap, unbuckled His belt, unzipped His pants, and pulled out His dick. i held Him in my hands, admiring my greatest blessing. With both hands on His shaft, i begin to rub up and down. Putting the tip of His dick in my mouth, i could feel Him swelling and becoming rock hard. Glancing up, i saw Daddy close His eyes and lay His head back. He let out a soft, pleasing, and accepting moan. i sucked until my jaws hurt. Rubbing and sucking until He could no longer hang on to what was owed to me. He released. His sweet nectar rolled to the back of my throat and i all but swallowed Him whole. He rubbed my head and said those words that i longed to hear every single second of every passing day… “Good girl.”

Working Girl

i put on the fishnets, short skirt, heels, and skanky looking top. It was almost time for me to meet Him. Walking out, doing a mental check, making sure my pussy was fresh and clean. Nervous, i’m standing at the stop sign, not knowing what to expect. It’s my 1st time as a working girl. He pulls up and ask me how much i’m going for. i told Him $300 for the works. He laughs and tell me it’s too much and that whores aren’t worth all that. Negotiating on a price, i’m reluctant because He didn’t want to pay me what i asked, but i know i need the money.  He tells me to get in His car and He takes me to some back alley. i start with sucking His dick, He grabs the back of my head and forced me to deep throat. i gag because i’ve never been able to take dick to the head like that. i can’t breathe. But because i need the money, i allow Him to mistreat the back of throat, but not without a fight. i try to keep Him from going so deep inside of my mouth. He grabs the back of my neck with His right hand and takes a wad of my hair in His left and forces me still as He fucks my face. Releasing, i feel His warm juices run down my throat. Not done, He tells me that i’m not worthy to be fucked inside of His vehicle and to get out. my feelings hurting because i just served Him with everything my mouth had to give. He gets out and walks around to the front of His vehicle, telling me to come here. i tell Him no and then i attempt to walk off. Before i can get to the back of the vehicle, He snatched me by my arm, putting all of His weight on me. He takes His leg and forces me to spread mine apart. With His free hand, He rips my fishnet stockings and forces His dick deep inside my pussy. It’s hard at first for Him to get in good because i haven’t gotten ready to receive His offer. Not able to fight such a strong man off, my pussy begins to open up with wetness, i realize that i am enjoying every single inch. Every single stroke. Every thrust. i am enjoying Him. He cums. i cum. Both satisfied. He backs off of me, pushes me away and says… “Same time next week slut!”