These are two consenting adults who are not related. Enjoy!
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I take a deep breath and walk towards you. I cannot believe this is happening. It's really you. I throw my arms around you. And you pull back to kiss me. Your kisses are amazing and I grip onto you to stay upright.
"Let's go to our hotel," you say. We decide to drive separately and not leave our cars at the park in smalltown no where between both our home states.
When we get to the hotel you hold my hand as we walk in. We check in and head up to our room.
Now it is so real. You say "girl, I want you to have a seat," and point at an armchair next to the bed.
As I sit staring you open your bag and lay out some things on a desk. A whip, rope, a ruler, a buttplug, and lube. Now you stare back at me. "Where are your vibrator, blindfold and hairbrush I told you to bring" you demand.
I start to get up.
"No. Sit back down. I said where are they."
I blush. "In the front pocket of my bag," I whisper.
"Good girl," you say and retrieve the items, adding them to your spread of toys.
"Now lay back on the bed," you tell me.
I scramble onto it. Then you cover my eyes with the blindfold. I hear you move away. Soon scissors I didn't notice you had are cutting away all my clothes. "Faster this way," you murmer. Then rope is tied around my ankles and wrists.
"Tell me your safewords," you say.
"Red for stop and yellow for slow down." I say.
Suddenly I feel you touching my breasts, then spanking them. You move away for a second and suddenly what I assume is the ruler is making a thwap sound on my breasts. I scream as you wack them over and over. It stings and hurts. You change instruments and it's the whip now. Smacking my breasts. I cry out and soon I am sobbing. You stop. All is still for a moment.
Then your fingers are in me. Getting me close. I'm moaning. My pussy is tightening. I know not to cum but oh how I need to. Just as I think I can't hold it you command "cum." And do I ever. I cum fast and hard, gripping your fingers.
Then smack, smack, smack. You're spanking my pussy with your hand. I scream. I say no. But I do not release the word red. In all reallity I want more. More pain. More pleasure.
After a few more slaps to my pussy you climb on top of me. You are naked. I wonder when that happened. You kiss me. I wish you would untie me and remove my blindfold, but instead you finger me and stroke my clit. Then all at once a lubed up buttplug is in my ass. I cry into your lips, which are kissing mine.