When I came to her house for the first
time, she looked like any other client that I had. She was a long-haired
brunette, wearing a tracksuit and a too big t-shirt. After we finished I went
home, nothing special happened.
Next week we met again. She was wearing
a skirt and a tight tank top, almost like she wanted to impress me. She was
very happy to see me; she even hugged me, which was a little strange to me.
During the lesson she touched my hand a couple of times and even gave me some
compliments.
At the end of our session she asked me
if I was single. I said that I’m not available, because I was taking my job
very seriously. I explained to her that she shouldn’t act like that and it was
better for us not to meet again. She was clearly disappointed.
In two weeks I got another call from
her. I still don’t know why I agreed to meet her, but I would be lying if I
said I didn’t think of her every now and then. She wore the same skirt as two
weeks ago, but this time she added stockings too. The look on her face was
really different, it was strict and she didn’t smile at all. She didn’t wear
any panties and she wasn’t hiding that from me. The temperature reached its
peak when I asked her for a pencil. She took it and literally put it in her
pussy while looking me in the eyes.
At that time I knew she wouldn’t take no
for an answer. I was aroused and scared at the same time, because she really
looked determined. She said: “Lick it. I know you want it.” I felt like I was
possessed by her so I did it. Then she opened a drawer, took out her handcuffs
and locked my hands behind the chair. I could easily resist, but I didn’t want
to. She took off my trousers and started to tease my cock with her hands and
tongue. She started to ride me. She did everything she wanted. That day I was
her sex toy.
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