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Motel Magic Hour – Part 1My heart was racing as I pulled into the parking lot of the motel off Route 25.The location of the motel would make one feel as though it would be the kind of place that would be desolate and run down, but apparently it was quite popular. I hadn’t expected to see so many vehicles parked in the lot of the place; many with people still sitting in them looking at their phones, or just watching people come and go. I was going to have to get out of my car, and they were all going to see me.The fact that it was quite obvious that the majority of people present were there for nefarious sexual purposes should have made me feel a bit more comfortable in that I was among perverts. It wouldn’t matter why I was there; they knew I was on my way to either slut it up with some man (or woman..) in the privacy of one of those rooms, or I was there to whore myself out to whoever didn’t have a date for the evening… you know, like how it can be a bit exhilarating the first few times you enter a porn shop~ How you know everyone else in there COULD judge you, but what grounds did they have to stand on, as they too were there under the same roof?From the looks of some of the men watching me from their cars, I could tell which ones were hoping that I had arrived as a whore. My heart just wouldn’t slow down.I pulled around the main building looking for room 104. The man I had been talking with the past 2 weeks said that was where he was, and that he bursa escort brought a friend who also brought a crossdresser to play with; he thought it would be hot if the 4 of us all had some fun. He had even dropped sly comments about how he had a few other friends who would be so jealous that he was going to get to have fun with me. Apparently, some of his friends had also been chatting with me, but he was the one who won my attention with all his talk of bondage and helplessness. His name was Alan. I don’t know his friends’ names, but they were rather tame in how they thought and spoke; all they wanted to do was tell me 1) how big their cocks were, 2) how badly they wanted to fuck my mouth and my cunt, and 3) how they were going to breed me and flood my ass with cum. Standard issue, really. Of COURSE that’s what a pervert like me wants. I still loved hearing them tell me how hard and deep they were going to fuck me, but Alan was different.He spoke in ways that just infected my mind with these thoughts and desires.. he made being bound, gagged, and viciously used by multiple men sound like it was the hottest thing in the world, even though I knew it was probably the most dangerous thing in the world for me. I blinked. I was trailing off thinking of how I found myself slowly driving around a remote motel off some highway in the middle of the Allegheny Mountains in the middle of nowhere on a cool September night. There mersin escort it was. Room 104. My mind shifted to another dillema~There were lots of people around. Some just walking along the sidewalks outside of the rooms.. some standing outside their rooms up on the 2nd floor of the motel having a smoke, people watching.. some were still sitting in their cars.. I quickly counted at least 5 men; -Men-.. no women.. that I could see. The security lighting outside the hotel brightly lit up the rows of cars parked directly in front of the rooms, whereas the opposite side of the parking lot was dark trees with no security lighting. Do I pull up in front of the motel room where my car will be lit up and everyone can see me inside? Or do I play shy and park over in the shadows where someone could easily take advantage of me in the dark?.. I knew.. KNEW I was going to stand out regardless. Bimbo blonde hair..Shiny metallic gold trenchcoat.. Whore-perfect makeup in shades of pink and purple with dark mascara..Rosy cheeks..Glossy pink lips..Alan said he wanted me to look like a whore when I showed up, and to be dressed in the outfit he had ordered and mailed to my post office box earlier in the week. I looked every bit as feminine as a real girl would, thanks to my makeup practice over the years, but this ridiculous outfit called attention to me in ways that would practically call me out in an instant I stepped into the light… sakarya escort Not that I needed to leave my vehicle…I decided to pull up in front of Room 104.. Bottom floor. A large security light was mounted directly above the single window of the room, and it shone directly into my car. It reflected off my gold-colored trenchcoat and lit up the interior of my car.. being that it was so dark in the area, I felt like a beacon in the middle of the night. I felt multiple sets of eyes on me.. I could tell a man in a car a few spaces away was staring at me, shifting and looking around as though he was ready to approach me to see if I was for hire. I looked so much like a prostitute it wasn’t funny.I knew the longer I waited in the car, the most chance it was going to open up some of the men standing around outside the rooms there to being brave or bold enough to approach me.I needed to get inside as soon as possible.I shut my car off and immediately stepped out, my heels making a distinctive clacking sound in the middle of the night. I could have swore that I heard it echo from the trees. I tried to keep my head down, but I didn’t want to completely present myself as easy prey.. so I firmly closed the door and pressed the lock button on my key fob.. just as I realized it was going to make my horn beep…. BEEP..I could feel every set of eyes outside immediately round on me..I knew that if my shiny metallic calf-length coat didn’t scream that I was a whore, my stockings and heels definitely would project the message to any who saw me. I quickly knocked on the door, and waited just a moment before I heard a deep chuckle and the door’s lock opening up. It swung open, and a familiar voice sounded out of the darkened room, “Come in! Come in!…”
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