Night Three, Part III – THE BREAKDOWN

It’s now my third night in San Diego and I’ve got what I hope is another awesome date planned. This is an interesting scene I had never played before. I will let you enjoy it as it plays out…

         After work, I go out to eat with some co-workers. We go to Old Town San Diego for Mexican. I lived in SD back in 1999 up the hill in Hillcrest and loved to head down to Old Town for Mexican. Gaslamp District wasn’t really a thing back then. Anyway, I get back to my hotel in Mission Valley and slut out. Tonight it’s my Steampunk corset, push-up tiger bra, black leather mini-skirt (with two waist-high lace-up slits in the front so you can see stockings and garters), fishnet stockings, leather studded stocking “hold-up”, pink lace string thong, and my 6” red patent leather fuck-me pumps. I am fully made-up including base & blush, long fake eyelashes, and press on nails. This takes time, but makes me look both more feminine and sluttier – hey, the lipstick is bright slut red gloss and the nails match. And it feels divine. I put on my red wig and my leather “SLUT” choker. I do not put in a plug or cage my clitty-cock tonight. But I put them both in my backpack for the car.

         I look up the guy’s address. He’s in National City. Sure, it’s a sketchy neighborhood, but I’m a sketchy girl. I grew up in a sketchy neighborhood so I get it. Plus in heels I’m 6’4”, 180lbs and am a trained kickboxer (yes, I can kick in heels). I also like sucking and fucking random anonymous men and am a pain slut, so what’s the real risk?

         It’s around 9pm when I get to his block. It’s not that bad. Single family mid-sized homes. I park. I make sure I’ve got condoms and lube in my purse. It’s dark. I get out and walk up the street to his address. I knock. After a few seconds, a Hispanic man opens the door. He’s about 5’6” and steps back, looks up at me and smiles. I say “Hi! My rental car is having issues and I forgot my cell phone. Any chance you would let me use your phone?” While talking I nod to him and he winks and gives me a “Yup, let’s go with this” look.

         “I’m kinda busy” he says (secretly smiling at me). I can see at least one other guy in the next room. Looks like he’s watching TV.

         “I won’t be long,” I say, “I just need to call the rental car company.”

         He hands me his cell phone and I pretend to dial. I have my fake conversation which results in me acting frustrated. I dig in my purse and then look somewhat sheepish.

         “The tow guy needs a credit card or $200 cash. Um….I think I left my wallet in my room. I don’t want to leave the car. Is there a chance you could help me out…?” I seductively touch his shoulder and run my hand down his arm.

         He touches my arm then runs a hand down to the clitty bulge in my skirt, “there might be something. How long until he gets here?”

         “At least an hour,” I say.

         “Were you headed to a party or something?” he asks.

         “Something like that,” I say and move closer to him. He’s good looking and maybe 30. Dark hair and eyes, no more than 160. I feel like a lucky little slut. I reach out for his hand and kiss his fingers.

         “Mmmmm…” I say, “is there somewhere a little more private we can go?”

         He leads me into the next room. There are two guys, same age about, one a bit overweight and the other slender. They are watching a Padres game on TV.

         “Damn!” says the one in the easy chair, “who the fuck is this?”

         It’s clear they’ve been drinking for a while.

         “She needs to borrow some money to take care of her broken down car. I’m gonna help her, because she said she’d be willing to earn it, right baby?”

         “Yes, Sir,” I reply and plant a deep kiss on him. My clitty-cock twitches as I feel his cock already stiffen.

        “Mmmm…I see you find me as…interesting…as I find you,” I say as my hand goes obviously to the bulge in his pants. I look to the other two guys and say, “I really, really love parties and I need to work to earn this. I understand if you guys aren’t into gurls like me…but if you are…let’s party.”

         “Fuck yeah!” says the heavier guy in the chair.

The guy on the coach is already massaging his crotch, “so, you’ve got a cock under there?”

I walk over to him and tell him to find out for himself. He runs his hand up my leg and massages my growing clitty. “Damn!” he says.

“Look, I neither expect nor need anyone to reciprocate, this gurl serves men,” I say. “But I won’t turn it down if anyone is interested. Now, where were we…”

I drop to my knees and start massaging the thin guy’s bulge. He starts to squirm. I undo his pants and unzip his fly. He helps me remove his pants. I massage his cock through his underwear and when it peeks out, I bend over and give it a quick kiss. He groans in pleasure. I kiss it again. He runs his hands through my hair. I moan with pleasure.

I look over at the heavier guy. He’s got his pants off as well and is massaging his cock. “Oh no, baby, that’s MY job. Why don’t you come over here, too?” I say to him. He gets up and moves to the couch. I position myself between them and give both a nice long sloppy kiss so I can give one a hand job while sucking the other.

Meanwhile, my “host” has brought in more beer for his guests. He is naked from the waist down and a full 7” of stiffness…right at my face level…I take his cock in my mouth then work my way around it, kissing, licking then sucking his balls. I feel a hand up my skirt and onto my ass. And a slap.

I turn and look at it’s the heavier guy…he has a nasty grin. “Do you wanna fuck me you slut?” he asks. “Yes!!” I say. I grab my purse off the table and hand him a condom.

“Bitch is prepared,” he says.

“I dress to serve men,” I reply with a wink. “Now, get that on so I can fuck you baby!”

I return to my host’s cock and balls. His eyes are closing and his body is starting to work in temp with my sucking. I use a lot of tongue and spit and emphasize the bottom of his shaft. Sucking cock to me just a pure joy. There are days I would like to dress and just spend the entire day sucking men. And while glory holes are a blast, I like to see the look of ecstasy in their eyes and lust on their faces so I can gauge what they like best; is it a sloppy wet blowjob or do they want to fuck my throat raw? Whatever…just get hard and cum baby!!!

The heavier guy has gotten the condom on. I get some lube and massage his covered cock until it’s hard again. Then I sit back and slowly start to work his cock into my ass-pussy. He’s average, maybe 5-6”, so it’s not a difficult penetration. But, as always, it feels…oh…so nice. I keep my spit-covered hand on my host’s cock as I start to take him deeper. He closes his eyes and is just leaning back and enjoying the feel (or trying to imagine I’m an actual woman…whatever, I don’t care). My clitty-cock is at it’s full 6.5” now, too. I start to take my host’s cock back in my mouth.

As I am now filled in both holes, the thinner guy has stood up and his cock is now inches from my cock-filled mouth. I switch sucking and get my hand back on my host’s cock. This goes on for a good while until I feel the thinner guy’s cock stiffen.

I ask where he wants to cum and he says he wants me to take it. I turn my head to him, grind my ass down on the cock in my pussy, and let him cum into the back of my throat. As usual, I do not spill a single drop as I enjoy the feel and taste of that salty treat. The sight of it makes the heavier guy decide he wants to push hard and he starts fucking me back. I can feel him getting ready, too. He pulls my hips into his and I can feel each pump of his cock as it unloads. He doesn’t move to pull out so I stay there and go back to my host’s cock. Amazing staying power…lucky girl whoever is dating this guy.

After a bit, the heavier guy moves me off and my host sits down. I’m on my knees now sucking him and working my hands around his balls.

The heavier guy says, “Look, the slut’s cock is looking ready.” He’s not wrong. My clitty-cock is close to bursting. “I’ve got an idea he says, but first, take care of “Pete.”” My host is ready to cum and as I start working the shaft, he pulls my head down and groans as he shoots his load. It’s a lot and I have to clean up the remainder that slips out. But I do.

As I sit up, I see the heavier guy has a glass. He tells me to make myself cum and into the glass. I put a little lube on my hands and take my clitty-cock. It’s less than a minute and I shoot into the glass. The heavier guy laughs and then squeezes out his condom into the glass. He hands me the glass, “You want to earn it? Here’s your nightcap, drink up!” And I do!

“Nice!” says the heavier guy.

I ask what time it is and then say I really need to get going. My host walks me to the door. Of course I don’t actually take any money. I give him a peck, he says to keep his number, and I’m off.

And so ends one of THE best trips I have ever taken!

THE END…of THIS trip…

Part III - THe DOM

    My second night I have arranged to meet with a Dominant Alpha Male who has very specific requirements. After that first night (probably the single most wild night of my CD life so far!!) I could use calm. Anyway, this guy gave me his very, very specific instructions and told me to text him once I was fully prepared.

     After work and dinner, I begin to prepare. I don’t need make-up tonight other than eye make-up nor do I need to put on fake nails. This saves a half hour of prep time, which makes me happy. I shower and clean up. Then I put on my cock cage. Tonight, as I will not be leaving the room, I dress differently. I put on my shiny vinyl lace up black mini-dress, my black push-up bra, black fishnet stockings and garter belt, black lace panties and mid-thigh-high shiny black vinyl boots with 5” heels. A very typical CD slut outfit. I cage up my clitty-cock as he had told me to do (“I have no use for that shit” he wrote in the email) I put on my long black curly wig.

     Next, as instructed, I start working my smaller plug into my ass-pussy with lots of lube. Once that is done, I text the Dom and tell him I am ready and give him my room #. He answers shortly with just “20 mins.” I leave the lube next to the foot of the bed…as instructed.

     I pile pillows near the foot of the bed. I put on my slave collar and leash. I put my dildo on the bed as instructed. Then I go and crack my door open and turn off the lights. I go back to the bed and lay down on the pillows in the “ready slut” position of head down, ass up. And I wait.

     And wait.

     After about 15 minutes, I hear the door open. As ordered, I do not look. I hear someone behind me. Breathing. For a few minutes, nothing. Then a hand across my ass.

    “Ok,” he says. He pulls the leash tight and jerks my head up. “This will not do,” he mutters. “Sit up, but do not look in my direction.” I do.

He unclips the leash and I feel him unbuckling the collar. Then I feel the cold of a metal chain on my head as he slips what feels like a dog collar over my head and around my neck. He clips the leash onto it and give is a tug.

Fuck!!! It’s a choker collar and it’s choking me. He releases the choke hold.

“Bend over and grab your ankles slut,” he orders. I do it.

I hear something and then realize he’s taking off his belt. SMACK he swats my ass and balls. I wince. SMACK again, this time harder. “Do you want the buckle??” he asks. I shake my head no. “Alright, then shut the fuck up while I tenderize this meat.”

He smacks my legs…the hamstrings, then the calves. Then back to my ass. I can feel tears welling up and my make-up starting to run. After a few more swats, he stops.

“Now, on your knees!” he orders. I kneel. I hear him moving around.

Then I see the dildo in his hands. He places it to my lips, “Open your worthless hole,” he says. I do and immediately puts the ball gaga in my mouth. It only takes a few seconds and I’m a drooling mess.

“Assume the slut position,” he says. I climb back onto the bed and lay over the pillows. He snaps the choker collar and pushes my head down.

I hear his pants unzipping and the sound of what I hope is him applying lube to his cock.

        Next I feel the plug coming out and the tip of a cock on my ass. I have no idea how big it is. He plays with my ass for a bit then starts to penetrate me. His cock is thick and well-lubed. It feels marvelous. Mmmm…..I slowly start pushing my ass back into his cock to take more. He’s working his body as his cock seems to be growing larger and thicker. My pussy is pretty much full…

        He takes a breath and starts to stroke with more depth and power. Oh god! Now he starts pulling on the leash and collar. My clitty is straining in my cage. This guy…is a magnificent fuck. I am melting under his thrusts and raising my hips in rhythm with him. Eventually, I can’t take it and I cum right in the cage…dripping out and onto my legs. I don’t think he has any idea.

         He starts thrusting harder and deeper, my hips keep are in synch…until finally…he pulls me in and I feel his warm cum filling my fuck hole. When he’s done cuming, he pulls out and tells me to close my eyes.

         I close them.

         He jerks the leash around and tells me to clean his cock. I turn and open my mouth. I lick his cock and balls clean.

         He turns me around and shoves my face into the bed.

         “Don’t you fucking turn around until you hear the door shut and do not open it for at least 10 minutes you fucking whore,” he says, “or I swear, I will choke the life out of you.” He pulls the leash and puts his hands around my neck.

         I get the point. “Yes, Sir” I mumble through the ball gag.

         After a minute, I hear the door shut. I go to clean up.

Another enjoyable night in San Diego!

I'm in town for a conference. Monday night I'm too busy to dress and/or play. Tuesday, well, that was a M2M adventure I'll detail later. But Wednesday, I had a date with a BBC Dom I had met on-line through another CD ….

After dinner, I went to my room and dressed as Roxy. I had on my Steampunk corset, push-up bra, black skin-tight micro-mini skirt, black fish-net thigh-high stockings & garter belt, black g-string panties, black long wig, “slut” choker, and at first my new 4” punk boots. Like I said, dressy as a CD slut makes me feel very sexy & slutty and unbelievably horny…The feel of heels, mini-skirt and stockings as well as the long hair of my wig on my bare back and shoulders while seeing men stare at my incredible legs is a feeling I can’t describe….but I LOVE it! No, I don’t want to be a girl, I just want to be fucked like one. And treated like a slut. Dressed I don’t feel “girly” I feel horny...slutty horny. I want cocks. I want men & women & gurls to look at me and think “easy” and “I’m going to hit that.”

 Now dressed, I headed out to meet my date. The hotel required key cards to get up to the rooms so I could hide a key outside, leave a key at the desk or meet my date outside. We agreed on the 3^rd. I told him where I’d be and that it was up to him to talk to me or not or just give me a nod and I’d walk by and hand him the key (already texted him my room #). This gave him a chance to look me over and walk away if he wasn’t interested. Or if he was really brave, he could walk right up and kiss me. And I’d hold his hand or hang on him like his date. Or just be cool. So I walk through the lobby and out to the street. Yes, I turn heads. Most people are just like “uhh…ok…” and move on, some women will look longer, and then there are the guys that will smile and nod. I walk around the block and light up at the spot I said I’d wait. A few groups of drunk people walk past…I get stares, ignored, and some giggles. After about 5 minutes, this dark-skinned black man walks past on the other side of the street, looking me up. I smile. He crosses the street and says, “Roxy?” He’s about 6’ and 200lbs, in jeans and a short-sleeve shirt that buttons up the front. I tell him I am Roxy and ask if he still wants me. He tells me he is going to my hotel’s bar and that I should follow after a few minutes, sit away from him but at the bar, and buy him a drink. He grabs my crotch, squeezes, demands my spare key – which I give him - turns and walks off.

 I wait 4-5 minutes, then walk back toward the hotel bar. I can see him through the window, he is at the bar talking to the bar tender. I walk in and sit at the other end of the bar. It’s pretty empty. The bartender comes to me and says “that guy says you’re buying his drinks.” I say I am and put it on my room. I get a shot of bourbon for myself. After what seems like forever, he’s been chatting with the bartender (a 30ish woman with short cropped hair), they laugh and the bartender comes to me. “He said to tell you to go to the room, put on your sluttiest heels, put your toys on the bed, get on your knees and wait for him.” She’s really amused. He’s ignoring me. I nod and head up. My pussy is getting hard.

 I go to my room, take off the 4” boots and put on my 6” boots (with the bad heel – last time I wore them before throwing them out). I open my toy bag and put everything on the bed – bondage gear, plugs, dildo, riding crop, ball gag, spider gag, etc. I put on my slave collar then kneel on the floor facing the door. And I wait. About 10 minutes later, the door opens and he comes in. he walks past me, stops in front of the bed, picks up the crop and sits in the chair. He’s still got his drink. He tells me to stand up and walk toward him in my heels. I do. He tells me to turn and face away. I do. He lifts my skirt and I feel his hand on my ass. Then the crack of the crop. Once on each cheek. He tells me to bend over and hold my ankles. I do. He hits me with the crop again. Ass and legs. He compliments both. He tells me to plug my pussy. I lube up the plug and insert it. My cock is starting to rise. He sees that and tells me to stand in front of him. He snaps the crop on my cock. That is exciting AND painful.

 He tells me to get on my knees and beg him for his cock. I do. He tells me to get my cuffs off the bed and put them on my wrists. I do. He puts my hands behind my back and latches the cuffs together. He stands in front of me and tells me to remove his pants with only my mouth. I have to undo his belt, then the snap and fly and then take them down…I lick and kiss his legs on my way back up. His cock is pretty stiff in his undershorts. I kiss my way around it and kiss it with the underwear over it. I can feel it respond to my touch. Mmmm….god that makes me hot…and my clitty-cock is getting stiff again…anyway, I start to take off his underwear with my teeth and he stops me. I look up and he’s staring at me. “My little white boi bitch…how much to you wanna suck my BBC?” I tell him more than anything. “You are little white sissy whore, aren’t you?” YES!!!! I tell him!

 He lets me peel off his underwear and I kiss my way back up…this time taking his balls into my mouth and fully enjoying that feel of a stiff cock and balls and the smell of a man (especially a black man) who’s hot and erect. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I have to work carefully with my mouth. After I’ve worked his balls and cock, he sits back down. He puts his legs around me and pulls me in. I bend and start licking his cock. He puts a hand on my head and guides my head down and his cock into my mouth. It’s a good 7” and thick so it’s very filling. He starts to thrust into my mouth and I’m taking what I can…gagging a bit in this position…he calls me all kinds of names…which only gets me hotter to suck him. He pushes me back and tells me stay on my knees. He stands up and slaps my face with his beautiful tool. I moan. “You like that?” Yes, Sir!! He takes my head and works it back to his cock, then starts to thrust into my mouth again. I feel him stiffen up and he shoots into my mouth. He grabs my nose and plugs it up so I gag and spit some of his load. It seems huge.

 He goes back the chair and sits. Picks up the crop and tells me to bend over facing away from him again. I do and he whips my ass and legs again. He feels up my ass, and the plug. I’m worried he may try to rape me, but he seemed very set on only oral when we set this up. My clitty-cock is stiff again. He slaps it and tells me no white sissy whore of his can use their cock until he is gone. Oh fuck! Exquisite torture!

 He unclips the cuffs but tells me to leave them on and turn around. He smiles and orders me to suck his cock and balls. This time I can use my hands as I’m going to have to work a little harder for round 2…with my hands it actually doesn’t take that long to start to get him stiff again. I simply LOVE wet, sloppy cock sucking. Period. Is that wrong? Anyway, I keep working and he’s getting harder and harder…still calling me his suck slut, white boi trash slave, etc. As he builds to another climax, he pulls out and shoots on my face. Some dribbles down his cock. He tells me I may NOT touch the cum on my face until he allows but that I should clean him up. I eagerly clean his cock, balls, and legs of his cum. I look up at him and he smiles and says, “good slut…kneel.” I stay kneeling. He puts his clothes back and tells me to stand. He compliments my legs and 6” slut boots (which are wobbly now). He tells me he won’t give me the other key back until I buy him one more drink. I may not clean up, may not take the cum off my face and body, plug stays in, must leave on my slut boots, and good luck hiding my erection. We walk to the elevator and go downstairs.

 The bar is still pretty empty. I go to my original seat and he sits at the other end. I am trying to hide my hard-on, but in the skin-tight skirt, it’s impossible. The bartender chats with him again then approaches me. “You’re still buying he says.” I say yes. He’s looking at me. My “date” drinks his shot then hands my other key to the bartender and leaves. The bartender brings it to me. “Well done,” he says, “but you might want to go get cleaned up.” I head back to my room and when I look in the mirror I see the dried cum on my face and my streaked eyeliner. I definitely look like a CD that’s been ridden hard. While I was kind of hoping the bartender might want to play, or might know how to hook me up, I was just too horny to think about it anymore at this point, so I lubed my cock and shot almost instantly. As usual, on my black dildo…so I could lick it up and enjoy it. I fall sound asleep after cleaning up!

So to continue with one of the hottest travel adventures I have experienced...

Part II – The Park

We drive about 15 minutes to a park somewhere near water. Mike pulls over and says, “Alright, you are going to get out here. Then you are going to take your slutty whore ass and walk to meet me on the other side of the park. You will not wipe the cum off your face, dress, and body. You will do anything any guys you meet tell you to do. Now get the fuck out!” He points. There’s a path that leads through the park. He hands me a pack of cigarettes with only a few left and a lighter. “Walk until you see a park bench and then stop and light up. I will meet you there.”

I get out and start walking. As my eyes adjust, I still don’t see people around.  My spikes clicking on the pavement, I work my way toward the other side of the park. I love walking in 6” heels. I don’t see Mike anymore. As I get closer I see a few guys hanging around a park bench.  They’re talking and looking at me. I don’t see Mike. I light up the cigarette. One guy walks up to me and looks me over. “You look like you’ve been having some fun.” I smile. “Some.” He steps in closer, “Is this what I think it is?” he says and points to the dried cum on my face. “I’ve got a lot more if that’s the kind of slut you are.” I look at him, blow out a puff, and say, “Why don’t we find out?”

He reaches under my skirt. “She’s caged!” he shouts! The other two guys come over to me and circle me like they’re stalking an animal. One runs his hand up the back of my skirt. My clitty-cock is straining in the cage, I’m a little scared but also really excited. I hear Mike behind me say, “yeah, that’s her.” I look at him and he just smiles. He’s got a back pack. “Bring her over to the bench.” He says. He reaches in the back pack and pulls out a bottle of JD. They pass it around. Even I get a swig.

“Ok, show my friends what kind of slut you really are,” Mike says. I reach out for two of the guys now bulging crotches and kiss the third one. Mike has taken my leash out of his pack and clicks it on my collar. He leads me to the park bench and then pushes me to my knees. I unzip the closest fly and start to suck that cock. Before I know it, there are two more cocks out, one in each hand. I try to work my mouth around to all three so they all stay lubed and get harder. I finally recognize the one in my left hand as the 7” one from the booth. I smile up at him, “I remember this cock.” He says, “good, because you’re going to get to know it much better.”

Mike jerks on the collar and moves me to bench. I’m kneeing on it with my hands on the back. Two of the guys come around and take each cock in a hand and start to work them again. Mike has come around behind me, he lifts up my skirt and removes my plug. The release into the cool night air feels glorious. I feel the cold touch of lube being worked around me and then what had to be Mike’s cock playing with my ass. He slaps me and I fight to not bite the cock in my mouth. “Pay attention bitch” the guys whose cock I’m sucking says. “Yes, Sir” I say and keep working…alternating between the two in front of me. I feel Mike’s cock starting to penetrate and I have to stop sucking to enjoy the pleasure for a second or two…after years of fantasy, getting my first spit roast…I’m going to enjoy this…but the penetration is stronger than I expect. I stop sucking and look – it’s not Mike it’s the guy from the booth. Oh fuuccckkk…but he’s actually gentle and takes me slowly so I can expand. I couldn’t take it all, but I could take enough that he seemed happy.  I go back to work on the two cocks and the one on the right gets ready to shoot and I take it into my mouth and drain him. Squirming from the fucking I’m now getting. The guy on my left has stepped back.

So booth guy starts to stiffen up and then cums. Hard again. He fills the condom and I can feel it in me (wishing secretly it could have been bareback, being safe). He carefully peels the condom off, folds the top and tucks it into the top of my stocking…ok, kind of hot. The guy how’d back away now had on a condom and Mike pull me back down so he could fuck me…Mike has come to the front and I start to play with his bulge. “Oh no” he says, “You’re going to give me a special treat you fucking cum slut.” The guy fucking me was already close and he cums and does the same with his condom. And as he’s leaving, Mike leads me back to the car. “get in the back and don’t fuck up my car” he says.

And that…is for Part III….

I’ve mentioned this trip to several people in PMs, but I’ve never published it in my blog…until now. This trip was in fall of 2016 and was an amazing experience…it was also in the days of Craigslist…man I miss that. This will be in four parts – Part I The Booth, Part II The Park, Part III The Room, and Part IV The Breakdown.

Part I – The Booth

A few days before I’m due to travel to San Diego. I post an Ad in CL. I was still fairly new to exploring Roxy’s submissive and slutty ways and I wrote an ad looking for Alpha/Dom Men willing to help push my along this road I was starting to enjoy so much. After sorting through the usual CL piles of garbage replies (“Still Lookin’?” or “Hey!”…do those EVER work?) I start corresponding with a few guys that seem promising. The three I ultimately latched onto that didn’t flake on me were a guy who said he would only take me after I’d been thoroughly used, another with a cool fantasy about my car “breaking down” near his house and a third who said he’d take care my whole evening for me and mentioned much I wanted to experience. Parts I and II are about the last guy (the other two will make it into other blog entries). He tells me his name is Mike (I never want to know real names…I value discretion!). We discuss rules, limits, boundaries and fantasies…but no spoilers, I’ll leave those for you to learn as the night plays out…

I arrive in San Diego and check-in to the hotel where my co-workers are staying. We meet for an early dinner. I grab my Roxy “go” bag and head to something more non-descript and with exterior access in Mission Valley. I text Mike and let him know I’m there. I shower, shave, trim, clean up, and start working on make-up. There’s a knock. “Mike?” I ask? “Yup.” I look through the peephole – youngish (30’s) dark hard about my height (5/10) and HWP. Cool. I let him in. I’ve laid out all my clothes on one of the beds for him to choose from.  He picks my black lace-up corset, tiger-pattern bra, brown pleather micro mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, garters, black long curly wig, see-through blouse, and my 6” patent leather ankle-strap fuck-me pumps. Pretty much exactly the outfit I would have picked. He tells me to use a plug in my pussy and leave it until he tells me I can take it out. He tells me to put on my studded leather slave collar and he takes the leash. He asks if I have a cock cage. I say “no.” He smiles and says, “no problem, we’ll fix that first.”

We leave the hotel and walk to his car. We drive about 10 minutes to an adult store off Pacific Highway. He pulls up front and tells me to get out and go inside and ask about cock cages. He will be waiting in the car in the back parking lot. I do as I’m told and this pretty hot punk-looking girl is happy to help me. We decide on a clear acrylic cage. There are a couple of guys in the store and one has looked at me several times. I take the cage and leave the store. I walk around to the parking lot and as I approach Mike’s car I see him talking to another guy. They look at me and the guy says, “ok.” He heads into the store.

Mike tells me to get in the back seat and put on the cage. It takes a while, but I get it on. Mike locks it and puts the key on his car key ring. He tells me it comes off only after I’ve done everything he wants me to do. And if I fail, he will throw away the key. I’m not sure whether he’s joking or not. But I’m excited. He tells me we’re going back in and I’m going to go into one of the video booths with the guy he was just talking to. I’m not to speak unless spoken to but just give him a blow job and make sure I swallow every drop. I love the assignment, but I’m nervous about the risk. He says he will keep a watch in the store. We walk in, he looks at the clerk, she flashes some fingers and we walk toward the back. At the entrance to the booths, he tells me 2^nd curtain on the left and don’t come out until he come to get me.

I walk into the dark video booth and the parking lot guy is there watching str8 porn. It’s a 3-some scene. His cock is already straining in his pants. I get down to my knees and pull down his shorts. I take his cock in my mouth and he immediately starts thrusting. It’s maybe 5” so I have no trouble taking it…and of course, I’m loving it. The smell, the taste, the feel of a really horny guy who wants to fuck my mouth. I work his balls and ass and he grabs my head and forces it down on his cock. Mmmm…I feel it stiffen and he shoots into the back of my throat. I lick him clean and he leaves.

I sit back for a few minutes enjoying the warm satly gooey taste in my mouth and another guy walks in. He’s about 6’ and maybe 30ish. He puts his hands on me to get me to my knees and tells me to make love to his cock. He’s already pulled it out. I work it slowly, take his balls into my mouth, and get his cock wet with my drool. I couldn’t wait to taste him. I keep working him and then sucking on his balls. When I take him back in, he starts to face-fuck me.  Mmmmm... My clitty cock was starting to strain and hurt in the cage. The guy pulled my head as far as he coul…I feel his cock in the back of my throat and fight the gag reflex as I know the pleasure is soon to cum…and it does…a LOT!  “Now, suck him off” he  says and turns to another guy I hadn’t seen come in the booth. He spanked my ass. It startled me. And my cock was in pain. He did it again. I started working the other guy’s cock. This one is all of 7” and thick. He responded better to the softer work of my mouth. After a bit, I could feel he was close, but he looked and me and said, “uh-uh, I’m going to cum on your face slut.” I smiled and kept working his cock.  He reached down, took hold of his cock and came on my face, wig, and chest. A lot. Once he was done, I cleaned his cock. He told me, “Your Master says to leave it and come out now. Oh, and see you later.”

I’m a gooey slimey mess and smell like cock, balls, and cum…basically a pretty happy cum-slut. I walk out of the booth area and Mike is nowhere to be seen. The clerk looks at me and smirks. “He’s in the parking lot, said to tell you to meet him there. Just like you are. Fun night?” I smile, “oh yeah!” “Cool,” she says.

I walk out and around to the parking lot. Mike’s in his car. He points to the back seat. I get in, “don’t get cum on my seatbelt you whore.” I don’t buckle up. He starts the car.

Part II - The Park