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Taken By Default

... of my dick after a while, but kept looking at me. ‘Take it out.’ The words jolted me. She had not whispered. ‘W-what?’ ‘I said, take it out.’ I looked at her, but had to divert my eyes under the pressure of her stare. Her face was dead serious. ‘I… no! I can’t do that here. Someone will notice.’ ‘You weren’t too concerned about that a minute ago while you were whacking off.’ ‘I wasn’t… ‘ The woman drew from her cigarette and blew the smoke in my face. Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear. ‘Listen. You started this. Now take it out or I start screaming rape and murder.’ I had an impulse to get up and run, but something in the look of her eyes held me back. Or was it something in me? The whole situation was crazy, but it was extremely arousing at the same time. I slowly unzipped my fly and peeled the front of my briefs from my pulsating dick. It popped out against the bottom of the counter. ‘Show me.’ I looked around, then slowly straightened up a few inches, enough to allow her a glance at my exposed dick. I was shocked at how the white flesh contrasted against my dark blue trousers and quickly hunched over again. ‘OK. Now let’s see you jerk off.’ I had fantasized about this. An angry woman finding sadistic pleasure in humiliating me. Forcing me to do things for her sole enjoyment. But this was different. This was real. ‘I’m sorry,’ I mumbled while I quickly zipped up and rushed out of the bar. Act II: Where she subdues me I slammed the door of my room shut with my ...

... shoulder and slid down to the floor, tears rolling down my face. Oh my god oh my god oh my god, what a fool I’d made of myself. My chest felt like it was about to burst with emotion, a wild myriad of contradicting feelings that clashed and roared inside me. What had happened down there? Why had I acceded? And why had I crumbled? Was I so obvious? A soaring pain ripped through a core in me I had long forgotten. Images of my mother came and went, I could hear her shrill voice calling out my name in blind rage. I needed someone to hold me, to hug me tight and let me sob my heart out on her chest. But I was alone. The phone rang. The room was dark, but I didn’t want to turn on the light. I inhaled deeply and got up to feel my way along the wall until I reached the bed. I sat down and picked up the phone, not even wondering who it could be. ‘Yes?’ ‘Room 304. And make it snappy.’ She hung up. I sat in the dark, confused. The sharp tone, the commanding take-for-granted attitude. I had wanted it to be her. She must have gotten my room number from the bartender. It wasn’t that I was appalled. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go. I knew that I would the moment she gave me the order. But I was nervous and afraid. Never before had I met a woman who had looked through me with such ease and pinpoint accuracy. She had smelled my susceptibility like a feline smells its prey. And I, the prey, was too spellbound and awestruck to run for dear life. My knees were shaking when I knocked at the door ...