Meeting Lisa E Part 6 - Christmas play date - Sex Stories

Meeting Lisa E Part 6 - Christmas play date

... but never knew for sure. The waiter down stairs, the one that fucked me in every hole in the car park after I left the room, that was clear enough not you.”

I said “Gee that happened fast, how did he find you. Why didn’t you just come back to the room. I just don’t think I said or did anything to deserve that treatment. If the role play was what upset you I’m really sorry. It was along the lines you had told me to do for role play.”

Lisa hung her head and said “I was really upset, he found me in the basement looking for my car. He was going to call the police. I told him to fuck me instead. He’s a guy, of course he fucked me.”

I said “Do you want me to follow up with the hotel, staff should not take advantage of guests. Does not matter if they are drunk. I know we are just friends and you can do what you want sexually, but I feel responsible that that staff member basically raped you.”

Lisa said “No just forget it. It was my fault. I was angry and wanted to get back at you because I was angry.”

I said “I’m still going to take it up with the hotel.”

Lisa said in a very angry voice “No leave it alone. Can't you fucking understand, I loved it. I’m a worthless disgusting fucking slut. I loved him fucking my face and ass in public, in the bloody basement. I wanted it. I asked for it. I sucked his cock after he ...

... fucked my ass. If there’d been any more staff around, I would have fucked them too. I’m a fucking whore. I’m not worth your friendship.”

I said “Were you angry at me for the trick about the waiter in the room. I thought you would work it out and love the dirty scenario. You did go off big time.”

Lisa replied “I did love it. I still do love it. That’s why I got so angry. You reminded me of how much guilt I have, how disgusting I can be when I let the Lisa Monster out of the box. How the most disgusting horrible things I’ve done in my life, are the things I think about most when I fuck myself with the biggest toys I have.”

I said “I usually like the Lisa Monster.”

She replied “You have never really seen the real Lisa Monster. I am a whore.”

I said “We have done pretty much everything sexual together and most role play that there is. What else can there possibly be?”

Lisa said “The truth.”

I sat there looking into her eyes for a long minute. She put her head in her hands and started to cry. It was the first time Lisa had cried in front of me knowingly in the years we had been friends.

That discussion led to me talking Lisa into having grief counselling. She needed it for whatever trauma she had bottled up inside her. That lead to many changes in the friendship and many changes in Lisa’s risky lifestyle choices.