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23:35 Community Service!

Hi!

Tonite was a fairly routine job – Me and Zahra ended up in a hotel, me dressed in a black and white polka dot mini dress, black stockings and black patent plats and Zahra with a long white coat to hide the fact she’s wearing a white blouse and grey schoolgirl outfit! Of course we is meetin different clients, so we go to the respective rooms – fortunately on the same corridor and I knock on my door and enter.

The John is in his forties, glasses and beard – he looks like a teacher. I could have worn jeans and flatties but I have made an effort because first impressions matter. I walk across and he stands up and looks nervous, like he always does. I kiss him and feel the bulge at the front of his trousers and think, like I always do, that he would probably rather have me this way instead of our usual ritual. However, he pays the piper so he calls the tune and I go to the bathroom and lock the door.

Hanging up is a red cocktail dress, slightly above the knee, expensive and the sort of dress a classy lady in her late forties would wear. The bra and panties are faded like they have been washed a thousand times. The tan tights have recently been worn and not washed. The garments point to a lady who wants people to think she is glamorous but takes her partner for granted as underneath that lovely dress she wears cheap, functional underwear.

I take off my own clothes and slip into the underwear and shudder as it has obviously just been lifted from the laundry basket. I never, ever, wear tights but I dutifully pull them, on taking care not to ladder them, and roll them over the off-white panties. Then I slip on the dress, which smells of dry-cleaning, and buckle the thin black patent belt around my waist.

The shoes are fcuk-me black patent peeptoe courts with a four inch heel. They are half a size too small but I squeeze into them. Next, I take wedding and engagement rings from my bag and slip them on and take the red Alice Band he has left for me. It has a blonde hair caught on it – the same colour as my hair but with a split end – which shows she’s probably stressed - and I scrape my hair back severely and anchor it in position. Then I unlock the door and join him in the bedroom.

The next minute happens in a blur. He turns and his eyes widen. “Tracy!” he says as he takes two steps towards me. “You fcuking whore!” Then he slaps me across the face and pushes me roughly towards the bed. I could fight him – he’s even skinnier than me - but I go with the flow and land face down on the bed. His fingers fumble as he unfastens my belt and slides it free before roughly grabbing my arms and pulling them behind my back. Then he wraps the belt around my wrists and fastens it before rolling me onto my back with my arms pinned underneath me. This guy must really hate his wife cos I know I’m wearing all her clothes and every time he hits me - he’s really hitting her.

Next he removes my shoes – all the while calling me “Bitch”, “Slapper”. “Tart”, “Whore” and a dozen other words. He slaps my thighs hard before pulling down my tights. At any time I could kick him and break his nose but I lay there squealing ineffectually and wriggling as he slaps my legs some more. Then he takes one of my shoes and rams it into my mouth before using the tights to tie it in place as a crude gag. I hate the next bit, cos he shoves both the toes of the tights up my nostrils and all I can smell is Tracy’s feet.

Next, he slaps me hard across the face and I see stars. Then, by the time I can focus again, he’s got his trousers off and his cock is inside my other shoe! He clambers on top of me an stuffs the shoe between my boobs and fucks it, holding it in place while he pokes his cock in and out of the peep toe while all the while calling Tracy a slut and a whore. I can see it’s hurting him as the peep toe is small and the delicate skin of his glans stretches every time he forces it through the hole. His bell end is red raw by the time he suddenly crabs up my body, pushes the tights to one side and rams his cock into the shoe that’s stuffed in my mouth!

Cursing Tracy, he thrusts himself into the shoe, pinning me to the bed and forcing the toe right into my mouth. Then with a final cry of “Whore!” he cums explosively down my throat. I don’t taste his spunk or anything - as he just shoots it through the peep toe and straight into me. He rolls off panting with the exertion and kneels between my legs. Then he pisses over me – the final humiliation – except it’s over the dress not really me. There are tears streaming down his cheeks as I lay there while he soaks me then he rolls off and sits on the bed, looking away from me and sobbing. I free my hands, remove the shoe from my mouth, go to the bathroom, lock the door and shower then change.

It’s obvious the guy hates his wife but hasn’t the guts to do anything about it. He’s basically a wimp, so he pays me to act out the fantasies he won’t ever dare do in real life. Better he slaps me about, than the classy lady who is his missus – I guess I’m performing a community service of sorts! I leave the bathroom and he’s gone. My money is on the bedside table and there’s a hefty bonus cos he’s slapped me about more than usual. He’ll return after I’ve left and take the clothes back home. He gets the dress dry-cleaned ready for the next time - cos I guess even the most uncaring wife might notice the piss stains!!!

Lotsa love

Melanie

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taffbike November 26, 2009, 14:19	Of all the things he could have done with someone as sexy as you... seems like he missed out there! Still, each to their own and I think you may be right about helping someone in the community!
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