29-12-2021, 02:19 PM
His face expression completely changed to horror and I could feel his dick go limp inside me. He immediately pulled it out and rolled off me. I pulled the bed sheet to cover myself as I lay in a fetal position and started crying.
I kept crying for the next five to ten minutes. I don't know why I was crying. I lost my virginity to my then-boyfriend at the age of 19. I didn't mind getting seduced by my landlord despite looking and acting like an ogre. Maybe the fact that it happened in my hometown and in a dilapidated hotel had made me break down.
I could feel that he was sitting on the end of the bed. I didn't want to see his face as I didn't want to gauge his mental state. "I come from a very decent family." I said with my head still buried under my arms.
There was no reaction from him. Of course, it's tough to react unless you want to be sarcastic about it and ask why did you come here then?
"I work in IT, and I earn a very good salary." I continued, "I can pay back the hotel bill for the inconvenience I've caused you."
I could hear him move across the bed and he sat next to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Look, I understand that you don't want this. I will not make you do something you don't want to do. We can get ready and leave and then delete our phone numbers. I promise I will never call you again."
The voice was so gentle and reassuring that I looked up and saw his face lined with chagrin. His eyes looked perfectly calm, with no hidden frustration. I couldn't understand the lack of fight in him. He didn't look like a ladies man to go out looking for another quick fuck. Why was he not begging or pleading with me? I gave him a blowjob twice and even allowed him to enter me. I would have expected a little persuasion to keep going.
"Excuse me?" I said and moved off the bed. I wrapped the bedsheet around me as I found a sudden sense of shame of exposing my body to the same man I allowed to eat my pussy in a public place. I went into the bathroom. I was surprised that for a shabby hotel, the bathroom actually looked good. It had a decent commode and a functional shower. There were also single-use soaps and towels. Maybe the love birds using it needed to wash themselves off before they left.
I removed the bedsheet and stepped into the shower. As the water fell on me, I was contemplating what just happened.
I kept crying for the next five to ten minutes. I don't know why I was crying. I lost my virginity to my then-boyfriend at the age of 19. I didn't mind getting seduced by my landlord despite looking and acting like an ogre. Maybe the fact that it happened in my hometown and in a dilapidated hotel had made me break down.
I could feel that he was sitting on the end of the bed. I didn't want to see his face as I didn't want to gauge his mental state. "I come from a very decent family." I said with my head still buried under my arms.
There was no reaction from him. Of course, it's tough to react unless you want to be sarcastic about it and ask why did you come here then?
"I work in IT, and I earn a very good salary." I continued, "I can pay back the hotel bill for the inconvenience I've caused you."
I could hear him move across the bed and he sat next to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Look, I understand that you don't want this. I will not make you do something you don't want to do. We can get ready and leave and then delete our phone numbers. I promise I will never call you again."
The voice was so gentle and reassuring that I looked up and saw his face lined with chagrin. His eyes looked perfectly calm, with no hidden frustration. I couldn't understand the lack of fight in him. He didn't look like a ladies man to go out looking for another quick fuck. Why was he not begging or pleading with me? I gave him a blowjob twice and even allowed him to enter me. I would have expected a little persuasion to keep going.
"Excuse me?" I said and moved off the bed. I wrapped the bedsheet around me as I found a sudden sense of shame of exposing my body to the same man I allowed to eat my pussy in a public place. I went into the bathroom. I was surprised that for a shabby hotel, the bathroom actually looked good. It had a decent commode and a functional shower. There were also single-use soaps and towels. Maybe the love birds using it needed to wash themselves off before they left.
I removed the bedsheet and stepped into the shower. As the water fell on me, I was contemplating what just happened.
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