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 Bedspread by Sirkeljerk (sirkeljerk@hotmail.com)

   Nicole shivered and her nipples ached.  She felt the rough cloth of the
motel bedspread, damp under her sweaty palms.  She was naked except for the
$2 belly chain that she had bought at Delia's the day before and the 6 inch
black stilettos which pinched her toes and tightened her quads.  She hated
the shoes and thought the belly chain was slutty, but other considerations
were more important.  She'd done as she was told.  That desire also
explained the long braid of blonde hair that currently tickled the small of
her back.

   She'd met Marcos in a chat room six months ago and in the mean time his
voice over the phone and his words on the net had brought her to countless
orgasms.  Now she stood all but naked in room 302 of the Sunrise motel out
on Route 7.  She'd been standing there for almost an hour, ass raised,
pussy dripping.  Marcos had instructed her in everything.  It was how she
liked to be treated, she now understood.  It made her tremble and quake,
and the orgasms simply shattered her.  Now she bent over the motel bed,
finally ready to meet The Man, her Man.  He had instructed that she rent
the room on her company charge card so she would need to explain her wanton
needs in some way.  He had also instructed that when she checked into the
motel, she wear nothing but the heals, the cheap belly chain and a light,
short summer raincoat, though it had not rained in days.  The night before,
Nicole had masturbated as Marcos told her how the clerk would leer when she
checked in, as he told her that she was to flash the clerk as she walked
from the dingy little office, as he told her that she was to only refer to
herself in the third person, using as many "like's" as possible when
talking to the clerk.  The idea that she, a 30 year old mother, would do
these things had pushed her over into a screaming orgasm last night and it
had made her dripping wet as she had followed the instructions to a T this
afternoon.

   The unshaven, homely clerk had stared and stared at the rosy cheeks that
peaked from beneath her short sky blue raincoat.  She was slightly scared
and very turned on as she told the clerk that Nicoley-Wooley was like a
little slut and needed to like rent a room, but just for like the afternoon
because she was in like desperate need of a man's pee-pee, tee-hee.  The
clerk had stood wide-eyed as she had handed over the charge and prattled on
about Nicoley-Wooley's exciting afternoon.  After signing the charge slip,
she told the clerk that Nicoley-Wooley had to like go get fucked now and
she'd flipped up her shorty raincoat and walked out the door.  Now she had
been bent over the bed for nearly an hour, singing in a little girly voice
about how Nicoley-Wooley was a slutty-wutty.  The situation was slowly
overpowering her resolve to follow the instructions.  Her clit burned to be
touched, sucked, and fucked.

   She finally couldn't take it anymore.  Her clit cried out for her hand
and the more she sang the humiliating ditty, the more she thought of
herself as a slutty little girl who really couldn't be expected to control
herself.  Moaning loudly, she lifted one hand off the bed and slid it down
her anticipation soaked body to her clit, pinching the pink nubbin
savagely. As an orgasm ripped through her body, a snarl filled the room and
a heavy weight crushed her to the bedspread.  Nicole hadn't even noticed
the presence in the room and the sudden fright of being crushed to the bed,
nipples scraping against the course bedspread, only accentuated her
overpowering orgasm.  A gloved hand reached over her body and began
smacking her lightly across each cheek and a deep voice growled softly into
her ear.  Slutty little Nicole couldn't follow my directions.  Now slutty
little Nicole will have to be punished.

   The gloved hand ceased its light slapping and grabbed the thick braid of
blond hair.  The weight shifted from Nicole's back, to her buttocks, and
then off of her thirty year-old body, the glove still pulling on her braid.
As Nicole began to stand, a second glove pushed into the middle of her
back, directing the woman to remain bent over the bed.  Nicole stayed down,
her nipples being over stimulated by the coarseness of the cheap bedspread,
her thighs parted by a blue jean clad leg.  The glove in her back rose up
and then came crashing back down with a smack on her tight, tanned ass,
which now stuck high in the air.  The blows rained down as the other glove
kept Nicole's head up and facing the headboard.  As her ass warmed and her
nipples chaffed, Nicole flooded the bed with her juices, the hot leather of
the gloves and the warm musk of the fully clothed man behind her causing
her to be more turned on than any other time that she could remember.

   Finally there was the sound of a zipper from behind her and a large warm
dick eased her pain as it bottomed out on the first stroke into her pussy.
Nicole's pussy rippled around the hot cock, her brain flooded with love and
appreciation.  Neither of the hands eased their work as the cock rocked
back and forth in the warm wetness of Nicole's pussy.  The man behind her
spoke, telling her to apologize and she did.  The hand on her braid jerked
at her head and the other hand smacked her now burning ass twice as hard.
She was told to apologize correctly.  Nicole screamed as she orgasmed again
that Nicoley-Wooley was like sorry-warry, sir, please forgive her...