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You don't know how you found yourself in this position. Clothed in just your boxers and jeans while you sat in a desk chair in the middle of a hotel room. Your hands are tied behind you held together by some soft cuffs while your legs are tied to the bottom of the chair, both spread apart. You're blindfolded with a nice silky tie.
You're feeling a little chilly as you remember how a series of events led you to this room as you anticipate what's about to come.
A month ago, you got dumped by your long term girlfriend.
"You no longer satisfy me..." said your ex. "For some reason I just can't get you hard." "Babe, are you not attracted to me anymore?" "Are you gay?"
Welp...she was right wasn't she? Less than a month later, there you were sucking on a stranger's eight inch cock. Drool and semen mixed in your mouth as it slivers down your body chin and drops to your chest. A few moments later, you ejaculate from the movements of his hand stroking your own cock as you moan and beg for release.
You blame your ex for putting you in this vulnerable position where you're finally testing out your sexuality. When you were done, the man got up in a hurry and got dressed. As you wondered if you even failed to satisfy on this account, he reassured you that he had a good time and said he was just busy as he was a manager of a famous group and had to tend to their needs at all time.
There you are two weeks later, in the present, as you met him in this very room you're sat in. "I promise you if you trust me, you'll have an amazing time". He says as he convinced you to strip and sit on that chair.
Its been an hour. You're thinking to yourself whether you want to just leave as you easily could. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Then a knock on the door followed by a creak. "Oh my...this looks lovely John" says a familiar female voice.
"Oh well...just doing my job. Taking care of you and the girls" That was the manager's voice.
"Thank you! This is gonna be fun" she squeals. She has an Oceanic accent, maybe Australia.
You cock twitches for a second as you come to realisation of what's about to happen and what you've agreed to for the night. You try and grasp a picture of the girl's look and match the familiar voice to a face. But before you could figure it out, your attention was drawn to the sound of making out. Clear tongue on tongue action between the lady and John the manager.
"Go on love. Have fun. I'll be here." John says. As you hear light footsteps creep closer to the chair you were in. Your heart races as you hear a cute giggle as she comes within a foot of you. You could smell the expensive perfume on her, maybe a YSL brand.
"Hellaur" she says as you feel the softest hands in your life graze your naked thigh before feeling her touch move up your stomach then to your chest. Her touch was magical. It sent shivers down your spine and electricity through your nervous system. After sitting deprived of touch for so long, all you could let out was a whimper.
