Night Out Ch. 02: Good Morning

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams. Contents: F, M/m, fetish, BDSM, blackmail, nonconsensual, degradation, verbal/situational humiliation, insults, raw/emotional, name calling, forced bi, bisexual, infidelity, clothed female nude male, ex-girlfriend, submission, psuedo-cuckold, oral (M/m, nonconsensual), non-consent, documentation without consent, threats, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, emotional sadism, gloves, lube, heels Let's begin! ********** "So I'm here, what do you want?" I wrapped my arms a little around myself, in part from nervousness and in part from the cold - this concrete block of a room, some sort of an abandoned warehouse or working facility, probably never had any sort of heating installed to begin with and sure as hell wasn't feeling super cozy now. "No need to be so curt with me, you

She sighed as she leaned on the counter, her mind drifting as she absent-mindedly mixed her favorite drink. It had been a stressful week and all she wanted now was to relax, enjoy her weekend and her man. She'd been pushing hard to finish the project at work, and her constant worries about completing it to her exacting standards has been weighing her down. She knew she was a perfectionist, but that's the way she'd always been, and it has served her well so far, 2 promotions within 2 years and she was climbing the ladder fast. She had been pushing so hard, she did worry that he was feeling neglected, and that brought a frown to her delicate features. But that small frown disappeared as she realized he'd be walking in the door soon. The sound of his diesel truck pulling in the driveway a welcome respite from the weariness weighing on her. Catching a whiff of his scent, the sweat, aftershave and musk of a hard day's work pouring off of him stirs a longing in her as h

"Bitch what you need to do is get a life! Shanda, you are not the first woman to be divorced with kids and you won't be the last. I bet Chad somewhere laying some dick down while you all up here working and taking care of grown ass kids letting your last good years pass you up on some Ms. Independent shit. Girl I keep tellin' yo ass you ain't got to fall in love with these men just get you a boo, get the dick, and move around just like they do us. Period!" I roll my eyes at the phone. I have heard this line from my best friend Renata at least once a month since my divorce was finalized four years ago. "Fuck I wish my sorry ass baby daddy could scoop Aiden up, shit bitch I would ball the fuck out, straight cut the fuck up in these people streets. Shit I wouldn't know how to act." "Bitch really, you do that now," I laughed. "True, true girl a bitch gotta live. You know my motto: YO fucking LO!" My name is Shanda Carson. I am a 35-

When he opened the door, there wasn't much talking. We both knew why I was there. He lives in a small subdivision in the middle of nowhere, built around a lake away from town. The houses out there are modest, but his had a nice view of the lake. As soon as I walked in, I reached out and rubbed his cock. He was wearing all black. Black panties, black bra and black stockings. He groaned as i felt his cock, and started to stiffen as soon as I touched him. He was ready for action. I said, "Let's go.", and he led me to the bathroom. He knelt in the shower and looked greedily at me, waiting for me to undress. I kicked off my shoes and then pulled my shirt over my head. I buttoned my jeans and pulled them down and off, tossing them to the side. I hadn't bothered with underwear because I knew what was going to happen. He's a big guy, stout. Probably 5-9 or so, and around 200 pounds, and in his early 50s. Shaved head, potbelly. His cock wasn't big, maybe 5 inches