Deerplain Donna 14

I waited for a call. I waited. I forced myself to eat. I waited. I drank some pinot grigio. In the moment which I hung my head in despair there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

The voice replied, “Housekeeping.”

With hope I asked, “Melanie?”

The voice replied, “Mr. Flintlock, you called for me?”

I rushed to the door. I opened it and a stranger was standing in front of me. She was holding an ice cooler in her hand. Assumingly, she handed it to me and I took it. The puppy was still whining beneath the duvet of the king bed while locked in her cage. The lady walked in and said, “Please close the door.” Silently I complied. I was fidgety and I didn’t know what to do with the plastic ice chest.

She extended her arm and said, “My name is Hunter Burroughs. I trust that you know who I am, Mr. ”Not” Flintlock.”

I shook her hand. It was a firm and confident grip. She was 100 percent business class. I apologized. “I’m sorry for pretending to be Mr. Flintlock, but I have an emergency. I need your help. “

She smiled slowly and spoke tersely, “There are no emergencies. There are only immediate solutions. How may I help you, Jordan.”

My brain stuttered at the fact that she knew my name. I recovered and assumed a familiar tone with her. “So you know Melanie and I need her number.”

She licked her lips and cocked her head slightly. “Is this a matter which I can help you with directly, Jordan?” she asked with a slight smile.

I remembered my contract with Brent and promised myself that I would keep this “whoo whoo” as discreet as possible. I answered, “No ma’am. This is a private and professional issue. But if you trust Melanie enough to allow her to barge into Brent’s suite, then I hope that you trust that subsequent matters need to be dealt with as delicately as possible.”

She smiled and licked her lips again. She pointed at the cooler which I held in my limp left arm, “Put that on the coffee table, please.” I did so and returned to my parlay stance. She kicked off her high heels and we both stood at an equal height.

She was an enigmatic figure. From head to toe. As she sized me up, I analyzed her style.

She wore her long blonde hair in corn rows. Her suit was definitely masculine. She wore a jacket, a vest and a black tie – as if mocking the male uniform. Instead of slacks, she wore a pencil skirt which ended just above her knees. I felt as though we were instantly familiar and it made me feel uncomfortable. She was the most important person in this hotel. This situation could go sour at any moment, I thought.

I looked at her bare feet and her toenails were painted black. Her hands, however had French nail treatment. Obviously this woman had a thing for duplicity.

She removed an envelope from her pocket and set it down on the coffee table. She returned to face me and said, “Your fee.”

I squinted a confused expression. She explained, “There’s a phone number in there.”

I asked, “My fee?”

She rubbed my left bicep as she spoke, “The fact that you value discretion in your personal affairs means that you may be of some use to me right now. I was relieved to hear that you would not involve me in the matter between you and Melanie. Loose lips sink ships.”

Instantly I recognized this as a scene that needed a parlay before I claimed the envelope. “I don’t do FEM Dommes. It’s a hard limit,” I said with a sad tone. Damn, I thought. That number is so close yet so far away.

Hunter said as an aside, “Your client and I met on line while pursuing similar interests. I want an enema. I want you to give me an enema. Simple.”

I laughed with relief. “Mel is into metal, Ms. Burroughs. I didn’t know that she was into scat.”

She said, “Hunter – call me Hunter.”

I repeated, “Hunter.”

The lady explained, “Scat is not an issue. I give myself green tea enemas regularly, so my pipes are clean.”

I had no idea of what to say. This was obvious to her so she pointed toward the cooler and said, “Open it.”

I opened the cooler and saw a metallic chain resting within loose ice cubes. There was a vessel of KY Jelly and a box of latex gloves on top of the ice. I looked at her and she was smiling egregiously. I placed the envelope in my pocket and she immediately began removing her tight pencil skirt.

I removed two gloves and placed them on my hands. I asked, “So, this is a Ben Wa bead kinda scene?”

She removed her thong and said, “Close the cooler and put it on the floor.”

I complied. She put two pillows from the couch beneath her knees and bent her self over the coffee table. Her rotund butt cheeks were exposed.

I asked, “What do you want?”

She said, “Remove the chains from the cooler and wipe off the condensation.”

I pulled the chain from the ice. It was roughly a half a meter of 10 millimeter links of stainless steel. I walked into the bathroom to get a towel to wipe off the moisture. I closed the door and pulled down my trousers. I gave myself a quick soapy dick and ass “spritz”. I still had the dried crud of the rapist puppy on my nether regions.

I grabbed a towel and returned to the coffee table. She watched me wipe the length of chain and said, “Don’t let it get warm.”

I took the lubricant and squeezed a dollop of the contents on her bleached ass hole. She shivered from the cold. I laid the chain straightly along her spine. Again she shivered. I knelt behind her and slowly pushed the first link into her sphincter. Her hole accepted the metal like a suckling animal. I applied lubricant on the next link and pushed the chain farther into her starfish. I repeated this process with the cold chain until only one link was visibly hanging out of her full butt hole.

“Is it all in?” she asked. Her hands gripped either sides of the coffee table over which she had bent her body. She reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a condom. She handed it to me and said, “Fuck me, Jordan. Fuck me like you hate me.”

I felt my penis, and it wasn’t ready for a condom yet. She could sense my hesitation. This puppy situation had me stressed. As if reading my mind she said, “There are no emergencies. There are only immediate solutions. There’s a toy beneath the ice in the cooler.”
I reached into the ice and removed a metal dildo from the chest. I wiped away the condensation and I placed a drop of lube on it. The head was shaped like a microphone. I eased the cold metal into her vagina with a circular motion.

She muffled a moan as if there were people in the next room. Slowly I pushed it in and out while going deeper. When I had it in as deeply as it could go, I pulled it in and out while hitting her cervix with every thrust.

My erection at that point was ready for a condom. I left the bullet shaped toy in her vagina and I pulled down my pants. She pulled a remote control from her vest pocket and pressed a button. The dildo began to vibrate. Damn, this lady is Jamie Bond 007, I remember thinking to myself.

I rolled on the condom and removed the dildo from her vagina. I pressed the head of my penis against the link which dangled from her anus in order to tease her.

She asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I hate you, you fucking whore.” I pushed my entire shaft into her pink crease and I thumped her cervix. I grabbed both her shoulders and pulled her into me as I thrusted my hips into her glutes. Silently I closed my eyes and I imagined fucking Ms. Vyce so that I would not cum too quickly. I pounded away.

After several minutes of thrusting, she broke the silence. “Why do you hate me?” she moaned

I answered, “Because you need to get what you deserve, you party pig cum dumpster.”

I pushed her jacket, her vest and her shirt into a crumpled heap just below her shoulder blades. I pulled my penis from her pleasure cave and I reached for the dildo. I inserted the toy at a downward angle and prodded her g-spot. She backed on to the toy like a cat in heat.

“What did I do wrong?” she asked as she rocked back and forth onto the shaft.

I answered, “You know what you did, you slut. You know why I hate you. Now you’re gonna get what you deserve. Shut the fuck up.”

I removed the toy and grabbed her waist with both hands. I reinserted my cock into her cavern of pink and I growled, “I fucking hate you. You’re a mole.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…sorry…sorry..sorry!” she exclaimed every time I pounded her cervix.

“Zip your sod filled mouth and get what you deserve, cunt,” I growled as I augered her crease.

She wheezed until she stopped breathing altogether. I placed my left hand over her eyes as I pounded against her butt cheeks. “I hate you,” I whispered.

Her body convulsed and I could feel her orgasm in the silence. Her vaginal walls convulsed and gripped my cock with the strength of my own hand. Her ass rippled as the surface of a pond on a windy day.

“Zahh!” she whispered, “Pull it out – Pull it out Pull it out.”

I backed my penis out of her and I slowly pulled at the dangling link.

“No!” she said urgently. “Fast fast fast, now!”

I said, “There are no emergencies only -”

She broke character and hissed “Shut your hole and pull it out now!”

I rested my left hand on her right ass cheek and I yanked the chain as though I were starting a lawn mower. When It was completely out of her ass, she let go of the coffee table and dropped her face flatly.

She writhed uncontrollably for well over a minute as I rubbed my cock. Finally I ejaculated on the small of her back as she regained her normal breathing patterns. She moaned slightly as I buttoned and belted up. I reached for my fee and opened the envelope.

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