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05 Temmuz 2023, 05:01
Goddamn it, what happened? My head is throbbing, and will someone please answer that knock at the door? Where am I, and why does my head hurt so fucking bad?"Housekeeping!" I hear someone yelling, and I look towards a door. Looking around, there's peeling paint, a large hole in the wall, and it stinks. I'm busy. I shouted, hoping she would go away."I'll be back in ten minutes," I hear her say, "and it's time for you to go." I hear a cart moving away from the door.Shaking my head, I try to focus.I'm in a bed?well, more of a cot?a damp, smelly, and dirty cot?fuck, what did I do? Throwing off the sheet?well, I think it's a sheet?it is dirty and smelly; it hasn't been cleaned in some time.I'm aware I'm naked.I sit on the cot's edge; my ass, jaw, and pussy are all sore?what the hell was I thinking?Standing on wobbly knees, looking around the room, I see a cot and an overstuffed chair, along with a small TV. That's it except for a small bathroom?well, a toilet and a sink.Walking towards the bathroom, I think, "Damn, I'm so sore," and I see what's left of my clothes on the chair and floor. My dress is there, but the zipper has been ripped open, I don't see my panties or bra, and I can only find one shoe.Stumbling Escort (https://tunceli.t2bro.net) to the sink, I see two Jack Daniels bottles?both empty near the edge of the cot.I need to pee so badly, but the toilet is so filthy. I hover, facing the wall, barely touching the seat as I let loose a stream of hot piss. The sound of the piss hitting the water below hurts my head. Afraid to touch anything, I forgot about using the sink and walked back out.I see my purse hanging on the door knob. Looking inside, I see my car keys and wallet are still there. Breathing a sigh of relief, I try to remember where my car is. I believe I drive across town to the airport bar and grill. Hearing a jet fly overhead made me think the motel was on the runway.Shakily, I grab my dress and slip it over my head, the torn fabric not covering both breasts. One shoe?fuck, I swear?I'll have to hobble.Looking around, it looks like a crime scene from TV as I opened the door. The bright light hurts my eyes as I step out and let the door close.The cleaning lady is approaching and looks at me like I'm a zombie or something as I hobble away on one high heel with a tit exposed. Looking across the parking lot, I don't see my Cadillac. Hobbling across Escort Bayan (https://tunceli.t2bro.net) the parking lot to the front of the Bar and Grill bar, I see it parked out front.Great, I'm thinking?all those people are going to get a real show as I hobble past the big window to my car. Opening the door, I quickly slid inside, breathing heavily. I started the car and quickly exited, heading for the safety of my home.I start remembering things along the way. I was pissed?my ex had just told me about a trip he and his assistant were going to take to Hawaii. Would I watch the dog for him? Of course, being the humiliated ex-wife, I agreed?until he left, and then I exploded.A little background, I married this man thirty years ago after helping him get his dental license and set up a very successful practice. I was the caring wife, taking care of his every need. I'll admit he provided a very good lifestyle?a huge home, a great neighborhood, and two wonderful daughters.But he had a four-inch cock?when hard?and he was a terrible lover. No time for fun?only crawling into bed naked, spread eagle. His four-inch cock was right there for me to suckle. I'd suckle him till he would spill his warm milk?not much?and he would Bayan Escort (https://tunceli.t2bro.net) roll over and fall asleep.So I had a vibrator, and I watched a lot of porn over the years. I didn't complain and was happy with all my committees and clubs. I admit to fantasizing about other men and women. And lately, my favorite porn has been the BBCs.There was a huge black man that took care of the pool at our club. I used to watch him from my lounge chair as he cleaned the pool. In the hot sun, he would sweat, and his skin would glisten. His head was shaved, and he wore a pair of speedos while he worked. I'd watch as his muscles would bulge from lifting the machinery, and he would look my way with a huge grin. I could see his cock bulge through his speedos, and he loved to show it off, standing with legs spread and hips thrust forward. Oh, how many times have my vibrator and I thought about his hard cock.Sorry for getting off-topic.I recall taking a bottle of Jack Daniels from the kitchen and making myself a drink to try to relax. Well, that didn't work, so I told myself, "Maybe a few drinks and a quick dinner will help calm me down."I could not just go to the corner bar where everyone knew me, could I? And I knew that it was kind of rundown over by the airport?none of my friends would be there.On the way there, I took a few swigs of the Jack to calm my nerves. The airport bar and grill sign lit up the night. I pulled in front, locked up the Caddy, and went in.