I met my girl back in 2015. We worked in different departments—me in building construction, and she in marketing. The first time I saw her, I was captivated by her eyes. She had these mesmerizing, dark doe-eyes, a perfect nose, and kissable lips. Her face could have belonged to a celebrity. But she was known to be a bit of a snob, especially with people from my side of the business.
Fast forward to 2019. I had already left the company when she unexpectedly reached out, asking if I could help her with a costume for her daughter—she’s a single mom. That small favor turned into daily conversations. Soon, we were talking every hour of the day, sharing dreams, favorite things, even our secrets. Eventually, we revealed our kinks to each other. She told me she was into S&M and had always seen herself as a submissive. This took our chats to a more intimate level, leading to steamy video calls and long, NSFW conversations. Sometimes, she'd surprise me in the middle of the day with an impromptu call, her already caught up in the moment, her pleasure on full display, sometimes even to people beside me who i don't know.
When we finally decided to meet, it was clear we were ready to take things to the next level. I had taken on the role of her Dom, and she, my eager Sub. As we were driving to a motel about 45 minutes away, I instructed her to undress and touch herself in the car. By the time we arrived, she was already worked up, following my commands perfectly. As I checked us in (in my country the attendant approaches the car, instead of us approaching a front desk), her eyes meeting the gaze of the attendant, her fingers moving between her already creamy legs as her other hand played with her lactating chest.
Once we were ready to enter, I asked her to step out of the car and open the door for me. She hesitated, knowing she’d be fully naked to the attendant. When I reminded her who she was meant to obey, she hesitantly complied, stepping out and opening the door as the attendant awkwardly pretended not to look. After closing the garage door, the attendant said, “Okay na, sir. Ready na po yung room niyo,” letting us know everything was set. But I wasn’t done yet.
“Wait here a moment,” I told him, and then commanded my girl to face him while I took her from behind. I told her to beg him to watch, and she did, looking back at him as she pleaded, “Kuya, panoorin mo po muna ako.” Though he declined, saying he couldn’t stay, I could see it had left a lasting impression.
When he left, I decided to raise the garage door slightly open, just enough that anyone driving by could catch a glimpse of us. It was a thrilling experience, heightened by the risk, and when we noticed a woman pull out her phone as if to record, we rushed upstairs to our room to finish the night together in private.
Fast forward to 2019. I had already left the company when she unexpectedly reached out, asking if I could help her with a costume for her daughter—she’s a single mom. That small favor turned into daily conversations. Soon, we were talking every hour of the day, sharing dreams, favorite things, even our secrets. Eventually, we revealed our kinks to each other. She told me she was into S&M and had always seen herself as a submissive. This took our chats to a more intimate level, leading to steamy video calls and long, NSFW conversations. Sometimes, she'd surprise me in the middle of the day with an impromptu call, her already caught up in the moment, her pleasure on full display, sometimes even to people beside me who i don't know.
When we finally decided to meet, it was clear we were ready to take things to the next level. I had taken on the role of her Dom, and she, my eager Sub. As we were driving to a motel about 45 minutes away, I instructed her to undress and touch herself in the car. By the time we arrived, she was already worked up, following my commands perfectly. As I checked us in (in my country the attendant approaches the car, instead of us approaching a front desk), her eyes meeting the gaze of the attendant, her fingers moving between her already creamy legs as her other hand played with her lactating chest.
Once we were ready to enter, I asked her to step out of the car and open the door for me. She hesitated, knowing she’d be fully naked to the attendant. When I reminded her who she was meant to obey, she hesitantly complied, stepping out and opening the door as the attendant awkwardly pretended not to look. After closing the garage door, the attendant said, “Okay na, sir. Ready na po yung room niyo,” letting us know everything was set. But I wasn’t done yet.
“Wait here a moment,” I told him, and then commanded my girl to face him while I took her from behind. I told her to beg him to watch, and she did, looking back at him as she pleaded, “Kuya, panoorin mo po muna ako.” Though he declined, saying he couldn’t stay, I could see it had left a lasting impression.
When he left, I decided to raise the garage door slightly open, just enough that anyone driving by could catch a glimpse of us. It was a thrilling experience, heightened by the risk, and when we noticed a woman pull out her phone as if to record, we rushed upstairs to our room to finish the night together in private.
