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DISCREETOFFICESERVICES.COM… Chapter 13     Two-and-a-half hours later I was stepping into the hotel room’s shower. My ‘owner’ had left thirty minutes ago. I’d already swabbed the doggy costume free of cum spots and it was spread out to dry. Now it was time for me to wash.Pinning my hair up and directing the spray downwards to keep my hair dry, I soaped and washed between my legs.  Hot water and soap to wash away cum and sweat. During my time under the hot spray of water I drank the strong bourbon and coke drink I’d made from the contents of the mini-bar. No, I wasn’t trying to drink away the memory or wash away the shame of dressing in a doggy costume to get fucked. Actually I was trying very hard not to laugh at my owner. I thought his little kink was a hoot! Once a month we met at this hotel and I had to sit up and beg on command, roll over, show my belly to be scratched and catch doggy treats in my mouth that were tossed to me.  If I managed to catch the treat with my mouth I’d shake my tail and bark to the praise of, Good Doggy, good! I also had to eat doggie treats from my bowl and lap up the water in my dish. (They weren’t really doggie treats. They were a hard English biscuit I’d found in the right size.) At least once, sometimes twice, I’d have to present my ass to be mounted and I’d whine and growl while being fucked. Afterwards I’d curl up in my owner’s lap to be petted. That meant having my large tits played with through the fake fur.The only thing I didn’t appreciate about my once a month furry sex was that, closed into the costume, there was nowhere for the cum to go except into me and then into the costume. I must have been the only source of sexual release the poor guy had because he always left huge loads of cum in my pussy that leaked out to wet me and the suit. With no way to wipe up the cum, that left my crotch, thighs and, inevitably, the inside of the suit a cum covered mess. Clean up was such a pain!Stepping from the shower, I finished off my drink and made another while drying off. Checking the time, I still had almost an hour before my next client. With the free use of a hotel room once a month until check out time tomorrow, Marla had arranged that my second regular client would meet me here instead of his office after I texted him the room number. I’d brought my enema supplies with me and given myself a quick washout before my shower. Deciding once was enough, I packed the kit away. My next client liked anal but since we met at his office except for days I had the room he didn’t get to enjoy my ass often. My burger and fries arrived that I’d ordered from room service before stepping into the shower and turning on the TV, I surfed the channels while eating. My owner never begrudged my use of the mini-bar and room service. Hell, with the kind’a money that guy was making, I doubt he even looked at the bill charged to his credit card. The doggy suit was packed away when the knock on the door came and I took off the robe I’d been wearing to answer. He liked it when I opened the door naked. He also liked ass. Kissing, his hands were already grabbing my ass cheeks before the door was barely closed. A finger probing my anus soon followed and I grinned into the kiss knowing I was going to get my ass cheeks spanked often and my asshole fucked at least twice in the next two hours. canlı bahis şirketleri I was right. Barely five minutes after entering the room I was sucking his cock while he reached over me to finger and stretch my ass. Five minutes of fingering my ass later, I was groaning as a dry cock was forced up my ass. I’d tried lubricating my ass once and he’d complained it had ruined his pleasure. Since he was paying and always left me a large tip, there was nothing I could do but put my head down and bear it. My God, I must be some kind’a pervert, I thought as the pain I was experiencing caused my pussy to drip with my cum. The second ass fucking wouldn’t be nearly as painful, nor as pleasurable, to me.       After coming in me, he’d make me lie down on the bed or over his lap to be spanked. Every hard slap to my ass punctuated with an admonishment that I was a dirty, dirty girl to let someone fuck my ass. That I was a dirty, dirty girl to enjoy having my ass fucked. I’d begin by denying I was that dirty but as the spanking continued, I’d admit to being a dirty slut who enjoyed having my ass fucked. Spanking my ass until it was a rosy red while I verbally admitted I was a slut would have him hard in time to fuck my ass a second time and then more ass spankings because I was a dirty, dirty ass slut.After he finished and left I sat on the toilet to let as much cum as possible drain out my still gaping anus while counting my tip. Looking in the mirror, I could only hope the redness of my ass cheeks would disappear before Danny saw them. Taking another shower, I let cold water sooth my abused asshole and cheeks before I left the hotel pulling my rolly suitcase behind me. I’d made a decision during my free time in the hotel. Tonight I was going to tell Mom and Dad I was getting an apartment in the city. There was just no other way to keep them and Danny from finding out things I didn’t want them to know. I had more than enough money to afford two apartments especially if the second apartment was small and cheap like a girl could afford on a temp’s salary. Hell, the tip from my first client and the huge tip from my ass abusing client would cover the deposit and first/last month’s rent most landlords required.I had the cabbie drop me off in front of the coffee house that Danny hacked free internet from. I looked through one of the many papers customers had left on tables and after a couple of phone calls plus another cab ride, one hour later I was at an apartment complex signing a one year lease on a cheap efficiency. It wasn’t very far from my present apartment but to get to it Mom would have to take the train and then use the subway. Mom hated trying to figure out which subway to catch to go where she wanted. That ought to cut down the frequency of her visits.Mom cried, of course, when I told her but she didn’t try very hard to argue me out of my decision that it was time for me to try living on my own. The next couple of weeks were busy with seeing my regular clients and moving things from my house to my apartment. Mom drove the car into the city loaded with clothes and things and got the ‘tour’ of what was basically one room and a bath on a Saturday I’d told Danny I’d been asked to work. Now I had a reason I could stay in the city at night so Danny wouldn’t start asking questions. Speaking canlı kaçak iddaa of Danny, I was especially busy satisfying him! The horny little guy was trying very hard to make up for twenty years of virginity in the first weeks we were together. As my boyfriend, he had easy access to one of the most highest priced pussies in the city. He may not have known that, but he certainly made free use of it. When I wasn’t setting up my new apartment and getting fucked at work, I was with Danny getting fucked. Danny’s large cock never failed to satisfy me at night after a day of small to medium sized cocks. Danny’s new found obsession with oral sex never failed to satisfy me, also. In no time he went from a novice level to being an expert at eating pussy. He never ate my pussy after he’d come in me, but I was very satisfied with the results when, at the beginning of sex, he’d eat my pussy until my first huge orgasm of the night. His tongue sliding up my pussy as deep as he could snake it always felt so good before he he’d move on and up my slit to suck and lick my clit. I’d start coming in mere minutes and not seem to stop the entire fuck session!      I’d keep orgasming because Danny also became an expert at making sex last. His stamina and control were amazing. He could slam his cock between my legs for long, loooong minutes at a time without tiring or coming. God, he made me come so hard! I produce grool by the buckets when I come and Danny’s cock would push that wetness out of my pussy by what seemed like buckets also. Before he came there would be streams of my cum wetting the bed and running down my thighs.A normal day now saw me waking up next to Danny. A quick shower together and we’d get sticky buns and coffee at the coffee shop. Danny would leave for his brick job and I’d go back to the apartment to dress for my ‘office temp’ job.      I’d call Mom while dressing and reassure her I was alive and well before leaving for my first client. Two clients later I’d head for the apartment. Danny would be at the library studying on how we could get the money safely. I’d call about the time he expected an office temp to get off from work and he’d come home.       Many times I’d be reading when Danny came in. I thought it was only right I do some studying if my nerd was. For some reason my study habits often led to prolonged sex. I spent more time those first weeks with a cock between my legs than at any time in my life.***********************”Gentlemen, I’ve given you the month you requested. Where is my money?” The calm and reasonable tone from this man was the last thing the two men standing before the desk had expected. They’d been selected to fly down for this meeting. Both thought it was because they’d be the least missed.”We don’t know. Yet,” the lawyer hastened to add. “The police have ruled Mr. Watson’s death a suicide based on the evidence. We’ve read their file on the case. We’ve searched his office repeatedly and haven’t found anything. We even had a reliable firm go through every file on his computer. Mr. Watson scrubbed the files but what they reconstructed revealed nothing. Mr. Watson’s secretary was questioned but she had no knowledge of where the files might have been kept. She didn’t even know your name.””So. You flew here to report nothing but failure? Most disappointing. canlı kaçak bahis Gentlemen,” The man got up from his desk and, walking to the humidor on a table behind his desk, selected a cigar and spent time lighting it correctly. Getting a good draw he continued, “Gentlemen, perhaps I didn’t make my position clear? Perhaps I didn’t stress the importance of finding and returning my money?”Reaching into the humidor, he raised a pistol and shot the lawyer who’d remained silent through the head. The man and the other men in the room didn’t flinch at the sound of the shot or of the spray of blood that covered much of the room.The still alive lawyer froze as a mist of blood droplets covered him, spotting his face red, then he ran. There was nowhere to run to. Two men caught him and held his arms as they pulled him to stand beside the still bleeding body. Forced to his knees on the blood soaked rug, he sobbed and begged.       Walking from behind his desk, the man put the muzzle of the pistol to the sobbing man’s temple and asked, “Have I made my position on this matter clear now?””Yes, yes… Please! We have discovered some things! There was a young woman,” the lawyer forced out between sobs. “A German. We thought she was a client of Mr. Watson’s. She saw him every other week for an hour or so. She was the last person to see him that day. The police found lipstick on Mr. Watson’s penis. We think she wasn’t a client but a call girl now. The police think so, too, but they didn’t follow up because it was a suicide.”We looked at recordings from the security comany that handles our building’s security. It’s low resolution but Mr. Watson’s secretary identified her on the recording and told us that she’s tall, blonde and has a very nice body. We couldn’t see her face clear enough on the security recordings to make a photo that could be used for identification. To far from the camera and the camera is old and not very good.”She entered the building carrying just a purse but left with a file folder under her arm. Watson may have known we were on to him and would look at anything he took from the building. We think, we think, for some reason Mr. Watson gave her the information on where he put your money to get it out of the building.””You’ve looked for this woman,” the man asked and pressed the muzzle harder to the sobbing man’s head.”Yes! But so far nothing. Her ID is a fake. A very good fake. INS shows no one by that name entering the country. There’s no phone, no car, no house, no apartment listed under her name that we’ve been able to find so far. We’ve started looking at escort services. But there are hundreds in the city and in nearby cities that she might work for. She might even be a freelancer. We just don’t know yet. It’s not like these escort companies are loose lipped about who works for them or who their clients are.””The name of this elusive, young woman?””Viv. Viv Urlach.”The man pulled the gun away. “You have one month to find my money.” The man turned away and replaced the pistol back in the humidor. “I trust you will inform your fellows what might happen if there is nothing but failure to report again.”You, take him out of here and show him the road to the airport.” Waiting until the man was pushed out of the room, he looked at the two men remaining. “Clean up this mess and be on an airplane this evening. Go through the phone book to start if you must. Find someone at each of these escort services who will talk about their girls and their clients. Start with making certain that the secretary was telling everything she knows. Find this Viv Urlach!”

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