Turned my Mistress

I shrugged it off and opened the door. The corridor, if it was a corridor, was dark, with little strip lights heading into the distance. Cautiously I moved forward, testing the floor beneath my bare feet because I couldn’t see shit. I was feeling vulnerable and confused. I headed forward till my hand hit an object. Possibly a door? It felt hollow, so I searched around with both hands for a handle. Finding it, I twisted it open.

The room inside was dark; a mixture of shadows, with a warm pink emitting from the table lights in the corner of the room. A big widescreen television was opposite the four poster bed. ‘Hello?’ I called, as I walked and searched the corners of the room, checking each shadow for a clue as the fucker that did this. The tv springs to life and I shriek.

A hot fuckable blonde was on the screen gyrating to some techno music. I sat on the edge of the bed, caught up in the beauty of this girl. She danced slowly, looking at me, rubbing her hands down her breasts and over her stomach till they were on her thighs, her breasts leaning over. She then turned around and pulled her pink miniskirt up revealing her bronzed butt cheeks. I was getting turned on and this point and started toying with my cock, watching her take off her top and start playing with her nipples. I’m trying as hard as I can to get my cock hard but nothing is happening.