Room Service [Combicon & Tonalberry]
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				Title: <strong>Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 13:24:39</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>The wedding had actually went really well; better than Emmy had expected anyway, and considering how much Emmy had been fretting about it anyone could have guessed that it was a huge relief for her; and as a result her bridesmaids too. Most people who had seen Emmy on a day-to-day basis would have guessed from her appearance that her wedding would have to be a little away-from-the-normal, but Emmy was a girl; and despite how different she might have looked she had been planning her wedding from day one; not as intensely as other girls; but she had some idea of what she wanted to happen on her big day. The wedding finished; the bouquet was thrown, and last party ended before Emmy and her new husband were off on their honeymoon - staying in a hotel in some almost-always-sunny part of the world. Being quite tired out from the wedding and other events that happened; the newlyweds fell asleep the second their heads touched the pillow and slept throughout the night peacefully.<br><br>Early next morning they were both awake; Emmy had woken up first, and straddled her husband - wanting to wake him up in a way that he would enjoy - and to make up for their lost night, she felt ashamed about falling asleep rather than having some fun with her new husband. When he did wake up; it wasn't long before they were both making up for lost time, and the longer they had fun, the kinkier things became - starting with gentle spanks, it moved onto using a belt - leaving a bright red mark across her ass. Their session eventually died down; leaving them with an appetite, having not realised how long their newlywed fun had been going on for. <br>"I'll go get us something to eat" Emmy's husband offered, "But..." he added "...I'm going to have to leave you here" they had been given several 'joke' gifts by friends; handcuffs, blindfolds, and even a vibrator by one of Emmy's bridesmaids. Emmy was marched over to the window, "Can't have my new wife off gallivanting with some hotel strangers...now can I?" he continued; taking the handcuffs and fixing her to the curtain rail above the window. He slipped a ballgag around her head; which she had no objection to - she trusted him, and knew exactly what he'd be wanting to do when he got back, made all the more obvious when he turned the small bullet vibrator on and slipped it inside her; making Emmy gasp and feel horny all over again.<br><br>He left the room, leaving Emmy handcuffed, nude, gagged and horny against the curtains, the only thing covering her was her newly-died pink and blue hair, and even then it barely reached her nipples; her legs closed tight to try and hold the vibrator in, but not doing much to cover herself. </td><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/17/Ebd5a752be1baff9d31560b0797472a2.jpg/454px-Ebd5a752be1baff9d31560b0797472a2.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 15:39:12</strong>
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				Eddie grumbled to himself as he pushed the cart through the halls of the hotel.&nbsp; Here it was, the middle of summer, he was taking a break from earning his Restaurant and Hotel Management degree, and what was he doing?&nbsp; Working for a hotel, cleaning rooms.&nbsp; He couldn't believe it!&nbsp; When he had applied, he had hoped to be working in the kitchen, cooking for all the guests who came through.&nbsp; But instead, he had been hired on as a goddamn maid!&nbsp; At least the job had perks.&nbsp; Being a sunny location, set practically right on top of a gorgeous beach, he had plenty of time to work on a tan.&nbsp; And he had lost count of all the hot pieces of ass that came through, plenty of which he had managed to tap.&nbsp; And with his looks, it was easy for him to convince a female guest to invite him in, and break in the bed with her.<br><br>His skin was tanned a perfect bronze, with all the time he's spent on the beach.&nbsp; His eyes were a deep, chocolate brown, and his chestnut hair seemed to be permanently tousled.&nbsp; And when they got his pants off, they found his real feature was his cock.&nbsp; He had been well-gifted in that department, both in length and in girth.&nbsp; He found that no matter who he fucked, whether it was a virgin, or someone well experienced in sex, they were always as tight as their first time.<br><br>He had hit a bit of a dry spell recently, though, and hadn't had sex in a little over a week.&nbsp; And he refused to masturbate, finding it a waste of time and cum.&nbsp; As a result, his balls constantly ached, feeling swollen and full, eager to release their load on an eager partner.&nbsp; Letting out a sigh, he pushed the cart to the next room and knocked.&nbsp; "Cleaning services, anyone in?"&nbsp; After a few seconds of not hearing a sound, he used a master key to open the door and drag in the cart.&nbsp; Walking into the main living area, he stopped, not expecting the sight before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 15:46:25</strong>
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				It wasn't that bad waiting around; tied up to the curtain rail - considering she knew that her husband would be back sometime, hopefully soon - and she knew what would happen then; it was probably worth the wait. <br><br>She heard a mans voice through the door and looked up, her eyes widening a little. Room Service; coming to clean the room. This wasn't good - especially with Emmy as she was.<br>"Uhm, not right now!" she tried to shout, but the gag in her mouth turning it into mumbles and muted noises. <br><em>Shitshitshitshit</em> was the only thing that ran through her head; hoping that he would get distracted and move onto the next room. It briefly occured to her that this could have been something set up by her husbnad - a joke perhaps; he would walk through the door and the room service man would walk on. No such luck. <br><br>She watched the door open; her eyes still widened as she saw a man walk into the room. Her hands immediatly tried to move to cover her breasts but the metal handcuffs chinked angrily against the metal railing; keeping her hands from hiding her boy - exposing her to the man infront of her. Her legs however, weren't tied up; and clamped closer together, hiding her crotch a little better; although the pink cable connected to a box that controlled the speed of the vibrator desending from the said crotch was harder to hide. She looked away - a blush rising to her cheeks, and beginning to spread down to her chest; unsure of what to say - not that she could say anything, or what to do until he left. <em>Oh god! He's looking straight at me</em> she thought, gulping behind the gag - wondering just what he would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 16:04:53</strong>
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				Seeing this young woman naked and handcuffed to the curtain rod, he knew he should help her, or leave and move on to the next room.&nbsp; However, he could only stand there and stare.&nbsp; His gaze wandered over her body, taking in every inch.&nbsp; He noticed the way she clenched her thighs together, trying to hide herself from him, the remote of a vibrator danging down.&nbsp; The sunlight made her bubblegum pink and electric blue hair shine, and he saw how her blush crept all the way down to the tops of her breasts.<br><br>He was about to move forward to help her down, when he noticed a wedding dress draped over the back of a chair, what looked like a tux next to it.&nbsp; Understanding now what this was, he looked back at her and smiled, arching a brow.&nbsp; "It seems that you and your husband don't waste any time getting naughty."&nbsp; As he moved closer to her, the cleaning cart left forgotten, he noticed a suitcase resting on the bed, assorted naughty toys laying inside.&nbsp; "Very naughty indeed.&nbsp; It looks like he forgot to put up a Do Not Disturb sign..or did he?&nbsp; Maybe he intentionally left without putting one up, maybe he thought you would make a nice surprise for the cleaning staff.." <br><br>He continued to look her over, and now that he was closer, he could see the drool coating her lips, dripping down her chin.&nbsp; He could feel his cock beginning to stiffen, straining against his slacks, eager to be released.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 17:24:57</strong>
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				Her eyes flashed over to him as he spoke, but her head didn't turn; not wanting to face him at the moment - not like this anyway. No, her husband wouldn't have meant for the staff to find her; he got pretty jelous when guys flirted with her - even guys she had known all her life; she doubted he would have enjoyed doing this to her. For her however - it was a different matter; the thrill of someone who you didn't know seeing you, even if only for a split second - it was a powerful turn-on for Emmy, one she had confided in her husband once before, but nothing had come of it. He must have just forgot to put the sign on.<br><br>She shook her head when he accussed her husband of not putting one on "Mo!" she said; the gag still distorting and muffling her words.&nbsp; Her hands pulling on the handcuffs once again, and like last time they didn't relent and let her go, they just continued to make their angry clinking. Her breathing was becoming a little harder - her chest rising and falling a slight tad more than usual, but nothing else told the man opposite that despite her slight nervousness about how vunerable she was, she was getting more and more turned on. She tried to turn away from him; butthe handcuffs once again stopped her from moving any considerable amount. It seemed that there wasn't anything she could do but either wait for him to leave; or wait for her husband to come back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 22:49:14</strong>
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				"No?&nbsp; Then, he has no idea that someone is in here, with his naked, helpless new wife?&nbsp; That's no good, is it?&nbsp; I could do whatever I want with you, and he'd have no idea."&nbsp; He continued to look her over, noticing that the situation was having an effect on her.&nbsp; He watched her chest rising faster, her nipples hard and swollen.&nbsp; Smirking, he reached out and took hold of the remote to her vibe.&nbsp; Noticing it was set to the lowest setting, he reached up and took hold of her chin, turning her head until she was looking at him.&nbsp; "You know, if I was a good, decent person, I would turn around, and walk out of the room, leaving you and forgetting what I saw.&nbsp; However, I'm not a good, decent person.&nbsp; I am a wicked, wicked man, who right now has very naughty thoughts running through his head.&nbsp; And I bet, that that is the kind of person you're looking for, isn't it?&nbsp; You don't want me to leave now, do you?"&nbsp; Smirking, he turned the vibe up higher, pushing it to its medium setting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 01:24:25</strong>
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				Shaking her head as he continued, a little part of her brain hoping he would turn around, go away, and close the door as he said a good person would do - unfortunatly that never happened. Her thighs tensed a little as his hand moved towards her; unsure of what he would do, watching him curiously still out of the corner of her eyes; as if watching a horror film, not wanting to see what was about to happen, but not wanting to look away either lest she miss something.&nbsp; The buzzing she felt inside her crotch got more intense, more violent, more stimulating. "Mmnhrg!" the noise she would have made should she not have been wearing the gag would have been similar. Her thighs pulled together tighter and her body tried to rock forwards a little; as if trying to buckle over - the handcuffs still stopping her; her hair, which was at the start, mostly neatly tucked behind her ears had now started to become a tad messy. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>18-09-2009, 04:04:11</strong>
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				Smirking down at her, he shook his head.&nbsp; "Tsk tsk, what's this?&nbsp; Here I am, doing as I please with you.." Reaching up, he took a nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling on it roughly. "..And yet you're doing nothing to try and stop me.&nbsp; No screaming, no kicking, no trying to fight me.&nbsp; You're just standing there and taking it, letting me do whatever I want.&nbsp; You're loving this, I bet.&nbsp; You love having a stranger looking at you, helpless to stop him from doing what he wants."&nbsp; <br><br>Turning the vibe up even higher, he released her nipple, only to bring his hand down across her breast, in a light, stinging slap.&nbsp; "What a nasty little slut wife you are."
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				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 02:44:48</strong>
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				She gasped - a muted gasp, but still a gaps none-the-less - as he pulled her nipple; making her eyes shut. <em>Oh God! I shouldn't be doing this! He shouldn't be here...if he comes back...</em> she thought to herself; as if trying to convince herself it was wrong, only making herself more and more excited at the idea. <br><br>When she felt the slap, her eyes clamped shut for a fraction of a second; a little surprised as she wasn't expecting it; but she looked over at him; her eyes trying to pelad with him a little - but without the help of her mouth, she wasn't sure if he would understand; or would do anything even if he did. She shook her head at his comment; <em>I'm not a bad wife! I'm not!</em> she repeated inside her head several times over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 04:16:18</strong>
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				Chuckling, he resumed pinching her nipple, only harder this time, twisting and pulling the stiff little bud.&nbsp; "You can try and deny it all you want with your lips, gagged as they are, but I can see it in your eyes.&nbsp; The desire to be used burning, the need to be treated like a filthy, nasty whore.&nbsp; I do believe you need to be punished.&nbsp; And since I doubt you want your husband to know about this, it looks like it's up to me to do the deed."<br><br>Turning, he walked to the open suitcase, digging through it.&nbsp; "Now, let's see if there's anything in here we can use....Ah ha!&nbsp; This looks like it'll do the trick."&nbsp; He pulled out what looked like a ping pong paddle, the surface covered in padded, black leather.&nbsp; Looking back at her, he smirked and swished the paddle through the air a few times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 15:09:38</strong>
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				She clamped her eyes tight as he began to pull on her nipple; the tingling pain shooting through her breast, quickly followed - as usual - by pleasure. She looked over towards him as he began searching through her things; a little curious as to how many girls he had seen tied up - how many girls he had abused in this way - how many girls he had done through their proprety to find suitable toys. <br><br>Her eyes widened as he found their ping-pong paddle; which she wouldn't have admitting to either using, or having been used before - her eyes however, would have given away the truth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Room Service [Combicon &amp; Tonalberry]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 15:51:24</strong>
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				Her eyes told him all he needed to know, making him smile as he moved back to her.&nbsp; "Well, it seems you're not a stranger to this little fellow.&nbsp; I wonder how many times you've acted up, and had to be punished with it.&nbsp; You look like you're probably a bad girl, who needs to punished quite frequently."&nbsp; Reaching down, he ran the paddle over her ass slowly, letting it glide along her flesh.&nbsp; Taking hold of her vibe's remote, he turned it up as high as it would go; at the same time lifting the paddle and bringing it back down twice in quick succession, delivering a light, stinging slap to each of her cheeks.
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