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Omegle Chatroulette Random - The rest of the world.

Languages: Español - Ingles

Location: Bogotá D.C - Colombia

Body Decorations: PIERCING TATTOO

Smokes/Drinks: YES/YES

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 22

Body Type: CURVY

Omegle Chatroulette Random - The rest of the world.

His fingers drop over me. The trim of the shirt and the tucked-in-light-blue jeans blur the lines between a drawn-out-breasts show and a tease-sweatered-skirt showing off my long, silky legs. I take his hand to steady myself as he walks over to the couch. "I got something for you," he says kindly. I smile, already beginning to accept his handiwork. "A present for my pet. She looks so wonderful. She will be very lovely." "Oh, thank you," I whisper. He makes a noise that half frightens and half excites me, and he sits up. "I'll bet she looks just as good in her new outfit." He reaches over, picks up a bag and hands it to me. I cross my arms, hoping for protection, but it's so cold. I go back to my drink, not daring to light it. After a while he rises, and we can all look down for a while. He slides his backpack over his shoulder, packs up his clothes and steps into the forest. I follow suit, wondering what he'll decide. Finally he settles into the thick undergrowth that presses against my foot.

It gives me a good, terrifying headache. I half look forward to more spooky adventures with him. He gives another last look in the direction of the undergrowth, and whistles. He's lost in the woods, the spirits don't listen to reason, and my will is to crawl down. I hear a small click and a sort of a muffled sigh as the handle on the back of my leash is clicked, and he's galloping away. My worries about upsetting the dark an hallucination that continues to occupy my will. Soon he stops, and I almost run to catch up with him as he gallops past. He climbs around in front of me, and so does I. He lifts his arm, and I slide to my knees before him, offering him the wine I drank. He reaches down and removes my collar. "You will be my boy, forever," he reminds me, watching as he lifts my chin and turns my head to face him. "You will address me as Sir only, and my boy will serve my drinks orders as Sir, boy. Now please put those glasses away for later." He makes me bend over and push back the glasses as far as I can. It doesn't take long before I feel his hands brushing my back, and his lips sliding over my neck. The crush of his lips, the scent of his breath…it all makes my blood boil.

So long he stays silent, I think to myself, that I won't hear the next click of his heels clicking on the smooth asphalt. For a moment I am lost to the adventure; then I realize he must have walked around behind me, and then I hear the click again, of his hand reaching for the zip of my pants. As he's pulling them up, I can feel the roughness of my shorts brushing the rough concrete. The stings and scratches along the harsh edges leave little red marks on my pale skin. He slowly runs a fingertip along the bottom edge of my skirt, and I can feel the elastic of my blouse. His hand grows to become a fist, and the stubble of a cigarette on the inside of his thigh is all I can imagine. "Stand up straight. This will be a little surprise for you," he says as he cuts the jeans off of my waist. He stands me in my underwear, and I try to keep my balance as he moves away from me. The cut of the fabric is just underneath my bellybutton; I can feel the roughness of my buttocks pressing into the pavement. His hand guides me to the back seat of his car, where he pushes me gently against the seatback. He opens the door and I can feel the cool air, the feel of his hands on my body. He removes my blindfold, and I look at him, still standing in front of me. He reaches down and lifts my chin, lifting my head to meet his eyes. I melt into the intensity of his looks. He changes to a harder, darker shade of brown..