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The weekend was rapidly coming to a close. It never really lasts long enough, and on this Sunday night, facing a busy working week, I sent my weekend fuck home and decided to turn in early for a good night’s sleep.After showering and tidying the bathroom, I climbed into bed. Thankfully, my weekend fuck had changed the sheets. We’d sure made a mess. When that bitch gets off — damn, she floods the place, squirting like no female I’ve ever known. All I have to do is curl my fingers up inside her and the bitch goes off. I turned off the light…Next thing I knew, my phone was ringing for me to get my ass up. I reached over, turned it off and rolled out of bed, ready for a shower. It seemed only five minutes since I’d last been in there. But I must have had a good dream; I’d woken sporting a massive erection. I decided to take care of it in the shower.I coated my huge cock with soap while thoughts of my wild weekend’s fucking ran through my mind. Grasping my pulsating piece of meat, I began stroking and thinking… about how my cock had torn through her beautiful velvet folds, how her cunt had engulfed my cock. Images of my cock in her warm cunt started my veins popping. I was so fucking hard, it hurt. I urgently wanted relief and moved my hand furiously up and down my thick shaft, feeling it getting ever firmer. It had rarely felt so solid and, as my sac drew up tight, I cupped my free hand under my swollen balls, gently supporting and massaging them while the pressure built. I inhaled deeply and held my breath as my cum sped through my pulsing cock like a heat wave. The thick cream spurted from my throbbing purple dome, splattering against the tiles, and I exhaled noisily, thighs trembling, knees quaking. The orgasm was so magnificently fierce, I almost lost my balance. I grabbed a side of the shower to steady myself, keeping one hand tight around my hot cock while it continued to pump out globs of cum. Eventually drained, my powerful erection subsided and my cock became very sensitive. I let go, leaving it to dangle between my thighs. I stood under the warm water for a few minutes, regaining my strength. What a way to start a Monday morning! Revived, I toweled dry, dressed, grabbed my briefcase, rushed out of the door and got in my car. The shower session had been great but it meant I was running late for work and I couldn’t go to my regular diner for breakfast and coffee. Instead, I pulled up near a corner deli. While I was waiting to be served, I noticed a young dark-haired woman sitting on the curb. Wearing a sundress of pastel colors, she was hunched over, arms folded across her knees with head bowed and face hidden. I wondered why such a creature would be sitting on a street curb.“Sir, sir,” I heard the man behind the counter calling me. I placed my order but my focus was on the young lady. I continued on the short drive to work, but I could not get her out of almanbahis şikayet my thoughts. She seemed so out of place, not dirty or poorly clothed like a homeless person. There was something definitely different about her. During the day, I frequently thought about the mystery woman. I was intrigued. Why was she sitting on a street curb? She didn’t look homeless. So was something wrong? Would she still be there when I left for home? If so, maybe I could get some answers. Leaving for the day, I drove to the deli. I pulled up but I couldn’t see her. I got out of my car, walked to the corner and scanned the area. She must have gone. Maybe she’d had an argument with her husband and was now back home. Maybe, after all, I’d just worried about nothing. Overreacted.Back at my car, I was about to get in when I saw her. She was across the street on the next corner. I started walking towards her. She was still hunched with her head down and, as I approached, she glanced up and then stood. She started to walk off and I reached for her. She pulled her arm away, like she was afraid.”Are you okay?” I asked. “I saw you this morning, across the street over there near the deli. You don’t look the homeless type yet you’re here on street corners. Are you in trouble? Has someone hurt you?” She didn’t look at me, let alone speak.I reached for her again. She pulled back, as though terrified of being touched.’I won’t hurt you.” I spoke softly. “I would like to help, perhaps get you home.” For the first time, she looked up and I saw her face. She had been hurt. “Please, no,” she said, panic in her tone. “I can’t go home.”“Well, can I get you some dinner?”She again started walking down the street. What should I do? If I followed, she might claim I was harassing her. But I didn’t believe she would. She looked very scared. Someone had hurt her. What spineless bastard would do that? She was tiny. Frail even. Couldn’t be over five foot, maybe less than a hundred pounds. I caught up with her in a few strides. “Please, don’t walk away,” I said and she stopped, eyes cast down. “Stay here, while I get you something to eat. Please, don’t move.”She again sat, looking into the gutter, apparently oblivious to the traffic cruising past. I hurried back to the deli, bought a sandwich and drink.When I got back and offered the food, she reached up for it. I saw more bruising on her arms. What kind of animal would do this? I didn’t ask the question. I didn’t want to risk frightening her again.She ate and then, in a low voice, thanked me for getting it before she again stood as if to walk away.’Where are you going? You don’t want to go home… have you somewhere else to go?”She looked down, and I just managed to hear a mumbled, “No.”“Look, you’re more than welcome to come with me. I have extra rooms, you can have a shower, get cleaned up and have a good sleep. I promise not to hurt you in any way.” almanbahis canlı casino I waited but she didn’t move or speak. I carried on, “When you’ve had a rest, you can decide what you want to do. But I think you should report whoever has hurt you like this.”Then she started walking swiftly away. I went after her. The woman was scared to death and needed help. If I left her on the street, something really bad could happen to her.I kept one stride behind while I talked to her. ”I promise I won’t ask you any more questions,” I said. “If you want to talk I will listen. I can’t leave you on the streets. It’s much too dangerous.” That finally got her to stop. She looked at me, frowning. Why was this woman bothering me so much? Why didn’t I just move on if she didn’t want my help?One last try. “Please,” I almost begged, “come with me, at least for tonight. You’ll be safe, I promise.” She cocked her head to one side, gazing into my eyes. Then she nodded. Finally, she’d agreed to go with me. She clearly didn’t want to be touched, and we walked side-by-side to my car. I opened the door and she slid in, instantly bowing her head and resting hands on her thighs. She never spoke or looked up.On the silent drive home, I began to put pieces together. I believed I knew what was happening, but I had to be careful how I approached the situation if I was to gain her trust. I believed that she belonged to a Master and she’d probably displeased him. He may have hit her and put her out.Being a Dom, I now recognized her behavior. She knew the correct way to sit, head down and hands on her thighs. We had a connection. It explained why I couldn’t just walk away from the woman. I wished she would confide in me, tell me who did this to her. No proper Master does this to a woman. You don’t frighten them, beat them and throw them out, no matter what they’ve done. I felt compelled to help.At my house, I took her to a small spare bedroom, gave her towels and a T-shirt to wear. It would be like a dress on her, tiny as she was. I told her I would be downstairs if she wanted to talk. If not, she should get into bed and we’d talk in the morning. While she was in the shower, I put out some ointment for her bruises. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it but I needed her trust and wanted her to know she was safe.I heard the shower turn off, but she didn’t come down. I guess she was tired and wanted privacy. I knew there was no way out except through the front door. I wasn’t holding her captive but I didn’t want her back out on the streets.I sat trying to figure out what to do. Would her Master be looking for her? I didn’t want any trouble, yet I couldn’t stand by and let her be mistreated. There are proper ways to discipline and this surely was not one of them. But, one Master does not get involved with another Master’s sub. It was something of a dilemma but keeping her safe was almanbahis casino my concern. Protocol could be dealt with later.My head was so full of all that had happened, I decided to turn off the lights and retire to my bedroom. When I walked in, my guest lay on the rug in front of my bed, curled up in a ball, naked, sleeping.I was right, she was someone’s sub and this must be the way he’d taught her. I covered her with a blanket and crawled into my bed and watched her for a long time before sleep claimed me. I woke to the smell of cooking. She wasn’t at the foot of my bed. I got up and walked downstairs. She was in my T-shirt, cooking breakfast, and I stopped in my tracks. “Good morning,” I said, realizing I still didn’t know her name.She quickly turned and immediately dropped her head.I walked to her and, putting my finger under her chin, raised her face to look at me but she downcast her eyes. “Look at me,” I ordered.She looked at me and I studied her face for the first time. She was beautiful and so young. She appeared of Asian heritage: long black hair, brown eyes, and small features.“I’m not your Master. I take it that he’s the one that hurt you.” Tears trickled down her face. I wanted to pull her close, tell her everything would be okay. But would it? She belonged to another man. If I was going to protect her, I needed to know who he was and what were their circumstances. Did he put her out? Did she run away? Knowing she was someone’s sub, this wasn’t something I would take to the local police station. It was something I needed to handle.“First thing, I don’t know what to call you. What’s your name?”“Sonya, Sir.””Nice to meet you, Sonya. You must tell me what’s happened if I’m to help you. Did your Master put you out or did you run away? Did he beat you?” She looked at the floor, turned, and went back to the stove.”Sonya, I have not finished talking to you.”She took the pan off the stove and turned to me. I saw fear. “Sonya, I’m not going to hurt you. But, in order to protect you, I need to know what happened. If you left on your own and he has collared you, I cannot interfere except to keep you safe. If he really put you out, then that is another story. Please talk to me.”Sonya stood looking at the floor, not talking. I decided to let her finish breakfast then sit her down and ask her again. “Sonya, we will talk later. I don’t want to upset you, but I have to know how to protect you. You are free to leave at any time. I’m not holding you here. I wanted you to get some sleep and be safe. Please, understand, you can leave at any time or choose to stay until you get all this sorted and have a place to go.”Sonya went about finishing cooking and set the table for one.I sat down to eat, somewhat torn. I knew a sub did not to sit with her Master — but, and this was the point, I was not her Master. However, not wanting to confuse her, I said nothing and ate the breakfast she’d cooked.Afterward, I told Sonya I was going to shower. While I was upstairs, she could clean the dishes and be prepared to talk when I returned. This business had to be settled today. I could not go against what I knew was right. 

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