Almost as soon as I entered the line at customs I heard the now all-too-familiar phrase I had come to expect, “There is a small matter that requires your attention, Mr. Wilson.” I was led to a nondescript room with no sign on the door and ushered inside. I stepped behind the screen, quickly stripped out of my mundane clothes, and began to get ready. To make the process faster I now traveled in panties and wore stockings u...

In my room I laid out all of the sets of lingerie I had brought, still trying to imagine what I wanted to be wearing for whatever the night held in store. After pawing through my pile of satin and lace and weighing my choices I settled on a sexy red number. The top was a harness bralette. The cups were sheer and would both hold my breast forms in place as well as show the dark areolae and nipples through the fabric. The h...

Haroun wasted no time. Once he was balls-deep in my ass he started fucking me with half-strokes, pulling partially out before slamming back into me repeatedly. His nine-inch cock felt amazing as he hammered away behind me. At first, his hands were gripping my hips, but soon I felt the delicious tug as he grabbed the fabric of my garter skirt just above the garters. He pushed me forward with his thrusts and pulled me back...

I woke with a sore ass and throat. I had a cup of hot coffee to ease one of my symptoms from the night before. Only time could alleviate the other one, but until then it would be a delicious reminder of the night’s events. As I dressed for work I sighed at the thought of leaving all of my lingerie and toys behind for a day of dull meetings. I especially wanted another round in the hijab and niqab. I don’t know why I found...