Jasmine Wanted To Be His Sex Slave
- 2 years ago
- 25
- 0
BEAUTIFUL JASMINE - Continued free porn video
Dedicated to Jasmine1998
Chapter 2: Clinching the Deal
As the preview screening of the forthcoming TV drama ended and the lights came up, it was back to official business for both me and Jasmine. She’d already shifted her leg from its close proximity to mine and tugged down her skirt to avoid being observed in a compromising situation.
“If you want to chat to the actors, now’s the time,” I told her as everyone stood up and began making their way towards the wine and nibbles in the next room.
“I’d love to...I’m interested to know what Steph thought of Norfolk,” Jas replied, as though collecting her thoughts about the questions it would be appropriate to ask on behalf of the good folk of Norwich.
Stephanie was the young actress who played the lead female role in the drama, the one whose innocent body had been subjected to a lashing by her older aristocratic lover at his stately home in the country.
“Would you have liked to play her role?” I blurted out the question to Jas without giving it any prior thought. I suppose I wanted to hear her answer in the affirmative. There was no doubt in my mind that Jas had undoubtedly been aroused by that scene of physical domination in the film – and I’d been aroused witnessing her reaction.
“What kind of a question is that?” she responded rather curtly, perhaps a little embarrassed to have given away too much about herself in the darkness a short time earlier.
With that she hurried over to join the other journalists readying their voice recorders for a question and answer session with members of the cast, leaving me hoping that my directness hadn’t spoiled the chance of further physical contact.
There was a sensual innocence about Jas that I found irresistible. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her...every part of her. I wanted to be the lord and master, to control her, play games with her, punish her and satisfy her kinky desires – if only for just one night.
The event finished an hour or so later, the journalists apparently satisfied with what they had garnered. As people began to drift off to the outside world of taxis and Tube, I noticed Jas in one-to-one conversation with Steph. No notebook or recorder in evidence, just two young women of similar age sharing a friendly chat it seemed. It was unusual for an actor to linger so long at a preview and engage in conversation with one journalist - especially someone from a comparatively insignificant regional paper.
Eventually, I saw Steph and Jas part with an embrace and quite a lingering kiss. I was intrigued. It was almost as though they already knew each other.
Steph said a brief goodbye to me and my colleagues and went out to a waiting cab. Then, suddenly and joyously, Jas was walking towards me, flashing one of her cock-stirring smiles.
“I’ve really enjoyed today. The film was amazing, very well acted, and you’ve looked after me so well,” she said.
My brain had already rehearsed my next words several times over. “I hope you’ll stay for a while and maybe have dinner with me. It’s a long way back to Norwich. I was thinking I could give you more info about the locations used for the filming and the Norfolk background to the story.”
“Well, I really ought to go back tonight...” She hesitated for a couple of seconds before adding with another smile, “But no girl should refuse a guy offering to buy her dinner in London town.”
The words were like sweet music in my ears. I tried to mask my unconfined joy. “I’m staying at this hotel so I’ll book a table here or us. You’re very welcome to use my room to freshen up if you like.”
“That would be great. I’d like to go up now if you don’t mind.” Jas was smiling again as she said those words which I took to clinch the deal for what I’d already decided would be one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life. For this girl was beautiful, intriguing and, most of all, totally alluring.
* * * * * * * *
On entering my room, I immediately put my arm around Jas and pulled her roughly towards me. The lovely scent that had made such an impression on me earlier was powering my senses again. Our lips met and pressed together and my eager tongue immediately gained entry to her sweet mouth with its lingering taste of wine.
She responded just as I hoped, holding my head in both hands and pushing her mouth hard on to mine as our tongues swirled together. My hands were now all over her, exploring her heavenly curves. This was better than I could have imagined. The passion was raw and genuine.
We came up for air and she quickly undressed, leaving on just her bra and panties. “I do need the bathroom,” she smiled demurely, picking up her bag that had dropped to the floor during our initial burst of passion.
“I need to freshen up too,” I said. “You first though.”
Jas closed the bathroom door while she used the loo. When the door opened again, she remained half hidden behind it and said, “I really need to shower, do you mind?”
“I do mind...unless I can join you,” I answered, determined not to let the initial passion cool.
She thought for a moment, and then said teasingly: “Ok, as long as you keep your eyes closed and your hands to yourself.”
“No deal,” I laughed. “It’s your hands that will be kept to yourself.”
I quickly stripped off and then went to my bedside draw and took out a piece of rope. I always had a few "accessories" with me on an overnight stay, for just such as occasion as this.
As I entered the bathroom, Jas stood demurely, almost submissively with her back to the wash basin. She was still wearing her bra and panties. On seeing me naked, she did that shy downwards glance that had so endeared me to her when we first met.
I wasted no time in turning her around, pulling her arms behind her back and binding her wrists together. She made no attempt to resist.
Then I slowly took off her bra and pulled down her panties. She was breathing quite heavily now, just as she had been when watching the rope and whipping scene in the film a couple of hours earlier.
“Stay just where you are,” I ordered. I pushed my body against her back, letting my stiffening cock nestle in the valley of delight between her wonderfully round and ample bum cheeks.
Putting my arms around her, I cupped her small, pert tits, rubbing her puffy nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She tilted her head back, letting her blonde hair d**** over the back of her shoulders, and let out a loud sigh of pleasure.
Still fondling her breasts, I parted her hair with my nose and kissed her neck, letting my lips and tongue run up and down the nape. Her sigh became a long soft moan and I felt her body shudder against mine.
“So you like a bit of tie and tease,” I whispered.
“Yes, you certainly have the gentle touch as well.”
“I was rather hoping you like a firm touch.”
“Try me and see.”
I took my hands from her breasts and stepped back to admire her delicate curves. Her arse was a total turn on, especially with her hands tied over it and her legs slightly spread revealing a wisp of pubic hair.
I aimed a blow with my right hand at her buttocks, causing the flesh to ripple and bringing a gasp of shock from her lips. It was not the hardest spank in my repertoire, but still left quite a red mark on her milky skin.
“Oh yes,” she said approvingly, encouraging me to land more blows in quick succession, each one a little harder than the last.
For the next three or four spanks she let out a soft cry followed by sobs of deep breath. But far from asking me to stop, she leant forward a little more, the front of her pelvis supported by the wash basin; this made her arse an even better target. Several more spanks were delivered by which time her beautiful bum cheeks had a deeper red hue. She slumped forward a little further, resting her head on the wall mirror and sobbing gently.
I put my left hand between her legs and probed the soft fuzz over her crutch with my finger. To my delight, she was soaking wet. I pushed the finger further between her fleshy labia and then transferred it to her mouth to let her taste her own pleasure. Feeling her tongue licking and sucking on my digit was amazing.
I repeated the procedure, this time pushing two fingers inside her to coat them with more of her wetness. She lapped up the juices, sucking my fingers as though she could not get enough of her sticky secretion.
Then it was my turn to taste her. I got my fingers dripping and held them against my lips, running my tongue over them for a pre-taste of Jas’s womanhood. Then I put them in my mouth and sucked them dry. The flavour was like a fruity wine cocktail, and intoxicating in every way.
I turned her around and started rubbing her pussy with my hand, pushing my fingers inside and using my thumb to tease her swollen clit.
Then I drew my hand back and delivered a firm slap of her pussy. She cried out, probably in shock more than pain.
“Did that hurt?” I breathed the question into her face as I held her pussy in a firm grip. “Yes, but I can take it,” she said. As she finished the sentence she spat in my face, which was an unexpected but hugely stimulating response.
“We’ll see about that,” I said, pulling my hand back and hitting her quivering labia four more times, making her pussy more red with each blow. She started sobbing again. I had still to find out her limits, but she could obviously take a lot of pain and relish it.
I put my arms around her and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her body onto mine and kissing her again, roughly and probingly. She responded with her tongue, willingly exchanging deep French kisses.
I slapped her thighs and her arse cheeks. She bit my lip and spat in my face again. The contest was warming up, but I held the upper hand because she would always be the one to submit. Her tethered hands were testimony to that.
Eventually we came up for air, panting and smiling wickedly at one another.
“Shall we have that shower now?” I suggested. I untied her hands and we stepped into the cubicle together to indulge in more fondling, rubbing, kissing and occasional slapping under the watery cascade.
An incident-packed first half ended as we dried each other and wrapped ourselves in bath towels. It had been like Match of the Day and Goal of the Month rolled into one. And there was still a second half to play.
So we poured two glasses of wine from the drinks cabinet and had a half-time talk about the tactics to be employed after the break. It looked like being a very physical game...
(To be continued)
Chapter 2: Clinching the Deal
As the preview screening of the forthcoming TV drama ended and the lights came up, it was back to official business for both me and Jasmine. She’d already shifted her leg from its close proximity to mine and tugged down her skirt to avoid being observed in a compromising situation.
“If you want to chat to the actors, now’s the time,” I told her as everyone stood up and began making their way towards the wine and nibbles in the next room.
“I’d love to...I’m interested to know what Steph thought of Norfolk,” Jas replied, as though collecting her thoughts about the questions it would be appropriate to ask on behalf of the good folk of Norwich.
Stephanie was the young actress who played the lead female role in the drama, the one whose innocent body had been subjected to a lashing by her older aristocratic lover at his stately home in the country.
“Would you have liked to play her role?” I blurted out the question to Jas without giving it any prior thought. I suppose I wanted to hear her answer in the affirmative. There was no doubt in my mind that Jas had undoubtedly been aroused by that scene of physical domination in the film – and I’d been aroused witnessing her reaction.
“What kind of a question is that?” she responded rather curtly, perhaps a little embarrassed to have given away too much about herself in the darkness a short time earlier.
With that she hurried over to join the other journalists readying their voice recorders for a question and answer session with members of the cast, leaving me hoping that my directness hadn’t spoiled the chance of further physical contact.
There was a sensual innocence about Jas that I found irresistible. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her...every part of her. I wanted to be the lord and master, to control her, play games with her, punish her and satisfy her kinky desires – if only for just one night.
The event finished an hour or so later, the journalists apparently satisfied with what they had garnered. As people began to drift off to the outside world of taxis and Tube, I noticed Jas in one-to-one conversation with Steph. No notebook or recorder in evidence, just two young women of similar age sharing a friendly chat it seemed. It was unusual for an actor to linger so long at a preview and engage in conversation with one journalist - especially someone from a comparatively insignificant regional paper.
Eventually, I saw Steph and Jas part with an embrace and quite a lingering kiss. I was intrigued. It was almost as though they already knew each other.
Steph said a brief goodbye to me and my colleagues and went out to a waiting cab. Then, suddenly and joyously, Jas was walking towards me, flashing one of her cock-stirring smiles.
“I’ve really enjoyed today. The film was amazing, very well acted, and you’ve looked after me so well,” she said.
My brain had already rehearsed my next words several times over. “I hope you’ll stay for a while and maybe have dinner with me. It’s a long way back to Norwich. I was thinking I could give you more info about the locations used for the filming and the Norfolk background to the story.”
“Well, I really ought to go back tonight...” She hesitated for a couple of seconds before adding with another smile, “But no girl should refuse a guy offering to buy her dinner in London town.”
The words were like sweet music in my ears. I tried to mask my unconfined joy. “I’m staying at this hotel so I’ll book a table here or us. You’re very welcome to use my room to freshen up if you like.”
“That would be great. I’d like to go up now if you don’t mind.” Jas was smiling again as she said those words which I took to clinch the deal for what I’d already decided would be one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life. For this girl was beautiful, intriguing and, most of all, totally alluring.
* * * * * * * *
On entering my room, I immediately put my arm around Jas and pulled her roughly towards me. The lovely scent that had made such an impression on me earlier was powering my senses again. Our lips met and pressed together and my eager tongue immediately gained entry to her sweet mouth with its lingering taste of wine.
She responded just as I hoped, holding my head in both hands and pushing her mouth hard on to mine as our tongues swirled together. My hands were now all over her, exploring her heavenly curves. This was better than I could have imagined. The passion was raw and genuine.
We came up for air and she quickly undressed, leaving on just her bra and panties. “I do need the bathroom,” she smiled demurely, picking up her bag that had dropped to the floor during our initial burst of passion.
“I need to freshen up too,” I said. “You first though.”
Jas closed the bathroom door while she used the loo. When the door opened again, she remained half hidden behind it and said, “I really need to shower, do you mind?”
“I do mind...unless I can join you,” I answered, determined not to let the initial passion cool.
She thought for a moment, and then said teasingly: “Ok, as long as you keep your eyes closed and your hands to yourself.”
“No deal,” I laughed. “It’s your hands that will be kept to yourself.”
I quickly stripped off and then went to my bedside draw and took out a piece of rope. I always had a few "accessories" with me on an overnight stay, for just such as occasion as this.
As I entered the bathroom, Jas stood demurely, almost submissively with her back to the wash basin. She was still wearing her bra and panties. On seeing me naked, she did that shy downwards glance that had so endeared me to her when we first met.
I wasted no time in turning her around, pulling her arms behind her back and binding her wrists together. She made no attempt to resist.
Then I slowly took off her bra and pulled down her panties. She was breathing quite heavily now, just as she had been when watching the rope and whipping scene in the film a couple of hours earlier.
“Stay just where you are,” I ordered. I pushed my body against her back, letting my stiffening cock nestle in the valley of delight between her wonderfully round and ample bum cheeks.
Putting my arms around her, I cupped her small, pert tits, rubbing her puffy nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She tilted her head back, letting her blonde hair d**** over the back of her shoulders, and let out a loud sigh of pleasure.
Still fondling her breasts, I parted her hair with my nose and kissed her neck, letting my lips and tongue run up and down the nape. Her sigh became a long soft moan and I felt her body shudder against mine.
“So you like a bit of tie and tease,” I whispered.
“Yes, you certainly have the gentle touch as well.”
“I was rather hoping you like a firm touch.”
“Try me and see.”
I took my hands from her breasts and stepped back to admire her delicate curves. Her arse was a total turn on, especially with her hands tied over it and her legs slightly spread revealing a wisp of pubic hair.
I aimed a blow with my right hand at her buttocks, causing the flesh to ripple and bringing a gasp of shock from her lips. It was not the hardest spank in my repertoire, but still left quite a red mark on her milky skin.
“Oh yes,” she said approvingly, encouraging me to land more blows in quick succession, each one a little harder than the last.
For the next three or four spanks she let out a soft cry followed by sobs of deep breath. But far from asking me to stop, she leant forward a little more, the front of her pelvis supported by the wash basin; this made her arse an even better target. Several more spanks were delivered by which time her beautiful bum cheeks had a deeper red hue. She slumped forward a little further, resting her head on the wall mirror and sobbing gently.
I put my left hand between her legs and probed the soft fuzz over her crutch with my finger. To my delight, she was soaking wet. I pushed the finger further between her fleshy labia and then transferred it to her mouth to let her taste her own pleasure. Feeling her tongue licking and sucking on my digit was amazing.
I repeated the procedure, this time pushing two fingers inside her to coat them with more of her wetness. She lapped up the juices, sucking my fingers as though she could not get enough of her sticky secretion.
Then it was my turn to taste her. I got my fingers dripping and held them against my lips, running my tongue over them for a pre-taste of Jas’s womanhood. Then I put them in my mouth and sucked them dry. The flavour was like a fruity wine cocktail, and intoxicating in every way.
I turned her around and started rubbing her pussy with my hand, pushing my fingers inside and using my thumb to tease her swollen clit.
Then I drew my hand back and delivered a firm slap of her pussy. She cried out, probably in shock more than pain.
“Did that hurt?” I breathed the question into her face as I held her pussy in a firm grip. “Yes, but I can take it,” she said. As she finished the sentence she spat in my face, which was an unexpected but hugely stimulating response.
“We’ll see about that,” I said, pulling my hand back and hitting her quivering labia four more times, making her pussy more red with each blow. She started sobbing again. I had still to find out her limits, but she could obviously take a lot of pain and relish it.
I put my arms around her and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her body onto mine and kissing her again, roughly and probingly. She responded with her tongue, willingly exchanging deep French kisses.
I slapped her thighs and her arse cheeks. She bit my lip and spat in my face again. The contest was warming up, but I held the upper hand because she would always be the one to submit. Her tethered hands were testimony to that.
Eventually we came up for air, panting and smiling wickedly at one another.
“Shall we have that shower now?” I suggested. I untied her hands and we stepped into the cubicle together to indulge in more fondling, rubbing, kissing and occasional slapping under the watery cascade.
An incident-packed first half ended as we dried each other and wrapped ourselves in bath towels. It had been like Match of the Day and Goal of the Month rolled into one. And there was still a second half to play.
So we poured two glasses of wine from the drinks cabinet and had a half-time talk about the tactics to be employed after the break. It looked like being a very physical game...
(To be continued)
Kaidence
- 13.12.2022
- 14
- 0
