Christie And Michael(Confessions From The House Of Pleasure) Pt., 1 *Intro* free porn video
Christie was feeling the alcohol. She had two drinks and was slowly sipping a third. The one reason she was allowing herself to get so drunk was because her hotel room was upstairs. The faint beat of the trip hop music that played through hidden speakers seemed more twisted and looped.
“Sometimes I think they try to hard to be cool.”
Christie turned her head. Next to her sat a man in a suit. The jacket laid across the back of the chair with the tie. The liquid in his glass was amber. Whiskey or Scotch, maybe? He turned his head towards her and spoke again. “I mean we all know fundamentally what drinking and pulsing music can lead too.” Christie watched as he turned to his drink and tilted the drink to his lips. He sat the drink on the bar and licked his lips. Christie watched each movement with interest.
Turning her upper body towards him she replied. “Only loose women and players fall victim to the trappings of flash and boom.” Mr.Laid Back rewarded Christie with a profiled half smile.
“Flash and boom?” He drained the liquor from his glass and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Swinging around in his chair to face Christie, his entire presence engaged in the conversation. Christie felt herself flush with heat. Something about this man called to her wild side.
“Flash.” She tilted her fruity drink before taking another sip, “and boom.” Nodding her head to the dozens of couples crowded in the muted light of the dance floor and dark corners. This bar definitely catered to the gimme gimme more gimme more gimme gimme more crowd.
“Yeah, right. Flash and boom. So I see your flash, what about your boom?” Christie noticed his eyes touched on her breasts, but he didn‘t leer.
Christie swallowed before she could choke on her drink. Heat speared her center at the thought of being so directly propositioned. Turning her entire body to face the stranger beside her she replied. “I’m too kinky for most guys”. She crossed her legs, the short skirt pulled up even further by her actions, baring more of her creamy thighs. She made sure her eyes obviously lingered on his cock before returning to his heated gaze.
“I’d love to invite you to a place I know. It’s a place designed for kinky pleasures. What’s your desire?” Christie shifted in her seat and felt herself become damp. His voice held a hint of command and she could see herself wanting to be held his sexual captive.
“To be tied up. To be at the complete mercy of someone’s play.”
Christie closed her eyes as she spoke, imagining being his. His touch startled her as he grasped her hand. She felt his thumb stroke her wrist and his fingers caressed the back of her palm. He got up and stepped closer, leaving a slip of paper in her hand. His body heat pressed against her as he leaned in, cheek to cheek.
He whispered in her ear, lips grazing her lobe as he spoke. “Tomorrow. Your mine. Totally.”
He captured her earlobe in his teeth. Nipping it and dragging his teeth along the skin. Christie grasped his forearms as shiver laced through her body. “Bound. Tied. Yours.”
Christie whispered back. She was on the verge of orgasm and would be held there until tomorrow. She wanted this to be apart of her package and fortunately the House of Pleasure accommodated her request.
Michael stepped back and grabbed his jacket. Draping it over his arm and holding it in front of him to hide his arousal. He made his way to the elevators. During his initial interview, Mistress asked him what his sexual preferences were. Asked if he would he be open to seducing a client that would later want a BDSM session. Asked if he'd be willing to share that client, have another house member there assisting him with the session.
Waiting for the elevator, Michael's eyes closed still smelling her fragrance. His his fingers tingled to touch her, his cock throb to penetrate her....Sharing Christie now that he's met her...anything as long as she would be his for the taking. He groaned at the thought of the ways he would take her. Tied. Bound. His.
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“Sometimes I think they try to hard to be cool.”
Christie turned her head. Next to her sat a man in a suit. The jacket laid across the back of the chair with the tie. The liquid in his glass was amber. Whiskey or Scotch, maybe? He turned his head towards her and spoke again. “I mean we all know fundamentally what drinking and pulsing music can lead too.” Christie watched as he turned to his drink and tilted the drink to his lips. He sat the drink on the bar and licked his lips. Christie watched each movement with interest.
Turning her upper body towards him she replied. “Only loose women and players fall victim to the trappings of flash and boom.” Mr.Laid Back rewarded Christie with a profiled half smile.
“Flash and boom?” He drained the liquor from his glass and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Swinging around in his chair to face Christie, his entire presence engaged in the conversation. Christie felt herself flush with heat. Something about this man called to her wild side.
“Flash.” She tilted her fruity drink before taking another sip, “and boom.” Nodding her head to the dozens of couples crowded in the muted light of the dance floor and dark corners. This bar definitely catered to the gimme gimme more gimme more gimme gimme more crowd.
“Yeah, right. Flash and boom. So I see your flash, what about your boom?” Christie noticed his eyes touched on her breasts, but he didn‘t leer.
Christie swallowed before she could choke on her drink. Heat speared her center at the thought of being so directly propositioned. Turning her entire body to face the stranger beside her she replied. “I’m too kinky for most guys”. She crossed her legs, the short skirt pulled up even further by her actions, baring more of her creamy thighs. She made sure her eyes obviously lingered on his cock before returning to his heated gaze.
“I’d love to invite you to a place I know. It’s a place designed for kinky pleasures. What’s your desire?” Christie shifted in her seat and felt herself become damp. His voice held a hint of command and she could see herself wanting to be held his sexual captive.
“To be tied up. To be at the complete mercy of someone’s play.”
Christie closed her eyes as she spoke, imagining being his. His touch startled her as he grasped her hand. She felt his thumb stroke her wrist and his fingers caressed the back of her palm. He got up and stepped closer, leaving a slip of paper in her hand. His body heat pressed against her as he leaned in, cheek to cheek.
He whispered in her ear, lips grazing her lobe as he spoke. “Tomorrow. Your mine. Totally.”
He captured her earlobe in his teeth. Nipping it and dragging his teeth along the skin. Christie grasped his forearms as shiver laced through her body. “Bound. Tied. Yours.”
Christie whispered back. She was on the verge of orgasm and would be held there until tomorrow. She wanted this to be apart of her package and fortunately the House of Pleasure accommodated her request.
Michael stepped back and grabbed his jacket. Draping it over his arm and holding it in front of him to hide his arousal. He made his way to the elevators. During his initial interview, Mistress asked him what his sexual preferences were. Asked if he would he be open to seducing a client that would later want a BDSM session. Asked if he'd be willing to share that client, have another house member there assisting him with the session.
Waiting for the elevator, Michael's eyes closed still smelling her fragrance. His his fingers tingled to touch her, his cock throb to penetrate her....Sharing Christie now that he's met her...anything as long as she would be his for the taking. He groaned at the thought of the ways he would take her. Tied. Bound. His.
((Want more...beg nicely..lol))
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