Madrid Mistress (fem dom)
Chris's European adventure continues, this time in Madrid. He gets an invitation to a hostel advertised as "interesting" but finds it abandoned. Soon he is scouted to rendevouz for a sexy encounter with a businessman that turns out to be a fem-dom fanatic! After the two men are dominated by a long, lean, sexy mistress and the John takes off, Chris and the mistress, Annabella, get romantic! More
Chris's European adventure continues, this time in Madrid. He gets an invitation to a hostel advertised as "interesting" but finds it abandoned. Soon he is scouted to rendevouz for a sexy encounter with a businessman that turns out to be a fem-dom fanatic! After the two men are dominated by a long, lean, sexy mistress and the John takes off, Chris and the mistress, Annabella, have a romp!
WARNING: this 4800 word, two scene erotic short story features an accidentally hired escort, sexy femme-dom action, commands, a hot and heavy lady dominated threeway, and double penetration. After that, you still have a romantic, slow-burning, sexy exchange between the hero and heroine to look forward to! Buenas noches!
“He told you the deal, then? I mean, he told you what I like?” the businessman asked, a little nervous. I looked at him for a long moment, and then decided to once again take a stab in the dark. “I seem to recall something about you needing a good hard ****?” I closed the distance between us, squeezed his **** through his tight, linen trousers and rubbed my cheek against his. The scrape of his bristle was exciting – almost as much as the log jutting out of his crotch.
He was slightly taller than me, so I was able to nibble behind his ear while I milked his hard-on. Every line and ridge of his **** was apparent and easy to feel through the flimsy, thin fabric of his slacks, and I took full advantage. My businessman – you know what, let’s call him what he really was, a John. My John was big, long and thick and as I stroked and kissed him, he expressed his lust in hot, sultry breaths on the side of my face. He was ready, or at least, his **** was. I slipped a hand under the waistband of his trousers and realized that he had nothing underneath. My hand drifted over his shaved pubis and down the length of his *****, massaging him against his leg all the way to the ***. When I crooked my fingers around his **** and turned circles on his *****, my John gasped and squeezed my *** with vice-grip fingers.
“Ooohhh, yessss... he found me a good one,” he said, as his breath quickened. “He – mmmmm, he told you the whole deal, yeah?” I still had no idea what he was talking about, but figured it had to be interesting the way he kept going on and on. I’d probably have to come clean eventually, but not yet. “You just relax, Herman told me every- the **** was that?” A crash in the back of the house interrupted my thought.
“I guess he didn’t tell you everything,” he said, with half a grin.