The hostess

“Come on in,” I yelled out, for whoever was there.

The female voice calmly replied, however in a husky voice, “I’m not allowed, if you could please come here.”

I walked to the door and opened it, finding my red haired hostess standing once again with her back to the black door, her hand on the brass knob. “Master has informed me that he will be slightly delayed. He asked me to make sure you were okay.” I looked at her and told her I was, slightly wondering how Nicole and he could have been delayed. She continued on as if everything was quite natural for her. “Is there anything I can do for you; anything you need?” I told her I was fine, and that everything was quite sufficient. “Are you sure,” she asked again, opening the black door, slightly ajar. “Master told me to entertain you till he arrived.” Her quirky smile and the glint of evil in her eyes, told me that she and I were thinking the same thing.

“Well if MASTER said so, then entertain!” My cock sprang to attention again as I saw the smile widen. She pushed open the door with her left hand while grabbing my hand with her right. I followed as she pulled me into a much larger, rather bare room. The cold cement floor and cement block walls of the cellar were in sharp contrast to the rest of the finished house. I quickly spotted a set of shackles on the far wall, and various other items around the room and on the ceiling, probably used for bondage. In the middle of the room was a long, rectangular steel table. She dragged me to the table and spun me around so that my back was to the table. Without any encouragement, foreplay, or pretense, I was rewarded with the wonderful sight of a head full of red hair drop down to my waist, as her hands quickly and deftly undid my pants, stripping me naked from the waist down.

My cock sprang free, bouncing up and down in the cold damp air. She pushed me back onto the table so that I was sitting bare-assed naked atop the bench like table. Cold shivers went through my body as the cold surroundings enveloped me. I was turning colder, until her hot, lovely mouth surrounded my cock, sending warm waves of pleasure through my loins. It didn’t take long for me to forget about the cold as my body temperature began to rise. Her talented tongue ran up and down the length of my shaft as she continued slowly bobbing up and down along its length. I was amazed at the cock-sucking prowess this unnamed vixen had. She had me boiling in no time at all, sure to erupt at any second. However, she knew exactly how to keep me from doing so, only pushing me to higher and higher heights. I was sure she would qualify as one of the best blowjob experts in the nation. Occasionally she would stop, only to stroke my wet shaft with her hands while lapping her tongue over my tightened nut sack, coming dangerously, and tantalizingly, close to my puckered anal ring.

I was sure I was going to pop any second from her unbelievable oral talents. But then she stopped suddenly and jumped to the end of the table. Once there she bent over the edge, pressing her tits into the cold table, while looking up at me expectantly. “C’mon, hurry before Master arrives.” I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth! Especially if she were offering me her pussy! I jumped off the table and scurried behind her, admiring her nicely rounded ass and puffed out pussy petals which had swallowed her G-string thong once again. I pulled the dental floss from her ass and tucked it under one of the glutinous globes and drove my hammerhead into the velvety confines of her warm womb. She and I both cooed as we relished in the wonderful sensations sweeping through our bodies. I plunged in and out with relative ease through the previously plowed fields, delighting in the way her muscles sucked my cock deeper and deeper with every thrust. Within a few minutes I was thrusting full **** into her that she was banging into the table, causing it to nudge across the floor with ear splitting shrieks. “Aw, FUCK ME,” she screamed. “Harder, HARDER. C’mon, slam it into me.” The more I did so, the more she begged for it. “Yeah that’s it,” she panted as she began thrusting back to meet my own forceful bangs, my balls slapping against her crotch every time we met. “Smack my ass,” she begged in the middle of a ferocious fucking session. Always eager to oblige, I raised my hand it brought it down sharply, filling the air with the distinctive sound. “Yeah,” she cooed, “Harder.” I came back across, bringing a rosy color to the other cheek as she bucked backwards. “HARDER,” she commanded. Again, I wailed across the jiggling flesh, stinging my own hand as I did so, causing her to yelp. However, she bucked as her body erupted, continuing to beg me for more punishment on her tenderized ass. More than happy to fulfill her desires, I continued repeatedly smacking my hand back and forth across the deepening red flesh as my cock pummeled through her quaking cunt, sending her into multiple mind blowing orgasms. Those orgasms were squeezing my cock so tightly, that I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Four smacks later I felt my boiling nuts erupt, sending what felt like gallons upon gallons of hot spunk into the well tanned hide of the young filly bucking wildly beneath me. Her hair was strewn all across the table as her legs continued to reverberate from the tremors cascading through her nervous system.

I collapsed atop her, pressing her back into the table with my dead weight on top. My ever so slowly deflating cock was still trapped inside her clenching muscled grip, unwilling to let go of its prized possession. We both lay there our hearts beating in unison as we slowly regained our energy. We would have been there longer, had it not been for the unmistakable sounds of an approaching car coming from beyond the walls.

“Hurry,” the vixen exclaimed as she pushed my wilting cock from her dripping hole. “You must go back to the room and wait for Master. Now please hurry.” She scurried around and picked up my clothing handing it to me in hasty fashion as she pushed me out the black door and into the red one.

I wondered why she seemed so determined. After all, the Master did say she was to entertain me. I sat on the sofa in the modified recording studio as I dressed, scanning the monitors. I saw the lovely hostess meandering about in the basement room, cleaning up any evidence of our little tryst. I then spotted an outdoor monitor focused on the car in the driveway. I could make out the two figures in the car, and watched as Brad got out and circled to the passenger side. I transferred the image to the larger screen watching Brad help Nicole out of the car. I wasn’t surprised to see that she was still naked, but was acutely aware that she was handcuffed. She looked quite ragged and disheveled. She looked as if the activities at the adult store had taken their toll. Most notably, her hair was matted and in total disarray as well as her makeup.

The two of them took a leisurely stroll along the sidewalk leading from the driveway to the front door. What amazed me was Nicole’s lack of concern, being totally nude, outdoors, within clear sight of several neighbor’s homes, even though they were a bit in the distance. When they reached the well lit porch, I could sense Nicole’s nervousness grow as he positioned her facing the streets and the possible onlookers from within the nearby homes. Brad fumbled through an array of keys, taking his time to find the one which would open the front door. It was when he was opening the door that I realized he was holding something else in his hand. It looked like a videocassette.