ruin me that I won’t be able to have more.
But just to make sure, before I
turn the knob to the Black Room door, I ask, “You
have to go through with this sale?”
My heart sinks when she nods. “I
don’t have a choice.”
Thought so, because why else in
the fuck would she even ever start down this path?
I let resolve take over my spine,
stiffening it up before I push the door open and pull her inside. She
gives a slight gasp as she sees the interior of The Silo from a very
different angle. While the back wall is concrete, the outer wall is
glass. You can see the other patrons milling about, engrossed in
conversations or making out with each other. Some minor stuff always
happens out there like dick sucks or fingering a girl to orgasm while
sitting on one of the plush chairs. But the really good stuff always
happens in one of these rooms.
I chose the Black Room because
it’s designed for a
singular show with either a couple or at the most a threesome.
There’s a raised dais done in black lacquer with a huge king
mattress on top, covered in black silk. Even the flooring is done in
a shiny, black tile. I assume Bridger decorated the room this way so
as to highlight the simplicity of the actions that would take place
upon those silk sheets. He even made sure the only lighting in this
room was a single overhead light that shines down like a spotlight
onto the mattress.
Auralie stands frozen, staring
out at the patrons who are starting to congregate at the glass now
that the room has occupants. I walk up behind her, press my body into
the backside of hers, and bring both of my hands around to cup her
breasts over her dress. Dropping my head, I put my mouth near her ear
and whisper, “Try to
ignore them. Concentrate on me, okay?”
She nods and I squeeze the firm
globes of her breasts, which are utterly fantastic. I mean, I knew
they were because Magnus paraded her around naked one night, but
feeling them—even with a clothing barrier—is beyond
better than I could have imagined.
I’m
stunned when Auralie reaches a hand back and rubs her palm over my
growing erection before spinning in my arms. Her hands go to my belt,
and she starts to work at it, but I bring my hands down to cover hers
and bring them to a stop. “Uh-uh,” I chastise her so
softly that no one outside the glass would be able to hear me. “Not
going to do this the way you sucked those other guy’s cocks.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, and her
heart-shaped mouth pops open in surprise. She gasps when I reach
around her back, find the zipper of her dress, and lower it down.
When it reaches the base of her spine, I bring my fingertips to the
collar and peel the material down over her shoulders, past her arms,
and over her hips where it slithers to the floor. She stands before
me in a nude strapless bra done in satin with matching panties that
sit high on her hips, providing more than ample coverage of her
crotch and ass. My fingers work the hooks at the back and the bra
comes free, spilling out those fantastic tits with nipples already
standing pebbled and ready for attention.
I massage her breasts with my
hands briefly, and then lower my head to suck a nipple in my mouth.
Auralie’s hands fly
to my head, her fingers digging into my hair briefly, but then just
as quickly release me as if she doesn’t want to show her
reaction to my touch. This I understand because it would upset Magnus
if she were to show favoritism to a customer, so I give her a pass on
it and pull my mouth away from her puckered flesh.
“Get on the bed,” I
tell her as I step back and pull my shirt over my head. Auralie’s
eyes go wide, and she stares at my chest for a brief moment before
letting them travel down my abs.
“The bed, Auralie,” I
gently remind her.
She turns and steps onto the
lacquered dais, those high-heeled silver pumps making the toned
muscles in her legs stretch and elongate. I can’t
help but stare at her ass as she places a knee on the bed and
But just to make sure, before I
turn the knob to the Black Room door, I ask, “You
have to go through with this sale?”
My heart sinks when she nods. “I
don’t have a choice.”
Thought so, because why else in
the fuck would she even ever start down this path?
I let resolve take over my spine,
stiffening it up before I push the door open and pull her inside. She
gives a slight gasp as she sees the interior of The Silo from a very
different angle. While the back wall is concrete, the outer wall is
glass. You can see the other patrons milling about, engrossed in
conversations or making out with each other. Some minor stuff always
happens out there like dick sucks or fingering a girl to orgasm while
sitting on one of the plush chairs. But the really good stuff always
happens in one of these rooms.
I chose the Black Room because
it’s designed for a
singular show with either a couple or at the most a threesome.
There’s a raised dais done in black lacquer with a huge king
mattress on top, covered in black silk. Even the flooring is done in
a shiny, black tile. I assume Bridger decorated the room this way so
as to highlight the simplicity of the actions that would take place
upon those silk sheets. He even made sure the only lighting in this
room was a single overhead light that shines down like a spotlight
onto the mattress.
Auralie stands frozen, staring
out at the patrons who are starting to congregate at the glass now
that the room has occupants. I walk up behind her, press my body into
the backside of hers, and bring both of my hands around to cup her
breasts over her dress. Dropping my head, I put my mouth near her ear
and whisper, “Try to
ignore them. Concentrate on me, okay?”
She nods and I squeeze the firm
globes of her breasts, which are utterly fantastic. I mean, I knew
they were because Magnus paraded her around naked one night, but
feeling them—even with a clothing barrier—is beyond
better than I could have imagined.
I’m
stunned when Auralie reaches a hand back and rubs her palm over my
growing erection before spinning in my arms. Her hands go to my belt,
and she starts to work at it, but I bring my hands down to cover hers
and bring them to a stop. “Uh-uh,” I chastise her so
softly that no one outside the glass would be able to hear me. “Not
going to do this the way you sucked those other guy’s cocks.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, and her
heart-shaped mouth pops open in surprise. She gasps when I reach
around her back, find the zipper of her dress, and lower it down.
When it reaches the base of her spine, I bring my fingertips to the
collar and peel the material down over her shoulders, past her arms,
and over her hips where it slithers to the floor. She stands before
me in a nude strapless bra done in satin with matching panties that
sit high on her hips, providing more than ample coverage of her
crotch and ass. My fingers work the hooks at the back and the bra
comes free, spilling out those fantastic tits with nipples already
standing pebbled and ready for attention.
I massage her breasts with my
hands briefly, and then lower my head to suck a nipple in my mouth.
Auralie’s hands fly
to my head, her fingers digging into my hair briefly, but then just
as quickly release me as if she doesn’t want to show her
reaction to my touch. This I understand because it would upset Magnus
if she were to show favoritism to a customer, so I give her a pass on
it and pull my mouth away from her puckered flesh.
“Get on the bed,” I
tell her as I step back and pull my shirt over my head. Auralie’s
eyes go wide, and she stares at my chest for a brief moment before
letting them travel down my abs.
“The bed, Auralie,” I
gently remind her.
She turns and steps onto the
lacquered dais, those high-heeled silver pumps making the toned
muscles in her legs stretch and elongate. I can’t
help but stare at her ass as she places a knee on the bed and
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