The Virgin Clinic
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
17,430
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Vynil flower
\"LOTUS!\"
\"uh?\" Lotus looked up, her long sleak black hair shifting. Even the smallest movement made it catch the light.
\"You got an oldie in 5\"
\"Damn,\" she whispered. \"How old?\" she yelled back.
\"32!\" She cursed again.
\"Let me guess... vinyl? bondage?\" Jenette swung around the doorway.
\"You got it,\" she answered with a smile. Lotus rolled her eyes. It seemed like anyone over the age of 25 that came there wanted the little petite japanese chick. Freaky little wankers, they were.
As Jarome made his way to the luxury suite, Jayme quickly finished tying Lotus\'s bonds. She had on a stylish and kinky-looking vynil suit including corset, mesh arm-huggers, vynil pants with a gap along the hip bones, short meshy lace skirt, and knee-high vinyl boots with a silver spike heel. Her hair was in pig tails, which she pulled of well, she had on pale lip stick and lots of red and black eye make-up. She pretended to be asleep.
On the way out, Jayme passed Jarome and grabbed the front of his shirt. \"She said you can finger her. Anything else goes in her cunt and I will eat your penis for breakfast. GOT IT?\" She let him go roughly and walked the rest of the way to the back rooms. He brushed himself off and went into his suite, locking the door behind him. Of course, there was a camera overhead. The guard had the key. If Jarome did anything out of line, his body would look something like scrambled eggs when they were done with him.
Lotus was bound to a large, floofy round bed with soft black quilts. The pillows were red with black lace over them. The stage by the wall was larger than in the other rooms. There were also chains hanging loosely from the ceiling. Some had both ends attached to the ceiling so they hung down in a U, others were just hanging from one end. There was also a lounge chair with a narrow seat just for good straddling/riding. Lotus\'s hands were level with her head, tied with black silk to either side, and her legs were spread farely wide.
Jarome was african american but not very dark. He had something else in his blood, but one couldn\'t point it out without him saying it. Whatever it was it gave him a very handsom face, aged but still gorgeous. He was tall and lean, wearing a blue shirt that hugged his muscles and looked soft along with cotton pants. He approached Lotus and ran his hand down her jaw. She fluttered her eyes open as if she didn\'t expect him to come. She looked around and started struggling. \"What are you going to do to me?\" she asked in a whimper. She had this routine down pretty tight.
Jarome sneered at her and grasped her neck in his hand, not tight enough to hurt, and kissed her lips. He released his hand and kissed her deeper, instead touching her neck softly. \"Let\'s get that hair down,\" he said in a deep voice. He took down her hair gently enough so that it fell silkily about her shoulders. He ran his hands through it a few times, caressing her neck and hairline.
He stepped back and looked at her outfit. \"You know, I can\'t remove this just yet. I have to see you move in it first. I\'ll untie you for now, and you go entertain me on the stage.\" He untied her and she got up, looking at him pitifully. She slinked to the pole and did a few moves with grace and sensuality like a snake. She could only do so much in her tight outfit. She leaned back on a chain, grabbed the sides, leaned back and swung her heels over doing a back-hand-spring. She sunk to the ground and did a few sensual dance moves, then rose back up.
After several minutes Jarome got up and grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the bed and throwing her down. It didn\'t hurt much, what with all the cushioning. He tied her wrists and legs back to their spots. \"Now it\'s time to play.\"
He removed her corsette, and c-cup breasts with quarter-sized brown nipples were exposed, matching her soft olive complexion. He grasped them and she whimpered and protested. He grabbed her hair in his rough hand and kissed her, groping her breast with the other hand. After releasing, he glared at her deviously and ran his hand up and down her leg. He slowly moved his hands up and down her thighs while she squealed and begged him to stop. His hands slid on the inner sides of her thighs and he moved them all the way up until they brushed between her legs. He moved them back down and unzipped each boot, discarding it to the floor. He then peeled her pants off, revealing her bare pussy underneath.
She shreiked \"Please! Nooo!\" He chuckled darkly and moved his hands up the inside of her smooth thighs again, this time running each thumb up the crease of her hip bones and she let out a moan. His hands roamed over her soft sides, around her breasts, over her nipples, and back down. He grasped her upper thighs and pushed in with his thumb on the sensitive skin, causing an odd tingle to go through her body. His hand slithered up toward her folds.
\"No,\" she whimpered, struggling weakly. He ran his finger over her clit several times, getting her worked up. She begged him to stop, now in frantic whispers and moans. He walked around her, still stroaking, until he was facing her legs. He placed his large finger firmly on the tip of her clit and started moving it back and forth at a steady pace. Tingles went through her body and her orgasm began to rise. She panted and begged him to stop. He smiled and moved his finger faster, faster, faster, and she shreaked and panted. He kept moving her clit vigorously, then he took his other finger and started moving it in and out of her opening in rhythm with her clit. She screamed and after a few moments she came. He smiled and wiped his hands on a damp towel on the small table beside her bed.
\"My turn,\" he said nastily. He was already hard just from getting her off. He untied her and sat on the seat with the narrow waste. He was wearing cotton pants for a reason. Though she didn\'t have on clothes, it wasn\'t considered sex since he had pants on. His dick wouldn\'t even go in an inch with the pants on. She slipped one leg over him and mounted. She started riding him as he guided her by holding her hips. Working her hips faster, she moved almost up and down as he thrusted, and she felt his tip pushing at her fragile opening. He pushed her off of him all the sudden and she stumbled onto the floor.
\"Now suck me off.\" She obediently got to her knees, allowing a tear to escape. He took his pants down and soon felt her warm mouth around his hard penis. She ran her tongue from his balls to his head, flicked her tongue on the hot spot under his head where it met his shaft and he moaned, and then she devoured it again. He grabbed her hair and thrust his hips with her. After several minutes he came in her mouth and she swallowed. She got 1300 dollars that night.
\"uh?\" Lotus looked up, her long sleak black hair shifting. Even the smallest movement made it catch the light.
\"You got an oldie in 5\"
\"Damn,\" she whispered. \"How old?\" she yelled back.
\"32!\" She cursed again.
\"Let me guess... vinyl? bondage?\" Jenette swung around the doorway.
\"You got it,\" she answered with a smile. Lotus rolled her eyes. It seemed like anyone over the age of 25 that came there wanted the little petite japanese chick. Freaky little wankers, they were.
As Jarome made his way to the luxury suite, Jayme quickly finished tying Lotus\'s bonds. She had on a stylish and kinky-looking vynil suit including corset, mesh arm-huggers, vynil pants with a gap along the hip bones, short meshy lace skirt, and knee-high vinyl boots with a silver spike heel. Her hair was in pig tails, which she pulled of well, she had on pale lip stick and lots of red and black eye make-up. She pretended to be asleep.
On the way out, Jayme passed Jarome and grabbed the front of his shirt. \"She said you can finger her. Anything else goes in her cunt and I will eat your penis for breakfast. GOT IT?\" She let him go roughly and walked the rest of the way to the back rooms. He brushed himself off and went into his suite, locking the door behind him. Of course, there was a camera overhead. The guard had the key. If Jarome did anything out of line, his body would look something like scrambled eggs when they were done with him.
Lotus was bound to a large, floofy round bed with soft black quilts. The pillows were red with black lace over them. The stage by the wall was larger than in the other rooms. There were also chains hanging loosely from the ceiling. Some had both ends attached to the ceiling so they hung down in a U, others were just hanging from one end. There was also a lounge chair with a narrow seat just for good straddling/riding. Lotus\'s hands were level with her head, tied with black silk to either side, and her legs were spread farely wide.
Jarome was african american but not very dark. He had something else in his blood, but one couldn\'t point it out without him saying it. Whatever it was it gave him a very handsom face, aged but still gorgeous. He was tall and lean, wearing a blue shirt that hugged his muscles and looked soft along with cotton pants. He approached Lotus and ran his hand down her jaw. She fluttered her eyes open as if she didn\'t expect him to come. She looked around and started struggling. \"What are you going to do to me?\" she asked in a whimper. She had this routine down pretty tight.
Jarome sneered at her and grasped her neck in his hand, not tight enough to hurt, and kissed her lips. He released his hand and kissed her deeper, instead touching her neck softly. \"Let\'s get that hair down,\" he said in a deep voice. He took down her hair gently enough so that it fell silkily about her shoulders. He ran his hands through it a few times, caressing her neck and hairline.
He stepped back and looked at her outfit. \"You know, I can\'t remove this just yet. I have to see you move in it first. I\'ll untie you for now, and you go entertain me on the stage.\" He untied her and she got up, looking at him pitifully. She slinked to the pole and did a few moves with grace and sensuality like a snake. She could only do so much in her tight outfit. She leaned back on a chain, grabbed the sides, leaned back and swung her heels over doing a back-hand-spring. She sunk to the ground and did a few sensual dance moves, then rose back up.
After several minutes Jarome got up and grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the bed and throwing her down. It didn\'t hurt much, what with all the cushioning. He tied her wrists and legs back to their spots. \"Now it\'s time to play.\"
He removed her corsette, and c-cup breasts with quarter-sized brown nipples were exposed, matching her soft olive complexion. He grasped them and she whimpered and protested. He grabbed her hair in his rough hand and kissed her, groping her breast with the other hand. After releasing, he glared at her deviously and ran his hand up and down her leg. He slowly moved his hands up and down her thighs while she squealed and begged him to stop. His hands slid on the inner sides of her thighs and he moved them all the way up until they brushed between her legs. He moved them back down and unzipped each boot, discarding it to the floor. He then peeled her pants off, revealing her bare pussy underneath.
She shreiked \"Please! Nooo!\" He chuckled darkly and moved his hands up the inside of her smooth thighs again, this time running each thumb up the crease of her hip bones and she let out a moan. His hands roamed over her soft sides, around her breasts, over her nipples, and back down. He grasped her upper thighs and pushed in with his thumb on the sensitive skin, causing an odd tingle to go through her body. His hand slithered up toward her folds.
\"No,\" she whimpered, struggling weakly. He ran his finger over her clit several times, getting her worked up. She begged him to stop, now in frantic whispers and moans. He walked around her, still stroaking, until he was facing her legs. He placed his large finger firmly on the tip of her clit and started moving it back and forth at a steady pace. Tingles went through her body and her orgasm began to rise. She panted and begged him to stop. He smiled and moved his finger faster, faster, faster, and she shreaked and panted. He kept moving her clit vigorously, then he took his other finger and started moving it in and out of her opening in rhythm with her clit. She screamed and after a few moments she came. He smiled and wiped his hands on a damp towel on the small table beside her bed.
\"My turn,\" he said nastily. He was already hard just from getting her off. He untied her and sat on the seat with the narrow waste. He was wearing cotton pants for a reason. Though she didn\'t have on clothes, it wasn\'t considered sex since he had pants on. His dick wouldn\'t even go in an inch with the pants on. She slipped one leg over him and mounted. She started riding him as he guided her by holding her hips. Working her hips faster, she moved almost up and down as he thrusted, and she felt his tip pushing at her fragile opening. He pushed her off of him all the sudden and she stumbled onto the floor.
\"Now suck me off.\" She obediently got to her knees, allowing a tear to escape. He took his pants down and soon felt her warm mouth around his hard penis. She ran her tongue from his balls to his head, flicked her tongue on the hot spot under his head where it met his shaft and he moaned, and then she devoured it again. He grabbed her hair and thrust his hips with her. After several minutes he came in her mouth and she swallowed. She got 1300 dollars that night.