I had a Dream a Dirty Nasty Dream
I could not help but start this blog out……I had a Dream, I always wanted to do this now I can and I did, I did have a dream ,a dirty naughty dream….
I was working at what could be termed a brothel though it looked more like a clinic to the right up a hall way were rooms that you could not see into because they were covered with curtains on the inside and a sliding glass door on the out side so if said practitioners of what ever kink inside the room wanted you to be able to look in on them they could simply open the curtains, at the moment they were closed.
In front of me their were about 30 cordless phones mounted on the wall and each of us ladies were assigned phones to answer when we were not with a client.
To the left was a lounge /lobby area where people were sitting drinking, eating and talking, did I mention that the phones were mounted below a bar surrounding a bar and grill?
Beyond the lounge you could see the first two doors that began a series of closed doors that vanished down the hallway along side the bar and grill area parallel the curtained door hall. I knew along the wall in the back there were personal rooms for girls who chose to live their full or part time.
My phone was not ringing so I joined the three other people in the lounge. I Sat next to a man who looked suspiciously like Mario from the Nintendo video games who was arguing with a a man in a wing chair across from them. Apparently the mistress sitting at the head of the little conglomeration of furniture had instructed them to engage in some kind of game to win her affections and thus an evening with her. She was Mistress Chianti. Like me she was saying very little but seemed to be enjoying what was to me mindless banter between the two men but I came in while the game was in progress so I have no idea what they may have been doing.
Mistress Chianti rose in her leather bustier, Black high Heels and little black panties crop in hand and pointed at Mario and the room nearest to us and said “You and You” pointing the crop at me. I could not figure out what she wanted me for but felt it best not to question her as I had head what damage she could inflict with that crop so I hurried into the room which was designed like any other bedroom with a bed and dress and a sliding glass door that looked out into lush vegetation.
Mistress Chianti was already on the bed and “Mario” was untying her leather panties. Apparently the bows on either side were not simply decorative. When they fell away she got on her hands and knees which I was at first shocked about because I considered that particular position pretty submissive to say the least, I thought that until she told me to eat her ass at which point “Mario held her ass cheeks for me.
Now here I have to say I have eaten a lot of ass but this one was different. I have eaten girl ass and man ass and nothing was quite comparable, not even the pretty girls who while maybe model perfect their ass holes are still just puckered little chocolate starfish like everyone else’s. Mistress Chianti’s asshole was as perfectly pale as the rest of her skin with hardly and little wrinkles around it. It was a pristine , tight little hole and the idea of licking made me wet. Without further ado I dove into my job with zest.
I licked her tight little hole until my tongue hurt and when she finally told me to stop my pussy was so slick It was dribbling down my leg.
She told “Mario” to stand at the side of the bed and watch as she walked over to a little fridge tucked into the corner and came back with the largest corn cob I had ever seen and told me to put it in my pussy. As I was trying to do what she said because while I was slick with pussy juice the corn cob was huge she told us, “who ever does not conform perfectly to my will,” pointing at the corn cob, “that is dinner” at which point the corn cob slid right in.
It is here that I woke up but I intend to continue this story as well as start some called “Tales from the Brothel” I am welcome to suggestions as to how this should continue.
Meet Mistress Chianti:
Or call me! Hollywould!
