Wednesday, 15 December 2010

The perfect brothel

Somewhere in this amazing city there is a quiet street perhaps near Great Portland Street or near Hyde Park Corner. In that street stands an elegant well kept victorian building. 

As you enter a shiny happy youngish maid greets you and smiles. She takes your coat and turns to place your perfect gentlemen's trench coat and brolly in the cupboard. 

You watch her and smile she is a kitten but your here to see the Mistress of the house the Cat. 

She invites you in and you follow you sense the excitement building and your cock stirs. She offers you a drink knowing your favourite she hands you the glass and it's mixed to perfection. 

The maid curtseys and leaves - you smile and wonder is she a tgirl....

You relax in the fullness of the armchair the leather's musky tones relax and sooth the coolness of the material and the drink slow your breathing you relax....

Your mind spins through images of the bitch you have come to see...

The first time you saw her she was dressed in an exquisite silk gown and a lace mask you remember her falling to her knees and sucking you 

your cock twitches 


Several days later you smile to yourself and remember that you had a lucky week and spent the entire bonus on a fur coat for your cat. 

You breath in deeply trying to remember her smell as you recall the scene... She was wearing a red lace teddy with the fur coat draped around her shoulders she looked angry... not not angry she looked board thats it you remember worrying that she was board of you and that you needed a grand gesture....


You dropped in a day later only to be invited in to see your cat purring on her chaise in the cutest set of underwear and she was telling you that you only have a moment as I have another caller. 

You left feeling angry why is MY CAT seeing others you told yourself over and over...

Finally you make another appointment and here you are waiting to be allow into her boudoir the grand gesture in your pocket. You feel for the shape and smile feeling re-assured by its size and weight...


The maid calls for you and you enter she is sitting there perfect as ever she speaks but he does not hear her words... 

She moves towards me like a cat, she is soo feminine sooo perfect soo fragile he touches her flat tones tummy and slides his hand down to the fat cock between her legs she purrs in his ear 


The maid is startled by two loud bangs she runs to her mistresses room and screams...

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