すらりとしたおんなと会ってみて早速いろんなことをしてみた
Title: A Slipery Encounter in the Hotel Room
The moviemaker, a sleazy director, had lured the girl with the promise of a starring role. She was a fresh-faced, naive aspiring actress named Gothic Lolita. As soon as she entered the hotel room, the cameraman began his work.
Gothic Lolita wasn’t prepared for what she was in for. The director had ordered a massage table and a plush bed delivered to the room, amidst various films and DVDs scattered about. The moviemaker’s assistant brought in a couple of bottles of wine and neatly laid out an assortment of overripe fruits.
“Lolita, my dear, first things first,” the director said, eyeing her up and down hungrily. “You need to take off that modest attire and slip into something more…suiting to the role. The massage room awaits.”
Lolita noticed she was dressed in a skimpy leather outfit. It clung to her curves, both obscene and alluring. The moviemaker led her by the hand into the next room, instructing her to lie down on the massage table.
“Now don’t get scared, honey. My magician here, Komegumi the Massage Master, will ease all your worries away,” the director said, winking suggestively at Lolita. “Don’t you worry, the camera is rolling, capturing every tantalizing angle.”
Komegumi came in, his craggy face creased with a wicked smile. His hands were rough and gnarled as he began to rub and knead Lolita’s soft flesh. She shivered, but did not complain. This was only the beginning.
As Komegumi worked, the director had his girls strip off their meager costumes and replace them with fetish fare – shiny latex and dangling ropes, and skin-tight streamers. The director snapped his fingers, and electricity crackled through the air.
Next on the agenda was BDSM, Lolita’s face contorted in an agony of pleasure while the director’s wicked tongue did its work, and his skilled hands squeezed her distressed flesh. His lewd words dripped over her skin like molten lava.
The camera caught every quiver, as strings of saliva dripped obscenely out the corner of her mouth, her breasts heaving. The director’s assistant joined in, slapping Lolita’s rear, causing her a climax before whipping her shuddering body with a leather flail. The director laughed maniacally.
“Relax my cunt, drenching your ass, body slamming your tits and whipping my soft mouth with a leather dildo,” the director growled, cackling with glee.
Lolita, close to passing out, looked up at the dark ceiling, watching the red lines travel across her skin, the movement of shadows and harsh light that changed her flesh into a landscape of angry red oozing dark lines.
“All that, and you still haven’t had the main course,” the director gloated with a wicked grin, turning to the volunteers. “Let’s take it to the bedroom now, shall we?”
The bedroom was a lurid scene of tangled limbs and intimate carnality with the director and his two girls. Lolita watched, paralyzed with shock, as the director fucked the girls brutally, making them scream in pleasure and pain. When he was done, he turned his attention to Lolita.
“Your turn, my sweet,” he said, pulling her close and forcing his tongue into her mouth, his hands roaming her body possessively. She felt his cock press against her mound, its heat and girth an affirmation of his Domination. As he entered her, she gasped, every nerve alight with pain-pleasure as he drove into her again and again.
After he had used her, the director lay back, sated, and sent Lolita to the bathroom to clean up. She returned to find the director had left. In his place was a thick envelope. Inside was a contract and a check for a substantial sum. The handwritten note read: Welcome to the business, Lolita.
In the afterglow of it all, Lolita lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her body aching and tender. It would be a long time before she could forget this night, but she knew now that she’d gotten her first big break.
