Mistress Makes Me
The ad read, "Mistress Miri's Glory Hole. My hot lips are dying to thank you for your cum. Seventy-five dollars. Major credit cards only." There was a picture of Mistress Miri and she was hot in a way that pushed all my buttons.
I called the number, sure that it was a scam, but a real woman answered the phone and she sounded sincere. She explained she would greet me at the door so I could look her over in person, but all sexual activity had to happen through the hole to make sure I kept my hands to myself.
A woman that hot would be worth five times that. It really was too good to be true. She told me her main line of work was as a dominatrix but she kept only one fifteen minute time slot open per week to recruit new customers for her services. If I wanted only to get sucked through the hole that would be fine. If I wanted to reserve the time every week I could. And if I wanted to try out her other services I could do that too. But if the slot was filled before I reserved it someone else might snatch it up.
It was a thirty minute drive to her place and the allotted time was in forty-five minutes. I would have to make up my mind and hurry so in an impetuous instant I committed, "I'll take it!"
Then right after she gave me the code for the front gate she added, "You better be freshly showered too - or else."
She was a stranger on the other end of a phone line. I could easily stand her up and be no worse off. But the threat pierced me through and through.
It was the fastest shower I'd ever taken but before you knew it I was closing the gate behind me and going around to her back door.
True to her word she answered in person. She was far hotter in the flesh - imposing too. The place had the feel of a Gypsy fortune teller's studio except with a decidedly S & M vibe.
There were dark oil paintings of erotic scenes on the walls. Men with big cocks, exotic women, but also slavish guys bowing to their queens.
She was welcoming and enticing as she beckoned me in. Sitting on the couch where she led me she put a tumbler of whiskey in my hand, "It's seven dollars for the drink. Quite reasonable, don't you think?" I had to agree.
She swished when she walked. Well, not her, but her long flowing negligee and the cascading body jewelry beneath. She was a living waterfall of sensuality.
We talked and she was remarkably charming. We talked longer than we should have for her to make a profit from her glory hole. As we chatted so pleasantly she crossed and uncrossed her legs in a most alluring way, almost displaying her pussy to my prying eyes.
I was drawn in. Drawn into her words. Drawn into her body. When she leaned forward I craved to see her cleavage. When she leaned back I desired to caress her flat tummy. And when she dangled her high heels from her delicate feet I wanted, for the first time, to pay homage to a woman's toes.
I felt appreciated and accepted even as she told me how dismally normal I was, and how spectacularly lucky I was to be allowed to be there. How she made both feel true is a mystery, but I needed to hear more. More about how special it was to be there. But also more about how for a man with my slight build that she was going to do me a favor by letting me pay for the privilege of standing before her glory hole in just a few short minutes.
Suddenly she snapped at me, "Stand and strip!" I didn't expect her to bark at me but without hesitation I jumped to my feet and dropped my clothing. Miri appraised my body coolly, "You'll do. You're not fat. Average cock. Underdeveloped biceps."
It was insulting to be judged so accurately, but in the end, with a sigh of relief, I had passed the test.
"Would you like to see more of my body!" I nodded, almost drooling. "That'll be an extra ten." She informed me as she dropped her negligee. She took my credit card from my wallet and set it on a table next to a phallic jade lamp.
She was a beauty to behold. Sparkling all over from the jewelry which adorned her nakedness everywhere. "For another twenty would you like to suck my nipples?" I did! So badly did I want to suck them. And twenty dollars was cheap.
She bent over me, presenting her full breasts to me. There were silver caps on her nipples: shiny nipple jewelry, and they were shaped like tiny penises. I sucked her nipple with glee, feeling the little metal cock in my mouth, but also suckling on her large round areola. Nirvana!
She allowed me to suck for much longer than she should have for a measly twenty. By the time she stopped me I was hard as a rock just from the pleasure of her cocky nipples. She even touched my hardness through my pants, "I like this. Will you give it to me? Will it be mine?"
When I assented she yanked her teat from my disappointed lips, then splayed herself out in the easy chair before me. Now I could see clearly what I had only glimpsed before. A sparkly chain wrapped around her hips securing a silver oval nestled among her labia: more jewelry. This odd ring surrounded her clit, pushing it up and out for me to see more clearly than I had ever seen a clit before.
It was big. Huge even. It must have been just shy of an inch long. She traced it with her finger, asking with cruel derision, "Does my little man like my clit?" I nodded dumbly.
She leaned forward, waving her finger under my nose, "Do you like my scent?" I smiled like a fool. "It smells like the last time I had sex." I was thinking about my wife's pussy, but I didn't say anything out loud.
I imagined plowing my dick into her pussy, rubbing her big clit while I did it. When she touched her finger to my lips I kissed it. She rewarded me with a smile, "Very good. You're a natural."
Always full of surprises she picked up a strange device, "Would you like to see me pump it?"
I must've looked confused. "I'll pump it up and it'll swell to twice its size." She gestured to her clit.
"Yes! Yes! Show me!"
She removed the clitoral bauble only to suck that clit right up to gargantuan proportions with the pump. When she was satisfied she started a commentary, "It's engorged. It's sexy. It's practically a cock. Stick around and some day you'll get to suck my cock." It seemed weird how she referred to her clit as a cock, but in all honesty, it did look like a tiny penis.
