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Subject: {ASSM} The Come N Dump Inn 2
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 09:10:06 -0500
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The Come N Dump Inn 2 (BDSM) 
 
    The Main floor of the large building  is for your drinking and dancing 
and maybe some sexing.  Not the floor to  make your money.  The Upper Floor 
with a series of smaller room and one  large room is for your real sexing 
and is more private.  Also possesses a  couple of "glory hole" rooms.  Now the 
basement, rough like the rest of the  structure, stone foundation walls and 
rough beamed ceiling and  furnishings.  You can get a drink down there; but 
you can get some really  rough sex and it tends to have a BDSM type of 
clientele.  A fairly open  playroom with a series of open partitions to the main 
room to partake of a  variety of fetishes and rough play.
    The girls (and that includes older  women like me) and some special men 
work the upper floor and basement, for those  gourmets that want some spice 
in their life.  The owner and his security  crew keep the play to a safe 
level, with always a few accidents possible if they  don't keep up on what is 
going on and the limits of the players.  As I  mentioned the Inn/Club is 
quasi private and  you have to be a member to  enter.  You request what you 
would like to see or participate in and  management will see if they have the 
right girls or bois there to make it  happen. 
    That is where I and others come into  play.  Some bring their partners 
to use the facilities; but everything is  rented on an hourly basis.  The 
people and the equipment and space.  A  girl can work for herself and pay a 
percentage to management, or she can work  for management for an hourly fee.  
I prefer working for management.   They tend to be more protective of the 
girl and exert more control over the  customers. 
    That is why I am here tonight and  hopefully the rest of the weekend.  
A few thousand can be the take for a  weekend and this is a long holiday 
weekend.  Working the man in public in  the bar area; was to whet their 
appetite for the alluring and hot Raven.   It wasn't about the money, that 
hopefully will come later.
    Wending my way through the now fairly  crowded room and stopping to say 
hello to those I know and a hello to those that  look like I should know.  
Feeling the hands sliding against my ass and  thighs, shifting my body as 
the guys try to get a free feel between my legs and  letting them for a moment 
before I close the nookie jar with a smile and a  promise in my eyes.  
Wondering if this will be my floor to work this  weekend, picking up strays and 
doing them in the bar area or rest rooms or in  some janitor's closest or 
the parking lot.  The quickies have a certain  charm to them; but the money is 
in those that want it slower.
    Oh, yes you might call me a hooker or  whore or prostitute or slut.  
The words don't matter that much, just  that I make enough during the weekend 
that I can enjoy my easy weekday  job.  And no I don't do this every 
weekend; but quite a few.
    Stopping at the booth where I took in  my first twenty of the night and 
saying hello to the two "shy guys" who watched  as their friend nailed me 
from behind.  My smile infectious as I try to put  them at ease.  Their buddy 
must be wandering or jerking off in the rest  room.  Slipping into the 
booth and sitting close to one of the guys, my  hand sliding down to rest on his 
thigh, feeling him jump in surprise, as if he  was bit by a snake.  The 
rough material of his jeans soothing against my  hand as I move it up to cup 
between his legs.  Feeling the jockeys bunching  up his cock and balls.  My 
fingers rubbing harder against the material and  being rewarded with a grunt 
as his legs ease apart.  Talking across to the  other man as my fingers find 
the zipper tab and slip it down.  The soft  whisk of sound lost in the low 
roar of the bar sounds.  Fingers undoing his  belt and tab and then pushing 
down his waistband and feeling the nestled warmth  of his groin as I expose 
his warm cock.  The head swollen as my fingernails  scrap across the 
tumescent prick.  Seeing the look of surprise in the man I  am talking to as he 
realizes where and what my hand is doing to his  friend.  The heavy breathing of 
the man next to me, telling me that he is  enjoying the touch of my long 
slender fingers, as they wrap around his cock  shaft and slide the soft warm 
outer skin up and down his steely  core.   
    Looking around and seeing some men at  a table watching, not sure what 
they can see; but sure they know that my fingers  are working the man's 
cock.  Turning to the man who's cock is firmly held  by my warm, pressuring 
fingers.  Leaning in and brushing his lips gently,  as my tongue tip slides out 
and teases his mouth.  Then with my other hand,  undoing my best and 
exposing the large hard nipples and small  breasts jutting conically from my chest. 
    Looking across the table and then  leaning to drip a small amount of 
saliva onto the purple headed knob.   Working my fingers over the smooth 
spongy head and then using the saliva as  moisture as my fingers work up and down 
the veiny shaft.  Hearing the gasp  of the man beside me, as his hips push 
to my fingers, his body lifting to fuck  the cunt of my encircling digits.  
Humping my hand as I feel the skin  tightening more on his warm rod.
    "Are you close?"  My words soft  as I watch his response in the 
movement of his head bobbing almost  violently.  Lowering my head to the level of 
the table, my warm breath  washing over his swollen prick.  The scent of his 
musk strong as my lips  touch the gland, my tongue tip teasing the distended 
opening of his pee  slit.  Feeling his body jerking more in the booth, as 
my lips trap his cock  head.  His grunts and groans louder as one of his 
hands rest on my back,  holding me bent over as he lifts to hump my mouth now.  
Tongue flicks  across his precummy slit ending his attempt to hold back.  
His thick warm  sperm, erupting in thick strings of seed, filling my mouth as 
I hold onto his  cock.  My throat swallowing his thick cream, as my fingers 
milk the semen  up his cock.  Raising my head from under the table, as I 
lick the last of  liquid from my lower lip.  Smiling, as my fingers release the 
softening  prick.  "Thanks," as I slip from the booth, noting that many 
have seen  me.
    Some girls would charge the men and  work them for that quick hand job 
with a little head.  Me I feel it is a  form of advertisement.  And the 
regulars know that is how I  work.
    Finally getting the nod from the  bartender and climbing the wide 
wooden staircase to the second floor.   Letting my long tanned legs flash in 
controlled movement, as I know many below  are watching the movement of my ass 
in the short tight leather skirt.  Most  likely some of the watchers will be 
wanting to know me more intimately.   Slipping into one of the "Glory Hole" 
booths and slipping my abbreviated outfit  off and folding it over the back 
of the single chair in the four by four  booth.  The bare bulb of the 
overhead light, more then illuminating the  small area.  The six staggered holes 
in the walls, three on each  side,  convenient to accommodate any size man or 
his organs.  This  isn't what I was hoping for; but "glory holes can be 
money makers.  The men  hand me the token through the hole and I get them off.  
And often there are  tips that aren't split with management.
    Some nights it is non stop cocks in  the holes and others it is slow as 
hell.  I make up for it with slow  sensual blow jobs on the slow nights, 
almost guaranteeing me repeat customers  and often a little extra money for my 
effort.
    The first hand popping through the  hole with the token in palm.  
Taking it from the man and then waiting as he  replaces his hand with his cock.  
Shifting the chair as I sit naked, so  that I can easily lean forward, my 
hand palm up holding the semi hard pulsing  flesh, as my lips purse and blow 
across the engorging organ.  A small smile  as I watch it jerk as the warm 
breath washes across the surface.  Another  pump of blood filling and 
hardening the thickening length.  My fingers  curling around the girth and working 
the soft outer flesh, feeling it quickly  filling now and hardening under my 
touch.  My lips finding the mushroom  head, and tongue swiping across the 
thick gland, tasting the already leaking  precum.  Another swipe of my tongue 
as I hold the cock firmly in my long  slender fingers.  A shifting of the 
man's body as he presses it hard  against the wall board.  Thrusting another 
inch of man cock through the  circular hole.  My other hand reaching through 
the round hole and lifting  his ball sack to drape over the bottom of the 
hole.  My fingers massaging  and squeezing the meaty orbs.  Lips opening and 
swallowing the thick knob  of his cock.  Sealing on the veiny shaft as I bob 
my head on the upper part  of his shaft.  The soft knocking of his body on 
the wall as he begins to  fuck my mouth.  The shaft pushing across my tongue 
and the head almost  teasing the back of my throat.  My cheeks pulling in 
and out and suckling  the long thick "man teat" 
    Feeling my fat lips swelling between  my legs as I enjoy my first real 
taste of cock for the night.  The earlier  one a teaser, to entice, this one 
for my pleasure.  Eyes slitting as I feel  the thick knob swelling in my 
mouth.  My fingers working down the shaft,  rubbing my saliva on the warmth as 
the man continues to slowly fuck my  mouth.  His soft moans now turning to 
grunts, and his groin slaps against  the wall.  Feeling the balls lifting in 
his sack, just a moment before a  feel the shaft and head swell and the 
warm spray of his semen, filling my  mouth.  My lips sealing tight and holding 
the shaft just at the ridge of  his knobby gland.  The next eruption of cum 
coating the back of my mouth as  my tongue teases over the sensitive cum 
slit.  Another thick glob of his  cream filling my mouth as my cheeks suckle 
and draw his sweet venom deep into my  tummy.  Moaning on his cock as I feel 
the moisture leaking from my cunt  walls and wetting the opening to my 
tunnel.  My eyes closed savoring this  first true blow job of the night.  Fingers 
curling to squeeze his balls  gently and massage them as I work my hand up 
firmly draw more of his seed into  my mouth.  Tasting the thick paste as each 
string and droplet paints a  picture of his lust in my mouth.
    Panting loudly as I finally sit back,  after cleaning his still 
partially swollen cock head and giving it a brief kiss  on the tip.  Making sure 
that my first cock in the hole enjoyed thoroughly  my attention, and that he 
will spread the word hopefully.  Taking a deep  breath as he slips a ten 
through the opening, smiling as I tuck it into the  inner pocket of my vest.
    The night turning from an occasional  cock, till a steady line of men 
always one on either side of the booth.   Most wanting oral sex; but an 
occasional one wanting to fuck through the  hole.  The feel for me not as good 
physically as I would like; but the  mental thought of it adding to my 
arousal.  Managing to get in one really  good orgasm as a thick black cock filled 
my cunt with his nasty seed.  I  make money doing these men; but I also enjoy 
my work quite often.
    Looking at my pile of tokens and  thinking that with them and the tips 
and the hourly pay for "manning" one of the  booths will add up to quite a 
bit for the night, and it is still early, at least  for this place.  Working 
my lips, as I sip from a water bottle.  At  least the wall keeps from 
getting my hair pulled and skull fucked.   Freshening my  body parts with wipes as 
I see the light flash in the booth,  signaling that I am getting a break or 
a replacement.  Slipping my short  leather outfit on over my flushed and 
unfortunately a little sweaty  body.      
    "Good sucking, baby."  Slapping  Brianna's ass and giving her a quick 
kiss as she moves into the booth.   Smiling, as she tells me that this is not 
a break; but that Master Stephen would  like to see me.  Looking down into 
the main room as I walk down the stairs  to the offices.  Turning in my 
tokens and then turning to see Master  Stephen waiting for me.  It is just a 
name that he likes to use, he is  definitely not my master.  However, I have 
worn a collar for him at  times.  He pays me to wear it and pays me quite 
nicely.
    Looking at him, waiting for him to  speak and wondering what the Master 
of the Basement might have in mind for  me.  If you haven't figured it out 
yet, he is a practitioner of BDSM and  other assorted kinks.  He is aware 
that I am game for most of his needs, if  the price is right.
    "You look stunning my dear."  I  am sure he approves of the leather 
outfit, and what it shows and what it  hides.  Outfits with him are usually a 
temporary thing.  Just to set  the mood, before he gets down to his true 
nature.
    "Thank you, what might I do for you  tonight?"  Hoping that he actually 
does have some work for me.  He  pays quite well and is very good at what 
he does.  Feeling the fullness  between my legs as I wait in anticipation.  
As I said before, the money is  good; but I also enjoy my work.  Well that is 
doubly true of what Master  Stephen offers.
    Lots of the girl don't like to work  for him.  They may be whores or 
whatever title you want to give to them;  but they are also residents for the 
most part of this area.  His attention  does not helps a gals reputation.  I 
split my time living on the other end  of the county and out of state; so I 
don't have trouble with what he  offers.  Also I have no significant other 
that might balk at his needs in  the way of an assistant.
    "Well, my submissive is not up to  participating tonight in my show and 
I was wondering if you might take her  place?"  Looking at him, knowing 
that often he allows the audience to  actively participate and most likely that 
his sub has womanly  issues.
    Weighing my thoughts, as I look at  the not unhandsome man.  That is if 
you don't mind tattoos.  His head  totally bald, with a beard hanging down 
covering just his chin.  Ice cold  blue eyes.  His head sitting on a mass of 
shoulder muscles, causing him to  look like he has no neck.  And then his 
wide shoulders and massive arms,  tight abs and muscular thighs.  His leather 
pants tight to his body,  emphasizing an intersting bulge in his groin 
area.  His sleeveless black  leather shirt matching his pants.  The heavy boots, 
embedded with taps or  nails, not sure what; but he attracts attention when 
he walks, marches.   Tattoos covering the exposed skin of his arms and 
neck, but there are also many  more covered by his leather outfit.  He looks the 
part of a  harsh Dominant and truly is that.
    "It is the long weekend, and I was  hoping to make a killing.  Are you 
willing to ay the normal going rate that  we have used in the past and if I 
am not able to work after you are done, pay  for my time that I missed.  And 
of course for any medical bills  incurred?"  Seeing him hesitate.  "You 
know I am not out to fuck you  Stephen.  I will not take advantage of you 
unless I truly can not work when  you are finished with me.  You know me for 
that, and I could use the money  you offer."
    "Okay, it is a deal."  His thick  meaty hand swallowing up mine as I 
feel his strength in his grip.  Wincing  as I hear him laugh softly.  Then 
shaking my hand when he releases it,  flexing the almost crushed fingers.  
"Bastard,"   giggling. 
    "Nothing other then what we have done  in the past?"  My question 
hanging there.  Waiting for his  answer. 
    "Nothing new, and we will use the  same "safeword" and body signals."  
Not sure what he has in mind for the  night; but it is usually interesting 
and exciting and sometimes not very  pleasant. Looking up at a clock in the 
hallway.  "Midnight?"  My  question is the usual timing of his shows, that 
will last a number of  hours. 
    A nod of his head in assent.   Your clothing is suitable for the show.  
Be in the audience and we will go  from there."
    I still have almost an hour to go as  I walk out to the bar area.  
Again touring the room, spreading my good will  and my legs, to let the guys get 
a little feel and frisky as I work my way  around the room.  The clients on 
this floor are looking for something  different then the ones that will be 
in the basement floor.  Master Stephen  does not work cheap for his shows 
and the entrance fee as always has add ons  depending on what the client is 
seeking.
    
    
 
    
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