The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy
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				Title: <strong>The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 13:30:14</strong>
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				Roberto Speranza entered the room dragging the gorgeous Hitomi. He was so lucky, since all his rich clients were amazingly gorgeous - this would make his job even more pleasant. Oriental girls always have secrets and only slowly disclose what they want indeed. So misterious they are! Tha was very exciting, since European clients used to behave in such a bureacratic way. Anyway, he was being paid to serve her and fulfill her desires.<br><br>In the room, there was a round bed which would swing when both corps began to move over it. Roberto had never made sex in such a kind of bed and it seemed to be interesting, since it would require some balance. "Are you good at balance? Did you learn judo when younger? We may need that today", Roberto whispered biting her earlobes while still holding her waist.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.foundshit.com/images/circle-bed-swing.jpg)</div><br>After entering the room, Roberto released her waist and went to the varanda, where he was surprised to see an open air jacuzzi. This kind of jacuzzi he had already used before many times, specially in Thailand. He thougth that Hitomi Koy, had she never used one before, would love this experience.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.vacationrentalpeople.com/Images/Prop/6457/1-2008127163256.jpg)<br></div><br>The sun was coming down and the last beams were filling the room with a pleasant changing color, anticipating the penumbra and darkness to come. he thought it could be a good idea to have canfle lights, but he waited to see what Hitomi was planning to do. By that time, one of the low-profile employees in the Place, an old Spanish lady, entered the room bringing Hitomi's luggage. For a second, Roberto wondered what she could have brought with her - there were four large, pink pieces of&nbsp; luggage. Was she bringing only clothes? Or would she need anything else? She mentioned fashion. Maybe she was fond of dressing differently. If she forgot something, and would something else, they could ask Melanie, the sensual French hostess, to bring from Tintillations (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=34110.0 (ftp://http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=34110.0)). Roberto was sure Sasha would immediately dispatch whatever they needed to Ibiza.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.new-age.co.uk/images/ibiza/benirras-sundown.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 21:47:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1899286#msg1899286">Quote from: TheLegionary on 21-05-2009, 13:30:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roberto nodded as Hitomi was saying what she wanted. He would go for that as he would go for anything else that Japanese might want. He carefully listened to every single word the rich Japanese girl was saying.<br><br>"I can do everything you want, Ms Hitomi!", he replied with a large smile on his face. The smile turned into admiration when she stood up and showed herself to him in a way trying to be as sexy as she could. Indeed, no great efforts were necessary. For him, those oriental girls are so naturally seductive that he nearly melted down as she closed him.<br><br>"Absolutely! I love what I see." Hitomi was very fit and her belly was flat. Her hips, partially revealed, were the perfect size. She should be working out hard - Japanese girls not always have curvacious body as hers. Roberto could not resist and over her sundress, he grabbed softly her butts with the same right hand which explored her body before, placing some fingers a bit deeper in the cleaveage. He knew she wanted something like that.<br><br>"I think it is time to go to a room. Let's take the first one, it has a nice view. Servants will provide anything we need there". Without waiting any reaction, Roberto pulled her with him to room # 1. <br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37417.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37417.0)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>She smiled and fiddled with his shirt collar. "I will follow you, ハンサム" She smiled, she had called him handsome, but she loved the way the world sounded in Japanese vs. English. Looking back she watched the reception room with a grin...this place was great...friendly...She wondered if the staff ever had time to fullfill eachothers dreams....what would it be like to fullfill someone else's dream....hmmmm....<br><br><br>.....In their room...<br><br>In their room Hitomi was calm and collected. "Tai Chi, but it should still work out, ハンサム." She called him handsome again smiling. The extra luggage had part of her fantasy with her. And the tall cases insured nothing wrinkled and ruined the fun little clothing. She set them up against the wall and pulled out special candles she had brought, they smelled of cherry blossoms and bamboo mountains. Scents that she adored most, she would only accept the ones she was comfortable with, and the brand she loved. With the dying sun they would look so beautiful against their room, but the candles would give them just a bit more light. She searched around the luggage, she lifted them up onto their end and opened them like a closet door. Behind some regular day to day clothing was and jar and a set of brushes. <br>She set the jar between the candles and lit them with her lighter front he same place. The jar contained an special black liquid. Liquid latex, she had mentioned that she would adore the opportunity to paint her culture's beautiful symbols down his chest, especially the one she kept on using on him....handsome...ハンサム...<br><br>She left the other luggages closed. She wanted to see his reaction first to the latex as she started. <br>Following him out onto the veranda, she smiled and gentally let her hands massage his shoulder muscles as she planted a kiss behind his ear. "Hmm...would you like to relax first, or see&nbsp; what I can paint onto your gorgeous body, ハンサム, handsome?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 22:31:58</strong>
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				Roberto noticed Hitomi was getting relaxed and more confident. This was good, since the happier the client, the higher the tips will be. Her touch on his back came together with a very pleasant scent he had never smelled before. "Of course you can do whatever you want to me, Hitomi", he said referring to the idea of painting his body. He lowered his head enjoying the massage she was applying delicately on his shoulders - even on the suit, her touch could be felt as extremely relaxing.<br><br>"But first tell me: which scent is this? I never smelled such a good thing", Roberto asked turning his head back to look at her dark eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 23:02:45</strong>
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				She smiled, "Cherry mountains, and bamboo, ハンサム." She toyed with his collar for a moment longer then slowly started to pull his jacket off. "Well, if I can do whatever I want, why don't you follow me back into the room, I can undress you, while you ask any more questions you may have." She took his hand and led the way back into the room. She brought him to the center beside the bed and finished the jacket hanging it over one of the chairs in the room. Coming back there was excitement in her eyes, the same excitement she often had in business when she had the feeling something was about to be hers. Chocolate eyes lite up and she started to unbutton his shirt. She would not let him assist. Hitomi loved undressing a man, revealing inch by inch of flesh and muscle, of warm steel. Slowly she undressed layer by layer and when his shirt was off she started laying soft kisses over his shoulders, down the column of his throat, and down to his belly. Rising back she left him in his under pants. She wanted to tease him, leaning into him, she gentally ran her fingers over the crotch of his under pants. "If you are mine, then I plan to watch you squirm under my fingers....ask for me to touch your warm steel...and moan under my soft brush..." She nibbled his earlobe once more as her hand slide between fabric and skin to gentally stroke him with her pale hand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 23:42:19</strong>
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				"These scents are typically oriental, this is why I did not recognise them. More than oriental, they are Japanese! Specially the cherry mountains, I suppose", Roberto said while paid attention to the way she was toying with his collar and undressing him.<br><br>He followed Hitomi to the room and saw how excited the Japanese girl was, as she continued to undress him. His breath speeded a bit. Take it easy Roberto, this is just the foreplay, he thought. However, that girl was so different that he was turning on. His body had a pleasant reaction as she touched his 6 pack abs after unbotonning his shirt. He wanted to serve Hitomi, but she did not seem interested, at least in the occasion.<br><br>Roberto ended up in his undertrousers. Her fingers touched his crotch, he shivered again..."Dont do this to me...I can claim what you are offering", Roberto jokingly said. He was not moving as Hitomi seemed to dance carefully from one side to the other as a ballerina with swift, douce moves. And he shivered again when he bit his earlobe...by that time, his both hands were beginning to grab her waist and pull her closer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 00:12:11</strong>
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				"Not just yet, ハンサム." She moved his hands from her. She kissed of his digits. "My choice right? Sorry ハンサム, you don't lead this dance. But, I'll let you twirl me a little soon." She kissed his temples, standing on the tips of her toes to reach. <br>"I get to do as I wish? I wish to tease you a little." She kissed his earlobe, then slowly worked her way down his shoulders. She let herself travel down his chest and kissed the hem of his under pants smiling. She wasn't going to yet enjoy him so, but in the future...mmm...<br><br>She helped him slip his under pants off and then kissed back up his chest. "Relax over on the bed, ハンサム. I'm going to slip into something a bit more appropiate, and then come show you some of my favorite words." She kissed his lobe then nibbled softly. She left him for one of her suitcases and dragged in to the bathroom.<br><br>(http://3wishes.com/images/pinkgeisha-r.jpg)<br><br>Hitomi came out her hair pinned up with two gold orchid combs, they matched the gold stilettos on her feet. She didn't need stockings, her legs were slim and as the rest of her a delicate pale. A white lacy petticoat lifted the silk of an pink&nbsp; and gold short skirt. It brushed just below her excited sex. Long wide sleeves made her hands seem twice as delicate, and the embroidery on her top, and the small opening to highlight her cleavage only made her look larger. The waist was tight against her small waist and looked amazing with it's gold embroidery. She hadn't added any make up, but she smelled of orchids and cherry blossoms now. She went to where she had placed the candles, and retrieved two of her brushes and her liquid latex. Opening the lid she&nbsp; presented it for his approval. "I told you I wanted to paint you, ハンサム. This is liquid latex. I paint it on you, and with a soft blow it will turn to delicious latex on your body. We will let what will happen later, and a little shower remove it. But for now, I want to paint you. Balance yourself on the edge of the bed, and I will show you what I think of you." Her voice was softer, and her lashes lowered, she had that softness in her eyes that came from an excited woman. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 01:41:40</strong>
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				Roberto was enjoying the girl a lot. He had to do no work at all that night, it was wonderful, he thought so. Her touch on his body was exciting him more and more, he knew that kind of girls who always want to tease men and drive them crazy, so that he will do anything she wants.<br><br>"Take your time, Hitomi", Roberto said as he laid on the different bed. It would be funny to have some fun in that "hanging" bed. He closed his eyes for some minutes, thinking how he could please the Japanese girl later. Maybe licking her entire body? Fucking her slowly for hours, controlling her pleasure? Many ideas came to his mind. Roberto was very relaxed as he heard the stilletos raised clinging on the ground - he raised an eyebrow and saw Hitomi entering the room from the restroom. What had happened to that girl? She was completely transformed into a heavenly creature. <br><br>Roberto moved his right hand to his mouth and, while raising his trunk from the bed, made a typically Italian sign, reproducing a kiss with this fingers and making a smacking noise with his lips and tongue. "Piú bella, ragazza!", he forgot she might not understand Italian for a second. "Sorry, I mean, very beautiful, girl! And this means I want to be painted by your skilled, soft hands", he added moving to the position she had previously indicated. "Do you want me to lay, seat or stand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 02:24:26</strong>
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				She smiled at him, "You should lay, ハンサム, handsome. I want you beneath my fingers." She waited till he was laying down then she ran her fingers down his body smiling. He was so handsome. He was her paper, she stood over him at the edge of the bed and planted a little kiss at his left temple. <br><br>Smiling she ran her fingers across his shoulders, down the middle of his chest to his belly. There she st and kissed his belly button. She continued down his legs and kissed each of his toes on both feet. <br><br>Rising back up she took her brush and dipped it into the jar. The tan soft bristles became a thick black and she smiled. "I will paint my name for you first. Hopefully after this you will hear this word and think of me. Me like this." She smiled and painted 4 characters across his shoulders. <em>ハ - ン -サ - ム </em> "ハンサム , Handsome." She mummered to him. Then she kissed down his arm while she dipped her brush to her jar again. Before removing the brush she placed it at his belly button. "Be a dear and lets see if you can keep my precious paint there." She had a teasing smile, and she kissed his temple again before she painted his next character on the top of his hand. "魅力." She didn't tell him what this next word was but she smiled all the same as she finished. Down vertically from just under his nipples to his belly button she had to move her jar to paint the next characters..."イタリア語, Italian...I think you might enjoy this word the most." She smiled. Then moving back to his chest over his heart she painted an orchid with delicate petals. "My culture adores it's orchids, but we adopted a most beautiful phrase of yours...'Fiori D'Amore', Flower of Love. I wish I had thought to bring more colorful paints...I could have painted it's gorgeous colors." She kissed the area around&nbsp; the orchid she painted on him. "For now my ハンサム&nbsp; イタリア語, my handsome Italian, I have one last character to paint on you. You are charming, handsome, Italian, but over all you are luxury, 贅沢." She painted this final one on both his feet. "Maybe my paints will be a blessing for you, perhaps from here forward you will forever walk in luxury, ハンサム."<br><br>She was pleased when she saw how he was painted. "Now for my favorite part." The Latex would have still been a bit cold, but she motioned for him to scoot just slightly up on the bed.&nbsp; Balance was key as she came onto bed for a moment flashing an clean shaven pale womanhood glittering with from being aroused. She straddled his hips and leaning forward took his hand and gentally blew&nbsp; her soft mint breath against the latex. It became warm and sticky and began clinging to his skin. Easily washable he wouldn't have to worry about it staining his skin or pulling out any hair where she had placed it, it did not constrain, just kissed him the way she had earlier. Then she moved to the paint across his shoulders and gentally blew. She smiled, going perfect thus far. Turning to the orchid flower she had painted on him she gentally let it kiss his skin, then she went to the Italian down his torso. She kissed around each character before she gentally blew. Finally she balanced delicately, the bed rocking gentally and turned. Her bottom lifted up and its roundness wiggled alluringly as blew gentally on the tops of his feet drying the charm symbols.<br><br>She turned once more and smiled. "I never would have thought I would ask for this, but it would be so very nice....I'm going to go sit in that chair that I placed your jacket, but I want you to rise after me ハンサム, and give me a little lap dance. Lets see why men find it so alluring." She kissed his lobe, gentally nibbled before she stood and before she sat in the chair, she fixed the clock beside the bed to a radio station, it did not take her long to find something though the song was unknown to her it was upbeat yet sexy, this should work. Smiling she sat down and relaxed folding her hands demurely in her lap, but her look was anything but demure it was completely seductive wanting this man badly but taking her time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 23:16:41</strong>
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				Hitomi felt his 8 pack abs trembling as her soft hands passed on it. Roberto smiled, trying to hide the feelings he was having. Ant that was just the begining - he was going to lick him as a cat does. Every soft touch of his lips in his body caused him to shivered. Shortly after, his penis was getting bigger.<br><br>Hitomi began his misterious game. He had no idea what she was planning and he found that amusing, exciting. Each soft touch of the brush made him shiver again and again. She seemed to enjoy this reaction of his. Similar reactions took Roberto over when Hitomi began to dry the painting. This was going to be so good, he thought.<br><br>As she finished, the pink geisha asked what she wanted: "A lap dance?", Roberto exclaimed with relief. "This is my speciality. Has anyone told you about that?", he asked while she was tunning the radio in an appropriate station.<br><br>Nearly naked, just dressed in the undertrousers, Roberto jump out of the and stood up. His herculean body was impressive. Muscles were where they should be, mixed with the painting. He was careful not to spoil the painting since&nbsp; bulgeoning could destroy it. As Hitomi sat on the chair, he bagan to walk. "So, tell me the rules. Can I touch you or not?", he smiled standing up with his hands in his waist, legs open, in front of her. A Greek statue, Hitomi could think.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 23:21:28</strong>
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				Hitomi tapped her bottom lips with the end of her index finger. She smiled from ear to ear, she wad enjoying herself. "You may, ハンサム, for now." She smiled at him. "Unfortuently I didn't bring any singles for you...but I will return the favor later, promise."<br><br>She smiled, he did look like a greek god. Better....gods couldn't do that to her heart. Nor could they make her melt as seh was. She burned for him right now. But, she was going to restrain herself, he was her toy. And she liked to play. Especially with one so handsome, ハンサム. No one had told her that this stunning man was the expert of lap dances, but she was happy for it. She liked surpises, just like she liked her designs on his body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 00:45:50</strong>
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				The shy Japanese - correction: she was no shy at all and knew very well what she wanted - had to like his performance. Hitomi looked like very rich and Roberto wanted to dig her pockets deeply.<br><br>The Italian stallion listened to her answer, blinked at her and stepped a bit away from the fragile-looking pink geisha. He turned his back to her and slowly, he body began to dance according to the rythm of the radio music. Slowly and sensously. Almost naked, he began to approach Hitomi while he flexed his left arm, carefully so that the painting is not spoiled. His biceps bulge, his arm's size nearly double. Suddenly, as the rythm changes, he turns to her and stands up in fron of her, just few inches from her chair. Roberto raises his both arms above his head and his hands lock each other, he stretches his arms and again, his muscles become proeminent. The strong man closes his eyes and continues dancing in front of Hitomi, moving his waist, as if imitating a thrust into a female. By that time, his shaft was getting harder and bigger.<br><br>He steps ahead a bit more. Accidentaly, his knees touch her legs, causing Roberto to step back. He didnt want to touch her at all. He wanted Hitomi to look for him, to go after him. Roberto's breath began to speed as he was dreaming with his closed eyes - he was having naughty thoughts about how he would fuck that Japanese girl. He stops momentarily and, still with his hands locked above his head, he begins to mvoe his abs muscle which looked like a wahsboard. How many women licked his abs? He used to count them in the beginning but later, he gave up - all he knew was that every single woman he fucked had worshipped his belly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 02:12:07</strong>
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				She worshiped his hands, his face. Her gaze followed his locked hands down his arms across his shoulders where she had painted up the column of his throat up to his handsome face. "You may come closer, I do not bite that hard do I, ハンサム. Come closer, touch me where you want me." She called to him smiling. She wiggled her finger and grinned a little wider. She had lost much of her shyness. That's what costumes did for her. When she as dressed so different she couldn't help it. Geisha's weren't typically confident and aggressive with what they wanted, or at least they hid it, making the man think it was his idea. Well she changed that, she took off the mask and did what the geisha's of old always wanted to do. Tell their clients what they wanted, well she might be a geisha almost but she was the client and telling what she wanted. Later, other costumes...other costumes she could be meek and gentle...not now. "Show me where you want me, just don't touch my flower just yet." She told him again. She leaned forward, reached out and took hold of his ass, her face even with the hem of his underpants. He was an alluring dancer, she was completely and utterly turned on, but to her this was going slow and nice. As she wanted it first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 03:51:42</strong>
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				Roberto was decided not to give her what she wanted so easily. He would tease her, drive her nuts. This was his speciality.<br><br>The handsome man opened his strong legs wide and walked towards her, straddling over the Japanese sitting on the chair. Without touching her, Roberto continued to dance, repeating the thrusts as if he were fucking a girl. He had noticed that the pink geisha was somehow different - he thought she would be passive, but she was making requests, demanding actions. Roberto would not easily do what she wanted - she would need to beg for his body. Most girls do that and Hitomi had to do the same.<br><br>It was then when the girl grabbed his butts. Roberto moaned. She was surrendering to his body. Where I want her? He was not sure what she meant. He would fuck Hitomi sitting on the chair but she asked to save her flower. So many rules the Japanese have! Roberto blinked at her while he flipped part of his abs to show her what he wanted. His tongue goes out of his mouth and it touches her chin, going down to her throat. That erogenous area was very good to excite girls, Roberto knew it.&nbsp; By now, his hips were beginning to touch her legs as his chest was down together with his trunk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 04:12:20</strong>
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				Roberto was driving her crazy. But, this was a battle of wills. She was not willing to give in just yet. She was in her power mode. She planned to be in pour. "Very nice, ハンサム." Her fingers left his butt and moved up towards his back. She released him and leaned back to enjoy his touch. "Mmmm...very nice." She was excited, she could feel it, but she was going to have him raging crazy first. "Girls throw themselves on you don' they? They beg you to fuck them? Over and over? Beg to be flipped, thrusted, and more?" Her fingers traced around the orchid as she enjoyed his touch. "They purr at the very sight of&nbsp; you? You say a word and they are about to orgasm?" She ran&nbsp; her fingers in his hair. "Have you ever begged for thier bodies? Beg a girl to ride you till you can't move no&nbsp; more? Begged her to touch your cock?" She figured his ears. Her breasts ached she wanted him to break open her top and squeeze her breasts. But she played against men of power each day, letting them percieve they were always on top. It was her turn for a change.<br><br>"Your touch is amazing. Do you like how I taste?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 17:48:26</strong>
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				Hitomi had realized Roberto was always on the top when things were in his room. All rich, spoiled girls beg for his body, she was right. He was not very used to submitting to exotic requests, althout he was quite open-minded. Cinically, the Italian stallion smiled: "Not always, but most of times. Why do you ask that? Arent you interested in the merchandise you are examining?" <br><br>Roberto continued to dance with his eyes closed while Hitomi was touching his body in several parts, not necessarily to tease him. Had Hitomi looked down in his groin, she would have noticed his shaft nearly going out of his undertrousers. As Hitomi spoke softly on his ears, Roberto shivered. She was trying to break him down, to have him begging for her delicated, voluptious body. He was almost reading her mind.<br><br>The large man then stopped and sat on her legs, which were one next to the other. With his eyes open, his blue eyes locked her dark ones, as if trying to penetrate her thoughts. Right after, he looked down to the geisha dress, figuring out how he could undress her. The top seemed to be the first easy option and he placed his left hand behind her, looking for the tie and dismantling the knot. After that, hte pink top fell onto his undertrousers and her breasts, not so big but in a good size that would fit his hands, were standing - they were soft and delicate, and they did not fall - they were standing almost in the same position as with the top. This girl was definitively worried about her body, Roberto thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 18:47:57</strong>
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				She smiled, she may not have the largest, and if you asked her the most beautiful breasts, but she was more then proud of her breasts. "I am very interested, but I guess I like to hear how others worship what I am about to have." She leaned forward her breast touching his chest and she nibbled his neck softly. She kissed her way up to his ear and lightly pulled. "I like to know what you want to do to me...what you want me to do to you...I want to know how much you like the idea of this little self pinning you down&nbsp; beneath me while I kiss each inch of your flesh, feel you squirm beneath me. I want to know know how much you like it when I kiss down the column of your throat, past your chest, towards your manhood....Do you like my breasts?" She wanted to be talked dirty to. Again she wanted to drive him so crazy that he managed to beg for her before she begged for him to take her. He was overwhelming her, he smelled so good, his warmth touched her, she could feel him all over. But She refused, she hid her intense pleasure behind teasing eyes. Her fingers wondered down to his manhood and gentally stroked him, outlined the presence of his manhood beneath the undertrousers. "Mmmmm...you feel very nice and big."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 21:30:36</strong>
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				"You definitively have beautiful breasts. Not like a cow, as many vulgar women like. I hate those girls who lost the sense of ridiculous and add silicone to their breasts to make them huge. It is so unnatural for me. I like nature the way it is. And yours are delicate, feminine, round", he said lowering his head as if to touch her right nipple. His strong hands landed on her waist. He wanted to touch her butts, but they were out of reach at least for the time being. Her geisha dress was making his approaches very complicated - the dress was so heavy and full of cloths that Roberto could hardly feel her skin.<br><br>Still seating on her legs, following her next request, Roberto began to talk about himself - he didnt like that very much, but Hitomi had asked. "Well, girls normally worship my washboard abs", he paused to look at the 8 pack abs and smiled: "I dont understand why they like it. Do you?", Roberto was being difficult for this client. "They also like my more proeminet muscles, like my arms. I dont feel a lot of pleasure there, but they like licking them. Also, they love caressing mu butts when holding me. And of course, they lick my balls and dick in every way you can imagine: from up, from down, just the tip, just the shaft itself, using their breasts. Some girls love when I cum on her breasts", Roberto finished laughing as his eyes were no longer looking at hers, but at her breasts. At the same time, he felt her stroke in his penis. His eyes turned to hers - she might not have liked that Roberto was glaring at her breats - at least, not for now.<br><br>Roberto was paying attention to the way that Hitomi was revealing herself. His Armani's fragrance was meant to please and seduce more acurate noses - he noticed Hitomi had perceived it as she smelled his&nbsp; throat some times enthusiastically. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 22:24:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm...I guess your abs and arms are very alluring for the average girl." She was lying, her eyes said so, she thought he had sexy abs, but she didn't want to admit it just yet. "What is much more worth the praise is your enchanting fragrance, and the rumble of your voice." She kissed his throat and gentally began to rise. "Lets go over to the bed, ハンサム." She kissed his nose as she rose. "Lay down, ハンサム, and I will show you were those simple women should be touching you."<br><br>Hitomi kissed his forhead first. "If you didn't have such and alluring mind, physical treats wouldn't even matter. One must have mind behind matter, even matter as nice as yours." She leaned down and kissed both of his ears, then began nibbling on the tips. "And out of respect they should kiss your ears, for having to listen to their silly little selves." She took his hands and pinned them above his head with her own hands. Clearly he had the strength to bring them back down, but the point was for her to take the lead. "They should kiss your throat, were your musical rumble comes from." Her breasts were rubbing against his chest and her hips sat just above his hips. She had no weight where she could crush him, but she was keeping his hands above his head to explore. "You should worship their breast and bellys. You seem to like breasts so much, then you should be kissing, sucking, licking their breasts." She went down to where his nipples were and rolled her tongue around his nipple. She showed him what she meant. She licked and suckled his nipple, kissed across his chest, the whole time the bed gentally swaying till it got use to their weight on the middle of the bed. "Better?"<br><br>She rose up enough that he could possible reach her breasts with his mouth, his hands were still under hers above his head. "Want to show me what you learned?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 15:35:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto smiled accepting her lead and stood up, allowing her to walk and lay in the bed. He followed her and laid on the bed, always watching her breasts swinging and her hips swaying. Those moves were making him more and more excited. "I knew there were other unexplored parts of my body. Those girls were somehow stupid", he said laughing.<br><br>Then, the Italian found the kiss in his forehead a bit strange. None of the girls liked to do that. Normally, the girls thought they were on the top, even if they were submissive - after all, the girls were paying and they could not hide Roberto was mostly seen as a good piece of meat. Following that, Hitomi kissed his ears...uhm, that was good... suddenly, Hitomi played a bit more aggressive, pinning his arms above his head. The way she did it made Roberto think she might know something else than Tai Chi - he was confident he could overpower her, but her eyes were so strikingly powerful he lost his will, as if his power had been drained. Shortly after, her nipples touched his chest and this made his penis grew faster - even wearing his undertrousers, Hitomi might have felt it bulgeoning as it touched her groin. Her hips were sitting on his hips while she continued to say words in a dominant way. He understood what she was willing. As long as this oriental girl did not go as far as some Thai girls &nbsp;(http://sexyagents.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-woman-can-do.html) usually liked to do with those games,&nbsp; it was fine for him. Hitomi could use his body as a toy.<br><br>Indeed, things were getting better and better as she began to kiss his chest. His shaft could be felt by Hitomi under her torned hips. Then, Hitomi ccame out with her proposal - Roberto should show what he learned.<br><br>Without saying a word, Roberto raised his head and his tongue came out of his mouth moving towards her left nipple - right nipples were the preferred by most men, so chosing the left was a way to explore the unknown or less explored in a girl's body. His tongue touched the tip of her left nipple and began to do circle moves. He wanted to see Hitomi shivering and moaning - that would not be difficult as long as she could stay within his tongue's reach for some seconds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 21:57:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fire consumed her veins, controlling from her toes to the top of her head. Hitomi could no longer resist she moaned softly her hips wiggling back against his enlarging bulge. She ran her fingers through his hair smiling. It was amazing, feeling his tounge. she was starting to become soaked with her own excitement. A few minutes with him pleasuring her nipples and Hitomi was shivering from head to toe. She pulled away her breathing heavier now from his actions. "Very good." She pulled away from him and now gentally kissed his forhead again. "Mmm...but we know how well you can please a girl, you are worth every penny." She nuzzled his neck softly kissing, embracing his scent, one she didn't want to forget easily.<br><br>The bed swayed slightly as she moved down. Hitomi removed his under pants freeing his manhood. She planed to worship his manhood till he shivered and began to beg her to let him take her. She did plan to let him, but she wanted him on the edge, then his manhood could feed into the warm fire that consumed her.<br><br>She moved her head down to his manhood and gentally traced with the tips of her fingers along him. She traced each curve and vein, admiring him with a smile. Then the tip of her tongue followed the same path. Slow and deliberate, as if her fingers and tongue was now the brush and this was the are she wanted to paint now. She traced him and moaned softly against his warm steel. His smell and taste were electrifying. Finally her lips kissed all over his manhood, across and around his hips, she kissed his jewels, before she surrounded him with her lips taking the tip of his manhood between her lips. His hands were now released to use or postion as he wished. And the way her eyes looked up at him let him know silently that she was enjoying this more then he could. <br><br>She moaned against him, her bottom wiggling high up in the air as she sucked him, and her distinctive scent stronger now because she aroused like she was. And her chocolate eyes now a shade darker because of how aroused she was. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>25-05-2009, 17:01:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto moaned loudly following every touch of Hitomi. She was holding his arms above his head to tease his, to break his will. He knew that kind of dangerous woman. At the same time, Hitomi could not hide she was enjoying "torture" - Roberto felt some hot liquid pouring on his upper hips. That was the sign.<br><br>The Japanese girl surprised Roberto as she managed to remove his undertrousers effortlessly. She had her secrets, not just Tai Chi. His eyes exmined him and approved him...good merchandise worth every penny - that was so good for Roberto's ego. The Italian noticed Hotomi wanted him to approach the edge of the bed and he followed her request - something good was coming...<br><br>Hitomi's head looked at his manhood and the girl began to play with it. First, her fingers. Then, her tongue. Finally, she was "swallowing" his shaft, which was not yet at his full size. "Oh...", Roberto began to moan, louder and louder. "Dont stop, my geisha!", he said enjoying the idea she was the whore, not him.<br><br>Suddenly, Roberto noticed his hands were free and he moved them to Hitomi's hair, neck, a bit above her breasts. Hips were standing on his, so he could not reach her breasts, otherwise he would have carressed them. No need to hurry, since they will have lots of time.<br><br>Hitomi continued to suck his shaft...how good that was...it was good to be served! Roberto then shivered for the first time and Hitomi felt his shaft buldgeoning in a different way...he was about to cum, but he began to hold it.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 00:05:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				One of them would have to break...one of them would give in and beg to fuck. Hitomi just smiled from around his cock, and continued descending slowly on him. She took advantage of his warm flesh, but she knew that he was beginning to fill the intense joy that led to orgasm. Her hands gentally massaged and tickled his jewels, while she lavished specific attention on his manhood. She stroked him, stroked the base as she would slowly descend and raise. She moaned around him, she was hungry, wanted him, craved him. But he would never know. <br><br>She continued to lick and enjoy him almost as if he was a piece of candy. Even if she had been a whore, she was then a whore who was enjoying herself. She made him feel as close to a king beneath her, but yet at the same time she would have not let him cum in her mouth. The point was for him to beg to be inside another area, not her mouth. <br><br>Her tongue twisted around and around the head of his cock and she gentally took hold of his hips and pulled him into her with a small giggle around him. She was now down to the base of his manhood when she took his hips, and&nbsp; she was enjoying every second of it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 20:47:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto's eyes rolled as she toyed with his jewels. Probably, there would not be time for fucking, that young client wanted to show he was not strong enough, she could make him cum whenever she wanted. He knew that girl of girl. The more she sucked her dick, looking at his face with some sarcasm in the eyes, the weaker the Italian felt. That torture lasted 5, 6, 7 minutes, he tapped on the bed desperate. He was about to cum inside her mouth - his body shivered again and he moaned. Roberto gasped for air as if gaining forces before climaxing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 20:52:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him. Hitomi's mouth left his cock to gentally suckle his jewels and kiss his hips. "ハンサム, beg to fuck me, and I'll let you. Beg like the handsome man you are, and Ill let you plow yourself like the strong bull that you are within me." Hitomi kissed licked the head of his cock around and around again like he was a popsicle. "Beg to fuck me, ハンサム." She smiled at him, feeling so much power, that she wanted to exert. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 20:57:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto's eyes were nearly watering... the pleasure was insurmountable. Eyes rolling. If she wanted to contol his pleasure, she was playing and he could not spoil her fun. But that was harming, both psycologically and phisically. His penis was bulgeoning all the time - Hitomi's tongue and mouth could feel the sperm trying to go out... possibly, an accident would cause him to cum in her face or mouth. It was necessary to be very carefull.<br><br>"Never...this man never begs for anything! My clients do!", he continued to tap on the bad, his moves each time more frantically.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:16:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi only laughed. "Oh really? So then your not anxious to feel the warm deapths under this skirt? You don't want me to softly whisper your name as you drive my mind crazy within only a few seconds?" Hitomi moaned gentally around the tip of his manhood, as her hands massaged his jewels again. "Roberto, I will not be pleased if your cum covers me this way." She smiled and licked sowly up the base of his manhood. "Don't you want to be driving me crazy then spewing all of your strength inside a sweet warm tightness?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:22:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto did not answer as he was gasping air - while she was speking, she decreased the "pressure" over his shaft. He breathed deep, trying to recove strenght. <br><br>With his eyes watering, he tapped again the bed. "Please stop this! I cant stand any longer! Let's have some fun together!", he said in Italian without noticing. The desperate, begging tone in his voice made it clear what he meant for the sadistic Hitomi.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:30:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi smiled her hands did not leave him, gentally stroking his manhood as she came up and kissed the column of his throat. "ハンサム, oh my handsome Italian." She sighed gentally across his Adam's apple, and then kissed up till she reached his chin. She took his hands and led them to her bare bottom under her skirt, then her hands went back to gentally stroking him. "ハンサム..." She gentally whipsered against his ear. "Touch me all over, ハンサム, feel how much I want you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 21:36:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto was not thinking very well, as Hitomi's performance had driven him almost out of work. His breath was calming down - her other kisses were nothing compared to what she had made to his shaft and for this reason, they did not make "things" worse. He felt Hitomi's weight over his belly and chest as she kissed his body - she was really good at that. His penis ended up between her inner hips.<br><br>The man was still recovering when Hitomi took his hand to her groin. Roberto's fingers examined her groin, which seemed to be completely shaved - it was very good to sleep with clean girls, he thought! They are more pleasant to lick. His fingers finally touched the outer part of her vagina and Roberto felt the warm liquid pouring down from it. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 22:26:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi kissed his ear, gentally pulling at his lobe while he touched her. His touch sent fire even more fiercely through her. Smiling Hitomi scooted her skirt a little further up her hips, giving him more freedom to explore her. She was ready ti give him as much delight as possible if he only would ask for it the way she wanted. "Imagine this warmth around your manhood, softly as I ride you, I kiss your neck, and purr with want." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 22:29:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto was not used to asking for her clients what to do. He was used to find out what they wanted and then perform it the best he could. On the other hand, Hitomi was placing his challenges. Why was she teasing him and not being direct? Japanese mentality?<br><br>Anyway, his hands grabbed her waist and he pulled her closer to him. His lips met hers. He was not willing to speak anything. He was a released lion. He noticed her groin was freer and his dick approached her vagina from behind, swinging under her butts.<br><br>"What do you want from me, Hitomi?", he whispered in her ears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 05:31:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lifted up and gentally ran her hands through his hair. "I want to dominate. I want to see you trembling beneath me till you beg to be so deep within me that we have purpose to joke afterwards that you nearly could have squirted out my mouth you were in so deep. I want to compleatly and untterly enjoy you. I want this to be something no other woman has ever given you. A chance toenjoy being the one relaxing and taking in all the pleasure, the one who caves in, the one who is spoiled with lust and wonderfully out of control." She answered him then leaned down on his ear and nibbled. "Can you relax, and let me lead this dance, ハンサム?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 15:09:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto was now understanding Hitomi. However, her wasy of dominating was a bit strange. Long speeches and kind requests. A kind domme? Quite unusual, but he was not used to be dominated, he was used to be the stallion on the top of the girls. Hitomi continued to speak and play with his hair, his body, her naughty smiles and faces. it was going to be different, such a fragile looking Japanese to rule him. She didnt look like a domme, specially dressed like a serving pink geisha. He smiled mentally - he thought he was an experienced lover but that was quite different from anything else.<br><br>The Italian rolled from above her to next to her, his naked body touching hers slowly to tease her. Maybe she wanted to ride him, to be on the top? "So, let's start your game". He would let her take the lead.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 18:35:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed and used her agility to roll on top of him. She kissed him her hands delicately stroking him again. She pulled on his earand wiggled her hips gentally for him. His body could drive her crazy regardless, simply touch her and fire would ignite, but she refused to give in so simply. <br><br>Comming closer into her own complete and utter pleasure Hitomi raised for only a moment to gentally dance her way down his hips while the bed swayed softly back and forth. She reached his belly and gentally began to kiss around her paint job working back down. One her face was level with his manhood she purred gentally nuzzelling his manhood. "I do love the way you taste. Would you like to taste me, ハンサム?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 13:42:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto's shaft was erect and always hitting Hitomi's hips and butts. This was getting worse and worse for him as his body didnt stop shivering while the Japanese seemed to be in control of her feeling. Maybe she was one of those girls who do not have sexual pleasure at all - but why would she be here, the Italian thought.<br><br>As the man listened to Hitomi's proposal, he simply grabbed her arms and raised her from his body, laying her next to him. The bed continued to sway but now a bit faster due to the his sudden move. Without waiting for any comment, he straddled his muscled legs over Hitomi's chest, so that she could see and do whatever she wanted to his penis. At the same time, Roberto began to lick her groin, caressing her inner lips, one area he knew girls would go crazy. Slowly, after exploring every single inch of her groin, his mouth reached the outer part of her vagina, licking the borders... "Now, I will taste you as you tasted me, ragazza!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>28-05-2009, 18:45:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi grinned wide at his movement, she could take this, with small addition. "I want ontop, ハンサム." Hitomi caressed his thighs softly kissing them lightly while they moved so they were still in this sixty-nine postion but she was on top of him now.&nbsp; She moaned as he started to lick her body, she was not immune to sexual pleasure, because she was soaked, and her wanton little body jolted this way and that from what a few simple kisses could do to such a sensitive area.<br><br>But Hitomi wanted him to experience insane pleasure also, so gentally massaging his jewels, Hitomi went again to orally pleasuring him, her tongue revolving down each curve and straining to lick softly between his jewels before she took one in her mouth and suckled as if he was the best candy of the world. Hitomi purred around him, clearly enjoying what he was doing to her own pleasure central, enjoying the fire that consummed her, but never forgetting to kiss, suckle, and lick his own fire center to bring him to greater and greater pleasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 19:31:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto followed the instructions of the bastard Japanese girl, who wanted to be ontop. There was a limit for everything and Hitomi was approaching it - paradoxically, he was liking her way. The authoritian, secure way that Hitomi did the move surprised Roberto once more. <br><br>The Italian ignored this momentaneous revolt - he had to start everything again - and raised his head to lick her. She was trying to humiliate the stallion, he knew it but he would resist. Initially, he explored her groin, his nose hitting her groin as his tongue looked for the limits of her groin and leg. All the same as before. Then, his tongue explored again the outer part of her vagina - she was still producing a pleasant smelling liquid. His tongue invaded her vagina and he didnt hesitate to go as deep as he could. Wonderful taste, he thougth.His shaft hardened as he smeeled and licked and swallowed her liquid. He removed his tongue and gentally began to suck her vagina. Now, she would would like a kitten!<br><br>The point was that Hitomi was also doing something with his shaft. His body seemed to shiver and shiver while Hitomi's body continued under "control". Again, he was fragilized, nearly cumming...."No....AOAO", he moaned loudely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 00:51:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi was beginning to shiver before him. She wanted to switch and give herself a break to recompose herself, but it just felt so good. Yet this was a battle of wills, one of them would beg the other to take them. <br><br>"What would you like?" She asked around his cock, her own voice a deep silkiness and trembling just slightly on her vowels. She wanted him, but she refused to cave first. "What do you want, ハンサム?" She rolled her tongue around the tip, taking him closer and closer into the end of her throat while she moaned around his girth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 00:59:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You little bitch!", Roberto shouted in pain caused by pleasure. "What I want?", he said in the intervals between one suck and the other, "is that you", he paused and sucked Hitomi's vagina again, "you drive me crazy", another pause, "doing what you are doing". He was really enjoying being manipulated by Hitomi although he was not used to that.<br><br>His hands touched her waist and caressed it. His left hand moved to her butts, sliding towards her cleavage, towards her asshole. He played with his fingertips around her asshole, trying to cause her more pleasure. A battle of wills? She would beg then first, he thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 02:18:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled only at him. She was determined to win. She pulled from him. She made him completely release her, and nearly sent the bed to tip completely so they fell out as she kneeled between his legs. "ハンサム, you are mine, correct? You do what I want? Well I want you driven so crazy that you beg for me. And before you manage with that delicious tongue of yours, and drive me to begging, the tables will be turned. You are going to beg, ハンサム." She warned him her eyes alight with fire. His fingers in her asswhole had been driving her even more crazy, and Hitomi was literally dripping to a small puddle onto the sheets. "You will follow my rules, ハンサム. And as punishment for trying not to follow your getting five swats. Roll over." She demanded of him, she looked very confident, she wanted him on his stomach because she was about to spank him for trying to butt against her will. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 12:40:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto was shocked to see Hitomi's agility. In a blink, she had made them fall from the bed and was straddling her legs on his chest. That girl was not definitively only in Tai Chi, since she was too agile. More than that, he could he some of her tensed hip muscles, exposed from the thugged pink geisha dress. That girl was hotter than she looked at first. He didnt know she was going to react that way.<br><br>"Folow your rules?", Roberto repeated raising an eyebrow. "I see what you mean". Then, the first rule my given - roll over. With naughty eyes, the man replied laughing. "No, Hitomi, not at all!" He wanted to see how far she could go with her game.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 20:30:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Roberto you have a choice." She kissed the nape of his neck. "Either you turn over and be spanked like someone who isn't listening as they should. Or I will leave, Roberto. I will pay, but would your boss enjoy when I walk away unpleased." She threatened him. She was firm, it was hard, Hitomi was not always very dominating, but she was determined to spank him, one for her enjoyment and hopefully he will to. But more so, she wanted him to realise this time she was in control, and was determined to have him beg as she had already explained. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 19:11:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Italian swallowed. This Hitomi was actually a bitch, he thought. He had not alternative but to roll to the position she had asked for. And so did he, closing his eyes, waiting for the punishment. Fortunately, she did not seem to be very strong. Even so, his shaft continued large and erect. <br><br>"Ok, Hitomi. Now, you got what you wanted!", Roberto submissively said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2009, 21:34:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi's heart rose in complete pleasure, but also she shivered, glad that she could now bring this pleasure to him. Hopefully he could enjoy this as such as she wanted to. She smiled against him. She gave him 10 firm spankings, her hand sizzling with each. She had not spanked many of those she had similar arrangements with. But she was spanking him now, spanking him hard so that her hand would hurt as much as his bottom. <br><br>She wiggled herself down to kiss his bottom, kiss both cheeks that she had alternated on. "Was that so bad, ハンサム?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 15:55:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Following each spanking, Roberto moaned. He tried to do it in a sexy way, to tease Hitomi, but in the end, he was actually feeling an unpleasant pain.Once, she hit a part of his shaft and he made a huge effort to avoid showing that pain - he moaned even louder.<br><br>As the Japanese finshed, his eyes were almost watering as he was not used to that kind of thing. He turned his head to the other direction and replied in a serious tone. "It was bad for me but I know you enjoyed a lot". Without moving from that position, Roberto asked: "What do you want from me now, Ma'am?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 16:10:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi kissed his temples and down his spine. "Ahhh, my poor ハンサム." She&nbsp; turned to kiss his manhood from behind his back, and enjoyed the kisses she could give him in this postion. <br>Hitomi softly whispered for him to turn again back around. When he was on his back she leaned down and nuzzled, kissed, and nibbled his neck. "My poor, pooor, ハンサム." She accented kissing his chin. "But will you listen from here further, ハンサム?" She kissed him again on the neck. She took his hands and brought them over her head. She was very gentle as she kissed down. "Are you going to pout, dear ハンサム, or are you going to bow to my wishes now?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 15:01:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto didnt expect a girl to pull his shaft from behind and kiss it. It was somehow painful, but pleasant. He moaned and his body shivered. That Hitomi was really different from everything he had experienced! He was going to be her toy, so he had to cool down his masculinity and follow her orders. That was her game.<br>He turned back again as she asked, wihtout knowing what to expect. He felt her breats touching his back and then, she was worshippin his neck. His body arched in pleasure, he smiled.<br>"Yes, I will listen, Hitomi. I will listen and obey!", he said somehow reluctantly. He was dominated but bot subdued.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 15:07:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi grinned and caressed down with her fingertip, down his neck, and she stopped at his buttocks kissing the cheeks gentally. Hitomi smiled and softly whispered in his ear, "Turn back over, ハンサム." She smiled and stroked his hair. She kissed down his ears to his nape, then down to the orchid he painted on his chest. She kneeled over him smiling. "Taste me again, ハンサム." She rose her hips up giving him the room he would need once more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 16:36:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto was enjoying how Hitomi was dealing with him. She wanted to give him pleasure, so there was nothing wrong with that. She was now behaving as a good girl, he thought. <br><br>Then, Hitomi commanded that Roberto should taste her again. His shaft was erect, bulgeoning, he wanted to thrust her, but she did not seem too interested in being penetrated. As Japanese girl opened her hips, he saw her shaved groin below her flat stomach - she had indeed a gorgeous body and her games added some sexiness to her. <br><br>Roberto positioned himself, so that his head could stay under her core. He could see the wetness and smell an unbearably attractive scent. The Italian raised his head and began to lick her groin, then her core. His tongue invading her core, his nose hitting the outer part. This was enough to excite him even more. His body shivered and momentarily, he stopped to moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 02:29:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi did not scold him or punish him for stopping, she was instead shivering herself her hands within his hair holding tightly as she whispered something softly in Japanese. She caressed his head and then she gentally rocked her hips to the invading tongue. She was mummering lashes, but it was the moans and the increased wetness that let him know that she was enjoying his touch so much. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 13:49:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto raised his head again after taking some breath and continued to lick and then suck Hitomi. This time, his tongue was going deeper as he dived his nose into her shaved groing, smelling her skin each time he breathed. His shaft continued erect waiting to be requested.<br><br>Roberto decided to use his fingers in her butts. Slowly, without letting her noticed, he moved his right hand over her butts and landed it close to her asshole, toying with that region. He expected to give her double pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 16:57:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was rocking against him softly now, her breath coming faster between deep moans. There was a reason she payed the high rolls for him. She leaned into him, but before she realized it her body was reaching the peak of pleasure. She felt insane pleasure course through her at an unimaginable speed. She had never felt pleasure this quickly. But she did now. Her body breathed quickly and heavily before she finally turned her hips away from him. She shivered and smiled, she kissed him tasting herself, and then slowly moving so that she could kiss and lick her choices from his face. She kissed him even more deeply when she was done encouraging her entire body to rub against him, so that she felt each part of her molten fire body course across his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 17:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto was also enjoying the way Hitomi reacted. His breath continued fast as she was convulsionating in pleasure. As Hitomi reposionted herself on the bed, the Italian acted accordingly - his body touched hers and enveloped her quickly. His muscled hips touched hers, his groin touched hers, both lips met. His breath was heavy. His hands grabbed her butts but he didnt know whether he should thrust her. His erection was between her torned hips, swinging from one side to the other, making Roberto more excited moment after moment. Probably the same was happening to Hitomi, bu she seemed to be resistant to give pleasure to him, to let him penetrate her. She wanted to manipulated him, Roberto knew it very well. Her tongue was diving into Roberto's! That was delicious. Now, he could smell her sweaty and found her smell naturally aphrodisiac.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 19:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi was indeed coursed in every sign of insane pleasure. She was still reeling from pleasure, but she turned so that she was on top of him put his hands above his head and kissed down along the length of his arms, down to&nbsp; his throat and then back up to his lips where she kissed him twice as passionately as before. No longer held by him as before she continued to rub her body against him, and then she slowly very slowly lowered herself down upon his length. <br><br><br>She lowered herself, having just the tip of his legnth within her. She slowly lowered and heightened herself on that tip of his manhood letting him enjoy her entrance in just a slightest amount as she held his manhood there with one hand so that he had to endure her tedious way of taking him. She did this inch by inch by inch, her muscles squeezing him slowly the entire time, it took such a long time before she had not only his tip within her, but then half of his length. He was tight inside her and she was squeezing him as she kissed him slowly. She leaned down and nibbled on his ear. "Take me, my&nbsp; ハンサム stallion, show me your strength, fuck me like crazy." She gave him permission to fully take her now as her body vibrated in want. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 15:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way Hitomi's core enveloped Roberto's erection was amazing. Roberto's bodye was swept by successive waves of shivering. "Mmmmm". Every inch deeper caused his dick to bulgeon - Hitomi could feel that as her tight pussy was pressed against. He wanted to thrust her at once, but Hitomi seemed to be in charge - in spite of all his strength, Hitomi had somehow hipnotized and subdued Roberto's body. He was sweating in despair for her hot, tight pussy but she continued to control and limit his pleasure. He moaned almost in pain as his shaft was bulgeoning...<br><br>Finally, when his cock was completely inside Hitomi's core, the girl asked to be taken. Her order was immediatly complied. Roberto grabbed her waits and pulled his shaft deeper, turning it to the left and to the right, trying to find out hidde, untouched corners. Her hot, wet pussy was amazingly delicious, he remembered its taste. <br><br>Once, twice, three times, Roberto thrusted her violently. He moaned. Sweat covered his body, falling in drops at Hitomi's pale skin. The contact with Hitomi's body only made Roberto more excited. In reality, his pleasure would not last long as Hitomi had exausted him both phisically and mentally. He cummed after the fourth thrust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 22:41:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi took his every drop. She twisted him in the third thrust so that he was on top of her, and forced him down to kiss her. She moaned and started to orgasm again herself when his seed filled her. She was moaning and groaning taking each of his drops in pleasure. She kissed him deeply stroking his whole body so that he could fall down upon her and relax. She stroked his sweat damp hair and kissed him heartily. "Stay here, and relax for a bit,&nbsp; &nbsp;ハンサム. Relax sweet sweet Roberto, let me take care of you." And she did she kept him close and warm, bringing the blankets up around him and stroking him softly. She kissed his cheeks, chest, nose, eyes, palms, all the parts of his upper body so that she could stay with him inside of her as long as possible. When she was sure his heartbeat was back to normal, she smiled. "Come with me,&nbsp; &nbsp;ハンサム." She took his hand and led him out of the bed, shaking slightly as their combined pleasure dripped down her legs as she stood. She led him to the shower. There she bathed him, cleaned every bit of his body, slowly softly, with every inch of care. <br><br>After they both were cleaned, softly and beautiful, she let her now fully naked body drip with water and clean his every inch. She removed her paintings, but never removed the caring way she took care of him. "Now,&nbsp; &nbsp;ハンサム, go and relax in the jacuzzi, relax sweet handsome, you deserve it." She then cleaned herself, very slow, but she hadn't brought him the opportunity to do the same to her. Instead he had to contend with just relaxing with the jacuzzi. <br><br>She took a full half hour to bathe, but then she walked back out this time in scarlet red stilettos to him. She smiled leaning against the lip of the Jacuzzi smiling and laughing as she splashed water upon him. She came behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. "Better,&nbsp; ハンサム?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 16:10:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto relaxed and enjoyed a lot when Hitomi became a nice, sweet girl, washing and cleaning his body. All the time, he was moaning naughtily - he was sure Hitomi liked to listen to the strong man shivering and moaning in pleasure. He thought that reaction made Hitomi grew confident. From the beginning, she was a shy domme... As a matter of fact, Roberto had been told the Japanese girl was more subbie. What had happened to her? Regardless of the causes, Roberto was enjoying and wanted more of the dominant Japanese girl.<br><br>After Hitomi laid him in the jacuzzi, she went to clean herself. Roberto soon fell asleep - the Japanese had revealed such a hot lover that consumed him. He didn't pay attention to her approaching, assertively clinging the stilettos on the floor. Was there more of the Japanese dominatrix to come?<br><br>Suddenly, Roberto felt water in his face, waking him up, and felt her arms wrapping his shoulders. The Italian moaned without seeing much of what Hitomi was dressing - not even the stilettos. What should he expect now?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 18:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi tickled his his neck with her kisses, her hands coaxed down his chest massaging into his skin only to rake her fingers against him. "イタリア人は疲れているか。 貧しく、甘く、ハンサムなイタリア語….The Italian is tired? Poor, sweet, handsome Italian...." She translated her own words as she pulled on the back of his ear with her teeth. <br><br>"Did you enjoy yourself ハンサム Roberto?" She wanted to hear it, she had to hear it. She moved to sit on the edge of of the tub, her legs crossed. He could see her scarlet stilettos gentally swinging at the end of her naked legs. She balanced her now naked body perfectly awaiting his response. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:12:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto smiled without turning his face to Hitomi. He would never admit he was tired to that petit Japanese girl.<br><br>"Not at all, Hitomi. I was just thinking of how delicious your performance was. You were amazing. I didnt expect you to be that hot. You look so sweet and I had no idea how evil you could be. I wish I could see more of your dark side. Would you indulge me with this pleasure?", the Italian said breathing deeply, should he regrett his words?<br><br>His hands landed on her scarlet stilletos. Still inside the tube, he could not see her naked legs. He knew that Hitomi had lots of suprises inside her luggage and wanted to see more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed and took his hand, she kissed the palm then each finger tip, but finally she bit down slightly on his pinky, not enough to truly hurt, but enough for him to feel it. "You are lieing." She told him laughing. "Yes, I will show you more of my dark pleasure....at least as much as you will be able to stand, ハンサム." She laughed and then leaned into to kiss his lips. "Are you willing to break to me for now on? Stop fighting me, sweet ハンサム Roberto?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:32:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto raised an eyebrow when Hitomi asked for complete submission. He was used to be dominated, but not to submit.<br><br>"Listen, Hitomi. I understand what you want. However, see this", Roberto flexes his right arm, his biceps and triceps bulge. "I am strong and it is hard for me to subdue. You are paying to dominate me, complete submission is harder. Unless you actually subdue me, breaking my will. And this no one has ever done before. On the other hand, you can continue your domination games. Aren't they fine?"<br><br>Deep inside, Roberto always wanted to have a powerful girl conquering him physically. However, this girls has never appeared and he didn't believe that such a girl could exist. At least, until that moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:49:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitomi laughed and kicked off her shoes to lean in and straddle his hips in the tub. She let her entire naked body against him. She had him flex again and poked his muslce sarcastically. "This is what makes you strong, ハンサム? Hmmm...then maybe I made the wrong choice...I thought it ws what is up here..." She kissed his for head. "Break your will....hmmmm....that sounds like fun...a challenge....how do you wish to be broken, ハンサム? Slowly.....or just finish it all quickly." Hit omi laughed again as she kissed his lips pulling his lips to her. <br><br>"You will be kissing my feet kneeled before me before I leave, trust Roberto." She whispered the commitment into his ear with a subtle growl in her voice. Even if he did not belie that he would be reduced to that, he should be fearful of the light growl in her voice. "For now, relax sweet ハンサム. We will relax here, and then I have a new toy that I think I would like to work against...use on you.." She smiled laughing, and then turned to ease her body against him. She rested her back against him, her bottom wedged alluringly against his shaft, her arms lacing his around her so that his hands teasingly caressed her breasts. <br><br>They relaxed for twenty minutes, and then Hitomi rose and lifted out of the tub. She came up and&nbsp; went to the bedroom. "Come&nbsp; ハンサム. I want you to massage my back and legs." She leaned down on the bed awaiting his hands upon her warm flesh. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:17:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Watch your language. You will be doing that", Roberto tought but didn't say.<br><br>"Are you saying I am a dumb, a weak minded man?", the Italian whispered in her left earlobe when Hotomi sat on his lap inside the bath. Almost immediately, his shaft increased and stayed between her both hips, teasing her, but not thrusting Hitomi, who did not seem to be interested. His hands massaged her breasts, belly, hips..."A girl like you must always be relaxed for life. You must be a tough businesswoman", Roberto said willing to please her ears. He wanted to please her but not exactly the way Hitomi wanted.<br><br>Then, the Oriental girl stood up and revealed again her curvaceous body, quite unusual for a Japanese woman. Roberto stood up, water dropping from his cleaned, herculean body. The sex machine was ready again to please his client. Roberto watched the girl swaying towards the bed, straddled his legs over her butts, his shaft touching her butts. His hands landed on her shoulders and began to massage Hitomi - Roberto felt that Hitomi was not a weakling girl, but below her skin, he could feel her muscles. This made massaging her more delicious for the Italian.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had been considering what she thought of him for a long while. "No you are not foolish, weak minded, and most certainly not dumb, ハンサム....but you seem to value your body over you mind, that is quiet regretful, for the glimpses you have shown me are much more intriguing then this body you fawn over." She seemed dismissive in her attitude which she knew would irk him on some level, exactly as she wanted. His hands felt delicious, but she could tell by the heavy mean that rested on her buttocks that he was ready and roaring to go. Always so...She smiled devilishly to herself while she closed her eyes pleased. "A mind appreciates when a woman is down upon her knees before a man...when her petal lips so softly brush against velvet flesh, when warm breath caresses stiff length as if asking for your essence....when hair tickles the sides of a man's sensitive inner thighs so that he trembles beneath her hands...the mind of men and women appreciate this so much more then their bodies....mmm...that is nice, Roberto, a little lower please, and do please rub your shaft against my ass cheeks...I do so love the feel of warm aroused flesh against my skin...you can do that right? Without giving into your pleasure? Without subduing to soft firm female flesh, that responses so willingly to your touch but yet keeps being just barely denied to you?" Hitomi was enjoying taunting Roberto, but she did wonder how the Italian would take her taunts and challenges. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 21:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto did what Hitomi wanted. He did not know for how long he could follow that kind of orders, his masculinity was feeling humiliated, he had to react, his mind and hormones were begging him to teach that woman a lesson. Even so, it was not time. Slowly, his strong hands slid down her back, focusing on massaging the area close to her spine. He skin was so soft and her body so slim that Roberto could touch her bones without making any effort and rub them with his hands and fingers... From time to time, he moaned.<br><br>It took two minutes for his shaft (not at his full size but quite considerable) to touch her ass cheeks. they were round and soft, but with not a lot of fat. In other words, delicious! Hitomi was turning into a bastard. He had to stop moaning - what could he not enjoy her, just a bit? His shaft was positioned first on the right cheek, then on the left... to finish Hitomi's request, the Italian moved it to her cleavage, his tip uncovered, touched the deepest part of her ass cleavage, from the top to the bottom....until it almost reached her pussy...just to make the other way back, upwards. In the meantime, his hands were massasing her lowerback.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 23:26:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled still resting with her eyes closed. She could feel her arousal already building up, and she tried nothing to hide it. Her skin was arm beneath him, her body soft and plaint under his massage. it felt so very very good. "Again, sweet ハンサム." She requested the touch of his cock over and over, before almost twenty minutes later, she rose and turned. <br><br>"ハンサム, I have a present for you." She took one of her suitcases and left for the bathroom. She came back out in her scarlet shoes, sheer black thigh high tights with lace tops which attached by thin garter strings to her corset, she had decided not to were the thong that came with the outfit so her sex and its growing arousal was on display, and the tightest of red silk coursets with a perky black bow. So much of her skin showed, and she had never worn this before for anyone, so she walked out moving her hair up off her face with an slightly nervous gesture, but she was smiling, and she had something in her hand.<br><br>Smiling she came to the bed and did a small turn for him so he saw every inch of her smoking flesh. Her round bottom sat down beside him on the bed, and then she put a hand in his chest, the hand that held the strange fabric object. She leaned in and kissed him, her lipstick reapplied so it just barely stained his lips. "Go and put this on, ハンサム." And she pushed him back softly and let the black male lace thong drift into his lap, as she eased onto the bed relaxed. <br><br><br><br><br>(http://ep.yimg.com/ip/I/spicylingeriestore_2052_224593597)<br>(https://www.youumi.com/upload/photos/s228.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 01:36:20</strong>
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				Roberto was feeling bad about massaging Hitomi's back and cheek ass without having fun. His dick was erect, ready to be in action. all his muscles were tensed, his chest muscles, his neck muscles, his leg muscles, his abs muscles. He was not tired but he was feeling strange in that situation. What was happening to him, he thought.<br><br>The Italian was expecting that Hitomi would indulge him to penetrate her core or at least, he asshole. However, she disdained him. Mmmmmm. Roberto moaned when the Japanese girl walked back to the restroom for another pause, another costume. What should he expect now from Hitomi?<br><br><br>When Roberto saw Hitomi coming back, he could not believe his believe his eyes. That shy Japanese was changing herself into a domme, slowly time after time. He liked dommes but none of them had actually subdued him. If Hitomi wanted to go farther, it would be stressing for her, he would not accept willingfully what she would do. He was decided to decline some requests that a macho man would consider too humiliating. She was approaching his limits. His free will was not to be subdued, he thought. He would quit if she decided to try something too humiliating for him.<br><br>"You look great, Roberto said in admiration. His breath was excited and could the girl see his pupils and listen to his heart, she would notice an expanded pupils and a heart beating fast. Deep inside, he liked domination, but not submission, so he was happy to see that Hitomi came back playing things more clearly. <br><br>All his joy was to be over soon. Hitomi gave him a tiny leather thong and laid on the bed. His worst nightmares became true, the bitch was trying to break his own self, by forcing him to do something against his own will. She was pushing hard in the war of wills. But now, he would dictate the rules - or thought so.<br><br>Using his strong body, he cupped Hitomi's mouth, straddling over her, his cock swinging over Hitomi. "Listen, you Japanese girl. I told you I can play your games, but watch my limits. I am a human being with limits and I will quit the game if I have to put my huge cock into this ridiculous fabric. Did you understand?", Roberto shouted expecting no phisical response but some verbal answer. He thought Hitomi would like this way of saying about his limits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 03:17:31</strong>
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				She bit deep into the flesh of Roberto's hand. Then using the speed, stealth and agility of her training she had him on his belly, his left arm pulled tight behind his back, precious venerable fingers pealed back in the opposite direction to increase pressure pain. She growled deep under her breath. "Do not ever touch me so, ハンサム, you under estimate the power of such an dainty woman." She pushed down his fingers even more, her knee pressing perilously close to his manhood. She leaned down and kissed and nibbled his ear. "Do not make me wonder if I am safe in your arms." She let him go dissmissingly. <br><br>Hitomi moved over to the desk chair and sat within it, her leg moving quiet irritated. "You are a human, but you will bend to my will, or regret ever displeasing me. I will hit you at one of your greatest weakness, greed." She moved to her last bag, there in cash bills sat half his payment and tip. The other half would be wired as agreed previously.<br><br>She came back to the bed and took him by the chin and pulled him to her. She gentally softly kissed his lips. "Either you are here to please me Roberto, or you are here to digest me with how weak and fragile you are that you can't bend to a little woman's wills for a single night of her pleasure." Her nails dug in the slightest amount, she kissed again, showing that the soft Hitomi was still there, she was still passionate, she still wanted him. In the mean time she took the leather&nbsp; thong once more, and when she pulled back she stuffed it so that one of the sides hung between his lips just barely, he would open his mouth and it could spill out. "Obey me, ハンサム."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 14:46:41</strong>
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				Roberto did not expect Hitomi would do that. She had told she had trained Tai Chi, but that was too much for Tai Chi. As graciously as a ballerina and as effortlessly as a bodybuilder, Hitomi surprised him and put his arm tight back behind his back. "Let it go, now!", he asked, but Hitomi just pealed his fingers the opposite direction. Pain nearly became unbearable. To make things worse, her knee pressed his balls. What was she going to do, Roberto thought desperate at the same time is shaft was having an erection. That situation had never happened before - he knew how to fight judo, but she had overpowered him so easily. It was the surprise element, he thought.<br><br>The Japanese girl released Roberto, who fell in the bed. He was voiceless. He wanted to take revenge of that bitch, he could not no stand. His manhood was excited, swinging from one side to the other. Her voice tone conveyed some superiority which frightened him. Was Hitomi so sure she could overpower him? This thought terrified him. Although he enjoyed being dominated by his clients, he knew that he was in charge - his strength and fighting skills were good enough to protect him against any abuse. But now, was that true?<br><br>Roberto looked at Hitomi seating on the chair. "It is not about money. It is about my will. And I don't think I can subdue to you, Hitomi." At least, not free willingly. She would have to crush his will, otherwise he would play the macho. "I don't care about money, I care about my dignity", he lowered his head, maybe regretting having said those words. What was he saying, he was a prostitute!<br><br>Hitomi came back then, seductively and softly, remaking the proposal. That was confusing the mind of this macho. He was not that intelligent indeed. As many men of that kind, he wanted to be smart, he thought he was smart...but he was not at all. He was slowly being entrapped by that fragile-looking woman. He thought she might have given up, but the hang the thing in his lips. He could not stand and spill it out: "What the hell you think I am! I also have my limits!". This time, he grabbed her neck and pulls her down to the bed, straddling over her belly, his hands holding your wrists, his shaft touching your flat stomach. What the girl, Hitomi was. So hot. So provocative. There was something driving him out of control, he even thought it was the scents, the bamboo scent, some sort of aphrodisiac. He was not paying attention Hitomi was toying with his mind. "You are no longer to repeat what you have just done before. Understand? Liar, I thought you were just a Tai Chi, not a professional fighter... you bastard liar!, he said aggressively willing to make it clear that situation would not happen again... depending on his will, which was not the case.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 21:05:36</strong>
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				Her knee rose up with very little effort, but she was merciful and threw her knee into his ass crack rather then straight into his balls like she was tempted, it put her into a vulnerable postion, and for a second she questioned her strength, but she used every ounce of adrenaline racing through her body. She followed her knee with the other to the same place, only this time she had the momentum to flip them both. She landed knocking her shoulders and lower body onto the floor, and Roberto was trapped above her body. She quickly swirled and pinned his hands above his head, and his legs&nbsp; beneath her own. She released him for only a moment to slap him straight across the face. "Don't ever touch me so!" She growled harshly at him. In further punishment, adrenaline led her to bitting him harshly upon his shoulder. A small droplet of blood touched her tongue and she stopped. Her eyes were fiery. She was turned on to finally have someone fight her but she was not going to let him win. <br><br>"There is a worse of two evils here. Either you get your rocks off to the sweet Hitomi that wants to please you while still being in complete charge. Or I will get my cuffs and gag, and you will spill your pleasure into my hand as I mercilessly bring you to orgasm time after time after time till you can no longer spit your essenza di amore, love essences into my hand time after time, only to have me paint you again only this time in your own juices." She still had that soft one of her voice, but it as barely audible over her growling dominating commanding voice. "You choose, Roberto, one or the other." She released him to rack her nails down hard against his chest till she finally reached his manhood. She delicately interwined her fingers and stroked him like a loving passionate woman, then she squeezed him and jerked him like an cruel lover. "Choose, now. That thong is coming to come with either so face facts, your dignity can only stay intake if you gain pleasure from it, but if you want me to reduce you down to a bug, and destroy every ounce of dignity choose option two." She got off of him and walked to the bed sitting as if she was royalty upon her thrown in her outfit. "Now if you are smart and choose option one, I suggest crawling here and kissing my shoes. If you are a fool and choose option two, then I will give you a few second run for your life if you want to take it." She had already shown she can somehow over power him, and whatever form of martial arts she had learned, she knew and would use against him every time. "Choose, 愚かなペット." She had given him a new nickname, and the way it rolled off her tongue in a musical disdain, it was not one he would have been pleased with. "Choose, silly pet." No he wouldn't like that name at all.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 15:24:00</strong>
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				Again, Roberto was surprised with Hitomi's agility and skills. How could she overpower him so effortlessly? He felt her knee almost hitting his ball and closed the eyes, expecting the pain. Fortunately, she spared him otherwise Roberto would be useless for her entertainment. Where did she find so much strength to flip him? All of sudden, the Italian was under the Japanese girl, completely lost. Gasping for air, the strong man tried to set himself free using all his strenght, but the way Hitomi was above him made it nearly impossible. She was a higly skilled martial artist, it was getting clear to Roberto. He would have to be careful and make use of his muscles more carefully. He had to remember his judo lessos many years ago! That was his point!<br><br>When Hitomi finally growled those angry words ("Dont touch me"!), Roberto's body shivered in a mix of pleasure and fear for what could be to come. Had he started a game he was not ready for? Was Hitomi displeased with his behaviour? Would she complain to Mr. Blum, The Place´s owner - no one has ever done that against Roberto. He nodded as she moved her hypnotic, dark eyes away from his. As the bastard Hitomi bite his shoulder, he did not show any pain - he was amazingly resilient to pain and nothing changed in his face. He felt the blood running on his skin. What the hell was she doing now? Was she a vampiress? he thought.<br><br>HItomi made her proposal: option 1, meaning a pasive submission, or option 2, meaning a violent submission. It was clear for Roberto that the best option was # 1. He was not willing to suffer more and he was aware his herculean body, without scarves, was his most precious asset. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. The thong was not a great problem after all, he thought, almost changing his mind. When he was about to accept option 1, Hitomi came out with those words, which is Japanese sounded like an insult: "Silly pet". Those two words enraged him - Hitomi could see in his eyes the change in his option. Probably, she always wanted option 2 and was only toying with him. Again.<br><br>There Hitomi was - seating in the bad as a queen. Her new outfit was definitively hotter than the pink geisha (Congratulations for the picture in your profile!). He wanted to fuck her, to have her screaming, just as the other girls did. He was having dreams with her hot pussy. He remembered that pleasing Hitomi was unbelievably pleasant. Her arching breasts. Her flat stomach - something rare to find nowadays even in young women. She was a Venus de Millo. <br><br>However, she was a bastard. She would pay for everything. Roberto stood up from his subdued position and rushed towards the bed as fast as he could. When he got there, he raised his left leg hig to hit Hitomi's chest. "I was going for option 1, but you dont seem to be fair or reliable, Hitomi! Take option 2 to show you who is the boss here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 19:03:57</strong>
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				She slid taking herself out away from him. She was under his leg and grabbed him and pushed him into the beds frame. But she was intelligent enough to not let his knee become seriously injured, but yet cause him some pain. She rolled off the bed. She leaned back on her heel and laughed softly. "So, you have to be all rough and tough?" She laughed at him. "愚かなペット." She suddenly rushed him and let her kneel fall into his thought and then she dropped her leg quickly and brought her leg up against his upper arm. She gave him enough force that it turned her completely around. She laughed as she trapped his wrists in the expanse between her heel and the toe of her shoe. He could see right into her womanhood. "Its too bad every one of your cards is displayed so easily sweetheart." She crouched down and layed a light kiss on his lips. "You should have ran." Then she leaned back in less then a second to trap his ankles in her wrists and when she had finished her flip she tossed him over onto his back. "Do you not want to feel the soft swell of my breast? Do you not want to feel the sweet kisses i can lay across your manhood, do you not want to thrust within me and watch me mummer." She then forced her strength to hold his legs down and she spanked him hard with her hand enjoying with sickening pleasure the rend hand marks that framed his adorable bottom. She slapped him five times on each cheek, laughing in delight as her hand came crashing down brutally. On the last scratch she let her nails drag across what would be is sore bottom laughing. "You enjoy this, you want to see me straddled over your back in a mirror as I slap your ass over and over for my enjoyment. Give up and give in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 20:19:55</strong>
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				Where the hell did Hitomi go? thought Roberto. Suddenly, she was there, pulling him to the bed frame, hurting his knee. "Bitch!", Roberto screamed in pain, while her gracious body rolled off the bed. Again, she moved like a ballerina, Roberto tried to defend himself but...what happened? Everything was so fast: her womanhood was exposed, right in front of his eyes - he smelled the inebriating scent of her groin-, but his wrists were completely paralysed in a painful way. His shaft had an erection, he tried not to look at his cock, he knew that Hitomi could used that against him. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down, to take out every drop of blood from his shaft.<br><br>"Not every card was displayed, Hitomi", Roberto said as his muscles tensed, adrenalyn was flowing into his blood, eyes' pupils expanded, his heart beat faster. The Italian was preparing to show her what he could do. Her trap was set and Roberto had to set himself free. Her womanhood was in front of his eyes, but in the following moment, she flipped him not before kissing his lips and threatening Roberto again. Again, he was neutralized - every move of Hitomi was thought in a way not to give Roberto any chance of reacting. His strength seemed useless. Where was she now? She was dancing around Roberto. Wowow... Roberto fell back to his back following her attack. He moaned in pain this time. That was just the beginning - Hitomi beated his butts, laughing sadistically. Roberto did not expect such a transformation from Hitomi. How could that have happened. Under him, his shaft was growing again despite his efforts to control. What the hell was happening, he was not enjoying that situation at all!<br><br>Suddenly, using all his strength, after she had nailed his butts, Roberto rolled her body, causing Hitomi to loose her balance and fall to the left. Roberto then rolled his shining body, covered in sweat, to the right as strong as he could. The man stood up fast and positioned himself in a defensive ways, right arm ahead, left leg a bit behind. Then, Roberto saw Hitomi had made him bleeding in the butts. Indeed, Hitomi was laying on the ground, laughing. She seemed to be enjoying everything. Roberto was worried about that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 21:28:46</strong>
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				Hitomi laughed again, he looked so alarmed and out of place. She grinned and relaxed slidding back to a more comfortable postion. "I dare you, try again, ハンサム." She goaded him wagging her finger softly. "Such a fragile little thing, I am." She leaned back her legs opened just enough to give him a sultry view of her core. "Such a fragile sweet thing, oh you can't wait to get your rocks off to." She got down on her hands and knees and crawled to him, and distruction fummed in her eyes. <br><br><br>"、甘い、ロベルト、don'甘い; あなたが私のボディに対してあなたの手を長く動かしたいと思うtか。 Don' そっとあなたに頼んでいるあなたが私の唇を感じたいと思うtか。" She laughed musically floating her musical voice to him, her eyes dusky as she reached him, slowly crawling up his body, sweet, and seductive again. She reached his manhood, and layed a very delicate kiss, an affectionate soft, caring kiss. Her hands softly caressed him, and he felt each inch of her corset's soft silky fabric as she ran her body against his, easily avoiding his defensive arm to wrap within him. Her hands fell into his hair. She leaned in and whispered the translation into his ear, gentally caressing and toying with her tongue. Then the nice Hitomi broke and she pushed him to the ground as if he was an falling oak. Her shoe came to rest gentally upon his chest and she laughed. <br><br>"Try and get me down." She laughed and then turned him around on the ground again, straddling his hips and pulling him back but his hair. Her breath caressed his ear as he felt strong nimble hands stroke up and down his arms. "試み、私をおろし、試み、そして連れて来なさいあなたの意志の.....試みおよび失敗に….あなたの剣は私の視力で歓喜で跳んでいる。 あなたの剣は私にまばたきしている。 それは私にそれ私の愚かで小さいペットに屈辱を与えてほしい私にあなたのバットを再度強く打ってほしい。" That musical voice, held its previous harshness as she licked and nibbled his ear. She caressed it as if she was its long last lover. She was extraordinarily passionate lover at the moment, and a demanding one. She spanked his already red ass again, this time much harder then before and then she rose grabbed the panties, took his wrist digging her nails in and backed him up onto the wall. She stuffed the thong in again to his lips, letting it hang there and put her finger to his lip. Her hands were tight against his manhood, she could very easily destroy his lively hood. "You very very silly pet. Bow now, and crawl to my feet like a proper pet. Whimper and beg for my touch, your manhood is already starting. Your sword hates you for not bowing to me. Your manhood enjoys being abused....you enjoy having to submit to such a delicate cherry blossom." She was stroking his manhood roughly yet she still had that softness in her eyes. She was in between the over dominating mistress and that still soft controlling lover of before. "Follow your body, you silly pet, you know what it is you really want." <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Translations...<br><br><br><br>Sweet, sweet, Roberto, don't you want to run your hands down long against my body? Don't you want to feel my lips softly begging to you? = 、甘い、ロベルト、don'甘い; あなたが私のボディに対してあなたの手を長く動かしたいと思うtか。 Don' そっとあなたに頼んでいるあなたが私の唇を感じたいと思うtか。<br><br>Try and get me down, try and bring me to your will.....try and fail....your sword is jumping in delight at my sight. Your sword is winking at me. It wants me to slap your butt again, it wants me to humiliate my silly little pet. = 試み、私をおろし、試み、そして連れて来なさいあなたの意志の.....試みおよび失敗に….あなたの剣は私の視力で歓喜で跳んでいる。 あなたの剣は私にまばたきしている。 それは私にそれ私の愚かで小さいペットに屈辱を与えてほしい私にあなたのバットを再度強く打ってほしい。<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 16:23:40</strong>
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				Once more, Roberto was reactionless when Hitomi approached him crawling. He did not understand what the girl wanted. Was she just changing her mind? Was she willing his body in a more respectful way? Why was she changing her speech all of sudden? The view if her core had soften his will to resist - Hitomi's core was tight as other Japanese's girls. So hot. So wet. Roberto had to fuck her, but not the way she wanted. He was the stallion, he was the male. The girl was there to think she was being pleased while Roberto was actually the one to enjoy that, not Hitomi. He was the man, not Hitomi.<br><br>While the man was lost with theses thoughts, Hitomi used her oriental eyes to approach her victim. Roberto's eyes were completely locked in Hitomi's and he did not pay attention she was approaching, wrapping her arms around his manly body, his strong body, the body he relied on so much. All his bodies were tensed, as if anticipating an attack from Hitomi, although his mind was completely hypnotised by her soft voice, by her dark eyes. Roberto even smiled at her, feeling somehow comfortable and conveying a kind of signal of peace. Her hands in his hair...delicious!<br><br>She whispered and Roberto nodded, beginning to slide down his hands towards her butts, abandoning his defensive position. His erection&nbsp; grew and his breath speeded again. Hitomi felt he was beginning to melt down inside.<br><br>"What the hell are you doing?" was his scream when Hitomi surprised his pushing him to ground and stepping on him. No matter how gentally Hitomi had done that, stepping on his chest and laughing was the utmost humiliation he ever suffered in his life. Fortunately, no one was around to see that. She toyed with his strong body, turning him to his back. How could she do that? She was so thin. Her song now could not calm him down. The Italian could see her shaved core again. Her soft voice was deceptive, Roberto had learned the lesson. He tried not to shiver as Hitomi breathed behind his ear..."No!" Anger and revenge invaded his mind again, but a different anger, mixed with lust and a strange desire to submit to the girl. "No, never", he whispered without giving a glue to Hitomi what he was denying. "I will get you down, bitch", he thought answering mentally to her challenge.<br><br>Her spanking were not strong enough to inflict pain. In spite of her efforts, Roberto's resilience to pain was remarkale. He was not a sissy boy, although&nbsp; Hitomi was thinking he was a silly pet. When he thought she had no more surprises, she nailed his right wrist. A sudden wave of pain swept his entire body, his eyes froze, he thought he had lost control over his arm - he could not feel his arm. His head hit the wall, causing him more dizziness. His breath was the one of an animal surrounded. His eyes panicked as Hitomi hands touched his balls and shaft which promptly reacted to her strokes. Her words were confusing him again.<br><br>He pretended to accept her proposal - it was necessary to play her game. Indeed, his body was dying to subdue to Hitomi, but not his mind. What began as a silly game was turning into a life or death matter for Roberto. As Hitomi released the grip of his wrist, Roberto recovered the moves in his arm. He lowered both hands to his groin and suddenly, grabbed her hands, moving them away from his shaft. His eyes locked hers, showing a mix of proud and fear. She was a hard adversary but Roberto also wanted to show he was not to be underestimated. Without hesitation, he tried to punch her from the left and then from the right, raised his knee to kick her. Without knowing the result of those attacks, he moved away from the wall to the bed and jumped onto it, placing himself again into judo's defensive position. "Now, I will not fall into your traps, Hitomi. You show you how unreliable you are!"<br><br>"Don't ever call me a silly pet again", Roberto shouted. "This really makes me angry!"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 21:16:28</strong>
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				Hitomi only smled standing against the wall of the room, her hands slowly eased over her body. Her fingers toyed with her inner thighs, she tilted her feet inwards like a nervous innocent, while her dark smoky eyes toyed with him. "愚かでハンサムなペット, then? Silly handsome pet then?" She smiled bringing her fingers down up her soft corset fabric to gentally tickle her fingers across the tops of her breast. "私はあなたを渡って滑ってほしい私の指に… I want to slide my fingers over you. I want to kiss you, tickle you, whimper against you as I pour desire against you." She slowly, very slowly came towards him. "You will fall into my traps. You will whimper at my feet as I softly tell you in my language how I want you shivering beneath me..." Then Hitomi moved to him, very slowly. Each step was designed for sex, her body moved in such an slow method that he had nothing to do but stare at her every curve in want. <br><br>She had been punshed across her ribs, and it hurt, and he had managed to kick her thigh which was hurting badly and would be bruised in less then an hour, but for now it was important to get him beneath her. She brought out a new surprise for him, as a business woman she was well versed in many things...especially languages..."Bei dolci dolci dello Stallion……… prego lo arrestano prego e baciano. Bacilo, smetta di essere così idiot...com ripugnante e di nuovo a me...com e di nuovo me ed ammorbidica sotto il mio tocco…" She treated him to Italian moaning softly. "Sweet, sweet ハンサム, come and kiss me, come and and soften to me. Come and I will give you a taste of what you want...come here sweet sweet baby..."<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Bei dolci dolci dello Stallion……… prego lo arrestano prego e baciano. Bacilo, smetta di essere così idiot...com ripugnante e di nuovo a me...com e di nuovo me ed ammorbidica sotto il mio tocco… = Stallion...sweet sweet handsome...please...please stop and kiss me. Kiss me, stop being such an foul idiot...come back to me...come back to me and soften beneath my touch...<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 06:07:47</strong>
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				Roberto was surprised when listened to Hitomi's words in Italian. His own language seemed to calm him down, but it was just momentarily. What was she trying to do now? It was clear! Still standing on the bed, Roberto prepared himself to kick Hitomi who was approaching the same way as before. No, he would not fall into the same trap twice. What was she thinking about him? That he was a stupid? She was blatantly wrong! His eyes were full of anger, when she is within reach, Roberto is planning to kick her to throw her away. <br><br>"より近い、日本語少しは来る (Translation: "Come closer, little Japanese!"), he muttered in Japanese. His Japanese was awful, he had learned some to please his oriental clients. As Roberto did not know how to continue in Japanese, he continued in English - he did not want to bring Hitomi to his own mother language. "I will show you what these muscles can do!"<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.fcfighter.com/UserFiles/Image/OTHERPIX/gesias-cavalcante.jpg)</div><br>On the other hand, part of his body was begging for the lovely Hitomi he had enjoyed shortly before. Why to fight when sex is funnier? Honour? To hell with his silly honour! After all, he was a prostitute. Slowly, he was losing the battle of wills to that small girl. She had crushed him sometimes, so his strength, source of his confidence, was in doubt. Hitting Hitomi once or twice was not a good thing. Deep inside, he regretted having harmed the lovely girl. He almost dropped a tear when he thought that bruises could come out of her gracious body - he had already forgot her spanking in his butts.<br><br>Evidence of this surrender to Hitomi? They were everywhere in his body, which did not seem to react prompt to her attacks. However, it was his dick the greatest evidence. His dick, or sword, as she had called it. He could not control his erection, which was growing larger and larger. Slowly, the veins in his dick began to bulge, showing his excitement was growing. He regretted this reaction as Hitomi could use it against him. Anyway, he should protect his shaft against the vicious girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>18-06-2009, 21:39:04</strong>
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				Roberto was not going to win against Hitomi especially not as he weakened. She slowly walked to him still exuding sex through every pore. "There is many points of a men's body that gives him so much pleasure." She moved closer to him till shew as just within kicking distance. "Please, Robert, please let me show you how I do want to please you. I want to please you so badly." She put an sultry innocent voice that was so fragile, so delicate, she was a cherry blossom by which behind held a bee. But Roberto would not notice, she hid it well as she came to him. <br><br>She finally came to his body and she put his hands on her, one at her breasts the other at her ass. Grinning she kissed delicate male spots. She kissed the delicate dip just below his lower lip and above his chin. Her kiss rose up to take in his bottom lip. She moaned softly kissing that bottom lip holding it hostage within her lips as she ran her tongue back and forth across where lip became skin. She lowered herself from her toes to kiss the hallow of his neck and then she gentally swirled her tongue around and around against his Adam's apple. While she was making love to his Adam's apple, she let her fingers move to stroke first his manhood, and when she was sure he was comfortable that he wouldn't hurt her, she moved to his jewels, she gentally massaged his jewels, languishing him with attentive affection and adoration. Then her fingers went just beyond that, she went to that little of skin just past his balls, not yet his anus but after a few strokes at this area so close to his prostate he would feel pleasure flood his every sense. While all he could feel was pleasure she moved over to where his shoulder and neck came together she bit viciously. She drew blood which she soothed away, but she continued to give him this intense combination of pleasure and pain, her free hand moved to his ass cheeks and she squeezed digging her nails deep into him. "Ready to be my pet?" She asked him still pleasuring his entire package and that little space in between, and then further to his little area of intense pleasure. Then she went back to his length and took him viciously by it digging her nails so that there was just slight moon crescent dug into the first layer of skin of the engorged flesh. "Either you are going to crawl now, or you are going to keep playing this chess game of ours where you continue to fall into pain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 01:02:54</strong>
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				Everything happened as before. Passionate love, seduction. Roberto melted down without reaction. Silly pet, Hitomi must have thought.<br><br>Then, Hitomi attacked fiercer than the other times. The mixed feeling of pain and pleasure swept Roberto's body as Hitomi viciously began to subdue him. Domination with submission? Never, Roberto thought! A wave of pain mixed with lust. He had once more lowered his defenses. how stupid he was! Roberto was beginning to believe he was actually a silly pet. How could have he felt in the same trap again?<br><br>Everything was so fast. First, Hitomi bit his neck and he felt some pain. As he was resilient, he resisted well and did not notice what was to come. In reality, the Italian had no idea of what was to come, he even smiled. His arms and legs were wrapped in such a way he could not move to pull Hitomi away easily. Bastard, she had caged him - as Roberto noticed, it was too late. Her nails were now in his shaft. Pleasure. Pain. <br><br>Ahhhh. His eyes watered. Roberto hated himself. He wanted to punch her. He tried to swallow but he could not. More strength. More. More. Every single muscle was focused on moving his arms. He tried to move his arms several times repeatedly in vain. Somehow, she had paralysed his entire muscled body with her nails in his shaft. The delicate Japanese was controlling the strong man completely. How? Was it a hidden secret of martial arts? He could not even shout. Not entirely, indeed. He felt his knees bending, slowly, as if not standing the pain caused. Was Hitomi forcing him down. He didn't know. That was his only muscle working apart from his heart and breath. <br><br>The large stallion was completely under control of Hitomi. There was nothing left to him. He wanted to fight back, but he was reduced to a toy. A motionless toy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 21:48:52</strong>
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				Hitomi&nbsp; released her bending pet. Moaning softly she gentally kissed him on his forehead. "Good pet." She smiled at him letting her fingers slowly trail down the side of his face. So now she could finally have what she wanted, he was bent, and her big powerful stallion was there to completely serve her. She walked to the chair patting her thigh for him to follow. When she was at the chair she sat slowly one leg crossed over the other. "Show me that you are going to be a good boy. Go and get the clothing I set out for you, ハンサム, put it on, crawl to me, and kiss my toes, and then you may kiss me." She ordered him her voice clear but still that seductive low tone. <br><br>"I will make it well worth falling to me, ハンサム, but you must listen and no longer fight me. Dress, and then obey." She warned him very seriously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 15:00:35</strong>
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				Roberto was falling to his own knees because Hitomi had forced him. It was not a voluntary action as the fragile looking girl was mastering his body completely...&nbsp; but not his mind, not his will. Deep inside, there was something left, something telling him to either run away, or die fighting. A pathetic macho resistance to the female superiority. his first action was to stop dropping tears from his eyes, showing he was still resisting to the pain. Silly pet - Tomkin no man could stand such a pain.<br><br>Moreover, Hitomi knew how to break a man's will and she was getting close to that with Roberto. His mind was almost being replaced by his dick, which was begging for pleasure, begging for Hitomi's tight pussy. First, she showed her phisical superiority. Roberto could not yet understand how her grip could make his body paralysed - Hitomi had simply just made it twice. Certainly it was one secret martial arts technique used by the Japanese bitch. Even so, ignoring this dark art, the girl managed to pin, punch and kick him several time, showing his muscles were useless to face her. What had Roberto done to her as payback? No scratch in the girl's gorgeous body. She was almost a goddess. Maybe, she was a goddess indeed. Slowly, he was getting convinced there was not chance of winning.<br><br>Powerless, Roberto fell to his knees and then his hands landed on the floor. His body was still being waved by pain and pleasure in a contradictory way. What had Hitomi done to him? The Italian could not stop thinking about it. His eyes were almost begging for an answer.<br><br>Now, Hitomi wanted him to dress the leather thong and crawl to her. That was a hard decision, probably the right one. Should he give up? Without precipitation, the almost subdued stallion began to crawl - he had not alternative as the pain prevented him from standing. This made Hitomi believe he was defeated. However, he was in charge of everything! Roberto stood up and tumbling, completely dizzy, raised his arms to punch Hitomi. He ignored all her warnings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 22:15:03</strong>
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				She grabbed his fist. The shock of his even weak power sliced through her arm biting at her palm. She refused to flinch though. He would not seek weakness from her. She had not grabbed his fist dead on, he had hit a little lower to her wrist. She forced herself to lower her palm to take his fist in her tiny palm. She dug her nails into his knuckles reaching forward and pulling him by his manhood to her. She let go of his wrist to yank him by the ear till he had to bend at the waist in order to accommodate how she was pulling his ear, and he had to jolt his hips forward because she was pulling him closer to her by his length. <br><br>"IDIOT!" She could not contain herself much longer. She then through the dizzy man down to the ground. She got up and stood over him, her heel's toe pressed hard against his manhood pushing it back against him, her heel dug into his sensitive balls just the sightest amount. Then she stepped forwards spreading her legs to take his dominate hand and trap it under her shoe leaving his wrist in the area between the heel and toe. <br><br>"You are ridiculous. Why are you fighting me when you could have the pleasure of an adoring woman? I would salve you with attention, you can't do this simple thing. You are such a fool."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 03:16:17</strong>
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				Now, Roberto felt the actual power of Hitomi when he took his fist in her palm and nailed her chuckles, swinging it effortlessly. He was voiceless. Both his biceps and triceps, still recovering from the paralysing grip, could not fight against her. She knew it, Roberto could see the evil smile in her face. Bastard, he thought. And the worst was still to come. Right after, she pulled his shaft and pulled down his ear, forcing his body towards the floor - fortunately, he did not collapse as her grip seemed meticulously calculate to inflict pain and humiliation. "Bitch!", Roberto shouted angrily. "Let me go". He still wanted to fight against the girl who had called him by "silly pet".<br><br>Hitomi threw him to the ground and stood over him. He could see her core, wide open... amazingly, it was wet. She was enjoying everything. One drop fell on his chest. Her heel? Ahhhhhhhh. What a pain! Her heels were crushing his dick against his washboard abs. All those muscles were useless - indeed, were his belly flaccid, it would not have been so painful. His eyes rolled and watered at the same time he snorted abruptly, as her heel dug into his ball. "Stop, please, Hitomi, Don't do this", he begged, his eyes panicking. "No, please!". <br><br>Panic was the best to describe his reaction. Roberto could not move otherwise he could make the pain worse. He was completely at Hitomi's sadistic mercy. That was enough but the the Japanese locked one of his wrists with her other heels. "Release me!". Everything was so fast and Hitomi performed it as if Roberto offered no resistance, while he was still putting some strength against her. She had done it so sweetly that it was as if she were a ballerina.<br><br>Even so, his shaft continue to bulge under her heel's toe. It was strange. Roberto was feeling an unbearable pain, but at the same time, the view of her naked core, excited him. Her angry face, her muscles bulgeoning under her corset, everything was so hot in Hitomi that Roberto could not keep his eyes closed for long. To a certain extent, feeling some pain excited him. Especially if such a pain was being brought upon him by such a gorgeous girl like Hitomi. She was great! What the hell was he saying? He wanted to feel her hot, tight pussy.<br><br>By that time, his own toughts were confusing. He was feeling dizzy, a weakling, a defeated man. What a humiliation! Who was Hitomi? A gorgeous Japanese girl who could not raise more than 100 pounds with her biceps. On the other hand, her skills outmatch his pathetic knowledge of judo by far. He liked the idea of being pleased by Hitomi, but he wanted it his way. Now, every option was gone. He had no alternative. And Hitomi seemed to have no limits. At all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 03:36:57</strong>
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				"You need to understand right now." She told him and pressed her toe down harder for a few short moments. Then she wiggled her heel against him as she continued. "You are mine. You are mine till I am sick of you. You either bend, and start acting proper, or you are going to receive pain, till finally your length quits pathetically pulsing for it. You will feel the drops of my pleasure and nothing more. You are no longer, no longer I stress, in an postion to request of anything without begging for it. At at this moment I don't want to hear your voice until you finally learn your place." She bent down maintaint perfect balance and grabbed his cheeks giving him a fish face appearance. "I am sick of this. Less and less I want such a horrid and rude man. I want the passionate Italian that gives me the pleasure I seek, not this disgusting brute you are becoming." She let him go only to smack him hard against the face while she placed pressure on his length again. She slapped him across the face twice more, each cheek, her eyes glowing angrily. "Fool." She called him rose up to her full stature over him. "For this point forward you are not allowed to speak until I say otherwise. Nod if you understand or I will find something, and show you understanding." She waited for his acknowledgement. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 23:41:35</strong>
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				Roberto had no alternative but to subdue to Hitomi's will. Physically, Hitomi had completely defeated him - her fighting skills together with the hidden secrets of martial arts (which paralysed the stallion completely) crushed the man to such a hopeless situation that he could not believe. It was a complete humiliation for such a macho man, who was so proudly sure about the power of his muscles and intelligence over the females. Psychologically, Hitomi had equally destroyed him - together with her physical control,&nbsp; the Japanese used words and attitudes meant to destabilize emotionally the pathetic Italian, humiliating his weakness - this was really worrying for him, since he believe he could take control of the situation wheneve he wanted. <br><br>In the end, Hitomi showed him men were the weak sex. At least, when it comes to compare Hitomi and Roberto. Hitomi was an unbeatable goddess - at least to Roberto's eyes.<br><br>Hitomi continued to indoctrinate Roberto. Brainwashing with pain had just begun. Every time her toes and heel pressed his shaft, an unbearable pain swept his body. Amazingly, his shaft continued large and erect. Would that be result of the power exerted by the pherormones of the Japanese dominatrix? He was continuously moaning in pain. His eyes watered continuously. His arms were grabbing the ground as if to relieve the pain. His resilience to pain was gone. Indeed, all resistance had simply vanished in view of the supreme power of Hitomi. When she leaned to grab his face, his eyes looked at her marvellous body, which was incredibly beautiful under the sexy corset. Why hadn't he simply put that thong? He was indeed a fool! She did not notice, but the way she leaned brought more pain to his shaft. Slapping his face removed all the honour left in that man.<br><br>He raised his eyes to her and nodded, desperately saying: "Yes, Hitomi, I understand!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 02:22:04</strong>
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				Hitomi growled. She pushed the toe of her heel down upon the tip of his length again. "I was pretty sure that I said that you are no longer allowed to speak? You are not allowed to speak! Unless I say otherwise you whimper, or nod or shake your head." She limited his language angrily. She let go of him, went for his thong and threw it back at him. "Get this on now. And then you are going to come on your hands and knees to me on the chair." She straddled his face again then bent down her legs opening on either side of him to demonstrate her silken folds glistening with pleasure. She took his face in her grip and pulled him up slightly. "Do not challenge me again. you will obey, or the pain you felt just now will be tripled. And you better nod this time if you understand. Understand?" She waited for him to nod then slapped him again. <br><br>She went to her chair and awaited for him to change. Once he had, she wiggled a finger for him to come. "Come and kneel at my feet." She waited for him to obey the command. Then she wiggled her foot at him. "Kiss it and apologize for acting like such a fool. Apologize for not acting like my proper passionate ハンサム stallion." Leaned back on the chair her arms crossed over her chest awaiting for him to comply. If he did he still had one last degree of punishment to complete. "Now lay over my lap, I want your cock between my knees. You are going to count every spank I give you." As soon as he was placed she tightest her legs so that he could just feel the pressure, it wouldn't hurt but he should be carefull that she didn't squeeze her little legs together. Then she brought her hand down in the first smack. She relentlessly went through twenty spanks with her solid palm. It burned up her arm, but she refused to give in. She was going to show him who was dominant in this relationship. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 15:59:18</strong>
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				Roberto regretted having spoken. He thought his words would make it clearer his will to submit. The way Hitomi pressed his shaft make him moan louder. The supply of blood through the veins was beginning to dangerously accumulate in his dick, making it to bulgeon even more. "Ahhhhhhhh". He feared this could ignite a new punishment but the Japanese girl saw it as part of his punishment. Fortunately, because Hitomi was about to ruin his shaft. A bit more of strength would turn his cock useless to say the least.<br><br>Roberto took the thong in the air. His reflexes had not been damaged and his strength seemed to recover slowly. Could he continue to fight? Even so, his mind was changed. It seemed that every order shouted by Hitomi was as unavoidable as a heartbeat. Every order was to be followed. Worse than that, every order was pure humiliation, especially taking into account the aggressive way Hitomi was speaking. In the end, he was feeling like...a silly pet.<br><br>The Italian nodded meaning he would no longer disobey her and would get on the thong. To his surprise, she slapped his face - why that if he was obeying her now? Roberto lowered his head submissively. One tear dropped from his eyes. Why was all happening to him? Humiliation was so corrosive to his mind that he could no longer be resilient to a mere slap in the face from the Japanese. Indeed, a slap in the face from a girl and being unable to defend himself was the most humiliating thing a macho man could be exposed to.<br><br>Putting on that leather thong was the most difficult thing he had done that night. In reality, it was the most difficult thing he had everf done in his life, Roberto thought. He could not believe his shaft was still erect - this made putting on the sexy thong a complicate task. As the thong was tight, it was difficult to roll it up - his muscles legs and hips made it rub from the knees up. He brought both legs closer to make it easier. However, the worst was to accomodate the dick inside the thong. He could not roll it as one would expect - his strong butt muscles did not apparently allow him to cover the dick, which ended up exposed, right above the thong. Hopefully, Hitomi would not get angry with him - the size was not appropriate. To any woman, Roberto continued to be such a hit man.<br><br>Hitomi was commanding Roberto to come...crawling. She was at a certain distance, so that he had to crawl a lot. Bitch, he thought. When he thought of saying these words loudly, an unbearable pain swept his head and he halted. Was she controlling him to this extent? It was impossible, he thought. After the pain decreased, Roberto continued.<br><br>Slowly, the handsome stallion respectfully approached her foot. He was the kind of man who had never paid attention to female feet but all of sudden, her feet looked gorgeus! He lowered his head and following her instructions, kissed it. He felt Hitomi might want something else and licked the top of both feet. It was delicious. In the end, what was supposed to be unpleasant turned pleasant. His way of behaving was changing. Minute after minute, the Japanese girl was controllling his will and thoughts more and more.<br><br>The following order was to lay on her lap - piece of cake. What was difficult to stand was her knees squeezing completely his shaft. That really hurt, more than the spanking which was to come. He did not expect the spanking to pain. However, after the initial counting.<br><br>"One, two, three, four". No major pain. But his dick was being squeezed as Hitomi seemed to noticed the spanking was not hurting the Italian.<br><br>"Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine". Roberto begins to moan in pain. Tears drop from his eyes.<br><br>"Ten, eleven, twelve". Roberto thinks about asking her to stop. He gives up when he remembers she is squeezing his dick with her knees....fortunately, not so strong as before.<br><br>"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen". Pain takes control of his body. He grabs the arms of the chair to control himself. He begins to cry desperatly and turns head to see Hitomi's face...she was angry indeed.<br><br>"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen". Pain becomes unberable. He never thought spanking the butts could be so painfull. His eyes begs for mercy when they meet Hitomi' sight.<br><br>"Twenty!". Hitomi, the bitch, spanked him even strongly at the same time she squeezes his dick harder. She stands up, causing Robertoi to fall to the ground on Hitomi's feet, rolling on the ground while gasping for air. Eyes roll as the man nearly faints.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 19:33:30</strong>
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				Hitomi rolled looking at him. She smirked with conflicting emotions. But of her wanted to kneel down beside him, gentally stroke his sore passionate length, and kissing her poor lover. Another part of her was disgusted with his tears, and wanted the strong man to return. She wanted to see the strong man bend to her wills without the dramatics. But Hitomi said nothing. Instead she pushed him with her foot till her rolled over onto his back and then she straddled his hips standing tall and proud above him. <br><br>She bent down so over her shoulder he could see her sweet little ass in the air, un-pained contry to his own. "I told you I wanted my proper passionate ハンサム stallion. The sooner you give me that, the sooner the pain will stop...well ease atleast. Then she laughed looking down past his chest to his length. She slowly ran her hand down across his cheek. "But it seems, your little man likes this." Hitomi laughed again, and laughing she took the ice bucket from the room and went to the bathroom. She filled it all the way with cold water. Then she came back and without any pause the contents of the bucket covered his face, chest , and dick. She stood over him. "You cry from a couple spankings? I thought stallions were supposed to be strong." She shook her head appearing disgusted. <br><br>Then she came down to her knees beside him. She stroked his wet cheek, kissed him tenderly across his temples, kissed both his eyelids gentally, she kissed his lips, using a single finger to encourage him to come into the kiss. Her free hand slide down his chest to come and stroke his raging erection through the thong. When she finally lifted her head away from her dark raven hair just caressing him she smiled. <br><br>"You are going to make a choice, Roberto." She informed him, as her hand slid into the thong to gentally stroke his cock. "Either you are going to bring me to pleasure, or I will give you release." She kissed his lips softly again. "I have a special toy in my bag, you are going to wear this toy while still in your thong, and I am going to sit in my chair, and you are going to officially show me how badly you want to please me by pleasing me with your tongue." She kissed him again, this time seeking entrance into his mouth to toy with that very tongue. While she kissed him, stealing into his mouth and demanding the hidden pleasures, she took his hand to her womanhood. She let him feel the dripping heavy pleasure that was there for a few teasing moments before she brought his hand away. She then brought it to his own dick and forced him to stroke his own dick through the thong's leather. She rose up to give him the second option. "Or...I will go to my chair, and you will stand before me. I will give you a hand job and let you release your pleasure, but the entire time you must beg me to be your Mistress, beg for your release, and afterwards you will again kiss my feet, and beg him to spank you again, thirty this time with my hairbrush." She kissed him softly on the lips. <br><br>"Do you want to pleasure me Roberto, or do you want me to pleasure you ハンサム stallion?" She rose slowly. "If you want to pleasure me, you will kiss my right foot. If you want me to pleasure you, then you will kiss my left foot. You are not allowed to speak yet, you have not yet earned that privilege."<br><br><br>Hitomi wanted for the Italian to make up his mind.<br><br>There was one of two worlds that he could enter...<br><br>The first was the one where he could give her pleasure formost. She would go to her suitcase in the bathroom and come out with an flashlight looking device. She casually threw it towards him for him to catch. It was a vibrating pussy light. "Put it on, then I want that dick back in the thong." What Robert didn't know was that Hitomi had the controller for the vibration. "Put it on low for now, but at no point are you allowed to cum? If you cum, you get punished." She informed him, and then she sat in her chair legs spread awaiting for him to come claim his prize. He would only work on her for a minute and she would begin using the remote, at will changing it to high, back to low, to medium, and to high again. She stressed again that he was not allowed to cum.<br><br>If the forbidden pleasures he wished to sample were from her hand, Hitomi smiled and went to her chair. She waited for him patiently to come to her, and when he was in front of her, she took pushed the thong down just enough to reveal his dick to her then she pulled him by it till he was right between her spread legs. Holding tightly her hand did not move right away. She waited till he had finished his first sentace of begging then she slowly slide her hand down his length. She let him feel her dry hand and then she stopped. "Spit on my hand." She made him obey and then she brought her newly lubricated hand and slowly side it against his length while she waited for the continuation of his plead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 18:58:46</strong>
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				The cold water only added more suffering to Roberto's wounds. The temperature in the room was hot, around 23 Celsius, but being washed with cold water made his body shiver in a mix of pain and cold. He moaned loudly, crouching over his own belly, in order to warm himself, his arms wrapping around each other. Inexplicably, his erection continued at full size. Would that be fear of displeasing the mighty, deadly Hitomi?<br><br>Surprisingly, Hitomi came to his help, inviting him to kiss her, caressing him, toying with his shaft. It was so good to be in peace with the girl! But Roberto knew her game - she was confusing him, to break his will, to make him act foolish. She wanted to play with his emotions, just this. Not again!!! When Hitomi placed his body in her pussy, he felt how she was craving for his body - her pussy was completely wet. This made Roberto overconfident - in reality, he thought, all those insults were not for real, Hitomi wanted his body, Hitomi wanted him! Roberto's eyes glimmered as he tried to stare at her eyes, which turned away. Her hands easily conducted his hands to his own shaft, forcing himself to stroke himself... not again! Teasing and moving away! Not again! He was a silly pet indeed!<br><br>When Roberto was expecting a more violent revenge for his silly attempt to resist to her female superiority, Hitomi proposed two courses of action, which seemed excludent and contradictory. Deep inside, Roberto was a bit stupid. Under normal circumstance, he could not deal well with apparently contradictory orders as the one given by Hitomi, let alone under that submissive situation.<br><br>Following that, Hitomi threw a device to be put on his shaft. Roberto thought he knew sex toys but he had never seen such a thing, full of colours and lights. At first, he almost panicked - would that thing inflict electric shocks in his cock? Were this true, he should fight back! Ahhhh! His head pained as the mere thought of resisting to Hitomi was becoming unbearable, she was invading his mind, forcing him to lose his own will. As there was no alternative was left, Roberto put on the device, which fit well. <br><br>Fortunately, the stallion began to enjoy the vibrations at low. Still standing, the Italian turned to Hitomi and smiled - it would be easy not to cum! To his surprise, something happened in the vibrator and that piece of shit began to move faster. He moaned, crouching and falling to his knees as resisting was becoming increasingly difficult. His entire muscled body collapsed, his muscles completely tensed, his body convulsionate... he could not cum! He moaned again as he body continued to shiver. It was clear for him that Hitomi wanted an answer! And soon!<br><br>This is why the Italian began to crawl towards Hitomi's feet. Almost sadistically, he tried to hold his cumming as the vibration increased again. Roberto moaned, tears dropped from his eyes as he was trying not to cum. "Mmmmmm". Roberto looked at both feet indecisively. Fighting&nbsp; was not an option any longer. His thoughts reviewed again his option. To please or to be pleased? The second proposal was much more convenient, but the first also had its appeal - the closer he approached to Hitomi's feet, his mind wanted to please the Japanese girl...submissively. His head pained every time at the mere idea of making something that could displease Hitomi. <br><br>Roberto could not make a decision. His eyes jumped from the right to the left and vice-versa repeatedly. Why that? He was the mighty stallion, the one all the girls wanted, the envied owner of Apollo's body! Why that? He could not make a simple decision. In the end, the stallion lowered his head and kissed the left foot and immediately after the right foot. He hoped Hitomi could understand his choice was for both options. He hoped he would not be punished for making the wrong decision.<br><br>Then, he raised his head and smiled at Hitomi as if asking whether she approved his choices.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2009, 21:16:58</strong>
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				Hitomi looked at him smiling. "You are intriguing, my ハンサム stallion." She leaned down and kissed the top of his head before she rose. "Allright, you want both? Then I will give you what you want. But now we must change the circumstance." She stood before him. "Crawl to the bed." She pointed him forward as she went to the bathroom and retrieved her brush. "Best of both words, my ハンサム stallion?" She again smiled coming to him and warming his ass with gentle circles against his flesh with the brush. She smiled and stroked him softly. She kissed each ass cheek and then stood again. "You are now to refer to yourself as the silly stallion. When you have began to prove yourself as a good pet, then you will be able to identify yourself..." She leaned down and licked the curves of his ears smiling. She whispered softly in his ears, "...you can refer yourself as my strong stallion." She laughed and kissed him again softly on the cheek. "I want my strong stallion. I want my strong stallion to listen to his Mistress and beg and nuzzle for my attention." Then she pulled back and gave him the first strong slap on his ass with her brush. "But, you are still hesitating. You obey!" She slapped him again on the other cheek with the back of the brush. <br><br>"For now you are still a silly stallion. I don't want a silly stallion, I want my strong stallion." She slapped him once more with the back of the brush. She stroked his hair slowly and kissed the top of his head. "Now this is what you will do. I am going to slap your ass thirty more times, as I planned with the second option, you will beg with each one." Then she turned the vibration on low for his pussy light. "While I am spanking you I am going to alternate speeds. One moment your little glove will be cherishing you at top, and the next as if you are as low as you are. you are still not allowed to cum. If you cum, I will neither please you, nor will you please me. Our time together will end if you cum without permission the rest of the night. You are going to have to beg for that privilege after you have been given permission to speak. For now you have this privilege, but only as I am spanking you. When I am not spanking you, you can not speak." She informed him of all her present rules. "Do you need me to go back over these? Shake your head yes or no." She demanded him. <br><br>"Beg while I spank you. Do not cum without permission. Do not speak when not being spanked." She simplified if he requested it. <br><br>Then she gave him the first five of his thirty spanks. She paused listening to him smiling, and then she quickened the speed of the toy wrapped around his dick. She leaned down to kiss both of his warmed ass cheeks again. She gentally massaged his ass cheeks while the vibrator stayed on high pleasuring him while she kissed his cheeks . Putting the brush down she slowly massaged his ass cheeks, his thighs, and his lower back, trying to give him more pleasure. Then she kissed the top of his crack and stood up again. "Mmm...men have the most gorgeous of behinds, and yours, ハンサム stallion have an amazingly perfect ass for spanking." As if to solidify her statement she slapped his ass ten more times. She paused to enjoy his begging for a few short moments, then leaned down, and kissed his ass again. "Are you enjoying this sweet ハンサム stallion? You may speak. Tell me how badly your cock wants to expload in pleasure. Are you surviving this, silly ハンサム stallion." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 20:41:32</strong>
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				Hitomi' smiles followed by a kiss only made Roberto's unidirectional way of thinking more difficult. He was not able to evaluate whether she had liked or not his choice. In reality, the Italian was so confused that he was not capable of making any choice. He was reduced to a mere mountain of useless muscles. All he was feeling was a mix of fear and excitement. Anyway, obeying was not difficult. Then, more humiliation - why silly stallion? Was he not a strong man? He wanted to argue, but his head pained at the same time she spanked his ass. Defenseless, he moaned in pain but he did not drop a tear this time. He wanted to reconquer his pride.<br><br>Roberto listened Hitomi carefully about how to implement option 2. In reality, his body was not yet fully recovered from the paralysis caused by Hitomi's grip on his dick, but he pretended he understood what she said. Even so, the silly stallion shook his head to mean yes. He smiled willing to please Hitomi but she did not even see that kindness. <br><br>He breathed deeply, closed his eyes, positioned his body in a more comfortable position, without letting Hitomi know what he was doing.<br><br>"Please spank me, Mistress Hitomi". And the spanking began. A swift, but strong hit on the butts. Roberto knew the first spanks would not hurt but that would become more painfull as the end approached. However, nothing prepared him for what was to come. Hitomi kissed his ass cheeks at the same time the vibrator was turned to the high speed. The stallion gasped for air. Instinctively, his body jerked a bit. All that situation was too erotic, it was really going to be a challenge to resist. He moaned in pleasure, one tear nearly dropped from his eyes - would he be able to win the challenge? And that was just the beginning. He wanted to turn to Hitomi and ask her to stop, just spank, but he did not have guts. What other evil idea could that Japanese girl have in mind? Or which other toy could she have in her luggage?<br><br>The following blows were indeed more terrible. While the pain was growing, the pleasure continued the same - both the vibrator and Hitomi's caresses were driving him crazy. His head began to pain, his body began to sweat, his breath began desperate. He did not want to disappoint Hitomi but she was making that particularly difficult. After the ten first spanks, Hitomi stopped and asked his opinion about his control on cumming, allowing him to speak - the Mistress knew that not cumming was by far the most difficult. Roberto took advantage of the pause and his right hand cupped his cock, as if trying to hold cumming and control himself, calm down his body. By breathing slower, his heart beats decreased and fewer blood was pumped into his shaft. He had to be as smart as he could - this is why he decided to lie.<br><br>"Hitomi, this is being very painful. And you are making this very nice by teasing me. Thank you", Roberto said with a shy smile. "I am surviving well, I will resist besides enjoying this very much!". When the Italian said the last sentence, his head nearly exploded in pain. Her mind control techniques had somehow undermined his entire free will, so that he could no longer lie to Hitomi. He cried like a baby. Were Hitomi not holding his waistline, the Italian would have fallen to the ground. Had she known what happened? The mere thought that Hitomi could read his mind frightened the strong man even more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 06:55:43</strong>
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				She shook her head. "Roberto you are disappointing me." She said shaking her head again. "Stand." She commanded simply. <br><br>When Roberto stood. She went to the ice bucket and brought it back. "Hold this with your teeth." She commanded. Her eyes were harsh. She was angry with him and he was going to pay for it. She then pushed his thong down to the middle of his thighs, she took off the pussy light without slowing it down so it had an audible pop as it filled the room with it's sound of vibration. "Get down on your hands and knees, keep the bucket in your mouth." She told him. <br><br>"You are a silly stallion. And now silly stallion has been bad. You are only allowed to refer to yourself as an silly stallion. Not you. Not me. Not I. You have not earned those privileges.&nbsp; You can say Mistress' silly stallion, silly stallion. That is it till I give you permission otherwise. You also should have down you are not allowed to touch yourself without permission. Who said you could cup your cock? Do not answer. You were not allowed." Hitomi walked around him as she spoke, the click of her heels ominous. She expected him to know certain things. Since he didn't he was going to be&nbsp; punished for them. "Shake your head if you understood." She waited for conformation. Then she brought her hand down and spanked his balls with her hand and then his ass with the brush. <br><br>"And you lied to me." She told him. "You are telling me what you think I want to hear." She growled angrily. "You do not know what I want to hear. You are a silly stallion. You will only again regain your right to speak freely when you have become an strong stallion." She slapped his ass again. "You are not surviving well, because you would have answered and there would have never been a problem." She growled. "Instead you broke, and that tells me that you lied, and that you are no longer going to be allowed to lick me." She slapped his ass again. "And you cried. You are supposed to be growing into my strong stallion." She&nbsp; she turned and she kneeled by his face. She lifted his chin so that he was looking at her. She kissed and licked the tracks of his tears away. Her sent would surround him. He would see softness regain in her eyes. She stroked his hair and soothed her hand down his body. <br><br>"I don't expect y ou to be strong yet. Not strong enough to be surviving well. But, you will. You will go stronger, you will become my strong stallion." She told him in a soft voice. And then she kissed his forhead and rose. "But, you lied to me. That I can not forgive. You touched yourself without permission. That is not allowed. You referred to yourself as if you have the right. You do not. You are only allowed to refer to yourself as silly stallion or Mistress' silly stallion until I say otherwise." She again walked around him and then she kneeled to one knee and stroked his balls from behind. She caressed his warm ass and kissed it. She started to stroke him lightly with her hand while she kissed his ass. And then she kissed down his ass crack till she reached his brown rose. She slowly started to kiss it then she just started entering her tongue, gentally tongue fucking him. <br><br>Then all of the sudden all her stimulation was gone. All of the sudden she was no where near him. He only heard a very few clicks. he heard growls but her heard nothing that he would have wanted to know she was still there to comfort him. She was no where near him. She instead layed on the bed her legs splayed open so he saw her aroused womanhood. <br><br>"Go. Go outside, as you are. Do not lift your thong, do not stand completely. Crawl to the door. Raise to your knees and open it. Crawl down the hall. Crawl down the hall with the bucket between your teeth. Crawl down the hall to the hotel ice machine. Fill the entire bucket with ice and return here." She told him, her voice colder then ever. <br><br>"And when you return. You will place the ice bucket on the floor before me. You will crawl on top of it, till it is under your hips. Under your hips, and you will lower your hips till your cock is submerged within the ice." She started explaining his torture. "You will lift and lower your hips. Lift and lower, fuck the ice with that roaring silly cock of yours." She explained his punishment. "For fiveteen minutes you will fuck it. And then you will finally have permission to come and beg for my forgiveness." Her sentences had been rather clipped. The whole persona had changed to a cold Mistress. His beauty was angry, and he was going to pay for being the one that angered her. <br><br>"Silly Stallion?" She said finally her voice ice, all the warmth from earlier gone from her eyes. "If you disobey. If you do not perform this punishment to my satisfaction. I will leave. Our night will be over. Perform this correctly, perform this to my satisfaction, or you will never have the pleasure you seek from your Mistress." She told him. <br><br>"Now go!" She told him, screaming the last furious. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:52:02</strong>
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				The muscular Italian did not understand why he had let Hitomi down – he was following every single order strictly. Or would she have suspected something from his headaches? Panic released more adrenaline into his blood, but the effect did not make his senses heightened, waiting&nbsp; for punishment. On the contrary, his entire body began to shiver, as if anticipating something terrible was about to happen. Even so, his shaft remained erect and he submissively stood up. Just as Hitomi wanted, he thought.<br><br>The Italian eyes did not stop looking at Hitomi’s butts swaying while she walked towards the ice bucket. She was a&nbsp; living goddess, this thought could not abandon his mind. This explained why he could not defeat her, why no bruises appeared in her body after the fight. His eyes were shining when he gladly held the ice bucket with his teeth. Hitomi was clearly angry but the adrenaline in his blood was making him feel happy, comfortable with his pathetic situation. Her hands touched him and rolled down his thong, rubbing accidentally his well-torned hips – that was much more difficult to resist than the vibrator and he moan in pleasure deeply… until she increased the speed of the electric pussy!<br><br>At first, that was simply awful! His body began to convulsionate as the breathing increased in an attempt to neutralize the effects of the vibration. His eyes turned from happiness to despair in a matter of seconds! The mere act of getting down to hands and knees was tormenting. He nearly ejaculated twice in this short move, let alone what was to come! The order? It was clear: to crawl to the ice machine, fill in the bucket and come back…could he stand that? Before the strong man could walk, Hitomi taught him again his position: silly stallion! He did not understand why that was happening. He had behaved himself well! His thoughts were confusing, the control of Hitomi over his brain was so complete that his adverse memories were being selective deleted. All he could feel was the cling of her high heels circling him. He began to sweat…again. Was that normal? Would that be effect of the grip on his cock?<br><br>Roberto shook his head, just to feel an unbearable pain. Mistress Hitomi had slapped his balls and ass with her brush. This time, his resilience to pain helped again – the strong stallion did not even moan, he was expecting something like that, so he had enhaced his physical and psychological defenses.&nbsp; He just wanted to know whether he was bleeding – he lowered his head to look at his balls. He sighed in relief: apparently the balls were not bleeding!<br><br>Hitomi’s voice came again angrily, complaining about his lies. Which lies, Roberto wanted to ask, but the powerful Japanese did not allow him to say a word. <br><br>Another spanking on his butt. Roberto gasps for air and holds his ejaculation again. That was going to be harder than he had imagined. His eyes got dizzy, his arms suddenly weakened. He wanted to shout "Nooooooooooooo", but his head began to pain at the mere thought of acting foolish. <br><br>Fortunately, compensation came soon – she kissed his tears...&nbsp; even angry, the touch of her lips was like a bless, a sublime wind coming from Paradise… his eyes, closed because he did not dare staring at the Mistress, were dreaming of her body, under his… Oh my God!, he thought. Her silky hands began to touch his head, it was a new change, a pleasant one. His entire body was now making more efforts not to cum than due to the vibrator – in reality, Roberto slowly noticed that the vibrator was nearly becoming effectiveless after so much time of stimulus and resistance. As Hitomi’s hands caressed the muscles in his back, the defeated Italian tensed them, to make them bulge, in order to show he could be her strong stallion again. His biceps and triceps came to his their full size, what seemed to be fat turned into hard muscles, everywhere in his body a complete transformation was taking place. Yes! He was a strong stallion! In the end, he tensed his butts’ muscles, so that she could see the damage caused by her punishment, in the hope next spanks would not be that bad.<br><br>Then, even before that demonstration, Hitomi dismissed him. What? Was he not a strong stallion? How could that be? His head pain, he forced his eyelids, to control his pain. Yes, Roberto had lied, he admitted to himself even without remembering what was going on. After all, it was good – the Japanese goddess kissed him. His entire body shivered again and he moaned in pleasure, arching over his belly. Such was the power of Hitomi over Roberto that the mere touch, even without any malice, was enough to drive the Italian nuts. Her seductive, calming voice was feeding hope that he could become a strong stallion. Wait! Wasn’t he strong? Everything was confused as Roberto’s dumbness was not helping at all. Who cared. He thought when he felt her hands stroking his balls…that was divine. Again, his body jerked in reaction to her soft touch. How could exist such a woman? <br><br>Roberto’s body fell to the ground when he began to fuck his asshole. Once more, his body convulsionate, his breath went out of control. His eyes rolled. His heart beats increased steadly - he was even missing some beats! It was amazing, he had never experienced that before…it was a pity it did not last long. His shaft was almost cumming, but he resisted. His head pain as all blood was being delivered to his dick. Roberto did not know his muscles holding ejaculation were damaging his inner cannal – he did not care that. All he cared was to please the Mistress as a silly stallion would do. When he finish delivering him such a pleasure, he opened his eyes, which were glimmering in happiness. The view Roberto had? Hard to describe for a slave like him: with her legs spread, Hitomi was showing her pussy, the one he wanted desperately to fuck. He was indeed a silly stallion, because he could already have fucked her pussy were he not so stupid! Silly stallion, you deserved it!<br><br>His eyes were hypnotized by the red coulous of her pussy. It took some seconds for him to go to the hotel hall (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg2038829#msg2038829), crawling, just as Mistress Hitomi had ordered. Roberto was so glad he could help her – maybe she wanted to drink something with ice. He tried to crawl as fast as he could. Mistress Hitomi should not wait.<br><br>After some 15 minutes, the strong man, reduced to his pathetic, hopeless situation, came back. Just as he had gone one, with the thong in the middle of his muscular hips. Hitomi was toying with the strong man in that hotel, let alone what she could do to the others, Roberto tought. Obediently, he landed the ice bucket full of ice in front of Hitomi and raised his head slowly. His eyes gazed at her hot, wet, red pussy. Was Hitomi sure that Roberto should do that? Wouldn’t that spoil his shaft, which could have better uses for the Mistress as a toy for her own pleasure. Looking for confirmation of her previous order, his glimmering eyes, showing he was glad to obey her, raised slowly…he saw her flat stomach, her round breasts, her throat, her lips - her goddess-like white body. Then her angry eyes locked his. The question was clear in his silly face: should he fuck the ice bucket? Or was she just pretending she wanted Roberto to do that?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 00:43:28</strong>
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				She sat patiently watching him. She did not change her appearance in the least. Her eyes never diverted from his own. She felt sad, she felt sad that she had to keep back from him so. She wanted to give him pleasure. But, he had to properly fall to her first. He was close though....her eyes seemed to glow in pleasure at the idea of giving him that pleasure. And she was going to give him an opportunity to regain the opportunity to suck her. Because if she could sit on his face, and assist his pleasure then the time she had paid to be with Roberto would drive her absolutely mad with pleasure. <br><br><br>"Silly stallions hesitate. A strong stallion would start fucking that ice, do it as quickly as possible so then achieve his Mistress's desire." She leaned back. "When will you stop being a silly stallion, Roberto." She sighed and layed back. "Start silly stallion or you will find yourself sorely disappointed for how the night is going to go." She told him with an light growl in her voice. <br><br>"Fiveteen minutes, and then you can come here to my lap. And then you can beg for the rest of your spankings." She told him with a small laugh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 17:11:38</strong>
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				With his glimmering eyes locked on hers, Roberto nodded. In reality, he did not even understand why he had asked Hitomi again. The Mistress' instructions were as clear as the ice he was going to fuck. He wanted to be the strong stallion for the Mistress - she deserved the best he could offer. Again, as those silly guys in the gym who like to show themselves off, he tensed his chest muscles, which bulgeoned. His pecs (http://photo.mensfitnessmagazine.co.uk/images/library_UK_0/daniel_craig_pecs_workout_1_22_7.jpg) were not less admirable and teasing than his arms and abs - most girls would never dare challenging him... Unfortunately (or fortunately?), he met one might girl who showed him his right place! Silly stallion! It seemed that the brainwashing process had completely changed his perception now. No longer would the Italian look down at a girl with the disdain of those who feel superior. Girls are dangerous was the message implicitly being recorded in his thoughts by Hitomi.<br><br>Still smiling, Roberto landed his shaft in the ice bucket. Some ice stones fell outside, clinging on the floor. It took some seconds for the silly stallion to notice what Hitomi had done to him. His face could not longer keep smiling. His breath speeded. His eyes were frozen. When he fucked the ice bucket for the tenth time - no longer than one minute after the beginning -, anxiety was beginning to grow in his eyes. The Italian wanted to be strong, to show Hitomi he was worth serving the Mistress. However, even all his resilience to pain had not prepared him to that. The temperature around his shaft began to decrease faster and his shaft lost part of his size. Indeed, the harsh touch of his shaft with the ice stones was nearly causing his shaft to bleed. After five minutes, he moaned&nbsp; in pain, his arms' muscles tensed, his belly was shivering. Some minutes more, still before the 15 minutes, Roberto raised his head and saw Hitomi's pussy. Now, his shaft was greatly reduced, Hitomi could no longer find it useful, he thought. His eyes dropped some tears, not tears of pain, but tears of not being able to please the Mistress. The silly stallion raised his head to Hitomi once more... begging for mercy...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 18:55:33</strong>
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				Hitomi smiled and rose her hand. "Stop, Roberto." She commanded simply. It had pained her to see him go through his pain, but she had felt that now she could be sure he was begginning to learn his lessons. Now was the time to comfort him before his punishment continued. She had an impressive man. She wanted to adore his body, but it had to be on her times. <br><br>"Remove yourself from the ice, Roberto, and come to your Mistress. Crawl up and you may lay your head in my lap and rest for a few moments." She informed him. She opened her arms to him and awaited his entrance. <br><br>When he was there she lifted his head by a single finger placed under his chin and she kissed him long hard and deeply. Her tongue explored his mouth, demanding access and then demanding he share his treasures. She stroked his hair, down his back, down his ass softly grabbing and digging her nails in to further haul him closer to her. When she pulled away she had soft eyes for him again. "You are getting better, my silly stallion. Do you understand that you fought your Mistress in the begginning? That's why you had to be spanked. And do you understand you must tell her the truth, even if it is not what she wants to hear? That is why you had to retrieve and use the ice." She told him stroking across his cheek. <br><br>"Refer to yourself properly as my silly stallion, but you are free to answer this. Are you ready to start pleasing your Mistress, ハンサム?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 19:26:38</strong>
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				Roberto's eyes were brighting when Hitomi commanded him to stop fucking the ice. In reality, his dick was almost gone: a far cry from his majestic size, Roberto's cock was reduced in size to a very little size. To make things worse, the scratches resulting from the fuck were bleeding slightly. The touch of the blood with the coldness of the ice only added pain to his dick. That was the most horrible thing he had experienced not only that night, but in his whole life. Could his dick serve Hitomi well?<br><br>When he stopped, his tears changed from pain to happiness. His face was still terrified by the utter pain caused by the mind and physical control of Hitomi but he hoped change was possible. He wanted Hitomi would no longer play her games of tit for tat. He wanted to adore her body, to give her all the pleasure he could. He did not even care if Hitomi wanted to practice martial arts against him. Whatever the silly stallion could do to please the Mistress, he would do.<br><br>Following her instructions, the Italian with no more tears crawled towards her gorgeous body and hesitantly laid his head on the Goddess' lap. First, his eyes gazed her pussy, which was exhaling pleasure. It was wet and the scent coming from it was much more than aphrodisiac. Were he not in such hopeless situation, he would advance to her pussy to lick and suck her. Just as the animal he used to be. However, he was a pathetic, stupid slave and he deserved to suffer, to be deprived from her pussy! <br><br>Right after this glorious moment, surprisingly Hitomi kissed Roberto. It was such an invasion, he had never thought a girl could have such a powerful tongue. Roberto felt violated by the intrusive tongue of his Mistress. She forced his tongue down - he knew this was to show who was in charge now. He was the weak sex was the submliminar message in that kiss. When he was starting to enjoy, Hitomi stopped and repeated all the same lessons. Roberto was such a pathetic being. Silly stallion! He wanted to be powerful but he was a dumb, he knew it, he should have known that. <br><br>The silly stallion could not control himself. Hitomi's power over him were so utter that he felt guilty in a way he had never felt before. His tears began to fall again from his eyes. Shortly after, Roberto was crying desperately in Hitomi's lap. His hands were trembling, his body was moaning to show all his psychological suffering. His head was nearly blowing. That verbal reprimand was too much for him. All he could do was to nod. "Yes, my Mistress, silly stallion is ready..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 20:22:21</strong>
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				She kissed him softly. She kissed him again through his tears after he replied to her. She rose him up with that same demanding kiss, and when she released him she smiled. "Good, then you are no longer silly stallion. You are back at stallion, ハンサム stallion is better, but you may only refer to yourself as stallion." She told him and kissed him lightly again, this time not demanding the same submission as before, instead gifting him with softness. She kept him close as she ran her hands across his body. She kissed away his tears. She held his body tightly stroking him till he calmed. <br><br>"Now, stallion. You have proved that you are not so silly, you learned from your mistakes. Now you are going to rest, I am going to order you some food, and you will eat it and rest until I say otherwise understand? Nod, you re not allowed to speak again." She informed him as she turned away from him. She eased his head down upon the pillows and softly stroked him, pulling the thong back up to cover his shrunken manhood. She kissed him on the forhead and went to the phone. She ordered four clean empty bowls, an seared done steak, an hearty tuna fillet with grilled mixed vegtables, and finally an rosemarry chicken breast with an small salad. When she had it all she asked for an mojoto and sake. Then smiling she hung up. <br><br>While she waited she came over and kissed Roberto. She came and brought him p so that he could once more rest his head in her lap while they waited for the food. Smiling she kissed him. "Roberto, when the food comes, you will get up and walk upright in your thong, and you will retrieve the food without looking anything more then the strong stallion you are supposed to be becoming. Understood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 00:45:03</strong>
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				Roberto's hear sincerely was filled with such a joy that he could not describe, were he asked. Hitomi kissed him once more, in a more passionate way! It was his redemption! Had not his penis so damaged, he could had ejaculated. Fortunately, the vibrator had broken due to the ice and had fallen down to the ground, useless for Roberto's relief.<br><br>If Roberto was thinking clearly, he was not yet a strong stallion. However, Hitomi had recognized he no longer was silly! He wanted to celebrate it, but the only way he found was to happily smile at his Mistress. His eyes were saying "you are so good to me, thank you!". While looking at her dark eyes, he felt her silky hands soothing his body, exploring his muscles, making his hair stand on their ends. His shaft did not react - was it still useful? His body shivered as the Mistress caressed him. Softness was so good and Hitomi was unbeatable in this matter too.<br><br>Amazingly, Hitomi was laying Roberto on the bed and looking after him. What a change in such a short period of time! Indeed, Roberto had already forgot that his punishment was not yet over. Now he was the king. Hitomi had finally recognised Roberto's value and was going to make it up for all her harshness! Satisfaction filled his mind and a slight pain began to grow until he moaned low, jerking his body. The Japanese martial artist even rolled up his thong - for the first time, the thong fit into into waist as his shaft was no longer large and erect. He felt protected - deep inside, he forgot all the mess had started because of that thong. By dressing Roberto, Hitomi had completed the humiliation of the poor Italian. From Roberto' side, the concern was only with the size of his shaft. Was Hitomi interested in that tiny member? Who know the strange tastes of the Japanese culture? After all, Japanese men are famous for their smalls dicks, legends says so.<br><br>After ordering the food - was it for Roberto?, he questioned himself -, Hitomi came back and cuddled the Italian again on her comfortable lap. Another tender kiss. That was delicious. And one more order: to behave like a strong stallion! That was his dream, something he was dying for since he entered the room. Would Hitomi actually allow him? His eyes glimmered while Hitomi's lips commanded him - the best order she had ever given to him! His excitement was visible. He inflated his lungs, so that his pecs muscular began to grow. His shining eyes meant he had understood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 01:56:40</strong>
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				She laughed softly as she stroked his face. "Settle down stallion." She told him. Then she gripped his chin a little more firmly. "You have a reprieve for now. You can still anger me and become a silly stallion again, you still have fiveteen more spanks to complete, and you are still not allowed my pussy, you lost that opportunity with lieing to me." She informed him. Then she released him and patted his head. "Now lie down and relax. You are not finished yet." Then she narrowed in and whispered darkling against his ear. "Do not worry...you will survives...and soon you manhood will revive and then you will receive the pleasure you want." She leaned back, and added in a stern voice again, "The pleasure you could have received if you would have obeyed long ago as you were meant to." As if to solidify her point she lightly spanked his ass with her hand. "Now you only have fourteen you still must complete." She told him.<br><br>She then turned him and had him relax. "Lay down stallion on your stomach." And she straddled his knees and began to massage him slowly, taking her time with his shoulders, and then taking even more pleasure slowly with his arms kissing a long line as she went. "Isn't it better to have an happy Mistress? Isn't it better when you are obeying and pleasing her?" She awaited his response smiling. <br><br>She was working down to his lower back when the food arrived. She came off of him. "Go, Stallion. Go and receive our food properly, then set it at the desk and kneel on the ground legs opened, you are to place your hands inside your thong and hold you stallion cock till I say otherwise."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:11:35</strong>
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				After a new reprimand by Hitomi, Roberto simply obeyed her. No choice was left to him. He laid down and the teasing voice, with her tongue licking his earlobe, gave him some hope... his shaft would revive! Could he believe her? Was she being serious? For a goddess, nothing was impossible. This was his hope as his dick was so seriously damaged that he did not believe it could work again. He swallowed dry and left a lonely tear fall from his right eyes at the same time he sniffed resignated to his situation - he could not please the goddess... but she did not want to be pleased after all!<br><br>Then, Hitomi started again to confuse the poor Italian, spanking him. It seemed all was beginning all over again. He prepared his body to resist once more. Unconsciously, he released that tranquilizing adrenaline into his blood, which would make him dumber. Following her instructions, the stallion laid on his stomach without daring to look at the Japanese girl's eyes. He knew the worst was to come. But this time, Hitomi was teasing him, caressing his shoulders, his back, kissing his arms. His head was completely confused. his neurons should be sending wrong pieces of information to the brain. When questioned by the Mistress, of course that was better, but he did not know whether he was allowed to answer. Unintentionally, he muttered: "Much better, Mistress Hitomi!" He swallowed dry as he noticed a rule might have been broken. To avoid her prompt reaction, he begged: "Please spank me!"<br><br>To Roberto's greatest luck, the food arrived and Hitomi left him alone. She wanted him to act like a stallion, to be strong, to be virile. That he knew how to be. Trembling, still groggy from all the mental confusion Hitomi was causing on him, Roberto stood up. He was a far cry from the overconfident Roberto who had entered the room with Hitomi. Even so, he made a great effort to stand up, to stay upright. His body, without bruises, was paining from the foot to the head. When he tensed his pecs muscles, an unbearable pain swept it, causing him to jerk. The same happened when he flexed his arms muscles and stretched his arms above his head to expose his abs.<br><br>When he got to the door, Roberto found the gorgeous waitress (http://www.bighospitality.co.uk/download/600/waitress2.gif). She was physically quite differently from Hitomi. For a second, he did not notice how pathetically dressed he was. All he was willing was to show up how strong the stallion was. After some instants, he was smiling as if flirting with the girl. Those were his basic womanizer's instincts coming back. Kindly, the waitress dodged his flirts and handed him in the plates. Roberto brought them to Hitomi with a large smile on his face, showing his body off, and landed everything at Hitomi's feet. His silly smile was saying something like: see, this is your strong stallion coming back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:35:32</strong>
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				Hitomi raised an eye. She was surprised she felt jealous feelings but she saw his flirtatious smiles. She rose a brow, but took her time. She smiled at him deceptively as he coming back to her. She rose the dominant furious Hitomi back. <br><br>"Are you going to make your Mistress wait for you to get into the postion she told you to? Or are you going to flirt with the waitress longer then obey?" She said an tight tone in her voice. She moved past the tray to the door, and then out to the hall way. She called to the girl. <br><br>The girl came inside and Hitomi went to the bathroom and pulled out a thousand dollars as if it was nothing and handed it to the girl. She came over to Roberto almost laughing in her eyes. "Roberto bend over." Hitomi said sharply. The girl came behind him and gave him five spanks on his ass, and the gripped his balls from behind in a tight squeeze. Hitomi thanked the girl and as if nothing happened the waitress walked back out. Hitomi walked till she was standing before Roberto again. <br><br>"Do not gloat. Do not strut around like a silly stallion. You are supposed to be improving. If I wanted a peacock I would have deemed you so." Then she kneeled down and lifted him by his chin between her thumb and pointer finger, making him look at her in the eyes. "Do I not tell you when you can speak? Did I not say when you placed the tray on the desk that you were to get down into postion? Hands in your thong holding your dick, legs spread apart?" She asked her voice still tight. Then she rose again. She went to the desk. She took one bowl and filled it with bottled water, that had been available on the desk. Then she filled each bowl with half the meal from each plate. Finally she set it down on the floor before him.<br><br>"An stallion would have gotten to use his hands to eat. An strong stallion would have been given an fork to eat." She looked down at him her the toe of her heel raising and falling irritated. "You are showing off, thus further hurting yourself. If you walked relaxed her body wouldn't hurt causing you to jerk. If you didn't strut around like a peacock I wouldn't be annoyed." She informed him annoyed. "You will eat with your hands still in your thong. Good luck." She informed him raising a brow. "I want those bowls licked clean. You will be allowed to speak only to ask for water. And then you will crawl to the bed." She went back down and held his chin so he looked at her. "You will crawl to the bed, and you will have to non verbally beg for my attention. Nuzzle...lick my shoes...lick my hands...if you try and lick my cunt or breasts or come up onto the bed, you will be spanked." She informed him. <br><br>"I do not want to spank him." She warned before she finally released him. <br><br>She walked away, and went and prepared an small plate of vegtables, half an chicken and half an fish fillet for her to eat. She decided to give him the rest of the steak and the remainder of the vegtables. She added it to his bowls and then she took it to the bed and began to eat slowly watching him to insure he obeyed properly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 16:16:15</strong>
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				Roberto was already coming back when Hitomi shouted at him. He noticed she was feeling jealous, he might be taking control of situation again. After snorting like a horse, he smiles silly at Hitomi, showing off his abs muscles as she had never seen before. This is what you are missing, he thought. However, Hitomi disappeared from the room and came back with the gorgeous waitress! Great! He would fuck two girls at once! At least, the dumb Italian thought so. More confusion was about to come.<br><br>When the sexy Japanese came back, the stallion was ordered to bend over. What was she planning to him? Suddenly, the spanks began, not so strongly as Hitomi's... it was the girl! Why that? Had something changed all the girls in the world? Why was he feeling the supreme humiliation? Should he fear all the girls? His dick was still tiny when the girl squeezed his balls. Differently from Hitomi, who seemed to be experienced in that devil art, the way the waitress did was harsher. Roberto fell to the ground, collapsing and moaning in pain. Possibly his testicles had been damaged. Now, not only did he not have a proper dick, but also his balls were useless. These thoughts troubled his mind. How could that happen to a macho man? Were the girls becoming dominant all over the world? Such was the pain that Roberto fainted momentarily.<br><br>When he opened his eyes, he saw Hitomi's heels in front of him. Hitomi was clearly upset because he had showed off to that girl. Didn't she want the strong stallion? A stallion does not fuck a single partner - it is meant to have sex with all the females around! His animals' instincts were speaking louder than Hitomi had previously thought. Swiftly, she took his chins and locked her eyes on his. He swallowed dry - another reprimand was about to start. The dumb stallion had confused everything...again. It was going to be harder to become a strong stallion than Roberto had thought. Her mind control was so pervasive that his memory of previous orders seemed to have been damaged. Was he turning into a useless minion?<br><br>Roberto sat where Hitomi ordered and listened to her preparing the dishes. He did not dare raising his head. All of sudden, the Mistress was sitting in front of him, dictating more orders about how to eat. Her inculcation process was designed to subvert every single aspect of his individuality. Now, Roberto was no longer allowed to eat using forks. Like a primitive CroMagnon, he began to the food on the plate, using just his hands. After most was eaten, he lowered his head and like a dog, he began to lick everything left. Pathetic scene for such a fine male specimen! He was so nervous that no water was asked. <br><br>With his mouth completely dirty, Roberto crawled towards the bed slowly. The stallion was completely disorientated. If Hitomi continues to indoctrinate him like that, soon he would become a vegetable...or an actual animal. He had to react. By arriving on the bed, Roberto waited for Hitomi to finish her meal. He did not raise his eyes to her. All he was focusing on was her toes. The same toes that raised and fell irritated with his flirt on the waitress. Maybe that was a good starting point, the pathetic being thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 18:27:51</strong>
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				Hitomi finished her meal and rose ignoring Roberto. She went for the desk and set it down, she poured herself an small shot of sake and then turned back to the bed. She walked very slowly. She walked very slowly her hips moving in a slow dance. She walked the slow dance till she was just behind him and her scent and spirit filled him. She moved her hands possessively over his ass. She didn't squeeze his ass, but she did continue to esplore. An single finger soothed over his spine, slowly crawling up till she was at the nape of his neck. Then she smiled and pulled back at his ear. "Did I ever tell you hesitate?" She growled. And then moved away from him and sat upon the bed. She wiggled her toes still looking very impatient within him. "Maybe I was wrong, maybe I choose someone who would always be a silly stallion." She shook her head. "I wonder if they still have the book down at the front desk with faculty...I'm sure no one would mind if I said was dissatisfied and wanted someone new. An few extra hundred would be worth it to have at least an stallion who can please, instead of an silly colt." She was speaking aloud as if she was speaking to herself her thoughts, but the tone in her voice would clue him in that this was an serious threat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 19:45:25</strong>
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				As Hitomi was speaking, panick was taking over Roberto's mind. He was completely desperate, the mere idea of losing the Mistress was driving him crazy. He had to controle himself, to calm down! To make it up the threat, he turned himself to her feet, straddled over her knees, his tiny cock on her knees, his knees next to her ankles. From that angle, Hitomi could see the damage she had caused in his bruised butt's cheeks - seh could punish him whenever she wanted. It was amazing how weakling such a strong man was deep inside.<br><br>Roberto leaned his body over Hitomi's feet. Indecisively, he looked at both feet and decided to go for the left one - normally, the left side was the most ignored and for this reason, it was the most easily excitable, he remembered this lesson from the times he was a strong stallion. Slowly, his tongue came outside his mouth and he began to touch the hop of her foot with the tip of his tongue. Normal girl would feel goosebumps at the simultaneous view of this statuesque body and his tongue licking them. Nevertheless, Hitomi was a different girl and Roberto knew it - as the Mistress as special, she deserved more. His tongue then began to lick the tip of her toes, and ended up in the smallest toe. He began to fuck it with his mouth as if his mouth were a core and the tiny toe, a shaft. Wait! Wasn't he supposed to be the shaft? Who cared! As long as Hitomi was feeling pleased, the stallion would be fine. After all, he was just an animal.<br><br>His tongue moved to the largest toe and started the same moves. He decided to use his secret weapon: both hands moved away from his waistline. The first touched the bottom of the other foot, while the second caressed the inner hips of hips. Roberto was not sure about the outcome, but he hope the Mistress would be enjoying. A lot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 20:20:31</strong>
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				Hitomi raised an brow but did not say anything. She watched him go to work and she enjoyed without thought for a short time. She let him go to work then she pulled her feet from his touch. "Roberto come back." She commanded quickly. "Come up here and rest at my side." She told him and waited for him. <br><br><br>She was thrilled...but she was stunned that he had let things happen as he had. She could have long ago been stroking his cock or he could have tasted her womanhood by now. She truly wondered about her choice, but yet she was found of him. She found him endearing. She reached for him so that she could take him and she brought his hand to her hips. "Rest, Roberto. You need to gain strength back, and we still have much time we can enjoy eachother." She informed him. <br><br><br>She stroked his arms and softly treasured him with an occasional kisses until she could be sure he had started to regain his strength. And then she told him to kneel in the proper postion. <br><br>"I am going to test you. I am going to test you, prove yourself, and we will see how much damage you inflicted upon your dick." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 20:33:37</strong>
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				Hesitantly, Roberto raised his eyes as Hitomi ordered him to rest next to her. What was she doing? Another game to fool him? More torture? She seemed fed up with his stupidity. His hands calmly landed on Hitomi' strong hips, his eyes looking down, fearing to face the Mistress. She was so evil, so powerful that anything he did was imperfect, insufficient to her eyes. The damage was done and she could not longer enjoy his body. Probably, he would be returned soon, he was foreseeing. The Italian was so nervous that he did not feel her caresses... to his mind, caresses were so intertwined with suffering that he was waiting for the worst.<br><br>Submissively, without saying a word, without arguing, without thinking about what he had done, the stallion kneeled as ordered where she wanted him to be. His body was remarkable, although he was emotionally unbalanced. He was ready to be tested whatever Hitomi meant about that. Hopefully the testing would not encompass more pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 21:06:33</strong>
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				Hitomi smile and rose to stand before you. "You may speak to answer my questions, refer to yourself properly. What are you?" She asked simply. She waited for the response, but she seemed confident that he would please her. Then her next question came. "And who is your Mistress?" She asked still confident. Then she caressed his cheek. <br><br><br>"I have decided to treat you." And then she slowly moved till she was behind him. "You answer correctly, and you receive a kiss. Your kisses will be tallied up at the end of your quiz." She explained. And then she grinned and lifted his chin to look her in the eyes. "When we are done, if your kisses equal up to fourteen you will not receive any more punishment spanks. You will instead be allowed to receive those kisses on your body. Where ever you wish." She said and smiled leaning down and kneeling on one knee to kiss. <br><br><br>"How do you please your Mistress?" Then she smoothed her hand down across his hair. "What is the most gorgeous of your body ハンサム stallion ?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 21:29:21</strong>
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				Roberto watched Hitomi standing in front of him. She was the perfect woman, nothing could be better than what was under that pale skin. Even so, he feared her games, she was too powerful to be relied on. His eyes were still showing that anxiety caused by her evil moves which inflicted him so much pain and suffering.<br><br>With his head lowered, he whispered. "I am a stallion". After listening to the second question, he shook his head towards Hitomi's body. "Mistress Hitomi is my Mistress." Folllowing that, Hitomi started a new game. She was good at starting games, changing rules, just to make hims confused. But now, there would be rewards rather than punishment. Each right question meant a kiss on his body. The mere idea caused his body to shiver. Roberto closed his eyes and thought that the worst could be hidden under the exciting proposal. As he had no alternative, he subdued and accepted respectfully the Goddess' game.<br><br>How does Roberto please his Mistress? That seemed a tricky question. However, he decided to go for a sincere answer. "I please you by being an obedient stallion".<br><br>The most gorgeous part of his own body? Another tricky question - it was difficult to know what Hitomi wanted as an answer. Fearing to displease the Mistress, the stallion answered. "My abs".<br><br>His eyes were still looking at his tiny, nearly torn apart shaft. He sighed in the hope he had answered correctly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 21:39:37</strong>
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				Hitomi listened, but she was pleased with her pet. "Good boy." She told him. "Continue to answer correctly and there will be no spankings. Two kisses. Remember that my ハンサム stallion." She stroked his cheek gentally and then raised his chin. "Good job boy. Now keep your chin up, an strong stallion is proud that he is pleasing is Mistress." She ran her fingers through his hair. "And though you do have gorgeous abs, so thus you are correct and received a kiss, your arms are your most gorgeous attribute, stallion. But, you were not completely wrong, so thus you were granted the reward." She agreed and then she circled him pondering her next question. <br><br><br>"Explain to me how I told you should kneel. Where would your hands sit? How are your legs to be? This is worth only one kiss." She informed him and then she traced the arch of his ear with the tip of her nail. <br><br>When he answered she smiled softly but her eyes were still very serious. "How does an stallion like you eat?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 21:52:29</strong>
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				As Roberto raised his head, he was surprised to see that Hitomi considered his arms the most interesting part on his body. He gazed his eyes, with deep submissive respect inside then. He wanted to show he was happy but he feared that. Alternatively, he decided to do the following: he stretched both arms away from his body and slowly flexed them. He feared to say, but deep inside he wanted to convey the Mistress all that belonged to her. At the same time, his pecs bulged and his body slowly, but confidently returned to what it was. A transformation was taking place before Hitomi. She wanted a strong stallion and she was going to have it.<br><br>When Hitomi made a second question, it seemed that her devil games had restarted. Roberto recognised it was a difficult question and began to sobas if anticipating a cry. How to seat? His dumbness could not help him to remember. Maybe she was referring to the Japanese way of seating that she intuitively showed him. "Mistress Hitomi, forgive me if I am wrong, if I missed your valuable teaching." Tears fell from his eyes. "I think I should kneel and then seat on my feet, just as you Japanese do. Then, my hands should rest on my hips...", he added almost crying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 22:09:50</strong>
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				She came back before him and raised his chin. "Stallion. That is a suitable enough answer. It will not gain you a kiss, but you half answered so thus you will not be punished." But she grasped him more firmly and brought him to face her. "Do not cry. Nothing is more then disgusting then an potentially strong male crying for no reason." She let go of his chin. "No strong stallion would displease his Mistress by crying." She was firm with him now. "You are to kneel always with your hands inside your thong holding your cock legs splayed wide for observation." She didn't hurt him. "If you get into postion this moment you will gain a kiss."<br><br><br>She waited for him to do as she had told him. Then she moved to his back side she pulled his head back slightly by his hair till he had to look at her. "What would no strong stallion do because it would displease his Mistress?" She asked him the question that would mean he learned the lesson she just gave him. "Answer properly, and kiss my feet, and I will allow you two kisses. You must learn and never break this lesson." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 22:37:17</strong>
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				The stallion was glad to know he would not be punished. He sighed and closed his eyes momentarily At Hitomi's command, Roberto stopped crying, sniffing as a little child would do. he looked down at his tiny member and got sadder. However, Hitomi did not want that. With great effort, he raised his head and opened a wide, brighting smile. "Is this good for you, Mistress Hitomi?" He sincerely wanted to please his powerful Mistress. He tensed his abs in an effort to raise his dick...but nothing happend...just a miracle could bring his mannhood back to life.<br><br>Right after her explanation, Roberto kneeled according the teaching and held his cock inside his tongue. It was actually hard to find it. When he took the shaft, he felt a slight pain - the member was not yet healed, it could take some time before pain is gone. He could not hide the pain and moaned. Even so, his bright dark eyes continued to gaze Hitomi's mysterious eyes were it not for a fraction of time, when they closed because of the pain. Then, he spread his legs, so that Hitomi could see the shaft.<br><br>As Hitomi turned to his back, Roberto wanted to follow her with his eyes, but he thought that would be intrusive. The Mistress had to have her intimacy. Hidden from his eyes, she place another complicated question for the dumb man. "What would no strong stallion do because it would displease his Mistress?" Many possible answers. Roberto began to sweat again. Hesitatingly, he whispered: "Never to disobey the mighty Mistress Hitomi"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 22:59:01</strong>
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				She leaned down and kissed his ear. "Good boy." And then she began showing the profit of him answering correctly. <br><br>"Poor baby....Did Mistress hurt you too much? You do not need to answer that one ハンサム." She leaned down so he could feel her breasts pressing through the corset at the back of his shoulders and she leaned down and pushed his hands to the side so she could put her own hand inside of his thong and with the tips of her fingers she softly began to stroke him. "Continue to please me and you will find yourself being stroked by your Mistress till your learn how you can rise again. You see sweetheart...this little organ is actually very resilient....if given enough pleasure and attention, it will come to my touch....it will cum to my touch." She repeated a little more dirty. She kissed his ear and then took his hands and changed them back to holding his dick. <br><br>She rose up smearing her hand as if he had gotten something on her hand by rubbing it against his chest. <br><br>She rose back up. "How does your Mistress feel about tears?" She asked sharply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 23:23:29</strong>
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				Smiling as a child, Roberto turned his head up and down when Hitomi recognised he was right. His heart was full of happiness. His heart beats calmed down, his eyes closed in relief. No spank, one down! Yes!<br><br>Roberto nodded as she asked whether she had hurt him seriously, even without her asking him to answer. She should know it was painful. He was actually a bit dumb, there was no doubt about that. The Italian was happy when he felt her inside her thong. Why was she doing that? The stallion was nearly exploding in happiness. In reality, his dick almost showed no reaction to her touch, although it increased a bit. More powerful of the superfemal would be necesary. Even so, he was happy because his Mistress was so kind to the point of touching him, to the point of making him feel good. Somehow, in his confused thoughts, he interpreted that action as an apologise for everything she had inflicted upon him. And this made his ego reappear... just a small feeling he could be a strong stallion... on the top of that Japanese girl. Just a dream.<br><br>After so much time, Roberto was learning that everything good ended up swift with Hitomi. His hand was again holding his shrinking organ. His shaft needed Hitomi more than ever. Probably, it would not work on another girl, he thought. Her hands rubbed his pecs muscles and the Mistress came with another difficult question: How does the Mistress feel about his tears. He looked excited, he knew the answer.<br><br>"I know this one, Mistress Hitomi! Mistress Hitomi feels upset because this is not the behaviour of a strong stallion. Mistress Hitomi wants me to be a strong stallion, not a silly one!" , he promptlyanswered almost shouting and turned his head towards the Mistress looking for her approval.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 23:53:00</strong>
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				Hitomi smiled. She patted his head. "Good boy. See you can learn." She informed him smiling. "You may remove the thong, after you answer this question properly." She informed him. Then she faced him again her moist cunt level with his face. "Who is in control, Stallion?" None of the questions had been asked with such a threatening tone. Much of his futher treatment hung on the proper response and reaction from this question.<br><br><br>She waited for him to undress then. "Back into kneel postion. Questions are finished, but I am going to teach you some lessons that if properly executed will lead to the kisses you gain." She informed him. <br><br>"Proud. Proud is when you are to flex like you seem to enjoy doing like a peacock." She did not sound particularly happy when she referred to him similar to a peacock. "Proud means you are to display all the strength you can at that moment. If I say proud arms, proud abs, proud posture. That coresponds differently. Proud arms, you may rise hold your cock and flex your arms to show your strength. Proud abs you are to place your arms behind you and flex. Proud posture, you may decide at that moment what posture would best display your beauty." She informed him. Then she let a foot step forward. "Cherish means that you are to cherish my feet with kisses. You are to figure out what way of kissing me will please me the most." She then stepped back. <br><br>"Now I will call out a postion, you perform properly you gain a kiss."<br><br>"Proud posture."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 00:45:19</strong>
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				Enthusiastically, the Italian shouted: "You, Mistress Hitomi, the powerful female!" This was the surpreme humilation hidden behind his supreme happinness. How could a man reach that situation? How could he give up his own mannhood? A macho man?<br><br>None of these thoughts bothered Roberto. Gladly, the stallion noticed their relation was improving. The cause of everything as gone - the thong. Due to the confusion in his head, the Italian did not even remember why he was wearing that stupid leather thong. His face never enjyed so much touching her shaved pussy again. His tongue went out his mouth and licked the outer parts of her body. That was so good. His entire body shivered. <br><br>"Yes, Mistress Hitomi! Thank you for the end of the tests! I am dying to learn new things, might Mistress Hitomi!" Roberto rushed with his shining eyes full of happiness for being able to serve the might female. Obediently, he kneeled as the wise Mistress had taught him and listened to everything carefully. She wanted him to perform proud posture! Oh my God, he thought he should show off his entire naked body at the full sprendour.<br><br>First, he looked at Mistress Hitomi and asked for authorization to stand up. After she graciously nodded, the might man stood up, snorted and looked lovely at the eyes of his Mistress. He really wanted to impress her, maybe she would promote him to the position of a strong stallion. He breathed deeply and his chest expanded. Slowly, his muscles began to bulge. Then, he flexed both arms, tensed his abs muscles, his legs, buts...everything was an attempt to increase his cock...which continued dead... After some 30 seconds, lookign down at his cock all the time, he smiled at Hitomi embarrassed. "Proud posture", he said clearly unsatisfied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 01:18:59</strong>
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				She smiled at him. She moved forward. She wasn't concerned about it as much as she was sure he thought, but it was fun with the idea to tease him. She moved till she was face to face with him. She slowly ran her fingers down across the proud body. "Good boy..." Then she gazed slowly down till her eyes rested at his cock. Then she reached out and took his cock in her hands and yanked it hard and fast. She yanked it till he couldn't remove himself from her. "Did I ever give you the right to cherish? Much less cherish my womanhood." She came&nbsp; up and slapped him hard against the face, while at the same time she released his cock and now moved to slap his ass powerfully. <br><br>"What now are you going to cry because your Mistress is punishing you?" She&nbsp; pushed against his chest till he was forced to fall to the floor. She then stood over him her foot down on his cock again, the toe rubbing the apparent dead cock. "And why can't you get this to rise? What is your Mistress not enough for you? Maybe you want that little waitress to come and pleasure you. Although she looked pretty disgusted when she say you whimpering to be spanked." She pressed down then rubbed her foot around on his cock. "Disgusting." She said to him raising an digested lip. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 13:25:57</strong>
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				As Hitomi flattered him saying "Good boy", Roberto forgot completely he had failed his primary intention. His cock was dead, it needed to be brought back into like...and only Goddess Hitomi (not Mistress Hitomi) could do that! Were he a good worshipper, Hitomi would certainly react and help him. After all, the role of a strong stallion was to mate the females - what would be his utility if he could not perform such task? His thoughts were tormenting him but the stallion pretended everything was perfect. After all, that amazing moment should last forever...<br><br>Silly illusion! Hadn't Roberto learned yet that the deadly Japanese was a bitch?, one observer would argue. For an outsider, Roberto was being a mere toy, but from his perspective, he had lost control of everything. Hopefully, Hitomi would help him to recover. Her pussy was there, in front of him, inviting him to cherish it. He simply could not resist. "I thought you wanted me, you were offering yourself", he muttered these words with no tears but clearly anxious about Hitomi's reactions. Now, he feared her. More than that, he needed Hitomi to become a strong stallion.<br><br>Effortlessly, as always, Hitomi pushed him to the floor. He lost balance although he tried to grab her wrists, to bring her down together. His head hit the floor and he got groggier than he was. Her foot began to toy his dick. Her nails rubbed the dick, teasing it as she had not happened before. "I don't know why it cant rise, Mistress Hitomi! I don't know! I think it is... rotto, Mistress Hitomi. Spare it, please! I need your help!". He said gesticulating as Italians normally do, but this time he was very nervous. "You are enough to me, Mistress Hitomi! You are gorgeous, but I don't know what happened. I think it is rotto, I need your help, only a Goddess like you can help me, please!". Such was the situation of his dick that the physical contact of her toes with his manhood did not even pain - it was as if his shaft had simply died. Would Mistress Hitomi be able to save his means of subsistence?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 13:49:31</strong>
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				She didn't look pleased with him still. She released him and stood proudly with her arms crossing over her breasts reluctantly. She released him. "Kneel." She said in a hurt voice. Then she moved behind him. "Bend over." She told him sharply. She spanked him five times and then she promptly left him and returned to the bathroom. She came back out and the light jingle of metal sounded through.<br><br>"Get on the bed, Stallion." She told him in a clipped voice. "Spread each limb towards an corner." And then she came up and took his right wrist and cuffed him to the right corner of the bed. She did the same to the left. And then she went down and captured his left ankle. She clasped the harsh metal around his ankle and then around the left corner of the bed. She left him only one leg for freedom. She had once read it actually leads to weakness to have one limb free but then be so much more acutely aware of the binding restraint of the others. She had never tried it, but Roberto seemed like a good dummy. <br><br>"Your lucky I don't make you silly stallion again, you are acting very close to one." She told him angered. She came up and pulled his head back exposing his neck with her hand in his hair. She slowly ran an single finger flowing down his neck. She moved slowly and then leaned in to his ear. "You should have made a choice." She growled and then she rose and smacked him again against his face. "Beg for the proper attention to your pathetic dick, stallion. Impress me with your begging or you will sit like this the rest of the night."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 14:14:11</strong>
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				The view of her crossed arms was amazing to Roberto. She was so smexy, so hot, he wanted to use his dick on her, but it was <em>rotto</em>. following her orders, he kneeled as taught, with one of his hands holding his tiny dick, and then bent over. The five spanks with her brush did not hurt a lot, possibly because her neurons had either being damaged, or he had assimilated that pain as something normal.<br><br>As Hitomi ordered, he rushed to the bed and spread his muscled legs towards the corners. Instinctively, he did the same with his arms. Hitomi swiftly handcuffed him. In normal occasion, he would have found that very hot, very exciting. Nevertheless, under those circumstances, he got concerned. Maybe Hitomi was preparing something more evil than before, although Roberto did not believe that could be possible. As she finished, he twisted his body taking advantage of the free leg. <br><br>All of sudden, a will to set himself free swept his body. What was he doing there? How could the Italian have allowed Hitomi to do that? A light pain troubled his mind, but not so strong as before. He closed his eyes after glancing Hitomi. Something had changed in that moment. Regardless of Hitomi's plans, a transformation was taking place inside Roberto's head. It was necessary the utmost humiliation for him to recover partially his consciousness. He had to be smart, although he had never been smart in his life, just a womanized, devoted to to forging a perfect, statuesque body for his girls. The Italian had always been proud of his life style, of his conquests.<br><br>Roberto slowly opened his eyes. His smile was no longer silly, childish. On the contrary, it was the same smile he had delivered to Mel when he flirtted her upon his arrival. Or the same smile he gave to Hitomi. A smile from a confident Alpha Male. Hitomi did not notice anything apparently. She slapped his with the same impetus as before, pulled his head back. His resilience to pain was back - now the learning of those days in the army would be made it up, he thought. He breathed calmly, slowling down any reaction that could show his fragility. Deep inside, he wanted to be sure his dick was still functional and because of that, he was willing to play her games.<br><br>"Mistress Hitomi, I beg you desperately to help my dick work. I appreciate that you cuffed me me, because I know you are going to treat my dick pretty well, so that I can show you how strong this stallion can be. I know I have been silly since I entered this room and refused to put on the thong", Roberto could now remember the incident with the thing. "I am sure that only a Mistress, a Goddess like you can help me with my erection, please, I beg for your assistance." Those words were spoken in a way that revealed his manhood, slightly different from the beginning of their <em>rendezvous</em>. If Hitomi enjoyed challenges, his new behaviour would place a good one... had she realized the transformation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 06:46:58</strong>
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				His Mistress was no full she sensed something amiss as soon as he began to beg. Something was country to what it should be. She felt something amiss though she was not sure what. <br><br>She started to formulate a plan, but while she did, she took care of his rotto dick. She actually moved till he had the gorgeous spirited Asian woman with her lashes kissing her cheek kneeled over his dick softly laying kisses against his dick while she softly massaged his hips and rolled her hands down his torso. <br><br><br>She finally decided she was going to be outright evil to him. She was going to make him show his true colors. Either he was her strong stallion now, quicker then she thought he would be. Or...or she had something worse then a silly stallion on her hands...either way she was going to make this a night he never forgot. And it started with manipulation. <br><br><br>"I am so proud of you Stallion...my ハンサム stallion." She kept her eyes diverted, closed as she nuzzled his length. She nuzzled him then kissed his length again. Her voice had been so soft he may not realize that something was different with this sweetness from his Mistress. <br><br>She kissed the tip again, and then she took it between her lips, his tight clothed Asian beauty softly suckling the tip of his dick as if he was the king of this night, and she was the one who was subservient to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 07:50:02</strong>
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				In spite of all the initial difficulties, his dick began to live again. Slowly, but constantly, each time Mistress Hitomi kissed his shaft made it grow, larger and thicker. His recovery was on the way. Roberto twisted his body as much as he could, so that Hitomi could work on his member. It was good to see that the girl was coming back to what she was in the very beginning. The stallion winked at her and whispered: "Please, help me, Mistress Hitomi. Later, you will profit from them I am sure, my beloved Mistress. I will be your most loyal slave!"<br><br>Soon, his body began to shiver, his muscles tensed in response to her kisses. Under him, his washboard abs was the first to respond as most of the blood flowing to the shaft was irrigating that part of his body. Were Hitomi a good observer, would she notice that even his skin colour was changing: from a sick paleness to a slightly sun tanned. From time to time, a submissive thought invaded Roberto's mind.... he dreamed about taking her Mistress to visit one of the aphrodisiac beaches in his home country in the Adrean sea. The mere thought of seeing her sunbathing topless made his entire body shiver. One wave of pleasure swept his skin from his groin and Roberto moaned loudly, so loud that one someone in the corridor could listen.<br><br>"Yes, please Mistress Hitomi, I am in need of your help", the stallion lowered his head and turned it down to the bed, meaning he was the subservient that night. In reality, he was the slave, or at least the prisoner of the might female, as his body was completely cuffed, were it not for one of his limbs. And against her, one leg meant nothing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 08:13:43</strong>
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				Hitomi was not yet impressed. Again she would either break him with this test or she would find herself completely taken to new heights of pleasure with a proper slave, or he would be a sorely beaten fool trapped until the help came to clean the room and found his body awaiting him. <br><br><br>For now she kept going, she suckled him softly and then she gentally lifted the growing length to turn her attention to the underside of his dick, slowly she kissed down her tongue lashing out gentally striking him with quick flicks. She was moving down to his jewels where she gentally began to kiss and massage them trying to bring them to new heights of pleasure. When his jewels were covered in the signs of her affection she gentally blew a warm breath that had the potential to send shivers throughout his body. Then she did the same with his dick gentally blowing before she came down and nuzzled against him never saying a word to stop his begging or to encourage it. She was letting him regain control. If a man regained control and still bowed down completely subservient to his Mistress then he was a strong stallion...if not.<br><br>She continted to kiss his dick she wanted him to become close to the point of complete pleasure where he was seconds from explosion before she switched to the next level of her plan. She needed him to feel pleasure, and she was more then willing to slowly pleasure one of his most sensitive areas until he was roaring for pleasure. She just needed to know his reactions this entire time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 08:37:51</strong>
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				Roberto's dick was still a far cry from what it was some hours ago. However, Mistress Hitomi was performing an impressive resuscitation. After all, she was a goddess. All the bruises and wounds in his shaft were no longer paining. Pleasure was flowing from his shaft to his groin and, from time to time, to his body, in successive waves. His unshaven parts were so excited that Hitomi could see he was experiencing goosebumps. The Italian was moaning, with a wicked smile in his face. Yes, he was liking what Mistress Hitomi was doing to him. "Yes, please Mistress Hitomi! <em>Sono stato uno stallion sciocco! Lascilo prego essere il vostro forte stallion! L'uomo che lo servirà ed adore come nessuno ha fatto mai</em>! I know I can do that. Forever, Mistress Hitomi!"<br><br>Roberto was shivering constantly. The caresses of Mistress Hitomi were driving him out of control. That was much more difficult to resist than the vibrator. He knew the Japanese girl did not want him to cum, but she was making it harder for him. Why that? She did not stop in his shaft: she kissed his balls, enveloping them. Paradoxically, he enjoyed the feeling of protection, of safety that made him think that it could be better to stay next to her, the might woman.<br><br>When Hitomi stopped, Roberto spoke manly in a friendly way, while pulling both wrists to turn himself to Hitomi, making his both pectoral muscles bulge in a way that make his nipples more proeminent: "Mistress Hitomi! Release me, please! Or better! Cuff with with my belly upwards, not on my back! I am sure my recovery will be faster, please. I beg you!". His eyes were trying to be sincere. Deep inside, he wanted to be free, but he knew Hitomi would not allow that. Anyway, that was irrelevant - Hitomi would be violent and prevail under any circumstances... unless he recovers his full strength, unless he becomes the strong stallion!<br><br><em>Sono stato uno stallion sciocco! Lascilo prego essere il vostro forte stallion! L'uomo che lo servirà ed adore come nessuno ha fatto mai</em>! Translation: I have been a silly stallion! Please let me be your strong stallion! The man who will serve and adore you as no one has ever done!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 20:29:23</strong>
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				"You will be freed, do not worry. But first you will come to pleasure...tell me...tell me when you are ready to experience the last leg of desire, ハンサム stallion. Tell me when you are about to cum, and when ready I will give you permission to release." And then she kissed his balls again, she took half of his cock into her mouth and hungrily suckled him. She didn't let go, instead she was more furious in her devouring of him. She wanted to achieve the most beautiful of commitments from him. If he could do it, if he could bring her what she wanted then he was more then worth it. <br><br><br>She kissed harder, then she would lower herself and kiss his balls slowly succeeding him in. She moaned against him and rubbed her cheek again. "So beautiful ハンサム stallion." She told him and suckled again slowly and more adoringly. She dared to kiss him more consuming. She then was taking his full dick slowly daring to consume him. She was slowly fucking him with her mouth the entire time firing up his desire as well as her own. She only released him for one moment. "Tell me sweet stallion when you are about to cum. Wait for my permission."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 21:08:33</strong>
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				Cuffed, the breath of Roberto continued to speed as well as his heart beats. At every breath, his pectoral muscles seemed to grow more, making the upper part of his male body to increase. It did not take much longer for his cock, pumped with a renewed supply of air and blood, to respond and begin to move up and down, inside Tomi's mouth. Yes, Roberto wanted to please his Mistress by becoming a strong stallion, regaining his self-confidence, showing what a man was capable. Within the limited range of moves he could do, he turned his body to different sides, positions, inclinations. <br><br>"Yes, Mistress Hitomi!, I will tell you, my Goddess!", the large man whispered, while his chest was arching in pleasure.<br><br>After 5 minutes more, his shaft was back to his full size. The veins began to bulge as the blood used to irrigate the length was being increasingly required. Even there, the sick paleness gave place to a slightly tanned colour, which he had acquired during in-house artificial sunbathing sessions. The spiking touch of her teeth in his erection, rubbing it, was hard to describe in words. But the sweat covering his face showed it was being really amazing. Moreover, for the first time in many hours, testosterone was producing not only physical reactions, but also emotional - Roberto's confidence was increasing, his will to please that girl (ops.. the Mistress) in a different way was turning into his priority. Had he already become the strong stallion? Some fighting, teasing, torturing were a price worth paying to give the Mistress what she deserved.<br><br>Some minutes more and Roberto felt not a wave, but a tsunami sweeping his body. He would have jerked completely if his both hands and one leg were cuffed. Anxiety filled his eyes together . Some minutes ago, his useless dick could be doomed to castration due its inutility, while now the very same dick was probably the most desirable thing for the girls at the Brothel. <br><br>"Sì, padrona! Sono circa a cum! Diami questo honnour! Cum sul vostro corpo celestiale! Per favore, padrona Hitomi!", the Italian whispered gasping for eyes, his eyes closing and opening. His hands grabbed the sheets, his legs straightened. He was not pretending at all. Although his deepest intentions were no clear, Roberto definitively wanted to thank Mistress Hitomi for having helped his dick to come back to life. YES!<br><br><em>Sì, padrona! Sono circa a cum! Diami questo honnour! Cum sul vostro corpo celestiale! Per favore, padrona Hitomi! </em> Translation: Yes, Mistress! I am about to cum! Give me this honnour! To cum on your heavenly body! Please, Mistress Hitomi!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 22:10:10</strong>
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				She smiled at him. Her plan consisted of one activity, her desire to give him what he was being so good for consited of another. He was messing with what her supream wishes were. And yet she was not angry with him for it. Instead she was frustrated with him. Something was different, she was just not sure what. <br><br>She took the rest of his dick into her mouth fully consuming her stallion until he pressed to the back of her throat. She swallowed again this time taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. She slowly rose again, fucking him for long precious moments before she raised to his filled body. "You may cum." She told him.<br><br><br>But Hitomi needed to do something that was even against her own wishes. She went back down swallowing his cock again. She explored him and devoured him, but half way through his stream of warm creamy seed she moved to turn her attention away from him. She rose away and took his cock and pointed it to his own chest while she continued to adore him with slow strokes until finally he was covered in his own seed. When he was covered and fullfilled she straddled his hops rubbing his cock against her womanhood till he could feel her arousal rubbing against him. She rubbed against him while an slow long sensous dance of her tongue became the brush similar as to how she used earlier while she used her tongue to lick him his own seed from his chest slowly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 22:52:58</strong>
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				Roberto's deepest feelings were warning that something was wrong. Mistress Hitomi was not that kind of woman, who would be giving caresses and love without claiming pain and suffering as payback. Had his statuesque body persuaded the mighty girl that she could profit more with using it than destroying it? Roberto gladly wanted to believe the answer to this question was positive.<br><br>Her authorization to cum, spoken in an almost metallic voice, emotionless, was suggesting she could not be feeling the same as Roberto. The stallion was willing to show the best of his skills, the best of the womanizer who had brought him to that A-class brothel. He released his semen with a loud moaning, a moaning which conveyed his happiness, hope, strength, manhood, desire to be a free servant of Mistress Hitomi.<br><br>A swift flow jumped from the tip of his erection when Hitomi's rose lips moved away. Astonished, the Japanese Mistress watched how powerful the flush of his seeds was. Roberto's seeds fell upon his washboard abs, accumulating themselves between his abs packs. After the initial flush, another moaning. Some seed streamed from the tip of his erection at the rhythm of his breaths.&nbsp; Besides the amazing cumming, Roberto also enjoyed the warm contact of his sperm with his skin. The smell of his seeds caused him to moan loudly, as a hurt beast, a hurt beast who was having a really good time. His shinning, dark eyes turned to Hitomi who was licking, kissing and suckling enthusiastically his erection. Why hadn't things be so easy like that, he questioned himself for a moment until he remembered he would never allow an inferior female to cuff him on the bed like that. That was the reason why all the fight, blood, sweat, desperation had taken place.<br><br>As Roberto noticed how excited Hitomi was licking his seed, first cleaning on his erection and then on his majestic abs packs, he flipped slowly his leg and wrapped Hitomi's butt. His body was completely twisted due to the handcuffs showing that his muscles were also very flexible. As the stallion's limb was pushing her towards him, the sexy Japanese girl fell upon his belly and his tongue licked up to between his pecs, leaving a track of his seeds and her saliva, all mixed on his bare body. This meant her sexy corset was now blemished with his cum. Inferring his marks on her between their bodies, Roberto's animal instincts were whispering in his mind: "Now, she is yours, strong stallion!" That was not enough to set him free though. With a voice which no longer reminded that of a subdued slave, but of a strong stallion, he spoke like one of those shark-type negotiators Mistress Hitomi was used to: <em>"Viene più vicino, la mia padrona, lo ha lasciato assagiare la vostra bocca riempita di miei semi. Voglio mostrarlo come posso servire la vostra linguetta, il vostro corpo, i vostri desideri, la mia padrona Hitomi!"</em><br><br><em>"Viene più vicino, la mia padrona, lo ha lasciato assagiare la vostra bocca riempita di miei semi. Voglio mostrarlo come posso servire la vostra linguetta, il vostro corpo, i vostri desideri, la mia padrona Hitomi!" </em> Translation: "Come closer, my Mistress, let me taste your mouth filled with my seeds. I want to show you how I can serve your tongue, your body, your desires, my Mistress Hitomi!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 01:19:55</strong>
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				She growled hard and fast and bit down upon his nipple. She was not going to be coerced. She bit down on the other nipple and then moved to his leg. Her nails carved into his flesh slow and long and then she wrenched it hard testing the flexability of his body as she pushed it back against his chest. <br><br><br>"Hush." She screamed at him then she came up and smacked him hard across the face. She moved up till she was straddling his chest and her hand sharply pulling his hair back so that he had to face her. <br><br>"Who do you think you are?" She asked and then to show her growing anger with him she slowly clawed down his chest while still keeping his hair tight in her grasp. Then suddenly he felt an hard bunch against the lower part of his stomach. "What are you thinking of that you are commanding your Mistress? What are you think you can play me this way?" She clawed hard down his chest again fury burning in her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 01:36:15</strong>
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				Roberto actually enjoyed the white teeth of the Japanese girl touchign his nipples. This caused his hairs to stand on their ends and he moaned loudly. "You are so hot, Mitress Hitomi! So increadbly hot!", he moaned again viciously. As Hitomi pushed his leg, Roberto smiled and liked having had yoga classes. All he could think was that the closer she pushed his leg, the closer her body would be, the closer her naughty lips would be, the closer her wicked smile would be.<br><br>Following her orders, Roberto remained silent. To become a strong stallion, he would need to show his value to Mistress Hitomi. He suspected Hitomi liked that rebellious behaviour, the flirting with the maid, his strong body. Otherwise she could have easily anihilated him. This time, the Italian was enjopying her attitutes, as pain was not a trouble - after so much torture, he was quite confident about how much suffering he could stand. <br><br>Roberto swallowed dry as Hitomi's face changed from sweet to enraged. With his hair on her hands, Roberto felt a punch in his belly. Rather than the pain, Roberto moaned...in a pleasure which prolonged the waves following the climax. Her pale body was so enticing that his erection continued there, waiting to fuck Hitomi's hot pussy. Her "claws" touched his chest, making him want Hitomi even more.<br><br>This time, Roberto thought the rules of the game were changed and spoke calmly, with a seductive manly voice. "Mistress Hitomi, I am your stallion, begging here to be your strong stallion, to serve you, to drive you nuts, with my smexy body, with my obedient mind. Please do not take me wrong, I would never dare to command you. I was just wanting to give you, my Mistress, the best I have to offer!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 03:26:25</strong>
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				Something felt wrong but yet she felt happiness. She was not sure what it was...and she wasn't sure how to express what it was that was gwaning at her, and yet at the same time. She felt as if something was going completely right. And yet, she couldn't trust that...was it something wrong with her? Or was Robert toying with her as he tried to refind his strength against her? <br><br><br>Hitomi kissed him hared on his lips, it was demanding, explosive, it stole her own breath away even though she seemed confident when she grasped his lip between her teeth and pulled viciously. <br><br><br>She sat up now straddling his chest and clawed harder down his body. From his wrists now to his chest right to above her sex. She took his face, she held his head up her fingers still digging into his hair. Then she slapped him across the face. "Stop it!" She told him. "You can barley obey commands, you flirt with other women, you fight against me, and then you suddenly regain the strength?" She lowered hard and grasped her teeth on his neck. She pulled his neck with her teeth. She was marking him as hers, for it would be several days before the marks of her teeth faded from his skin. No amount of strength was going to heal these bruises tonight, and it was right around the side of his neck, he would have to wear an turtleneck and scarf to shield the symbol of her bite, and if she saw that he did he would be in much more trouble then he had ever before.<br><br><br>Then she lowered herself and on his free leg she bit hard on his inner thigh just before his manhood. She drew blood and turned back away from the both and spit it out.&nbsp; She came back up and her legs tightened around his hips her pure leg strength alone squeezing around his hips. <br><br><br>"I do not believe you." She finally said, finding the truth in that single statement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 13:52:02</strong>
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				Feeling Hitomi's lips and tongue was one of the most rewarding things that night. Roberto had enjoyed every single contact with his Mistress' mouth, but that one was different. He was dictacting . No matter how fast Hitomi's lips moved away from his, the stallion was sure. It caused an impression which shook the girl' s heart - it was written in her oblique oriental eyes and he could read the message. Another down, he tough. For Roberto's interpretation, even when she pulled his lips with her teeth, it was a personal victory. He felt her genuine desire for him.<br><br>But it was not yet over. Feeling Hitomi's hands crawling and nailing his body was equally pleasant. Roberto gasped for air as his erection continued large and thick, thanks to his gorgeous Mistress. Roberto grew more confident when Hitomi ordered him to stop. She was honestly upset with his flirting, his disobedience, his resistance to subdue. The Italian listened to Mistress Hitomi quietly, respectfully, but not in the silly way as before, when his eyes dropped tears and she could see a fearful pathetic man. This time, his testerone spoke louder and he nodded calmly as she finished. After all, it was good to feel desired... possibly loved!<br><br>This is why Roberto's innest thought were filled with joy when Mistress Hitomi bit him. Not only because the ma could see her sexy corset blemish with his cum more clearly but also because he could feel her nipples erect under the corset, begging to be cherished. She was willing to release him but at the same time, wanted to be sure Roberto would no longer flirt with other female. The Italian belonged to Mistress Hitomi and to a certain extent, he felt that she would soon belong to him. As a matter of fact, some say the dominant ends up a slave of the wishes of the slave. <br><br>After the curvaceous Hitomi finished marking her stallion, Roberto felt a sting in his free leg. Definitively, Hitomi wanted him desperately, she was marking himself every corner she could, just to make sure Roberto would belong to her. When Mistress Hitomi squeezed his leg, contrarily from the other times, she felt a strong resistance. His muscles tensed and resisted being squeezed in a way that greatly impressed the Japanese girl. She knew her stallion was strong, a but dumb, but he was definitively a potentially strong stallion. <br><br>"Don't you believe me, Mistress Hitomi?", Roberto replied calmly trying to make his semblance to convey happiness, confidence and respect. "I think you are dying to trust me, Mistress Hitomi. The mere thought of how I can serve you, not only in this room but everywhere, lets you willing to try", he added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 16:42:58</strong>
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				Something was still nagging on her mind. Something told him to follow her instincts which were not good.&nbsp; She decided she needed to test him hard core. Disgusted she left his body, she left the bed and when she turned she had an soft steel collar in hand. It had an steel link chain coming from an single circle attached to the metal. The inside was lined with smooth calming leather so not to harm it's wear. <br><br><br>She released his free leg and used the cuff to cuff the leash to one of the bed posts and then she came forward and wrap the collar around his neck locking it with the tiny gold lock she held between her breasts with it's key in her cleavage still. She locked him in and then she released&nbsp; him her eyes an dark ruling that he should not move till she gave permission. She released him then she walked away she went to the deck and placed the key out on the deck, he could only move a two feet as long as he was chained by his collar. She came back standing just outside of that two feet range. <br><br>"Kneel postion." <br><br>Then she came and took chin in her hand forcing his eyes to her. "You need to prove with everything&nbsp; you have as to why you deserve any opportunity for&nbsp; you to become that strong stallion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 17:38:45</strong>
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				Mistress Hitomi carefully wrapped the collar around his neck. How she did that conveyed a piece of information for the Italian - it was soft, almost as if she hesitated doing that. Mistress Hitomi was changing. For the better, hopefully. Deep inside, Roberto did not like that, it was similar to that silly thong. Even so, he recognized how nice the mighty Japanese was - the soft leather made wearing the collar if not pleasant, at least comfortable. After locking the collar, Roberto's eyes devoured her cleavage, under her corset, which was still smelling his cum. It was so good to know Mistress Hitomi was equally marked by him!<br><br>After some second, within the limited two feet range, Roberto kneeled and placed his hand on his relived, large dick. This time, his head was not lowered, but it was not also facing Hitomi. He wanted to be rewards but not in the bad way. He wanted to fuck his Mistress, but not in a way that ended up in pain. He wanted to show her the value of the strong stallion, but not in a way that would humiliate him... at least too much. Roberto noticed Mistress Hitomi was hesitating. The stallion had to show more how valuable he could be. It was not only about his body, he was feeling. It was more about his attitude. After all, some dommes need more their slaves than the slaves need their dommes.<br><br>"Perché merito un'occasione, padrona Hitomi", the dumb man paused to think about and came out with the following: "Mistress Hitomi, I know I need you, specially after feeling your hot <em>liquido</em>, smelling your <em>profumo</em>, touching your <em>pelle</em>, even when you were savaging me. I am glad you are collaring me, so that no other woman will attack me again. But I also think making me a strong stallion is in your best interest. After all, today's world is very dangerous and you need someone like me to protect you", Roberto ended up smiling but not facing Hitomi.<br><br><em>Perché merito un'occasione, padrona Hitomi</em>. Translation: Why do I deserve an opportunity, Mistress Hitomi?<br><em>Liquido</em>. Translation: fluid<br><em>Profumo</em>. Translation: scent<br><em>Skin</em>. Translation: pelle
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:19:10</strong>
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				Hitomi felt as if this was a pitch, an coercement such as what she was use to in her day to day life as a business woman. It angered her. She wanted to claw him even harder. "That proves nothing." Then she came forward took his head and pulled him down into the floor. Growling she kept his face into the floor while she bent over his back and slapped his ass in successive times and then she continued to stand with one heeled foot on his back anger pouring through her. <br><br><br>"You are dangerously, wrong." She told him and then she released him to kick him in the ribs. "A strong stallion is because I want it. Not because I need it. I do not need least of which a man." She growled and then she kicked him on the other side. She returned her foot to his back growling. "Did I ever say that a strong stallion becomes my protector?" She told him and then pressed harder down on his back with her heeled foot.<br><br><br>She released him to take him by the chin jerking him up to standing postion. She clawed into his cheeks growling. "Do not assume." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 22:47:41</strong>
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				Roberto got surprised with Mistress Hitomi's overreaction. Once more, she proved to be the ultimate martial artist. First, he did not notice what had thrown him to the ground. Second, she slapped his butt several times - Mistress Hitomi did not know but Roberto was starting to enjoy that kind of punishment. Third, her heeled foot spiked on his back. Fourth, her heeled foot pressed angrily on his back - this one really pained. Fifth, Mistress Hitomi raised him effortlessly as if he were a light toy. Finally, his fingers in his cheeks. Roberto felt like a punch bag. <br><br>Of course, he did not dare to fight back although he could - his body would not face a lot of restraints. Moreover, the fear against Mistress Hitomi, that unbearable headache at the mere thought of challenging her, was gone. He knew it would be useless to fight her back and this would only postpone his promotion to strong stallion. On the other hand, the Italian wanted to show that besides being strong and resilient to pain, he was also submissive to her - part of his plan? Not even Roberto was sure what his plans were. This is why he accepted her meaningless violence completely resigned. Besides her Mistress was so gorgeous that the mere touch of her might hands was capable of keeping his length large and thick.<br><br>When the sexy domina pulled the stallion up, growling at him for not making assumptions, Roberto swallowed and lowered his head momentarily. "Yes, I will not assume anything, Mistress Hitomi". After raising his head to meet her eyes, he added with sincere-looking eyes and humble voice: "The point is that I ... love you.. I love you in a way I cannot understand". He breathed deeply almost anticipating what was to come and added. "And those in love care about the other".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:48:04</strong>
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				She seemed to step away from him. She dropped him like he had bit her. She breathed hard and fast for several moments confusion and simple shock held her eyes captive as she stared at him. She wanted to hit him...she wanted to kiss him...she wanted to agree. "You had to make this difficult, Strong Stallion." She said simply finally, the only phrase that she could explain. She suddenly turned kicking the key further into the bedroom, if he could find something long that he could drag it with he could drag the key to him and release himself. She threw off the corset and all other signs of clothing throwing them about the room as she went to the hot tub. The door hung open her clothing and shoes an trail to her existence, the candles now burning low as if they sensed the newest change in Hitomi and they were scared to contend with it.<br><br><br>Should Hitomi be feared? Held? Ran from? Came to? Should she be cherished then, or should it be that one left her far behind?<br><br><br>Hitomi closed her eyes as the bubbling hot water consumed her. All her plans had been put astray, and now...now he had said that. Showed various means to which to trust him, and yet her trust was further banished...and her heart was closer then ever...she had wanted to care for him this entire time...now that he said it, she sensed the truth within herself. And she ran from it, the only sign of distress, an single glitter that dropped to the carpet and may have never been seen...only felt by it's forgetful Mistress. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 04:10:21</strong>
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				Roberto opened a wide smile and closed his eyes waiting for a kiss from his Mistress after she recognised him as a Strong Stallion. His ego inflated immediatly, full of proud, while he tensed his muscles in a warm up to please her as never before. His lips jumped from his face waiting for the violent touch of the Mistress' rose lips. He wanted to taste her liquids just as some minutes ago. He stayed there frozen for some seconds and he did not notice his Mistress had thrown the key of the bedroom as it fell quietly among the revolved sheets.<br><br>When the Strong Stallion opened his eyes, he just saw the naked body of Mistress Hitomi entering the jacuzzi. A sudden enthusiasm swept his naked body. Using all his strength, the Italian simply forgot he was tied to the bed and rushed towards his Mistress. Such was the strength he used that collar asphyxiated himself at the same time he tumbled. Inertial pulled his massive body backwards, causing it to fall next to the bed. His head hit on the bed's corner and Roberto fell unconscious, the muscular upper part of his body outside the bed, hanging with his head touching slowly the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 04:23:11</strong>
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				Hitomi felt several long times relaxing. She was not paying any attention to the outside world till silence became impssing into her mind. Then she finally seemed to awake and she looked out into the room. She saw Roberto naked and gasped tumbling out of the bath she moved quick and fast&nbsp; to him. she saw what had happened an massive bump on her face. "Roberto! Roberto wake up! Roberto! ハンサム! She screamed at the top of her lungs for his attention. She quickly called for cool water, blankets, and an medic alarm running through her. She came back to his side and ruffled through blankets and the room till she found the key. She quickly unlocked him, and placed his head on her lap stroking his hair softly as her eyes glittered. <br><br>"Roberto...Roberto awaken. ハンサム. I command that you wake up right now!" She wasn't screaming now just softly whispering as she stroked his face and hair. <br><br>Water came and she drizzled it slowly over his face. She took his lips to her and breathed in trying to insure his chest moved for breathing. She actually picked him up, emotions strengthening her and brought him to the bed. She held him in her lap while she covered him with the extra blankets and covered him slightly with water before taking his lips and giving him her own oxygen so that he would breath. "ハンサム....ハンサム...Strong Stallion...awaken..." She kissed him again trying to insure his lungs moved up and down retrieving air. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 11:56:51</strong>
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				Roberto would have got surprised with what was going to happen. Had he clued that Mistress Hitomi would react that way, the Strong Stallion would have used this strategy much earlier. Maybe this way not only would most of his evil plans have been shelved but also Hitomi would have spared his statuesque body. However, considering that the "hero" in this story is not one of the smartest in the world at all, it comes as no surprise he had not tried that before. Indeed, following the fall, his head pained. When Hitomi approached him, it was not longer paining, but he continued out of conscious. His breath was calm reflecting his state of mind. His muscles were relaxed as if no danger was around - by that time, Roberto had already carved out in his head his Mistress could be a danger and his reactions were greatly shaped by his inner fears. Not even his chest muscles were tensed. For the sake of preciseness, not every muscle was relaxed. His erection continued tensed, but not as tense as before. Even so, from a certain perspective, this showed that he was at least thinking of something.. Mistress Hitomi's brainwashing program had been so effective that the memories of the amazing tops models Roberto had slept with were completely deleted as well as those of his clients. Moreover, Would Hitomi able to read his thoughts, she would have found out that it was her body that kept his erection ready for work. At any time. <br><br>It was unclear whether the Strong Stallion had waken up following his Mistress' command. The fact is that after some minutes, his eyelids batted repeatedly. It was unclear whether he reacted following Hitomi's command, Hitomi's passionate kiss, her vital oxygen or whether it was part of a natural recovery process. Roberto only saw Hitomi's face, smiling heavenly like an angel. His first impression was surprise - he had never thought an angel could look like Japanese (http://www.pbase.com/manny_librodo/students). "Sono nel cielo?", he muttered, still feeling dizzy, his eyes admired with Hitomi's angelic face. Trying to find out strength, he raised his had, but the Strong Stallion was still feeling the side effects of the fall. However, the comfortable position and the soft touch of the Mistress were giving him the feeling he had died. And he did not remember anything that happened in the last hours, days, weeks. And he did not know where he was. And he did not know what was his job. And he did not know who he was...<br><br>A white book on Hitomi's lap?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 20:00:23</strong>
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				"Roberto?...ハンサム?" She mummered softly seeing his eyes flicker. She smoothed her hand down his cheek gentally caressing him. "It's ok. Your Mistress is sorry my strong stallion." She whispered softly and stroked his head again. She kissed down against his cheek as she cuddled with him holding him tightly. "ハンサム...just relax it is ok." She whispered softly her heart breaking...she had knew she would cause damage, but damage that was only temporary. She feared she had really hurt him now. That terrified her. She did care for him. She wasn't ready to commit to it, but she did. Mummering softly she kissed him again softly this time on the lips. <br><br>"I'm sorry, Roberto." She told him kissing his forhead again. She had not realized yet that he no longer had his memory, but, she was more adapt at the moment to accept him and whatever silly stallion he was going to continue to be for he had proved that he could be a strong stallion as well. "ハンサム Roberto."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 20:38:30</strong>
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				Roberto's eyes batted repeatedly to focus on Hitomi's oriental eyes. His eyes conveyed an emptiness that Mistress Hitomi had never seen before in any other slave, had she had one before. For now, all he was seeing was her eyes. Sublime, sweet eyes, quite different from the enraged one who had turned him into a silly stallion. Awakening on the lap of such relaxing, sexy girl was interpreted as a reward from the heaven. Soon, even though Roberto continued to be a dumb as before, he concluded it could not be heaven - after all, he was such a womanizer, a sinner against chastity, that at least he would have to face Saint Peter and in the best scenario, be sent to the purgatory. <br><br>Roberto had no clue whose those eyes belonged to. Even so, he felt they wanted his good. He moved his head close to hers, eyes locked hers (http://endhits.portlandmercury.com/images/blogimages/2009/06/17/1245302539-kiss.jpg), and kissed just the tip of her lips, sending her and his hairs to their ends. It was amazing, but the strong stallion did not make it last for more than one second. Something special existed between him and that girl, the stallion thought. His animal instincts made his hands grab gentally her back at the height of her breasts. The Italian felt her body still wet, water dropping from her hair, a pleasant scent of lavender from the soap of the jacuzzi.<br><br>His thought was so empty that he lost idea about his own story, but as the sight was conveying information about those oriental eyes, it reacted friendly. After all, the eyes were almost smiling, creating for the trouble man a relaxed atmosphere which had not existed before that night. Unconsciously, his left memory recognized that it was an amazing situation, not to be wasted. But reason came first, <em>ego sum cogito</em>... even if Roberto were a dumb.<br><br>After that, an intriguing question came out of his hesitating lips: <em>"Chi sono voi?"</em><br><br><em>Chi sono voi?</em> Translation: Who are you?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 20:44:07</strong>
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				Hitomi looked at him shocked. "You...you do not remember anything?" She asked shocked softly. She stroked him softly and nearly cried. She could not believe what she had done. She had never had an slave of her own. but she was more then unknown know to what was going on. She was saddened by it. <br><br><br>"Roberto....Roberto what do you remember?" She asked softly kissing his lips again softly one that begged for him to remember. She wanted him to remember and tears threaten to pool from her eyes because of it. She stroked his head. "ハンサム...remember please." She whispered softly. "It's...me...Hitomi...do you remember what happened tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 21:59:22</strong>
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				The Strong Stallion shook his head negatively. "I do not remember anything", he lowered his head sadly. "I do not even know why I am naked here... with you. I did not remember I had such a graceous wonder just for me", his womanizer side spoke louder as his finger moved from her back to her neck, while the other hand touched her waist, holding it firmly. "Not even what happened tonight!", the Italian added raising his head again to meet her eyes. He wanted to repeat that fast kiss, but he refrained himself from doing that. "But I feel I can trust you. Nothing with such beautiful eyes can be either dangerous, or deceptive".<br><br>Roberto instinctively raised an eyebrow, his eyes still glued to her oriental ones. Their capacity of calming him down, conveying safety and comfortable was something new for both the man with no memories and the man with bad memmories. Hitomi saw there was nothing left from the rebellious man who challenged her. Was it going to be as fun for her as before? Hard to know.<br><br>"I am a bit lost, Hitomi, sorry. I would like to know who you are, but I cannot. I know this can be frustrating for the parter", the Italian paused swallowing dry with concern. He knew a couple naked should be intimate, lovers, man and wife. He sensed that could be painful for the beautiful HItomi.To make it up her frustration, the Italian, smiling with his dark eyes, began to recite, whispering in a deeply passionate way, his lips very close to Hitomi's<br><br><em>Perché ti piace di me?<br>Perché hai permesso!...<br><br>Qui è la questione che mi confonde<br>e baralha a profondità di esaurimento...<br>Perché ti amo e tu nom ha dato il permesso<br>Non ho mai acceittato naturali<br>mentale o fisíco, non so<br>Mio amore ti amo dal profondo del mio cuore<br>Dimmi anche che ti amo, e saremo felici per sempre<br>Come in hostórias di colore rosa...<br>Come le rose di Dirceu...<br>Rosso e giallo rose, simbolo di amore e di passione<br>Rose di rose e orchidee sono orchidee<br><br>Buona notte a tutti i fiori...<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 00:53:56</strong>
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				Hitomi only gasped at him, unsure of how to speak for a few long moments. She stared at him while he spoke, only becoming more frustrated rather then less. She felt an tear at the corner of her eye but she blinked it away. She stroked him putting an finger to his lips to quite him and then leaned down and kissed him. She could not believe what she did. She was exhausted alone by this circumstance. <br><br>"It is ok. Just rest now." She kissed him struggling to keep her calm when she was heavily worried about him. "Just rest ハンサム. I will protect you." She then leaned down and kissed him. Something formed in her mind slowly. <br><br>She had ruined him. But, she had the capabilities to give him the best of life. He trusted her. He...he had told her...before...<br><br>Hitomi kissed him softly. "My romantic stallion, rest, your orchid will care for her Cuore forte."&nbsp; <br><br><br>And then very extra gentle she moved his head so that it layed on a pillow and she brought herself to lay beside him, She wrapped his arms around her. "Let me see if I can bring back your memory, sweet stallion." And then she kissed his lips for a dark unforgiving passion while her dark obsidian eyes conquered his own, and buried his body in hers. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts...she took him and with an finger under his chin she held him to the kiss. And then she released him to softly explored down his back slowly till she had his ass in her hands. Side by side she wanted to roll his body around her own, as her previous desire grew to higher and higher levels. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 14:22:52</strong>
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				Without knowing and without willing, Roberto was causing that woman to sadden. Hitomi hid her feelings quite well as the Strong Stallion began to act as a lover, so there was no reason for him to abandon his sweetness. Roberto felt he naturally was kind and gentle to women and was not used to violence in spite of his macho behaviour. He understood the best would be let Hitomi to look after him until his memory comes back. After all, they were intimate and she told him to relax. <br><br>"An orchid and a stallion, a perfect combination. Just a sublime, delicate Japanese could think in that way", the now womanizer Roberto whispered with his fingertips exploring her straight hair. The way Hitomi laid his head on the pillow was also emotionally touching, specially if compared to what Roberto had gone through before. He trusted her to the point of closing his eyes and letting her land his head on the pillow, just using his strength to hold his heavy body - such a fragile-looking girl would not have the power to control his many muscles, he thought. Roberto opened his eyes and saw how happy and sad were Hitomi's eyes. He had to be careful, he did not want to hurt her feelings - it was enough for her to be next to the lover who no longer recognized her. <br><br>His hands accepted the invitation and cupped her round breasts which were not huge. Roberto has always found that large breasts were vulgar, reminding him of cows. However, Hitomi's breasts were not like that. Her body was that of a model, but her pale breasts were just in the size to fit perfectly his hands. He hold them gentally and smiled at her. Thereafter, the soft strong touch of his right hand took her neck, holding it strongly and gentally. The Strong Stallion began to caress her neck, to soothe her muscles which were reflecting her tension and concern with something. His other hand slid down towards her belly and toyed with the hole. No words. Just actions. His breath could be felt now in her neck. His eyelids closed so that vision would not spoil the soft touch on Hitomi.<br><br>Everything was going smooth and well until Hitomi's still wet hands groped his ass. It did not hurt, but it pained in a stinking way, causing Roberto to stop kissing the gorgeous Japanese. The Italian moved away from her a bit, gasped for air, his eyes opened and instinctively turned to his back - of course, he could not see what happened to his cheek butts but they pained. The wetness in Hitomi's hands was the main source of his discomfort.<br><br>"I think there is a wound in my ass, Hitomi", he said kindly willing not to spoil the momentum but his curiosity spoke louder. "What happened tonight, mi bella Hitomi", the Italian whispered in her ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 19:39:19</strong>
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				Hitomi closed her eyes for a brief moment, and then she turned and sat up looking up at his bottom but smiling softly. "You are ok, ンサム." She told him and then kissed him again this time on the forhead. She brought her hands to his sight and his hands to her hair. Then she pointed to the jacuzzi. "ンサム, I am....I am..." She sighed unsure of how to broach this with him. She sat up and then finally removed herself from the bed going to the bedside where she lifted the still chained to the bed post open collar he had been wearing. She lifted the cuffs, and then went over to the bedside table and brought the liquid latex paint to his view. <br><br>"You...my Strong stallion, have been keeping me...company tonight...I have been...I have been your padrona....愛人...your Mistress." She told him and then stood before him naked, and small, and yet the authority that she had brought him down with reviving itself to glitter in the delicate orchid. She waited patiently for him to realize what this all meant and actually summed up to. "I...I had collared you to the bed..." Her hand went out to motion to the collar at the end of the chain again. "But..I moved to the jacuzzi to relax...and well you...I think you ran after me, and forgot that you were collared because...well you fell back." she said shrugging. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 23:38:33</strong>
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				Roberto did not fully understand what Hitomi meant at first. His <em>padrona</em>? He saw the cuffs, his collar, some blood in the sheets, spread on the handing bed. There was strange but . Darkly strange. He sighed smiling as Hitomi sat next to the table and began to explain what happened. She was clearly embarrassed and did not look like that sweet girl he had met. Suddenly, the italian noticed that he could be in danger. Deep inside, these pieces of evidence turned him on.<br><br>"So, we are not lovers... you are my Mistress?", he questioned raising his eyebrow suspiciously. His frustration was clear as he had no idea most woman would crawl to sleep with him. Hardly any of these woman would be able to make him crawl. However, the Italian had no idea how much he had crawled to be decently, lovely treated by Mistress Hitomi. She seemed concerned but the wreckages around were making him to reconsider this initial position. What if she were dangerous, a dangerous domme? No matter how exciting this game could be, it was still dangerous. And Roberto was not willing to die for his a woman, although he had already shown he would be willing to suffer for his male honnour.<br><br>Still with a beloved voice and eyes, he stood up, watching Hitomi for some second. How could she be a Mistress? Not likely. More likely would he be the Master. Hitomi was the mistress of confusion, even when she did not want to. For a man with low IQ like Roberto, this was particularly easy to accomplish. Once more, the contradictory signs from Hitomi were being conveyed according to her sexy strategy. Anyway, he wanted to have a girl, his dick was begging to fill her pussy. Amazingly, his shaft was large and erect, his veins bulging as the blood was being pumped into. Hitomi's effect over that man was amazing. Had she seen any male like him before to react this way?<br><br>The girl remained quiet and calm after finishing her words. Roberto kneeled on the bed and walked to the edge. One limb to the ground, another to the ground. What a man Hitomi had in front of her, just for her amusement. He walked confidently towards Hitomi, who was holding a pot with paint. While holding her waistline, he twisted her, landing her delicated on the bed, straddling upon her legs, his shaft close to her breasts. <br><br>"What is this, my dear Hitomi? Are we paiting each other today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 04:14:06</strong>
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				She growled. Her culture who had men who would treat a woman this way. But she softened the growl into an purr to deceive him. She brought an finger up under his chin to have him lean very far down to almost to the point where she could kiss him. "Yes...we painted...I painted all the beautiful marks on your body that showed where you are mine...just like now where..." Then his calming girl had a smirk..."like now where you have my teeth marking your neck, ンサム." While she had been speaking she took the pot and placed it far down on the end of the bed. But now that free hand was free. It was free and it made quick unforgiving contact with his ribs. She growled now straddling him she slapped him across the face. <br><br>"Do not do that!" She growled...and yet some small part of her felt bad. "You obey me, you may not remember it, but I proved earlier why." And then she slowly lowered an anger still in her voice. "You do not touch me that way. You do not force yourself&nbsp; upon me, like the other 愚か者."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 01:46:37</strong>
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				Roberto was passing his hand over the mark in his neck when Mistress Hitomi punched his ribs strongly, causing him to gasp for air and fall back to the floor, his head almost hiting the bed again. That was an unexpected move, since the poor man did not know what the girl was capable. His dizziness was not the major problem now. On the contrary, he felt confident about his balance immediately after raising his head for the sweet girl, who as confident as a Greek goddess, was walking towards him, in order to straddle over his muscled legs. <br><br>That first deceptive move by Mistress Hitomi made it clear that the Italian was actually under danger. Even feeling pain - had she broken any of his ribs ?-, he crawled on his back swiftly from under her legs after she finished commanding him. The man slowly stood up and glared her eyes, just some metres away from the Mistress Hitomi. He could not stop gazing her bouncing breasts, her flat stomach, her torned legs. "Per ché, mi padrona? Per ché?", the Italian muttered.<br><br>Trying to recoved the calm, Roberto had two alternative: to resist or to subdue. A small pain began to sweep the back of his head, but the Italian tried to calm down, breathing slowlier, relaxing his muscles without lowering his guard. Then, he questioned her. "Wait sweet Hitomi. I dont remember anything, why did you do that? Couldnt you have simply have asked me? We are grown up people, you know that", he said winking at her while placing his arms in a defensive position. For a second, he looked down at his shaft which continued large and thick - why could it not cool down in front of her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 01:57:58</strong>
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				She did not look impressed by his attempts to sway her. "What did you think a Mistress was? I am a business woman. I deal with men on a daily basis who see women as mearly enjoyable objects." She slowly moved towards him her fingers lightly brushing against his length when she was within reach. She came till her lips were a breath from his, and if he had continued to keep his arms up, they would be resting against her shoulders inches above her beautiful breasts. As if to sooth him her fingers slowly moved from stroking his cock carefully and lovingly to doing the same to his victim ribs. Her tongue came&nbsp; to lick her bottom lip making it's pout glisten as her eyes faced his. <br><br>"I do not like an womanizer. You walked in being that, and I can see now, an hit on the head did not relieve you of that trait." She brought her hand slowly up his chest and stroked his cheek bringing his lips down to hers when she placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I hate a man on top." She told him softly into the kiss then she gripped his chin hard. <br><br>"Look, don't excite my anger. I am very very much attracted to you. But if you try and act as if you are writing the script my confuso forte stallone, I will leave you amnesia or no amnesia. I am not one of the girls who pay millions to get into your bed." Then she smiled and gentled her touch though the demanding strength was still there as she held his chin. "You obey to get into mine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 21:10:42</strong>
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				Roberto was confused. Pay millions? What was she talking about? Would girls pay millions to stay with him? These words flattered his ego. After all, he was a strong stallion - even without knowing what cost him to get that qualification from Hitomi, he was proud of that. Hitomi's work on his brain had confused him, so now he was recovering memories with some inculcation of the mighty Mistress. After some time, Roberto remembered: he was a male prostitute who was serving Hitomi, a Japanese world-class executive with good fighting skills.<br><br>The strong looking man just remembered glimpses of what had happened when Hitomi had "enveloped" his body into his and seductively pressed her breasts against his. Come on, Roberto! She is not a danger, she was just upset! She was so hot, her husky, seductive voice was showing how horny the Japanese girl was. She did not want to be treated as a spoiled girl but as a confident wanna be alpha woman. That was the point. She wanted to be on the top - in reality, he did not yet suspect Hitomi wanted more. Soon, her hands were caressing his chest, his ribs, her scent was clothing his body. Hitomi was too good to be true, all Roberto remembered was that he was particularly fond of oriental looking girls. Hitomi was the utmost girl in this regard - her voluptuous, non vulgar body was probably the cause of the erection and his submissive behaviour in that occasion.<br><br>The Italian's hands and arms changed from the previous defensive position and touched her waistline tenderly. Roberto tried not to look like womanizer, but rather a kind submissive man. His hands hesitated to grab her waistline, he did not dare look at her dark eyes... for the first time showing maybe a new level of submission. A smile reappeared in his face and the strong stallion replied:<br><br>"I think I remember what you want, Mistress Hitomi", he advanced his body against hers, bending his knees in a submissive way and placing his shaft among her gorgeous legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 04:17:29</strong>
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				Hitomi smiled and caressed his head before pushing lightly on his shoulders till he was down on his knees before him. "ンサム..." She whispered very slowly. She kept him there for a few moments simply drinking in this image she had wanted all night long. Then she took his chin and rose it up till finally he understood to look at her. <br><br>"Get onto the bed, my Strong Stallion." She whispered softly. Then she came to him and kissed him. "You have a choice...I was a bad Mistress, I did not protect you, and for that I am sorry...." She whispered kissing slowly from his lips down his neck and across his shoulder blades to his heart. Then she rose up to look him in the eyes. <br><br>"I can not ethically keep you any longer after hurting you so. It just does not feel right. Not, to be buying you throughout the night. So, either you can leave me. I will have my own personal chauffeur take you to the hospital if you wish, or back to your place. I will pay Mel, downstairs, and should you ever need any medical bills taken care of you have only but to forward the bill to me and I will take care of you. I will not bother you if you do not want to, and you do not have to stay with me or act a certain way just because it is your job." She paused for a few moments, but the solid conviction in her eyes guaranteed this all. Then they softened, softened brown eyes with an wicked smile playing on her lips. <br><br>"Or, Roberto...強い種馬...ンサム...forte stallone...attraente...I will extend my stay here for the rest of the week. In the morning we will have an doctor come here to insure that you are ok, and at the end of the week, you can become my personal lover, my solo amante. I will have an apartment set up for you in Japan, I will take care of you, you can still continue to work if you wish, as long as you come back to your Mistress in the end. And I will help you launch whatever aspirations it is that would bring you joy in life. Just as I will bring you joy in your life as my submissive...my forte stallone...強い種馬..." Then she came and traced his lips with her tongue while her nails scoured hard down his chest. "It will not always be sweet, dear 強い種馬, but it will be rewarding, I assure you." Her tongue delved into his mouth, demanding entrance and then demanding the right to explore every forbidden inch of his mouth. When she finally pulled away her body was dripping with it's own pleasure, dripping and coating him as her hips rocked against his erection. "You will be mine...to punish....to enjoy...to please...and to be pleased by...you will do everything as to my wishes...and soon you will be given access to your Mistress' flower." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 08:43:44</strong>
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				Part of Roberto wanted to resist her hands, to continue standing, to kiss her mouth. Part of Roberto wanted to be the strong stallion, the womanizer, the proud male specimen. The muscular man who would make women go mad. But his dodging eyes were an evidence he was changing. He somehow feared eyeing Hitomi. Or would that be a sign of respect? Or yet the way Hitomi thought a strong stallion should behave. the hesitation was different from the headache he had when he thought of disagreeing with her - it did not depend on a physical stimulus, it was rather a general attitude towards her. Now Hitomi would have more difficulties to have a man to practice martial arts with. Of course, as he was reduced to a toy, the Japanese girl could order him differently.<br><br>As Hitomi forced the strong man down, without using a fraction of the mental and physical strength she was capable of, his eyes and nose examined every single inch of her feminine body. Her omnipresent jasmine scent. Her pale skin. Her flat belly. Her curvaceous waistline. Her sexy hips. She was the ultimate geisha! Oriental girls were his favorite, but not dominant ones - in reality, some girls had tried that but Roberto was so dominant, so seductively dominant that none of them had succeeded. Now it did no longer matter. He had been humbled utterly. The Italian was knelt. Just as Hitomi wanted. He had to make a decision but his mind was full of doubts. Would it be the right decision?<br><br>"Mistress Hitomi, your offer is tempting. I am not sure about my commitments tough", Roberto said as his head began to pain slightly, remembering the strong stallion there was no actual choice. His hear beats speeded. His hair stood on their ends. He was hers. Completely hers. Completely destroyed, defeated, humiliated by a sexy girl. His eyes were glancing her breasts, no eyes in hers. He desired her as much as he feared her. No girl had done that before to the confident womanizer. He was thinking thinking with his sexual instincts, her flower should be the best in the world - after all, it was so well protected! <br><br>"In reality, I would love... to be your slave, to be used, to be used, to be trained, to be your punchbag", the strong man added without thinking about the consequences of his words. In reality, that message had been recorded by Hitomi all over the night - it was not actually his free will... which in reality would not have been much different. The stubborn man was gone. At least in the surface.<br><br>"Take me to Tokyo"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 19:02:45</strong>
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				She smiled and kissed his bottom lip. "Forte stallone....I have an impossible amount of resources, I'm pretty sure there are few women that could fight and win against my demands." She laughed softly and kissed. Then she moved in a slow seductive sway to the bed, sitting with her legs over the edge crossed so from one corner the curve of her ass could be displayed perfectly, and yet her glistening wanton womanhood was blocked. She wiggled the come hither finger for him to come to her. There she had him once more kneel before her while she stroked his hair, and the tip of her heel traced along his inner thigh till he understood to open to her. She traced delicate designs along his thigh, debating something in her eyes.<br><br>Then she smiled and lifted his chin bending over, so he could see into her courset while she layed a gentle kiss on his forhead. Then she stood till she was facing him. "Kneel on the bed, Roberto." She explained to him. While she went around the room gathering up her various kinds of bondage. Until finally, she stood facing the bed at the very end of the bed. She strapped chain with cuffs to the tops of the bed. Then she went and retrieved an spreader bar, an cock ring (http://www.adameve.com/adult-sex-toys/cock-rings/sp-vibrating-ball-banger-cockring-14247.aspx). She chained him so he was spread eagle at the bed, having to place each foot on the ground, only have her spread them apart. Then she slipped his new ring upon him kissing his shoulders delicately as she pressed against him from behind. <br><br><br>"First lets take you to heaven." She whispered softly, and yet very darkly. "Or hell...you'll have to decide which." Then she kissed his shoulder blades again. He was facing the bed she was at his back facing him. And then she stepped two steps away and came to spank him hard and fast across his ass. She spanked him three more times before she kneeled behind him and started to slowly and softly began kiss his ass cheeks. Her tongue began to twist into his anus, spreading his cheeks for her approval. Her nails dug slightly in. She slowly started to lick his ass, dig into his body till she could slowly torture every inch of that anus with her small tongue. Then she would quickly pull away slapping against his ass once more. She would repeat the pattern several times. Three slaps, then she would dig into his ass with her tongue, then three more slaps as the process began again. She repeated it five times before coming around to kneel on the bed and bring her lips to his. <br><br>"強い種馬....my 強い種馬...." She whispered darkly then she would kiss slowly up along his neck to steal into his mouth again while her hands came around to squeeze his ass pressing his body to hers, where his bound cock came to rub against her wanton womanhood. <br><br>"Say it...say how you want me..." She whispered against his lips. "Beg for it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:40:03</strong>
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				Roberto's eyes locked Hitomi's swaying to the bed as no other woman had ever done before. It was as if the Japanese girl were saying "look at what you can have, stupid man". She even looked like another workmate, a certain Juliana Energia, a hot latin girl who appeared at the Place from time to time - she was a professional domme who did not care at all about their clients, but she was so full of love and kink that even Roberto once wanted to sleep with the voluptuous girl. This was the reason why the strong stallion did not even breath when she was walking graciously as a salsa ballerina, a far cry from the strong-willed Mistress who had crushed his will some hours ago. Appearances were definitively deceptive.<br><br>At her command - almost a mere thought -, Roberto crawled swiftly towards Hitomi and kneeled in from the Mistress for her to toy with his hair. For an outsider, he would have looked like a happy puppy but the Italian did not think that way. Roberto had a strangely pleasant feeling, as if her soft touch would last forever. for him, there was no humiliation in that way of behaving - it was a primary need of his muscular body. As many times before proved it, the dumb Italian was completely wrong about the good intentions behind Hitomi's plans. Another evidence of his male inferiority, his stupidity. Poor pig. Hitomi could make whatever she wanted out of him.<br><br>As a good slave, Roberto opened his legs to give his Mistress full view of his inner thighs and strong legs. They were so strong that it was hard to believe that a mere touch of Hitomi had already got full submission from his mind. Hitomi had inculcated submission and passive into his mind and as a reward, he was given pleasure even in non relevant things. For instance, her sexy corset. It was hot, of course, but the way Roberto reacted was too much. For him, the view of her corset, of her compressed breasts, willing to jump out, of her flat belly, her paleness contrasting with the corset's darkness was too much for his imagination. He was almost slobbering at the mere sight, combined with the naturally aphrodisiac jasmin scent of Hitomi. <br><br>It was impossible for Roberto not to do what Hitomi wanted - the strong stallion gladly kneeled in the bed and waited for other humiliation devices, a spreader bar and the cock ring! He was not willing to do that, but she used her strength, mainly psychological, to spread his body and attach the toys how she wanted. Everything seemed so easy for the mighty girl. Hitomi felt his body trembling as he had never seen that thing before. Slowly, his memories were coming back and he had no idea of how that could be. His feet were on the ground when Hitomi placed the ring on his cock, humbling even more that pathetic man. His honour was a cry from the past, just as ancient Romans or Greeks - they existed, but no one remembered how they ended. Roberto was just a toy for Hitomi.<br><br>To his surprise, the cockring was actually stimulating him even more. Mistress Hitomi had given him a reward, Pavlov would say. As there was no prohibition regarding cumming, it should not be a problem. The cockring fitted snugly around his shaft and as Hitomi began to lick his asshole, he iron ball shoke repeatedly stimulating his balls. It was delicious and hard to hold the cumming. Her spankings came to countereffect her sexual stimulation. As the Japanese domina was about to begin the sixth sequence of spanking and licking the asshole - another humiliation for an homophobic stallion like Roberto -, he almost cummed for the first time since he had recovered his memories. At the same time, she wanted to listen to the stallion begging for her flower, which landed gentally on the top of his dick. Nevertheless, Mistress Hitomi asked him to beg for her womanhood instead of continuing the humiliation.<br><br>"<em>Padrona</em>, please, make me your toy. Use my dick as it pleases you most. Thank you for making me your slave! I was so stupid to deny control to you!", he said submissively as his massive body shivered under the fragile looking girl. "Give me access to your hot core", he added shivering as his hands grabbed the white sheets of the body. "お願いします!", the strong Italian said in Japanese in the hope of pleasing his Mistress even more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 23:25:42</strong>
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				She laughed softly and kissed him again, her face broken out in an grin, and her eyes happily gazing at him. She released his hands while she kissed him. Kissed him, and adored his face for a few moment. She grasped him tightly to pull his hands behind him, now binding them behind his back with only a few short inches to allow movement. She gripped his ass pulling him more and more towards him, releasing his legs, then grasping his ass again to slowly pull him with her while she slowly followed downwards. She was soon laying on her back, with her stallion above her. She purred delightfully happy. Kissing him her tongue invaded and demanded ever strange inch of his length. She insured that he could rub against her, but did not yet guide his manhood inside of her. They slide up till they were at the head of the bed. <br><br><br>Releasing him she released only to run the tips of her fingers against his cheek. Licking her lips, she gave him an single finger, popping it into his mouth so that he would have to suck, bite down, or merely hold it. If he could still manage a few intellectual moments he would realize to suck it. With her other hand she began to release the buttons of her courset just until her pressed breasts could breath more easily. The rest of her was still relatively closed. She pulled her finger free and proceeded to push him slowly down. <br><br>"You may have access to my flower, Roberto. Lick me. Bring me to pleasure with your mouth. Worship your, Padrona, twist your hips, and I will allow you to see what your good behavior has granted that fine stallion manhood of yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 21:07:55</strong>
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				Hitomi was more than a Mistress, she was a Goddess! To Roberto's eyes, this was the most appropriate definition on that time. He smelled her scent, the proximity of her body drove his shaft larger and larger. Her goddess-like powers revealed herself when she manipulated his large body over the bed, as if the strong stallion were a mere toy. A light toy. With no fear, Hitomi tied his arms in his back and pulled him up in the bed. Oh my God! Her body was there, waiting to be fucked. Roberto locked down at her pussy, it was smelling so good, the same scent since from the beginning, the same scent which seemed to control his thoughts, minds, actions. The same dangerous scent for which Roberto deep inside blamed his utter submission. Who cared about that now? He was Hitomi' slave. He sighed reluctant, hoping to enjoy the prize which had been waited for so long.<br><br>His manhood was ready to fuck her. It rubbed her inner tights, her cheek butts, but when he was about to target her pussy, Hitomi prevented him from doing that, dodging herself as graciously as one of her deadly karate blows. It was not yet time to fuck her. However, his desire was increasing as the cockring was exciting him more and more, every time his dick touched her soft back, his jewels were hit by the small iron ball. He was moaning almost continuously, trying to hold his cum. He did not want to cum in her cheek butts, this would be another humiliation for a stallion. His body shivered so strongly that Roberto thought there would be no alternative but to baptise the girl's butts. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, regained control. The Italian had not yet being ordered to cum, he knew it. As an appetizer, Hitomi offered the strong stallion one finger to lick and taste her. It was so good, Roberto suckled it repeated. As a last Alpha move, Roberto bite the finger and only released as Hitomi pulled it out.<br><br>The finger was an anticipation of what was to come. Apparently, no order to cum was close. She wanted him to be more humbled, to be used for her sole pleasure. Had Hitomi known that serving was source of so much pleasure for slave Roberto, she could have changed her mind. As she ordered, he twisted his hips, his butts sat on his ankles. The large man submissively bend his muscular chest over and his nose landed in the cleavage of her butts. He smelled her sweat, his tongue came out and began to lick her. He felt her powerful gluteous muscles tensing and grabbing his nose and tongue. He was momentarily paralysed and could not breath through his nose. He tried to pull it backwards, but only succeed when Mistress Hitomi released it. Even in that apparently defenseless position, she liked to show her power, he thought. His tongue continued the way down and she instinctively did the same. Once, twice. He could not reach her pussy. His breath became heavier and somehow desperate. What if she got excited and decided to asphyxiate him?<br><br>After 1 minute, licking and sucking her cleavage, Roberto finally reached his primary target - the Goddess's pussy. Yes, it smelled so good that the combination of scent and vision made the Italian to moan in pleasure. Mmmmmm. She wanted to be worship, and he was going to do so. <br><br>First, Roberto placed his tongue outside his mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the outer lips and began to touch the top of them repeatedly. Thereafter, his tongue grew confidently and landed on the outer lips, making round moves around the hole. Roberto made the moves random: fast, slow, not so fast, fast, slow motion. This "torture" took five minutes. The position was not comfortable at all. Nevertheless, as a slave, Roberto was not primarily interested in his own comfort. Then, his tongue as manly as possible for a man in that situation penetrate deep in her core - as it was sudden, he could listen to Hitomi gasping for air, surprised her stallion could bring so much pleasure. Yes, he could, he was a God of Love, the ultimate lover, no matter under which circumstances. His tongue licked the inner walls, suckling the liquid - oh, yes, Hitomi looked like a rainforest as liquids were sliding down from everywhere. He wanted so much to have his shaft inside Hitomi in that occasion. To make this hopefully momentaneous frustration, the humiliated slave began to thrust his tongue inside the Japanese core, as if he was using his shaft. These mvoes produced an impressive reaction from Hitomi, who jerked and no loger hid her arousal. Every moan of Hitomi was a reward for Roberto, making him feel happy. Yes, even under those conditions, Roberto was now happy. Maybe he had just found his true himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 04:48:22</strong>
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				Hitomi was purring in pleasure, but a playful smile played on her lips. Her poor dear Stallion just didn't understand. And yet sometimes this confusion was something she adored. "Stallion....not that way. Turn your hips to me, does my Stallion know of Sixty-nine? I will take of your ring, just bring that wonderful strong manhood up here, and I will entreat you." She purred, and pushed him away long enough to move, and force him to find the balance, and comfortable postion on his back to lay with his arms bound. She leaned down and kissed her bound man on the lips, tasting herself and purring softly again. He really was quite good, he had her inches from orgasmic seconds after his torturous ways touched her. <br><br>She mad him lie on his back. Bitter sweet, he had to balance himself so the pressure would not damage his bound arms, and yet, she straddled his face giving him the access he needed to her womanhood. While she removed his cock wring and wrapped her lips around the edge of his manhood. Around the manhood and she was purring around him, the taste of the aroused flesh blossoming greater pleasure through her. And yet...Hitomi began to prove that she had an way to reserve her strength, she seemed more resilient against his pleasure, her own teetering arousal slowed because she could devote her concentration to the slow long licks against the underside of his cock, before she would slowly take her teeth and run them just hard enough to cause an slight amount of pain against his entire flesh before tender kisses would rain down several times upon him to sooth. Then her tongue would once more emerge and Hitomi found great fun in only applying her tongue and the slight suckling she performed to the head alone of his length. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 04:24:34</strong>
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				Roberto smiled as Hitomi asked for the 69 position. She was better than the Italian could expect - both would be pleasing each other simultaneously! He felt her pushing his massive body outwards, almost causing it to fall to the left, outside the bed. Hitomi was so powerful that apparently effortless moves had a deep repercussion on the large man - or would he be so destroyed and subdued that a mere touch caused him to stomp back? Anyway, that did not matter a lot. Immediately after being pushed away, the strong stallion (or would he be a silly - after all, he had not understood correctly her command) turned his hips to the requested position. <br><br>Lying on his back, Roberto made some effort to prevent his wrists and muscular arms from getting wound - deep inside, there was a man, a large male, willing to be free, to touch that adorable woman, to fuck her. He had to control himself momentarily. Mistress Hitomi was nice and he would certainly be rewarded. Suddenly, he felt great relieve as Hitomi's fingers removed the cockring. That device was good but torturing at the same time - the fact that he could not even precum was driving him crazy and the device had been specially designed to cause slaves to cum! At the same time, Mistress Hitomi spread her legs and showed her womanhood - finally, her womanhood was there, again, to be tasted, to be suckled, the be licked. <br><br>"TO BE WORSHIPPED!!!", Roberto moaned loudly saying loudly what he had been thinking. He smiled thinking that the Japanese girl would certainly understand his enthusiasm. <br><br>For the first time after long hours, he would enjoy as much as Mistress Hitomi. The mere fact the cockring was no longer torturing him to cum was ecstasy for the man - he wanted to cum, but by Hitomi's provocation, not by a tortuous masturbation. His enthusiasm did not last long, as the manic Japanese showed what her intentions were. When Roberto was submissively moving his head to worship her womanhood, he felt her teeth in his shaft. He moaned in pain. Ahhh. Why was she doing that to him? Couldn't she simply suck his dick and give him some pleasure? The slight amount of pain was unbearable for the stallion whose body trembled. Tears dropped from his eyes, his body nearly fainted. He cried like a child. He could not suck his goddess. It was the ultimate frustration.<br><br>However, sometime later, Mistress Hitomi changed the approach and began to caress his shaft using her tongue, the tip of his erection was being deliciously massaged. His veins in the dick bulged making Hitomi's tongue feel his manhood was responding to her. The slave Roberto raised his eyes and saw the gorgeous pale cheek butts, the hot vagina with the liquids pouring from it. It was time to please her as no one had ever done. She deserved simply the best and the Italian man was the best. Roberto raised his head and began to suck her core, first slowly, but later faster and with great strength. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:04:17</strong>
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				She was so hot. She had to work hard to avoid orgasming within a few spare moments. She desperately wanted him pounding away within her. But, every fiber of her delicate Japanese body was deterimed to avoid climaxing. She knew that it would damage him on some level. But, she did not want him to realize how quickly she could scum to the pleasure he gave her. For the moment she pushed herself to hold back and consumed herself with what was possible to give to his thick length of pleasure. She wanted him to teeter on the impossible edge till he was sweating bullets, then give her everything she could possible ever want from him. Even if she would not yet give him the same. <br><br><br>Her tongue flickered back and forth up and down on his length. She blocked all of her moans by giving them around his tip. <br><br>She brought her cheek to rub against him, wanting everything she could to let him feel the soft texture of her silky pale skin. She only wished that the ceiling was adorned with an mirror so that he could see the spectacle. Could that come later when she convinced him to return to Japan with her? She licked her lips and developed him in an low suckling, in a low long suckling of his entire length. She suckled him as if he was nourishment she needed in order to exist. But then shortly after she suddenly released him and blew very slowly cold air against his length, something that would bring unpleasant to the pleasent she was giving him. She refused to give him one without at least an pinch of another. <br><br><br>She suckled him, enjoyed him and took every inch moaning at every way possible. She turned herself, twisting her mouth so that he could develop him in every way possible. When she wasn't taking every inch of him she was taking the head of his cock digging her tongue lightly into the hole that would deliver her what she wanted. It was when she was soothing him with sweet kisses and gentle rubs to his manhood that she spoke to him. <br><br>She was pretty sure he was getting close in his pleasure, but she had to find out. "Roberto dear...ンサム...forte stallone...is your Mistress pleasing you? Does this feel good? Do you want to cum, ンサム? Do you want you Mistress to drink your pleasure?" She layed another kiss on the the top of his strong length. "You have permission to cum. Cum and fill your Mistress with your pleasure." She whispered very softly against the edge of his manhood before devouring his length again in all the pleasure she wanted to give him. She devoured him again stroking and suckling him with all the pleasure she felt for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 21:12:14</strong>
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				Every muscle was being used to its extreme to please the Japanese girl, licking her groin, her womanhood. How good she tasted! Every time he raised his head and invaded her core with his naughty tongue, he felt her clinging it, trying to fight back. Even there, in her womanhood, Mistress Hitomi wanted to be dominant. Deep inside, the Italian knew his tongue was doomed to be crushed and even so, he pretended he had some chance. Maybe she enjoyed a challenge inside her pussy. Licking her inner walls in spite of her resistance, in spite of her muscles trying to squeeze his tongue was a pleasant and painful task. Once he shouted in pain as her deadly inner muscles caught his weak tongue in such a way that it was almost cut. It was really risk playing with that woman!<br><br>At the same time, on the top, Hitomi revealed herself a dedicate lover, since she saved no effort to please his erection - at least, Roberto felt some love, strange love of course, in her behaviour towards his imponent manhood. Her tongue was doing a much better job than the cockring. Repeatedly, his shaft bulged, anticipating a explosion of pleasure. No, no, no, no! He had to stand more to please Hitomi! He gasped for air, even when the liquids pouring from her core was almost drowning him. The Italian had not only to taste the liquid, but to drink it all, so that he could breath some air to keep his body working to serve Hitomi.<br><br>All this effort to please Hitomi had its price. Sweat was covering abundantly Roberto's large body. If Hitomi liked the dirty, manly scent of her stallion, she would have orgasm just by smelling it - Roberto' scents were contaminating the room as the wind was no longer blowing from outside and air conditioning was not turned on. Were Roberto fucking Hitomi in the old&nbsp; days, he would never seem so weakling - these were evidences of how&nbsp; psychologically dwarfed the large man had been by the Japanese girl. <br><br>Roberto nearly ejaculated when Mistress Hitomi conceded such a grace. He could not answer to her questions properly. All he could do was to moan. Mmmmmmmm. His confused, brainwashed mind did not understand why she allowed him to cum. What had he done to the Japanese girl? Was she finally turning sweet after being harsh? Was she willing to show something else, maybe between the lines? Os was she afraid of permanently damaging his reproductive system? Many question populated his mind. For the Italian, nothing was clear, nothing really mattered, although he was feeling somehow anxious for being so lost. Even under such a huge in-determination, there was a childish joy inside him, a joy which the Italian could not explain. Paradoxically, being free made him wanting to serve her even more, even better. How could that be possible?<br><br>Were Mistress Hitomi able to read her slave's thoughts, she would definitively know that he would follow wherever she goes.<br><br>Finally, the strong stallion raised his eyes to look at his goddess. He was about to cum, moaning like a wounded beast, tied, subdued, humiliated, wondering whether she would indulge him to know her hot pussy or whether he would have to cum inside her mouth. Both alternatives were equally interesting. However, for the strong stallion, that experience, the first cumming with Mistress Hitomi, would be unforgettable.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 01:52:38</strong>
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				That was what she wanted. What she wanted and needed. She pulled her womanhood completely away from him. She pulled away from him and began an twice as furious assault on his manhood. She wanted him to cum. Cum and come soon. She was going to drink every inch of it. But first he had to come, come and explode in the pleasure that she felt for him, and the pleasure she knew he had for her. Licking her lips she continued to assult his manhood. Liquefying her own pleasure into pure aderline to give him pleasure by this precious appendage. She even swallowed him, something that was not easy for her to do this time with him so raging hard but she did and made it seem as if it was no type of problem for her. She swallowed him and began bobbing upon him as she attempted to push him over the peak of his pleasure where he could no longer escape from her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 18:09:16</strong>
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				Hitomi was the Goddess and Roberto a mere slave. Her desires, no matter how simple, were rule. When she decided to make him cum, it was just a matter of time - the supreme female would male the poor man cum as she would do anything to her toy. <br><br>Frustration. That was what the strong stallion felt when he watched her pussy moving away from his head and raised his trunk desperately. Her aphrodisiac scents had made him go crazy, his entire body shivered as he was no longer drowning himself in her demoniac liquids. "What have I done?" Please come back!", the pathetic man whispered almost crying. He grabbed the white sheets, which were so wet with his sweat, contaminated with his manly scent, and tried to calm himself, gripping strongly and pulling them away from the mattress. "Come back!", Roberto moaned in a low tone to show respect without daring look at Hitomi's face. <br><br>Soon the strong stallion noticed her womanhood was not so easy to be taken. Fortunately, Hitomi was offering him something so special - her entire body, fred from the shivering caused by the stallion's performance on her core, could focus on his shaft. That was amazing. For three of fours minutes, her tongue danced around his erection, her mouth enveloped several times his organ until swallowing all the precum. Roberto's body was falling apart, his endurance was gone, all his stamina had been drained by that vampiress of man power. The Italina was her prisoner and Hitomi wanted him to cum.<br><br>Then, Hitomi's desires came true. After moaning and shivering, Roberto jerked (even tied), hurting himself a bit in the ties, and finally semen abandoned his erection in a strong, vigorous flush, hitting unexpectedly the top of her mouth. Mistress Hitomi would hardly have seen a man producing so much semen - it was another offer of the slave for the Goddess. Mmmmmmmm. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 00:20:25</strong>
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				She had wanted it so that he could not escape her and he gave her that and more. He came perfectly flooding her as she never had been before, proving that he was something special that she knew she would continue to adore. She suckled him like an happy suckling child. She milked him for everything he had and then strived for more. She wanted to know that his balls were completely empty when she drank him in. She drank him till the point that he would&nbsp; have to beg her to stop, till he did beg her to end the shots of lightening pain from her suckling which had been pleasure, but done too long slowly became pain. <br><br>Then she rose over him, she flipped her postion still straddling his shoulders her still soaked cunt moments from his face as she looked down with Passion in her eyes. Teasing him, she rotated her hips forward, giving him a brief kiss of her dewy lips, then she pulled away. She did this several times before she took hold of his hair and pulled him to her. She pulled him into her womanhood so that he could suffocate on her scent, taste, and softness for a few moments then she pulled him just enough away that he could breath and complete what she stopped him from earlier. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 15:15:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Italian was still riding on the waves when Hitomi offered her pussy to be worshiped. The weight of her pussy on his nose and mouth was meant to remind Roberto of how pathetically weak and defenseless he was. Without noticing the risks of playing with Hitomi, the dumb male swiftly placed his tongue inside her core and began to lick the walls, swallowed the abundant fertile liquid running down into his face, mouth, neck. It was delicious to taste her, to smell the scent of the core so close of his nose. Hitomi looked like a cascade - her liquids was falling over Roberto's face in such a proportion that soon the Italian would change his mind. <br><br>What first seemed to be a reward for the strong stallion's performance soon became reason for desperation. His nose was completely flooded with her liquids and she did not let him breath using his mouth. He could not even gasp for air as her might groin muscles were covering his weak breathing airways. Again, he was squirming under Hitomi. Part of his body got injured again as he moved desperately in an attempt to set himself free. On the top, the Italian could see her eyes glimmering. For a moment, he wondered what other men inflicted to his Mistress so that she was willing to discount everything on him. Definitively, that girl had great pleasure in breaking strong stallions and turning them into useless crap.<br><br>For Roberto' sake, Mistress Hitomi got fed up with this torture and raised herself, allowing him to breathe. His eyes were red showing internal hemorrhages resulting from his efforts to breath. They would recover but that was a symptom of what sort of things pleased Hitomi. By that time, all Roberto wanted was to breathe, calm down himself from the asphixiating&nbsp; situation, relax just a bit. <br><br>Mistress Hitomi was unsatisfiable - the domme girl wanted more from her strong stallion and offered her core to be worshipped. Roberto actually tried to raise his head - he had completely lost the self-preservation instinct which was natural to human species. All that mattered was to please his Mistress. These efforts were in vain tough. He was so tired, still trying to clean his airways from her aphrodisiac liquid, that his head came down and banged strongly in the bed. A far cry of the man Hitomi had hired for a night of pleasure.<br><br>"Forgive me, Mistress Hitomi. I am not strong enough for satisfying you. Please give me some more minutes to recover. I want so much to lick your cherry", Roberto implored.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 16:18:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, and leaned down, her body slowly rolled against him in the seductive dance that left his saliva and her liquids all across his body down his chest. She seemed to be smirking, proud in some strange way. Finally her hips came to dance at the point where his manhood just began to be covered in her dripping nectar. She stroked his shoulders and came down, kissing and nipping along his neck, down across his shoulder till finally she was able to draw blood. She suckled it for a few short moments, before she licked it with one long apparent stroke of her tongue, t hen his Japanese mistress came back up to face him. <br><br>"You may rest..soon you'll learn how to recover quick enough to please me." She smiled, kissing his lips, taking her own taste and giving him the lingering taste of himself. Then she crawled off of the bed, her body once more dancing against him, till he was once more covered by her swollen pleased womanhood for a few brief seconds before she rose off the bed. She kept him bound there while she went over to the chair, just within his sight. Ten seconds later a soft whimpering moan came from her lips, the first sign of what he was losing. Her fingers began to play a delicate dance over her clit, she toyed with herself, her hips rolling in the chair as she delighted herself with her own administrations. <br><br>Hitomi was soaked, she was imagining pulling him against her, making him suffer to be consumed by her ass while suckling her cunt. She imagined his hips dancing up in an desperate want. She imagined him then fucking her deep, so deep that for the briefest of moments she imagined him controlling her. She wanted him desperately in that moment, but she wanted him to be broken so far down, just beginning to learn his own self worth as a stallion, before sh e built him up into the strong man she wanted entirely...the strong man covered in black and blue marks from t he pleasure she entreats upon him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 11:00:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roberto was really glad when Hitomi released him and stop torturing him physically. Even tied and bound, it was good to breath freely, to remember everything he had gone through, to look at her gorgeous body. Yes, everything had been worth. Mistress Hitomi was so beautiful, compared to his other girls, that the pain and humiliation were an acceptable price to be paid. His way of thinking was completely changed by now and he seemed to be willingly accept his slave condition... forever.<br><br>When Hitomi began to masturbate herself, Roberto reacted completely different. Instead of relaxing and recovering himself, the strong stallion raised his head and looked at the moaning Mistress. She was having pleasure right in front of him by herself. She was so perfect that no stallion was necessary. No Roberto was necessary. This mere thought was enough to drive him crazy in matter of seconds. His body immediately reacted to the scent of pleasure coming from Hitomi's pussy. His eyes were full of lust and desire. He wanted to be there, he wanted to be the cause of her pleasure, he wanted to be necessary. Then, acting as the dumb he was, Roberto made an effort to set himself free from the chains, pulling himself towards his Mistress. Needless to say there was no chance of success, Hitomi was smart and had him completely subdued. The Italian moaned loudly, more because of the pain he self inflicted in his attempt than because of the pleasure he was feeling in anticipation for serving his Mistress. His wrists and neck were hurt once more, some bleeding in these parts became noticeable.<br><br><br>"Hitomi, please, toy with me again! I want to help you, to serve you! No need of pleasure for me, please!", the pathetic man begged with his eyes wet in tears.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>31-08-2009, 05:31:04</strong>
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				Hitomi smiled her dark eyes playing from beneath her dark lashes almost staring at him with her sultry want before teasing him with her daring glances. Her fingers slid down her swollen petals entering an single finger within her as she moaned even deeper pressing her dear little slave into further torture. He had to learn to restrain himself. If she did not want him, he had to learn. <br><br>"Roberto..." Her voice was a steely voice forcing him to look her right into her mahogany eyes. There while pleasure made them fiery she was serious with him. "You put yourself in pain. That is not your right. You should await your Mistress. Acting less of a stallion only makes me less happy with you." She didn't use her endearments on him. She did not sound pleased. Once more she was proving to be a complex mistress. But, her plan truly was working in the best of ways...and soon he would be punished for disturbing her...he could learn how to disturb her without angering her later. <br><br>"If I wish to pleasure you then I shall it is my right. But, if I have no wish for you to pleasure me then you must be a good stallion and await my attention again."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 05:08:18</strong>
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				Roberto was dumb and had not noticed Hitomi’s control was absolute, more pervasive than could be thought. He listened to the Japanese speaking hypnotized completely by her mahogany eyes, by her velvet voice, by her naked body, her provocative moanings. All this only made his shaft even harder and he could not help moaning and shivering. <br>He enjoyed the verbal reprimand unconsciously although at surface his thoughts were confused. The Italian was seeing himself as a stupid, unable to understand the basic controls, the basic of obeying. Move after move, like in chess, Hitomi was annihilating every piece of his white army – after subduing the king, her dark soldiers were taking each of his pieces left. A complete brainwashing, the annihilation of what had been left of his free will. Some minutes ago, his Mistress wanted his body deeply, he could see that but he could not stand her powerful stamina – the male needed a break to catch up with the superior female being. The stallion inside the Italian considered the best way to serve her would be to please her after the brief pause to regain forces. What the hell was she saying now? Was he wrong? It seemed so. Once more, he was wrong. <br>The muscular man tilted his head backwards as if to relieve from the pain on his neck at the same time he moved backwards his nearly bleeding wrists. He lowered his head and dropped one tear. To make it up for his stupidity, the male began to tense and flex his muscles to show off to his Mistress. Maybe she could like the spectacle. Submissively, once more, Hitomi’ slave nodded wondering whether he would be allowed to say anything. Roberto remained quiet in that position, handcuffed and tied. Pathetic, silly man, he thought. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 19:33:52</strong>
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				Hitomi had been watching Roberto out of the corner of her eye. Even as her fingers slide into her warm wet entrance she paid much more attention to him. The following act was simple. Hitomi played with herself for several more minutes, each minute her moaning increased, she began to rock her hips, spreading her legs further and giving herself greater access. Yet, Hitomi was ever careful in the single detail of just keeping her treasure out of his eye sight. <br><br>Hitomi faxed her orgasm, she was still sitting so close to the edge of pleasure that she could cry. But she faked it, she only acted as if she reached that pinnacle of pleasure to further torture him, and when she threw her head back, eyes glittering as her hair swayed. Then, eyes closed tight as she arched her body up, almost fucking her fingers as her bubble gum tongue darted over her lips. She reopened her eyes, faxing still, heavy breathing, thinking of him beneath her as she kneeled behind him licking his anal passage till her cheeks flushed. Then she finally quited and leaned back into the chair quieting herself for a few moments. She hoped she had convinced him that she satisfied herself, when really she was beating herself internally for holding back so very long. Would she hurt herself for holding back so long? She never had before. Then one eye opened and she watched the submissive way of her slave and she eased. She slowly rose her muscles aching from strain of so long, she came to him and released him from his bonds till he was once more naked before her. Then she smiled and lifted his chin to kiss down his cheek to kiss away tears. His peacock like behavior wasn't pleasing, but his submissive behavior was so strong of a turning that she wanted to cry.<br><br>"Kneel, my stallion." She commanded and then she came behind him and kissed where he had bleed. She lifted his arms above his head and towards her till he felt the slightest amount of pain before kissing an bracelet around his wrist. She repeated with the other wrist and then her hands smoothed back down his ass till she reached his behind, her hands pressured him to rise up slightly till she could fully grasp his ass cheeks. She dug her nails in slowly. "You are not&nbsp; peacock&nbsp; you are a stallion. Stallions are naturally beautiful and handsome, they do not need to force their bodies to please the eye." Then she kissed behind his ear, finally coming to grasp it with her teeth and pull. <br>"I understand, yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 17:51:49</strong>
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				Roberto watched Hitomi masturbating herself with great interest. At first, it was just the naughty thoughts as a teenager watching pornographic movies. Shortly after, the mere view of the gorgeous, powerful female body was making his hair stand on their ends. It took no more than one minute for the pathetic Italian begin to moan, his body was completely drawn in Hitomi's lonely performance. Her voluptuous body writhing and contorting in pleasure was driving the strong man nuts. He had to control himself not to act foolish as before - his impetus, his animal side, his stupid male side almost made him jump again towards Hitomi. No, she did not want that, she wanted a well-behaved male. Roberto moaned and jerked slowly as Hitomi was enjoying herself.<br><br>Even before Hitomi climaxed, Roberto cummed in front of her. The handcuffs prevented the man from stroking himself, but the mental power of Hitomi over Roberto was pervasive - the Italian saw himself under her groin, licking and after being fucked by her pussy. Her pussy fucking his shaft, not the other way around, as the old macho would see. Afraid of the consequences, the stallion hid the cum from his Mistress' eyes by slightly twisting his body to the left. Watching her climaxing was amazing although his thoughts were soon busy with two ideas. First, Hitomi had not authorized him to cum. Second, the stallion recognized Mistress Hitomi did not need him at all. This second idea disturbed more than the first.<br><br>Roberto lowered his head, swallowed dry and did not dare raise his eyes to her after cumming. He listened to Hitomi climaxing - no idea she could be cheating him. Silence followed and he did not look at his Mistress for some time. He feared the consequences of her climax. Maybe the night was over for him. Maybe the fun was over for her.<br><br>Mistress Hitomi approached as confidently as before and freed the large male. Even without shoes, he could listen to her heels stepping on the ground as the ultimate female.&nbsp; She was not afraid of his muscles at all as she had already curbed it graciously before. Deep inside, Roberto liked fighting that female. Effortlessly, the Japanese toyed with his chin and kissed it, making his body shiver again. Following her instructions, Roberto kneeled avoiding visual contact with his Mistress. The male knew Hitomi could get angry at any time due to his cumming which by now was dropping from his groin. After being licked in the wounds, Roberto felt her powerful grasp in the buttcheeks. He smiled. Dumb man! Once more, what was pleasure turned into pain as the Japanese dug her nails deeper. The large man could bet he was bleeding when Hitomi criticised his peacock behaviour. Shit, he had done it wrong again! With a trembling voice, Roberto nodded:<br><br>"I do understand, Mistress Hitomi".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>09-09-2009, 18:50:46</strong>
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				She purred, pleased. She was pleased. Because she saw how he had fallen to her so effortlessly. She licked the inside of his ear, following the waves. "I can't wait to take you home, stallion." She informed him purring softly. "我英俊的种马..." She looked down across his body grinning wickedly as she spied his dripping manhood. Her fingernails dragged down across his chest as she came to gentally stroke his manhood. Her index finger extended to rub against the small pinprick hole that extinguished his wonderfull seed. "You enjoyed my show, Stallion? Should your mistress only pleasure herself in the future?" She didn't sound angry, but what would be an gentle coaxing rub against the tip, meant to futher tease him, would become rough and border on cruel for a few skin gnawing seconds before turning sweet once more. She was his devil angel. She kneeled behind him, her naked body against him, warm burning with desire...she was imagining everything she was going to go and to to him as time passed...each one was electrifying her sense more. She nipped down tenderly as her moist cunt rubbed against his back, at the base of his neck she kissed again then licked an naught character of her language onto his skin. "I'm going to mark you when we get home..Everytime you wear a low neck shirt...often...or are you are completely naked...even more frequent...everyone will be reminded of your subservience to me." She then kissed the spot again, before informing him of his future marking..."...训练有素的骏马...addestrato stallone..."...<em>trained stallion</em>....but first he would have to get to that level. <br><br><br>His Mistress was not finished with him. She ran her fingers slowly through his hair before kissing him on the top of the head again. She rose and went to the shower. She ran an cold shower for herself.&nbsp; Her skin was like icy when she stepped out, her teeth chattering, but her heart race had cooled down. Tears she had refused to let spill glittered her eyes, her pale pink lips slightly tinged with purple, but she took a deep breath and stood firm as she wrapped the thick warm towel around her and whipped away the water that had cleansed the soap from her body. Then she ran an perfectly warmed bubble bath for her stallion, adding the sweet liqueur of exotic woods, and oriental spices. She layed out an very simplistic cotton robe cut in her country's ancient fashion, then he heard the heels return to him as she kissed his cheek, and lead him to the bathroom by the hand. She gestured for him to enter the bath, and then sat on the rim legs closed to seal off her tearsure. "You have a choice Roberto....either you can take a bath by yourself, rest for the night in my arms, and then I will finally take you in the morning...or you can take your bath, then beg for me to take afterwards, you will bath me afterwards and then sleep on the floor at the end of the bed." She wanted him to have patience even if she didn't want to. She wanted him to choose the first...to choose to wait, and prove that he can hold off for her...he would wait...and she didn't say how early they would awake...she would adore to wake him by riding him while he is cuffed eagle to the bed posts...but he had to show her he could be patient as of first. <br><br><br><br><br>"我英俊的种马" = my handsome stallion
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 15:11:26</strong>
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				Roberto felt relieved when Mistress Hitomi did not get angry because of his ejaculation. Her hands ran over his body in contact with his semen. He wanted her to lick his body - of coruse, that did not happen, it was to expect too much from a Goddess. Following that, he guessed what was to come. There was the almost habitual teasing and spanking, but the Italian was getting used to that psychological torture - yes, it was a rather psychological torture than physical, since that man was quite resilient to pain. <br><br>The Italian watched the wonderful Hitomi walking to the restroom, swaying to tease his manhood as no other woman would sway. He wanted to follow her, to take her, to fuck her. Maybe Ms Koy wanted him to act instinctively, like a beast. These were impossible desires. Everything depended on her wills: she had to follow him, want him fuck him. The male had no choice left but to sit down and obey. <br><br>Wait! <br><br>A stallion is trained and would never behave in such a Barbarian way. Hitomi wanted Roberto to stay quiet and calm. The man tried to control his deepest instincts and remembered the pain and humiliation that the deceptive Hitomi had inflicted to him. In the end, his survival instincts prevailed over the sex ones. <br><br>And this was exactly what Roberto did while Hitomi was cleaning herself. The subdued man stayed quiet and calm seating on a chair.<br><br>After waiting for a long time, the Goddess came back, dressing simply a traditional Japanese kimono. There was no undergarment, Roberto could see that. Most of times, the stallion liked the naked body of a female, but Hitomi knew how to use her vast wardrobe: she knew how to use the adequate piece of clothe to tease and seduce men, to make them crawl full of desire. The Mistress informed her slave about her plans to mark him. Roberto hardly paid attention to her words as his mind was lost imagining her delicious, pale body&nbsp; under that fine kimono. The strong male just nodded without fully realizing the consequences of his action... as if Mistress Hitomi cared about what Roberto could think about these consequences!<br><br>The Italian did not notice she was taking him to the restroom - he simply followed his Mistress after being kissed a couple of times. Hitomi's lips just opened again inside the restroom to play her games and give the poor Italian two choices. Both choices seemed almost the same for Roberto. The Goddes wanted him to speak, to make a choice. How difficult it was! The male had just lost all the free will, he was completely lost, indecisive. This is why tears began to drop from his eyes: his Mistress wanted him to make a choice but he was completely unable due to the brainwashing he went through.<br><br>"Sorry, Mistress Hitomi! I simply cant make a choice! I don't know why, but I cant! Please forgive me! Just tell me what you want and I will do it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 00:01:29</strong>
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				Hitomi tisked softly, licking the rim of his ear while an single finger entered between his butt's crack. The finger moved up and down slowly as she came around the front of him. Her robe separated softly so he could feel the soft tender jasmine and lotus flesh that he craved so preciously. <br>She rubbed against him purring softly in her desire. <br><br>She then brought her lips to cover her own. She let it go on for a few moments. Consuming his mind with the lust of her dangerous kiss. Stealing into him, attempting to make him useless into her kiss. Then she pulled back promptly and without an seconds pause she brought her hand fast and hard across his face. She hit him again, this time into his stomach till he would have to double over. Her foot quickly nailed him on the back, just far enough away to not damage his spine, but close enough for him to feel the pain. She waited till he had to be on his hands and knees then she said in a soft silky voice like before.<br><br>"I don't want someone useless. Decide." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 02:25:33</strong>
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				Roberto enjoyed the kisses and caresses of Hitomi the most he could because he knew it would be soon replaced by an unbearable pain. It was not a self-fullfiling prophecy. On the contrary, pain followed pleasure in every aspect of his "relation" with Hitomi. As expected, it did not take long until her attitude changed. The superior female was back on her charge against her toy. <br><br>Right after gasping for air because of her low hit in the stomach, almost as fast as she thought, the strong man felt his spine almost cracking and fell to his knees and then to his hands easily. It looked like as if Hitomi had not made any great effort to bring him to that pathetic position. He moaned in pain longly even after listening to her command. All his muscles were useless against the exact and almost deadly Besides his body, also his head was paining, because he simply could not make a decision. Making a huge effort, the Italian muttered.<br><br>"The first one".<br><br>His body collapsed, falling completely to the floor not before his head hit the corner of a chair. He was almost fainting due to the inflicted pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 03:18:49</strong>
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				Hitomi slowly descended to her knees and gentally kissed the top of her Italian's head. "My sweet stallion." Then she brought his head into her lap gentally cradling it so that he was nestled right at her wonderful treasure. Her fingers gentally threaded through his dark curls. She shook her head out of his sight, but she was smiling at the same time. She had been struggling with her own patience, and now he gave her what she needed in order to survive the night and teach him. Kissing his cheek, she took an shallow breath and stroked his muscle's. "You must build up your strength. I can not you always hurting yourself...we will begin work on your balance as soon as we are home...it seems you need much practice." Then she kissed his cheek. "But, you chose correctly. I am proud. Never again appear so weak that you can not take the reward of free will when I bestow it upon you. You always must follow my orders, but you can see how I like to bestow choices for you. You must learn to also know what it is that you want. For later when I allow you the opportunity to gain such." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 18:29:07</strong>
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				Roberto smiled at Ms. Koy when he heard the right choice had been made. In reality, he had no idea there was a right choice. At that stage, the pathetic man was in no conditions of reading between the lines. In reality, maybe he had never been because of his dumbness. His powerful body and male instincts had always helped to make the right choice... at least until Mistress Hitomi appeared in his life. <br><br>As good things did not last forever with his Mistress, the stallion expected to be punished again. To his surprise, Hitomi was more interested in teaching him, giving him some clues. She seemed to like Roberto although&nbsp; he could not understand exactly why her love had to be shown in such a violent way, almost killing way. She wanted Roberto to be able to make choices, to understand what she needed, desired. Make choices? He noticed Hitomi liked to play with him, all the choices were one worse than the other. Understand her? How could she be understood if her tastes were completely bizarre? Of course, all the pain and suffering were made up by marvellous occasions like the one he was experiencing, with his head on Hitomi's lap. These contradictory signs had confused Roberto to the point that he was unable to make choices and understand her. He was almost reduced to a toy. Mistress Hitomi would need to be patient with him.<br><br>As his Mistress comforted him and inflicted no punishment, the Italian felt his confidence growing to the point of turning his head and raising his eyes humbly towards the Goddess.<br><br>"I am not sure whether I understand correctly", he said hesitantly. He wanted to confess his dumbness although he lacked the guts. He was the perfect victim for a superior female, a far cry from an actual alpha male. All his hesitations were right underneath, just waiting to be dug. "However, I will do my best to satisfy you, Mistress. Now and tomorrow, whenever you clap your hands, I will be there, if not to help - I know you don't need my help to anything -, at least to serve you". <br><br>As soon as the stallion finished, he moved his head away and closed his eyes submissively. Even so, Roberto was not yet finished and added with the desire of complying with her plans.<br><br>"Whenever you want I take a bath by myself, rest for the night in your arms, and then be finally taken by you in the morning".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 18:51:44</strong>
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				Someday he might realize the power he held on his own. She smiled watching his eyes close. An slave held as much power as an Mistress if that Mistress cared for her slave as intensely as Hitomi found herself for Roberto. She did not want to care for him...no just have power over him. But, he was endearing...even though not the brightest bulb, he was hers and he had a good heart. She leaned down and kissed the top of his head softy again. Letting him rest, someday he would realize his power would come in how happy he could make her with the little things. Her stallion might not realize it any time soon...but hopefully eventually. Hitomi started humming an soft tune that she could no longer even remember began from.... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4XqwNeUAdk#normal)Something just to sooth him and remind him of her angelic voice from when they met at the bar...she smiled to herself remember his reaction to her...boys are a dime a dozen...but a stallion...a man...her Roberto would be priceless. <br><br><br><br>When she felt that he had soothed and relaxed she softy bade him with a light push on his shoulder's to rise. The tips of her nails lightly dragged across his face while she rose. "You will understand everything eventually, 亲爱的种马...它都会来找你...到那时你宝贵的珍珠，作为对我来说，它的牡蛎。你会早已消失，如果您没有达到某种目的给我。" <br><br>And with that she smiled at him, and turned with a swirl of her robe and returned to the room. Her body was crying for satisfaction, frustrated with her, and sure to prove that tommaorw she would barely have the control she wished. But, hopefully her 种马英俊 would have even less and they would both survive.<br><br>Hitomi slid off the robe till she was naked slidding into the bed. She closed her eyes waiting for her stallion, her breathing relaxed even though her mind was on fire dreaming of what morning would bring...a long night with great rewards...just like how an oyster keeps it's pearl for as long as possible, and it always emerges so beautiful...<br><br><br><br><br>Dear stallion...it will all come to you...until then you are as precious to me as an pearl is to it's oyster. You would long since be gone if you did not serve some purpose to me. =&nbsp; 亲爱的种马...它都会来找你...到那时你宝贵的珍珠，作为对我来说，它的牡蛎。你会早已消失，如果您没有达到某种目的给我<br><br><br>handsome stallion = 种马英俊
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 23:24:35</strong>
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				Roberto observed how Hitomi reacted with great attention. She had changed from water to wine - no longer a harsh girl, it seemed Mistress Hitomi had turned into a passionate lover. Or at least a would be lover. After all, she had paid to have his&nbsp; muscular body and from his standpoint, he had much more to offer than his moanings in pain and working as a punchbag. It was time for him to take a bath, he pondered. How hard it was to walk away from her presence, it was as if she had some sort of magnetic power over his body. <br><br>When the stallion managed to set his eyes free from her curvaceous body and finally entered the bathroom, he thought about rushing and getting cleaned as fast as possible. The bath was empty and he he filled the bath to the top with cold water. Air temperature was pleasant and he knew cold water could help healing his hurting body. He slid his body into the bath and saw a lot of water flooding out, making the washroom's floor wet. He did not care. All the stallion cared was to please his Goddess and this meant he had to get as clean as possible. Soon, he was shampooing his hair, soaping his body. Everything very fast. It took no more than 5 minutes for him to be over. He stood up inside the bath and watched his body. It was covered with bruises, which made him feel dirty. Definitively, Roberto was not a sadistic man and disliked the bruises: normally, the womanizer would please women who subdued to him. Even so, the Italian knew there was nothing he could do. This is why Roberto decided to lay down again and continue to wash, rub his body in the stupid hope those signs and marks could vanish. How dumb that man was! In his mind, he had to clean himself properly although those marks were not dirtiness. Mistress Hitomi wanted him as clean as possible and he should make an effort to comply with her desire.<br><br>After approximately one hour, Mistress Hitomi was no longer humming - at first, Roberto could listen to her voice, but now she was quiet. Was she sleeping? Still naked, the large man peek through the door and saw her laying on the bed calmly. Her chest moving up and down. Again, he had filed Mistress Hitomi. She got tired and fell asleep. Anxiety took his body. Her body completely exposed and he thought about taking advantage of her. How could he be so privileged? When his thoughts were becoming more concrete, his head began to pain. <br><br>"Ahhhhhhhhhh", Roberto moaned.<br><br>The strong man pathetically fell to his knees, and his hands pressed his both temples, in an attempt to relieve the pain. He remembered what happened - he dared think of displeasing Hitomi. As this stupid idea was discarded, the headache immediately vanished away. <br><br>It was time to for Mistress Hitomi rest in his arms. This was more than enough for slave like Roberto! He tiptoed naked to the bed and laid on it carefully. His eyes gazed her body and he had the will of masturbating himself. No, he was clean and he should stay clean. Maybe in the morning, by the time Mistress Hitomi wakes up, the stallion would be rewarded. He watched Hitomi. How could she rest in his arms? Maybe she was just speaking in a figurative way. It was better not to take any initiative. Otherwise he could regret the consequence of trying to take her in his strong arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 08:30:08</strong>
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				Hitomi was not asleep. She couldn't be, she need fullfillment so baldy. She struggled with an cringing body to keep her eyes closed and relaxed in some way that would make her anxiety less apparent to her Roberto. <br><br>He had misunderstood her. He had believed that perhaps, she would lay in his arms. But far far from that being the truth. Instead, her eyes opened just slightly upon his entering into the bed. She opened her arms and encourage him to wiggle his way between them. An smile came to her face with an soft glow reaching her eyes as her lips touched down upon the top of his head to smile and kiss him. Shivering she rested her cheek against his head as her eyes closed again. Silky pale as the moon skin was nearly burning to the touch pressed against his body in every way possible. She let her body rub against his as they found the magical ease that fit these two puzzle pieces together. <br><br><br>"Good night, my sweet Stallion..." She whispered softly to him and then a short time later some kind of strange comfortable welcome of Roberto in her arms finally gave her what she needed so that Hitomi finally fell asleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 00:17:07</strong>
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				The stallion's perception were not as acute as Hitomi's highly trained sensory skills. He was strong, tall, hot. However, he was still dumb, unable to understand what as going on around him, what Hitomi's wishes were, what she expected from him. Roberto had not even noticed Hitomi was awaken until her arms opened to receive him. Was she willing to grab him before asphyxiating? No, Mistress Hitomi was not that evil....just a little bit, he conceded. There was no way out: he laid towards her arms and grabbed her strongly. He controlled his erection, which was hard and large - simply there was nothing he could do to avoid it in the presence of Mistress Hitomi. Just as a stallion would do. Just as most women like to be grabbed. Just as a man should do to a woman who likes him. For a moment, his self-protection instincts ignored the threat represented by Hitomi's body. Fortunately, the Italian noticed a small change in her attitude. The way her arms wrapped around his chest made him feel comfortable, desired, strong. His head laid next to hers, and fell asleep, following his Mistress in the dreams.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 18:33:19</strong>
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				Hitomi awakened a few times in the night, but she would feel Roberto within her arms and sigh relaxing again, against him. She always attempted to keep as silent and as calm as p ossible, to keep from disturbing him as he slept, but shortly before dawn t he overactive mind of Hitmoi would not allow to sleep again so instead she was kept ponding how she wanted to him. <br><br>Finally she smiled, and eased out of t he bed as slowly as she could. She cleaned up a little in the bathroom, her teeth, her hair, her face, she never even noticed she had slipped into an pair orf black heels along the way. She came back in those heels and postioned her dear slave in the middle of the bed with some careful seductive teasing. She started by kissing his cheeks gentally atempting to guide his hand to her smooth pale belly, then inching away just enough that he had to slide closer in order to touch her again. She continued this, her kisses moving ever closer to his lips, till finally she might be able to encourgage him into the center of the bed. She moved up to straddle his waist still kissing him ever so slightly to keep him calm and comfortable hopefully in her mind. <br><br>Then she straddled his face, so that her womanhood was precious inches above his lips. One hand as well as her legs helped carry all the weight of her small body, but the other hand was on his stallion maleness atempting to insure that it would come to life with the delicate dance of her fingers against the skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 23:54:48</strong>
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				Roberto was so tired that it took sometime until he noticed Hitomi was not laying on his side. To his surprise, when he opened his eyes, he saw her shaved cherry above his face. The strong Italian could not believe his eyes, something lit his male instincts once again. In this reaction, the stallion was helped by Hitomi's fingers on his manhood - just at the first touch, the Mistress had the erection at an adequate size for her satisfaction, although it would be at its full size no more than 30 seconds later.<br><br>The strong man smelled the scent coming from her pussy and closed his eyelids. What does she want me to to? She wants to act like a man but she keep me in such a humiliating position? This is not the place of a stallion! These thoughts began to cause a light headache - soon, the dumb man interpreted that psychosomatic reaction. His body should be happy with the gift Mistress Hitomi was giving to him. <br><br>As an obedient dog, he raised his head. Her aphrodisiac scents were attracting the strong man towards her body even tough the Italian felt her high heels quite intimidating - another evidence Mistress Hitomi was not willing to give up her conquered superiority. Roberto Speranza deduced that Hitomi wanted his tongue rubbing and licking her outer core. However, he could not reach her core - it was almost just half an inch out of his range. He moaned as he stretched his strong muscles to reach her core...but he could not... Did he need any kind of authorization?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 16:47:15</strong>
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				When she heard his moan her body slowly ignited in further pleasure and she lowered her core the half an inch more so that he could reach her, then lowered just far enough that he did not overally restrain himself. <br><br>Even as she gave him the access he needed to delight her, her body could not beat her mind, and she continued to focus on delighting him with the tips of her fingers. Occasionally he would feel the edge from her nails, but her touch was light and caring enough that she never hurt him...for now. As her pleasure started to peak her hips thrust forward and an moan rippled softly in a musical tone from her lips. Lips that she imagined bruised by his kisses, and yet begging more. Her entire body was elight with new senses and her eyes could not stay open to the heaven pouring on them. She waited till she was gasping for breath and puring uncontrolable before she lifted herself away and then tilted her body down so that she covered him, and her womanhood was precious centermeters from his own length. Leaning down her lips captured his throat, makring her with her love as she bit down. Then whispering against his Adam's apple, she gave him his first command for the morning. "Beg, beg for my pleasure as you thrust within me, my Stallion." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 20:34:24</strong>
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				Roberto tilted his head backwards because it was frustrating to have almost uncontrollable desires of licking Hitomi's outer core and being unable to reach it. He moaned again, turned his head to the right and when his eyes were going to gaze her flat belly, he sensed a small move. Her slightly closer scent had caught the stallion's attention - the man's eyes saw her core approaching which made his erection tremble in excitement, almost precumming. Hitomi could see desperate in his eyes, it was as if Roberto was going to blow. The man propelled his tongue pathetically towards her core, the tip of which touched Hitomi's cherry tenderly. He wanted to taste her liquids, but this time she was not yet so wet as before. Possibly just a matter of time until Roberto gets drowned like the day before. The Italian began to lick her core, following the waves. However, Hitomi was sadistic and did not allow him to go deeper - her core was in such a place that made impossible for his tongue to dive into her depths. Even so, Roberto did the best he could to please Mistress Hitomi. Shortly after, his chin and forehead were covered with her liquids, almost making the strong man crumble again due to the strong sexual power of her aphrodisiac fluids.<br><br>When things were getting hotter, Hitomi raised. Her statuesque, pale body looked like a Goddess! Was that the effect of her liquids? Her heels made the Japanese look taller and more powerful, making the stallion feel intimidated. To this great satisfaction, she looked at Roberto and came down towards him. Was she going to grant him the privilege of fucking her? The stallion began to sweat, not because of the physical effort she was demanding - Roberto was comfortably laying on the bed -, but because of the fear and anxiety of seeing the mighty female on the top. No, she would not want to fuck him, she was just playing with the male, once more. Then. the dumb man listened to her voice at the same time he felt his body shivering from his throat:<br><br><em>"Beg, beg for my pleasure as you thrust within me, my Stallion."</em><br><br>There was no alternative left to the Italian. His body was frozen, he did not believe what Hitomi had asked. Again, his body jerked and shivered at the mere thought of having his shaft enveloped by her cherry.<br><br>"Please, Mistress Hitomi, let me in, this is the best your stallion has to offer you, please, let me take the lead, let me enter you!", he muttered trying to hide his hesitation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 02:30:20</strong>
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				Hitomi pured as her dark lips currled into a smile. She lowered herself yet more still till the tip of his shaft sat resting agaisnt the glittering petals. She nibbled upon his lips lightly while she purred thicker in pleasure. For a brief moment she pondered letting him do so, it was against her initial plan...her plan would probably humilate him further when she wouldn't allow him to take her...but... Hitomi smiled and kissed him more deeply, feeling her tounge with him. <br><br>"Alright my Stallion you may take the lead as you asked, Stallone, si può assumere la guida .. ma poi si deve prendere me come uno stallone che, non la degna di prendere me come un uomo." She delved her tounge into his mouth once more before she pulled herself compleatly away from him. She postioned herself towards the end of the bed on her knees hands spread out to grasp the one bed post and the other the endboard. Her legs were seperated slightly, and her back slightly bent, her eyes challenging him, she would not be an complacent philly, but he had asked to take the lead, she was giving him what he wanted. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Translation:<br><br>Stallone, si può assumere la guida .. ma poi si deve prendere me come uno stallone che, non la degna di prendere me come un uomo. = Stallion, you may take the lead..but then you must take me as an stallion would, your not worthy of taking me as a man should. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 15:36:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Touching Hitomi's core for the first time made Roberto's body melted down from inside. He closed his eyes and moaned, just to be silenced by her delicious tongue. As everything his Mistress did, the first penetration seemed designed to give pleasure and suffering at the same time - Roberto wanted to take the fragile-looking Japanese but he knew the martial-artist was observing his reactions. Any misunderstandings could lead to an unbearable pain - he remembered the mere thought of displeasing Hitomi was enough to inflict himself a lot of headache.<br><br>The good contact with her body did not last long. Hitomi moved away, confidently as always, kneeling herself at the end of the bed and spreading both legs apart. Her eyes were provocative and challenging. Just to humiliate a bit more, Hitomi insulted the Italian verbally. However, the worst humiliation was yet to come.<br><br>The view of Hitomi's magnific body made Roberto excited. She was not that fragile as she seemed at first. The first sunbeams were entering the room and illuminating her curvaceous body. Differently from the evening, when there was a penumbra in the room and Roberto's eyes could not gaze Hitomi perfectly, now the stallion could see how marvelously carved her body was. Hitomi looked like one of those Classic statues, where one could see the muscles as if they were moving. To support his impression, her pales skin looked like marble. Now Roberto understood below the surface, there was a great deal of strength, hidden in those muscles. Even so, her body seemed to one of a model. Not one of those skinny models, but one specialized in swimsuits.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>There was no alternative but to accept her challenge. The stallion was going to take her just as stallion would do. He stood up on the bed and tried not to show off, by bending his head submissively. Even so, his erection was at a considerable size, right under his washboard abs. His chest did not look so wide as he was almost bowing. The strong man, reduced to that pathetic situation, stepped twice forward and kneel behind Hitomi. Roberto leaned towards Hitomi's body, fearing the contact - was she playing one of her games? The first thing to touch her was his erection, right above the cleavage of her buttcheeks. Following that, Hitomi felt his both hands grabbed her wrists with some strength - after all, she wanted a stallion. His chest, expanded as a result of his arms covering Hitomi's arms, was wider than before, outsizing her back greatly - his legs stayed outside hers, leaving his erection in a vulnerable position to any attack from Hitomi. Roberto no longer cared about himself even tough his Mistress insisted he should. Then the Italian's head laid on her left shoulder and turned towards her eyes, which were still eyeing him. <br><br>"Am I doing well?", an hesitating voice questioned the gorgeous female.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 18:51:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was smiling in her yes, wanting to laugh, and wanting to purr with her own want. She did neither. "No, my Stallion, you aren't doing well." But, she wasn't angry in her voice or in her face. Instead she kissed him softly, her hand pulling fro his, hard enough to pull and demand his lips. "Stop hesitating, and take me. Prove to me that I made an good decision, take me, prove that you are worth desiring." For she did desire him, despite her abuse. She desired hi, she was soaked for hi. She was ready for him to take her, till she couldn't stop screaming. "You have another challenged added to this, Roberto. You are to fuck me hard enough, long enough, that I can fall to sleep with you in my arms till we leave tomarrow for your new home." <br><br>Yes, she was taking him home with her, home where he would not only become his forever Stallion, and become her only lover....and later alot more then and dumb Stallion. But, before then, before then she wanted to be fucked till she was blind, till she couldn't walk straight, till she couldn't think, till she debated if she should be serving him as his pet, rather then vice versa. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 21:54:30</strong>
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				Her challenge was difficult, just as the others. His erection was dying to cum, exactly like his entire body. To accomplish his task, he would have to stand as long as he could - not easy, since every move of the Japanese was designed to increase his pleasure. Naughty girl, the Italian thought. For the firs time, he was actually enjoying the position, since that one he was used to. Her marble skin could feel the warmth of his breath, faster and faster. He knew it was a play, in which she was dictating the rules, instead of him being a real stallion.<br>&nbsp;<br>20 minutes and Roberto could hold the cumming. From this moment on, the dumb man began to sweat a lot and his body, to shiver repeatedly. Time after time, the break between one shivering and the other was decreasing. It seemed like a bomb. Roberto was about to cum. Even though, he did not dare look at Hitomi's face. The sexy girl did not stop moan and shiver. Her core had twitched his cock sometimes. Had she already cummed? The Italian had no idea.<br>&nbsp;<br>His submission was complete. Hitomi controlled his mentally and physically.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Brothel - Room # 1 - Roberto Speranza and Hitomi Koy</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TianaWayne</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 01:55:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't need him to last any longer. Because, every last ounce of energy had weakened her to keep control while he fucked her. But really, he was driving her insane in ways that she didn't know existed. She was pushing further and further into pleasure that was consuming her, and then with an scream that shook the walls of every room around them, she started to come. Not once, not twice, not even three times. She lost count, she lost count cumming till she couldn't even keep up any more. Her front fell forward convulsing as she milked him for every drop of his seed, for him to feel her womb, for him to bury deep enough that he may never be able to move. And when her eyes finally were able to stay open, and she was finally able to move, she reluctantly moved from her Stallion's thick wonderful staff. She took his hand, and put him to her shivering womanhood, streaming with their pleasure. Then kissing him layed him slowly back onto the bed. Let him relax she put her lips to work, cleaning him from every last drop of pleasure, but careful to keep him from fully aroused. <br><br>She then brought herself up and brought him to her arms. "You did wonderful." She told him, then kissed him long and hard. "Go to sleep, my man. Tomorrow we have to leave early so that you can come home. " She smiled, kissing him softly. Yes, he moved up in her wold.&nbsp; He was her man now. Now and forever, where she would take him, and give him the world in hers. 
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