1. High End Hooker


    Date: 6/29/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: pentup47, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    passed out with fatigue, I urgently needed to get him to show me his gold hoard. Slumping back on a pillow on the granite bench, he let out a huge belch. "That's better," he murmured. I could see that he was about to take a recuperating nap. I planted a succession of kisses up the inside of one of his hairy legs, stopping just short of his huge ball sack. "Couldn't we go somewhere cooler, darling?" I murmured. "Somewhere nice and dark, where your Tina could stroke your body sensuously? Give you an erotic massage, perhaps? Until you are ready to enter me again, my beloved?" He sat upright and smiled. "I know just the place!" Snatching up our robes, we headed out of the pool complex and down a dimly-lit corridor. At the far end was a fearsome-looking two metre-high strongroom door. While I took a fortifying swig from the magum I'd brought along, Tariz tapped a code into the illuminated keyboard. Silently, the heavy steel door swung inwards, as a series of soft yellow interior lights switched on simultaneously. The gold bullion vault was a bare, concrete-walled space of about ten square metres, bereft of all furnishing or decorations. But in the centre of the floor - shining so brightly that it positively blinded one's eyes - was a huge stack of gold bars. Hundreds and hundreds of them, all immaculately stacked criss-cross fashion, to form a dazzling gold pyramid. Tariz al-Majarif looked expectantly at me for comment. He was ...
    like a child, showing another child a new train set. Though I was open-mouthed with disbelief, I managed to retain a modicum of decorum. I squeezed his hand tightly and simply purred: "Mmm." "What do you think, Tina?" "Darling, I'm so excited I think I'm going to wee myself!" "Well don't piss on the floor, sweetheart; I've got a better idea. Climb up onto the top of the pile and let me watch you piss all over my gold!" I flung off my robe and eagerly ascended the stepped pile like a monkey, wiggling my hips as I climbed. Then, standing astride the millions, I opened my legs, raised the bottom of my basque and parted my piss flaps. "What's it worth if I can piss directly into your mouth from up here, you darling man?" "Worth?" "Why, my fee for a very hectic night's work!" "Name your price!" "Two gold bars - as a souvenir of a sublime evening together?" "Done!" A beautiful curving amber-coloured arc cascaded down from my cunnie towards the lecherous Libyan's expectant mouth. It sparkled like golden champagne. When Tristran and I finally strolled home through Regent's Park in the early hours of the morning, my shoulder bag felt a whole lot heavier! * * * * * And that is how I come to be writing this little memoir of my erotic night in London, for all you naughty Lush readers. Now I can sit here, a bottle of chilled champagne at my side, enjoying the beautiful view of Monaco Harbour from the terrace of my roof-top penthouse.
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