The police constable took in the sight of me shaking his head grimly as I told the tale that led me to the Intensive Care Ward @ Royal Jubilee Hospital.
Friday night..... I decided to celebrate by treating myself to a 2 hour visit with “Her Haughtiness” or Rylee as she is sometimes called.
http://www.sweetvips.com/victoria_escorts/rylee
Rylee had been prancing around the “Snowplow Industries International Headquarters*” all week.
*aka: The Fox : 3rd booth along the top.
Each day she has dutifully came in to work wearing progressively more seductive outfits.
What the hell was I thinking?! As her employer I can’t sample her goods while at work! It’d be a lawsuit waiting to happen!
As you can imagine, I was primed, pumped and ready to go as I walked in the door.
Harvey had asked if I had any special requests. I told her to ask Rylee to surprise me.
There she was, a walking wet dream standing before me. Make up done just right, hair framing her beautiful face just so.
She looked like a runway model.
You see... Rylee isn’t the girl next door.... but she is the one who stole her boyfriend...
The phone lady cued her and she walked behind the desk and came out with a birthday cake and a birthday party hat.
Next thing I know she is put’s the party hat on and looks over at me with a mix of embarrassment and resignation.
Her Resting Bitch Face was in full, glorious bloom.
“Haha... you look like an angry unicorn.... hahaha!” I pointed and said.
That.... was a mistake.
Once in the room she looked at me, holding the cake and said “Do you want me to sing you Happy Birthday?”
I hesitated a bit, smiling & ready to tell her “yes”, when she arched her eyebrow indicating that would be an exceedingly poor decision.
“Uh, no... that’s ok” I replied.
Fuck ....she was in her bitchy hot glory as I ravished her. I realize it’s not for everyone, but don’t knock it till you try it!
Her head angrily bobbed up and down as began the oral portion of my punishment for being insolent. Still fuming at my “unicorn” comment, she was going to teach me a lesson I’d never forget.
After she stripped the first 2 layers of my penis’ skin with her mouth she decided to mix up the torture session by mounting me backwards (doing her little booty shake thang!).
She mercilessly pounded me like a jackhammer. I looked at her face in the mirror. She wore an angry, determined look of contempt as she pumped and ground my pelvis bones to dust.
Through the two hours Rylee was able to come up with many sexually stimulating but torturous techniques.
I’d tell you about them but I was in and out of consciousness once the “Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation” began.*
“Give me your belt, turn around and shut the fuck up” she growled.
She said “arugula is the safe word”, then she put the pointy party hat upon my head.
I thought I’d be spanked...until she started garroting
me with my belt while reaching around and giving me a hand job.
“Whose the ‘angry little unicorn’ now bitch?!” she spat in my ear.
Guess what the problem is with using “arugula” as a safe word?
It turns out that saying “arugula” is basically indistinguishable from every other sound you make when your choking! (But we both know that Rylee knew that when she chose it...)
Note: VIP doesn’t actually offer Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation, and neither does Rylee..... anymore..... not after Harvey’s lawyer explicitly forbid it! Lol
Sometime later that session:
I awoke laying on my back, barely conscious. Now Rylee took her time with me. There was plenty of time left.*
Pliable to her every whim, I could do nothing as she decided to pleasure herself at a leisurely pace. She used my Man-Stick as her personal pleasure tool.
At some point I passed out after a monster orgasm.
Next thing I new I was in the hospital.
The dr’s said I’ll make a full recovery.*
Maybe it was my fate to go through this ordeal in order to bring this message to my fellow Perberts:
DO NOT MAKE FUN OF YOUR PROVIDER’S!!!
Don’t say you weren’t warned....
‘Plow
Friday night..... I decided to celebrate by treating myself to a 2 hour visit with “Her Haughtiness” or Rylee as she is sometimes called.
http://www.sweetvips.com/victoria_escorts/rylee
Rylee had been prancing around the “Snowplow Industries International Headquarters*” all week.
*aka: The Fox : 3rd booth along the top.
Each day she has dutifully came in to work wearing progressively more seductive outfits.
What the hell was I thinking?! As her employer I can’t sample her goods while at work! It’d be a lawsuit waiting to happen!
As you can imagine, I was primed, pumped and ready to go as I walked in the door.
Harvey had asked if I had any special requests. I told her to ask Rylee to surprise me.
There she was, a walking wet dream standing before me. Make up done just right, hair framing her beautiful face just so.
She looked like a runway model.
You see... Rylee isn’t the girl next door.... but she is the one who stole her boyfriend...
The phone lady cued her and she walked behind the desk and came out with a birthday cake and a birthday party hat.
Next thing I know she is put’s the party hat on and looks over at me with a mix of embarrassment and resignation.
Her Resting Bitch Face was in full, glorious bloom.
“Haha... you look like an angry unicorn.... hahaha!” I pointed and said.
That.... was a mistake.
Once in the room she looked at me, holding the cake and said “Do you want me to sing you Happy Birthday?”
I hesitated a bit, smiling & ready to tell her “yes”, when she arched her eyebrow indicating that would be an exceedingly poor decision.
“Uh, no... that’s ok” I replied.
Fuck ....she was in her bitchy hot glory as I ravished her. I realize it’s not for everyone, but don’t knock it till you try it!
Her head angrily bobbed up and down as began the oral portion of my punishment for being insolent. Still fuming at my “unicorn” comment, she was going to teach me a lesson I’d never forget.
After she stripped the first 2 layers of my penis’ skin with her mouth she decided to mix up the torture session by mounting me backwards (doing her little booty shake thang!).
She mercilessly pounded me like a jackhammer. I looked at her face in the mirror. She wore an angry, determined look of contempt as she pumped and ground my pelvis bones to dust.
Through the two hours Rylee was able to come up with many sexually stimulating but torturous techniques.
I’d tell you about them but I was in and out of consciousness once the “Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation” began.*
“Give me your belt, turn around and shut the fuck up” she growled.
She said “arugula is the safe word”, then she put the pointy party hat upon my head.
I thought I’d be spanked...until she started garroting
me with my belt while reaching around and giving me a hand job.
“Whose the ‘angry little unicorn’ now bitch?!” she spat in my ear.
Guess what the problem is with using “arugula” as a safe word?
It turns out that saying “arugula” is basically indistinguishable from every other sound you make when your choking! (But we both know that Rylee knew that when she chose it...)
Note: VIP doesn’t actually offer Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation, and neither does Rylee..... anymore..... not after Harvey’s lawyer explicitly forbid it! Lol
Sometime later that session:
I awoke laying on my back, barely conscious. Now Rylee took her time with me. There was plenty of time left.*
Pliable to her every whim, I could do nothing as she decided to pleasure herself at a leisurely pace. She used my Man-Stick as her personal pleasure tool.
At some point I passed out after a monster orgasm.
Next thing I new I was in the hospital.
The dr’s said I’ll make a full recovery.*
Maybe it was my fate to go through this ordeal in order to bring this message to my fellow Perberts:
DO NOT MAKE FUN OF YOUR PROVIDER’S!!!
Don’t say you weren’t warned....
‘Plow
