IdeaCity Part 1, Ann Rohmer: Hot Property
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I was in Toronto to attend the annual IdeaCity conference. One night
while attending a party as part of the conference, I happened to
mention that the local television station, CITY-TV, certainly seemed
to employ a large number of beautiful women as on-air personalities.
This attracted the attention of one of the hosts, a short, balding
man who was talking with some of the other guests.
"Hello, I'm Moses Znaimer, the president of CITY-TV." he said
cheerfully.
"I heard you admiring some of my staff."
"Yes", I said. "You got a lot a good-looking women working there. Any
chance I could meet some of them?"
Passing me a small card, he told me, "Be at this address at 9 PM
tonight. I'm throwing a special party for selected IdeaCity guests and
CITY-TV staff."
At nine-o'clock, I walked over to the address on the card. It was a
health club and a sign in the window announced "Closed for a private
party."
Showing the card to security guard at the entrance, he opened the door
and said, "Have a good evening, Sir." In lobby, a pair of beautiful
women in white robes gave me a similar white robe and key. They then
directed me to the changing room, where I showered, changed into the
robe and hung my street clothes in my assigned locker.
Moses met me at the entrance to the main area of the club. "Glad to
see that you could make it. Follow me."
I followed him to a small room, containing a padded chair and a piece
of exercise equipment that looked vaguely like a rowing machine except
that it was pivoted in the middle.
I was about to ask him where the women were, when three women in
hooded robes entered, accompanying a blonde woman wearing a scoop
necked, bright pink leotard.
The woman was in her forties, with a cute face, bright red lips and
short pixie haircut. The low-cut garment revealed two full and firm
breasts, with her hard nipples clearly outlined through the fabric.
The attendants lead her over to the exercise equipment and strapped
her, on her back, to the padded bench. Her bare feet were placed in
stirrups at the far end.
"This is Ann Rohmer, one of my long-time employees. She is one of the
best fellatrixes I've ever experienced. The apparatus she is on allows
her complete control over the act of oral sex. All you have to do to
sit over there and she will take good care of you. Give him three of
your best, Ann."
With that Moses and the attendants left the room.
I walked over the padded chair; sat down, and flipped open my robe.
Looking down, past my now turgid penis, I could see Ann's face.
She pushed with her legs, and the bench slid down so she was right
below my balls. Another movement, and the tip of my penis was brushing
her lips. Softly, she nuzzled the head with her lips, creating a very
erotic sensation. I reacted to the tactile contact by getting even
harder, the tip slipping in between her bright red lips. She
delicately gripped the head with her teeth and worked the tip of her
tongue over the sensitive glens. Seconds became minutes as she worked
on the corona and then fluttered over the urethra. I couldn't hold it
in anymore and with a groan started to ejaculate. The moment she
tasted the drop of pre-cum, Ann pushed forward and sucked my penis
into her mouth. I could see her red lips clamped around the shaft and
not a drop escaped as I shot my semen into her moist, warm waiting
mouth.
Ann continued to suckle my softened penis her mouth. I could feel a
couple of gulps as she swallowed my load. Then she started to clean my
dick with tongue, swirling around the glens and running up and down
the shaft. These actions combined with the contact of her palette and
teeth soon brought me back to a full erection. Ann then started to
slide back and forth, pulling her lips from about halfway down the
shaft to almost the tip. Using her tongue expertly, massaging the
shaft and then the glans, she pumped back and forth. Soon, I felt
another eruption commencing, this one from the very bottom of my
balls. As soon as she sensed the coming flood, she sucked my shaft
right to the very back of her mouth. I could feel the tip brushing her
throat as I pumped another load of semen into her.
Once again, she held my penis in her mouth and washed it with her
tongue.
The combination of her velvety tongue and gentle suction soon caused
my dick to twitch back to life. Tilting her head back, she pushed her
mouth all of the way down my shaft. The head and half my penis slid
down her throat. Then she started to hum. The vibration from her
throat soon got me back to full hardness. At that time, she pulled
back, about halfway up the shaft and then down again.
These continued for what seemed to be the longest five minutes of my
life. She was going to and fro so quickly, that one of her boobs
popped out of the top. A surprisingly full breast, topped with a dark,
turgid nipple scarcely jiggled as she continued the motion. I finally
came again, producing just a small driblet that Ann quickly swallowed.
After the customary washing of my penis, Ann slid the bench back, and
tucked her breast back into her top.
After a moment to recover from what was possibly the greatest blowjob
of my life, I stood up, fastened my robe and left the room.
Out in the hall, a line of men waited their turn with Ann. Moses
introduced me to the men, who were all real estate salesmen. "How was
it?" Moses asked.
"Fantastic!" I replied.
Next Chapter: Milking a Valentyne.