The Siren's Den Brothel

Jon walked into the lobby. He looked around to see what changed in the last two years he was out of town. His mind went into a daydream as it replaced the last time he was here.

A few seconds later he stands with a big smile on his face as he walks up to the desk. He hopes someone will be here soon.
 
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Jon tuns his back to the desk looking at where he thought the pool was. He starts to think of Oliva. He wanted to call her. He stands there waiting for about 5 minutes. Then he starts to look for a bell or a buzzer. Something to let the staff know there is someone at the front desk looking for help.
 
He dosen't see any way to buzz to let the staff know hes at the desk. He takes some time to wonder around the lobby. He peaks in the lounge and the pool area while trying to keep a eye on the desk.

He sighs as it seams no one is here. Hes temped to walk out but hopes he will see someone that can give him news on the Dutches, or will take her place. He muters to him self "figgers when you want to be used you cant find anyone. When your not looking for it they get you."
 
Jon turned around to head out, and found his route blocked. Olivia stood there, in her robe, head cocked to the side.

"Jonathan." She spoke. "It's been a long time."

It had been. Though Olivia looked exactly the same, just how Jonathan remembered her, how he dreamt about her since their last encounter.

"Tell me, do you have anything in mind today, or would you like a look at my menu again?"
 
Jons face lit up seeing the woman who blew his mind about two years prior. Jon smiles and says "I dont need a menu, I wish to be yours again". Jon smiles and cocks his head and asks "how much time do you have free tonight?"

Jon could never get that wonderful night out of his mind when he spend the two hours with her last time.
 
"That depends on how much money you have, of course. And how much of a discount I might consider giving you."

She hooked her arm around his. "Shall we retire to my room, Jonathan?"
 
I smile and say then I want to pay for 12 hours, all night. Jon leaves his credit card on the desk and says "Tonight I want you to do objectification. I hope you fully enjoy your self tonight and please lead the way Dutches"
 
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"Well, 12 hours." Olivia tried not to reveal an expression. "You must be in quite a mood. We'll have to see what we can do about that."

Olivia had been booked for long sessions before. Some men wanted to spend the night with her, spoon her in bed or fuck until they fell asleep. 8 hours or 10 were common for those, especially with her hourly rates, but he must have had something in mind to book half a day.

The elevator doors opened and Olivia allowed Jonathan in.
 
Jon smiled and nodded and fallowed her into the elevator. When the doors closed he says "I am in a very good mood and I hope you will be in a good mood too. See I want you to be free to do your normal stuff with me tonight. You know the normal off hours stuff you enjoy doing." He watches her face for any sign of reaction.
 
Jon stands smiling and can only wonder whats going on in her head with her hearing he wants her to do her normal off hours stuff. He can only wonder what tonight will hold in store for them. If she dose her off hours stuff, what will she do. Will he be allowed to do it with her. His mind is racing with all the different things she may do. Him knowing he could be paying to spend the night alone. He hope that is not the case but he knows its a possibility.
 
The door opened and Olivia led Jon down to her suite. He hadn't been the first person to ask to be a fly on the wall. Everyone thought that her life was far more glamorous than it really was. They were blinded by their affection for her. Luckily, she had a routine in mind to keep them happy, one that she could modify based on their own personal tastes.

"So Jonathan," Olivia purred into his ear, "do you still have a fondness for being furniture?"
 
Jon smiles and says "I will be what ever makes you happy, belonging to another woman just isn't the same as it is with you." Jon remembers how she drove him crazy the two years ago. When he came. He really felt bad, like not holding his cum back for that short bit of time mattered to her. He didn't know it at the time, but he learned it mattered to him.

He had been with call girls and hookers. He didn't care about them. A few of them he tried the objectification with them, but it just didn't feel the same. Jon wondered to him self what about this woman makes him want to fly cross country to be treated like a object. Could he really make her happy this time?
 
Olivia snapper her fingers. "Stool." A simple order. "I want to sit and take my shoes off, I need someplace to sit."
 
Jon dropped to his knees and sat on his ankles. He turned his face up looking at Olivia as she now towers over him. He can only wonder if shes going to sit quickly on his face or walk around a bit teasing him as he waits.

As Jon looks up and wonders if he is in the right spot and what will she do just take the shoes off or more on his face as the seat. He knows she can do what ever she wants on his face. He just wants her to be happy and relaxed. He hopes she will enjoy her self tonight as she dose what she wants.
 
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She hovered above Jon's face, the pink silk of her nightdress teasing his nose. "I remember the last time you were here, and what you did with my panties. Well, you might say you'll behave yourself this time but, you see..." She lifted the lace helm to reveal she had nothing underneath. "I won't be giving you a chance to disappoint me. Best to remove the temptation, don't you think?"

Olivia smiled and sat on him, her pussy pushing against his nose and lips. He buckled a little, but did his best to remain straight and supportive. She got comfortable on his face and began removing her shoes.

"I tell you Jon, after that last client of mine, I just need to relax. He pounded me so hard, I'm still wet and damp."
 
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Jon watched as the pink nighty moved over his face. He was smiling as he looked up at her hips seeing the panties. Jon was listening as he watched her remove her panties before her hips came crashing on his face. For a few seconds he was having trouble supporting her wait till he moved his hands back a bit. Jon is now supporting her fully as she removes her shoes.

Jon was taking his last gulp of air before Olivia's pussy closed around his nose. His mouth was slightly open as he was listing about how she needs to relax. Jon can smell how wet she and the smell of her cum. Jon could only wonder if Olivia had a condom on or would the mix of cum be dripping into his mouth. He was shocked to find out he wouldn't mind if it was just her cum or the mix of cum.

Jon felt joy knowing she was relaxing on his face. Jon was enjoying being her seat. How he missed this. He didn't care what happened just wanted her to be happy with him.
 
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Olivia bent at the waist to remove her shoes, her pussy rubbing against Jon's face as she did. She took her time, knowing that the little moves her body made would drive Jon wild.

She rested on his face for a few moments before undoing the belt holding her robe in place. She removed her robe and tossed it to the floor. She then stood up, facing Jon, and slid her pink silk nightgown to the floor and stretched her naked body in front of him.

"Pick up my clothes." She ordered Jon. "Hurry now. Pick them up and put them away."
 
Jon was in heaven as she sat on his face. He could feel any movement she made and hits resulting hips shift. Suddenly he felt her robe fall around his back. This got him excited as he knew she was undressing.

He quickly picked up the clothing... Moved the shoes by the closet. He asks do you want the clothing in the hamper or by the bed?
 
"Smell," Olivia answered. "Smell them and tell me if they belong in the hamper or the closet."
 
Jon taken a good long smell of the robe. It smelled good yet. He could smell her perfume on it an no other smells. Her nightgrown on the other hand had a strong sent of her pussy and ass... He realized he was sniffing the lower part where her hips where.

He quickly put the nightgown in the hamper and the robe by her bed. He moved to her side and sat at her feet looking up at her sexy body.
 
Olivia massaged her neck as she contemplated the man prostrated in front of her. "Now, how will I relax? Foot massage?" She wiggled her toes. "Maybe you're nto ready for that yet. Yoga?" She flexed. "No, the men I've already been with tonight have bent me and twisted me like a pretzel. Perhaps a shower or a bath. Maybe a bottle of champagne?"
 
He sat silently by her side as he listen. His heart rate shot up when he heard her thinking about a foot message. He was interested what it would be like as a yoga mat and could see why she wouldn't want to do that. He got excited hearing about a bath or a shower. He hoped she would shower.. Maybe use him as a shower mat in there. He would be just as happy to lay on the floor as a heated floor rug as she cleaned her self too. What ever she wanted to do to him. He was willing to do it for her. As long as shes happy.
 
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