Let's clear the air. Engaging in playtime with total strangers is out of character for me. Like the best of 'em in the fetish industry, I was married to my work. Shit, my sex life had been reduced to next to nothing. I got off on the power trip and when I really needed to release, my trusty bullet did the trick. Having said that, the session with my client earlier had me riled up to the tenth power and I was destined to get that second nut off. Seemed I was closer to that objective when I heard the door bell chime.
“Hello.” I greeted. My smile signified all the confidence and superiority in the world. The little girl on the inside was anything but.
“Hello to you.” Marlon shot back, seemingly feeling pretty damn assurred in his own right.
He was looking super scrumptious in an all black track suit with his dreads pinned up in a ponytail. The guy standing next to him wasn't too shabby, either. Oh … during our 30-minute phone conversation prior, Myron talked such a steller game, that he not only had me fingering my pussy on the line, he talked me into allowing him to bring a friend along as well.
“Erissa. This my homeboy Lionel.”
“Hi Lionel.”
Both men were obviously impressed at what they saw. In a single lookover I could see that the red lace teddy peaking beneath the see-through black robe had their eyes bulging and their tails wagging – if their tails are tucked between their legs, that is. “Well come on in.”
“Have a seat,” Erissa instructed after escorting the pair of strangers into her living room.
Both men sat down on the plush mocha leather loveseat, taking in their surroundings and amazed at the view. Whatever Ms. Milf Booty did, she did it well. The living room was decked out in a transitional décor with sophisticated wall art and colorful cocktail table ornaments serving as the perfect accents.
Erissa found it cute that they left just enough room on the cushion for her to cozy in between them. “Can I offer you guys something to drink?”
“I normally would,” Myron started, “but after seeing you in that, I'm honestly ready to get down to business.”
“Really?” Curious to know just how ready he was, Erissa took the liberty of grabbing his dick right through his track pants, pleased to find a beef stick that was long and throbbing at only half erect. She did the same with Lionel and his jeans, finding that he was not only steadily rising, but possibly even bigger than his partner. “Ummm hmmm. Very nice boys. Well lets get down to business, shall we?”
It had been ages since Erissa had found herself in such a heated predicament – one that didn't involve money exchanging hands for a specific fetish service.
After freeing Myron's cock from his track pants, she wasted no time attacking the thickening bone with her mouth. She sucked feverishly with a fist wrapped taut around the base and just like that, she was deepthroating the bulk of his monstrous manhood. In the meantime, she felt Lionel's busy handy probing her pussy through the lacy thong panties clinging against her soft flesh.
Longing to be devoured, Erissa commanded, “Eat my pussy, Lionel.”
“I thought you'd never ask.” Lionel bent Erissa over as she continued to suck off his homeboy, not missing a God damn beat. He moved her panties aside so he could get at those luscious lips, which were slick in anticipation of what was to come. Then it came, his tongue tapping dancing along her pussy with aggression and precision, feasting from her clit up the long slit. While he performed an oral onslaught on the cat, the ferociousness of her bubble had literally swallowed his head in her crack.
“Don't be scared,” Erissa dared. “It's okay if you lick my ass.” Though she wasn't locked into a session, the mistress lived deep within her, so she'd call her shots until forced to relinquish control.
These two studs were obviously game for whatever because a few short seconds later, Erissa felt that same tongue flicking back and forth across her asshole. Slaves paid hansomly just to afford a whiff of her heavenly diere. No matter how much money they waved, few earned the right to taste for the simple fact that it broke Erissa out of her comfortable zone as master and into a submissive realm where she lost control. Sweet taboo! It felt so good to be devoured in a way they said was forbidden.
“Ahhhh, yeah … like that!”
Seems Erissa is on a perverted path to paydirt. Will she complete her kinky quest? Find out in Amuse Yourself to Death.
