I see Lola often. My earlier same-day trips to Dallas are now two days long. Not long ago Lola said, “I have a special surprise for you. Some dark chocolate, the kind I know you like. Her name is Ava.”
I said to Ava, “You’re beautiful. Your body is beautiful.” Ava smiled and whispered in a low hoarse voice, “It’s yours. You can do whatever you want.” And Lola and I did exactly that. We played with silk cords and handcuffs and thumbs and a strap-on dildo. And a leather cat-o-nine-tails and a pink studded vibrator with a clit extension. And a blindfold and a ball gag. And my cock. Ava received a exhausting and noisy indoctrination to the dark side of the demimonde.
Lola strapped on the dildo and she and I took turns fucking Ronnie. At times we fucked her together.
Ava was still wearing her slutty outfit. “Strip her,” I ordered Lola. When she was naked we handcuffed her, put a blindfold and ball gag on her, and hung her up from the top of the door. First a good whipping. Then a good eating. Then a good fucking. We teased her by lifting the blindfold and letting her watch Lola eat me. “Me. Me. I want cock. Me too.”, mumbled Ava through the gag.
Now back in bed with the pink vibrator in her cunt and my cock in her mouth. Lola and I took turns working the vibrator. At one point Ava screamed a primal, “More,” and grabbed my hand and buried that entire vibrator inside her as she bucked and bumped her hips and twitched her thighs in another orgasm.
When I was my turn, the two of them knelt over me and sucked and stroked and nuzzled and licked and probed. “Oooh, you’ve got a lot of jizz today,” whispered Lola as the two of them lapped gobs off each other’s faces.
Ava was the star of this show. She brought to mind Josephine Baker, a courtesan and entertainer in Paris in the 1920s. Josephine Baker was known as the Bronze Venus and the Black Pearl. She was skilled at seduction and pushed against the limits of her times. That’s my Ava. Thanks, Lola.
Monk