Page 5 of The Pleasure Zone

And she needed relief.

She needed something long, hard and thick to hose down the inferno raging inside her.

She needed to be…fucked.

And the hedonistic sounds of hot, raw, sweaty fucking only coiled her desires tighter and tighter, squeezing her soul helpless until she found herself nearly breathless.

Nairobia knew she needed to turn on her heel and flee to the comforts of her plush office and watch all of the fucktivities from the safety of monitors that gave her a bird’s-eye view of every wicked, every sordid, every salacious act performed in every part of her establishment before she broke her rule and joined in. Temptation was gnawing away at her resolve.

Yet, there she stood.

Fixed on the glorious sight before her.

Mink Lash opened herself to her three stallions, giving into the dick and the heat. She moaned loudly over the music. There was a delicious rhythm all three cocks found, thrusting and retreating, fucking into her holes. Pure bliss coated Mink Lash’s face as she grunted and groaned and writhed around each thrusting cock.

Nairobia knew all too well the delicious feeling of being penetrated in all three orifices, pussy and ass and throat stuffed balls deep. She almost envied the busty vixen as she captured their meaty cocks in her greedy holes.

Bitch.

Watching the foursome was slowly uncoiling all her self-control, and Nairobia knew it. She felt it. But she wasn’t ready to leave. No. Not yet.

So she prowled closer.

The voyeur in her wanted—no, needed—to see more. They knew she was watching them and they fucked with wild abandon, wanting to be seen. Wanting to be heard. Wanting their wet, scented heat to be savored.

Nairobia seductively licked her lips, breathing in the aphrodisiac.

She wanted to bite into the air and swallow up the musky heat.

“Yes, my loves,” she rasped, edging over toward the sofa. “Stretch her to the hilt. Fuck into her soul.” She stalked around the sofa. “Fuck haar ademloos…” Fuck her breathless.

She found herself taking a slender, manicured finger and ever so lightly sliding it down Carmel-Coated’s spine, then over the globes of his muscled ass. She reveled in its magnificence. Next t

o a long, thick dick, a man’s beautiful muscled-ass was another one of her weaknesses.

He thrust hard into Mink Lash’s mouth and then slowed. “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” he ordered. She did what she was told, and he slid his dick gently over her tongue, rubbing the tip over her lips before plunging back inside the wetness of her juicy mouth. Mink Lash gagged. “Suck that dick,” he growled.

Nairobia smiled. Mink Lash was a good, greedy bitch. She knew how to submit to the dick. Nairobia admired that. And obviously so did her three lovers. Her pussy and ass and mouth were spread wide with cock. Caramel-Coated feathered a hand over Mink Lash’s cheek, then took her head and held it in place, thrusting, deeper, pushing every inch of himself to the back of throat.

“Yes, my love,” Nairobia whispered in his ear, “clog her throat with your hard cock. Crush her windpipe, my darling.” Spit splashed out of Mink Lash’s mouth, her eyes watered. Nairobia slapped Caramel-Coated’s ass and he let out a groan.

The freak in her wanted to drop down, spread her warm hands over his sweat-glistened gluteus and reward him with a tongue lick or two along the crack of his ass.

But she resisted.

She preyed around him. Moved on to Dark Chocolate. She allowed her hands to stretch out across his thick shoulders. She stood in back of him, her body practically pressing into his, and marveled in the feel of his muscles as they fanned out. She ran her hands along his traps. Then caressed his delts, before spreading out over his back again. Her hands slid down to cup his ass and her mouth watered. Unlike Caramel-Coated’s smooth, hairless ass, his was lightly covered with hair along the seam of his crack. Nairobia gripped it and he thrust himself deeper, his cock getting lost inside the warmth of Mink Lash’s ass.

Mink Lash mewled, her big bouncy ass sucking in his dick as Nairobia glided her hands underneath him and cupped his low-hanging balls. She lightly bounced them in the palm of her hand. They were heavy. And hairy. As was his cock. And it looked scrumptiously heavy as it disappeared in and out of Mink Lash’s ass; the thick, curly hairs at his groin brushing against her flesh.

Nairobia’s own ass clenched in want. Desire settled in the pit of her cunt and spread along her inner walls, tightening viciously around her clit, spreading like a wildfire.

Her voice heavy with lust, she muttered words in Dutch. Told him to shove his cock deep in her ass, to fuck her shitless.

He groaned in response. She moved on to Mink Lash. “Yes, my darling,” Nairobia whispered, leaning into her ear as she gurgled and clutched around a mouthful of cock. “Surrender to the dick. Worship it. Let it own you, my love. Or,” she sweetly warned, “I’ll put a crop to your ass, my darling.”

She reached for one of Mink Lash’s taut nipples, and pinched it. Twisted it.

Mink Lash screamed. Cried out as her three lovers impaled her with their engorged cocks. They fucked her mercilessly. She struggled for breath. Then cried out again. Her yell was sharp, echoing out across the room as they savagely shredded her throat and ass and cunt to pieces.

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