Symphony

              It was just another night, well another night for me, which tends to be something of a wet dream orgy porno for others, still it was just another night. I had my wine, I had my conversation, my dress was poppy and cute and I had a smile on my face, yes it was a pleasant evening indeed. Little naked pixies ran through the house giggling and playing, begging for pets and kisses. Cocks wondered about at 3/4 mast almost ready for anything willing and wanting of attention. Yup just another ol'night of sex debauchery and enticement. Sitting back, pulling the little strings to see who will laugh the hardest, fuck the longest and beg the loudest. One more ordinary night at the club house.

            I was tending to a random conversation on the topic of music, one of my favorites I will admit. Even with the moaning from the back room and the wonderfully enthusiastic display of oral gratification going on the chair across from me I was truly distracted and enjoying the discussion at hand. Funk was the topic, times you were exposed to it, how it made you feel, acumpanied with mild threats of punishment to the younger little faeries in the room who claimed ignorance to the names and songs being played on the Pandora station. It was a good conversation and there would not have been much that would have taken me away from it, well not till a milky white form came tippy toeing though the room hidden behind little kitten mittens with a gift in them. Doe eyes fluttered as they purred a please, "we need spankings" We???? well well who did little kitten find to play with? A second  nymph can scattering up behind the kitten. Mocha forest fay, lucious and not so draped in all the right places in black lace, she had tasted the sting of my wrist's snap before. My attention was officially taken from the conversation.

           I took one more long sip from my wine. It was a bit warm now, of cuorse its to be expected when "room temperature" had gone far above the norm with all the skin and motion floating through the place. It was like a boat being softly tossed from side to side on a sea of lust. I set down my glass and called for the kitten to hand me the toy of her destruction. It was a stiff lil crop. She did have a thing for hard stiff things, so no major surprise. Hard short tabs of thick leather ran over the palm of my hand, quick snap to test is metal and tension. As the playful lil creatures crawled their way on the the mattress on the floor in front of me, face down ass up, such good little pets, they remember so well, well after they have been made strawberry red a time or two anyway. It was just the two of them, whimpers whines and little yelps came from their lips as I began to flick, rub and warm their flesh. The symphony of moans cries, and my personal favorite "Oh fuck" wove its way down and around the hall ways and reached the ears of another goddess ass. I's never had the pleasure of this one before, in her silky slip of 1950's pinup lust and pin curled loveliness. Without even a second of hesitation and a devilish curl to her lip she too slipped her way onto the mattress assuming the posistion, this was obviiously a skilled wench who would be a chalenge for my skills.

I wanted to cry out "babalou" with this line of beautfully crafted percution  insterments for  me to play upon was just too delcious for words. Big round bass drums, smaller tight snare, and a great little set of bongos too. each making their own sounds of delight with each smack, slap and thud. The symphony grew and swelled as my tempany was growing warm with heat. The devlish grin was not so devils any longer but just a coral account of god and her tankfulness in her life. The nymph begged for to be finished off, something about "can't stand it, please fuck please" it was hard to tell with the a kitten whimpering and crying and whining like a bart, and needing a little extra insintive to behave. Fingers wrapped up in goldy locks and teeth finding soft flesh seemed to do the trick as soft milky skin went soft and fell limp. Other trusted hand move in and take over. Now back to cream the coffee of this hungry nymph. She was wrything eating the face of her man's face. The litany of every fallen angel fall put of her mouth when a crack exploded from her ass, the imprent of the crop welting up nicely. She ground her hips into the mattress riding the imgenry cock there before her ass snaked it's way back up in the air waiting for more. I let my hand do the work while I let the rod of the crop rest between the folds of her little forest bloosom. Pinching the pettels ever so lightly wiggles and sighs float and find my ears, it's a bbeautiful things. Again my hand flys and meets with the meat of the gorgouse beast benath me. Heat and friction clap like thunder in the room, it is almost defaning, but still her crys of lust cut through it like the sharpest blade in a razor. She shivers her muscles ripple under her skin.