Inspirinious
Seeking Inspiration
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Brunch in the Red Room
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The juicy sound of pussies being explored, as well as the harmonious moans and cries of pleasure, fill the room. The swollen cocks of the eager slaves leak profusely as they work.
The Mistresses are in heaven. The slaves are in heaven serving them. Other, not so brave, inexperienced slaves, peer into the windows, wishing like hell they had trusted their Mistress.
The swapping continues, until every Mistress has tried every toy and slave combination.
It doesn’t take long before the Mistresses begin erupting like fountains, writhing in their chairs. The sexy sight and sounds of one orgasm, sets off the next like a string of fireworks, the slaves eagerly slurping and gulping, the drop cloth catching what they miss.
When the room quiets, the Mistress’s smile at each other, feeling drained.
They peer down at their slaves glazed faces and raging hard-on’s.
“May we take your slaves for a ride now?” One Mistress asks Mistress Stackey. “It would be shame to waste that!” She continues, reaching down and taking the slaves rigid shaft in her hand.”
“Sure, help yourselves ladies.” Mistress waves her hand, giving the OK.
One by one, the Mistress’s stand, taking their slaves by the hand or cock, and lead them to a couch, chair, or the large, red satin covered bed at the other end of the Red room. Within minutes the cries and moans fill the room again as some ride, and others are ridden.
When the slaves have been used sufficiently, they are excused. The girls bask in their afterglow, sipping their last glass of wine and chatting about the fun they all had.
And a grand time was had by all.
