Mysta Ree is the long awaited third book of the very naughty, popular Consequences series. Those who have read April Showers and Angel Love won't want to miss the very sexy followup. More
Randy rolled off me and I studied his well toned, mildly haired chest. "Whew, that was amazing. I didn't realize how inadequate my ex was until you showed me."
His head lolled back as he chuckled. "Sorry."
I wanted to hold him close, but I was still cuffed. "No, that's good. I'll never settle for hamburger, knowing I can have fillet again. That is if I ever marry again."
His beautiful blue eyes thinned. "Pretty bad?"
I shook my head. "It wasn't his fault. I'm just too restless."
I stiffened as his hand slid between my legs and cupped my ever hungry sex. "Missed the life?"
"Want to get back to it?"
My eyebrows dipped. "Is that what Cindy and Helen are doing?"
"Yes, and we're making more money than Vegas. You want in?"
I eyed his slightly diminished, but still impressive dick and hitched my chin toward it. "I do, if I can have a share of that."
"You can. Would you like to start right now?"
He grinned. "Naw, we have paying customers in the hallway."
This surprised me. "Really? What would happen if I said no?"
"I don't think you will."
"But what if I did?"
"Then April or Angel would gladly take your place. The money is good."
"Two grand each."
I giggled as visions of hundred dollar bills floating down from above interposed over naughty images of what I had to do to make that money drifting through my mind. "Suddenly, I feel like getting my brains fucked out."
He laughed then yelled, "April, Angel."
The door opened and April and Angel, now dressed in flowing red satin robes and wearing masks entered. "Did you call us?" April asked.
"Yes. Cuff Mysta's ankles and put a mask over her eyes."
They edged up to the king sized bed and each closed a cuff around an ankle, then closed the cuff around the corresponding acorn on the footboard.
Spread eagle on the bed and naked, I asked, "Why are you restraining me?"
Randy smiled, "The customers like it. It makes them feel like you are their sex slave and they're in charge. Don't worry we'll be here to whole time watching out for our latest recruit.
April eased up to me, a mask in her long feminine fingers, then slipped the simple black mask over my eyes.
I wondered, "How many men are going to fuck me?"
She stroked my hair. "There will be six. All decent looking and your half will be six grand."
My breathing grew more labored. Even though I'd agreed, six men, seven if you count Randy, added up to a lot of fucking.
Randy spoke. "Angel, baby, send the first happy face in."
When Angel stepped out into the hall to usher the first john in, my pulse rate soared. I felt a tingling throughout my body from hyperventilating. I watched with apprehension as she walked the first customer through the door. April was right. He was decent looking. I'll be fine, once I get started.
Randy warmed me up, fondling my clit and nipples. His finger reciprocated into my slick channel and his thumb strummed my sexual bud while the first john undressed.
My nipples hardened, as the man's intense gaze scanned my body. Despite his advanced age, his fairly hairy body seemed in good shape. His uncut wand wasn't hard, but with the aid of his fist, he grew hard. When he seemed ready, Angel sheathed his good sized pride with a condom.
Gracefully clambering aboard the bed, he mounted me. I had no hands to guide him, so Angel directed his cock to the rim of my pussy. We sighed in unison as he entered me. He wasn't the pounding type. Instead, he fucked me with slow measured intrusions.
With a deep voice, he said, "You are very beautiful. I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take my time and enjoy every minute of you."
I snickered. "Like they say, you're the boss."
His eyes sparkled. "Yes, for the moment I am. May I kiss you?"
I glanced at Randy, who shook his head. "Not unless you can get a condom over your tongue."