Page 102 of Roulette: The Madam

“I– uhhh. I don’t… Israe— yessssss.”

Her consent was loud. So was the announcement of her climax. She was nearing her peak but I wasn’t ready for her to reach it. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and stood back, unbuckling my belt. My eyes fell on the server, again, who was still planted on the other side of the table.

“Are you going to stalk your food, love, or are you going to eat?”

She snapped out of the trance with a shake of her head. Her gapped mouth closed as she placed one foot in front of the other. She was a pretty girl. A far cry from the beauty Roulette possessed, but a lot of her beauty was accredited to her confidence and sex appeal. They made her irresistible.

As the thought crossed my mind, she sat upright on the table. Her pussy moisturized the wood, staining it with her creaminess. Her finger pierced the air, curling and then extending as she demanded the presence of our guest. When the server reached her, she began unbuttoning her shirt. Her exposed chest revealed a beautiful set of breasts.

Roulette pushed her shirt down her arms along with her bra. She unbuckled her pants and pushed them down her legs. The bikinis stuffed between her small, round ass didn’t stand a chance. Not because she was equipped with a plethora of ass, but because she had a healthy serving of pussy taking up most of the fabric.

Princess’ fingers disappeared. Our server’s head fell backward as her legs parted slightly. Roulette sunk her teeth in her exposed neck, rubbing her into oblivion.

“Mmmmmm–” the server shuddered. Her right hand gripped the wrist of the hand that Roulette had buried in her pussy.

“Mmm. Mmmmmmm.”

Her knees buckled. Her spine straightened. She leaned into Roulette, unable to contain the madness happening inside of her. I was hard as a fucking missile witnessing her in her element. The way she commanded the room. Commanded the server. Commanded me.

The Madam.

She hadn’t been given the name. She’d earned it.

“You’re gonna cum–name?”

“Jayla.”

“You’re gonna cum on my fingers, Jayla. Very shortly. And, you’re gonna love it. Then, you’re going to get on your knees and lick my pussy until I do the same. When I say so, that handsome man behind us is going to slide into you and fuck you until you cum again.

“And, once he finishes you, he will finish me. As good as this experience will be for you, there are rules. Well, one rule. Should you break it, I will revoke your right to breathe the second I become away. The rule is, what happens here ends here.

“Seek either of us beyond this yacht and you will have a problem with me. Jayla, you do not want a problem with me. I end my problems. I don’t solve them. Understood?”

“Ummm hmmm.”

“Good. Any diseases we should know about?”

She shook her head. “Uhhhhh– I’m gonna cum.”

A smile spread across Roulette’s lips.

“Then cum, Jayla.”

“Mmmmmmm.”

As the words left Roulette’s mouth, Jayla’s legs buckled. She lost her balance, but Princess was there to pick up her slack. She kept her fingers planted in her pussy as Jayla burst. Her eyes closed and her breathing suffered. Shallow and deep breaths were alternated until finally she pushed out a stream of air that revived her.

“Fuck,” she cried out, “Fuck.”

“On your knees, love,” Roulette reminded her.

This was the opportunity to return the favor that Roulette had explained seconds earlier. Unable to sit back for another second and watch their pussies unfold so beautifully, I rounded the table as Roulette laid her back against the top.

With a fist full of hair, I turned her head in my direction. My hard dick fit into her warm tunnel perfectly. I didn’t halt until I touched the back of her throat. Her orbs were stationary, staring up at me as her gag reflex was activated.

“Urrrgh. Urgh.”

Vomit threatened to spill. So did I. Princess looked the prettiest with my dick between her teeth.

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