The Demoness
'Thanks for coming,' the dominant, 26-y/o Elmer said, on an April, Saturday afternoon.
'No problem, though very few therapists make house calls anymore. Still, I'm glad to help your wife, Michelle,' the 29-y/o Lane replied, then: - 'This is my assistant, Reynard.'
'Nice meeting you,' said the 23-y/o Reynard, a white man as were Elmer and Lane.
Two days earlier, though, Elmer had agreed to fulfill his 24-y/0 wife's fantasy about needing a therapist, while since he was acquainted with Lane, he'd requested the latter to play that role, and...
'… where do we begin?' Elmer said.
'I understand you've been having non-visual dreams and your vagina's dripping when you awake – right, Michelle?' Lane said.
'Yes, sir. But I don't know how to enterpert them.'
'Well, beneath your conscious awareness, you realize you're a slave to evil desires and my shirt is black to symbolize them. Unveil your wickedness and wear this collar,' Lane instucted.
'He means for you to undress and put this around your neck,' Reynard explained, followed by him giving the device to Michelle who did as told.
'Now, don't think that Elmer's a wimp because he correctly believes your only life-purpose is satisfying dicks. Actually, that proves he's strong enough to control you at the same time he demands you to indulge your sleazy nature,' Lane said before he asked, 'You wish he'd treat you as though you're a marital prostitute, don't you?'
'Yes, sir,' the dark-brown-haired wife responded.
'You little sex-fiend!' the bald-headed Reynard jeered.
'That's exactly what you are!' the husband interjected.
'Indeed, especially due to you not respecting yourself,' Lane remarked.
'Yes, sir!' she blushed.
'Are you feeling humiliated?' Reynard asked.
'Yes, sir.'
'Alright, though I'll say you're a lovely wench,' Reynard complimented her.
Next, he squeezed her firm, medium-sized tits and smirked, 'You're clutching a viper of lust t0 your bosom!'
'You have to remember she's a sex-fiend!' Elmer said.
'Yeah, and it's my duty to probe her nymphomania!' Lane mirthfully answered as he placed his finger in her wet cooze.
'Hmmm, it's unfortunate I don't perform exorcisms,' he noted, then drew his finger from her snatch.
'Is she demon-possessed?' Elmer 'anxiously' inquired.
'I'm afraid she is. However, there are ways to cleanse her soul,' Lane said before he, Reynard and Elmer stripped.
Lane then ground his anal pucker against Michelle's pretty face.
'Worship my ass!' he ordered.
'Ummm!' she mumbled while obeying.
'She's inspired!' the assistant chuckled, with Lane next her to rim Elmer and Reynard.
After that, Elmer lay on the living room couch, picked her up, jammed her vulva onto his 12-inched penis and asked, 'Want my dick to tear you apart, slut?'
'Eeeh, yes, sir!' the vamp squealed, after which Lane drove his 11-inched pecker into her rectum and growled, 'Start fornicating, bitch!'
'Yes, yes, fuck me like a demoness!' she moaned.
'That won't be hard, stupid!' Reynard declared as he steered his 10-inched rod into her gullet and said, 'You're a whoring dirt-sack, do you hear!'
'Uh-hmmm!' Michelle nodded, though verbal always aroused her and she had an orgasm.
Nonetheless, the guys manhandled her so roughly as to jar her while her mind wept for joy, until 15 minutes later when their cocks jizz-soiled her orifices.
After a brief pause, however, Lane said, 'I'm going to conclude this session in a particular fashion.'
He then opened the door, with Julius, his handsome, white and 33-y/o friend walking into living room before he paid Michelle $30 to orally service his thick, 10-inched phallus as 'a marital prostitute.'
Not surprisingly, though, she was happy that Lane hadn't cured her 'nymphomania!'