The Essence of Fetish The Fucked Up Finale Phonesex

MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

“Oh … my Goddess,” I said out loud as I stepped my high-heeled shoe into the “Jungle Room.” Located on the third floor of the Pleasure Palace, the Jungle Room is decked out in … you guessed a jungle motif. A kinky, degenerate, fetish laden, jungle motif straight from the twisted and perverted mind of the premiere Mistress on the West Coast, the erotic genius Rhianna Knight, but a jungle motif none the less.

My name of course is Haven. Emma Haven, sissy-slut extraordinaire, personal assistant, close confident and chronicler of Mistress Rhianna.

“A sight to behold aye Em,” Rhianna said, startling me just a tad.

She was referring to the massive sea of writhing naked flesh, both male and female engaging in every sexual act and fetish imaginable. Yes, this was an orgy to end all orgies. And I wasn’t invited!

“Rhi,” I said, “you can give a girl a fright sneaking around like that!”

“Oh Emma, don’t be a pussy.”

“Rhi …”

“I know, I know, you hate that word,” she said as she sauntered over to her throne. Watching the orgy play out before her, she looked over at me, and said, “Why the sad face?”

“I was free tonight Rhi, and you know how much I love orgies!”

“This is business. Not pleasure.”

“But our business is pleasure.”

“True. But this is Jean-Paul’s show.”

Ah yes, Jean-Paul Kurtz, Rhi’s latest client. Total Eurotrash, hot as he was demanding. A few months back he sought out Rhianna and requested of her the seemingly unattainable: the learn the essence of fetish. It seems that tonight he was experiencing many fetishes at once in the form of a Roman orgy.

“Where’s his little honey Mila,” I asked.

“Oh her,” Rhianna said. “She’s downstairs, preparing for Jean-Paul’s final exam.”

As the orgy began to wind down, Jean-Paul reached out and grabbed a little red-headed babe and blew a huge load of cum onto her face as several other of the attendees attacked his cock hoping for another drop of his jizz.

“That’s it,” he said. “I am completely and utterly drained.” Walking over to Rhi’s throne, he bowed and said, “My Queen, my Mistress, this was an evening I shall never forget.”

“The night isn’t over,” she said, her lips forming a wicked smile.

Jean-Paul’s eyes widened. He then shook his head and laughed saying “Mistress Rhianna, you are full of surprises. But I trust you.”

“Well then, it’s time to put that trust to the test.”

An hour or so later, the orgy participants had returned to their mundane lives, while Rhianna, Jean-Paul and myself were quietly riding the elevator down the basement of the Palace. Jean-Paul was emanating a nervous energy, no doubt his mind racing, wondering what Rhianna had in store for him. As the elevator stopped, the doors opened and Rhianna said, “We’re here.”

As we walked forward we heard the sounds of moaning and slurping. After a few more steps we came upon a King size bed with a spotlight shining down onto it.

The bed’s occupants? Jean-Paul’s female companion Mila and a muscular naked black man ramming his giant, veiny cock down her throat.

“You wanted the essence of fetish,” Rhianna said. “Well here you go. Your final fetish – interracial cuckolding!”

Jean-Paul looked over at Mila and then over at me. My eyes of course caught his gaze, but I stayed silent and waited, breathlessly wondering if he was going to indulge this particular fetish.

“What’s it gonna be Jean-Paul,” Rhi asked.

Taking a step forward and loosening his belt buckle, Jean-Paul said something in native language and walked towards the bed, towards Mila and the big black cock …  his destiny soon to be fulfilled….

 

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