Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 04 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 04

... to the way I preferred for this wicked role-playing game. Would most women be willing to _step down_ into a role such a schoolgirl, in order to please their partner? I think not. But Kristanna did it because these uniforms were my fetish. She did it, bottom line, in order to make me happy. Devon would do anything for me. If I only know one thing in my life, that is it. Devon would do anything for me. That woman fell in love the very first time she laid her eyes on me, and those feelings have multiplied with every second that has gone by since. In the previous 17 months, Devon has dressed up for me as a schoolgirl, cheerleader, maid, policewoman, firefighter, nurse and angel. She loved those roles simply because they never failed to arouse me. Together, Kristanna and Devon were the perfect complement for each other. Devon could seem so classy and distinguished when she wanted to be. Kristanna, on the other hand, was a pure comedian. She was always teasing and ragging on Devon about something. Devon could also be somewhat reserved and quiet at times, while Kristanna was outgoing and amicable. Mix them together, though, and it was pure magic. They had a special chemistry between each other which could never be duplicated. There were times when I would just sit back and marvel during one of their interactions. Kristanna and Devon were true beacon of lights in my eyes. I do not know how I survived as long as I did before our relationship came about. And that was not even ...

... mentioning the other five ladies in my life, all of whom made things infinitely better both individually and collectively. I was such a fortunate man; I simply cannot stress that enough. "Why don't you get off the bed and put on a little show for us?" Devon asked Kristanna, a glowing smile upon her face. "C'mon angel, let's see if you got any dance moves." "Dance moves?" Kristanna playfully scoffed. "What do you think? That I'm a stripper? If anyone, Devvy, you should strip. Not moi. You fit the part much better than me." "_Moi_?" Devon laughed. "Are you learning French now?" "We we," Kristanna nodded. "Give us a little dance," Devon insisted, motioning for Kristanna to stand up. "C'mon, dance for us!" The 25-year-old held her right arm outward and waved it at Devon. "I'm not about to dance unless you pay me 35 dollars. Or 250 kroner." "Kroner?" Devon laughed. "This isn't Norway, baby. This is America. I'm not giving you any Norwegian money." "Pamela told me that when she gave lap dances to customers in the strip club where she worked in Baltimore, she charged 35 dollars," Kristanna mused. "If you want me to dance for you, Devvy, it will cost you 35 dollars in cold, hard cash." "I'll give you 35 cents," Devon said. "But that might be too much. Your dancing might not be worth it. Hmmmmm... I'll give you a dime. Yes, ten cents." Kristanna lunged at Devon and pinned her shoulders to the bed beneath her. "TEN CENTS? Is that all I'm worth to you?" She smashed her mouth upon Devon's for a ...