Eric or Erica? Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Eric or Erica? Pt. 07

... did not go well for you last time; that is why I am here in person."

"When I asked you to be with Russell, you asked me if I was 100% sure about him. I told you I was not 100% sure about anything but I will tell you this. I do not for one second believe anything bad will come from being with this client. He would no more hurt an entertainer than he would want to physically be with one. I am vouching for him and his behavior while he is with you."

"Dimitri! Coming from you, that's like the gold seal stamp of approval. Who is going to play the role of the dominatrix? Anyone I know?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Seriously? How many of the other entertainers do you know? When have you had the time to get to know them? When have you taken the time to get to know any of them?"

I nodded again, this time in acknowledgement of what he was saying. Two days later I was entertaining Mr. Z's voyeur.

The open corner of my living area had been set up again at my request with the special needs of my newest client in mind. The corner had been 'walled off' with a mirrored door in the middle. The mirror was a two-way mirror so the person sitting inside that little area could see out; no one could see inside.

I was sitting on the couch opposite that corner wearing nothing but black lace lingerie, stockings, and heels. The cups on the bra were cutouts, so my nipples were completely exposed. The panties completely covered the front of me, but my backside was open. I had on ...

... full length black lace opera gloves, Cuban heel, back seam stockings and 4" black lace heels. My makeup, lipstick and nail polish were all done in a virginal, pastel pink.

There was a knock at my door, and I said meekly, "Please come in."

Catwoman came walking into the room. Or should I say, someone dressed as Catwoman came into the room. She was wearing a full-length jet-black, leather catsuit complete with headpiece, gloves with little clawtips, and knee-length leather boots with 6" stiletto heels. Her raven black hair flowed out from under her headpiece and her lips glistened with a blood-red lip gloss. The one noticeable exception was the 8" strap-on hanging between her legs.

She strode up to me and said, "Suck my dick, bitch. Suck it like a good little girl."

My eyes snapped open. I recognized that voice, it was Tina! Not giving me anytime to show that I recognized her, she strode up to me, pinched my cheeks together to make me pucker and shoved the dildo into my mouth. She began to fuck my mouth enthusiastically. "Purrrrfect! That's my good little girl. You like sucking cock, grab my ass cheeks and fuck your mouth with my cat-cock!"

I did as she asked and began to pull her hips to me, fucking my face with her strap-on. I realized she had a remote control in one hand when the strap-on began to vibrate and heat up inside my mouth. She started moaning and I realized the dildo must have been double sided and the other half of the now vibrating, heating silicone ...