PUTTING OUT THE FIRE
Ever since Queenie put a spell on me, fucking is all I think about, especially on Saturday nights. So, much so that I have asked her to put a similar spell on a list of certain men in my life, a different spell, however.
"What do you want these men to do, my dear?"
"I want them to worship me and bend to my desires without question. I wish for them to not remember any escapades we have together and I want them to be super virile with perfect, delectable dicks. I want them to be able to shoot off over and over without going soft. I want their tongues to be erogenous tools with an ability to morph like my old lover Raphael, the Starman".
"Well, my dear, it seems the solution to your problem calls for clones, since you're asking to change the men physically. Cloning is within my abilities. I can make each one of your friends become exotic specimens with every feature, including their dicks and tongues, embellished. They can be available at your command anytime, anywhere."
"That sounds like a good plan."
"So, how many would you like for me to prepare for you?" "Wait a minute, I think I would also like a couple of women, also!"
"Okay, that will be no problem. How many men will you need?"
"I think four, so I might watch a bit of male, male, female action with them, if I want."
"Okay, I will let you know when they are ready. You be thinking about a venue for this sexcapade."
"Oh, I already know that. It will be at the beach house."
While waiting for Queenie to ready my herd, I went with my fashion advisor on a shopping spree to buy the hottest lingerie I could find. All this moolah gave me a chance to reduce these sagging boobs of mine. They are rather perky now, the nipples where they used to be and back to a double D cup. All done without scars and loss of feeling.
I bought things that I wouldn't even think about prior to Queenie. The feel of the silky fabric against my skin makes me shiver a bit. Revealing so much of my boobs is beyond hot. I love standing in front of the mirror moving my shoulders back and forth caressing my hardened nipples against the various, silky tops I purchased. I look good enough to eat. A procedure to firm up my neck below the chin has brought out a more beautiful face. Someone used to say I look like Sophia Loren, now I believe him.
A masseuse/trainer I brought in to get my body ready is doing a stellar job, my belly is much firmer now, as are my thighs, thunder thighs a secret lover once called them. I even got rid of my muffin tops, making my ass symmetrical once again. I can't see my ass but Queenie says it's a real turn on even for her. She loves to touch it and I don't mind. Touching is paramount now, no matter the person.
All this must take place on days other than Saturday. If not, I might be grabbing the gardener for a fast fuck. He's cute little Mexican with a nice package. Or the pool boy, Cosmo, a dumb but wickedly handsome young black guy who likes to brag about all the white womens he's fucked, but that's not what I long for right now.
On horny Saturdays if no one else is available, my masseuse Kimi obligingly will eat me. Being Asian, she is extremely talented with her mouth and tongue. She will slide me down on the table until my ass is hanging off and will hold me by my ankles as she sinks her face into my pussy. She will lick all around and into my pussy while jacking my clit with two fingers like a tiny dick. She always finishes me with her hot mouth sucking my clit and an entire tiny hand almost buried in my creamy pussy. She lovingly cleans me with her mouth when she's through and always with that quiet giggle of enjoyment.
That said, I guess more than anything I am looking for affirmation that I am desirable and beautiful. For too long I have been taken for granted. Let's do some shit just for Angel for a change! With all this money, this rich bitch can have anything and anyone she wants. I like it!!
I have flown in an outfit from LA, famous for putting together party venues for all those rap artists. I don't like all rap music but I do like how they party. So, the pool area will become like a Hollywood screen set with lights and music and lots of food. Waiting on Queenie!
Finding myself with little to do, I attended the board meeting for Angel for the People. I was happy to hear that we raised twenty thousand dollars for the underprivileged. Another good thing about being rich, money flows where money goes.