Erica Ch 05 A Descent Into The Maelstrom

CHAPTER 5 — A DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM

Setting up a threesome with Rachelle was even easier than I anticipated. Here's how it went.

August 19

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We'd been in bed all afternoon. Rachelle had been stroking my cock for over an hour, while we shared confidences and dirty confessions, mostly about ex-lovers. We called them bedtime stories, though mostly we shared them in the afternoons. It wasn't the first time we'd done this. Generally, we carved out an afternoon about every 3 to 4 weeks. When it was my turn, I had naked Rachelle lean back against me and I would play with her pussy lips and clit ring and fondle her tits and pinch her nipples while I whispered filthy sweet nothings in her ear. Occasionally I'd bite her neck. She had a spot that, if bitten, made her come. We were both high on mushrooms. I was trying to remember a nicer afternoon than the one I was having. Golden sunlight filtered through the blinds and gave a lovely amber glow to everything in the room, especially Rachelle. I dunno. Maybe it was the mushrooms. After she came a few times, Rachelle had insisted that it was her turn to pleasure me and she didn't want me to touch her. She said that I should just lie back this time and enjoy getting my dick pleasured. This came up so rarely, I decided to just go with it. Usually when I masturbate, I try not to turn it into an all-day event. Today was an indulgence — a luxury. I dunno. Maybe it was the mushrooms. Rachelle was between my legs giving me a first-class hand and throat job.

Rachelle was about 52 — considerably younger than me. She still looked good. In her younger days, she'd been an exotic dancer, a soft-core porn actress and a dominatrix (at least that was what she fessed up to).

She was telling me about her "girls night in" with our mutual friend Melissa. (Yes, the same Melissa that I slapped around while I throat fucked her.)

"She called me up drunk one night and said she wanted me to show her how to make love to a woman."

I knew Rachelle wasn't just spinning a yarn, because Melissa had mentioned their tryst too.

"She came over and I told her to undress in front of me while I sat in a chair and masturbated. I told her to get on the floor and crawl over to me and start eating my pussy."

"Let me be sure I'm picturing this right. What were you wearing?

"I was wearing my thigh high leather boots, a corset, and a leather collar around my neck. No panties."

My dick lurched in her hand. She said, "There are no surprises from a naked man. Monk your dick is so up front about your likes and dislikes."

Mostly my likes. I don't think I have that many dislikes."

"Yeah, you're a filthy fucker. It's one of the things I love about you. So Melissa was slowly crawling across the carpet. She's was turning me on so much my pussy was practically creaming. Her face was getting closer and closer until it was between my legs. The way she looked up at me was so . . . subservient. Just the way I like my women.

"I know you do." I agreed. My dick got a little harder in her hands.

"I placed my hand over my pussy and she lapped at my fingers like a kitten. Finally I moved my hand away and stroked her cheek as she took her first tentative licks of my pussy lips. Jesus you're getting even harder. She was licking me gently while I gave her instructions. I told her not to be so tentative. You know I like to get my clit practically bitten off."

"Deed you do."

"I've got my hands on her cheeks and I'm drawing her face into my pussy. I tell her to use her teeth to pull on my clit ring. So she does that. It feels so good. I told her that not all women like to have their clits bitten, but she should learn how to please the widest variety of women. I picture what I'm going to do to her when I reciprocate, and how it's going to make her head explode. Melissa's nibbling on my clit and my dirty thoughts are making me extremely horny. I tell her to chew on my labia while I pinch my clit. She's wearing her hair up in a pony tail high on the back of her head. I just grab it and start yanking her head around, using it to put her mouth where I want it."

"She wore her hair that way when she came over to my place too, and I used it the same way. I think maybe she wanted a repeat of what you did to her."

"Hmmmm. I think maybe she did. Wait 'til I tell you."

"Sorry to interrupt."

"No, it's fine. I was using her hair to drag her face all over my pussy and telling her what to do with her mouth when it got where I wanted it. I told her when to use her lips, her tongue, her teeth. I lifted her head up and she looked up at me. Her face was shining with my pussy liquid and her chin was dripping. She was wearing a huge smile. "She said, 'If I do something wrong, please correct me.' At first I thought she just wanted more instructions, then I realized that she wanted to be disciplined."

"Ooh. That must have been exciting."

"You know me Monk. I realized that she wasn't there to learn how to please a woman necessarily, she was mainly there for some discipline and maybe some pain. I almost came. I told her that she needed correction, but that first she should eat my pussy some more because I wanted to come all over her face."

"I dragged her mouth back down to my vagina and she started eating me like she was starving and vulvas were filet mignon. She was doing an excellent job of biting and chewing my clit — just the right pressure. I was fantasizing about the things I was going to do to her for the rest of the night. It made me so crazy I came quickly. I squirted on her face. She was a little taken aback, even though I'd warned her. I used her pony tail to pull her head a few inches from my vagina, then rubbed my own clit a couple of times until I ejaculated all over her whole face."

"Ohhh God, stop stroking me." Rachelle acceded to my request. She'd kept me rock hard for over an hour and she didn't want to spoil her record.

She asked, "Did you ejaculate on her face too?"

"I covered her in it hon. I'm remembering it now. I was so pumped from fucking her ass. I completely let loose on her face. She couldn't believe how much come she had to deal with. You know how sometimes come is almost as thick as pudding? Well that's the way it was — bright white and opaque, so thick it didn't even run. When I told her to feed it to herself, she started immediately — like she'd just been waiting for me to tell her to do it. She didn't want to suck my dick because it had been in her ass.

"She probably would have if you made her."

"I did make her. At the beginning of the night she told me in so many words that she wanted me to beat her up and fuck her throat. When she refused to clean my dick, I started slapping her hard and shoving it down her slutty throat. She came again, but I don't know if it was the slapping or the making her suck her ass juices off of my dick that did it. I bet you gave her face good soaking too."

"I sprayed her whole head."

"That's my girl. I'm picturing you doing it. Dousing her face with your cunt juice. And look what that's doing to my dick."

"Omigod. I'm looking."

"That's because I'm fantasizing about Melissa getting her head dragged around by the pony tail as countless men and women come all over her face."

"Ooh. That is hot. And I bet she'd love it."

"Probably. You never know. We might get to test that one of these days."

"Will you come more because I've been edging you all afternoon?"

"Oh you bet I will. Probably gallons. I'm sorry. I interrupted your story?"

She looked at my dick then up at me and said, "Now where was I?"

Her hand went back to stroking my dick as she got back to her bedtime story.

"There's not a lot more to tell. I told her she had to wear my cum on her face all night. Then I cuffed her wrists behind her back, and made her kneel with her ass in the air while I whipped her with a riding crop. I reddened her whole ass."

"Ooh fuck."

"Yeah, it made me crazy too. I made her beg me to beat her. I made her hold her asshole open for me so I could get the crop right on it. She howled when I did that. I made her lick my boots while I whipped her. I put on my strap-on and fucked her for about an hour. She was entirely willing. She came a lot. Her pleading sounded so genuine."

"I think maybe it was. Don't you? Maybe she got what she needed from both of us . . . because she knew us. Our reputations preceded us, so she knew she could come to us to get what she wanted, what she needed. Maybe she was just using us to feed her animal needs."

I started singing the Bill Withers song as well as I could remember it, "but if it feels this good getting used. Just keep on using me. Till you use me up."

"I think it's about time to end the edging portion of our program. Where would you like this huge amount of come that you've been working on so diligently for the last couple of hours?"

"What are my options stud?"

Well let's see. I could come in your slutty handbag, or in your nasty hydration flask."

"Ha! Slutty handbag."

Or I could make you a wager that you can't hold my whole load of come in your mouth without swallowing.

"Oh I like that idea. How much?"

"Thirty dollars if you can do it"

"Seems like a sucker bet but I can use thirty dollars."

So let's set the rules. No swallowing, and if any come leaks out of your mouth or nose, I win."

Rachelle thought this would be easy money. She was good, but I thought maybe I had a chance. The huge come load vs. the hugely experienced mouth. I knew she'd had well over a hundred sex partners, and though that number included some women, it still meant she'd sucked a lot of cock and eaten a lot of sperm. The sadder but wiser girl for me. This was going to be monumental.

Looking into my eyes, she took the head of my dick in her mouth. No hands.

"Want me to share some news with you?"

She was doing the slowest deepthroat I've ever had — all the way down to the root, then all the way up to the head. My cock, slowly emerging from her mouth looked like it had no end.

"MMMMMMMMHHHHHMMMM"

"Somebody li-ikes Rachelle." I said in my most singsongy voice.

"HHHMMMMM?"

"Erica wants to have a threesome with the two of us."

She pulled my dick out of her mouth to say, "Oh my. That's intriguing. What are the rules of engagement?"

"No rules. Maybe for you, if you want rules, but she doesn't need any. We may need a safe word, but she does whatever I tell her to do. She said she'd also do whatever you want her to do. She's really subby and she's really slutty. You've seen some of her videos. So you know she's in your ballpark on the smut scale. She likes a little pain. She requested that we not hurt more than she can handle. Aside from that, she'll do whatever is necessary to please us."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM." Just thinking about a threesome with Erica was getting her going. She backed her throat off my cock, ever so slowly. I groaned as I watched inch after inch of dick slowly appear from between her lips. She was groaning too. When the head cleared her lips, she slowly, and like the true slut that she was, she rubbed it all over her face, while looking up into my eyes. She asked, "Do you really think she's as dirty as I am?"

"Let's put it this way, she has great potential."

"And I'm just the person to help her achieve that potential. I've had decades to become the huge whore that I am."

Rachel began making a mess with her throat slime.

"I can save her lots of time — put her on the fast track to whoredom."

"So I take it that's a yes."

"You had me at 'threesome', or maybe 'Erica.' I've been fantasizing about fucking her since you introduced us."

"I think it would be great for you to have the opportunity to assist me in her degradation." This was getting Rachelle very excited. She stuffed my schlong back in her mouth.

"You'll certainly have the opportunity to test her limits. Who knows, maybe we'll have the opportunity to test yours.""

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

My dick was buried deep in her windpipe.

"I think you'd also enjoy THIS!"

Without warning I came like a firehose in her throat. She choked on my spending and sperm came flying out of her mouth as she coughed repeatedly. Once she regained her dick-sucking composure, she left my cock in her mouth as I filled it up with shot after shot of my jizz. When I was done, she backed her head off of my cock and opened her mouth to show me that it was almost overflowing with semen. So nasty.

She made a big deal out of savoring the taste, running her tongue around in her sperm—filled mouth.

She said, "WAAAAA. MMEEEEEEE. AHHHHHO."

"Beg your pardon?"

She swallowed my jizz with one huge gulp, then stuck out her tongue and said, "Watch me swallow."

She wiped her lips with her finger then fed herself some leftovers as she said, "I lost. You didn't give me any warning. But we never stipulated that you had to — so no foul. I'm already out 30 bucks. Do I have to pay you? Or do something?"

"If you lost the bet I figured that I'd get to see you choking on sperm. That was worth thirty bucks. I can still pay you the $30 for blowing me if that makes you feel like more of an actual whore. Will it turn you on remembering that you got paid to suck some guy off?"

"I think it will, and if it makes me seem like more of a whore in your eyes, I'll gladly take the money. Do you abuse your whores?"

"I've been known to. Is that a request?"

Rachelle's hand was now fully engaged in giving herself another climax. She pinched her clit and fingered her pussy. "Ooh fuck. Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, to us. If Erica doesn't want to play, can we make her?

"Of course we can. I aim to please ma'am."

Jeez, this was all too easy. Now we just had to hammer out a date. I put $30 on the dresser and said, "There's your money you filthy slag. Do your next customer a favor and brush your teeth before you get the fuck out of here. Leave before I throw you out. You'd probably like that. You'd like it if I threw you out in the hall naked. Wouldn't you?"

Rachelle came.

This is probably a good place to insert a few words about . . .

MY FILTHY RACHELLE.

My demure, nympho, gutter-mouthed, heavily tattooed, pierced, bimbo-chested, purple-haired, middle-aged, married, cheating, drug-taking, semi-professional sex worker, crazy friend/fuck buddy, Rachelle.

How demure? In polite society, she disdained the word "Fuck." Once you got her going however, she was capable of using the filthiest words on the planet.

Nympho? Rachelle was one of three women I'd been involved with who'd admitted to having sex with over 100, people qualifying them to be members of what I called the "Century Club". Before we even fucked the first time, she told me, "I like to be fucked, hard. I like to be spanked, hard. And I like to have my nipples bitten, hard."

I have to admit, my first thought upon hearing this admission was,

'Wow. Is that all at once? Because I'm not even sure how I would go about that.'

How tattooed? She had one on her Adam's apple that looked like a water lily, but was probably some Egyptian motif. She had a beautiful, brightly-colored bird tattooed on her back with wings that spread out over her shoulder blades. She also had numerous Sanskrit words tattooed here and there around her neck and body. Nothing gross, but lots of tattoos. Starting to get the picture?

How pierced? Although she'd had numerous piercings in the past, when we were 'dating' she had pared it down to just two, a septum ring and one through her clit.

How bimbo—chested? In spite of her heavy, slutty makeup, tattooed eyebrows, wild colored hair and nose ring, her tits were her most noticeable feature. She wore low cut tops that always showed some bra with lots of tit flesh spilling out. Early on, I bought her a couple of bras at a fancy lingerie boutique. She was a 32H (European, but I think it's the same). She was diminutive, and slender (5'2" by about 115 lbs. I figured). With such huge tits on such a small chasis it's no wonder that all eyes were drawn to them.

Drugs? Name something. Rachelle loved being high as much as she loved fucking. She'd probably taken more trips than George Clooney in

Up In the Air

. We took acid and mushrooms numerous times, and she had become enamored of ayahuasca weekends. No heroin use in the recent past. But prescription opioids, Adderall, Ecstasy, ketamine and Klonopin were all on her menu (and mine too, to be frank). Rachelle had made her own inner mental world, that only bumped elbows with reality occasionally. I called her a high-functioning high person.

How crazy? Rachelle once broke up with me, hula hooped nude for me (outdoors) and asked me to spank her . . . in that order . . . IN THE SAME NIGHT!

(And what a night! I'll always remember the hula hooping — the rhythmic undulation of her hips back and forth; the light from a distant street lamp highlighting the contours of her naked body. Her shaved vulva moving in and out of shadow. Beckoning. Occasionally the clit ring would glint in reflected light from somewhere. When she turned her back to me, the bird on her back seemed to flap its wings with the movement of her arms. Her pornstar breasts swayed gently, her nipples hardened by the slight chill in the air. I'm getting hard as I write this. But I digress.)

Married? Yes, I was her backdoor man — in more ways than one. Her husband was a nice guy. Once I determined that he wasn't going to come after me with a gun I was fine with fucking his wife. I kinda felt sorry for him. I think he had a tiger by the tail and no chance of taming it. He liked drugs and sex too, so he went along. Maybe I was a pawn in some sick sex fantasy between the two of them. Maybe she gave him a full report of our get togethers while she got him off. I didn't ask because I didn't care.

Over the period we were "dating" she shared the following confidences with me: the previously mentioned sex with "way over" 100 people (men & women), stories of numerous threesomes (maybe 15 including a couple with me), and said she'd occasionally accepted "gifts" from men she'd had sex with. Professionally, she'd had stints as a video model on a soft core "big boobies" website, as an exotic dancer and as a dominatrix (as I believe I mentioned). I make no judgements. She's a mother of two & had mouths to feed. I just thought you might find it interesting.

She told me that it was easy dominating submissive men because she had no respect for them. She liked her men strong and aggressive. In other words, she did to men what she wanted them to do to her. In other, other words, she was a batshit crazy nympho (not PC, but apt) who liked and could tolerate some pain. She told me that her hypersexuality was probably due to numerous occurrences of sexual abuse in her adolescence. She told me she'd been beaten with a belt "quite a few times" and liked it. Blah blah. Her problem, not mine.

Rachelle and I went on numerous "overnights". God knows what she told her husband. Once again, her problem. About a year before I met Erica, Rachelle and I found ourselves fooling around in a hotel in Vegas. She was blowing me like mad while I fingered her pussy. Because we were both at uncomfortable angles, I disengaged, and spun her around so her head was hanging over the edge of the bed. In a mock—ubercaring voice I said, "Isn't that more comfy?" as I lowered my dick to her face. "Put your hands on my hips, so you can control how deep I go. I don't want to make you gag." But really I did want to make her gag . . . a lot.

As it turned out I could've done without the fake caring bit. I'm pretty sure she would've preferred it if I'd just said , "I'm going to fuck your throat now, hard and deep until you run out of air or you throw up all over your tits slut." It would've been more to her liking in a lot of ways. But I didn't know that then.