#WednesdayQuickie: Aminát the Sacred Whore - Part II

Updated: May 3, 2020

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Tension rose in the room.

The silhouette of his smirk visible through the red light.

Distaste boiled inside Aminát.


“So you’re stalking me now?”

Startled, his words trailed off, “Look, I…”


Mistress looked at them both confused. “Wait… you two know each other!?”

“Yes—No!” They both blurted in sync.


He stood there funneling through his mental bank of excuses and none seemed plausible. This wasn’t the reaction he expected. Aminát was abhorred, disgusted even. The feeling of nudity waned over her by his intrusion of their mutual privacy. He knew he violated the one rule of the club and his relationship with her—discretion.


Mistress got one glance at Aminát and grabbed her hand.


“Look, I don’t have time, James—”

“James!” Aminát scoffed. “That’s what he told you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mistress noted.


She turned and dragged Aminát out of the room.


“We take disclosure seriously here. I’ll bring you to your next appointment and assure you this won’t happen again.”


Mistress rushed Aminát two rooms down and left James in his pile of emotional shit. She glanced back, turning the corner and caught his eye.


No one wanted to err on her bad side.


Her soft demeanor and sultry voice, paired with tawny skin and mahogany brown eyes were only a mask of the fire that came with her temper. A mother hen to her members, she equally played no games with violators and showed no mercy with her wrath. She was not to be toyed with, not when it came to her girls.


The empathy Aminát felt for “James” quickly disappeared once she met her next suitor. This room wasn’t like the rest, so she assumed he had to be high profile. Behind a thick Black curtain was a wood grain inspired room. The client, lanky in build, appeared out of the ordinary but the sandalwood he burned to design the mood proved to be a good sign.


“This is Merrick.” Mistress smiled and lightly swung Aminát from behind and placed her in the middle of the room.


He smirked.


Took in her altar and made sure to grab mental pictures of every inch of thickness perfectly placed inside that jersey skirt. Before he could make his next move, she’d already begun to disrobe.


“Well…” Mistress smized. “Let me excuse myself while you two get right to it. I’ll be back in two hours.”


She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips. Caught a glimpse of Aminát ’s backside which held her lace boy shorts perfectly around her waist and curvature. Mistress pulled the curtain closed and added a little heat to the room from the outside.


Aminát and Merrick stared at each other.

Their energetic conversation intrigued him.


He pushed past the pleasantries and shoved his tongue in her mouth. Pressed their bodies together and lithe his oral muscle inside her jaws. Flicked along her inner skin. Sucked on her bottom lip. Smacked her ass.


Her moans affirmed his assertiveness.

A dom prepared to make her his sub… or so he thought.


His hands made its own trail up her back. Fingertips grazed the spine and soon his palms gripped her neck. Leaned her back just a touch and began to bite at the décolletage. Teeth pulled at her skin. She squirmed in pleasure. Hunched over, he continued to toggle between slapping her ass and nibbling her neck. Caught glimpse of a shadow in the background and decided to give them a show.


“There’s someone watching us,” he whispered.


He could feel the smirk forming across her face. Aminát reached forward and grabbed his lingam. The description of his girth proved perfect. A grower. The pleasant surprise a woman receives in gratitude. The more she rubbed, the further he expanded. Progressed forward. Slowly revealed his length.


She could sense the excitement in his breath.


It was no longer steady but choppy, hasty. The anticipation of him entering an orgasmic gateway be it her mouth or her walls. Since they had an audience, why not her mouth first before the main event.


She got down on her knees, pulled down his slacks, and took him in—slow.


Ensured she gave him love before she sucked his soul. Calculated bobs back and forth. Her tongue obliged the same lithe movements as he did in her mouth. She complimented the warmth with hands of the same softness. Squeezing gently and firm. Made sure they locked eyes. Assured him how much his girth pleased her.


“That’s a good girl. Suck it for Merrick.”


He glided his hands along her forehead, reached for her messy bun, and carefully unraveled her hair. Let it drape down her shoulders and fall in her face. He looked up and noticed the shadow had a masculine build.


“Merrick wants to entertain our secret voyeur, will you accept?”


He looked down at her pretty face putting in work. Lapping pools up and down his shaft. She glanced up and nodded her head. Merrick drew his attention back to the curtain and motioned for the man to enter. Urged him to keep quiet while she worked and assigned him a seat in the corner.


“I want our voyeur to participate. Suck your pussy while you suck me. Will you accept?”


Aminát glanced up again and nodded her head in agreement. Her mind lost in the suckle of his loins, she could care less what someone did from behind. His dick was juicy, full, flavorful. Firm and curved upward. Made it easy for her to deep throat. Edged him off minutes before he came.


Each time she did it, he expanded.

Widened in girth.


Aminát dipped her head forward to deep throat again, when her gushy pearl was met with a soft, warm, tongue. She flinched, widened her legs, then inched Merrick down her throat. Used her muscles to squeeze as she would her walls.


His knees began to buckle.

The guest nibbled on her clit.


He licked a bit more then slid under and sat her on his face. Made her ride his tongue. The orgasm became hard to control.


Aminát’s thighs brushed against the guest’s face and that five o’clock shadow felt all too familiar. There was no time to back out. He sucked her lips till she shuddered and bucked on his face. The sensation drove her to grab Merrick’s hips and push him into her face.


She gagged then adjusted.

His knees buckled more.

He made her squirt.


Loud and muffled moans echoed in the wood grain room. Merrick tapped Aminát’s shoulder and she snatched him from her throat. He jerked, then grabbed his length and continued to stroke while he watched her shuddered from the laps to her labia.


Eyes closed.

Bucking.

Shivering.


Licked her fingers and massaged her nipples. The guest did a gentle nub on her clit once more and she came incessantly. Merrick had enough waiting and was ready to have a taste of Aminát’s infamous sweet pussy. He stood her up and let the nectar drip down her thighs.


The guest followed and removed the rest of his clothes. Aminát stood in the midst of her ecstasy, heaving. Lips damp, walls throbbing. “I’m not fucking both you.” She sputtered.


“But you agreed.” Merrick insisted. He looked over at the guest he allowed to enter their safe space and quickly connected the dots. “Look, I didn’t know.”


“I know. Still, I’m not fucking you both.”


Silence filled the air.


There were only moments before the mood would die and no one would get off the way they planned. Aminát raised her eyebrow at Merrick and urged a decision. Before he could utter a response, James spoke.


“Mina is there a way we can settle this...” he paused. “You know how I feel about you.”


Desperation always looked good on James.

The needy behavior made him such a good sub.


“Fine, you wanna play?” She smirked. “Kiss him, then you both can fuck me.” Her deviant glare assured the men she meant business.


She looked around for her bustier while they stood in confused intrigue. Inside was a breast pocket with a pre-roll. She grabbed the lighter from the table where the scent of sandalwood began to fade and filled it with the scent of sugar cookies and lime.


Aminát enjoyed a bit of do-si-dos when the encounters got… interesting.


The men looked at each other then back at Aminát. Naked they stood. Soldiers at attention ready for war but unsure which one they were about to enter. Contemplation wore on their faces. She began to taunt them.


“Maybe you need a little encouragement.”


She took another hit of do-si-dos and slid her fingers between her lips, warmed up her pearl, then licked them in pleasure.


James shook off the anxiety and right when he turned to kiss Merrick, Mistress entered the room.


“Times up honeybee, your next appointment awai—”


She stood there confused, intrigued, and amused. Aminát was more powerful than she anticipated.


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