An heiress to a financial empire joys its carnal advantages
Everyone's over 18
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The not so recently widowed matriarch had been bequeathed a paradoxical position. All at once, she was cast as wealthy beyond imagination, yet it came at the highest price possible the passing of her beloved Henry. Protector, benefactor, provider, sex slave! He was all of these besides being her more than generous lover and admirer. They had met in the go-go '90's when each had turned 30, just at the launch of his unfaltering march to moguldom. Henry was no Wolf of Wall Street, but a privileged upbringing had destined him for big things, and big money. He had been rather sexually naïve at first meet, but she coaxed him out of his shyness with her past vast, varied and vivacious experience. She could have otherwise been classified as a slut, but nobly partook in such activities on a strictly non-disclosure basis. So many of her collegiate cohorts sought little more than an 'Mrs.' degree, aspiring to be future baby-mommas and miners of sugar daddies.
She had taught, no, trained him, in the ways of love making of an unconventional nature. She assumed the role of disciplining school marm while he enthusiastically grew as her subjugate. During their many 'playtimes' over the years he would often be heard bellowing feigned protests or pleas for mercy that echoed off every wall and ceiling of their opulent dozen-room estate. She was charged with being in charge while he relished the role of relegated carnal lackey. This gave him the welcome relief from the otherwise ardent disposition he had to maintain to achieve success as the majority partner in his global conglomerate.
The couple's repertoire included queening, ass worship, restraints, reciprocal strap-on penetration, biting and pony riding. She used his tie as reigns when they were particularly plastered on vintage Dom Perrione, but never verbal degradation. Nor did they ever employ physical harm, his servitude and coital and orgasmic denial was more than adequate for their purposes.
She was his little catalyst to their vast fortune, frequently encouraging his reluctant assertiveness at strategic times, and had more than enough justification to taut herself as being more responsible than he for their lofty station. But that would be most gauche and bourgeois. She was reared a fighter from humble means, a true successful warrior who ne'er issued a gloat.
At the time of his departure from this earth those who were not privy to his personal matters could not have guessed at the advanced state of his cardiac failure. Madame had for some time taken the blame upon herself for not being more vigilant in thwarting his proclivities for waffle fries and sweets, as well as his disdain for stationary exercise. He was a strongly stubborn man with a penchant for sexually pleasing his mate-for-life, such as it was within their jointly consenting structure. After almost an entire year of guilt ridden mourning, she had reconciled that his demise was his predisposition for lack of healthful willpower, in combination with his occupational demands, that had been his ultimate undoing.
Since that time she had rebounded like the scrappy firecracker she was. Her heart and lascivious libido had reawakened with a vengeance.
Evelyn (aka, Madame Window) physically tended on the slight side, but by no means a 'skinny-mini.' She had that frame of short physical stature with a tall sense of clout, ample curves and impressive mammaries. It fit her personality most apropos. Curiously, or not, she had no interest in pursuing romantic relationships, but getting laid was always on the table. She didn't want to play the widowed MILF to immature stallions, or obsequious cohorts. Either constituted a subscription to a Faustian Bargain, and she was way too smart to resign herself to that.
Playing with toys was another matter, except that these toys were alive, ready, willing, and more than able to entertain her Lazarithan libido. They were at her constant beck and call, just as she liked. These 'toys' were her three resident domestic staff. By day they cooked, cleaned, cared and comforted her, and could make her and themselves come repeatedly long into the night. They were - Katrina the Nubian firebrand, Miguel, always the energetic and sultry Latin, and not the least, Cal, the well hung Scandinavian tall glass of water.
Upon returning home from a typically tedious (and all too frequent) all day meeting on the board of Henry's corporate legacy, she typically rested for a bit after a bite. That was shortly followed by the luxurious attending to by one (or all) of the 'help.' Sometimes said soothing service involved a simple bath and rubdown, other times a passionate pussy and asshole lapping. Quite often she orchestrated a 'DP' with Miguel and Cal, who frequently traded places during the double pleasuring. It could also entail the not nearly enough full body full staff worshipings upon her. On rare occasions a raucous quadruple orgy might ensue. But this particular day was 'Manor Keepers Choice,' and what was in store for the Divine Miss E was to be a terrific surprise for her.
Evelyn was first blindfolded and undressed by Katrina, who then applied butterfly kisses to each freshly exposed patch of skin. Madame was then led to the well appointed unlit study, then seated on her favorite Stickley club chair. Her blind was removed. When a dim lamp was lit and her eyes recovered from squinting, she nearly headbutted the vaulted ceiling from the shock of the sight. It was Cal, naked on his hands and knees, with his jiggling ass retaining a jeweled pony tailed butt plug. Miguel was grasping and flailing his caramel colored cock next to Cal, then turning and bending away from Madame to flex his cute muscular 'culo pequeño'.
Their asses, cocks and balls that were suspended and swayed low to the floor were a juicy vision for Ev. The smiling Madame nearly came on the spot, but was prevented from doing so by her legs being spread apart by the unclad maid stationed at her womanly apex. Katrina parted Madame's labia and began licking her inner folds softly so as not to elicit Madame's immediate orgasm.
Evelyn pulled her knees up to give Katrina access to her nether place. The Queen leaned back in ecstasy. Cal, meanwhile, had gotten up to a stand and was squeezing Miguel's cheeks together with both of hands. Miguel's buns formed an obscene hot dog bun. Katrina paused her lingual assault upon her master. Evelyn tilted her head forward to gain better visual purchase to the boys' performance. Her eyes slowly opened as she gradually awakened from the intensity of Katrina's oral servicing. Her own tongue poked out of the corner of her pursed lipped mouth and slid salaciously to the opposite corner.
