Mm.. The Kitty And The Cat (And Both Are Sweet)

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.  
Victor Hugo  
 
Kinky sex, freaky sex, more than once or twice    
More than you’ve paid for some, naughty and some nice    
Twisted visions of perfect sex, broken later like glass    
Forget the champagne room, if you come cheap you won't get a sniff of this sweet ass    
    
But with a call, anything can be done    
Just pay and lay out your plan    
Money gone but hopes elevated    
By two bushes in his hand    
    
Sweet promises of things to come    
Clothes shed and tossed aside    
“Let's play a game, you can have it all    
But first you must be tied.”    
    
Naked bodies taunting him, perfectly curvaceous in every way    
His lust and erection growing bit by bit    
A soft palm stroking him, kissing the tip of his dick      
Denying his pleasure until he satisfies these two chicks    
    
He thought he knew what he wanted    
But somehow it all went wrong    
His two sirens, gifted and a beauty, we were expecting climaxes to last all night long    
Tonight we’re singing a different song    
    
Bound and down, our handsome victim of trust    
Laying helpless and full of sinful lust    
A dark bush suddenly consumes his face    
My palm wrapping around his erection holding it up in place    
    
He volunteered to use our sexual skills    
Our freaky intentions became his nightly thrills    
With no chance to protest or scream    
Standing over him, one stiletto to his six pack, squatted, feeding him my golden stream    
    
Gulping and drinking, he was gasping for air    
Hoping he wouldn't yank out my whore’s long curly hair    
Finally surviving but without much fight    
I said, “Mm… I think you liked that, right?”    
    
His manhood stood reaching farther to the skies    
My warm ruby lips took it down by surprise    
My whore’s dark wet pussy that sat on his face    
Lifted up, turned around and settled in place    
    
A warm dark crevice came into his view    
He was yet naïve, not knowing what to do    
Then softness closed in, "Mm... go ahead, lick it"    
"And if you do as I like handsome, I’ll let your dick tease all up in this moistened gift."    
While my whore licks all over my perky tits    
    
My butter rum taste and sensations so bold, fresh, and anew    
Made him lose instant control, pre-cum toppled his cock as it steadily grew    
He felt my hand pumping    
My warm mouth humming    
His head denting the pillow, getting addictive to my head bobbling while up and down drumming    
Pleasing us, his desires, negated    
The length touching my tonsils, the width hungrily pulsating    
    
Getting up before he could cum deep inside    
Taking turns...our climaxes milking his dick with a gyrating slip and slide    
For hours and hours, as he first did ask    
Giving us pleasure was his only task    
During our orgasms, his was repeatedly denied    
His body ached so bad, he stroked his balls, his dick, until he cried    
    
Having given us control, he was to blame    
And for the lesson, there was no shame    
He had consumed all our warm silken honey    
And in return we took all his money    
    
But once he was freed, released from our plight    
He weakly asked, “Are you two free tomorrow night?”