Hours pass before the door once more opens

Hours had passed, how many Jessica couldn’t say, but the sun had set over Amsterdam leaving just the lights of the city outside. Having turned, or fallen, onto her side facing the window, her constant whimpers had been replaced by something of a slumber, her entire body tingling and her mind was muddled with a **** need for gratification. Anything to bring her the much needed release her entire body and mind was screaming for.

The buzz of the wand between her legs and her heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room, as had been the case since she was left in this exposed and **** position, the sense of shame and humiliation mixing with the sense of pure unfulfilled pleasure that the device trapped against her pussy was providing.

Her bronze-colored skin was drenched in sweat, glistening in what little light that was illuminating the room and her body felt worn out, her muscles having clenched in response to the simmering pleasure flowing from the vibrator and through her body, again and again, leaving her tired and sore.

The sudden sound of the door unlocking brought her quickly back from the state of sex-crazed slumber she was in, eyes snapping open and heart skipping a beat at the nervous excitement of Stefan finally returning, and she groaned through the gag, begging to put this ordeal to an end - with the hope of something would follow that would bring all this teasing to a glorious culmination.

Only, as the door opened all she hears is the sound of heels on the hotel room floor filling the room, and her eyes stays wide open for a very different reason. Her new vacation companion didn’t seem like the type to don stilettos, so it’s obviously wasn’t him, her mind reeled at the realization, but with her arms and legs tied behind her back and her body exhausted she’s not able to turn to possible for her to see who has entered the room.

“Mmm,” she heard the soft, contented and very feminine sigh when the sound of the heels ended, seemingly at the edge of the bed, outside her current field of vision, “Well, you ARE a pretty little thing!” her visitor then stated, as Jessica could actually hear the approval in the voice of this strange woman, speaking in sexy accent, francophone African if the Hollywood star was to venture a guess.

Jessica let out a strangled groan, a pathetic attempt of a ‘please’, her wide-open brown eyes glancing towards the sound of the strangers’ voice, as she tries to turn her body, achieving nothing bar some visually delightful jiggling of her naked curves.

“Hmm, he wasn’t exaggerating!” the woman stated as she moved further round the bed, the sound of her heels echoed through the room as Jessica watched her appear before her, her eyes fixed on a pair of strong thighs for a few drawn out seconds before trailing upwards, seeing a mature black lady - in her late thirties or possibly even forties - wearing tight jeans and leather coat, open to reveal a deep cleavage, and an impressive, mouth-watering pair of breasts threatening to spill out.

“Pwease…” she begged, her eyes catching those of this black goddess, seeming intimidatingly tall as she stood before the bed, a big smile on her lips and her fires ignited with passion.

“Oh honey, we’re going to have so much fun!” she promised Jessica, leaning forward so her impressive bust was further displayed for the helpless starlet, and reached out to run a hand along the soft, wet skin of with a feather light touch, causing her to squirm and moan through the gag, before Jessica saw the eyes harden and felt her nipple, hard as ever, being pinched between the thumb and forefinger of her new visitor.

“Hmmngg!” Jessica screamed at the sharp, sudden pain that flashed through her, mixing with the unrelenting vibration and, as this strange black woman just grinned at her, almost made her finally achieve that much needed orgasm.

With a wink the beautiful lady stood back up fully and with a deep, sensual chuckle turned on her feet and headed across the room and into the bathroom.

No sooner had the bathroom door shut before the lock once more was turned and someone else entered the hotel room, Jessica still lying on her side facing away and gasping for breath following her meeting with the last visitor, a sense of calm however washing over her tense body when she recognized the voice of Stefan.

“Had a nice afternoon, Ficksau?” he chuckled, and she felt the mattress move as he sat down behind her.

“Mm-mmm…” she groaned in response as his hands took hold of her and rolled her back onto her front, unplugging the magic wand and setting about untying the rope, bringing a sigh of relief from her.

“Ripe for the pickings!” he muttered as he covers her wet, swollen pussy with one hand, penetrating her hot box with a pair of his fat fingers, causing her to moan into the mattress as pleasure flows through her, while she stretched her legs out for the first time in god knows how long.

“I’ve invited Desiree here to start your little adventure,” he hisses into Jessica’s ear, having pulled her head up by grabbing a handful of her brown hair, “- she’ll show you the ropes, so I’ll leave you in her capable hands for now, as I have some work to get done,” he chuckled, letting her hair fall back onto the bed, the smile audible in his voice as he added, “Really, any visit to Amsterdam can’t be called complete without a rendezvous with Mistress Desiree!” while moving away from the bed.

With her limbs finally free Jessica lay on the bed, head down, with her legs and hands stretched out, breathing heavily into the sheets for several long moments before raising her head and looking, with tired eyes through strands of her hair, sticking slightly to her sweaty face, across the room to where Stefan was sitting, flicking through some papers. He only stopped to glance up, smile and wink, but not in the direction of the bed, causing Jessica to crane her neck further, following his gaze, resulting in twisting her body some, arching her back and moving her legs, something she hadn’t been able to for so long and resulting in the immediate reminder of the plug lodged inside of her previously tight rear, having been stretched for all this time.

As her eyes reached the once more open door to the bathroom, all thoughts of that strangely pleasurable discomfort caused by the anal toy were pushed far back in her mind. The lady, apparently named Desiree, had changed into some white lacy garments, with a short flared skirt and a top that showed off her huge bust, between, and pushing those things upwards, was a dark red leather corset. Her make-up had been redone and she was a truly gorgeous sight as she stood in the doorway, one hand on her curved hips… while her other hand rested down her side, Jessica’s eyes opening wide as she realized she was holding a riding crop