King Me

After her night with Charlie, Hennessy was even more intrigued about sexual dominance. She yearned for Erik to look at her the way he looked at Charlie when she was in control. That level of raw passion and reverence being something that she craved the most, partly due to her tumultuous childhood. Though she knew some of what the dynamics were in traditional dom/sub relationships, her eager mind yearned for more knowledge. She began spending more and more time away from the group, researching and educating herself on what it meant to be a proper dom and all of the things that she could do to ensure the safety and satisfaction of her sub. When she wasn't buried in her MacBook or her iPhone, she was with Charlie, absorbing everything she had to give. Confident that she was ready to experiment on her own, she began planning a scene tailored specifically to showing her appreciation to a certain curvaceous King.

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The family vacation in Amsterdam was nearing its end. On the second to last day, Hennessy decided to plan a day of bonding with her husband and sister wives. Appeasing to her husband's art hoe nature, she booked a private tour of the Van Gogh art museum as well as lunch along the UNESCO waterways. After lunch, they enjoyed another private tour of the Rijksmuseum, which houses the works of Rembrandt, Van Dyke, and Vermeer. The tiny genius sure knew how to put a smile on his face. So much so that he'd almost forgotten that he owed her a punishment for the stunt she pulled with Charlie the nights before. Almost.
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After a day of sightseeing and art hoeing, the ladies decided to venture to the infamous XtraCold Icebar for a night of drinking and letting loose, no Erik in sight.
"A bar? Made of Ice? Who said I wanted to be serving up frosted pussy to my husband?" Bastion complained.
"Not frosted pussy," Ryley snickered.
The outburst made Hennessy laugh. The icebar had been on her list of places to visit as soon as Erik mentioned Amsterdam. That and the cannabis tour of course.
"Our husband," Aly'Sha corrected, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
"Hey, chill out Bast," Angel joked, causing the entire room to erupt with laughter at the horrible pun. "It'll be fun," she chimed, already making her way to the bar.
"I wonder if I could break a chunk of this and make an ice dildo," Josephine joked causing everyone to groan.
"Now that's frosted pussy," Charlie grinned.
As the night went on and the drinks began to flow, Hennessy couldn't stop the desire building within her. She watched the way Charlie's full hips swayed to the music and secretly wished that they'd taken Erik up on his offer to stay in. The night in Erik's room played on a constant loop in her mind and the more she looked at her wife, the more she wanted to show her just how much she'd learned in their short time together.

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4 hours and 6 Amsterdamned drinks later, Hennessy was a dangerous combination of intoxicated and horny. Erik had already retired to his room for the evening, Angel and Bast in tow, and although Hennessy loved a good orgy, she wasn't exactly in a sharing mood. She stumbled down the hallway of the aparthotel until she stopped outside of Charlie's room. She could hear Kimora's loud giggle from the other side of the door and almost turned to retire to her own room when she spotted Josephine in the hallway looking suspicious.
"Something wrong, Mama?" Josephine asked, sensing Hennessy's troubled state.
"You're a witch, right? Y'all should be able to pick up on this type of shit," Hennessy snapped.
Josephine tilted her head in confusion. She always knew the first lady could be a bit feisty, but she'd never seen it to this degree.
"Ooh someone's spicy," Josephine teased, her eyes glowing her signature purple glow. Her voice was low and seductive as she began working her magic.
"Kitana wants to come out to play, Hennessy. Why don't you let her?"
With that, Josephine was gone and Hennessy was in the hallway alone yet again. Only this time, something felt different.

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"Someone's at the door," Kimora whispered, her eyes on the entrance. Charlie shrugged, wasted off of her two drinks. She hardly ever drank and when she did it made her very talkative. Drunk Charlie had the tendency to say things Sober Charlie usually kept to herself. The liquor also made her hornier than she already was on the daily as a typical stellium scorpio. Her almond eyes roamed Kimora's chocolate curves and her mouth watered at the thought of a sweet pink cotton candy center. Although distracted, she'd heard the noise in the hall too.
"Probably Josephine. What scent is that? You smell good as hell like, honeysuckles," she flirted unwilling to move her eyes from Kimora's rich and perfect skin. It made no sense to look that good, she needed the skin routine. Just then the door opened and Kimora grinned, her teeth a bright white. Erik obviously had a thing for nice teeth. All his wives had them. Henny's voice sounded causing Charlie to turn.
"Oh damn, Henny from the block. You came to fuck or be fucked lil mama? Or did you wanna talk? Can we talk and fuck?" Charlie had to tell herself to calm down. She was doing way too much. "My bad, Henny, what's up?"