Strand made his way up the stairs. He was excited, he had never been with an Elf, but he wished it was under better terms. He wouldn't be able to see or even touch her. He couldn't look into her eyes or feel her hips in his hands, but still, it was a start.<br/><br/>He walked down the hall and stopped besides the closet. Lifting a hand, he gave the door a playful rap with his knuckles to let her know he'd be with her soon. Strand was a little spoiled by Knossos, the women here were so cheap it was less time-consuming for a busy politician to walk into The Fool and purchase sexual gratification rather than spend an entire evening courting. When he wanted to marry, he'd go back to that game, but now he was content supporting the local girls.<br/><br/>Opening the door of the master bedroom, he clicked the lock behind him and then began to undress. His shirt came over his head, revealing his dark, wide back. He had numerous tattoos from his youth decorating his ebony skin. Loosening up his trousers, he walked over to a chest of drawers facing the West side of the room and pulled everything he wore to his ankles.<br/><br/>Strand stepped out of his clothes. Bare as the day he was born. He then removed a house coat from the drawer and threw it on, then tied it around his waist. "Alright, let's move you over here..." He took hold of the drawer and began pushing it to one side. 'Lo and behold, the gloryhole which connected this room to the cabinet revealed itself.<br/><br/>He leaned down beside it and spoke. His voice was cheerful. He wanted to get rid of any awkwardness from the get-go. "I imagine it's awfully stuffy in there. You know, you could always join me in here. I hear the room service here is nice." He smiled, the man knew she'd never accept. This was a transaction, but it was nice he was making light of it.<br/><br/>"I'm going to put a bit of oil on. Makes it better for me, makes the whole thing... Sensitive." He continued to speak. He had a nice voice. Deep, rich and warm. A bedroom voice belonging to a powerful man, one who wasn't afraid of his sexuality. He began stroking oil onto his pale palms and massaging his black shaft from the base to the tip inside the robe. He began to stir as he leant against the wall, then finally he was ready.<br/><br/>"Alright, so. If you've never done this before gorgeous here's how it works. You can finish me off quick if you want, because let's be honest, no man is able to handle the technique of a woman who'd rather be somewhere else." He grinned into the wall. He was cheeky, but honest at least.<br/><br/>"Or you can take it slow. I pay much more for that. If you know what edging is, that's when you bring me up to the brink of an orgasm and then back down again before I finish, holding me there until you've decided I've had enough, that's what I'm really looking for here, but I understand if you want to do things differently."<br/><br/>He figured it was about time he gave her something to think about. Strand lifted himself through the hole.<br/><br/>Inside the closet, a snake slithered in with them. He was<i>massive</i>. His ebony cock richly slumped over before their eyes, the tip was plump and the shaft was thick all the way to the base. Very well-endowed, the black man on the other side had also oiled himself up, which caused his tool to give off an intoxicating, almost sensual heat. To add to it all, he smelt sweet and musky. All in all, it was a very arousing cock to be sat eye-to-eye with and now it was shared between the two women.<br/><br/>"I don't mind if you use your hands, feet, or your mouth, gorgeous. A mixture of all three is fine too, but I prefer feet over hands. I'll pay more, of course. Whenever you're ready." He exhaled. He sounded both apprehensive and excited now, his cock was stirring visibly before their eyes, growing ruggedly harder by the second.<br/><br/>The stuffy closet would grow humid quickly. It was also likely that the two women would get hot and bothered pressed beside one another. Their clothes would begin to feel sticky and clingy before long, their feet would sweat and if they got aroused, God help them, they were practically shoulder to shoulder with a hulking sex organ between them. They were clearly in for an intimate and intense session.