She pulled her black socks just over her knees. They were made of a micro fiber and felt like a caress as she pulled them up. She picked up the first boot, pointed her toe and started to slide her foot in. When she got to the bottom, she had to work a little, but then her foot slid in and the boot was seated, it felt good. She pulled the other boot on and admired how the black paten boots encased her white legs.
She was naked except for her socks and her boots. She stood up off her bed and went to the top drawer in her dresser and found a pair of black lace boy shorts. With her boots on it was a bit tricky but she pulled on the panties.
She went to her closet and pulled her black corset from the hanger. She adjusted the ties, just a little tighter and wrapped it around her body. She then worked on the fasteners starting at the bottom. It was a tight fit, making her stand strait, rigid. She looked in the mirrored door of her closet. It was what she wanted, encased and constricted.
She went into her closet again and found a coat. It was black like everything else, but had a slight shimmer. It went down to her ankles and used Velcro to close in front. She smoothed her hands down her body and looked in the mirror once again. She was ready.
She got in her car and slid a CD into the player. Nine Inch Nails started as she pulled out of her drive way. She drove focused and fast. Everything blurred by, it had been twenty minutes when she pulled up to her destination.
She flipped down the mirror and put on a deep red lip gloss. She hit the eject button on her CD player and put the CD in her pocket She turned the car off and took the keys out of the ignition, then opened the door. She set her feet on the ground and looked down at her boots. She was in that space, the boots owned her as much as she owned them, but she needed them tonight, she needed to feel emboldened by them.
She walked up the driveway to the path that led to the door. She took one deep breath and walked to the door, reached out, rang the bell, then she waited for it to be answered.
Derrick hadn’t expected to hear his door bell ring and when he answered it he had not expected to see Nina standing there, but she wasn’t the Nina he was used to seeing. Something was different, she was all in black and her hair was different. He was used to seeing her with a strawberry blond bob that was to the top of her shoulders. Now her hair was chin length, cherry red with a blond streak on each side. He motioned her in.
Before he could really say anything she took off her coat, revealing a corset and panties. His eyes roamed lower and he saw her boots. Shiny black that started a few inches above her knees, his gaze slid down to the four inch heel and pointed toe. He scanned his eyes back up her body. Just looking at her he was almost hard and he had twenty different questions he wanted to ask.
Nina didn’t give him any time to ask anything. She took two strides and went to him. She took one hand and put it behind his neck pulling him towards her. Nina kissed Derrick hard, open mouthed and deep. As she kissed she moved her left knee up his inner thigh, to his cock and rubbed up and down across him. She could feel that he was hard, that just looking at her had interested him, but her knee sliding against him was making him very hard. She continued kissing him, pushing against him, back towards his lazy boy.
She pushed him back making him sit down. Then spun on one heel and strode to his stereo system. She turned it on. Once it powered up she hit the open button on the CD player and inserted her disk. She hit play and cranked the bass all the way up. It was a good stereo system, so when cranked the bass vibrated throughout the room.
She went back to where Derrick was sitting in his chair. Nina moved her booted knee up his right thigh, across his groin and down the left, the she started back. This time she paused and slid her knee up and down his hardened length several times. She leaned over and pushed her breasts towards his mouth but before he could kiss them she bit his ear and his neck and then retreated. Then she placed one of her legs on the top of the back of the chair. It looked almost like she was doing the splits standing up. She moved in and her pussy was in his face, he could smell her and almost taste her. She had him so turned on that he had long ago forgotten about the questions he had.
Nina turned around. She was still between his legs. She bent down grabbing her ankles. All he saw was her white ass in his face. Then, still bent over, she slid her hands back up her legs, up her hips and hooked her fingers in her panties. She then slid them down to her ankles and then picked one booted foot up and slid them over, then the other.
Derrick had to taste; he grabbed her hips and pulled her back towards him. He ran his tongue across her pussy lips. He could smell her; he was ready to taste her. He wanted to run his tongue between her lips, into her so he could drink in her wetness but she took a step forward.
Nina looked back and licked her lips, she gave the look that said it all and she was ready to fuck. She took long strides to his bedroom. Derrick followed; when he got to the room she said one sentence “I want you naked.” He took everything off; she walked up to him, slid her body up to his and then pushed him back on the bed.
She straddled him and grabbed his wrists, pinning them over his head. It wasn’t that he couldn’t escape her grip, but for the moment he didn’t want to, he wanted to see what was next.
Nina rubbed his cock against her pussy, getting the tip wet with her juices which were dripping from her. She had never been so turned on; she had never been in charge like this. Once Derrick’s tip was wet she moved so that he was just at her opening.
She slid down just so his head was inside her and stopped. She squeezed the muscles of her opening on his cock, then just paused for a moment and she slid all the way down to his balls. She slid up very slowly then slid down even more slowly and when she was back down to his balls she flexed the muscles in her pussy again, but this time it was not just his tip being squeezed but the entire length of his cock.
Derrick wanted to just start moving inside Nina, to fuck her, to take control so he could get what he wanted; she was not going to let him. At first this frustrated him, but then he started to feel a fire that he wasn’t used to. He was becoming more aroused, it felt like his cock was hardening beyond the norm for him, and each stroke was becoming more pleasurable, more frustrating, more intense, and most of all making him simply want more sensation while he lost his desire for control.
Nina was concentrating, moving her body so that only Derricks head was in her pussy. They were quick small movements, made to madden, to intensify his arousal. Then after thirty seconds of the quick small movements she would slide all the way down and take all of him, slowly very slowly, slide back up; just a few strokes, followed again by the quick short strokes.
Usually Derrick would have come already, but the way Nina was fucking him, he couldn’t come, the sensation was more intense than he could ever remember. Then her movement changed and it took a cadence, full strokes, but faster with none of the teasing short strokes between.
Nina was enjoying her power, and she was well over the edge in her pleasure. She had orgasmed several times, but still was keeping the pace and changes in rhythm so that Derrick could not come, but now she was ready for more and she started to ride him. Some primal part of her had a need a need she could not ignore.
Derrick was feeling only pleasure intense and sweet and nothing he had ever know before; Nina leaned down and bit him hard. He fought her bite, but she was not going to be dissuaded. She finally let go, but then bit him again. He was feeling intense pleasure with the sting of her bite. He kept trying to push her bite away, but it only made her more determined and her bite harder.
The harder she bit him, the harder she fucked him. Even with the pain, Derrick was right there, were it would not take but one right stroke for him to come. Nina’s pace became frenzied, then she was there, this was the orgasm she needed. She threw her head back and screamed.
Derrick felt the pain stop, he heard her scream, then felt her pussy convulse around him hard. He saw stars burst in his head as his come shot into Nina, the intensity to the point that he momentarily blacked out. It was the kind of orgasm he had heard rumors about but had never experienced. They were both shaking.
Nina dismounted from him. He could see her from the bedroom as she bent over and pulled her panties back on. Then she put on her jacket and walked out the front door.
The next morning Derrick woke and felt like maybe it was just some weird dream. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, there were five distinct bite marks and some looked like they would take a couple weeks to heal completely. He was marked, he now belonged to Nina. He thought back trying to remember each moment and he was getting aroused at the thought of what happened, the thought of Nina taking control, the thought of belonging to her.
He went and got his cell phone and dialed her number. There were a couple rings, a pause and more rings, his call was being forwarded. Then Nina’s voice came on the line, but it wasn’t her, just a voicemail message.
“Hello Derrick. I am sure I left you bruised last night. The bruises on your chest are no different than the ones you left on my heart; it is just that you can see yours and I can only feel mine. I am done with you bruising me, I am done with you.”
The line went dead. He dialed back and got a disconnect message. Derrick sat down in his lazy boy. He had lost someone incredible and he would never be the same, the night before had done something to him.
Copyright 2009
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
The Game
All of the streets were a blur on his drive home. He wasn’t concentrating on the road or looking out for the other drivers, he had only one focus; getting home.
“Brad, I came home early today, I was too horny to stay at work. I have been lying here, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy. I won’t let myself come; I am waiting for you to do that. Hurry home.”
That was the message he got on his voice mail at work that afternoon. From that moment, he was hard and just wanted to get home to Jane to fuck her. He had tried to leave early but it just wasn’t in the cards that day, so now he was speeding along, praying for green lights.
He fumbled the keys several times as he tried to open the door. He wanted in so badly that it seemed like his own keys were conspiring against him. Finally he got the door open. Jane was laying on the chaise lounge splayed with two fingers sliding deep into her pussy.
She was in the mood to drive Brad over the edge, when she heard the keys in the door she made sure to be picture perfect for him; legs wide, fingers deep, lips parted. As he opened the door she saw the flushed look on his face, saw that his tan suit had a dark spot from the pre-cum leaking from his already hard dick and she knew all of her well laid plans for the night were going to work.
Five strides and he was smothering her, kissing her as he took off his jacket and loosened his tie. His hands seemed to not be working and he was fumbling with his buttons like he had the keys. She took over, getting her juices all over his silk tie as she took it off him. She licked the places on his chest that her lacquered nails had scraped as she slid each button through the hole.
Brad was in agony, getting un-dressed was taking too long, as she slid each button out he could only think of sliding in; he wanted to be inside Jane. His shirt and tie were off, his belt undone and his zipper down, that was as undressed as he was going to get at the moment.
Jane stopped him just as he was about to slide in, “So you know what day it is?”
He didn’t have to think about, “Thursday,” he replied. Then it hit him, Thursday was game day.
Game day had begun months ago. Jane would try to temp him and throw him over the edge. If he could resist and control himself he got rewarded, if he couldn’t he got punished. So far he had never lost control and never been punished. More than just getting rewarded his holding out often tortured to Jane.
He quickly weighed his options. He was already too far, he needed her too much. He decided this time Jane was going to win the game.
He pushed forward and found himself sliding into Jane. He could not remember her ever being wetter than she was now, hot and wet. After sliding in and out only a few times he was already on the verge trying to hold back, Jane was on there too.
She had thought all day about what was going to happen and what she was going to do to Brad. She had teased herself to the point that she couldn’t stand it. Usually it would take lots of foreplay and Brad prolonging how long he was inside for her to orgasm, but after a few strokes she was there. Her legs started to shake, her body started to shake, she screamed.
Brad could feel her muscles squeezing him and that was it, he let go. It was intense, her muscles kept squeezing him as he came and it pulled on him, pulled every drop from him; drained, satisfied.
“You know we need to shower and get ready.” Brad had collapsed onto Jane and it felt like a Herculean effort to look up at her as she spoke.
“What do you mean?” Brad only wanted to recover and had no idea what Jane meant by getting ready.
Jane smiled, she knew he would have forgotten and now she was going to get to punish Brad in a way he had never imagined. “The cocktail thing your firm is having tonight.”
Brad just groaned, he had completely forgotten. He pushed himself off Jane and headed toward the shower. He turned the water on hot and stepped in. As the steam started to build the shower door opened.
Jane got under the water with him, sliding her body against his. They had showered together many times, but Jane had plans for this shower. She grabbed the soap and started to lather Brad up; his chest, his back, his arms, his legs, she was left with only one part of his body that was not soapy.
She started running the soap over his balls, then his cock. She made sure that she had enough lather then reached over to grab the razor from the shelf, where she had placed it earlier. She started to shave him.
His gasp was audible. This was not what he expected. She leaned up to his ear with the water from the shower spraying over them “Only part of your punishment.” She continued to shave him until his penis and balls were naked and exposed.
They got out of the shower and dried off. She finished more quickly than he did and then started to help him with drying off. When he was dry she sat down and started to lick.
He did not dare say a word. Jane had never shown this kind of initiative. She never wanted to give him a blow job and here she was taking all of him, then alternately taking each of his balls into her mouth and gently sucking on them as well. She just kept sucking on him moving her lips to the base then sliding them to the tip, moving her tongue against his frenulum (go ahead and google that) all along the way. He had come just twenty minutes ago, but he was ready again.
She stopped, looked up at him, “I already laid your clothes out for tonight; we had better finish getting ready.” His frustration was palpable “Just a little of your punishment.” she looked at him and smiled.
It was a smile he had never seen before and it almost chilled him. There was something different about her tonight. It turned him on, but it made him nervous.
He went to the bed where she had indicated that she had laid out his cloths and reached for the boxer briefs she had out for him. He started to put them on.
“Before you put those on I have another punishment for you.” Jane had laid his clothing out strategically so that he would put them on while standing at the end of the bed. Now she gave him a shove so that he was face down on the bed, his feet still on the floor and underwear at his ankles, a very vulnerable position.
Brad was stunned when her hand came down on his ass. Then she started to rub the spot she had just smacked. She moved behind him so that her legs were touching his, while continuing to massage him, pinning him to the bed. Jane had never been aggressive before, this was a new experience.
Jane reached over to get something in the covers of the bed. Then her hand was back massaging him, she started to move in, using her body weight and the angle he was in to pin him down more. She made one swift movement and it was done. Brads gasp was audible, he was trying to get up, but she had him at a disadvantage and even with her smaller size was able to keep him pinned.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Brad was demanding, he was indignant, he was pissed.
“Like I said a little punishment, time to take it, and for you there is only one place you can. Don’t worry it is only a small vibration egg, with a remote.” Jane pushed the button. “You keep telling me how you want to fuck me up the ass, well your turn first, you make it through this tonight and I will let you.”
The vibrating sensation was not bad, it didn’t hurt, but still Brad’s sensibilities were warring. He had been asking for, begging for and pushing for Jane to try the anal thing for quite some time. He was having a hard time accepting that this was okay, but the lure of being able to later turn the tables on Jane and finally get his way won out. He stopped struggling. “Okay you can have your punishment, but if I do this tonight you will have to live up to your end of the deal.”
Jane pushed the button again and stopped the vibration. “It’s a deal.” Jane moved back a little, bent down and pulled his boxer briefs up.
They both started dressing, getting ready for the party. Brad was trying to adjust to the sensations he was experiencing. They weren’t bad, just different, something to get used to. They finished getting ready in silence and went down to the car.
Getting into the car, sliding into the seat Brad felt things move a bit. When the little egg shifted, he felt more comfortable, not so conscious of it. He started the car and pulled out of the garage with Jane sitting next to him. She turned on the CD player and selected one of her favorites, The Chauffer.
She put her hand on his thigh and then slowly moved it upward until it settled on his cock. She looked at him, liked her lips then pushed the button on the little remote. Brad startled at the vibration. Now that the little toy had shifted he felt a completely different sensation, instead of just not hurting, this time it felt kind of good.
Jane pushed the button again and stopped the vibration. “When I do that to you at the party you can’t jump like that.” Brad didn’t know what to say, and they were arriving so he just swallowed and said okay. He pulled up to the valet and handed over his keys. Jane took his arm and they went in.
The party was the usually booze and schmooze. Jane stayed on his arm and made polite noises while he listened to various clients talk about how wonderful they were. Things were the usual until one of the partners at the firm came up to them. The partner wanted to discuss Brad’s career track, Jane pushed the button on the remote again. Brad almost lost it, but somehow kept his composure.
The situation was stressful and erotic at the same time. He needed to make a good impression and project the image the firm expected, but the vibration also felt good. A minute later Jane pushed the button and stopped it. Brad finished with his conversation, he turned to Jane to ask her what she was doing, but before he could say a word she excused herself to get a drink.
As she walked away form him one of the firms biggest clients came up to him. A word from this client and Brad’s career could take off or disintegrate.
Jane watched him from across the room. The conversation looked to be going well, Mr. Timber, the firm’s biggest client, was laughing and smiling and slapping Brad on the back. She couldn’t resist, she pushed the button again. For the briefest moment Brad stiffened, then relaxed again. If she had not known what she was looking for she would have missed it.
She was feeling a sense of power and it was an intoxicating turn on. She was so wet she could feel a bead of moisture start to slide down her thigh. She grabbed another flute of champagne and started walking back towards Brad.
She handed him the glass and introduced herself in one flawless motion. After the introduction and she had a hand free she again pushed the motion on the remote. Brad looked over at her. Though startling for the first couple of moments he had come to enjoy the sensation and now felt a bit of a loss once it was gone.
This went on for a couple more hours, Jane pushing the button, Brad finding the sensation more and more enjoyable. He had to work harder and harder to keep from getting a visible hard on. Thankfully his boxer briefs and the cut on his pants kept it from being obvious as long as he didn’t get a full on erection.
Finally the party was breaking up and they could leave. They walked out and Brad gave the valet his ticket. When the valet walked away to get their car Brad turned to her, pulled her hard against him and kissed her. She pushed the button again and he deepened the kiss. They were standing there in front of the restaurant she dripping wet, he fully hard pressing against each other, both trying to pull something from the other, but unable.
The valet cleared his throat and Brad broke free. They got in the car. When the doors were closed Jane pushed the button again and leaned over to kiss Brad, letting her hand fall to his crotch. Brad felt eyes on him and broke free. He looked out the window and saw several valets watching. He put his seat belt on, shifted his car into gear and hit the gas.
As they drove home Jane left the vibrating egg going. She unzipped his pants and moved her hand inside. She pushed his boxer briefs down so that his cock was exposed. Then she leaned down and started sucking on him.
Brad was glad their condo was so close; there was only so much he could take. He was harder than he ever remembered being. He had accepted that the vibrating egg felt very good and he as ready to come again, but one thing was stopping him.
“Jane you have to stop, you promised me something and you have to stop because I need to collect on that promise.” Jane slowed the motions of her tongue and slowly withdrew as they pulled into their parking garage. Jane stopped the egg from vibrating.
They got into the elevator, Brad hit the button to the 12th floor, then pulled Jane to him. He kissed her and started to undo the buttons at the back of her dress. Jane undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. The elevator dinged indicating they had reached their floor and the doors slid open.
Their clothes in disarray they stepped out. Brad had the keys in his hand, but Jane took them from him and slid them into the lock. They tumbled into their condo and kept undressing each other as they went to the bed.
They finished stripping and he laid her back, his cock ready to enter her anal opening. “Brad, you can’t do it that way.” Jane said and offered him a small bottle of lubricant, the same she had used on the egg that was still inside him.
Brad took it and opened the bottle. He drizzled it over her clit, so much that it slid down; between her lips, the between her cheeks until it was covering her anal opening. Then he again moved against her, until he was poised, ready to breach her. A little resistance and then finally, she relaxed and he slid in. As he slid in once again Jane hit the remote.
Brad could not believe how good it felt, he was getting his fantasy of fucking Jane up the ass and somehow having the pleasure intensified by the toy. He was ready to come. Jane was tightening.
Jane was afraid that it would hurt to finally let Brad have his way, but this did not hurt. She was so turned on from the night, from what she was doing to Brad, from what he was doing to her, she just wanted more. “Yes, give me more, fuck me hard.”
That was all Brad needed, he quickened the pace and Jane tightened and screamed; he came; she came.
Both were done. Jane moved her hand to Brad’s ass and pulled the little egg out. They were done. Brad knew that he would let Jane win more. Sweet satisfied sleep.
Copyright 2009
“Brad, I came home early today, I was too horny to stay at work. I have been lying here, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy. I won’t let myself come; I am waiting for you to do that. Hurry home.”
That was the message he got on his voice mail at work that afternoon. From that moment, he was hard and just wanted to get home to Jane to fuck her. He had tried to leave early but it just wasn’t in the cards that day, so now he was speeding along, praying for green lights.
He fumbled the keys several times as he tried to open the door. He wanted in so badly that it seemed like his own keys were conspiring against him. Finally he got the door open. Jane was laying on the chaise lounge splayed with two fingers sliding deep into her pussy.
She was in the mood to drive Brad over the edge, when she heard the keys in the door she made sure to be picture perfect for him; legs wide, fingers deep, lips parted. As he opened the door she saw the flushed look on his face, saw that his tan suit had a dark spot from the pre-cum leaking from his already hard dick and she knew all of her well laid plans for the night were going to work.
Five strides and he was smothering her, kissing her as he took off his jacket and loosened his tie. His hands seemed to not be working and he was fumbling with his buttons like he had the keys. She took over, getting her juices all over his silk tie as she took it off him. She licked the places on his chest that her lacquered nails had scraped as she slid each button through the hole.
Brad was in agony, getting un-dressed was taking too long, as she slid each button out he could only think of sliding in; he wanted to be inside Jane. His shirt and tie were off, his belt undone and his zipper down, that was as undressed as he was going to get at the moment.
Jane stopped him just as he was about to slide in, “So you know what day it is?”
He didn’t have to think about, “Thursday,” he replied. Then it hit him, Thursday was game day.
Game day had begun months ago. Jane would try to temp him and throw him over the edge. If he could resist and control himself he got rewarded, if he couldn’t he got punished. So far he had never lost control and never been punished. More than just getting rewarded his holding out often tortured to Jane.
He quickly weighed his options. He was already too far, he needed her too much. He decided this time Jane was going to win the game.
He pushed forward and found himself sliding into Jane. He could not remember her ever being wetter than she was now, hot and wet. After sliding in and out only a few times he was already on the verge trying to hold back, Jane was on there too.
She had thought all day about what was going to happen and what she was going to do to Brad. She had teased herself to the point that she couldn’t stand it. Usually it would take lots of foreplay and Brad prolonging how long he was inside for her to orgasm, but after a few strokes she was there. Her legs started to shake, her body started to shake, she screamed.
Brad could feel her muscles squeezing him and that was it, he let go. It was intense, her muscles kept squeezing him as he came and it pulled on him, pulled every drop from him; drained, satisfied.
“You know we need to shower and get ready.” Brad had collapsed onto Jane and it felt like a Herculean effort to look up at her as she spoke.
“What do you mean?” Brad only wanted to recover and had no idea what Jane meant by getting ready.
Jane smiled, she knew he would have forgotten and now she was going to get to punish Brad in a way he had never imagined. “The cocktail thing your firm is having tonight.”
Brad just groaned, he had completely forgotten. He pushed himself off Jane and headed toward the shower. He turned the water on hot and stepped in. As the steam started to build the shower door opened.
Jane got under the water with him, sliding her body against his. They had showered together many times, but Jane had plans for this shower. She grabbed the soap and started to lather Brad up; his chest, his back, his arms, his legs, she was left with only one part of his body that was not soapy.
She started running the soap over his balls, then his cock. She made sure that she had enough lather then reached over to grab the razor from the shelf, where she had placed it earlier. She started to shave him.
His gasp was audible. This was not what he expected. She leaned up to his ear with the water from the shower spraying over them “Only part of your punishment.” She continued to shave him until his penis and balls were naked and exposed.
They got out of the shower and dried off. She finished more quickly than he did and then started to help him with drying off. When he was dry she sat down and started to lick.
He did not dare say a word. Jane had never shown this kind of initiative. She never wanted to give him a blow job and here she was taking all of him, then alternately taking each of his balls into her mouth and gently sucking on them as well. She just kept sucking on him moving her lips to the base then sliding them to the tip, moving her tongue against his frenulum (go ahead and google that) all along the way. He had come just twenty minutes ago, but he was ready again.
She stopped, looked up at him, “I already laid your clothes out for tonight; we had better finish getting ready.” His frustration was palpable “Just a little of your punishment.” she looked at him and smiled.
It was a smile he had never seen before and it almost chilled him. There was something different about her tonight. It turned him on, but it made him nervous.
He went to the bed where she had indicated that she had laid out his cloths and reached for the boxer briefs she had out for him. He started to put them on.
“Before you put those on I have another punishment for you.” Jane had laid his clothing out strategically so that he would put them on while standing at the end of the bed. Now she gave him a shove so that he was face down on the bed, his feet still on the floor and underwear at his ankles, a very vulnerable position.
Brad was stunned when her hand came down on his ass. Then she started to rub the spot she had just smacked. She moved behind him so that her legs were touching his, while continuing to massage him, pinning him to the bed. Jane had never been aggressive before, this was a new experience.
Jane reached over to get something in the covers of the bed. Then her hand was back massaging him, she started to move in, using her body weight and the angle he was in to pin him down more. She made one swift movement and it was done. Brads gasp was audible, he was trying to get up, but she had him at a disadvantage and even with her smaller size was able to keep him pinned.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Brad was demanding, he was indignant, he was pissed.
“Like I said a little punishment, time to take it, and for you there is only one place you can. Don’t worry it is only a small vibration egg, with a remote.” Jane pushed the button. “You keep telling me how you want to fuck me up the ass, well your turn first, you make it through this tonight and I will let you.”
The vibrating sensation was not bad, it didn’t hurt, but still Brad’s sensibilities were warring. He had been asking for, begging for and pushing for Jane to try the anal thing for quite some time. He was having a hard time accepting that this was okay, but the lure of being able to later turn the tables on Jane and finally get his way won out. He stopped struggling. “Okay you can have your punishment, but if I do this tonight you will have to live up to your end of the deal.”
Jane pushed the button again and stopped the vibration. “It’s a deal.” Jane moved back a little, bent down and pulled his boxer briefs up.
They both started dressing, getting ready for the party. Brad was trying to adjust to the sensations he was experiencing. They weren’t bad, just different, something to get used to. They finished getting ready in silence and went down to the car.
Getting into the car, sliding into the seat Brad felt things move a bit. When the little egg shifted, he felt more comfortable, not so conscious of it. He started the car and pulled out of the garage with Jane sitting next to him. She turned on the CD player and selected one of her favorites, The Chauffer.
She put her hand on his thigh and then slowly moved it upward until it settled on his cock. She looked at him, liked her lips then pushed the button on the little remote. Brad startled at the vibration. Now that the little toy had shifted he felt a completely different sensation, instead of just not hurting, this time it felt kind of good.
Jane pushed the button again and stopped the vibration. “When I do that to you at the party you can’t jump like that.” Brad didn’t know what to say, and they were arriving so he just swallowed and said okay. He pulled up to the valet and handed over his keys. Jane took his arm and they went in.
The party was the usually booze and schmooze. Jane stayed on his arm and made polite noises while he listened to various clients talk about how wonderful they were. Things were the usual until one of the partners at the firm came up to them. The partner wanted to discuss Brad’s career track, Jane pushed the button on the remote again. Brad almost lost it, but somehow kept his composure.
The situation was stressful and erotic at the same time. He needed to make a good impression and project the image the firm expected, but the vibration also felt good. A minute later Jane pushed the button and stopped it. Brad finished with his conversation, he turned to Jane to ask her what she was doing, but before he could say a word she excused herself to get a drink.
As she walked away form him one of the firms biggest clients came up to him. A word from this client and Brad’s career could take off or disintegrate.
Jane watched him from across the room. The conversation looked to be going well, Mr. Timber, the firm’s biggest client, was laughing and smiling and slapping Brad on the back. She couldn’t resist, she pushed the button again. For the briefest moment Brad stiffened, then relaxed again. If she had not known what she was looking for she would have missed it.
She was feeling a sense of power and it was an intoxicating turn on. She was so wet she could feel a bead of moisture start to slide down her thigh. She grabbed another flute of champagne and started walking back towards Brad.
She handed him the glass and introduced herself in one flawless motion. After the introduction and she had a hand free she again pushed the motion on the remote. Brad looked over at her. Though startling for the first couple of moments he had come to enjoy the sensation and now felt a bit of a loss once it was gone.
This went on for a couple more hours, Jane pushing the button, Brad finding the sensation more and more enjoyable. He had to work harder and harder to keep from getting a visible hard on. Thankfully his boxer briefs and the cut on his pants kept it from being obvious as long as he didn’t get a full on erection.
Finally the party was breaking up and they could leave. They walked out and Brad gave the valet his ticket. When the valet walked away to get their car Brad turned to her, pulled her hard against him and kissed her. She pushed the button again and he deepened the kiss. They were standing there in front of the restaurant she dripping wet, he fully hard pressing against each other, both trying to pull something from the other, but unable.
The valet cleared his throat and Brad broke free. They got in the car. When the doors were closed Jane pushed the button again and leaned over to kiss Brad, letting her hand fall to his crotch. Brad felt eyes on him and broke free. He looked out the window and saw several valets watching. He put his seat belt on, shifted his car into gear and hit the gas.
As they drove home Jane left the vibrating egg going. She unzipped his pants and moved her hand inside. She pushed his boxer briefs down so that his cock was exposed. Then she leaned down and started sucking on him.
Brad was glad their condo was so close; there was only so much he could take. He was harder than he ever remembered being. He had accepted that the vibrating egg felt very good and he as ready to come again, but one thing was stopping him.
“Jane you have to stop, you promised me something and you have to stop because I need to collect on that promise.” Jane slowed the motions of her tongue and slowly withdrew as they pulled into their parking garage. Jane stopped the egg from vibrating.
They got into the elevator, Brad hit the button to the 12th floor, then pulled Jane to him. He kissed her and started to undo the buttons at the back of her dress. Jane undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. The elevator dinged indicating they had reached their floor and the doors slid open.
Their clothes in disarray they stepped out. Brad had the keys in his hand, but Jane took them from him and slid them into the lock. They tumbled into their condo and kept undressing each other as they went to the bed.
They finished stripping and he laid her back, his cock ready to enter her anal opening. “Brad, you can’t do it that way.” Jane said and offered him a small bottle of lubricant, the same she had used on the egg that was still inside him.
Brad took it and opened the bottle. He drizzled it over her clit, so much that it slid down; between her lips, the between her cheeks until it was covering her anal opening. Then he again moved against her, until he was poised, ready to breach her. A little resistance and then finally, she relaxed and he slid in. As he slid in once again Jane hit the remote.
Brad could not believe how good it felt, he was getting his fantasy of fucking Jane up the ass and somehow having the pleasure intensified by the toy. He was ready to come. Jane was tightening.
Jane was afraid that it would hurt to finally let Brad have his way, but this did not hurt. She was so turned on from the night, from what she was doing to Brad, from what he was doing to her, she just wanted more. “Yes, give me more, fuck me hard.”
That was all Brad needed, he quickened the pace and Jane tightened and screamed; he came; she came.
Both were done. Jane moved her hand to Brad’s ass and pulled the little egg out. They were done. Brad knew that he would let Jane win more. Sweet satisfied sleep.
Copyright 2009
Catalicious Club
Long confidant strides, power and sexuality, this was how she moved through the club. It was the club she managed, not your usual club where the alcohol flowed and people danced the night away. This was a place where you had to go down the street to get a drink, but once back behind the doors of the club you could live out fantasy.
She had spent years feeling unwanted. No one would have known that she questioned her own desirability. She started out at the club as a cashier, unsure of herself after years of having her confidence leached away by the life she lived. It wasn’t long before she had moved up and taken control of her own life and now the club.
She was already tall, but accentuated her height with very high heels. Her body, not lacking in curves, also not lacking in strength and endurance, moved in a sexual grace that few women ever mastered.
The club had the hum. People walked in the door and after being there a few moments felt the need to go from voyeur to participant. She had a theory about that; pheromones. Even she was not immune, she just controlled and contained what she felt, remained aloof, unattainable. Still even with her clinical detachment, every now and then someone would intrigue her and tonight she was intrigued.
She knew his name was Dave, at least that is what his ID and credit card said a few days ago when he purchased a membership. She had noticed him watching her the first night he came in and made a point to find out what she could about him. Not that it was unusual for her to find a patron watching her, but usually they accompanied their watching by telling her what they wanted.
The want was always the same, for her to participate, to fulfill their fantasies.
So far Dave had watched, but said nothing. The tension of the unspoken was building for her. She would not tolerate it longer, she was in the business of knowing what people really wanted, knowing their base desires and it was past time she found out what his were.
Tonight the action was hot in her dungeon, a crowd had gathered, more and more people were setting aside inhibitions and joining in the play. She was there making sure that everyone was comfortable. Just like the nights before Dave was where she was, on the peripheral watching. Assured that no on else needed her attention she moved to the wall where he was.
“Are you enjoying the show?” There was a hint of sarcasm to her voice when she asked. In her mind he would not be watching if he wasn’t enjoying.
“That show there on St. Andrews Cross is interesting, but is nothing new, it does not intrigue me. You intrigue me.” David said it in a cultured monotone, like he was dissecting the latest savoir-faire play. She looked at what was happening on the cross; it did look scripted, played out. The woman was shackled, hands and feet. Her white blouse unbuttoned showing off her white bra, breasts over filling the cups. She had that very pale creamy skin with short brown hair. Her black school girl skirt hiked up while the man with her moved his fingers into her pussy. As he slid them in and out, the light would catch and you could see the wetness of her juices on his fingers.
As erotic as it looked, these were people who did this regularly at home and were bored with it, so they were looking to enliven it with an audience. She knew they needed a different experience, that they were looking to push the envelope. She walked away from Dave, both respecting and loathing that he noticed what she did not.
She went to the man of the pair. “It is time to take her down, try something new.” He looked at her and nodded, went to the woman’s restraints and unlocked them. She went to the woman and moved her to a new piece of equipment, ‘The Horse’. She laid the woman on it as he locked the restraints back into place, wrists and ankles. “What is your name?”
The woman answered, “Jennifer.”
She purred into Jennifer’s ear, “Mmm. Jennifer, what do you really want tonight; what is it you have never had happen to you that you want experience now?” She felt the shift in the play; nothing was scripted now; it was all impromptu and fantasy.
Jennifer was blind folded, restrained, vulnerable. “I have always wanted to be kissed, by a woman.” She smiled, those watching would enjoy seeing a woman kiss Jennifer, but Jennifer was only one half of the equation , there was a man involved, he believed he was in control, what did he want?
She stepped back and viewed Jennifer on the horse. Jennifer was submissive, at mercy and had such need. The horse positioned her in a way that left her exposed. You could see her pussy, see the wetness dripping. The way she laid pushed her breasts up and they were flushed with desire. She wanted to help fulfill that desire. She moved back. She was shoulder to shoulder with the man in control of Jennifer. “What do you want to happen to her?”
He was blunt, excited, interested, “I want to see her with a cock shoved up her while she sucks on me.” He made it easy, he knew what he wanted, she could arrange that, but first she wanted to meet the needs of the cuffed Jennifer.
“Jennifer needs to be kissed, by a woman.” She said this with no emotion; she was simply stating what Jennifer needed. “I can make that happen then I can make your fantasy happen.” She only waited for a nod and then moved to orchestrate.
First she went to a man who was a regular, his cock already in his hand; he was always ready to fuck. “Hey there Nick, enjoying the show?” he nodded, he always enjoyed. “This couple needs a little extra; someone like you. If you don’t mind I am going to have a woman kiss that girl, once she has had that kiss can you go and fuck the hell out of her?”
Nick didn’t need a moment to reply. “You got it babe, but someday it will be you I will be fucking.” She laughed. She knew as much as Nick thought it would happen; she had no interest. She saw too much of what he did here. It wasn’t what she wanted.
She now had Nick ready to take care of one part of the fantasy, now she needed the other part. She talked to several women in the room, but none would do it. She knew it needed to be done. She popped a piece of Trident Vanilla Mint gum in her mouth. A kiss was not crossing the line she had set.
She let a few minutes of anticipation build; she stepped forward, got down on her knees. Then she moved in and gave Jennifer the kiss she craved. It was slow, at fist tentative. She touched her lips to Jennifer’s slowly got used to the feel of another woman’s lips. She took in a deep breath and relaxed a degree. She slid her tongue across Jennifer’s bottom lip, nibbled at that lip and teased it. Suddenly the kiss had gone from one of boundaries and innocence to a greedy kiss where she felt like consuming Jennifer. She felt a need building, she pulled back. Ended the kiss that was drawing her too deep; once done with the kiss, it was just a motion of her head before Nick moved in.
Nick positioned himself behind Jennifer, undid the button on his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, unzipped them and let them fall. Nick was a no underwear kind of guy and with his pants at his ankles; he unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his cock. His dick was right at Jennifer’s opening and you could feel the tension in the room, everyone was waiting for him to slide into her. He knew how to play the room and he paused just a moment, looked around and then thrust, hard and deep. A few quick, deep strokes, followed by a slow rhythm, the kind that was meant to draw things out a bit, Nick wanted to take some time to enjoy.
Jennifer’s keeper moved in front of her. They had been long term partners and he felt no need for a condom with her. He unzipped and brought his cock out without taking his pants off. He wasn’t about to give Jennifer his dick to gently suck on; he shoved it down her throat. He wanted to fuck her mouth, not just have her gently suck on him and tease him. Jennifer would gag every now and then, but seemed to not mind the way she was being used. For Jennifer it was fulfillment.
The whole club was humming, thrumming with that sexual activity at a fever pitch. She looked around; this would be a night to remember at the club. Jennifer was on the horse, her partner fucking her mouth and Nick fucking her pussy. A few feet away there was a blond woman in the love swing, she had a full body and her head was tossed back as she moaned.
The man she was with had his fist up her pussy, not just a few fingers, but he had slid his whole hand in and was sliding it in and out. You could hear the wet noise of the motions. Next to him was a small group of younger guys. They were watching intently, one had moved very close, interested. The man looked at the young guy and demonstrated his technique, how he tucked his thumb behind his palm so that he could get all of his hand inside his partner.
She watched as the woman’s partner slid his hand out of her. She mewed, not happy at the loss, but soon her partners hand was replaced by that of the young guy. He worked it a moment then it was his hand filling the blond woman’s pussy. The young guy smiled, he was enthralled with the new experience already thinking of the stories he would tell when he got home. The blond woman smiled because it felt so good.
Through the beaded curtain, she looked into the next room over. The room was dominated by a large platform which supported a 12 inch thick foam mattress, covered in black vinyl. The room was designed for orgies and that is what was happening. Several couples had moved from the couples only area to this room as word of what was happening spread through the eighteen thousand square foot club.
As the action had progressed, the couples lost more and more of their inhibitions and their clothing. The orgy had started as many do, each couple staying as a couple, penises meeting vagina, just having sex next to other couples doing the same. Soon that was not enough; the thrill of fucking next to other people was not satisfying, partners switched. There were always more men in the club than women and some of those men were allowed to join in the orgy. A few more couples and singles joined, the bed was a mélange of, condom wrappers, towels, packets of lubricant and undulating bodies.
She let her eyes roam the whole scene again. There was so much happening she had to focus, look at it as separate scenes in one play. She took a deep breath; the scent of sex was almost overwhelming. She knew she was no longer needed, here. It was time for her to check on the other parts of the club. As she turned to leave she saw Dave, watching intently, with all the live sex you would normally only see on video, he wasn’t watching any of it, his eyes were on her.
She went downstairs. Downstairs was a little quiet. One girl on the dance pole with a small audience, people playing strip pool, other relaxing in the Jacuzzi, but still the air of sexual tension waiting to be unleashed, not the torrent of pheromones and fantasy already unleashed that was upstairs.
She stopped at the juice and soda bar and asked for a cup of ice and cranberry juice. Her next destination was the cage, it was called the cage, but really it was just where the price for admission was paid and collected. She used the key to open the door. Melissa was on duty tonight. It was already after two in the morning, but she still had a line. It made sense, she had seen several people sending text messages and making calls on their cell phones upstairs, she knew that her security was telling every cab driver dropping off about what was going on and she had even seen a few of the cabbies taking a quick look. People were coming and would be for several more hours.
It would be a long night and she knew that this would be a night where they would not even lock the doors until after seven in the morning. Melissa finished up with the customer she had been helping and let the next know it would be just a minute. “Where are we at for the night?” she asked. Melissa clicked on the mouse a few times, “We are already at twenty thousand tonight.” She nodded, it was a good night and the owner would be pleased. She had Melissa give her all but $300 in change and dropped it into the safe. She then took her juice and left the cage.
For all of the very public places there were two private spaces in the club, the owners’ office and hers. She went to the back of the club, to a place that was darker than the rest, felt for the door knob, fumbled the key into the lock, turned and then opened the door to her refuge. She first went to her small stereo and hit play. Then she went to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of vodka, it was her favorite, real potato vodka, VOX.
She poured a generous amount into her cranberry juice. She went to the small couch in her office, sat back and drank. For a moment she was able to loose herself in the vodka and music. She thought about the night, the weekend. She knew this was going to be a record month where the club made more than it had ever before. She knew she was part of why, but that only made her take a deeper gulp of her vodka and cranberry.
She was good at getting others to live fantasy, encouraging them to have a moment of what they wanted, but never allowed that for herself. She gave, but didn’t take. She didn’t want to over analyze it so she stopped thinking about it, got up and went to her computer. She opened her profit spreadsheet and punched in a few numbers. With expenses factored in the club owner was going to clear a profit over one hundred fifty thousand this month.
She left her office, checking the club the final time for the night before she closed the cage and started counting the money and auditing the drawers at the two juice bars and café. As she wandered through the rooms she found Dave sitting alone in the dark in the shadow box room. The room was lighted and had curtains so that all one could see if they were sitting in the viewing area was shadows.
She sat down next to him. “Did you enjoy?” Even with the darkness of the room she could see his eyes flash at her. “I saw things that I enjoyed watching.” It was an answer that was designed to hide what he really thought and she knew it, but she was not going to ask him more or dig deeper, she simply nodded and got up.
She made her way through the club; letting staff at the bars know it was time to start shutting down. Saying goodnight to the regulars, making small talk about the incredible night, letting them know about the next event. Her employees knew the routine, they knew her destination. She was going back to her office and doing the final count for the night so she could close down and leave.
Once again in the void of light she fumbled the key into the lock and went into her office. She closed the door and went to her desk. The final count only took a few minutes and as she finished there was a soft knock on the door. She dropped everything into the safe in her office and then crossed the room to open the door. Dave was standing there. She motioned him in and closed the door.
Dave sat on the couch; she went to the chair behind her desk. Her guard was down; the night though successful had taken a lot out of her. She was blunt. “What are you looking for tonight?”
“I have watched you for several nights now,” his voice held a bit of caution as though he didn’t want to spook her “you have needs, deep needs. Needs you ignore; I want to give you fulfillment.”
Her mind was working in overdrive. Thinking thirty thins simultaneously; it was difficult to focus on just one thought. While she sorted out everything racing through her head the silence stretched and Dave gave her time to work it all out. Finally she picked through her thoughts and one became came clear, why not. Everyone else got what they needed here, so why not her. The place often took from her; maybe tonight it was time to let it give to her some.
She stood up. “Stay here, I will be back.” She went to the door and walked out, leaving Dave in her office alone.
She locked the club up quickly. Usually she left with all the other employees, but tonight she sent them out mentioning that she didn’t want to keep them waiting while she finished paper work. With the doors locked, she went through the club once more. She stopped at the door of the owner, knocked, it was empty.
She moved on, the dungeon was the last room to check. She could still smell the sex in the air there. The excitement, the pheromones; standing there an image flashed through her head, a need.
She returned to her office assured the club was empty.
Taking a deep breath she once again entered her office. She knew her need, what she wanted, but was not sure she could.
“You want to give me fulfillment.” She sat down next to Dave.
He turned toward her, looked at her, waiting for something. The silence stretched several beats too long. “You don’t even know how to tell someone what you want anymore, do you?” Dave’s voice was soft and low as he asked the question, she almost seemed to flinch at the question and he knew he had hit the mark.
She just looked at him and gave an almost unperceivable nod and then she stood up and went to the door. She knew he would follow.
She walked through the darkened club, Dave following behind. She went upstairs where the dungeon was. She stopped at the juice bar there and went behind the counter. That is where the hand cuffs and whips were. She picked out a few items. As she came out from behind the bar with her chosen items in hand; Dave raised an eyebrow at her.
“I need to be in control.” She walked on ahead.
Her mind swirled with so many thoughts and feelings. She knew the owner of the club didn’t trust her because she was a woman. There had been too many occasions where hopped up on too much blow he had come close to hitting her, all the while he wanted to fuck her. She fantasized about being in control of a sexual encounter of experimenting with her feelings of anger and attraction towards the opposite sex.
They entered a little known and little used room in the club. It was just off the dudgeon, but often overlooked. Amongst those who worked at the club the room was called the hot wax room, meant to satisfy those who had a fetish about dripping burning candles over their partner’s body. She wasn’t there for that. The room had a table that restraints could be attached to. That is why she was there. She wanted to restrain Dave so that she could feel in control.
She indicated she wanted him to lie on the table, he started to oblige. “I need you naked.” He looked at her, took his clothes off, following her command.
She had him face up; she wanted to be able to see his expressions. She fastened cuffs to each of the four corners of the table. Then the restrained each his wrists and ankles. She walked around the table, seeming to inspect him. He wasn’t much taller than her with an average, but well kept build. He wasn’t gorgeous, but was above average. She usually didn’t pay attention to the details of a man, but like this, in control she could. He had hazel eyes and light brown hair.
On the streets Dave would not be a remarkable man, but his eyes flashed with intelligence and drive. She sensed that in some ways he matched her. She let her hands start to explore him. First she touched his hands and feet. She noted how he was just a little ticklish. She then moved to his arms and his chest, just touching, his legs, thighs. He was hard and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, used her thumb to caress the tip. Soon her thumb was slick with his pre-cum, sliding easily.
She released his cock and turned to a small table in the room where she had left the things she had collected from the bar. She picked up a whip. It wasn’t your usual Zorro styled whip with one long tendril that could lash out doing so much damage. It had many strands, soft strands of kid leather. She turned towards Dave and dragged this whip against his body. The soft leather felt like a caress, not like punishment and for a while she just moved the whip against his body with a soft and caring touch.
She withdrew and stepped back looking at him. She thought about what she had heard one of the clubs dominatrix saying when giving a lesson on whip technique. Never too close to the genitals, the whip could wrap around testes or penis and cause damage; always thighs or chest.
She experimented a bit, hitting softly hitting a little harder; a few strikes leaving slight pink lines on Dave’s skin. Every few strokes with the whip she would put her hand on his erection and stroke him. It had only been a few minutes, she was only beginning to experiment, to feel a little power and she looked at Dave’s eyes.
His eyes were clouded with lust. “I want to fulfill you, to make you cum. I know you want to climb on and ride me and give yourself that orgasm.” She let his words sink in a moment. Then she understood his motivation, his fantasy was not really about letting her have fulfillment. He wanted her to orgasm, he wanted to be a part of her orgasm, but he didn’t want her to really be fulfilled. He saw fulfillment as only the physical component, the rushing blood, the spasms of a vagina, but not the release or meeting of emotional needs.
She shook her head at her own folly, she should have never known better. It was never about her. She turned away and walked back to the juice bar where she had gotten the cuffs and whip. She found a gag and a few packets of lubricant.
She returned to him. She put the gag on him; she didn’t want to hear any more of his words. She opened the first packet of lubricant, drizzled it on his cock and the second. He was wet and slippery. She started using her hand on him, massaging his penis, making it engorge and enlarge as more blood filled it. She stroked slowly going from tip to balls. She could see in his eyes he wanted her on top of him, he wanted to have her pussy gliding over him like her hand was. She wasn’t going to give him that.
She kept moving her hand in a pace that slowly sped up. She was moving him towards his orgasm. She could see how much he wanted to be in her, how much he wanted to feel the walls of her vagina clenching at him. She climbed on top of the bed, on top of him. She teased him with the possibility. She unbuttoned her top and revealed full breasts. She positioned herself between his legs and then slid his cock into her cleavage.
She knew he could see it. See is cock moving between her breasts, feel the sensation. She felt him tense, knew he was on edge. One twitch and she knew he was going to cum. She moved away from him. He was cumming, he had gone over the edge but he had no touch no sensation while he came. His sperm shot all over his abdomen and chest. His orgasm felt good yet not quite compete, not fulfilling.
She went to the top of the bed and leaned down “Fulfillment isn’t always just about an orgasm.”
She walked away, stopping as she exited the room to turn the heat up a bit. She was leaving him for the morning cleaning crew to find in a little more than an hour.
Copyright 2009
She had spent years feeling unwanted. No one would have known that she questioned her own desirability. She started out at the club as a cashier, unsure of herself after years of having her confidence leached away by the life she lived. It wasn’t long before she had moved up and taken control of her own life and now the club.
She was already tall, but accentuated her height with very high heels. Her body, not lacking in curves, also not lacking in strength and endurance, moved in a sexual grace that few women ever mastered.
The club had the hum. People walked in the door and after being there a few moments felt the need to go from voyeur to participant. She had a theory about that; pheromones. Even she was not immune, she just controlled and contained what she felt, remained aloof, unattainable. Still even with her clinical detachment, every now and then someone would intrigue her and tonight she was intrigued.
She knew his name was Dave, at least that is what his ID and credit card said a few days ago when he purchased a membership. She had noticed him watching her the first night he came in and made a point to find out what she could about him. Not that it was unusual for her to find a patron watching her, but usually they accompanied their watching by telling her what they wanted.
The want was always the same, for her to participate, to fulfill their fantasies.
So far Dave had watched, but said nothing. The tension of the unspoken was building for her. She would not tolerate it longer, she was in the business of knowing what people really wanted, knowing their base desires and it was past time she found out what his were.
Tonight the action was hot in her dungeon, a crowd had gathered, more and more people were setting aside inhibitions and joining in the play. She was there making sure that everyone was comfortable. Just like the nights before Dave was where she was, on the peripheral watching. Assured that no on else needed her attention she moved to the wall where he was.
“Are you enjoying the show?” There was a hint of sarcasm to her voice when she asked. In her mind he would not be watching if he wasn’t enjoying.
“That show there on St. Andrews Cross is interesting, but is nothing new, it does not intrigue me. You intrigue me.” David said it in a cultured monotone, like he was dissecting the latest savoir-faire play. She looked at what was happening on the cross; it did look scripted, played out. The woman was shackled, hands and feet. Her white blouse unbuttoned showing off her white bra, breasts over filling the cups. She had that very pale creamy skin with short brown hair. Her black school girl skirt hiked up while the man with her moved his fingers into her pussy. As he slid them in and out, the light would catch and you could see the wetness of her juices on his fingers.
As erotic as it looked, these were people who did this regularly at home and were bored with it, so they were looking to enliven it with an audience. She knew they needed a different experience, that they were looking to push the envelope. She walked away from Dave, both respecting and loathing that he noticed what she did not.
She went to the man of the pair. “It is time to take her down, try something new.” He looked at her and nodded, went to the woman’s restraints and unlocked them. She went to the woman and moved her to a new piece of equipment, ‘The Horse’. She laid the woman on it as he locked the restraints back into place, wrists and ankles. “What is your name?”
The woman answered, “Jennifer.”
She purred into Jennifer’s ear, “Mmm. Jennifer, what do you really want tonight; what is it you have never had happen to you that you want experience now?” She felt the shift in the play; nothing was scripted now; it was all impromptu and fantasy.
Jennifer was blind folded, restrained, vulnerable. “I have always wanted to be kissed, by a woman.” She smiled, those watching would enjoy seeing a woman kiss Jennifer, but Jennifer was only one half of the equation , there was a man involved, he believed he was in control, what did he want?
She stepped back and viewed Jennifer on the horse. Jennifer was submissive, at mercy and had such need. The horse positioned her in a way that left her exposed. You could see her pussy, see the wetness dripping. The way she laid pushed her breasts up and they were flushed with desire. She wanted to help fulfill that desire. She moved back. She was shoulder to shoulder with the man in control of Jennifer. “What do you want to happen to her?”
He was blunt, excited, interested, “I want to see her with a cock shoved up her while she sucks on me.” He made it easy, he knew what he wanted, she could arrange that, but first she wanted to meet the needs of the cuffed Jennifer.
“Jennifer needs to be kissed, by a woman.” She said this with no emotion; she was simply stating what Jennifer needed. “I can make that happen then I can make your fantasy happen.” She only waited for a nod and then moved to orchestrate.
First she went to a man who was a regular, his cock already in his hand; he was always ready to fuck. “Hey there Nick, enjoying the show?” he nodded, he always enjoyed. “This couple needs a little extra; someone like you. If you don’t mind I am going to have a woman kiss that girl, once she has had that kiss can you go and fuck the hell out of her?”
Nick didn’t need a moment to reply. “You got it babe, but someday it will be you I will be fucking.” She laughed. She knew as much as Nick thought it would happen; she had no interest. She saw too much of what he did here. It wasn’t what she wanted.
She now had Nick ready to take care of one part of the fantasy, now she needed the other part. She talked to several women in the room, but none would do it. She knew it needed to be done. She popped a piece of Trident Vanilla Mint gum in her mouth. A kiss was not crossing the line she had set.
She let a few minutes of anticipation build; she stepped forward, got down on her knees. Then she moved in and gave Jennifer the kiss she craved. It was slow, at fist tentative. She touched her lips to Jennifer’s slowly got used to the feel of another woman’s lips. She took in a deep breath and relaxed a degree. She slid her tongue across Jennifer’s bottom lip, nibbled at that lip and teased it. Suddenly the kiss had gone from one of boundaries and innocence to a greedy kiss where she felt like consuming Jennifer. She felt a need building, she pulled back. Ended the kiss that was drawing her too deep; once done with the kiss, it was just a motion of her head before Nick moved in.
Nick positioned himself behind Jennifer, undid the button on his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, unzipped them and let them fall. Nick was a no underwear kind of guy and with his pants at his ankles; he unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his cock. His dick was right at Jennifer’s opening and you could feel the tension in the room, everyone was waiting for him to slide into her. He knew how to play the room and he paused just a moment, looked around and then thrust, hard and deep. A few quick, deep strokes, followed by a slow rhythm, the kind that was meant to draw things out a bit, Nick wanted to take some time to enjoy.
Jennifer’s keeper moved in front of her. They had been long term partners and he felt no need for a condom with her. He unzipped and brought his cock out without taking his pants off. He wasn’t about to give Jennifer his dick to gently suck on; he shoved it down her throat. He wanted to fuck her mouth, not just have her gently suck on him and tease him. Jennifer would gag every now and then, but seemed to not mind the way she was being used. For Jennifer it was fulfillment.
The whole club was humming, thrumming with that sexual activity at a fever pitch. She looked around; this would be a night to remember at the club. Jennifer was on the horse, her partner fucking her mouth and Nick fucking her pussy. A few feet away there was a blond woman in the love swing, she had a full body and her head was tossed back as she moaned.
The man she was with had his fist up her pussy, not just a few fingers, but he had slid his whole hand in and was sliding it in and out. You could hear the wet noise of the motions. Next to him was a small group of younger guys. They were watching intently, one had moved very close, interested. The man looked at the young guy and demonstrated his technique, how he tucked his thumb behind his palm so that he could get all of his hand inside his partner.
She watched as the woman’s partner slid his hand out of her. She mewed, not happy at the loss, but soon her partners hand was replaced by that of the young guy. He worked it a moment then it was his hand filling the blond woman’s pussy. The young guy smiled, he was enthralled with the new experience already thinking of the stories he would tell when he got home. The blond woman smiled because it felt so good.
Through the beaded curtain, she looked into the next room over. The room was dominated by a large platform which supported a 12 inch thick foam mattress, covered in black vinyl. The room was designed for orgies and that is what was happening. Several couples had moved from the couples only area to this room as word of what was happening spread through the eighteen thousand square foot club.
As the action had progressed, the couples lost more and more of their inhibitions and their clothing. The orgy had started as many do, each couple staying as a couple, penises meeting vagina, just having sex next to other couples doing the same. Soon that was not enough; the thrill of fucking next to other people was not satisfying, partners switched. There were always more men in the club than women and some of those men were allowed to join in the orgy. A few more couples and singles joined, the bed was a mélange of, condom wrappers, towels, packets of lubricant and undulating bodies.
She let her eyes roam the whole scene again. There was so much happening she had to focus, look at it as separate scenes in one play. She took a deep breath; the scent of sex was almost overwhelming. She knew she was no longer needed, here. It was time for her to check on the other parts of the club. As she turned to leave she saw Dave, watching intently, with all the live sex you would normally only see on video, he wasn’t watching any of it, his eyes were on her.
She went downstairs. Downstairs was a little quiet. One girl on the dance pole with a small audience, people playing strip pool, other relaxing in the Jacuzzi, but still the air of sexual tension waiting to be unleashed, not the torrent of pheromones and fantasy already unleashed that was upstairs.
She stopped at the juice and soda bar and asked for a cup of ice and cranberry juice. Her next destination was the cage, it was called the cage, but really it was just where the price for admission was paid and collected. She used the key to open the door. Melissa was on duty tonight. It was already after two in the morning, but she still had a line. It made sense, she had seen several people sending text messages and making calls on their cell phones upstairs, she knew that her security was telling every cab driver dropping off about what was going on and she had even seen a few of the cabbies taking a quick look. People were coming and would be for several more hours.
It would be a long night and she knew that this would be a night where they would not even lock the doors until after seven in the morning. Melissa finished up with the customer she had been helping and let the next know it would be just a minute. “Where are we at for the night?” she asked. Melissa clicked on the mouse a few times, “We are already at twenty thousand tonight.” She nodded, it was a good night and the owner would be pleased. She had Melissa give her all but $300 in change and dropped it into the safe. She then took her juice and left the cage.
For all of the very public places there were two private spaces in the club, the owners’ office and hers. She went to the back of the club, to a place that was darker than the rest, felt for the door knob, fumbled the key into the lock, turned and then opened the door to her refuge. She first went to her small stereo and hit play. Then she went to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of vodka, it was her favorite, real potato vodka, VOX.
She poured a generous amount into her cranberry juice. She went to the small couch in her office, sat back and drank. For a moment she was able to loose herself in the vodka and music. She thought about the night, the weekend. She knew this was going to be a record month where the club made more than it had ever before. She knew she was part of why, but that only made her take a deeper gulp of her vodka and cranberry.
She was good at getting others to live fantasy, encouraging them to have a moment of what they wanted, but never allowed that for herself. She gave, but didn’t take. She didn’t want to over analyze it so she stopped thinking about it, got up and went to her computer. She opened her profit spreadsheet and punched in a few numbers. With expenses factored in the club owner was going to clear a profit over one hundred fifty thousand this month.
She left her office, checking the club the final time for the night before she closed the cage and started counting the money and auditing the drawers at the two juice bars and café. As she wandered through the rooms she found Dave sitting alone in the dark in the shadow box room. The room was lighted and had curtains so that all one could see if they were sitting in the viewing area was shadows.
She sat down next to him. “Did you enjoy?” Even with the darkness of the room she could see his eyes flash at her. “I saw things that I enjoyed watching.” It was an answer that was designed to hide what he really thought and she knew it, but she was not going to ask him more or dig deeper, she simply nodded and got up.
She made her way through the club; letting staff at the bars know it was time to start shutting down. Saying goodnight to the regulars, making small talk about the incredible night, letting them know about the next event. Her employees knew the routine, they knew her destination. She was going back to her office and doing the final count for the night so she could close down and leave.
Once again in the void of light she fumbled the key into the lock and went into her office. She closed the door and went to her desk. The final count only took a few minutes and as she finished there was a soft knock on the door. She dropped everything into the safe in her office and then crossed the room to open the door. Dave was standing there. She motioned him in and closed the door.
Dave sat on the couch; she went to the chair behind her desk. Her guard was down; the night though successful had taken a lot out of her. She was blunt. “What are you looking for tonight?”
“I have watched you for several nights now,” his voice held a bit of caution as though he didn’t want to spook her “you have needs, deep needs. Needs you ignore; I want to give you fulfillment.”
Her mind was working in overdrive. Thinking thirty thins simultaneously; it was difficult to focus on just one thought. While she sorted out everything racing through her head the silence stretched and Dave gave her time to work it all out. Finally she picked through her thoughts and one became came clear, why not. Everyone else got what they needed here, so why not her. The place often took from her; maybe tonight it was time to let it give to her some.
She stood up. “Stay here, I will be back.” She went to the door and walked out, leaving Dave in her office alone.
She locked the club up quickly. Usually she left with all the other employees, but tonight she sent them out mentioning that she didn’t want to keep them waiting while she finished paper work. With the doors locked, she went through the club once more. She stopped at the door of the owner, knocked, it was empty.
She moved on, the dungeon was the last room to check. She could still smell the sex in the air there. The excitement, the pheromones; standing there an image flashed through her head, a need.
She returned to her office assured the club was empty.
Taking a deep breath she once again entered her office. She knew her need, what she wanted, but was not sure she could.
“You want to give me fulfillment.” She sat down next to Dave.
He turned toward her, looked at her, waiting for something. The silence stretched several beats too long. “You don’t even know how to tell someone what you want anymore, do you?” Dave’s voice was soft and low as he asked the question, she almost seemed to flinch at the question and he knew he had hit the mark.
She just looked at him and gave an almost unperceivable nod and then she stood up and went to the door. She knew he would follow.
She walked through the darkened club, Dave following behind. She went upstairs where the dungeon was. She stopped at the juice bar there and went behind the counter. That is where the hand cuffs and whips were. She picked out a few items. As she came out from behind the bar with her chosen items in hand; Dave raised an eyebrow at her.
“I need to be in control.” She walked on ahead.
Her mind swirled with so many thoughts and feelings. She knew the owner of the club didn’t trust her because she was a woman. There had been too many occasions where hopped up on too much blow he had come close to hitting her, all the while he wanted to fuck her. She fantasized about being in control of a sexual encounter of experimenting with her feelings of anger and attraction towards the opposite sex.
They entered a little known and little used room in the club. It was just off the dudgeon, but often overlooked. Amongst those who worked at the club the room was called the hot wax room, meant to satisfy those who had a fetish about dripping burning candles over their partner’s body. She wasn’t there for that. The room had a table that restraints could be attached to. That is why she was there. She wanted to restrain Dave so that she could feel in control.
She indicated she wanted him to lie on the table, he started to oblige. “I need you naked.” He looked at her, took his clothes off, following her command.
She had him face up; she wanted to be able to see his expressions. She fastened cuffs to each of the four corners of the table. Then the restrained each his wrists and ankles. She walked around the table, seeming to inspect him. He wasn’t much taller than her with an average, but well kept build. He wasn’t gorgeous, but was above average. She usually didn’t pay attention to the details of a man, but like this, in control she could. He had hazel eyes and light brown hair.
On the streets Dave would not be a remarkable man, but his eyes flashed with intelligence and drive. She sensed that in some ways he matched her. She let her hands start to explore him. First she touched his hands and feet. She noted how he was just a little ticklish. She then moved to his arms and his chest, just touching, his legs, thighs. He was hard and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, used her thumb to caress the tip. Soon her thumb was slick with his pre-cum, sliding easily.
She released his cock and turned to a small table in the room where she had left the things she had collected from the bar. She picked up a whip. It wasn’t your usual Zorro styled whip with one long tendril that could lash out doing so much damage. It had many strands, soft strands of kid leather. She turned towards Dave and dragged this whip against his body. The soft leather felt like a caress, not like punishment and for a while she just moved the whip against his body with a soft and caring touch.
She withdrew and stepped back looking at him. She thought about what she had heard one of the clubs dominatrix saying when giving a lesson on whip technique. Never too close to the genitals, the whip could wrap around testes or penis and cause damage; always thighs or chest.
She experimented a bit, hitting softly hitting a little harder; a few strikes leaving slight pink lines on Dave’s skin. Every few strokes with the whip she would put her hand on his erection and stroke him. It had only been a few minutes, she was only beginning to experiment, to feel a little power and she looked at Dave’s eyes.
His eyes were clouded with lust. “I want to fulfill you, to make you cum. I know you want to climb on and ride me and give yourself that orgasm.” She let his words sink in a moment. Then she understood his motivation, his fantasy was not really about letting her have fulfillment. He wanted her to orgasm, he wanted to be a part of her orgasm, but he didn’t want her to really be fulfilled. He saw fulfillment as only the physical component, the rushing blood, the spasms of a vagina, but not the release or meeting of emotional needs.
She shook her head at her own folly, she should have never known better. It was never about her. She turned away and walked back to the juice bar where she had gotten the cuffs and whip. She found a gag and a few packets of lubricant.
She returned to him. She put the gag on him; she didn’t want to hear any more of his words. She opened the first packet of lubricant, drizzled it on his cock and the second. He was wet and slippery. She started using her hand on him, massaging his penis, making it engorge and enlarge as more blood filled it. She stroked slowly going from tip to balls. She could see in his eyes he wanted her on top of him, he wanted to have her pussy gliding over him like her hand was. She wasn’t going to give him that.
She kept moving her hand in a pace that slowly sped up. She was moving him towards his orgasm. She could see how much he wanted to be in her, how much he wanted to feel the walls of her vagina clenching at him. She climbed on top of the bed, on top of him. She teased him with the possibility. She unbuttoned her top and revealed full breasts. She positioned herself between his legs and then slid his cock into her cleavage.
She knew he could see it. See is cock moving between her breasts, feel the sensation. She felt him tense, knew he was on edge. One twitch and she knew he was going to cum. She moved away from him. He was cumming, he had gone over the edge but he had no touch no sensation while he came. His sperm shot all over his abdomen and chest. His orgasm felt good yet not quite compete, not fulfilling.
She went to the top of the bed and leaned down “Fulfillment isn’t always just about an orgasm.”
She walked away, stopping as she exited the room to turn the heat up a bit. She was leaving him for the morning cleaning crew to find in a little more than an hour.
Copyright 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
First Car
I had just bought my first car, a 1972 Toyota Celica Stick Shift. It was an older model, but had only 60K miles on it and was in sweet condition. It was a rare find and I figured if I held on to it for a while and took good care of it, I would have it until it became a classic. Up until then I had been driving an even older Toyota Wagon, since it was not a ride to be proud of, when my girlfriend and I went out, we took her car and she drove.
I was pretty pleased with my new car and my beautiful girlfriend. I didn’t think she was the girl I would marry, but she was pretty open to trying anything I suggested, even if she didn’t come up with any new ideas of her own. That was until the first time I drove her in my new car.
We had finished going out to the movies and were on the way back to her place. She was sitting next to me with her hand on my leg. After driving for a couple minutes, she said, “Now that I’m not driving I don’t know what to do with my hands.” I’m not sure how I responded, but it was only a few moments later that she thought of something she could do with her hands and I felt her caressing my crotch.
I immediately got a hard on because every time she did that it meant I was getting some very soon and I figured I was going to get laid once we got back to her place. After caressing me through my jeans for a couple minutes she then undid my fly. Back then I wore button fly jeans and she knew how to open them with one motion, rather than undoing each button. I also wore boxers, which had easy access, so in no time at all she was stroking my bare dick.
After she started that I found it difficult to concentrate on the road, but I didn’t want her to stop. She started to do this thing where she would stroke my whole shaft while lightly swirling her thumb around the head. I loved it and figured she might actually try to make me cum this way, while I was driving. I was really starting to get excited and I noticed, that the more excited I got the slower I was driving. She then did something I didn’t expect. She leaned over and started sucking my exposed cock while I was driving.
Sucking my cock was not something my girlfriend did often and it was driving me wild, but we were almost to her house. I looked down at her, with head in my lap and lips on my cock, and let her know we were almost there. She then said, “Then I guess you had better drive around a bit more, we won’t have any privacy when we get to my place.” Drive some more, I could barely drive at all with what she was doing, but if I stopped driving, she was going to stop sucking. I kept on driving.
Soon she was really going at my cock, sucking up and down and I was getting really close to cuming. I looked for a place to pull over but there wasn’t one. All the while I kept driving more and more slowly. Then I exploded in her mouth. I don’t know how I managed to keep from having an accident, but when I was finished cuming I realized I was at a dead stop in the middle of the road. I started driving again and noticed that my girlfriend had swallowed every drop of my cum. She had never done that before and I was grateful she choose this time to try it because cum stains are really hard to get out of leather.
The next time we took my car, she demonstrated that you can fuck in bucket seats. She and I had so much fun there that every time I looked at it my Celica, my dick saluted. It was a shame when my Celica was totaled in an accident a year later, but then I got a nicer new car, a Chevy Berretta.
Copyright 2009
I was pretty pleased with my new car and my beautiful girlfriend. I didn’t think she was the girl I would marry, but she was pretty open to trying anything I suggested, even if she didn’t come up with any new ideas of her own. That was until the first time I drove her in my new car.
We had finished going out to the movies and were on the way back to her place. She was sitting next to me with her hand on my leg. After driving for a couple minutes, she said, “Now that I’m not driving I don’t know what to do with my hands.” I’m not sure how I responded, but it was only a few moments later that she thought of something she could do with her hands and I felt her caressing my crotch.
I immediately got a hard on because every time she did that it meant I was getting some very soon and I figured I was going to get laid once we got back to her place. After caressing me through my jeans for a couple minutes she then undid my fly. Back then I wore button fly jeans and she knew how to open them with one motion, rather than undoing each button. I also wore boxers, which had easy access, so in no time at all she was stroking my bare dick.
After she started that I found it difficult to concentrate on the road, but I didn’t want her to stop. She started to do this thing where she would stroke my whole shaft while lightly swirling her thumb around the head. I loved it and figured she might actually try to make me cum this way, while I was driving. I was really starting to get excited and I noticed, that the more excited I got the slower I was driving. She then did something I didn’t expect. She leaned over and started sucking my exposed cock while I was driving.
Sucking my cock was not something my girlfriend did often and it was driving me wild, but we were almost to her house. I looked down at her, with head in my lap and lips on my cock, and let her know we were almost there. She then said, “Then I guess you had better drive around a bit more, we won’t have any privacy when we get to my place.” Drive some more, I could barely drive at all with what she was doing, but if I stopped driving, she was going to stop sucking. I kept on driving.
Soon she was really going at my cock, sucking up and down and I was getting really close to cuming. I looked for a place to pull over but there wasn’t one. All the while I kept driving more and more slowly. Then I exploded in her mouth. I don’t know how I managed to keep from having an accident, but when I was finished cuming I realized I was at a dead stop in the middle of the road. I started driving again and noticed that my girlfriend had swallowed every drop of my cum. She had never done that before and I was grateful she choose this time to try it because cum stains are really hard to get out of leather.
The next time we took my car, she demonstrated that you can fuck in bucket seats. She and I had so much fun there that every time I looked at it my Celica, my dick saluted. It was a shame when my Celica was totaled in an accident a year later, but then I got a nicer new car, a Chevy Berretta.
Copyright 2009
Double Trouble
I’m an attractive woman, not drop dead, but I can at least hold my own in most bars. Average height, slender, but not slim, with enough of a rack to have some decent cleavage in the right shirt; which I occasionally use to my advantage at work.
I met Jack on the job, I sell supplies to construction companies, and he was one of the purchasing agents for one of my clients. I had worked with Jack for over a year; he seemed like a very nice guy, 5’8” with sandy blonde hair, green eyes and glasses. Most men in the construction industry are a bit crass and often act like your typical randy teenager, but Jack seemed to be a little more educated and had a touch of class, but maybe that was just the glasses.
One day after he placed a really big order he said to me, “Cheryl I hope you I don’t offend you, but you’re a really nice girl and I have had a crush on you for quite a while and… well I was wondering if you would go out with me?”
Normally I would never date a customer, but I was friends with the owner of this large company and if something went wrong on my date with Jack I knew I wouldn’t lose the account. We arranged to meet that Friday at one of the nicer bars in town.
When I arrived I was a bit confused, because there were two Jacks there. Jack said, “I know this might be a bit awkward, but this is my twin brother John. His date stood him up, so I hope you don’t mind if he joins us for drinks and dancing.” Sounded reasonable to me, so I said I was game.
Well a couple hours of drinking and dancing with the twins and I was having a great time, problem was I couldn’t figure out which one I liked more, Jack or John. At that point Jack and John leaned in, “you can’t figure out which one of us you like more” John said, Jack followed with “that’s okay with us, because to tell the truth we really do prefer to share.”
I was a bit stunned at first, but then it did seem like the perfect solution. The twins paid our tab and after a brief discussion I agreed to go back to their place with them. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I had been having fun so far, so I decided to roll the dice on the twins.
When we got to their apartment, John opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. We sat down on the couch and both Jack and John started caressing me and playing with my hair. Then Jack started to kiss me. His kiss was soft slow and I knew I wanted more. While he kissed me John started to caress my inner thigh, inching ever closer to my pussy, that was getting very wet. Then seamlessly, they switched. I was glad I decided to wear a short skirt and thong.
John had moved his hand up my shirt and was playing with my nipple as Jack started fingering my thong. The sensation was almost overwhelming. I wanted more, but the twins seemed to be enjoying the leisurely pace they set. John unbuttoned my shirt and freed one of my breasts from my bra so he could suck on it, then Jack freed my other breast so he could suck as well. I had never had both of my breasts sucked on at the same time before and the sensation was dizzying.
I was getting quite heated and wanted more, the twins obliged. I could feel two hands caress my thighs, and then start to finger my thong. One of the twins moved my thong aside and then each of them started to finger me. They were keeping me on the edge, moving fast enough to have me at a frenzy, but not letting me cum.
Then Jack moved to the floor and started to lick my pussy, alternately tonguing my clit and my pussy, I was ready to lose it. Slowly Jack retreated, and John helped me up from the couch. We were headed to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Jack and John worked together and before I knew it had removed my and their clothes. They moved us to the bed. There John went down on me and continued where Jack left off. I was so wet I could feel my juices sliding down my ass.
As John continued to lick and finger me, Jack brought his cock to my lips. It was a nice cock, silky, hard and big, but best of all I knew there was a twin of that cock just a few feet away. I started to suck on this cock and felt like I was in heaven, being able to suck on Jack while John sucked on me, then I felt one of Johns fingers stray to my ass.
I had taken it up the ass before, so I wasn’t shocked, and the feeling was so good, I didn’t think I could hold an orgasm off much longer and I started to writhe with the pleasure. John was using my own juices to lube me up and inching his finger farther and farther up my ass. After a couple minutes he looked up at Jack and told him I was ready.
Jack laid down and brought me up to straddle him, I wanted to ride him for all he was worth I was so wild at that point, but John came up behind me and put his hands on my hips so he could control the motion. Slowly, he let me slide up and down his brother, he pushed me so I had every inch of his brother up my cunt and then I could feel his cock at my puckering anus. Inch by inch he pushed his cock up my ass. It felt so good, better than I could have ever imagined, one up my pussy and one up my ass at the same time.
They moved in perfect coordination, first Jack would slide me up and down his pole, then John would slide in and out my ass. Slowly at first, then a little faster and faster until it seemed they were both ramming in and out of me at the same time. Then I could feel it coming and I started to explode all over the place. My pussy and anus started clenching and writhing at the same time and I was in the throws of the most mind blowing orgasm of my life, then I heard the brothers grunt in unison and could feel the twin cocks spurting spunk into each of my holes, sending me into another shattering orgasm.
I don’t remember much of the next couple minutes, because I was out of this world on a different dimension where pleasure was the only thing I could process. When I came back to my senses we were all collapsed on the bed, and it seemed we were all equally sated.
Copyright 2009
I met Jack on the job, I sell supplies to construction companies, and he was one of the purchasing agents for one of my clients. I had worked with Jack for over a year; he seemed like a very nice guy, 5’8” with sandy blonde hair, green eyes and glasses. Most men in the construction industry are a bit crass and often act like your typical randy teenager, but Jack seemed to be a little more educated and had a touch of class, but maybe that was just the glasses.
One day after he placed a really big order he said to me, “Cheryl I hope you I don’t offend you, but you’re a really nice girl and I have had a crush on you for quite a while and… well I was wondering if you would go out with me?”
Normally I would never date a customer, but I was friends with the owner of this large company and if something went wrong on my date with Jack I knew I wouldn’t lose the account. We arranged to meet that Friday at one of the nicer bars in town.
When I arrived I was a bit confused, because there were two Jacks there. Jack said, “I know this might be a bit awkward, but this is my twin brother John. His date stood him up, so I hope you don’t mind if he joins us for drinks and dancing.” Sounded reasonable to me, so I said I was game.
Well a couple hours of drinking and dancing with the twins and I was having a great time, problem was I couldn’t figure out which one I liked more, Jack or John. At that point Jack and John leaned in, “you can’t figure out which one of us you like more” John said, Jack followed with “that’s okay with us, because to tell the truth we really do prefer to share.”
I was a bit stunned at first, but then it did seem like the perfect solution. The twins paid our tab and after a brief discussion I agreed to go back to their place with them. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I had been having fun so far, so I decided to roll the dice on the twins.
When we got to their apartment, John opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. We sat down on the couch and both Jack and John started caressing me and playing with my hair. Then Jack started to kiss me. His kiss was soft slow and I knew I wanted more. While he kissed me John started to caress my inner thigh, inching ever closer to my pussy, that was getting very wet. Then seamlessly, they switched. I was glad I decided to wear a short skirt and thong.
John had moved his hand up my shirt and was playing with my nipple as Jack started fingering my thong. The sensation was almost overwhelming. I wanted more, but the twins seemed to be enjoying the leisurely pace they set. John unbuttoned my shirt and freed one of my breasts from my bra so he could suck on it, then Jack freed my other breast so he could suck as well. I had never had both of my breasts sucked on at the same time before and the sensation was dizzying.
I was getting quite heated and wanted more, the twins obliged. I could feel two hands caress my thighs, and then start to finger my thong. One of the twins moved my thong aside and then each of them started to finger me. They were keeping me on the edge, moving fast enough to have me at a frenzy, but not letting me cum.
Then Jack moved to the floor and started to lick my pussy, alternately tonguing my clit and my pussy, I was ready to lose it. Slowly Jack retreated, and John helped me up from the couch. We were headed to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Jack and John worked together and before I knew it had removed my and their clothes. They moved us to the bed. There John went down on me and continued where Jack left off. I was so wet I could feel my juices sliding down my ass.
As John continued to lick and finger me, Jack brought his cock to my lips. It was a nice cock, silky, hard and big, but best of all I knew there was a twin of that cock just a few feet away. I started to suck on this cock and felt like I was in heaven, being able to suck on Jack while John sucked on me, then I felt one of Johns fingers stray to my ass.
I had taken it up the ass before, so I wasn’t shocked, and the feeling was so good, I didn’t think I could hold an orgasm off much longer and I started to writhe with the pleasure. John was using my own juices to lube me up and inching his finger farther and farther up my ass. After a couple minutes he looked up at Jack and told him I was ready.
Jack laid down and brought me up to straddle him, I wanted to ride him for all he was worth I was so wild at that point, but John came up behind me and put his hands on my hips so he could control the motion. Slowly, he let me slide up and down his brother, he pushed me so I had every inch of his brother up my cunt and then I could feel his cock at my puckering anus. Inch by inch he pushed his cock up my ass. It felt so good, better than I could have ever imagined, one up my pussy and one up my ass at the same time.
They moved in perfect coordination, first Jack would slide me up and down his pole, then John would slide in and out my ass. Slowly at first, then a little faster and faster until it seemed they were both ramming in and out of me at the same time. Then I could feel it coming and I started to explode all over the place. My pussy and anus started clenching and writhing at the same time and I was in the throws of the most mind blowing orgasm of my life, then I heard the brothers grunt in unison and could feel the twin cocks spurting spunk into each of my holes, sending me into another shattering orgasm.
I don’t remember much of the next couple minutes, because I was out of this world on a different dimension where pleasure was the only thing I could process. When I came back to my senses we were all collapsed on the bed, and it seemed we were all equally sated.
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