The head of his dick only inches from the woman’s face, her eyes were fixed on him, her mouth open in anticipation.
Now, the other guy paused, holding himself deep in her, watching.
One more jerk of the arm, another, and then a trail of creamy fluid jetted out of that dick, leaving a trail across the woman’s face and pooling in her open mouth. Another pump of the hand and a second jet spat out. Another... and then the woman craned up, and managed to get her mouth around the head of his dick so she could suck him as he grew soft.
“You want to go somewhere?”
Selena took her hand again and led her from the room.
§
They went upstairs to a bedroom, just a normal suburban town-house bedroom.
“You okay, honey?” asked Selena. “How are you finding it?”
Christina shrugged, smiled, uncertain how to answer that. Not even sure how she felt.
“I guess I knew what to expect,” she said. “But I’ve never done anything like this. There’s so much that’s new.”
They sat on the edge of the big bed, side by side, not touching.
“No matter how well prepared you are, it’s a bit of a shock, isn’t it?” said Selena. “Until you’re used to places like this, seeing other people naked and fucking just isn’t like anything you’ve ever encountered before, is it?” She paused, twisting so that she could draw a leg up under her and sit facing Christina. “There’s always a get-out,” she went on. “Sometimes this isn’t what people expect and they realize it’s not for them. You ever feel like that, you just get up and walk, you understand?”
“And what if I choose to stay?”
She didn’t know she could be like this. Didn’t know she could switch from nervous uncertainty to just reaching out a hand so she could stroke that beautiful soft skin stretched tight across another woman’s breastbone, run her hand down to the swell of breasts pushed up by the other woman’s tightly-strung corset. Hook her fingers into lace cups so she could pull Selena closer.
A kiss. Lips glancing off each other, and then Christina was kissing down Selena’s jawline, down her neck, and across the bare skin of one shoulder. Down. Down to that swelling bulge of pushed-up breast, dipping her tongue inside the lace cup, across soft flesh... stretching until she found the hardness of a nipple.
Selena lay back, and wriggled up the bed, and now Christina moved on top of her and worked her way down, drawing her face down across the hard ribbing of the corset.
Down to more lace, stretched tight across Selena’s mound.
She moved down to kneel between Selena’s legs, then hooked her fingers into the straps of Selena’s thong and pulled it down.
Such long, smooth legs, and so sexy in those black hold-ups.
So soft to touch, to run the backs of her knuckles up and across. Switching sides so that her knuckles ran up the inside of Selena’s other thigh now and then, finally came to press against wet softness.
Selena was completely smooth, not a hair on her body, her mound a silky pale bulge, her slit dark, slightly parted, waiting.
Christina swung forward, dipped her head and planted her mouth on that smooth mound, tasting saltiness, a woman’s musk. Oddly familiar and yet this was the first time she had tasted a woman like this, the first time she had slid her parted mouth across that unique, yielding softness. The first time she had driven her tongue lower, found that parting, the sudden sweet metallic tang of raw woman. The first time she had swept her tongue upwards from the deep opening to hard fleshiness and then the tight little stub of a woman’s clit. The first time she had felt a body thrust abruptly upwards and thighs clamp tightly around her head in response to that touch.
She pulled back, dipped lower again, and thrust her tongue deep. Selena buried her fingers in Christina’s hair now, holding and guiding her so that she rocked her head from side to side, her tongue still deep and her upper lip gliding across Selena’s clit.
Her face grinding against Selena, it was hard to tell who was guiding whom. At times it felt as if her face was no more than a sex toy that Selena was using to work herself off. Then Christina would duck her head a little, subtly changing the way she moved, and Selena would cry out, loosen her grip. Now Christina was the one in control, the one playing and teasing, bringing her new lover right to the edge so that every muscle in her body was tight and then... just pressing, not moving, holding her there, so close.
She started to thrust her tongue, using it to fuck Selena hard. With every thrust, her upper lip slid against her lover’s clit and soon, with a steady rhythm, that tension took over Selena’s body once again.
And this time Christina kept going.
She stuck to that steady rhythm, no let up, and Selena pushed up against her, meeting every thrust, crying and groaning aloud.
She came hard.
She came with a massive thrusting of her body, her hands plunging down to hold Christina against her and now the whole thing was suddenly transformed, no thrusting just hard, tight pressure. Christina felt her lover’s pussy spasm against her face, felt muscles tightening around her tongue, still buried deep. Every slight movement against Selena elicited another groan, another tightening, another shifting and pressing, until finally that tension began to ebb, and Selena sank back down into the mattress.
§
Selena drew her up the bed so that they came to lie in each other’s arms and she could kiss the juices from Christina’s face.
“That was amazing,” said Selena. “I don’t think I’ve ever... Is that your thing?”
“Never before,” said Christina, raising her eyebrows at Selena’s look of disbelief. “Really. Never.”
“But you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”
“I like to give,” said Christina. “I like to make people respond. I like to lead them on and then hold them there, and then, eventually, lead them over the edge.”
Selena’s leg had somehow come to lie between Christina’s thighs now, and it started to press. The two lovers started to move, almost imperceptible at first: just the occasional slight adjustment of positions, a subtle increase in pressure, a tensing of thigh muscle against softness.
Selena kissed her again. Across the lips, along her jaw, to her ear. Sucking the lobe into her mouth, she then pulled back, letting it drag clear through narrowed teeth. Such an intimate thing, and it sent the most intense thrills through Christina’s body.
“You’ve really never...?”
Sudden hardness against her, Selena pressing her thigh firmly so that the muscle ground against Christina’s thong.
“Hang on. We need to get that out of the way.”
Selena pulled away, and moved down the bed so that she could pull Christina’s knickers free.
And then, slowly, she kissed up the inside of Christina’s legs. First the left, her touch light and delicate, all the way up until her face brushed against softness and then pulled away. Down to the inside of Christina’s right knee, teeth dragging this time, then sweeping upwards in a delicious mix of sharpness and soft lips and tongue. This time she came to rest on Christina’s pussy, her tongue sliding between labia, finding that opening and pushing inside.
Pressing inside and then pulling out, sweeping upwards until her tongue worked a hard circle around Christina’s clit. Then down again, deep and sweeping up.
The sudden intensity swept Christina’s breath away. She clung to the bedding, her knuckles white, as Selena fucked and licked her with her tongue, over and over again.
So close, so quickly!
She pushed up, wanted to come on Selena’s face.
Sensing this, her lover pulled clear and slid up Christina’s body. First there was the softness of breasts against her and then that coarse hardness of the corset, dragging across her and causing a pain that was so mixed with pleasure it was impossible to distinguish the two.
Upwards and then Selena’s thigh was pressing between Christina’s legs, those hard muscles against her pussy o
nce again.
Selena kissed her, her mouth tasting of Christina’s juices, and her thigh pressed in just that perfect way, and suddenly Christina’s entire body bucked upwards, thrusting against her lover, her arms wrapped around Selena to hold her close, hold her in place while Christina rode out wave after wave of intense orgasm, until finally the two slumped together in a tangled, wet heap on the bed.
§
“You want to explore some more?”
They must have dozed. The windows were dark, and the bedroom lit only by a small lamp over on Selena’s side of the bed.
Selena’s side of the bed... That was such a strange thought!
She turned, and Selena was watching her, a gentle smile on her face.
“You mean there’s more?”
That smile stretched and Selena laughed. “Oh, honey. Believe me: there’s so much more!”
§
They went downstairs, Selena in just her corset and hold-ups and Christina completely naked.
Naked and not even self-conscious! Not minding the looks when they emerged in the padded room, and then walked through to the bar. The roving, hungry eyes. So many people, enjoying her, even hungry for her! She stood at the bar, straightening so that her back arched and her breasts thrust out.
“You fancy a drink, or...?”
“Let’s try the ‘or’.”
They passed through another set of double doors, and emerged in a small, dimly-lit ante-room, clothes dropped in heaps on chairs, or hanging from a rail, shoes and bags scattered.
“When we spoke on the phone,” said Selena. “What I immediately thought of was the blackout room.”
That phone call. The number Julie had given her. The awkward opening greetings, and then Selena smoothly picking it up, making sure that this was a call about the club and not anything else.
“Yes, of course,” Selena had said. “We vet everyone. It’s a very safe environment. We want people to be able to relax so that they can explore their every desire. So tell me, what’s your desire? What’s your fantasy?”
§
The carpet was deep, the kind you just have to stand on in bare feet and wiggle your toes. Gentle violin music played, not too loud, not enough to smother the sounds of the people in the room, the groans, the gasps, the rapid breathing. The air was scented with something sweet and floral: it should have been a heady scent, but instead it teased the senses, invigorating and sensitizing.
The room was in complete darkness.
“Remove one sense and it heightens the others,” Selena whispered into her ear. “Remove the visual and everything becomes anonymous. Suddenly there are no preconceptions, no restrictions. It becomes a world of only the non-visual senses. Of touch.” A finger, trailing down Christina’s spine.
“Of scent.” A brushing of hair across Christina’s face, that mix of shampoo and woman.
“Of taste.” A mouth on hers, sweet and still with an element of Christina’s juices mixed in.
“Of sound.” A hand clamped on Christina’s pussy, cupping her and pressing, and Christina gasped aloud.
The hand took Christina’s and tugged, drawing her into the darkened room.
Her bare foot brushed against flesh. A leg, or an arm, perhaps. She stepped over, treading tentatively, and still that hand tugged.
It was the hand that had cupped her, she was sure, but suddenly she realized that it was not Selena’s hand. The fingers were broader, the nails short. A man’s hand.
She followed, deeper into the room, occasionally stumbling against furniture or naked bodies.
Strong hands on her arms turned her, and gently guided her back until she was sitting on a bed.
Nearby, a woman groaned, and Christina felt a tightening in her belly in response. Such a horny thing, to be surrounded by anonymous people, doing things no one could see with people they didn’t know. She wondered where Selena had gone, and then there was a movement on the mattress behind her and hands took her shoulders and started to massage them, kneading the muscles to loosen them.
She relaxed back into that grip, and felt hardness against her back, the head of a dick slipping against her. She leaned back further, until she felt the length of that shaft between her shoulder blades. He was so wet, whoever he was. Was that his own juices or someone else’s wetness on his dick?
The guy’s hands moved forward from her shoulders, down to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. She wriggled back against him, taken aback at just how horny it was to have someone fucking you between the shoulder blades while he worked your breasts and nipples.
She bore down on him and made him gasp. She ground the back of her head into his ribs, her hair trailing down between them as he continued to slide the length of his dick against her.
She needed more, and so she twisted then, managed to take a hold of him and guide him into her mouth. There was a sudden hit of salty sweetness as she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and then she took him deep, swallowing hard when he hit the back of her throat.
She started to bob her head, pulling away from him with her mouth clamped tight and then driving down again to take him deep and keep on swallowing until her face was pressed up against his belly, her chin on his balls. She thought of that woman she had seen earlier – so long ago! – swallowing an incredibly long dick whole. Christina had never done it like this before, never had the confidence to keep sucking and swallowing a man so deep until she had to fight not to gag.
She pulled away, turned, leaned back against him, and let him glide his length against the smooth skin of her back again.
A hand on her belly that wasn’t his. Running across her, exploring every contour. Finding a hip, a thigh, then up, across, down to press against that narrow strip of hair. Rocking back so that the pressure was on the heel of the hand where it rested over her clit.
The hand moved down and then fingers were pressing against her, finding her opening and then one pressed deep, sliding into her.
She pushed up to meet it, and then the hand pulled away before driving in again.
It was almost too much, too many sensations vying for her attention, threatening to swamp her. Selena had been right: here in the anonymous dark everything was magnified, so much more intense.
There were more fingers inside her now, at least two, and it felt like a thumb pressing against the fold of skin that covered her clit so that it slid and glided over her hardness.
That was when she knew what she wanted. When she knew exactly where this thing was heading.
That was when she twisted again and took that long dick in her mouth, wetting it with her saliva, lubricating its length.
When she moved back up the bed so that he was against her lower back and then his shaft was lying between her buttocks. The guy moved so that he was on his back now, and she slid herself against him, working him between her cheeks. Sliding up until the head of his dick, slick with their juices, was pressed against her dark opening, pressing and teasing. Then pushing down so that he slid up her crack again. So close!
Back up, dick against her opening, and then she reached down, changed the angle of his shaft so that now when she bore down it lodged in that tight opening. A little more pressure and there was an almost bubble-bursting sensation as that swollen head popped through the tight ring of muscle and lodged in her ass.
God, but she’d never felt anything like this! Such a feeling of tightness, of fullness.
She pushed slowly down, taking him deeper, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before, until finally her ass came to rest in his lap, fully impaled.
So distracted by getting that position just right and then taken over by the sensations of having a hard dick in her ass for the first time, she’d lost track of those fingers, that hand, losing contact as she wriggled back up her anonymous lover’s body.
About to speak, but not sure what to say, she stopped when there was contact again, a hand cupping her pussy, and then working back, exploring. She could im
agine the workings of that guy’s mind as he felt those dark geometries, realizing that she was lying there, open to him, with another guy’s dick in her ass.
More movement of the mattress, rocking her against her lover, driving him even deeper into her ass, and then there was a presence between her thighs, a hand on her belly and one on her leg, and then a dick against her wetness.
She reached down and took it in her hand, guiding it down to press against her pussy opening and then pulling at it, needing to be filled again.
When he pushed, she thought she was going to split in two. The pressure as the head of his dick entered her was incredible, and then it grew and grew as he pushed deep.
She wasn’t going to manage it. She was going to have to make him stop. And then he was buried deep, and the three of them just lay there.
She would never have imagined she could feel so full, that there was a feeling like this: somewhere between a deep, aching pain and an incredible intensifying of every sensation. Just as the darkened room had amplified the other senses, now, all she was aware of was that feeling of fullness and the slight movements. The twitch of a cock deep in her ass. The hard pressure of pubic bone against her clit. Balls squashed against her ass. A shift beneath her, a slight roll of the hips that made everything move inside.
Then the guy on top pulled slowly back, held himself there, and then pushed deep once more. Everything tightened, and the guy beneath her tensed, gasped. What must it feel like for him? Could he feel the pressure of that other dick inside her? Could he feel its movement inside her?
She pushed, rolling her hips so that she was able to work both dicks at once. Exploring the sensations, finding movements that worked... everything was about that tightness in her pussy and ass. There was nothing else, just then.
Then that tightness began to transform, to become a different kind of tightness. One that heightened everything even further as she shifted and rolled her hips, finding just the position that ground her clit against hardness and made her feel even fuller.
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