Club Belle Tori

by Michelle Hoppe

  Gripping her hips, he plunged hard and deep, his tool hitting her inner wall, her juices lubricating him completely. Three times he pulled out, then immediately slammed his rock-solid rod deep. Her moans turned to screams as she continued to beg. “Fuck me, slam me hard, slam me deep. Make me cum all over your cock.”

  “You like it hard baby?”

  “Yes, oh yes, hard, fast, deep. Keep fucking me, make me cum.”

  “I want you to cum baby, really I do, but not until I make your body so hot it wants to explode.”

  “Make me explode,” she cried.

  “Not yet gorgeous, but soon. You need to pump now baby, fuck my cock.”

  Cindy moved her hands to prop herself up more and started pumping against his hips. Pulling forward and back, driving his love muscle in and out of her pussy. The juice was flowing and she could feel it start to trickle down her inner thigh. Pierre had his hands on the small of her back as he watched her breasts bounce with each thrust of her hips. Her tits were big with hard swollen nipples, which moved in motion with her body. “Let me pump now baby,” he said, “I want you to take your nipple in your mouth and suck hard. Can you do that for me?”

  Without responding Cindy quickly changed position to hold her body up with one hand, using the other to guide her breast into her mouth. She started sucking and was sure to make noise so Pierre could hear her efforts. Her nipple was hard and as she sucked it became more and more sensitive. Pierre kept pumping in and out, his penis seeming to get deeper with each thrust, the noise she was making increasing his desire. He tilted his head to get a better look at her suckling her own breast when she suddenly let go to complain. “I'm so hot, so very hot.”

  Her voice broke through the intense fog of lust, which had settled on Pierre, and he smacked her ass. “Less talking and more sucking beautiful.”

  Taking her nipple back into her mouth she resumed sucking, a soft moan escaping her lips at the sound of his voice. His dick slamming in and out of her pussy, hitting hard against her walls as the heat built more and more. Hot cum flowed in waves over his shaft, spilling out with each thrust and running down her legs to puddle on the sheet. Overcome with heat, Cindy once again released her tit as her screams filled the air. Pierre slowed his hips, letting her muscles grab his shaft tighter and tighter as she pushed molten fire from deep within her recesses. Pierre started pumping with even strokes, in, then out, cum visible on his cock, then in. “I'm going to make you cum again,” he said with a heavy voice.

  She could tell he was close as well, but knew he would make sure of her pleasure before he released his load. Pierre had more control than most men she knew and she loved cumming again and again.

  “I'm going to make you scream loud baby. You're going to scream and cream, then scream some more.”

  Cindy felt the blood pounding, his and hers. His shaft so deep and pumping so hard, that she could not answer him, even if he expected her to. With another wave of orgasm rising to the surface, she pulled her head up, opened her mouth, and screamed. Filling the room, it echoed off the walls and continued as he fucked her again and again with his instrument of pleasure. She could feel the orgasm ravage her insides, as she screamed at him, “Fuck me dammit! Make me cum!”

  Pierre was deaf to her passionate plea, as he was getting close to release himself. The blood pounded in his head, as he felt the hot liquid move toward release, her pussy sizzling with liquid fire, his rod sliding effortlessly in and out. He knew instinctively the more he pumped after each orgasm the more sensitive her vagina became and the easier it was for her to cum again. He continued to slam in and out, holding back his own release.

  “Fuck me baby, pump your hips and fuck me,” Pierre demanded as he felt her start to thrust her hips. He bent at the waist and with a hand on each side of her body, grabbed her breasts as he thrust deep inside. Holding her tits in his hands he squeezed as he fucked her pussy. Slamming hard against her ass with each downward movement of his cock, pulling on her nipples, he continued until he heard the low rumble of another scream start deep within her throat.

  As Pierre positioned himself to deliver another penetrating thrust, her head tilted to the ceiling and she let out an ear-piercing scream as together they came. Hers mingled with his, bodies sweating, as he deposited hot cum within her folds. Lifting his head toward heaven Pierre joined her in a hot-blooded scream of climax.

  * * * *

  The water was warm and the aroma of vanilla filled the room, as Victoria allowed her mind to drift to this evening and the new member she had been told to expect. Having pictured him in her mind's eye over and over again, she had been able to fantasize to her hearts content. He would be tall, dark, and very sensual, his voice deep and seductive. Thinking about him now she could feel the need building from deep within, her pussy throbbing from the jet blasting a stream of water at her clitoris.

  Keeping a fantasy picture of him in her mind, she took a handful of bubbles from on top of the water and slid her body up enough to let her nipples break the surface. As the cool air hit them they jumped erect, and her fingers slowly traced over them covering the tips with bubbles. They were hard, erect, and in need of massaging, as her fingers worked magic, moving over each nipple then down under her breast. Stroking up and down, circling the nipple, up and down again, pulling gently on each in turn. They became more sensitive with each stroke, an ache welling ever closer to the surface. Taking her breast, she slowly lifted it to her lips, licking with her tongue over the top of the aureole then using her fingers to slide the nipple into her mouth, she closed her lips over it.

  Sucking gently her hand played with the other breast, tasting vanilla from the bubbles as she sucked harder, feeling it grow more ridged. Her tongue played over the tip as the ache between her legs increased and she pushed her tits together taking both into her mouth. The firm nubs of her nipples were caressed by the texture of her tongue as she sucked them deeply into her mouth.

  Sliding her hands slowly down her body, she traced softly over her tummy. Her fingers found her clit as she leaned back in the tub, letting her legs open 'til they touched the warm porcelain. As the water continued to shoot between her legs, her fingers played softly over her clit rubbing back and forth. The heat deep inside built with the rhythm of each stroke of her fingers over her swollen mound, head arching back as warm water pulsed against her clit. Stroking in circles over and over again, she felt the honey deep inside moving closer to release. Her fingers moved ever faster as she pumped against them, sliding two deeply inside finding her g-spot and pressing hard.

  The water was washing over her skin in waves now as the movement of her body increased, hot honey coated her fingers as the orgasm arced toward release. Her muscles grabbed hard, pulling her fingers tighter and tighter against the walls, enveloping them within the soft folds of her pussy. Pushing hard, thumb stroking over her clit, she could feel the heat coursing through her body as the orgasm exploded against her hand. She started pumping in and out as the cum flowed, muscles contracting harder and harder, the orgasm shaking her entire body, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

  As the spasms subsided her body relaxed back into the water and she closed her eyes. The soft tap at the door, as the hazy fog of climax started to dissipate, brought her back to earth. “Yes Yvette, I'm coming.”

  It must be approaching five o'clock and as much as she might have liked to stay there and continue enjoying her own pleasure, she had to get moving. After all, she could not be late arriving downstairs to greet the guests or the mystery man. Stepping out of the tub, she dried the wetness from her body with a soft terry-cloth towel.

  Taking a bottle of moisturizer, she smoothed scented cream over her legs, stroking up and inward until she reached her clitoris. Slowly her fingers massaged the still swollen mound, creating a small ache of need. More cream, and she massaged it into her breasts, rolling the nipples until they were once again erect, then down over her tummy and back up over her shoulder and down each arm, in one
continuous motion. The sensation of her hands moving over her naked skin stirred the heat within. Shaking her head to clear the cloud, and taking a deep breath she reminded herself the evening held heavenly sex, and stepped from the bathroom.

  Yvette had laid out her clothes for the evening. A black mini skirt, red silk bustier, black garter belt with hose, and a pair of three-inch heels, all intended to make heads turn.

  “You look relaxed,” Yvette said with a knowing smile.

  “Hmmm yes, I always enjoy my bath”

  “Yes I know.”

  “Any calls while I was busy?”

  “Pierre just called, sounded a little out of breath,” she smiled, “I think Cindy stayed over.”

  “I'm not surprised after last night,” Victoria laughed. “She seems to be insatiable.”

  “Sounds like Pierre will be in a good mood for a while, maybe I'll take advantage of the situation and see if I can get him to go for a threesome.”

  “Good for you, and if he doesn't want to play, just let me know and I'll arrange something,” Victoria offered with a smile. “Now let's get busy or I'll never be ready to go.”

  Yvette moved to the dressing table and they began the ritual of dressing, styling, and makeup

  * * * *

  Like a caged animal Jason was pacing the floor of his suite, the heat doing little to improve his mood or make the wait more tolerable. Remembering the look on Sam's face when he had announced he was going to Vegas was the only totally enjoyable moment he had had in the last five days.

  Having completed the application process for Club Belle Tori, he'd met with Pierre DuMonte twice to discuss this evening. After that he'd waited five days in this heat, and now with the minutes ticking by at a snail’s pace, his patience was fading fast. Jason had made the decision before he boarded the plane to give in to his desire to meet this lady, even if it did seem like Sam had set him up. He'd been searching for a life mate on his own for over two years now without success, so maybe Sam had more perspective on the issue. If nothing more came of this evening than some great sex and a few days away from the office, it would be worth it.

  He planned to give freely and completely of his passion, and if any doubt still remained about whether Victoria Lane was all Sam claimed her to be, he would put it to rest. He would hold nothing back and if fate was willing he hoped to find the fire deep in her soul and set it free. Maybe in doing so he would find his own fire.

  The ringing of the phone interrupted his train of thought. Picking up the handset he listened to the front desk clerk tell him his limo was waiting in front. He dropped the phone back into the cradle, grabbed his overnight bag and said a thank you to the room at large that it was finally time to leave.

  The limo ride to Club Belle Tori would take only twenty minutes. Relaxing into the seat, Jason poured himself a Springbank on the rocks, and watched the city pass by as they exited the strip and headed toward the distant hills.

  Pierre was waiting at the door when Jason arrived. Victoria was still upstairs, so they had time to get everything ready.

  “Hello Pierre,” Jason said as he took Pierre's hand in a firm shake.

  “Bonjour Mr. Hunter, welcome to Club Belle Tori. It's nice to see you again.” Pierre moved back from the doorway to allow Jason entry to the lobby.

  “Is it always this fucking hot in Vegas?”

  “No, it's unusual for this time of year actually.” Pierre laughed as he and Jason walked toward the club, “its cooler in the bar.”

  Once inside the softly lit room, Pierre led Jason to a small seating area and motioned him into a high-back chair. Jason took a seat among several people.

  “Let me introduce you to the staff,” Pierre said. “This is Tony,” Pierre indicated the young man sitting to Jason's right. “Tony is our bartender and all-around resident stud.”

  Tony reached to take Jason's outstretched hand, “It's nice to meet you Mr. Hunter.”

  “And you, Tony.”

  “And the beautiful ladies to your left are Sophia and Nikki. Our lovely Sophia is in charge of membership verification, and customer relations. Nikki's job is to make sure everyone has food and drink, toys and joys. Both ladies are responsible for making sure that clients want for nothing.”

  Jason stood, bowed slightly as he lifted first Sophia's hand, then Nikki's to his lips for a soft kiss. “It's a pleasure to meet you both,” Jason said in a voice dripping with sensuality. Sitting again, Jason noticed that both ladies were smiling and both seem completely unable to speak.

  “I was hoping to introduce you to Victoria's secretary Yvette as well,” Pierre stated, “However she is still in the residence at the moment so it will have to wait until later.”

  “I'm sure I will have the pleasure before long,” Jason replied, a smile lighting his eyes as he noticed both Sophia and Nikki were still staring unabashedly at him.

  “Okay kids, time to get back to your stations,” Pierre said while directing his attention to the staff. Pierre always called these three the kids, because they were all in their twenties and he at forty-seven was an old man in their eyes.

  Jason waited until he and Pierre were alone, glanced at his watch to see it was almost six, than asked, “When does Victoria usually arrive?”

  “She'll be downstairs around six, however, she won't make her entrance into the club until eight or so,” Pierre responded. “I've directed Nikki to bring you some dinner and a drink. Things will get pretty interesting from here Mr. Hunter, and of course you're free to join in the activities while you wait for Tori. All I ask is that you return to this seating area by eight-fifteen.”

  “Why is that?”

  “I don't want Tori getting a look at you until I make the introductions.”

  “Any special reason for hiding me?”

  “Not really,” Pierre responded, “I just want to see her face when she meets you, that's all.”

  “Is there something you're not telling me?” Jason asked with a note of frustration in his voice.

  “No, not at all. It's just that things are done in a certain fashion here at Belle Tori, and waiting for a formal introduction to Victoria for potential partners is one of them. It's always been this way Mr. Hunter.”

  “I'm sorry Pierre; the heat is making me testy. Of course I'm more than pleased to follow your customs here.”

  “It's okay Jason; the heat has us all a little testy, including Victoria.”

  “Any last minute advice?”

  “No, just keep in mind that Tori will be the one to decide if you stay. I'm not worried that she will ask you to leave or anything, it's just been awhile since she has had a partner, so I can't really be sure.”

  “Put the doubt out of your mind Pierre. Not only am I staying the night as Ms. Lane's partner, it's possible I will be staying for an extended period.” Jason wasn't being cocky, it was just his natural confidence coming through. He had given a great deal of thought to this evening, and if Victoria was only half what he'd been led to believe, then most likely he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

  “Strong self-assurance will only take you so far with Victoria, Mr. Hunter,” Pierre stated, a gentle laugh just below the surface of his voice. This man was going to turn Tori's world upside down he thought to himself. “But I'm looking forward to the next several hours.”

  Jason laughed out loud, filling the room with his deep tones, “As am I, Pierre, as am I.”

  Nikki arrived with the food and drink Pierre had ordered for Jason. Pierre took his leave and headed to the lobby with Sophia to do a last minute check before the rest of the guests arrived. Nikki sat the plate in front of Jason, taking a long lingering look at his handsome body, then turned and walked away, still unable to say a word to the man.

  Jason laughed again, hoping that Victoria's female staff would find their voices before long; otherwise it was going to be a long couple of hours. Lifting the lid from the plate in front of him, Jason found a thick steak cooked to perfection. A glass of Springbank
was sitting next to the plate. Jason was pleased by the attention to detail here at the Club. They had asked about his eating and drinking habits on the application, and it was nice to know they actually used the information to please their guests. He slowly began to eat as he watched the room start to fill with people. Happy with things for the moment, Jason enjoyed sitting alone in his private little corner of the club, sipping his favorite beverage.

  * * * *

  Victoria arrived downstairs at exactly six o'clock. Sophia was stationed at the check-in desk, the security alarms having been turned off, and the doors unlocked. The late afternoon sun was getting lower on the horizon, although there was little relief from the heat as of yet, and the guests started to arrive, their cars as diverse as the people. Some drove themselves; while others had limos drop them off. It was a parade of handsome men and elegantly dressed women from all walks of life. Yet they all shared a common love of sexual pleasures, all types of sexual pleasures; and they were not afraid to indulge their fantasies.

  This time of the evening was enjoyable for Victoria, talking to members who might not have been around for several months. Greeting new people and putting faces to the names on membership applications. It was as if she already knew them, and yet had no clear picture until they were announced on arrival. She played hostess in all ways, making sure each had checked in with Sophia, been assisted with their overnight cases, and shown to the bar for a drink. Pierre's job was to make sure everyone already in the club was introduced to each new arrival.

  Victoria wondered if the mystery man had arrived early. It would be just like Pierre to have him show up before anyone else so he could hide him somewhere in the mansion. Pierre had gone to extreme measures before, but nothing like this time. He had even hidden the application so she couldn't sneak a peek. Laughing to herself, Victoria decided this was actually turning out to be more fun than she would ever admit to Pierre. With a smile on her lips and a bright dazzle shining in her eyes, Victoria gave herself over to the evening.