Not that one could tell, Leigh thought. But didn’t say it. He was sincere and kind, and despite his mistakes, he meant well. Jonas wanted the best for her and was giving it as well as he knew how.
“Thank you, Jonas. Really. I can’t thank you enough.” The car started moving, and Jonas changed seats, now facing forward next to Leigh, and still holding her hand. “So the boat is there waiting for us too, I take it.”
“Yes,” he said, the usual wicked grin making another appearance. “But we’re not going back yet.”
“Jonas…”
“Nope. The night’s still young. Plenty to do before we sleep.”
“I’ve already fulfilled a fantasy for the night, thank you.”
“Not the one I promised you.”
“What to you mean?”
His expression changed, like he expected her to understand something obvious.
“I promised you public sex. That back there, that was public, sure. But it was masturbation, with a little finger play through in. Doesn’t count as sex.”
“Oh, God. Jonas, you’re not running for president here. Can we just go back--” she almost said home, then pulled back. “..back to the ship and have a nice, sexy, comfortable evening, just the two of us? Please.”
“We will. Later. Now let me do this for you, honey. Please.”
Leigh sighed. Her mood was definitely not suited for public sex, particularly since she had never had the courage, or opportunity, to do it for real. No matter how good the thing at the auction had been, or how much she wanted more back there, now was not the time.
Then she noticed. Jonas called her honey.
Despite how loving and caring he always was towards her, he never called her by anything other than his name. Not once, not even since he’d brought her to his ship. Yet now, he called honey.
Leigh liked that.
“Fine,” she said, making a show of how not fine it was. “But let’s make it quick, alright?”
“That’s entirely up to you,” he told her.
Despite his claim that they weren’t headed back to the ship, they seemed to be traveling towards the harbor. A couple of miles before they got to it, however, the car took a detour, and soon after they were in front of a large gate. The car stopped, and she could hear the driver say something, presumably to the intercom or the security man. Whatever was there, she couldn’t see it from her seat. The car moved immediately, passing the gate.
“Jonas, can’t we just… turn back?”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s been amazing so far, yes, but… Isn’t this a bit too far?”
“You don’t even know what I have ready for you yet.”
“Right, but… I don’t know…”
He turned to her, caressing her face and her hair. “Leigh. You said you trusted me. Do you still? Really?”
“Yes. I trust you, you know I do.”
“And what did you promise me at the beginning of all this?”
Leigh sighed. “That I was yours for the duration of whatever.”
He smiled. “’Whatever’. That’s right. ‘Whatever’ is not done yet. You’re still mine. Right?”
“Right.”
“Good.” He sat back, relaxed and apparently content. Leigh couldn’t figure out why.
The car parked soon after. Jonas immediately got out through his door, but this time Leigh didn’t wait for him to open hers, and got out of the car before he could get to her.
They were in front of a mansion, as big as any Leigh had seen. And since becoming part of the Pusher’s Club, she’d seen a lot of them. The style was classic, but it was either new or recently renovated.
“Oh wow. Is this yours?”
“It is for tonight,” he said, putting his arm around her waist as they both climbed the marble stairs that led to the main door.
Jonas knocked on the door. It opened immediately, and on the other side of it was a dead ringer for Batman’s butler. He didn’t say anything, just let them in and nodded once as they passed. Both Jonas and Leigh responded in kind as he closed the door behind them.
The entrance hall was enormous. It was big enough for any of the usual Pusher’s Club parties. It boggled her mind that this was merely the connection point to the rest of the house.
“Seriously,” she said, “who owns this place?”
“A friend of mine called Mike, I don’t think you know him. He had it made for himself and his girl, then decided he wanted some other extravagant thing and tried to sell this. No one bought it for what he asked, so now he rents it out to friends and acquaintances.”
“Jesus.”
As they walked, their footsteps echoed across the hallway. Finally, they came to an entrance covered in velvet drapes. Jonas pulled a velvet rope hanging by. A bell rang, and two men appeared. Beautiful men, with amazing bodies and huge, yummy cocks.
Leigh knew that because they were completely naked. Aside from their bowties, that is.
Her pussy clenched. For a while, she had thought she was done getting wet for the night, but she definitely wasn’t. Those guys were hot.
“Is everything set?” asked Jonas.
“Yes, sir,” said one of the beautiful men, the blonde one. “All is as you requested.”
The men opened the drapes and the wooden door behind them. Jonas and Leigh walked in, followed by the naked men.
“’All is as you requested’. Jesus, who talks like that?” She laughed.
“You don’t like it? I thought it would give a certain ambiance.”
“It gives something, but I’m not sure ambiance is the word for it.”
He smiled, a bit like a child.
The room, surprisingly, was merely an antechamber, leading to another wooden door, this one taking up a significant chunk of the wall.
“Alright,” Jonas said. “I’ll need you to take off your clothes now, please. It’s time to fulfill tonight’s fantasy.”
For a moment, Leigh was confused. Her eyes darted from Jonas to the naked men and back. Did he expect her to strip in front of them? Have sex with Jonas there? Or something else entirely?
Jonas must have sensed her hesitation, because without a word, he came closer, put his arms around her, and held her close. He gave one look to the naked men, and they left the room. Leigh didn’t see where they had gone, her face was buried in Jonas’ shoulder.
“I don’t want you to feel like this,” Jonas said. “If I told you just a bit of what’s happening in the other room right now, would it help? Would it make you feel more comfortable?”
“I honestly don’t know,” she said. “But I guess it can’t hurt. And I admit, I’m damn curious.”
“Alright then. You know how some people like to have parties where they exchange partners, or just go wild and everyone fucks everyone else?”
“I know what swingers and orgies are, Jonas. Don’t patronize me.”
“No, no. I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just meant that’s not what’s going on in the other room at all.”
“No?” She looked at those beautiful brown eyes, hoping to be able to see if they were lying to her. Not that she could be sure, because as far as she knew, he had never lied to her. “Are you positive?”
“I am. Now, there is some sexual play involved, sure, but that’s not it.”
“Okay then. What kind of play?”
“Well, some people come with their partners and fuck. Others don’t fuck anyone at all. Most of them, even the ones that do fuck, just come to watch. To get off on other people’s pleasure.”
“Oh.” In truth, that wasn’t much different that what they had already done at the auction. Yes, that wasn’t a specific venue for that kind of play, and that made it hot. But truth be told, the idea of a place or event just for watching or being watched was a turn on in and of itself. And Leigh was feeling it.
“Does that make you more at ease?” Jonas asked.
“Can people touch? I mean, the ones th
at do fuck. Can people touch them?”
“No. Not unless it’s something they explicitly say they want, or if they invite you over. Otherwise, it’s strictly looking. Of course, there’s lots of self-touching going on, or touching their partners, as you’d imagine.”
She grinned at him. “So… You’ve been to a few of these?”
He shrugged. “A few. Came with Brock a couple of times.” Leigh laughed, and he clarified. “I mean we both attended the event together. We have similar tastes, so…”
“I see. Similar. Should I expect to wake up on his ship one of these days, too?”
“Nope. He loves you, but you and he are family. It’s different.”
“I know, silly. I got to ask… Is he here now, though? Because that I don’t know if—”
“No, no. Don’t worry. He knows what we’re doing, he’s clearing off. Trust me, it would be weird for him too.”
Heat rose to Leigh’s cheeks.
“Does he… Did you tell him about… You know… The fantasies?”
“No. Of course not. He knows what I wanted to do to you, but your confessions to me are yours and mine alone.”
She felt herself relax, and he let her go.
“So.” He snapped his fingers, and immediately the naked men reentered the room. “Take off your clothes. But leave the jewelry on. And your shoes.”
Leigh felt flustered again. She undressed slowly, her eyes on Jonas the whole time. One of the naked men came over, and Leigh eyed him intently, but all he did was pick up her dress, and both men left the room again.
“Come,” Jonas said as he took Leigh’s hand. They walked towards the big door, the only sound the heels of her shoes on the marble floor.
Each of the doors had an opening covered with a small curtain. Jonas peaked through one, and Leigh did the same through the other.
Beyond the walls was a huge ballroom, all white and cream marble, with brown petal-like patterns on the floors. There were people everywhere, all in tuxedos and nightgowns. The effect was both simple and beautiful.
“So, Leigh. Shall we do this?”
She smiled. “Let’s go inside.”
Jonas knocked.
Two other naked men, just as hot as the first two, opened the door for them.
Leigh got a better look at the room. There was a mezzanine above them, circling the room. It had a perfect view of the floor below, and as such it was also full of people, just as elegantly dressed.
Both on the mezzanine and on the floor, several people were on large ottomans and chaises longue, but most were in a circle around the room, so as to get a good look at the center. The people above also had their focus on the center of the room. The exceptions were the naked waiters, walking around with champagne trays.
They walked in, and all eyes turned to them. Or rather, to her. For a moment she was embarrassed, but she felt Jonas squeeze her hand, so she held her head and strode towards the center of the ballroom, proud of her femininity on display.
Her steps were slow and deliberate, and with each one, she found herself enjoying their lustful eyes more and more. They wanted her. She could see it in their expression. They wanted to fuck her, but they never would. So they would be content on watching her fuck Jonas, and would enjoy their pleasure, adding their own to it.
Warmth grew between her legs.
There was something in the center of the room. It wasn’t a chair nor a couch, not exactly. It was more like a sofa shaped like half a cello turned to its side. It was a sex couch. She’d seen pictures of one of those before, of course, but had never actually tried one.
Her mind raced at the possibilities, and the waves of lust coursed through her body. She looked at Jonas. She wanted him so much right now. To fuck him, to ride him, to be ridden by him. To be filled by his cock anywhere and everywhere, to feel it deep inside her, all over. And she wanted everyone to watch. To watch, and to squirm, and to get off, and to be jealous of her or of him, and to love every second of it. And so would she, and she couldn’t wait to get started.
That’s when she realized that aside from the waiters, she was the only one naked. Including Jonas.
She sat on the concave part of the chair, and pulled him over to her. Surprisingly, he resisted, but she ran her hand over the bulge in his pants, and he relented. He was hard as hell, and Leigh licked her lips.
She undid his fly and pulled out his hard staff. It pulsed with excitement. Leigh grabbed it and jerked it hard. Jonas moaned. She wanted to take it slow, to tease him and gradually get to business. But he was too turned on already, and truth be told, so was she. Neither could wait, so she didn’t, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.
“Oh, God,” he said as she moaned, then started taking him further and further down her mouth as she cupped his balls. Then she grabbed his buttocks, and slowly pulled him towards her, taking his cock all the way into the back of her throat.
“Shit! That’s so amazing, God!”
She held back the gag reflex, and kept him there for a few seconds. Then she let his cock come out, now drenched in her saliva, and blew him like it was the best treat of her life. She wasn’t sure it wasn’t, in fact.
His hand went to the back of her head as she blew him hard and fast, moaning all along. He tasted amazing, and she could feel her tongue spreading his precum over his shaft.
Suddenly, he pulled out.
“Wha—” she said.
“Alright, you had your fun. Now it’s time for the fantasy.”
“I thought…” She looked around. Everyone was watching with lust in their eyes. Some were already touching themselves or a partner. A few even had their cocks or tits out, and every single one of the waiters was sporting a huge hard on. “I thought this was the fantasy.”
“Not yet,” he said as he took two steps back and snapped his fingers. Instantly, all the waiters lined up in front of her.
“Take your pick”, Jonas said.
“Wha—what?”
“Choose. Pick two men. They’re all yours.”
A shiver crossed Leigh’s spine, and not the good kind. Yes, sex in public was hot as hell, and her body certainly still reflected that. So was the idea of a threesome, which she had always wanted but had never tried.
But sex with total strangers? That, she wasn’t comfortable with. At all. Particularly adding the public threesome side of it to the mix.
Leigh clenched her fists, and said nothing.
“Leigh? Is something wrong?”
Jonas still had his cock out. If anything, he was harder than before. Her eyes went to the line of naked men. All of them were fit and attractive. Some of them were just her type, some were just close enough. They were all the kind of men that would draw her eyes across any room. Jonas knew her well.
She would trust him. For now. She lifted her hand and pointed at one of the waiters that had initially greeted her when she arrived.
“The blond one.”
The blond man smiled from ear to ear. He looked at Jonas before doing anything, though, and got a nod towards Leigh as an answer.
He walked toward her, still smiling. When he stopped, his prick was mere inches from Leigh’s face. A drop of precum dangled from his glands, and Leigh felt the urge to lick it up and taste it, yet didn’t move.
His hand ran gently across her cheek.
“You’re tense.”
She nodded.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
Leigh forced a smile. He got on his knees and kissed her, gently at first. Then his tongue started probing. His touch was warm and firm, but far from rough. He was a good kisser, too, and she found herself letting go, returning his kiss with her tongue and wrapping her arms around the blond stranger.
The nervousness had subsided somewhat, replaced by hot anticipation. His hands felt good as they ran all over her body. She answered in kind without thinking, feeling his arms and torso. He was as firm as he looked, his muscles tense and his skin [???] at her touc
h.
He got up and gently pulled her by the hand, getting her out of the sex couch. When she stood, he laid down on hit, his body perfectly fitting the couch’s curves.
His hard cock pointed up, invitingly.
Leigh looked around. Everybody was still watching, still getting off on what was happening. Some people actually egged her on. Jonas was sitting down, his cock still out.
“Go on,” he mouthed at her.
The blond waiter’s cock was still waiting for her. The drop of precum was now slowly running down his shaft.
Leigh bent over and licked it. He moaned loudly.
The drop was tasty, and she wanted more, so her tongue went up towards his tip, licking him there until she could feel his erection tremble at the touch of her tongue. Then, looking him in the eyes, she enveloped him with her mouth.
“Aw yeah,” he said as she ate him up, “you’re doing a great job, Miss, you really are.”
‘Miss’. For a moment, the rekindled notion that she was fucking a perfect stranger almost drew her out of it. But only for a moment.
Leigh jerked him off with her lips a bit more, then stopped. She was here, she was doing it. And hell, she was enjoying it. A lot. So she might as well make the most of it.
She turned her back on the blonde man, and with one fluid movement threw her leg over him. His glands touched her lower lips. She was so wet that all she had to do was sit down and he slipped all the way inside her immediately.
She almost screamed with delight.
There were no thoughts anymore. Only need, the need for that hard cock to fuck her deeper and deeper, harder and harder, again and again. She wanted him, that blond man she had never met before. But not just him.
At a distance, Jonas was touching himself, enjoying the show. Instinctively, Leigh reached out to him, her hand trying to get a hold of him despite the distance. He saw it, and smiled.
Leigh smiled too. She hoped he got it. That he wanted him to join her, to share her pleasure, to fuck her even better than the blond man.
Instead, Jonas looked at another naked waiter, and nodded towards Leigh. The waiter smiled giddily, and strode towards the sex couch.
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