Twisted (Dark Book 1)

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “Oh my God, Sasha!” I cried out.

  The crowd went wild cheering and clapping knowing I had reached my climax. Pulling out of her, I stood up zipping my pants for the moment. I reached to scoop Sasha up into my arms. She was such a tiny woman only about five foot three.

  “Encore! Encore!” Some in the crowd cried. I took a sweeping bow.

  “Of course. I’m far from finished! Those of you who know me know that I can go ALL night!”

  Screams from the crowd erupted. Sasha sat on the chair where I’d placed her. She looked quite dazed. I handed her a glass of water.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, please, come forward and see what Sasha has to show you.”

  “Sir?” Sasha looked at me quizzically.

  “I want you to spread your legs, Sasha, and pull your cunt open. I want them to see my come in your pussy. Spread those lips wide open with your fingers.”

  Obediently, Sasha pulled her sore pussy lips open showing them all her cream-filled pussy. Everyone looked appreciatively at her.

  “See, how beautiful she is. She was quite tight too for those who are wondering. Now, for the next act, I will need a volunteer. This time I want a handsome young man to join us. Now, this is for Sasha ONLY! There will be no man to man contact here,” I commanded. I would never have that. I was all about the ladies.

  My eyes scanned the crowd. Dozens of men lined up ready and willing to take sexy Sasha. I wanted someone that she would enjoy so I looked carefully. Finally, my eyes settled on the muscular dominant looking man with several tattoos on his arms that Sasha had been eyeing earlier. He wasn’t the clean cut business type I was, but this was about her and not me.

  “You, sir, the muscular man with the blue t-shirt, come up here please,” I ordered him as the man eagerly raced to the stage.

  “Sir, please take note that this is for Sasha not us. That being said, we will NOT have any physical contact. I am the one conducting this scene, not you. Is that understood?”

  He nodded.

  “Good. Now I’d like for you to place her on the floor. Since I’ve already had her tight pussy perhaps you’d like to fuck her tight asshole while she sucks my cock. Is that good for you?” I addressed him. He nodded squeezing Sasha’s tits before placing her on the floor.

  “Sir, what is your name?”

  “You can call me Jesse.”

  “Okay, Jesse, then let us commence ravishing this beautiful woman’s body. Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to see us fuck this gorgeous woman at the same time?”

  The crowd erupted in cheers. This wasn’t something I’d done but once or twice before. I usually didn’t like to do scenes with other men, but I sensed that Sasha wanted all her holes filled, preferably at once.

  “Sasha, is this what you want?” Normally, I wouldn’t ask a play partner that. By giving her consent to do a scene she gave me permission to do whatever I wished, but because another man was involved I wanted to be sure.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her body trembled with anticipation. My mouth went dry. I’d never done a scene in a club before with such a sexy partner. It wasn’t just her body. It was her whole attitude her willingness to experiment and to please.

  “Tell us all how you want Jesse to fuck your asshole and you want me to throat fuck you at the same time.”

  “Oh, please, Sir, I want you both!” I pulled her up off her elbows to where she was kneeling before us both.

  “Tell Jesse you want him to fuck your asshole with his cock,” I commanded.

  She turned to him. Jesse stood before her an impressive figure. He was much more muscle bound than I was. He looked as if he spent his life pumping iron. I was well defined and muscular, but this guy looked like a MMA fighter.

  “Jesse, I want your hard cock up inside my tight little asshole.”

  “Tell him you want him to stretch your asshole wide open,” I commanded.

  “Jesse, please stretch my asshole wide open with your cock.”

  I smoothed her hair and bent her back down onto her elbows.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, let us commence!” With that, I positioned myself in front of Sasha. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Jesse knelt behind her unzipping his own pants.

  “Jesse, her safe word is panther. Please be sure to listen for it if it becomes too painful for her.” He nodded.

  “Sasha, are you okay?” I whispered so only she could hear. She nodded.

  Quickly, I unbound her hands so that she could use them while sucking my cock. I nodded to Jesse to go ahead.

  With that, he spat into his huge hand and rubbed her asshole. He drug his cock across her pussy drenching it with her copious juices. He thrust his cock forward plunging deep into her ass. Sasha cried out with pleasure as he churned his cock deep inside her.

  I grabbed her head and forced my cock down her throat. I loved hearing her gag as she took me all the way into her mouth. Most women couldn’t take me all the way down so I was very impressed she could. I held her by her hair as I plunged my cock in and out of her mouth saliva oozing from the corners of her mouth. She was so unbelievably sexy and dirty fucking two men at the same time. I was so turned on I nearly came immediately. I reached to grab one of her jiggling tits as Jesse did the same. We each held a breast as we fucked her deeply. The crowd roared with applause and cheers. Jesse groaned as I’m sure her asshole was good and tight. Sasha moaned with pleasure.

  Suddenly, Jesse lurched forward.

  “Come in her asshole,” I commanded. “I want all of her holes filled with come.”

  He nodded grunting as he grabbed her tiny hips to grind even deeper into her.

  Sasha caressed my balls as she sucked me long and hard. She was excellent.

  As the crowd reached a feverish pitch, I felt my cock surge I came deep down in her throat still pumping as my cream oozed from the sides of her mouth. Jesse lurched forward groaning as he came deep inside her. Sasha cried out with pleasure.

  “Ohhhhh,” she moaned loudly.

  Cheers poured from the crowd as we pulled out of her. Sasha fell to the floor shaking with orgasm.

  Jesse and I both stood up pulling our pants up.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give this man a round of applause. How was she, Jesse?”

  “Tight, very tight.”

  Laughter came from the crowd.

  One of the club staff handed him a towel.

  “Thank you for having me. Sasha, it was my pleasure.” He took her hand and kissed it.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She blushed as the crowd cheered.

  Another club staff member held a towel out to Sasha.

  As I watched Sasha towel herself off, I felt a special tenderness toward her. When I do a scene in a club which isn’t something I often do, I generally don’t feel anything meaningful. I enjoy the lady I’m with, but it doesn’t extend beyond that. Many times, I don’t even engage in sex with them, just B & D, but Sasha was different. She was more than just a scene in a club.

  “Sasha, what do you say we get out of here? I’m done for the night. I’d like to get a drink with you,” I whispered to her.

  She nodded.

  “I’d love that, Sir.”

  “You can call me Ash now, Sasha. We’re going to be offstage.”

  Turning back, I addressed the crowd one last time.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, you have all been amazing tonight. Thank you for having me. I shall return in the future. But let’s give a round of applause for this gorgeous woman here, Sasha. She was an absolute delight, wasn’t she, everyone?”

  The crowd hollered and cheered.

  With that, I whisked her out of the club.

  Four

  Amber

  We drove for several miles going over the bridge into Long Island. The house was small, but charming.

  As the car stopped, Ayden jumped out to hold the door open for me in the same old fashioned gesture that Ash always did.

  “Thank you.” I smiled stepping from the car. My pussy
still ached from the pounding he’d given me earlier.

  He led me up the cobblestone walkway to the door.

  “I know it’s not much, but it’s home for now.” He smiled apologetically as he led me inside.

  The tiny home was tastefully decorated, but painted in rather bland hues of beige. The couch was white leather offsetting the beige tones of the walls. Despite the warmth of the stone fireplace, the house felt sterile, like a hospital room. The paintings on the walls were of various landscapes. As I walked around the house, everything seemed so impersonal like it was merely a display home. Even the bedroom, which featured a king size bed, was made with surgical precision as if no one had ever actually slept in it. I felt strangely uneasy.

  “Have you lived here long, Ayden?” Perhaps he’d just moved in, I thought. That would explain the sterile feeling.

  He nodded.

  “About a year now. I moved out here from Chicago when my mother…” He trailed off.

  I turned from the bed and looked at him.

  “When your mother what?”

  “---overdosed. She was messed up for a long time. ” His eyes glazed over as he glanced out the window.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry.” My heart ached for him. My own mother had recently passed away due to alcohol poisoning.

  “No!” he replied sharply. “She was a fucking drug addict.”

  “Oh,” I whispered.

  He continued to stand staring out the window. Rain had just begun to fall. It pelted the roof loudly.

  “Ayden, may I use your restroom please?”

  He gestured towards the small room off of the bedroom.

  Locking the door behind me, I noticed how sparkling clean the bathroom was. There were two small hand towels lined up precisely next to each other on the silver towel rack. The bathroom was completely white. Just like the rest of the house, it was odor-free lacking scent of any kind. Quietly, I opened the medicine cabinet. There was one toothbrush in there barely touched. A bottle of cologne without a trace of its scent anywhere. There were several prescription bottles as well.

  “Amber, are you okay in there?” He began to rattle the doorknob. I quickly closed the cabinet and washed my hands. Again, the soap was scent-free.

  How odd, I thought. There wasn’t any noticeable scent in the house anywhere.

  “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a second.” I dried my hands on the towel next to the sink.

  As soon as I unlocked the door, he pushed past me directly to the towel rack. He straightened the towel I’d used until each towel was precisely even.

  I swallowed hard as I watched him. Why in the world was he doing that?

  As I stood staring at the precision of everything in his house, Ayden slipped in behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders spinning me around.

  “You must think I’m mad, Amber.”

  I shook my head.

  “No, I’ve just never seen someone so precise before. It’s just…different.”

  He nodded with a smile. His smile made me feel more at ease.

  “You see, Amber, I grew up in chaos. My mother bounced us around from town to town from boyfriend to boyfriend. I never knew from one week to the next where I’d be living or where I’d be going to school. I suppose my affinity for neatness comes from my trying to make sense of it all.”

  I laughed.

  “That’s a very enlightened view, Ayden.”

  He waved his hands chuckling.

  “I’ve had a lot of therapy over the years, can’t you tell?”

  His laughter filled me with relief. I’d started to think I’d wandered into a serial killer’s den.

  “I’m sorry you had so much trouble when you were young, Ayden.”

  “I’m fine now. Water under the bridge, you know? Now let’s see, where did we leave off?” He swept me into his arms for a passionate kiss.

  I melted against him as his mouth met mine. I’d never felt such a connection with a man before. He was strong and sensitive everything I’d ever wanted. I allowed him to do as he would with my body.

  That night and many more to come….

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  For the first two years, Ayden was the most charming, loving man I could have ever imagined. He brought me roses nearly every day and whisked me off to weekends in a seaside cottage in Maine. Everything was magical those first few months. The sex was outrageous even bordering on obscene as Ayden slowly introduced me to his sexual proclivities, which included his desire for dominance.

  I had always been submissive sexually so his preference for dominance was a great match for me.

  As Ayden started revealing more and more of himself to me, I began to notice a disturbing pattern. One that I was initially reluctant to see. Our scenes would begin hot and sexy and then quickly escalate into something darker….

  Ayden’s strongest preference was for Daddy Dom/Little Girl play. It turned me on more than I thought it would. Ayden usually liked to buy me little sexy outfits himself, but tonight I thought I’d surprise him.

  I donned the short dress I’d purchased from a fetish website for Ayden. It was a blue frilly little girl type dress that barely covered my ass. It come with tiny lacy panties and the top pushed my breasts up dramatically. I knew Ayden would love it. I wore lacy little girl socks with my five-inch stilettos.

  As soon as Ayden came home, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

  “Is Daddy pleased with his Princess?” I asked, twirling my hair which was fixed in low pigtails.

  “Very much!” Ayden swept me up into his arms.

  Ayden ran his hands up my long legs. He couldn’t stop grinning.

  “Oh, Amber, I’m so happy you’ve taken to this.”

  “It’s Princess, remember, Daddy.” I nodded at him twirling the end of my pigtail around my finger thrusting my breasts out.

  “Of course, Princess.” Ayden smiled. He looked so unbelievably handsome with his dress shirt halfway unbuttoned a touch of his sparse chest hair showing.

  “Come here and sit on my knee, Princess.”

  I sashayed over to him and squatted on his knee. Purposefully, I pressed my pussy against him. I hoped he could feel how wet I was through my tight panties.

  “Daddy loves Princess’s big titties.” Ayden’s hands groped my breasts.

  I squirmed on his lap as he tugged on my nipples through my dress until they tingled.

  “You dirty little girl,” he moaned, rubbing his hands up my legs.

  “Daddy, I’ve been a naughty little girl. I think I need to be punished.” I pouted looking at him. I rubbed my hand against his unshaven cheek.

  “How so, Princess?”

  “I haven’t reminded you to shave. Now you’re all scruffy.” I pouted loving how sexy he looked after several days without shaving.

  “No, you haven’t, Princess. How shall I punish you?” He traced his fingers over my low cut dress darting them in and out of my pushed up cleavage.

  “Maybe make me feel your rough face against the soft skin of my sweet little pussy?”

  He nodded then pulled me to him.

  “Not yet. First, I want you to rub that dirty little cunt of yours. Slide your hand into your panties and show Daddy how you get yourself off. Once you come soaking those panties then I might lick that little pussy.”

  Eagerly, I slipped my hand into my panties. They were quite small on me and super tight. My fingers slipped over my wet, aching pussy. Ayden squeezed my tits as I rubbed myself furiously. I dipped my fingers into my tight pussy fucking myself in and out. In no time, I felt myself coming drenching the panties.

  “Good girl. Now lick your fingers clean.”

  Slowly, I licked each finger clean tasting my own salty sweetness.

  “Very good, Princess. Take off those panties and get on your knees.”

  I slipped down to the hard floor awaiting further instructions.

  Ayden unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing, huge cock. The head was decorated with droplet
s of shining precum. I longed to lick it off.

  “Now, Princess, I want you to spread your fucking legs pulling up your dress so Daddy can see your pussy.”

  Spreading my legs wide, I squatted on the floor aching to hold his cock.

  “May I suck your cock now, Daddy?”

  “Yes, Princess, you may. I want to hear you fucking gag on it.”

  I took his hard cock in my hand and stuffed it into my mouth. It was huge so wrapping my lips around it wasn’t easy. I slowly took him all the way down my throat gagging as I did so. My pussy was dripping wet as I licked the length of his shaft slowly just like I knew he loved.

  “Good girl,” he murmured thrusting his cock further into my mouth. I lapped at the precum at the tip of his cock reveling in its sweet taste. My hand gripped the base of his cock as he held my head.

  Suddenly, he began to drive himself deeper down my throat. I could scarcely breathe and tried to pull back. He only pushed my head down harder holding me fast to his groin. I couldn’t scream the safe word and could barely moan. I started slapping at his thighs to get him to stop. I felt my eyes bugging out as I couldn’t breathe. Panic began to set in as he kept face-fucking me.

  Finally, he relaxed his hold on my head allowing me to remove my mouth. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth dripping onto my breasts.

  “Ayden, that hurt! I couldn’t breathe!” I coughed falling back onto my ass.

  “It’s Daddy to you, Amber. Now get back here and finish me off.”

  I began to stand up. This wasn’t okay with me. He’d violated our rules.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Amber? Get on your fucking knees.”

  “I couldn’t breathe, Ayden. That’s not part of our---“

  He delivered a hard, stinging slap to my cheek spinning my head to the side. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.

  “I said finish me, Amber.”

  Stunned, I didn’t know what to do. Was he still playing in character? What was going on? He’d never struck me in anger before. Tears stinging my eyes, I turned away.

  Immediately, Ayden wrapped his arms around me kissing my neck.

  “Daddy would never hurt Princess. Sometimes Daddy forgets how big his cock is. Just take it easy, Princess. I want you to swallow Daddy’s come.” Ayden softly rubbed my bruised cheek. I swiped the blood from my mouth. Maybe I had been overreacting. He must’ve just been in play mode.