A Gentleman in the Street

by Alisha Rai

  Another woman neared the stage, fingers working the knot of the robe she wore. Before she climbed the steps, she slipped it off her shoulders, baring her naked body to the crowd. Her ass was round, her big breasts jiggling with her fidgeting as she came to rest, standing in profile to them. A sigh rose from one viewer, while another growled appreciatively.

  “The naked woman is Tess,” Akira whispered. “Pretty, yes?”

  No doubt, the blonde was sexy, but… “Not as pretty as you,” he whispered back, and caught her fleeting smile out of his peripheral vision.

  Zoe stalked around Tess in a circle, teasing her by stroking her flanks, her hair, her back. She paused, standing behind Tess, fingertips on that full ass. Her hand snapped back, the loud noise cracking through the silence. The blonde gave a choked-off cry, her ample flesh jiggling from the blow.

  Akira shifted. “Is this too much pain for you?”

  “What?”

  “You said your hard limit was…”

  “Severe pain.” Not this, the slap of flesh against flesh. Would she spank her again? His fingers curled, pressing into Akira’s resilient thigh.

  Zoe tapped Tess’s hip and the girl obediently shifted, turning so her soft body was facing him and Akira directly. For a brief second, he made eye contact with Tess before her lashes fluttered down. A well-built, good-looking man melted out of the shadows to join the duo. He was already naked, his cock hard. He stood passively beside Tess, but there was no mistaking the expression on his face when he looked at the taller woman. Love. Heat. Worship.

  “That’s Zoe’s husband,” Akira confirmed.

  The man stroked Tess’s nipples while Zoe tugged on her hair, arching her neck. She placed her lips close to the younger woman’s ear, but her voice carried through the room. “If you’re not quiet,” she said, as if she were explaining something to a small child, “I will make this painful. Do you want it to be painful?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “Smart girl.” She turned her narrow gaze to her husband. “Do you have the clamps, David?”

  “Of course.”

  “Good.” Zoe pressed a kiss on Tess’s shoulder and nodded at the plain wooden chair set in the center of the stage. Head bowed, the girl walked to the chair and sat down.

  Zoe tilted her head, a sly smile on her face as she stared at her husband. “Put them on her.”

  David sank to his knees, his mouth honing in on one nipple and then the other, using his teeth to pull the tiny nubs out so they stood farther away from the girl’s body.

  Tess cried out when the first clamp closed around her nipple. She squealed with the second.

  Zoe closed her hands over the girl’s shoulders, holding her steady, or perhaps comforting her, Jacob wasn’t sure. “The third one, David.”

  Tess opened her eyes, and they gleamed. A single tear worked its way down her cheek, which would have concerned Jacob if not for the frustration and excitement obviously visible on the young woman’s face. “Where does the third one go?”

  Zoe’s laugh was low and a little mean. “I know this is your first time playing with us, Tess, but you’re no innocent. Open your legs.”

  “Oh, but…” Her long lashes lowered, her flesh quivering. “I don’t know if I’ll like that. Won’t it hurt?”

  “In the best possible way. Come now.” Tess nodded to David, who wasted no time in spreading the girl’s legs, exposing her pink, wet pussy to everyone in the room.

  A breathy moan drifted over from the couch to his left. Attention diverted, Jacob glanced over to find the couple there locked in a passionate kiss. The woman was straddling her partner’s lap, her back to his front, legs arranged over his. His hand cupped her cheek, turning her head so he could claim her lips. The woman’s legs were bare, her lover having shoved her dress up, his other hand moving between her legs.

  “I told you—Zoe loves audience participation. Even if the people are only participating with each other.”

  Jacob jerked his head back around, the sudden movement and the voyeuristic excitement making his head spin. Akira smiled her shark’s smile. “Had enough yet?” she asked, her low voice taunting him.

  Dick aching, he leaned in, her flowery scent twining around him. “Not even close.”

  “Her clit isn’t hard enough,” David complained on stage.

  Zoe ran her finger over the other woman’s cheek lovingly. “So make it hard.”

  David stuck his tongue out and prodded the little nubbin. “Like this?”

  “You can do better than that.”

  He raised his hand and lightly slapped at Tess’s pussy, wringing a wild cry from her. David spanked her clit again. Then again. Tess writhed in the chair, restrained by Zoe’s grip on her shoulders.

  “Do it now,” Zoe said sternly.

  David landed a final blow and lowered his head, drawing her erect clitoris into his mouth for a quick suck. When he drew away to attach the metal clamp, Tess screamed.

  On an academic level, Jacob understood clamps and the purpose behind restricting blood flow to increase pleasure, but the metal glinting at the woman’s nipples and clit seemed torturous. “Do you use those?” he asked Akira.

  “No,” she responded.

  He nodded, but she continued. “Mine are gold. With little diamonds on them.”

  There went his heart again, galloping off. He knew the question would feed into her impression that he was an innocent, but he had to know. “What do they feel like?”

  She cast him an amused glance, turned, and picked something up off the side of the table. “Do you want to find out?”

  He could barely talk, he was so aroused. “You keep nipple clamps lying around?”

  “On nights like these…yes.”

  “You are an excellent hostess.”

  “So I’ve been told.” Her hand smoothed down his chest, and she nodded to the tableau in front of them. Tess was still crying, but she didn’t look miserable. Her color was high, her passion palpable. Zoe knelt next to her, stroking her hair, her arms, her breasts, while David remained between her legs, his head cushioned by her plump thighs, running his hands over her skin and rubbing his face against the light curls covering her pussy as if he were incapable of getting enough.

  Akira shifted beside him, and her fingers coasted over the upper slope of her breasts, which were overflowing from the tight corset. “Answer me. Do you want to find out?”

  He cast the clamps a dubious look. “You want to put those on me?”

  “If you’re curious, I can.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes. But I like it.” With one tug of her bodice, her breasts popped out in all their round glory, her light brown nipples puckered. She wasn’t large, but she was firm. He could easily spend hours mapping her softness and roundness. She teased the hard tip with her fingers, tightening and compressing the tip so it was hard and long. Matter-of-factly, she snapped the clamp closed, her slight gasp his only clue that it affected her.

  Black eyes met his. “Now you?” The words were rich with challenge.

  He wet his lower lip and leaned back against the couch. She moved over him so she straddled one of his splayed legs, not blocking his view of the performance. “Keep watching,” she breathed.

  As if he could look away. David gave a teasing lick to Tess’s pussy before he stood. “She was very good,” he said to Zoe in his gravelly voice.

  Akira popped open the first button of his shirt. Then the second. The third.

  Zoe petted Tess’s hair, like she was a fond pet. “Indeed. Shall we reward her?”

  “Yes. Please,” Tess sobbed. “I’ll do anything.”

  “She talks a lot,” Zoe said consideringly. “I think we can find a better use for that mouth, don’t you?” She grabbed Tess by the hair, the controlled strength in her grip a marked contrast to the gentleness of her previous touch and tone. “On your knees.”

  Jacob jerked when Akira’s hot mouth latched on to his nipple. She bit, sucked, fl
icked her rough tongue against him. His head fell back, and he stared at the vaulted ceiling. He slid a hand around her neck and tried to hold her there, his hips arching up when she scraped her teeth over the sensitive tip.

  She pulled away. Before he could protest her departure, cold metal kissed his nipple. There was a second of sharp pain as the clamp shut, and he groaned, forgetting to modulate his voice. “Holy shit.”

  A low male chuckle from the couch next to them told him his outburst had not gone unnoticed. He would’ve minded, except his head was swimming with pain and pleasure. “God damn it, Akira.”

  “Shh,” she soothed. “It’s getting better, isn’t it?”

  It was. The pain had lessened to a dull throb. He glanced down at his body, now adorned in gold and diamonds. More arousing than the sensation was the sight of the coordinating clamps compressing their flesh.

  Her breasts rose and fell. “What do you think?”

  “It’s…interesting.” Testing her, he rubbed his thumb over her clamped nipple, delighting in the way her lids fell to half-mast and she stretched toward him.

  “That feels good.”

  “Does it?”

  “Mm-hmm.” She matched his motions, gently tugging at the clamp. His thighs tightened as pleasure and pain shot through him. “See?”

  She leaned forward so they were chest to chest, and kissed him. Their lips turned carnal, both of them too aroused for anything but the basest of kisses. Her clamped nipple brushed against his, and they moaned into each other’s mouths.

  She pulled away, her eyes having lost the watchful, challenging expression she’d gifted him with most of the night, replaced by pure need.

  Something uneasy within him calmed at the sight of her obvious lust. He had craved this like he craved that special smile from her. Confidence bloomed within him, and he crushed the wispy fabric of her skirt, pulling it out of his way until his hand could wrap around her ass.

  He used his grip to grind her pussy against his thigh, her wetness hot even through his slacks. She gasped and clung to him, her eyes shutting before they snapped open. “Wait. No. You keep doing this.”

  Her words were so low he had to lean forward to hear her. His thigh muscle inadvertently jumped, and she clutched his unbuttoned shirt. “Doing what?”

  Akira shook her head, a determined glint replacing some of the lust. “Nothing.”

  It didn’t sound like nothing. But all thoughts flew out of his brain when Akira scooted closer and pressed her chest against him again. Her tongue slicked up his neck. “What are they doing on the stage?”

  “Akira…”

  “Talk.” Her tone brooked no disobedience.

  Jacob struggled to focus. His hands were filled with a woman he’d wanted for too long, his body in sweet agony, so it was—no pun intended—hard. “She, Tess…she’s on her knees.”

  Akira traced his ear. “What’s she doing on her knees?”

  “Trying to suck…” He hesitated.

  Akira’s slender fingers flicked his clamped nipple, and he bit off a curse before finishing his sentence. “Trying to suck David’s cock.”

  “What’s stopping her?”

  “Jesus, Akira.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Zoe’s holding her by her hair. She can’t move.”

  David slapped his cock against the girl’s lower lip, teasing her. Zoe leaned over the woman. “If you suck him very well, I will let you be fucked. And you can come,” she said to Tess sternly. “But if you do not, then I will send you home unsatisfied. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Tess whimpered.

  Zoe wrapped her hand around her husband’s dick and jacked it until a drop of precome appeared on the tip. She guided Zoe’s head closer until her lips enclosed the thick girth. Zoe was the one who controlled the motions and the depth of the action. With one hand she played with David’s saliva-slick cock, the other was still gripping Tess’s hair.

  “How is she, darling?” Zoe crooned.

  “Not as good as you,” David rasped.

  “Did you hear that?” she asked Tess. She fondled her husband’s balls. “Deeper. Choke on it.” She urged the woman’s face farther until she gagged, gave her a respite, and did it again.

  A thought popped into Jacob’s brain. He shifted and opened his mouth to speak, but then hesitated.

  “What?” Akira asked quietly.

  She was studying him as intently as he watched the action on the stage. “How long have they been married? David and Zoe?”

  She pushed his shirt aside so her teeth could worry his shoulder. “High school sweethearts.”

  They were in their late thirties, at least. A long time. “He seems as comfortable up there as she does.”

  “They’re well suited to each other.”

  Was that a trace of wistfulness he heard? He tightened his hold on her, but her head remained bent, tasting the skin of his neck and chest. “Do you think they ever get jealous?”

  She froze and glanced up, her eyes wary. “No.”

  His blood was pounding so hard his head ached in concert with his dick, but he was intrigued by the forceful response. “You’re that certain?”

  “Maybe he’d be jealous if she secretly went out to dinner with another person. Not here, darling. Not with this. Pleasure is fluid and meant to be shared.” She paused. “But, that’s an attitude most people don’t have. I can’t imagine you, for instance, would be okay with your girlfriend or wife having sex with other people.”

  His heart stopped and then galloped at the words “girlfriend or wife.”

  He thought what life would be like if Akira was his girlfriend.

  Dear Lord. It would be loud and dramatic and frequently annoying, but never boring. They would fight all the time. Laugh all the time.

  Fuck all the time. Whenever he wanted.

  Could he share her sexually? If she was his partner?

  His gaze shifted to the debauchery over her shoulder. Zoe stood behind Tess now, her legs straddling the girl’s as she bobbed the woman over her husband’s cock. David groaned, his gaze drifting back and forth between the woman on her knees and the woman he was married to. As Tess bottomed out, he leaned forward and grabbed Zoe by the neck, bringing her in so he could kiss her. As their lips parted, Jacob caught a tangle of lips and tongue and teeth.

  Jacob pulled Akira closer. “I might.”

  “Might what?”

  He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth. Let it go when she sighed. “Might be okay with sharing my girlfriend or my wife. If I was there. If I was a part of it. If she was sharing with me.”

  A tremor went through her, so slight he would have missed it if he weren’t hugging her close.

  “You’re just saying that.”

  He nodded at the scene on the stage. “I’ve fantasized about that. About two women…”

  “Worshipping your cock?” She gave a soft snort. “What man hasn’t?”

  Despite her dismissive words, her hand wedged between them, right on his fly. He breathed a sigh of relief when his dick was released from its prison, the air-conditioned coolness of the room a welcome relief on his heated flesh.

  She leaned back and was silent for a few heartbeats, staring at his cock, her hand barely encircling its thickness. She moved her hand up to the flared head and then down to the base. “I didn’t get a good look at you in your car.”

  He had never given his size or the appearance of his cock much attention. It was a part of his body, one he had occasionally resented and cursed over the years when it wanted something his brain objected to.

  But the way she was looking at him, the way she sounded as she held him, made him glad for whatever it was about him that pleased her.

  “You’re so big.” She traced the veins. “So gorgeous.”

  He raised an eyebrow, vaguely discomfited by any part of him being called gorgeous. But hey, if she liked his cock, he was more than happy.

  “Poor baby,” she crooned, and
squeezed him. “You should have said something earlier. I bet this hurts.”

  “It does.”

  A triumphant, challenging smile lit her face. “Let’s see what we can do about it.” She turned her head in the direction of the couch next to them, where the couple had been kissing, and nodded once, regal command infusing her. “Jessie, can you come here for a second? I need a hand.” Her lips lifted. “And your mouth.”

  A beat later, the pretty redhead crawled over. Her pupils were dilated with lust, a flush covering her skin. “Gladly.”

  “Akira…” He said her name because he was too excited to verbalize anything else.

  She misinterpreted his utterance, however, as protest. “You said you might be okay with sharing. Don’t you want to find out?” Her smile was tinged with resignation. “Or say the word, and we can opt for something a little less extreme.”

  He could say it, and she would back off. He glanced at the redhead, and at her date watching from the sofa, massaging the bulge in his pants, barely visible in the glow of the lighting illuminating the stage.

  He turned back to Akira. Sweat collected at his hairline. Coming here had been a big step for him, but this…this was the pivotal moment, the second he either folded or went all-in.

  Jacob nipped her lower lip, and then laved it. “I want to find out. Give me my fantasy.”

  Akira’s narrow nostrils flared. In a flurry of red and orange chiffon, she came to kneel on the couch next to him. There were no introductions made. Akira merely held his cock up for the other woman and nodded. Without another word, Jessie’s lips closed around his cock and she swallowed him, her throat working. His hands fisted as he tried not to shout, to pull the audience’s attention away from the stage. Though it would be difficult for them to even notice him, he realized with a single glance around the room. Everyone was making their share of noise, the scene on the stage proving far too inspiring to most of the viewers.

  Akira slipped off the couch and pushed at his legs to make room. He spread them wider to accommodate both women, his mind spinning. This was overstimulation of a kind he had never before experienced.

  He loved it.

  Akira stroked Jessie’s hair, and the girl eased up so Akira could also play, and then he had two tongues lapping his cock. A hand—he wasn’t sure whose—fondled his balls, pulling and teasing them.