Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  “I need to jerk off.”

  “Try to hold off. Drag it out if you can. Trust me, it will be better if you do.”

  “Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to the wall.

  “I want you to rub the palm of your hand across the tip of your cock. Make sure to spend some time on that nerve bundle. Really tease the flesh there.”

  His strokes started off smooth and steady. Tegan tried to match the rhythm of his strokes with the teasing of his ass. She ran her hands along his back, down across his ass cheeks to the backs of his thighs. She would then run her nails up the reverse trail, smiling as he moaned.

  “I can’t hold out much longer.” She could tell he said the words through clenched teeth.

  Damn, she was just starting to enjoy herself. Oh well. Maybe another time.

  “I want you to grab your cock nice and hard. Now start stroking. Don’t you dare stop until you come.”

  He groaned his appreciation and did exactly as she said. She wasn’t quite ready to stop playing yet. Rather than continue on doing what she’d been doing, she reached around and cupped his balls for him. From this angle, she was able to easily rub her thumb across his balls, pressing and teasing the sensitive skin as he got himself off.

  She pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder, licking the salt from his skin. “You’re so fucking hot like this. Dressed up in red, sweating and grunting as you jerk off. You’re making my cunt wet. I need to find someone to fuck now before I explode. That’s it. Harder. I want to hear how good it feels for you.”

  With a roar, he threw his head back and came. The wetness of his come turned the red silk almost black. He continued to pump himself until he collapsed against the wall. Tegan was fit to be tied...or to tie someone, she was so turned on.

  It would be easy to join him. Reach between her legs and get herself off with little effort. With her gaze on the softening bulge beneath the dress, she did exactly that. He hummed as she lifted her skirt and pressed her fingers against the thin fabric of her panties. It took an embarrassingly short time to pull an orgasm from her body. The rush of pleasure heated her skin and sent a shudder through her.

  Sapped of energy, she pressed her back to the wall a short distance away from him. “Fuck. That was hot.”

  He chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Though I have to say, I didn’t think a woman would ever get off on me doing something like this.”

  “Are you kidding?” Reaching out, she thumbed the hem of the dress. “While I can’t say that a guy who’s into cross-dressing had ever turned me on before, I know I’ll have to explore this a bit more. You were so...” God, she wanted to find the right word. Needed to put this right so he knew she wasn’t making fun of him. “You were so uninhibited. When I first saw you, I could tell there was nothing sexier in the world to you than what you were doing.”

  “I’m not gay.”

  “I didn’t think you were.”

  “That’s good. I had a girlfriend once who found out about this. She dumped me, then tried to set me up with her gay cousin.”

  “Bitch.”

  “Yeah, he was. Had a kick-ass wardrobe, though, so I put up with it for a while.”

  They looked at each other for a moment before laughing. She got the feeling that she was starting to outstay her welcome. Struggling to her feet, she paused long enough to push Stephen’s fringe from his eyes. “Thank you for letting me share this with you.”

  “It was my pleasure.” He looked down at his crotch. “I hope they just throw this out and don’t bother to try and clean it.”

  “I bet you could take it home with you if you asked Paul.”

  “Now there’s an idea. Thanks...”

  “Tegan.” She leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “See you around.”

  Tegan goes into the orgy room.

  Tegan goes into the fucking-machine room.

  Tegan goes into the wax play room.

  Tegan goes to the dungeon.

  Tegan finds Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Clothes Make the Man

  Go Back

  Tegan was more than a little surprised to see racks of clothing lining the walls of the room. This was certainly new, and she could see the appeal to many of the club’s members. Cross-dressing was a common enough thing, but to have access to the outfits, not having to risk bringing something from home and chancing someone seeing them, well, that was amazingly insightful.

  The room didn’t currently look busy, so she went in to explore. The racks were divided up by clothing type. Leather and PVC was along the side wall. There was a bench where you could sit down and try on a series of boots and high heels thrown together in piles. Clearly, someone had been searching through them, trying to find something.

  On the opposite wall were several long coats on pegs high on the wall. Leather, cotton, puff, silk robes, just about anything Tegan would want to wrap herself in. She walked over to an old overcoat, the smell of wool and leather giving her a pleasant tingle as she lifted it from its hook and slid it over her bare arms. A quick glance in the mirror told her that the look was far from flattering. Not that she cared. This was about the slide of the silk lining against her bare skin, not about being some sort of fashionista.

  The sound of a soft moan had her looking over her shoulder. No one. Frowning, she returned her attention back to the racks, and went in search of other fabrics.

  There seemed to be two distinct areas of clothing—men’s and women’s. The female section had more than the male, though she knew this had more to do with the appeal to the cross-dressing men of the club and less to do with the female members. Though now that she knew this was here, she could imagine one of the Doms bringing her up and picking out her outfit to wear while they played for an evening. Yeah, that would be a lot of fun.

  Three sundresses had been half pulled off the hangers and were dangerously close to falling into a heap on the floor. Her need to clean kicked in and she went over to right the garments before anything happened. The second her fingers touch them, they slipped to the floor, pulling a curse from her. She’d been distracted just enough that she didn’t notice the man behind the clothing rack right away. It was the sound of his moan that had her gasping, stunned at the surprising sight before her.

  He was middle-aged and one of the most handsome men she’d seen in a long time. His brown hair was stylishly long, curling down around his ears and flopping across his forehead. Surprised brown eyes were locked on to hers, but he didn’t try to hide what he was doing. Somehow, he’d been able to squeeze his large biceps and muscular body into a red silk dress. His cock was a hard pole between his legs, tenting the silk as he rubbed his hands along the outside of his shaft.

  Tegan hadn’t known a man who enjoyed dressing up in women’s clothing. Really, it was a fairly vanilla kink compared to some of the other things that went on in the club. Despite her time at Mavericks, she’d never had any time with a cross-dresser. There was something arousing about watching him get off on the feel of the fabric. When he realized she wasn’t going to run off or tease him, the man closed his eyes once more and began to stroke himself through the dress again.

  Fuck, he was hot like this.

  Dropping to her knees, she knew she wanted to be a part of this moment. How could she not, with him looking so lost in the sensations? She reached out and ran her hand along his bare leg, pushing the hem of the dress up so the silk teased the inside of his thigh.

  “You like how that feels?” She made sure to drag her nails along the skin, increasing the sensations assaulting him. “You’re making the silk wet with your cock. All that pre-come is getting soaked up.”

  His cock wasn’t the only thing getting wet. Tegan’s pussy had taken a great interest in the proceedings and she found it hard not to squeeze her thig
hs together, trying to increase the pressure against her clit. No, this wasn’t about her. Slipping into Domme mode, Tegan knew she could make this even better for the man than it currently was.

  “I want you to get up on your knees.” She gave the inside of his thigh a squeeze. “No coming until I say.”

  She probably should have asked if he was interested in a play partner before she’d begun. But by the way he scrambled to comply with her order, he didn’t seem to mind the intrusion. Tegan smiled and ran her nails down his pecs.

  “Good boy. How long have you been in here stroking your cock?”

  “I have no idea. A while now.”

  “Are you ready to come?”

  He nodded quickly, his head appearing to be on a spring. “Yeah. I want to come hard, but this feels too good to stop.”

  “I bet you do. You want to shoot your load all over the inside of that dress, don’t you? You want to feel it mix with the silk, rub it against your skin.”

  The man moaned and reached for his cock. Tegan gave his hand a playful slap, just enough to pull his attention back to her.

  “I’ll make this better for you if you listen. Okay?”

  This time he paused a moment longer before nodding. “I don’t want to wait.”

  “You won’t. Not too long, at least. I can see you’re going to rush through this though. You don’t want to shortchange yourself, do you?”

  “No way.”

  “Good. The first thing I want you to do is turn and face the wall. Brace yourself with one hand while you cup your balls through the dress with the other.”

  He didn’t move as quickly or as gracefully as some of the submissives Tegan had played with over the years, but then again, that wasn’t his thing. It took him a moment to get into the position she’d mandated, but the moment he touched his balls he moaned.

  “What’s your name?” She ran a hand down his back, pressing a finger between his ass cheeks and rubbing the silk across his hole.

  “Stephen.”

  “Do you like the way the silk feels against your balls, Stephen?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s smooth. Soft. It makes me tingle.”

  “I want you to slide your hand up your cock now. Don’t squeeze yet. Go all the way to your head.” He complied and she felt him shudder beneath her hand.

  “I need to jerk off.”

  “Try to hold off. Drag it out if you can. Trust me, it will be better if you do.”

  “Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to the wall.

  “I want you to rub the palm of your hand across the tip of your cock. Make sure to spend some time on that nerve bundle. Really tease the flesh there.”

  His strokes started off smooth and steady. Tegan tried to match the rhythm of his strokes with the teasing of his ass. She ran her hands along his back, down across his ass cheeks to the backs of his thighs. She would then run her nails up the reverse trail, smiling as he moaned.

  “I can’t hold out much longer.” She could tell he said the words through clenched teeth.

  Damn, she was just starting to enjoy herself. Oh well. Maybe another time.

  “I want you to grab your cock nice and hard. Now start stroking. Don’t you dare stop until you come.”

  He groaned his appreciation and did exactly as she said. She wasn’t quite ready to stop playing yet. Rather than continue on doing what she’d been doing, she reached around and cupped his balls for him. From this angle, she was able to easily rub her thumb across his balls, pressing and teasing the sensitive skin as he got himself off.

  She pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder, licking the salt from his skin. “You’re so fucking hot like this. Dressed up in red, sweating and grunting as you jerk off. You’re making my cunt wet. I need to find someone to fuck now before I explode. That’s it. Harder. I want to hear how good it feels for you.”

  With a roar, he threw his head back and came. The wetness of his come turned the red silk almost black. He continued to pump himself until he collapsed against the wall. Tegan was fit to be tied...or to tie someone, she was so turned on.

  It would be easy to join him. Reach between her legs and get herself off with little effort. With her gaze on the softening bulge beneath the dress, she did exactly that. He hummed as she lifted her skirt and pressed her fingers against the thin fabric of her panties. It took an embarrassingly short time to pull an orgasm from her body. The rush of pleasure heated her skin and sent a shudder through her.

  Sapped of energy, she pressed her back to the wall a short distance away from him. “Fuck. That was hot.”

  He chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Though I have to say, I didn’t think a woman would ever get off on me doing something like this.”

  “Are you kidding?” Reaching out, she thumbed the hem of the dress. “While I can’t say that a guy who’s into cross-dressing had ever turned me on before, I know I’ll have to explore this a bit more. You were so...” God, she wanted to find the right word. Needed to put this right so he knew she wasn’t making fun of him. “You were so uninhibited. When I first saw you, I could tell there was nothing sexier in the world to you than what you were doing.”

  “I’m not gay.”

  “I didn’t think you were.”

  “That’s good. I had a girlfriend once who found out about this. She dumped me, then tried to set me up with her gay cousin.”

  “Bitch.”

  “Yeah, he was. Had a kick-ass wardrobe, though, so I put up with it for a while.”

  They looked at each other for a moment before laughing. She got the feeling that she was starting to outstay her welcome. Struggling to her feet, she paused long enough to push Stephen’s fringe from his eyes. “Thank you for letting me share this with you.”

  “It was my pleasure.” He looked down at his crotch. “I hope they just throw this out and don’t bother to try and clean it.”

  “I bet you could take it home with you if you asked Paul.”

  “Now there’s an idea. Thanks...”

  “Tegan.” She leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “See you around.”

  Tegan goes into the orgy room.

  Tegan goes into the fucking-machine room.

  Tegan goes into the wax play room.

  Tegan goes to the dungeon.

  Tegan finds Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Fucked if You Do

  Go Back

  Tegan stepped into the room the farthest down the hall and stopped dead in her tracks. She’d been around the bend more than a few times since joining Mavericks a few years ago. She’d seen and used more variations of toys and tools than most people could even list. There were only a few things on her list she’d yet to try.

  One of which was currently being used on the girl lying on the bed before her.

  “Ah, we seem to have company.”

  She hadn’t noticed the man standing at the end of the bed, but her gaze snapped to him the moment he spoke. He wasn’t exactly the picture of a Dom she was used to seeing, but clearly he was the man with a plan. Leaning against the bed frame, he looked as though he was browsing at a store, rather than standing over a naked woman. His brown hair was slicked back and matched the image that his loose T-shirt and jeans projected.

  “This is Isobel.”

  “Well, hello, Isobel. I’m Tegan.”

  He patted the woman’s naked stomach. “She’s been a bad girl and needed to be taught a lesson. I thought coming here tonight would give me lots of options. I was pleased to have found this gem.”

  Tegan found herself moving forward to get a better look at the machine that was fucking Isobel. Her legs were strapped open, leaving her pussy exposed to the thick dildo that was bein
g fucked into her in a slow, steady pace. Isobel had a gag across her mouth, muffling the moans of pleasure that slipped from her.

  “You can come closer and look.” The Dom grinned, running a hand down his face. “Izzy doesn’t mind.”

  The machine itself wasn’t anything too intimidating. The base was on a stand at the foot of the bed, secured in such as way that there was no danger of it falling off or moving if it was jolted. Isobel’s pussy was glistening and Tegan could smell her arousal as easily as she could see her hardened nipples.

  What a unique sort of torture it would be, your body outside of your control and at the mercy of another. Pleasure being inflicted upon her, orgasm after orgasm, until her world blacked out. Tegan wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle something like this. Well, maybe if she was with the right Dom. Someone who would take care of her when everything was over. Someone who cared enough to do this with her in the first place.

  “How many times has she come?” She ran a hand across Isobel’s stomach, catching her gaze for only a moment before looking back at the Dom.

  “She’s up to three now. I was just about to turn the machine up another notch when you came in. I bet she’ll get to number four pretty fast.”

  Holding up a remote control, the Dom thumbed a knob, instantly increasing the pace of the dildo. Isobel moaned and struggled against her restraints in vain. There was nothing she could do to stop the bombardment of sensations, the steady buildup of pleasure, whether she wanted it or not. She watched fascinated as Isobel began to buck her hips in time with the machine.

  “Ah, there she goes.” The Dom squeezed her knee. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  Isobel bowed her back off the bed as far as she could, given her restraints. The screams that came from her couldn’t be contained by the gag. Tears streamed down her face, to slip onto her body.

  To have that level of pleasure forced upon her body, God, Tegan couldn’t imagine what it would be like. Intense for certain.