“Jesus, that was fucking good. Are you sure this is your first time?”
Tatum quickly jumps off the bed like a woman on a mission and heads toward the bag I brought. I came prepared. My elbows rest on the mattress as I sit up, curious about what she’s up to. Her finger slowly unzips the bag, and she peruses the options I brought for us.
“I’ve definitely never done that before, but I liked it. I like being in charge. I like owning someone else’s pleasure. I think that’s my real fantasy, but I was never comfortable enough to take what I wanted with the men I was with,” she confesses.
“If that’s what happens when you take control, then I’m happy I can be here for your fantasy. Don’t think that my head won’t be between your legs before we leave this room. I want to feel what you felt, especially after I watched you be set free like that. I’m going to lick your pussy till every bit of control you have snaps.”
Tatum blushes as she looks over at me.
“Don’t get shy on me now. I can’t wait to know what you taste like.”
“Okay…”
I rise from the bed and move to stand behind her. I trail my fingers down her back, needing to touch her. “That comes later. Don’t lose your footing now. I believe you were about to pick a toy to use next. How do you want me, Tatum? It’s your time.”
She picks a strap-on and holds it up for me to see with a question in her eyes. I shake my head at her—not because I won’t let her fuck me with it, but because she’s already closed back up.
“If you want to fuck me with that, you’re going to have to tell me and not ask me.”
She smirks, and the spark within her returns. “Go stand, facing that wall.” She points and her tone demands that I obey. “Hands up against the glass, legs spread.”
I follow her orders. My breathing fogs the mirror as I think about how exposed I am right now. Is someone just on the other side?
She pushes against the arch of my back, and my body presses against the cold glass, which makes my nipples harden. Tatum tests and teases my entrance, and then her fingers are replaced by the strap-on she’s wearing. She grabs on to my hips and pushes inside me.
She moves, and I moan. She rocks, and I quiver. She thrusts, and I fall apart.
Tatum fucks me from behind. My body presses against that wall until I can’t take any more. She demands pleasure from me as she slaps her hand against my ass, causing my eyes to go wide and my breath to catch. I hadn’t expected that, but I fucking liked it.
We get lost in one another. Lost in the sex, the freedom, and the addiction of this place.
I’ll never be the same again.
I’m not sure how long we’re in there, but frankly, I’m a little surprised no one has come for the room.
Tatum had her way with me for quite some time, and then it was my turn. I licked her pussy, and she screamed just like I promised. I tormented her with a vibrator long enough for her to go mad, denying her the fall until she couldn’t take it anymore.
We fuck like animals until my body is sore, and my brain is mush.
Tatum avoids eye contact with me as she secures her skimpy lingerie back in place.
“Are we okay?” she questions with more than a hint of strain in her voice.
“Yes, we’re good. How could we be anything less than good after that?”
She finally looks my way. The shy girl has taken back over her body. “We’ll be okay when we leave this room, though?”
“Yes, Tatum. We’re fine,” I say with a bit of exasperation. “I licked your pussy, and you licked mine. I’d say we’re closer than ever.”
“You taste like apples.”
“Apples?” I laugh.
“Yeah, I don’t know. It’s the closest thing I can compare it to. Sweet and lush.”
I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts, and tears burst from my eyes. “Well, you’ve certainly lost your demure disposition.”
“Sorry. I’m inappropriate. I always have been. I say whatever comes to my mind.”
“Well, Tatum, don’t ever censor yourself for me. I love that refreshing demeanor.”
Callen
I’m not a complicated man when it comes to sex. My dick goes in any of three holes in a woman, and I’m happy. Simple enough. Yeah, some sex is better than other sex. No man likes a dead fish beneath him, but even that’s better than nothing. However, I do intend to put my membership to Utopia to good use while I’m in town. What male wouldn’t want to see what this place was all about?
I walk down the hallway that showcases the not-so-private lives of the people occupying each room.
I come across a chick letting six guys all take turns with her. Currently, two men have her in an Eiffel Tower, simultaneously filling her ass and pussy, while another man stands on a chair and forcefully fucks her mouth. The rest yank on their dicks, surrounding the scene. It’s an interesting sight, but that’s way too many cocks for me to have to stare at for long.
I keep walking until I come across a couple. She lies on her stomach with her wrists and ankles bound to the bed, and the man licks her asshole. It seems pretty tame, so I move on. I want to see what else is going down within these rooms.
In the next room, a woman flies solo with a plastic dick coming out of the wall and into her ass while she holds a massager to her pussy. Her sultry, aroused cries penetrate through the glass barrier. I linger longer in front of this room until I notice the attention of the people around me is being drawn a few rooms over from the one I’m at now. My feet move toward where everyone else is flocking.
Immediately, I see why.
Two girls lie on a bed. The tiny one with crazy hair is eating the other girl’s cunt like the best dessert known to man is between her legs. The girl with a mouthful of pussy moves her head frantically, like she’s deathly afraid to miss one drop of her partner’s sweetness. The other girl hands over her pleasure as she cries out, and her body spasms. She’s definitely no dead fish. That’s clear when she thrusts her pussy up into the other girl’s face and boldly fucks her mouth.
All their inhibitions are down, and the sight is completely raw. These girls have captured everyone’s attention, including mine.
They have some conversation while the rainbow-haired girl checks out a bag on the floor. Then, the blonde follows orders like a provocative soldier, coming to stand right in front of me.
My mind goes to all the things I could command her to do. I imagine her bending to my will as I fuck her every way that I please. I will fuck this woman.
Her blonde hair is wild, and I’m sure it was made even more so by her time spent on her back. Thick curls go in every direction.
I’m face-to-face with her, but she can’t see me. Bright hazel eyes stare back at me as her friend pushes her against the barrier between us, and her tits crush against the glass, giving me a show. Every one of her labored breaths and each gasp and moan that leaves her lips funnels through the glass.
My cock riots, begging for her. This woman has awoken something purely primal inside me. I have a basic need to fuck her. A new obsession develops. The type of woman who fucks in this kind of place would let me do anything I wanted to her.
Suddenly, my very simple idea of being sexually satisfied seems a lot more complex. Maybe I’m not as easy to please as I thought. Sex with an ordinary woman will never be the same again, and I haven’t even touched this girl.
I find myself hoping that she is not an actual lesbian. My dick would be heartbroken if she strictly loved pussy. However, I don’t think that’s the case for either of these women. From my point of view, I’d guess they are experimenting. It’s in the way they touch each other that tells me this is a first for both of them. There is an awkward unfamiliarity in the way they engage. It’s only slight, but it’s definitely there, hiding between their intense sexual desires.
Her friend fucks the object of my new neurosis from behind, and she fully gives herself over. Her jaw hangs slack, and she begs for more right before me.
She is spanked and fucked for longer than I’ve ever sat, watching porn. The girl with the strap-on comes alive with power. Her eyes glaze over in a trance as she lives out her wildest fantasy, and my untamed girl gets off on giving her that power.
They try new positions, and even with the wall between us, the scent of their sex wafts through the air. Pussy overtakes my senses as she makes her come. Her face in this moment is thrilling. I will own that look from her, and she’ll come harder on my dick than she ever could on some plastic fucking dildo.
It’s her sex that infiltrates my senses.
I will fuck this girl.
They switch roles, and the girl with the rainbow hair becomes the receiver. She’s a lot more uncomfortable in this position, and she never really lets go like her friend did, which is a shame. Still, she comes, and she comes hard, but I can tell she doesn’t have the same high she did when she held the control.
I barely blink while they go at it. I’m an addict out here, being forced to stand with everyone else, desperate for a hit.
And so, when it’s over, I wait outside their room like a fucking creep. Everyone else mostly clears the area, but I stay right where I am so that I’m the first person this girl sees after what she’s done in that room. As they exit, now fully covered in long trench coats, I block the blonde’s path. Her friend looks nervous to face anyone outside that room and shies away from me, but the blonde smirks with knowing confidence.
“Enjoy the show?”
The tone screams rhetorical, and the haughty scratch to her throat is indicative of a woman who was just deeply satisfied. I don’t miss the way her eyes give me an approving sweep.
“I’m Callen Bailer.”
“So you are.” She sidesteps, attempting to leave me behind.
I just can’t let her walk away, so I grab her by the elbow. “Where are you going?”
Standing on her toes, she stretches up and gets in my face. The scent of pussy on her mouth reaches me, and all I want to do is lick her friend’s cum off her lips.
“Wherever I want. I’m fucking free.”
“At least tell me your name, Little Bird.”
“I’m Rylan Pierce, and I’m not interested in being chased. If you want something, then you’d better find the balls to take it. You haven’t taken your eyes off my mouth since you introduced yourself. Why is that?”
Challenge accepted.
Right there in the hallway full of people, I grab her by the hair and open her up to me, crashing my lips to hers and fucking her mouth with my tongue. Her body vibrates as she moans into our kiss. The flavor of pussy fills my own mouth, coating my tongue. Her hands grip my neck as I deepen our first kiss. It won’t be our last. I’m sure of it. I will own this girl’s body until she’s ruined for any other man or woman to come after me.
She pulls back from my touch, ending our kiss and slowly licking her lips just inches from my face. She smirks while pushing me back before sauntering off down the hall, away from me, in her tall pink fuck-me heels.
“Bye, Callen. I’m sure we’ll see each other again. Glad you have a pair of balls.”
Rylan tastes like heaven with pussy smeared all over her lips, but it’ll be even better with my cum filling her throat.
Rylan
Aria,
Remember that time we got into a food fight with cake batter in my kitchen? The room was a mess and stayed like that for days. My mom showed up from a bender three days later and thought she had made the mess herself and was too fucked up to remember.
The memory is on my mind because I made cupcakes the other night with Tatum. I’ll never replace you, but I do hope, one day, I can make happy memories again, ones that aren’t tainted with the history of my past. I think Tatum could be the person to help me accomplish that, and I think you’d like her. She’s quirky, and she dances to the beat of her own drum.
Anyway, I’m supposed to be meditating, but I’d rather procrastinate with you instead. My anger management counselor said it’s a healthy tool to help me control my rage, but I’m not so sure it’s the outlet I’m looking for. I’ll keep you posted.
I miss you. I love you almost as much as ice cream.
Rylan
I end another letter to my faraway friend. Our connection is important to me, no matter how much distance separates us. It’s always been the most important thing in the world to me. I’m supposed to shut off my brain when meditating, but with all the excitement lately, I’m not sure how to do that.
Last night at the club, I felt more like myself than I ever have in my adult life. Being in that room, knowing all eyes were on Tatum and me, made my skin crawl in the best of ways. It was electrifying. Just thinking about touching and being touched by a woman makes me wet. The man who conquered me with his tongue afterward wasn’t bad either. That one kiss from him almost rivaled the rest of my night. Almost.
I try to push that all away as I sit cross-legged on the floor. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be meditating on, but I try to force everything out of my head. I take deep breaths like she instructed and exaggerate pulling the air into my lungs and exhaling toxic shit out. I count the beats of my pulse. My eyes close tight, and then I peek them open. I can’t decide what to do with my hands, first resting them on my legs and then stretching them over my head.
Where’s my mind? Miles from fucking land—that’s where.
I’m all over the place. I have no idea what I’m doing.
I last about two minutes before I try to recite the states in alphabetical order.
Fuck this. There is a far better way to clear my head.
I get in my car and head for the club.
The dim lighting and vibrating music calms my soul better than meditating ever could. I study the people around me in the lounge for a while. Lovers tenderly touch one another, and strangers link up for the first time right before my eyes. Masters direct their pets around on leashes, and slaves lie at the feet of their owners. Some people linger alone, like me. The club is filled with a collection of eclectic sexual beings.
A whisper near my ear sends tingles throughout my body. “Hello, Rylan. You can’t seem to stay away from this place, can you? People might start to talk.”
“Let them talk.”
Callen sits next to me and runs his hand up my jean-covered leg. His hair is more slicked back compared to the last time I saw him. He must not have been running his hands through the dark strands as much today. His light skin contrasts the dark beard that covers his jaw. The hair on his face is thick but neatly trimmed.
Reluctantly, I drag my eyes away from his lips and meet his gaze. Eyes, the color of honey, stare me straight on. His cocky bravado hints at his wicked intentions, and the way his smirk lifts leaves me wondering about all the dirty things he wants to do to me.
I cross my legs and hope for friction when I think about us together. Being the forbidden temptress could be fun for a night. An idea rolls into my head for just how to keep him on his toes.
“Where is your friend?” he asks while looking around the lounge.
“Why? Were you hoping for a threesome? You couldn’t handle us.”
“Judging by the way you keep shifting, it seems as if you want to test that little theory of yours, Little Bird.”
His hand rises higher against my leg, and I no longer try to hide the friction I’m attempting to create. I put my hand on his chest and pant against his neck.
“Why do you call me that?” I choke out.
His other hand wraps around my neck, and his thumb pushes against my windpipe.
“I want to fuck you. I will fuck you.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I thought the answer was too obvious. I want you to fly under my touch. Come to the back with me. I’ll relieve the itch you’re trying very hard to scratch on your own.”
His hand rests between my legs, and he holds on, as if he owns my pussy. He’ll have to do better if he wants to make this bird fly.
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br /> “Go get us a room. I’ll meet you in the back.”
Callen’s lips seal against mine, and my world tilts. It’s amazing how much power he exudes in a simple kiss. He alternates between nipping and sucking on my bottom lip while his thumb continues to stroke my neck with slight pressure. He rubs circles between my legs over my jeans, and my mind reaches that place I couldn’t achieve with meditation. I am completely subdued by his touch. He pulls back, leaving my lips swollen and wanting more, and stands to get us a room.
Not wanting to sit and wait, I grab my bag and walk through the back. When I come across the first viewing room, I take a seat on the couch. A man and woman engage with one another on the other side of the wall—one in diapers and playing with toys while the other hovers paternally. Age play is one of my hard limits. Nothing about diapers or me or my partner behaving like a child turns me on, but I still watch the scene playing out. Curiosity gets the better of me even if I won’t ever want to try this particular fetish.
I’m pulled from the couch right when things start to get…interesting. It seems Callen is very eager to get me into a room. I bask in the knowledge of how much he craves me while he drags me to whatever room he’s gotten for us. He unlocks door number two, and a little bit of my excitement leaves. This room is very similar to the one I shared with Tatum but without any added flair. It would almost be the same as fucking in the seclusion of my own home.
“You picked a private room. That’s boring.” I pout while dropping my bag to the floor.
“I want you all to myself.”
“Not so fast, hotshot. You have to work for it. Just because I like sex, it doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for you. Prove to me how bad you want me.”
He advances toward me with confidence in his step. His eyes laugh at his perceived absurdity in my demands. His fingers wrap around my wrists in challenge. His lips press against the pulse of my neck, and his hips press into me. “You said you wanted a man with balls. Now, you what? Want me to beg? I’m not interested in being jerked around. I will fuck you tonight, and you’ll enjoy every second.”
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