by Celia Styles
“It’s…it’s a whip.”
“Yes, it is. And I’m going to use this whip on you. For every five strikes you can take, my assistant here…” he gestured to Oliver, who was positioning himself in front of me, on his knees, his soft mouth adjacent with my aching pussy, “will allow you some oral relief. Does that sound agreeable?”
“Y-yes…” I stuttered, my breath coming in short bursts as I felt Oliver move closer, close enough that I could feel his hot breath on my pussy lips. The thought of his mouth on me, there, was almost too much to bear.
“Good.”
And with that, I felt a snap of the whip as it came down, hard, against my right nipple. I let out a cry, the shock of pain soon morphing in to pleasure as my nipples both hardened at once. I had never done anything as dirty as this, and it felt sensational.
“Good girl, Rachel. Are you ready for more?”
I couldn’t verbalise anything through my arousal, but nodded desperately, keen to feel the snap of the whip against my exposed flesh. And it came again, and again, and again, soon reaching us up to the five I needed to earn Oliver’s mouth on me.
“Oliver, you may proceed.”
I looked down just in time to see Oliver hungrily lean forward, a desirous look in his eyes, and press his mouth into my pussy. I threw my head back and let out a long, luxurious moan as I lost myself to the feeling, his tongue making long, gentle licks from the bottom of my slit to the top of my pussy, before he buried his tongue against my clit, gently sucking and lapping as if he hadn’t eaten for days. His hands found my ass as he pulled me even further against him, groaning as he did so, sending the noise deep inside me. I could already feel an orgasm building somewhere deep inside of me.
“That’s enough,” Eric’s voice cut through my reverie, and Olive pulled his mouth away, leaving my pussy feeling empty. “Oliver, come here.”
Eric pulled Oliver to his feet, and kissed him, deeply- seeing these two men sharing the taste of me on their lips was practically making me drunk with desire. Their tongues explored each other, letting me act as voyeur to another moment of intimacy between the two. Eric pulled back first, licking his lips. “She tastes good. I envy you, Oliver.”
Just like that, there was a knock at the door. What? My scalp prickled. Oliver looked at Eric, then walked to the door, not bothering to throw on any clothes. He opened it, and I heard a familiar voice.
“Um, hi, I’m sorry, but I was just wondering if my fiancée Rachel was here?”
Oh God, it was Vic! I cringed. How the hell did he know I was here?
“There is a Rachel here, but she’s no-one’s fiancée. Oh, and she’s kind of busy getting fucked by two men who actually know what they’re doing, so, run along, why don’t you?” Oliver’s tone was as snarky as I always wished I could be, and I heard Vic try to protest before Oliver slammed the door in his face and walked back over to us.
Oliver sank back to his knees again as Eric raised the whip. My body was ready for it now, and the sharp thwack-thwack-thwack came down-on my arms, across my breasts, on the insides of my parted thighs- in waves of movement, sending more shockwaves across my heaving body. I could feel it growing inside me, that pressure, building, in the deepest part of my body; I needed a release. When Oliver salaciously spread my lips open with two fingers, allowing him direct access to my swollen clit, my entire body wanted to crumple with pleasure, to fall against him, but I was still restrained. Oliver slowly inserted a finger into me, slipping his digit in and out of me, pressing playfully against my g-spot, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take it much longer. Or so I thought- he pulled off me, and the waves receded once again. The pain of the whip matched with the exquisite pleasure of Oliver’s oral pleasure was almost more than I could stand as I squeezed my eyes shut.
It was Eric who stood in front of me now, as I managed to drag my weary eyes open. “Are you close, Rachel?”
“Yes,” I gasped, desperate for some relief.
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you now.”
Relief exploded over me, my body crying out to be filled up, as Eric began unbuckling his pants, releasing his considerable erection. Oliver was still knelt beside him, his mouth open, panting, my wetness still glistening on his lips. Eric placed a hand behind his head, and guided his mouth onto his erection; I had never seen a man go down on another man before, but it was hotter than any straight sex I’d ever seen- the way his tongue sucked and licked at his head before engulfing him as far as he could down his throat. I squirmed, my breath coming out in soft groans as my arousal reached fever-pitch levels.
And then, like that, he was inside of me, his strong body pressed up against mine. I let out an unbridled yell as his cock spread me wide open, his erection stretching my pussy in the most pleasurable way imaginable. He bit hard into my shoulder, and I looked down to see Oliver dutifully sucking and licking on his balls as he fucked me. The thought that I was helping to service this gorgeous man, and able to watch happily as his boyfriend took care of his balls, was all I needed to shove me, almost violently, over the edge and into orgasm. I wanted to wrap my legs and arms around him, but settled for letting out a guttural cry as my orgasm tore through me, my pussy clenching as my climax crested and burst, sending shuddering waves through my entire body. I panted, trying to catch my breath as Eric continued to pound his way inside of me.
Then he pulled out of me, guiding Oliver’s head back on to his cock. “Yeah, clean me off, taste her sweet pussy. Feels good, doesn’t it?” I heard Oliver’s muffled agreement, still barely conscious after my mind-boggling orgasm.
By the time I opened my eyes again, Oliver was standing behind Eric, his arm wrapped around his stomach, just as Eric plunged into me once again. I cried out, barely able to take this renewed assault, as Eric did the same- and I realized that Oliver was fucking him in the ass. Fucking a pair of guys was one thing, but watching two gorgeous men in the midst of pounding, sweaty, euphoric sex was beyond anything I had ever dreamed of.
Oliver had begun to pick up a pace, sinking his fingers into Eric’s hips and thrusting hard and fast. And Eric was sliding in and out of me, pressing one thumb against my clit and moving in small circles as he did so.
“Come for me, Rachel. I want you to come for me.” Eric snarled, sinking his teeth into my already-abused nipples. And that was it- I was spiralling again, lost on the crest of another breath-taking, universe-ending orgasm. My body clenched as I felt Eric finish inside of me, leaning deep into me as his cock twitched and exploded in me; and, judging by the noises Oliver was making, he had reached his climax too. We slowly, carefully, slid in and out of each other a few more times, before peeling ourselves apart, my body still tied tightly to the board behind me, all my muscles aching.
It was Oliver who broke the silence. “Well, I’m sure glad we’re staying here for a full week.”
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Taken by Two Tango Dancers
By Celia Styles
Chapter 1
“Roni!”
“Hmm?” Roni looked up from her computer to find three of her friends—and co-workers—crowding the entrance to her cubicle. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears and stared at them. “What?”
Jane laughed. “We’ve been trying to get your attention for five minutes! What are you so engrossed in?”
“I
t’s YouTube,” Callie, one of the other girls, said. “She’s watching those dance videos again.”
“You’re obsessed,” Sue—not only her co-worker, but her roommate—said.
“I’ll admit that,” Roni said, her gaze moving back to the computer screen. “Who wouldn’t be? The tango…it’s so elegant, so beautiful. And Nicolás is so—”
“Oh, God, stop her now,” Sue said. “If you don’t, she’ll go on about his virtues for the rest of the day.”
The others laughed, but Roni just shook her head.
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“We’re missing lunch is what we’re missing,” Callie said, tossing Roni’s bag at her. “Come on, let’s get out of here before one of the supervisors begins to think we’re volunteering to work through lunch.”
Roni reluctantly logged out of the computer and followed, slipping her bag over her shoulder. She tried to pay attention to the conversation going on around her—something about the new head of personnel—but her thoughts were still firmly wrapped around Nicolás Aguirre. He was…she had never seen a man who was more beautiful, but so masculine…She came across him quite by accident. She took a dance class in college—just as an attempt to fulfill her physical education requirements without having to run—and she was horrible. They learned everything from ballet to tap to the mashed potato. Roni hated the class and was glad when it ended.
But there was one dance that just seemed to speak to her soul.
The tango.
The instructor brought her husband in one afternoon and they danced the tango in an attempt to inspire the students. Most of the other students spent the five minutes it took them to perform checking their email or working on assignments for other classes. But Roni was fascinated. She couldn’t take her eyes off of them.
It was so beautiful, the way their bodies worked in perfect sync with one another. And the way he touched her, his hand resting lightly on her back, then sliding over her abdomen…it was like watching two lovers indulging in an erotic display of foreplay. By the time it was over, Roni was head over heels in love with the dance.
Ever since, it’d been her secret indulgence. She searched the internet almost daily for videos of couples dancing the tango. That’s how she found Nicolás…she just stumbled onto one of his competition videos one day and she was hooked.
Nicolás Aguirre was one of the world’s premiere tango dancers. Together with his many female partners, he’d won tango competitions all over the world. His movements were so full of grace and the way he responded to his partners—the closeness of their bodies, the suggestion of intimacy—inspired the most intense thoughts...
Sue teased her for her fascination. But she only knew half of it.
Nicolás had a studio downtown. Roni looked it up and she was shocked to realize he lived in San Antonio when he wasn’t flying off to Buenos Aires or Italy to compete. She went there sometimes and sat outside in her car, watching him through the huge windows that comprised the front wall of the studio, watching as he tried to teach housewives and executives the beauty of the tango as well as other Latin and ballroom dances.
None of those people could ever really appreciate the true art of the dance.
As she watched, Roni would often imagine what it would be like to dance in his arms. How amazing it would be to feel his touch, to be that close, to move with such elegance. But then she’d come back down to Earth when she remembered that she could hardly walk across a room without tripping over her own feet.
“We’re here,” Callie said, grabbing Roni’s hand to drag her out of the car.
Roni looked up at the restaurant and laughed.
“How did you know?”
“It’s your favorite.”
Sue slipped her hand through Roni’s arm. Callie took her other arm and Jane took hers. Together, the four of them marched up to the front of the Dairy Queen, laughing like a group of teenagers instead of the twenty-something computer system analysts they were.
“How can you not love a BeltBuster?” Roni asked Callie as she picked at the limp salad she’d ordered.
“Oh, I love cheeseburgers. But cheeseburgers don’t love me.”
“It’s my birthday…calories don’t matter today.”
“For you.” Callie picked up one of Sue’s fries and threw it across the table at Roni. “For people like you who could eat like this every day and never gain an ounce, it’s fine. For me…it would take me a month to work off all those calories.”
“Yes, but wouldn’t it be worth it?”
Roni took a big bite of her burger and Callie cringed. Then she reached over and stole a handful of Roni’s fries.
“Good girl,” Sue said, adding a few of her own to the pile.
“So, how does it feel to be twenty-five?” Jane asked.
Roni groaned. “I don’t feel a minute over sixteen.”
“You don’t act it, either,” Sue said.
“It would be sad to be too responsible. Then we’d be our parents.”
They all groaned. And then fell into a gale of giggles again.
As they were finishing their meal a few minutes later, one of the employees brought over four small Blizzards. Roni clapped her hands, eager to dig right in. Jane kind of looked at hers like it was an alien she didn’t understand while Sue and Callie looked at theirs with longing.
“What flavor is it?” Jane asked.
“Birthday cake, of course!”
They all laughed again, causing a couple a few booths away to get up and move. Roni pressed a finger to her lips, indicating the couple with a movement of her elbow.
“I guess we should try to act a little closer to our ages. Otherwise, we might get ourselves tossed out of here.”
They grabbed their desserts and stumbled out the doors, still laughing for reasons they probably couldn’t quite define except that they were happy. What was there to not be happy about? They were young, healthy, and single. The world was theirs for the taking.
Sue blasted the radio on the way back to the office, rocking the car with songs by everyone from Bruno Mars to The Weekend to Taylor Swift. And, the sad thing was, they knew every word of every song.
Roni was exhausted by the time she was back behind her desk, a dozen emails waiting for her immediate attention. Jane dropped a birthday card on the corner of her desk and Callie slipped a small box into her hand before she rushed off to get back to her own cubicle. Roni didn’t even have a chance to thank them for the gifts—an Amazon gift card and a new cover for her cellphone—but they knew her well enough, a funny email was more than enough.
She got a call from her mom almost the moment she walked through the doors of her apartment, Sue right behind her. They talked for a while, mostly about her brother’s inability to grow up and get a job. Her mother had been set to retire from her job as a high school principal two years ago. But then her dad died suddenly of a heart attack and Sean, Roni’s brother, decided to have a midlife crisis at the age of twenty-two. Roni did what she could, sending money to her mother every month, but it never seemed like enough.
“Love you, Veronica,” her mother said. “Go out and have some fun tonight. It’s not every day you turn twenty-five.”
An image of Nicolás crossed Roni’s mind. That would be her idea of having a little fun. Dance lessons…his arms around her. But, even if she had the coordination, the cost of the lessons was more than she could afford. It was never going to happen.
But she couldn’t tell her mother that.
“I will, Mom,” she said. “I’m sure there’s some club just waiting for Sue and me to come and stir up a little trouble.”
As Roni hung up, she caught Sue watching her from their small, galley kitchen, chopping onions for whatever concoction she was making for dinner.
“She worries.”
Sue nodded. “She wants to tell you to stop sending all that money, but she relies on it too much.”
Roni dropped into a chair and kicked her
shoes off. “Well, I had a good time at lunch, so I wasn’t really lying. I just wasn’t completely honest.”
“Your birthday isn’t over. I’m making that soup you love so much for dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. And I have a gift for you. It’s over there in my bag.”
Roni glanced at her. “Now, you really didn’t have to do that. Putting up with me every day is gift enough.”
“You’re telling me. If you leave your shoes in the middle of the living room again—I nearly broke my ankle trying to get a glass of water last night.”
“Sorry.”
Sue shrugged. “It’s the white envelope on top.”
Roni got up, making a show of picking up her shoes and tossing them into the corner as she did. Then she pushed the flap back on Sue’s purse and spotted the envelope immediately. She assumed it was another birthday card, another gift card tucked inside, but then she saw the logo on the top left corner of the envelope.
“Oh, no, you couldn’t have!”
Sue was watching her, a satisfied smile on her lips. “I knew you would never do it for yourself.”
“But it’s so expensive.”
“I make good money.”
Roni opened the envelope and stared at the certificate inside. His name was written across the top, tucked into the logo of his dance studio.
Nicolás Aguirre.
“It’s enough for a week of private lessons,” Sue said. “I would have gotten you more than that, but they wouldn’t do it. Something about Nicolás not wishing to waste his time on those he doesn’t feel meets his requirements.”
“You met him?”
“His assistant.”
Tears filled Roni’s eyes. It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given her. She rushed into the kitchen and threw her arms around Sue.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”