The Diamond Club: A Novel
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So the three of us made our way upstairs to Sasha’s penthouse suite. As Lew went into the bathroom, I marveled at the opulence of it.
“It’s magnificent, isn’t it? Dia always spoils me when I play her club,” Sasha said.
The floor to ceiling windows looked out over Union Square, and I was momentarily speechless. The lights of San Francisco twinkled below us, and I had trouble believing this day was ending so well after the awful way it had began.
As I marveled at the sights, I caught a reflection in the glass of Sasha bending over, slowly removing her skirt and presenting her perfectly round ass for me to see. The black lace thong she was wearing underneath left little to the imagination. She turned back to look at me, the glimmer in her eyes now filled with pure naughtiness.
“So are you going to spend all night enjoying the view, Brianna? Or are you going to partake?”
I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest, my entire body practically trembling with anticipation. Sasha could see my nervousness, and came over to gently embrace me and kiss me on the cheek. She directed me towards the nearest chair and pushed me down in it.
“Now I know you’ve been with other girls before. Just relax,” she said as she slowly gyrated her hips in front of me.
I was transfixed as she pulled her panties down to reveal the loveliest pussy framed by plush, brown curls. She turned around and bent over, giving me full view of her ass and sex. I moved to touch her, wanting desperately to feel her and taste her from the inside. Spinning around, she wagged her finger in front of me.
“Not yet, my dear,” she whispered as she gently nibbled my ear. “Not yet.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. She was fully in control, and I was extremely suggestible with her luscious lips against me. I let her slowly undress me, teasing me at every opportunity with just the slightest of touches. I felt just the faintest hint of her lips, tongue and fingers as they traced the outline of my body. When she finally managed to get my panties off, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Please,” I whispered.
But she wasn’t having any of it. She slowly circled my clit with just the tip of her tongue, as if she was intent on giving me the most pleasure with the least movement. When I felt like I was nearly going to black out, she finally conceded, placing two of her fingers inside me. I was gushing wet, fully ready for her. Sasha let me feel the fullness of her tongue, as she expertly moved it back and forth across me.
Needless to say, it didn’t take long before I came. Her teasing had wound me up like a coiled spring and my orgasm came as sweet relief. Sasha was just getting started, however, and continued to lick and thrust even after I came. Her movements grew progressively faster and more intense, the combined pressure of her tongue on my clit and her fingers inside me lifting to pleasures I had never before experienced.
Where orgasm number one had been sweet and pleasant, orgasm number two barreled into the room, knocking down everything in its path. The quivering convulsions started in my thighs and quickly spread throughout my entire body. I was in some kind of pleasure earthquake, and couldn’t help but let out a scream when it overtook me.
“Looks like somebody got started without me,” said a voice through the bathroom door.
“Sorry Lewis, I just couldn’t help myself. You’ve gotta be a little careful with this one, though,” Sasha said as she rubbed her head. In the throes of my passion, I must have accidentally kneed her. My voice practically gone, I tried to mouth that I was sorry, but all Sasha did in response was tilt her head in the direction of the bathroom. What I saw was a bit of a shock. Freshly shaved and covered only by a towel around his waist was Lew.
I was right after all. He cleaned up very nicely, indeed.
Getting up on my wobbly knees, I made my way slowly towards him. After what Sasha had just put me through, I was determined to make someone else suffer the same slow tease. He went to embrace me, but I pulled back. I gently kissed his now smooth cheek and moved down his body with just the tip of my tongue. His chiseled chest and abs were a miracle to behold, causing me to briefly consider the cardio workout possibilities of dumpster diving.
Pushing him onto the bed, I slowly unwrapped the towel with my teeth and found him already thick and throbbing. As I began traveling its full length with my lips, another pair of lips started to make their way across my ass. As much as I enjoyed the sensation, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Keeping my eyes fully locked on Lew’s, I placed the full length of his member in my mouth. He let out a moan of pleasure as I rounded his head with my tongue. After a few minutes of this, Sasha’s work on my nether regions started getting me worked up again. The time for teasing was over, and I needed a good old-fashioned fucking.
I made my way back up his amazing chest so I could stick my tongue down his throat as I lowered myself onto him. The feel of his cock in me was marvelous, and I could feel orgasm number three quickly coming on. Sasha came around and placed her ass in his face and began to kiss me gently. The roughness of his cock and sweetness of her lips was more sensation than I can handle, and I quickly came. Whereas the first two orgasms were all intensity and nervous energy, the third was pure satisfaction. Lew and I had only been fucking for a few minutes at most, but I didn’t want to be a cockhog. I pulled myself off and gently massaged his balls as Sasha lowered herself on.
While the two of them went at it, I embraced Sasha from behind and placed my hands around her voluptuous breasts. The two of them fucked like old friends, and it finally became clear to me that I probably wasn’t the first to be in this position. As their rhythm got progressively quicker and rougher, I lowered my hands and began to massage Sasha’s clit. Almost instantly, she loudly announced the arrival of her orgasm.
Hmmm. What kind of power was I wielding here?
When Sasha recovered and began grinding on him again, I decided to test my theory and gently wrapped my fingers around the base of Lew’s cock. At almost the exact moment I did so, he began to cum with tremendous intensity. Wow. Am I the menage Supergirl?
Completely spent, Lew lifted Sasha off of him and looked to be in a daze. Sasha, clearly not finished, caught my eye and motioned me back to her. In repayment for this most magical of nights (and for making me aware of my mutant powers), I thought she deserved a most thorough pussy licking. I lost count of how many times I made her cum, and eventually fell asleep in her arms exhausted and satiated.
When I woke, Lew was soundly asleep, but there was no trace of Sasha. Not wanting to wake him, I got up and dressed silently. I was all ready to leave until I saw the note:
“Thanks for a lovely night. Unfortunately, the tour calls and I had to make an early morning flight. Let’s get together next time I’m in San Francisco. You know where. xoxo”
Strawberry Fields
This was one of the scarce Friday nights when I had decided against going to the Diamond Club. A few days earlier Dia had caught me sitting at one of her lounge’s tables being fingered by a software engineer while I stroked my fingers up and down his seven inch cock. Normally she wouldn’t bat an eye at such behavior but it happens we were sitting at a table directly next to one of the principal investors of the Diamond Club.
I guess he didn’t enjoy our little show of passion and made this known to Dia. In a moment brought on by alcohol and horniness, I had turned to him, looked into his weathered eyes, and said, “Hey Grandpa, don’t be jealous. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll suck you off in the bathroom.”
Dia took me by the collar and kicked my ass out of her club. I’m sure she’ll allow me back and probably even laugh about the entire episode once the investor leaves town, but for the next week it’ll be good for me to keep some distance from the Diamond Club.
Besides, I’m not in need of the Diamond Club tonight; my purple vibrator is fully charged and ready for insertion. But who or what to daydream about as I lay naked on my bed with the vibrator near inches from my vagina?
At that moment an aroma spits at my smell
ing senses. It’s of strawberries and cream. Must be from old Mrs. Delanie down the hall. Long a widow, she enjoys coming home from her job as a Walmart greeter to a bowl of strawberries and Reddi Wip. How do I know it’s Reddi Wip? All I’ll say is she never has less than 5 cans of the stuff in her fridge and she particularly enjoys the first Monday of every month when she gets to lick it off the vaginal openings of another lonely, single woman who happens to live on the same floor. Oh Mrs. Delanie, what a sweat, sweat old lady with the gentlest and warmest or tongues.
But this smell of strawberries has now happened to unhinge another memory, one that’s been locked away in a keyless diary in the cobwebs of my mind…
“Hello Strawberry Gary,” I say as the vibrator makes contact with my skin and my mind escapes flees to a deserted island of passion and longing…
It’s a normal Wednesday as I make my weekly trip to the Farmers’ market on the street below my apartment. I pass stands of homemade soaps, natural honeys, and baskets of freshly picked fruits. I don’t see much of interest to buy but the smells are intoxicating and help to warm my sometimes frigid heart. It is also making me a tiny bit horny.
As I approach the end of the row of stalls, I see one with a sign above it containing a cartoon character with a big head and buck teeth and a tiny, toy-like body and the name ‘Strawberry Gary” in big bold letters. I don’t remember seeing this stall before. I approach it to see baskets full of fresh strawberries and a man about my height flicking through his iPhone. I can already tell the cartoon character on the sign is of his likeness but luckily the buck teeth and big head aren’t present on the real thing. I approach as he looks up from his phone.
“How may I help you?” he says. I can already tell he’s inspecting the curves of my hips and liking what he sees. I’m guessing he looked up from his phone expecting to see just another couple or 70 year old grandmother.
“Oh, just looking around. Haven’t found anything interesting yet. Are you Strawberry Gary? Like the one on the sign? Haven’t seen you around here before,” I say.
“Yes, I am Gary. This is my first time selling at this market. It’s quite a find,” he says. “Do you like strawberries? I picked these myself just yesterday.” I look down at what must be thousands of bright red strawberries. How sweet they must be.
“I usually don’t do this,” he says, “but take one for a test drive.” He picks up a basket and beckons me to choose one. I scan them until I see the biggest of the bunch, a bulbous strawberry that seems almost as big as a fist. I gently pick it up and take a small bite, its sweet juices piercing my taste buds and slowly dripping from my lips. I catch a sly smile and quick wink from Gary.
“They’re the juiciest you’ll find this side of the Golden Gate,” he says. I’m reminded of Dia telling me how strawberries are nature’s foreplay. That’s when I decide to up the naughty factor a bit. After all, what’s more fun between two grown adults than a little wordplay?
“You got anything else juicy I might have a taste of?” I say as my glance slowly falls and settles squarely on his crotch. I see his thigh muscles quiver and tense every so slightly. But it seems Gary’s no slouch and takes me one punch for punch.
“I do, but it’s a lot bigger than a strawberry and contains a million more seeds. Not sure you can handle it though,” he says as his eyes scan my petite frame. “Haha, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were a little strawberry yourself,” he says as he points to my red tank top and white short shorts. “And seeing my nickname, you should know I’m unable to resist anything resembling a strawberry.”
“Touché,” I respond. “The thing is, I’ve got something that looks just like a strawberry but is becoming even more juicy.” I gently bite my lower lip and tilt my head to the side. “If you want to have a taste after the market closes up, floor 5, apartment 502,” I say as I gesture to the apartment building behind us.
I see Strawberry Gary lick his lips as I turn my back. I purposely add some swagger to my step as I walk away, my hips thrusting from side to side. I don’t have to turn around to know the desires currently flushing is thoughts…
6 o’clock comes and I open the door to see Strawberry Gary leaning against its frame.
“Hey little strawberry, wanna see what I’m packing,” he says?
I immediately grab him by the collar and force his lips to mine. I’m no longer interested in word games. I want to get off and this local farmer has the only produce I need. My hand slides down the front of his shorts as he pushes our heated bodies onto my bed.
Within seconds my body is bare and all sorts primal sounds, the likes of which must have reverberated within the enormous decks of Noah’s Arc, emanate from my apartment walls. I’m sure even Mrs. Delanie from all the way down the hall can hear us right now, but fuck it, but I don’t care.
“Oh yeah baby… Give me some ass! GIVE ME SOME ASS!” Gary says as his brain gives way to his primitive, animalistic urges. “Oh yeah. You like my cock? Does my little strawberry like my cock… Oh yeah…”
It’s all a little cliche, but his dick is absolutely rock hard and right now I’m in need of a good fuck, not flowers and a movie. “Yeah Gary, fuck my little strawberry. It’s ripe and ready for a pounding,” I shout back.
Just then he pulls back like an archer readying an arrow at a target and rams his penis into me with the might of a jack hammer. My head snaps back and smacks into the bed’s wooden frame. He drives into me again and again, each time my head hitting the wood like waves against the shores of Alcatraz, a million little prisoners of pain screaming out to me to beg for forgiveness from behind flesh and blood and skull. But I can’t beg forgiveness. I don’t want forgiveness. The fuck devil that has grown inside my heart all these months since my split from Roman can only muster one simple word through my trembling lips…
“Harder… Harder…”
That’s when Strawberry Gary picks me up by my waist, his cock still throbbing inside my vagina, and kicks open the bathroom door. He hurls me onto the toilet, his full weight crashing on my hips. Now it’s not only my head that throbs in pain but my entire lower back as it is slammed repeatedly against the toilet’s tank…..
“Harder… Harder…”
In what seems like only minutes later, Gary takes his hands and grips each side of my head with a pressure equal to that of the water devouring the Titanic and forces my wet body to the bathroom floor. I then see his throbbing cock racing directly for my saliva ridden lips. His cock enters my throat as my nose is forced into his crotch, his shaved pubic hairs ramming into my face and his hands pulling my hair ever tighter as his cock slides further down my neck. I then experience an eruption greater than Mt. St. Helens as a million pounds of 1000 degree lava is expelled at supersonic speed into my gagging, suffocating throat…
I collapse to the floor as Strawberry Gary finally releases his grip, his muscles slowly deflating as they realize the body of their master has no more energy to give. I gasp as a single stream of air tries to navigate to my lungs through the jungle of saliva and semen. Oh how I need that oxygen more than ever; My heart is racing and my lungs can’t keep up. I’m a newborn foal in the middle of a strawberry field, just ejected from my mother’s uterus and unable to steady my atrophied, asphyxiated body…
I look down to see the vibrator dripping wet. How long has my naked body been laying here, screaming from the ecstasy brought on by the “Purple Wand” and memories of Strawberry Gary? My hips ache as tension is finally released, small beads of sweat permitting my exposed skin. I run my finger a few centimeters along my inner thigh and bring it to my lips. It’s a salty blend of perspiration and pleasure.
I can still smell Mrs. Delanie’s strawberries and cream emanating through my doorway. It’s not yet the first Monday of the month, but as I lay naked, my pussy still pulsing and begging me to let it keep riding the pleasure train, I pick up the phone to call Mrs. Delanie. She’s got the Reddi Wip and I’ve got the juiciest strawberry of the bunch.
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nbsp; In Need of a Screwdriver
I walk up the Diamond Club’s steps as I close my umbrella and withdraw the earbuds that had been pumping my head full of Jack Johnson and Coldplay. What a miserable night this had been having walked all those blocks in high heels through the downpour. A year ago I wouldn’t have made this effort; tonight is exactly the type of rainy night I would have snuggled up with Roman, popped in a romantic comedy, and finished with some gentle fingering from him and some head from me in return.
But that was a year ago and what a difference a year makes. My nightly trips to the Diamond Club were becoming quite the little tradition and all I could think of was my craving for more. I knew exactly the scene I was about to encounter; Dia would probably be behind the bar counter encouraging some lonely-hearted fool to order another Jack and Coke while the various white collar tech and law execs, just off work and seated together at tables scattering the club’s main room, would be pretending to make meaningful conversation while in actuality trying to catch a glimpse of every piece of ass making its way through the door. I had previously been turned off by this behavior only to discovered that my new found self finds it extremely intoxicating.
“Look at me boys,” I’d say to myself, “I got a high-class pussy ready to fuck but I’m only giving it away to one of you. The rest are out of luck.” Later I’d usually be back at home thinking about those white collar boys that never had a chance with me but found me appearing in their dreams sucking their cock. What should have been an off putting thought had instead turned into a mechanism for getting me wet. I’m a little sad for many of the guys I had screwed in the past who thought they were the ones causing my orgasims when in fact it was the thought of all their buddies left back at the Diamond Club, sipping their martinis and daydreaming about nailing me in the back of a barn, that was the real motivation for my getting off.