I walked over seductively making sure to shake my behind and waggle my cute kangaroo tail to get his attention.
“Hey big boy” I said with a seductive smirk on my face. “Do you want to get inside my pouch?”
“Good day” he replied in a thick foreign accent.
“Where are you from, handsome?”
“I Viktor am from mother Russia” he replied once again in that beautiful rugged accent which was desperately screaming for me to ride him.
“Well Viktor I like your muscles.” I gave him a quick stroke from shoulder to hips and leaned in closer to press my chest against his. “Who have you come dressed as then?”
“I am Stuart, Stuart Irvine. Famous Hunter. He hunt cougars.”
“Is that true. Does he hunt sexy Kangaroos like me?” The gears in his head must have started to pick up on my signals as he reached down a strong arm and rubbed his fingers on my pouch. The foaming began to start once again but this time more violently, it was like being in a Russian heaven.
“I think he make exception” he grinned as he brought his other hand behind me and squeezed my perky behind.
“So what does Viktor do?”
“I am professional fighter in MMA -“
“I meant sexually” I interrupted.
“We go my place now”
“I love it when a man takes charge.”
He grabbed me by the hand and we headed straight out the door and into the first taxi we saw. He continued to stroke my furry pouch in the taxi and kiss passionately until we finally arrived at his home.
From the minute we got in and the minute we left the taxi we continued to passionately kiss up to and through his front door until we reached his bedroom where he picked me up with his iron muscles and tossed me onto the bed. I was on heat. So was he. I rushed to take my outfit off ready to be whisked away to another land, he simply pulled both his pants and briefs off in one swoop and ripped his shirt clean off. As I went to sit up he forced me back down.
“I give you Aussie kiss now” The puzzled look on my face must have said it all until he replied back. “Its like French kiss, but down under. It is joke.” I didn’t care what he said as the minute I seen what weaponry he was packing I was ready for him to invade me. He leant over at the end of the bed and placed his head in between my legs as he stuck his tongue inside me. His tongue moved in so many ways that I lost count of whatever it was he seemed to be trying to spell on my palette. I giggled in delight and arched my back as the orgasams began to flood in. His head bobbled like he was mounted on the dashboard of a car and I was soon squirting like a tap that wouldn’t stop.
“You do me now.” He announced as he stood up proudly at the ready, however he wasn’t the only one stood at the ready. I slowly moved my mouth towards the head when he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and forced me onto his penis. He thrust it back and forth, back and forth until he held me in placed with my nose heavily pressed against his strong abs. My face must have been turning red as I struggled to breath, tears came to my eyes and I could feel my mascara and makeup run. I finally let me go and I could breath again. A huge smirk covered my face.
“I love a man who likes it rough.” He too began to grin but not before he turned me around and got me on all four. In one thrust of his penis was deep inside me and his testicles were beating my clit like a stick beats a drum. He was forcing me to look at us both in the mirror he was a selfish man who seemed to like the look of himself. My perky breasts were jiggling, the bed was rocking violently banging against the wall and I could see Viktor was holding a large bottle of vodka and was drinking it straight.
I couldn’t hold back the screams, I must have sounded like a distressed otter when you mistake it for a weasel. My arse was becoming red roar from all this vigorous pounding and his slaps felt like punches. I feel sorry for whoever fights this guy in a cage I thought to myself.
“Scream! Scream like dirty goal.” His demanding foreign voice was enough to get me started with the dirty talk. He flipped me over once again this time on my back and once again began pounding away.
“Faster! Fuck me Faster!” I yelled and he accepted the challenge. “Yeah like that Viktor screw me like a bottle top!” I had never felt so alive than in the hands of this seven foot tall Russian fighter.
He lifted me up off of the bed, never exiting his penis from inside him and he forced my body against the wall and I wrapped my legs around his back gripping had like a dog who wanted a good bone. Our faces were pressed together I tried to scream some more dirty talk but the pleasure was so good I couldn’t form words. Much like ourselves, the walls were banging whether from the closet pressed against the wall or an angry neighbour who had just heard enough.
“This party is over.” he said calmingly as he dropped me down to the floor and back on my knees. Kneeling there I closed my eyes and opened my mouth like a giraffe reaching for that one leaf on the moon. I continued to rub myself and we both arrived at the same time, his hit my face where as mine may have just stained his carpet.
We both were spent and he invited me to shower with him and without hesitation I accepted. After cleaning ourselves up I once again got dressed and prepared to leave as he clearly didn’t wish for me to stay my first clue was when he gave me $15 dollars and followed that up by saying.
“You leave now.” Another amazing night of passion had passed but now it was time to return home and prepare for another night at the Diamond Club.
Try Before You Bi
I finally had some time to myself, but I was thinking about our company. I wondered if I should call Roman. He was probably on his break. I took out my iPhone and was about call him when the unthinkable happened: the screen froze. A recent update screwed up my phone. Jeez.
Usually I know better than to update right away, but I felt spontaneous, something I have not felt in quite a time. I was a different woman before I met Roman. There was not much to do at my home, so I drove to the nearest Apple store. I needed a genius to fix my phone.
When I arrived, I ignored the typical crowd and hustled straight to the Genius Bar. There I was greeted by a fairly perky woman. I did not recognize her at first, but after the time we soon spend together, I could never forget her.
“Hello, my name is Madison, and welcome to—oh hey! I think I saw you last night?” asked the genius, eyeing me up and down.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“At the Diamond Club. I’m a regular there, but that was the first time I saw you. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I’d rather not speak about that, I just want my phone fixed. You see—”
“I can already guess why you’re here. Every new update, hundreds of people storm in here and expect us to fix it. I can fix it in a jiffy.”
Madison lifted my phone and began her work. Her slender fingers swiped and tapped with such speed and force. Her tenacity was impressive and made me quiver a bit. This was a woman with exceptional hands. So precise and entrancing. She caught me staring at her hands and smirked.
“Finished,” she said to me after less than a minute of handling my phone.
“Wow, that was marvelous! How did you do that so quickly?”
“Repetition’s the key.” she answered.
“I see. Thank you for your help, ma’am.”
“You’re welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you while you’re here?”
An idea raced through my head in response to her query. A dirty idea. Normally such thoughts are dismissable, but this woman was a part of the Diamond Club. What followed was inevitable.
“You have great fingers for smartphones, but what else can you do with them?”
Monica smiled and responded “Oh, many things. I’m about to go on break, so I can show you my prowess. Meet me in the alley behind this store and you can see firsthand what I can do.”
I nodded and hastened to our meeting place. I was caught up in the moment and did not question my actions. I did not think about Roman.
Eventually, her hand ventured down my skirt and she started rubbing me like a genie’s lamp. Her nimble fingers felt fantastic. I replied with my own hand sliding down her pants. The sounds of our sex resonated throughout the alley, drowning out the noise of the city. I tried my hardest to keep myself from moaning too loud, but the occasional whimper left my mouth. She rubbed me so fast, I thought a fire was going to ignite in my panties. I tried to hold out, but I succumbed to her manipulation.
“Are you almost done, Madison? ”
Another employee stood at the door, watching our raunchy tussle. Madison simply motioned him to join us. In the blink of an eye, his pants were off, exposing a black satin thong covering his dong. He removed his undergarment and sat down on the stairs. I strutted over to the man and as soon as I stopped, the man filched my panties. Another genius with fast hands. I sat in his lap with my naked ass and I felt like I was on a magic carpet ride. He was such a speed demon. I rode him like Paul Revere rode his horse to warn of the British invasion, while Madison watched with her hand glued to her vagina. I wore more clothing than the others, but it heightened my pleasure. Eventually, Madison had the big o, which caused me to experience mine.
“I don’t want to be all alone. Let me join in,” suggested Madison. I stood up, letting some of my essence trickle down my legs. She discarded her panties as we shifted positions. She sat on the stairs, I faced her, and the man located himself behind me. Oh joy! I bent over to accept him while getting ready to feast. As soon as I began my meal, he entered my canyon. The pleasure was intense in our merry-go-round of sex. While the male pounded away at my booty like a machine, I tried to slowly lick Madison’s flower. Her pussy was scrumptious! Not a second went by where somebody lacked the feelings of sexual pleasure. The sounds of splashes and moans filled the alley where we were having our bawdy affair. We screwed for what felt like ages before we all reached our finales. The man shoved his stick all the way into my hole, filling it with his glue. My pie hole was also met with juices from Madison’s pie.
By the time we regained our composure, Madison and the other genius’ breaks were about to end. We put on our missing clothing, mostly untainted by the scent of our get together. As they left, Madison began to talk the man, whom she called Yeakley, about their work, using technical jargon that had never graced my ears before. I walked away, hoping that Yeakley’s hot wax would not flow down my leg. I wondered if they do this often. Maybe her friend was also a member at the Diamond Club; maybe we could have a nice rendezvous soon. Thanks to our explicit encounter, these two gained a returning customer.
A Golden Opportunity
I walk into the Diamond Club after another long day at work, still angered by the mere thought Roman Dyle. Anytime I think of him, it makes me sick. Some days I come in here to talk out my problems with the club owner, Dia Monde, but not tonight. Tonight, I want to fuck my problems away.
I gaze across the club to see what I can find. My eyes land on a young twenty something stud, who is dressed very nicely on the far side of the room. It looks like he just got done with a day of interviewing. He looked almost overly dressed for the Diamond Club - dress shirt with tie and khaki slacks. I think I can even see some flashy gold cufflinks. Who is this guy? I thought to myself. I have to meet him.
I unbutton another button on my blouse as make my way to his table. I could feel myself becoming wet with excitement. As I near the table he is standing by, I can see he is much taller than I thought. I like that.
“You mind if I join you?” I questioned the young man.
“Hey, sure.” The man replies with his deep gruff voice.
As I look into his dark eyes, I reach out my right hand and introduce myself. “Hey, I’m Brianna. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
“Yeah, this is my first time here. I’m Mike.” As his arm reaches out, I notice the shimmer of a thick gold bracelet around his large wrist.
His handshake is very firm, it makes me weak in the knees thinking of his obvious power. As he releases my quivering hand, he reaches for something in his pocket. I move my gaze down and notice an large bulge protruding from his slacks. He likes what he sees, I thought to myself.
From his pocket, he produces a business card. He places the card in my open hand. I look over it. “Wow, you are all business, aren’t you.” I joke. The card reads: “Michael Alton - ibuythegoldyoudontwantanymore.com - I’ll give you cash for your old gold.”
He laughs, “I’m just trying to get my name out there in the cash for gold market.”
I move his business card to the corner of my lips and say, “Wow mike, your web address is a mouthful.” I look over his body some more, to see the details of his fit build.
“Yeah, I know.” he explains. “All the short ones were taken. But some people say that longer is sometimes better…”
“I agree. There are plenty of ways that longer is better.” I gently touch his hand that was on the edge of the table, to let him know my intentions. “How about you get me a drink, golden boy.”
“I’ve got another idea, Brianna. Are you feeling adventurous tonight?” He moved his hand from under mine and grabbed my wrist. Without me answering, he took charge and walked me across the club. I went willingly. I could feel my nipples getting hard. What does he have in store for me?
Mike lead me the hallway where the bathrooms were located. He made his way down to where the ladies room was and knocked on the door. “Anyone in there?” He announced. There was no response from within the room. He opened the door for me, and I entered with him following close behind me. I could feel his eyes undressing me as we entered the last stall.
In close quarters like these, there was no hiding our excitement. I wanted to go right for his pants, but I decided to start by taking off his tie. I tossed his tie on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. As I did this, he did the same with my shirt. Under his dress shirt, I was not surprised when I saw a gold necklace hiding under that. All that gold make so much more sense now, I thought. I moved my hand onto the bulge that grew even larger in his pants, now that he was clearly looking at my tits.
“Are you feeling crazy tonight, Brianna?” Mike asked as he unhooked my bra and moved to pull my skirt down.
“I am down for whatever. I like your style.” I undid his belt and undid the button. His pants easily dropped the floor from the weight of his wallet and phone in the pockets.
“I’m kind of a crazy guy, into some…umm… interesting things.” Mike confessed.
As I reached down his boxers to caress his ever growing member, I say, “What kinds of things are you into Mike? You are clearly into gold.” I felt a piercing down below on him which I assumed would be gold as well, without even looking.
“Well, I’m also into golden showers…” he said sheepishly. He looked almost embarrassed. I like how truthful he was being with me, someone he had only just met. “Most girls get a little freaked out when they learn this.” he explained.
I have never done anything like this before, but I was open to anything. “So..” I broke the silence. “Are you going to pee on me now?”
“Well, if you want that, I can. But it really turns me on to get peed on.” Mike admitted. “I also love to just watch. Whatever you are most comfortable with.”
“What about your clothes? Won’t they get wet?”
Mike bent down to pick up all the discarded clothes, “We’ll just move them out of the way.” He placed the stack safely on the back of the toilet
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“Now I wish you did buy me that drink.” I joke. “I just hope I can perform.” Mike sits down on the open toilet and awaits my payload. I straddle my body over his legs, noticing his large hard cock with the glistening gold piercing. I release my golden stream on to his awaiting stomach and cock. He moans in pleasure as my warmth trickles over him. I never thought I would be doing anything like this in the bathroom of the Diamond Club. This is absolutely crazy, but this is the kind of thing I need to get my mind off my problems.
With the last few drops leaving my pussy, Mike starts rubbing my clit, using some of my moisture to keep it nice and wet. With his other hand, he starts stroking his already wet cock. He begins to enter me with his moist middle finger. I can feel he is all the way inside me when I sense the chill from the gold ring on his finger touch my pussy. Seeing him so turned on by my golden shower made me quiver. I looked down below, to see his rock hard cock. I wanted it.
“I want you Mike. I want your cock.” He removed his finger from within me, and I bent over to take his cock in my mouth. He was way bigger than the bulge I saw out in the club. I wanted to get his dick real wet for my pussy. I could feel his dick throbbing against my tongue. He liked what I was doing. I played with his gold cock piercing with my lips a little before sliding my wet pussy around it. His piercing rubbed me in all the right ways, as I rode his dick. The up and down motion was heavenly. It wasn’t long until I was coming. I tried not to make too much noise, since I wasn’t sure if anyone had entered the ladies room since we started.
I looked into his eyes and asked, “How do you want me, golden boy?” He lifted me up off his cock with his big, strong arms. He turned me around and pushed me against the door. I like it rough. He entered my pussy from behind and banged me hard. I was afraid the door might open. With him in control, it wasn’t long until his blew his load inside me. The feeling of his warm seed almost made me come again. Now that he had his way, he turned me back around and sat down. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and brought me to orgasm in no time with his tongue. His tongue was big and strong like his arms. What a man.
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