The Diamond Club: A Novel

by Patricia Harkins-Bradley

  I rushed to the bathroom, hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties to the side and slid my forefinger into my vagina.

  “Fuck!” I moaned

  As i kept pleasuring myself imagining the giant having his way with me, as i came to climax i squirted all over the floor, and collapsed on the floor in to a puddle of my own fluid.

  I finally gathered myself, pulled my panties up and hiked my skirt back down, went to the mirror and fixed my make up, I was ready to take him down, or go down on him.

  I open the bathroom door, and search for my Stallion, I see him talking to a fat little man. I head over towards him, and push the fat bastard out of the way.

  “I’m Brianna” I proclaimed.

  “I’m Marcus” he stuttered while staring down my blouse.

  “Do you like what you see?” I asked excitedly.

  Shocked Marcus shook his head shamefully.

  “Do you want to get out of here and see more of them?”

  “Yes I do.” Marcus answered quietly.

  We rushed outside and tried to hail a cab, but we were unsuccessful. I grabbed him by the belt and pulled him to the nearest alley. I ripped his belt off, and tied his hand behinds his back. I undid the top button on his pants, and then shoved my tongue down his throat. While kissing him passionately i slide my hand down his pants, to feel his massive penis, It was so large, I could feel the veins throb in excitement, his excitement made me so wet.

  I dropped down to my knees and unzipped his pants with my mouth, his pants slowly dropped to the pavement. His cock throbbing in anticipation in his stripped boxer briefs. I pull his penis out and aggressively start to rub it, he precums a little bit, so i rub my tongue on his tip to enjoy every bit of his man juice. I slowly start licking his penis from his tip to his balls. as he moans in anticipation, I like my ring finger, grab his ass and shove it in his ass hole, he jumps from shock, but he doesn’t say anything. I let his cock enter my mouth slowly i rub my tongue in a circular motion around his shaft, he squirms in enjoyment. I shove his cock all the way down my throat and I gag a little bit. As my head moves back and forth sucking his beautiful cock my hand moves from his ass to play with his massive balls.

  “Lick them!” Marcus sputters.

  I stop sucking his dick and puts both balls in my mouth while still stroking his shaft. Marcus is so turned on this, I love his salty balls in my mouth, they are making me so wet i reach down and start to rub my clit aggressively. I orgasm so fast and it turns me on even more.

  “Lick my asshole!” Marcus demands.

  I stop in my tracks stand up and smacks him in the face. then turn him around and pushes him into the wall of the alley and get on my knees, spread his ass open and starts to lick his ass, he moans so loud, so i shove my tongue deeper in his ass, and start to stroke his penis, after a few minutes he yells he’s going to cum. i spin him around quickly to not miss his sweet love sauce. I shove his dick in my mouth rights when he spurts and his hot cum hits the back of my throat, I suck every last drop out of his massive dick.

  I collapse to ground to catch my breath I undue the belt around his hands and, he pulls up his boxer and pants and grabs my hand. He walks me back to the street and he hails a cab.

  “Get in the cab.” Marcus tells me

  He walks away as I get into the cab just thinking of what I would do with his cock if I ever got a second chance.

  Not in the Fast Lane

  Unlike most nights, I only walked into the Diamond Club that night wanting a stiff drink, not a stiff dick. It was a day that almost made me swear off men for good.

  I splashed tea all over the dash of my car swerving to miss some dumb shit on a crotch rocket. I just pulled off on an exit ramp when my car died, and refused to start again. The useless cops that stopped to help only stared at my legs and offered to give me a strip search. But they were nothing compared to the tow truck driver.

  Dale, the tow truck driver, looked and smelled like he fucked bears covered in motor oil and was afraid of soap and water. During the hour long ride back to the dealership, he kept calling me Sugartits and kept “accidentally” missing the shifter and trying to grab my breasts. I thought the nightmare was over but as he was walking to his truck from getting the paperwork from the service department, that son-of-a-bitch grabbed my ass! And I don’t even want to start with the cab driver who kept playing The Eagles all the way back to the club.

  Tonight, all I really wanted to do was get drunk, go home, and wear the batteries out of my motorized boyfriend. Or that was the plan until I saw him.

  He was mid-20s, tanned with short cropped light brown hair, his muscular arms flexing slightly as he leaned back against the bar in his well fitting black suit. He seemed like he was scanning the room for someone as I scanned the considerable bulge he had in his pants. My attraction for men came flooding back as well having some flooding my panties. I had to have him, and soon.

  “I’m Brianna. Are you new here?” I said, hoping the direct approach would work.

  “Uhh… Yeah, I’ve never been here uhh… before.” his eyes not leaving the tables in the back.

  Ah shit, I thought. He’s looking for someone. Well, I know how to take his mind off of that. “You looking for someone? I know most of the regulars here.” I moved my chest closer to his face, hoping the perfume I put on would cover up the smell of Dale the bear fucker and his truck. “I can help you.”

  “You would?”

  I slid my hand down his chest and into his crotch. That bulge was an understatement. “Who are you looking for, big boy?” I whispered.

  “I’m looking for someone to invest in my sandwich shop. Footlongs on artisan bread, things like that.”

  “You definitely have a footlong waiting for me to unwrap. Why don’t we get out of here so we can have some fun with each other? Then I can help you. You have someplace we can go?

  “There’s the bathroom…” he trailed off. I can feel his pulse increasing through his cock, seeming more and more like a virgin on prom night.

  “No, not the bathroom. The bouncer has cameras in there.” I lied. Or at least I hope he doesn’t. I just didn’t want to be bent over that cold, hard marble again. “What about your car? There’s some quiet alleys nearby.”

  I think he realized he had to seal the deal and soon. “Yeah. Yeah. Lets go.” He grabbed my hand and we left the Diamond Club, past the valet station and down the side street.

  We turned the corner to see a obviously used Corolla parked next to some dumpsters. “Is that your car?”

  “Well, all my money is going into the sandwich shop right now so…”

  “Ah, fuck. Let’s do this thing.” I opened the back door with one hand and undid his belt with my other (A little trick I picked up since joining the Diamond Club). I brought his cock to my mouth and as soon as it hit my lips, it turned rock hard. I could feel the throbbing in my mouth as his hands reached down to unbutton my shirt and start pinching my nipples.

  I was getting into it, not caring at all if we got caught, but he seemed hesitant even if his dick was fully into it. While still sucking hard, I took his hand and shoved it up my skirt while softly massaging his balls. We kept going for five minutes until I realized he wasn’t going to make the next move, I decided to take control. Pushing him away slightly, I stood up, pulled down my skirt and panties, looked him in the eyes and said, “You need to fuck me good.” I think he got the message.

  He turned me around and tossed me into the back seat, with his salami soon to follow. Not waiting for orders this time, he thrusted his cock into my cunt like his life depended on it. With a slight movement to the left he kept hitting my spot over and over again. It wasn’t long before I felt waves of pleasure radiate through my body, pulsing in time with the slapping sound of flesh on flesh contact.

  I started hearing low moans over top of his soft grunting and it took me a minute to realize it was me, too focused on keeping on all fours to concentrate on not letting my sounds of enjoyment escape my li
ps. I couldn’t imagine any more pleasure until my arms gave out and I came, gushing out all over his cock and car, feeling juices run down the inside of my legs, my now loud primal moans of being muffled by the cushions of the car.

  “Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhh, uh…” As he came into my dripping wet pussy, collapsing on top of me.

  We could do nothing but lay there in the wet backseat of a car, catching our breaths and soak in the pleasure we shared.

  “So, who do I talk to about funding for my restaurant?” He said as he slid out of the car and out of me.

  “Just go back to the tables and give them card for the restaurant. If you have good food, they’ll give you the money you need.”

  “I thought you were going to introduce me.” He whined as he pulled up his now wet pants.

  “I said I was going to help you. You just got the biggest stress release of your life. If you’re still uptight, no one can help you… Well, you may want to clean up a little bit first.”

  “Huh, I guess you’re right. By the way, my name is R…”

  “Stop. Next time you can tell be Big Boy.” I pulled up my equally wet panties. “If we do this again you can tell me. Now I’m going home. I smell of sex and bear fucker.”

  Lust in Space

  When I arrived at the Diamond Club I expected to have my typical night of sensual escapades, but little did I know I was about to head on the trip of a lifetime. As I walked in the door I approached the bartender in order to order my favorite drink. With a drink in hand I was approached by an attractive young man in a suit and chauffeur’s cap.

  “Pardon me ma’am” the young man cooed.

  “Let me know where how big you are and how long you can last, and then I’ll consider talking to you” I stated with the new found courage of a sexually giant whose loins have recently been released from hibernation.

  “Excuse me if I’ve given the wrong impression but I’m here on behalf of my boss who would like you to accompany him to the launch of his billion dollar spacecraft.”

  He presented me with a first class ticket to Cape Canaveral and special access passes to launch control for the next day.

  As I stepped out of the taxi at the Cape Canaveral launch site I knew that I was supposed to witness the launch of a spacecraft, but I had no idea just how far her pleasure would be launched. I was supposed to be there just to witness the launch of the Dragonfly capsule, but I was in for a lot more by the end of the day.

  As I pulled up to the launch site I was presented with an incredible view of the Eagle 10 rocket, and the Dragonfly capsule set on top of it. After the education in seduction I had received at the Diamond Club I couldn’t help but look at the rocket as a giant phallic symbol that was intended to take me to space. After taking a long walk around the launch site I was approached by Melon Rusk as he pulled up in his all electric sports car. Melon told me to hop in so that he could give me a tour of the launch site. While I was impressed by this billionaire, technologist, philanthropist, genius, I was disappointed that his electric car did not provide the engine vibration typical of a petroleum powered sports car. As if he could sense my disappointment Melon flipped a switch and suddenly I found it hard to focus as I was taken to new heights of pleasure when my chair started to shake in all the right places.

  After a few minutes, and a few climaxes, they arrived at their destination. Melon showed me the Command Center, the hangar where the spacecraft was assembled and finally he showed me to his office.

  Once they walked into his office, Melon lowered the shades and told his personal orchestra to play the entire soundtrack to 2001 a Space Odyssey. I found it odd that they went to his personal office since the shuttle was supposed to launch in less than less than forty minutes. When I voiced this concern Melon told me they were about to have their own private space travel here and now. He started to count from 10, and by the time he reached 0 he dropped his pants and revealed his own personal Eagle “10”. He disconnected my blouse and skirt, as he explained that it still cost nearly $10,000 per lb for him to take someone to “orbit” but that if I helped he should be able to get that down to $100, and maybe even $10. Melon told me that he could never let the price drop below $10 per lb, just he entered me with his own ten pound monster.

  As I stood there naked I was assaulted by the tremendous g-forces exerted by his power. I was thrust back in my chair, and while I was unable to exert any control of my own at this point, I felt myself leave the confines of one heavenly body on the way to an interstellar meeting that I couldn’t wait for. I was almost disappointed as I felt all of the fuel in Melon’s Eagle 10 rocket expel itself into my space just as I was feeling myself escape Earth’s bond headed for a more sensual planet, but just as the Eagle 10 rocket disengaged and headed back to Earth, I felt Melon’s Dragonfly capsule position itself towards my airlock. With gentle puffs of air I felt his capsule dock with my spacestation and deposit it’s payload, just as the actual rocket shook the entire office. This combination of direct contact, and incredible off-site power brought me to one of the most power moments of pleasure I had ever experienced.

  As I was coming down from such an incredible experience I realized that Ray Kurzweil was right. That as my pleasure has been exponentially increasing day by day, I was approaching a Singularity of pleasure over which no mortal mind could predict the outcome. The only way to find out what the future would bring was to sit back and experience the incredible horizons in front of me.

  After Melon’s incredible lift off, and return back to Earth, he was taken by a creative moment. He thanked me for the inspiration I provided him, and kissed me lovingly as he dropped me off at his car. As he drove off I could hear him discussing his breakthrough on long term space terraforming, and how he now knew he could conquer any potential void. All I could think of on taxi ride back was how lucky I was that there was still so much left on Earth to discover.

  Diamonds Last Forever

  My time at the Diamond club had become a nightly ritual, a place to relax, unwind and explore myself away from the pressures and frustrations of life. Best of all, it was a Roman-free zone; the Diamond Club is an exclusive place—it doesn’t matter how much money you have if you weren’t invited by another member.

  That night, though, I heard something that shook me to my core. The club was having its yearly masquerade that night. Everyone strolled about wearing feathered eye masks and thin silk clothing so that our identities were hidden but our bodies were exposed. Spontaneous bursts of passion rippled through the partygoers. Some copulated openly and frantically, letting animal lusts control them while others watched silently behind their masks, softly stroking themselves to climax.

  I was milling through the crowd, occasionally stopping to watch the action. In front of me, a lithe young blonde girl gyrated rhythmically on top of a liver-spotted, pudgy old man with an mastadonic manhood. Several had gathered to watch the couple and I stopped mesmerized by the rhythmic noise of the frantic rutting. Slurp! Clap! Moan! The sounds repeated over and over like music.

  I was fascinated by the way the young woman took charge and took what she wanted. Outside of the Diamond Club, the pudgy old man with the huge cock was probably a senator or a judge—but right here and right now he was just meat dildo for her pleasure.

  That was when I heard it, between the sounds of slapping flesh slick with natural lubricant.

  “Do you have any idea who I am?!” shouted a muffled voice from the club’s entrance. I didn’t have to hear the answer to know it. “Roman Motherfucking Dyle, that’s who!”

  My first reaction was panic—fear that my sanctuary wasn’t safe anymore. That reaction faded quickly, however. I wasn’t the same person that I was the day that Roman fucked me before fucking me over. I was the Queen of this place, and I was going to teach that asshole a little lesson in Royal Etiquette.

  Before I could even think of a plan, I pulled my thin silk drape over my hard nipples, made sure that my mask covered my eyes and nose, and marched towards
the entrance. Roman was shouting at the bouncer blocking his path, demanding to see the manager and threatening to have him fired.

  I pouted my lips like one of the silly bimbos Roman favors and I grabbed him by the necktie. I made my voice as bubbly and breathy as possible.

  “This one is with me!” I said, yanking on the tie and punctuating my declaration with a girlish giggle. The bouncer just nodded and let me pass—some people recognize authority when they see it.

  Romans eyes went wide as saucers after we rounded the corner to the clubs interior. The Diamond Club can have that kind of effect of people on any day, but it was particularly splendid that night in keeping with the party’s atmosphere of anything-goes lust.

  I yanked his tie, wrapping its length around my hand like I was reeling in a fish. I used the leverage to pull his ear down to my lips and whispered to him, “Let’s go someplace a bit more private.”

  He had seen my body countless times, and only my eyes were covered by anything more substantial than a wisp of silk, but it was obvious from his open-mouthed expression that he was drowning in the club’s atmosphere—too overcome by waves of passion to recognize me. Good, I thought, I don’t want him to see this coming.

  I yanked up the tie and continued leading him up the stairs in the back of the club to the private VIP rooms. The second floor of the club was like a seedy motel completely covered in velvet. All along the hallyway were numbered doors and outside of them were fainting couches strewn with the writhing flesh of people who appreciated an audience.

  I finally, I found the door I wanted and pulled him inside. The room was only dimly lit by the moon shining through a skylight, but I intentionally left the light off. I positioned Roman in front of a chair and shoved him roughly down on to it. I reached my hand down and felt his throbbing erection through his pants and gave it a hard squeeze before undoing his belt and yanking it out of his belt loops like a whip. His pants slid down to his ankles.