by Liz Gavin
“Madam, you’re too much. I think I died and went to Heaven. A very naughty, wicked Heaven!”
I rock my body back and forth between them. I don’t know who’s getting me more turned-on and I don’t care. Sam looks up at me. He’s gorgeous dark blue eyes are heavy with desire. He smiles and rolls both my nipples with his expert fingers.
“My sweet Clara, you don’t need to call us Sir or Madam for now. You’ve worked very hard tonight and have given us a lot of pleasure over the last couple of hours. We decided to give you something in return. You’ll get the girlfriend experience.”
“It’s not exactly vanilla sex, you know. How could it be when you’ll have Sam and me pleasuring you at the same time?”
“But we’ll make love to you, this time. You are free to do whatever you want, however you want it. What do you say?”
I’m dumbstruck. I turn my head from Sam to Jenny and back but can’t articulate an answer. Sam laughs at my expression and looks at her over my shoulder.
“Jenny, I think we’ll need to convince her it is a good thing.”
He rolls on his back, pulling me over his hard body. I lay on top, kneeling on the bed. We keep kissing, moaning and teasing each other. But his movements are slow and his pace is rhythmic. I find it strange but delicious. Our hands grasp, knead and pull each other’s flesh. Our nails scrape skin and leave faint red marks everywhere.
This new position pushes my ass up in the air and Jenny wastes no time to insert a finger in my tight little hole. I hiss at the unexpected invasion and the muscles in my ass grip her long index finger. She pulls it out and rubs it against my pussy for lubrication. She taps my clit and I see stars. She tries to slip inside my ass again and my body refuses her. She covers my back with her soft body and whispers in my ear.
“Let me in, gorgeous. Relax your body for me.”
Her sweet words, her warm body and her wet tongue in my ear do the trick and I let her enter me. She sighs and kisses her way down my spine. She plants open mouthed, wet kisses over my flesh, licking me and rasping her teeth without breaking my skin. I feel goose-bumps forming when the wet spots meet the cold air in the room. She gets to her final destination and worships my butt with her hands, mouth and tongue. She licks and bites my cheeks. She kneads my round buns, squeeze them together, then, spread them apart. Her finger tip plays with the entrance muscles of my anus and I can’t breathe.
“Oh, god, Jenny. This is so good. I need you inside. Please, fuck my ass.”
“We’re making love to you, sweet thing. Remember?”
She laughs at my outburst but moves the wicked finger further inside me. She twists it around, crooking it a little and pressing my tight walls. The sensations she’s creating in my butt intensify the response my body gives Sam as he fondles and suckles my tits. My breasts swollen in his hands, my nipples are hard and my skin is flushed. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me down to kiss me, a long and sweet kiss. His tongue dances with mine before he traces my lips with it and his teeth nibble my full lower lip.
“I am in Paradise. You two are my naughty angels.”
I hold Sam’s face and return his kiss with all my heart. He’s the sweetest thing and I can’t get enough of him. Jenny stretches me and inserts a second finger up my ass. She pumps them in and out of me alternating her fingers with her tongue. Each time she goes in, she scrapes my walls and manages to move further inside. She stretches my hole and I buck against her hand and mouth.
Sam doesn’t let me move much, though. He keeps a firm grip on the back of my thighs keeping me in place and my ass opened for Jenny’s fingers. He captures my mouth again, distracting me from her actions. He lifts a knee and when it connects to my wet pussy I hump him, moving my sex back and forth over his muscular leg. The tension inside is killing me and I want some release. The friction makes my walls tremble and I’m sure he feels the moisture running out of me and coating his skin.
“She’s soaking wet, Jenny. Use her juices for lubrication.”
She rubs something cold around my entrance, on my clit. At first, I think it’s her finger but I soon discover my mistake. I can feel a string of small balls. She’s lubricating metal ass beads. The balls are linked by a thin semi rigid shaft. I get excited at the idea and wiggle my ass at her.
“Oh, that’s kinky, Jenny.”
“It was Sam’s idea.”
She swats my butt without hurting me and giggles. It’s a delightful sound that reverberates inside my sex and concentrates in my clit. Without warning, she inserts the beads in my ass and her fingers in my pussy. The angle gives her easy access to my front wall and G-spot. She taps the hard muscles there as she invades my ass with the metal balls. The sensation of the balls passing through the narrow entrance of my anus is exquisite. I inhale when the bigger balls meet some resistance from my muscles but Jenny presses my G-spot harder and I quiver.
“I brought this special toy just for you, my gorgeous Clara. Hope you like it.”
Sam sits on the bed bringing me up with him. Then, he kneels, keeping his body upright. He arranges my butt on his lap. I straddle him and wrap my arms around his neck. He looks me in the eyes and runs the back of his hands over my nipples. I forget to breath.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I never get tired of looking at you.”
Jenny kneels behind me and mirrors his movements running the back of her hand up and down my spine. I shiver and she traces my ear with the tip of her tongue and her throaty whisper rolls over my body.
“That’s true, Sam. Before I met Clara here at the Club I watched her movies and wished I could be like her. Do you know I used to have wet dreams with you, my sweet Clara?”
I grab her head and pull her for a long, sensual kiss. Our tongues slide against each other and I suck at her lower lip.
“No, Jenny. I never thought a beautiful young girl such as you would want an older woman like me. You can have any woman you want.”
“That’s the thing. I never wanted any other woman. Just you, Clara.”
She crushes my mouth again and I moan as she twists the ass beads inside me at the same time as Sam enters my dripping pussy with his engorged cock. He hisses and sighs. My inner muscles grip him before relaxing a little to accommodate his girth.
“Oh, god, you’re tight. I love it about you. The way you feel like a glove around my dick.”
Sam rests his hands on my hips but lets me set the pace. I move up and down, back and forth, riding his shaft. I roll my hips and throw my head back. He sucks and licks my exposed neck.
“I love your round, full breasts. The way they fill my hands drive me insane. My mouth dries and my pussy trembles.”
Jenny follows her words with actions. She grabs my tits and grinds her crotch against my ass. I feel the moisture of her curls spreading over my butt cheeks.
“Oh, god, Jenny. That’s so hot. Don’t stop!”
I reach behind me and grab her by the hair pulling her face closer to kiss her again. My other hand finds her cunt and I sneak two fingers inside her. She’s soaking wet and they slide in without resistance. The angle is a little awkward but I crock a finger and press it against her front wall. She whimpers in my mouth and puts her hand over mine, trusting me deeper inside her sex.
The friction of Sam’s hard cock against my tight walls as I ride him, the beads moving inside my ass and Jenny’s lithe body pressed against my side combine to create a mammoth wave of lust and desire. I go under. I want to drown in the vast sea of pleasure Sam and Jenny offer me. My body trembles and my pussy clamps Sam’s dick.
“I-I-I can’t take it anymore. I can’t wait. I’m going to come. Please, Sir. Madam. I need to come.”
Jenny and Sam hold me tight, sandwiching me between these two gorgeous people, and he whispers in my ear.
“Clara, sweetie, you don’t need permission to come.”
“Oh, my god!”
The orgasm hits me like a tsunami when Jenny pulls the beads out of my ass and Sa
m explodes inside me. I lose the ability to talk. To think. I only feel. My body convulses in their arms. The hot jets of his cum hit my womb, intensifying my climax. My cunt spasms and milks his cock, draining him. I shout and sob. Sam pulls away and frames my face with his big hands.
“You’re a vision, Clara. I love to see you come.”
Sam kisses me hard, biting my lip, pulling it between his teeth. He inhales my arousal and his own orgasm robs his control and he can’t avoid playing rough now. Jenny’s sweaty body absorbs my quivers and calms me down. She runs a hand on my hair and kisses my shoulder, smiling against my skin. I feel her wet cunt pulsing against the round curve of my ass, her moisture coats me.
“You are out of this world. I came just watching you and Sam together.”
We caress each other for a few more minutes. Sam slips out of me but keeps me in place, holding me tight against his chest. Jenny sits down beside us. They kiss and I run my hands over their backs. When our hearts slow down to a more regular pace, Sam remembers we have to be somewhere. I don’t know what they have planned for my last scene and they don’t want to spoil the surprise.
“I hate to be the party-pooper, my gorgeous girls, but we’ve gotta go.”
It takes some time for us to leave the room and head to the Lounge. We take a quick shower in the in-suite bathroom. We play around a little more under the large showerhead, teasing and arousing each other, and having fun.
We return to the bedroom, Sam and Jenny start getting dressed. Sam stops when I bend down and pick up my panties from the floor.
“Don’t! Stay as you are. You look great and I want everybody to admire my beautiful, naughty pet. I’ll be the envy of the Club tonight.”
My muscles tense, my spine goes rigid but I don’t say a word. I’m sure he senses I’m uncomfortable at the idea of walking around naked, though.
“Good girl! It’s rare to find an actress who’s not a bit of an exhibitionist,” he winks at Jenny who chuckles in response.
I drop my clothes on the bed as a wave of nausea churns in my stomach.
“Oh, my god! This can’t be happening!”
I panic. I must keep calm not to disappoint my Master, again. After all, he has prepared the surprise for me. I try to remember my yoga classes and the techniques I’ve learned to relax. None seem to work, though.
“Don’t look so sad. If you behave and make me proud of your performance, I’ll fuck you, too.”
Sam turns and walks to the other side of the room to talk with Jenny. They speak so quietly I can’t hear a word. No amount of yoga breathing exercises can save me now. My throat closes and my stomach somersaults. What does he mean by that? Who else is going to fuck me in public?
They return to my side and he signals me to follow them. We go down the stairs to the second floor, pass a series of closed doors. There’s nobody around. Maybe there isn’t anybody else at the Club tonight. I can’t hear a thing, anyway.
At the end of the corridor, we pause in front of a closed double door. When Jenny opens it wide, bright lights and a cacophony of voices, shouts and wails greet us.
“Oh, hell, I’m fucked up,” I groan and freeze as the huge room comes into sight.
There are dozens of people, maybe a hundred. I can’t tell who are the clients and who are the staff. They are dressed in costumes, in leather, in lace, and in plain clothes. Many are undressed. Some wear masks, some are on leashes moving on their fours, and others are trussed up. There are people hanging from cuffs attached to the walls, others from harnesses hanging from the ceiling. People are being flogged with all kinds of different crops. Others are being paddled. There are people fucking their brains out in pairs, threesomes and more. And many are mere spectators, watching the action around them without taking part in any activity.
“Come, pet. I won’t tell you twice.”
Sam holds his hand out to me.
“I know you can do it. You need to have more faith in yourself.”
His words, and the sweet tone he uses, give me strength and I place my soft hand in his. My fingers disappear inside this warm palm as he pulls me flush against his front. His heat envelopes me, and the panic dissolves into nothing. I relax against his hard chest and muscular thighs. Sam leans down and brushes my lips.
“That’s my girl. Now go with Jenny. I’ll be over there.”
He dismisses me kind of coldly and moves to the other side of the room without glancing back.
Jenny is wearing a strapless mini-dress that hugs every dangerous curve of her petite body. Her perfect butt sways in front of me as we walk through the crowd. I can’t control my reaction and the liquid lust pools inside my hot pussy coating the top of my thighs. When we reach a raised platform, in the center of the room, Jenny signals me to step up. As I pass by her, she grabs my face and kisses me, deep and hard. My blood rushes through my veins making my ears ring and drowning all thoughts. The room disappears, and I can’t hear anything except my heart beating in my throat and the butterflies in my stomach. Until a loud smacking sound breaks the spell and a hard surface abuses my ass.
“Move. Up the stage. Now!”
I look down and see Jenny is holding a wooden paddle and smiling wickedly. Not even her dimples can soften the effect of that smile.
“Fuck, I’m in trouble.”
I climb up as fast as my wobbly legs allow me to move. I look around the room and a new wave of panic threatens to make me bolt to the door. I had hoped the spectators would ignore us in favor of other more interesting scenes. I figured the other people were too busy having fun to pay any attention to me and Jenny. I was wrong on both counts.
“There’s too many people. I can’t do this!”
Jenny answers me by paddling my butt a couple of times and my pussy once. I hiss and shut up, clenching my teeth. She moves around the platform, circling me slowly, making a show of examining my body from head to toe. She turns me around, displaying me to the crowd. She spreads my legs wide, then, bends me until my hands touch the floor to show them my ass and pussy. They cheer and I want to die on the spot. I feel I’m on an auction block. Jenny raises the paddle and runs its ragged wooden side through my skin, scraping it, leaving red marks in its wake. She quickly hits my butt and sex with the damn thing several times. The crowd roars their approval. Jenny helps me stand straight again.
My last hopes are crushed when I notice almost all of the other activities in the room have seized and the people are moving closer to the platform to watch us. I hear Jenny’s sweet, lilting voice behind me but she addresses the crowd.
“You all know Sam is her Dom but he has allowed me to be her Mistress for this little game he’s planned for our enjoyment tonight.”
Then, turning to me, she goes on.
“Be a good pet and you’ll get your reward. Spread your legs and plant your feet firmly on the floor. Clasp your hands behind your back.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When Liz Gavin was in Second Grade - just a couple of years ago, really - her teacher told her mother the little girl should start a diary because she needed an outlet for her active and vivid imagination. She was a talkative child who would disrupt the class by engaging her colleagues in endless conversations. She loved telling them the stories her grandfather used to tell her.
Apparently, the teacher wasn’t a
big fan of those stories, and Liz’s mother bought her a diary. She happily wrote on it for a couple of months. Unable to see the appeal of writing for her own enjoyment only, she gave up on it. She missed the audience her friends provided her in class. She went back to disturbing her dear teacher’s class.
Since then, she has become a hungry reader. She will read anything and everything she can get her hands on - from the classics to erotica. That’s how she has become a writer of erotica and romance, as well.
As a young adult, she participated in a student exchange program and lived in New Orleans for six months. She fell in love with the city and its wonderful inhabitants. NOLA will always hold a special spot in Liz Gavin’s heart. Nowadays, living in Brazil, Liz’s creativity has improved many times because it’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and sexy country.
Welcome to her world of hot Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you get the picture.
Other books by Liz Gavin
Sexy novels
Luck of the Irish
Upside Down - Complete Edition
Maureen
Steamy short stories & Collections
At the club
BDSM & Paranormal BOX SET
Between the Ghost and the Dom
Club Desire Collection
Craving Her
Fallen Angel – Chapter 1
Flying High
Girls have fun
Halloween at Club Desire
Halloween Collection
Halloween no Clube Desire (Portuguese Edition)
Her favorite Ghost
In the Lounge
Indecent Proposal
No Clube Desire (Portuguese Edition)
Maureen’s Tale (The Dark Side Series Book 1)
Maureen’s Lesson (The Dark Side Series Book 2)
Maureen’s Reward (The Dark Side Series Book 3)
Powerless
Sem Força (Portuguese Edition)
Take me to the Domme
Too hot to handle
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