Before I can finish the sentence, her lips are on me and I’m so wrapped up in her tongue that I can’t breathe. I feel Marta making her way up my body, and then they’re both kissing me and kissing each other. Somebody mounts me; somebody drops their slit to my mouth. I don’t know who, and I don’t care. I’m just lost in all the sensations.
Fuck the club. This is bliss. These two know exactly what they’re doing and in just a few minutes I’ve got two women screaming in ecstasy under my attentions. Yeah. I’ve still got it.
Marta was the one riding my cock, so when she’s done, I just crawl up to Angela and slip inside her. Marta crawls up beside me and starts kissing me while I fuck Angela with a vengeance. Oh, god, happy birthday to me. Yeah. Hot, tight – I’m the only man she’s ever been with – and I’ve already come once so I’ve got a good twenty to thirty minutes to just enjoy myself. When she gets started, she really gets started. She starts to come, and then she comes again, and again, and again. Plus she’s begging for it, which is a huge rod-stiffener, if you didn’t already guess. Any man loves having a woman beg him to fuck her, and this girl’s huge tits and plump, satiny ass are all I need to make my joy complete. I manage to huff out, “Oh, god, girl, I wanna fuck you ’til I’m unconscious.”
“You fuck me however you want, big boy. Whatever you need. Give it to me, Dave! I want that big cock of yours pounding into my pussy.” Angela is coming unhinged as I stroke into her, and Marta sucks and fondles those big, dark, pebbled nipples. As she does, she leans to me again and locks her hot, soft lips to mine. In a voice hoarse from ecstatic screaming, I hear Angela whisper, “Oh, god, Dave, baby, you’re dead-ending up in me like a jackhammer.”
I manage to scream, “Oh, motherfucker! Holy fucking shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” And that’s it for me. I yank out of Angela just in time to spray ropes of steaming, white jizz all over her belly and mound, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Without a word, Marta leans over her and starts to lap it up with that long, rosy tongue of hers, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Unintentionally, I drop to my side on the bed and lie there, gasping for breath, my heart hammering so hard in my chest that I’m pretty sure it can be heard across town. Marta curls up against me on one side and Angela on the other, lying safe and warm in my arms, and I kiss each of them on the forehead. Then Marta says something that surprises me.
“We’re going to miss you when you finally find someone.”
Even in my orgasm-induced stupor, my eyes go wide, my eyebrows shoot up, and I just blurt out, “What in the hell made you say something like that?”
I can feel her shrug. “I dunno. It just came to me. You will, you know. Find someone, I mean.”
“Nope. Not likely.” What on earth makes her think that?
“You will.” Now Angela echoes Marta’s words. “The way you just fucked me? Some sub is going to come into that club one night, you’re going to fuck her, and she’s going to attach herself to you like a sticky ball to Velcro. And you’ll be out of circulation quicker than you can say ‘condom.’”
“Oh, come on. You can’t be serious.”
“I am! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately, David Nathaniel Adams? It’s like you’re caught in a time warp. Sure, your hair is whiter, but god, that body doesn’t look . . .”
“I know. Clint said it’s unnatural,” I laugh.
Marta kisses my nipple. “I don’t know about that. It looks just about as natural as anything I’ve ever seen. Beautifully, magnificently natural.”
Wow. This is turning out to be the most wonderful birthday ever!
“What happened to you? You’re almost glowing. Are you pregnant?” Ben the Beer-Bringer’s trying to be a smartass, and I know it.
“No. I just got spectacularly laid last night, that’s all.”
He laughs. “Happy birthday bang, huh?”
“You know it. Big, happy, awesome bang. Double bang. Man, I hurt all over. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten and given a fucking that was that aggressive.”
Now Ben really laughs at me. “Getting too old?”
“Fuck you!” I throw a towel at him and he ducks and laughs again.
Now he’s really laughing at me, and he’s not laughing with me when he says, “You’d better find somebody before you’re too old to cut the mustard!”
“I already said fuck you or I’d say fuck you,” I play-snarl. Once he’s finished with the beer delivery, I look around.
How pathetic. I live in a damn BDSM club. Why does everyone keep telling me, “When you find someone, when you find someone, when you find someone . . .?” Not gonna happen.
Then Melina walks in. God, that woman’s something. “Hey, darlin’, what brings you here?”
She grins. “Got anybody you think would like to be in a film?”
“Can old guys do that?”
She gives me the once-over. “That old guy standing in front of me right now? Hell yeah. I’ll do him on camera anytime.”
Oh, god, I want to do that. But Clint would kill me. I can hear him now: “Dad, what the hell are you thinking? Porn? Really?” And he’d be right. But it would be so much fun, I think. At least with Melina it would. “So, is this a bondage film, or punishment, or what?”
“Whatever it turns out to be. But you know me – I like it rough.” She licks her lips and all I can think about is undressing her with my teeth. Yum. Yes. I do know what she means. I’ve topped her about, hell, I don’t know, eighty times? I remember watching her as I fucked her one night, watching the way she was taking it and playing into it. I wondered if she’d ever make this leap, and she did. She loves it, being in front of the camera, showing off her body, performing any and every sexual act she can think of. It just comes naturally to her. There was one night when she put a pair of clover clamps on herself and walked around out in the commons area. Any time a guy grabbed them and pulled the chain to him, she’d drop to her knees and suck him off right there. Porn is just second nature for her.
“Yes. I remember that you like it rough. Would you like it rough right now?” I just have to ask.
To my surprise, she says, “With you? Right now? Hell yeah, Amazing Adams. Let’s get it on.” And she drops her clothes right there. I mean, it’s just a tiny little slip of a dress, but she’s naked underneath, and now she’s naked all over. By the time she makes the ten steps toward me, my cock is already popping my zipper. There’s no foreplay; there’s no warm-up. There’s no fondling or kissing or any of that stuff. She just looks me right in the eye, throws one leg up and over my hip, and thrusts her pelvis toward me. That’s all it takes. I slide in like a saber into its sheath, and in ten seconds we’re fucking like rabbits.
I’m pretty sure I get more pussy than any other guy my age that I’ve ever known or heard of. Except maybe Hugh Hefner, even though I kinda think I probably get more action than he does. And, by damn, it’s fun. My finger finds her control button and I pinch hard to initiate liftoff. And away she goes. When she does, she takes me with her, and we fly into our climaxes simultaneously. She takes my breath away, and apparently I do the same for her. “Damn, Dave, you fuck like a twenty year old.”
“And when was the last time you fucked a twenty year old?” I laugh as I grip her waist, and I plant a kiss on her nose.
“Um, last week.” Why did I even bother asking that question? I could’ve guessed the answer. I’m trying to tuck myself back into my jeans, but she says, “Here. Let me do that. I’ll clean you up good.” Her next move is to drop to her knees.
Oh. My. God. “Girl, did you go to college to learn to do that? Because if you didn’t graduate from BJU, you should have. You should get an honorary hummer doctorate. Fuck, girl.” I didn’t think I could get that hard again that fast, but apparently she knows the secret of the powerful erection. No little blue pills needed. To say she makes short work of me is an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever lost control that fast before, but I do – I re
ally do. When she finishes licking up everything she might’ve missed the first time, she tucks my limp dick back into my jeans and zips me up carefully. Then she stands and cups my chin in her soft palm.
“Dave, if I were the marrying kind, I’d be all over you like lube on a strap-on, but you know that’s never going to happen. I like fucking around way too much.” Melina laughs about it, but I know she means every word she just said.
“I know, baby. You don’t need to be tied down. Do your thing. Thanks for the fun and go have a good time.” As she turns to leave, I swat her on the ass and she laughs again.
“Save that for next time. And get some good rope!”
“You got it!” I call out to her as she walks out the door. Wow. What a way to start the day. Well, yeah, it’s four forty-five in the afternoon, but it’s the start of the day at Bliss. And I have a feeling it’s going to be a good one.
Chapter Two
“Do that one more time and you’ll never be allowed through our doors again. Got that?” I’ve got the asshole by the back of the neck and I’ve shoved his face into the surface of the bar. There are at least fifteen of the regulars standing around to offer me backup.
“Hey, man! I was just checking out the merchandise!”
I grind the cocksucker’s face into the bar a little harder and he whines, but I’ve got a point to make. “She’s not ‘merchandise.’ She’s someone’s sub, and you didn’t have permission to touch her. Didn’t you see the collar she’s wearing?”
“Yeah, but a lot of the Doms around here like to share.”
“That’s their call, not yours. You apologize to the lady and let me know you’ve learned something.”
When I remove my hand from the back of his neck, he straightens and wipes his mouth. Yeah, there’s some blood oozing from the split in his lip. He could’ve gotten a whole lot worse. He was messing with Bruce’s sub, Valerie, and Bruce wouldn’t take too kindly to that. If the Vietnam veteran had gotten to him before I did, he might be in a body bag now. I hear him mumble something. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
He starts out with a whisper that goes into a crescendo when he says, “I said, I saw her fuck three dudes last week. She’s not much of a lady.” Before I can say or do anything, he takes a swing at me.
Wrong move, asshole.
I catch his fist, flip his arm backward, and hear the “pop” as it dislocates. As he howls in pain, I hook a foot behind his knees, pull one out from under him, and he lands on his back on the floor with a “BANG!” And I’m pretty damn pissed. “Your membership is permanently revoked. If you ever show up here again, I can’t guarantee your safety. And if I run into you in public, god help you.”
“You ain’t gonna do shit, old man,” he growls up at me.
That’s when Andrew and Barry, two long-time members, step up. Barry glares down at him and says, “Adams can kick your ass faster than you can spit. And if he doesn’t finish you off, there’s a line forming to take a turn. Wanna see what he can do?”
The little cocksucker gets up and wanders away. “I’ll go back to the fucking Catacombs. I don’t have to put up with that shit.” Hearing him say Catacombs makes my skin crawl, knowing what happened to Sheila there. If that’s where he originally came from, he needs to take his ass back there. I don’t want him anywhere near the subs at Bliss.
There’s a slap on my back and I hear Andrew say, “Good work. For a guy who’s a hundred and eighteen, you still pack a pretty good wallop.”
I turn and try to give him a hard look, but I wind up laughing my ass off, and pretty much everybody else does too. Bruce has come out of the locker room, and I glance over to see Valerie still looking like she’s going to cry, maybe even a little scared of what’s going to happen when Bruce finds out, so I head that way. “Hey, man, we need to talk.”
“What the hell was that all about?” Before I answer that question, I turn to Valerie.
“You okay, darlin’?”
She nods quietly, eyes appropriately averted. “Yes, Sir. I am, Sir.”
I want to hug her, but she’s not mine to hug, so I turn back to Bruce. “Let me tell you what happened, and I want to let you know up front, Valerie had nothing to do with this. We all saw it, and the guy manhandled her. She didn’t invite it in any way. He just caught her as she walked by.”
There’s a look on his face that means death to someone, I’m sure. “Caught her? Caught her how?”
Valerie turns away before I say, “Grabbed one of her nipple rings as she walked by and pulled her over to him. She didn’t have many options; it was go or have it ripped out, and I know you wouldn’t have wanted that.”
“Oh, god, no. Val? Come here, baby.” She’s crying as she turns back around to face him, and he reaches for her and hugs her close. “Oh, baby, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. You all right?” When she nods, he looks up at me from under his brows. “Where’s the cocksucker?”
“Gone. Never coming back. He’s not welcome here, and if he comes back, he’s dead meat. I thought Andrew and Barry were going to take his head off for the way he was talking to me.”
“You should’ve seen Master Dave, Sir. He was awesome. He popped that guy’s arm out of place and knocked him to the floor. I was safe the whole time, Sir. None of the other Doms were going to let him hurt me.”
“I know, babe. Let’s just go home so you can calm down. It’ll be okay.” As he leads her back toward the dressing room, he turns and mouths a silent Thank you to me. I just nod and smile.
What a frickin’ crazy day. All the glasses are clean and put away, and the place is quiet, with just a few stragglers left. The door opens and in walks Clint – in a suit. “What the hell? Look at you! Where in the world have you been?”
He sits down at the bar. “I had a meeting with a client downtown. They wanted to take me to dinner. Oh my god, what a boring evening talking about metal coat hangers. They make coat hangers. I can’t imagine how mind-numbing those jobs must be. Did you know that there are at least eight alloy finishes for coat hangers?”
“Why, no, I did not. Never needed that info, so I never bothered to check it out. Perhaps I should,” I grin with deadpan sarcasm. He makes a disgusted face at me. “But what are you doing here? Where’s Trish?”
“Home. With the kids. She wanted me to stop by: Have you found an earring?”
Riffling through the lost and found box, I pull out two. “One of these?”
“Yep. That one,” he says and points at a pink crystal drop with a little pearl above the crystal.
“Good. Doesn’t look cheap.”
“Actually, it was. It just came from a department store around here somewhere. But they’re pretty and she likes them, and this was the last place she wore them.”
“Beer?”
“Sure.” He reaches for it when I’ve gotten it drawn and I draw myself one so I can join him, and I can’t help but notice his wedding band as it glitters in the low light. “So, anything exciting happen tonight?”
“Yeah. Melina came by and fucked me before we opened.”
“Oh, that’s nice. She still doing porn shoots?”
“Yeah. Came in here looking for some members to join her in one or two, but nobody was here yet and she couldn’t talk me into it.”
Clint shakes his head. “And please don’t let her, okay? Please?”
I have to laugh at the look of distress on his face. “No! I won’t, I promise. And then I had to bounce an asshole who came over here from The Catacombs.” With the word out into the air, I see Clint shiver all over.
“What was that about?”
“Grabbed Valerie’s nipple ring as she went past. Good thing I caught him before Bruce did or . . .”
“He’d be dead. Yeah, he would be. Bruce would snap his neck and not think twice.”
I nod. “Yeah. My fear exactly. I don’t want Bruce going to jail because somebody else is being an asshole.”
We stand in amicable silence for a few minu
tes as he finishes his beer. “I’d better get home. My clan will be looking for me. Thanks for the beer.”
I give him a smile. “Thanks for drinking one with me.”
Before he makes it through the door, he comes back to the bar and stands for a second before he says, “I feel guilty.”
I’m sure my face registers the shock. “About what?”
“About going home to what I have and leaving you here alone. About you going home alone.”
“I don’t have to be alone. I could get any of two dozen women in this place to go home with me. You know that.”
“You know I don’t mean having a sub stay the night with you. Dave, would you please . . .”
I shake my head. “Cut it out. Your mom started in on me about it too. Not happening. Go home. Love ya. Night.” I point at the door and he turns and walks out, shoulders drooping and hands stuffed into his front pants pockets.
I get everything put away and grab the bag of garbage that’s been sitting under the bar for most of the night. At the back door, I just walk out like I always do. And I get a huge surprise.
There’s a young woman cowering there. I’ve seen her, well, I think it was her, along with about three or four others, seen them running from the dumpster and out into the secondary alley between the buildings. They always do that when they see me come out the door.
But tonight is different. Trapped between the dumpster and me, she really has nowhere to go. Anywhere she turns, I’m right there. And she looks absolutely terrified. As I move toward her, she seems to shrink, and I hear her muttering, “I’m invisible. I’m invisible. I’m invisible.”
Towering over her, I peer down through her long bangs and matted hair until I can see into her eyes, big hazel eyes that seem lost. Something in her face, something in those eyes, tells me she doesn’t belong here like this. She’s shaking like a leaf, her gaze darting around in search of an escape route, and I decide I’ll try to make some kind of connection. I don’t know why. It just seems like the right thing to do.
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