I walk through the crowd of people, pulling her with me. She hasn’t said a word; I think she’s in shock. We go through a few doors and I lead her up some stairs until we reach a massive line up of rooms. Bill, an old friend, is standing by the doors.
“Spike, buddy, it’s been a long time.”
I extend my hand. “Bill, how you been?”
“Good, haven’t seen you around here in a while.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Busy.”
“You want a room?”
“Yeah, what you got?”
“Oral, anal, normal.”
“Normal. It’s her first time.”
Ciara makes an odd sound, and her eyes get even wider. I know what she’s thinking. She thinks it’s a sex club. Downstairs is, technically. People just meet, fuck, drink, fuck, and so on. Upstairs, though, is different. It’s for the kinkier minded. Ciara is about to see why.
Bill walks to the second door and he flings it open, extending his hand and ushering us inside. “Enjoy!”
We step into the room, and he closes the door behind us. I lock it, and turn to Ciara. She’s looking around the massive, maroon room. Her shoulders drop, and she seems to relax a little, but she hasn’t seen the best of it yet. I take her chin, turning her face until she’s looking up at me. “I’m trustin’ my instincts here, ‘cause I am pretty sure you’ll like what’s behind that curtain, but if you don’t, you tell me, yeah?”
“What is this place?” she asks.
“It’s a sex club. It’s mostly secret, and it’s mostly illegal. Owner is in with the cops, and so they stay open. Downstairs is for regulars; they come in, they drink, they fuck, and they leave. Up here is only for a few VIP customers. I’m one of them. I used to come here a lot. You know I have fetishes, Tom Cat, and I think you have the same ones. We’re about to find out.”
She looks confused, so I turn and walk over the large black curtain covering one wall. I grip the golden tie, and I pull it back.
She takes a few steps backwards, and her cheeks flush a deep red. Her fingers flex, and she looks like she’s about to have a panic attack. I’m about to close the curtain, but I can see her expression change slowly, and now it’s one of lust. She can’t move her eyes away, she’s watching, and she’s transfixed. I turn, and let my eyes settle on the picture before us.
Behind a large square of one-sided glass is a couple. They’re in another room, and while we can see them, they can’t see us, but they know we’re here. That’s the point. They do it because it gets them off, and we do it because it gets us off.
Right now, the two of them are fucking, doggy-style, on the end of the bed. The blonde male is driving his cock in and out of the dark-haired woman’s pussy, one hand tangled in her hair, the other slapping her ass until it flushes pink.
“W-w-w-what...” Ciara starts, but she can’t say anymore.
I walk over to her, gripping her hand and leading her closer. She steps up to the glass, and she reaches out, putting her fingers to it. “Can they see us?”
“No, babe.”
“Do they know we’re here?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“Why?” she whispers.
“People have fetishes, Tom Cat. Theirs is knowing they’re being watched...ours...is watching.”
She shudders, and presses her face closer to the glass. Taking the opportunity, I press myself up against her back. She trembles, and I run my fingers up her arms, gripping her wrists and raising them above her head. I press her hands flat against the glass, and then run my fingers slowly down her arms until I reach her breasts. I cup them through her top, gently kneading. She tries to hold back the whimper, but it comes out anyway. She’s fighting instinct. She knows she likes it, but she’s embarrassed that she does.
“You like it baby,” I rasp into her ear. “You like watching them fuck just as much as I do. I saw it the other night, I fuckin’ felt it. You can deny it, but I can see the way your body responds.”
“It’s so wrong,” she breathes.
“Ain’t wrong when they want it.”
“I feel dirty.”
“And yet you’re not, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.”
“You...you...come here a lot?”
“Used to.”
“Spike, I don’t...I don’t...I don’t want to like this.”
“But baby, you do.”
I cup her breast again, and she makes a strangled groaning sound. I lean down, sliding my mouth over her earlobe. “You like watching his cock driving in and out of her wet pussy.”
She shudders. “God...”
“You’re goin’ to come so hard when I touch you. I can feel your nipples hard against my hand. If I put my fingers in your pussy right now, you’d be coming around me in seconds.”
“Spike,” she whimpers. “I don’t...”
“You want me to stop, baby, you say the word. You say the word, and I’ll turn us around and walk out of this club. It’s your call.”
I slide my hand down her belly until I reach her pelvis. I press in a little, and she mewls. Fuck. Yeah. Her body falls back into mine, and that tells me she wants more, so much more. I run my hands down lower, and dip them into her pants.
She whimpers, and her entire body stiffens. She fuckin’ wants it. Every second of it. I slide the tips of my fingers into her panties, and into her wet, sweet folds. She’s damp, and fuck, I want to drive so deep inside her right now. She makes a strangled, gasping sound when I find her clit and begin flicking it. She loves it when I flick it. She’s got a thing for pain when being given pleasure. Little minx.
“Spike, I...oh god...”
Yeah, that’s what I want; her whimpering my name, unable to take her eyes off the couple in front of us. I flick her clit again, and she cries out, shuddering hard. Fuck. Just fuck. She’s coming already, and we’ve just gotten started. She flattens her hands on the glass in front of us, and cries out over and over as her body shakes. I slide a finger insider her, feeling her clenching and pulling around it. Her long blonde hair falls out of its clip, tumbling down her back. I reach one hand up and tangle it through those thick, gorgeous locks and I tug gently. She trembles violently, her body going far and beyond normal release.
“That’s just the beginning, baby.”
She whimpers again.
I smile.
This should be a fuckin’ great night.
~*~*~*~*
PRESENT – CIARA
My body is shaking so hard it feels like I’m having a fit. I’m ashamed of myself for coming so hard, so quickly. Spike is behind me, his big body pressed against mine, his warm lips on my neck, his finger deep inside my pussy. The couple through the glass are fucking so hard, the woman’s breasts are bouncing and she’s screaming loudly.
I feel my body jerk to life again. I want more. I want him to fuck me, hard against this glass. Then I want him to do it again. I’m so aroused, and part of me feels so incredibly dirty for it, yet the other part is screaming for more. I can’t turn my eyes away. I don’t know if I even want to.
“Taste how much you fuckin’ love it,” Spike growls behind me, sliding his finger from my heat and bringing it to my lips.
I suck, he hisses, and we both press harder against the glass. I can feel his throbbing erection on my back, and I’m getting desperate—I want it again.
Spike slips his finger from my mouth and spins me around, pulling me to him and crushing his lips down over mine. We kiss like it’s the last kiss we’ll ever have, and fuck, it’s amazing. Our tongues tangle, our hands grab and pull, our bodies press together desperately. We’re in a frenzy, a desperate need-to-fuck-now frenzy.
Spike grips my hair and tugs my head back. Our eyes lock and I can see the ferocity behind his expression. He wants me, and hell, he wants me bad.
Slowly he begins sliding down my body, I shiver, knowing what he’s going to do, and I want it more than I want his cock right now. When he’s on his knees in front of me, he looks up. Fuck, Spike on his kne
es, looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes, is doing magical things to my body. I reach down, tangle my fingers in his hair, and tug gently. He growls. Spike likes it when I’m rough; he likes it as much as I like it.
I bite my lip, and he makes a rumbling sound. I want to step out of my comfort zone right now, but I’m nervous that he won’t like it. Swallowing, and taking a deep breath, I rasp, “Put your mouth on me, Danny.”
He groans, and his eyes flare with need. “Baby, fuck, tell me how you want it. Tell me in detail, make me fuckin’ see it, feel it, want it...”
In a husky voice, I growl, “Put your mouth on my pussy, Danny, and suck. I want you to suck my clit until I’m screaming. I want you to put your fingers inside me, and fuck me so hard I can’t stand. I want you all over me.”
“Baby,” he rasps. “Fuck.”
“Now, Danny,” I breathe.
His eyes flare with lust, and he has me naked in seconds. When my clothes are tossed aside he grips my ankle, lifting it and putting my foot on his shoulder. Then his mouth is sliding up the inside of my thigh. I tremble, pushing my hips forward and tugging his hair harder. He hisses, and nips my thigh. I groan, god, I’m sick, but that felt fucking amazing. “Do it again, god, bite me again, Spike.”
“Danny,” he rasps, and then bites my thigh, hard.
I cry out, and throw my head up, letting my eyes settle on the couple on the bed. They are now in the middle of oral sex. The man has his mouth buried deep in the woman’s pussy, and she’s sucking his dick, hard. I mewl, and Spike keeps climbing higher up my thigh. He snakes his tongue out, tasting me, just touching my swollen flesh. I groan, and jerk my hips again, wanting more. God, I want him to take me hard, in any way he possibly can, and as filthy as he wants. He slides his tongue up my flesh once more, and I growl loudly, like a rabid animal.
“Danny,” I groan. “Put your mouth on me, please, put it on me.”
He chuckles, and then he slides his mouth over my clit and sucks it into his mouth, hard. I scream, yep, scream. I am still watching the couple, and the girl looks how I imagine I look right now. Her head is thrown back, her chest heaving with lust, her nipples hard and protruding. Her body is shaking with desperate need and want. I come hard, so fast it’s really shameful, but I can’t stop it. I can’t even try and stop it. I’m so wound up, I’m so desperate to see more and feel more. I don’t want to even think about the guilt of the situation right now, I just want to feel, and fuck, do I feel.
Spike bites my clit again, and he pulls the last of my orgasm from my body. Then he wrenches his mouth away, and slowly gets to his feet.
When he’s up, he spins me around, making me face the glass again. My legs wobble, and I reach out and steady myself. Spike leans in close, whispering into my ear, “Spread your legs, now. Hands above your head.”
I do as he asks; I spread my legs, and slowly put my hands up above my head. I hear Spike’s zipper go, and then I hear him removing his spikes. Jesus, that must get old. He tosses his jacket aside, and I see it land on the large bed in the corner of the room. He shuffles a little more, and then he’s behind me, his chest pressing against my back. He moves my hair to one shoulder, and leans down, sliding his tongue up the other until he reaches my ear. “You ready, baby? I’m gonna fuck you so hard, so slow, so deep, you’re not going to know which one you want the most. You don’t turn your face away from that couple. If you do, I’ll spank you. I want dirty talk, I want you tellin’ me how fuckin’ good it feels, how fuckin’ wet you are as I fuck you. Got me?”
“Y-y-yes,” I whimper.
“Eyes on them, baby. Tell me what you see right now.”
He presses his cock to my pussy, and I struggle to keep my eyes on the couple. I want to close them and groan loudly, but I don’t. I stare at the couple moving in front of me, and my body tightens. The man is now behind the woman, kind of like Spike is with me. Except he’s got her against a wall, her face smashed against it, and he’s got her legs up and over his arms. It’s an extremely odd position, but it’s also extremely hot. I groan as the man begins sliding his cock in and out of her. That’s when Spike drives into me. With one, deep thrust he buries his cock inside me. I cry out, and slap the glass. He growls, and brings his hand around to my front, finding my clit and flicking it.
“Tell me, Tom Cat,” he growls into my ear. “What are they doing?”
I know he can see what they’re doing, but the fact that he wants me to repeat it makes my body go wild.
“He’s...he’s fucking her.”
“More,” he orders.
“He’s got her against the wall, oh god,” I whimper as Spike tilts his hips, hitting that sweet spot.
“Keep going baby, don’t come yet, or I’ll pull out.”
“He, oh god, he’s got her legs in his grip, and he’s fucking her from behind.”
“Is he fucking her pussy?” Spike growls into her ear.
“Y-y-yes.”
“More, Tom Cat.”
“He’s spanking her, oh...god...oh...more, Spike, please more.”
“Tell me more,” he hisses. “More, baby.”
“His dick is so wet,” I pant, zoning my eyes on his cock sliding in and out of the woman’s pussy. “God, he’s so big. She’s wet, I can see her arousal.”
“Tell me about my cock now, baby,” he rasps.
“Your cock is bigger, thicker, harder. Oh god, your cock is perfect.”
“Yeah...”
He’s fucking me harder now, his hips slamming into my ass. My body is alive, and I’m trying so hard to hold my orgasm back. He’s flicking my clit, and fuck, I’m so close. When the man in the other room pulls out of the woman and he comes all over her back, I close my eyes and drop my head, screaming as an orgasm rips through me. Spike slaps my ass so hard; the pain rushes through my body, adding to the orgasm.
“Look at them,” he orders, his voice strained, husky, and full of lust.
I raise my head, even though I’m still shaking violently. Spike slaps my ass again, and I find myself begging and rasping, “More.”
He does it again and again, and his cock drives in and out, hard.
“Spike, come on me like that,” I beg. “God, come on me like that.”
I’m watching the man pumping his cock with his fist now, draining the last of his orgasm from it. The woman has his release all over her back, sliding down between her ass cheeks. Spike hisses behind me, and then suddenly he’s pulling out. I feel the first spurt of his come on my back, up near my shoulders. I groan as I feel the second and third, hitting me lower and lower each time. Combined with his deep, throaty growls and my own orgasm still being wrung from me, the moment is incredibly erotic. When Spike stops coming, and I stop shuddering, he spins me around and tangles his fingers in my hair. His cock is still hard, and throbbing. My eyes widen.
“You’re still so hard.”
He laughs hoarsely. “Baby, I will fuck you at least four more times before it goes soft.”
What? Oh. My. God.
“Why?”
He reaches down and wraps his fingers around his cock. “Because I fuckin’ love it, that’s why.”
He begins stroking, and my body jumps to life yet again. I turn my eyes to the couple in the other room. They’re fucking again. My eyes widen, and my mouth drops open. Spike chuckles, and presses himself up beside me. “He takes Viagra so he can fuck her all night.”
“God, he must be tired,” I whisper.
“No, baby, he’s full of lust and need. Like me.”
“Are you going to fuck me all night?” I whimper, turning to face him.
“Babe, I’m going to fuck you until the sun is shining.”
I swallow, and suddenly feel like a tiny, fragile little girl. Spike is looking at me like he wants to eat me alive, and shit; it’s both scary and thrilling. He steps toward me, and I find myself stepping back.
“Baby, you don’t wanna fuck, you just say so...”
I do want to fuck. Oh, I do
. I just want to play first. I smile, and step back again. Grinning, he walks toward me, looking like a tiger about to lunge. I keep backing up until I’m pressed up against the glass. He stops in front of me, flashing me that gorgeous smile. “Tom Cat wants to play. Tell me, how do you wanna play?”
“I want to do what they do...”
Spike’s eyes widen. “You wanna copy?”
“I wanna copy.”
“Baby, fuck...”
I grin. “Yeah, fuck. Can you handle it, Danny?”
He grins, looking like a man on a mission. “Baby, I can handle it.”
We both turn, and stare at the couple in the other room. My cheeks flush, and my body grows hot. Right now, she’s on her knees sucking him. I turn to Spike, and he grins and points to his cock. “Away you go, baby.”
I drop to my knees, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. He hisses, and I take my time bringing him to my lips. I swirl my tongue up and down his shaft, and over his balls, before taking him into my mouth. When I do, the sound he makes is primal, and all male. He grips the sides of my face and gently works himself in and out of my mouth. He groans, and I smile around him. I love having the control, even just for a second. I suck and lick, enjoying the moment, tasting our lust on him. With a pained groan, Spike slides his cock from my mouth and stands me up. I realize it’s because the couple has moved. Now, the man has the girl on his lap in a chair, and she’s riding him.
I put my hands on Spike’s chest, and I shove him toward the chair in the corner. He drops down on it, and I climb onto his lap. His eyes are on mine, and fuck; the expression on his face right now is enough to take my breath away, permanently.
He grips my hips, lowering me down onto his cock. As he slowly sinks into me, we both groan. I grip his hair, pushing my chest out and bringing my nipple to his mouth. He leans down, wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly. I whimper, and turn my face to the couple. The expression on the other man’s face is very similar to Spike’s.