The invitation came, you thought it looked neat, you’d written to some private clubs, this must be the welcome from one. Embossed, glossy black. The Uber dropped you at a blank door.
As you approach it opens and you are ushered in, robed, the attendant touches his lips, indicating silence. Down to the basement, must be a playroom, there’s a Jacuzzi and a swing made only of straps.
Attendants sweep you on to a central chaise, gently disrobed and redressed in a cool black silk robe by shirtless attendants, deeply muscled.
You lay back, their hands slip into the robe, one oiling and caressing your decolletage, shoulders and neck. The other takes your knee in one hand the other runs up your thigh. The first man’s hands descend to your breasts, cupping, weighing. The fingers cross your tummy, tickle and you shiver as they find home. Surrounding, again cupping your pubis.
The central finger glides from your entrance, transporting slickness around the labia. You want more when you feel their hands meet at your core. Playing with you, and each other, working now one inside, tentative, the other outside boldly rubbing around your slick clit.
Now you feel them stop. You’re distraught, urgent ache, as you reach for yourself you see him come in, the others deferential. He’s beautiful, toned and naked, tall but also muscular. He steps astride the chaise and roughly and effortlessly lifts you by your thighs to his mouth.
Tasting you deeply you respond, drawing breath while arched backwards. As the rhythm of his tongue builds the tension on your clit little flutters rolling, an involuntary moan emerged from your throat. In a single toss, he lifts and turns you, now facing him, his thick phallus.
Holding your face away from his corded thighs you eyed this manhood. Thick and veined it is taught, as you consider his mouth descends again to your clit. Your eyes shut and mouth open distracted the head bounces on your lips. You open and take it in, the rounded head sucked in.
You open and take it in, the rounded head sucked in. Your hand grasps his cock at the thick root, your other hand mirrored around it stroking in time with his hips. Your jaw aches but the smooth head against your tongue seems like velvet. Your orgasm proper is triggered by this.
You shudder, threatens to slip from his grip. His mouth leaves you and lays you down. Your back against the chaise you look at your distended sex, already red, stretched, and puffy as he stands before you. Your eyes widen taking in the width of his cock head and he approaches.
Taking a foot in each soft hand. Raising your left foot to his mouth he sucks in your toes, tongue zigzagging between, his face slick with your arousal. He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, his body heat surrounds you, your feet on his shoulders.
He places his thick cock at your entry, you look down in apprehension, curved head like a tennis ball. He moves forward, orifice stretches as he eases in, impossibly tight, pressing you into the cushioning.
And then pressure deep in your abdomen, blood pressure ringing in your ears, full beyond about, and still more. Mercifully, he stops, you look and there’s still a hand’s width between you. Still there’s a strain senses like a mouth too wide, muscles threaten to cramp.
Your legs twitch as he strokes out, stopping short of the head. There was relief, and then want as he strokes down- delicious, slick pressure again. A slow rhythm seems to push and pull your very core, over pressure, want, over pressure and this climax builds centered on your strained sex. Delicious ruin. Ears ringing, rising. You open your eyes, see the impossible to-ing and fro-ing and realize he’s now going full depth, your foamy lube clinging, you trigger again, legs loose, straight but shuddering. Your eyes squeezed shut.
You feel his rhythm increase, his breathing deepens. Second wave engulfs you. His rhythm increases again, bodies slap, your legs and hands scramble against the pounding. Another wave crashes home, his hand holding him up beside your head your forehead resting against it.
His other hand rocks your hip, driving you together on his downstroke, collision of sparks in your mind. And again, your breath short panting now. He groans, breathing stops, strokes hard, relentless and he pulls out.
Your eyes snap open, focus on his hand tightly clutching his red cock, it twitches laying a short hot sprurt onto your belly, now feeling empty, evacuated. Your eyes meet, he moans, shivers and a second spurt to your neck, sticky. Eyes linger, he leaves, your nakedness raw.
An attendant in white scurries over “we have to leave, now”. Your drowsy, weak. “Your allure has prevented the dark old from your sacrifice. We must go!” You resist, his beauty, power, strength and darkness. “No, I’ll stay if it’s all the same” END
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