Lisa, a broad shouldered fair skinned white woman in her early 30s, stepped out of the elevator bank at her firm onto Wall Street, squinting as she put on her black wayfarer sunglasses and assessed the street. For a minute she took in the sun, breathed in the air around her, allowing the slight breeze to ruffle her trench coat over a black pants suit/white button down combo. It felt good to get out of the office during the day for what felt like ages.
She turned on her heels in her Gucci loafers and began walking with purpose, her trench coat twisting with the wind as she made her way. Her brunette choppy pixie cut blowing in the wind and her curvaceous figure silhouetted by her outfit. She walked with confidence.
New York in the summer was hot and romantic, she thought. Blue skies, lustful desires. Aches needing to be soothed.
She walked a few blocks, sidestepping confused tourists, hurried business people, and people who didn’t have a clue what was going on. After a couple more blocks she made a left down a relatively clean alley between two brick buildings. She walked up to a door and knocked. A door opened and a burly black woman with a natural haircut in a tank top and jeans with shiny biker boots stepped out. Lisa flashed a membership card and was promptly ushered inside.
She took off her glasses and let her eyes adjust to the darkened narrow barroom that funneled customers past the bar down a hallway straight ahead where a door sat at the opposite side of a rotunda with a huge sign over it labeled “The Tea Room”. She nodded at the bartender, a beautiful butch Latina woman with a tight leather vest and blue jeans to show off her lovely figure, all topped by a fresh comb over razor fade that caught Lisa’s eye. Her pulled back blonde hair and ruby red lips were the only thing faintly femme with her. A coat person stepped from the side to take her coat. She nodded to the bartender, pulled out a cigarette case, plucked one into her lips, and lit it. She began walking down the hall.
Lisa couldn’t remember the last time she was here, but knew it had been at least 6 months. Time flies while making money. She was introduced to the club through an ex-girlfriend of hers she met while working on the street. At the time she was experiencing the most stress she had taken on at any one time and needed an outlet apart from the relationship during the day. her friend gave her a card and the rest was history. She was comfortable with her sexuality and loved playing with others who felt the same.
As she walked, she glided past the bar with a soft nod to the bartender. She took a puff of her cigarette in front of the door, and smirked slightly as she exhaled.
An Asian woman stepped out, swiftly closing the door behind her, slightly flushed looking down to the floor with sunglasses on. She was smoking a cigarette and was wearing a fine silk black dress and stilettos. It looked like she had been there since the previous evening. Her hair and makeup still looked perfect, though. Class personified.
“How’s the action today?”Lisa inquired.
“Superb.”, the stranger replied.
The woman dropped and snuffed out her cigarette, passed by Lisa and exited the establishment with a nod to the bartender as she closed the door behind her.
Lisa resettled herself and drew in a breath. After a moment she pushed through the door. Immediately she was delighted with a cacophony of sensations and delights. In the open loft several huge windows let in plenty of light and air. A set of club chairs and matching couch in the center under a magnificent chandelier and a fine red oriental rug underneath the coffee table. A small radio was streaming jazz music through speakers spread throughout, hidden by beautiful yellow Texas roses. In the corner, though, was where Lisa’s eyes and ears landed at last.
In the far corner there were several women positioned around what looked to be her favorite piece of furniture in the Tea Room: a highly configurable burgundy and mahogany spanking and fucking bench, situated head on with a beautiful gilded full length mirror. Today there seemed to be quite a show already in place: besides the lovely gaggle of naked professional women aged anywhere from 21 to mid 60’s, standing around the bench, there was a naked black woman with a strap-on pegging the bejesus out of a fit and tanned olive skinned man in his 40s, with a decent cock and balls hanging down oozing pre-cum. All the women were egging on the ebony goddess as she alternated her strokes between deep and long and short and fast.
Lisa could feel her breath shorten, her cheeks immediately flushed, and her pussy coming alive with what felt like a roiling inferno. On the wall to the right of a woman was a mid 20’s Latina, with beautiful black hair, naked, on her knees, shackled at the wrists to the wall riding a Sybian. It was controlled by a white butch dyke who was smiling in her leather vest and chaps outfit (with nothing on underneath, behind her silver,aviators, with a cute blonde pony tail. The Latina was out of her mind in pleasure.
A porter softly approached Lisa on the right offering a tray for her to ash her cigarette and offering an arm to take her clothes. She softly took off her double breasted blazer, blouse and trousers, and then handed those to the porter as well. At 5’9”, she was no slouch. And her high wasted matching red french lace lingerie, imported, accentuated her delightful bottom hourglass curves. She was a b cup in the chest, but she filled out the ass portion of mom jeans very nicely.
Fully disrobed she began to take in the scene and become ever more aroused. A different porter arrived and took her drink order: Jack & Coke. For a scene so tawdry she needed something to match. Finally a third porter took her request for toys: 8” vibrating dong, with leather harness, deer and mule flogger, ball gag, and burning candle.
Lisa had always appreciated the kinky side of life: quite frankly, it made life worth living. Her drink arrived and she took her first sips. The markets would be closed in a couple hours, who cared. Her first kink experiences in life were in college and with her first boyfriend she developed her appetites. He had taught her a lot. She missed him and wished him well but she had other things to try in life and they parted amicably. Now on her own in the big bad city she had learned she could have a big dick when she chose. She tried not to hurt anyone with it.
As she approached the gaggle of women the ebony woman topping looked over her shoulder and smirked as she shuddered with orgasmic ecstasy with each precise thrust she delivered. The remaining women were in various states of casual touching, breast caressing, or outright making out. It smelled like a classy establishment: Chanel pussy.
The porter arrived with her accessories. She removed her panties and sunglasses, placed them on the silver tray, and removed the harness/dong, and other accessories. A second porter arrived to help her step into the harness and position the dong for maximum clitoral stimulation. A final porter arrived with a replacement drink and another clean ashtray. She lit up another cigarette.
“You ready?” the current top asked, withdrawing her cock from the obviously in ecstasy man pussy she had just been fucking.
Lisa cocked an eyebrow and nodded her affirmation.
The goddess stepped over to the Latina, and ordered her to suck her cock clean. The woman accommodated. Eventually she withdrew from her mouth and a porter attended to her with towels as she passed by Lisa.
After a millisecond hesitation she looked over to the butch and requested the Latina to be placed laying down face up under the mans cock under the fucking bench. Lisa approached the bench, gazing around at the other woman and her bottom while she took a long drag on her cigarette. She was so turned on that she could almost cum by just a hair graze, but she at least wanted to enjoy this for a few minutes before she became an orgasmic mess. “Huh”, she wondered, “is this what guys have to go through with a girl they really want to fuck? Trying to contain the excitement and have enough for everyone to enjoy.”
Lisa kept her composure as she continued to step to the stand. With a quick adjustment the porter re positioned the bench for perfect penetration height. She noticed the man took care of himself but was not fussy…he wanted to present a nice canvas for his top at all times…a perfect little bitch. Must work in accounting, she thought.
She put out her cigarette and took a sip of her drink and set it back on the porters tray. A second porter produced her favorite lube and the ball gag for her bottom. She strapped on his gag and nibbled his ear lobes while she did so. He moaned in pleasure. God she loved a man taking it up the ass and enjoying it. Calm down and enjoy it, she said. Deep breath. Release your tension, breathe in the warm air, enjoy the moment.
After some anal fingering and lubing of her cock she looked down to spy the Latina with eyes glazed over staring back, in obvious sexual ecstacy, rubbing her cunt. She looked up at the butch, eyed her up and down, motioned her close, grabbed a piece of the woman’s leather clad ass and gave her a deep kiss.
She pulled away and refocused on the task at hand and regained her composure.
Her first pegging back in college left her with a lustful passion to fuck men that had never abated. It was nice to be filled up with some lovely cock, it was another to take out the tension and energy of the day by filling up some love bottoms ass with her practiced thrusts…shivers of pre-orgasm began to titillate her senses. It smelled like delicious perfume, cum, and smoke mixed with a warm summer breeze. Life in a nutshell. The ambience of the room heightened the moment.
With nary a thrust she slid her head into his waiting pussy. He groaned with delight…a few drops of lube landed on the Latina’s face, and she moaned while rubbing her pussy. Lisa smiled.
The jazz on the radio was building to a rhythmic harmony with her thrusts and she was getting into the groove of her own intense burning. The bass chords being played pierced and played with her erotic energy, water and fire creating a steaming bath of sensuality. She could see her bottom was in ecstasy, leaking pre-cum like a faucet, right onto the young woman’s face Lisa could feel her own juices slide down her inner thigh. She was in heaven. She had needed this for weeks.
For a few minutes she enjoyed playing with her little bitch: soft, slow strokes alternated with deep, hard thrusts, her bottom moaning every step of the way. She loved seeing a man’s spread ass handling dick. Gave her a thrill, it was sexy, he was happy.
As he crept up her tempo she could feel her first orgasm coming on..behind her the tall black woman came behind her, interlaced her arms through the front of Lisa and started rubbing her nipples while licking her ear lobe as the first waves of her orgasm came on, the simultaneous clitoral stimulation and physical stimulation plus the visual of her bottom backing onto her cock while she stood there taking it all in, nearly made her black out. She swore she could hear the woman on the ground orgasm as well.
The woman around the bench let out a collective affirmative murmur as Lisa rode her wave. She had been pent up for weeks. Never getting around to doing what her biology demanded she needed. It was like a spark of light in her otherwise dark work focused brain that took over completely.
Lisa continued her rhythm, slapping the ass of her bottom as she attempted to regain a measure of composure. A devilish smile crept over her ruby red lips as her thrust became luxurious and slow in nature, attempting to finish off her bottom by tapping his prostate. With a solid thrust, she hit home. He came with a thunderous body shake right onto the waiting Latina’s face, as she shuddered from yet another orgasm.
The ladies collectively caressed the bitch as Lisa began her final thrusts to complete her needs. As the final riptide came over her, she felt as if a weight of a thousands pounds was lifted off her shoulders as she yelled out to the ether while watching herself in the mirror, being proud of how great her hair, makeup, and tits looked: she looked like a fucking boss. Her bottom was sexy as fuck.
The black woman smiled at Lisa as she finished thrusting and gave her a warm kiss and embrace. The other woman followed suit. Everyone is tested at the club once a month, she reminded herself, plus she could always say no. The house safe word is “pineapple” so it’s not even something she would have to think about.
Lisa all of a sudden felt drained. A porter came over to untie the man, and drape a robe over him, while she was draped herself. The woman on the floor was lifted up. Her and Lisa kiss before the other woman departed. The man stood up, gingerly, and gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her as well.
Lisa turned on her heel. The porter was there with another cigarette and a diet coke for some caffeine. She moved to the public showers where the other players were smiling and laughing, taking a shower getting ready to continue their day in a very congenial tone. She smiled again. She loved the vibe she felt when she came here. It felt like a warm clubhouse.
By the time she had toweled off and was dressed, The Tea Room was already cleaned, aired out, and back in proper order as if nothing had ever happened. She liked that. She liked the discrete ability to be with friends, fuck like animals, and return back to their lives unassuming. The porter lit one last cigarette for her as she took in the room as she overlooked the various finger foods for energy. She took an extra Oreo due to the calories burned.
Finally she decided it was time to go. From door to door it had been all of an hour. Fast effective service, and a sense of urgency and it was no more busy than a gym session, just fucking involved. She walked out the door to be greeted by a group of new professionals waiting to come in.
“How’s the tea today?”, the group leader, a thick Latina, asked.
“Superb”, Lisa replied, and continued walking past the group.
As Lisa began walking out the bartender offered her complimentary house tea. A strong English Breakfast Black Tea. Lisa thought wistfully about the scene she just enjoyed and savored the tea in her mouth at the same time. The delicate tea cup softly cradled in her hand as she gazed affectionately at the bartender as she bent over away from her. She always did like a nice meaty butch ass. Lisa was feeling adrift in her post-coital bliss when she finished the tea and stepped away from the bar. One kiss on the check to the door person later and she was back on the alley and street in a quick haste.
One thing was for certain, as she put on her glasses and started back for the office: she needed more tea in her life.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u53rgn/the_tea_room_fffm_group