16 #2
“Would you like me to come up and we can do all the fisting you were talking about?” She lands a solid punch to my gut and I fold, moving enough to allow her to squeeze out.
“Next time it will be your balls.” Her raspy voice in my ear makes my body shiver despite the roiling in my stomach from taking a knuckle sandwich. “Good night, Nico. Have fun with…your fist.”
I look under my arm still resting on the roof and watch her sashay away, her hips melodically swaying with each step.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock groaning with disappointment that it’s going to go another night without knowing what it feels like to be buried in her warmth.
“Twice in one week? Mr. Loving, you’re beginning to spoil us.” Sonja winks with a purr, and rakes her nails down my chest.
She does nothing for me. That’s not to say she isn’t a beautiful woman because she is. I just don’t feel for her the visceral need I do for Valentina. None of these girls do it for me anymore, other than being a vessel for my release.
“I’m the one who’s spoiled,” I fib. “Got a room for me?”
“Always. Follow me.” She takes my hand in hers and pulls me through the club. “Are you wanting someone special tonight?”
I shake my head and tell her, “No. But I need two. And I need a watching room, if you have one.”
She looks over her shoulder with a saucy smile. “I only have two girls who like to play and perform for an audience.”
“Okay. I’ll take them.”
We stop in front of room 4 and she unlocks and pushes the door open, awakening the darkness. I step foot across the threshold and examine the toys for me to play with. While it’s similar to others I’ve used, I’ve never been in this particular room.
I turn around and see Sonja looking at me, her eyes roaming up and down my body.
“Your girls will be in shortly.” She backs away and shuts the door behind her with a soft snick.
I study the room. Every corner, every surface, anything that can be used for pleasure and pain is at my fingertips.
I flip the buckle on my belt and tug my t-shirt from my jeans.
It gets pulled over my head and I toss it on the chair that sits in one corner.
We may need that later but for now it will do fine as a clothing rack.
I kick my jeans off just as the door creaks open and a leggy blonde steps in followed by…
“Sonja?” I’ve never seen her in this light, her hair down in tousled waves and wanton eyes, and the surprise is welcome.
She’s normally a version of Valentina –business minded and sophisticated– but with a heaping serving of seduction. I guess it never occurred to me that maybe she came to be the proprietor by way of worker.
“Shocked to see me?” The lock clicks when she flips it and she and the blonde take long and slow strides towards me.
“To be honest, yeah. A little.” The blonde glides her fingers from my chest to my back as she circles me.
Sonja, on the other hand, faces me head on with the confidence only a woman in a position of power can. She runs her hands over my abs and rests them on my defined chest.
“Is this going to be a problem?” she asks.
The blonde nibbles on my ear, my eyes closing on a moan, and Sonja slides over the ridges of my abs again, letting her fingers dip beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“N-no.” My voice is breathy and needy as she wraps her hand around my stiff cock.
I feel her long nails move through my trimmed pubic hairs. My throat bobs when I swallow the thick desire down and regain my control. I’m in charge.
I grip her wrist and squeeze until she releases me. Her eyes are large as she stares at me, the blonde still licking and sucking on my neck.
“Turn around,” I growl and she immediately obeys.
My hand smooths down her spine to her lower back where I trace the words that lie there. I squint, trying to make them out, but it’s dim and they seem to be in a different language.
“T’ma zhivet vnutri.” Sonja looks over her shoulder, her accent thick and one I’ve never heard before. “It’s Russian for darkness lives within .”
I stare into her eyes, searching for the darkness, but only see seduction.
Sliding to my knees and hooking my fingers in her red lace panties, I let them slip down her legs where they pool at her feet. Slowly I rise to my full height and run my fingers up the inside of her thigh. When they reach the juncture, I push my fingers inside of her.
She hisses and drops her head back against my chest. Her hips roll, grinding down, as I pump in and out. I pull my dick free and it springs with need.
I reach around and pull the blonde to stand face to face with Sonja and tell her, “get a condom.” She reaches over to the bowl sitting on the dresser and hands it over. “On your knees.”
She keeps my gaze as she moves to kneel at Sonja’s feet. Her tongue licks along her lips and they shine in the subtle light.
I take the foil package between my teeth, and rip it open. I slide it down my cock and ask, “are you read?” I whisper into Sonja’s ear, and she shivers.
When she nods, I grip my dick and rub it between her apple cheeks, coating the tip with her arousal that is already pooling. I turn my attention back to the woman sitting quietly and waiting for me to guide her moves.
“Suck on her wet pussy. I’m going to fuck it and I want to feel your tongue licking our juices.” I see her body shiver, her shoulders and breath shaking. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she moans, and gets to work, kissing up her legs.
I waste no more time and replace my fingers with my cock, and slam into Sonja. Her body jolts from the force and she lets out a loud cry. Her hand finds its way into my hair as I move with harsh pumps, and the other sinks into golden strands.
The blonde, whose name I still don’t know nor care to, buries her head between Sonja’s legs. Her tongue flicks her clit, and I feel it each time I pull out and shove back in. My fingers dig into Sonja’s hips and she lifts her leg to rest on her friend's shoulder.
I hear a faint click and quickly divert my eyes to the one-way windows. All three have a green light above them, indicating that we have an audience. A memory floods, thinking back to taking Soba with me for the first time to Club Wanton.
He wasn’t interested in participating, but watching brought him just as much pleasure. He was like a kid walking into Disneyland for the first time. His eyes were wide and wondrous as his mind took mental notes, soaking every minute in.
My dick grows harder and I drive deeper. The audience wants a show and I plan to give them one to take home and think about for days.
Devious thoughts play behind my closed eyes. Faster and faster I thrust until I feel myself on the precipice. Yanking myself free, Sonja gasps as if a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped on.
“On your knees, Sonja. Right next to your friend.” I push on her back and she fumbles awkwardly, clamoring to her knees.
I wrap my fingers around my angry cock, and rip the stifling condom off. My chest heaves and my blood races through my veins as I pump myself harder and faster until I feel my engorged head explode.
Cum spurts and I paint the women’s faces, milky streams dripping off of them. Eyes, nose, mouth, chin are all covered with my release and they hold out their tongues, greedily drinking down every drop that they can.
I grunt as the last of me drains out and watch the two of them run their fingers through the pools of cum, scooping it into their mouths. They’re like hungry little kittens, gorging on their first meal.
I bend down, my flaccid dick still hanging free, and kiss each woman, tasting my tangy cum on their lips. This isn’t the first time I’ve sampled my release, and it won’t be the last.
“Go clean up. We have a hungry audience and we owe them more.”