The Club

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I had been promising you a trip to The Club for some time. Although sometimes perhaps it was more of a threat, a delicious, alluring terribly kinky threat, whispered into your ear as I torment you, denying you climaxes as I take my own from you. Eventually I always made you come as you thought of all the things that might be.

I had first heard about it online, mentions and allusions of a members club where couple could go and explore sharing fantasies. I’d developed a reasonable following on a few online forums, regularly posting the incredible sounds of our fucking to much positive feedback. I’d told you that I had posted every now and then, and had let you know the feedback but never told you who I was, so that I retained some anonymity. My whispered threats to share you with a pretty brunette had been listened to by some members of the club, and an invite had been offered, along with some pictures of their partners for me to choose from. Judging from the variety of outfits and multiple partners featured in the photos, the ladies interesting in helping were used to these scenarios and clearly very skilled at making their partner’s climax.

Eventually I settled on a pretty brunette, who seemed to favour a long ponytail, had a pretty mouth and a dexterous tongue. Through her master at the club we exchanged messages and a plan had begun to form to give you a night to remember. We were to meet there, I was to introduce the two of you and leave you to get to know each other, joining her master who was attending with a new sub he was breaking in. I had been offered her to try out but graciously refused, my B’s pleasure was my only concern that evening.

We had settled calling her N for the evening, and so the plan was set. She had requested that you wore your strappy summer dress, no bra and black Brazilian cut knickers – the outfit in the photos I had shared with her and which she assured me she had worked her clit to irresistibly the moment she had seen your slow, sensuous strip. I had told N to wear her purple lacy underwear and stockings, the rest was up to her.

It seemed to take forever for the Friday night to come around, and I spent the entire time on tenterhooks, fearing either you or N might cancel, or N’s master’s displeasure with his new sub mean that N was needed elsewhere. Finally, thankfully, we got to have lunch together on the Friday. You had a short black pencil skirt on that hugged your hips and ass deliciously. You playfully wiggled as we walked, knowing I wanted to pin you to a wall and make you mine. Your shirt was undone provocatively and your chest was that little bit more thrust out than normal.

I couldn’t help but grin to myself and the obvious (to me) signs that you were feeling horny today. I made sure I found the opportunity to whisper in your ear how good you looked, how I was thinking of hitching your skirt there and then and impaling you on my hard shaft. You moaned and bit your lip, encouraging me to say more deliciously depraved things. You asked permission to make yourself come that afternoon, offering to record your climax for me, your eyes pleading with need and desire. I glared sternly at you, enjoying the submissive acceptance immediately apparent. “No B, I will tell you when you may come, and you shall not come until then.” You whimpered, even as you felt your stomach flutter and your pussy get a little wetter.

I made sure that I kept you on the boil all afternoon, sending you messages describing how good you tasted, how beautiful and sexy you were, and occasionally sending you images of pretty girls kissing, gauging your response slightly. Thankfully you were in the right mood, asking for more and openly wondering about kissing them, about how it would feel to have soft feminine lips on your sensitive nipples. I teased out a fantasy about a new female work colleague and sent you more pictures, this time of N. You liked her. A lot. My heart did somersaults.

I got home before you and made a simple Caesar salad with roast chicken and poured a glass of wine for us both. The taxi had been booked and I’d laid out N’s clothing request on the bed. When you got in from work I was waiting. As soon as you came into the kitchen I gave you a long kiss and strong hug, my powerful arms around you, focussing you draining away the stress of the week until I am only thing that you can think of, see, feel. Once I have you in my trance I started talking to you sternly, to ensure you understood that I was in absolute control tonight. I emphasised the “B” at the end of each question, rewarding you when you call me Sir and asking the question more sternly or even lightly spanking / squeezing you when you forget.

Within a few minutes your training has taken control and you are fully, utterly submissive. I instruct you to follow me upstairs once we have eaten and drunk our wine. I sit at the foot of the bed, next to the floor length mirror and command you to strip, slowly as I watch. Your eyes glance at the clothes laid out on çorum escort the bed for you and you can’t help but grin, feeling loved and wanted and owned. You wiggle your hips playfully, happy to perform for your master, to provide quite obvious pleasure. Your shirt unbuttons easily and drops to the floor, followed by your skirt. You bra is slowly peeled off a strap at a time and finally your knickers drop to the floor. You grin bashfully, your eyes glancing to the obvious bulge in my trousers. You go to pick up the knickers laid out for you only to stop in your tracks as I sternly admonish you with curt call of “B!”.

“Yes sir.” you say tentatively, unsure how you offended and keen to make amends.

“You have not presented for me B.” I growl. You still and choke back a grimace, uncomfortable with my request. Nevertheless you stand in front of me, your hands clasped behind your back and your legs spread a shoulder width apart. My eyes drink in your divine body, the curve of your hips, the hardness of your nipples, the glistening lips of your plump lustful pussy. I can’t help but stare at your delicious pussy, knowing what delights are in store for it.

Finally I allow you to dress, knowing full well that your body had been expecting to be fucked hard at that point. You reluctantly slide the knickers over your neatly trimmed and shaved pussy, and then lift the summer dress up, and begin to do your make up. It doesn’t take long as I’d instructed you to be brief, and before you know it you’re ready to go out, without knowing where you’re going to.

You want to ask, and dare to wonder aloud whether you might know, almost instantly regretting it in case you weren’t meant to ask. I merely smile that half-smile of mine and tell you that you don’t need to know that at the moment and that our taxi will be here shortly. I tell you how hot you look and approvingly smack your ass, forcing an automatic giggle of pleasure from you which you instantly feel embarrassed by.

The taxi toots from outside, you slip on your heels and I follow you into the black cab. You climb I and sit facing backwards as indicated by me. I whisper instructions to the driver and sit opposite you. As we pull off I place my legs between yours and start to spread them. You look up at me, biting your lip whilst your eyes flashing a warning to me. “B!” I remonstrate and then decide to message you. Your phone beeps, and you read eagerly, your pretty mouth instinctively smiling as you read.

You look up and are skewered my glare, you know it will be unyielding until you follow the clear and unequivocal instruction. You glance up once more before giving in to my command, and slide the top of your dress down slowly. As it approaches your nipple you look up pleadingly and mouth the word please to me. My gaze doesn’t change, sternly telling you that there is no option but to obey me. Your top is dragged down until your breasts are fully exposed for me, your back to the taxi driver. They bounce slightly as we drive, your nipples hard and alluring. I text you again and hold out my hand. You read and reluctantly look up to take the remote control vibe from me and without looking at me again you deftly slide your hand inside your skirt and into your wet and willing pussy.

The ease with which you’ve complied so far stuns you. The fact that your compliance pleases and arouses you so much stuns you more.

Your eyes plead with me, your look down at your exposed breasts as the taxi slows down for traffic lights. I nod curtly and you pull the dress up just as the taxi draws to a stop next to a SUV. It’s tinted windows reflect our images back to us and there’s a part of us both that wishes I’d exposed your amazing body to the faceless occupants of our neighbouring car. You shift slightly on the seat, your toned pussy clamped around the remote control vibe.

In your haste to comply you had failed to fully register that it’s contours were different to the one I usually made you wear when we were in public. You see me reach for my phone and assume that I am about to message you once more, however I look up and grin just as you feel a powerful pulse erupt inside you. You gasp, moan, bite your lip and manage to look both subservient, horny and happy all at the same time. My cock jumps to attention, desperate to be inside you and my mind wanders to stopping the taxi, forcing you down an alley and fucking you hard against a wall.

I play with the controls on my phone for a moment, explain that I’ll be able to torment you as and when I feel like with my new toy, that my control over your pussy will be total. You say between stifled moans and gasps “my pussy is yours sir, to do with as you wish”. My cock swells even further and I feel my boxer strain to contain the hardness. The rest of the journey passes with you being driven closer to climax only for me to stop and say something that brings you back into the room.

The taxi has slowed and turned into an industrial denizli escort park, looking deserted, menacing and thrilling. I reach into my pocket and beckon you forward. As you lean in I clasp the leather collar around your neck. You sit obediently, looking gorgeous. I pull firmly on the collar testing that it’s not too tight around your neck whilst also reminding you that you are utterly in my ownership.

“Now B,” I say sternly and seriously, holding your gaze with mine “where we are going has certain rules and expectations. You will need to be on your best behaviour or else it will not be just me that will be punishing you. Is that understood?”

You nod, your eyes never leaving mine.

“Good girl B, I love you very much.”

“I love you too sir.”

The taxi draws to a stop and we get out. The vibe in your pussy has been still a while and you had forgotten about it, but standing with it there takes a moment to get used to. Lost in thought you end up a few yards behind me as I knock on an unobtrusive door. As you catch up I am already talking to a tall and well built man. Your heart is racing, scared, thrilled, nervous. You start to rack your brain for a way out and try to find the words to escape. My strong warm hand on the small of your back ushers you in and the door closes behind with a degree of security that makes you realise there is no way out now. You gulp and gather yourself, clutch onto the arm I’ve offered you and part the thick, rich velvet curtains.

I lead the way through the the curtain and you focus on my back as we walk into the busy room. It’s almost impossible to take in all at once. The warmth is the first thing to hit you. Not just the temperature, although it certainly was warm, but it had luxuriant warmth to it too. The lighting was soft, seductive, but bright enough to see around the room. There was a long wooden bar to the right, a small semi circular stage with chairs and tables scattered around.

Your eyes furiously try to take it all in, growing wider and wider. The pretty brunette on the stage was down to her bra, knickers and stockings. She was wiggling her hips seductively to the table of two men, much to their enjoyment. You could not help but admire the curve of her hips and the fullness of her ass, and you were taken aback by the fluttering of your pussy.

There were a variety of different sized tables, chairs and sofas dotted around, maybe half of them with people on. There were couples, threes, fours and a mix of men and women. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and you saw much kissing, but were a little scared to stare and find out if more was happening.

I begin walking to the booths you’d not noticed on the far side of the room. Here the music being played was a little quieter, and as we sat down our view was restricted somewhat by the high sided benches and draped curtains above. We sit opposite from each other. I grin at you and grip your hands with mine. “Ok B?” I ask. You nod slowly and then gradually more convincingly. I squeeze your hands and command you stay there, and stride off to the bar, leaving you alone in the booth.

I rest at the bar with my phone in my hand, gently turning on the vibe to a soft, irregular pulse, so gentle that you can barely notice it most of the time. I catch the barman’s eye and order myself a drink and a glass of cold white wine for you, increasing the power of the vibe as I do. Instead of bringing you your drink I request a pretty petite blonde waitress to take it to you in a minute or so, saying it was our first time here together, that you were curious but also a little scared. She smiled a very cute smiled, wrinkled her nose and said that it wasn’t a problem at all. I smiled to myself, lent back on the bar and kept an eye out for N.

You were rather taken aback when I had walked away, and initially sat with your head down, chewing on your lip staring hard at the table. But soon curiosity got the better of you and your eyes started to examine the booth you were in, and eventually onto the rest of the room that you could see. Nearest the booth, with their back/side to us was a man and women in their mid-20s. He was dressed smartly in suit and shirt, and was clearly the Dom, whilst she had a barely there halter top, short skirt and spiky ankle boots. Every now and then he would lean in and possessively kiss her, his hand brazenly running over her breast.

Your eyes were transfixed, able to see her hardening nipple through the sheer fabric, and wishing that he were to start working them harder. As his hand returned to cup her breast your felt the vibe in your pussy start to buzz. ‘You bastard, how do you *always* know’ you thought as you felt a climax build with embarrassing ease. You shifted position slightly, but it provided no extra pressure or pleasure, and the vibe was faint enough to tease but do no more. As they kissed more passionately he slid his hand easily inside the flimsy fabric and diyarbakır escort eased her breast out, pulling on her hard nipple between his finger and thumb.

You lick your lip as you enviously watch, and thankfully the vibe starts to buzz a little more powerfully. You get a little more worked up, and are now actively considering whether you can touch yourself without anyone noticing, or whether anyone would careare. You certainly seemed to be the only one watching as his skilled fingers worked her incredibly hard nipple. Her head was flung back now and her hand thrust between her thighs, her hand bobbing out of view. Your nipples were aroused and hard, your clit twitching and the vibe in your pussy now buzzing quite persistently.

You had no idea how long the waitress had been stood there, but as soon as you saw her you flushed bright red. She would’ve seen you watching them and there could be no doubt about how turned on you were on. But that wasn’t the only reason you were blushing, as the waitress was undeniably cute, and dressed in a tight corset that forced her full breasts out in a quite magnificent show. Sure, she had a thin white shirt on but it was not buttoned and her pierced nipples were clearly visible through the light fabric. But it was her lips that were fascinating. Soft, feminine, plump, they looked so good your mind ran traitorously to imagining them crushed against yours, to her soft kisses on your goose-bumped skin.

“Here’s your drink.” she said with just the right breathless voice. You reddened further. Only the sudden significant increase of power in the vibe forced your head up, fully expecting to see me there. Instead the waitress was there, closer than before, leaning in. You could smell her sweet perfume and that magnetism when a stranger’s body is close to yours. “Your master asked me give you this also.” she said, clearly, confidently, aware that what she was about to do was incredibly sexy.

As she lent further in I, still standing at the bar but with a perfect view, ramped up the power on the vibe. You gasped as her lips crushed against yours. Her head tilted and mouth opened and you found yours instinctively followed suit. Her tongue confidently swirled over yours, exploring your mouth. It felt electric when your tongues touched gently. You could take no more and your pussy shuddered to a climax. Your tongue thrust back a little and then you pulled away to gasp and inhale deeply.

It was quite an incredible scene to watch, and the little waitress clearly enjoyed herself too. As she wiggled her way to the bar she grinned at me, giving me a napkin with her number on. She smiled cutely and said “She ever need any more help you let me know”.

I came over to the booth to find you flustered and still panting. Killing the power on the vibe I ask “You ok there B?” through my knowing grin.

“Yes. Sir.” You just about manage breathlessly.

“Good girl B, I trust you enjoyed your first kiss with a girl?” You grimace and stare at the table. I don’t want you to clam up or feel ashamed at something so wonderfully sexy, so I tell you that I had set it up and watched and that I was very, very proud of you. I instruct you to sit next to me, and you scoot around the table and fold yourself next to me, my arm protectively around you.

It takes you about half a second to notice the rock hard bulge of my cock. I smile and graze your hand over my chest down over my thigh and leave it to rest on my hard shaft. You grip and then stroke lovingly through the fabric of my trousers, enjoying the reaction you get as I moan softly and visibly stiffen. Your focus is now entirely on my stiff shaft, enjoying being in a place where you can do this without having to stop suddenly.

You’ve become comfortable in the surroundings far sooner than I had dared to hope and you were now skilfully running your nails over my hard cock. I run my hands into your hair and pull your head upwards so that I can kiss you long and passionately. Our lips meet and tongues entwine. I can taste the waitresses lipstick on your lips and it just makes me stiffer. As we kiss I guide your hand to the zip of my trousers and then I run my hand over your hip.

You struggle to get my zip over the enormous bulge in my trousers and so I straighten my legs and ease it down. Your hand snakes inside the gap and your fingers run over my boxers, tracing the outline of my impressive girth. I’m desperate to feel your hand wrapped around my shaft. I hook my thumb into my boxers and free my cock. Your hand grips it firmly, and I sigh with pleasure. You pull away from our kiss and with no hesitation slide to the floor and take the head of my cock into your warm mouth.

I close my eyes and revel in the always exquisite feeling of your skilful mouth pleasuring me. I reach my phone and flick onto the vibe app and set it a mid pace and strength pattern which immediately makes you moan, muffled by my cock. I’ve been so aroused for so long I know that it won’t be long till I come. You look up at me, taking me deeper into your mouth and swirling your tongue exquisitely. As I stare into your beautiful eyes I thrust a little and shudder to a powerful climax. You continue to bob your head as I spurt my hot come into your throat, swallowing gratefully and obediently.

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