Club 42

by Joanna Angel

  “Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Melody!” I couldn’t speak, my brain was mush, I was quivering and shaking, and I could see a puddle of wetness beneath me on her velvet couch. She pulled away from me for just a moment and gave me a sinister smile.

  “I’ve just gotten started with you,” she said. I was still shaking on her couch as she got up. A minute later, she returned with what looked like a large jewelry box. Wait. Holy shit, was she going to ask me to—

  No, come on. Just kidding. That’s not where this was going.

  She opened the box, and inside of it there was an assortment of sex toys. A flesh-colored cock connected to a harness, Hitachi vibrators, butt plugs, handcuffs, and more. She had an impressive little stash, neatly organized in a beautiful vintage box.

  “What do you want to play with?” Melody asked. She picked up a strap-on with one hand and a titanium butt plug with a shiny blue crystal with the other. Hmm . . . which one do I choose?

  To see Naomi use a butt plug, turn to page 228.

  To see Melody use a strap-on, turn to page 233.

  Well, I’d already had cock this morning. As much as I was sure Melody could work a cock better than anyone born with a cock could, I wanted to enjoy her femininity, and I wanted to celebrate the purging of the toxic cock in my life by having penis-free sex. I mean, even though the cock was made out of silicone, who knew. I could wind up supporting it and letting it move in with me, if I liked it too much.

  So I chose the shiny butt plug. It looked exciting. Was I supposed to use it on her? Was she going to use it on me? I’d already had a giant orgasm, so I was ready for anything. My body was so insanely sensitive, I felt like I could fit anything inside of it. Truthfully, just about anything Melody did would have made me cum again.

  But more than wanting to cum again, I wanted to make Melody cum. I wanted to press my quivering body against hers and feel her shake. She was standing up now. I took the strap-on and put it back in the box, but I put the butt plug and the Hitachi momentarily on her coffee table with all the art books. I landed on my knees on her Persian rug in front of her couch.

  I took my hands and I slid off her skin-tight leggings. They slowly rolled down her big and beautiful thighs. Her leggings made it down to her knees, and then she took control and grabbed my face, stuffing it between her legs. It was an incredible feeling—the elasticity of the leggings made it so her legs could only open so wide, and my face was stuck in between her thighs. I thrust my tongue out and licked between her pussy lips in any way I physically could. I could faintly hear her breathing as she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it harder into her vagina. I moved my tongue up and down and sucked on her meaty pussy lips while I was happily trapped between her thighs.

  She slid her pants entirely off, pushed me down on the couch, and grabbed the butt plug. She joined me on the couch, lay back, and moved her legs toward her ears, in kind of a pretzel position. I’d seen her do this on stage, but I never thought I’d get to experience it next to her, on her very own couch. She handed me the butt plug.

  “Here. Put this inside me. . . . Slowly. And keep licking me.” She giggled. Yes ma’am! I was ready.

  Then she put her hand out.

  “Here! Spit in my hand,” she said. I worked up some spit and did as she said. She reached underneath herself and spread my saliva around her asshole. I loved being used as her own personal bottle of lube. My pussy was still soaking wet as I watched her moisten up her ass with my fluid.

  I slid the plug in slowly with one hand, while I licked her vagina with the flat of my tongue. She had a thick, meaty pussy, and I loved it. I had seen so many men mesmerized by the layers of her labia. You could really get lost in there. I licked up and down her various flaps— each of them had their very own personality. I circled my tongue around while slowly working the shiny plug into her ass. She started moaning more loudly, and I knew I had found a good spot close to the top of her pussy.

  I licked harder in that very same spot, and then the butt plug slid right in. She grinned.

  “Good girl!” she said.

  Now that the butt plug was in, my hands were free. I used one hand and slid my finger into her now slippery pussy. I slid a second finger in, but it felt like it needed another one. I licked her clit as I slid my fingers in and out, grazing the shiny butt plug that remained stationary in her asshole. As I said before, I didn’t have a whole lot of experience with women, but I felt like I knew exactly what to do with her body. Perhaps because I had been staring at it all summer, or perhaps because of the intense desire I had to make her cum, I just kind of knew what to do. I couldn’t explain it. Everything came to my tongue so naturally.

  I could see her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She groaned from somewhere deep in her belly, and I picked up the pace with my fingers. The slick inside of her pussy was getting warmer. I took my fingers out for a second so I could lick the juices off of them. My greedy mouth wanted to taste her insides. My fingers tasted so good, so warm and creamy and moist.

  She caught my eyes. I’d seen her give this look to people on stage. It was just a rule—you had to give her whatever she wanted when she locked on you with her hungry wolf eyes. Whether it was all of the money in your wallet, or your entire bank account . . . or, in my case, a giant orgasm, you just had to give it to her.

  I could see the butt plug just lightly puckering in and out. It was so hot to see all of her erotic zones working together, and it was an incredible feeling to know that I was capable of making this happen.

  “Fuck yeah, come on! Make me cum!” she said. “Come on baby, make me fucking cum!” She was panting. It was so hot to hear her talk to me like this, like we were in a fantasy. To think, just about an hour ago, I was assaulting someone in a strip club, and now I was in complete orgasmic heaven, tasting the wonderful wetness of Melody’s insides in my mouth.

  I continued everything I was doing, but bigger and better and stronger. My fingers and my tongue were hard at work. I sucked and licked every part of her pussy, from her lips to her clit, and I curled my fingers inside of her until I found her G-spot.

  “Yes! Right there! Right there!” she cried when I found it. I was overjoyed at my success. Her pussy was tensing up on my fingers, but I kept curling and thrusting them. Her vagina was getting hungrier in my hands, it was speaking to me. I slid one more finger into her, and her eyes widened. Her pussy was so tight, it was going to cut off my circulation, and I was perfectly fine with that happening. I would have happily donated my fingers to make her cum harder.

  “Yes! Yes!” I heard her softly say. Her thighs shook. I could tell she was having an internal and clitoral orgasm at once. Her clit swelled up, and her pussy spit my fingers out. I’d never used a butt plug on anyone before—I’d never even used one myself—so what was I supposed to do? I continued to lick her clit while she was still mid-orgasm, but my fingers rested unsure on the plug.

  “Pull it out, pull it out!” she said. Yes. Thank you. I was waiting for further instruction. I didn’t want to, like, use it the wrong way? Even though there was . . . only one way to use it. I pulled it out slowly as she continued to convulse and shake. I took my tongue off her clit and rubbed it with my fingers to put more pressure on her pussy. I needed my eyes to be fully focused on the plug in her ass, not only because it took a bit of concentration and coordination on my end, but also because it REALLY turned me on to watch.

  I could see her asshole stretch to the shape of the plug as I pulled it out, hugging the sides of the wider ends. She breathed heavily as I slowly pulled it out, with a smile so wide, she looked like she was possessed. I licked the butt plug, reasoning I had tasted all her other parts and this was the last part of her I needed in my mouth. It tasted like fresh warm skin, if that makes any sense. I placed the plug back with the art books on the coffee table, and I got on top of Melody. My lips found my way to her mouth. We returned to making out furiously, our freshly orgasmed pussies pressed up against each other. Sucking each other�
�s tongues and licking each other’s lips. I could have kissed her forever, and I was going to keep kissing until she made me stop.

  To go back and see Melody use a strap-on, turn to page 233.

  To continue with Naomi in this fantasy, turn to page 239.

  I‘d spent the summer physically addicted to Rob. It was like a drug. As someone who had recreationally indulged in a variety of drugs in my lifetime, I can say the addictive feeling I experienced with Rob was far worse, and that includes the time I went on a four-day coke bender in Columbia.

  What was it about him? When I thought about it, there was nothing particularly grabbing about his personality. Come to think of it, I barely knew his personality. I found myself rolling my eyes at half the things he said, if I even paid attention to them. I hung onto every last word Melody said. She made me laugh, she taught me things I truly wanted to know about, I found her fascinating, I respected her, and I thought she was beautiful.

  And now . . . she’d just given me a giant orgasm. If Melody had a cock, would I go from enamored to addicted? I wanted to pine over her the same way I did for Rob. She deserved my addiction, so I chose for her to strap-on a cock and fuck me. I reached for the leather harness with a dildo attached to it. She gave me a sinister smile and said, “Well . . . now you’re really gonna get it.” I thought I’d already gotten it—but I was definitely ready and willing for more.

  I sat on the couch obediently, with a swollen, freshly orgasmed pussy, as she slid on the leather harness. She fastened the buckles on both sides and tightened up the straps surrounding the ring that held the dildo in. I suppose it was my first time with a strap-on. I say “suppose” because I had obviously used dildos before, and I’d had sex with women before, and I’d had a woman use a dildo on me before, so I felt like this combination gave me a little too much experience to consider myself a total strap-on virgin.

  I had to admit, simply the visual of her standing there with a strap-on was incredibly arousing. With her large perky breasts on top, and a couture accessory around her waist and hips attached to something large and phallic, it was the perfect combination of everything that could possibly turn me on. Cock and breasts and expensive leather, mixed with the scent of flavored lip gloss and perfume. I ogled her the same way her customers ogled her on stage as she stood in front of me, looking like a fucking goddess. But I got to see her with a cock, and they didn’t.

  I started touching myself. My hand was like a magnet that was pulled to my pussy—I didn’t even know my hand had snaked down until it was already there. I felt so lucky. Her customers wanted to stroke their own cocks so badly when they watched her on stage, and here I was, touching my pussy while I watched her.

  She sat on the couch and smiled. “Come here and sit on my dick,” she said.

  I was expecting her to throw me down on all fours and fuck me from behind, because that’s normally what Rob would do once he knew my pussy was wet enough. In retrospect, it’s like the goal of the sexathon for both of us had been to get aroused enough so we wouldn’t have to look at each other anymore and could just focus on our own selfish orgasms.

  She squirted a bit of lube onto her cock, and I got on my knees and straddled her, facing her. She ran her fingers through my hair, as I’d seen her do to so many smitten men in the club, and I understood immediately why they loved this attention. I ever so slowly began to descend my pussy onto her cock. It was thick, but I knew I could handle it. I’d learned this summer that once I was aroused, I could fit just about anything inside of any hole of mine.

  She never broke the intense eye contact, and she moaned heavily, as if she could really feel my pussy. This cock was an extension of her, which was truly a unique experience for me. I wasn’t entirely sure logistically how my pussy on this dildo caused her to moan like that, but it did, and while I didn’t get it, I liked it.

  The cock still had a ways to go. I wasn’t even halfway down, it was so thick and so hard. She reached down and started rubbing my clit. Now I was moaning, and she was moaning and encouraging me. “Yeah come on girl, get it. Get my fucking cock!” she said, as she rubbed my clit, and now I began to open up and slide down the dildo faster. Hearing her talk about her cock just opened me right up. She grabbed my face and kissed me as I got the remainder of it inside of me. I was balls deep on her cock, or . . . leather strap deep on her cock? The end was attached to leather, and quite frankly that was so much sexier than . . . balls.

  She penetrated me deeply. She took her hands and started moving my pelvis back and forth. Holy shit, what a good feeling that was. As she maneuvered my body to grind back and forth, I could feel her deep inside me, pushing against the walls of my pussy, and I could feel my clit gently rubbing against the leather as an added bonus. She knew exactly how to move my pelvis, exactly how to penetrate my mouth with her tongue. I held onto her breasts and caressed her nipples, rolling them under my thumbs. I kissed her neck, her ear. Then I gently began to unfold my knees and move my pussy down her cock.

  My juices served as enough lube for me to ride her harder and faster, up and down and up and down. We were both breathing heavily inside each other’s mouths. These were not the same orchestral noises I made when Rob railed me, these were breaths of genuine passion. I ran my fingers through her long red hair. I pulled her face toward my small, perky breasts, and she sucked my nipple as I continued to ride her. She licked my left, she licked my right, and then she gently bit my left nipple, just hard enough to add a speck of pain to the pleasure.

  I switched back to grinding, and I could feel the dildo inside me hit my G-spot. My pussy tightened up on the dildo, building pressure inside of me. Melody grabbed onto my pelvis again and ground against me. My pussy was so tight I was worried I’d snap the thing right off, which was a unique issue I’d never had to worry about before.

  “Come on, cum on my fucking cock!” she said. I furiously switched back and forth between grinding and riding, all while sticking my tongue in Melody’s mouth and grabbing onto her breasts. I was so deeply entranced by her body that my pussy was about to explode.

  She grabbed me aggressively, in the most ferocious and sexy way, and she threw me down on the couch. She lifted my legs up as far as they could go (she knew I was never exactly all that flexible), locked eyes with me, and said, “Lay back. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

  Now the mood had changed from sensual to filthy. My eyes widened. That was it. I was hooked. I hoped she was prepared for Naomi the cock-crazed sex fiend to enter her life—a side of me she had never quite met. I submitted to her, feeling simultaneously weak and wonderful.

  She did exactly as she said. She placed her palm on my clit and pounded my pussy. It was so fucking hot to look up and see her tits bouncing, and then to look down and see my pussy getting pounded by her dick. Just when I thought her cock had reached the edge of my cervix, she would rub my clit, and somehow more inches of the cock would disappear inside me. My hole belonged to her, and it would do anything she wanted. My G-spot was being hit with intense pressure, my clit was being rubbed with her left hand, and my right leg was being held down so she could hold me in place and fuck me on her terms. She started cackling. This strap-on session seemed to have unlocked a sex demon inside of both of us, and it was the perfect union of dominant and submissive stripper debauchery.

  She moved her hand off my pussy and thigh, and whack! She smacked both of my tits. Fuck. Yes. The sting of her slap hurt in an incredible, sensual way, and somehow it inspired her to pick up the pace of her already fast fucking. She smacked my tits again, and now I was moaning loudly. Everything in my body tensed up.

  “Cum! Come on, let it out girl!” she said. And then . . . I did. My G-spot tensed up and I felt the ultimate release as she pounded away at me.

  “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I said, my mind unable to form other words. She was moaning and shaking as if she was cumming too? Maybe somehow she was? Was there a way to have a mental orgasm from being the dildo disher in the s
trap-on equation? I had never worn one, so I didn’t really know. All I knew is that I was cumming really hard, and if she wasn’t, she was feeling something, because the look on her face was of pure ecstasy.

  We both crescendoed and then came down. She slowly dragged her cock out of me. We both began to laugh.

  “Holy shit. That was awesome,” I said.

  “No, you’re awesome,” she said. We started kissing again on her couch, and I was going to continue kissing her forever . . . or . . . until she stopped me. Whichever came first.

  To go back and see Naomi use a butt plug, turn to page 228.

  To continue with Naomi in this fantasy, turn to page 239.

  Melody and I spooned on her couch. She was the big spoon. She held me tightly and played with my hair, and we both lay there smiling, coming down from the intensity we’d just shared.

  “Well, I’d love to sit around here naked all day, but Sophia’s gonna be home soon,” Melody eventually sighed. She sat up and began putting her leggings and T-shirt back on. I grabbed my dress from underneath the couch and slid it back on, but even clothed, I couldn’t stop smiling.

  “Here! Don’t forget these.” Melody grabbed my panties off the ground. I laughed and slid them back on. I figured this was my cue to leave, and I certainly didn’t want to overstay my welcome here, but I also . . . kind of wanted to overstay my welcome here. I didn’t want to go. Then again, I also didn’t want to “Rob” her . . . so to speak.

  “I promised Sophia I’d take her bowling if she got an A on her test today. And, I’m guessing she got an A on the test because she’s a fucking genius. Do you . . . wanna come with?” Melody said.