by Golden Angel
He didn't know any of them by name, but he liked that even better. There was something sexy about anonymity while engaging in an intimate act - as long as the woman he was engaging in it with wasn't totally anonymous to him.
Speaking of.
Pulling Sharon back over his shoulder, he enjoyed his brief glimpse of her flushed face, eyes bright with excitement, before spinning her around. Because he kept her back pressed up against him, his cock digging into the sweet curve of her ass, he could feel her suck in a breath of hot excitement as she saw everyone's eyes on her. They'd drawn the attention of everyone in the room.
He was sure that if he looked over his shoulder there would be more people at the window. Maybe even some of their friends.
And even more people watching in the movie room next door.
Although he didn't need the extra titillation to make his cock hard, not with Sharon pressed up against him, he was still enjoying it. The thrill of almost getting caught was different than the thrill of knowing people were watching.
******
Oh, Captain Caveman was a dirty fucker.
Sharon found herself staring back at several sets of eyes, although her eyes were immediately drawn to the two women making out. It wasn't really her thing, but no one could deny the hot sensuality between the two of them, and it was a lot more comfortable than meeting someone else's eyes while Jake's hands were moving over her stomach and up to her breasts.
She'd played publicly in the club before, but she had never played where the point was to be watched. People watched scenes. They came and went. It was hot.
This was somehow different. Maybe because this wasn't a scene? No set-up, no spankings, no bondage... Just her, and Jake, and all the people watching.
Heat flushed through her body, from her blushing cheeks all the way down to her clenching pussy. Her nipples were hard little buds pressing against the front of her dress, but they felt even more swollen as Jake's hands came up from below to cup her breasts. Sharon moaned, leaning back against him, her eyelashes fluttering.
The wet sounds of sex filled her ears as everyone started moving again, pleasuring themselves while watching her and Jake. Or maybe watching each other. Sharon's eyes opened again.
Nope. Definitely watching her and Jake.
Excitement tingled along her skin.
There was a low moan across the room and she looked over to see that the two women had stopped kissing each other and were now bent over the man's cock, which they were both enthusiastically licking. He had one hand resting on each of their heads but was watching the newcomers avidly. Sharon whimpered a little, wriggling as she pressed her legs together.
They were hot together.
"What do you like better?" Jake whispered in her ear, his lips moving over the curved shell and sending tingles of sensation down her spine. His hands caressed her breasts, pushing them upwards so that they almost spilled out the front of her dress. "Watching or being watched?"
She was practically panting as he pinched her nipples, the tiny buds throbbing against his fingertips. He rolled them between his fingers, tugging when she didn't answer, and adding a little bite of pain to the pleasure.
"I don't know," she whispered back, turning her head so she could catch his lips with hers.
Jake rocked his hips against her ass as he kissed her. The position wasn't entirely comfortable for her, but he released one breast, his right hand coming up to curve around her throat, so she didn't have much of a choice. Shuddering, Sharon whimpered again as he wrapped her hair around his hand and used it to direct her movements.
Her head was tipped back, ending the kiss and giving him access to her throat. As he kissed his way down her sensitive skin, Jake's other hand pulled the straps of her dress down, baring her breasts to the room.
She could feel people's eyes on her. Not just the people in the room, but she imagined all the people in the room next door, watching the live feed screen. Watching Jake tug her dress down over her hips and leaving her completely exposed. Her dress was a puddle of fabric around her feet, her garters, stockings, and heels offered no real coverage. He rocked against her again, the bulge of his cock right against the seam of her ass.
A moment later he was pushing her upper body forward, bending her over the bed, and Sharon put her hands out in front of her to keep from totally collapsing on it. The bed was soft, but she could feel the rubber just beneath the high-quality sheet and bed cover. Thanks to Patrick and Lexie, she knew the layers were washed every single night, so she didn't worry about the cleanliness of it.
She let out a small shriek, drawing the attention of everyone in the room again, when Jake's hand smacked against her ass. It wasn't very hard, but it still startled her... and stung a little. Sharon wiggled her ass, lifting it slightly, to ask for more.
Jake wasn't the only one who chuckled.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The firm smacks were more playful than punishing and Sharon moaned.
She moaned even louder a moment later when Jake's cock was finally pushing into her from behind. For some reason she found herself locking gazes with the woman riding a cock in reverse cowgirl, both of them staring at each other as they were filled. It was insanely hot to watch her sinking down on her man while Sharon was taken from behind by Jake, like they were sharing the sensation, sharing the moment.
The thick length of Jake's cock stretched her, and Sharon deliberately clenched around him as he took hold of her hip with one hand.
Slap!
******
The little ripples of flesh every time Jake swatted Sharon's ass were almost enthralling. She was obviously enjoying the light spanking too, her ass lifting and pussy clenching every time his hand landed. Taking his time with both his thrusts and the spanking, Jake enjoyed every inch of the slow bump and grind.
Every few seconds his eyes flicked up to see what the others in the room were doing, taking in the show even as he showed off.
He'd taken off his shirt and one of the women in the ménage was now staring at him and Sharon while her girlfriend sucked on her nipples. The man beneath them was back to getting a hand job, but he wasn't complaining.
Sex and seduction permeated the air. It would have been so easy for all of this to feel tawdry or even vulgar; instead it was deliciously obscene, decadently perverse. Live action porn and an appreciative audience for your own show. He could tell Sharon was enjoying it too, she was so enthralled by watching the others that she didn't complain at all about wanting him to speed up and move faster.
Or maybe she was just distracted by watching and being watched.
The emotion that trickled through him wasn't exactly jealousy, because he was enjoying what they were doing, but he also wanted more of her attention. Especially when the couple on the side of the bed started really moving, obviously working their way to climax, the man leaning forward and practically bending the woman in half as he pounded between her thighs.
Jake could feel the quiver of Sharon's pussy around his cock, and he had to admit he found the sight just as enthralling as she obviously did. It was raw, carnal, a graphic display of passion that thrilled him as their cries went higher. But he still wanted Sharon less distracted by them and more attentive to him.
His thumb dipped down between their bodies and he swiped the sweet cream of her pussy, lubricating the digit before pressing it against her crinkled rosebud. The reaction was immediate. Even though he couldn't see her face, he felt her focus returning to him as her tight hole gave way under the pressure.
Felt the ring of muscle clench around his thumb, trying to push him out, before it suddenly relaxed and the entire length disappeared inside of her.
Groaning at the hot sensation, Jake began to move a little harder and faster, only then realizing that he'd been so focused on her, he hadn't even noticed the other couple had finished. They were now exchanging long, slow kisses, the intimacy between them so sweet that it felt almost like a violation to look.
&n
bsp; Reverse Cowgirl apparently felt the same; she'd returned her attention to the ménage beside her. The two women were back to making out, but now one of them was riding the man's cock while the other was riding his face. Their breasts bounced, nipples rubbing against each other.
Taking hold of Sharon's hair with his free hand, Jake pulled her head up, making sure she was getting a good view of the erotic display on the other side of the bed. Her pussy rippled around him, massaging his cock. With his thumb buried deep in her ass, he could feel every tiny spasm of her muscles as he rode her, his strokes becoming rougher, wilder.
Even in a room full of moans, whimpers, and gasps, he could still discern which noises were coming from Sharon's lips.
He barely even noticed when the couple who had finished left the room, except that it meant there was now a completely unobstructed view up to Reverse Cowgirl and her partner. It was hot, but not nearly as hot as knowing she was watching him and Sharon.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the row of faces in the window, although he didn't look long enough to see if he recognized any of them.
Even when there were so many distractions, so much happening all around them, all of it was just side attractions around the main event - Sharon. None of this would be the same, feel the same, without her there with him. Feeling her responses, seeing her reactions, was fueling his own pleasure as much as the physical sensations.
******
Oh fuck...
Sharon felt like she was being torn in a million different directions. Her brain wanted to take in all the sights and sounds of the others in the room while her body was wholly engaged with what Jake was doing to it. His cock plowed into her while her ass tightened around his thumb, making her feel like she was completely full and engaged every single one of her sensitive nerve endings.
With her ass tilted up to receive his thrusts, his balls slapped against her clit every time he slammed home and he hit just the right spot inside of her on his way in. She loved the feel of his hand in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her scalp tingle, making her feel entirely dominated by him.
She might not be bound, but she was completely under his control, all the way down to where she was looking. Back and forth, back and forth, between the cowgirl and the ménage, and Sharon honestly didn’t know which was sexier. The cowgirl was bouncing harder and faster, her breasts bouncing with her, the man’s hands gripping her hips from behind as she ground down on top of him.
It made Sharon fantasize about what she might do with Jake sometime... especially if they came back to this room. She’d love to be sliding up and down his cock while he controlled her movements from behind, watching everything going on around them.
The door behind them opened and she heard a soft murmur as several more people came in. Her excitement kicked up another notch and she moaned as the people moved around her and Jake. It was a foursome – or at least, two couples who were switching things up, because she couldn’t quite tell who was partnered with who as they ended up in a sprawl in the center of the bed.
Jake moved harder, faster, and she cried out as he used her hair for reins, pulling her back against him with each forceful thrust. More moans came from the center of the bed as if in response, and she could hear cowgirl’s cries of pleasure as she orgasmed. Sharon wasn’t far behind her.
“Oh fuck... oh fuck...” Sharon panted out the words to the rhythm of Jake’s movements, shuddering around him as her elbows started to give way. The moans coming from the others, so close to where she was, the eyes that met hers as she looked up, all just made her hotter, wetter. “Fuck! Jake!”
Ecstasy swept through her in hot waves of bliss, her body clamping down around him as all the coiled tension between her legs released and ricocheted through her. Her focus turned inward, to the two of them, despite everyone else, despite their audience, despite the people having sex right in front of them... none of it mattered, it was like she and Jake were the only two people in the world at that moment.
She felt his cock pulsing with each spurt of come as he filled her, his hard grip on her hair slowly relaxing as he spent himself.
“Oh, fuck...” she muttered again, her head dropping down as one last shudder of pleasure went through her.
Jake’s lips moved up her back. Soft, intimate kisses should have felt out of place in a public sex room, but somehow everything else had faded away like mere background noise. She turned her head when he got to her shoulder, so she could kiss him.
He disengaged, sliding out of her and pulling her upright, turning her around so they could kiss more fully. That was when she found out that he’d taken his shirt off, but his pants were only about halfway down his thighs, and she giggled against his lips.
“In a bit of a hurry or something?” she teased when he pulled away, looking down significantly at his undone pants.
“Or something,” he said, dropping another kiss onto her nose.
It wasn’t until they turned around that they realized a good half of the people lined up at the window watching were their friends. Everyone except Lexie was standing there. And as soon as they realized Jake and Sharon had spotted them, they burst into spontaneous applause.
Assholes.
******
Having sex in front of an audience had been different from what Jake had imagined.
He didn’t know if he’d be in a rush to get back to the Orgy Room again, but he wouldn’t mind a visit now and then. Honestly, he was more curious about what the other rooms would be like, since they could still be used with the doors and curtains open to invite watchers. Jake thought he might prefer the doors closed though.
He sure as hell didn’t want anyone to think that they could come and join him and Sharon.
Maybe it was weird to be possessive when he was turned on by other people watching them have sex, but it was one thing to know a man was wishing he was in Jake’s place and another if he tried to take Jake’s place.
When he’d realized all of their friends had been watching, he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. He really hadn’t been paying attention when he’d looked at the window. At least, not to the individual faces. He’d shrugged off the embarrassment quickly enough. Sharon hadn’t seemed to mind.
As soon as they’d started applauding, she’d just stood there in all her naked glory, legs spread slightly apart, and given them all double middle fingers even as his cum started running down her thigh. They’d had to get out of there asap because Jake couldn’t contain his laughter and he didn’t want to ruin the vibe for everyone else who was still using the room.
Now some of the group had dispersed to their own scenes and Sharon was cleaning up in the ladies’ locker room. Jake was hanging out at the usual bar table with Andrew, Patrick, and Lexie. Although Andrew had gone over to the bar to get drinks for himself and Kate since they weren’t playing tonight. They’d had no problem being part of Jake and Sharon’s audience though. Jake’s baby sister was the only one who hadn’t come up to watch them, and she was currently a little peeved with Patrick for having “abandoned” her so he could go watch.
“It was Jake’s first time at Stronghold, Pixie,” Patrick said, his deep voice a little lighter than normal as he did his best to project innocence. “I just had to make sure he was doing things correctly. He hasn’t taken the Dom class after all.”
“That’s because I’m not a Dom,” Jake pointed out.
Lexie rolled her eyes at him and Patrick shook his head, giving him an exasperated look.
“Did you or did you not just have sex in a BDSM club?” Patrick asked.
“Yeah, but not... Like, you know.”
“Who was in charge while you were having sex?”
“Me, but -”
“Has Sharon ever been in charge while you have sex? Have you been spanking her during sex? Tying her up?”
Jake opened his mouth. Closed it. Thought back. Sure there were times when she would prod him, times when she might make a move
during the sex, but... No, he was always in control, and he liked it that way. So did she. He’d spanked her more than once. They’d played a little bit with bondage. But it wasn’t serious spanking or bondage, not like their friends did it.
“But, we don’t do, you know. The negotiations, the toys...” His voice trailed off, he was going to say ‘the orders’ but he was pretty bossy during sex. If he wanted her to do something, he said so, and Sharon did it.
“BDSM and kink cover a lot of areas,” Patrick said, smiling down at Lexie as he ran his hand over her short hair, dropping it down to the back of her neck. She beamed up at him. “Everything from high protocol to just scening at a club or experimenting in the bedroom. No one in our group of friends does it the same way. You’re on the lighter side compared to the rest of us, but I would still say that you’re Sharon’s Dom. Especially when you’re here.”
Frowning slightly as he turned over the idea in his mind, Jake looked over at the ladies’ room where Sharon was emerging with Kate by her side. He shook his head. “Sorry bro, I think we’re too vanilla to be kinky.”
“You just deliberately had sex in a BDSM club with a massive audience,” his sister said, her voice dripping with derision. Not at what he’d done, but at his denial. “And you’re going to tell me that you’re vanilla.”
Jake frowned harder as Patrick laughed.
Reaching out, Patrick clapped a hand on his shoulder, still chuckling. “I think your kink-meter might be broken, or at least a little skewed. Neither you or Sharon are hardcore kink players, and I don’t think you’ll ever be, but you’re definitely not fully vanilla either.”
So, they were... What? Hardcore vanilla? Jake snorted at the oxymoron. Sharon would like that.
He watched her crossing the room, her face lighting up as she caught his gaze.
Truthfully, did it really matter what they called themselves?
