The Vinyl Man; An Erotic Short Story

by Pepper Pace

  “God, yes,” she cried as she bounced up and down on him. He reached up and covered her breasts with his hands. She looked down at the contrast of black vinyl and mocha skin. Cherrelle reached back and gripped his thighs to brace herself as she allowed her pelvis to work his cock. Her fingers dug in deep and the muscles of his thighs flexed. He felt like pure muscle. It was turning her on more than she could have imagined.

  It didn’t take long for her pussy to clench and her body to seize as a climax began to engulf her. She moved her hips rapidly as the Vinyl Man quickened his pace, meeting each of her thrust, and then adding a sexy swirl.

  Soon her body tumbled into the throes of a powerful climax that had her crying out until her voice went hoarse. The Vinyl Man gripped her hips and pumped into her rapidly until his body went taut and she felt an explosion of cum fill her pussy.

  His voice was like a guttural groan instead of the sexy words she was accustomed to. His verbal exclamations had always been a turn on … however his guttural responses affected her on a different level, which gave her an added jolt of pleasure.

  Once his hips stilled and she could find her breath Cherrelle collapsed onto his vinyl-clad chest.

  Damn! She thought. Who was this man that fucked so differently than her boyfriend?! His disposition was different, his movements even the sounds that came from his mouth were all different.

  Chapter Three

  Lewis walked into the kitchen and saw Nash already there doing food prep. He shook his head. No matter how early Lewis showed up at the restaurant it seemed that Nash was already in the kitchen doing food prep or working on some complex menu item.

  The two men were partners in Cucina, an upscale Italian restaurant. Lewis thought of himself as the businessman behind their success but Nash’s innovative menu was the reason that Cucina received rave reviews and their tables were always filled with patrons.

  Nash barely looked up from the marble pastry board where he was rolling out the day’s gnocchi.

  Lewis had once suggested he make it the night before to which Nash went into a prolonged tirade about the quality of freshly made pasta.

  “You’re here early,” Nash stated while concentrating on the feel of the pasta against his fingers. It was Saturday and Lewis generally didn’t make an appearance until just before lunch when he would fill in for missing wait staff or make his rounds of the tables chatting up the customers.

  Lewis leaned against the counter with a huge grin on his face. “Dude, Cherrelle loved the suit.”

  “Huh?” Nash said while sprinkling flour on the board.

  “The vinyl suit.”

  Nash met his eyes wordlessly before looking back down at the board. “Good for you.”

  “So I’m thinking about introducing her to the club.”

  “Wasn’t that your plan all alone?” Nash spoke dismissively. He hated when his friend felt the need to share his sexual exploits. Nash might have some aspects of his own sexuality that some might consider ‘kinky’ yet he didn’t feel the need to announce them to others—not even to Lewis even though they both belonged to the same sex club.

  The two friends had met in college where both were interested in starting their own restaurant business. They joined forces with Lewis handling the business affairs while Nash handled the kitchen.

  But the friends also had something else in common. Their voracious sexual appetites led them to a club where they could explore their desires with like-minded individuals.

  Lewis enjoyed the idea of group sex, swinging and mate swapping while Nash rather enjoyed submission and dominance. He hated the idea of sharing and although Lewis was eager to scene with his friend--in a completely heterosexual manner--Nash preferred one on one sessions with a woman, or women that would go away afterwards.

  Nash had no time to commit to a relationship. His joy was in the kitchen and running his restaurant. He had mistakenly gone the route of traditional relationships where he’d left his woman feeling as if she had to take a backseat to his real love. He couldn’t deny that he was guilty of doing just that.

  The ‘club’ was a place for him to release and to reach satisfaction through light punishment and bondage without the worry and guilt of neglecting his partner. Partners were all he wanted—not girlfriends.

  But Lewis was different. He wanted the lifestyle. He wanted a beautiful woman that other men desired. He wanted to watch her with men who ached to be her lover. And he wanted to fuck their women while knowing that their women desired him—but could only have him for a brief time. That was Lewis’ kink.

  “I wouldn’t call it a ‘plan’.” Lewis stated, answering his earlier question. “But I would know that Cherrelle is a keeper if she wanted the same thing.”

  Nash rolled his eyes. “You’re setting yourself up for failure—and her.” Nash paused in cutting the pasta to give his friend a stern look. “You don’t find a girl and then ‘turn’ her into a swinger. You find a like-minded person and agree-“

  Lewis shook his head. “I didn’t know I was into mate swapping until someone opened my eyes to it. Cherrelle is sexually adventures-”

  “I don’t want to know this-“ Nash went back to cutting pasta.

  “Dude, she is into learning new things!”

  Nash stopped and glared at his friend. “Do you love her?”

  Lewis hesitated. “I … think it could turn into that.”

  Nash continued to frown; his thick eyebrows gathering like storm clouds while his brown eyes narrowed. “Are you willing to lose her?”

  “I know what I want,” Lewis said stubbornly. “I hope Cherrelle will be that someone. But … if she isn’t than I’m willing to continue looking.”

  “Maybe you should have told her that you wanted to watch her fuck other men long before this.”

  Cherrelle was still reeling from her night with Lewis in the vinyl suit. She’d even dreamed about him wearing it when they went out. They had gone to a movie and out dancing and he’d been The Vinyl Man and not Lewis. He never spoke, he just stayed at her side, doing everything she desired of him from feeding her popcorn to dancing sensually on the dance floor amidst other dancing couples that were doing the latest hip hop dance moves.

  She’d awaken in Lewis’ bed alone and feeling wet and throbbing at her core. Later she headed for the restaurant to meet him for a quick dinner.

  She didn’t mind that some weeks she only saw her man for a quick bite because they talked on the phone constantly and he always made time for a special Friday night visit.

  Cucina had the best food, a nice vibe and she had joked more than once that it was the restaurant that she had fallen for.

  “Hello Miss Herndon,” the hostess greeted her with a friendly smile. “I’ll show you to your seat.”

  She followed the woman to a booth that was always left available regardless of how busy. She studied the menu and a moment later a big bear of a man came out dressed in Chef’s whites.

  “Hi Nash.” She said with a smile.”

  “Hello Cherrelle. Lewis is on a call. He’ll be down in a minute.”

  “Thanks. What sounds good today?” She asked. She never bothered with a menu because Nash, as the chef always advised her of the specials. He also waited on them himself and personally prepared their meals.

  Cherrelle liked the big man. He was quiet and not nearly as personable as Lewis. But there was something very laidback and chill about his manner. Even when there was a disaster, he never looked put out. He handled things with a quiet authority that she found soothing. Plus, he was easy on the eyes.

  Where Lewis was tall and blonde, Nash was thick and bearlike. He had a slight goatee, chocolate eyes and olive complexion that was most likely based on an Italian heritage considering his restaurant. His curly dark hair was lush but he kept it short. She had noticed that he had big hands that she’d seen pounding dough as well as delicately slicing shallots.

  “The fritto misto is off menu. The shipment of smelts was short—which i
s why Lewis is on the phone instead of here with you. I can prepare a frutti di mare with squid, butterflied shrimp, sea scallops and smelts.”

  “Frutti di mare?” she stated slowly trying to pronounce the words accurately.

  “Fritto misto frutti di mare.” He replied, pronouncing the words slowly. “Fruit of the sea. It is a quickly fried seafood dish dredged in flour and topped with lemon aioli.”

  “Mmm,” she stated with appreciation.

  “It pairs well with a citrusy white wine. You didn’t like the Sauvignon Blanc last time. You might enjoy the Reuda better.”

  “You remembered.” She said in surprise.

  He shrugged. “There isn’t much I forget.” He turned and left.

  Back in the kitchen as he prepared the meal Nash couldn’t help but to shake his head in annoyance. He had a sneaking suspicion about something.

  Lewis wanted a prop for his games, but Nash thought that Cherrelle was better suited for being mastered. She never turned down his suggestions even if it was raw snails nestled in a bed of Fleur de Sel. Intentionally he had made menu offerings that pushed at her culinary adventurism only to be pleasantly surprised at her willingness to try things that most wouldn’t.

  Maybe he was wrong about it, but Nash had been in the life style long enough to know how to spot a natural submissive. It was a myth that a submissive was determined by how meek and shy they were. In truth the toughest, strongest people could desire to be mastered.

  With a final shake of his head he dismissed his thoughts. That was Lewis’ woman and together they could explore whatever games they desired.

  Chapter Four

  Cherrelle didn’t get another opportunity for alone time with Lewis until Friday. As usual she let herself in to the penthouse with her key. Ambient music played softly.

  “Lewis. I’m here.”

  No answer. She rounded the corner leading to the kitchen and she saw the Vinyl Man.

  She paused, not exactly surprised, yet still a bit taken aback by the sight of the vinyl clad individual.

  “Lewis?” She asked, not venturing any closer.

  The vinyl man paused and then nodded once. After another moment he reached up and removed the hood. Lewis gave her a crooked smile.

  “When I have the hood on I’m not Lewis. Do you understand?” He gently chided.

  “Yeah. I’m sorry. It was just a little freaky,” she chuckled. He closed the space between them and pulled her into his arms where he lathed her with kisses.

  “Hi honey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He pulled back a little. “Do you want me to take it off?”

  “No,” she replied quickly. “I like him. It’s fine. Put the hood back on.”

  He smiled and did as she requested.

  She watched him; the vinyl man. He stood quietly, waiting for her command. In the past she’d had lovers that she wished would play with her nipples, or maybe stroke her kitty more. She’d never asked believing that she would take them out of the mood. But now she had a man that wanted nothing more than to do her bidding.

  “Remove my clothes and then carry me to the bedroom.

  The vinyl man stepped behind Cherrelle and removed her jacket. He placed it neatly across the back of a chair. She studied him, still surprised that while wearing the vinyl suit, he seemed so different than Lewis without the suit.

  The vinyl man gently pulled her blouse from her slacks and then he took care in unbuttoning the blouse before slipping it down her shoulders. She noticed that the sensation of the silken fabric against her sensitized skin caused her excitement to grow. Goose pimples rose up along her skin and her nipples beaded into hard peaks within her bra.

  Next he undid the clasp on her slacks, taking his time with lowering the zipper. He quickly went down on his knees and lowered her pants, helping her to step out of them. He looked up at her, still kneeling there before her like an obedient servant. She wasn’t sure if she had ever wanted her man to act as her servant.

  Of course, right now this man wasn’t the same as Lewis who talked dirty while he went from fucking her silly and thoroughly eating her out.

  Cherrelle decided that she enjoyed the role-playing and decided that she wouldn’t hold back. She wouldn’t worry about being judged and scored as if she was in competition with previous lovers. Right now she would be everything that she had ever wanted to be.

  “Stand up. You want to eat my pussy, but I told you to undress me and carry me into the bedroom.”

  The vinyl man rose to his feet and then walked behind her where he unlatched her bra. He peeled it down over her shoulders allowing the lace to graze her sensitive nipples. Cherrelle sighed in pleasure.

  Once she was nude he lifted her easily, cradling her in his big arms and he carried her into his bedroom. The vinyl against her skin was sexy and she remembered rubbing her pussy along the taut material along his crotch.

  He placed her on the bed and waited, not joining her. She liked that.

  “Take out your cock. I want to watch you rub it.”

  He didn’t hesitate. He undid the zipper and reached into the tight suit. When he withdrew his hand he was holding a cock that had turned purple with need. She smiled. He really liked this game.

  “Stroke it for me,” she whispered.

  His fist slowly traveled the length of his shaft until it reached the head. The motion had milked a stream of clear fluid, which now streamed from the head of his cock and over his knuckles.

  Her mouth parted unconsciously. She had never seen anything quite like this. He wasn’t orgasming but a steady stream of fluid was streaming from his cock.

  “Enough,” she said hoarsely. She spread her legs. “You can fuck me now.”

  The vinyl man climbed onto the bed and nestled between her parted thighs. He guided his cock at her opening and pushed forward with no preliminaries. Cherrelle’s head fell back as her eyes squeezed closed at the force that it took for such a swollen cock to part her tight flesh.

  “Fuck…” she cried out. “Harder!” The friction scraped in a delicious pleasure that was just shy of pain.

  They vinyl man grunted with each pump of his hips, not fondling her, or kissing her, just fucking her.

  The idea of just being fucked was too much and Cherrelle orgasmed in an explosion of sensations that seemed to surpass touch but moved into the realm of sound and taste. Every sense felt flooded by the powerful climax.

  The world swirled and spun and when it settled Cherrelle opened her eyes only to come face to face with Lewis minus the hood. He was staring at her with a pleased half smile on his face.

  “What are you grinning at?” She was surprised that her voice was hoarse.

  “You. You came so hard that you blacked out.”

  She scowled in disbelief, and to be honest, with a slight sense of embarrassment. “No. That only happens in bad porn movies.” He reached over for a bottle of water that was on the bedside table.

  “Here, drink some water. You screamed a lot, too.”

  Her cheeks warmed but she accepted the water with no denial. The cool liquid soothed her sore throat but she didn’t remember yelling out—no. He didn’t say yelling, he said screaming. “Fine,” she conceded as she passed the water back to him. “I will admit that I’ve never cum so hard in my life. Are you pleased with yourself?”

  Lewis leaned forward and kissed her. “Very…” he placed a peck on the tip of her nose, “pleased.” He pulled away and studied her.

  “There are so many more things that I would love to experience with you, Cherrelle.”

  She became alert at his serious tone. “Me too, baby.”

  He sat up in bed, still wearing the vinyl suit. “Cherrelle, I have so many fantasies. They’re all centered around you. You turn me on so very much.”

  She smiled and traced his pecs through the dark suit.

  “There is so much that we can do with other. Have you ever been to a sex club?”

  “A sex club? Like in that movie 9 ½ w
eeks?”

  “Yeah, there are a few in the city. People fuck or watch others fuck.” He placed a kiss on her neck and she shivered in pleasure that was more like an after-shock. Damn, his very touch threatened to send her over the edge again.

  “I want to fuck you while others watch, while others crave what I have.”

  She closed her eyes while listening to his naughty thoughts. His lips glided over the warm flesh of her neck and she stroked his hard thighs.

  “You are so damn sexy, Lewis.”

  “Mmmm,” he moaned next to her ear. “I love when you say my name like that. Do you want to go to a club with me, baby?”

  Her eyes opened and she glanced at him. “And have sex…with other people watching?”

  “Or you can just watch other people having sex…” He didn’t stop kissing her neck and had moved to her nude shoulder.

  “That sounds kind of sexy…” she admitted. “You’ve been to these places?”

  “Yes,” he replied simply. “I have to admit, I like sex in all ways. Not much is off limits as long as it’s between willing adults.”

  She turned to him. “Tell me what you like?”

  He settled propped against his elbow. “I like being watched.”

  “I’m not surprised that you’re an exhibitionists. I guess I am too a little.”

  “And you’ve done it in public?” He asked.

  “A little playing around. I haven’t done it. Have you?”

  “Of course.” He replied with a wicked smile.

  “What else do you like? Do you like pain?”

  “I’m not much into that, nor am I into inflicting pain—beyond a little smack on the ass.” He reached over and gripped one of her ass cheeks and she laughed.

  “You are so kinky.”

  That wasn’t even half of it, he thought. But it was enough for now.

  “So what would you do to push the boundaries?” He asked. They had long ago shared favorite positions and sexual boundaries but she knew that he was asking something different. He wanted to know what she fantasized about.