by Pepper Pace
It was a bit intimidating but then she looked at Lewis in his vinyl suit and the sense of familiarity returned. Lewis’ vinyl man walked to her and took her hand. He brought it to his vinyl-clad mouth and kissed her fingers.
That move was more Lewis than vinyl man and Cherrelle appreciated his attempt to make her feel at ease. It worked. She went into character as well and ran her fingers along his pecs, familiar with each line and curve.
She looked over at the big vinyl man who waited patiently. She walked to him and then slowly circled him, taking in every inch of his form, which stretched the suit to its limits.
He had an ass like boulders, and the package that set nestled at his crotch was nice and thick. She faced the man and looked up at him.
“You will stop when I say. And you’ll do what I ask?”
The big man nodded.
“Are you from the club?”
He nodded again.
She turned and walked into the bedroom. “Follow me boys.”
Chapter Nine
Cherrelle heard them follow and once she reached the bed she turned to face them. They were like odd twins, heads dipped in the exact same way and both were totally focused on her. The wine was beginning to mellow her and take the edge off of her nerves. Although she wasn’t quite horny she was intrigued with how this could go.
Curious about the big man she pointed to him. “Take off my clothes.” She knew that she sounded brave but she was far from that. She lifted her chin courageously.
He closed the space between them and untied the sash at her waist. Her blouse came unwrapped and she had no bra beneath. She could see the big vinyl man stare at her nude breast. He reached behind her as if to embrace her. Cherrelle didn’t move, but he didn’t even brush her. He unzipped the skirt and then while kneeling before her he lowered it, the fabric slowly moving down her legs. He came face to face with her shaved pussy. She had decided against panties as well. He hesitated and looked at her mound before continuing his task.
Cherrelle used his shoulders to brace herself as she stepped out of the skirt. Now nude except for her spiked heels she watched him watching her.
“Place me on the bed.”
He lifted her easily and then placed her gently on the bed. He didn’t even grunt with the effort. The man was strong.
He stood by the bed and waited for her next command. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
“Kiss me. Wherever you want.”
Cherrelle’s senses were attuned to the vinyl man’s every move. Although her eyes were closed she could tell that he was studying her nude form. It made her nipples harden and she was surprised to feel that her pussy was growing warm. The wine was responsible for that, she decided. She could not possibly be getting horny at the thought of some anonymous vinyl-clad giant.
And then she felt the bed dip as he climbed onto it to deliver the kiss. She wondered if she would feel his big hands on her knees—if he would pull them apart and place his mouth between her thighs. Cherrelle felt her clit swell.
Or would he play with her titties? Would he suck hard or would he tease with his tongue. Now her pussy was throbbing in anticipation.
She could feel him over her, but not touching. And then vinyl clad lips pressed against hers. She sucked in a surprised breath having expected something much more carnal.
He parted his lips and then she could feel his lips. They were full and warm against hers. He kissed her softly, sensually and she allowed herself to give into the sensation.
She placed her hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the tension in them as he controlled the delivery of the kiss.
“Stop.” She whispered.
Immediately he drew back and she opened her eyes and looked at him. He had brown eyes and they were dark with desire. She looked over at Lewis’ vinyl man who was still standing by the door. She gestured for him to climb onto the bed.
When he was on the other side of her she reached out and stroked his erection through his suit. It stiffened even more. She looked at the big man and reached out to stroke the bulge that had grown stiffer along his inner thigh.
He had a thick shaft although not as long as Lewis’, but he would give any woman a run for her money. She looked at Lewis again.
“Show him where to kiss me next.”
Lewis wasted not time. He quickly spread her legs and buried his head between her thighs.
Her body jerked in response to the immediate pleasure. She closed her eyes and allowed the vinyl man to do what he had always done so well. Cherrelle found her hand stroking the big man’s cock that was now straining within the suit. She felt his hips adjust slightly and without realizing that she was going to do it she reached for the zipper to release his cock.
Lewis sucked her clit hard and she arched her hips and cried out in pleasure. When she looked at the big man again he hadn’t moved and was still waiting for her next command.
Yes. She liked that. He hadn’t taken it upon himself to do anything even to release his obviously painfully squeezed cock. Cherrelle leaned over and reached into his suit. She didn’t realize that she had captured her lip between her teeth. Her hand gripped his hot flesh and her eyes stayed glued to the perfect cock. The head was shiny with his precum and his purple shaft was lined with bulging veins.
She stroked him, her hand using his own precum as lube. He threw his head back and blew out a ragged breath but stayed crouched on the bed beside her.
Lewis was pulling out all of his tricks and her attention went back to him. His tongue had snaked its way into her vagina and he was using it to fuck her. She gave in to his expert tonguing and began to wantonly gyrate, rocking her hips up to meet his face.
She released the big vinyl man’s cock. “Now you,” she croaked. Lewis pulled back and the big vinyl man took his place between her thighs. He used two fingers to spread her labia and then he began to lick and flick her clit.
Cherrelle mewed like a caged animal. It was fantastic! She thrust upward and gripped the sheets trying to stave off her orgasm—it felt too amazing to allow the sensations to come to an end.
She gripped Lewis’ by the wrist and brought his hand to her breast. “Make me feel good…” she growled.
His mouth came down on one breast while the other gently tugged at her swollen nipple.
It was so much pleasure that Cherrelle whipped her head back and forth on the bed. She forced herself to look down and saw one vinyl man between her thighs eating her pussy and another vinyl man sucking one nipple and rolling the other. The visual was just too much with all of the sensations and she exploded in ecstasy.
Cherrelle’s thighs clasped together locking the big man in place. He made no move to untangle himself from her grip and continued to lap and lick her clit and labia.
Lewis’ vinyl man had sucked all of her nipple and aureole into his mouth so that her deep chocolate peaks were no longer visible.
“So good…” she cried out in shuddering gasps as her body quaked and trembled. Neither man had let up and her orgasm only continued to build. This was the first time that she’d felt something so big and powerful chasing behind her climax. Whatever was building within her core was going to be like a tsunami!
And sure enough Cherrelle’s body was caught in a massive seizure that sent her into involuntary spams. It wasn’t until the big vinyl man raised up on his elbows did her body finally collapse.
By the time Cherrelle recovered she looked around to see only one vinyl man in the room. Lewis. He was still in costume and sitting on the side of the bed watching her. She sat up and looked around but before she could open her mouth to ask any questions Lewis lifted her in his arms and carried her to his adjoining bathroom.
The big vinyl man was standing beside the tub, which had a hot bubble bath waiting. Lewis placed her on the toilet first and waited for her to pee. She didn’t think she would be able to but her body couldn’t stop what needed to happen. Afterwards he took a wad of toilet paper and carefully patted her dr
y.
She blinked at the attention that he gave her.
The big vinyl man approached her and lifted her easily from the toilet and then placed her in the tub.
“Ahh…” she sighed. It felt good.
Lewis dimmed the lights and she noticed the candles, which gave off a nice glow. Smokers Delight by Nightmares on Wax was playing across the speakers and it was giving the entire space a cool, jazzy vibe.
The big vinyl man left the room and she realized that she wasn’t ready for him to leave. But he returned a moment later carrying a chilled glass of wine. He offered it to her. It was more peach Moscato and she drank it gratefully.
Lewis poured some of her favorite bath gel onto a sponge and then he bathed her, running it along her shoulders and arms. Cherrelle closed her eyes and relaxed letting the hot water soothe her sore spots. Soon she felt another set off hands take her feet. The second vinyl man was washing them.
After her bath the big vinyl man carried her back into the bedroom and they both rubbed lotion and oil into her hair and skin. It was such a sensual feeling although not overtly sexual.
Lewis’ vinyl man brought her a tray of cheese and grapes and she ate some and playfully fed them some. When she yawned they tucked her into bed and lay down beside her. She looked over from one to the other. They both watched her.
She leaned up and kissed the big one. He returned the kiss with passion, his hands stroking her skin, his tongue tasting the wine and grapes from her mouth.
She pulled back. “Thank you. This was an amazing experience.” He lowered his head as if in agreement and then got up and left the room. She turned to Lewis who was taking off his mask. He wore a smile.
“Damn, baby. You were so hot. You were so in to it.” He kissed her sensually and then pulled back. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“You liked it?” She asked.
“I loved it.” He ran his hands beneath the sheets but she frowned.
“What about…the other one? Is he gone?”
“Yeah. He’ll let himself out.” Lewis stood and peeled off the suit. She enjoyed watching him emerge from the vinyl man. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Be right back.”
She listened to the shower, lying there and thinking about what she’d experienced. Lewis had been right. She had liked it.
Chapter Ten
Nash was in the office planning the week’s menu when Lewis walked in. He’d barely gotten any sleep. Last night had been a long one.
“What are you doing here so early?” Nash asked. Translation: why aren’t you in bed enjoying that sexy woman of yours? He sure would be. Now that he knew what Lewis and Cherrelle experienced in the bedroom he completely understood his friend’s feelings for the woman.
She was expressive, honest and she obviously was eager to explore. His cock stiffened slightly. He hadn’t gotten off with her because that wasn’t necessarily a part of it. But after leaving Lewis’ place he had paid a visit to the club. He’d played with three different women before his desires had been sated.
Lewis wore a cocky grin on his face. “I’m here early because I’m leaving early and I want to get shit done. Last night I saw a side of my woman that I’ve never seen before. We’re going to the club and I think it’s time to take it up a notch.
“You don’t think you’re pushing it?” Nash asked while looking down at his list of menu items.
“You saw with your own eyes how hard she came last night.”
Nash looked up at him. “That’s because I’m an expert with my tongue. It doesn’t mean that she’s into being swapped out.”
Lewis leaned back in his office chair and watched his friend smugly. “I got Cherrelle figured out. She just needs someone to open the door and show her the way.”
Nash didn’t reply. He feared that his friend would learn the hard way. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe Cherrelle would enjoy being a swinger. But for some reason Nash hoped that she wouldn’t. She deserved to be with one man who only wanted to be with one woman.
He sighed and then concentrated on his list before he ended up missing a crucial ingredient for one of his recipes.
Lewis’ brow drew together. It was a journey not a race. Nash might be right about slowing it down, not that he would admit that to his friend. He wasn’t a horny college kid any longer and he wouldn’t act like one now.
That evening Lewis and Cherrelle entered the ‘Club’ by way of the underground elevator. She had never seen so many luxury cars all parked in one place. Cherrelle made a decent income on her own, but she knew without asking that Lewis was in an entirely different class. But one thing that she really liked about him was that he didn’t treat people as if they were beneath him and he didn’t act as if his wealth offered him a free ride. He worked hard, and he played just as hard.
They entered the elevators and instead of selecting the button engraved with the number one he pressed number two. There were five buttons. She wondered if each would become increasingly decadent.
Instead of opening into a corridor, this time the elevator opened directly into a room that was like a club. Instead of the chill ambient music that played on the other floor this one played Electronic Dance music. But unlike a dance club many of the dancers were nude. There were cages with exotically dressed women within them. They didn’t all seem to be having fun, though.
When Lewis saw what she was looking at he leaned in and explained. “The ones in the cage are placed there by their masters to be tormented.”
Her mouth parted and she gave him a surprised look. “Are we talking BDSM?”
Lewis chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Oh honey, this place is the real deal. Just don’t be alarmed. Everything that happens here is by consent.”
Cherrelle touched her neck as she watched a man in a cage being taunted as people reached in and stroked and or slapped at him.
That is mean, she thought. I am not going to be into that kind of thing. Just let somebody smack me and I’m going to smack their ass back!
Lewis spun her around and they began dancing, the music making their movements wild and staccato like the red and blue strobe lights. She laughed and danced marveling at how at ease Lewis was. He fit in anywhere he wanted and with anybody.
How had she ever had a chance against his many charms?
They took a break and ordered drinks at the bar and she looked around staring at every tall man that looked to be about 6’5”.
The second vinyl man had come from the Club. Any of them could be him. This particular floor had many big men, and most acted as if they were Doms. She studied each big man, checking out his ass, his posture and his demeanor. Was the second vinyl man here?
Did she even want to know? What would she do if one of these men looked at her in recognition? She felt herself grow warm at the idea of facing him without the mask and the vinyl suit.
“Would you like to view more of the BDSM?” Lewis asked.
She gave him an earnest look as she sipped her rum and coke. “Do you intend for me to partake? Because I must confess that the idea of being flogged doesn’t offer the slightest appeal.”
His eyes roved her body. “I have no desire to see anyone hit you. This floor is all about submission and domination, but there is a third floor.”
“Oh?” she replied. He wordlessly took her hand and led her to the elevators.
This time they weren’t alone and a man was making out with a partially nude woman who looked high or drunk. He was in his forties but attractive in a Sean Connery way. He looked at her and took a double take. He looked down at her bracelet and upon seeing that it was white he glanced at Lewis, nodded politely and returned to his woman.
Lewis felt his teeth clench at the way he’d ogled Cherrelle, as if she was here to be leered at by anyone other than him. He placed his hand around her waist and she gave him a quick smile that made his heart race.
The elevator doors opened onto an orgy. The difference between this floor and the first orgy was that there wer
e three times as many people and it obviously wasn’t exclusively heterosexual.
Cherrelle stared at two men having sex, not believing that she was seeing this sex act outside of a porno movie. The two men were so strong and big, like construction workers. Neither was effeminate, yet one was definitely loving being on the receiving end. Watching these two men, she wasn’t sure why she had always equated homosexuality with identifying as a female. Both men acted like all-man.
She looked at Lewis to gage his reaction but he seemed totally at ease with what was going on. He led her past the orgy scene and into a darkened room where people sat in armchairs watching a live sex show complete with a bed two men and one woman.
Lewis took her hand but they didn’t sit, they just watched from the edge of the crowd of gawkers, many of whom were in various stages of putting on their own show.
The performers were in the middle of a heated scene where the woman was lying on her back with her legs spread and one man was devouring her kitty while she sucked the cock of the other.
Cherrelle thought back to the night before when she had been in a similar position. She shifted, feeling the throb grow between her thighs. She’d had the big vinyl man’s cock in her hand and had thought about sucking him—she almost had. It’s why she had made him get between her legs where she would be safe from the temptation.
She couldn’t deny that the vinyl men turned her on, and mainly it was because they were no longer men with faces and hairlines or age wrinkles. They were just…breathing toys.
She felt Lewis’ hand move to cup her ass and she spread her legs slightly so that he could run his hand beneath her dress and feel that she wasn’t wearing panties and that her fine shaved pussy hairs were just beginning to moisten like morning dewdrops.
She knew that others watched the way that his hand was beneath her dress and how he stroked her pussy from behind. She watched the people on the stage fucking and imagined that it was her and her vinyl men while Lewis rubbed her crease and teased her opening.
