The door opened as they approached, and Selena stood there. “Hey, Christina!” The two hugged, then Selena stepped back, ushering them in. “You know it’s not a club night, right?”
“‘Club night’?”
“It’s nothing,” Christina said to him. “I’ll explain later.”
“Go on upstairs, honey. Room on the right, you know the one. You want anything, you just yell, okay?”
Christina took Taylor’s hand and led him demurely up the stairs.
His touch was cool, and his grip had the kind of natural strength that just came automatically to some men. She’d never forgotten what Taylor’s touch was like. She’d never come across anything like it since.
She pushed the door open and stepped into a bedroom she’d first shared with Selena – maybe that was a story she would share with Taylor later. The bed was wide, white bedding pulled down ready for them. The floor was naked wood, the room furnished only with a couple of armchairs and a dressing table. On one side, doors opened off the bedroom into an en suite and a dressing room.
The door shut behind her.
She didn’t turn.
She even managed to stay standing, even though her whole body was taken with a mighty shiver of anticipation.
She sensed him move behind her and then his arms were around her. One big hand cupped her breasts, squashing them painfully together. The other lay flat on her belly, before stealing down lower. His face buried in her hair, he started to kiss and bite the side of her neck.
His approach was brutal and direct, hungry and animal-like. Any other man who acted like that would be clumsy, rough, but with Taylor there was a finesse an indefinable subtlety to his directness. And that hand...
She cried out, tipping her head back, as Taylor’s hand pushed down and forced itself against the tight fabric of her skirt, pressing hard against her clit.
He reached to her side, found the catch, the zip, and then her skirt was around her ankles.
His hand moved immediately back to her pussy, cupping her, kneading her softness through the silk and lace of her panties. Pressing hard, lifting her to her toes in that way of his so that suddenly the only thing occupying her mind was that exquisite pressure on her pussy.
And then: easing, letting her take her own weight again, and her awareness of other things than that delicious pressure returned. Her ass against his lap, against that hardness in his pants. The solidity of his body. Those arms again, wrapped around her, possessing her. The hand freeing the buttons of her blouse, then slipping inside to cup one breast. The thumb stealing inside that lacy cup and finding a nipple, pinching it hard against the fabric so that she cried out again.
The wall. How had she come to stand against the wall, her face pressing against the plaster?
She kicked her skirt free, shrugged her blouse away, and his hands – withdrawn briefly to let her strip – returned, one on her left breast and the other back down across her belly to cup her sex once more. Only wearing bra, thong and hold-ups now, the wall was cool against her body, against her face. Behind her, Taylor’s body was hard and strong.
She reached down, back, with both hands, finding his waistband, his belt, following it around to the buckle. While one hand worked that buckle, the other stole down and found hardness.
Impatient, his hands moved and then he was fumbling with his belt, his pants. Only a moment later, he was holding her again, and she felt his long hard shaft lying against her, its base nestling between her buttocks, and the head sliding up her spine.
He started to roll his hips, that delicious movement of his, and she felt her lower back becoming slick with his juices.
Her hands still down behind her, she held his hips as he moved, savoring the pressure of his balls against her ass and that hard column sliding against her.
She pushed up onto her toes and he sensed the shift and pulled away so that the wet head of his dick slid down between her cheeks, following the line of her thong.
Another subtle change of position, a bending of his knees, and his dick slid between her legs. She pushed back with her ass, grinding it into his lap, and that hard shaft was against her pussy. All that kept it out as it slid against her was a layer of thin silk, and then he thrust forward and the head emerged between her legs.
She brought a hand around and took a hold of him, and now it was his turn to cry out, an animal sound that was half gasp, half grunt.
She ran a thumb over his wetness, then slid her hand down, cradling him, grinding him up against herself, using his hardness against her clit. She felt that delicious heat growing in her belly now. He had taken her so close, so quickly!
His hand moved to cover hers. Pressing her hand up against his shaft, steering her as she ground his dick against herself. That strength was enough to steal the strength from her legs, and she slumped against him. Now all that kept her upright was his hand between her legs, his arm around her, the wall...
He pulled back, and she felt the bulge of his glans sliding back against her. Hooking a thumb into her thong, he pulled it aside and guided his dick so that it pressed against her. She was so wet for him!
He pushed, sliding between the folds of her sex, hitting the hard nub of her clitoris and pausing, pushing, withdrawing, working her most sensitive place with the head of his dick.
Then back, holding himself against her opening, pushing, and he was slipping inside. Filling her so full!
In a single, long thrust, he drove himself deep until she was lifted from the ground again. The angle pushed the head of his dick against the front wall of her cunt, sliding against all the nerve endings and sending ripples of intense pleasure through her body.
He pulled back and then thrust again, and that sliding against the front of her pussy was repeated – such an incredibly intense feeling.
Christina loved being taken from behind, but it rarely made her orgasm on its own. Normally she needed a toy, a hand, or a shift of position before she would hit that point.
But Taylor... in their short time together he had always been able to take her there.
He pushed again and it was like a firework display inside her, so many sensations at once.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck me harder!”
She sensed his surprise. She had never been so vocal, so demanding, when they had been together before.
“Fuck me!”
He did.
Hard and fast, one hand on her belly while the other worked away inside her bra, squeezing and flicking at first one nipple and then the other. Each thrust was the full length of his dick, pulling almost all the way out and then ramming back in, lifting her to her toes, holding her there so that everything – every single thing – was focused on where their bodies joined. Then sliding back, almost out, once again.
“Fuck me!”
Her orgasm, when it came, was explosive. A sudden heaving together of all the muscles in her lower body, a clenching of her pussy tight around him and then sudden release. She cried out loud, arching her back and bucking against him as he slid in deep once again. Then, as he filled her completely, lifting her to her toes and then off the ground, she clenched around him again, tight, over and over again.
That brief pause when the only movement was inside her was all he needed, and she felt a pulsing in his shaft in answer to the tightening of her pussy, and then sudden, wet heat filling her.
She slumped, her face hard against the wall, and slowly the tension went from his body.
She slid down the wall, and his softening dick slipped out of her, flopping wetly against her back as she subsided.
On her knees, she twisted at the waist, then turned completely to face him.
His dick was still semi-hard, long and dark and wet.
She took him in her mouth and sucked him deep. He tasted of her, a salty sweet tang, and as she sucked there was another pulsing in his shaft and a final creamy spurt of semen hit the back of her throat. She swallowed it down, then pushed her head forward, fi
lling her mouth with his dick as it continued to grow soft. Filling herself until her face was grinding against the coarse mat of short hair at the base of his dick. She didn’t want to let that dick go, wanted to milk it for all she was worth.
§
They lay on the bed, top to toe. Her head rested on his hard thighs, allowing her to look up the length of his body to those dark eyes. She studied the dark, walnut skin of his scrotum, and the length of his soft dick, lying sideways across him.
He rested up on one elbow so that his other hand could reach across and stroke the inside of her thigh.
The color of their skin was a stark contrast, Christina’s almost as pale as the sheets in this light. The sight of her skin against his was such an erotic thing, as visual a reminder as any that she was with another man, not Adam. Should it feel so good to be doing something that broke most conventional rules?
She remembered her conflicted feelings earlier – that felt so long ago, now! And her vow to make this a night to remember for him.
She reached out, ran a finger along that soft shaft and felt it twitch immediately in response.
She took him in her hand and squeezed gently. His shaft started to swell in response. Growing hard again, so soon!
Another squeeze prompted a gasp, a tensing of the hand on her thigh.
She placed her thumb on the underside of his glans, that most sensitive spot, and squeezed again.
This place... the club. She’d found out about it through a friend. Most days it was just Martin and Selena’s home, but one or two nights a week were club night. Carefully vetted guests came on club nights, to play with like-minded people. She wondered if she should tell Taylor about the club, or if that would be one revelation too many: she had already shocked him with how much more assertive and direct she had become, how she would cry out for him to fuck her harder in the throes of passion...
She remembered her promise to him. Maybe there was something she could do.
She twisted, and slithered up his body, pressing against him so that it seemed every surface of her body had slid against his stiffening dick as she moved.
Lying against him, she kissed him tenderly on the mouth, then pulled away, propped up on an elbow.
“Do you want to know what happens next?” she said.
He raised an eyebrow, and that delicious, lazy smile stole over his face.
“Or are you just going to let me slip away, then when I come back and you hear the door, are you going to close your eyes and just lie back and savor everything that happens?”
“And which of those two would you recommend?”
§
When she opened the door again, he was lying there, his eyes closed.
“No peeping,” she said, as she entered the room.
When she was close up, she studied him closely, but his eyes were clamped shut.
He really did have a hot body. Not an ounce of fat on him, his abs rippled gently, his shoulders were broad, his legs long and athletic. As she watched, his dick edged from semi-hard across his hip to lying upright against his belly. Such a stunning visual. She felt herself getting wet just watching him.
When she pressed a hand against that hard belly, he twitched, but kept his eyes closed.
When a hand closed around the base of that hard shaft, he flinched, arching his back upwards.
When another hand closed around his shaft he gasped.
Another hand, wrapped around the slippery head of his dick...
Four hands: one on his belly, three working his dick...
He opened his eyes and gasped again.
Christina glanced across at Selena, and the two turned to Taylor, grinning, hands still working.
“I hope you don’t mind,” said Christina. “But I thought I’d bring a friend.”
Selena was thirty-something, with cropped auburn hair and piercing aquamarine eyes. She wore a red silk corset covered with a filigree of black lace, a tiny black thong and nothing else.
Standing either side of Taylor, their hands found a steady rhythm on his dick. First one would wrap around the swollen head and slide down the shaft, and then another would repeat the action, so that all four hands were caressing and stroking him in rapid succession.
“I promised you a night to remember,” said Christina.
He hadn’t said a word yet. He just lay there, half propped up on his elbows so that he could watch, his jaw sagging, his eyes wide.
“You like?”
Selena was the first to dip her head, swirling her tongue around his glans.
For a moment Christina held back, taking in the sight of another woman going down on – on her man? her lover? No conventional labels seemed to apply. Such a horny sight!
She lowered herself, and curled a hand around Selena’s head until her fingers were buried in the short hair at the nape of her neck. As she drew close, Selena moved to one side of Taylor’s dick so that Christina could move in, kiss that gorgeous dick and then, as her lips slid around his glans they met Selena’s.
She drove her tongue forward, around the underside of his glans and met Selena’s tongue. Pressing up, she swirled her tongue, and felt Selena doing the same, both working that supremely sensitive spot. Then, lips still meeting around his dick, they slid slowly down his length.
As they reached the base of his shaft, Taylor pushed up to meet them, a long, animal groan escaping his lips. Eyes locked, and lips still clamped together, the two women drew themselves along his length again, this time in the other direction. When they reached the head, first Selena and then Christina took him in her mouth and dipped down before pulling away, and then, once more, they slid their locked mouths down his shaft again.
Christina was the first to change position, when she sensed that they had brought him right to the edge of climax.
She pulled away, then kneeled beside him so she could drive deeper between his legs. As Selena took him whole and deep, Christina licked at that dark sac, teasing it smooth, feeling the delicious weight of his balls as they moved beneath her tongue.
Opening her mouth wide, she took one in her mouth and rolled it from side to side before easing it out again.
Sweeping her tongue across his balls, she drove deeper, lower, finding the sensitive skin between balls and ass and teasing it with her tongue. He pushed up, making it easier for her to drive even deeper, pressing her tongue between the tight cheeks of his ass, finding a salty, musky taste there.
She felt a hand on her ass now. She didn’t know whose, although from the strength and spread of the grip she thought it must be Taylor’s.
She drove her tongue deeper, and found the puckered skin of his dark opening. Pressed, and felt it give, and then her tongue was sliding inside.
The hand on her ass tightened even more in response, and she drove her tongue as deep as it would go.
Easing back, that tight hole almost squeezed her tongue back out, and then she pushed again, starting to fuck him with her tongue, matching the rhythm she could feel as Selena dipped her head up and down on Taylor’s dick.
Taylor was groaning like a wounded animal now, almost a sound of pain, the pleasure was so intense.
His hand on her ass moved, exploring, and then fingertips found the folds of her wet pussy and slid inside.
She pushed back against his hand, and simultaneously bore down with her tongue, driving it even deeper than she had managed before.
Abruptly, his whole body bucked and thrust upwards, and he tightened hard around her tongue. He was coming! He was coming with her tongue in his ass and his dick deep in Selena’s mouth.
He thrust again and she drove her tongue deep, twisting it and probing him.
Again, less so this time, and she let his clenchings squeeze her tongue out, so that next time he thrust she was licking him gently, persistently, over and over until he was spent.
§
Now, Adam lies on their wide four-poster bed in his favorite position. His wrists are cuffed to iron loops set
into the heavy frame; his ankles are tied in silk to iron loops connected similarly.
Kneeling between his spread legs, Christina holds his dick upright between both hands.
“It was actually kind of sweet in the end,” she tells him. “Quite touching.”
“Really?”
She nods, holding the head of his dick so that it slides against one cheek.
“We talked. We had breakfast – me, Taylor, Selena and Martin. Taylor’s going to work things through with Olivia. The two of them are going to try to work out what they have and what they want to do. Whether they can fix things or not.”
“And will they?”
She slides his dick across her slightly parted lips. “I don’t know,” she says. “But at least he’s going to try.”
“Very sweet.”
“It was,” she says, letting him slide up across her other cheek and into her hair.
“Tell me,” he says now. “Tell me how it looked...”
“The eye contact? Seeing Selena’s face so close, on the other side of a long, black dick?” She kisses the head of Adam’s dick now. “Or just the skin on skin thing? Black skin against white. Such a contrast! So horny! And he has such a good body.”
She moves up against him, steering his dick across and then between her breasts, her eyes locked on his. There’s so much need in his look... Such a hunger!
“Or do you mean how did it look when I was riding his face? When I could look down and see his mouth working my pussy? When I could look along his body to where Selena was riding him?”
That visual... the most erotic of them all. The sweep of her gaze: looking down her own body to where Taylor’s mouth was clamped on her pussy, his tongue deep inside her. Along that athletic black torso to where suddenly there was the whiteness of Selena’s thighs tucked up either side of him. The ripples of his abdomen, the thickening of body hair... Selena’s smooth pussy pressing down, the base of his shaft just visible, his dick buried deep inside her.
“And then when she pulled away,” says Christina. “Sliding up that long, dark dick. Seeing it wet with her juices.” She starts to work Adam’s shaft, sliding the wet head between her breasts. “Leaning forward along the length of his body so that I can bury my face, licking at the base of his wet shaft as Selena slides back down again. Twisting my head to meet her. Such an awkward position, but so intense!”
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