by Zane
I stood directly in front of him, remembering his kisses, the feel of his hands, the way he made me cum just by licking my body into submission when he wanted me to give him oral sex.
Terry snapped his fingers in front of my face.
“Snap out of it, girl, and tell me why you left me. Explain why it was you picked up and moved without even a good-bye. You had better start talking.”
He said all of this while pulling my T-shirt over my head. Before I could say a word, his mouth was on mine, his tongue slipping in and out, causing me to moan.
“I can’t hear you.”
I tried, I really tried to speak, but he had unzipped my baggy fatigues and his fingers were playing in the small patch of curls that covered my kitty. “Please …”
“Please what, Danny? Huh? Please don’t fuck you ’til you tell me what you were thinking?”
He now had me lying flat on his desk, my pants being moved down my body, my mind begging for Terry to hurry, but he continued to talk; to punish me. “Where the hell are your panties?”
I wanted to answer, but his lips were on my thighs as he untied my boots. Everything hit the floor at once. The moment his mouth touched my kitty, I realized that he would smell my self-induced orgasms from the night before. Terry nudged me open with his nose; I was already cumming.
He raised his head slightly and I noticed the corners of his mouth edge up in a sinful grin. “What’s this I smell, little girl? Somebody’s been eating my porridge?”
My body was trembling as he lifted me and carried me to the big leather chair that sat behind his desk. Straddling him, I tried to position myself for penetration, but Terry was being mean; he wouldn’t let me feel his girth.
“Answer me! Captain been hit’n this?”
I laid my face against his chest.
“Don’t get all bashful on me now, Danny. I was going half-crazy missing you and I get here and this self-righteous bastard tells me how good you give head. What’s that all about?”
I had to tell him the truth. “It was a mistake; a huge mistake.”
Panting now, I tried again to get him in my spot, but with his hands on my waist, he moved me back.
“So, Cap’s been tasting my pussy, huh? I’m disappointed in you.” He really didn’t want to hear about Captain and what I had done with him. He lifted me slightly and brought me down hard on his ten inches of hard flesh.
“Oh … my … God.” It took me a few minutes to adjust to him again. I was so tight that Terry knew he didn’t have to question me again about the Captain.
“Mmm, girl, damn you’re so tight; so wet.”
I moved against him; I rocked him. Terry’s mouth grabbed one of my nipples and his middle finger entered my ass.
I exploded.
“Yeah, Danny. Give it up, baby.”
I screamed out, and came again, but this time with a force I’d never experienced.
I vaguely heard a knocking sound at the door, and I was too far gone to care.
Terry’s mouth was all over me and then he moved his mouth against my ear.
“You were expecting somebody, Danny? Yeah, I bet you got ’em lined up for some of this sweet honeypot. You better be quiet before they come in here and find me hit’n my pussy.”
Terry’s dick became still, yet remained hard inside of me. He rose from his sitting position without breaking our connection and laid me flat on the desk.
He began to stroke me, hard.
I couldn’t help but moan his name and the more ugly sounds I made, the harder he stroked.
Then he took my legs and placed one on each side of his shoulders and I immediately wrapped my ankles around his neck. Terry knew me; he knew what I wanted. I loved when he fucked me in this position. He knew that when he was all the way in, with each stroke, his dick kissed my g-spot. “Mmm.”
“Oh, God, I’ve missed you, Terry.”
My words of passion caused my freaky lover to lose control. With a simple lick of my tongue against his ear, he changed up his pattern. Terry pushed his dick all the way in, and then pulled it all the way out. He did this over and over while someone banged on the door.
I placed my hands on Terry’s chest to try to move him, but he refused to let go.
It was clear that he was on a mission.
“I’m about to cum, Danny. Cum with me, baby.”
I was also on the verge of cumming, but I wanted Terry to know how much I’d missed him. It was my turn to bring the heat and my turn to lose control. So, I begged him.
“Please, let me taste you, baby.” My legs fell from his shoulders and I began to slide to my knees.
Terry grabbed my hair as he slid his dick into my mouth. I pulled once, then twice, and Terry delivered the very thing I was after. As he came, I suckled and swallowed at the same time.
I drained him dry, but that wasn’t enough for either of us.
Terry lifted me again to the desk and with his oh-so-perfect lips and tongue, he licked me, he suckled, he nibbled and kissed me until my honey flowed easily into his mouth.
“Damn, baby, this pussy is still sweet.”
I smiled at his beautiful face. “I’ve missed you.”
“Good, because I’m here to stay. Now, we’ll finish this later. Right now we better get our shit in order, ’cause somebody’s on their way in here.”
Quickly, we hustled on every stitch of clothing we could find.
It was the sound of keys, then the opening of the door, that prevented Terry from taking that last sloppy kiss that was on its way to my neck. So, instead we stood straight, brought our left hands to our foreheads and with a smile, saluted … the Captain.
Swirl
N’Tyse
Can somebody say, “horny and desperate-ass female!” Yes, I’m referring to myself right now. There I was, in a wide-open, dimly lit room—surrounded by dick. Massive, chocolate, send-your-ass-to-the-emergency-room–type dicks, to be exact. Yet with all the eye candy swinging in my direction and hanging at my mercy, I chose to play it safe—at least for the night. After all, it was my first time. Now don’t get it twisted; I was no virgin. In fact, I was incredibly experienced in the sex department. However, it was my first time inside Purgatory since becoming a member. I had joined online immediately after having one of my … moments. I discovered the site as I was searching for local nightclubs that catered to women like me—single, voluptuous, thrill-seeking sex kittens who didn’t have either the time to date, the patience to date, or the self-confidence to date. Surprisingly, I happened to fall in each category. That explained why I had resorted to searching for dick—not love, but dick—online.
On the web, dick came in varieties. They were convenient, readily available, and I didn’t have to worry about any drama. Yes, I admit it; I was a cyber-ho. I’d spend hours at a time surfing the Internet, reading some spicy erotica, and viewing pictures of hot, butt-ass naked, well-endowed men. Then, once my pussy started percolating, I’d whip out my bunny rabbit, climb into bed, and pleasure myself until I’d calmed those urges. I did all this every single night. And that’s only half of the story. I’d done the unthinkable, had made a believer out of the impossible, and had flirted with the forbidden. I would do anything for dick! So it was merely a matter of time before I found Purgatory.
It was an upscale nightclub centered in the heart of the city. But it wasn’t just any ol’ nightclub. It was exclusively for single, plus-sized women. There was a lengthy application process as well. I had to create a profile, submit my picture, and … get this … I had to wait until I was approved. I mean, damn, you would have thought I was applying for a Lane Bryant credit card or something. I had to sign a waiver of liability and everything. On top of having to go through all of that, I was still put on their “waiting list.” This made me even more anxious to experience the place for myself.
Two months later, I learned that my membership had been granted. The membership dues varied depending on the levels. Level 1 was Heaven, level 2, Hell, and
level 3, Purgatory. And I can’t forget about VIP, which they called the Champagne Room. Of course, I had full access. Horny … desperate!
The impeccably decorated 10,000-plus square-foot venue was a secluded loft situated in the Dallas warehouse district. Valet parking, male hosts, escorts, movie theater, private shows and showers, voyeur closet … you name it and they had it, including naked men sprawled out on banquet tables serving as fruit and vegetable platters. All in all, Purgatory was the perfect grown-and-sexy atmosphere for releasing your inhibitions or satisfying that starving libido.
Before leaving my house, I promised myself that I would just observe, get a feel for the club and its festivities, before partaking in any of the events. And I was doing exactly that as I sat at a cornered table, in Heaven (the upper level of the club), sipping on a glass of pink champagne. I was dressed to kill, if I should say so myself. My only complaint was that my girdle was too damn tight. I should have worn the Spanx instead; although I couldn’t deny that while I was in temporary discomfort, the undergarment held everything together and accentuated my curves nicely. The new black dress I wore also hugged my body. It wasn’t easy trying to hide the ten extra pounds I had gained over the holidays, but judging by the way these men gawked at me, I didn’t have a damn thing to worry about. My naturally long, flowing hair was pulled back in a chignon, revealing more of my smooth, mocha complexion. My skin and exotic features were illuminated by a single vanilla-scented tea light, and my narrow, brown eyes glowed as I sat in awe of everything taking place around me.
“Did you come to swirl, or are you going to continue to sit there and miss out on all this fun?” I heard a voice say.
I looked to my right and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Good lawd! All I wanted to know was whether it was real. I had only read about Mandingo, never imagined I would be meeting his back-breaking, pussy-beating, booty-spanking ass tonight. I swallowed the last bit of champagne that was marinating my tongue. My lips moved but I couldn’t hear myself speak. I was dicknotized! After a minute or so, I was able to come to my senses. “I’m sorry. What did you just ask me?”
The host, the man with the colossal, hooked dick and potato bags for nut sacs, smiled at me. His smile was definitely a blush. I figured he was used to this type of reaction from women; especially after walking up on them with all his goods hanging out. He moved closer; my drifting eyes broke their fixation. I finally admired his oiled, bald head and bulging biceps. His skin mirrored mine and his eyes were the color of cognac. Being as fine and meaty as he was, I was able to look past his five-foot, four-inch height.
“I was just asking if you were going to swirl with the rest of us. A lady as beautiful as you shouldn’t be sitting here all alone.”
This time I smiled, blushed. My nerves were starting to embarrass me. My eyes roamed again, back to his midsection. I gathered my horny thoughts. “It’s actually my first time here. Normally, I’m not this … shy.”
“I see,” he replied, licking the lust off of those chocolate full lips. “Well, do please allow me the privilege of showing you around.”
No harm in that, I figured. “Sure. I’d like that,” I said.
I rose from my seat, towering over him in my heels. I felt like a giant standing next to him. He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me through the club. I would not have believed anything I saw that night had I not witnessed it for myself. There were men and women engaging in hot, passionate sex in every direction my heels clicked. There were women sucking dick, fucking dick, and jacking off dicks, just as there were men eating pussy, fucking pussy, and fingering pussy. I had seen it all, or so I thought.
Mr. Five-Four led me through a side entrance of the club, the Champagne Room. R&B music wafted over sexually induced lovers, intermingled with glorious cries of hot erotic pleasure. Candles burned, contributing to the heat radiating throughout the sex room. My attention immediately turned to the couple in the back, fucking in open view on a makeshift bed. I nearly swallowed my tongue, rendered speechless.
“Are you okay?” Five-Four asked me. I nodded, again speechless, but horny and desperate to feel what every woman in that room was experiencing at that very moment. “Well, I’m going to go back upstairs for a minute. I’ll be back to check on you.”
This time when he spoke, I heard my pussy say, “Please, don’t leave us.” My facial expression and body language said the same. As he turned to leave, I made my way to a comfortable spot arranged with a black velvet chaise and a mini fruit tray accompanying a bottle of chilled champagne. I took a seat and poured myself a drink, never taking my eyes off the X-rated entertainment playing before me. I watched in envy, silently wishing that I could trade places. It was torture, sitting there watching, and from the looks of it, I was their only audience.
On the makeshift bed, the woman’s head bobbled on her partner’s dick, causing her wild, two-toned spiraled curls to stand out like a 1970’s Afro that had been mingling with the wind. They were indeed creating their own remix of Kama Sutra, because as her long, talented tongue slid up and down his stiff length, two of his fingers were penetrating her asshole. I shifted in my seat, my hot and throbbing pussy growing wetter by the second. I took another sip of my drink, expecting the bubbly liquid to cool down my furnace, but instead, all it did was make me hornier and more desperate than I already was. So horny that I wanted to rip my clothes off and join the action. So desperate that I wanted to shove her off his dick and stuff it in my dripping pussy, then demand him to finger-fuck my asshole.
There were sex shows going on all around me but there was just something special about the thick and sexy sistah that had realized by now that I was watching her … them. The way she licked and curled her lips intrigued me. The way her ass jiggled with every movement aroused me. And the way she deep-throated his dick inspired me. Finally, her smile landed my way. I returned the gesture, feeling somewhat embarrassed by being caught red-handed watching them in the act. I hadn’t realized how relaxed I had appeared or how intoxicated I might have been. All I knew for certain was the obvious—I needed to get laid.
No sooner had that reminder settled in my mind than she began sauntering in my direction. Her flawless latte-colored skin, almond-shaped, bright brown eyes, and full luscious lips were the incarnation of natural beauty. Her walk was like moving poetry; fluid, liberating, and extremely enticing. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of the actual reason why she had interrupted her fuck session, hell, our fuck session.
“Hello, I’m Leo,” she greeted me right off the bat. I was taken aback because she damn sure didn’t look like a Leo. Leo was a guy’s name. “My zodiac sign is Leo, but it’s my handle when I’m here, as well,” she added, reading my mind.
“Oh. Very pleased to meet you,” I said, shaking her hand, wanting to skip the formalities. I tried to remember what name I had put in my file, but couldn’t, so I gave her my real name, figuring she probably wouldn’t have believed me anyway. No one did. “I’m Scarlet.”
“The newbie,” she acknowledged. A sinister look washed over her face. I chuckled.
“Wow, is it that obvious?”
She nodded her head vigorously. Again, I chuckled.
“So tell me, Scarlet, did you come to swirl?”
This time I skated around the question, trying to see where it would lead me.
I looked Leo deep in her eyes, slid my tongue across my bottom lip and said, “Depends.” Yes, I was flirting with the idea of fucking Leo, although I had never been with, or thought of being with, a woman. I could easily justify why my thinking had suddenly been altered. I was horny … desperate … inebriated.
“Depends,” Leo repeated, seduction lurking in her voice. Her eyes smiled as they traveled up and down my body. I’m not sure why I cared whether she found me attractive or not. I had come tonight for dick. Not pussy. So her opinion of me should not have mattered. But it did.
Leo motioned for her partner. He joined us, his dick still
hard as a rock. Leo dropped to her knees and began sucking his dick as if her life depended on it. She started off slow, massaging his balls at the same time, and then quickened her pace. My pussy begged to come out and play. Before I knew it, my racing hormones had gotten the best of me. I began inching my dress above my thighs and proceeded to shed my undergarment.
Leo was still going to work but I couldn’t suppress my needs any longer. I joined her on the floor. With his full-grown dick still in Leo’s mouth, he reached over her and assisted me in pulling off my dress. I had never experienced a threesome before but I was sure that somewhere in the crevices of my wild imagination that very fantasy existed.
Now that I was completely nude, the insecurities I normally had when it came to my body vanished. Leo didn’t mind sharing her space and escort with me. She slowly withdrew his dick from her mouth and gave me a reassuring smile.
“I saved the best for you,” she said. Without wasting another second, I gobbled his dick like it was a stuffed turkey. I could feel Leo’s hands caressing my huge ass and that drove my pussy insane. I had mastered the art of fellatio. All those erotic books and sex videos had taught me everything I knew.
Seizing the moment, I curled the tip of my tongue and slowly swept it across the head of his dick before tracing it with my lips. I then bottled as much of him as I could, which to my surprise, was the entire thing. My lips blew kisses to his twins while my tongue gave him the best dick bath he’d probably ever had in his entire life. I could feel every ounce of his excitement pulsating through my mouth. His pre-cum tasted like honey barbecue sauce. The hint of champagne I still savored on my tongue gave it the perfect amount of zest. I simply loved a tasty dick.
My pussy purred for attention while my chocolate nipples grew into bullets. I opened my eyes when I felt Leo slide in between us. She took his balls into her mouth and commenced to outperform me. A hum was coming from her throat and when I looked up, the man’s eyes were rolling to the back of his head.
