“Shit—I’m sorry, babe,” Damon said then. “This is an old friend. Used to work at a couple of the clubs on Sunset and let me know about new bands.” Looking up to Anthony, he said, “This is Brenna.”
“Um, hi,” she said, thankful—under the odd circumstances—that Damon hadn’t mentioned her being Blue Night’s newest A&R rep, even if it would remain confidential.
Anthony glanced down at her chest and smiled warmly. “Don’t worry about covering up on my account, hon. When you work here, you see a lot of tits.”
He spoke so sincerely that the comment actually succeeded in putting her somewhat at ease. “I can imagine.”
“So,” Damon said, “working at the most notorious sex club in Vegas, huh?”
Anthony shrugged in his toga. “What can I say? I started here a few months back, a couple nights a week. The money’s good and the work’s fun.”
“I’ll bet,” Damon said.
Anthony glanced back to Brenna. “I’ll let you two get back to what you were doing. But if you need anything, let me know and I’ll take care of you right.”
She understood that he meant food and drink, but knowing what he did here, she couldn’t help hearing the offer a different way and letting the promise pool between her thighs.
“Sorry,” Damon told her as Anthony walked away, then he lay her back on the gold pillows adorning the bed, letting his eyes fall half shut with lust. “Now, where were we?”
She thrust her breasts upward toward him, discovering, thankfully, that maybe the conversation with Anthony hadn’t squelched her arousal as much as she’d thought. “We were here.”
In one swift move, Damon pushed the fabric from her breast again, closing his palm over her aching flesh. “I love that you called him over,” he murmured between more neck kisses.
They trickled down through her so hotly that she could barely answer. “It was only…for grapes.”
A sexy smile unfurled on this face. “Still…you got me even hotter than I already am.” His hand shifted to her bent knee, gliding up her thigh as he bent to rake his tongue over her nipple. And in the center of the room, the blonde cried out her pleasure, and Brenna shifted her gaze to see one of the men pounding into her from behind, the other from underneath, and she was just comprehending that it meant one of them must be fucking her ass!—when Damon’s hand slid between her legs.
“Ohhh…” she moaned, needing his touch there so badly now.
“Jesus God,” he muttered, then pulled his hand back to flip up her skirt.
That’s when she remembered—she’d shaved her pussy for him, and he’d just discovered it. In a far different setting than she’d envisioned.
Glancing down, she saw her smooth, pale flesh, the pink nub of her clit protruding from the bared slit.
“Oh babe,” he said, sounding utterly in lust with her, “look at your sweet little cunt. Look what you did for me.”
“Do you like it?” She even spread her legs a bit so he could look—and just like with her breast, realized she no longer cared about the other people in the room.
He let out a low groan in reply, then growled, “I have to lick you. Now.”
“Oh…” she said, suddenly breathless—and ready. Meeting his gaze, she didn’t hesitate to part her thighs farther.
After another ravenous look into her eyes, he refocused on her pussy and went down on her.
Leaning back into the pillows, she spread her legs still wider, wider, as far as she could, to welcome his hungry, wet tongue. She watched each long lick he made, fresh pleasure erupting inside her at every stroke. And she watched the trio still fucking on the divan, too. And she grew aware that some eyes in the room even watched her now. Watched her having her pussy eaten.
It should have horrified her, all of it—but it didn’t. It only amped up her arousal, turned her crazed with lust, as she ascended to a sexual high that felt almost unreal.
Following her urges, she freed her other breast from the white fabric and began to massage both with her hands. Damon licked her deeper when he saw—and just over his head, on the dais, the scene had changed: yet another man had joined in.
The blonde straddled one of them cowgirl style while another fucked her ass from behind. And standing by the reclined head of the first guy was…Anthony! Thrusting his dick into her eager mouth.
Brenna had never seen or even imagined such a sight. And she couldn’t have envisioned desiring that—so many men, inside her, at once—but the blonde appeared intoxicated with pleasure.
Brenna kept watching them as Damon’s ministrations moved all through her, and she lifted to meet his mouth. “Yes, baby. Yes,” she whispered, still molding her breasts in her palms and feeling the eyes in the room upon her, and—dear God—liking it.
At the same time, she let her own eyes wander farther, to couples and threesomes and foursomes all around the room. The place echoed with sobs and moans and immersed her still more fully into that sense of utter abandon. She yearned to shed her inhibitions like never before, and she fucked Damon’s mouth harder, moaned louder, and returned her attention to the scene on the platform.
What was it like to have that many big, sturdy cocks inside you, pumping? How did a body take that much sensation? How did it feel to be the very center of an all-out Roman orgy?
Her pleasure multiplied, and she knew she would come soon. “Oh baby, lick me,” she begged Damon, loving the sight of his beautiful dark eyes between her legs. “Lick my pussy.”
Damon responded by latching his mouth around her swollen clit, making her cry out and squeeze her breasts harder. He sucked, pulling the hot nub deep, deeper, and just as the woman on the dais released Anthony’s penis from her mouth to cry out in orgasm, Brenna’s hit, too.
She heard her own hot sobs, not caring if she drew attention, only responding to the heavy pulses of pleasure arcing through her, again, again. And on the dais, two of the men came inside the blonde, thrusting and groaning, the three of them now undulating together in waves of flesh as Brenna’s climax slowly faded.
As for Anthony, he didn’t come. His cock was long, hard—almost pretty in that way a perfectly shaped phallus could be. And at first, Brenna wondered why he didn’t finish, but then it occurred to her that most guys could only muster so many hard-ons a night and that maybe he needed to save it for the good of his job.
“How ya doin’?” Damon asked, crawling up beside her in the bed.
She felt positively dreamy, even with all the other sex acts still taking place around them. “Mmm—very well, thanks to your expert tongue.”
Playfully, he leaned to flick it across one nipple. “My tongue likes you, too.”
Just then, a toga-clad girl paused by their bed holding glasses of wine. “To parch your thirst,” she said.
They took the wine, thanking her, and Brenna realized the employees must keep an eye on who was doing what if they were adept enough to deliver drinks after orgasms. The wine went down sweet and tingly, and when Brenna kissed Damon she tasted both Chardonnay and her own juices mixing together.
“I want your cock,” she told him boldly—no hesitation.
“It’s right here,” he said, just as he had last night. “All you have to do is take it.”
Glancing down, she saw his erection making a sizable tent of his toga. And she realized that, strangely, shockingly…she wanted something more than just his cock.
Something more extreme.
“I want you to fuck me there.” She pointed to the dais in the center of all the beds, now occupied by two girls and a guy. Both females were topless, wearing only little white skirts and gold Roman-esque heels much like her own. One stood kissing the guy while the other knelt at his feet, reaching up under his toga, clearly preparing to give him a blow job.
“Really?” Damon asked, casting probably the most surprised expression she’d ever seen on him. He seemed not to even notice the goings-on in the middle of the room.
She nodded, not stopping to q
uestion it. “I don’t know why I want it, and I can’t believe I want it—but I want it. I want you to fuck me in front of all these people. I want them to see you giving it to me, want them to see me take it, want them to see our pleasure.”
Damon’s breath grew shallow—he clearly remained somewhere between shock and desire. “I’d love to fuck you there, babe—but, like I told you, only people who work here get to do that. The sex is orchestrated, like a porn movie.”
In her lust, she’d forgotten the rules. And suddenly, being told she couldn’t, Brenna grew desperate to live out this brand-new, unexpected fantasy. If she didn’t, it would be like…like there was more of her wild journey yet to take, like she hadn’t reached her full erotic potential, the potential Damon had uncovered.
Scanning the room, she spotted Anthony, who had put his toga back on. “Ask your friend. Maybe they’ll make an exception.”
Damon just blinked. “You really want this, don’t you?”
She nodded, feeling outrageous and feral and ready—and also earnest. “I want to show you how dirty I can be, Damon. I want to be…the sex partner of your dreams.”
He lifted a hand to her face. “You already are, Brenna.”
Her heart felt as if it physically lifted. “I am?”
“I’ve fucked a lot of girls, babe, but…”
She bit her lip. “But what?”
“Most of them are…bad girls from the start. And how you let me…coax the bad girl out of you…well, that gets me hot in a way I’ve never been before.”
Brenna had barely begun to process his words, let them seep into her skin—when Anthony walked by and Damon held up a hand to stop him.
“Listen,” Damon said, his voice low, conspiratorial, “any way I can take my girl up there?” He pointed to the divan, where one woman now sat on the guy’s lap, sliding up and down his dick with her legs spread, allowing the other girl to lick her.
Anthony looked back and forth between them, not one iota of judgment in his expression. “Sometimes,” he began, “they’ll let guests up there, but only with someone who works here. They know we’ll keep the sex on track, make sure it stays visually exciting, you know?”
Damon nodded, then—cautiously—looked to Brenna.
She knew she should say, Thanks anyway—I understand. But instead, she said, “Maybe we could do that.”
Damon blinked—and she knew that if she’d stunned him with her original request that it was nothing compared to how astonished he was by this suggestion. “We could?”
She lowered her chin slightly, feeling just a bit sheepish now. “If…if you wanted to.”
“Me? Uh, yeah, babe—I’m fine with that. I just didn’t expect you to be.”
“Me either, but…” She lifted her gaze to Anthony. “You seem like a nice guy.”
He shrugged, grinned. “I try.”
Looking back and forth between the two men, she finally let her gaze land on Damon. “So…maybe we could…do it…with Anthony.”
Seven
The thing that shocked Brenna the most was how easy it was.
How easy to let Damon and Anthony guide her up onto the dais when the previous threesome concluded. How easy it was to just focus on Damon and on her desire for him—more than that, her love for him—as she twined her arms around his neck and kissed him before the crowd.
Part of why it was easy, of course, was because even as they were the center of attention, so much else took place. Some people left and new ones arrived. Some of the surrounding beds held people fucking their brains out, and nude girls came and went from the “baths” at their leisure to simply stroll about the room, wet and slick-looking.
But part of why it was easy was because Damon had made it that way. He’d made it so that sin was…good. This kind of sin anyway. She refused to think of any other sins she might be committing this week—and concentrated only on the sins of the flesh, which, with Damon, no longer felt like sinning at all.
Soft musical notes from lute and lyre dripped through the air as Damon faced her on the dais—Anthony stood behind her, and she was glad, because even if she fucked them both, this was all about pleasuring Damon, exciting Damon, being his ultimate unleashed dirty girl.
Damon’s gaze dropped to her breasts, the toga’s fabric now covering her again, and reaching up, he molded them in his palms, making her sigh and arch toward him.
Behind her, Anthony’s strong hands closed over her hips, then descended slowly, to massage her ass.
Oh God, she’d never been touched by two men before at once. And it was sort of like last night, when she’d been pleasured by both Damon and Jenelle—but better. Because both her lovers were men—hard, virile men. And because it felt as if the whole world was watching—watching her shed her every inhibition, for her lover.
Anthony’s palms roamed her with skill from behind, skimming up over her waist and smoothly onto her breasts, kneading her. Her head dropped back as she suffered the strange, heady pleasure of letting a stranger touch her while Damon watched.
When Anthony curled his fingers into the swaths of fabric covering her chest and pulled downward, baring her, Damon bent to kiss, suckle her nipples. And as the pleasure roared through her, Anthony’s hands traveled lower, one lifting her skirt, the other stroking boldly between her legs. She moved against his fingers involuntarily, still fueled by being in the center of the bacchanal.
And when Anthony untied the gold cord from around her waist and Damon slipped his thumbs beneath her shoulder straps to send the dress dropping in a rush to her ankles, she didn’t even flinch over her nudity. Moreover, she basked in it. Her nipples puckered tighter; her pussy flooded with warmth.
With the guidance of Anthony’s hands, she moved onto the divan, on her hands and knees, assuming the same position as the blonde who’d knelt here upon their arrival, the blonde who’d first begun to inspire her to desire such reckless sex.
Like the blonde before her, she boldly thrust her ass into the air, arching her back, and she gazed up at Damon as he let his own toga hit the floor. Her eyes then dropped to his tremendous cock, standing at full attention, looking so stiff and ready that she couldn’t wait to feast on it. “Put it in my mouth,” she said, peering back up into his dark eyes. She’d glimpsed Anthony rolling on a condom behind her.
She should be terrified. Freaking out. But she simply wasn’t. The things she’d seen here tonight had freed her and, for this night only, her desire truly knew no bounds.
As Damon positioned his cock at her lips, she parted them and let him slide inside. He filled the recesses of her mouth, slow, deep, and she enjoyed all the eyes studying her in such an obscene state.
And as he began to move in and out, as she matched his rhythm, Anthony’s hands closed back on her ass and his shaft nudged at her moist opening.
Again, part of her wanted to be repulsed, feel used and abused, feel like she’d made a horrible mistake. But she didn’t feel any of those things. What she felt was ready. Ready to be fucked by two big, hard cocks. Ready to show the world—or at least the other people who’d come here tonight—how hungry she was, how naughty, how dirty.
When Anthony entered her, she groaned around Damon’s cock. Oh God, she’d never felt so very filled. And she suddenly understood the blonde’s joy from before. As Anthony plunged into her from behind, Damon fed her his cock from the front, both men making her feel more thoroughly fucked than she could have imagined possible.
They moved together that way, her lust growing, heat building, even as the sensation of having two large shafts inside her threatened to overwhelm her. She responded by fucking Anthony harder, sucking Damon more energetically. She gave it all she had, wanting to soak up every nuance of this moment, wanting to feel everything there was to feel.
Anthony drove into her with still more power, until she was forced to release Damon’s cock in order to cry out as the strokes pummeled her. But she peered up into Damon’s eyes the whole time, through every hard thr
ust from the man behind her, and—oh God—it was almost as if Damon were in front of her and behind her at once, because if felt far more like fucking Damon than fucking someone else.
“So good, babe,” he whispered. “You’re doing so fucking good.” And she loved that he was as into this as she was, watching another guy do her as she gazed into his eyes.
But then Anthony eased off, going still, and used his hands to shift her position, reminding her—this was a show for the other patrons and she’d agreed to follow his lead even as he’d promised to keep things fairly simple.
Behind her, Anthony leaned back, resting on his knees on the divan, and he took Brenna with him, situating them both in an upright position, his cock still jutting up into her cunt. Oh—she felt it deeper this way, putting her weight on him. Her legs were parted, spread so that her calves stretched out on both sides of his, and he reached down, between her thighs, using the fingertips of both hands to spread the front of her pussy, as well.
Damon’s eyes dropped briefly to her freshly shaved flesh, then rose to hers. He’d been standing at one end of the ornate divan, but now climbed up onto the upholstered bench on his knees, moving closer, closer, until his stiffened cock pressed directly between her breasts.
She sucked in her breath as Anthony’s hands came around, pushing the two mounds of soft flesh around Damon’s rock-hard length. She sighed with the pleasure it brought—pleasure she’d never before contemplated. And pleasure that grew still more intense when Damon began to slide his erection up and down between her tits, fucking them. Oh God, it felt so good. So good to have such powerful strokes buffeting her breasts while Anthony continued to fuck her pussy below.
Again, she moved with them, the three of them finding a common rhythm, then working it. Around them, moans of pleasure filled the air, some of them echoing from her and the two men enjoying her. And being on the dais continued to inspire her, make her more energetic, wanting to show everyone what it was to be a perfect bad girl.
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