The Electrician

by Ramona Gray

  The woman moaned in reply, and I clutched Jonah’s hand when I heard the unmistakable sound of a hard cock sliding in and out of a very wet pussy.

  “Jonah?” I whispered. “We shouldn’t be listening to them.”

  He stepped behind me and rubbed his erection against my ass before cupping my tits through my dress. My nipples were already hard, and he kissed the spot behind my ear. “Your nipples are so hard, my love. I bet your pussy is wet, isn’t it?”

  “Jonah,” I moaned.

  The woman behind the curtain made another moan before chanting repeatedly, “Oh fuck, that’s good, oh fuck, that’s good.”

  My cheeks were on fire, and I grabbed Jonah’s hand when he slid it down my stomach. “Maybe we should, um, use one of those cubicles.”

  He grinned at me before squeezing my breast. “Maybe later, pet. Come.”

  He led me away from the couple and the sound of their fucking. Not that it mattered, most of the other cubicles were already full, and I could hear the people behind the curtains moaning and panting with pleasure as we walked by them.

  By the time Jonah stopped in front of a doorway near the end of the hallway and led me into the room, my pussy was so wet I was surprised I wasn’t dripping down my thigh. Fuck, what if I was leaving a wet spot on my dress?

  Before I could try and discreetly check, Jonah was sliding his arm around my waist and tugging me in front of him. I leaned against him, feeling the bulge of his erection rubbing against my ass, and studied the room. There was a small stage set up in front of us. The room was full of people and we were near the back, but the bed on the stage was higher than an average bed and easy to see.

  “Is this one of the shows?” I asked in a whisper.

  Jonah nodded, and I gave him a nervous look. “What kind of show is it?” I didn’t think I was ready to watch a woman or man be tied up or spanked or tortured.

  Jonah gave me a reassuring squeeze. “Nothing too kinky, my love, I promise.”

  “Okay.” I was about to ask when the show started, when the lights in the room dimmed and two spotlights clicked on above the stage. They shone down on the bed, and I could feel my pulse fluttering nervously when two people walked onto the stage.

  My first thought was how normal they looked. The woman was on the chubby side with long blonde hair and truly spectacular looking breasts. She wore a short silk nightgown, and she stood next to the bed, staring up at the man standing next to her.

  He was tall and muscular with dark blond hair and a few tattoos scattered across his chest. He was wearing just a pair of briefs, and I swallowed heavily when he pushed them down his thick thighs and his cock sprung free. He was longer than Jonah but not as thick, and I tried not to look too shocked when the woman sat down on the bed and the man immediately slid his erect cock into her mouth. She sucked enthusiastically as the man petted her hair and groaned softly.

  “She looks so pretty with his cock in her mouth, doesn’t she, pet?” Jonah whispered into my ear.

  I nodded, watching in utter fascination as the woman deepthroated the man before pulling her head back and gasping in air. A soft moan to our left pulled my attention from the stage. My mouth dropped open, and I twitched all over. A woman, she was short and had a soft and pretty look to her, was standing with her legs spread wide. She was studying the stage as a man knelt on the floor between her legs. His head was hidden beneath her skirt, but there was no mistaking what he was doing to her. Her hand pressed rhythmically on his head as she kneaded her breast and rocked back and forth.

  I looked away hurriedly when she glanced at me and winked. The people in front of us were making out enthusiastically. The man had his hands stuck down the woman’s tight jeans, kneading and cupping her ass as she rubbed his dick through his pants.

  To our right, a woman was on her knees, sucking enthusiastically at her partner’s cock as he watched the stage. My gaze wandered around the room. Jonah and I were the only people in the whole damn room who weren’t half-undressed and groping each other.

  “Take a deep breath, pet.” Jonah’s hand rubbed my belly and his low whisper in my ear helped me relax a little.

  I did what he said, and stared up at the stage when the woman made a harsh cry of pleasure. She was now naked and lying spread eagle on the bed. The man’s face was buried in her pussy, and I made a small whimper of need when I watched him suck on her very large and swollen clit.

  Jonah’s hand inched up to my breast and he rubbed it lightly as we watched the woman get her pussy eaten. “How do you feel, pet?”

  I moaned, rubbing my ass against Jonah and spreading my legs automatically when his hand traced one smooth thigh. “Achy.”

  He made a low laugh before sliding his hand under my skirt and cupping my pussy through my panties. “You’re very wet, my love.”

  “She looks so pretty getting her pussy eaten,” I said as I stared at the stage.

  The woman was humping the man’s face now, her hands digging into his scalp as her low cries of pleasure grew louder. She came just as the woman to our left came and their cries intermingled. The man to our left pulled his head out from under the woman’s skirt and stood. They kissed deeply, and she stuck her hand into his pants as Jonah rubbed me lightly. “She doesn’t look as pretty as you would look up there, my love.”

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  The man on stage was kneeling between the woman’s legs now. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit as she clutched at the sheets and begged him to fuck her.

  “Lift your dress, pet,” Jonah said.

  I did what he asked, raising my dress up around my waist. I could feel the gazes of the couple on our left, but instead of being embarrassed, I felt a fresh surge of lust. I liked that they were watching, liked the idea that me being turned on was turning them on too.

  Jonah used his left hand to pull down the front of my panties until the cool air washed over my pussy. I was sure he wasn’t deliberately showing the couple next to us my pussy, but another surge of almost unbearable need went through me when the woman said, “Her pretty pussy is bare. Would you like it if I did that, honey?”

  “Whatever you want, baby.” The man’s voice was low and deep.

  Jonah pulled my panties back into place before sliding his right hand inside them. I cried out, my hips thrusting forward when he rubbed my clit with his rough fingers.

  “Please!” I moaned. “Oh, please.”

  “Shh, my love. Look at the stage.”

  I turned my gaze back to the stage, rocking my pelvis against Jonah’s fingers as he pushed one hard thigh between mine and spread my legs wide. The man had the head of his cock against the woman’s entrance and when he pushed his dick into her, Jonah slid two thick fingers into my needy, wet hole.

  I cried out, thrusting my hips against Jonah’s fingers as I watched the woman being fucked on stage. Jonah sucked on my earlobe, his fingers curling inside of me to rub against the front wall of my pussy.

  The man on stage was pounding into the woman now, fucking her hard and rough as she begged and pleaded for him to make her cum. Jonah’s hot breath warmed my cheek as he watched the stage with me.

  “You would look so pretty on stage, pet,” he whispered as he fucked me with his fingers. “Don’t you think?”

  “Oh please,” I moaned.

  “The couple next to us can’t take their eyes off you,” he said. “They’re not even paying attention to the stage. They’re watching you, watching as you fuck my fingers with your tight, pretty little pussy. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum, pet. Why don’t you show them how gorgeous you are – I want you to cum for me right here.”

  “Oh, oh, oh God,” I whimpered. My eyes were glued to the couple fucking on the stage, my hands clutching at Jonah’s forearm as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. When his thumb angled up and rubbed my clit in a hard circular motion, I snapped my mouth shut against my scream of pleasure, and came all over his hand. His arm wrapped around my w
aist, supporting my weight as I trembled wildly.

  There was a scream as the woman on the stage climaxed, followed by the man’s roar of pleasure as he followed suit. I hardly paid attention. My pussy was throbbing, and I squeezed around Jonah’s fingers as he kissed my throat.

  “Such a good girl, pet. You looked so pretty cumming on my hand. Good girl, my love.”

  I leaned against Jonah’s hard chest, trying to catch my breath. His fingers were still deep inside my pussy and I twitched all over when the woman next to us spoke.

  “That was so hot.”

  I stared at her. She was still rubbing her man’s dick through his pants, and both of them were staring at Jonah’s hand inside my panties. She seemed to be waiting for some type of response, but I could only stare at her as Jonah eased his fingers out of my pussy. They were soaking wet when he pulled his hand out of my panties, and a hot blush rose up my chest when the woman licked her lips.

  “Look how wet he made her, honey.”

  “Very nice,” the man said appreciatively.

  Jonah was tugging my dress down over my hips. I almost fell over when the woman smiled at us and said, “Hey, you guys into swapping? We could go back to our place for a few hours. We don’t live far from the club.”

  I was speechless, but Jonah just smiled at them. “Thank you for the offer, but we’ll pass.”

  “That’s a shame,” the woman said cheerfully. “I’d love to watch her cumming all over my man’s cock. If you change your mind, we’re gonna watch another show next door.”

  They turned and left, and I clutched at Jonah’s hand when he led me toward the door. “Jonah? Are we going to watch another show?”

  “No, pet. I need to fuck you.”

  My pussy clenched uselessly around nothing, and I made a small whimper as Jonah led me out into the hallways. The cubicles were all full now, no doubt most of them were being used by the people who’d been in the room with us, and Jonah led me out of the hallway and back through the main room to another hallway. Rows of curtained cubicles lined this one as well and he took me to the first open one. He pulled the curtain shut and immediately pulled my dress over my head.

  “Jonah,” I looked nervously at the closed curtain as the sounds of people fucking on our left and on our right drifted through the curtains, “what if someone opens the curtain?”

  He unhooked my bra and pulled it down my arms before laying it over the narrow table with my dress. His hands pulled my thong down and I stepped out of it automatically as he said, “Then they’ll see you being fucked, pet, just like the woman on the stage.”

  Oh Jesus. Why did that turn me on so much? I was a goddamn pervert. I shouldn’t be wishing that someone would accidentally open the curtain while Jonah was fucking me, but there was a small part of me that couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  Jonah had stripped off his shirt, and he pushed his jeans and briefs down to his ankles but didn’t bother removing them completely. He sat down on the leather chair and patted his lap. “Come here, pet.”

  I straddled him, my knees pressing into the soft leather on either side of his thighs. The smell of disinfectant was strong, but it didn’t lessen my desire for him as Jonah gripped the base of his cock. “Slide your tight pussy over my dick.”

  I did what he asked, trying to stay quiet as his thick shaft stretched my inner muscles. He pulled my hand away from my mouth before pinning both of them behind my back. “No, pet, let them hear how good it feels for you when you’re being fucked.”

  He gripped my hip with his other hand and held me steady as he fucked me hard. My moans mingled with the others around us. The other women’s cries of pleasure only heightened my excitement, and I rode Jonah’s dick hard, my tits bouncing with every thrust as Jonah stared up at me.

  His hand tightened around my arms. “Did you like it when they watched you cumming, pet?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I liked it. Please, Jonah, harder.”

  He fucked my wet pussy harder and faster. “I should have fucked you right there in the room, Claire. I should have pulled down your panties, bent you over and let them watch as I fucked your tight pussy.”

  “Oh my God,” I moaned. “Oh fuck.” Pleasure was coiling in my belly and I strained for my orgasm that was just out of reach.

  “Would you have liked that, pet? Would you have liked being fucked in front of them? Liked knowing that they could see your sweet pussy being forced to take my cock over and over?”

  He made a hard thrust, the head of his cock hitting that magical g-spot, and I shrieked “Yes!” before cumming in a roaring explosive rush that made my head spin. Dimly, I was aware of Jonah’s low groan, of the fresh wetness in my pussy as he orgasmed, as I collapsed against him.

  His big hands rubbed my bare back, and he pressed kisses against my damp throat and shoulder. “So good, my love. So damn good.”

  Chapter Nine

  Claire

  “Stop looking at me like that, Luna.”

  Luna grinned. “I can’t help it. I can’t believe that my best friend went to an honest-to-God sex club last night.”

  I sipped at my cup of tea as Luna drank her coffee. It was Saturday afternoon. Jonah had spent the night with me after we left the club, but had left before dawn. He was hoping to finish the work at the Thompson site today.

  “Hey, is Jonah at the Thompson site?” Luna suddenly asked.

  I nodded. “He is.”

  “Yeah, Asher too. God, that building is taking forever to finish. Anyway, let’s get back to the sex club thing. So, you and Jonah had sex in front of people, huh? That guy is way kinkier than I ever would have believed.”

  My face turned bright red. “Luna, we didn’t have actual sex in front of people. He just…”

  “Made you cum?”

  “Oh my God, why did I tell you any of this?”

  Luna giggled. “Because you had to tell someone. Don’t be embarrassed, Claire-Bear, I’m not going to judge you.”

  I sighed and stared into my cup of tea. To be truthful, I wasn’t sure how I was feeling about last night. I had enjoyed it a lot at the time, but now… now, I was feeling a little embarrassed at how perverted I was.

  “Do you think I’m a pervert?” I suddenly asked.

  “No,” Luna said. “Why would I?”

  “I think Jonah likes the idea of being watched while we’re having sex, and I… I sort of like it too. I think.”

  “Then what’s the problem?” Luna said. “So you both have the same kink, that’s a good thing, right?”

  “I guess. Maybe? Shit, I don’t know. The thing is – just because I like the idea, doesn’t mean I want to get on a stage in front of a roomful of people and let Jonah fuck me. It’s not normal, Luna.”

  She shrugged. “What’s normal? People have all sorts of different kinks.”

  “This one seems a little more out there than most. Anyway, I’m probably overreacting to the whole thing. Just because Jonah got me off with his fingers in front of a couple of strangers, doesn’t mean he wants to bang me in front of a roomful of them.”

  “Isn’t that exactly what he said?” Luna replied.

  “That was just…dirty talk,” I said. “Look, maybe Jonah is a little more of a bad boy than I originally thought, but I just can’t see him wanting to actually have sex in front of a bunch of people.”

  Luna gave me a skeptical look that I ignored. I really wasn’t sure how I was feeling about the whole thing. A big part of me believed that it really was just dirty talk on Jonah’s part, and weirdly, that both relieved and disappointed me at the same time.

  I groaned and buried my face in my hands. “God, I don’t know what I want anymore.”

  “Pretty sure it’s Jonah you want.”

  “I do,” I whispered. “I really do.”

  “Then just relax and don’t overthink things, Claire,” Luna said. “You like him, he likes you. It’s all good.”

  “He asked me to go back to the club again tonight.”<
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  “Yeah? You gonna go?”

  I nodded. “I am. I – I had a really good time last night.”

  I didn’t tell Luna that I was already wondering if we’d watch another show. If Jonah would touch me, show off my pussy to the people around us as he made me cum. A little shiver of lust and anticipation went through me and I swallowed hard. God, I really was a pervert.

  * * *

  Jonah

  “Jonah, is there something wrong?” Claire was giving me an anxious look as we stood at one of the tables in the main area of the club. She looked gorgeous tonight. Her dark hair was loose and curling around her shoulders and the green dress she wore matched the colour of her eyes perfectly. Of course, if I had my way, in about half an hour she’d be naked and under me.

  I swallowed down the last of my bourbon and shook my head. “No, it’s good. Why?”

  “You seem nervous.”

  I was nervous. I took a deep breath and shook it off. After last night, I knew without a doubt that Claire was into being watched while having sex. The way she had reacted and the way she had cum so hard, she liked it when strangers watched her.

  My cock surged against my jeans. Fuck, I’d be lucky if I didn’t embarrass myself tonight on stage by cumming before we barely started. The idea of fucking the woman I loved in front of a roomful of people had me so turned on, I couldn’t concentrate. I had called the club this morning and booked one of the main stages for us. After that, my day was full of images of a naked Claire, of her moaning and begging me to make her cum while strangers watched.

  “I’m good, pet. I promise.” I took her hand, linking our fingers together and smiling at her. “Are you ready?”

  “Are we watching another show?” She couldn’t hide the eager look on her face.

  Instead of replying, I tugged her away from the table and across the main room to the hallway. We walked past the curtained cubicles. Claire’s face was a delightful shade of pink and I knew she was remembering being fucked last night. I stopped at the first door on the left.