The Black Door

by Velvet

  “Darling, don’t you know that when a man wants to wander, he’ll find a way out of no way to cheat,” Meri said like a woman who spoke from experience.

  “Well, from what I’ve seen of him and Michele, they’re smitten with each other, so you might as well redirect your crosshairs and set your sights on another victim,” Ariel suggested. She then steered the conversation in another direction and asked, “What about that guy in the tortoiseshell glasses that you were talking to at the party? He looked like a nice man.”

  Refusing to let the topic die, Meri responded. “Nice, yes, and I might even have dinner with him once or twice, but he’s nowhere near hot!”

  “I thought you were through with the hot young guys and were ready to settle down with a M-A-N,” Ariel said, reiterating Meri’s own words.

  “That was before I saw Preston’s fine-ass son. Now he’s someone that I’d like to sink my teeth into. I bet he’s just yummy.” She smiled through the phone.

  Ariel shook her head in frustration, then said, “Meri you know I love you like a sister, but I’m not ready to have you as a daughter-in-law.”

  “Aw, Mom, don’t say that.” She laughed.

  “Stop teasing, Meri; this isn’t funny. I know how you like entertaining beefy studs, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t sleep with Preston’s son. Since you and I are so close and he’s practically my stepson, it’ll seem like incest.”

  “Darling, don’t be so dramatic. I’m not crossing any bloodlines, he and I are both consenting adults, and . . .”

  “Meri, please!” she shouted in frustration.”You don’t have to get your panties in a bunch.” She sighed. “I’ll leave your precious stepson alone, but only as a personal favor to you.”

  “Thank you,” Ariel said, relieved that she was finally able to get through to her horny friend.

  “But just know that if I had met him in another environment without knowing he was related to Preston, I wouldn’t hesitate to make him my lover,” she added.

  “Okay, I get it. Now can we please talk about something else?”

  “Of course, darling. Enough about the young Preston. Tell me what happened between you and the older Preston?”

  Ariel exhaled hard, and then told the story. “I still can’t believe he came late to the party, and then had the nerve to take a call from the senator, leaving me alone for nearly two hours to greet our guests.”

  “Haven’t you realized by now that Preston has an agenda that doesn’t include you?” Meri asked point-blank.

  “It sunk in at the party, when he spent more time talking with the senator than with me. The reality hurts, but I finally get it,” she said, sounding like a wounded puppy.

  “Darling, put away the violins and stop feeling sorry for yourself. You don’t need a pity-party. Stop trying to lure Preston away from his mission. You need an agenda of your own, and I’m not necessarily talking about work, if you know what I mean.”

  Meri’s words reconfirmed what Ariel had been thinking, but she still felt guilty about contemplating returning to The Black Door. She was practically a married woman and going back to the club just didn’t seem right. Her feelings were vacillating faster than an oscillating fan. One minute, she was ready to make a beeline back to her lover and the next minute, she was the devoted fiancée vowing to stand by her man. “I hear what you’re saying, and trust me I’ve thought about going back to The Black Door, but—”

  “But nothing,” Meri interrupted. “I know you’re love starved, because I can hear it in your voice. You should have a little fun before you get married, and stop obsessing about Preston. Trust me; you need to put him on the back burner and focus on your needs instead.”

  “Excuse me, Ms. Vaughn. Judge Hendricks is on line two,” JoAnne interrupted through the intercom.

  “Meri, I hate to cut our conversation short, but Preston is on the line. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Okay. Just remember to put your needs first,” Meri said one more time, drilling her point home.

  Ariel said good-bye and then clicked over. Preston’s unexpected phone call softened her resolve, and the anger she felt toward him began to fade. “So, what did I do to deserve this call?”

  “Do I need a reason to talk to the love of my life?” he asked cheerfully.

  “You’ve been so busy lately that I didn’t think you had time for idle chitchat.”

  “I just wanted to apologize again for last night, and to ask if we can reschedule our long weekend. I know I promised you a few days of no interruptions, but the senator wants me to take the shuttle to Washington for an impromptu meeting. I should be back Saturday night, and we can have a late dinner, and a . . .”

  Ariel extended her arm and held the phone far away from her ear. She didn’t want to hear another word he had to say. Twenty-four hours had not passed and yet again he was going back on his word. She didn’t need broken promises. She needed the love of a good man and knew exactly where to find one.

  18

  FOR THE first time since donning the red leather mask, Ariel finally felt completely comfortable behind the disguise. Her need for sexual stimulation overshadowed her inhibitions, and she no longer felt like the frigid bystander afraid to venture out and try a naughty new experience. Unlike her first visit to The Black Door, she didn’t need liquid courage to fuel her desire, so she bypassed the vodka fountain and the members who were casually lounging in the parlor area and made a beeline straight upstairs where the serious players played. She was on a mission to find the black-masked hunk. He had caught her totally off-guard the last time with a sneak attack from behind, but tonight all of her senses were on high alert, and she was primed, ready, and wet for some serious fucking.

  Ariel sauntered like a pro on the prowl as she peeked her head into the various rooms that dotted the darkened hallway in search of her lover. He wasn’t in the Game Room, the Pink Room, the Tantalizing Toy Room, the Voyeurism Room, or the Leopard Lounge. She looked to her left and noticed a door that she hadn’t seen before; it was painted black, and scribed in white at eye level was the number 8 and two lowercase m’s. She slowly turned the knob, opened the door, and slipped inside. The darkened room was set up like a cozy home theater with three rows of oversize black leather seats facing a large projection screen. She stood in the doorway and looked at the screen to see what movie was playing. She expected to see a typical triple-X film, but from the loud clicking noise bouncing off the walls, and the grainy black-and-white images, Ariel assumed it was an 8 mm porno flick. She found an empty chair in the back and made herself comfortable.

  Ariel had always assumed that the retro porn movies were watered-down versions of modern-day smut, but watching the activities unfold on the screen, she realized that she was totally mistaken.

  A full-figured woman with alabaster skin and jug-sized titties was bent over the side of a brass bed with her big juicy ass pointed toward the ceiling. It appeared as if she was waiting for someone, and sure enough, on cue, in walked a lean man who was buck naked, except for a black Stetson and a pair of black, pointed-toe cowboy boots. He stood with his back to the closed door and licked his lips at the woman’s exposed ass. He then slowly walked toward her with his dick in his hands. When he got within touching distance, he took his limp dick and swung it toward her ass. With each point of contact, his cock grew larger and larger. When he walked into the room, his penis was the size of a sweet pickle and as droopy as a wilted rose; but after several smacks against her round ass, his nonthreatening member was now a twelve-inch lethal weapon. He took a jar of lubricant off of the nightstand and rubbed a handful of the slippery gel up and down his thick shaft. Once he was lubed up, he grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide apart, then took his ivory pole and inserted the tip into her anus. She quivered slightly, but didn’t shy away as he slid every inch of his thick rod deep into her ass. Once his dick disappeared inside of her anus, he grabbed her by the waist, put one boot-clad foot on the edge of the bed, and rode her like a
prized steer. She gritted her teeth, flicked her long blonde hair from side to side and bucked back ferociously like a wild animal.

  Ariel could feel herself getting wet as she watched the couple fuck as if their lives depended upon reaching a climax. She had never been butt-fucked before, but watching how much the woman seemed to enjoy the anal stimulation, Ariel was curious and wondered what a dick up the ass felt like. Lusting for some action herself, she unconsciously licked her lips as the couple came simultaneously before collapsing on the bed in sheer exhaustion.

  “I bet we could pick up where they left off,” said a husky voice from behind.

  “Is your dick as big and hard as his?” she asked brazenly. Ariel finally realized that she could say and do anything she wanted at The Black Door. Not only did the mask protect her identity, but she also knew that everyone who crossed the threshold of the club was disease free and ready to please.

  “Bigger,” he replied, with an air of confidence.

  “Come around and let me see what you’re working with.”

  Within seconds, a short muscular man was standing in front of her. From the sound of his deep masculine voice, she had assumed that he was at least six feet tall, but he stood all of five two at best. Ariel opened her mouth to ask him what he could possibly do for her, but the words caught in her throat once she glanced at the hefty bulge protruding between his legs.

  I bet he has a pair of tube socks stuffed in his G-string. And then, in a bold, uncharacteristic move, she reached out and pulled down the small piece of fabric that held his padding in place. Ariel’s jaw dropped at what popped out.

  “Now, are you satisfied?”

  She was speechless as her eyes traveled down to his nakedness. She expected to see a minute penis, barely big enough to fuck Barbie, but staring back at her was the biggest dick that she had ever seen in her life. The tip of his semierect dick hung halfway down his thigh. The saying “hung like a horse” must have been coined specifically for him.

  “Well. . .” He began to stroke his mammoth-sized member. “Is this what you want, baby?”

  The miniman stroked harder and harder, and Ariel watched in sheer amazement as his dick grew nearly twice in size. She didn’t think that it was possible for someone so little to have such a gargantuan penis, but she was dead wrong. Standing there barely the height of the theater seats with a fully erect dick that was well over twelve inches, he looked like some kind of freak in a traveling sideshow.

  “Come on, baby, let me tap that ass,” he said seductively, approaching her with his now rock-hard pole of destruction.

  “I don’t think so.” Ariel could just picture him rupturing a vessel with his abnormally large dick. She wanted joy, not excruciating pain; she didn’t want to end up in the hospital while trying to have a little fun. She got up and pointed to his groin. “That thing is dangerous.”

  She towered over him like an Amazon; her titties where in direct alignment to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked the outside of her red bustier; then before she could object, he reached up and slid down the satin fabric. At first he gently kissed her nipples until they became erect; then he began to suck on them like he was breastfeeding. Ariel let out a slight moan at his touch. Enjoying the sensation, she rested her hands on his shoulders and closed her eyes. He may have looked like a troll with an enormous dick, but he sure could suck the hell out of a nipple. For a split second, she thought about letting him fuck her, but the moment he pulled her close and she felt his elephant-sized cock against her thigh, her eyes popped open and she backed away

  “Thanks, but no thanks,” she said, and turned to leave.

  He reached around her waist, gently pulled her back, and began to grind his erection into her ass. “Come on, baby don’t leave Big Poppa like this.”

  His dick was so big that it instantly went in between her legs and came out the other side. She looked down and saw at least ten inches sticking out. “Damn, you’re just too long for me,” she blurted out. Besides, she was looking for someone else.

  Before he could respond, Ariel broke loose, pulled her top up, and made a swift exit.

  TREY WANDERED THROUGH the club with one thing on his mind: finding his red-masked lover. Their last tryst had left him sexually satisfied and confused. On paper her description read one way, but in person she was different somehow and he wanted to know why. He was a man full of questions and she was the only one who could supply the answers. Trey had nonchalantly perused the first-floor parlors, but she wasn’t among the ladies who lounged. He then casually (so as not to arouse suspicion) made his way to the second floor. Peeking his head into the various chambers, he kept coming up empty-handed, and then, rushing out of the 8 mm Room, she bumped smack-dab into him, nearly falling into his arms.

  Ariel was so busy trying to get away from the Lilliputian with the big dick that she wasn’t paying much attention to what, or better yet, whom she had run into. And when she finally turned around and realized that she was standing in front of the object of her desire, the shock of his presence took her by surprise, rendering her speechless.

  The mask concealed the upper portion of her face, and Trey could only see her mouth, which was agape. Looking at her expression, he assumed that he had startled her. Trey decided to use the situation to his advantage, so he grabbed her by the hand before she had a chance to protest and led her down the corridor. They bypassed room after room, until they were standing at what appeared to be a dead end. He tapped the bottom of the back wall twice with his left foot, and then, as if in a scene from a James Bond movie, the corner of the wall quietly opened.

  Once they were inside of Trey’s private lair, he pushed the door shut. Ariel couldn’t see a thing because the room was as black as pitch, so she stood there a moment waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She heard his muffled steps cross what she assumed was a carpeted floor, and then heard the turn of a switch; suddenly the room was bathed in soft, sexy, sienna lighting. Ariel glanced around and took in the opulent decor. The walls were painted metallic pewter, which complemented the gray drapes that hung at the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the center of the room was a king-size circular bed covered with a snow-white velvet duvet. Huge silver and white pillows were strewn about the perimeter of the bed, and overhead was an ornate pewter chandelier with tiny shades covering flame-shaped lightbulbs.

  They stood at opposite ends of the room, staring at each other. Ariel self-consciously licked her ruby lips as she checked out the definition of his solid pecs and sculpted six-pack through his black T-shirt. Her eyes then traveled south and stopped at his crotch. She could feel the heat emanating from her pulsating clitoris as she stared at the large bulge against his tight jeans. The sexual tension in the room was so thick that you could hack through it with a machete. Every nerve ending in Ariel’s body was tweaked, and she was on fire. Unable to contain her raging hormones any longer, she slowly sauntered toward him, and didn’t stop until they were standing mask to mask.

  He opened his mouth to speak. His intention was to have a conversation with her so he could satisfy his curiosity once and for all. But she put a finger to his lips to silence his words, just as he had done to her the last time.

  Ariel ran her hands up and down his chest. Her fingers were like tiny rovers exploring every inch of his muscular physique. Once she had explored the upper regions of his body, her hands ventured below his belt and landed on his groin. She tried to massage his manhood, but the thick denim was proving to be an annoying barrier, so she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and then unzipped the zipper. His pants dropped to the floor, leaving him standing there in a pair of sexy black boxer shorts. Ariel looked at the tent that his erect penis made out of the cotton fabric and grinned with pleasure. She slid her hands around the waistband of his underwear, and then ripped them off. The last time he had fucked her so fast that she didn’t get a chance to see his dick, but this time she wanted to see exactly what he was working with. She looked down and gasp
ed. He had the prettiest penis that she had ever seen in her life. It didn’t curve to the right or to the left or droop downward; it pointed perfectly straight. He wasn’t enormous like the little freak in the 8 mm Room. He was the ideal size. As she rubbed her hand over the smooth head, her mouth began to water. She wanted him inside of her, but first she needed to taste his juices. Ariel kneeled down, flicked out her tongue, and teased the tip of his penis. She then took him inside of her ready mouth and sucked hard until she heard him moan with pleasure.

  “Oh baby! Don’t stop!”

  And she didn’t stop until she tasted his sweet cum oozing out of the tip. She was in heat and wanted him to shoot his hot load down her throat, so she sucked harder and harder trying to get him to climax, but he flipped the script and took control.

  He reached down and gently lifted her up by the elbows until she was standing, then gallantly scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her on her back, straddled her, and slowly unlaced her bustier. Her breasts spilled out once the strings were loose. He lightly fingered the edges of the red rose tattooed above her left breast, then leaned in and kissed each flaming petal before reaching underneath her skirt and taking off her thong.

  “Damn,” he said, looking down at her 38-Cs. He took a titty in each hand and sensually juggled them up and down. He watched her nipples grow with each bounce and when they hardened, he covered them with his hot mouth while digitally stimulating her wet pussy.

  “Ohh,” she moaned. She wrapped her legs around his back and jutted out her hips until her clit touched his dick.

  He knew she was hot for him, as he was hot for her, but he wanted to tease her just a little longer, so he reached around to her ass, and spread her cheeks apart. He applied a little pressure to her anus with his finger until she began to squirm. The feeling of her tight ass made him grow even harder. “I need you,” he whispered in her ear.