Double Delight: The Complete Series - Sold, Share, Submit (MFM & MMF)

by Gisele St. Claire

  “No, Sir.”

  “Well, let me show you.”

  Sir dropped his trousers to the floor and kicked them away. Then he pulled down his briefs and freed his member. “You may touch it, Mary.”

  Mary grasped his cock and stroked her hand up and down it in a very practised manner for someone who’d never seen one before. I looked around me. People were really getting into the scene, but it wasn’t doing anything for me at all, yet I carried on watching.

  She put her mouth around his cock and sucked, drinking every last drop of his cum.

  “Mary.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I thought you hadn’t seen a man’s member before but you seemed to know how to suck my cock very well.”

  Mary looked downward. “Sir, I have practised with Thomas so I knew how to satisfy you if I ever got the chance, but my virtue in intact and is only for you.”

  “Come here Mary and lay across my knees with your bottom in the air. You need to lift up your dress and remove any panties.”

  Mary did as she was told and her ass stuck out towards the audience.

  “Do you understand you need to be punished for tricking me?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  He raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her ass, striking at her white flesh. I watched as it pinked up between his repeated strikes. In between each one he rubbed across the pink, mottled flesh. Mary groaned with each further slap to her behind. Sir stopped and placed his fingers between her thighs.

  “You’re saturated Mary. Someone likes a good spanking don’t they?”

  My own panties had now dampened. The idea of being ‘punished’ by someone, I realised, turned me the hell on.

  Sir pulled off Mary’s cap and undid her hair so it reached her shoulders. He held it in his hand like a ponytail and dragged her to the bed by her hair. “I’m going to fuck you now Mary and if I find out you’ve lied about being a virgin I will fuck your ass as well.”

  He penetrated her hard, thrusting with all his might and Mary screamed with delight, “More, Sir, more.”

  He stopped, withdrew, and removed his tie.

  “Strip off all of your clothes Mary.”

  She did so and stood in front of him.

  He put his tie around her mouth. “You will be quiet. I do not wish to raise the attention of other members of this household. This shall be our little secret, Mary.”

  She nodded and opened her mouth for the tie to be fastened around her.

  Gagged, he pushed her onto the bed face down and mounted her from behind where he gave her one of the hardest poundings I’d ever seen. You could see when she came because she twitched and then tried to move up the bed away from him, but he grabbed her by the waist and held her in place until he came. He then declared her a virgin by pretending he’d seen evidence of virgin blood.

  The performance was over and people started to applaud. I was dissatisfied and walked away towards the now open doors to the other rooms.

  As I walked inside, a doorman nodded to me and indicated three bowls with wristbands. My brow creased and I looked at him with a question in my eyes.

  “Madam. White is for observers. Blue is for people who are partnered. The black with silver stars are for those who would like to be approached by others.”

  “Thank you.” I told him and I took a white wristband and put it on.

  I walked down a corridor. It reminded me of exhibits in an aquarium. Large glass windows went the entire way down the right hand side. Behind the glass there were rooms, sectioned off with partitions that could be opened or closed. It became apparent that there could be private sex play or an entire gangbang behind these windows.

  I continued to walk down the corridor glancing in at the action, seeking something I had yet to find. Then I saw what I had come for.

  A woman laid on a bed. There were two men with her. The men were both masked and dressed in black long sleeved t-shirts with just their bottom halves nude. This room had the sectioned off area pulled across. It was a scene only for the three of them plus observers. I stood behind others who were watching, and peeked over a man’s shoulder as I wasn’t yet comfortable with openly watching the action before me. I don’t know how long I watched but I saw everything. I didn’t know how this woman remained able to continue.

  One fucked her mouth while the other fucked her pussy.

  One fucked her pussy while the other fucked her ass.

  One fucked her ass while the other fucked her mouth.

  She took both of them in her mouth.

  She performed oral on one then the other, a long suck for each until they masturbated themselves and came on her face.

  One fingered her pussy while the other sucked her breasts.

  It never seemed to end.

  I was dripping wet, my juices pooled in my panties and I needed to come so damn hard. I’d had enough of being at the back and moved forward to watch as she once again got fucked in the cunt by one man while the other one laid across her face with his cock in her mouth. No one was watching me, all eyes on the scene in front of them so I placed my purse across my pubic area, holding it with my left hand and my right hand disappeared under the purse, rubbing across my satin dress material. Why the hell hadn’t I worn a dress slit to my thigh? I flicked my finger across my clit. I knew I would come in another couple of strokes. My eyes closed and I bit on my top lip as my orgasm washed over me. I opened my eyes a moment later. What the hell was I doing? I looked quickly around me. No one noticed thank god. I had lost my common sense. I looked back into the window. The fucking had finished and one of the men seemed to be staring straight at me. I looked behind me but there was no one there. The man removed his mask.

  It was H.

  I gasped and ran down the corridor, away from the rooms and out of the club. I grabbed a cab and rushed to the safety of my own home. All the way there I scolded myself for going there. I was in love with Brandon. Why had I felt the need to go to the club?

  When I got home I felt full of guilt. Brandon was all I needed. I didn’t need a club and I didn’t need a ménage. There were ways around this. I sent him a text.

  Tiff: You awake?

  A text came back.

  B: Can be??

  Tiff: I’m coming over. Make some room.

  Brandon had given me a spare key after a couple of weeks as I spent so much time there. I grabbed my dildo from my bedside drawer and left my apartment and let myself into Brandon’s. I crossed the corridor and headed to his room. The light from the moon and street lamps cascaded through onto the bed and I disrobed and climbed under the duvet. He turned towards me and curled me into his arms. His warm front was against my cool back.

  “You need warming up.” He said in a sleepy voice.

  “Sorry, to wake you.” I whispered.

  “Don’t be. I wasn’t sleeping well. I don’t when you’re not here. I miss you.”

  “I miss you too.”

  He propped his head up on his arm against the pillow. “So, what have you been up to tonight that kept you out so late?”

  “If I tell you, promise you won’t be mad.”

  His posture stiffened.

  “It’s nothing bad.” I stroked down his arm and he relaxed.

  “I visited that VIP club. The one I went to with Kayla that time. It’s a sex club. I was curious so tonight I went again. I wanted to go alone so I could see what happened. I hope you don’t mind that I went. I didn’t do anything. I just watched.

  I felt his erection pressed against my back.

  “Well, I knew you liked being fucked, but I hadn’t realised you liked to watch too.”

  “I’m not sure I do.” I confessed honestly, turning around to face him. “The first scene didn’t do it for me at all. It was watching someone being fucked in their asshole and their pussy that I liked. Also, the spanking turned me on. Anyway, I brought this with me.” I placed my dildo in his hand. “I figured that maybe you c
ould fuck me in one hole and use this for another and I could get to experience how it felt for myself.”

  “God, I love you.” Brandon groaned. Then his posture went rigid again as he realised what he had just said.

  I stroked down his cheek, leaned in and kissed him with all I had. “I love you too, Brandon. Now fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”

  I guess some people who professed their love for each other would follow it with a dose of tender and gentle lovemaking. I found myself pushed further up the bed while Brandon feasted on my pussy.

  “You’re sopping wet. Is this how you left the club?”

  “No. I washed between my legs when I got home, this is all for you.” I panted.

  My nipples were hard as pebbles. Brandon twisted and pinched them while feasting on me. I lifted my pelvis up to his face trying to get his tongue to sink deeper into my cleft. The feeling was amazing. My breasts heaved into his hands as I writhed beneath him. As I was on the cusp of coming he moved away from me.

  “No. Don’t stop.” I cried.

  “I’m not stopping.” He grunted. “Turn over.”

  He slapped my ass cheek. It stung but it felt good and as he did it, it pushed my nub against the linens. I groaned.

  “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” Brandon almost growled, his voice was so low and husky.

  “Yes. Do it again.”

  “You need to learn you’re a lesson.” He strummed my clit, taking me to the edge again and then stopped.

  “That’s what happens to naughty women.”

  “I’ll be good, I promise. Please, spank me again.”

  “I’m going to give you five strokes and you’d better not come.”

  I wasn’t sure I could promise this but I said it anyway.

  “I promise.”

  “One.” Slap.

  “Two.” Spank.

  “Three.” Thwack.

  “Four.” Slap.

  “Five.” Spank

  “Oh my God. I’m so close.”

  Brandon stuck his fingers in my mouth. “Suck on all your juices. I need you to calm down a bit, otherwise the finale won’t be as good as I want it to be.”

  I sucked like a good girl.

  “Now play with my cock. Get me ready for you.”

  He came to sit further up the bed. I moved myself so that I could stroke his shaft and pump him. Then I brought him over to my mouth and sucked and swirled on his immense cock.

  “Christ, I can’t wait any longer.”

  He turned me back so I faced the bedcovers and dragged me up onto all fours, doggy style. He grabbed the dildo. Rubbing his hands through my wetness he smeared my cum over and around my asshole and then he opened his tube of lube and had me dripping. He positioned himself at my rear entrance and pushed in.

  I pushed back against him, relaxing so my puckered hole relaxed to accept his girth.

  He pushed in more and we got a rhythm going until he was fucking my tight ass with long strokes.

  Then he reached underneath me and pushed the dildo into my cunt.

  I felt so full from his cock and the dildo. He pushed the dildo in to match his thrusts. I lifted one of my hands off the bed and grabbed and pinched at my own nipples. I had never felt anything like it in my entire life. It was exhilarating having both holes fucked at once. I hungered for more, for the feel of an extra cock instead of the dildo. In my mind it was two men who were fucking me. I screamed out my orgasm as it claimed my entire body. My mind, body and soul were flying through the air and as I came down, I was so breathless, I felt a small amount of panic that I had gone too far and might have half killed myself during sex. As I came back to myself I felt Brandon tighten and he came all over my ass cheek--the one he spanked--and I felt him rub his cum into my skin.

  We didn’t need any more words that night.

  He gathered me up in his arms and we slept until his alarm went off.

  Chapter 11

  H

  I sent a text the next morning.

  She needs more.

  It took an hour, by which time I wondered if I was being ignored, but then a reply came back.

  So much more. She’s ready.

  I call Greens and explain that there’s a problem at the condo I’m in the process of purchasing and that I will need Miss Harris to meet me so we can solve it. They must have sent her a message right away.

  Tiffany: There is no problem at that condo is there? What do you want?

  H: I want to talk to you about something. It has to be in person.

  Tiffany: I won’t tell anyone what I saw at the club. I would be grateful if you would extend the same courtesy.

  H: The Club is entirely confidential. What happens in the club…

  Tiffany: Stays in the club, right? Well, I was just curious about the rooms. I have a boyfriend. I’m happy.

  H: I’m glad you’re happy. I just need to talk to you about something. I promise I won’t touch you.

  Tiffany: Okay.

  H: Unless you beg me to…

  Chapter 12

  Tiffany

  This time I made sure I was dressed in a dark black pant suit. I added ankle boots. I had a pale pink blouse beneath the jacket of the suit, but the jacket was wrap style and mostly covered me apart from a flash of pink at the neck. I straightened my hair and left it down. I looked as conservative and professional as I could. I didn’t want H thinking that I was there for him to fuck again. I was with Brandon now.

  As I entered the condo lobby my mind flashed back to the time in the apartment. Why did he not want a repeat performance? Was I not good enough? Was that it? Why I’m here? He wanted to give me some pointers so I could satisfy Brandon better? Who the fuck knew. The best thing I could do was go to the apartment.

  When I got to the correct floor and walked to the condo door, it was already unlocked. I walked through to the room and found H standing at the window. He was dressed in jeans and a tee. My heart leapt and my pussy got wet. Traitorous heart. Traitorous core. He looked so much younger, dressed casually. He ran a hand through his blond hair.

  “Tiffany. Thank you for coming.” His voice was thick and husky.

  I nodded. At a loss for words.

  “So, I guess you’re wondering why you’re here?”

  I swallowed, trying to make my throat wet enough to speak.

  “Just tell me what you need, so I can go. I have a lot of work to do and then I’m meeting Brandon.”

  “Ah, yes. Mr. Bailey. The one you’re in love with.” H looked back out of the window. “But he’s not enough is he? Not on his own. You need more.”

  My eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

  “The club. Last night. I watched you watching the three of us. I saw you make yourself come. You liked thinking of two men fucking you, didn’t you?”

  “No. I didn’t do any such thing. You’re imagining things.”

  “So why, when you got home did you go to see Mr. Bailey and let him fuck you with his cock and a dildo to imagine what it’s like?”

  My jaw dropped, my heart plummeted to the floor and I stared at H.

  “Are you spying on me? What the fuck is going on?”

  “No.” Brandon replied, as he walked out of the bedroom and came towards me. “I told him myself.”

  I stood stock still, rooted to my spot. How could Brandon be here at the apartment, in the same room as H? Oh my God, was it all a set up?

  I placed a hand on my hip. “Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on here.”

  The men looked at each other.

  “Do you know what? Forget it.” I shouted and I ran from the room. I couldn’t wait for the elevator. I headed for the stairs and ran down them as fast as my heeled shoes would let me until I reached the foyer. As I moved towards the exit I was stopped by Matthew, H’s driver.

  “Miss Harris. Please, wait a moment.”

  “Matthew, I can’t, I need to leave.”

  “I’ve got this now, Matthew, thank you.”


  I tilted my head back in frustration at H’s voice. His strong hand was now on my arm and I was powerless to move unless I wanted to make a scene in front of the many guests in the lobby.

  “Please, Tiffany. Come to the bar and let me explain. It’s not what you think it is.”

  “So it’s not a set up? You didn’t put Brandon in that apartment?”

  He sighed.

  “That’s what I thought.” My eyes teared up. “I told him I loved him. What a fucking fool I am.”

  “No you’re not. Please, come to the bar.”

  I nodded and walked alongside him. To be honest I felt so foolish and devastated I wanted to hide in a dark corner, and my legs felt like they wouldn’t hold me up any longer.

  “Two brandies please.” H requested from the bartender. I didn’t protest, instead I asked him to make it three.

  I walked past H and found a dark corner of the bar area, where I took a seat. H sat down at the side of me. He was too close. His knee was alongside mine. The bartender brought over our drinks and placed them on the table. I drank one straight down, choking as the alcohol burned my throat and tears stung my eyes.

  When I recovered myself, I narrowed my eyes at H. “I’m listening.”

  “It’s no secret that I want you, Tiffany. However, I felt that maybe my attraction for you was too much.”

  “Too much for whom?”

  “For me.” H took a sip of his brandy.

  “I lost my wife twelve years ago. A brain tumour. She was carrying our son at the time. I lost the love of my life and the family I should have had.”

  I covered my mouth with my hand, while I stared at the man at my side who was now slumped in his chair, looking down at his hands.

  I took a moment to compose myself. “H, I’m so sorry.”

  He rubbed the heel of his palm on his chest and in a flat, monotone voice said, “I won’t allow myself to commit again to a woman. Veronica was my life, my world, and that’s the position she will always stay.” He drank the rest of his brandy and motioned for the bartender to bring another. “You had the right idea, to order more than one.” A slight smile crossed his face. The man at my side then brought himself up to a straighter position, and returned to the H I knew.