by Purple Hazel
“Seriously, love. He knows what he’s talking about. Take it. Trust me. If you’re in pain, Neville’s got just what you need, I promise you.” She then grabbed a bottle of spring water and Ozzie swallowed it down with a big long swig. Within a few minutes, he gave out a long sigh and leaned back into the thick padding. Rudo and Neville then headed out the door to the reception, leaving Shamiso alone with her muscly boyfriend.
However, Rudo had just one last bit of advice for them. “Now, listen you two,” she said, poking her head through the doorway, “Have fun, okay? We’ll be back in thirty. But no matter what, don’t answer the door unless it’s me. Unless it’s a fire, don’t open this fucking door for nobody. And uh...when we return...if you can’t get to the door too quickly…don’t worry...me and Neville will understand.” Ozzie snickered drowsily. Meanwhile, Shamiso frowned humorously at her sister for being so indiscrete.
“Hey, knock that off, you slag,” she retorted. “He’s hurt. We’re not gonna do anything dirty while you’re gone, so shut your gob, okay?”
“Now-now, who’s judging?” joked Rudo in response as she pulled the door behind her. “Certainly not me. Besides, you flew wingman for me a few months ago, don’t ya’ remember? And I bet you could use a good shag anyway. Seriously. Go right ahead. I’m only tryin’ to return the favor, Babes...”
* * * *
That was surely an understatement! Truth was, Rudo owed Shamiso “big time”, for only a few months earlier, Rudo had begged and pleaded with her twin sister to help her slip out one hot summer afternoon after rehearsal. The purpose? Frankly, the gal desperately needed to get her end away.
Back then, Shamiso and Derz had moved their rehearsals over to an old theatre where Rudo could occasionally join them and work with them on the choreography she’d written for the show. This was a few weeks before they rejoined the band.
“Shamiso, darling,” Rudo addressed her sister that day, following a particularly difficult session (while Derz had gone out to fetch them some tea). “I need a favor.” She then added with a deep sigh, “I need to get OUT tonight. Understand? I need to go somewhere ’n...well, you know.” Shamiso certainly did. Given what she’d heard about her sister in the past, she was likely desiring a good long boff with some random guy she might meet at a dance club. Only this was quite dangerous, and could be detrimental to the upcoming tour if she got arrested—or even worse, caught on video.
“Rudo...Stupid...you know you can’t do that. Neville will go bitchcakes!” she argued. They were alone at the time, but it was such a large auditorium that voices carried quite well from up on the stage. “And we don’t need another naughty story of yours to write another bloody song about. I’ve almost learned Club Girl by heart.”
Rudo was adamant, though. “No-no-no. No, Babes. I’ll be goin’ incognito. No one’s gonna know who the fuck I am this time.” And though Shamiso opposed the foolish idea for several more minutes, Rudo eventually talked her into it, just like she always used to do when they were little kids back at the orphanage. She was quite convincing, as usual. But in comparison to the last time she’d done something like this...it would seem for this go-round she’d planned things quite thoroughly.
This time her plan was to sneak out of the hotel in street clothes. Then she would have Shamiso distract Clive the doorman so she could slip back into the hotel later on that night. All they had to do, she calculated, was to coordinate their outfits, and Clive would never figure out which was which.
“Just wear them yoga pants of yours,” she said, “and one o’ those matching tank tops we bought recently. Then walk around the lobby...make sure he sees you a few times. I’ll come ’round the front and claim I’m you...’n tell ‘im I been out jogging.” That was of course plausible, given Shamiso’s fitness regimen.
Her destination, she further explained, was a sex club down on Hatton Garden called Le Chalet; and though the club was private, and required a membership to get in, Rudo had no doubt they’d admit her: “A single gal...showing up at 23:00 hours...with a wad of Euros...on a Saturday night? Sure they will. They’d be crazy not to.”
And to accomplish going “incognito” like she’d boasted to Shamiso? Rudo simply stopped by an adult sex shop down in Soho that evening to buy herself a full body, black latex Unitard. It had holes in the chest area for her breasts to poke through, and zipped up the middle to a ringed collar—meaning she could slip it on in the back of a cab on the way to the club. But best of all...it was totally crotch-less...which meant she could do just about anything she wanted that night without having to remove it. Topping off the ensemble was a shiny black latex hood, which covered her face down to the bridge of her nose and removed any lingering possibility of being recognized.
“See?” she said proudly, “I’ve thought of everything this time.” Shamiso, realizing she couldn’t talk her out of it, finally relented. They parted ways later that evening.
Le Chalet had two levels above ground, plus a lower level basement area, which housed the city’s most exclusive sex dungeon. Down there were all the implements and furnishings for a night of erotic BDSM play. Best of all, it was in the basement of a very old building...so no one above ground could hear the sounds of paddles impacting bare backsides or floggers striking exposed flesh. The main floor was mainly for mingling and looked much like a large living room: couches, video screens, billiard tables, a bar area off to the side—even a stripper pole. And finally, upstairs for those patrons ready to “get it on”, were the couples’ play rooms!
Rudo had wanted to go there for years, and when she took a cab there later that night, she headed immediately to the bar...then the dungeon. There she got to watch a group of people engaging in a rather explicit Bondage & Discipline scene. It was even more thrilling than she’d expected!
In the glowing candlelight, she saw a gal tied up and bent over a padded saw horse being flogged by a man wearing faux leather chaps and a Union-Jack G-string. Shirtless and barrel-shaped, he had a spectacularly hairy chest and shaved head. What’s more...he didn’t seem to be holding back one bit! Not as far as Rudo could tell, anyway. His strokes were delivered with surgical precision. Meanwhile, the poor woman groaned or grunted excitedly with each and every SCHWAP. It was such a turn-on, watching the young lady getting whipped, Rudo could hardly contain herself!
Therefore, after watching this perverse display going on and on for several minutes, when another male patron lurking nearby approached her asking about doing a “scene” with him, Rudo was “more than up for it”.
“Pardon me, Love. Haven’t you been here before?” he’d asked politely. “I believe I’ve seen you at the club, haven’t I?” It was likely just a chat-up line, of course, but Rudo played along. “Why?” she quipped dryly, “was I dressed like this?” When he seemed to be searching for an answer, she interrupted bluntly with, “Just having you on, mate. But if you got a bright idea, let’s hear it.” He told her very calmly what he desired doing to her, and she readily agreed.
“Mmmmmm...chain me up...to that thing over there? Well that’d be dog’s bollocks, woot-nit?” she responded with a giggle. “Sounds kinky. Let’s try it, Babes.”
The man then took her over to a wooden apparatus comprised of two long planks forming a giant letter “X”. There were eyebolts screwed into the upper and lower parts for victims to be secured in place facing either backward or forward. He then proceeded to wrap leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, which fastened to those eyebolts, thereby rendering her helpless. Fastened with her arms and legs spread wide, facing outward, for the next twenty minutes or so the man went on to torment and titillate Rudo’s breasts and genitals mercilessly.
First, he attached clamps to her large brown nipples and areolas. The sensation was incredible! And each time she would strain, gasp, wince, or groan desperately, the man would rub her swollen vulva until she’d nearly climax—stopping short of bringing her all the way there of course. He wasn’t about to allow her to come until he was
good and ready.
He then fastened hooks to those metal clamps on her breasts and suspended weights from them to intensify the discomfort. Once again, as he’d finish each step of the process—or just because he felt like she was suffering too much—he’d go back to rubbing and stroking her crotch until she’d start to shudder in orgasm.
And when he finally did remove the weights and the clamps from each breast...when the blood rushed back to the tips of her nipples...he immediately suckled the bared flesh, taking the nipple and areola into his mouth while again massaging between her legs. After he removed the second clamp—and this time with Rudo fully anticipating his mouth on her bared breast—it didn’t take long for her to explode in fiery, gasping ecstasy.
Folks were astounded at her throaty, intensely powerful, incredible, ear-splitting screams...which could easily be heard upstairs on the main floor—or, for that matter, up on the second floor as well (and likely out on the streets of London, too, if anyone happened to be passing by on the sidewalk at the time!) When she was released, Rudo went almost completely limp.
But despite the exertion, she needed little time to recover. By the time she’d finished a glass of tequila served to her by the bartender on the main floor, she was ready for more.
However...this time she didn’t go back downstairs to the dungeon. No sir, this time she wanted something different, something even more intense, so she headed upstairs to the couples’ playrooms. She knew exactly what she was looking for there.
On the second floor was a large common area for couples or single males and females to mingle with potential partners. Past that was a long row of cubicles on both walls with full-sized mattresses inside. Each cubicle had just enough room for one person to stand on either side of the bed, and each was curtained off from the long hallway in between by a satiny drape suspended from a curtain rod. Emitting from several of the nearest cubicles were the unmistakable sounds of people having sex.
Bodies slapping into each other. People moaning and sighing and panting. Scented candles burning inside wall sconces masked only a portion of the delightful smells of naked bodies in the throes of lovemaking. Rudo felt right at home.
Since it was a Saturday night at Le Chalet, the place was especially crowded, and that was just what Rudo wanted. What she’d heard, from one of her male backup dancers who frequented the establishment, was that single males often packed the place late on Saturdays, lurking and lingering in the lounge areas hoping for a couple to come along who might invite them into a nearby cubicle for a threesome. Any single males she might find upstairs in that second-floor lounge area, he assured her, she could just about guarantee would be more than glad to have a go with her, no questions asked.
“Sometimes, if I sit there patiently for a while,” he’d once told her, “folks might come over and chat me up. Might say something like, ‘oi, we could use an extra cock, how ’bout it?’...or ‘hey, my wife thinks you’re sexy, wanna play?’ Duddun make no difference to me, really. If they’re not completely manky, well, I’m usually game. Better ’n beatin’ the bishop, right? But a single gal? Walkin’ in lookin’ hot ‘n randy? Oh yeah, she’d get lots of action. All she can handle.”
This handy bit of information had been just the thing to inspire her to try it. And to make things even better, at that particular moment, when she reached the top of the stairs, there were four men loitering about! No couples visible anywhere nearby. Only those four horny fellows. In Rudo’s mind she couldn’t help but wonder just how long they’d been “warming the bench”, waiting in vain for an invite from some adventurous couple.
That’s precisely why Rudo, looking fabulous now with her breasts exposed and black crotch-less Unitard revealing her exposed vulva and anus, merely needed to make her presence known. Once those four men realized she was unaccompanied by a male guest, they slowly but surely started moving in around her—like wolves surrounding a fresh deer carcass. She offered no resistance.
And why would she? By this time...after all that had been done to her in the dungeon downstairs...she was literally gagging for it, and those four men could tell. Didn’t take long before they had her hard at work servicing their cocks. Anything they wanted her to do, she complied. Thus, over the next sixty or seventy minutes she proceeded to take on all four of them—often two or three at once—until she’d worn them out…
Rudo had learned a thing or two about gangbangs over the years, not the least of which was never to be TOO submissive. That was the trick. True, for some men it is an extreme thrill finding a woman who will avail herself to the unbridled lusts of four—sometimes three, sometimes five—excited men. It's even more so for the women who enjoy doing it, and those, by the way, are a rarity.
For the select few who like having sex with multiple partners simultaneously, or who would entertain the thought of trying it just for fun, it's typically a one-off experience. Most who would ever brave putting themselves through such a thing end up doing it only once, and usually find it to be exhilarating, if not only mildly satisfying in some cases.
Then again, there are some who do it more frequently. Rudo was one of them, and frankly, if she could have, she'd have done so more often through the years. Alas, fame and notoriety prevented such reckless promiscuity.
Anonymity was the turn-on. No names if possible-maybe just a first name. No personalities to contend with or social quirks to have to tolerate-that was her preference. Best of all, no identities. Sex for the sheer pleasure of it and nothing else. Her biggest thrill was when a guy got it just right and made her climax. Having three, four, or five guys meant one or two might get her there, and when one did, that was so incredibly pleasing to her. She'd cry out. She'd encourage him.
“Oh God! That’s it! That’s it! Yes, keep ...Aaaah! ... keep doing it! Oh Baby, yes! You're making me come!” And her exclamations of erotic passion certainly would inspire others nearby to follow suit and try bringing her to that same state of blissful release.
But the problem with being TOO submissive with men was that inevitably there'd be that one guy in the group who would be too aggressive—too rough—and from there things might snowball. There’d be that one guy who would take things too far: Bite too hard. Spank too hard. Slap her face. Or mount her without making sure she was properly lubricated for a smooth entry. When that happened, it could very well set the tone for the others to emulate him, leaving Rudo in the position of either interrupting the scene to protest, or having to bear up to it until she'd gotten everyone off.
In gangbangs, she saw herself as a lion tamer. Entering a cage with a stool and a whip. Commanding the big cats to perform tricks, all the while knowing they might attack and maul her viciously. Maybe that's what made it so exciting in the first place: the danger. But the ultimate reward was that she would come away fulfilled sexually - if only in a bizarre, perverted way.
On this night, though, the men were not only motivated but also quite well behaved. They circled around her on the couch and presented her with a veritable forest of erect penises, standing hip to hip and shoving themselves forward to smell, taste, and enjoy. She was ecstatic! She quickly began sucking them off, one after another, stroking two others simultaneously while alternating from cock to cock. She was aggressive, enthusiastic, energetic and thorough. It gave each man a sense that she was in control, instead of the other way around. She drove all four of them to the brink, before one of them grasped her by the shoulders and gently turned her to face the back of the couch.
This fellow was long and thick, but not humongous between his legs. Quite manageable. He climbed up and around her to sit on the back of the couch and lean against a concrete wall, spreading his legs apart for her to crawl between them and continue sucking him. This left her entire lower body available to everyone. Didn't take long for fingers and tongues to begin exploring her.
Hardly a word was spoken after that. The men began working as a team. First came lubricant, applied by curious hands and fingers. Then came a hot tongu
e in her anus, which sent her into squeals of delight. Next came penetration and massaging of her clitoris. Seemed hands were everywhere, including her exposed breasts, pinching and groping them while she sucked that big cock. Eventually she could hear wrappers being torn open and the sound of a condom being rolled down the shaft of a man’s cock. She braced herself for entry.
When the first penis penetrated her, it felt amazing. So hot and fiery, it was. Shoved into her slowly, the man's cock filled her and stretched her pleasurably. Meanwhile fingers continued to manipulate her crotch as they reached between her legs. Breasts continued to be pinched and grabbed. Hands grasped her head, tugging at the mask, which she quickly reached up and held on to for fear of having her face revealed. Hands also spanked her buttocks as the man inside of her continued sliding in and out...and as he increased his pace and velocity, Rudo began to climax.
Oh, how she panted and gasped with excitement! Came hard and then came once again as he continued thrusting. Eventually he was nearing ejaculation, however, so he pulled out of her, allowing one of his colleagues to continue the onslaught. He and one other then took turns mounting her until she’d reached orgasm yet a third time. Wasn't long before the cock she was sucking erupted in her mouth as well, spurting hot semen down her throat. She swallowed him down and continued working on him as he gasped and grunted, grasping her head and snarling with delight. However, the remaining three weren’t nearly through with her, as it would turn out.
Her arms and neck tiring, Rudo then sought to re-position herself by pivoting and lying down on the couch. Her three remaining lovers accommodated this by helping her stretch out flat, as they then moved in to start mounting her missionary position, one after another. They rotated around and went at her several times each, with two of them kneeling next to her face and shoving their penises close for her to give them blowjobs. One even squatted over her face and dangled his testicles into her mouth! Meanwhile, they held her legs up and drove into her repeatedly until one by one they’d switched off to share her equally.
