by Cairo
The whole vibe oozed sensuality.
It dripped sex.
Rose petals scattered about, a spiral staircase wound up to the second and third and fourth and fifth floors, where there was a bubbling fountain in the center of the second floor, flames dancing across the water’s surface, and more oversized sofas. The third floor held stadium-style seating for live shows. And behind a set of double French doors was The Playground, a room filled with every type of sex toy imaginable, exclusively from her adult-toy line, Nasty.
The fourth floor featured two large stages for the male and female exotic dancers, along with another bar and DJ booth. Down the hall there was a cognac lounge and humidor area that was equipped with a full cigar bar stocked with the most exquisite brands, where aficionadas could smoke their favorite cigars and sip some of the world’s finest cognacs.
There were floor-to-ceiling windows and transparent floors looking down the club’s five flights. Each top floor had spectacular views of the Hudson River. The fifth floor opened up to a five thousand-square-foot rooftop garden with retractable walls and roof, along with an enclosed penthouse lounge.
The spiral stairs also descended down into the basement level, or the Love Tomb, as Nairobia called it. Gas lamps lit the way to a Roman-style sauna with polished wood benches stretched along the walls; a heated pool was on the other end for those who wanted to frolic in the sparkling blue water. Several passageways led to numerous chambers beneath the club, where patrons who craved their sex with a bit more kink could indulge their fetishes.
Each floor offered a condom and lube station that was set up like a candy station, with every type of condom in large crystal bowls—in every imaginable color and size—for those who preferred to play safe.
Although every member had to be tested and was required to retest every three months—and provide written documentation—if they wished to remain a member in good standing. Patrons had the option to fuck raw…or wrapped.
The choice was theirs.
A variety of lubes were also at the ready for those who might tap out after a few rounds or who simply weren’t blessed with the juiciest cunts and needed a little something to keep from scraping up a man’s cock. There was nothing worse than sandbag pussy, and a man having to go home with a chafed dick.
Rihanna’s “Skin” poured out of the speakers as Nairobia looked over the railing one last time. Bare-footed, naked bodies airbrushed in gold paint—long dicks, voluptuous breasts, and colossal asses on display for all to see—sauntered around the club in tune to the beat, preparing to take posts throughout the exquisite space as human statues. They’d be holding gold candelabras, lighting the way to nirvana.
The lights dimmed.
Oh, yes, in less than an hour—hidden behind thick mahogany doors, a decadent sea of pleasure awaited everyone who stepped across its threshold.
The sign above the doors that opened up into the club’s Italian-marbled foyer read: ENTER IF YOU DARE. LEAVE BEHIND YOUR APPREHENSIONS. SURRENDER TO YOUR DESIRES…AND STEP INSIDE THE PLEASURE ZONE.
Nairobia smiled wickedly.
TWO
The sweet notes of “Send Me Out” by Kelela played as flames swayed across the stunning fountain’s water on the club’s second level. The song was sexy. The artist’s voice poured out of the speakers like warm honey. And it made the air around Nairobia thicken with sexual energy. She skimmed a hand down her neck, then allowed it to glide down over her pulsing body.
The club’s grand opening had exceeded her wildest expectations. It was close to midnight, the bewitching hour—the freak hour, and the club was packed with hard-bodied hunks and curvaceously heeled women thrust in the throes of decadence.
Nairobia’s tongue slid across her teeth as she gathered the drool that formed in her mouth, and swallowed. Salacious thoughts and forbidden desires bloomed into sinful realities right before her and she was…well, she was shamelessly wet.
Sweet pussies slid down hard dicks. Thick dicks pushed through swollen cunts; balls pushing against asses, while wandering hands skated up bodies to cup bouncing breasts. The music and the delicious sounds of orgasms echoed around the club. Permeated its walls.
And Nairobia was floating.
On lust.
On mounting desire.
Nipples peaked, her gaze swept around the sensual space, her arousal heightening. The luminosity of the flickering firelight from the gas lamps reflected beautifully off tiled mosaics of notoriously lusty satyrs and maidens. The walls illuminated by the fire’s glow and its dancing flames gave the illusion that the satyrs were moving, their hips thrusting.
She felt herself growing lusciously wetter.
Not from the room’s ambiance, but from the sight of a mocha-colored, mink-lashed vixen being ravaged by three delectable, broad-shouldered chocolate hunks. She was straddling the one with the braids, his long legs stretched out along an oversized burnt-orange leather sofa as his hips thrust up in her, slicing into her cunt. Another, dark chocolate with dreads, was in back of her, his large hands on either side of her ass cheeks, the ring of her anus stretched around the head of his jumbo-size dick as he eased himself in and out of her, loosening the way inside her tunnel. The third hunk, bald, caramel-coated bliss, stood with both his hands on his hips, his legs spread wide, his balls dangling over Mr. Braids’ face as Mink Lash licked the head of his dick.
Nairobia felt the urging need to squeeze her thighs together, and she did.
There was a deep throb, a sweet aching, spreading through her pussy as she watched the four lovers in the throes of unadulterated pleasure. Her cunt caught fire, enflaming her slickened lips. She could feel the flames quickly spreading through her asshole, swirling up and around her clit. Her whole body became engulfed in heat.
And she needed relief.
She needed something long, hard and thick to hose down the inferno raging inside her.
She needed to be…fucked.
And the hedonistic sounds of hot, raw, sweaty fucking only coiled her desires tighter and tighter, squeezing her soul helpless until she found herself nearly breathless.
Nairobia knew she needed to turn on her heel and flee to the comforts of her plush office and watch all of the fucktivities from the safety of monitors that gave her a bird’s-eye view of every wicked, every sordid, every salacious act performed in every part of her establishment before she broke her rule and joined in. Temptation was gnawing away at her resolve.
Yet, there she stood.
Fixed on the glorious sight before her.
Mink Lash opened herself to her three stallions, giving into the dick and the heat. She moaned loudly over the music. There was a delicious rhythm all three cocks found, thrusting and retreating, fucking into her holes. Pure bliss coated Mink Lash’s face as she grunted and groaned and writhed around each thrusting cock.
Nairobia knew all too well the delicious feeling of being penetrated in all three orifices, pussy and ass and throat stuffed balls deep. She almost envied the busty vixen as she captured their meaty cocks in her greedy holes.
Bitch.
Watching the foursome was slowly uncoiling all her self-control, and Nairobia knew it. She felt it. But she wasn’t ready to leave. No. Not yet.
So she prowled closer.
The voyeur in her wanted—no, needed—to see more. They knew she was watching them and they fucked with wild abandon, wanting to be seen. Wanting to be heard. Wanting their wet, scented heat to be savored.
Nairobia seductively licked her lips, breathing in the aphrodisiac.
She wanted to bite into the air and swallow up the musky heat.
“Yes, my loves,” she rasped, edging over toward the sofa. “Stretch her to the hilt. Fuck into her soul.” She stalked around the sofa. “Fuck haar ademloos…” Fuck her breathless.
She found herself taking a slender, manicured finger and ever so lightly sliding it down Carmel-Coated’s spine, then over the globes of his muscled ass. She reveled in its magnificence. Next t
o a long, thick dick, a man’s beautiful muscled-ass was another one of her weaknesses.
He thrust hard into Mink Lash’s mouth and then slowed. “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” he ordered. She did what she was told, and he slid his dick gently over her tongue, rubbing the tip over her lips before plunging back inside the wetness of her juicy mouth. Mink Lash gagged. “Suck that dick,” he growled.
Nairobia smiled. Mink Lash was a good, greedy bitch. She knew how to submit to the dick. Nairobia admired that. And obviously so did her three lovers. Her pussy and ass and mouth were spread wide with cock. Caramel-Coated feathered a hand over Mink Lash’s cheek, then took her head and held it in place, thrusting, deeper, pushing every inch of himself to the back of throat.
“Yes, my love,” Nairobia whispered in his ear, “clog her throat with your hard cock. Crush her windpipe, my darling.” Spit splashed out of Mink Lash’s mouth, her eyes watered. Nairobia slapped Caramel-Coated’s ass and he let out a groan.
The freak in her wanted to drop down, spread her warm hands over his sweat-glistened gluteus and reward him with a tongue lick or two along the crack of his ass.
But she resisted.
She preyed around him. Moved on to Dark Chocolate. She allowed her hands to stretch out across his thick shoulders. She stood in back of him, her body practically pressing into his, and marveled in the feel of his muscles as they fanned out. She ran her hands along his traps. Then caressed his delts, before spreading out over his back again. Her hands slid down to cup his ass and her mouth watered. Unlike Caramel-Coated’s smooth, hairless ass, his was lightly covered with hair along the seam of his crack. Nairobia gripped it and he thrust himself deeper, his cock getting lost inside the warmth of Mink Lash’s ass.
Mink Lash mewled, her big bouncy ass sucking in his dick as Nairobia glided her hands underneath him and cupped his low-hanging balls. She lightly bounced them in the palm of her hand. They were heavy. And hairy. As was his cock. And it looked scrumptiously heavy as it disappeared in and out of Mink Lash’s ass; the thick, curly hairs at his groin brushing against her flesh.
Nairobia’s own ass clenched in want. Desire settled in the pit of her cunt and spread along her inner walls, tightening viciously around her clit, spreading like a wildfire.
Her voice heavy with lust, she muttered words in Dutch. Told him to shove his cock deep in her ass, to fuck her shitless.
He groaned in response. She moved on to Mink Lash. “Yes, my darling,” Nairobia whispered, leaning into her ear as she gurgled and clutched around a mouthful of cock. “Surrender to the dick. Worship it. Let it own you, my love. Or,” she sweetly warned, “I’ll put a crop to your ass, my darling.”
She reached for one of Mink Lash’s taut nipples, and pinched it. Twisted it.
Mink Lash screamed. Cried out as her three lovers impaled her with their engorged cocks. They fucked her mercilessly. She struggled for breath. Then cried out again. Her yell was sharp, echoing out across the room as they savagely shredded her throat and ass and cunt to pieces.
Arousal hummed through Nairobia’s veins. She felt her entire pussy quiver and tingle with need. There was no way she would get through the night without clutching a dick into her cunt and orgasming around it.
Oh, how she would love the feel of a warm nut coating the walls of her pussy. The thought only fueled the fires of lust enflaming her.
She was ready to come. Not later tonight. Not tomorrow.
Right now.
And she would.
THREE
“Ja, ja, ja,” Nairobia hissed over her shoulder, taking in the sight of Josiah’s sweat-glistened body as he spread open her ass and pierced the back of her cunt with his engorged cock. “Fuck me, my love…yesss…take my kut…mmm…oooh …aaah…ja, ja, ja…”
The club’s fucktivities had her libido in overdrive. She couldn’t— wouldn’t—go another second without the stretch of a cock inside her. So she summoned Josiah to her office. And now he was in back of her pleasing her, fucking into her cunt like a wild, horny bull. She clenched around him, and he groaned in pleasure as she orgasmed around his cock.
She was deep. Wet. Hot. And tighter than Josiah remembered. It made him sizzle. Everything about Nairobia was overwhelming, her body, her pussy. She was potent. God, how he loved her pussy. He loved the way it spoke to him; the way it wetly sucked and slurped in his dick, her ass clapping around him with every demanding thrust. He felt himself drowning in her silken heat.
His neck lolled back, his eyes rolling up in his head as she handled the heavy length of his cock with ease, her silky walls bringing him closer to the edge of climax. Neck straining, abdominal muscles tightening, he cried out, “Aaah, fuck!”
He didn’t want to come. Not yet. He’d just gotten inside her. And it’d been weeks since she’d given him her pussy. So he needed to savor it, needed to linger in it for as long as humanly possible. But her clenching walls and endless wetness were making it difficult to keep from exploding inside her.
He pulled out, leaving Nairobia empty, the crown of his dick slick and swollen, the condom already filled with pre-cum. He wanted to feel her naked pussy on his dick, skin-to-skin. But she wouldn’t allow it. Said he needed to earn her raw cunt.
He sank to his knees and tongued her ass, greedily licking the puckering rim as he slid two fingers into her pussy. His tongue lashed over her hole, then darted around it as his probing fingers found her spot, and stroked on its swollen heat.
Nairobia mewled. Clawed at her desk, her nails raking viciously over its surface. “Suck my clit,” she demanded, her need rolling out into a whisper. She arched her back. Spread her legs wider. Reached back and pulled open her ass cheeks. Allowed him access and privilege to all of her swollen sex.
Josiah took in the magnificence of her cunt, her labia, her slit, her scent, then positioned himself beneath her, her sex hovering over his face. He opened his drooling mouth, and latched onto her clit and sucked in.
“Oooh, ja, ja…bite it,” she pushed out, panting.
He slid his tongue from her core to her clit. Then, with teeth and tongue, he nipped at the swollen bud, then grazed it, scraping her with pleasure until, finally, biting into it. Heat and sparks shot from Nairobia’s clit, then gushed out from her slit, soaking Josiah’s face with her liquid desire.
Nairobia cupped her breasts. Tweaked her nipples until they ached. She closed her thighs around Josiah’s head, and rode his face. He groaned. Grabbed his cock and slowly stroked himself. Her pussy was so luscious, so heavenly. Lost in the throes, he licked and sucked and nibbled and bit.
He ravished her sex, filling her with desire; her sweet body tightening, then going slack, then rigid all over again with need.
Euphoric.
Intoxicating.
Another climax crashed against Nairobia’s walls, splashing out in heavy waves of bliss as expletives filled the room, and her body convulsed, her pussy melting into her young lover’s mouth.
Mouth curling up in a satisfying smile, Josiah was ready to plunge back inside her wet, slippery heat. Blood hummed in his body for release, for her. He needed back inside her. Now.
Quick on his feet, his sheathed erection bobbed up and down in anticipation. An instant later, Josiah’s cock was at the opening of her slit again, his head aching for entry past swollen tissues, back into her juicy flesh.
Nairobia drew in a breath as Josiah touched her, using his fingers to open her wide, making her more needy, more aroused. Then she inhaled, feeling the plump head of his cock at her entrance—all slick, all ready—wanting him, waiting for him. Her pussy clenched emptiness. She longed to have him back inside her.
“Bury yourself in me,” she said, in a voice heavy with lust and heat. “Lose yourself inside me, my love.”
Josiah groaned. Oh how he wanted back inside her so desperately, lost in her sweet heat. Without words, he gave her what she asked for. Between gnashed teeth, he gave himself what he craved. What they both craved.
His di
ck sank deep.
His toes curled. Nairobia grew wetter, her swollen lips wrapping around his shaft with each thrust into her body, her cunt quaking with joy. Exploding. Clenching. Cock drawing out, then plunging in, drawing out, then plunging in. In. Out. In. Out.
Rhythmic pounding lifted Nairobia’s body up with every thrust. Her walls tightened. Delicious pleasure soared through her body, clutching, crashing and colliding into Josiah’s own crippling need. “Feel that,” she rasped. “My wet heat for you? My needy cunt greedy for you.”
He moaned. “Yes, baby, yes…aaah, shit, yeah…” He thrust deeper, faster. “Shit!” The friction and heat were making him mindless. Nairobia pushed back against him, her ass slamming against his groin.
“Harder.”
Josiah groaned, bucking faster, sawing his cock back and forth, in and out, his swollen shaft pillaging her core. Nairobia heard herself crying out in pleasure. Heard the slap of Josiah’s body against hers.
“Ja, ja, ja…you like this wet kut…you love how it makes your cock crazed, no? Mmm. My kut is so wet for you…fuck meeee, my love…”
And then—oh thank God—Josiah slipped his hand between their bodies to stroke her clit, more pleasure swirling in brilliant heat. Wet flames engulfing him. And her.
Josiah quickly pulled out. And moments later, Nairobia was up on her desk, her legs pulled back, her knees pressed toward her breasts, gazing up at Josiah as he snatched off his condom and fisted himself over her creamy cunt.
“Yes, my darling, yes,” Nairobia cooed, pulling open her sensitive folds. “Come all over my kut. Let me feel your heat…”
“Aaaah, aaaah, aaah…ohhhhh, fuck…” Dazed at the sight of her pink insides clenching and quivering, her juices pooling out, Josiah choked back a yell as heavy ropes of scorching cum gushed from his cock, lapped against her labia, and singed her clit.
Over and over, he pumped himself, squeezing his cock, releasing ribbon after ribbon of his seeds, emptying his swollen sac. He pumped himself, milked out every last drop, until he had nothing else left.
