by Noir, Stella
Violet and Bain’s room, has been written on a sign that hangs on the second door, which has been painted a red so vibrant it reminds me of oxygenated blood.
I feel like we’re either in a photographic dark room, or one of my memories that I haven’t yet had. There is no lock here, no place to enter the key card. There’s an antique looking handle, and that’s it. Again Violet looks at me.
“This is fucking weird”, she says.
“Open it”, I say. My heart is beating faster than I’d like to admit. I have no idea what we’re going to find inside, and part of me feels like perhaps we should both just walk away now and forget all about it.
This better not remind me of them. Of the Christmas I’m desperate to forget.
Violet doesn’t leave us with that option. She places her hand around the door handle and gives it a twist. A moment later, the door yawns open.
The red light of the corridor gives way to the clean, bright, yellow light bathing us now, as we enter the room one by one, and close the real world behind us. When my eyes adjust, I’m absolutely fucking stunned by what I see.
“Fuck”, is all I can say, repeatedly, while Violet steps slowly around what we’ve found.
Inside, is my bedroom.
I mean, it’s not my bedroom of course, but it is, it’s just that it’s no longer in my house, it’s here. This is it exactly, my bedroom, just how I left it this afternoon.
“This is my room”, I say. “I don’t believe this. Fuck. How the fuck?”
Violet isn’t looking at the room so much as the wall, I hadn’t noticed it until I notice her over there looking at it. A video is being projected onto the wall of a series of different images of me, from various different stages of my life.
“Is that you?” she asks.
I go over. “Fuck me”, I say, shaking my head. “What kind of weird shit is this?”
“This is your thing not mine, you tell me. I was expecting a sex show or something a little bit more normal. This is pretty fucked up. Even for here.”
I look around the room in astonishment. I go to the drawers of the bedside cabinet, open them and find my books, my magazines, my fucking watch. It’s like they’ve taken my bedroom out of my apartment and somehow reinstalled it here. It’s impossible, of course. I sit on the bed, lean over and smell the duvet. It even smells of me.
“This is fucked up”, I say. Violet is still watching the images, which seem to be playing out at random.
“Hey”, she says suddenly, “that’s tonight.”
I join her again by the wall, and we both stand there open mouthed and watch my car leave Aces and nearly crash into Violet. “How the fuck have they got that?”
We watch the projected image of Violet stood on the sidewalk looking up into the sky, around to the side, and then eventually getting into the car. We look at each other, eyes wide. Now she reaches out and holds my hand, squeezing it tightly.
“What the fuck is this?” she asks me.
“You tell me”, I say. “I don’t know whether it’s supposed to be an art installation or whether it’s meant to freak us out.”
“Maybe both.” Violet says. “It’s definitely freaking me out.”
“What would the point be?”, I ask, sitting down on the bed to try and work it out myself.
“Maybe it’s a game”, Violet says, running her finger along an imaginary line on the wall, where the video breaks. “Do you think they are watching us now?”
She comes over to the bed.
“Probably”, I say. “They’ve probably been watching us all night.”
She sits down next to me, and her hand goes between my legs, snaking slowly, fingers walking, to my inner thigh. It’s a little unexpected. “Maybe we should give them something to watch”, she says. “You know, it’s always been a fantasy of mine to be on camera.”
“Is that so?” I ask, forcing myself to concentrate.
“That’s so”, Violet says, pushing me further onto the bed, encouraging me to sit up on it, like I would do at home.
Without any further encouragement, she snakes her leg around my waist so she’s sat on top of me, and then begins to attack my tie. I don’t stop her. Fuck it. If they have my bed, they can see whatever they want, whenever they want. I bite her neck, then I kiss where my teeth have left marks. Violet pushes me so I’m flat down on the bed. I swing my legs up and spread out my arms.
“Who are you?” I ask. “Where the fuck did you come from?”
The answer to my question is playing on the ceiling above me on repeat. My car nearly hitting Violet. Violet standing in the snow. Violet getting into the car. Violet and I at the elevator in the kitchens of the Chinese restaurant above. Violet and I walking through the main floor. Violet and I at the entrance to the red room, and then, for a fleeting moment as though the image I’m watching is a mirror in transition, Violet and I here, her on top of me, my arms spread out ready to accept her, before the whole process recycles again, and there she is back on the sidewalk trying to decide whether to get into my car or not.
Violet
My breath is short, urgent. “Maybe this room is for me”, I say.
Bain kisses along my neckline towards my shoulder. “How do you figure that out?”
“Maybe this is my fantasy, not yours.”
I push him away to rise up so he can slide his hands along my body, feel the form of my tits. “Your bedroom, your life, to have a million people or no-one watching us. To not know. To be part of that.”
He explores me with his hands, eventually pulling me back to him.
“That’s your fantasy? My bedroom, my life?”
“You were just in the right place at the right time”, I say, losing myself in him. “You’re lucky.”
“I’m the lucky one?”
I open his shirt, ripping at it so eagerly a button pings off.
“I only have one shirt”, he complains. “You better make that worthwhile.”
His chest is muscular, and well defined. I smooth my hands over it, testing each part separately, working my way across his nipples and down the ripples of his abdomen with kisses that form a route that leads me purposefully towards his belly button.
“What do you think?” he asks, cocky, but seemingly in need of appraisal.
“I think you need to work out more”, I lie.
Bain is already beginning to swell, and I know he wants me to release it, but I won’t, not yet anyway. I tease him by walking my fingers across the waistband of his trousers, before pulling myself off him entirely, ready to perform for him. As soon as I do, the images on the wall change, and we become surrounded by reflections of me, so whatever it is I’m doing is immediately reflected on the four walls around us.
“You still think this room is for you?” Bain says, responding to it.
I begin to dance for him. I’ve always been a good dancer, and I can tell Bain is impressed, as soon as I start. He sits there with his shirt open, propped up against a pillow on the bed, his cock hardening and pushing against the expensive fabric of his tailored dress pants.
“I’m only doing what I want to do”, I say. “I don’t have control of the images.”
“You’ve done that before?” Bain asks, watching me gyrate, drop into a squat, and straighten up again, my back curved and my ass pushed out. I smile at him and blow him a kiss.
“Your turn next”, I say.
“I can’t dance”, Bain confesses.
“Can you fuck?” I ask him.
Bain laughs. “I thought you’d never ask”, he says.
I’m horny now. The booze, the place, the evening, the man, the spontaneity of it all is making my head spin and my pussy wet. I want to feel Bain’s cock inside me, widening my hole. I want to fuck myself to orgasm on his girth.
My hands go to my tits, and then to my pussy. I pull off my layers, one by one. I want to get naked and I want Bain to give it to me. I’m surrounded by four versions of myself and each one of me looks more incredibl
e than the next. I take off my bra and throw it at Bain, and instead of catching it, he just lets it hit his chest and slide to the side.
My tits look great. I massage them and pull my nipples erect, and I know I’m doing this now for both Bain and for everyone else that’s watching. Everything about this turns me on. I love performing and the more eyes I have on me, the better. I look back to Bain and he’s lost in me, unsure where to put his hands. They are still behind his head, but I can see him wanting to put them either on himself or on me. He looks like he’s waiting for the go ahead. The cocky bastard waiting for permission to begin.
Off come my jeans, I spin once to show him just how sexy I am, and then I crawl onto the bed and towards him. Into the lion’s den.
Bain
This girl knows how to dance, and I know how to pick them. Fuck, she is incredible. I didn’t realize it with the huge amount of clothing she was wearing to protect that milky white skin and those perfect rose-bud nipples against the cold, but she is perfect.
I’ve paid thousands of dollars for women half as good as this. And she can move. Fuck me, she moves like a snake, ready to fucking strike. Mating season in the fucking tropics. Her tits are incredible. They are the perfect size. I like them big, and big they are. She must be early twenties for the figure she has, those tits have got some weight, and they aren’t dropping.
She has a perfect ass too, and I can’t wait to see her cute little pussy and slam my cock into her. I’ve not touched it out of respect. I could have been sat here wanking away, but I’m saving myself for her. I might even make her come, although that pretty much happens automatically. I bet she’s even close now. She thinks this is for her, this room. Maybe she’s right. It isn’t everyday that she meets someone like me. I’m going to give it to her alright. Come here you foxy fucking lady.
Violet
“How many people do you think are watching?” I ask, as I finally attend to his mammoth cock.
“How many people do you want to be watching?” he says, turning the question back on me.
I pull his trousers down and see that pre-cum has seeped delightfully into the silk of his boxer shorts. I feel the form of his cock through the fabric, and then pull those down as well, until he’s fully revealed to me.
“Wow”, I say, genuinely impressed.
“I bet this isn’t how you thought your evening would turn out”, Bain says, his fingers running through my hair, encouraging me towards his cock.
I just lie there and appreciate it for a while, my head on his thigh, while it twitches only inches from me. He is huge. Much bigger than I’ve had before, and fatter at the base too. He’s uncut, which I prefer, and his foreskin and bell-end look absolutely perfect. His piss-hole is big and a little bit open, and when I move closer to suck, I see it’s gummed up with pre-cum. Before I take it into my mouth, I make him move a little further down the bed, so I can spin round in a 69 and make him suck my cunt.
Bain
I watch her lower that perfect ass towards me, panties still on. I like it like this. I like there being a tiny amount of fabric between my tongue and her hole, and I love the idea of pushing that fabric to the side and penetrating her.
“I’m not too big for you am I?” I ask, and laugh, and then she deep-throats me anyway, just to prove a point, and I see through her legs and tits, her lips pressed onto my skin, and feel the tip of my cock pressing against her throat.
“Fuck”, I say. “You should be performing.”
“I am”, she says.
I pull her towards me, smell her pussy through her panties and then investigate her. I push her panties to the side, and little by little reveal the wonders of her pussy beyond. She’s shaved entirely, so what greets me beyond the fabric is a hairless slit edged by plump pussy lips, pink meat inside her hole, a clitoris sticking out like a puppy’s nose from a paper bag, and a wonderful tight little asshole, with folds of skin as detailed as a sketch drawing by a renaissance artist. I waste no time in sticking my tongue inside her and tasting the bounty she’s offering me.
Fuck this is good. Her mouth on my cock feels just as warm as her pussy, and each suck she gives me sends shivers of pleasure up and down my spine so much that my foot shakes each time she rubs that bit of connecting tissue between my shaft and my bell-end with her tongue.
I can’t help but go for her clit, and she moans when I find the perfect way to stimulate it. She seems to like me flicking it from side to side with the underside of my tongue as I work around in a kind of figure of eight pattern. I can’t resist her asshole, so I finger her pussy-hole first - my middle finger sliding in like a greased piston - before I cover my finger with her own goo and open up her back door.
I could fuck her and come like this easily, and I know she could too, by the way she’s screaming at me and trying desperately to pull herself away from my tongue. She seems to like rubbing her pussy off on my chin and then pulling away when it all becomes too much for her, but when she tries to escape, I hold her down by the thighs and pull her into me. This, all the while, with my finger in her asshole. She must fuck a lot in that hole, because she’s opened herself up to me easily. I could put my cock in there without lubing it up, and I know she’d love it as well.
Fuck, what a night. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone who really deserves it. There was a while when I was wondering whether she’d actually be game for it at all, but it turns out I was right all along. All it took was the promise of an audience. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist me forever.
Violet pulls up off my cock.
“You gonna fuck me in that hole or just play with it all night?” she moans.
I push her off me a little so I can respond. “I was just being a gentleman for a while”, I say.
“Why start now?” she says and pulls herself slowly up off my finger.
I watch it pop out of her ass, and then the muscles of her asshole close slowly around the empty space again.
Violet
The only thing I love more than anal sex, is coming hard when it’s happening. It happens less frequently than I’d like it too, but when it happens, fuck, it’s incredible. Bain’s cock looks big enough to make that happen. Thick enough and long enough and he’s man enough to give it to me. I face him again.
“Here’s what’s going to happen”, I say.
Bain sits up a little to listen like an obedient dog. It feels good having him in my control like this. Earlier, I didn’t think that would be possible.
“Go on”, he says, intrigued.
“You’re going to fuck me up the ass until I come, and then you can do whatever you like to me.”
“Alright”, Bain says without even needing to think twice about it. “You just assume the position and let me do the rest.”
“I like it hard and deep and fast”, I say. “You can come with me if you like, but you can’t come before. That’s your preference.”
“Get into position”, Bain says.
“You know, I like it when you’re rough with me”, I say, and get up onto all fours. “Fuck me like a dog, pull my hair and spank my ass. I won’t be satisfied unless I’m showing bruises.”
I stick my ass into the air and Bain pulls me around into a better position for him. I’m arched up like a cat, and so horny, I know it won’t take too long before I explode. I don’t tell Bain that. I want to make him work for it.
He’s standing up behind me ready to drill down into my dirty little brown hole, and I couldn’t have wanted any more. Whether this is his fantasy or mine, it works both ways, and I wouldn’t be here if it didn’t.
Bain pulls my panties down. I feel spit in my hole chased inside there by his thumb, and I feel him finger me teasingly with what must be his index finger and his middle finger together.
“Are you ready?” Bain asks, and closes in on me.
On the wall in front of me, I can see a close up of my asshole and the tip of his cock pressing against it. It’s an angle I can’t see natur
ally from where I am, and I crane my head for a moment trying to look for the camera responsible, but can’t, because as soon as I’ve moved, Bain grabs my hair and jerks my neck backwards.
“Open up”, he says, and pushes his thick, fat, cock head up against my blooming hole.
Bain
This is incredible. I have a beautiful woman on all fours in front of me begging me to fuck her in the ass, and not only that, she’s so turned on, and this angle is so perfect, I slide into her with consummate ease.
She’s tight, of course, it wouldn’t be fun if she wasn’t, and it wouldn’t be an asshole if it wasn’t, but she’s nowhere near tight enough to keep me out, and I know she doesn’t want me anywhere else but inside her anyway. I push my tip inside, feel the second set of her ass muscles relax and open up again to me, and a moment later I’m balls deep with my huge cock buried deep inside her colon.
Violet screams in pleasure or pain. It doesn’t matter which. Just for that, I spank her on the ass, draw out again so I can see myself better inside her, and catch a glimpse of what’s playing on the video around us. I pull her head up by her hair, like a wrangler might do to a horse with a set of reins, so she can see on the wall what I see from behind her. I pull out slowly so half of my cock is out and she can see what it’s doing to her body, and then I push back in again, hard this time, so my balls slam against her pussy lips and push her whole body into the bed. She nearly collapses completely, her legs struggling under my strength.
“Yes, like that”, she says. “Fuck me hard like that.”
“You wait”, I say. “I’ll fuck you how I like.”
“Make me come”, Violet pleads. “Please.”
I pull out slowly again. I like seeing myself stretching her skin, either her pussy or her asshole, it doesn’t matter which, and I want to enjoy it. Out slowly, in hard. I do that for a while, slapping Violet on the ass each time she moans, until her ass turns red and I get bored and want to push her to climax. I know she’s not far away from it, I could tell that when I was teasing her clit, but it’s closing in on me gradually too, and I don’t want to come like this. I want to come inside her cunt, even if it’s only after two pushes. I want to fuck her in that hole before I’m done, so I’m careful with the speed I fuck her at now, so as I don’t go over the top.
