Sweet Catherine at the Gentlemen's Club (Unprotected Book 6)

by Matt Coolomon

  I stood at the end of the bed with my cock beginning to swell. She reached back and wound her fingers into a scarf that was tied to the bed head. Her smile had ended and she wet her lips and took a breath as I slipped the sheet up over her knees.

  I bent and kissed her thigh. Her scent was sweet and powerful, and I kissed my way upward until my nose touched her wetness. I pushed the sheet up over her hips to find that she had shaved her pussy. I lifted her knees and spread them wide and she moaned softly as I bent and ran my tongue through her hot, sticky slit. I'd barely touched her pasted folds though. I'd cut my tongue between them and softly rolled it beneath the tissue covering her swollen little bud.

  Catherine ground her hips and forced more contact. Her pussy peeled open and I delicately inserted the tip of my tongue and drew tangy sweet juices from within. I opened my mouth over her clit and sucked on her, using my tongue to massage while my nose probed the soft, freshly shaven skin above. She was obviously in need of firm stimulation, so I tongued her, searching deep into her hot open hole and growling over her clit while she rolled her hips and split her pussy over my face. Her body was arched off the bed and I supported her hips while I ate into her. The sheet had fallen away. I watched her tits thrust and wobble with each gyration of her pelvis. She had the scarf wound around her wrists. She twisted it and she clung to it, moaning and bucking and forcing me to maul her sloppy little gash. She came hard, writhing and convulsing, and before she settled I quickly rolled on a condom and jammed my cock up her.

  We fucked in an absolute frenzy with our entire bodies grinding together – with her legs wrapped around me, and with her tits squashed against my chest. She'd released the scarf and her fingernails dug into my back while her teeth were cutting into my shoulder. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock and virtually milking it as I pumped a full load of cum into the condom.

  We collapsed together, panting. I could feel her hot breath against my neck and I sought her lips and tasted them. I could taste the other men on her breath but I kissed her passionately.

  "Did you like that?" she breathed into my ear as we broke from the kiss, and I kissed her again and she again responded passionately, but I could feel the condom slipping so I edged back from on top of her and carefully extracted my cock from inside of her.

  She lay there smiling up at me as I knelt between her legs. I was looking around for somewhere to dispose of the thing dangling from my fingers.

  She giggled. "The other two poured theirs in my mouth."

  I smiled. "Is that what you want?"

  She kind of shrugged. "I don't know – I guess."

  "Come here," I said sternly, and she blushed a little as she sat up in front of me. "Suck my cock!"

  She was supporting herself upon her hands and she gathered the head with her lips and sucked it in. I smoothed hair from her face and watched her. I was still semi-firm. She was taking me in deep and I could feel my cock head restricted against the entrance of her throat. I began to harden but she pulled back and took hold of me with her hand. She continued stroking and peering up at me with her moist lips slightly parted and her eyes submissive. She looked at the condom in my hand and smiled a little. I placed the open end against her lip and she closed her lips over it, sealing it. I then lifted the tip and the thick fluid pooled against her lips. And her eyes closed as she parted her lips, allowing my cum to flow into her mouth.

  She swallowed softly and opened her eyes to meet mine. She was kissing and sucking my fingers as I held the condom. I pushed two fingers through it, turning it inside out, and she sucked and cleaned the last of my sperm from them. Her soft little fingers were still clutching my cock and it was flexing.

  "Do you want to do what Ken did to me?" she asked sweetly.

  "And what's that?" I asked in reply, mesmerized.

  She turned and got up onto her hands and knees and peered back over her shoulder at me. "You can do it without a condom but not too hard at first."

  I felt into her opening and drew some of her fluids to lubricate her tight little hole. I worked around it and found it quite easy to get my finger tip in. She felt slippery, as Ken had obviously left her open a little.

  I levered my cock down. It was rock hard and bulging veins. The head was still swollen and almost purple. I pressed it against her, and her tiny little hole opened and allowed me entry. I rocked forward and sunk a few inches of shaft into her. She moaned softly and arched her back to take my weight as I lay over her. I withdrew and slowly forced more of my length into her body.

  "Fuck that's tight," I breathed into her hair and she moaned again.

  "Mmm – feels nice," she uttered, turning her head to meet my lips. And I rocked forward again, that time forcing my entire cock into her.

  I withdrew until the head was stretching her again, then slowly sunk back into her. I started gently fucking her – lying over her back and using my hips to withdraw a few inches and then spear back into her until my balls mashed into her hot open pussy. I was fucking her steadily when Len slipped into the room. He edged through the door and closed it, then leaned back against the dresser to watch.

  Catherine turned to her husband so I lifted from her back and gathered her hair in my hand. I bunched it and used it for leverage to pull her back against me as I thrust forward. I fucked her hard, pounding against the back of her thighs and spearing my cock as deep as I could. I came violently, jamming my body against hers and still trusting as I shot my load into her.

  She lifted and pressed herself back against me. She reached up and clasped her hands behind my neck. I felt her tits while meeting her husband's steady gaze. I massaged them and gently tweaked her nipples. She ground back into my lap, moaning softly as my cock slipped fully into her.

  "They've been fucking me in the arse," she said teasingly to her husband. "First Ken, and then just he did it to me as well."

  Len grinned. "And without a rubber I noticed."

  Catherine closed her hands against mine and pressed them more firmly over her tits. She was slowly rolling her pelvis, causing my numb but semi-firm cock to sort of ooze in and out of her warm little hole. I slipped my hands from beneath hers, leaving her massaging her own tits while with one hand I gathered her hair and pulled her head aside and with the other I reached down her front and started fingering her pussy.

  She moaned as I thrust a few times beneath her body and at the same time, sucked on her neck. She wriggled back against me when I stopped thrusting and she reached back and clung to my head, holding me to her neck.

  "Do you want to cum in me again?" she breathed heavily.

  "I can't," I gasped. "I don't think I can get it up again just now."

  "Later then?" she went on sweetly.

  "Okay – later."

  Len stepped forward and touched his wife's face. I eased from inside of her and edged back away to gather my clothes. I left them and walked to my room to dress.

  ****

  I spent the morning riding my horse. Old Milo was eager for exercise and we cantered to all points of the property. Catherine took off into town alone and was gone all day – apparently catching up with my buddy – and her old acquaintance, Tim.

  That afternoon I worked a few of the racehorses due to resume training for Gus. It was work he did every day, even at his age, but he was grateful for the help because it meant he could be showered and shaved in time for dinner. We strolled up to the house together to find George and Vince had arrived early. They were dressed in suits and informed us that their club was coat and tie, which sent Gus back home to change and meant that I, like Len, had to go scrounging in the wardrobes for suitable attire.

  We had a light meal, and about an hour later Catherine came from her room in the little black dress she'd bought in town. She looked fucking sensational, though a bit nervous, and clingy with her husband's arm. "I don't know how far I want to go with this," she was saying.

  George seemed to be in charge for the evening. "Lots of girls just take in the atmosp
here and don't actually participate," he stated easily. "You're bound to have men interested but you'll be sitting with us and there'll be no pressure."

  "What else do we need?" Ken asked. He was smartly dress in a dark suit. He had the car keys in his hand.

  "Your credit card," Vince grinned. "Don't forget that!"

  "Can't believe we have to pay when you guys own the place," Ken complained and near pushed Vince down the front steps jokingly.

  We took two cars. I drove Gus and Vince while the others went with George. It was a good half hour before we rolled up to a discreetly adorned lodge on the edge of town. There were about twenty cars in the car park. There were a few guys grouped around the door chatting, and they all had a good look over Catherine as we walked passed.

  In the foyer we were greeted by an older gentleman and a young lady cashier. Our credit cards were accepted, one after the other, and George and Vince did actually pay. Len on the other hand was identified as Catherine's chaperone, and was admitted free and given a gold badge to pin on his lapel. He asked George what it was for but George waved him on saying he'd find out.

  What looked small from outside opened into a lavish spread of booths and tables with a bar along one wall and another section opened beyond that. There was an upper level. A staircase led to a landing, along which were a row of doors. At the top of the stairs an usher stood gazing over the crowd, and as a man and woman approached,he greeted them and directed them to one of the open doors.

  "They're going for a fuck," George informed us.

  Vince had taken our orders. He brought a tray of drinks to where we'd set up in a booth with Catherine tucked away at the back between her husband and Gus. She was starry eyed and non-communicative.

  We all just watched for a while with George and Vince giving commentary on what was happening. There were about a dozen women, each seated with at least three men, and there were two women at the bar – surrounded.

  The wait-staff were both men and women. The men were shirtless with little red bowties and black trousers, and the girls were topless with short black skirts and frilly white apron. The girls were gorgeous and the guys were chiselled to perfection.

  We hadn't been sitting long when one of the male waiters approached and asked Catherine if she would accept a drink from a greying gentleman sitting at a nearby table.

  She shook her head, blushing. "No – no thanks," she managed to get out.

  "So if she'd said yes that guy would have been able to take her up stairs and fuck her?" Ken asked. He'd been fascinated with the commentary thus far.

  "Look – there goes another one now," Vince answered, indicating a mid-forties woman and a guy who didn't look old enough to be in the place, walking towards the stairs. "He's bought her a drink and she's probably about to give him an education," Vince added with a chuckle.

  "And that's all there is to it?" Ken went on. "So what if I wanted to take that guy's daughter upstairs – do I just go over and offer to buy her a drink?"

  There was a pretty girl of about twenty sitting with a group of five men. The one with the badge looked like he could have been her father.

  "They're married," George informed. "Her name's Kate. But you have to get a waiter to offer her a drink. It's just the way it's done."

  There was a waitress passing and Ken motioned to her. She approached smiling and with her firm little tits jiggling nicely above her tray. "I'd like to buy a drink for the lady," Ken explained, indicating who he was interested in.

  "Certainly, sir," the waitress replied, and she stood waiting.

  "Your credit card," Vince said to Ken. "You have to give it to her."

  Ken produced his credit card and the waitress thanked him and turned away. She approached the young girl, who immediately looked over to find Ken with his shoulders back and a clear confident look in his eyes. She nodded and gave a little smile.

  "Fuck me!" Ken said under his breath. "Now what?"

  "Well it would be polite to wait until the lady gets her drink and has a sip at least don't you think?" George was trying not to laugh.

  The waitress went to the bar and returned to supply a round of drinks to the table where the girl was. She then brought Ken's credit card back and offered him a pen for his signature. Ken signed the receipt without removing his eyes from the girl he'd chosen.

  "Have a look at your receipt," Vince said deliberately after the waitress had left, and Ken looked at it.

  "Fuck! A hundred and fifteen dollars! You've got to be joking!"

  "I forgot to mention that when you buy for a lady you have to shout her table," George grinned. "And the drinks are a bit cheaper if you buy them from the bar."

  "Still a cheap fuck though – wouldn't you say?" Vince asked.

  The girl kept looking over. Ken stood and she was watching him. "An absolute bargain!" he said absently, and as he stepped from the booth the girl rose and approached him. They strolled on up the stairs chatting and smiling at each other.

  Another waitress approached and asked Catherine if she would accept a drink from a tall black guy who looked late twenties. Catherine was slower to respond that time but she said no. Len had a bit of a dig at her and she confessed to being tempted.

  "I'd fall over and die if I tried to walk up those stairs!" she declared. "With all these people watching and knowing! There is no way I could do that."

  "Where's the mood movies?" Gus asked. It was the first time he'd spoken since we arrived.

  We all laughed. "Go around the bar and you can't miss a big open doorway with lots of single guys milling around," Vince explained, and Gus strolled off to find the way.

  Another of the waiters approached and Catherine turned him away, and he was followed a few minutes later by another.

  I went to the bar for another round of drinks and came back to find Len calling a waitress over. He'd chosen a woman who we'd seen go upstairs twice already. She would have been mid-thirties. She was a big woman and very attractive.

  "Certainly, sir," the waitress said politely and turned and left while Len was still reaching for his wallet.

  George tapped Len's badge. "Drinks are on the house for chaperones."

  The woman accepted and a round of drinks were supplied to the table. Len squeezed Catherine's hand and left her. She shooed him away, smiling after him.

  Another waiter then approached and indicated two men at the bar who wanted to buy Catherine and company a round of drinks. She again declined but she at least gave them a smile and wave when they both clutched at their hearts.

  "Two together?" she asked of Vince and George. "Are they allowed to go halves?”

  "They're allowed to go halves in the woman but the drinks are double in price if they do," George explained, edging around in his seat and placing a hand over Catherine's bare thigh.

  "Are you okay with hubby going upstairs?" he asked her.

  With Gus and Len gone, both George and Vince had moved a little closer to Catherine. She sat with her knees together but not crossed, and her dress was short enough that we could see she was wearing black lace panties. George's long thick fingers had covered her thigh and he was tracing a soft little circle with his finger-tips.

  "I'm okay with him going with someone," Catherine replied. "I mean, it wouldn't be very fair if I wasn't."

  "But you don't want to try it yourself?" George went on. His voice was mellow and accepting.

  "I don't think I could," Catherine said softly. "I'd just be so embarrassed."

  "And that's fine. You might want to go and have a look at the video room later though. Some girls prefer that situation."

  "Oh? There're girls in there too?"

  "Sure!" Vince grinned. "Even see girls go in together sometimes."

  Another waitress approached on behalf of a man of forty or so seated with a group nearby. He nodded his acceptance when Catherine declined and she offered him an apologetic smile. Another two offers were rejected before Ken returned with a fresh round of drinks.

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sp; The girl Ken had been with, Kate, came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She said hello to George and Vince, who she already knew, and Vince introduced us. She stayed for a few minutes then met up with another guy who came over to take her upstairs.

  George was still sitting close to Catherine. He had an arm resting along the backrest behind her, and as we laughed and chatted I noticed he continued stroking her thigh with his other hand. He'd worked far enough up her leg that the tips of his fingers were brushing against the crotch of her panties. She was looking around a little anxiously but we were secluded enough that only we could see.

  When Len returned he shuffled onto the end of the seat and edged Vince and I along a bit, which pressed Vince up close to Catherine as well. By then George had settled to a pattern of having a sip or two of his drink and then returning to quite casually fondle her leg. Vince would just watch him or at times he could be seen staring down at her tits. I thought she looked a little uncomfortable so I stood and asked if she wanted to have a look at the mood movies. She accepted the invitation and Len came along too.

  We found a small crowd of men milling around an open doorway and another cashier was positioned just inside the door. I charged the fifty dollars and Len and I pulled Catherine from the leering group that had gathered around her.

  Inside, the lighting was low. There was a big screen at the front of the room playing a porno movie. The seats were three-seat couches. There were two in each row and there were four rows. Gus waved us down. He was standing alongside the big screen with two other men and a woman.

  We joined him there and stood watching one girl being fucked by two men on one of the couches in the second row, and some one-on-one action on a couch in the first row. The guy right in front of us had obviously just cum, and he got off a mid-forties woman and was immediately replaced by another man who stepped forward from beside me.

  There were another four men standing alongside the other little show, but when the two men had finished they just sat either side of the youngish woman they'd fucked and started watching the porno. Their four spectators spread out along the couches and settled to watching the film as well.