by A. L. Brooks
The woman moaned, and Kath smiled. The woman still hadn’t moved, even though Kath’s actions were clearly torturing her in the most exquisite way. She moved her fingers slightly, maybe a centimetre or so, letting them slip just inside, and then stopped. The woman whimpered and panted against Kath’s lips.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Kath said against the woman’s mouth.
“Oh, Jesus, yes.”
“How much do you want it?” Kath moved her fingers in a bit further.
The woman didn’t move a muscle, even though she groaned, loudly, and her breathing increased against Kath’s mouth.
“God, like nothing I’ve ever wanted before,” replied the woman, voice thick with desire, eyes hooded. For all Kath knew, she’d said the very same words to someone else only half an hour previously. But it didn’t matter. That was the beauty of this club; they could all play the game because they could all win at it.
Kath’s clit pounded against the seam of her tight leather trousers. Her boy shorts were soaked as her cunt released gushes of juice at the woman’s words, her gasps, and the look in her blazing eyes. This was what she had missed these past couple of years. Kath was back, with a vengeance, and oh, God, it felt so good.
She pushed inside then, unable to delay. In future nights, she might play this out longer, but the consuming need was too great not to act, not to follow her true desires. Two fingers, straight in, all the way up to the furthest knuckles. The woman cried out against Kath’s mouth, and Kath devoured her, tongue pushing deep, lips crushing lips as her fingers pumped in and out.
Bracing herself against the wall with her right hand, she pressed her body closer and used her thigh to force her fingers even deeper inside this beautifully wet cunt. The woman ground down on her, and it was Kath’s turn to groan. She pulled back a little so she could look into those eyes as she fucked her relentlessly. Her own clit and cunt were throbbing from the sensations coursing through them.
And then she saw it in the woman’s eyes, saw the orgasm growing, and she flicked her thumb over the woman’s clit to bring it ever closer. The effect was instantaneous; the eyes widened then closed, the hips thrust upwards, and the woman gushed all over Kath’s hand, arching her back to push her body tight up against Kath’s as she rode it out.
Kath maintained their body contact even as the woman relaxed back against the wall, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her lips.
“Oh my God,” whispered the woman as Kath nibbled along her chin. “That was…incredible.”
Kath nodded, breathing heavily. Torn between giving the woman time to get her breath back and the desperate ache between her own legs that needed immediate attention, she withdrew her fingers.
“What do you need?” The woman brushed her lips across Kath’s. “I can see it all over your face—what do you need?”
Kath brought her hand up and wiggled her fingers.
“Lick these clean and then lick me,” she said, her voice so hoarse with desire she barely recognised it.
The woman groaned and lunged forward to take Kath’s fingers into her mouth. She sucked and licked with relish. And then, with a strength that both surprised and delighted Kath, she grabbed Kath’s shoulders and pulled her around to lean against the wall. With an oh-so-sexy smile, the woman dropped to her knees in front of Kath and reached for the zip on Kath’s trousers. Kath’s clit pulsed in response, and she helped with opening her trousers. She pushed her boy shorts down enough for the blonde to get her head—and more importantly, her tongue—into position. At the first touch of that warm tongue bathing her clit, Kath groaned from deep within herself and pushed her hips forward. Oh God, yes, she needed this…
She happened to glance across to the central bar and caught the approving nod of another leather-clad butch who, it seemed, had been watching their show. Kath grinned, and the butch laughed, and then all of Kath’s attention was drawn to the tongue and lips working between her legs. She closed her eyes and let herself be taken to a level of pleasure she hadn’t known in a very long time.
The blonde was very good at what she was doing—good, firm strokes that took Kath to the edge, then soft, gentle sucks that kept her hovering in limbo, just below orgasm. Then, with another few hard strokes with the flat of her tongue directly on her clit, the blonde brought Kath to a spectacular orgasm that ripped through every fibre in her body.
She clutched at the woman’s head as she gasped for breath. Before she could ask, the blonde rammed a finger inside her, giving Kath what she needed to finish off her pleasure. Kath ground her teeth and thrust against the finger, letting it perpetuate the aftershocks of her orgasm through her entire body.
After a few moments, the blonde withdrew and stood. She pulled Kath’s underwear and trousers up as she did so. Kath drew her close and kissed her, tasting herself on the woman’s lips.
They pulled back, and their gazes met.
“Amazing,” said the blonde, smiling. “Thank you.”
“No, trust me, I’m the one who’s thankful,” said Kath, surprised at the emotion that bubbled up and threatened to spill over into tears. “Thank you for being so perfect.”
The blonde dipped her head in a display of coyness that really touched Kath. Then she raised her head for one more kiss before making her exit.
Kath slumped against the wall, breathing slow and deep. Her emotions were still very close to the surface. The encounter had restored her in so many ways, not just physically. Somehow, in all her planning, she hadn’t anticipated that and was at a loss as to what to do with herself and the rest of evening. She didn’t want to go home yet, but she was almost sated from just that one experience.
First things first—another beer.
She sat at the bar for her first few gulps, gazing into space, still enjoying how it felt to command a woman that way again. The ease with which she slipped into the dominant role thrilled her. Her confidence was back in bucketfuls, and it felt wonderful.
“She’s something else, that one, isn’t she?” a woman said. The butch who’d caught her eye earlier on eased her way onto the stool next to Kath’s. “Had her last week. Best fuck I’ve had in a long time,” continued the butch. “Seen her sometimes in the Blue Room. She loves getting it from behind. A few of us have had her that way. Rumour is she’s straight. Well, married to a bloke at least. Comes in here for a couple of weeks at a time, then no one sees her again for a few weeks. But fuck, she’s worth it.”
Kath didn’t know how to respond, so she just nodded and grinned inanely. It should have occurred to her that anyone she met here had probably been before, but somehow knowing the blonde visited so often threatened to take some of the magic away. How stupid was that? It’s not like she came here looking for the love of her life, so why should she care how many times the blonde had been here and who she’d been fucked by?
“First time here?” asked the butch.
Kath nodded, not trusting her voice just yet.
“Well, you certainly hit the jackpot, then, didn’t you? Fuck!” The butch laughed and took a long swig of her own beer. “You should bring your cock next time and get in the Blue Room—you get some seriously good action in there, believe me.”
“Yeah,” said Kath finally. “I may just do that. Excuse me, I think I’m just going to go and check it out now.” She didn’t want to talk any more—she didn’t want anything else the butch said to diminish her high.
* * *
Kath strode into the Blue Room without looking back at the action in Green—she definitely didn’t want to see the blonde involved with anyone else tonight. The Blue Room was accessed from a door in the corner of Green. The door to the Red Room, the BDSM space, was in the opposite corner. The atmosphere changed the minute the door closed behind her. The Blue Room was…grittier…harder. There was an edge, something she couldn’t define, but it set all of her senses sparking again. She inhaled deeply as she looked around. She’d had a fair amount of sex in her life, a lot of it purely physical with
no emotion involved at all, but the rawness in this room took her breath away. She walked to the centre bar and took a stool on the end to make sure she had a clear view of events. She drank it all in, and her body responded with an immediacy she wouldn’t have thought possible so soon.
Immediately to her left, a naked woman was bent backwards over a stool. Standing between her legs, fucking her slowly with a substantial dildo was a tall, striking woman dressed entirely in leather. A femme dressed in a short skirt paired with a tight top that let her substantial cleavage spill over its very low-cut neckline stood opposite the butch. She had her hands full of the naked woman’s breasts, kneading and pulling at them while she watched. Clearly all three of them were getting what they wanted from the evening. Kath glanced around. She wasn’t the only one watching; they had quite an audience.
God, she loved this place.
She let her gaze roam across more of the room. In one corner, a woman with long auburn hair hitched up her skirt and straddled another woman—a solid black butch with multiple piercings—who was seated in a chair. Slowly, she inched herself onto the dildo her partner wore, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she did so. The butch pushed up her tight tee shirt and buried her head between the femme’s breasts as she rode her. Kath watched until the red-haired woman came, and her own cunt contracted in response.
Kath kicked herself for not bringing her own harness and favourite toy. When she’d planned the night, all she’d thought about was skin and wetness and heat. But now, watching all of this, she was totally turned on at the thought of strapping on again. She drank more of her beer, shifting her gaze to two women directly in front of her.
One was braced against the wall, legs spread wide. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist and underwear down around the ankles. Her partner rammed into her from behind, hard and fast, gripping on to handfuls of the skirt to give herself leverage.
Kath almost groaned aloud. That was her favourite position for giving. Julie had loved it, absolutely loved it. Kath had taken her that way in nearly every room in Julie’s house—against the bedroom door, across the kitchen table, over the sink in the bathroom. The idea of doing that again, in this room filled with lust and sex and desire, made Kath nearly tremble with need.
As she finished her beer, she sat and watched the room. She wondered about paying a visit to the Red Room—she’d dabbled in a little BDSM over the years—but that wasn’t what she was looking for right now. Unfortunately, without her harness and dildo, she couldn’t have what she really wanted.
She sighed, resigning herself to going back into the Green Room to find another woman to explore with her fingers and tongue. Not that it would be a hardship, but next time she came here—and there would definitely be a next time—she would come better prepared.
As she made to leave, she caught sight of a redhead leaning against the wall nearby. The woman smiled, cockily, and raised a hand to beckon Kath over. Kath ran her gaze down the redhead’s curvaceous body. She wore black jeans tucked into knee-length leather boots and a tight-fitting, long-sleeved top that hugged her ample breasts and the top of her wide hips. She wasn’t skinny by a long shot, but she wore her curves as though she was born to seduce anyone who took her fancy. Kath raised her gaze. This time, the woman’s face featured a quirked eyebrow and a hint of impatience.
The redhead crooked her finger again, and Kath found her legs responding before her brain could question it.
She reached her in a few paces and discovered herself inexplicably tongue-tied when she got there. The woman, older than Kath by some years, oozed a surety and sensuality that completely unsettled Kath, yet her body ached to connect with her.
“Hello,” said the woman, her voice like velvet, sending shivers down Kath’s spine. “My name is Vivian, and I want you to fuck me.”
Kath blinked, shocked at the directness from such a femme. She’d thought Julie could act the seductress when she wanted to, but Vivian could have given her lessons. To PhD level.
“I-I’m sorry,” stammered Kath, embarrassed by her inability to form a sentence. “I don’t actually have my strap-on with me.”
Vivian reached out a finger and laid it over Kath’s lips.
“Not to worry, honey. I brought my own.”
Kath’s eyes widened, and Vivian chuckled throatily.
“Don’t look so shocked.” She leaned forward until her lips were a breath away from Kath’s. “I know what I want, and I make sure I get it. You just get to enjoy the ride. Okay?”
Kath nodded, the power of speech having totally left her. All she could focus on was the lushness of Vivian’s lips and the warmth of her breath fanning over her mouth, sending bolts of heat straight to Kath’s clit. She moaned and attempted to lean in closer for a kiss of those plump lips, but Vivian pulled back sharply.
“Sorry, honey, I don’t do kissing. Just fucking. Now, you reach down and find what you need in the bag at my feet while I get comfortable.”
And with that, Vivian turned to face the wall and began undoing her jeans. Kath blinked a couple of times, then mentally shook herself into the here and now. While she normally wanted—needed—to dominate a situation like this, Vivian’s cool commands had had a profound effect on her. She obeyed without question, dipping down to find a large black leather handbag next to Vivian’s legs. Inside the bag, she found a soft harness and a six-inch ribbed dildo. It wasn’t as large as she would have expected. Somehow Vivian’s confidence had led Kath to believe she’d want to be fucked by something big. As she fiddled with the bag, she glanced up, and her breath caught in her throat. Vivian had dropped her jeans to the top of her boots and pulled her tight top up over her ass to reveal two pale, very round, very squeezable buttocks. The strong scent of Vivian’s arousal, along with the way her pussy glistened in the low light, made Kath clench down deep in her own cunt.
Kath stood and glanced at the harness in her hands and then down at her own clothing. Moving as quickly as she could, she undid the buckles on the harness, unzipped her trousers, and pulled them down just enough to slip the harness straps between her legs. Once it was in place and set, she pulled the trousers up over her ass; she felt a little too vulnerable with her hind end hanging in the wind. Then, finally, she stepped behind Vivian, who was looking over her own shoulder with an amused smile on her face.
“Comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.
Kath nodded, willing herself not to blush. For fuck’s sake, she’d done this a hundred times or more. Why did Vivian make her feel like such an amateur? And yet somehow this didn’t knock Kath’s confidence. If anything, it was inspiring her to rise to the challenge, to show Vivian that she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Good,” purred Vivian, her voice strong above the background music. “Then coat that little baby in my juice and fuck me.”
The blood in Kath’s veins came to a momentary stop as a tsunami of desire swept through her body. Never had a woman’s words had such a physical effect on her. She nearly whimpered with it. Vivian caught her eye, one eyebrow raised.
“Problem?” she asked, glancing down once at the dildo between Kath’s legs and then back up again to meet Kath’s eyes.
“God, no,” groaned Kath and ran her hand through the sexy, hot juice leaking out of Vivian’s cunt. She eased the dildo through that wetness, using the motion, plus her own very wet hand, to give it a good covering. To Kath’s delight, Vivian trembled slightly as she did so. Vivian’s composure wasn’t total after all. Confidence surged through Kath, and she teased Vivian once more. She ran both hands through and over her wet cunt lips to brush ever-so-casually over her clit. Vivian groaned aloud.
With that groan, she decided to test Vivian’s mettle and make her wait just a little longer. Show her who was really in charge now.
Leaving the dildo between Vivian’s legs, pressed up into her lips lengthways, so that it didn’t penetrate, she put her hands on Vivian’s waist and inched her fingers under the tight top.
“Fu
ck, what are you waiting for?” Vivian growled.
“Shush,” whispered Kath close to her ear. “This is my show now, babe.”
Vivian growled again and turned to meet Kath’s eyes. She paused for a moment and then swallowed. Kath had won this round. Vivian smiled, slow and sexy and turned back to the wall.
“Give me your best, then, honey,” she said over her shoulder, her voice that soft velvet again, and Kath chuckled.
“Oh, I will.” She pushed her hands up inside Vivian’s top to grasp her abundant breasts, revelling in how they overspilled her hands. Vivian pushed into her, forcing her nipples into Kath’s palms. Kath arched her fingers to pull at each hard centre and twisted them roughly. Vivian let out a guttural moan and pushed her chest harder against Kath’s hands. As she did so, the arch of her back made her pussy ride along the dildo and pushed her ass back into Kath’s groin. Thrusting gently, Kath helped the motion along, letting the dildo slide through Vivian’s lips to tease her even more. Vivian’s moaning grew louder as she murmured “fuck” and “yes” over and over.
Kath smiled to herself; it was time to put Vivian out of her misery. She grasped the dildo and placed the tip of it against the entrance to Vivian’s cunt and then gripped Vivian’s shoulder with her other hand.
“Ready?” she asked, pressing her mouth close to Vivian’s ear.
“Yes. Jesus,” hissed Vivian.
Kath pushed and watched as the dildo slid into Vivian. There was a little resistance, and then Vivian opened herself and the toy sank into her. Kath groaned as the full length disappeared. With one hand clutching Vivian’s shoulder and the other on her hip, she braced herself against Vivian’s luscious body. And then she started thrusting, pulling about halfway out before driving deep inside again. With each thrust, Vivian’s head arched back. She pressed so strongly against the wall, the veins stood out along the back of her hands. Vivian gasped, her ecstasy obvious, and Kath responded to each sound, thrust, and arch. Her clit pressed nicely up against the base of the dildo, and she had every chance of coming in this position. But first, Vivian. After a few more deep thrusts, Kath moved her hand from Vivian’s hip around to find her clit.
