The Club Pt. 03

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Between work and whole bunch of other social engagements we’d not been able to arrange a meet up with N at The Club for nearly a month. We’d gone one Saturday night for a few hours just to enjoy the ambiance, and I enjoyed dressing you in a plunging top with no bra and showing you off to the appreciative patrons.

It had been an enjoyable and we had fucked hard long into the night, but I think it brought it home to both of us how much we needed to N there too. As you slept, satiated after your climaxes I cleared our diaries for the following Friday evening and arranged for N to meet us at The Club.

We were perhaps an unconventional D/s relationship, as I enjoyed relinquishing control from time to time. I enjoyed seeing you enjoy the temporary control although my real pleasure was in the reassertion of my dominance and the punishment I meted out.

The night before our date with N, in exchange for letting you come after hours of torment you had promised to be utterly brazen all day, and you certainly hadn’t let me down. You’d left an incredibly hot audio file for me of us fucking the night before (I hadn’t known you were recording it and hearing you beg until I finally relented was amazing). Throughout work you had sent me provocative pictures of you biting your lip or taking your finger in your mouth. You seemed to have a sixth sense to know just when I had managed to regain my focus and then send me another incredibly suggestive photo.

You had worn a wrap dress to work but without the usual vest top underneath, and the photos at your desk as you leant forward were getting my pulse racing. The curve and bulge of your wonderful breasts looked divine, as had the series of pictures that detailed the slow edging up of the hem of your skirt, revealing your toned thighs, slightly spread.

You’d come up in the middle of the morning in to do some (spurious) work at the desk opposite me and it was all I could do not to rip your flimsy clothes from your hot body and take you right there. The way you bent forward flashing an impressive amount of incredible cleavage and slightly licked your lips with your eyes locked on me had made my cock incredibly stiff, so hard it ached for you.

Annoyingly I’d not been able to lunch with you and you’d taken a stroll on the fine summer day. During my meeting I’d received a stream of photos of you sat on a quiet riverbank having your lunch. Your dress had ridden up your toned thigh and the sun glistened on it most alluring. The following photographs dwelt on you edging the hem of your dress higher until I could see the laced edge of your favourite Brazilian knickers and the delicious curves of your amazing ass. As you had planned I was utterly unable to concentrate and was considering taken myself into the toilets and wrapping my hand around my hard, throbbing shaft.

I relented. We had a date later and I wanted to save myself for the wonders that lay ahead of us. We met directly after work and walked to a little French place for something light to eat before we meet N. As we walked you lead the conversation, telling me you’ve been thinking of me all day. You describe how your mind’s been wandering, thinking of my magnificent cock buried deep inside you, how you need to be fucked hard by me soon. You begin to push my buttons, telling me what I want to hear, how you love my come inside you, how good it feels on your body.

I whimper as we get closer, and your talk gets more and more extreme, my cock twitching for you, your hips swinging all the more, your hand brushing me gently. Just as we are about to go in you tell me that you’re looking forward to me plugging your ass soon, maybe tonight, and that you’d left the plug and lube out for me to use when we get back from The Club. You leave me outside, stunned for a moment in sheer lust and love and fervent desire.

I shake myself to, and follow you in. You’re already sat down at the table, a small one in a quiet corner with a thick white tablecloth draped over it. I sit down and order a wine for us both, and some is quickly brought over along with some bread. As I take a sip of the wine I almost splutter at the feel of your foot high on the inside of my thigh. You’d kicked off your sandal and your bare foot edges closer to my still firm cock.

You ask whether I’m ok and smile sweetly as you run the sole of your foot over my throbbing shaft, and make small talk of what you fancy for dinner, enjoying the way I am squirming. Your dress looks amazing on you of course, and you adjust the neck slightly and lean forward, flashing your cleavage at me, my mind instantly imagining my thick come there, covering your breasts gloriously.

The waiter approaches and your foot stills but remains firmly pressed against my cock. I mumble an order, instantly forgetting what it is I have asked for. You take your time, playfully flirting with the waiter a little, knowing full well that I’m in the mood for that to turn me on too. He disappears with our orders and you take you foot down, lean in and smile düzce escort at me. It’s a delicious, beautiful, sexy, dirty smile. You’re enjoying the power you have over me now, my nerves strung out, my cock twitching for you.

You blow me a kiss, the kind of deliciously slutty sexy kiss I love and wiggle off to the toilets taking your bag with you. I sit back and blow out a deep breath trying to regain some composure. My cock aches from being so hard for so long, and my boxers feel damp from where you’ve forced pre-come from my desperate cock.

My phone buzzes with a message from you. I click on it eagerly, careful for it not to be seen by anyone else. You’ve sent me a short video from the bathroom. Having locked the cubicle you’d filmed your hands roaming over your breasts, down your body and then hitching up your skirt. Focussing on your hips you edge down your knickers to show me your smooth, shaved pussy. You slip off your knickers and put them in your bag, take out your remote control vibe and slide it into your wet pussy, before raising the camera up to your beautiful face and blowing me a kiss.

I’m still watching this quite incredible film when you join me back at the table, looking calm and as if you hadn’t sent me one of the most amazing things ever. You ask me if I’m ok, all sweetness and innocence and all I can think of is your delicious cunt, wet and filled and barely a foot away from me. My cock is a twitching, throbbing shaft of pure hardness, ready to fill you utterly, to have the tight warmth of your pussy gripped around it. You ask again, as clearly I had been unable to answer and I mumber a stifle “uh-huh.” You grin, obviously proud of the effect you’re having on me, and as you do you fish out the remote control from your bag and place it on the table between us.

I immediately go to reach for it and you firmly place the tines of your fork against the top of my hand. Your eyes glare at me and my hand stills. Clearly it is not mine to play with at the moment, and I am impressed by your control, and make a note to punish you for this later. Instead, you slide it a little closer to you and turn it on, setting it onto a medium single pulse. It’s silent and so my only way of knowing that it’s working its way inside your warm pussy is the look of building pleasure on your face, the slight increase in colour of your lip and the way you are still gripping the fork firmly.

Our cute waiter approaches, and I fully expect the remote to be hidden. However, a brave brazen B leaves it on the table, squirming in your seat a little. The waiter clearly glances down at it, his eyes lingering a little longer than normal and then holds your gaze for a moment. You stare back, briefly until you shyly look down, biting your lip. God you look hot when you do that, and I’m surprised the waiter doesn’t try to fuck you there and then, I’d not have stopped him.

Instead he goes about his business discreetly, and as he lays out the cutlery and so forth I feel the pressure of your foot once more stroking my ridiculously hard cock. You withdraw your leg, scoot a little closer and lean in, beckoning for me to do the same. You grin mischievously and say “My pussy is so fucking wet and horny for you sir. Should I turn the vibe up a little?”

I nod eagerly, you reach for the remote and turn it up a notch, a slight moan of pleasure coming from your pretty mouth. You lips are parted, and you roll your tongue around them slightly. I have no idea whether this is subconscious or whether you’re teasing me but I can’t help but stare and imagine my cock parting those lips and sliding into your willing, skilfull mouth. You pick up my hand and begin to trace light kisses over my fingers, looking lustfully as you dart your tongue over them. Reading my mind you draw two of them into your mouth, taking them slowly deeper until they are enwrapped in the moist warmth of your mouth. It feel so amazing,and your teeth begin to clamp down in my soft flesh as your climax approaches.

For a second I can’t believe that you’re going to come for me, sat in a restaurant, your pussy stuffed with a remote control vibe, sucking my fingers as if they were my cock. The sheer brazen horniness of it is incredible, and utterly arousing. I notice you shuddering a little and realise your other hand is working your clit through your dress.

It only takes a little pressure to push you over the edge and you gasp and moan slightly as you come. My hand naturally muffles you, and you try to come as quietly as you can. There is something incredibly hot watching you steal an orgasm like this, and I love the fact that the fact you couldn’t really let go means you’ll be even more voracious later, when I have you at my mercy.

Your climax is over quickly, you kiss the tips of my fingers and turn the vibe off, smiling a little shyly, the brazenness having left you for now. I lean forward and whisper in your ear “You’re such a good girl B.”

You grin, dipping your head, blushing slightly. “I edirne escort try to please you Sir.” you reply, and somehow you manage to make my cock stiffen even further.

We chat, loving each other’s company, time flying by as it always does when we’re together. The food arrives, is eaten and cleared away in what feels like moments. For once I don’t mind that time is rushing past us as I am very keen to get you to The Club, into a room and make you scream as loud as you can into the hand clamped over your mouth. I grin staring adoringly and lustfully at you, the rest of the world out of focus and unimportant. We leave, hail a taxi and head to N all in an absolute daze.

The journey sees a turning point in the evening. The fresh air walking to the taxi has provided me with a semblance of self control and as time in my company has worn on the brazenness has left you and your natural submissive state has begun to reassert itself stronger than ever. We speak in low tones in the taxi, my voice low and a little threatening, yours soft and quiet.

“Did you enjoy teasing me B?”

“Yes Sir. I mean no. I mean did it please you Sir?” You say hesitantly. I smile as I know you are back in my thrall.

“I did…but I’m afraid such behaviour has consequences.” I pause but you wait for me to continue. “You do understand that don’t you B?”

You hang your head, submissive and supplicant “Yes Sir.”

“And what are those consequences B?” I ask this to probe how submissive you. A decisive or suggestive answer means you’re playing along at the moment.

“I don’t know Sir, whatever you think is appropriate”. The right answer, said softly and genuinely, giving me your whole, totally and without question. It is by far the sexiest and hottest thing that you have done that evening. I pause, allowing the words to hang there, enjoying the way they sounded, the effect it has on my heart and my rapidly stiffening cock.

“Good girl B.”

I hold you close to me, possessively, until the taxi draws up to The Club. I pay the driver, open the door and let you in closing the door behind me swiftly. We walk through into the bar area, confident in our surroundings, my eyes immediately alight on N, sitting on a high stool at the bar. It had been a few weeks since we’d seen her, not even having had the opportunity to Skype again, since her master had banned it after last time.

She looked great, wearing a tight black leather skirt, thin black vest and black leather jacket. Her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail offering up her neck and ears to your soft kisses. I glanced at you, instantly loving the way your face lights up as you drink her in. I grin too, thinking hot and bad-ass she looks and how I’m very pleased to have paid a bit extra in order to guarantee a specific room for tonight.

I’m eager and so take you both by the hand and lead you away from the bar and to the curtained doorway. We’re greeted by a member of staff there who had been expecting us, and they escort us down a further corridor, stopping at the eighth door. Turning and bowing slightly he leaves us, I motion for you to open the door and head in. You pause, nervous at what may behind the door and every muscle in your body wants to turn and run. Your steady yourself, swallow deeply and turn the handle.

You open the door slowly and really only walk in because N and I were right behind you walking in. Whereas the room we’d been in before had been creams and soft golds, with a anteroom to get changed in, this was a single large room, dimly lit, gloomy almost with dark shadowy corners and crevices. Overridingly the colour of the room was a dull grey, with shards of silver and chrome glinting in the scant available light. The whole room had a feel of being an industrial basement somewhere remote, somewhere from which escape is impossible.

I shut the thick heavy door behind us and slide the large mortise lock, dropping it in place with a resounding, definitive clank. Even with my back turned I command authoritatively “Take control of our captive N, I do not wish her to escape.”

As I turn I hear a slight scuffle and your delicious shriek of delight and fear escaping you as N roughly pushes you hard up against one of the large robust concrete pillars through the room. Her hands are locked through your arms behind your back, and with her shoulder planted into your spine forcing you up against the cold, rough concrete pillar. The scene is quite magnificent and I knew that I was going to enjoy reasserting my dominance over you, and showing N just how wonderfully responsive you could be to my torturous attention.

Glancing around the room I spot a pair of leather cuffs with a sturdy metal chain running clipped to the metal d loops on each one. I unclip the chain and swiftly buckle them onto your still restrained wrists. I then walk to the other side of the pillar and pull your arms either side of the rough pillar, reattaching the chain. You are now firmly attached to the pillar elazığ escort and N slowly lets go. With her now free hands she firmly, possessively ran them over your restrained body, dwelling on your vulnerable neck.

With her hand now squeezing your cheek N takes your earlobe in her mouth and uses her teeth on its soft flesh, sawing and squeezing much to your pleasure. As she works on your ear I cast around for one of the few toys we’ve never used, and grin as close to where the cuffs were I spy another set of cuffs for your ankles and a robust metal bar attached to them. Perfect. I buckle the first cuff to your left ankle and push your right leg to spread wide enough to attach to the other end of the pole. You try to comply but the dress prevents you spreading your legs far enough for me.

N has been watching intently, reaches down and firmly hitches up your skirt, exposing your bare ass and allowing me to spread your legs wide, buckle on the second cuff to your ankle, then attaching the spreader bar. The curve of your ass drew an appreciative ‘mmmmm’ from N and she ran her hand over the delicious flesh. I stood behind you, my bulging cock desperate to be released from my trousers. Instead my hand joined N caressing you as I described how you’d behaved in the restaurant.

N interrupted a few times to make me repeat certain details and I took great delight in her clearly aroused body language. As I concluded N stated “Well, it seems to me like B needs to be shown who’s in charge.” and I knew that your heart would be racing even as you cringed. “I think you should drive that big cock of yours into her right now until she’s begging for forgiveness.”

I hardly needed a second invitation and unzipped my trousers, levered out my shaft and drove it hard into your wet pussy. You squealed in shock as I impaled you on my cock with such force. The moans quickly moved to pleasure as I drove myself deep into you again and again. You’d been as wound up as I had been in the restaurant and your stifled climax had only made you hungrier for a hard fucking. My powerful thighs bulged with the effort of driving my cock deep inside you over and over.

With nothing to grip onto, shackled to the pillar and your legs unavoidably spread wide you could do nothing but take the pounding I was giving you. You tried your best to push back a little but eventually gave up and leaned against the cold sharp concrete as my fingers bit into your hips and my pelvis smashes into you. You’re lost in the rhyming hammering of my cock filling you utterly, and barely notice N’s hands snaking over you and starting to firmly work your hard clit.

It was all you needed to drive you over the brink. You start shuddering and screaming with delight as N works your clit hard, her hand a rough blur. I redouble my efforts, ploughing into your sweet pussy harder and faster. You tighten around my cock, shake and come hard, losing yourself in the powerful orgasm. My thrusts do not relent, I continue pumping my hard shaft into your spasming pussy as N eases off on your clit slightly.

I’m close to my climax, can feel the wonderful ball of energy and pleasure build. Your tight pussy squeezes around the bulging head of my cock and I grip your hips even harder as impale myself into you. I pull my wet cock out of you just as I twitch to my climax. Thick ropes of come spill over your amazing ass, coating your pussy and a. I swear loudly, grateful at the release of pent up tension.

I pull further away from you, my cock still stiff despite my climax. I admire the wonderful sight of my come glistening over your spectacular ass. My hand caresses your hip before running over a thick trail of sticky come and smoothing it into your skin. N smiles and walks over to a set of metal shelves, picks up something small from the top shelf and returns with a gleam in her eye. All of this is done behind your back, and the sound of footsteps as my hand caresses you is driving you wild.

Silently N shows me the palm of her hand. Filling it is an exquisitely shaped plug, with a large purple jewel stopper. It’s just the size you liked, big enough to feel full but not overly painful. My grin let’s N know she’s picked well. She ran the tip of the plug over you ass and through my slick come, and I watch captivated as she begins to cover the sides of the plug with its slippery wetness. She runs over your pussy, just about fucking you with it, enough to make you mew with pleasure and desire for more. You were so wonderfully responsive the N couldn’t help herself and slid two fingers into your freshly fucked pussy and started a slow thrust. Her fingers curled to work your gspot and you pleadingly encouraged a firmer rhythm, rocking your hips backwards.

Instead N kept the same pace and slowly edged the plug into come covered a. You gasp and arch your back as she slid it in, my come proving to be an effective lube. With a firm movement the head of the plug was inside you, the purple stopper looking amazing against your pale skin. Your initial shock had now disappeared and the fullness of your ass makes N’s fingers inside you feel all the better. Your hips rock more keenly, trying to force her fingers deeper into you as my hand ran over your ass one last time before I walked around the pillar and stood imposingly in your eye line.