Club Fatale, Pt. 9 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 9

... about my pleasure. “Hold her...” I breathed, aroused beyond anything in my life. “Hold her... oh, fuck... yes... hold her tight... oh, fuck, I’m inside... oh, fuck... you simply can’t believe how she feels... I’ve never been so tight... I’ve never been so deep... I’ve never been in there... oh, god... she moves... oh, god, how she moves...” Charlie writhed against my penetration. She gasped hard, raggedly, far too out of breath to be able to scream from the pain. And through it all, Devon floated before my vision. She was so sweet, to hold Charlie steady for me like that. She was such a lady to understand my desires the way she did. No, she didn’t just understand them. She shared them. I couldn’t help but imagine her in Charlie’s place. Were she, I knew, she would do her best to pleasure me. My dear and sweet Devon would never be such a fucking bitch about it. I pulled out -- slid into the next socket. “Fuck yes...” I said as I went in deep. There was no movement this time -- just the warm, unbelievable tightness. “Push...” I grunted to Devon. “Push... Give her to me... Fuck her brains onto me...!” Devon did as she was told, blinking away tears. In the coming years, I would remember it as the last time she ever cried. Together, we took Charlie between us. Devon pushed hard -- slid and twisted -- ground Charlie upon me, sending waves of pleasure rocketing through me. We stared at each other in lust, and I cried out -- and came hard. For a long moment after, all I could see ...

... were Devon’s beautiful eyes and the last soft tear rolling away. I reached down and grabbed the hair, took the head from Devon and dropped the expended girl. I stepped out and extended my hand. Devon took it and I helped her out of the tub. She stood before me -- a slim goddess -- a ravishing lady of beauty, refinement and taste. I had never before seen her like. “Kneel, slave,” I ordered, harshly, “and suck my cock clean.” Without complaint, she complied, and for several long minutes I watched as her beautiful eyes and bloody mouth caressed me. And when she was finished, every spot of blood, every streak of come, every fleck of brains on my cock went into Devon’s mouth and down her throat. When I was cleaned she gave voice to throaty words: “Please... how shall I please you now, master?” I held fast to her black tresses, brushed the head of my cock upon her red lips. “Ready her for disposal. I’ll return soon.” -- Silently, I entered the darkened chamber, watched as my prey turned out the lights, extinguishing all illumination but the candles scattered about the room. The raven-haired woman was dressed in her best black corset and fishnets, spiked high-heels and choker necklace. Her heels clicked on the floor. Her breasts jiggled and the silver choker looked very inviting around her slender neck. I stalked her slowly, coming up behind her silently and seizing her. I threw Angelique to the table, pulled her hands behind her and secured them with plastic flexcuffs. She struggled, ...