The Diamond Club (21 page)

I began to slowly slide his cock down my throat when suddenly George grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my face with an aggressiveness I didn’t know he had. Finally this meek little lamb was getting into the game. After he blew a load down my throat it was time for mommy to get hers. Things were progressing so quickly I was still wearing most of my clothes. George didn’t waste any time tearing them off of me and throwing them to the side. My panties were so wet they stuck to the wall. I threw George to the ground and sat on his face. He licked me, slowly at first. I was moaning uncontrollably. as I got louder he got more aggressive. While he was sucking on my clitoris, I lost control.

My orgasm made me so weak I fell over onto the floor. George quickly climbed on top of me inserting his cock in my still quivering vagina. I had never felt so full. I had never felt so alive. I just kept staring at his wonderfully sculptured body as his hips gyrated and his penis was ravaging my pussy. In and out, in and out. I let out a moan that the whole building could hear. No mistaking that sound everyone who heard it knew what it meant. My second orgasm left me entranced. At that moment the building could have exploded and I would not have heard it. George was skilled but it was time for me to take the wheel. I threw him off of me and climbed on top of him. I pounded him like punching bag. He grabbed my ass with a vice like grip pulling me down on him harder with each successive stroke.

I let out another moan. This one was much quieter than the last. I was so breathless. My chest was heaving as I struggled to take in oxygen. I managed to get on all fours and George grabbed a handful of my hair and started plowing me in the ass. George knew how to fuck a woman in the ass. Not all of them do. There is an art to it that cannot easily be articulated but when done right anal sex is heavenly. My last orgasm left me unconscious.

I awoke to find myself naked by the front door of an empty hotel room. I couldn’t believe we barely made it into the room. I managed to find my clothes but they were shredded and useless. My panties were still stuck to the wall, a little gift I will leave for the cleaning crew. I took a shower and put on a hotel robe and left. As I walked through the lobby I overheard someone whisper “walk of shame.” If they only knew what happened last night, they would know my wearing a robe was not evidence of a walk of shame but a badge of honor.

The Nautilus Dives Deep

“I really ought to cut down on the Diamond Club” I thought to myself “if I keep doing this, I’m bound to get a reputation as a skank!”. However, the thought of leaving the Diamond Club for good left me with a feeling of emptiness. “Oh Diamond Club I just can’t seem to quit you.”. However, I decided I should take a break from that heavenly realm, if only for one night. Tonight I’m in the mood for barbecue! Fortunately there was a place that had great ribs across the street from the Diamond Club. “Surely I could avoid going to that palace of pleasure for just one night.” I told myself.

The barbecue place was small and nearly empty which was good because there were no tables, just a counter with stools facing the window which happened to be facing the Diamond Club. I ordered a half rack of the sweat, salty tang ribs off the menu which came with corn bread and greens.

Sitting down I noticed a man beside me. How had I not noticed him when I first arrived? He wore an interesting jacket with polished brass buttons which reminded me of the Sgt. Pepper cover.

“Hi I’m Donaldson” he said extending his salty tang covered hand “Donaldson Swan.”

“Nice to meet you I’m Brianna Young” I replied biting into a steaming rib.

“That club across the street,” inquired Donaldson gesturing out the window to the luxury lounge beyond, “have you ever been?”

“Why yes. That’s the Diamond Club. You might say I’ve been,” I said with a knowing smile.

“Well then, you must be someone who seeks adventure.” His voice got suddenly serious and intense “Do you seek adventure?”

He asked, gazing at me. I turned to meet his intense gaze. He had rib sauce on his cheek.

In a flash of impulse, my response was to put my hands on either side of Donaldson’s face and proceed to lick the rib sauce from his cheek. There was a brief moment of tension as Donaldson tried to process what had happened. Finally he laughed and replied “I can see that you do enjoy adventure Ms. Young. Adventure indeed.”

We both laughed and enjoyed another bite of rib.

Donaldson’s laughter ended abruptly again as his intense seriousness returned. “You know, I live just a few blocks from here.”

Donaldson said “I’ve been working on something I’m sure you’ll find impressive.”. We packaged up the remainder of our ribs and hailed a taxi.

At first glance I didn’t see what was so impressive about Donaldson’s apartment. It was small, sparsely decorated with a purely functional, Ikea look to it. Then Donaldson lead me into what he called, “the Nautilus room.”. It was straight out of a Jules Verne novel, polished brass, copper and mahogany covered every surface. Vacuum tubes and steam pipes converged toward a kind of typewriter with rounded keys. “This is my computer ALICE” said Donaldson gesturing to the elaborate device. Then he motioned over to a booth-like structure in the corner. Vapors from what appeared to be dry ice wafted from its entrance. “This is my crono chamber.” he said enthusiastically. I was speechless.

Donaldson cranked a very large lever which caused a clothes rack to emerge from the wall and slide towards the center of the room. The rack was full of womens clothing from the victorian age. “Fancy a little role play?” he asked. I smiled and selected a dress off the rack that reminded me of the main character from Gone With The Wind. Donaldson showed me a curtain where I could change and I promptly got started. As I stood there, struggling to stuff my ample bosom into the tight bodice, I wondered if Donaldson had perhaps rigged this room up with cameras. The thought excited me and I sexually put on the remainder of my outfit with a little extra swagger, showing off for the hypothetical cameras. Once finished I posed in front of a nearby mirror. I looked so sexy in that outfit, I was beginning to turn myself on. I emerged from the curtain to an empty room. Donaldson was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly the entrance to the crono chamber lit with a purple glow. There was a loud noise like the winding down of engines. Someone emerged from the crono chamber with what looked like a brass diving outfit. The figure removed his helmet to reveal the striking good looks of Donaldson Swan.

“Greetings” he said “I’ve just arrived from the planet Venus. I’m here to observe and partake in your strange Earth culture.”

“Well” I said with a wicked smile “let me show you how we say ‘hello’ on planet earth.” I sauntered over to Donaldson and pressed my body against his.

I slid her hands over his uniform until it rested on his tightening crotch. I could feel a clasp which released a hinge. The contraption suddenly fell away releasing his ample manhood. It was rigged and throbbing, anxious to be formally welcomed to my inviting planet. I gently brushed my hand over Donaldson’s engorged trouser troll, his chest quivered in anticipation.

My hands now grasping his stiffened rod I said “On behalf of planet Earth I welcome you and hope you’ll enjoy your MvmmVp”. The end of my sentence was muffled by his rock hard penis. As my tongue caressed the underside of his mushroom headed meatsicle, his body shivered as he resisted climax. Sensing his recovery, I thrust his entire horse cock down my willing throat. He shivered with climax once again, so I took charge and pressed my vulcan nerve pinch firmly towards the base of his shaft.

“Shhh,” I whispered “take it easy. Not yet.”

He recovered and ripped at my bodice freeing my bouncing melons. Then he picked me up, sat me on top of ALICE’s keyboard and was inside me within seconds. With each thrust we could hear the clatter of typing. Our rigorous pounding was producing literary greatness. With one last thrust the keys jammed and we both shivered with ecstasy. Donaldson pulled away his purple headed womb ferret and released his life giving man gravy all over my beautiful dress and glistening chest.

“How’s that for adventure?” Asked Donaldson triumphantly. “Adventure indeed” I replied playfully licking at some sweet salty tang.

A Friendly Shack

I never thought I’d find myself in the back room of a Radio Shack again. I had gotten a note from one of Roman’s people and I came here for the new Nexus phone. The particulars of the account had been loaded onto my iPhone back at the Diamond Club. Now, here I am.

The place smelled of old panelling and dust. Jeez, doesn’t anyone have cleaners anymore? Two men stood in the open room. Blonde hair, probably 50, and dark hair, late 50s, at least. They stood tall and I could tell immediately that they loved their work.

“I need the new Nexus.”

“Um… it’s not available just yet. There’s some lawsuit.” The blonde was tall. He had kind eyes. I’ll bet he was a surfer back in his day. Robert, said his name tag.

“We can’t sell her one yet, Bob,” said the other man. God. Blue eyes.

Bob turned and strode toward the back door. Awesome walk for an older guy. I lit off after him and caught him once he was thru the door.

“Miss, you can’t…” I reached up and kissed him. Not a smoker, thank god. Bob leaned to bring me in. Ready to go, Bob? He dug his fingers into my hair, then stroked as I undid the buttons of his shirt. He stepped back and pulled off the shirt.

Jeez, nice body. He smiled a friendly smile and steppped close again. I wrapped my arms around him and he enveloped me, kissing my face and neck. My hands worked his belt and zipper. Jeez, he popped out a healthy dong. I leaned in and kissed it. Bob’s fingers dug into my hair again. I filled my hand with his wand and planted kisses across his chest. Then, I leaned back, brought up my left leg and let him glide into me.

I settled back onto a stack of boxes, relaxing as they took my weight, then Bob’s weight, then the force of Bob’s thrusts as he pressed, then pounded, then pummeled my pussy. Jeez, he had me trembling already. I…

“I’ve got such a weird boner!”

Bob barely turned his attention when the other man blurted out, standing in the doorway.

“Come here. Let me see,” I said.

The door shut behind him and he walked toward us. Bob was still humping me like he was on another planet. I brought out my hand and touched his torso. He was surprisingly firm. I looked at his name tag. Gordon. Not too many of those these days. Gordon’s weird boner throbbed against his slacks. He pulled down his pants without even loosening his belt. Jeez. Boxers. Gordon’s weird boner wasn’t all that weird. I said so.

“It isn’t the shape, my dear. It’s the motivation.”

“Motivation?” I sais as I came to Bob’s boning.

“I’m just not used to seeing Bob like this. You’re quite cute.”

“I’m more than cute.” and I took the not-weird boner into my mouth. Gordon’s pretty blue eyes drifted around the room and his hands reached out, almost like a zombie until he found my breast. I sucked him down and held his balls, then let him back off. His other hand brushed thru his salt and pepper hair. Gordon had a nice smile, too.

“Have you guys seen UPS Lou? I got a Hoop Store full of nothing if…”

The tall Brunette’s eyes bugged as she realized what she was looking at. A lavender tendril fell across her handsome face. I kept eye contact with her while I nibbled Gordon’s head. Jeez, this thing’s gotten bigger. Bigger is better.

“Hey, Mirelle. No UPS yet.” Each syllable was a thrust. I was gooey. Liquid. I eyed the woman and she moved thru the door, mouth still agape.

“Would you mind kissing me? Mirelle?”

Mirelle glided across the room and kissed me full on the mouth. Smoker. I suddenly went from liquid to lava. I groped Mirelle’s breast and she mine. I squeezed Gordon’s wonderdongg and gave him another suck. Mirelle kissed my neck and pushed my blouse away from my breast. She was sucking on my nipple. Bob consistently balled me. My lava brain on fire. I came again.

“She-it. Lookit what these white people doin’” There were three black men standing in the doorway, moving around, slapping hands. I gave Gordon another slurp while Bob never missed a thrust.

Mirrelle looked at the situation. Her eyes and body language sopke their own truth. I could see this woman at the Diamond Club. This might be her audition.

“What are you guys looking for?” Mirelle brushed that lavender lock out of her face and stepped towards the three. They smiled at her, still watching me. She went to her knees, hands on their crotches, their packages growing in anticipation.

Bob moaned, popped out of me and came in a rainbow arc.

“Whew. This is the phone you want, miss, but it’s got cum on it. Now it’s been modified, I can get one for you.” He took the box and left for the front. One of the black guys, his pole evident, moved to my soaked quim. No art here. He plunged in and pile-drived my hole. Jeez. Awesome. I kept sucking on Gordon’s cocksaurus and he finally came, flooding my mouth. A second throb coated by bare tit. Gordon smiled at me, nodded and left for the front.

Mirelle and I were left with the black guys and they were having a great morning. each of them thrust and pumped into each of us. I lost track of who was where; we were never introduced. Sometimes, anonymous sex was just fine. Mirelle joined me on my stack of phone boxes. We shared sucking one long dark bone while the other two filled our pussies. Jeez. Mirelle might already be a pro.

We all fucked in the stock room until some clock chimed the hour. The guys started coming, each man-tube trembling like in an earthquake. Mirelle and I were covered in white gravy and the men left to make their purchases. I held Mirelle for a while, kissing cum from her collarbone. We stood and straightened our dresses. I think I’ll have to retire this one. I gave Mirelle a card for the Diamond Club, asking her to come around.

We left the back room together. The UPS man was entering the Radio Shack. The black guys were already gone, and Bob and Gordon smiled at us. Mirelle slid up to the delivery man and he smiled. Mirelle might be taking more than hoops next door. I signed the slip and Bob handed me the phone.