D/s, double penetration, anal

This evening, I’m drawn to the nightclub in the neighborhood. I exchanged my friend Alan’s shorts and tee shirt for a short black lycra dress, then shaved my legs so smooth that the tan skin seems to glow by the evening light. And taking my hair from the clasp I’ve worn all day, I shake it out so it flies about my face, bringing out the savage beast inside me. As I do, a delicious wave of lust saturates my veins. A little makeup for my eyes—which I hardly ever wear—and pearls dangling from my ears, I figure that’s enough.

Rico’s nightclub is swarming with bodies moving rhythmically to the beat of his music blaring through the sound system. He kisses me when I enter.
"Haven’t seen you in ages, Clarise." I kiss him back and smile while he pats my butt. "Maybe after midnight we can take a break?"

"Sure," I say as I move on. If there’s no one else, Rico will do.

Gliding through a swarm of arms, and thighs, and dancing asses, I get bumped, then start dancing with a blond-haired fellow who’s more sweet than sexy. After one dance, I give him a kiss on the cheek and move on, looking for someone—as though I know who that someone is. I haven’t a clue. I’m just waiting out tonight’s finale, engaging in some wishful thinking.

I don’t remember when I stop dancing. I don’t remember much at all inside all this noise. It leaves me dizzy after several hours, so I move to the back of the club and find Rico at his office door, looking at the impossible crowd as dollar signs register in his brown eyes.
"Place is crazy!" I exclaim.

"Yeah," he smirks happily. He stares at my breasts, which seem to rise from the top of my dress with the cleavage line jiggling as I walk. "I have a friend who would enjoy you, Clarise. That’s if you’re interested."

"Not you?" I am surprised.

"Maybe," he says with the look of a voyeur in his eyes. "I might just hang around and see what happens."

He has me curious; and moving behind him, I peer inside his office, seeing Tony, the same sexy guy I met in the cigar shop this afternoon, sitting on the sofa.
"Clarise," he says with the same crotch-warming smile that breathed such life in me this afternoon.
"You?" I’m stunned.

"Me, yes."

"You knew I’d be here?"

He flashes a grin at Rico, which makes me wonder what these two have schemed. I’m in the dark—though not the kind of dark to be afraid of. It’s just that it doesn’t make sense.

"I knew what Rico told me," he says obliquely.

"And how did he know I’d be here?"

Tony shrugs innocently.

Rico’s hand is at my back, launching me past the doorway with firm fingers, and I stumble forward.
The stud on the couch with the great, grand smile has me drowning in him, pussy clenching in expectation, body full and ready, the green go-light signaling me onward. Sure of myself, I drop to my knees—yes, I dropped to my knees in Alan’s shower only hours ago—and I’m here again serving a man slavishly engaged.

That man, Tony, sits with such ease, hands on thighs, looking at me crawl to him as though he sees this every day.

"Clarise, you are a slut," he remarks with amazement.

"You just guessed I was?" I say tongue-in-cheek. I swagger his way on all fours until I’m at his feet, staring at the polished Italian loafers and the soft brown socks above.

He doesn’t answer; but instead, clutches at my hair with fingers winding through the curls. It’s a gesture repeated by every man I’m with. My hair is the one mesmerizing feature I can rely on. But Tony, with the matinee idol physique, stares at what he sees, genuinely fascinated by these crazy, untamed ringlets.

"Come here," he whispers. He wants me closer still, so I inch up the sofa like a skulking cat and straddle his lap. I can’t believe I’m this far inside his private spaces, lap dancing with my pussy pressed against his groin. Feeling his erection begin to pulse, I sense my pussy emitting cream. I’ll soil his pants, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He has his hands around me, and I lean back so I can better admire his face. I’d take it home and mount it on the wall, and tell all my friends I really fucked this god-like guy, Grecian, Roman, doesn’t matter which kind of god. He’ll do. He will never lose the power to stun me.

By now, my skirt’s so high that the pink thong underneath winks at him when he peers down watching me wiggle on his cock. Grinning, he runs his hand along the slip of cotton, and I start to gasp as his index finger gently lifts the edge and burrows underneath—tenderly. Little heat-seeking missile, that finger. When he pulls it out, it will be drenched with me, and I’ll lick it dry with my tongue while the look of him infects my body with a deeper lust.

I’m gone, in a pre-orgasmic tide of pleasure. One shock of tremors replaces the one before. They come in great breakers and move downward through me, settling where my wet crotch moves lazily to the beat of music behind this night.

"Want to cum, Clarise?" he asks while caressing the syllables of my name, making it sound much sexier than it is.

"Hummm, yes," I’m thinking dreamily.

"Then, you’ll do me as I want you."

"That would be my pleasure."

"In your ass, Clarise," he says with his voice turning more seriously resonant. "Because that’s the only way I’ll have you. In your ass, while Rico’s in your cunt." He strokes my face, pushing off a wavy lock of hair with the tenderness of a long-term lover caressing away a minor worry.

My cunt squeezes its reply and I whisper simply, "Whatever you want."

That decided, his hands take charge as though they own me, sliding like silk along my skin, pressing my breasts with force. My head drops lazily back as I breathe him into me.

While my empty cunt grinds on his pants, Tony pushes the shoulders of my black dress down to bare my tits; then he dives forward with nose and tongue deep into the perspiring no man’s land between the mounds. This could be all I need. If I rocked long enough inside this blissful feeling, I might cum without that cock. But I do want him; I want them both. With that my inspiration, I hold back.

Moving to his feet with me in tow, Tony has Rico slip down on his couch. Already naked, his familiar male member waves at me erectly, as though it’s saying hello. I’m tempted to smile thinking this is some joke. But I know better as soon as Tony shoves me over my nightclub friend.

Settling into the warmth of him, his aroma is recognizable, and his cock is almost comforting. Been some time—years I think since I had two like this in one night. Frankly, I can’t remember when it happened last. The recollection of a New Year’s party two years ago floats back into my conscious brain. Then the memory leaves again and I concentrate on the deliciously Latin Rico moving slowly in my cunt.

From the corner of my eyes, I see my Adonis strip off his clothes. Suit coat, pants, socks and shirt fall around the room like new decorations.

Not many men are better looking naked than they are clothed. But this one is. His face is only a beginning. I wonder if he wouldn’t have made a bigger fortune selling this package of muscled manliness to porn producers.

But as much as I adore him, I note the admirable size of his erection and wonder if it will fit inside me. His immensity makes me shudder—where the hell is this going to fit? Still, I’m persuaded to continue as Tony makes it his foremost project to make sure I’m ready, pushing me down on Rico’s torso so I’m laying on him chest to chest. Crouching at my behind, Tony’s hand feels its way along the cleft to the rosette opening of my back door. At the moment, his target is clenched tight; but as he pleases it with his mouth, I feel that appalling instant of primal delight as the tip of his tongue invades that darkness. I remember that I washed myself before I went out tonight, glad I did, glad that my privates smell of roses and taste of cinnamon. I hope he likes the flavor, if he even bothers to notice. (I love men who think those are my natural tastes and smells). The deeper he probes the more my body spirals downward—my cunt becoming more wet, my desire more profound. Then my bottom begins to move on its own with Rico groaning to go faster, and Tony searching for even more response from me.

He slaps my ass, going back and forth from one cheek to the other while my hair swings in the same erratic rhythm. Having made the nether hole slick, it’s no longer Tony’s tongue breaching the clenched barrier, but fingers, two, then three long digits poking as far as they will go into my darkness, until that darkness opens wide, and the muscles release, and he’s ready to make me wider still.

I cringe. Every time a cock hits my ass, I shudder, nakedly revealing how much I long for the raunchy fuck. Sometimes when I’m taken in my ass, I think I see stars within my eyes—or colors you can’t find on earth; and I’m being transported to another world. Perhaps I’m another being altogether, someone unlike myself. Or maybe, I’m just me, all me, all hundred and thirty pounds of five-foot two flesh, packed in gloriously smooth skin, having arrived on this planet as a ribald joke from another century—or at least another decade—where making love like this was nothing but fun and never political. I don’t want to think about how I got here, or why.

As Tony’s cock crashes the party through my back channel, I’m screaming. I don’t care who’s listening at Rico’s door, or who’s walking in to see a slut like me screwed two ways, black dress bunched around my waist, one man in my cunt, the other reaming my ass.

While Tony doesn’t hurt me, his significant girth stretches me wide. I can’t imagine being more wild, or crying louder, or any more demanded of me. All this cock makes me think they’re sword fighting, stabbing and poking my interiors at all angles. I’m hanging on as though my life were on the line. So much for concentration or being sane. I can do nothing but float with these capricious rhythms and hold on.

Minutes pass. Tony’s more demanding, doing a serious probing of my anal regions. I almost think his dick expands the more it surges in my belly. When he cums, I’m cumming too, bearing down so hard that Rico begins to cry in deep, wistful, guttural groans.

"Oh, yes, yes, yesssss………" is about all I can say, though this hissing expletive is hardly enough considering all I feel.

Rent apart, I wonder if I’ve been split in half. And when the two pricks dwindle down as spent cocks do, they withdraw, leaving me filled with cream, but feeling empty.

Tony’s dick hangs loose, though it’s still half-erect as if I could put my lips to it and have it alive again. Since Rico’s is entirely spent, I focus on Tony, on the dark hair that covers the tan, and the way his cock now arches slightly before the head points toward the ground. While still straddling Rico’s hips, I bring that lovely penis to my lips and taste my residue, finding that taste pleasant—certainly not cinnamon. To my delight, however, there’s definitely the fragrance of roses on his cock—perhaps just nestled in his pubic hair—a little bit of me to leave with him until he washes it away.

"I hope you’ll bring cigars to me again," Tony says as he searches for his clothes. "You brighten the office."

"I do?"

He nods. Sincere appreciation in his eyes, and another look of adoration.

Who am I kidding? He adores every woman he meets. I’m not sure men this physically perfect are really meant to be serious with women—rather, they’re little packages of pleasure to dream about, and, if you’re lucky, fuck once; and if you’re really lucky, fuck twice. I can’t imagine more than that. I had my dreamboat in my ass, which was perfectly all right with me.

I don’t stay long. Feeling as though a mallet and a scouring wind have hallowed me out, there’s nothing to say, no way to yet to inspect my feelings. I’ll limp home, take a taxi I think. Put my bike in Rico’s back room, and get it some time tomorrow—but only after I’ve laid around a while wishing this would happen again.


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