Jaheim
Eight years ago…
I find the masochist area; it didn't take me long cuz of all the screams coming from behind the doors. I peek my head inside a few, but it's the fifth one that holds my attention enough for me to enter.
A young, blonde woman, on her knees, is being face fucked by a guy in his late forties, fifties? She's dressed as a maid, so I'm thinking this is some kinda role play scene that's being acted out, or at least someone’s fantasy is being fulfilled.
Whatever the fuck this is, it makes my dick hard watching.
I join the other spectators in here and lean against the wall to watch the show. Taking a closer look, I notice handprints on the woman's face and breasts, and nipple clamps swinging back and forth with the force of his thrusts down her throat.
The woman's eyes are streaming, and every time she tries to moan, he silences it. He's packing, too, and despite his age, his stamina is up there, and his body muscular.
He pulls her hair and she slaps his thigh, but he just forces himself deeper into her mouth, and that’s when her hand disappears between her thighs, under her skirt, and she begins to pleasure herself.
The men and women around me are fixated on the scene before us, some are even stroking their dicks and pussies, their faces reddened and their grunts and moans adding to the experience.
But I ain’t about to get my dick out in front of all these people. I wouldn’t wanna put the men to shame.
A woman, maybe in her mid-thirties, enters the room and begins to scan the men and women who watch, but then her gaze meets mine and I see her smile before she saunters over to me, swinging her thick hips with each step. She’s wearing a dark green dress, thigh length, that matches her mask and high heels, and has curly brown hair and full lips, painted a deep red.
She reaches me and leans into my ear on her tiptoes. “Wanna get a room?”
She smells good, and she's clean; I can smell the lavender bubble bath on her and the shampoo in her hair, too.
“Sure.”
She takes me by the hand and leads me to an unoccupied room with various pieces of furniture inside. Benches, swings, harnesses, even couches. There are also several whips, canes, and paddles hanging on the wall.
She stands in front of me and pushes my jacket off my shoulders. “Wanna spank me first, gorgeous?”
“Whatever you want.”
She smiles. “Oooh, I like you already.” She walks over to the wall and returns with a wooden paddle. “Use this, and hard. Alternate the slaps and try to catch my pussy with the baubles on the end. That shit makes me hot.”
I nod as I take it from her, wondering if she can tell I’m new at this shit.
She turns away and bends over one of the benches. “Whenever you're ready.”
I go over and lift her dress up to her hips. She’s wearing a pair of lace French panties. “Panties on or off?”
“On. For now.”
I hold the paddle in my right hand, and then I strike her round ass, making sure I don’t use too much force.
“Fuck!” she bites out. “Oh, yeah. That’s it, Baby. Nice and hard.”
I spank her again on her other ass cheek, and she moans. I don’t feel like I’m hitting her that hard, but her skin is already marked. And the sight of it makes my dick harder.
I spank her a few more times and then reposition the paddle in my hand so I can hit those little balls on the end against her pussy. She moans louder this time, telling me how good it feels, but I can already tell from the way her panties are wet and the scent of her arousal fills the air.
I don’t know how many times I strike her, but it’s only when her ass is completely red, does she ask me to stop.
She turns around, her face flushed. “You ready to fuck my mouth now?”
I nod.
“You don’t say much, do you? That’s okay. I know exactly what you need.” She pulls me over to one of the couches and pushes me down onto it before getting to her knees and freeing my dick from my pants.
“Damn, Baby. I knew you’d be big, but this…” She strokes my length. “This is a beauty. Oh, we gonna have some fun with this. I’m gonna blow your mind.”
Hell, I hope so.
She wraps her lips around the head and sucks while stroking my balls. “Mmmm,” she moans, slipping me further inside her warmth. She bobs her head and fingers herself at the same time, surprising me when she cums, sucking hard all the way through it.
I rest back, but she demands I pull her hair, so I grab a handful and begin to fuck her mouth, being careful not to hurt her. Yeah, I wanna make this good for me, but I wanna make it good for her, too.
I ain’t an asshole.
She sucks good as fuck; she has more experience than the girls I’m used to dealing with, and cuz I ain’t cum for so long, it don’t take much to get me off.
She swallows my cum, and it’s a lot, but she doesn’t let up until there ain’t a drop left. She pulls off me and looks disappointed. “Are you done?”
“Do I look done?”
She looks down at my dick that’s still hard. “No, but—”
“Bend over that table.” I nod to the wooden one over by the window.
She gets up and I follow her to it before bending her body over it. I pull a rubber from my pocket and I hear her heart begin to race. “Ready?” I ask, once I’m strapped.
“Yeah. Hard and deep, Playboy. I wanna feel that dick tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry.” I force myself inside her and she tenses. “You’re gonna feel this all week.”
I don’t get all the way inside her, but I never expected to. But I fuck her as best I can, giving her the depth and pain with minimal effort on my part.
I pull her hair while I’m inside her, making sure to force her head back when she asks me to. It’s fucked up to me that women wanna be treated this way, but even more surprised I’m liking giving it to them.
It’s not how I ever pictured having to get off, but right now, I’m just glad I can.
She cums a few times, until she begs me to cum from being sore, so I empty into the rubber before pulling out.
I watch her getting herself together while I do the same. “That was amazing,” she breathes. “No one’s ever screwed me like that before. Thanks.”
“My pleasure,” I say, and it really was.
“Are you gonna be around next month?”
“Maybe.” I will be.
“Well, if you are, I might find you for seconds.” She kisses my cheek and then walks towards the door. “See you around,” she says before she leaves.
I pick up my jacket and shrug it on, feeling a lot less high-strung than I did when I got here. I wonder if I can find women like her online? Cuz I don’t know if I can wait another month to get laid again.
Nah, I definitely can’t.