The Diamond Club (2 page)

Riding a Mustang

A slight breeze caught my dress as I stepped into the late evening. I was heading to The Diamond Club for what must have been the tenth time in as many days. Tonight I decided to wear my black single-strap dress. Not overly revealing, but it showed off enough of my figure to turn an eye or two when I stepped into a room. What I was wearing under the dress was what really counted, anyways. Thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt, a black lacy corcet, and my most seductive satin thong.

My confidence level hadn’t been as high as it had been in the past weeks and I craved that rush again. Throughout the day I had attempted to think of different things I could do to help boost my confidence, but nothing I could think of would give me the feeling of empowerment that laying down with a man did. Not only was there nothing that gave me the same feeling that sex did, but Roman’s face, with that twisted smile that made me want to vomit was still flashing through my mind every so often, and the idea of revenge was still on my mind. So it was out to the club again tonight to see what kind of a catch I could bring in.

My thoughts strayed to dwell in my hatred for Roman and before I knew it, I was standing in front of The Diamond Club. I flashed my elite member card and walked in without a problem. Taking my usual seat at the bar and ordering a drink I began to scan the room. I eyed a few different guys who I had been with before… but I was in the mood for something new. That’s when I saw him.

He was sitting in a dark corner; easy to miss in his black cowboy hat and the smoke clouding his table from his cigarette. Upon further inspection I was able to make out what seemed to be a man in his mid-30s, I guessed he was about 6’3” and even without taking his clothes off, I could tell he was strong. My curiosity was ignited like a match on a gas can and I could feel the heat rise inside me. I needed to know more about this newcomer. Hell, I had all but decided this was who I would spend the night with, and I hadn’t said a single word to him.

I grabbed my drink and walked across the hazy club towards my mystery stranger. He looked up as I approached and smiled at me.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked, motioning to the end of the bench he was on that was unoccupied.

“Go right ahead” he said, flashing that smile at me again. I realized that that smile was making my knees shake slightly and as I sat down I got a better look at the cowboy next to me.

He had a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. Under the table I noted the black cowboy boots with the glint of silver from his spurs. Faded blue jeans with a dark red plaid shirt tucked into them with a black leather belt around his waist. I imagined tanned, toned, strong arms under that shirt.

We got to talking and I learned he was on his way back home to Texas from a rodeo he had been in up some small town in northern California. The rodeo was terrible, hardly a crowd, and the bulls he rode were something a beginner could handle. His friend had told him about the club and he decided to stop by on his way back home. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear:

“I’ve always wanted to learn to ride… And you look like you need a mare to tame…”

Our eyes met and within seconds he had downed his whiskey, wrapped an arm around me and led me to the door.

It felt like forever before we reached his hotel room, I had just enough time to glimpse a bag filled with different odds and ends that served some unknown purpose to a cowboy, but my eyes lingered on the coiled rope that was obviously used for lassoing his wild horses.

He seemed to get my dress off instantly, and he stepped back seeing my outfit. I smiled at him and stepped forward to unbutton his shirt slowly.

Tan skin, dark and smooth from endless hours working in the sun covered his muscled body. His hat fell to the ground showing off dark brown locks. I felt something brush against my thigh and, looking down, I saw I wasn’t the only one feeling the heat. I went to my knees and undid his belt. Pulling his work-faded jeans and boxers down and off leaving him standing above me with unbuttoned shirt, and cowboy boots.

I marveled at his size. He was more like the horses he worked with than I thought! Taking his hardening member in my hand I gently stroked and brought my mustang to full attention. Long and hard it stood in front of my face and I couldn’t help by use my hands to give it my full attention. My lips soon followed, fitting barely a third of him into my mouth as I moved in and out, his arousal radiating from his copper skin. I had learned many different things so far in my adventures about giving head, and I was determined to show off my skills to him. His reaction only fueled my desire for him, the deep groan that escaped his lips showed me that I was doing exactly the right thing.

I suddenly found myself being pulled up, onto the hotel bed as two strong arms wrapped around me and I found myself leaning back against the pillows as he worked my thong down my legs. I closed my eyes and smiled and then shuddered as I felt his tongue slide over me, circling, flicking, returning the favor I had just given him. I don’t know where he learned the things he did to me, but I was squirming and moaning almost instantly as he showed off his talents between my thighs.

I moaned in protest as he pulled away from me, wanting… no. Needing more of it. But I shouldn’t have worried. He crawled up to position himself above me and I bit my lip as I felt him start to push slowly into me. The first inch of him made me gasp, and it only got better from there. I was so turned on, I thought I could take anything inside of me, but he proved me wrong. Inch by inch be spread my lips apart with his girth, making me moan out loud as he pushed. Finally he had buried himself completely and began to pull out and push back in, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed.

After a short time he slowed down enough to turn me over, and before I knew it, I was on all fours. My stallion’s palms gripped my hips and pulled me back towards him, sliding my sex over his massive cock. Over and over and over again he pushed into me. Faster and faster until I could barely tell exactly what he was doing. The only thing I knew was the electric surges of pleasure pulsating through my mind, almost pushing me to the point of passing out.

Before long I could feel his already hard member stiffen further, and I knew he was about to shoot his seed inside of me. At the exact time, I felt my mind surrender to his cock and passed the point of no return. I shook violently and would’ve fallen to the floor if I hadn’t been empaled on the giant skewer that was his dick. The orgasm washed over me with the intensity of a galloping horse. As my muscles tightened around my cowboy, I could feel him begin to orgasm, cumming hard inside of me. My orgasm began to subside just as his reached his peak, and as his seed was shot deep inside of me, it triggered a second nerve racking orgasm. Shaking violently on the bed, screaming in ecstasy, we came over and over again, his pace never slowing down. We fucked for what seemed like hours until we both collapsed in a sweaty, sexy, naked, pile on top of the sheets. Within minutes I fell asleep, using his chest as a pillow.

When I awoke, I found that the bed was empty and there was no sign of the cowboy from last night. No signs except for a note on the bedstand.

Brianna-
You are truly an amazing woman and it pains me that I cannot stay to pleasure you night after night. I will certainly be back soon, you can count on that. Find me at the Diamond Club. I’ll be dreaming of our next meeting together.
-Jack

Pocketing the note, I climbed out of bed, freshened up, and left the hotel feeling like I was on top of the world. Jack would be a hard man to beat, but I was on a mission to discover something even better than the cowboy.

Cupcake Tryst

After my experience with Jack, I couldn’t help but let Justine know. I texted her incessantly, alerting her to all of my romps and rolls all over the area. This latest one would surely get her juices flowing. I texted her to let her know I had something new to share, and she told me to meet her at her shop after closing for some pinot and a chat. She owns a simple cupcake shop just down the road from The Diamond Club, and we would routinely meet there after a night out.

I walked in the door as she was cleaning her counters, removing the faint layer of flour that covers the place. She left the cloth on the counter and came around to the cafe tables in the front of the store, where two wine glasses and a bottle of some of California’s best wine awaited us. I immediately broke into my story, telling Justine all about our hot night of passion. About the hours of penetration, and the high number of orgasms I experienced during our trist. I told her about the way he went down on me, using his tongue to manipulate me in the best ways possible. I informed her of the trail of juices I left on his sheets, and the loud moaning that could have been mistaken for wolves on the loose in the city.

As I described all of this to her, I noticed a look on her face that I had never seen before. She was biting her bottom lip, and gazing at me. At this point we had finished the bottle of wine, so I didn’t know if I was imagining this or not, but I had seen this look before. I saw it last night from Jack, and I recognized it now. Lust. Simple, and right in front of me. I didn’t know what to make of it. I kept talking about last night, but I was very distracted by what was happening before me. I stopped mid-sentence, and said, “Do you want to fuck me?” Justine looked surprised. She’d been caught.

“Well,” I said. “You’ve never been with a woman before, and I’m tired of hearing about all your stories and the fun you have. I want to be one of your stories too.” She was right. I’d never even thought about women before, but with it laid in front of me, it didn’t seem too bad.

Her breasts seemed to be heaving out of the top of her small white t-shirt. Her pinstriped apron was tied very high, so it helped to push her tits almost out of her top. I got up from my chair and walked around to her. I bent over, and we kissed. This single kiss seemed to last for hours and it made me so wet. I straddled her. I know she could feel the heat rolling off my vagina and on to hers. As we continued to kiss, I ran my hands all over her body. I felt her breasts through her shirt. God, it was good. I reached around and untied her apron at the neck and on her back. At this time, she lifted my shirt over my head. My nipples were so hard that I’m sure she could see them through my bra. I took her shirt off and undid her bra. Her tits flopped out. They were so heavy, they bounced as they were freed from their fabric cells. She took my bra off and began to suck on my nipples. I tilted my head back in ecstasy and let out a small moan. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

I pushed myself back onto the table, laying in front of her. She took the cue. She unbuttoned my pants and ripped them off. My panties went with them. She split my legs and went to town on my pussy. When she would come up to take a breath she looked like she had just taken a dip in the pool. I could feel chills all over my body. I was going to cum. Justine kept going. She was enjoying my roast beef sandwich, but no horseradish sauce would be on it tonight. As I was reaching the point of climax, I became louder and louder. I’m sure the people living above the bakery thought that someone was having an asthma attack. I was moaning so hard I was wheezing, but it was hot.

I was so close to cumming. I yelled, “Don’t Stop. Keep your tongue going, babe.” Then, just like the fountains at the Bellagio, I erupted. My juices shot out. Justine quickly moved and I shot my fluid clear across the cafe and on the the glass case she kept her goodies in. As I regained control, I watched it drip down the glass and down to the tile floor.

“I guess you have some more cleaning to do,” I said and chuckled.

“I don’t mind at all,” she replied and wink.

Justine began getting dressed, and I did the same. I grabbed some paper towels and mopped my fluids up off the floor. I thought to myself if this was the way I wanted to live. Did I want to be a lesbian? I should at least stay bisexual. Nevertheless, it was time to go. Justine and I hugged, said our goodbyes, and smiled at each other. We were now closer than we had ever been before. Nothing could break our bond.

“Anytime you need some more, just let me know,” Justine yelled as I walked out the door. I couldn’t believe that had just happened, but I could not have been happier.

Sleepless in San Francisco

Why do I sleep naked? I thought, as I looked at the view passing me by. I was riding bitch on a dirt bike, the rider a hot young babe, long orange hair blowing in my face as we raced down a deserted country road. The bike was an older 80’s red honda, covered in dirt, rust and scratches. The babe, in her early 20’s, was smoking hot, she wore a white blouse unbuttoned and tied in between her breasts. She had a short skirt on – red – and as I looked down I could see her bare ass, revealed by the wind on the skirt. Was she even wearing anything under it?

Adrenaline shot through my body. The roar of the small engine was more of a fast hum with high pitch pops. The wind was deafening. The wheels worn to the bone from so much use, the seat fake leather, padding worn out and unable to absorb the vibrations from the motor and the rough road we were riding on. The faster we went the more I felt the vibes, they shot up my spine tingling my womanly senses. I grabbed the red head’s waist,tighter. We hit a small bump and my body shuddered as my wet pussy slammed up against her tight ass. The seat felt good, I imagined I was riding her bare leg back and forth. I pressed my breasts up against her back my pussy grinding the seat and ass as I clawed into her abdomen with my hands and nails. I was getting close to cumming, every bump every vibration. Then she slowed the bike down to a halt, probably wondering why I just dug into her belly with my hands.

As we pulled over on the grass I asked her if something was wrong.

“No,” the redhead replied. “This is my favourite spot to think.”

“What do you think about when you are here?” I asked.