The Diamond Club (7 page)

Delay of Game

I couldn’t get Leonard out of my head. His silky, silver manner and rich baritone are saccharine sweet. Much like ice cream, I crave it in absence, but tend to overindulge. His eerie respect for women is both erotic and suspicious, but that never stops me.

I can’t help but share a story.

I’ll start by saying this: I know I have certain weaknesses. Some people might call them addictions, but I don’t know about that. I think back to stories of when my parents were my age. Nobody considered smoking or booze or too much sex addictions, they were just things that people did. Nervous habits. Quirks.
These days, everything is suddenly a disorder. If a girl likes a cigarette once in a while, it’s considered a life threatening habit. If a girl enjoys a martini at lunch, she needs a sponsor. If a woman craves a man’s attention, she’s a slut. Back when the Diamond Club first opened, it wasn’t like that. Not for us, anyway.

We were young. It began as a typical Tuesday, where I spent the morning hating my job at the bank. Tina, the disagreeable manager I opened the branch with, retired quickly to her desk where she typically did nothing for the rest of the day. Leonard, in true fashion, had skipped class and called me at work.

“Line 1,” Tina said with an implied eyeroll.

Ugh, a customer already. I picked up and tried my best to sound professional. “Brianna speaking, how may I help you?”

“Hey, sweetie. How’s about you and I get an early dinner at your favorite place?”

I was instantly light headed. My heart pounded, but I had to at least make an effort to keep it together. “Oh, you. The Diamond Club?”

“Of course! Meet me there at 4.”

How could I get out of work early? They would be short handed without me. Then, with the inevitability of a rushing tide, the thought of pressing my eager cheek against his furry chest quickly belayed reality, and I decided to be ill later in the afternoon. It was a good thing I wore this skirt

On queue, at 3:30 I was suddenly taken by the weather and had to leave. I assured the other ladies that I was ok to take the MUNI back to my apartment, and promised to lie down.

Lie I did.

As the train rolled into Van Ness station, I was weak with anticipation. The Diamond Club was a few blocks away. I walked quickly, and could almost feel my moist womanhood sliding with each step.

I reached the door, smiled briskly at the bouncer, and entered the club.

I sat at an empty table for a little while and noticed that the TVs were showing a local station. It looked like some folks were getting ready for a baseball game. I motioned for the server and ordered a dirty martini, no olives thanks.

I sat. And waited. The reporters on TV went on about that game.

Just as I was sipping the last of my drink and wishing I had ordered the olives, I saw Leonard walk in. Immediately behind him was a girl. She had dark hair and was super cute. I was vaguely annoyed and acutely furious.

They both sat down and Leonard introduced her as Gina, a childhood friend from somewhere in Southern California. I couldn’t help but notice the payphone inside the minicloset near the hallway to the restrooms. I would be needing a cab shortly.

Another martini later, Gina and Leonard were getting along famously. I didn’t see how I could compete; she was cute, smart, and full of energy. As I sat there sipping my drink and gathering my escape plan, a second girl approached. She was a stunning blonde. Gina stood up, gave her a loving kiss and a quick squeeze, and introduced her as Veronica, her life partner.

I suddenly needed to freshen up. I let the ladies know I was thrilled to meet them both, and darted off to the bathroom.

I was on fire. The game was afoot. At this point, I was ready to watch this baseball game if only to get the prize at the end. Leonard was mine tonight, though I didn’t know when. I tightened up my mascara and lipstick, and headed back out to the table.

A strong hand was on my arm. I gasped as it pulled me with purpose into the minicloset payphone. It was Leonard. I smelled his essence before I could see his face. He lifted my thigh and I rested my foot on the wall behind him. He closed the door.
Leonard wasn’t shy. He knew exactly what I wanted. He knelt down and fed on my womanhood greedily.

Ah, but he didn’t let me finish without him. He stood, with wild lust in his eyes. He Unbuttoned his trousers and released his passion. I wrapped my hand around his prize.

I was breathless. I feared Leonard for his girth. I was terrified. He looked at me apologetically. I grabbed his left buttock in approval, and he thrusted.

At first I had to hold my hand against his tight furry stomach. He was too much for me. i had to hold him back, until he made the move.

Without permission, he took the center of my womanhood between his thumb and forefinger.

My body was his. I was his slave.

As he thrusted over and over, I began to feel the closet around us rock. My extasy was matched by the motion of the room around us. It was as if Mother Earth felt our passion and partook in our extasy. She thrusted in rhythm with Leonard. Outside the phone booth, I could hear glass breaking, women screaming. Leonard thrusted. I was on the edge. A fire ignited. The minicloset was lit by the dancing flames from behind the bar. I was close, and I could feel the heat of the fire on my skin, as well as in my loins. Leonard was relentless with his fingers and his girth. I came like a shot. My toes curled and my mind left. He was in me. That’s all that mattered.

It took a little bit for me to compose myself. Once I did, I opened the door to check on Gina and Veronica. They were both glued to the TV. It seemed as though that game, something about “The Battle of the Bay,” would be postponed.

My Night In

I guided his hard-on into my vaginal canal. I had only just met Zachary a few hours earlier at The Diamond Club. His chest was as hard as rock and so was his cock. He fucked me with the ferocity of a wildebeest but shot his load in only few minutes. His penis softened and slipped out of my pussy. I was disappointed. No, more than disappointed. I was angry. His dick couldn’t live up to the promises of sensual delights that he had made to me. When we met he told me of all the nasty things he would do to me and all the things he wanted me to do to him. He made it sound like he could last for hours.

I was pissed about it but I wasn’t going to let this get in the way of my vagina’s desires. I stood up in bed and moved so that I was standing over Zachary’s head and lowered myself. My vulva was an inch from his mouth. I told him to start licking. He did as he was told. He wiggled his tongue up and down my pussy. He licked the lips of my pussy and then took my clitoris into his mouth. He sucked on my clit with his lips and pressed down on it with his tongue. I felt the orgasm building deep in my loins. My body wanted to cum but I pulled away from Zachary’s delightful mouth.

I moved forward a little so that my anus was now just above his mouth. I lowered myself again and this time Zachary needed no instructions and began eating my ass immediately. First he traced the outside of my rosebud with his tongue. Then he started pushing his tongue into my butthole. I quite enjoyed this sensation. I started tracing circles around my clitoris with my finger. Zachary pushed his tongue as deep as he could into my asshole. He started moving it in and out, fucking my asshole with his tongue. I pressed down hard on my clit with my thumb and fucked my pussy with two of my fingers as Zachary continued to ass fuck me with his tongue. It was Heaven. The stimulation soon became too much for me. I shuddered as the orgasm ripped through my body. I collapsed forward on top of Zachary and came face to face with his re-embiggened dick.

“Maybe this time it’ll stay up longer than two minutes,” I joked. Zachary didn’t take kindly to my comment. A flash of anger came over him and he moved to sit at the edge of the bed dragging me with him. He bent me over his knee and held my hands behind my back with his left hand. He then raised his right hand in the air and came down hard on my ass cheek. There was a loud smack and I let out a little scream. I was surprised by this turn of events but not unhappy with them. Zachary didn’t know it but I liked to be spanked. It was a relatively new kink for me. The sting of a hand or paddle or belt on my ass always makes me wet. A fact that Zachary became aware of when he felt my juices drip down his leg. My ass became redder and redder with each slap and my arousal continued to grow. Soon I was grinding my cunt into Zachary’s leg. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. He stopped his assault on my ass and began fingering my pussy. I moaned as Zachary finger fucked me to another orgasm.

We stood up and he took my hand and led me into the dining room. He told me to lean over the table and then he went back into the bedroom. I knew what was in store for me and I started to become aroused again. I bent over the table sticking my ass out just as Zachary came back with his belt and a small bottle of lube. I braced myself by grabbing the edge of the other side of the table. Zachary brought the belt down on my ass. This spanking was harder than the last one. I couldn’t hold back the tears and wept openly. I was in pain but it was not outmatched by the pleasure. The impact caused vibrations to travel through my lower body. My pussy was trembling from the oscillations. An orgasm erupted from deep inside me and I almost fell from my quivering knees. “Oh God I needed that,” I said looking back over my shoulder. “Now the question is what do you need,” I continued.

Zachary got down on his knees and moved close to my ass. I was leaning forward on the table and using my arms to prop myself up. I’m sure he could feel the heat coming off the skin of my now red bottom. He spread my cheeks and began to eat out my ass again. He seemed to love the taste of my ass but he had other plans than just licking my butthole all day. Zachary stood up and covered his penis in lube. He placed the tip of his turgid cock against my well licked rosebud and began to push it in. I moaned as his dick slid into my butthole. I loved the feeling of my hole being stretched. It wasn’t long before Zachary was balls deep in my asshole. He pumped his cock in my ass until he coated my rectum with his semen. It didn’t take long. I wasn’t surprised but I didn’t care. I’d had my fill already anyway. I told Zachary that I had an early morning and quickly ushered him out the door. I crawled into bed and had the most delightful dreams.

Circus Tent

Roman had bought me front row tickets to the world famous circus prior to our separation, and with a wink and nod told me that I would really enjoy myself. Despite initial reservations against going, I decided that a break from my sensual enlightenment was exactly what I needed. Though this night ended up showing me that once you’ve expanded your mind, even the most family friendly activities can become powerful chances for amorous delights.

Even though I was surrounded by families enjoying the spectacle, I was incredibly turned on by each of the three ring in Sigler and Harwood’s Best Show on the Globe’s Circus. The shame caused by being so sexually aroused while surrounded by stangers in this unusual surrounding only made me more turned on. Everywhere I looked there was some new sexual taboo I wanted to explore. The strong arms of the lion tamer made my lady bits moist with the thought of being tamed at the hands of a man who was so fearless in the face of such a large pussycat. A small car filled with dozens of clowns only managed to make me think of how many of these painted men, I could embrace in my own tiny vehicle. When I saw the amazing trapeze artists I imagined their strong embrace pleasing me while I floated in the air.

These troubling thoughts plagued me throughout the entire show, but the more bothered I was the more turned on I became. I found my focus drifting between the huge arms of the Strong Man, the vibrating engines of the motorcycle riders in the sphere of death, the oversized pants of the clowns and the oversized packages contained within, and the contortionist who could surely show me some new and interesting positions. As the show continued I found myself more and more lost inside my own imagination, dreaming of the wonderful delights contained within the big tent.
I was so turned on that I was a sex crazed trance by the time the usher came by to tell me that the show had ended and the rest of the crowd had already exited the big top. The usher introduced himself and asked if I knew Roman Dyle. When I replied that I did, the usher immediately led me back to the circus trains. Once I arrived in the trainyard I was greated by the most sensual creature I had ever met. Matilda the Bearded lady oozed sex. She had all of the lovely curves of a beautiful woman, and the facial hair and masculinity of lumberjack. As I was lead back to Matilda’s train car I knew that I would experience the best mustache ride of my entire life.

Matilda ushered me to the bed just as the train began to leave the station. I couldn’t concern myself with the fact that I was leaving on a journey of undetermined length when I knew the pleasure that would follow on this train filled with sexual delights.

Matilda started by kissing me passionately and then proceeded to move further down south. The beard tickled it way down to my loins making me even more excited than I thought I could ever be. The combination of a man’s beard and the intimate knowledge of a woman brought me to climax faster than I ever thought could happen. Then I returned the favor realizing that while this woman had more than an average amount of hair above the waist, she had significantly less than average below the waist. After they both had pleased the other Matilda told me that I needed to try the pleasures that were contained in the other trains.

The next car over contained Nick the Snake Man, who looked normal, except for the snake in his pants. It was the size of a python and he could control it’s every muscle, allowing it to slither inside of me. After feasting on the delights offer by Nick I moved to the next car and was greated by the Elephant Man. While he would only go by the Elephant Man, he had the good looks of Cary Grant, by was blessed by a third leg that he called his trunk and used it to repeatedly eat my peanuts. Barely able to stand let alone walk I entered the next car and was greated by a knife thrower who required me to trust him implicitly while he expertly thrust his daggers into my crevasse showing why he was an expert marksman. After that I stumbled into the last car and was greeted by a fire breather. Needless to say I’ve never met anyone who made my loins burn with passion as much as he did. He may have breathed fire, but he sure as hell was able to set my loins on fire with his expert mouth.