The Stud Palace (5 page)

Instantly her mouth is on mine, nipping at my bottom lip until I give in to her kiss. Her tongue slides into my mouth as I reach between her legs and grab at her dick. Her kiss deepens, my tongue tangling with hers, her fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of me in sync to my hand stroking her cock.

I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Her kiss, her touch, her presence is evoking feelings I’ve never experienced with anyone else before. How can a woman—okay, this female—I know nothing about send my body into a sea of pleasure, transporting me to a place of bliss I’ve never known to exist while stirring so many emotions in me?

A moan seeps out of me as she fucks into the soft folds of my pussy with her skilled fingers. Her hand strokes—deliberate and purposeful—gliding in and out, sawing into my wetness, intent on bringing me to orgasm.

I am besieged with hot desire. I want this . . . this androgynous
boi
-toy . . . this beautiful, sexy genderless being to fuck me, make love to me, to conquer and control every piece of my womanhood—my pussy, my clit. To turn me into her dirty, filthy little fuck-whore. To fuck my messy, wet cunt deep and hard until I am sore and my entire body goes limp.

Oh, God, this is not happening to me. How can something so wrong, so deliciously sinful, feel so damn right? And . . . oh so fucking good?

I break the kiss. Afraid of what may happen next.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask breathlessly.

“I’m doing exactly what you want me to.”

She runs her tongue over her lips; her fingers continue stretching and curling and fucking into the throbbing ache and need pooling deep inside of me.

“Oh, God, yes,” I whisper against her ear. My breath catches in my throat. Eyes closed, mouth open, I buck into her hand. A deep, muffled groan spills out of my mouth as I press my thighs together, clamping her hand, clutching her fingers . . . and come.

“You like that, baby . . .? You like them fingers all up in that pussy . . .?”

For the love of God! How can this stranger, this . . . this
stud
, know my body so well, better than any man I’ve ever been with? Without prompting, she knows where to find the hidden buttons to my erogenous zones.

“Oooh, yesssssss . . . give me more.”

She quickens her thrusts, her lips once again finding mine, her tongue twirling around mine. I had not expected this. But I am glad that she is here. Her fingers swiftly grazing along my walls, causing me to writhe in my seat as she finds my spongy hot spot inside of me.

Over the music playing seductively low, I can hear the deliciously sweet, wet sounds of my pussy as she pumps her hand into me, the slapping noise of her cum-slick knuckles as they smack into my lips cause my cunt to pulsate. Wave after wave of silky wet passion splashes over her hand. My pelvis pumping and releasing whatever is left of my inhibitions out of me.

I look up into the open sky and cry out.

She waits for my body to stop shuddering and my breathing to steady, then pulls her fingers from my seeping heat and sucks them into her mouth.

“Mmmm. You taste good.” She licks her lips. “That was the appetizer. Now”—she juts her chin toward something, someone, over my shoulder—“comes the main course.”

I glance over my shoulder, looking in the direction of her gaze.

There she is.

My menu selection.

The Pussy Pleaser.

She is tall and lean and muscular with chiseled features. The African sun backed deeply into her flawlessly smooth skin. She’s an irresistibly breathtaking cross between supermodels Tyson Beckford and Alek Wek. There is nothing femme in the way this beautiful specimen who is the color of coal swaggers over to me.

My God, she’s fine!

“What’s good, ma?” she says, taking me in as she steps into my space. I wonder if she can smell my cum-soaked pussy. Her lips are beautiful; full, juicy, suck-able, dark-chocolate lips that look as soft as cotton. Her gaze wanders lecherously over my body, her eyes soaking in my curves. I stand, giving her a better view. Instinctively, I straighten my posture, causing my breasts to spring forward, the top of my chocolate areolas peering out of the neckline of my dress.

She licks her lips, eyeing my ample cleavage. “You’re beautiful, baby.” She smoothly tugs at the ties that hold my dress together, causing it to open. “I can’t wait to get you naked and fuck all that sweet cum out of you.”

Caught off-guard, I quickly try to cover myself.

She grabs my hands. “Nah, ma, put them hands down. You in the wrong spot tryna be shy. We ’bout to raise ya freak flag, baby.”

I fidget, nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” she says, reaching out and stroking the side of my face. “You’re going to get your money’s worth, and then some, tonight.”

Miss Anonymous grins, sharing a knowing glance over at her. There is familiarity in the way they silently acknowledge one another.

I blink a few times. Heat rushes to my face. The only thing I can do is swallow and pull in a deep breath, hoping neither of them can hear the rapid pounding in my pussy. I quickly sit back on the stool to keep my knees from buckling.

Miss Anonymous leans into her and says something in her ear. The Pussy Pleaser nods, giving her a pound and a hug the way two dudes from the block would. She turns her attention to me, leaning into my ear. “Save me some pussy.” Her heated cinnamon breath causes the throb between my legs to intensify. “I’ll be joining in, later.” I give her a look of surprise. “Don’t worry,” she adds, “it’s on the house. Tonight, you get the Stud Palace special. Two hot cocks for the price of one to stretch open all three of your holes. Have you ever been double-penetrated?”

I shake my head, instantly feeling flush from the thought of it. “N-no.”

The Pussy Pleaser smiles slyly. “Then we need to get you ready.” She turns to Anonymous. “Give me like fifteen minutes.”

“No doubt,” she utters, giving me a wink, then walking off.

The Pussy Pleaser licks her lips. “You ready?”

I nod.

“Good. I’m ready to eat that pussy.” She grabs my hand and leads the way.

***

Within moments, I am leaning back on my forearms, naked, on a round bed—my legs spread, eyeing The Pussy Pleaser as she seductively removes everything except her wife beater and boxers. We are in a VIP room. Like the main area of the lounge, the walls are glass, the ceiling retracted. Candles flicker around the space.

Her body is sculpted to perfection. As if she were molded from the finest African silt. She rolls her wife beater up, revealing rippled abs.

I lick my lips, imagining running my tongue along the muscled ridges of her stomach.

“You like what you see, ma?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I purr, spreading open my legs and patting my clit. Something comes over me. And before I know it, I am motioning her over with a finger. “Come here and let me suck your dick,” I say, startled by the sound of my own voice. It comes out hot, thick, and raspy. It is foreign to me. But hearing it exhilarates me so I give myself permission to say more. “I want you to fuck your dick down into my throat.”

She walks over and waves her milk chocolate dick across my face. I am somewhat disenchanted that it isn’t longer. It is no more than six inches, but wonderfully thick. Still, I had hoped to be fucked deep by something long, thick, and heavy.

I swallow my disappointment, sucking her into my mouth. I grab her by the hips, pulling her in closer. “Oh, yeah, that’s it . . . suck that shit, baby.” Her eyes close. “Yeah, wet that fat dick up . . .”

I suck her fast and hard, in long, deep, steady strokes—the head of her dick hitting the back of my throat—until I smell her wet musky scent seeping from the base of her cock. The smell of her excited pussy is what gets my own cunt shamelessly wet. I suck her faster and faster, sticking a hand between my legs, peeling my sticky lips open, then slipping two fingers into my wet heat. My pussy gets wetter and wetter as I finger myself in sync to the bobbing of my head and the thrusting of her hips. The base of her cock smacks up against my lips with each stroke.

A few seconds later, she is grunting, then yanking my head back, causing her dick to slip out of my mouth. Air catches in the back of my throat.

“Lay back,” she commands. She inches down on her knees, eye level with my horny, weeping cunt.

I watch her as she leans into the space between my thighs, parts my lower lips. She extends her tongue and trails the outline of my labia. Right lip, left lip . . . she flicks her warm, wet tongue up and down over my clit, causing my pussy to tighten.

I moan. “Oh, yes . . . eat my pussy . . . mmmm . . .”

Her lips circle my burning clit, forcing a simmering need to orgasm to roll through my veins as she suckles on it. “Oh, God, yessss . . .”

A wave of heat crashes through the walls of my cunt. I gasp. Cry out. My toes curl as I fight against the rising tide.

“Mmm,” she murmurs against my quivering flesh, “this sweet, wet pussy tastes better than I ever imagined.” She slips her middle finger into me, sliding it in and out. “I’ma fuck you real good, ma . . .”

I lean up on my forearms, eye her as she curls her fist around the base of her flesh-like cock and strokes it. In my mind’s eye, I imagine a droplet of precum glistening the tip. I eagerly lick my lips envisioning my tongue slithering over the head of her dick slit, lapping at her sticky nectar.

She tells me to roll over and get on my knees. I do. And she slaps my ass, causing it to jiggle and sting. She slaps it again. Then grabs either side of my ass cheeks with her hands and shakes it.

“Damn, you gotta nice fat, juicy ass, ma . . .”

I eye her over my shoulder. “You like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Slap it again.”

She does. This time harder than before, causing its sting to linger longer than the other times. My cunt juice springs from my slit. She kisses my ass, her wet tongue cooling my skin. Nips at it. Then does something that catches me totally off-guard, causing me to jump. She sticks her tongue into my asshole and sucks it, then slowly licks her way down to my cunt, then back up to my asshole.

Oh, God, no . . .

She inches a finger into my ass. Fucks me slow. And, without thought, I am now moving with her, my fingers quickly finding my clit. I scream out, an orgasm roaring out of me.

It doesn’t stop there. She’s not done. We are changing positions. She lies on her back. Tells me to squat over her face. That she wants me to fuck her face. To come all over her mouth, her tongue, her face. So I do. And she eats me, licks me, sucks me, her long tongue deep in my pussy, swirling around my walls.

Her tongue is heaven.

Oh, God, yes . . .

“Mmm . . . mmm . . . uh . . . uh . . . oooooh . . . yes, make my pussy come . . . tongue me deep and wet.”

Out of nowhere, I hear humming. Feel something being pushed inside of me. It’s a vibrator. I am not sure where she had it hidden, or how she got it. But she is sliding it in and out of my hot, dripping wet pussy. The gushy slosh-slosh of juices splash out of me as she fucks my pussy and sucks my clit. “Ohmygod,” I mutter, grinding into the vibrations, fucking her tongue, riding her face. “Yes, yes . . . ooooh, uhhhhh . . . give me more . . .”

The beating sensations charge every nerve ending in my clit, my pussy, my asshole. My whole body shudders. My stomach clenches. My thighs quiver. My nipples tighten.

I cry out.

And come.

In her mouth, over her lips, on her chin . . . my cum-flooded pussy practically drowning her.

She pulls out the cum-slick vibrator and sticks it into her mouth as she flips me over onto my back. I watch as she sucks it clean, then tosses it over on the side of the bed. She spreads my legs, and slides her thick cock between my soppy-wet pussy lips. Her cock glides over my clit.

I twitch in anticipation, waiting and watching as she tears open a condom with her teeth, then rolls it down over her dick. The head of her dick slowly presses into my slit. She fucks the mouth of my pussy, teasing me. My knees are bent. The palms of her hands are on the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go.

I grunt. “Oh, God . . . fuck me!”

She rams her dick in. I gasp. “Is this what you want?”

“Yesssss . . .”

She watches as she fucks her dick in and out of me. “Yeah, them insides got my dick all greasy with your nut.”

I feel the tug and pull of my pussy as it grips her cock, sucking it into my wetness, my slick lips slapping and sticking along the shaft. I am not sure how long she is fucking me, but it is not long before I am coming again and again. My inner walls trembling, my body convulses. My eyes blur.

Oh, sweet Jesus . . . for the love of God . . .

Tears spring from my eyes as another orgasm rips through me, causing my pussy to squirt. Something I have never, ever, experienced in my entire life. I am beside myself. Dizzy with want. Rocked with pleasure. Flooded with heat. Filled with lust. I am hungry for more.

All from a stud!

Her thrusts become harder. I know it’s my imagination, but her cock feels thicker. She fucks into me, fast and steady. The room overflows with the scent of hot sex. I close my eyes, savoring the sound of her pelvis smacking up against mine, her shaft rapidly plunging in and out of me.

I moan.

She moans.

I do not know how long my eyes have been closed, or how long I have been moaning or chanting or gasping, but when my lids flutter open, Miss Anonymous is standing here. Her eyes, full and wide, dance with lust. She is licking her lips and stroking her long, thick dick. It’s much bigger and thicker than The Pussy Pleaser’s. It’s much bigger than the one she fucked me with three weeks ago.

She smirks. “Yeah, I see you lookin’, ma. You want this big dick, don’t you? Don’t worry. I got you. I’ma give it to you real deep.”

My lips quiver in anticipation; drool slides down the side of my mouth.

The Pussy Pleaser groans. “Aaaah, fuuuuck. I’m gettin’ ready to bust this nut, baby . . .” I dig my nails into her back as my juices splash against the edges of her cock. And she shudders, cries out, and comes.