This is an unedited piece I wrote the other day just to get back to the habit. I wrote it in 3 sessions and it definitely feels like it. Trigger warning, Light CNC
Mark looked at the smoke filled bar with tired dejected look only found on teenagers and the abundantly wealthy. 16 months of backing in Europe and he’d seen it all. New places, new people, it all seemed dull now. Been there done them. After a while all the drinking holes seemed the same, Dive bars in french ports, VIP sections in Prague night clubs, just a place where people drowned their dreams, pretending excess vice would lead to happiness.
Dopamine chasing fools, he’d done it too, but it held little appeal for him now. It tasted of emptiness, and he longed to again sip from a Dionysian goblet, sated in sin. Waking up lost, confused, but with a sense of adventure lived.
He sipped his whiskey, ignoring the broke college kids, the blue collar workers, and professional alcoholics. He doubted he’d find any adventure he and was just killing time till he could slip away to dreams. He was pulled from his morose contemplations by the sound of scratchy recording and 4 piece band. “That’ll be the Day…That I die.”
Someone had put an old Buddy holly record on the jukebox. He knew there was a 50’s resurgence in Europe but this was the first time he’d heard anyone go to an original that wasn’t Elvis or some other form of Rock A Billy. He turned to look, and through the haze, he saw a red dress, black hair, smooth white thighs, and tall rhinestone cowboy boots. Under the dim yellow of the cheap bulbs it seemed a scene from a bad movie. A cheap pulp piece where the main character sees a fallen angel in a brief glimpse only to spend the rest of the movie chasing her down, losing everything in the process.
He could be that loser.
The whiskey was harsh as he knocked it back in one gulp. The burn in his gut, matching the one opening in his brain in an attempt find a tryst. He walked over, as he did taking his time to look her over head to toe. Thick thighs and thicker hips, she was curvy like Marylin Monroe, minus the waist training. Her steps were free and wild, not quite on beat but somehow still matching the movement as she shasayed and twirled. Her cleavage, no where near as ample as her ass, still was dangerously close to revealing enough to get this movei rated X, low cut as the sequined dress was.
Her eyes were closed as he approached and she made no indication she knew he was there. “Fuck it” He thought, “She’s dancing and it says dance hall on the outside” He moved infront of her attempting to get some recioprcative action. Nothing. She two stepped and turned, as he tried to match his feet to her off beat movements.
Her ass was right in front of him, the back of her dress open, showing a tattoo down her spine, in detailed black work of a sword covered in some lettering and designs to resemble damascus steel. He stepped up to her, put a hand lightly on her hip. She didn’t move a way, jump or otherwise appear to notice. But her next two steps were backwards till she was pressed directly against him. Even through his well traveled Levi’s Mark could feel the odd sensation of sequins pushed out of place, a semi-uncomfrotable pressurce at disjointed points. Each annoying pressure lodged a complaint in his brain, only to be immediately discarded as all high control had been diverted to observation of a different sensation.
The soft giving pressure of her cheeks lodged against his thighs, yielding in a foreshadowing of a later scene he craved for. He slid his hand further across her hip on to her waist pulling her tighter into him. She moved with it, till she was pressed tight against him, a firmness underneath the pillow soft goodness of her ass. He began to sway with her and as he did, his hips slid lower down her back, knees bending to make room. As the crotch of his jean reached her backside, already beginning to strain under the pressure of his rapidly hardening cock, he felt a hand on top of his. Soft, warm, it gripped him with a certainess and confidence that promised good times. If he could keep up.
The hand pushed down on his, guiding his fingers to edge of her dress, on to the smoothness of her bare skinned thigh. There was just the hint of dampness from sweat as she worked up form the dancing. Mark took the hint, his cock jumping in response, driving up into flesh it yearned to pierce.
Mark pressed his fingers hard into the thigh, gripping with a strength inconsistent the beat and movements between them. He dug tips into hard, testing. A shapr hiss and The body infront of him stiffened, then relaxed melting back into him, with a deep purring noise. He relaxed his grip smiling. His other hand reached around to caress her cheek while the first one began a slow journey up the thigh, pulling the dress with it.
The woman leaned into his hand, her hair draping across his face as it did. It smelled of lemons and sweat. He brought his fac forward to touch lips lightly to the exposed neck. The most chaste and tiny kisses, the lips barely brushing her skin, all the while his hand continued it’s way up. It came to the joint of leg and torso, meeting no more cloth barriers, it confirmed, what was already clear. She had come out tonight to get fucked. Lost in the true ecstasy.
The fingers collowed the crease of her leg and pubis. The woman in his arms pushed back on her left leaning into him as she moved her feet. It turned the couple till he was facing the bar, a giant mirror behind it clearly reflecting them. His hand reach her hip and the dress bunched up between it had been pulled so high that with each step her pussy was on full display for him in the mirror.
Not just him either. Most of the patrons of the bar had turned away but an audience of one old man and a young couple were staring intently. The old man with the full lecherous enjoyment only those who have lived past social conditioning can achieve, while the young couple seemed transfixed with half horror and half arousal. Mark looked back into the mirror and saw his partner staring deep into his eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, as if words had started but got stopped at the edge of her pleasure leaving her unable to utter thought. She smiled as she lockd eyes with him and nodded once. It was all he needed. His hand quickly slid over mound and gripped tightly, the lips clasped between his fingers as his palm drove into the hood over her clit. His kisses changed quickly, mouth opening wide, to let her shoulder and trap muscle in before clamping shut teeth sinking in hard.
Her gasp was loud and heard well over the music. It changed into a moan, notes of pleasure and pain alternating while he held his grips for one, two, three seconds. He finally let go, though his hand remain pressed against, palm rubbing in small circles as the tips of his fingers slipped between the lips, into the waiting wetness. They did not go deep, instead pulling her juice out and using it to moistern and lubricate the lips they continued to stroke. He could feel in press against him, the building momentum. Her right hand reached up to hold behind his head as he continued to rub her off infront of very public audience. The bar tender had joined in watching now, while the other patrons tried to hide the looks over there shoulders.
It would not take long. He could feel it, her body was already quivering, not fully under her control. His free hand found her neck and held it lightly. Made minor adjustments, feeling along the skin till he was sure he had it, then began to squeeze, cutting off blood and air. He kept the pressure light enough that blood reached her brain, for he didn’t want her going out on him. Not yet at least. Not here. He just wanted to get her out of her body and reach heights of…
There.
She bucked and writhed, a scream erupting from her lips as the pressure finally reached a peak too high and needed to be released. Her climax lasted multiple counts and as her body shook, her moans finally drew the full attention of every eye in the bar. Mark smiled, looked himself in the mirror, indulging the vanity he hid so often, and nodded, knowing every one would see the motion though he gave them no heed. The rest of this performance was for himself first, and this beautiful wonderful creature who had chosen to share herself with him second.
He let go of her throat and cunt, grabber her shoulders and roughly spun her round to face him. Her eyes still semi glazed, unclear what was happening, he dove forward locking lips, probing her mouth. It tasted strangely sweet, though the dry acridness of a recent smoker was clear as well. Despite the higher functions of her brain questionably working, her response was immeadeaate as she opened her lips trying to devour him as she pressed back. Her hands found his head and pulled tight as she pushed forward.
As quickly as it started he broke the kiss, spun her again and holding her hips with one hand, forced her down at the shoulers with the other. She quickly bent with his directions, all the way down her hands on the ground. He pulled her dress aside revealing the glorious cheeks that had pulled him over, thick and lovely the called for him to bury his cock between them. And he intended to do just that. Quickly unbuttoning his jeans he freed his cock, already fat and hard, the head purple with blood, it pointed forward as if it could smell the prey it was meant for.
No more easy build up. With one hard thrust he buried himself to his balls inside her. Again that gasp, for she was not ready to be so full and her wetness had made the pentration easy. He held that position, pulling her hips back against him, saqvoring the warmth, the tightness, the exquisite wetness and the pulsing of her still not fully finished recent orgasm. Then he slid out almost the full way to do it again. Back and forth it slid, as his breath began to quicken. The song had changed to some EDM hyper beat song and he rushed to keep up, spurred by moans and screams of yes from his fellow in this depraved act.
He looked up to see every eye glued to him…and some hands glued to otherwise freed cocks. The old man was one of course. A gigantic monster was in his hands, long as a beer bottle and almost as fat, he worked it with slow deliberate strokes. The original couple too, had joined in, as the young girl stroked her boyfriends dick, watching the show, fascinated eyes wide. He winked at her and she blushed for a second coming to herself.
He beconned to her with one finger and she stopped looking around. IT was clear there could be no one else. Mark kept up his strokes, though he began to slow up. He would pull all the way back till his cocks was barely gripped, and then slowly would slide all the way in holding at the end the greedy cunt hungrily squeezing around his girth. He was actively trying to match the old man’s pace and he could tell the man knew.
Again Mark gestured to the woman. She looked at her partner, who now also seemed to be coming too and having doubts. He was not ready to let their internal chastness come back that easily. “Come here.” His voice as steady, despite the building pressure, the demanding feelings of pleasure. His cock tried to over whelm everything, into making him begin his fast furious fucking agin. But Mark knew control. Control of himself. Control of situations. Control of people. He said it again. “Come here.” Flat, commanding, deep, there was nothing in his statement that allowed for dissension. Not only was disagreement not expected it was not accepted. It was not a demand, so much as a statement of what would happen. He punctuated this with a slap to beautiful ass of the girl in who his cock was buried.
The girl got up and began to walk over to stand in front of him. Mark did not break rhythm but smiled at her. “Good girl.” He then looked her up and down. She was thin, with short hair blond, just shy of her shoulders. She wore a plain sweater and a pair of khaki capris. She hid her face looking down. Mark raised one hand to cup her chin so she was looking up at him. She had a pretty face, shy blue eyes, and a small cute mouth with full lips. He smiled again, let go of her, as he slid deep into his parter, the squelching of her wet pussy could be heard this close. He pointed down. She didn’t move
He cocked his head at her than nodded at the floor. She looked indecisive for a moment, looking between her bf and the disappearing and reappearing cock, that slid so easily into the pussy holding it. She knelt.
Mark pulled out. The woman in the red dress began to stand up but Mark held her down. He gestured over to the BF in the corner who had stood up with his gf, but just stood ther, his throbbing cock stick out as he watched his love give in to another mans commands. He came forward but so did the old man. Mark hadn’t planed that but it was something he could work with.
The younger man came over, and stood behind his partner, hands on her shoulders protectively. He wasn’t fully committed to this in his mind, but other parts of him were. Mark could see the other mans’ cock jump and spasm, and his eyes were not on his own lover, but focused solely on the glistening cunt of the woman in red.
Still bent over, her hands planted on the floor, legs spread but straight, she kept her ass in the air, gyrating and bouncing to the beat. The resulting jiggle had hypnotized this poor man. And the rest of the bar. She was lost in her body’s sensations and the trance was taking the rest of them with her.
It was time for them to have a real show though Mark thought. He directed the old man to stand behind her, but to hold and remain silent. He put 1 hand up indicating stop and 1 finer to his lips indicating quite. The woman’s dress remained over her head so she could not see much beyond the floor in front of her face.
Mark took the finger from his lips to place it in front of the kneeling woman. She was trembling he could see, though from fear, excitement, pleasure, lust, he knew not. He placed the finger to her lips then, bringing it slowly down in a caress. The soft flesh stuck to him and it pulled her lip open before the salvia inside provided enough lubrication for his finger to slide along. He looked up to the younger man, eye to eye, his presence demanded the lover and would be exhibitionist break his staring hopeful gaze from the creature inspiring all his lust.
As the boy’s brown eyes finally met to his and snapped there, locked into the shared moment, as each read a hint of the others soul. Mark voiced his thoughts “If you want to stop me…stop me.” It was not a threat, not a demand, though not really an invitation. It asked the other to pick a side, to join in the hedonistic dance or to pull himself from it…and to hope his love came with him.
Slowly the other man shook his head. Mark slid his finger slowly into the mouth of the cute woman in front of him, the willing lover who wished to become another player in this debaucherous scene. As her lips closed around his digit, softly sucking and probing with her tongue Mark Continued his eye contact with the man in front of him.
He pulled his finger from her lips, a loud pop following as she had kept the suction till the end. Still he looked into his opposite, across the woman beneath and between them. He reached backwards, eyes never leaving locking the other man in place. As his finger strokes the swollen lips of his earlier partner in tryst, his face and body remained faced away and into the other man he projected all his confidence, all his lust, all his promises of pleasure.
Feeling his finger warm and sopping wet he once again pulled it out and brought it back to slip into the waiting mouth of the girl at his feet. And her lover? Mark’s eye’s had born into him and were even know pulling the boy to him, tugging on feelings he’d thought long buried. The finger slipped in, lips wrapped around it. The boy leaned forward and lips met lips, Marks other hand coming up to the back of the dude’s head, kinky hair flattening against palm and fingers. It was not a long kiss. But it was one the one that led to many more.
As they broke, mark turned towards the old man. He turned the younger woman to so she had a better view of the ass that never stopped its bounicing rythm. Finger still extended, covered in juices from a lover just joined and one soon to be he formed an O with other hand and pierced it. The old man knew it was his time and stepped up, finally removing his hand from the monster cock he sported.
He came forward and placing it at the entrance he spat once, grabbed the hips and slowly began to insert himself. There was a cry as the woman in red realized her lover had been replaced, and by something far larger attempting to work it’s way insidre. She began to try to stand up, but marks hand shut forward to hold her back down. The head was not quite in, and her lips were stretched to what appeared a limit. The giant dick bent up, as pressure increase, but the flesh did not yield.
“Its too much.” Her cry was the first words she’d said since the coupling had begun. Mark’s hand moved from her back to chest and he lift her up, stepping in front. His hand was under her dress, pressed firm on the ribs between her perky tits.
“It may be. But isn’t too much exactly what you were seeking when you came here?” Mark’s question seemed to calm her alittle as she breathed and her body began to relax slightly. “You wanted to be used, to be taken, to give everything and take as much in return. What’s being offered here is more than you’ve ever gotten…will you take it?”
The woman looked into his eyes. His hand slid from her chest, out the opening in her dress to cup her face, firmly not quite squeezing, but clearly in control. His forearm came to rest on her supporting her weight. She looked at him, shuddered, “Yes…I want it”
And with that she placed hands on him and pushed back. Mark could no see the action from his new vantage, but new was able to imagine it, watching the hungry and shocked looks on the two young lovers who had joined him. The shaft would have finally straightened, and sliding in stretched lips wide, their pink flesh pressed tight gripping along the vieny monster all maroon from blood and a medertainina skin.
Mark smiled as the woman he supported gasped, her eyes wide, her mouth fully open. All sense had left her and it would be minutes at least before it returned. He left go of her face and bringing his other hand to bear finally removed the dress, her only article of clothing, besides the boots she still wore.
Taking the red fabric he looped it behind the head of the kneeling woman to his right and pulled her forward. To her lover he said “I believe she’s waiting for you. That open mouth is cleary and invitation for something.”
He took his own advice, presenting his rapidly rehardening cock to the woman in front of him as she began to greedily suck on it. The man paused for a second, then wasted no time rushing to see if indeed the woman, once in red, was eager for another dick. It was quickly seen that she was as she reached up to hold his hips and pull him deep into her throat, trusting he would keep her up. His hands did just that, finding her pert boobs and fondingling them, rolling nipples between his fingers.
Mark knew he was approaching his limit and guessed the two other cock owners who joined him were as well, new as they were to this type of action. He leaned over to the man next to him, both their cocks, being attended to thouroughly by women enthusiastic to have beautiful dicks in thier mouths. One hand came up to grab the back of the mans head, and again the lips met, this time more forcefully, tongues matching and fencing. The other hand found his partner in blow job’s ass. He squeezed a few times, letting the other man relax into the sensation, to enjoy the feeling of being gripped, sucked, and kissed. Then he began to let his finger probe the crack. The sweat inside, from a hot night in the club, the excitement of a live sex act, provided more than enough lube for the minor pentration he had planned. There would be no need to get all the way to prostate let along a deep probe.
The tip of his finger found the tighten hole and he played around it, touching, playing, never actually probing. The cheeks began to stop squeezing and as they did he finally let pressure begin. Slow, but insistent, the tip pushed the flesh wide and began to slide in. It was enough. The bucking began almost immediately. Mark did not break from the kiss, and in fact pulled harder on the back of the man’s head. He did open his eyes and saw his first partner of the night struggling, choking and gaging, spit dripping from her mouth as the cock tried burry itself not just in her throat but all the way inside. She held on though and soon thicker white liquid began to spill out as well as the mans load joined her saliva.
Mark felt the man begin to go limp, body mirroring cock. He smiled and slowed his kissing before letting him go with a tender press of puckered lips. He looked down at the man’s lover who seemed even more insistent. She had seen her man cum and apparently it had spurred her.
“Do you want to get fucked?” Mark asked, his voice low, almost a growl. Wordlessly the woman stood up and bent over against a nearby table. Mark walked over to her, stroking his cock as he went. When he got ther and pressed the tip to her quivering dripping pussy lips, a hand reach around and squeezed his cock.
“No.” Mark looked up to see the lover. “That one is for us.” He guided the cock up, his hand begining to slide up and down, rotating, eliciting a moan from mark who was so close to bursting. “He’s gonna fuck your ass babe.”
“PLEASE” was the only reply. Before mark could act himself a hand on his ass pushed his hips forward and the one holding his cock forced it in to the puckered hole. It was not a violent entrance, but certianly sudden. As the tight warm flesh enveloped him Mark heard the woman’s groan of pleasure. The hand on his cock prevented him from answering it with the thrust his cock demanded. He could neither push forward or pull back, held just inside.
He looked up to see the man holding his cock smlle and lick his lips…”We wait…till you both beg.”
Mark was not used to giving up power like this and was determined to hold out. His cock had other ideas though and in seconds he was pleading. “Let me fuck her. I need to fuck her ass, pleas pleas pleas let me fuck.”
“Babe? “
“yEs he can fuck my ass. Let him in.” There was a note of desperation in her voice, but still the man did not let go.
“That does’t sound like pleading to me. I guess we wait.:” The hand on marks ass had moved and he could now see it between her legs, making circles around her clit.
“Pleas baby Please… I need it.”
“What do you need?”
“I need my ass fucked.”
The hand released and a sudden spank, sharp and painful drove mark into motion. He grabbed the hips and bucked. Fucking hard, though he was not sure how long at all. Vision was white and everything was gone, just the motion, the friction, the sliding, the grip, the building pressure.
And finally the release, explosive and electric. He felt his seed spill fourth and then wrap around his cock adding more lube, driving him to fuck more, till his cock finally slid free, limp and spent.
Mark Blinked his eyes a few times, then grabbed his jeans, pulled out a bill fold, through some hundreds on the table. He Looked at the couple. “We should probably go.” The woman and man in the center of the floor had also finished as she was unhurridely putin her dress on. She pulled it on over her head, and walked, swiftly out, not looking back at any of the partners.
Mark hurried from the bar, ducking into more than a few alleys. He doubted that he’d get picked up for the display but it always paid to be careful when breaking laws in countries that weren’t your own. Finally he came back to his hotel, a small bed and breakfast over looking a bay that was once prime fishing area. He walked into the silent main lobby, up the first flight of stairs to the second floor apartment. As he got there he noticed his door was slightly open, light shining into the darken hallway from inside. He walked up quietly, not wanting to alert whoever was inside to his presence.
He got to the door and pressed it open, revealing quite the scene inside.
“Finally you made it! I saw these two on my way home and figure we had such a fun time we should bring them back.” Heidi, his wife said. She was on her knees, still wearing the red dress and boots from before. Standing over her was the blonde from the bar, naked legs spread, her pussy clearly in the midst of being licked. Behind them on the bed was the man, tied spread eagle, a ball gag in his mouth. Standing straigh and proud like a flag pole his cock wiggled, begging for the attention both ladies seemed fine to deny him while they pleasured each other.
“Well…fuck. I mean you could have at least waited.” Mark closed the door behind him already taking his shirt off on the way in.