Join the Club - 1

Join the Club - 1 [part 1 of 2]
By: Jean Claude (pwone@hotmail.com)

She squirmed as he pulled his unbelievably fat cock out of her ass. He greased the shaft and forced it slowly back into her, working it back and forth, side to side, filling her up until her whole world was hard cock and all of it was up her ass. At one point she would have cried out, unsure of whether she was in heaven or hell, but the ball-gag stifled her. Instead, she squealed like a stuck pig, which only seemed to excite him. He thrust for a while, impaling her over and over until she felt the massive thing twitch inside her and he stopped, fighting for control. After a while she felt it go and the blindfold slipped from her eyes. A hand held a glass of water near her lips, as if she could sip through the gag. "Thirsty?" She nodded, and the blindfold went back in place even as the gag fell away. She waited for water but got hot flesh: "Suck this."

She tried to turn away but couldn't, the high collar wouldn't let her and the cocktip pushed against clenched teeth. A paddle smacked her bare buttock, ringing loud in the silence, and the cocktip pressed again. She opened her mouth to protest and it slid in, merciless. She thought about biting him, thought again of paddles and cuffs, and instead stroked the underside of the huge cock with her tongue.

"Much better." There was a click and the thing filling her snatch began to vibrate, a low quiet throb inside. Rough fingers pulled at her nipples, and to her surprise they were gorged; hard and pert. Another cock knocked on the back door, this one not so big. It slid in without pain, and pumped a steady pace. A hand squeezed her buttcheek fondly, its owner pleased with her.

Very pleased; after a minute of pumping her ass steadily she heard him groan. Rough hands dug into her as he rammed her defenceless butt so hard his balls swung between parted thighs to slap her pussy lips. The cock pulsed inside her, hot cum bubbling up, squirting inside the hot tight walls of her ass. She felt it squirt back around the cock to dribble, hot and sticky down her legs. After a moment he started pumping again, a wet, squelching sound, relentless that disappeared as the cock in her mouth exploded in a flood of hot cum she struggled to swallow.

Breathing hard, he straightened up, unzipping his mask and snapping her cuffs open. As she fought stiff muscles upright the other one slipped out of her ass. Twisting and slipping off the blindfold, she realised that he was himself cuffed, wrist and ankle, so that all he could do was fuck her. She grinned. "You I shall call Prometheus."

He grinned back, "Just so long as you call me again."

"Thursday?"

"Can't. Wife wants to go shopping."

"You have a wife? Why don't you bring her?" His mouth didn't answer but the rest of him did. "I see. That rules Thursday out. But I do so love pussy. Find me fresh pussy before you come here again." Her smile went darker, "Or I'll tell your wife." She stared at the ceiling and hummed tunelessly for thirty seconds, then looked at him again, "I like them just the way you do: young and dumb with huge tits and long blonde hair. Since you'll be going to so much trouble, you'll have first crack. As it were." She laughed at her own joke, one hand playing between her legs. "But if you cum before I tell you to, there'll be hell to pay."

He nodded.

* * *

One of the smudges resisted. Another squirt and some elbow grease and the display counter returned to glassy splendour. She nodded satisfaction and hauled a big cardboard box over to one of the shelves. Practised boredom refilled and adjusted row upon row of DVD cases, a thumb flicking in unobvious synchronicity through the sleeved discs, confirming their presence. She glanced up, sixth sense alerting her to the presence of the paying public. One brow arched in momentary surprise - a lone woman. An attractive woman on her own. You don't get many in sex shops. They feel outnumbered, which they are, and uncomfortable because their mere presence is an admission that they will do the nasty, and so all eyes are upon them, unless they wear the jaundiced invisibility cloak of staffdom.

"Can I help you?" said Kelly. "Oh yes," said the very attractive blonde woman, absently hitching up her bra in a manoeuvre expressly designed to leave any men in her wake furtively adjusting their crotches. She took a deep breath, and so did Kelly, who liked women. She also liked men: she wasn't homosexual, and she wasn't heterosexual, and she didn't care much for the word "bisexual"; if you'd asked her she would have said she was just plain sexual.

"I am looking," said the blonde woman, with a dramatic pause of just the right length, "for Gates-of-Hell to fit a very large cock."

"Lucky you," murmured Kelly, then remembered herself. "Over here. There aren't any on display but we've just got a load of new stock in, so if you give me a couple of minutes I'll be able to tell you whether I can help.

"Lucky me," agreed the blonde woman, stepping well inside Kelly's personal space and hooking an arm around her waist. "Would you like to try it out? Nice rack, by the way." She gave one a gentle squeeze.

"I'm not sure," said Kelly, taken aback by the incredibly brazen woman. "Things like this don't normally happen while I'm awake." She felt the blonde woman's fingers gliding up her thigh. A hand seized her ponytail pulling her head back up. Those ruby lips descended on hers and she smiled inwardly, willing lamb to the slaughter. "Not here. In the backroom!"

They practically ran. The blonde woman span Kelly on her heels and cupped one of her breasts, the way guys like to. Her other hand groped between Kelly's legs, cupping her mound, squeezing it rhythmically. Their parted lips met, tongues flashing out to clash, hot and raw, carnal gladiators in mortal combat. Kelly ground her ass into the other woman's crotch, flung a hand out to clasp at her thigh, mapping the curve of it, gliding across the woman's midriff, smoothing the azure satin of her blouse down between her legs. She turned, took her in full embrace, thrust her tongue between the blonde woman's lips, sucked her writhing tongue into her own mouth in a frenzy of desire.

Kelly hoisted her own skirt to allow the blonde woman her wicked way, revealing lacy stocking tops. The blonde followed suit; they were almost a matched pair. Kelly's were floral, the blonde's a diamond and dollar sign weave. "Nice," she murmured in Kelly's ear, tongue flicking the lobe, hand caressing Kelly's long, luscious flank. "Prints can be tacky."

Kelly slid her hand into the sheer front of blondie's lacy knickers and probed a finger into the hot wetness of her, "I don't know. Trashy can be good. It guarantees you'll get laid."

Blondie sniggered, unhooking Kelly's bra deftly as only another woman can. "I'd say you're in with a chance today." The cup fell away and hot lips fastened around her teat, hot, sharp tongue rasping sexual tremors across the nipple and down her spine. One hand sneaked under Kelly's panty crotch and into her pussy, working dripping pussy juice up her cleft to slick her clit.

"Nice tits, Kelly. Pity they aren't behind the register looking after the customers I had to serve."

"Oh shit! I'm not - I didn't - this isn't, I mean -"

He looked them both up and down. "What, exactly, are you doing in here?" As if it weren't perfectly obvious. A boss question if ever there was one. Like most idiot boss questions, there was no right answer.

Kelly realised he wasn't glaring at her any more. Her gaze followed his, and the reason was revealed. Far from covering up, the blonde woman was taking her panties off. She bent over, making the movement slow, slutty and graceful all at the same time. She flipped her skirt up. Smooth, firm, tanned buttcheeks stared up at him. He stared back. "What are you waiting for, stud?" She gripped her ankles and wiggled her buns invitingly. "It's your turn."

He was poleaxed.

"Are you gonna give it to me or not?" He stammered incomprehensible reply. "You aren't gay, are you?" He looked offended. She straightened up. "You don't look gay." Her hand slid down his crotch and squeezed provocatively. "My bad, but believe me I'll make it up to you."

He seemed lost for a moment, then the decision was made, more by the little head than the big one; her fingers were persuasive. She sensed the change, and those fingers were suddenly busy with his belt.

He glanced at the clock. "Kelly! Get out there, serve anyone who's waiting and close the shop. Then get your horny little ass back in here. We'll be wanting it, shortly." She finished tidying her clothes and scurried back to the floor. "Kelly?" He boomed after her, and she turned at the door. "Did I mention what a great rack you have?" He grinned but his face went all goofy as he slid into the blonde woman's neatly trimmed snatch. Kelly rolled her eyes, smiling, and disappeared through the door.

The blonde woman squeezed his cock inside her. He grunted and thrust, spearing into her. Her eyes rolled with ecstasy, "Oh god, I was made for this. Fuck me, you bastard!" He saw the Gates of Hell where the women had dropped them. "Is this yours?" Not yet, she grunted, pushing back into his thrusts. He pulled out of her and eased the infernal contraption onto his gorged tool.

"You look fabulous, darling. Hard as a rock and terribly smart in chrome and black leather. I was enjoying a good rogering but I'm sure your boyfriend will love it." He chuckled and pulled her ass back into position, pushing her shoulders down.

"What are you-"

He shoved his whole package, cock and enclosing hardware, into her sodden puss, with several savage thrusts. "Ergk. Ugghh! Waaagh! Oh god! You asshole! You bastard!" He started to withdraw. "Oh jesus, don't stop!" The whole thing was slick with pussy juice, and a trace of blood.

"I think I may have hurt you-"

"I love it rough. Put that back where it was, right now, you selfish bastard. You're going to slamfuck me till I cum or I pass out, whichever comes first." Splorch. "Waugh! Oh god yes!" Her perfect tits swayed deliciously in the wall mirror. He adjusted his pace, watching them bounce and jiggle.