Threesome in a Sex Club
"Un, Deux, Trois," a Dirty Martini sexy story by Bree
I lead my sweet boy into the party by the hand. I needn't - my bare ass is framed by a black silk garter belt and he'd likely follow it anywhere. Intuiting his shyness, I gently guide him away from the main room where the stage is already being claimed by a group of half-undressed rowdy boys to a smaller, more private stall we will make our own. We are the first to discover the tiny room. The bed fills most of it, save a single candle flickering in the corner and a canister mounted on the wall. The canister looks like a soap dispenser, except that it dispenses lube. Not that we'll need it.
Instinctively, as if at home, he leans back into he bed, never moving his eyes from mine. He looks sultry and mysterious in this dim light; his firm muscles and soft smile are almost a surprise, though I've been admiring both for the entire month we've been fucking. I lean in and hover over him, my breasts pouring forth from my low cut bra, chosen tonight just for him. I tease him with my nipples, grazing them across his mouth as I mount him in an instant, my stockings sweeping across his thighs. I press my bare pussy, shaven smooth, across his cottoned crotch. His cock jumps to attention. I can feel it growing underneath me inside his underwear. His are sexy, too -- the black bikini that shows off both his abs and his package -- the very pair he wore when he took me home that first night, even though he swears he wasn't expecting anything so soon. That's my Boy Scout -- always prepared.
Yet he's clearly unprepared for this, and his breath draws in sharply as I pull his underwear down in one smooth motion and rub myself against him. His perfect beautiful cock stiffens and moves of its own accord, reaching for its home in my pussy. I pull away and bend to kiss the tip lightly. He leans back. I begin what I love to do most -- mouth him gently under and around his cock, purse my lips around the delicate head, pull him into my throat slowly, letting the length of his cock fill my mouth. A groan escapes his lips, but now that I have his attention, I pull off. I want this night to last. I kiss my way back up his chest to his mouth. His eyes are closed.
"Sweetheart, will you do me a favor?" I whisper.
His eyes open slowly, filled with that earnest sincerity I find so unbelievably irresistible. He's so sweetly, almost innocently sexy that I want to ravish him. But not yet.
"Of course, baby. What is it?"
I love that he is so eager to please, often spending entire evenings with his face between my legs, tongue swirling my clit in maddening circles, bringing me to the brink and back again, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from my body until I am thoroughly spent. Tonight's it's his turn.
"I want you to wait here for me a minute, okay? I'll be right back. Promise."
"Now? Like this?" he motions to his rigid cock, standing at attention.
I want to save it," I tell him. "No touching. I'll be right back."
He looks slightly confused, but he trusts me. I have, after all, brought him to his very first sex club. He knows he's in good hands.
I return minutes later and make a small tabooing noise with my heel before I let him see me.
"Still waiting?"
"Yup," he says.
"Still hard?" I tease.
"Ooooh, yeah," he tells me. I can hear his grin.
"Good," I say as I glide into the room. I'm holding hands with a woman he's never seen before. A redhead, very femme, a little bit younger than us, with smooth, pale skin offset by a deep burgundy lace bra and matching panties. She's very pretty in a quiet, classy, understated way.
"Honey, this is Sarah," I say, and she offers him the hand not already attached to me. He takes it, speechless, and looks at me. It is the look of a kid in a candy shop or on Christmas morning, the incredulous wonder of "This is for me?" His erection rages.
He pulls Sarah closer to him, glancing at me for approval. I nod. She's nervous, too, and stands awkwardly beside the bed. I let go of her hand momentarily, sit between them and lean into my boy, taking his face in both my hands, kissing him full on the lips. My tongue caresses his mouth with promises of what lies ahead. "Surprise," I breathe into his ear. Then I pull back, remembering our guest, not wanting to be rude.
"I'm so glad you could join us, Sarah," I tell her, stroking her pretty hair, which falls in delicate curls past her shoulders. She smiles, eyes glittering in the candlelight, and it's her turn to be kissed, a warm, welcoming embrace to set her at ease. I pull her into my lap beside him and next to him we kiss, our mouths tentatively opening to explore. I run the tip of my tongue along her lower lip and then down her neck. Her hair tickles my face as I kiss her collarbone and move up her neck behind her ear. This leaves her mouth free.
"Now you two," I direct, and my boy pulls her into the deep slow kiss I know so well. She responds - I feel her nipples stiffen against her bra, so I reach inside it to stroke her softly. His hand wanders down to caress my hair and I move my head to the side to kiss his hand. I take his middle finger into my mouth, sucking it slowly just like it is his cock, and I hear his breath above me. Their kiss breaks as Sarah looks down at me and smiles. I sit up, nestled between them. We are crowded onto this little bed, and he instinctively moves back against the wall. We girls look at each other and decide to stay where we are.
Sarah kisses me this time, growing bolder. I press my body against hers, adjusting the angle so my boy has a perfect view of my ass. He can see her breasts, too, edging out of her bra - I've chosen a girl with luscious, full breasts. We share an appreciation for that sort of thing, my boy and I. I brush my lips across her alabaster skin and move my mouth down her chest, nibbling at her through her bra. She wriggles free of it, and my boy's hand appears on my ass at the exact moment I take her pink nipple into my mouth. She leans her head back as I suck and tug gently at her nipple, my fingertips playing at her other breast. He creeps closer, squeezing my ass as I play with her nipples. She reaches behind me, stroking my back, kneading my shoulders and pressing her pelvis against me. I can feel her heat. I move my leg between hers, rubbing firmly against her.
I lie across his lap and she lies beside me. We are a tangle of arms and legs and mouths. As I reach for her pussy, unmistakably damp through her panties, he reaches for mine. He strokes me as I touch her. I spread her open and soon his hand covers mine. We are touching her together. Our fingertips meet inside this girl. Emboldened by desire, he takes over, moving in front of us. Sarah and I giggle into each other's mouths and kiss again, deeper, more seriously. This is really getting going. He is on his knees in front of us, hardened cock on display. His right thumb circles my clit and his right middle finger slides into me, and his left hand rubs Sarah, those fingers slowly entering her cunt as well. He fucks us both, three fingers each, a spectacular view -- two half-naked girls spread before him on our backs, my leg thrown over Sarah, her ankle entwined with mine. He's fucking us in perfect unison and we moan together, feeding off each other, encouraging each other, spurring each other on. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth as his fingers pump steadily inside me. She bucks her hips to let more of him fill her. We're both crying out, raising our hips together. We watch him fucking us, watch each other enjoy it. He is so good at what he does. I come twice in rapid succession, with a low, guttural growl. Sarah's hand clamps down on my thigh as she does, too, shivering slightly. Our panting slows for a moment and I see his hand, wet with my juices, move to his cock.
The pace quickens along with my pulse and I lean back into him, my ass grinding into his lap, as bold Sarah leans into me, smearing her lipstick on my breasts. She kisses down my belly, tugging at the top of my garter belt with her teeth. She ducks her head beneath it to kiss my bare pussy, to lick me clean. I press my back tighter against my boy, whose hands appear at my breasts. I'm in his lap now, with her head bent between my legs. I tilt my head to kiss him, my tongue probing his mouth as hers slides along my cunt, and I lift my hips so she can reach him beneath my ass. Cautiously, she moves her mouth from my pussy to his thigh and then the base of his cock. I turn and we go to work on him -- all attention focused on him, this man who has been watching us writhe under his magic fingers. I position myself beneath him and bathe his scrotum with my tongue pulling him gently between my lips, running my tongue in soft circles along his tender skin. She teases the head of his cock with her tongue gingerly, learning his body and its rhythms. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, squeezing gently, and she lowers her mouth on him. There are mouths and hands everywhere and he can't tell whose are whose. A hand moving down his thigh, and hand moving up his chest, a hand wrapped round his dick, another squeezing his ass. Sarah's throat opens as her mouth comes down on him; he holds her hair for her as her head bobs up and down. I match her rhythm with my hand, stroking his cock up and down, my thumb just under her mouth. Gliding along his cockhead just under her tongue. I keep my hand moving on him and warp my mouth around his testicles, enveloping him. Together, we have his entire cock in our warm, moist mouths. There's not an inch of his cock that is not buried in soft, sweet, sucking moisture. I take full advantage of his bliss and move my mouth down further, flicking my tongue at his ass. His cheeks jerk in response, but he lets me. We haven't done this before, but tonight is the start of so many firsts, I can practically hear his mind calling, "Bring it on!" Inhibition melts away as his full concentration is centered on the fire spreading between his legs. Excruciatingly slowly I move the flat of my tongue against his perineum and over his sweet asshole. He tightens, and I coax his skin gently, flicking the tip of my tongue across the pucker like Sarah is flicking hers against the head of his dick. Together we flick, lick, tongue, suck, devour him. He relaxes, surrendering himself to us. She moves faster and I move slower. Then we move in unison and his fists clutch the sheets on the bed. Suddenly he moves away from us, pulling Sarah's head off his dick and pulling me up into a sitting position. His underwear is discarded on the floor and he deftly undoes the back of my bra. I help Sarah out of her panties. He snaps my garter against my thigh, deciding to leave it on. Sarah leans against the wall and he pushes me down onto my back in her lap. She squeezes my breasts and tugs at my nipples as he finds a condom and slides it on. She smiles, watching intently. He is looking only at me. "Put me inside you," he says. No matter how many times he says this, it is enthralling: I've never heard anything so sexy in my entire life. I reach for his cock, rigid with watching and wanting us. Impossibly smooth skin enveloping it. He jerks to meet my grasp. I hold him gently, delicately in my hand, and move just the tip of his cockhead against my clit. Sarah and I breathe hard. I use him to tease myself, getting wetter now, need soaking out of me. He slides easily up and down along my opening. "Put me inside you," he breathes, his eyes gentle and intense, never once leaving my own. I hold his gaze firmly as I hold his penis. I do not blink, just watch him watching me as I nudge the head of his cock inside myself, then pull him close inside my body. Sarah's breath is audible. She leans over me to pull my breast into her mouth. As she sucks at me, he starts to pump and my unintelligible noisemaking begins. I sigh, heave, wail, cry out "Please oh yes please!" I have no idea what I am or am not saying, only that I need this fucking, and I need him to give it to me. It feels so perfect. I know it does to him, too, as he surges against me, burying his cock in my cunt. He makes noises, too, and Sarah rises from my chest to meet his mouth, covering it with her own. He kisses her as he fucks me, and she leans up and lowers herself over my face. I smother my screams in her pussy, my groans buzzing against her clit. She moves over me, pressing down against my smooth tongue. He opens his eyes to this triangle, his cock pushing deeper inside me as my tongue enters Sarah and her tongue explores his mouth. We are entering each other, over and over, exchanging breath. He bends his head and her breast fills his mouth and he finds an even better view of my tongue flicking her clit, circling it and dipping inside her. He's never seen a woman go down on another woman in person before, so I show off for him, display my twelve years of lesbian expertise like I'm at the pussy-eating Olympics. This makes him swell larger inside me; his cock soars as he hammers my cunt. I match his speed, sucking at Sarah's clit, moving two fingers up inside her. He's fucking me and I'm fucking her and they're shuddering into each other's mouths. I'm coming, squeezing tightly around him, burying my screams in her dripping cunt. She's grinding against me, crying out. He thrusts himself into me hard. Ramming himself in deep, over and over. We're all sweating on each other, slick and shiny. Sarah bucks against my hand. Her pussy tightens, then gushes as she comes right into my mouth. This sets me off again, and I start to come a fourth time, my cunt clutching against his cock, squeezing him tightly inside me. He moans now, too, and braces himself against Sarah's body. Her thighs tighten around my head. He looks at her and down at me, one arms wrapped round her shoulder, one hand entwined with mine, as he thrusts himself into me faster and harder. I struggle to keep pace on Sarah's clit with my tongue. She moves against me; he moves against me. He takes hold of her breast as he heaves his cock into me and his breath shudders out of him in one long "uuuuuunhhh" and he comes. I feel his cockhead pulse and twitch inside me. She kisses him sweetly, while I stroke his ass and thighs. He stays still for a moment, collapsing on top of me from sheer exhaustion. Sarah dismounts off my face and curls up alongside us. I hold them both to me, breathing heavily. He gently pulls out of me, tosses the condom aside, and lays back on the bed, a girl under each arm, contented. Sarah and I lean up to kiss him, then kiss each other across his chest. Like this we lie. Salty. Sated. Silent.
Copyright January 2007, Bree.
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