“I can’t
believe we’re going through with this!”
Nervous
energy vibrated through Dani. Cold sweat chilled her skin. She took a deep
breath and gave a huge shove, forcing neurotic distress to the back of her mind,
shaking off the jitters. There would be no giving in to anxiety. Not now,
sitting perched on the edge of her seat in a dimly lit, small and intimate sex
club. No, it was time to reach deep inside for the courage to partake in her
longstanding fantasy.
Her very
own French connection would happen tonight in the notorious Pigalle, also known
as Pig Alley—Paris’
red light district. She’d visited the world-famous Divan du monde and Moulin
Rouge, even took a tour of Musée de l'érotisme, a museum of erotic art. Dani found the neighborhood to be a curious blending of
cultures. Beautiful burlesque theaters right next to more conventional,
respectable establishments. During the day, tourists mingled with local
prostitutes and artists. After dark, it took on a rough edginess and was not a
place for the faint of heart.
Pigalle was
the epicenter of Parisian adult entertainment. A playground for the bold and
brazen. If you ventured down her boulevards, you’d better have an open mind, tenacious
nature and be at ease with hardcore sexuality. Cabarets, strip clubs, peep
shows and sex shops with flashing bold neon signs dominated the area, which was
home to every X-rated kinky adventure imaginable. Exhibitionism and voyeurism. Sexual
masochism and sadism. Dominance and submission. Bondage and spanking. Ménages
and orgies. Sex before an audience…
My own personal favorite. Yum!
The erotic
tableau provided a feast for the senses. Raspy moans joined the delicious slap
of wet flesh to reverberate through the room in a sexy symphony, heating her
blood. Her pulse soared, pounding in her ears. With each panted breath, her
nostrils flared as Dani devoured the musky scents of arousal, sweat and sex.
She’d
never imagined watching men fuck would be such a turn-on. Two hard male bodies
fit together surprisingly well. Muscles coiled, flexed, pumped, collided. Very
different from a man tempering his strength for a soft woman, this pair held
nothing back. Each powerful thrust met an equally robust drive. Hands fisted,
pushed and pulled. Their kisses were raw, primal, teeth clashing, tongues
plunging. The chair upon which they fucked rocked and groaned under the
punishing abuse as one hunk rode the other.
“Jesus,
they are gorgeous,” she whispered. A lean wall of muscle pressed in closer
against her side, making her pussy clench with desire.
Grasping
her lower lip between her teeth, Dani managed to contain a needy whimper. The
room had gotten hot. A sub-tropical, sweltering kind of hot. She plucked at the
front of her dress, pulled the silk away from swollen breasts and blew a discreet
stream of air onto the plump mounds being pushed up by a corset. The ache,
which had started in her abdomen, spread lower.
“Are you
wet?” Warm breath tickled her ear, driving her to the brink of orgasm.
Dirty talk
was her sexual drug of choice—Spanish Fly for her libido. Shot her right to the
precipice of a high peak, perched on the rim, prepared for a stunning freefall
into ecstasy.
“Mmm…I
smell your cream. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t wait for our turn. Get you up
on that stage, naked except for where our bodies are sealed together. My cock
drilling into you balls deep. Filling your cunt while everyone watches. All the
men wishing they were in my place.”
His hand
slid up her inner thigh. Dani automatically spread her legs wider, welcoming the
probing touch of his fingers, but she remained mesmerized by the show. The man
on top tormented his partner’s nipples, raking them with his teeth. The seated
man arched, an anguished cry parting sensual lips. He jerked and twisted on the
chair, sweat-slicked skin glistened under the amber lights. The other man
fisted his hair and yanked, snapping his head back to expose his neck. Corded
tendons bulged as his throat was feasted upon.
Their
unbridled passion, coupled with her husband’s teasing caresses, electrified
her. Thick fingers separated her labia, two plunging into her moist pussy then retreating
to leave her empty. Noisy slurping drew her gaze to Mikael as he sucked her
cream from the digits then pulled them out with a wet pop. She whimpered.
“I’m going
to finger your ass, slam them deep,” he said, holding his hand out so she could
see the coating of saliva. She pictured him suiting action to words, thrusting hard,
twisting his wrist while she bucked and writhed.
“You
remember our plan?”
Did she
ever. Dani’s heart wedged into her throat rendering her speechless. She nodded,
thinking of everything they’d discussed, how he would take her, use her body. His
pale blue eyes reflected love and adoration.
She’d been
blessed the day they met. After two years of dating and five years of marriage,
their love continued to grow right along with the voracious physical hunger. If
they were lucky, satiation would never be found.
God, how
she loved him! Dani would do anything to please her man.
Mikael
read her emotions with ease and quietly responded, “I love you too, babe!”
In a row
behind them someone gasped. She glanced back, discovering most of the patrons
were no longer merely spectators but active participants. Inspired by the show,
men fisted reddened cocks. Couples kissed and fondled, a few in shadowy alcoves
appeared to be fucking.
Before
long it would be Mikael shafting her up on the stage as the audience listened.
Watched. Climaxed. The mere idea excited her. Dani’s body buzzed with
anticipation.
Mikael
nodded toward the two men. “Look at them, Dani. Watch that wide cock…stretching
him…piercing his ass.” His voice deepened, the choppy words escaping on panted
breaths. She heard his heightened arousal, not needing to look at his groin to
know his cock tented his pants.
“Imagine
it’s you…riding me. Taking every inch. Those round cheeks…your lovely
ass…muscles flexing…grasping my cock. Breasts bouncing. Legs pumping. Fucking
yourself deep. Strangers watching it all.”
Sensual
shivers ignited in her pelvis, intensified, raced along sensory pathways. Her hips
rocked to an internal, primitive rhythm and her nipples elongated, tightening
into hard points. She arched her back, put her breasts on carnal display,
demanded his attention.
Her
response to Mikael had always been this way. Visceral and instinctive, forged
by baser emotions. And he knew just how to play her body, work the tension.
Seduce her with his words, tone and inflection.
He cupped
her cheek, traced the curve of her jaw, the column of her throat. Without hesitation,
he delved beneath her dress, and scooped her breasts from the confining corset,
pinching her aching nipples.
“Look
around. Soon all those eager gazes will worship this beautiful body. Devour
your salacious movements. Covet what only I will have. They will envy me. Itch
for the feel of your soft skin beneath their hands. Contemplate the taste of
your juices flowing over their tongues. Dream of your mouth, pussy and ass
sheathing their cocks.”
“Oh,
yesss,” she gasped.
Patient
and persistent, Mikael had made the effort to learn all her hidden desires then
set out to deliver every fantasy, generating a yearning for new delicacies in
the process. Last year she’d confessed to her greatest weakness—an extravagant
lust—for the exhibitionistic thrill of having her sexuality put on display.
Having others experience her intimate gratification.
His
selfless devotion to her gratification still amazed Dani. There were no
boundaries or limits to his generosity, as his anniversary gift to her proved. This
luxurious trip. Time together away from their normal lives. And the fulfillment
of her number one fantasy.
They had
started out small, having sex in the car at night in a deserted parking lot.
The potential for discovery driving them both wild. Each outing grew bolder, the
risks bigger. The furthest they’d ventured was a dark, practically deserted
movie theater. Kneeling between his legs, his hands fisted in her hair, Michael
brought her to orgasm with just his voice as she sucked his cock and swallowed
his cum.
From the pleasure-filled
moans filtering through the club, she sensed the two men neared completion. She
longed to join them. It wouldn’t take much to bring her off. The moment Mikael
withdrew his hands from her body she wanted to scream in frustration, but he
didn’t abandon her. Far from it.
“Watch. Listen.
Almost there. You’re so hot, wet and ready. Look at them, babe.”
Listen? Look
at them? She lacked the ability to turn away. Nothing short of the building
going up in flames could divert her attention now.
“See him
pounding down on that cock. Feel it. That’s my cock and you’re riding it with
everyone looking. I can feel your pussy fluttering against me seconds before
your body tenses. My heart bangs into my ribs once…twice…”
She felt
it, imagining her body reacting exactly as Mikael described. Holding her
breath, she waited out the orgasm, perched in a squatted position, hovering
with only his crown snuggled inside her.
The fact
her hips had risen above the chair barely registered in her consciousness. When
the man slammed down onto his lover and screamed so did she.
“Fuck
yeah! So good. Your pussy clamping onto my cock, squeezing tight. Hot cream everywhere,
heating my balls, trickling down my ass. You’re rippling— spasming. Sucking the
cum from my balls. Pulling me into you.”
Oh God! Yessss!
Had she
screamed that out loud? Oh well, it didn’t matter.
Collapsed
back in her seat, Dani panted through the aftershocks exploding along her
clitoris and enjoyed the brilliant light show taking place on the back of her
eyelids. Recovering from her orgasm took several minutes. When she finally
opened her eyes to glance at the stage a woman was just finishing cleaning up.
“Are you
ready to live out your fantasy?”
She met Mikael’s
intent gaze and nodded. A revitalizing rush of adrenaline screeched through
her.
He
hesitated, a firm hand restraining Dani when she would have risen. “Are you
sure? If you don’t want to… You don’t have to go through with this just because
we’re here. Only if you’re sure, babe.”
Love and
happiness tightened her chest. Was it possible to love him more than she
already did? Somehow, she doubted it. And although she expressed her feelings
frequently, she doubted he could fathom the depth of her love.
Dani flashed
a mega-watt smile to reassure her protective husband. “I love you, Mikael. As
long as you’re still okay with this then yes…I want it bad!” She couldn’t
resist this perfect opportunity to tease and lighten his serious mood. Dropping
the smile, she tilted her head and turned a quizzical expression on him.
“You’re not backing out on my present, are you?”
His brow
crinkled and Mikael scowled.
“’Cause I
noticed a rather nice jewelry store near the hotel. If you’d prefer to buy me
diamonds for our anniversary—”
His sharp
burst of robust laughter was music to her ears and a balm for her soul. “Oh,
that’s it. No out for you, babe. It’s show time. You’re going to march that
luscious ass up onto the stage and get your present whether your want it or
not.” He tried for a stern look, but the twinkle of merriment in his eyes
ruined the effect.
“Yes,
sir.” He would still let her back out if she changed her mind, but his words
allowed Dani to move forward and embrace the fantasy.
She gave a
snappy salute then headed for the stage and a bed draped in red satin. A swarm
of butterflies frolicked in her tummy until Mikael’s warmth enveloped her from
behind, chasing away her anxiety. He placed a chaste kiss on her neck and moved
away, taking a seat at the end of the bed.
The shift
in his demeanor from loving husband to dominant lover was palpable. In a
commanding tone he ordered, “Strip for us,”
placing emphasis on the last word.
Dani
glanced out over the audience. All eyes were on the stage—on her. Good! Exactly
what she wanted. The focused attention of the crowd made her feel provocative,
naughty, wanton.
What a rush!
Scintillating
music played in her mind. Dani fell into the slow rhythm, swayed her hips, and
started unbuttoning her dress, maintaining eye contact with Mikael.
Mmm…what a
hunk. He’d been a handsome twenty-five year old bad boy when they’d met. A
leather-clad devil. Now, seven years later, boyish charm had matured into
controlled magnetism. The heat of his intense consideration fired her blood.
Mesmerizing blue eyes blazed beneath the maroon scarf tied over his brow. He
looked like the rakish captain of a pirate ship, wicked and charming. She
wouldn’t mind being debauched by him. She wanted to reach out, run her hands
over the crinkled cotton, then plunge her fingers into his thick
shoulder-length hair.
While
working the row of buttons running from breast to knee, she drank in his
handsome features. Angular face and noble brow, nose a straight slash down the
center. A trim goatee and mustache shadowed his jaw and accented generous lips.
That hair felt so good when it brushed her inner thighs and did crazy things to
her insides.
His
six-foot three frame held the toned, lean muscles of a swimmer. His black
muscle shirt displayed defined biceps, and worn, faded jeans highlighted
powerful legs. Too bad he was sitting down and she couldn’t appreciate his
glorious ass.
Finished
with the buttons, Dani rolled her shoulders and the dress flowed down her back
to pool at her feet. Mikael’s gaze blazed a slow path from the midnight blue
leather corset pushing up her breasts over her flat tummy to the matching
thong, lingering on damp thighs before trailing along her legs.
“Now the
top.” The words were gritted out from between tightly clenched teeth.
The
zippered front made it a quick job to remove the corset. A low murmur of
appreciation reached her from the darkened seating area, reminding Dani that
she had an audience. She waited for Mikael’s almost imperceptible nod signaling
her to proceed before moving between his legs, going down on her knees, and
sliding her palms up his thighs. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she popped the
button then pulled the zipper, releasing his cock into her hands. She held his
thick shaft in a two fisted grip, licking her lips as a bead of fluid emerged
from the narrow slit.
“Lick it,
babe. Get me nice and wet.” He gathered her long blonde hair and held it out of
the way, ensuring the spectators had an unobstructed view.
She wasn’t
able to stop a wicked grin from drawing one side of her mouth upward. He may
have a plan, but right now the power rested in her hands. Quite literally, in
fact. In a show of defiance, she flicked the very tip of her tongue out to
scoop up the small pearl, and hummed in appreciation as his salty essence
flooded her taste buds.
Dani
shifted back and encouraged him to stand. She didn’t dawdle, quickly removing
his shoes then stripping away his pants and socks, baring his body from the
waist down. With a soft kiss to his hip and a hard push, she set him back on
the bed and resumed her previous position between his legs.
Lifting
his cock along six-pack abs, she nuzzled his balls, breathing in Mikael’s heady
scent. She licked the shallow line separating the heavy sac all the way down
and behind to lap at his perineum. She utilized great care not miss a spot,
while licking his potent male flesh. He moaned—praise for her efforts—as she
sucked on one side at a time.
“Yeah,
like that. Roll your tongue. Ah, Jesus. Now suck.”
After she
released the globes, his hands fisted in her hair, wrenched her head where he
wanted it, and rammed his broad crown into her lips. He knew a bit of rough
handling and slip of control got her hornier than hell. She opened wide, sucked
him down her throat, twirling her tongue and taking most of his length.
Mikael
growled, “Deeper. You can take me—all of me. Relax. Suck me down that pretty throat.”
Dani gave
up teasing, immersing herself in pleasuring her husband. Her teeth scraped,
giving him the slight edge of pain he liked. Then she got really serious,
sucked hard, hollowed her cheeks. Each stroke took him further and with a
convulsive swallow, she overrode the natural gag reflex, admitting him deep.
All the way. Until her lips pressed against his pelvis.
“Damn,
baby. So good.”
She
glanced up his body to meet his stare. His expression said it all. Spelled out
his love. Told her she was cherished, appreciated.
“You love
sucking my cock, and I love watching you.”
The
burning in her lungs forced Dani to pull back. Cool air descended from her
nasal passage, expanding her chest and inadvertently brushing one of her
nipples on his thigh. She plunged, almost sneezing when crisp pubic hairs
tickled her nose, pulled back for another breath. Over and over. Her
enthusiastic sucking sounds rose in answer to his guttural moans.
One hand
cradled his tight sac. His balls clenched, and Mikael’s thrusts became erratic.
She knew what he needed to go over. Shortening her strokes, she took him
shallowly, focused on the head of his cock, waited for the sudden tensing that would
precede his climax. He went stiff and she began to swallow.
Hot streams
of cum hit the back of her tongue. Greedy, hungry for him, she drank down every
drop, pumping her hand, continuing to suck until he gave a sharp yank on her
hair. Poor baby was feeling ultra-sensitive.
He collapsed
back on the bed, chest billowing as he gasped for air.
Dani
crawled up his body, taking a look out over the crowd. Performing for them,
titillating these strangers gave her a sense of empowerment. Made her feel decidedly
sinful.
Beautiful.
Feminine.
Ready for
more.
She was
eager for him to fuck her ass in front of all these witnesses.
He would
be ready too. They’d done research, practiced. Mikael had learned to have
multiple consecutive orgasms without need of a rest period. Using mental and
physical control, his cock remained hard. He loved the experience, told her each
subsequent was more powerful, expanding to encompass his entire body.
Like a fierce
predator, he lay in wait. Dani straddled his hips and dropped down for a kiss,
shrieking as he surged into motion. With a roar, Mikael flipped her over. He
came down on top of her, his welcome weight compressing her into the soft
mattress.
“Mine,” he
warned, shooting a hard glance at those seated around the club.
“Yes,” she
confirmed, “one-hundred percent yours. Now prove it. Show them,” Dani demanded.
To her
delight, he did. Taking her to new heights. Making her scream until her voice
gave out. Until there could be no doubt of his irrefutable claim on her body,
heart and soul. Her generous husband fulfilled her wildest fantasy, her
imagination sparking a few new variations for them to explore.
About Nicole
Nicole
lives on the sheltered Gulf Coast of Florida, where inspiration can be found
sitting under a big shade umbrella on the beach, sipping cold margaritas and watching
all the hunks at play. Always an overachiever, Nicole stayed busy earning three
college degrees and now splits her time between working in a health care career
and writing.
A
voracious reader, she never goes anywhere without a book, but started looking
for something more. Something hotter. Her passion for erotic romance released
her inner hussy, leading to Nicole’s creation of sizzling characters and
boundary pushing stories. Now she lives in an incredible world where fantasy
comes to life in bold, vivid detail.
She
can often be found conducting research for her steamy stories while chatting
with her muse and people watching. Turns out those voyeuristic tendencies are
useful after all, who could have guessed.
Visit
Nicole’s Website http://www.nicoleaustin.net
Contact
Nicole nicole@nicoleaustin.net
