Heather & Thorne - Part Two

“Are you ready Heather?” Thorne was growing impatient. Tonight they were headed for a very exclusive sex club located on the outskirts of town known as The Dark Spot. Known for its “themed rooms” The Dark Spot stood out from all the rest. And like that well known phrase “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” this holds true at The Dark Spot. Thorne couldn’t wait to show Heather off.

He wore black slacks with a black silk long sleeved shirt. His shoulder length hair was slicked back with some gel. He sat on their black leather couch and lit a cigarette. A few minutes later Heather appeared at the doorway. Thorne looked at her and was reminded all over again what had drawn him to her in the first place. She dripped with sex appeal. She wore a black leather vest with a zipper running down the middle and a matching skirt with a matching zipper running down the back. Her breasts were bulging revealing just the right amount of cleavage. When she bent down, you got a good glimpse of her ass. Her hair was done differently tonight. Instead of the usual curls, it was blown straight. Her lips were painted a deep shade of red, almost beckoning for a kiss.

She flashed him her sexiest look and spun around to show him all of her.

He walked over to her and pulled down the zipper. “I like the zippers.”

She smiled, pulling back up the zipper and said, “The easier the access the better.”

“Hmm.” He gave her a kiss. “I like your way of thinking. Can I take a peek?”

Grabbing his hands she said “No, not now! They’ll be plenty of time for that later, and you’ll get much more than a peek.”

She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. The skirt hiked all the way up to her crotch revealing her long and slender legs. Heather was one of those lucky women who didn’t have to worry about cellulite or thunder thighs. It just wasn’t in her genes.

“I’d love a glass of Champagne before we go. Do we have any Dom?”

“You read my mind.” Thorne went over to their well stocked bar, took two crystal champagne glasses out of the cabinet and opened a bottle of Dom Perignon. He popped open the cork and took a swig right from the bottle.

“This is good stuff.”

He poured Heather’s glass first and gave it to her. She tasted it and said, “Delicious.”

“Hold on. Let’s make a toast.” Thorne poured his glass and sat down next to her. “To tonight’s journey.”

Heather added, “Let it lead us to some good old fashion fucking and plenty of orgasms.” Thorne raised up his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

She started laughing. She had such a contagious laugh. Before long they were both giggling like two kids.

“You know Heather, I almost don't want to share you with anyone tonight. But I must admit, I am looking forward to watching.”

Heather said playfully, “And I look forward to being watched.”

He pulled her close teasing her with his tongue. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second. He tried to pull down on the zipper to touch her breasts.

“Oh no you don’t. That's for later. You'll just have to wait.”

She got up and straightened her skirt. Took a quick look in the mirror and said, “I’m going to have a quick smoke.” She headed for the balcony.

Thorne finished his glass of champagne and waited for his erection to subside. It was so hard to be around Heather and not want to fuck her. Every guy in the place is going to want her tonight and every woman will want to lick her pussy. If things went according to his plan the latter will be on tonight’s menu.

He got up and still had a hard on. There was only one way to get rid of it. He quietly stepped onto the balcony and snuck up behind her. He started kissing her neck and pressed his hard cock into her ass. He whispered, “I’m so hard. Why don’t you give it a little taste?”

Heather liked seeing him squirm. She liked having some power over him. Though he’d never beg for it she knew what he wanted. No, what he needed.

She turned to face him and got down on her knees.

Heather unzipped his pants with her teeth and started to caress his balls. Then she took him in her mouth until the tip of his dick touched the back of her throat. She never took her eyes off him. He moaned and started to thrust his hips. Faster and faster. She grabbed on to his ass and pushed him even deeper inside her mouth. He was close to coming so she slowed down a bit and made him wait.

He moaned and said, “Don’t stop.”

But she did just that. Pleasuring Thorne and having this kind of control over him didn’t happen very often. Heather took her time and enjoyed watching him work a little harder to get what he wanted. In this case he wanted to come and Heather wasn’t going to let that happen just yet. She wanted to hear him beg. She needed that.

She started kissing his inner thighs, running her tongue up and down the length of his throbbing dick. He took her head in his hands and forced it to take him full in the mouth. She didn’t resist and started sucking. Faster and faster. Again, he was about to come and she stopped.

“What are you doing to me?”

“I want you to beg. Beg me to let you come.”

“You know I don’t beg.”

She put him in her mouth and teased him some more.

He didn’t want to lose control. It wasn’t something Thorne did very easily. Even with his dick in her mouth he ultimately controlled the situation. She just didn’t know it yet. Grabbing hold of her head he pushed his dick in and out of her mouth. Faster and faster. She tried to break free but couldn’t. He had won this time. Finally he came and made sure she swallowed his load. He then pushed her away, zippered up his trousers and headed for the door.

Heather got up and followed him. She stopped at the mirror to fix her lipstick, looked him straight in the eye and said, “You will beg for me one day.”

Thorne grabbed her. “No my dear, it is you who will be doing the begging. I’m not done with you yet bitch. Turn around and face the wall.” He gave her a little push.

At first she hesitated but then did what he asked. She knew the role he was taking on and what part she had to play. She had to admit, she loved every minute of it. Getting a rise out of Thorne always proved to be sexually gratifying. One way or another.

He pressed himself against her, running his hand along her thigh. He pushed her skirt up and like he suspected she was so wet. He took three fingers and stuck them hard up her pussy. She let out a cry. He proceeded to fuck her with his fingers as his thumb rubbed her clit.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to come don’t you?”

Breathless she said, “Yes.”

He stopped fucking her and his hand, still inside her, went limp. His thumb remained pressed hard against on her clit. He pulled on her hair. “I want you to beg. Beg me to make you come.”

Heather was weak. Her pussy was hot and she couldn’t think of anything else but getting his hand to start moving again. At the same time she didn’t want to make it so easy for him. He was so used to getting what he wanted. No, she wouldn’t give in this time.

He pulled on her hair, harder this time. Heather wanted to tell him to go to hell but she couldn’t speak. Instead she didn’t move. She remained very still hoping he would get off his high horse and finish the job he started.

“I’m going to count to five. If I don’t hear some heavy begging we’re done here. One…”

That bastard. It always has to be a game with him. She didn’t know what to do at this point.

“Two...”

This teasing only made her hotter for him.

“Three.”

She hated that he always got his way. The need was stronger than her will.

“Four.”

His finger was still pressed against her clit, tantalizing her.

“F-”

Heather blurted out, “Please, please make me come. I need to come.”

He didn’t move his hand and she knew why.

“I’m begging you. Oh god, I’m begging you. Make me come.”

As if her words were magic his lifeless hand came life and his pushed his fingers deep inside her. In and out. Harder and faster. Her clit tingled and pulsated. She moved her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts until her body thrived and convulsed with an explosive orgasm

Thorne removed his hand from her drenched pussy and licked his fingers clean.

He looked right at her and said, “I just love the taste of you.”

Heather was still getting over the intensity of what just happened. Thorne always managed to fuck her and fuck her good. She Poured herself another glass of champagne and drank it down fast. She didn’t want to lose the buzz.

As they pulled out of the driveway she said, “Let the games begin.”

In less than an hour they would.

Part III