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Club Story

by Robin Gibson

I arrived in the city earlier today. I checked into my hotel room and went to the conference like I was scheduled. Despite being invited to dinner by a potential prospect, I had to decline. I already had plans. I was looking forward to the moments I would have that evening with my lover.

Mike was also traveling for business. His hotel was on the other side of town, but we planned on dinner together.

I hailed a cab to his hotel. We had plans for dinner and then dancing. While I would have been worried about seeing someone I might know, we were both 300 miles from home. There wouldn’t be anyone to see us.

As the cab pulled up to the hotel, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. We had seen each other a few times and each time with him was better then the last. It might be that the inability for us to be together when ever we wanted that kept things heated, but I wasn’t sure. I had a feeling that even if I saw him every day I would still feel warm all over, and hot in certain places, when ever I would be with him.

I got in the elevator and examined myself in the mirrors on the back of the doors. Tugging at the hem of my dress, I made sure I looked in order. I walked down the hallway quickly. My body knew who I was meeting.

Room 1412. I knocked lightly on the door. I could hear him moving towards me, my body warmed even more as I thought about spending these moments with him. He opened the door.

"Hi. Come in".

He was wearing black dress pants and a blue shirt. His beautiful eyes stood out against his pale Irish skin and dark short hair. He was thin, but all muscle. And dressed so nicely, I couldn’t see the tattoos that I found so sexy. Even the tattoo of his wife’s name on his stomach made the heat between my legs increase. He was a beautiful man.

He barely moved far enough back for me to step in when he grabbed me and started to kiss me. He shut the door quickly and pulled away from my mouth just long enough to look me up and down. I was wearing a new black dress. It was knee length and fitted. The neckline was a thin slice down the front of the dress. It wasn’t very wide, but it was deep enough that I couldn’t wear a regular bra. "Wow. You look... wow."

Suddenly, he spun me around, and began kissing my neck, where my shoulder and neck meet. He moved his body closer and pushed me up against the door. He slid one hand up the inside of the dress, pausing to moan softly when he noticed that I wasn’t even wearing a thong. I didn’t want to hinder his access to my folds in any way. He furiously started to rub my clit with his thumb and forefinger, while his other hand found the neckline of my dress and my tits.

I could feel he was hard as a rock even through the dress pants, as he pressed himself into me. Our bodies could not be any closer.

"You’re so wet" he mumbled. "And so warm."

I tried to reach for his cock and he stopped kissing my neck only long enough to tell me "no, not yet...."

I was struggling to stay standing. His touch sent waves of pleasure through my body. He was kissing my neck and ear. It wasn’t long before I was begging to touch him.

"Please, I need to feel your cock. Let me touch you"

"Not yet. I want to you to cum first."

"Please." His response was to slide a finger deep inside me. I came almost instantly.

"Now. Now you can touch my cock." And he pulled his hand away from my tits so he could help me undo his belt. I regained just enough control to free his cock, and I felt him push his pants to his knees. I gripped his cock and started stroking it up and down.

"I’m not close enough to you" he growled. He moved his hips so that I lost my grip on his cock and I felt him right between my legs.

He rocked his body back and forth, the tip of his cock rubbing my clit and pussy. But he wasn’t pushing far or hard enough to enter me. I moaned in ecstasy as he rubbed back and forth. From the moans that flowed deeply, but easily, from him I knew he was enjoying it too.

Then, suddenly, with a grunt he bent his knees and lifted so that with a firm thrust he impaled me with his length. He fucked me up against the door of his hotel room, fast and hard.

"After dinner, I want to watch you dance with another man." He whispered as he thrust even harder into me. "I want to see you grind up against him. Make him as hard as I am now. I want you to tease him. I want you to lick him and kiss him while thinking of fucking me."

"Oh fuck" was all I could manage to mutter in response. I couldn’t think of dinner or later when he felt so wonderful inside me. One more thrust of his hips and I came again. I could feel my muscles tighten around his cock. I could feel the wetness escaping me.

"That’s it. Cum for me. Make me cum too." And he did.

Afterwards, we pulled ourselves together and left for dinner. We looked just like any other couple. We were in a city far from home so neither of us was worried about our spouses. We were great friends and lovers. But we were tied to other people as well. So, we learned to just enjoy the moments we had.

He reached over and put a hand on my thigh. "I meant what I said earlier. I want to watch you with another man."

"Are you sure?"

"I want to watch you fuck someone else, knowing that you are thinking of fucking me."

"I think about you when ever I fuck my husband or touch myself. Thinking about fucking you is the only thing that gets me wet anymore. Are you sure you want to watch me with someone else?"

"I am so turned on by you, knowing that you are thinking of me. I am sure."

"As long as you are sure."

We hopped in a cab and headed towards the club. It had been a while since either of us went out to a place like this. We walked in and found a table near the dance floor. It was early, but we were by no means the first ones there. We ordered drinks and continued to just enjoy each other’s company for a little while. As it got later, the club filled with people.

"I will leave you to go get another drink. While I’m gone, look around and see if you spot someone you would like to dance with. I want to watch you make him hard, right out on the dance floor."

"Any preferences for the type of man? Like you, not like you?" I said with a little giggle. "I mean the more like you, the more likely I’ll be turned on by him." I smiled.

"What ever you want sweetie. I’ll be back in a few minutes."

As I scanned the dance floor, I didn’t even notice a young man, in his early thirties, come up to the table. He was average height, thin, dark short hair and well dressed. "Would you like to dance?" He asked. He had a beautiful voice, I could tell even over the thumping bass.

"Sure. But after I finish my drink?" I indicated that he should join me at the table. He sat down. I didn’t offer my name, and I didn’t ask his. "Are you alone?"

"I came with a bunch of buddies. They’re off in various corners."

"You looking to end up in a corner too?" I asked with a wink and my best smile. I reached over and lightly touched his hand. At that moment, Mike came back to the table.

"Who’s your friend?" Mike asked. And the gentleman moved to get up. "Don’t go. I am willing to share, and my lady here seems to like you." They both turned and looked at me with questions on their faces. Even though they were clearly two different questions. I insisted my new friend not leave, instead, I finished my drink, looked at Mike, and grabbed my new friend’s hand and headed off to the dance floor.

"Are you sure he’s ok with this" he asked.

"Absolutely. In fact, he wants to watch. And I’m dying to put on a show for him. I want him to enjoy what he sees. That ok with you?" And I started to move, without waiting for an answer. I moved in close, rubbing my body up against his. We were right in front of the table, easily seen. I got closer and took his arm and wrapped it around me. I moved my knees and started to grind up against his blue jeans. As I slithered and slid all over my dance partner, I could feel him getting aroused. I turned around so he was behind me, his hand found my stomach, and he was grinding into me. I was staring at the table and the beautiful man sitting at it, who was watching me, while clearly struggling to keep his hand off his rock hard cock. I flashed my sexiest smile and turned back around to face my dance partner. I leaned in and kissed him.

"Come back to the table with me." After sitting down between the men, I reached over to Mike, grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs, under my dress. Turning to my dance partner, I whispered, "Kiss me."

He hesitated. "Kiss me" I insisted. "He’s ok with it." I exhaled heavily as Mike’s finger speared into my wet pussy.

Without stopping his caressing of my cunt, Mike asked "do you want to bring him back to the room? I want him to watch us, then he can join us."

"Last chance to back out... are you sure?"

"Yes."

I decided to not even ask. I stood up, taking one man’s hand in each of mine. We walked out of the club and caught a cab back to my hotel room. I made sure that I was sitting in between the men. I was touching and kissing both of them. I felt hands moving all over my body. Fingers pinched nipples, lips brushed against my ears and neck. It was dark, the car was moving, and I wasn’t concerned with who was doing what. I was so turned on, thinking about what was going to happen when we got up to my room. All I knew at moment was that I was about to cum, and we were all giving the cab driver a good show.

When we got up to the room, Mike pulled me down on the bed and told the other man that he had to watch first. So, he sat down in the chair by the desk, and Mike pulled my arms out of the dress. He left it on, but pulled the skirt up.

Mike started to provide directions. "Sit on the bed." So I did. I watched him strip. Every time I see his body, I still can’t help but be amazed. I love the tattoos that cover so much of his body. "Blow me." He growled. So I leaned over and started to suck on his cock. Mike placed one hand in my hair, on top of my head, helping set the rhythm of my mouth's pumping and his other hand reached for my titts.

I sucked on Mike’s cock and balls for a few minutes. "I am going to cum. I want to cum inside you." So, I moved my body so that I was straddling Mike and I impaled myself on his cock. "I love being buried inside you" Mike said looking up at me. I cum quickly, my insides pulsing from the feeling of his cock as he lifted his hips in time with the rocking of mine.

"Your cock feels so good inside me. I love fucking you." And at that moment, I felt Mike tense up, and his body started to shiver as he came. The growl that came from his throat and the pulsing of his cock, set me off again.

I had forgotten about my dance partner watching. I was still shaking from the pleasure Mike brought to me, when I turned to look at the chair by the desk. The man we brought back to the room was sitting there with his pants at his knees, stroking his own cock.

Mike sat up and kissed me, lifting me off his lap. He rummaged quickly through my bag and threw my dance partner a condom. "Put that on, and then I want to watch you fuck her." My dance partner gladly got up, made easy work of removing his pants and shirt. He stalked over to the bed and moved to take my dress off.

"Leave it on. The shoes too." Mike instructed. "Kate, turn over. Get on all fours." And then Mike sat down at the head of the bed close enough to kiss me, as my dance partner jammed his cock into my cunt. His movement back and forth made it hard for Mike to kiss me the way he wanted, so he leaned back to watch. And while I enjoyed feeling the cock that was inside me, I was starring at Mike, thinking of fucking him, the whole time.

My dance partner was clearly enjoying me from behind. I could hear the gasps and moans of pleasure. "Lower your chest" he said.

"Sure. Come closer." I reached for Mike and wanted him to lie down so that my head was on his stomach. My chest was lower for my dance partner, but I was also close enough to Mike so that I could take his cock into my mouth. I loved the sensation of his cleanly shaven balls against my chin and the taste of his cock in my mouth.

My dance partner slowed down the rhythm of his pumping so that I could suck on Mike, his motion driving the rhythm of my sucking.

I was leaning most of my weight on one forearm, while the other hand massaged Mike’s balls, while I continued to lick and suck Mike’s cock. I started to play with Mike’s ass and was licking just the head of his cock.

"Slide a finger in" Mike instructed. So I did. I put my thumb on the spot between his balls and ass, with my middle finger inserted to that I could put just a little pressure on his prostate.

"Stop" Mike growled, his voice grittier then normal, from the pleasure. "I don’t want to cum yet. If you keep that up, I won’t be able to hold back."

Mike moved to the chair previously occupied by the man slamming his cock into my pussy. As soon as Mike got up, my dance partner’s thrusts became more urgent. Mike started with instructions again.

"Turn her over onto her side and lift a leg." I was already moving to get into position before Mike finished speaking. I had one leg straight up in the air while the other was straight down on the bed between the man’s legs. He was using the leg in his arms for leverage as he pounded further and deeper into me. I was close enough to the end of the bed, after just a few forceful thrusts, to hang my head over and stare at Mike.

I didn’t have to tell Mike what I wanted to see. He knows what I like to watch. He took his cock into his own hand, stroking it and staring right back at me.

It wasn’t too much longer before my dance partner said he was going to cum. Immediately after, he pulled out to remove the condom. I didn’t notice where he went, since I was still staring at Mike touching himself.

"Come here" I beckoned. "I love to watch you jerk off, but I love to feel you inside me more." Mike turned me over so that I was flat on the bed. He leaned down, licked my ass to make sure I was wet enough for him and he jammed his cock into my ass. I screamed from the pain, which was both pain and immense pleasure simultaneously. It didn’t take more then a few thrusts before I came again. Harder then when I was being fucked in the cunt. As my body trembled from the orgasm, Mike came. I could feel his body shudder, and heard the grunt of release.

Mike rolled off of me, but stayed right next to me. I placed my head on his chest and began to trace the phoenix tattoo on his chest, like I usually did after sex with him. I noticed my dance partner passed out in the double bed next to the one Mike and I shared. Neither one of us needed to say anything; we both happily drifted off to sleep entwined as lovers for the moment. Since moments are all that we are able to have with each other.

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