Sold (Double Delights 1)

It never seemed to end.

I was dripping wet, my juices pooled in my panties and I needed to come so damn hard. I’d had enough of being at the back and moved forward to watch as she once again got fucked in the cunt by one man while the other one laid across her face with his cock in her mouth. No one was watching me, all eyes on the scene in front of them so I placed my purse across my pubic area, holding it with my left hand and my right hand disappeared under the purse, rubbing across my satin dress material. Why the hell hadn’t I worn a dress slit to my thigh? I flicked my finger across my clit. I knew I would come in another couple of strokes. My eyes closed and I bit on my top lip as my orgasm washed over me. I opened my eyes a moment later. What the hell was I doing? I looked quickly around me. No one noticed thank god. I had lost my common sense. I looked back into the window. The fucking had finished and one of the men seemed to be staring straight at me. I looked behind me but there was no one there. The man removed his mask.

It was H.

I gasped and ran down the corridor, away from the rooms and out of the club. I grabbed a cab and rushed to the safety of my own home. All the way there I scolded myself for going there. I was in love with Brandon. Why had I felt the need to go to the club?

When I got home I felt full of guilt. Brandon was all I needed. I didn’t need a club and I didn’t need a ménage. There were ways around this. I sent him a text.

Tiff: You awake?

A text came back.

B: Can be??

Tiff: I’m coming over. Make some room.

Brandon had given me a spare key after a couple of weeks as I spent so much time there. I grabbed my dildo from my bedside drawer and left my apartment and let myself into Brandon’s. I crossed the corridor and headed to his room. The light from the moon and street lamps cascaded through onto the bed and I disrobed and climbed under the duvet. He turned towards me and curled me into his arms. His warm front was against my cool back.

“You need warming up.” He said in a sleepy voice.

“Sorry, to wake you.” I whispered.

“Don’t be. I wasn’t sleeping well. I don’t when you’re not here. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

He propped his head up on his arm against the pillow. “So, what have you been up to tonight that kept you out so late?”

“If I tell you, promise you won’t be mad.”

His posture stiffened.

“It’s nothing bad.” I stroked down his arm and he relaxed.

“I visited that VIP club. The one I went to with Kayla that time. It’s a sex club. I was curious so tonight I went again. I wanted to go alone so I could see what happened. I hope you don’t mind that I went. I didn’t do anything. I just watched.

I felt his erection pressed against my back.

“Well, I knew you liked being fucked, but I hadn’t realised you liked to watch too.”

“I’m not sure I do.” I confessed honestly, turning around to face him. “The first scene didn’t do it for me at all. It was watching someone being fucked in their asshole and their pussy that I liked. Also, the spanking turned me on. Anyway, I brought this with me.” I placed my dildo in his hand. “I figured that maybe you could fuck me in one hole and use this for another and I could get to experience how it felt for myself.”

“God, I love you.” Brandon groaned. Then his posture went rigid again as he realised what he had just said.

I stroked down his cheek, leaned in and kissed him with all I had. “I love you too, Brandon. Now fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”

I guess some people who professed their love for each other would follow it with a dose of tender and gentle lovemaki

ng. I found myself pushed further up the bed while Brandon feasted on my pussy.

“You’re sopping wet. Is this how you left the club?”

“No. I washed between my legs when I got home, this is all for you.” I panted.

My nipples were hard as pebbles. Brandon twisted and pinched them while feasting on me. I lifted my pelvis up to his face trying to get his tongue to sink deeper into my cleft. The feeling was amazing. My breasts heaved into his hands as I writhed beneath him. As I was on the cusp of coming he moved away from me.

“No. Don’t stop.” I cried.