Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

The next morning I asked a few questions to try and find out what had happened the night before.

Carla made it plain there were some ‘secrets’ she wasn’t going to tell.

But she did say they had ended-up at a sex club. My heart leapt into my mouth.

Carla continued. It had been Susie’s idea. “She’s a wild one” was all Carla would say.

The club was free for women and it was club run by sub-men. Women would be invited to be in charge in any way they wished. Walk up to one of the trussed-up guys and give him a spanking.

Like the look of one, well, open your legs and get him to lick you out.

Carla said she had joined in on some of the spanking and had let a guy lick her heels and then when he started to lick his way up her thighs she had pushed him back. In doing so, her pantyhose got laddered and she got annoyed.

Susie had seen it all and told Carla to take off the pantyhose. Susie then took them and tied them very tightly around the guys exposed cock and balls. Carla said the guy groaned and then spurted over the floor. Susie had then pushed him down and told him to lick it all up. Susie had told Carla to spank the guy until it was all done – and not to be too light in the spanking.

Carla then told me a few more wild things that had gone on, but not with any of her friends.

Until she told me that at about 1. 30am they had re-grouped but couldn’t find Susie. They went looking for her and found a closed door. Susie opened it and her jaw dropped to the floor. There was a guy strapped over a bench. Behind him was Susie, pegging him with a large black strap-on.

Behind Susie was another guy fucking her. All of the girls just stood in the doorway dumb-founded by the scene in front of them.

Before anyone could speak, the guy fucking Susie grabbed her hips firmly and it was clear he was cumming inside her. Susie’s back arched and she came with a guttural moan. The guy being fucked by her strap-on moaned into his ball-gag and he spurted onto the floor.

After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing from all, the guy stood allowing Susie to stand. She turned to see the girls in the doorway and gave a wide, satisfied smile to them.

Carla also told me that after they had ‘punished’ the guy that had licked her legs, they found a room with a special throne chair. A guy was under the seat of the chair and it had a hole in it. The implication was that you could do whatever you wished. Susie had pushed Carla to sit on the throne and pull her dress up to her hips. Carla was giggling and before she knew what was happening, Susie had lifted her legs and was slipping her panties down her legs. Carla started to raise to object as she felt a finger and then a tongue probe her now available pussy. She froze and then Susie took the chance to push her back down as the tongue delved into the depths of her pussy causing her to almost shake as she felt the first tingle of an orgasm.

Carla was telling me this, by the way, the following morning as she was slowly riding me. My cock was buried deep in her as she lazily recounted the previous evening. I grabbed her breasts but she slapped my hands away and said “NO.. I’m in charge” and she continued to grind her pussy with my cock fully inside her.

“Oh god it felt sooooo good” she recounted “I had no idea who was underneath me but it was just about my pleasure”. Her eyes started to roll and I knew she was close.

I thrusted up and her mouth made a wide O as she came without speaking.

She slumped next to me and we cuddled until we heard Susie stirring.

A short while later we were gathered around the breakfast table. I had checked on the kids and all was fine. Susie was in great form. Clearly her ‘state’ of the night before wasn’t so much to do with the alcohol as the fucking she was giving and being given that had made so weak-kneed.

Susie was sat in my daughters robe. My daughter is only 14 and so the robe barely covered any of Susie’s ‘charms’. When I got back from calling, Susie and Carla were in deep discussion.

They both giggled when I returned and I could tell I had disturbed a plan being hatched.

We finished breakfast. I stood at the bottom of the stairs as Susie went up. The robe lifting as she walked and her are ass and pussy were very much on show.

That night, Carla was teasing me and making it clear she was horny.

The kids bedrooms were right at the other end of the landing so when we had sex they wouldn’t be able to hear. Which was good as Carla had me laying over the chest at the end of the bed as she spanked me. I had been promised ‘a special evening’. As I tidied downstairs Carla had prepared and was dressed in a killer outfit of basque, stoockings heels… she was so fuckable. “BUT” she said “I needed to please her first”.

The answer was ‘yes’ obviously, and so I was now being lightly spanked.

After the spanking, Carla lay back on the bed and let me kiss and lick her pussy as she reclined. It was so wet even before I started. We fucked twice that night – the second time as I was between her thighs, I could feel her heels digging into my back and the riding crop swishing down onto my bare ass to encourage me.

As we lay in the afterglow, Carla asked me if I would like to visit the club.

She told me that their visit had all been Susie’s idea. Every Friday was a regular swingers night and ‘anything goes’. Singles, couples, sex, straight & bi, some spanking, some BDSM. But everyone needed to be invited. No randoms.

Susie had been invited by a guy she had met and had loved it. She couldn’t wait to tell ‘the girls’. So what I thought was an evening to get ‘Susie out there’ was really a plan from Susie to ‘get the girls involved’.

Carla told me that most Saturday’s was a theme night. Different rules, different clientele. While she was there (not having her pussy licked) Carla had gotten into a deep conversation with one of the regulars and had persuaded Carla to attend their next ‘Master and Servant’ evening.

My face showed my shock, but my cock told a different story.

Carla continued and said that the ‘Master’ might be male or female – they were always looking for more female ‘Masters’ but usually finding a male ‘servant’ was less easy.

By now, I was lying on back with Carla slowly stroking my cock as she casually told me what she knew.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

She told me there was a changing room and a cloakroom. A maximum of around 30 people and the organisers needed to make sure of a good balance, so “if we are going to join in” Carla said huskily into my ear as her hand made long slow stroked up and down my cock “that we would need to commit to it”. She then told me that everyone would be wearing masks and anyone with visible tattoos could wear clothing that maintained the anonymity. Not a problem for us.

“It’s all very safe… but very adult” she purred, rubbing my pre-cum over my cockhead and then licking her fingers. I was breathing hard now.

“So…” she whispered “…could you be my servant for the night..” as she increased the pace of her rubbing. I held firm (!) and said “would we have the chance to go back with ME as the master and you as the servant”. Carla giggled and said “sure, probably in a few months… but” she paused.

“What” I asked. She bit her lip but said “I know you like it when I’m in charge” and promptly dropped my cock, throbbing against my stomach.

“HEY” I exclaimed as she started to roll away from me.

She stopped and looked me straight in the eyes. “cmon, we both know you love me to take charge in the bedroom” she purred. This was true, in OUR bedroom, but in a sex club?

Carla could sense my turmoil so she took my still-pulsing cock in her hands and started to rub once more.

“How about” she said with her lips brushing my ear “if you do this for me” she was rubbing hard now “we…will…. do…anything…you…want…for…the…next…week…” my cock exploded and spurted cum hitting my own chin and roping string spunk onto my chest.

“OOOHHH” she exclaimed “you LIKE THAT” and she carried on rubbing my cock, extracting every ounce of juice I had. With some spunk on her fingers, she brought them to my mouth and before I knew it I was licking them clean. “mmmm…” she purred again “… I like to see that”.

.. oo00OO.. OO00oo..

So here we were. Carla dressed to be a Master (or Mistress) and me dressed to be her servant.

The taxi – specially chartered by the club – would arrive soon. A limo with blacked-out windows so that even the driver couldn’t see.

Carla put her mask over her eyes and looked at me stood in front of her. My cock bursting to be released, a leather harness arrangement across my chest and back. I was clean shaved (everywhere) and had a mask that came below my nose allowing my mouth to be unrestricted.

I wore simple black sneakers. Carla wore 4″ boots and towered over me.

I was excited as hell – but also more than a little nervous. Carla seemed very relaxed, which helped me.