The Diamond Club (23 page)

He turned me around and tossed me into the back seat, with his salami soon to follow. Not waiting for orders this time, he thrusted his cock into my cunt like his life depended on it. With a slight movement to the left he kept hitting my spot over and over again. It wasn’t long before I felt waves of pleasure radiate through my body, pulsing in time with the slapping sound of flesh on flesh contact.

I started hearing low moans over top of his soft grunting and it took me a minute to realize it was me, too focused on keeping on all fours to concentrate on not letting my sounds of enjoyment escape my lips. I couldn’t imagine any more pleasure until my arms gave out and I came, gushing out all over his cock and car, feeling juices run down the inside of my legs, my now loud primal moans of being muffled by the cushions of the car.

“Uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhh, uh…” As he came into my dripping wet pussy, collapsing on top of me.

We could do nothing but lay there in the wet backseat of a car, catching our breaths and soak in the pleasure we shared.

“So, who do I talk to about funding for my restaurant?” He said as he slid out of the car and out of me.

“Just go back to the tables and give them card for the restaurant. If you have good food, they’ll give you the money you need.”

“I thought you were going to introduce me.” He whined as he pulled up his now wet pants.

“I said I was going to help you. You just got the biggest stress release of your life. If you’re still uptight, no one can help you… Well, you may want to clean up a little bit first.”

“Huh, I guess you’re right. By the way, my name is R…”

“Stop. Next time you can tell be Big Boy.” I pulled up my equally wet panties. “If we do this again you can tell me. Now I’m going home. I smell of sex and bear fucker.”

Lust in Space

When I arrived at the Diamond Club I expected to have my typical night of sensual escapades, but little did I know I was about to head on the trip of a lifetime. As I walked in the door I approached the bartender in order to order my favorite drink. With a drink in hand I was approached by an attractive young man in a suit and chauffeur’s cap.

“Pardon me ma’am” the young man cooed.
“Let me know where how big you are and how long you can last, and then I’ll consider talking to you” I stated with the new found courage of a sexually giant whose loins have recently been released from hibernation.

“Excuse me if I’ve given the wrong impression but I’m here on behalf of my boss who would like you to accompany him to the launch of his billion dollar spacecraft.”
He presented me with a first class ticket to Cape Canaveral and special access passes to launch control for the next day.

As I stepped out of the taxi at the Cape Canaveral launch site I knew that I was supposed to witness the launch of a spacecraft, but I had no idea just how far her pleasure would be launched. I was supposed to be there just to witness the launch of the Dragonfly capsule, but I was in for a lot more by the end of the day.

As I pulled up to the launch site I was presented with an incredible view of the Eagle 10 rocket, and the Dragonfly capsule set on top of it. After the education in seduction I had received at the Diamond Club I couldn’t help but look at the rocket as a giant phallic symbol that was intended to take me to space. After taking a long walk around the launch site I was approached by Melon Rusk as he pulled up in his all electric sports car. Melon told me to hop in so that he could give me a tour of the launch site. While I was impressed by this billionaire, technologist, philanthropist, genius, I was disappointed that his electric car did not provide the engine vibration typical of a petroleum powered sports car. As if he could sense my disappointment Melon flipped a switch and suddenly I found it hard to focus as I was taken to new heights of pleasure when my chair started to shake in all the right places.

After a few minutes, and a few climaxes, they arrived at their destination. Melon showed me the Command Center, the hangar where the spacecraft was assembled and finally he showed me to his office.

Once they walked into his office, Melon lowered the shades and told his personal orchestra to play the entire soundtrack to 2001 a Space Odyssey. I found it odd that they went to his personal office since the shuttle was supposed to launch in less than less than forty minutes. When I voiced this concern Melon told me they were about to have their own private space travel here and now. He started to count from 10, and by the time he reached 0 he dropped his pants and revealed his own personal Eagle “10”. He disconnected my blouse and skirt, as he explained that it still cost nearly $10,000 per lb for him to take someone to “orbit” but that if I helped he should be able to get that down to $100, and maybe even $10. Melon told me that he could never let the price drop below $10 per lb, just he entered me with his own ten pound monster.

As I stood there naked I was assaulted by the tremendous g-forces exerted by his power. I was thrust back in my chair, and while I was unable to exert any control of my own at this point, I felt myself leave the confines of one heavenly body on the way to an interstellar meeting that I couldn’t wait for. I was almost disappointed as I felt all of the fuel in Melon’s Eagle 10 rocket expel itself into my space just as I was feeling myself escape Earth’s bond headed for a more sensual planet, but just as the Eagle 10 rocket disengaged and headed back to Earth, I felt Melon’s Dragonfly capsule position itself towards my airlock. With gentle puffs of air I felt his capsule dock with my spacestation and deposit it’s payload, just as the actual rocket shook the entire office. This combination of direct contact, and incredible off-site power brought me to one of the most power moments of pleasure I had ever experienced.

As I was coming down from such an incredible experience I realized that Ray Kurzweil was right. That as my pleasure has been exponentially increasing day by day, I was approaching a Singularity of pleasure over which no mortal mind could predict the outcome. The only way to find out what the future would bring was to sit back and experience the incredible horizons in front of me.

After Melon’s incredible lift off, and return back to Earth, he was taken by a creative moment. He thanked me for the inspiration I provided him, and kissed me lovingly as he dropped me off at his car. As he drove off I could hear him discussing his breakthrough on long term space terraforming, and how he now knew he could conquer any potential void. All I could think of on taxi ride back was how lucky I was that there was still so much left on Earth to discover.

Diamonds Last Forever

My time at the Diamond club had become a nightly ritual, a place to relax, unwind and explore myself away from the pressures and frustrations of life. Best of all, it was a Roman-free zone; the Diamond Club is an exclusive place—it doesn’t matter how much money you have if you weren’t invited by another member.

That night, though, I heard something that shook me to my core. The club was having its yearly masquerade that night. Everyone strolled about wearing feathered eye masks and thin silk clothing so that our identities were hidden but our bodies were exposed. Spontaneous bursts of passion rippled through the partygoers. Some copulated openly and frantically, letting animal lusts control them while others watched silently behind their masks, softly stroking themselves to climax.

I was milling through the crowd, occasionally stopping to watch the action. In front of me, a lithe young blonde girl gyrated rhythmically on top of a liver-spotted, pudgy old man with an mastadonic manhood. Several had gathered to watch the couple and I stopped mesmerized by the rhythmic noise of the frantic rutting. Slurp! Clap! Moan! The sounds repeated over and over like music.

I was fascinated by the way the young woman took charge and took what she wanted. Outside of the Diamond Club, the pudgy old man with the huge cock was probably a senator or a judge—but right here and right now he was just meat dildo for her pleasure.

That was when I heard it, between the sounds of slapping flesh slick with natural lubricant.

“Do you have any idea who I am?!” shouted a muffled voice from the club’s entrance. I didn’t have to hear the answer to know it. “Roman Motherfucking Dyle, that’s who!”

My first reaction was panic—fear that my sanctuary wasn’t safe anymore. That reaction faded quickly, however. I wasn’t the same person that I was the day that Roman fucked me before fucking me over. I was the Queen of this place, and I was going to teach that asshole a little lesson in Royal Etiquette.

Before I could even think of a plan, I pulled my thin silk drape over my hard nipples, made sure that my mask covered my eyes and nose, and marched towards the entrance. Roman was shouting at the bouncer blocking his path, demanding to see the manager and threatening to have him fired.

I pouted my lips like one of the silly bimbos Roman favors and I grabbed him by the necktie. I made my voice as bubbly and breathy as possible.

“This one is with me!” I said, yanking on the tie and punctuating my declaration with a girlish giggle. The bouncer just nodded and let me pass—some people recognize authority when they see it.

Romans eyes went wide as saucers after we rounded the corner to the clubs interior. The Diamond Club can have that kind of effect of people on any day, but it was particularly splendid that night in keeping with the party’s atmosphere of anything-goes lust.

I yanked his tie, wrapping its length around my hand like I was reeling in a fish. I used the leverage to pull his ear down to my lips and whispered to him, “Let’s go someplace a bit more private.”

He had seen my body countless times, and only my eyes were covered by anything more substantial than a wisp of silk, but it was obvious from his open-mouthed expression that he was drowning in the club’s atmosphere—too overcome by waves of passion to recognize me. Good, I thought, I don’t want him to see this coming.

I yanked up the tie and continued leading him up the stairs in the back of the club to the private VIP rooms. The second floor of the club was like a seedy motel completely covered in velvet. All along the hallyway were numbered doors and outside of them were fainting couches strewn with the writhing flesh of people who appreciated an audience.

I finally, I found the door I wanted and pulled him inside. The room was only dimly lit by the moon shining through a skylight, but I intentionally left the light off. I positioned Roman in front of a chair and shoved him roughly down on to it. I reached my hand down and felt his throbbing erection through his pants and gave it a hard squeeze before undoing his belt and yanking it out of his belt loops like a whip. His pants slid down to his ankles.

I pulled his boxer shorts down to join the pants, and Roman’s little soldier stood at stiff attention. I let it brush against my cheek as I slid down and grabbed his right ankle and freed it from his pants. Before I put his foot back down, however, I snapped a shackle securely around it. I quickly repeated the process with his left ankle.

“Hey!” yelped a startled Roman.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you!” I said, giving my voice a stern edge.

“Oh,” Roman grinned, “So it’s like that, is it?”

I put one hand on each side of Romans shirt collar and pulled hard. Buttons flew off as the shirt ripped open. Roman suddenly tensed under my touch.

“Hey! Do you have any idea how much that shirt cost me you stupid bitch?”

“Shhh,” I replied, shoving my finger over his lips. “This will be worth it.”

I pulled his arms out of the ruined shirt one arm at a time, and just like his feet, I locked each arm in a shackle. Now I finally had him where I wanted him. I stood up, walked back to the door, and flipped on a light switch. Electric lantern lights cast an eerie glow across the room affectionately known as “The Dungeon”. I could see growing apprehension in Roman as he saw the room’s various leather whips and spiked paddles.

“Hey, babe, let’s not get too fancy. How about you just give me a blowjob?”

I smiled and pulled off my mask. Roman’s eyes went wide in shock, but he did his best to recover.

“Oh. . . Oh! Bri!” he stammered, “I’m so glad we bumped into each other. I’ve got a lot of things I need to tell you. I’ve missed you!”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. Roman used to be able to charm me like a snake, but now his bullshit just seemed silly. Roman didn’t seem to know how to react to my laughter, and after a few awkward moments he started laughing too. That would not do—he was not in on the joke.

My heart pounded as a I walked over to him; silence replacing laughter. The crank on the side of the rack-like device he was shackled to creaked and rattled as I turned it. Roman was forced to his feet and soon he was stretched taut as if he’d frozen during a jumping jack. His expression began to melt from anxious anticipation to nervous dread.

“Forget about the blowjob. We should talk.” said Roman, forcing a fake smile, “Let’s undo these shackles. I’m not really into this kind of kinky shit.”

I gave Roman my best lottery-winner smile as I grabbed a ball-gag from a silver tray of leather toys and forced it over his mouth. Then I reached down and took a firm grasp on his dick. Roman’s dick was was always on the small side, but if it had one good quality it was how quickly he got hard and how long he stayed that way.

I started jerking it violently. It was a handjob in the same way that a bullet to the side of the head is an ear piercing. Back and forth, up and down, side to side—I tugged his manhood like a Grand Prix driver changing gears.

“You wanted a blowjob, right?” I said with a smile like a mischievous badger.

Down I went, taking Roman’s hummingbird dick into my mouth in its entirety, but not without a generous helping of teeth. I bobbed my head letting his one-eyed worm burrow back and forth into my molars. I made sure to mix just enough pleasure in with the pain to keep Roman’s traitorous tumescence from going soft. Finally, after what must have been a quarter of an hour, Roman groaned and filled my mouth with hot man sauce.