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“The night has just begun,” she celebrated, opening another bottle of champagne; shrieking when the cork hit the roof.

I laughed. Her momentum and energy was contagious. We drank some more and made out like we were teenagers, dry humping all over the seats. The car came to an abrupt stop, and it was then that I realized we were parked in front of a house. No. Not a house. A mansion.

“Where are we?” I asked taken back and disoriented.

“At an afterhours. Ever been to one?”

“Yeah… like a rave or something?”

“Hmmm… not quite the rave crowd, more like people with a fuck load of money, looking to have a good time behind closed doors. You ready?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded not knowing what to say. She smiled, kissed me one last time, and exited the car with me on her heels. The door opened as we walked up, and we were led into a scene right out of some goddamn movie. They didn’t stop or even acknowledge her, and I wondered how many times she had been to this place before. You could smell the hedonism as we walked through the foyer. The smell of sex ran rapid though the air.

I felt like I had just stepped into Sodom and Gomorrah. There were people snorting cocaine off the tables, and it was obvious that drugs ran swiftly through the mansion. There were half naked people everywhere, some having sex, and others looking like they were about to. Others wore masks and just observed their surroundings.

I held onto Brooke’s hand firmer, and she squeezed back in reassurance. She led me to another room where women were dancing on poles, but it wasn’t dirty like a strip club, it was classy, sophisticated, and elegant in every way; I had never seen anything like it. The women were flawless, and the men were just as good looking. It was an exclusive club, for beautiful people.

We went into another room where people were dancing, some of the women were naked, as they provocatively danced for the partner by them. Women dancing on women, with men in the middle; it was one big free for all. I would be lying if I said my cock wasn’t hard from the sights in front of me.

Brooke found a couch in the corner, away from the immediate attention. I sat down, and she placed herself in my lap. Drinks were brought to us immediately, and I started to feel more comfortable, and less anxious. She provokingly danced on my cock, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. I tried not to touch her even though I knew it would be more than okay, if I fucked her in front of the entire room.

I didn’t know how long we were there, just enjoying the atmosphere and everything it had to offer. This woman caught my attention from the corner of my eye, and Brooke noticed it immediately.

She lay back on my chest, pushing me to the back of the couch. She turned to speak into my neck, not stopping the swaying of her hips on my cock. “Do you like her?”

I looked at her with wide eyes, not understanding the question. “What?”

“Do you want her?” she added, not missing a beat.

“Brooke, I want you,” I replied honestly.

She beamed and licked her lips. “I want you, too.” She peeked up, looking toward the direction of the girl; she was staring straight at us. “But I also want her,” she murmured.

Fuck me…

“Do you want to play?” she goaded in that familiar tone, she had spoken in all night. “It’s okay, Devon, you can say yes. I want you to.”

I didn’t know what to say, I was in shock that this was even happening. Brooke sensed my apprehension and grabbed my hand; standing me up and having me follow behind her. We made our way into a bedroom that had a mirror on the ceiling, and one as a headboard. I felt like I had just stepped into Hugh Hefner’s bedroom. She pushed me down to sit on the couch, and I looked up at her adoringly; she looked down at me salaciously. She pecked my lips, before stepping towards the bed that was displayed in the middle of the room.

She grabbed the straps of her dress and it slowly fell down her body, hugging each curve on its way down. She stood there for a few seconds and then sat on the bed, making sure to spread her legs, so I could see her perfect, pink pussy through her crotch less, black panties.

The door shutting, and the clicking of heels, turned my attention to the noise coming from where we just arrived. The girl that was staring at us before stood there with her back against the door. She was looking straight at Brooke and then at me.

My cock jolted and sprang up high, aching. My mouth went completely dry and parted slightly. I watched with fascinated eyes, as she removed her dress. It pooled at her heels, leaving her in nothing but a bra, panties, and fuck me heels; exactly how Brooke was dressed. She was fucking gorgeous, completely opposite of Brooke. She looked like she could be Latin. Her tan skin, dark eyes, dark hair, and big pouty lips made my dick jump. My mind immediately went to what they would feel like around my cock.

I felt ashamed and turned on. Two contrasting ends of the spectrum, but that’s the only way I could explain it. I looked back at Brooke, who was watching me like a fucking hawk, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do or allowed to do. I had no fucking clue what was going on. I didn’t want to disrespect her by asking, so I just sat patiently waiting for her next move. Brooke looked back at the girl that was standing there, eagerly waiting by the door, and made a come here gesture with her finger.

The girl grinned and strolled over, each step precise and calculated. I couldn’t help, but watch the way her deliciously, plump ass moved, and her ample tits bounced with each stride. Brooke was still sitting on the bed and the girl stopped when she stood in front her; right between her legs. Brooke scooted back on the bed, placing herself on her knees. They were now the same height, with Brooke behind her.

“You see that guy over there?” Brooke announced, nodding over toward me. “His name is Devon. Why don’t you tell him your name?” she asked, looking deep into her eyes.

The girl turned and peeked up at me. “Marina,” she revealed with a slight Spanish accent.

“Marina,” Brooke coaxed, making her turn back to face her. “Devon is a really nice guy, and he’s probably over there thinking that he shouldn’t be hard at the sight of you. But it’s okay, because you made me wet the second you stepped into the room,” she said, looking over at me. “I told you that tonight I am a VIP, Devon, and I meant it, so right now you could consider yourself a client. With every client we always, always, make sure that they get a show,” she paused. “Now… I’ll ask you again. Do you want to play? Because if you do… I guaran-fucking-tee you that you will have the time of your life.”

I rubbed my finger back and forth against my lips, which were suddenly dry. “What are the rules?” I blurted before thinking.

 

“There are none,” I informed, making his eyes widen and his jaw drop.

I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on, with how loyal he was being. It was admirable and fucking adorable to witness.

He cleared his throat. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Once we cross this line, there’s no going back, Brooke,” he cautioned as if I didn’t already know.

I took a deep, exaggerated breath and pulled Marina onto the bed; she came effortlessly. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. We were both on our knees in the middle of the mattress; I slowly slid the strap of her bra down her arm and then the other. I grazed my finger along her cleavage, making sure to stop right above her nipple; never taking my eyes off of her. I walked my fingers to the clasp at her back and undid it. It immediately fell onto the bed and her big, perky breasts bounced free.

She took my lead and proceeded to do the same thing to me. I moved her hair from her face, and roughly pulled it back at the nook of her neck. My face now hovered above hers. I leaned forward, and kissed and licked along her jawline, making my way down her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth, and she smelled like lavender and lilac. Once I got to her breasts, I slowly blew on her nipples, making them hard pebbles, before taking the tip of my tongue and licking back and forth.

I used my other hand and kneaded her other breast, while I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I could hear her heartbeat elevate; her skin was perspiring. I brought her lips to meet mine. The kiss started off gentle, we tasted each other’s scent and her cherry lip-gloss assaulted my senses.

Fuck… I loved being with a woman.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth first, and her tongue played with mine, moving around, wanting to savor the push and pull. Her hand moved to the inside of my panties and I returned the favor. She was already soaking wet.

My kind of girl…

She rotated her fingers around my clit, and I did the same to her; we moaned into each other’s mouth. I let go of her hair and brought her closer to me. I wanted to get a better angle, and be able to shove my fingers deep inside her pussy. She pushed her fingers inside me first, before I had the chance to do the same to her. We fucked each other with our hands, not letting up on engulfing each other’s mouths.

I was about to come and I could feel her pulsate and throb as well, squeezing my fingers so fucking tight that her juices flowed down my hand. I wanted to take them into my mouth and lick them. But before I could, our mouths were crudely pulled away from each other, yanking our heads back by our hair. I gasped and instantly opened my eyes to find Devon, hovering over us, sitting up on his knees in between us. I hadn’t even felt him get on the bed.

His eyes were brazen and dilated, I wheezed for air, breathless.

“Does that answer your question?” I sassed, and he caught me completely off guard by kissing me. Not just any kiss, he kissed me like he wanted to own and possess me. As if I needed to know that I belonged to him and only him. And I gladly let him have it because I did.

Once he was done laying his claim, he angled my head so that his mouth was near my ear.

“We always play by my fucking rules. Do you understand me?”

I gleamed with a smile that probably lit up the entire room.

“Yes,” I contentedly whispered.

“Are you sure you want to do this, no rules?” he asked once again, and I think I fell in love with him a little bit more.

“Yes,” I repeated.

“I need a condom,” he stated in a serious and demanding tone.

“It’s fine she’s a VIP. She’s clean.”

He shook is head no with a penetrating glare. “I only go bare with you, Bambi. And you two don’t touch each other, unless I say so. Those are my rules. Take it or leave it.”

I smiled so immensely that my teeth shined bright and big, radiating off his handsome, loving face. “In the drawer,” I simply stated.

He devoured my mouth one last time, and left me panting and wanting more.

And by the look on his face…

I just unleashed the beast and he just upped the ante.

 

Watching Brooke and Marina going at it, was a sight that I will take with me to the grave. I felt the burn and heat rising all over my body; they were fucking beautiful. But as I walked toward the bed and watched with a closer eye, something came over me. Something I wasn’t expecting.

I was jealous.

That feeling outweighed the craving of me wanting to stick my cock into someone’s mouth or cunt. I needed to make sure Brooke knew that if we did this, it was going to be under my terms. And when it was over… she still belonged to me, and I still belonged to her. So I claimed her mouth and reminded her who was still in control; who owned her. I wasn’t fucking Marina without a condom, and they weren’t fucking with each other, unless I told them to. By the look on Brooke’s face, when I told her, she fell in love with me a little bit more.

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