Anthea s baby 1
- 1 year ago
- 331
- 0
The Club free porn video
The Club
By Elizabeth Fulton
It's all about anticipation. She knows some people think it's all about thesex, but it's not. It's simply the delicious, electric anticipation of notknowing what he wants, of trying to read his mind, of responding without wordsto his touch, his tone, his mood. All she wants is to please him and win hisapproval.
The value of a moan or a sigh, the delight in a smile, is enough to keepher going for hours. The unspeakable bonus of hearing him say he loves herstops her heart.
And now that he wants to go to the Club, the anticipation is keeping herbreathless. She started the whole thing by mentioning it.
"There's a club," she had said. "It's for bondage people.You can watch, you can be private. It's not far."
He looked at her.
A reaction didn't take long.
"I'd like to tie you up," he said one day. "And hit you. Withother people watching."
She felt her mouth go dry.
"I'd like to walk in with you wearing a collar and a leash." She shivered. "Youwould kneel at my feet. How does that make you feel?"
She went blank. Make her feel? Loved and used. In ecstasy and agony. Yearning.Afraid. Burning with desire. As always, wanting to please him, willing to opento anything he proposed.
"Will other people hit me?"
His reaction was swift and sure. "No one else will ever touch you."
She relaxed in his ownership.
"It will be exciting." She watched him. That wasn't the answerhe wanted. Would he accept it?
He was silent and let it drop. She knew it wasn't enough, but would do fornow. When would they go? She was desperate to know, but smart enough not topush.
A week or so went by, and the Club was never far from her thoughts. She couldn'tlet herself imagine details; it was too distracting from life.
Finally, out of the blue, he said, "We're going Saturday night."
She couldn't pretend not to know what he was talking about.
"OK," she said. "Is there anything in particular I shouldwear?"
He looked at her. "Your choice."
She took a deep breath. If he had told her, she wouldn't have had to thinkabout it. By making it her decision, he was forcing her to consider his desiresalongside hers, and to make sure his came out on top. Risking his displeasurewas never an option. Making a decision she couldn't explain was another forbiddenitem.
The calendar moved quickly, and Saturday night came. She showered long, carefullyshaving her pussy clean. She rubbed scented lotion over her entire body, smoothingit into her skin and imagining his hands. She brushed her hair, letting itflow loose down her back.
She dressed in a pair of black stretch pants and a V-neck sweater, loosebut sticking to her curves. She didn't want any of her clothing to leave amark on her skin, yet she wanted every other person at the Club to look athim with envy.
He picked her up at 9. She slid into the car, expecting some comment, buthe made none. She looked around for a collar, a leash, but saw nothing. Hedidn't offer either one, and simply lit a cigarette and pulled away from thecurb.
"How are you tonight?" he asked, as though they were simply together. "Doyou want a cigarette?"
"No," she said, her thoughts racing. She sat back and tried to relax as thecar made its way nearer their destination. Remember, she said to herself, it'sthe anticipation. This is part of it. Let go. Don't think.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Nervous."
He smiled. "You know I'll never let anything happen to you that you don'twant."
"I know," she said, wondering at the part of her that wanted to be hit, thatwanted other people to watch, that wanted everyone to know that she belongedto him, proudly.
They rode in silence.
All too soon, it seemed, they were there. He found a place to park, and shereached for the door of the car. He said nothing, but put his hand on her shoulder.She turned to him, questioning.
He reached both hands behind her, into her hair, and grabbed it tight. Pullingher close to him, he kissed her deeply. When he let her go, she sat back. Whenshe opened her eyes, he was holding a black leather collar, sparkling withsilver studs. She leaned toward him, and he gently placed it around her neck,moving her hair, making sure it wasn't too tight or too loose. She sighed ashe closed the buckle.
From nowhere, it seemed, he was holding a leash. About four feet long, witha silver chain and a black leather handle. He clipped it to the ring in thecollar. She waited. Staring into her eyes, he gave the leash a tug. She lurched.
"I hope you can be more graceful than that," he said sharply. Tears spranginto her eyes and she bowed her head.
"Don't move." He lit a cigarette and got out of the car. She waited for himto walk around and open the door for her. She must concentrate more and notembarrass him.
Placing her arm through his, they walked a block in the summer heat to thewarehouse-looking building. The door was black; no bouncer stood outside. Shefelt everyone knew what was inside and no one would ever try to go in morethan once if they hadn't meant to.
They entered a long hallway, linoleum floor. The lights were dim, and theroom was smoky. It smelled stale, used. He walked forward boldly, not touchingthe leash, just letting it hang between her breasts.
At the end of the hall was a window, covered in a metal mesh. A woman, heavyand tough, dressed in black leather, looked them over. He started right back,relaxed, confident. Without any fuss, he paid for them and, giving her a littlenudge, walked behind her around the corner of the hallway into the main bararea.
Her eyes opened wide. Almost 100 people stood at the bar or sat around smalltables scattered around the floor. They were just people. She realized thatshe had expected them all to be dressed in leather, or be all naked, or allsomehow different. Some of them turned to look at her but looked away, theircuriosity satisfied.
He found an empty table and motioned her to it. She sat and waited whilehe walked to the bar to get them something to drink. He started talking tothe bartender.
She looked around again. Along one side of the room was a large wooden X,chains hanging from the corners. A bench, sort of a chair, was next to it,padded so that a body could be bent over it and stretched tight. From anotherroom she could hear the sounds of a paddle? Whip? Someone moaning sharply.Oh God, what had she agreed to? She took a deep breath. He was still talkingto the bartender, and she knew that whatever he had planned for tonight, hewas making sure it would happen exactly as he wanted.
There it was again . . . the anticipation. She wished there were a way ofholding onto the intensity forever, of freezing time and never feeling emptyagain. She sighed and told herself to mentally stay put.
How did this work, she wondered. Did someone just get up and get tied toa table and everyone went on with their conversations? What was going on inthe back rooms?
Turning her head, she noticed him walking back to her carrying two glasses.He sat in the other chair and sipped his soda. He said nothing for a long while.
Then he rose, turned to her and grabbed the leash. "Let's go," he said. Shelooked up questioning. He turned away, pulling her toward the back of the club.She got up and followed him out of the room, down another corridor. A highwindow was cut into one of the walls, and he walked to it and stopped. Shestood next to him to look. He tightened his grip on the leash and yanked hertoward him.
"Remember who's in charge," he said. "You question nothing. You do what Itell you. You speak to no one."
She nodded, and didn't speak.
"Good girl," he said, kissing her softly. "Now look."
She stared into the window. A woman was chained to another cross, her backto them. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed in black leather, her mouth filledwith a gag. Her legs and ass were crisscrossed with marks from a whip. Shewas panting.
Standing behind her was another woman, pacing back and forth, stopping everyonce in a while to lean close and say something to the bound woman, who squirmedor arched herself backward after every comment.
He pulled her closer with the leash.
"Is that what you want?" he asked.
She bent her head down and nodded.
"Answer me," he demanded.
"Yes."
He snapped the leash down and brought her to her knees.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, please," she moaned.
"Stay here," he said. "Don't move."
She settled back down on her heels and waited. Underneath the tension shecould feel herself getting excited, wet, opening for him. She swallowed, feelingthe pressure of the collar.
Hearing his footsteps, she again bent her head down. She saw his hand grabthe leash and he pulled her to her feet and walked back to the main room. Shefollowed behind him.
Was it her imagination, or did the room seem fuller? Were people lookingat them now? She turned her focus on him and felt herself free from fear. Sheclosed her eyes.
He walked with her over to the large wooden X. She felt him tug down on theleash and push her to her knees again. The leash dropped and she waited. Hereached down and grabbed the hem of her sweater, lifting it over her head andfeeding the leash through the neck. He took her wrists, one at a time, andshe felt leather cuffs being buckled. Another tug on the leash and she wasstanding.
"Turn around," he said, and she put her back to him.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pushed them offher, removing her shoes at the same time. With his foot, he kicked her legsapart. She became aware that the room was quieter. Or was it just the noisein her head drowning out all other sound?
She felt the leash again pulling her forward, and felt the coarse wood ofthe cross on her belly. She stopped, and felt her left arm being attached toa chain over her head. Her other arm followed, and then he placed cuffs onher ankles and chained her legs to the bottom of the cross.
The chain of the collar was pulled straight and attached to a hook in thecenter of the cross so her head was kept straight, her neck arched. She sighed.
"Are you ready?" he whispered. She felt his warmth, but he didn't touch her.She struggled a little, trying to reach him.
"Yes," she sighed. "Yes, please."
He stepped away. She still had her eyes closed, and the rest of the roomfaded from her. She braced herself, not knowing what was coming. Moments passed,and she felt his hand run down her back, stopped to cup her ass and squeeze.His fingers teased between her legs. She stretched toward him, feeling herwetness spill over onto her thighs.
Suddenly, she felt the sharp sting of a slap on her ass. She caught her breathand her hands grabbed the cross. Another slap, followed by another. She couldfeel the fire where he was hitting her. He had never done this before, slappingher without running his hands between her legs, pushing his fingers insideher, balancing the pain with pleasure.
He kept slapping, alternating hands, sometimes hitting flat on her ass, sometimesmoving down the inside of her thighs, sometimes hitting right between her legs.She was burning up, squirming with pain and desire. There was a roaring inher head and she felt an orgasm coming. Then he stopped. She moaned.
"Did you like that?" he said, right in her ear, not waiting for her answerbut moving away. Her insides were liquid, her pussy soaked, her clit pulsingwith need. She tried pressing her belly forward and backward but there wasnothing but air in either direction. She moaned again, this time in frustration.
"Are you ready for more?" he asked. She opened her eyes and turned her headto look at him standing at her side. He was holding a multi-tipped black leatherwhip with a dildo for a handle. It was covered with a rubber, glistening withlubricant.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Please, please."
He smiled and moved where she could no longer see him. She felt him comecloser and run the dildo up between her legs, almost rubbing her clit. Shestiffened and pushed back, but he was faster.
"Not yet," he said, and the whip whistled through the air and landed at thecurve of her ass. She gasped and hissed with the unexpected pain. This time,though, he rubbed her again with the dildo, letting it rest on her clit fora moment before stepping back and letting the whip work. Again and again healternated between the whip and the dildo, until she was writhing back andforth, moaning words that made no sense, feeling her body about to explode.
With a final crack of the whip, he walked closer to her and rammed the dildointo her pussy, sliding it in and out quickly. She came immediately, shuddering,rubbing herself backward into him, digging her fingers into the wood. Her entirebody pulsed with the shock, and she could feel her wetness dripping for everyoneto see.
He pulled out the dildo and leaned closer to her, stroking her hair and releasedthe leash from its hook.
"That was for you," he said, unclipping her wrist and bending downto do the same to her ankles. He walked to her other side and let her otherwrist go.
"Turn around," he said, grabbing the leash. She did, bending herhead to the floor.
"Don't move," he told her, and reached into a corner, picking somethingup and fiddling with the cross. He finished, and stood in front of her.
"This one is for me," he said, bending and kissing her lightlyon the lips and forehead. He walked forward, and she had no choice but to movebackward. She felt something hard and padded hit her lower back, and she stumbled.
He grabbed her wrist, bending it to reattach it to the top of the cross.He attached her other wrist, and she finally understood what the padding was.He had placed a wooden piece on the cross that kept her pelvis pushed out.He bent and attached her ankles to their corners, and stood back to look ather.
She was arched toward the main room, unable to move her ass backward intoa straight line. He walked back and forth in front of her for a few moments,then smiled to himself and reached for something on the floor. When he stoodhe was holding two pieces of soft rope.
She watched him with curiosity as he made a loop with one piece, and ranit over her upper thigh. Pulling it tighter, he sent the rope over the edgeof the cross, and fastened it. He then did the same the other side. She gaspedas his intentions became clear to her. Not only was her belly pushed forward,but her thighs were now spread wide open, and her pussy was visible to everyone.It glistened in the dim light.
Closing her eyes, she bent her head back. He snapped the leash forward.
"Look at me," he demanded. "Do not close your eyes. See theman there with the blue sweater?" He asked. She lifted her eyes to theleft back corner of the room and nodded.
"See the woman in the green dress?" he asked, and she looked inthe back of the other side of the room.
"I want you to tell me on the ride home everything that they did whilethey were watching you. Do not take your eyes off of them. Understand?"
She sighed and tried to keep still, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She lookedat the man, and saw him staring back at her. The woman was taking a sip ofa drink.
She nodded her head, and earned another gentle kiss.
He stepped back, and again bent to the floor to pick something up. Quicklyglancing down, she saw a long leather piece, about as thick as a pencil, witha small, thick square of leather at the end. He moved it, and it was very flexible.
She waited, watching the woman in the green dress stare at her. And thenhe snapped the rod, and the small square of leather hit the inside of her thigh.Red exploded into her vision as she let out a yelp. He smiled at her, and snappedthe rod again, this time on the other thigh.
For the next half hour? Hour? She lost track of the time as he bounced theleather pad off her thighs, her pussy, her breasts and her belly, turning thembright pink with distress. She squirmed and moaned and watched the man andthe woman never take their eyes off of her. She saw the man drop his hand intohis lap and smile at her. Every time her eyes closed, even if just for a moment,a particularly harsh slap would reopen them immediately.
Glancing down again, she could see how excited he was, how hard. She wantedhim to take her down, turn her over, and ram his cock into her right now. Herpain started moving again into desire. She moaned, and he sensed her changeof mood,
Stopping the hitting, he walked in front of her and ran his fingers throughher sopping pussy.
"You're so hot," he said, close to her ear. "You feel so good."
He stroked her clit, moving his finger rapidly and rubbing. She held herbreath and leaned her head back, lost in the sensation. Suddenly he stoppedand she realized she had taken her eyes off her assigned people. As soon asshe lifted her head, he started again.
"You want my fingers in you, don't you" he asked, without expectingan answer. She writhed and tried to push toward his hand, but couldn't reallymove. Slowly, he teased his fingers further back into her pussy. Maddeningly,slippery, he finally reached his goal and slipped his fingers inside of her,curling them and moving them deeper.
She came immediately, and felt the shock of it through her entire body asit shook with need.
"You can do that again," he said, watching her. He kept stroking slowly,keeping his fingers buried deep inside her.
"You love that everyone is watching you," he said softly, leaning into herbody. "You are so hot, so wet, so beautiful. Go ahead and cum for me." He pickedup the pace of his fingers, and used his other hand to reach out and squeezea nipple hard, twisting and pulling it and making her gasp.
She wanted so much to make it last, to stay forever in this building pressureof pleasure, to scream aloud with boiling desire. She wanted him to untie herand throw her on the floor and fuck her right there, hard, and hold him andsuck him into her mouth and make him feel her uncontrollable want. She wantedto watch his eyes glaze with need, for him to call her name, to feel him shudderand want her, only her.
And then she couldn't stop the rushing feeling, bursting from her centerand pulsing out to every part of her body. She let out a loud moan, tossingher head from side to side, trying to keep watch on her people and explodeat the same time. Even her toes curled in pleasure. Her fingers stretched outand then clenched into fists, and she let herself fall into the orgasm, knowinghe would catch her and bring her back.
She hung, limp, as reality poured back into her. She became aware of sounds,of light, of the salty, sharp smell of her body, of his closeness as he brushedthe hair off her face. He released her thighs and ankles, and wrapped an armaround her waist as he let loose her wrists, and she stumbled against him,exhausted.
He walked her out of the room, and into a private back room. He sat on asofa and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and strokingher back. She sighed deeply and put her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.As she moved, she realized they were alone, and he was still hard, needingher.
She slid off his lap and sat at his feet, looking up at him. He crossed hisarms behind his head and leaned back. She loved him like this, open and waitingfor her to please him. She ran her hands up his legs and to his waist, swiftlyopening his pants. He lifted himself up and she pulled his pants off, tossingthem on the couch.
He was still hard, a teasing drop of liquid shimmering at the very tip ofhis cock. She leaned over and licked it off, savoring the taste and makinghim sigh. She bent her head down, careful to keep her hair back so he couldwatch. With a quick movement, she took his cock into her mouth, where she bathedit in heat. He sighed and called her name.
"That's right," he said. "That's good."
His words lit a new fire inside her and she bent over him with burning lust.She swirled her tongue up and down his cock, sucking and licking and feelinghim sweat with need. She felt powerful and the most intense helplessness atthe same time, looking up at him and seeing him bite his lower lip.
He reached down and grabbed the leash and yanked her up onto the sofa, pushingher onto her back and spreading her legs wide. He moved his body between themand sank his cock into her pussy in one quick movement, gasping with pleasure.He leaned her legs on his shoulders, bending over to watch himself move inand out of her. She let her eyes close, let all the feelings of the eveningpour over her, felt another orgasm get ready to roll through her body. He knewshe was ready, and slammed into her, keeping control of himself.
Letting out a short scream, she curled up and grabbed him around the waist,once again shuddering and feeling her pussy contract around his cock, ripplingand squeezing. He pulled out and shoved her back onto the floor at his feet.
"Suck my cock," he said, and she tasted her own salty wetness on him as sheobeyed his demand. "Suck it hard,"
She lost track of time again as she licked and sucked, running her handsbetween his legs, squeezing him, feeling him grab her hair in his hands andpush himself into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She felt him stiffen,and his cock shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, loving the shortmoment he released control to her.
Sitting back on her heels, she watched his breathing slow and his eyes openagain and look at her. The anticipation of the evening was over, and she wasready to sleep in his arms.
He stood and dressed. "Wait here," he said, and left the room. When he returnedhe had her clothes, and she dressed. Without touching the leash, or her, hewalked out again, and she followed him. He collected the rest of their belongingsat the front cage, and they walked out into the dawn of a breaking day.
Haven
- 26.09.2022
- 7
- 0
