Swing. Miasha
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what I wanted to hear. She was an out-of-towner. Stewart and I preferred out-of-towners. That way, the chances of us ever seeing them again were slim to none. I had to be certain, though, so I hit her with a follow-up question.
“Are you visiting? Or are you like most Atlantans and you migrated here?” By now, my drink was in front of me. I grabbed it and sipped.
“Visiting,” the woman replied, still smiling. Then she looked over her shoulder at the pale-skinned, light-haired, thin guy she was with. Perhaps she felt like he was being left out.
That was Stewart’s cue. And he took it. His hand extended to the guy, he said, “How you doin’, man? I’m Stew.”
The guy let go of his cup, shook his hand a little to rid his palm of moisture, and received Stewart’s handshake. “Brent,” he said.
We women followed suit.
“I’m Victoria.” She placed her hand on those titties I liked so much.
“And I’m—”
“Danielle,” Victoria beat me to the end of my sentence. “I heard the bartender say, Here comes Danielle.”
“Oh you did, did you?” Then I paused my conversation with Victoria. “Aye, Nina!” I projected over the music and chatter.
She darted my way. “Another one, Mrs. Oxford?”
I leaned in, my ear as close to her mouth as the counter between us would allow. “Mrs. Oxford, you say?” I winked at Victoria. She couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Yes,” Nina answered matter-of-factly.
“Oh, okay.” I straightened back up. “Just was making sure you knew the correct way to address me.”
“Of course.” Nina put on a chipper smile, then shot a quick, cold glance at Victoria and Brent.
I loved power as much as I did compliments. And from the looks on Brent’s and Victoria’s faces, they loved that I had it. They were hooked. Now I just had to reel them in.
“Good,” I said to Nina. “Now, could you get that sexy gentleman over there,” I motioned toward Brent, “another one of whatever he was drinking?”
“Sure thing,” she replied, scurrying to fulfill my request.
Then I got back to business. “Well, now that the introductions are out of the way, would you two like to see our room?”
Victoria’s smile widened along with her glassy eyes. “Your room?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not typical customers. We have a pretty unique relationship with the owners.” I sipped my drink.
“We’ve noticed,” Brent chimed in.
Make them feel like tonight is their lucky night. “So it looks like you two have a bit of beginner’s luck. First time here, visiting from Texas, and you stumble upon the VIP couple with their own room,” I smiled. Now go in for the kill. I took the pineapple slice off my cup and, looking Victoria deep in her hazel eyes, stuck my tongue through the small gap in the center of it. I slowly moved my tongue up and down. Either the Molly had kicked in or I was becoming a better actress by the minute. Whatever the case, I got her.
“I’d like to see your room,” Victoria said in a sexy little whisper. Then she gazed over her shoulder at Brent again.
He shrugged.
“It’s laid out too,” Stewart assured.
Victoria got up from her barstool and she and Brent fell in line behind Stewart and me, off to our VIP room. One couple down.
In the hallway where our room was, there were six private rooms total. And I don’t mean private in the sense of belonging to one particular couple like ours belonged exclusively to us. I mean they had doors that could be closed and locked, whereas the other rooms and areas in the back of the club were open for all to see and congregate. Those areas were usually packed with people having orgies. Basically, whoever was in close proximity to you and your mate was whom you ended up swapping with. And it usually happened without much talk or thought. Like one minute you would be giving your man head and the next some random girl was sharing the task with you. Then you’d feel someone fingering you while someone else was rubbing your breasts. And before you knew it, you were engaged in all kinds of sex with all kinds of people. It was fun in our younger days when we were wild and free. But now we did what we did because it actually served a purpose in our lives. I mean, the selection process and the privacy were great, but we did it this way for the end goal—the bigger picture.
On the way to our room, some familiar faces greeted us. Others just stared. They seemed to think we owned the place. Why else could Stewart be fully dressed in the section of the club where signs clearly stated, No Clothes Permitted Beyond this Point? My answer would be, if anyone ever asked, We paid the price. I laughed at my own thoughts. But it was fact. Stewart and I paid close to ten grand to renovate our room to our liking, plus we paid twice the yearly membership fee everyone else did. So we could do what we pleased.
We were like celebrities at Puss & Boots, and the couple tailing us were groupies who had lucked out and been chosen from the crowd. I laughed at myself again. No one noticed though. Everybody was back to moaning and groaning. Licking and sticking. I loved it too. This was my scene.
We approached our door. Stewart dug in his jeans pocket and pulled out a key, the one Kelsey had given him. He put it back and retrieved a different one, which he used to unlock the door.
Inside the room, Victoria and Brent really opened up. It could’ve been the room itself: the leather walls, mirrored mosaic ceilings, plush custom bed, and flat screen looping our favorite porn flicks. Or the fact that they had both finished their drinks. The privacy might have been a factor too. It all worked in our favor.
Without any instruction or guidance, Victoria started undressing Stewart. Brent, watching his naked woman position herself to go down on another man, began lightly stroking his white dick. I decided to match Victoria and give her man the same pleasure she was now giving mine.
We were both on our knees, pulling dicks in and out of our mouths, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I initiated our move from the middle of the floor to the circular rotating bed. That was our main attraction. That and the swing.
I laid on my back, bringing Brent’s dick to my face. I felt my legs being parted. And from under Brent’s balls I could see a head full of long silky black hair moving down between my thighs. My husband was bald, so go figure.
Victoria licked away at my clitoris while Stewart seized the opportunity to penetrate her from the back. Of course, he put on a condom first. That was our one rule.
She squealed at first, surprised by his size. “Is that thing real?”
I caressed her shoulders and told my husband to take it easy. What she was doing to me was too good to be interrupted by every painful stroke.
He slowed his tempo, which made the whole show that much better. His facial expressions were priceless. The amount of pleasure he had to be feeling to make those faces aroused me even more.
I turned my attention back to the head of hair between my legs. I rubbed my fingers through it, and on occasion I would palm the head to keep it right in a particular spot. Simultaneously I would push my hips forward as if I were riding her tongue. It created a nice juicy pressure against my clit. It made me gasp. And whenever I did, it allowed her guy’s dick to coast deeper down my throat. And he was taking full advantage of those moments. A few times, causing me to gag. But it was the nature of having sex in a group. Everyone wanted to seize every opportunity to be pleased beyond his or her wildest dreams.
As he pumped, she licked, and I sucked, it was like an assembly line. We switched positions numerous times before all of us had orgasms—the men cumming twice apiece. It was spectacular. More than I expected from the seemingly shy couple from Texas.