The Night Out

He sighed and took a sip of his drink. He hadn't wanted to come out tonight but his friend had dragged him out, wouldn't take no for an answer. He glanced at his watch. It was nearly eleven, they had been out for a couple hours and soon he would be able to make his excuses and go home. He scanned the crowd for his friend and found him in a corner making out with a blonde. 'Excellent', he thought finishing off his drink. He would just slip out and make it up to his friend the next day. He was about to leave when something on the dance floor caught his eye. Or rather, someone. She was beautiful, wearing a skin tight black dress, the bottom of which flashed a hint of suspender belt. Her heels were tall and black, the perfect end to perfect stockinged legs. Her dark brown hair fell in loose waves just past her shoulders and her heavily outlined dark eyes glinted in the light. She caught his eye and almost lazily lifted her hand and beckoned him over. The way she moved, flaunting those crazy curves, had almost hypnotised him. He lightly rested his hands on her hips as she ground into him. He could feel himself getting hard even from the lightest contact. She learnt further into him as she felt him pressing against her. He moaned slightly from the added pressure. Then she just walked off, not even looked back. Stunned he followed her. She led him out of the club, to a taxi and opened the door for him.

Within fifteen minutes they pulled up outside her house. She still hadn't said a word to him and he was starting to feel uncomfortable. He was intrigued though and couldn't help himself following her still. She led him straight up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was the most stunning room he had ever seen. It had been decorated in a Victorian style with a tall dresser on one side, a thick plush ruby carpet and in the middle of the room was a huge wooden four poster bed. Facing the end of the bed was a red velvet sofa. Finally she turned to him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Her voice washed over him like velvet. He dumbly nodded. She moved towards him and kissed him deeply, backing him towards the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. He felt the end of the bed pressing against the back of his legs but she kept him standing. Her hands travelled up his arms, pulling them up above his head, and with a snap she had them tied above his head. He hasn't spotted the handcuffs there before but he wasn't going to complain. Ever so slowly she trailed her fingers down his bare chest, digging her nails in as she went. He could now feel his cock pressing hard against his jeans, dying to feel her touch. She unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, careful to avoid his throbbing erection. He moaned at the relief of the pressure, finally being free.

"Please," he groaned, unable to help himself.

"Shut up," she ordered, slapping him across the face. He flinched and was surprised to find that instead of being put off, he just got harder. Her gaze trailed down to his cock and her lips curled up in pleasure. A noise at the door suddenly startled him. He looked up to find a second woman stood there, just as stunning as the first. But she was in perfect contrast. Her hair was long, straight and almost white blonde. She wore a tiny white top that revealed the lacy red bra beneath it and a white skirt so short he swore he could see the edge of red French knickers below. Her long legs were encased in white hold up stockings and she wore bright red heels. Bemused, he watched as the blonde walked across and sat on the sofa. "Not a sound," the brunette warned him. She turned to the blonde on the sofa and sat next to her. Immediately the blonde was on her knees kissing the brunettes legs. The brunette nodded and the blonde stood up. She began dancing to her own music, running her hands up and down her slender body. Slowly, tantalisingly, she removed her top, her skirt, and then finally her bra. When she released her pert breasts, he released the breath he hadn't realised he was holding in. The brunette was up instantly, an unseen whip lashing across his stomach.

"I said no noise," she growled. He whimpered slightly, a drop of come audibly falling to the floor. He had never been so aroused in his life and just needed to get his release. He sensed it wouldn't be happening any time soon. The brunette sat back on the sofa and propped her leg up next to her, revealing that she was wearing no knickers. The blonde knelt down on the floor next to her and slowly trailed her fingers up the brunettes' leg. The brunette sighed with satisfaction as the blondes fingers reached her womanhood, parted her lips and slipped her fingers inside her warm folds. The blonde lowered her head and gently began to lick the brunettes' clit. Her head flung back and she began loudly moaning as the blonde pumped her fingers and ate hungrily. He stood transfixed, rigid, needing. The blonde pumped quicker, ate harder, and with a final lick the brunette wailed out her orgasm, pleasure coursing through her body.

"Kiss him," she demanded. The blonde got up and walked towards him. Without touching any other part of him, she kissed him deeply. He strained against the cuffs to kiss her deeper, even more aroused by the wonderful taste on her lips of the brunettes' pussy. By now he was so aroused that a small pool of come had formed by his feet. He was sure that this kiss alone could tip him over the edge. "Enough," she ordered. Instantly the blonde stepped back out of his reach. A small whimper of frustration left his lips. Again the brunette whipped him, lower this time than before. Before he could stop it he yelped. Another whipping, ever closer to his pulsing cock.

"Next time I won't miss," she growled. He barely managed to bite back his tongue. He had strangely enjoyed the whipping but wasn't convinced that having his cock struck would have the same effect. The brunette nodded at the blonde who stood on the bed behind him, undid the cuffs and kicked him to the ground, where he fell at the brunettes' feet. He grunted with pain as he landed on his cock. With one swift movement the brunette kicked him onto his back and whipped him across his balls. Tears sprang to his eyes, a breath of agony fell from his lips, and his cock pulsed even harder with desire. Lying on his back he was able to see up the brunettes' non-existent dress, see her still glistening pussy.

"Please mistress," he begged, taking her ankle and fervently kissing her shoe. He didn't think he could take it much longer without release. She stepped back from him.

"First you will pleasure Amelia," she said, "but you are to take no pleasure yourself." He nodded and laid the blonde on the bed. He ran his tongue over her pussy, feeling her wetness through her knickers, smelling her own arousal. He desperately wished he could just plunge his cock into her deep folds but she didn't hold the same appeal as the brunette. It was her he wanted to feel around him, plunging as deep as he could inside her. He pulled Amelia's knickers to the side and thrust his tongue deep inside her, imagining she was the brunette. He drew back then moved quickly back inside, quickening his movements. He parted her lips with his fingers, his thumb strumming against her clit. Amelia moaned loudly and was joined by the brunette behind her. Momentarily distracted he turned his head and saw the brunette was using her fingers to enjoy the show. He was keen to please her in any way he could and went back to eating out the blonde. He could feel she was getting close, her legs were twitching, her back was arched and her hands clung desperately to the bed sheets. Her head was thrown back, she screamed her pleasure and she came. He licked all her juices up.

"Very nice," said the brunette, "Amelia you may leave us now." Still panting heavily and on shaky legs, the blonde quickly left the room. He stood next to the bed praying it was his turn now. Oh so slowly she stood up, unzipped down the back of her dress, and let it fall to the floor. He took in her body. She was very slim but curvy, a flash of colour indicating a tattoo down her side. She had large breasts that seemed to defy gravity and her pussy was hairless. All she wore now were her stockings and heels, and he had never found them so unbearable sexy in his life.

"You have pleased me tonight, and as promised you shall get your reward," she purred, moving towards him. He stood rooted to the spot as she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth. He watched as his dick effortlessly disappeared into her mouth, watched her eyes flick up to meet his, and he came. The orgasm raged through his body like none he had ever had before. He would feel wave after wave pulsate into her mouth until he thought he may be dry forever. She let him leave her lips and, still looking in his eyes, she swallowed the lot. She pushed him back onto the bed and was straight on him. He groaned in pleasure as he felt himself slip inside her tight wet cunt, still totally unable to break eye contact. She scratched her nails deep into his chest as she rode him. He could quickly feel another orgasm building up in him, faintly surprised as he had never managed to perform again so quickly. He could feel her walls pressing tightly around his cock and he ran his finger across her clit. She fell apart around him, he could feel her orgasm pulsing around him and he let go. As he came she ran her nails across his balls and stars exploded behind his eyes. He gripped her hips tightly and held her down, plunging his dick as deeply as it could go, his orgasm lasting forever. Too exhausted to move she lay down on his chest.

He had never been so glad that his friend had dragged him out.
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