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  At The Club

  by Trixie Yale

  Copyright 2012 Trixie Yale

  Smashwords Edition

  “Fuck….yeah.” Robyn moaned from the chair she was in, looking down at the man on his knees before her. “Quinn, you’re beautiful. I want that beautiful mouth on my cock.” Robyn and her partner were currently the center of attention at the club Bounce, a hybrid dungeon and swinger’s space in the heart of the city. Robyn gripped Quinn’s hair and pulled him down on her hot needy shaft.

  It was far in the future, and genetic manipulation had given everyone, among other things, the ability to mix and match genitals as they pleased. Robyn had opted to grow herself a penis; Quinn added a pussy to his body. Both had decided to continue using the pronouns they were born with, though there were some people who used newfangled gender neutral ones.

  Not that any of that mattered at the moment. Quinn was an excellent dick-sucker, and he was using his skills expertly. Robyn was quietly groaning as his tongue lapped long on the underside of her cock, and then flicked the tip of his tongue right where the head met the shaft. He was going to draw this out as long as possible, Robyn could tell. She wasn’t going to complain though, as she gently caressed his hair. Quinn loved to suck cock and was good at it because of that fact. Robyn was very lucky to have him as a playmate tonight.

  They had met the previous weekend, at Bounce in fact. Robyn was there, looking for a good deep dicking. Quinn was dressed in tight black leather pants and a leather vest that showed of his muscular chest. He looked the epitome of a masculine male, one that would give her the fuck she wanted. After a brief period of discussing their personal preferences and some heavy flirting, Robyn found herself naked and tied to a Saint Andrew’s Cross, being flogged with a heavy cat-o-nine tails up and down her back. It had been like a heavenly massage and she had just melted against her restraints. It was only then, that Quinn had stopped flogging her, inserted his dick into her extremely ready cunt, and fucked her brains out. Afterwards they promised to meet again the next week with a change in game plan this time. Quinn would be the bottom, and Robyn would be the one to do the fucking.

  Robyn came dressed for the part. She was wearing a rubber cat suit with strategic holes cut to expose and enhance her breasts, pussy, and cock. As well, Robyn wore thigh-high latex boots with an extremely pointed heel. Quinn, like Robyn the week before was wearing nothing but a leather collar.

  It was something he wore proudly as he gently put his hands on Robyn's legs to steady himself as he flicked his tongue against the very tip of her head. He tasted her warm pre-come and savored its slightly salty flavor. Quinn smeared that lubrication all around the head, and then pulled Robyn's cock into his mouth with powerful suction. His own cock was hard as well, but Quinn ignored it in favor of enjoying the sensation in his mouth. It was a nearly perfect cock, seven inches long and maybe two inches wide and uncut to better protect the sensitivity. Her foreskin had pulled all the way back though, so it wasn't interfering Quinn at all. He slowly bobbed his head back and forth along the shaft, occasionally pausing to play with the tip. Robyn lacked testicles, and so Quinn couldn't play with those, but he was quite content to give her oral pleasure as she sat in a gorgeous leather chair.

  Robyn was moaning very quietly, still holding on to Quinn's thick hair. He was an amazing cocksucker, but she wanted more. "Play with my clit." She ordered, and then gasped when Quinn complied. Robyn was already beginning to feel the slightest of exquisite pleasure tendrils creeping up from deep inside her belly. She had noticed since getting her cock, that if both her cock and pussy were played with, she would have wild, almost earth shattering orgasms that would never fail to make her pass out. She moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily, and then voluntarily as she gripped Quinn's head. "Let me fuck your mouth. Keep playing with my pussy."

  Quinn nodded, and practically melted when she thrust in and out of his mouth. His fingers briefly lost, then found her clit and he rubbed it in slow circles, then fast ones, then varied the pressure until she moaned again. Tentatively, he slipped his fingers into her dripping pussy, pushing them in and moving them around a bit. She was tight inside, but Quinn already knew that from the fucking he had given her last week.

  Robyn gasped, and felt even more electric tendrils centered on her groin. "Oh my god," Robyn moaned, "Keep doing that." She bucked, fucking his mouth with almost wild abandon for a few seconds more, and then relaxed. "And suck it. Suck my hard cock." Robyn panted, her legs spread to allow Quinn to keep with his ministrations.

  "Yes Mistress." Quinn said spontaneously as he did as he was ordered. With gusto, he licked and sucked, and rubbed.

  Robyn shuddered. "Oh, I'm your Mistress? I like that." She groaned, the pressure now building intensely in her cock and cunt. "You might make your Mistress come, I bet you like that idea." Suddenly she yanked his head off her cock. "Say it. I want to hear you beg me to let you make me come."

  Quinn looked up at her with big brown eyes. "Please, Mistress. Let me make you come." He begged in this soft mewling way. It was a complete contrast to their first meeting, where he never spoke gentler than an order. "I want to feel your spunk hit my throat and make me swallow. I want you to scream my name as you come around my fingers. Please, Mistress, will you do that?" Quinn was rubbing her clit and licking her tip as best he could.

  All throughout the dirty monologue, Robyn's entire lower half was on fire, the pressure building and building. But she was able to keep herself together, and stopped the powerful orgasm from reaching its conclusion. "No." Robyn panted, slumping back in her seat. She grinned at Quinn's crushed look. "I'm in charge, remember?" Robyn drew Quinn's head closer, gently stroking it. "But, maybe I'll do something good for you?" She looked around. "Maybe I'll fuck you." Robyn hoped he would say yes. She was very horny, and blue-balls would probably set in, even if there weren't any balls to turn blue. "Turn around and get on all fours if that’s what you want."

  Quinn didn't have to be told twice. Gracefully he turned around and got on his hands and knees. He wiggled his ass at her, showing her both his heavy full balls, and the vaginal slit behind them. "Please mistress? Will you fuck me?"

  Robyn got down on her knees as well, the need to come subsiding just a little bit. It was there enough to focus her attention on being a good top for Quinn. She eyeballed his slit, and ran her finger along the outside to find his little button. "Mm, I want to fuck that…but…" Robyn's finger danced up, dipping in his pussy just a little to get some of his precious juices. She then rubbed just the very outside of Quinn's pink asshole. "This might be a lot more fun." Gently Robyn dipped her fingertip just barely inside of him. "What do you say, my dear slave?" Robyn's skin prickled delightfully at the title she gave him.

  Quinn merely answered with a moan. His cock was stiff, and his pussy was glinting with moisture in the lights of the club.

  Robyn leaned down, and brought her tongue against Quinn's pussy. She lapped at it, enjoying the pleasantly sweet taste. Her tongue slipped in just a little bit, smearing her face with pre-come. Much as she wanted to continue, Robyn knew that she had promised a particular order to things, and by god she was going to deliver. She wanted Quinn to feel good. She wanted to make Quinn feel good, like he had done for her the previous week. Robyn's tongue traced a delicate path up, and lightly tickled the puckered entrance.

  Again, Quinn moaned. "Please, lick my asshole Mistress. Make it ready for your huge cock." Quinn was a switch through and through. Last week, he had been demanding Robyn take his cock in her cunt and beg for an orgasm, and this week he was begging her to fuck him like the bitch he felt to be right now. "Please Mistress, I want you."

  Who was Robyn to refuse such a polite request? She slid the tip of her tongue past the strong muscles
of his anus, then pulled it back out again, licking all around it to get his asshole nice and lubed up with her spit. Quinn's unique scent was extremely strong right here, and Robyn couldn't help but reach down to stroke her engorged and needy cock. In the back of her mind, Robyn hoped that even after this they could continue to see each other, if only to keep having wild nights like this. She lapped around his asshole again, and suddenly spit onto it and rubbed it around with her free hand. Robyn glanced at the audience around her, as she stroked Quinn's entrance. Most were visibly aroused even in the dim light of the club. A few were groping their own partners, and at least one pair was on the floor and fucking on it. An audience had gathered around them, too.

  After she took stock, Robyn looked at the man in front of her. He was still not ready for her cock yet, though she was certainly ready to give it to him. Instead of that though, Robyn bent down again and ran her tongue around his hole again, and then moved down to take more advantage of his female parts. After all, Robyn reasoned, if he was aroused there, then it would make inserting things into his ass somewhat easier. Robyn also couldn't help but admit to herself that she just really liked eating pussy.

  Robyn lapped up the copious juices and gently began to rub his clitoris, which for him was situated right where his testicles met his body. More of his sweet nectar came out, and Robyn greedily slurped it out. "Oh, my slave….you're so wonderful." She slid her tongue into Quinn's slick, warm depths, and rapidly flicked it in and out. Quinn's juices were smeared all over her face, but she didn't care as she continued to stoke the tiny nub.

  Quinn slowly felt an orgasm building in his pussy. Robyn was using her tongue and fingers in an expert fashion, always varying what she was doing until he was moaning, telling her that he was going to come. More accurately, he was begging for an orgasm.

  Robyn chuckled, and pulled her head back. Her lips were glistening. "Hmm, well…I suppose I can grant you that." She licked him again, rubbing his clit faster. "Because I don't know if you're going to get another one." Robyn licked his slit, and started furiously stroking.

  Between the two stimulations, Quinn didn't last long. And much to the delight of the crowd, he was a screamer. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him. His entire body was shuddering with pleasure, and best yet his cock twitched and dripped with near orgasm himself. It felt like forever before Robyn finally stopped actively making him come, and even when she pulled back Quinn was panting and enjoying the pleasure for a good few minutes after.

  He was ready, Robyn finally decided and sat up, pressing the head of her cock against his asshole. Slowly she pushed in, not wanting to actually harm him. Robyn did not, however, wait for him to get used to her girth. He was tight around her, though pleasurably, so she wasn't worried that he wasn't used to putting things in his ass. "Take it," she moaned. "Take all of my cock." Robyn found herself buried all the way in him in short order.

  Quinn was panting in pleasure and was extremely full but loving it. The man felt currently a sense of submission he hadn't felt in quite a long while. Quinn decided he needed to speak. "Thank you." He murmured, and moved his hips to try and get closer to her.

  To contrast, Robyn felt very powerful, having this man underneath her. She hissed slightly and moved back from his hips. "Nuh-uh, I decide when you get more. Robyn then pushed back so she was all the way inside again, and leaned over his back to kiss it." But you're welcome, slave." She punctuated her speech with a groan, because Quinn had squeezed his ass around her dick. Robyn pulled back slowly, and then thrust in hard.

  Quinn groaned and gasped as the tip of her cock brushed against his prostate. It was like a jolt of lightning through his body and even seemed to give him another tiny orgasm, radiating from his clit. "Yes Mistress, fuck your slave." He groaned with the desire to have his ass filled with her seed.

  Robyn shuddered. She was beginning to feel the tendrils of pleasure once again, and they were snaking themselves upwards faster than they had been before. She wanted to come, but at the same time wanted to draw out their coupling. Robyn kept pumping, admiring the sheen of sweat on Quinn's back. Impulsively, she reached around and stroked Quinn's cock, and then marveled at how sensitive he was to her touch. When groped, Quinn arched his hips forward rapidly, humping into Robyn's hand. With this movement, he was squeezing his ass around her cock. She gasped again, and pumped her own hips rapidly. Robyn moved her hand opposite her hips; if her cock was in, her hand was away from his cock, but if her cock was out, then her hand was wrapped firmly around his cock. Rhythmically, she kept doing this for what seemed like forever. It really wasn't but they were so aroused time seemed to slow down.

  She was thrusting in and out, and Robyn's breathing became ragged as she gave into her baser instinct to implant her seed in a body, even if it wasn't in a fertile womb. The pleasure-pain that came right before her orgasm peaked in her groin causing her to cry out Quinn's name. It then crashed down, and jets of hot come shot out as she slammed into his ass one more time. She filled him up, and then some. Robyn's glistening white fluid oozed out, dribbling down his pussy to land in a puddle between their knees. They'd have to clean that up later, but Robyn didn't much care. She was riding the good feelings of her orgasm.

  The man beneath her had been thrusting as much as he could, his balls slowly rising as her cock banged inside of him. It wouldn't be long before he came again, not with Robyn's thrusting and then generous reach-around. Indeed that was the case. Robyn's seed slammed into his prostate with a force he hadn't felt in a long while, and as before Quinn screamed his own orgasm. His balls drew up towards his body, and his dick throbbed, spewing his own come all over the floor. Quinn was barely able to keep from collapsing into a heap from the strength, but he spread his legs a little more and managed to not pass out in his own fluids.

  Robyn panted, staying inside Quinn until her orgasm was over and her cock deflated a little bit. She slipped out, gasping as the cool air touched her cock. She scooted back just enough to lie against the chair they had first started out in. "Quinn?" She said softly to the slightly disoriented man. "Come here, Quinn." It was less an order than she had given most of the evening. Robyn smiled a bit as he turned around and crawled to her and lay against her chest. "Was that good?" She asked softly, gently stroking his hair.

  Quinn only nodded. He was shaky, but he felt completely safe and cared for in the arms of this woman. After a while, he dared speak. "Robyn, can we," he paused, suddenly feeling shy over what he was going to ask. "Can we maybe get some coffee later?"

  Robyn blinked." Are you asking me out on a date?" It wasn't totally absurd, she realized. They hadn't had much time to get to know each other, aside from learning about sexual preferences shortly before the act itself. And, considering her thoughts from earlier, it was a wish come true.

  The man shrugged a little. "Yeah, I guess I am. I've really enjoyed the time we've spent fucking, and I'd like to know you outside of the club."

  "Makes sense." Robyn replied. "We should absolutely get some coffee later." She spoke like it wasn't even something she had to consider for long. Robyn smiled wickedly. "And then maybe we can do other things, in private?"

  Quinn laughed at this point. "Of course, that went without saying." He looked over suddenly, and grinned. "Want to watch them?" Quinn gestured at another couple who had taken their place in the middle of the audience, shagging like rabbits.

  "Of course." Robyn responded similarly, and hugged Quinn as she spoke. She had a feeling it would be the beginning of something wonderful.

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