Chapter 7
Alan was right. What happened in the room Selena that morning turned out to be one of the hottest sexual experiences of his life.
After he had her tied, he felt so superior to her, and the power not only surged through his cock, but also, through his mind. He knew that the mind was even more important than the cock, in a case like that.
After he had slapped her across the face, he placed both of his hands on her shoulders and forced her down on her knees in front of him. He saw the way she was hungering for his cock, for she kept her mouth open and her tongue was sticking out.
He decided to taunt her with it, remembering how turned on he had been the night before when he had slapped his wife with his dick.
He slapped Selena across the face a few times, and watched how she kept moving her head to try and get his cock into her mouth. She started to moan each time she missed and heard the slapping sound of hard dick against her soft cheek.
Alan was getting off on that sound, too, and the feeling, as well.
At one point, he moved down a little and pressed his cock between her tits. She had such large, soft tits, that his dick was feeling sensational. He started to thrust his cock between her tits, and he saw the way she kept her mouth open once again, in the hopes that he would thrust up high and enter her mouth.
He liked it when she flicked her tongue back and forth over his cock head, while tit-fucking her, and there was no way that she could deny liking it, for her moans were moans of a bitch in heat.
When he was ready to have her suck his cock, or rather, ready to fuck her face, he wrapped a leather whip around her neck, and held it there, almost like a leash and collar in one. Then, he slammed his dick home, deep into her mouth.
He moved his fingers to her tits and started to pull hard on her two nipples, still holding the leather leash with one hand.
"Yeah, suck that dick of mine, you hot cunt," he said, and he restroom ked into her light blue eyes, and saw how turned on she was.
"After I come once in your mouth, I'm gonna stuff my cock into your cunt and fuck you until you don't know what the fuck is happening. I'm gonna make your pussy come so many times that we both lose count."
He knew how much she loved hearing that. He bent down a little bit and slid his hand into her cunt, and started to play with her clit. He felt how hot she was inside, and as he started I to wiggle her clit around, he felt her juices pouring out onto his hand. He rubbed them back against her cunt bush.
"Yeah, bitch," he kept moaning. "Yeah, take that dick."
Whether she wanted to or not, she had no choice. He was fucking her face like a madman, and although she might not have liked this too much with anyone else, she had enough feelings for him to be getting off.
She thought about how hot she had thought Alan was when she first saw him. In fact, after she had fucked Jimmy, she had had a talk with him about Alan.
"I see," Jimmy had said to her, when she asked him why Alan didn't fuck the girls. "You really wanted him, but since he wouldn't, you just thought that you would take me in the meanwhile. Is that it?"
"No. Cut that shit, Jimmy. I like you, too. I didn't expect us to have such a hot time. I didn't know what a rope master you were."
"That's what most girls tell me, and they all love it."
"I loved it, too. But I like Alan. I've liked him since I started to work here, and I would like to get him."
"Give up, baby. All the girls here want to get him. You know, I think that if I didn't go after you bitches, you'd all come after me. I think that's the way it works with you. I mean, a guy doesn't chase you, so naturally, you want him."
"Tell me the story with Alan," she said to him.
And Jimmy had just told her all about what a happily married man Alan was, and how he always said that his wife was enough for him.
When she had heard that, she had thought about coming on to him anyway. After all, she knew what a hot bitch she was, and she knew that Alan had seen her body on stage many times before, too. He had to know how good her body was, and had to want her.
But all her come on attempts had been no good. Alan had seemed to be quite happy with his wife, enough so that he didn't even think twice about her.
Selena remembered how surprised she had been to give him a blow job the other day, because he had seemed really tense. She had thought that she would probably never get to see his dick in the flesh.
After she had sucked him, she had wanted m to fuck her more than ever, but she had resigned herself into thinking that it would just never happen. But now, she knew that it was going to happen, and the anticipation of the fuck was really turning her on.
His fingers were doing a nice number in her cunt, too.
He was wiggling her clit faster and faster, and when he felt the way that she started to come again, he was so turned on, that he started to shoot into her. mouth. Actually, he started to shoot into her throat first, and when he heard her gagging, he pulled his cock back, and shot off the rest onto her tongue.
Selena was loving that. She could feel the way his come slid right down her throat, leaving a sweet taste lingering on her tongue. She licked his cock shaft as he kept coming, and she was also flicking her tongue back and forth over the slit.
"Yeah, that's right, bitch, just keep it up. Just keep it up, because when and if you do, I'm gonna stay right up there with you."
He started to laugh about that, but he knew that he was still being serious. Her tongue flicks over his cock head were keeping the blood in his shaft, and he knew that he wouldn't lose his hard-on.
He thought about that, too. She was going to be the first girl he was to fuck in the longest time, other than Susan, and there was something of a turn-on in that thought. After all, he knew his wife's cunt inside and out, but this one was a whole new one.
He thought about eating her pussy, too, because he loved the taste of a woman, but she was so wet, that it seemed like she needed a cock inside.
He pushed her away from his cock, and pushed her all the way back on the floor. Then, he got down on his knees, and started to pull her closer. He 'lifted her ass up off the floor, and rubbed his cock against her cunt lips.
"Enter me," she was moaning, as she felt her cunt spasming around him. "Fuck me good and hard, good and hard, I want to feel it."
He leaned over and slapped her hard across the face.
"I'll enter you when I'm good and ready, bitch, but don't you go giving me any kind of orders. No bitch does that."
He loved it. She seemed so scared when he said that to her, and the power just surged right through to his dick again. He could feel the way it was bobbing up and down quite a lot, and he moved it near her cunt again.
He watched the way the head of his cock rubbed over her cunt lips, then bobbed up out of the way, and rested on her pubic patch.
Each time that happened, she would moan with a frustrated pain.
And each time she would do that, he would just slap her again.
Finally, he did enter her cunt, good and hard. He heard her let out a groan as she felt the way his thick dick spread her cunt lips.
"You like this cock?" he asked her. "It's probably the thickest dick that you're ever going to feel in you."
Actually, she was thinking, it was not quite as thick as Ricky's, although it did compare in length. Still, she had always believed in that cliche which said that black men were hung better than white men, and she was surprised to feel such a thick white cock inside of her cunt.
Alan started to fuck her good and hard, so that his groin slapped against her thighs each time that he thrust into her. He started to moan when he felt his cock pulsing, and she moaned, too.
"Don't come in me yet. I want this feeling to linger. I want it to . . . "
"Shut your fucking cunt, bitch," he said to her. "I don't like it stop giving me any of this shit. I'll come when I fucking please."
He had enough confidence to say that, for he knew he wouldn't come right away.
Even though he had stayed hard, he knew that it would take a long time before the come was built up in his balls,, and ready to shoot. The pulsations were just pleasure pulsations, but he was nowhere near orgasm. Then, he started to lash her tits with the leather whip, and he could see how nice her nipples looked each time that the leather made contact. He started to feel the way her cunt was spasming hard around his cock, too.
The scene went on for the longest time, so long, in fact, that Selena ended up missing her cue to be on stage.
He had pulled out of her, and had turned her over on her stomach, so that he could fuck her cunt from behind. When he felt like it, he had rammed his cock into her asshole and he had fucked her there, while fingering her pussy at the same time. He had waited before pulling out and entering her cunt again, so that he could finally shoot his load right into her pussy.
She moaned loud when she felt him shooting off in her, and then, there was the knock on the door, and Jimmy stuck his head in.
Jimmy smiled at Alan when he saw his partner fucking the hot blonde, and he just told Selena that he'd tell Marcy to go on in her place, but she had fifteen minutes to get ready so she could go on after Marcy.
Selena started to come hard around Alan's cock as he was coming in her, and she hardly even heard what Jimmy had to say to her.
It was only when Alan pulled out and told her, that she smiled.
"I can't wait to go on. Cindy says that when you go on with that after-fuck glow, the men seem to know, and they pay you even more."
"Well, go rake up the money, honey, because that's the name of the game," he said to her, and he patted her ass and untied her hands.
She sat there rubbing her wrists for a second, and then she looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Alan, was this just a one time only thing?" she asked him.
"I don't know what to tell you, at least not now," he said to her.
"What? Why can't you make a commitment to me?"
"I'm married, and I do love my wife. No matter what, I want you to always remember that. You have to take that into consideration."
She would not leave, until he promised her that they would get it on at least one more time, and after he did that, he felt a little bit guilty.
He knew that he wouldn't fuck her if he could get Susan, and tie her up and whip her, but he was pretty sure that he would never be able to. If that would be the case, he thought, then it would be fun having Selena around.
He could use Selena sexually, the way that he liked, the way that he knew he could get off, and then, he could go home and love Susan.
That first night after he had tied her up, he went home and found that she had made him a fantastic meal.
They talked about their day, but there seemed to be a great deal of tension in the air between them, which neither one of them would dare bring up. Alan talked about what had happened with Selena and Ricky, but he wouldn't have dared tell Susan about what happened with Selena and himself.
And she talked about the play, and how the rehearsals were going.
And of course, she didn't dare mention what had happened with Philip Lang.
Later on, after the dishes were cleared away, and they were sitting in the living room, Alan started to talk about what happened the night before.
"Susan, I think that we should talk about last night," he said.
She looked at him, and there was much tension again.
"Why can't we just forget about it, Alan?" she asked. "It never happened before and maybe we can just avoid ever letting it happen again. I just want you to know that I really hadn't cheated on you. You thought that I had, but I hadn't."
"All right," he said.
Of course, she had cheated on him that day, but she was not talking about that. She was talking about the other day. For as of last night, when he had attacked her and beaten her, accusing her of cheating, she had been faithful.
It was only that morning and afternoon with Philip that things had changed.
That night, when they went up to bed, they undressed silently. Alan had put the leather nooses away in a box, which he had hidden in his bottom drawer, and he had no intentions of taking them out again.
They both climbed into the bed, and he moved his lips to hers. He kissed her gently, and she liked it, at least in comparison with what he had done the night before. He started to run his tongue over her lips.
Susan moved her hand down to his groin and began to tug on his limp cock. She could feel the way his shaft was soon filling with blood, and he was hard. Then, he started to lick his way down to her cunt, turning his body around at the same time.
They both lay on their sides as they started to sixty-nine each other.
Susan slid her hot mouth up and down his shaft, cupping his balls at the same time, and he spread her cunt lips and started to suck on her clit.
She started to come rather hard, and Alan sucked all of the juices right out of her pussy, so hard, that she started to come a second time harder than the first time. She moaned louder and louder as she was coming.
Then, they were both thrusting, almost at the same rate. He could feel the way his cock was starting to throb in her mouth.
Soon, he was shooting off onto her tongue, and she was sucking all the come down her throat, moaning as she swallowed it.
"I love you, Sue," he said to her, as he turned his body around and pressed his groin against her leg, so that his cock would feel some nice flesh against it and start to respond again, soon.
"I love you, too, Alan," she said to him. "I really do."
"And I want you to know how sorry I am about last night," he added.
"Please, let's just not talk about or think about what happened last night."
She was lying quite a bit. If anything, she wanted a repeat performance.
For last night, it had taken her a while to get turned on, but once that had happened, she had loved it. It was not until she and Philip had fucked each other that afternoon, with him tying her up, that she realized just what it was.
Although the idea of being bound once scared her, it was a turn on for her now.
She kept thinking that she would love Alan to tie her up again.
But she knew she didn't have the nerve to bring it up, and so, she said nothing.
The same kind of thing was happening to him.
He was dying to tie her up and make her his sex slave, but he remembered the way she had not liked it the night before, and he remembered the tension he had felt that morning when he went to untie her.
He didn't think he could possibly do it to her again, without risking a divorce or something else as drastic.
So he started to kiss her on the neck, and he could hear the way that she was moaning. She moved her hand to his cock bulged and started to play with it, until she could feel the way he was getting stiffer.
Then, she spread her legs. Alan moved himself between them and lie started to slide his cock into her cunt. He loved the way it felt as her warm wet pussy walls wrapped around his shaft, almost like they were sucking his cock.
He started to thrust in and out of her slowly, and he could hear her moaning.
Actually, they were groans of frustration. She was thinking about Philip and the way he had slammed his cock in and out of her. She was thinking about how nice it had been for her when his hot groin slammed against her thighs, and she wished that Alan would fuck her, even a little bit harder.
Still, he was reading her wrong, and she was reading him wrong, and there was no way that either one was going to bring it up.
He felt the way his cock was starting to throb inside of her, and he slowed down so that he wouldn't come right away.
"You're so sensational," she said to him, and he moved his lips back to her neck and started to lick her again. She moaned louder, and he felt the way her cunt seemed to be responding to his tongue on her neck.
For even though he was not moving, he could feel her cunt spasming around him, and he was loving the way that it felt.
He stayed hard inside of her for about an hour, and when he was ready to come, she felt the way his cock pulsated. She started to moan, and asked him to fuck her a little harder, but he knew that she always asked him to do that when she knew he was going come. He started to slam it in and out of her, and for a few seconds, she moved her hands over her head.
She was imagining that he had tied her wrists together, and that she was his helpless slave, and perhaps, if he had had his eyes open, he would have seen it.
But he was thinking about Selena, and how nice it had been to have her bound.
He was thinking about that sorrowful look on her face, when she had asked him if they would get it on again, and he had to tell her he didn't know.
He started to come in his wife, but in his mind, he was coming inside of Selena's hot cunt, and it was Selena who was moaning.
It was not until he felt Susan's hands moving up and down his back, that he opened his eyes, and found himself back in bed with her. She had her legs wrapped around his ass and was massaging his buttocks with her feet.
He could feel how sensitive his ass was, and liked the way it felt.
But soon, all the pleasure started to subside, and his cock went limp and came out of Susan.
He rolled off of her and lay on his side. She moved her hand down to his cock and pulled on it a little bit, then leaned over and kissed him.
"I'm going to sleep now," she said. "I have a really long day tomorrow, and I have to be wide awake. I have to go out and buy a lot of shit."
"All right," he said. "I think that I'm going to go down and read for a while because I don't have to be in work until twelve."
As soon as he walked out of the room, she slid her hand down to her cunt. She started to play with her pussy lips, until she could feel them getting wetter again and they spread themselves open for her.
She had her eyes closed, and was dreaming that her fingers were Philip's cock, and that they were working her over well. She started to moan, and she buried her head in her pillow, so that he wouldn't hear her.
She was thinking about being tied and whipped and abused, and the idea of it was such a turn-on, that she started to come really hard.
She kept moving her cunt back and forth against her fingers for the longest time, and soon, she had fallen out.
She didn't have time to even think about feeling guilty then, because she was just so wiped out from her masturbating, that she ell asleep. She dreamed of Philip, although there was an image in the back of Alan.
After all, she knew, Alan was the man that she loved, but Philip was the man who provided her with her good, hot sex, the way she needed it.
Meanwhile, Alan was having trouble getting into the book that he was reading. He couldn't stop feeling guilty about what he had done with Selena. He kept thinking that his fucking her was the reason why he hadn't gotten turned on with Susan that night. In all the years that they had been married, in fact, there had never been a night of sex where he had been: left with this unsatisfied feeling.
He was so sure that it was all Selena's fault.
It didn't take him long to figure it all out. He loved Susan, and he knew that there was no doubt about it in his mind.
But sex and love were two different things. Sex with Susan had always been good, because it had been hot, and he had loved her. But now, he found another thing that turned him on sexually, and he couldn't do that with her.
He kept thinking that it would really be all right to keep fucking Selena. She would be living at the club after all, and she would be around when he would get horny. Fucking her didn't mean he was falling in love with her.
And so, finally, he reached for the phone. He had been thinking about the way she had looked that afternoon.
The only way he could think of it was as a hurt look.
He called the club that he owned, and Jimmy answered the phone. He asked if he could talk with Selena, and Jimmy told him to hold on.
He waited for a few seconds, and then he heard her voice.
"Hi. It's Alan," he said, and he heard her moan softly. When he had heard her speak, he could hear how excited she was.
"What do you want? I can't imagine why you could call me this late."
"I just wanted you to sleep easy tonight sweetie," he told her. "I just wanted you to know that you and I will be getting together tomorrow. I thought about it, and I like the idea. So, what do you say?"
"What time do you get here tomorrow morning?" she asked.
He told her, and told her to arrange a schedule so that they would be able to see each other the first thing in the morning. Then, he hung up, closed his book, and went to sleep next to his wife.