Club_PG

[The_PG]

*It happens suddenly, but I'm not surprised. You don't have a light trigger, but you get more aroused then you think even when I'm not squeezing blood from your veins or turning your skin into my own private pin cushion. The flexing on my cock raises my heels, and all of a sudden you're tipping over the edge of the building.*

If I let go.....

*I murmur softly, and loosen my grip. You continue to tip even though your heels dig into my back. I reverse my decision, and squeeze tightly on your hair but continue to thrust inside of you powerfully, prolonging your orgasm. Back before the sadism, before I met you, this was my favorite thing in the world. Keeping them cumming until they begged me to stop. Sometimes it's fun to visit the roots.*

*My finger pinches your clitoris, and I growl as i force my way through your contracting cunt. Giving as much as I can, and more than you can take.*

 

[fuckmeat]

I never thought that he would drop me but then, I'm still susceptible to the occasional naivety where he's concerned. He keeps my orgasm going, past the point where my cries of ecstasy become sobs of endurance. He pinches my clit, an underhanded trick but an effective one, and more waves rock through me. His growl makes me moan as though he's slapped me. My cunt is contracting on him... well... trying to... if he wasn't so damn big. I discover that the strength in my arms is beginning to fail. If he's not paying attention, my elbows will buckle and he'll fuck me clear over the balcony to my death. I'm not stupid enough to point this out, but adrenaline kicks my climax up a gear as I wait for him to figure it out.

 

[The_PG]

*I smile as she leaves. The two gigglers from before return, but I send them off with a wave of my hand. For a second I think about having them killed. Then I laugh. This isn't Chicago 1920's, i've been watching too much Boardwalk Empire, that's for sure, but they really piss me off after she is here.*

We ready?

*The staff member nods and the doors are opened. For now I go to the third level, allowing Jack to man the first floor bar. I lounge at a couch, allowing my mind to drift as I breathe deeply and sip my drink of amber Woodchuck. The apple taste is perfect on my palette, but other things are brewing. *

That's for certain.

 

[The_PG]

Finally! I've finished the right (private) wing of the house. It is connected to the club, but only by an enclosed walkway high over the street below. It only leads to the seventh floor of the club, but there is a private entrance to the wing on the opposite side of the street.

My bedroom has a spectacular view.
I like watching the world.
From floor to ceiling the windows stretch all the way around my private residence.
They can be turned be pitch black if needed, but most of the kind I don't give a damn.

It's a fully loaded bachelor's pad with all the trimmings. Five huge TV's, a powerful sound system, plenty of video games, computers, and mini-fridges around filled with beers. A fully loaded shelf with plenty of hard drinks, and soft ones too. My bed is big, strong, comfortable and just as kinky as I am. It has strong poles that reach the ceiling and are bolted into the ceiling and the floor. There are eye rings welded into the posts at all four corners, and plenty of leather, chains, and rope in various dressers around the room.

There is also a gym, massage parlor, full bath with a jacuzzi. Outside on the patio there is a large grill, it's just opposite the kitchen and across from it is the large heated swimming pool which goes right up to the edge of the building. So you can look right out down onto the people below. But don't splash anyone! Or do... You just might end up spread eagle and begging for more! (Or less!)

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[Britwitch]

Somehow managing to keep my nerves under control I step out onto the fourth floor. The lighting instantly highlighting my outfit.

My eyes adjusting to the lighting on this floor, I head over to the bar and order a G&T.
The refreshing liquid helps quell my nerves a little as I turn to look back out across the floor. Not quite sure if I should be here…

 

[The_PG]

*I'm whispered to in my comfortable lounging spot on the third floor. My ancient Roman-like table bed is completely silent as I lift myself off of it and stroll towards the stairs. Deciding against the elevator for one flight of them. Upon entering the third floor I shiver a wee bit. Not just because it's slightly cooler on this floor, but because of what she is wearing. It's fucking perfect. I walk up right behind her, and whisper in her ear.*

Hello there sexy.

*My dress is not quite as typical as I normally wear. The outfit works, though it is a little strange in the glowing lights.*

Ready to play?

*My fingers lightly trace up your arm to your shoulder. Teasing the shoulder strap of your delicious negligee.*

 

[Britwitch]

Breath against my ear making me tremble and feel a familiar flush spread across my cheeks

Hello yourself...

I murmur, not turning round, somehow supressing a shiver as his fingers trails up my arm leaving tingling skin in their wake

...I think so...

finally daring to do so, I look back at him, looking up over my shoulder to find his face, dark hair falling across one eye in the process

...but you might have to guide me...

 

[The_PG]

*The starlet glance; hair falling over half her face, and the single gorgeous blue eye that glows brightly and more steadily then anything else makes me smile. It's glowing with excitement, but also a sense of nervousness. She, like the others, understands that out of control is not necessarily out-of-control, but rather simply just another level.*

I'm not your "bloody tour guide miss"

*I use my best English accent, but its overwhelmed by the deep growl racing through my voice.*

Time for a private dance. Finish first.

*Nothing worse then leaving a good drink. You raise it to your lips, and I tilt it all the way up, making sure you see the bottom of the glass without taking a break. I lead you into one of the private 'nests' as I like to refer to them sometimes. As you trail in behind me, I turn and grin, my hands sliding over your hips and toying with the waistband of your panties.*

Well? Dance.

 

[Britwitch]

Smiling at the British impression but feeling my insides jolt at the undertone in your voice, there's something in your eyes, something that almost oozes out of you...a confidence, a sense of power...

A dance...?

I drain my glass, with your assistance, licking my lips as you lead me away from the bar to somewhere more secluded.

At your words I start to dance, hips swaying from side to side, eyes never leaving your face, looking for a sign that you approve, that you're enjoying what you see...
My hands rising to toy with the flimsy fabric hanging around my torso, revealing glimpses of stomach beneath...

 

[The_PG]

*My eyes are glowing, but unreadable. There are plenty of things you might be able to read, but nothing specifically. Your flat stomach though, that draws a minuscule smirk from my face. I place a hand on it and lean over to whisper under the booming bass and pulsing beats.*

Sexy... Keep going, but imagine... Imagine what happens when I'm in there, filling you to the brim. Imagine it, see it, hear it, feel it.

*With the last two words I lightly nip the nape of your neck, before kissing where i've bitten with moist, but cool lips.*

 

[Britwitch]

Your hand is large and it's warmth spreads across my stomach, I close my eyes and try to do as you instruct...imagining how it will be, your body against mine, inside mine...

Letting out a quiet yelp as your teeth graze my neck , making my hips twitch towards you and making my eyes fly open...

I imagine those lips, those teeth, moving over my skin, across my body..tasting, teasing, biting, kissing...my own tongue running over my lips as I start to lose myself in the fantasy...

The movements of my hips growing more pronounced, my back arching, fingers rising to stroke and toy with my rapidly hardening nipples through the gauzy material...

 

[The_PG]

*I watch as your hands begin to toy with your own body. My lips stay close; breathing fire hot air onto your throat as I patiently wait for you to come closer and closer until you are pressed against me. My fingers slide down and over your panties, denying the sinful touch you desire for now, but giving you something close to it.*

You know what happens when I fill you, right, slut?

*My palm cups the gap between your legs, rubbing so gently that it's impossible to get any real feeling going.*

You cum, and then...

*My lips trace up to you ear and I whisper darkly. At the same moment I use my free hand to clamp over your fingers, which are pulling at your nipples. Squeezing your fingers on them firmly, and the tips of my fingers below slide along the edges of your panties.*

You get pregnant.

 

[Britwitch]

Whimpering with need as your fingers glide down my body but never doing more than just teasing as they do...

I felt a jolt of...something...as you call me slut...hanging on every word as your palm covers my sex but again, never quite makes the contact I'm craving...

A slightly strangled yelp this time as your fingers control mine, making me pinch my own tingling nipples, my crotch jerking against your palm in reaction...

Feeling my sex beginning to grow wetter and wetter beneath my underwear, your fingertips straying temptingly close...

As you finish speaking I feel my body freeze momentarily at your final words, a thrill of panic, danger....excitement...rushing through me...

I should say no, I should say I have to leave...but I won't...I can't...

 

[The_PG]

*I can literally feel the struggle inside of your body. The twitching. The squirming. It's all so... Pathetic. With a deep laugh that's not aimed at your ear, but your soul, I push a finger against the entrance to your body. The damp fabric of your pussy keeps me from doing anything more than dumping kindling on the furnace growing inside of you.*

Let me make something clear, I know you're fighting with it, but the answer is obvious.

*My fingers leave your breast, and rise to your chin. I grip it firmly and tilt your head until those baby blues are staring right back into my deep brown orbs.*

You will like it.

*I slowly pull my finger up your slit, ending with a rough jerk across your clit through the sheer fabric.*

 

[Britwitch]

Your laugh putting me in my place more effectively than words or actions could ever do...

As you raise my eyes to meet yours I try to hide the fact that surrender, willing surrender, has already been declared by my body...but I know you already know that, you've known it since before I arrived...

My eyelids fluttering as your finger drags over my sex, the connection with my clit making me writhe against you once again...

...I...I know...

I murmur, my voice breathy and my breathing shallow as I lift up a hand to rest upon the expanse of your chest, as much to keep me steady as to make contact with you

 

[The_PG]

*I gaze at you inscrutably for several long moments. Then I sharply snatch your wrist, but rather then pulling it away or twisting it as I've been known to do I simply hold it for a moment. Allowing you to hide your start. Then I rub the palm with my thumb, and slowly bring it up so that you're touching my face. The sudden urge to throw you on the ground, and rip you open surges through me like hot lava in a volcano, but the moment passes as your fingers linger on my face.*

You're such a pathetic little cunt...

*I whisper the words tenderly.*

Beg for what you want.

*My hand slides back down over your clit, and then my index finger hooks into your panties and begins to drag them down your hips. The sheer, glowing fabric of your shift will soon be the only thing guarding your sweet body from the many, many eyes turned our way.*

 

[Britwitch]

I'm privately proud of how I manage to hide my reaction to the swift closing of your fingers around my wrist, sighing as you lift my hand to rest upon your face, feeling the warmth of your skin, the ever so slight prickle of stubble against my palm...

Beg for what you want.

My panties roll traiterously down hips, soon they're around my ankles upon the floor...I feel a fleeting pang of relief that the lighting will hide my blushes...

Please...please you know what I want...what I need...and you know you're the only one who can give it to me...

My eyes wide and fixed on yours, trying to ignore the prickling gazes focusing on us...

Please...you know you can have anything...have all of me...please, take me...

 

[The_PG]

*I growl, displeased.*

Don't tell me what I know.

*I pinch your nipple through your silken fabric with relish, twisting it until you cry out, the feel of your fingers straining not to tear into my skin starts my cock growing in the loose shorts I am wearing. I then slowly twist your nipple back, until it hurts the other way as well, and as I begin heading back again I play an evil trick by stopping in the middle.*

Beg. That's what I told you to do.

*Meanwhile my hand slides down the front of your skimpy, slutty little shift, and begins slowly pulling the hem upward. Just so that the tips of my fingers can brush against your belly.*

 

[Britwitch]

Sorry, I'm sorry...!

I yelp as my nipple explodes between your fingers, my body twisting in vain to try and ease the pain...the hand on your face threatening to curl, nails about to rake down your face but I hold back, knowing to do so would only grant me further discomfort and no doubt deny me what I need...

Beg. That's what I told you to do.

My nipple throbbing, making me squirm, my voice desperate and trembling from the pain of moments before, an almost childish tone of pleading entering it...

Please, please I'll do anything...be anything you want...I need this, need you...anything, you can do anything you want...please...

 

[The_PG]

That's not a very good job.

*My fingers drop your shift and slide back up to your nipple. I grin darkly as I can feel the jolt of fear in the palm of your hand. But I don't pinch, instead I lightly rub my finger around the hard nub, back and forth, flicking it lightly.*

But it is a very good point. You will be something tonight.

*My hand on your hand finally leave, sliding down your arm to your shoulder strap. With one yank I snap the strap and entire shift off your body. The ripping sound is loud enough to be heard over the music. The tattered white garmet flutters to the floor.*

Tonight you will be my bitch.

*I seize your shoulders and look right into those baby blues.*

My bitches always get what they want. They get their pussies filled.

*I turn you around; pulling your ass into my crotch.*

They get pregnant.

*I slip my cock out, and then into your hot pussy. Taking you from behind, grabbing your hair, and sliding a hand over your abused nipple. Squeezing your breast firmly as I begin to fuck you, in and then up.*

 

[Britwitch]

That's not a very good job...But it is a very good point. You will be something tonight.

I try not to jump as you rip the clothing from me, my skin rippling as I feel eyes from all over roam over my naked flesh...I consider trying to cover up but know that to do so is not an option

Tonight you will be my bitch.

There's no hiding the shock as you grip my shoulders, my eyes wide and lips parted in surprise

My bitches always get what they want. They get their pussies filled.

You turn me and pull me back, I feel your hard bulge against my ass, the size worrying me but I don't have long to dwell on it

They get pregnant.

I cry out as you suddenly slip into the tight confines of my sex, my body stretching to accommodate you.
My back arching as you pull my hair, sending a fresh thrill through my sex and making it clench a fraction tighter around you.
My cry rapidly changing into a long low groan as you start to move inside me. Each upward thrust threatening to lift me off my feet as my nipple throbs achingly against the palm pressed against it.

Th-thank you...

I manage to murmur between thrusts, my pussy almost embarassingly wet around you already

 

[The_PG]

*My chuckle is deep and loud. Resonating in our private area that is turning out to be not so private. I squeeze your hair and pull with my surging hips, slamming deep into you, even with all your wetness it's not quite ready for all of me. I dig my fingernails into your chest, and drag them across between your breasts before finally pinching your nipples as hard as I can manage.*

I don't hear you begging bitch.

*I hiss into your ear as my cock suddenly is able to slide the last few inches; nuzzling against your cervix. I growl at the sudden space, and my grasp on your hair tightens aggressively.*

Goddamnit you're fucking wet... Do it... Beg... Scream it loudly, let everyone hear what a slutty fucking bitch you are. Go on!

*I begin slamming inside of you. Not quickly, but as deep as your tight pussy allows.*

Tell them.

 

[Britwitch]

Each thrust drawing another throaty groan from me, my pink nipples growing redder with each pinch, my words punctuated with whimpers

Please...please fuck me...

I whisper as you finally fill me entirely

Goddamnit you're fucking wet... Do it... Beg... Scream it loudly, let everyone hear what a slutty fucking bitch you are. Go on!

As you lay brutal claim to my body I cry out obediently,

Yes...yes fuck me, please fuck me...use me like the needy little slut I am...I need you, need your cock...need to feel it fill me, stretch me...ruin me...

My hips trying in vain to meet your thrusts, trying to push back against you. The hand in my hair keeping my back arched, allowing you the deepest access possible

Please, please don't stop...please don't stop...

Any pain or discomfort from your thrusting is fading into the aching building steadily inside my pussy

 

[The_PG]

*I'm pushing violently, ignoring any bruising or tearing I might be causing. I can feel individual pieces of hair popping from your scalp. Not many, but enough. My hand on your chest feels the racing heartbeat beneath it, but focus's more on tearing your breast away from your chest. Not simply pulling the nipple, but squeezing the entire globe of warm flesh and using it to counter the intense strain on your hair.*

Good bitch.

*I pull you up now so that I can breath in your ear with a soft little chuckle in between my deep breaths.*

Bark bitch. I wanna hear you bark, and so does everyone else.

*I feel you start, but don't give you a second to think about it as I push you down onto the knee high table in the center of the alcove. Not only is the perfect height to fuck you on all fours, but a small spotlight is focused on it. I continue to steadily ream your tight pussy, my balls begin churning the hot cum that will soon be filling your willing and receptive body.*

 

[Britwitch]

My breathing strained, from the crushing grip upon my breast coupled with the violent fucking I'm on the receiving end of

Good bitch.

Those two little words make my entire body shudder, my aching pussy tightens further still around you, feeling an odd sense of pride to have pleased you...

Bark bitch. I wanna hear you bark, and so does everyone else.

I want to ask if you mean that literally but don't get chance as you move me down onto my hands and knees. I'm vaguely aware of the light shining down on me, highlighting what's happening to anyone on this floor that might not yet have noticed. As you continue to fuck me with hard, steady strokes I hear my mouth making sounds that I have not instructed it to...more like whines and howls but still more animalistic than human noises...