Mmm, yes.
This was a sex club. Her secret rendezvous place to lose herself to temptation.
Sure she was engaged to . . . three different men.
And?
Monogamy had nothing to do with fulfilling her dark desires. She was a woman with insatiable needs. Needs her three lovers oftentimes fell short on fulfilling, which left her cunt weeping, aching, to be skewered by a long thick—
Her cell rang inside her crystal-studded purse, slicing into her salacious reverie.
She ignored it.
It rang again. Then buzzed that a message had been left.
She rolled her long-lashed eyes. Whoever it was could wait. Talking on the phone was the last thing on her mind. She was on a quest for some good hard, anonymous dick. And nothing was going to distract her from the quest at hand.
Her gaze honed in on the thick mahogany doors that led to the club’s entrance and her clit pulsed. Fierce passion and seduction awaited her, and she couldn’t wait to get bathed in its heat. The mere thought of being awash in pleasure excited her. She felt the fire roiling along the walls of her cunt, and her breath almost caught in her throat.
Her ten-thousand-dollar-a-year membership fee afforded her access to her share of freaky fun. Shamefully, it’d been months since she’d frequented the exclusive For Adults Only club. But, tonight, she’d make up for lost time. She wouldn’t squander any opportunities. She’d be the naughtiest of them all.
Filthy and wild and indiscriminate.
Her nipples tightened as she stepped inside the marbled foyer and was greeted by a tall, chiseled, bare-chested hunk wearing a silken mask. She eyed the prominent bulge beneath his loincloth, imagining her hand reaching out and languorously stretching over its girth, then caressing it. She could tell, fully erect, it would be a deliciously long, thick dick.
She imagined herself holding his dick in her hand like an ice cream cone, licking at the tip, flicking her tongue over the precum she imagined already gathering there, before swirling her hot tongue around the whole engorged head. Damn him. She felt herself on the verge of dropping to her knees and begging him for his cock.
As if reading her scandalous mind, he smiled, his gaze flickering over her swelling breasts. “Welcome, beautiful,” he said in a deep timbre, his voice melting over her body like hot fudge, thick and rich. A fresh burst of heat shot through her cunt. She bit her lip. Then slid her hand into her clutch and handed him her gold membership card. Her gaze drifted from his eyes to his mouth, imagining her clitoris and nipples being sucked into its wet heat.
He caught a glimpse of her cleavage, again, before reaching for her card. Then he glanced at it, and she wondered what he did for a living. Perhaps he was a suit-and-tie guy by day, or . . . maybe a professional athlete. She quickly dismissed the thought. How he made his money really didn’t matter. Whether or not he was a good fuck did.