Dance with the Billionaire (36 page)

CHAPTER EIGHT

The room was lavishly furnished: done out in an incredible, completely over-the-top style. The floors were plushly carpeted, in deep purples, and the furniture was all gilt-edged and ornate, like something from Belle Epoque Paris in the 1890’s. From the ceiling swung the most beautiful glittering golden chandeliers, while real candles flickered away in the many alcoves set deep into the jet-black walls. Yet my interior designer’s urge to fully take in the amazing decor and furnishings was quickly upstaged by the realization of just what was going on inside this beautifully designed central chamber …

Because almost everywhere I looked, I saw bodies writhing.

I saw mouths kissing, lips sucking, tongues flicking, and my ears were quickly filled with the sounds of orgasmic sighs and moans.

Directly in front of me was a girl on all fours, her long blonde hair falling in sweaty clumps around her toned, tanned shoulders, as she took on two guys at the same time: sucking one while getting pounded from behind by the other. Her breasts swung freely as he fucked her, and she let out gasps and moans between her urgent attention to the glistening cock in front of her. And the thing that struck me most of all about this wild, intense threesome, a few meters away from me, was just how good looking its participants all were. The girl and the two guys didn’t look (from what I could make out, despite their masks) to be the kind of people you’d expect to be doing this, at a place like this, at all. They looked young and toned, healthy and attractive … Before this moment, if you were to ever ask me who would attend a ‘swingers club’ I would have imagined ugly, age-ravaged folk: sleazy men with unfashionable facial hair and haggard, haunted women with perms and sagging breasts.

But this was very different.

I realized with a flutter of ... yes, excitement that pretty much everyone at this party was young and gorgeous.

I took a quick nervous step back into the shadows, leaning against the wall, feeling its coolness against my bare skin, as I continued to take in the scene before me.

Just to the right of the threesome, there were two girls (one black, one white), both writhing around eagerly on one of the many plush, purple chaise longues, exploring each other’s toned sweaty bodies: their tongues flicking at each other’s rock-hard nipples and swollen pussies, their eager fingers cupping each others sumptuous breasts and asses, the white girl smiling with a wicked grin before spreading the black girl’s buttocks wide, then flicking her pink tongue against her puckered rosebud, causing a particularly loud and pleasurable gasp.

I looked away, embarrassed, but found myself staring at another couple, this time a boy and a girl. The girl was seated on the sofa, her legs spread, her fingers working at her shaved sex in urgent circles, while above her, standing on the sofa, his feet either side of her thighs and his back to the room, stood a large blonde boy, his muscular buttocks clenched and tense, his back shiny with sweat. She was obviously sucking him while playing with herself, and I felt a weird shiver flutter through me, catching me off guard as I watched her trembling fingers toying with her clit, and saw her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked away happily …

Does she even know him?

Or is he just the owner of some anonymous cock she’s taken a fancy to?

There were many more bodies, too. Figures like me, hanging back in the darkness around the edges of the room, watching, and others — couples, groups and singles — all casually milling about, wandering off through the many cavernous tunnels and entranceways that this main room acted as a hub between, as if this was a perfectly normal way to spend your Friday night.

I wondered just what kinds of other things might be going on down those various tunnels and through those many doorways, and I realized, with another little flicker of curiosity, that I was totally free to explore — that I was actually here, that this wasn’t some kind of insane dream …

“Drink?” the soft male voice said, bursting me out of my trance.

I turned to look in the direction of the voice, and my gaze was met by a tanned, muscular boy, probably no older than myself, holding a large silver tray of champagne flutes. His hair was long and blonde, and his body was absolutely perfect: athletic and muscular, well defined, but not too beefy either, just right. As my gaze travelled downwards, over his six-pack, it reached his pubic hair, which was cropped into a neat little rectangle, and then below that, I realized with a little shiver of shock, his cock was absolutely rock hard: jutting upwards at me, thick and pink, his shaved balls tight and swollen beneath.

“Or would you prefer something else?” he added quietly.

I quickly tore my eyes from his dick in embarrassment, forcing them to meet his once more, my breath now shallow in my lungs, feeling so naked there before him, just my prim schoolgirl panties covering me, my small breasts completely on display, my nipples so hard and obviously aroused, the flushed flesh of my chest exposed and tingling.

I took a champagne flute from his tray and tried to keep my voice steady as I spoke, “This will be fine, thank you.”

He shot me a brief smile, then turned and walked away into the darkness, leaving the image of his hard jutting cock printed indelibly in my mind.

I’d never been interested in porn; it had always seemed so icky and false, so unfair on its performers, so exploitative, but this … this was something completely different.

This is real.

This is actually happening.

And what was turning me on most of all, I realized, was that it seemed like the opposite of porn — the girls and guys here all actually seemed to be enjoying what they were doing! This was all voluntary, all done out of pleasure. That girl over there, getting double teamed by those two guys, just like something from a porno movie, well, she was actually in control: she was doing exactly what turned her on. She wasn’t being paid to do it. She was just exploring her own fantasies.

And with the idea of this swirling around my spinning head, I took a timid step away from the wall, a step out from the darkness, intent on exploring this place further, despite my hammering heart.

And anyway, looking is okay, isn’t it?

As long as I don’t actually do anything, then I shouldn’t feel guilty …

Right?

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I padded gingerly through the cavernous maze of corridors, peering into alcoves and rooms along the way, becoming more and more aroused by what I discovered the deeper I went, my naked flesh tingling both from nervousness and anticipation.

I saw countless couples kissing and sucking and fondling and fucking, tucked away in dark shadowy corners, lost in their own animal desires.

I stumbled across a plush red room packed full of bodies, all writhing around on a large circular central bed, the whole thing lit with a single bare red bulb that dangled overhead: a sweaty, moaning tangle of flesh.

I came across a long thin corridor lit by a flashing white strobe light, with circular holes cut out into the walls on both sides. I could see figures further down the corridor, and I stopped for a moment trying to work out what the many holes were for.

They were all at about waist height, and as I peered down into the flashing, strobing darkness, I felt something hot and warm touch against my buttock.

What the ...

I took a quick, surprised step away, turning to look in its direction, realizing with a flash of horror that it was a large purple cock.

From hole directly next to it came a groping male hand, eager to touch me, and I took another step away before realizing that I’d now positioned myself against the other wall, where there were many more of these strange holes, all at around waist height.

I looked down the long thin corridor, at the many hands and cocks that poked eagerly and hopefully out into the darkness, all in a variety of shapes, sizes and colors.

Some cocks were being attended to: I saw a small Asian girl with tiny little breasts, so small she looked almost flat-chested, just two hard dark little nipples standing up to attention, so thin her ribs were visible, kneeling down in front of a large black dick, sucking greedily and noisily on it, her chin shiny with saliva. And further down on the other side I could see another girl, this time a little chubby but in a nice, healthy way, riding one of the cocks, pushing her sumptuous ass up against the wall, letting the anonymous stranger behind the wall pound her good and hard, her large pillowy breasts bouncing with each thrust.

And there were many unattended dicks too; some long and floppy, some rock hard and glistening; some brown, some pink, some black, but all waiting to be played with and ridden.

No one would know ...

I realized just how easy it would be to just let myself free, let myself go wild, let my horny animal instincts take over and to hell with the consequences.

Go on, kneel down.

It would be so easy ...

But then another part of me remembered that I was only here to look, that I must remain faithful to Greg — Greg who would go absolutely berserk if he thought I was even out with one fully clothed guy, let alone half-naked at some kind of insane, anything-goes orgy!

So I moved away from this flashing corridor, ignoring as best I could the warm wetness in my panties, the insistent throbbing of my clit and my tingling tightening nipples.

I instead continued down another larger hall, then stopped, realizing that the only thing at the end of it was a closed door. And there was something about it that reminded me of that locked door in the lobby of Blake’s apartment.

With a trembling hand, I reached out and gripped the handle, feeling the cold metal against my hot clammy palm. I turned it slowly, the door opening easily.

At first, I couldn’t quite make out what was going on inside the small, circular room I’d stumbled upon. The light was rather dim, and before my eyes fully adjusted, all I could see were the vague shapes of bodies, all leaning against the curved walls around the edge of the room, while two figures did something in the center.

Soft, low male groans filled my ears as I took a timid, ginger step into the hot, sweaty little room. And as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I realized that this was a whole room full of men, all lazily jerking their cocks as they watched the action going on in the center: a thin, leggy, athletic looking woman with glossy red hair was on her knees, her mouth open, and there standing in front of her was …

Blake?

Yes, Blake.

I just knew it was him, even despite his mask. I recognized him from his frame, from the size of his body, his bulk, from the rippling muscles on his shoulders, that same body I’d watched, hungrily, as I followed him through the corridors of his penthouse.

His hair was slicked back with sweat and his face was covered by a mask of course, but still, there was no mistaking it: it was him.

And the girl, the girl was … Gina, her face lifted up pleadingly towards him, her mouth held open, just inches from his waist. At first I could only see the slow regular movement of Blake’s arm, and his tensed buttocks. But as I took a few more steps into the room, taking my place between two muscular, masturbating voyeurs, leaning back against the cold brickwork of the wall and drinking in the debauched scene before me, I finally got a glimpse of his cock. He was pumping it with his fist, the exertion causing the tendons to stand out on his forearm, and it was large and thick, slick and wet, and I found I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It looked so hard, jutting upwards with a slight curve, the dark pink head visibly throbbing with his pulse as Gina offered her open mouth out to him, panting, her tongue outstretched, lost in her own urgent desires.

And I realized with another little shiver that her hands were bound behind her, and yes … her ankles were bound too.

As Blake masturbated himself, causing Gina to whimper and beg for his cock, just a few inches out of reach of her mouth, she looked so helpless, so hungry for him, and I knew deep down how she felt.

Ok, I admit it: this scene was really fucking turning me on.

Of course, I knew there was something totally sordid and seedy about it, too, something that chimed uncomfortably within me, causing the feminist inside to shake her head in disgust at this obviously male, porno-like fantasy … Yet at the same time, I just couldn’t deny it. It turned me on, simple as that. I even found myself briefly wishing that it was me there on the floor, begging for Blake’s cock, my own eager mouth open and Blake stood above me, jacking his cock, making me whimper and beg for it like a dirty, horny little slut …

I could take it no longer. With my eyes fixed on Blake and Gina, I slipped my trembling fingers down my belly and beneath the waistband of my panties, discovering with a shivery gasp that I was absolutely soaking wet.

Wow.

I’d never been so turned on, so ready before. And I was normally incredibly tight, but instead I worked first one then two fingers surprisingly easily into myself, my touch occasionally straying upwards to toy with the hard little bean of my clit, which too felt way more swollen and aroused than I’d ever felt it before.