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Scarlett laughed, adjusted the black-rimmed glasses she wore. The outfit was completely different than what she normally wore. She looked like some sort of hot teacher ready to discipline her rowdy students with the smack of a wooden ruler.

“I can do both,” Scarlett finally answered, a smirk curving her lips. “I’m a long time member. I have options now.”

Austin cocked a brow. “Nice. Well, the last thing I want to do is see you, uh, participating so we’ll be headed in the opposite direction.”

“I suggest you go into that room.” She pointed to her right. “There are always interesting things going on in there.”

Michaela headed toward the room, her curiosity roused. She peeked inside, caught sight of a rounded dais in the farthest left corner. Three rows of seats filled the room, and half of those seats were occupied. Mostly with men though Michaela saw a few women too.

“It must be a performance,” she whispered when Austin came to a stop by her side.

He slid his arm around her shoulders and drew her close. The warmth from his hard, lean body seeped into her, his scent, spicy and rich, filled her head. Delicious, she thought, and all mine…

The sound of music filled the room, slow and with an easy beat and two men stepped onto the dais, their hands linked and not a stitch of clothing covering their beautiful bodies.

They
were
beautiful. Tall, broad shouldered with six-pack abs and muscular thighs. Their bodies were completely hairless, sleek and gleaming from the single golden recessed light that shown from above, directly upon them. They stared out at the audience, identical smiles curving their lips, their expressions open, inviting.

“Welcome,” the dark haired one said, his deep voice loud and strong. “Any requests this evening?”

“Oh man, Scarlett’s told me about this,” Austin murmured close to her ear. “Couples will go on stage and do whatever anyone from the audience asks of them. Within reason of course, but the parameter’s pretty broad.”

“Sounds interesting,” Michaela said. And it did. Since this was her first sex, or ahem, voyeur club experience, then she wanted to make the most of it.

So why not get aroused watching two men go at it by the request of the audience?

“A shy bunch tonight, hmm?” The other man, who had spiky golden blond hair and a tan, chuckled, ran a hand over his jaw. He appeared completely unfazed by the fact that he was naked, semi-erect and standing in front of a crowd.

A shy crowd he called it, which Michaela found ironic. They were in a sex club. No one should be shy around these parts.

Withdrawing from Austin, she raised her hand and cleared her throat, drawing the men’s attention. The blond nodded toward her, an expectant smile on his face.

“I’d like to see you”—she tilted her head toward the blond—“give a blowjob to him.” She gestured toward the dark haired man. “While on your knees and with your hands tied behind your back.”

“Jesus, Michaela, get right to the point,” she heard Austin mutter which made her want to laugh.

“This is what I’m here for, right? What we’re here for?” She turned to look at him. “I want to watch. What’s the harm in watching?”

“There’s no harm in it, baby.” He pulled her close once more, his gaze locked on her lips, his expression hungry. God, she could never get tired of seeing that look on his gorgeous face. “You want to watch, by all means, let’s watch.”

“Come closer,” the blond man urged as he grabbed a silky looking piece of rope from a tray that sat on the edge of the dais and handed it to his partner. “Come see what you requested.”

Glancing at Austin, she waited for his approval. She went from being a strong woman asking for what she wanted to the woman seeking permission from her man. There was something erotic in asking for this man’s approval and receiving it. The possessive gleam in his brilliant eyes, the slight tilt of his head when he nodded his agreement, she loved it. Almost felt as if she needed it.

They walked together to the first row of chairs, seating themselves in the middle. The blond was already in position, on his knees in front of the dark haired man, seeming to wait for Michaela and Austin to settle themselves. The dark haired man’s cock bobbed before the blond man’s face, his chest heaving, as if he could taste the man’s lips on his shaft.

“Remember, no hands,” Michaela reminded them, feeling naughty that she delivered such commands to two complete strangers. But that was all part of the show, the allure, and she wanted to revel in it, enjoy it to the fullest.

“Yes, mistress,” the blond said, thrilling her to the core that he called her that. She squirmed in her seat, her scant panties damp with desire. Her heart rate accelerated, the throb of her clit matching it beat for beat. She was so aroused.

The men hadn’t even really done anything yet.

The dark haired man’s hips twitched, his cock nudging against the blond man’s lips, and he parted them in invitation. His tongue darted out, flicked along the flared head of the dark haired man’s cock, circling the edge, tracing the slit, gathering the pre-come that pearled there before bathing the head. The dark haired man groaned and thrust his hips, sending his cock deeper inside the blond’s mouth, and he murmured his approval at the invasion.

Heat blossomed low in Michaela’s belly, bloomed all over her skin. It was…beautiful, watching two gorgeous men together. The undivided attention the man on his knees gave to the other, the way the dark haired man cupped his head, his fingers curling into his hair. Strong and supple, their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm as the blond took the dark haired man’s cock deeper and deeper, again and again.

“You’re enjoying this.” Austin’s words weren’t a question. He had to know by the way she shifted in her seat and the sound of her increased breathing that she was enjoying this. It was exciting, thrilling to watch others perform such an intimate act in front of them.

It was as if everyone else in the room faded. As if this moment was just for the four of them to share privately. She wondered what she would do if Austin joined them. A tangle of three hard, beautiful male bodies, hands and mouths and cocks. Touching, sucking, fucking.

She shivered and nodded, leaned her head on his broad shoulder. “I want to see them do it.”

He chuckled, the gentle touch of his fingers on her cheek making her shiver again. “You want to watch them fuck?”

Oh yes, indeed. The dark haired man was essentially fucking the blond’s wide open mouth, thrusting deep, his thick cock disappearing and reappearing with his every movement. His entire body was tight, his muscles standing out in stark relief, his lips stretched firm. Exerting every amount of control to not just shoot his semen into the blond man’s mouth and be done with it.

And he was doing that for her. Putting on the show and making it last for her. Heady, powerful, the realization almost made her dizzy.

Austin’s hand rested on her thigh, startling her from her thoughts. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin, slid higher until his hand was almost completely hidden by the fabric of her dress, and she held her breath, waiting for his next move.

“We have a request.” Austin’s deep voice rang loud in the hushed quiet of the room and the two men paused in their actions, the blond releasing the brown haired man’s cock from his mouth. It waved enticingly, shining with saliva and pre-come, flushed red and thick and insistent.

“She wants to watch you two fuck,” Austin continued, his hand tightening on her thigh.

Her breath released in a stutter, skipping like rocks over a calm pond. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted his fingers searching her, pushing deep inside her, making her come. She could barely stand it, she was so aroused, so worked up.

“Who is fucking who?” The dark haired man spoke, his voice holding a slight accent which Michaela found mysterious. Sexy.

“You fuck him.” She pointed at Mister Mysterious and waved her hand at the blond. Her voice wavered, her entire body, her mind unstable. She couldn’t believe the things she was saying, thinking. The things she was doing. “Now.”

They both nodded and the dark haired man helped the blond stand, immediately going behind him and undoing his restraints. A condom was plucked from the tray. The commotion of more people entering the room sounded from behind Michaela. She didn’t care. Her gaze was riveted upon the stage, her concentration focused on Austin’s hand beneath her dress.

The varied stimulation assaulted her senses, made her feel as if she was floating on a cloud. Drifting, dreaming, drinking it all in as the blond clutched the back of a chair that suddenly appeared, his body bent over it, his legs spread. His ass open in invitation, ready to be taken.

This was so forbidden, watching this, doing this, taking it all in. Growing up she’d pushed the naughty thoughts from her head, telling herself it was wrong. In past relationships, she’d reached out, tentative in revealing her darkest wishes and dreams. Having them all slapped down, pushed away, told again and again she was wrong, dirty, deviant.

Now, it was all unfolding in front of her and she relished it. Enjoyed it. This was who she was, what she needed and she finally found someone who understood her.

Austin.

“Does it hurt?” Her whispered question caused him to lean toward her, his head so close, their faces brushing.

“Does what hurt?” His fingers moved up her thigh, so achingly slow and she wallowed in the anticipation.

When he actually touched her where she wanted him, it was going to be so good.

“Being taken like that. Anal sex.” She gestured toward the stage. The dark haired man stood behind the blond, his hands grasping his hips, his cock nudging against the blond’s ass.

“I prefer the top.” Austin nuzzled her cheek with his. “I like to be the one in control.”

“You’re so dominant.” She sighed when the very tips of his fingers brushed the front of her lacy thin panties. “Aggressive.”

“You like it.”

“I do.” She held her breath as she watched the dark haired man smooth his hand over the blond man’s ass, his fingers delving between his cheeks. He touched him, intimately, gently, and the blond sighed, spreading his legs wider, his head dipping in acquiescence. It stole her breath, watching this unfold, waiting for the moment when the dark haired man would possess the other.

She loved the way Austin possessed her, took her as if she belonged to him. They had fallen so easily into this, as if they belonged together. The thought was overwhelming, scary.

Delicious. Wondrous.

“You’re hot,” he whispered in her ear. “Wet.”

“How can you tell?” He hadn’t even touched her yet, was still lingering there, his fingers brushing over her mound, the lace fabric of her panties the only barrier.

“Your panties are wet. I can smell you.” He tongued her ear, the hot, wet slick of it making her wiggle. “I love the way you smell. The way you taste.”

Her knees went weak. The way he spoke to her weaved a sort of magic around them, a spell she didn’t want to stop. She watched the man position himself over the blond, his condom-covered cock poised, ready, the blond urging him on with murmured words, subtle gestures.

Slowly, carefully, the dark haired man eased inside the blond, his cock sinking in inch by inch. Deep, deeper until he was all the way in, his balls brushing against the blond man’s ass, and they groaned, the sound filling the room.

They weren’t the only ones groaning. She heard the telltale sounds of low moans behind her, murmured words of approval, the faintly wet sounds of mouths connecting, clothes shuffling. Everyone was aroused, she realized. The scent of sex filled the air, the slap of flesh on flesh loud coming from the stage. Austin’s fingers slipped beneath her panties, brushed against her pubic hair before flicking her distended clit.

“God, Michaela.” He sounded tortured and she glanced at his lap, saw the unmistakable ridge of his cock. “You feel so good.”

He played with her, his fingers searching her folds, one thick finger pushing deep inside her. She gasped, clutched at his arm, her gaze locked on the men on the dais. The dark haired man was fucking the blond with enthusiasm, their guttural grunts mingling with every thrust. She moved with them, her hips doing a subtle thrust against Austin’s fingers, his hand. His thumb thrummed her clit, driving her on, driving her mad.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered when he slowed. He shook his head, a naughty smile curving his lips.

“Never,” he answered, shoving two fingers deep, finger fucking in time with the two men before them.

Michaela was close to orgasm, couldn’t believe she was doing this in public, on a chair while watching two men have sex. She liked that the men were so in to each other, the way the dark haired man grabbed the blond by the back of the neck, holding him as he fucked him hard. It was harsh, beautiful, their muscled bodies shining with sweat, their groans getting louder with every thrust. The blond had one hand wrapped around his cock, jerking it in time with the dark haired man’s thrusts and then the dark haired man withdrew, yanked the condom off and fisted himself.

His semen pumped out of him, shooting all over the blond’s tight ass in long, creamy streams. He rubbed his come into the blond man’s skin, his other hand still wrapped around his cock, and then he bent, buried his face in between the blond man’s ass cheeks, licking him there.

“Oh my God,” Michaela croaked just as Austin flicked her clit. Her orgasm slammed into her, hard and fast and overwhelming, and she shuddered in the chair, against Austin’s hand, gripping his forearm for support. Her eyes closed as it hit her again and again, wave after wave, leaving her a wrung out mess when it was all over.

She opened her eyes to see the dark haired man on bended knee, still licking the blond man’s ass, people chanting their encouragement from the audience. Her gaze lifted, met Austin’s and he watched her with such tenderness that she felt herself melt a little.

“I love to watch you come.” He withdrew his hand from her slowly, grasping her hand in his. “Beautiful.”

After all of that and she felt herself blush, the heat suffusing her cheeks. He had power with his words, his looks. A power over her, power that she gladly gave.