House of Sin: Part One (3 page)

This was a good night, it is not often that everything feels so easy and fun. The band was doing something strange, someone was crawling on the inside of the cage hissing at people on the outside, people made noises back. It was a good timing we were moving on, I suspected.

This bar, this strange bar. It had copper piping all over the place. I often wondered which ones served a purpose and which ones were decorative. The bartender was a striking women, her black hair was tied back tight, and her eye make-up was theatrical. Leah was against the bar, I put an arm on either side of her and held onto the railing trapping her inside my arms and against the bar. She seemed comfortable with this.

The Bartender looked us over. ”Swell?”

“No, Jameson for me” I pointed to each of my three companions and they shouted what they wanted. Leah’s bum felt good, I pushed against her and she pushed back, she looked back at me with disapproval that did not match her actions. Leah leaned back so her lips were next to my ear.

“What is Swell?” she asked.

“A house drink, I would stick to a Martini.”

We were facing each other again, the other two disappeared. Leah was the hottest girl in the room, I was only fixated on her.

“So, the London room?” she said inquisitively.

I smiled and looked over the dance floor, and there was Heather, a woman I knew. Thankfully it wasn’t an issue, me being with Leah but I didn’t want to address anything. Heather seemed smitten by the gentlemen she was speaking to. She wasn’t a very good waitress; most of her evenings were spent socializing. We were friends and Heather had many of the same inflictions as I did, so we had an understanding. I rarely had sex with the same women regularly but I trusted she wouldn’t get attached and expect monogamy.

“The London Room,” I started, focusing back on Leah. “It’s just a lounge. It’s fun down here but it’s hard to talk over the music. Believe it or not the food here is the best in the city. Let’s check it out, okay?”

We made our way through the crowd, I kept looking back to check on Leah. We were hand in hand, she was smiling. An eccentric dancer on stilts bent down and touched her cheek, she recoiled and scurried closer to me. I was equally surprised and gave her a look that suggested bewilderment. She let out a laugh and stayed close. It was the first laugh I heard from her that was natural. It usually takes a while of getting to know one another before people laugh from their stomachs. The kind of laugh where your shoulders bounce, your nostrils flair, and you give a distinctive “ha”. She caught herself and reeled herself in a little. Her martini was taking its effect. It was a nice moment—she seemed young but she seemed to have given me some trust. I had been feeling the ebb and flow of her acceptance, little subtleties in her mouth and eyes that told me she was scared, or excited. We had just met and she had taken her little social defenses down for me. Leah was letting go, this was that time in her life she would do that kind of thing, and I’m the guy she was going to do it with.

“Who’s the school girl?” Heather blew out smoke as she asked. Sometimes when you’re trying to avoid something you end up focusing on that very thing you’re trying to avoid. Focus on something, it’s the best way to bring it near. Heather was wearing a turn of the century style Victorian mask, she was striking and attracted a fair amount of attention.

“Heather.” I smiled and acknowledged the man in a suit she was flirting with. “This is my friend Leah, she is going to be a hired dancer here.” I looked at Leah to see if she would play along. She clearly wanted to move on but engaged with Heather.

“Hey, I like you boots,” Leah said with a smile. There was some kind of ancient female social thing happening that I didn’t understand. I just wanted to drag my new friend to my cave.

Heather took a drag from her cigarette and didn’t respond. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to fight or fuck, and as you know, I preferred the later. Leah, my dear Leah, moments ago looking so young and innocent now was staring back at Heather challenging her with a smile. I enjoyed the intensity but I had plans of my own that needed to go into effect.

“Heather,” I said with a tone that suggested we were leaving and she should cut-out the sexy staring competition.

“I like you,” Heather said to Leah, half smiled and walked past us. I pulled Leah toward the stairs, Heather was harmless and Leah didn’t seem terribly bothered by the exchange.

There was something that I had been fixating on: that small tear in her tights. I had a habit of focusing on very specific things and obsessing. I needed to get my fingers inside that tear and make it bigger. I could only see the smallest amount of the skin on her legs from that tear and I needed to see more. I needed to see the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, I needed to tear those fucking tights wide open and taste what was between her legs. I needed to get her to the London room.

“Welcome to the London room,” I said.

The door swung open and I walked in like it was my apartment after a long day. I took off my leather jacket and let it fall on the burgundy sofa. I headed to the bar, next to the massive wood framed window that stretched floor to ceiling. The large door closed behind us, sealing us in. The music coming from hidden speakers was different then the music outside and it created a strange effect, like we were in a whole new world with brand new rules. I was focused on a humidor that contained fine cigars that were priceless to those who cared for them and walked by the table of extravagantly arranged food with little notice. The cigars were the main reason I took to the London room whenever I was at the club.

Leah was behind me, checking out the food, the spread looking like something out of a
Game of Thrones
novel. I cut the end of the cigar and it gave off a familiar smell. The cut end was in my lips and I brought a lit match to the dark cigar and began the process, throwing smoke out of my mouth and sucking in to make sure it was good and lit. The last drag was perfect, my mouth full of thick smoke and my teeth and gums numb and buzzing—so fucking good. I turned around and threw what’s left of the Jameson down my throat. I smiled at Leah and tried not to look threatening. The last thing I wanted was to scare her. The truth was, I wanted strip her naked and force her to her knees and force my hard cock down her fucking throat. There was nothing sweet about me but I could pretend.

“Try the strawberries,” I said with an easy smile and tried to keep my primitive mind in check.

It wasn’t possible to try all the food they laid out for you in the London room; it was excessive. I didn’t mind though because I knew nothing was going to waste. I would pay for everything regardless and it would be enjoyed by the staff when were gone. Thankfully, I could afford it.

Leah reached over the table to take a strawberry and at the deepest point of her reach she was on the tips of her toes and her bum was perched up. The wavering curves from her ass up to her shoulder to the tip of her finger was angelic and smooth. She retrieved a strawberry and smoothly came back to a comfortable stance. She was about to take a bite but stopped and looked at me rather suspiciously. I could sense she was reeling herself in again; I’m sure I seemed a bit much leering at her like I probably was and smoking my cigar. I filled my mouth one last time with smoke, arched my head back and blew it out toward the ceiling. I wanted her more, but that cigar was good and hard to put down. I put the burning stogie in a spotless metal ashtray and walked toward her, feeling intense but in control.

I could tell she was nervous, I could tell I was intimidating her, but I also knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She held the strawberry to her lips reluctant to eat it, as if biting into it would cast a spell. She waved the strawberry around and gave me questioning smile, her eyes narrowed.

“How many girls have you brought here, Jack?”

I walked toward her confidently. She took a step back, still holding the strawberry to her lips. I reached past her and grabbed the bottle of Champagne that was in a bucket of ice behind her.

“Leah.” I began to pour one glass. “I think it is fair to say we ran into each other quite naturally this evening.” I poured the second glass. “I’m happy you’re here with me but let me assure you there is no diabolic plan. Everything here is safe to eat and drink. Trust me.”

The music was dark and smooth, changing the atmosphere slightly and made me realize how close we were to each other. The corner of Leah’s mouth turned into a smile and she finally took a bite of the strawberry. I took a slow breath in from my nose and watched her before exhaling. She truly did seem innocent and this attempt she was making to be bold was sexy as hell. With each passing moment we were becoming closer and more comfortable in each other’s presence.

I offered her the glass and held up one for myself. She took it and waited for me to say something. I fucking hated toasts and the bullshit etiquette that comes with it so I just smiled and drank the champagne. She followed suit.

“So is this one of those situations where you expect a blowjob because you wined and dined a gal?” She surprised me with her frankness.

“Darling, I expect nothing. But of course, you can do what you want.”

She laid her glass on the table and as I walked into her personal space, she took a step back. That didn’t faze me—I continued to walk toward her.

Leah grabbed my shirt with one fist and pushed against me. “Do you think you can have me so easily?”

She looked angry and combative, trying to push me away. Our little dance brought us to a pillar in the middle of the room. Leah’s back was forced against it. With her chest rising and falling, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth on mine. She struggled for a moment then submitted. The transition was abrupt; Leah went from guarded to sexually aggressive quickly. As our mouths locked and our tongues met, her true feelings were clear.

I pulled her toward the sofa that was close by and she fought me in the strangest of ways. I was slightly frustrated with her approach. We stood next to the sofa and kissed. I grabbed her hand and forced it down my pants but she would pull back. I was so fucking hard. I tried to take off her blouse but she fought back while still kissing me and grinding my thigh. I felt the heat from between her legs. Her skirt was loose and easy to pull down, it fell to the floor with one tug.

I forced her to sit down on the sofa and saw the tear in her tights was bigger than I thought. I was kneeling on the floor in front of her, her legs straddling me. For a moment she wrapped her legs around me and sat up slightly but I pulled apart her blouse and pushed her back down, just how I liked her. I wanted to feel her wet pussy, I needed to see the skin I had been thinking about all night. I was a pig and she was about to find out just how big of one I was.

I put my fingers in the tear of her black tights and ripped them open. Half of her beautiful cunt was exposed. She cried out softly and made movements of restraint, pushing my face away with her hand. But I got both my hands on the freshly torn edges of her tights and ripped them open again, exposing the inside of her thighs and her beautiful wet pussy.

Leah sat up breathing heavy with her jaw dropped, her hair was sticking to her face from sweat. My view from down below looking at her pussy, half exposed breasts, and beautiful face was perfect. She looked back at me shocked.

My innocent Leah, look at you now
, I thought.

Staring at her as if she were being punished, I held her wet cunt in the palm of my hand and felt the edge of her ass with the tip of my finger. She sat up, visibly surprised at how fast things progressed. She was flexible, so the deepness of the couch and the way she was slouched enabled her to curl up and bring her face fairly close to mine, her knees in the air and her feet dangling. She was watching me and I liked it.

I brought my face between her legs and my lips grazed her slick ones. I arched my head back slightly; she wanted to see what was happening so I gave her a clear view. One fold at a time, I worked her from bottom to top, outside making my way in, licking slow and hard, hot and wet. Her breath hitched and her knees fell apart ever so slightly. With a hand on each cheek I propped her up, the thumb of my left hand slightly penetrating her ass. I kept my thumb there and buried my tongue deep inside her, she pushed back into my face and my thumb began to disappear inside her. My lips were pressed firmly inside of her lips and she was pushing back, my tongue buried as deep as possible as we pushed into one another in vain, trying to get even deeper inside. In the heat of the moment I was even holding her in the air. She propped herself up on the back of her elbows. I relaxed my tongue and lips and eased her bum back down on the sofa. She melted into it and I melted my face between her legs.

My heart felt like electricity and I kissed her pussy passionately like it was her mouth. My tongue slid up and down and my lips locked to hers, my head twisting trying to find the perfect fit. Leah’s hips swayed side to side matching my movements. Once my tongue felt her erect clit, it was obvious what she wanted. My tongue circled and crossed trying to find what she liked and when I forcefully flicked up and down, I got the response I was searching for. It was a moan as her knees fell apart wider that told me everything.

Nice and hard, up and down, I pressed my wet tongue against her swelling clit. Two fingers buried in her cunt, everything was wet, the inside of her thighs shined, her pussy drenched my hand down to my elbow. I fucked her cunt with my hand and whipped her clit with my tongue. She was no longer supervising, her head shot back and her back was arched. As she gyrated up and down, I had one free hand and it was on my cock. I was far too turned on not to jerk off.

Her cum dripped from my chin and she moaned, the sound fluttering with our movements. The electricity from my heart was firing into my hard cock. There was no doubt that she was the hottest, sweetest thing I had ever seen. It made me want to cum so badly but it didn’t make sense just yet, so I worked myself slowly while staying focused on her. My free hand made its way to her perky tits, her skin so soft. I pulled down her bra and her hard pink nipples pointed up. I groped her soft beautiful breast, had her stiff nipples between my fingers and squeezed and pulled.

Then it happened. I had never witnessed a women come so obviously. Her moan turned into a growl and her body vibrated. I licked hard and fast, my two fingers were inside her holding her steady. Everything was too much and I had to jerk off harder, being on the edge of coming myself.

For a moment there was nothing. No sound and no movement from her. She looked possessed with her back arched and her chin pointed to the sky, rigid like a statue. I didn’t stop licking and sucking. I squeezed my cock trying not to come, then she released. Her body was no longer rigid and she let out a sound that could have been mistaken for horror if I didn’t know better. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and screamed. She was beyond wet and she gushed all over my hand and chin and I loved her for it. I licked up and down like she was an ice-cream cone and she spasmed, waves of hot liquid sex poured out of her and onto me.

I wasn’t jerking off for the moment because I let go to separate her lips with both hands, exposing her as much possible. I licked up and down and she let out another scream and somehow got wetter again. It was too much. I began to jerk off again, my hand now drenched from her cum and it lubricated my cock. I licked her carelessly; I wanted to burry my cock inside her and let out my hot cum as soon as I was good and deep but it didn’t feel right. Not yet. There would be plenty of time for that later.

Something had to be done though, so I squeezed my cock to delay it, stood up slightly and rested my cock lengthwise in her wet throbbing cunt. I glided up and down a few times but it wanted to go inside too badly. I released my hold and jerked off my throbbing dick. I pushed my balls into her pussy and they were instantly wet from her cum. Leah was in a daze but she knew what was happening, she reached down and touched the head of my penis but I was jerking off so hard there was no place for her grip there, so she lowered her wet hand and held my balls. Because her hand was also wet from her cum she slid around, trying to get a grip.

Everything in me tensed and I came hard. We both watched and as the hot white cum shot out of me, she looked surprised. She could have been surprised for the simple fact that I was coming right on her and she had barely touched me, not a typical chain of events considering I had gone down on her. Or she could have been surprised at how much cum came out of me, how far it shot, and how continuously it flowed. It was everywhere: on her stomach, her neck, her tits, my hands, her hands. I came hard and everything was perfect. I moaned and she answered with high pitch sounds telling me everything was okay. Maybe a little more than okay.

We let the moment dissolve with my cock before her, strong, heavy, and slightly relaxed, cum falling off the tip, my pants still half on. Leah, my god she was a sight. Her black tights torn open at the crotch, her bra folded under her tits and drenched in cum. She was relaxed, melting into the couch, breathing shallow breaths. Her makeup was running as if she were crying but a slight grin told me she was fine.

My innocent Leah, look at you now.

She looked up at me and I stared right back, slightly out of breath,

“Holy fuck,” I said, the adrenaline still coursing through me. It was as if we just got off a ride together. Leah let out an easy comfortable laugh.

“We didn’t even lock the door,” I noted.

Leah covered herself the best she could as if someone was going to come barreling though at any moment.

“Oh my god.” She laughed nervously. “Go lock it, please.”

I tucked my cock in my pants the best I could and left my shirt open. I walked over to the door and slid the lock over. I glanced back at Leah and she relaxed with the sound of the door being locked. Truly a decadent sight, this room with all this food, Leah torn and sweaty in the corner. I made my way over to my cigar.

“Still lit,” I said to myself in surprise. I took a few quick puffs.

The taste of pussy and cigars, there was nothing better.