Page 50 of Choosing Hope
For the price they pay for their memberships, Travis, my co-owner, and I are keen to ensure they’re getting value for money.
These rooms are more spacious and opulent than the ones downstairs. They’re also better equipped, with every piece of apparatus available, to keep our client’s perverted little minds happy.
As if Carlo senses my unease, he gestures for me to carry on, mumbling that he wants to sit out and have a drink for a while, while he enjoys watching us. I’m curious about his unusual behavior, but relieved to have some time to myself with Kalie.
Once he’s served us all a drink, Carlo sits in the corner of the enormous sectional couch in here. Our club commissioned the design of the furniture for these rooms. The back of the sectional is wide; it’s broad enough for someone to lie along it.
Kalie stands a few feet away from Carlo, facing him, and swipes her long blond hair over her shoulder. I’m familiar with her silent request that I unzip her dress.
She loves stripping, exposing her fabulous body to men while witnessing their initial reactions to her; it turns her on.
I step behind her, my mouth next to her ear.
“You want him to watch you?” I murmur, knowing Carlo can hear too.
“Yes, but he can’t touch until I say.”
I glance up at Carlo and raise my eyebrow in question. He dips his chin once in agreement, and I lower the zipper on Kalie’s dress before peeling the fabric back to reveal her stunning body below.
She’s wearing my favorite almost transparent white underwear. The bra forces her large tits up, and they’re bulging above the fabric, begging to be released.
I hear Carlo gasp and know he’s as affected by the vision of Kalie, as I have been since I first saw her. His reaction spurs me on. Kalie’s level of fitness has all her muscles toned, and her breasts pert. She has a delectable figure. A dancer’s body. I carefully place her dress over a chair beside us. Enjoying absorbing the lust I can feel emanating from my friend.
Kalie peeks up at me, following my movements, her eyes brimming with affection and lust. As I step back to her, I can’t resist dusting my lips over hers. In seconds, she takes my tongue into hermouth, gently sucking it and causing my cock to jump with its desire to experience the same sensation.
In my revived greed to claim her, I unclasp her bra, releasing her soft flesh. I toss the garment toward the chair before standing behind her, both of our eyes fixed on Carlo.
He nods his head sharply, telling me to remove her panties.
Slowly, I slide my index fingers under the sheer fabric at the front, the pads of my fingertips lingering on the bare sensitive flesh just above her pussy. Kalie’s body tenses.
Carlo’s glare fixes on the area, waiting impatiently for me to reveal her. A glance at his crotch tells me my scene is turning him on. This dynamic is unusual; it’s habitually him with the girl and me observing him. Having this role reversal is fun for a change.
Kalie’s hand grips my forearm, telling me she’s getting excited too.
I gradually slide my fingers around the inside of the fabric to her hips, before lowering the tiny scrap down her legs.
“Fuck!” Carlo exclaims.
With a smirk, I toss him the garment, knowing he wants to smell her. He catches them in one hand.
“These are soaked, you little minx. Is it turning you on, thinking about my hard pierced cock fucking you?”
She whimpers as my fingers slide over her pussy, exploring her slickness. He’s right; she’s drenched.
Her legs are slightly apart, allowing me access into her tight channel. As I push two fingers inside her, she leans her head on my shoulder. Her hand grapples behind her, perhaps keen to learn how hard I am for her.
“Is he hard?” Carlo demands.
“Always,” she replies breathlessly.
As she yanks my trouser zipper down, determined to touch me, certain with Carlo’s presence here she’ll bring me off too soon, I take a step back, preventing her access, before lifting her onto the top of the couch.
“I need to taste you,” I explain.
She lies back on her elbows; her eyes fixed on my mouth as I lower it to her pussy. The moment my tongue swipes along her slit, I can already feel her pulsing on my tongue. She’s so turned on by this scene.
It’s been a while since I licked her; recently I’ve enjoyed seeing others do it, but with Carlo here I’m enjoying playing to my audience. I suck her swollen clitoris, eliciting her loud groan.
