First Round

The room was similar to last time. It smelled sweet. Like roses and chocolate. “A happy ending to a valentines date” as some movies and such would dictate. The walls were a lighter red bordering on pink. A dark gold pattern of cloves stretched around and across the room. The tops of the walls and corners of the room were all black stone looking pillars and sconces. The floor was made up with large wide tiles of black stone. The room was lit with small lamps hanging from the corners of the room and ceiling. Warm amber color was diffused through, lighting up what little furniture filled the room. Against the back wall was a large four post bed, off to one side seemed to be a bar and some stools. Fully stocked with a bevy of liquids that had the appearance of ****. They were anything but if I had to guess. The opposite side featured a TV with a loveseat and chair facing it, both made of rubber.

“Took you long enough.” Lily. “I mean really most people don’t like to waste that much time between now and when they first find the key.” She was behind the bar, shaking up some kind of drink. “Gotta say, this isn’t bad for the first time. More often than not it’s straight into whatever they want. But I’ll enjoy this bit of foreplay.” Pouring her drink she cleaned up her mixing tools and leaned back, gesturing me to a stool.

Sher hair in a ponytail again. A bit higher this time. The raven locks flowed down her back and swung with her motions. Her face had make up that was relatively flashy. The eye shadow and lashes were thick, with shiny black lipstick. Her lips were plump. Not swelling enough to the point of permanent pout or impacting any other functions. But just enough to be seductive to an incredible degree. Lot’s of blush that accented her already tanned skin. It was bordering on brown with how dark it was. The black leather corset was a perfect amount of taught hugging curves where possible. But letting her flesh speak for itself. Breasts were contained very well but showing a wonderful amount of cleavage. Shiny black opera gloves adorning her delightfully hugging her arms. Pouring a new drink for me. I could see a skirt of some kind behind the bar but not enough to tell anything else. “What are you trying to give me?” I said with a smirk stretching a mile wide.

“Just something to get you help you ease into this. Nothing too strong.” An amber liquid lazed it’s way out of the bottle. Filling a rocks class like an ooze it was a small amount. If I had to guess it’d be more than enough.

“So why did it take you so long to come back? Just wanted to be certain of what you wanted or was there another thought lingering around that you were stuck on?” Lily had leaned against the back of the bar at this point, I finally got a view of her skirt. It came down about a quarter of her thighs, which were pretty big around. Her hips were well accommodating for them as well. She had fishnets on coming up from the heels she was wearing. Not that I could see them, but I certainly heard them.

“I had to be certain of what I wanted out of this place, at least the first time.” I said, raising my glass to smell it. It was much rougher compared to the natural smell of this place. That was a light soft smell, something delightful, roses or lavender. But this, this was like a bonfire in winter. Burnt wood and pine needles. Cold with a lingering heat. Lily had taken a sip of her drink by this point. Giving an acknowledging tilt of the head and a grin.

“Well that is wise, I had a feeling you were that type of person. But I can see there’s more. You didn’t stumble in here that first time COMPLETELY ignorant. So? Who’s the lucky friend?” She said putting her drink down and crossing her arms with a very proud of herself smirk.

“Is this one of those things where you are in my brain or are you just that clever?” I said bitterly. Taking a sip of my drink it was slow to come down the glass. But once it hit my lips flowed like water in a desert. It was smooth, again water, but flowing down a rock and dripping into a pond. A calm and quiet place. “Yes, I had heard about this place. But what I heard and what you ended up being, were two very different things.”

“Oh? I know I often defy expectation but how so at this venture?” She was bathing in this discussion’s flattery.

“It was just, at random. If you see a pink door handle, go in and you’ll experience your fantasy.” I said putting my glass down. Leaning into the bar.

“Hah, ya that’s too easy. The key is too picky for that sort of thing. Where did you hear this rumor?” She wasn’t gonna let this go. Her eyes carried this inquisitiveness.

“A girl, we aren’t friends. She’s a popular cheerleader. I’m a nerdy artist. I know how to hide myself easily so i heard her talking about it with her friends. They thought it was ridiculous and laughed at her.” I said looking into my glass more, spinning it about.

“Well that sounds like a few bad friends. Does this girl have a name? Clearly someone has a crush.” She said before taking another sip.

“Ashley, I don’t know if it’s a crush. She’s pretty but, I’d rather be friends if Iad to be honest. I feel like she needs an honest friend who can be kind to her. It’s been difficult to see her made fun of for this and not able to do anything.

“Well are you gonna tell her about all this?” She asked. Putting her drink down. Very curious about this.

“I think so, the problem won’t be telling her. The problem will be working up the courage to talk to her in the first place. I’m not exactly the type of person who can just walk up to someone like that.” I took another deep sip of my drink.

“Well for one. Maybe that confidence is why you came here. Hoping I could give it to you. But more importantly. And, this is just me talking here.” Finishing her drink she paused. “Fuck them!” Slamming her drink to the counter, not smashing it but certainly in a loud fashion. “If they make fun of her they aren’t worth the damn that you seem to give about them. What’s the worse thing that could happen if you talk to them? They make fun of you? Great! They just proved that it isn’t worth trying to be nice to them in the first place and you can move on your merry way to spending time with people you care about!” All of this was said in a much louder tone. She poured me a second drink and started mixing her second drink.

I was honestly a bit bombed out. It was a lot of info burst out in one go. She had a point. But still wrapping it around his head would take time. I had a look on my face that I could only hope conveyed that feeling. The drink I imagine was having an effect on my ability to parse the information. She finished pouring her drink and reached a hand under my chin. A single finger lifting my head. I looked her in the eyes. Their color was a Bright maple. Shining wonderfully.

“I think I went a bit far there, come on newbie. Let’s get you onto that couch.” She walked around the bar and made her way across the room. Her drink in hand. I turned to watch her walk over. God did her butt rock in that skirt. Shaking tightly with every step. Her heels had to be four inches minimum. Her legs were delightfully full and long. She rounded the couch and put her drink on the table. Bending just enough to not reveal much. Kneeling on the couch she beckoned me over.

Standing up didn’t cause the room to spin. But it was certainly a rush. I took a second to stretch my back. Walking over she just giggled and watched me. Rounding the couch I practically crashed into it.

“Someone’s a light weight.” She chuckled. Pushing me into the back of the sofa my head fell back a bit. She stayed at my side. Resting a head on my shoulder she took one of my hands and opened my palm up. Massaging my hand I closed my eyes and just let myself go.

“That’s it hon, just breathe. This must be your drawing hand, it’s tense as hell. Especially if you wank with it too.” She said nonchalantly. I smirked but just let her go. Making her way up my arm she continued to remark in a similar fashion. I just let it all go and tuned her out. I was floating on a cloud at this point. Not asleep but just riding out a calm feeling. Almost like being high. I hadn’t smoked before. But I can see the appeal if this is something like that. This was what I needed. The breath. The weight off my shoulders. To be able to let go.

“Feeling better huh?” Lily spoke. She had slid back further to her side of the couch. Putting her feet up she was sipping her drink some more.

“Ya, I really needed this.” Opening my eyes and coming forward I started to snap back. My arm felt a lot less tense.

“I could tell. I don’t normally do this sort of thing. It’s refreshing to have.” Her legs came down and the rest of her rose. Standing over me stepped over and around me. “But, I do think we are starting to move into what is standard faire for this place. Aka, my field of expertise.” She kneeled down onto my lap, leaning into me more and more. Her thighs rested on top of mine A hair of space between our torsos. My lips rose to meet hers. And it was like a spark.

The fire was lit. And the blaze was only beginning.

They were soft, warm, and wet. More and more she pushed our heads together. Our lips had engaged in a wrestling match. And I knew I couldn’t last. My hands wrapped around her. Pulling into me her breasts crushed against my torso. They were delightfully soft. And held me exactly where she wanted me. As our battle waged on, she struck the deciding blow and invaded my mouth with her tongue, wrapping it around mine. Keeping it still I let her go anywhere she wanted. I was malleable under her at this point. One hand moved around. Pushing mine down to her ass. The other pulling my hair. Ripping me free from lip lock she whispered.

“Grab and feel as much as you like, just don’t go near any holes.” Pulling me back in I went to town lifting her skirt up and grabbing handfuls of her plentiful flesh. My hands felt like they were wrapped and grabbing dough. Soft and unending. Her chest pushed deeper against mine, hips closing in on mine. And her tongue was practically filling my mouth entirely. It felt like hours before she moved any further I was getting hard as a rock and straining against my pants. All along my left leg the bulge strained. She lowered her hips and ground them against my hips.

“You ready to move from the preshow into some real action?” She said holding my head back again. My hair firmly in the clutches of her grasp, much like the rest of my body.

“God yes!” I said out of breath. It was incredible the amount she wore me out with just making out with me and teasing.

“Good, just enjoy the show hon. I’ll take care of this peskie fella.” She said rocking back and kneeling on the ground before me. With a snap other fingers my pants and underwear vanished. My cock sprang free. I was a modest six inches. Thicker around than most my size but overall I was pretty happy with my manhood. All I was given was the warm breath against my turgid length. The breeze was soft and made me pulse with every gust. I looked at her.

“Na at ah. Don’t watch me. Look a bit further up hon.” With a snap she turned on the tv. It was a video, one of my favorites. A hot woman in a much more conservative outfit going down on a repairman. It was one of my first videos I climaxed to in my early days. I returned to it every once in a while. After a few seconds it switched to another of a similar type. It continued to bounce between a number of videos from my collection. All the while her breath ran against me. Eventually leading to her tongue brushing against the glands of my dick. The warmth of her tongue was well familiar to me after our make out session. But not in this capacity. More and more she circled around my head. Wrapping it in every way possible with just her tongue. The videos continued along just as she did. Eventually leading to lips making contact.

A moan was elicited on my end, the softest kiss on the tip of me kept me pulsing and writhing. I could feel more pleasure building in me than normal. My entire pelvis began to rock with it. The “could’s” began to fall to the wayside, I had begun to reach the stage of “couldn’ts”. I began to need. I needed to feel the rest of her lips against my hips. I needed to feel her whole mouth around my cock. I couldn’t live on this pleasure any longer. I needed release. The screen had begun to rotate faster between videos. Animated videos began to be added in. The videos got more intense. Women began to deep throat more and more. Up and down bobbing. Multiple blowjobs at once. It never ended. She never stopped keeping me in that position. Her lips gingerly running across my head. She was moving at her speed. Mine wants didn’t matter to her. And that was the way it would stay. The pleasure moved further through me. I began bucking my hips trying to get more. Pulling back she kept me on my toes. She stayed on my head and no further. She knew what I wanted. She had me on her finger and I couldn’t get off.

“Tell me what you want” She breathed onto me, Fuck I needed it. Her lips kissed the tip and lingered. She didn’t have to do anything but kiss it and I was trapped.

“I want your throat. I need it. Please.” I got out, I was groaning as she poked her tongue out along the bottom side of my shaft.

“Are you ready to move onto the next phase?” She asked. Blowing on the tip.

“Yes! Please!” I got out louder. I bucked my hips as hard as I could trying desperately to reach her mouth. During this I failed to notice the hand sliding underneath me. When I came back down I noticed it had grabbed my ass. Her other hand had snaked its way around my base. Her lips went all the way around my head and back up before.

“Then I hope you’re ready for new pleasures.” She whispered out before taking me all the way down her throat. I grunted deep. Her mouth caressed every inch. My head poking just past and into her throat. It was so soft and warm. I couldn’t believe it. But what I hadn’t realized was that she had slipped a finger past my rear. I was so consumed with her throat that I hadn’t realized I was now being fingered during this. She had begun to press against my prostate. It wasn’t a feeling I had experience before. I hadn’t felt anything from my ass ever really. But it was a soft and warm feeling. It was a good accommodating feeling to her mouth providing a vacuum around my cock. That in itself caused the pleasure I was feeling to spread throughout my body. I couldn’t stop. The videos had begun to feature cum. Blowing past people’s lips from overflow. Mouths full of it. Covering women. Erupting, constant flows, facials and more. I needed to do that to her. I needed it. I was convulsing steeply against these sources. Her hand had gone down to massage my balls and I lost it. I went numb across everything. But one thing was for certain. I was finished.

The finish of my climax had come with a cold. My body chilled and shook as I came. Her hands around my balls, preventing them from pulling up. Her finger hard pressed on my prostate. It was electric. It was a piercing shot through my spine. My cock erupted down her throat. The heat of her mouth replaced with suction and a need to swallow. Pulling her lips up to the head from the base. Extracting every drop out. More and more it filled her. The air against my saliva covered length kept me releasing. It went on for what felt like an hour. I eventually came down, literally. I sunk into the couch. My breath catching up with me. The screen shut off. I had been sweating. I felt like a shell. Empty of everything. I could see her moving, but I couldn't comprehend it. I couldn’t perceive her. All that I knew. I was empty, powerless. She had me wrapped all around her.