A Tale of Glamorous Delights

Dedric requested Sabina and I in his office, which could only mean one thing, a client is willing to pay extra for an unscheduled session. The question is, who’s the client?

You see, Sabina, my best friend, and I work at Glamorous Delights. It’s a highly exclusive brothel with extremely high standards. With the high-class clientele, discretion and health are of the utmost importance.

Knocking on the door, we wait for permission to enter. One of Dedric’s muscular bodyguards opens the door and motions for us to come in. Once we are inside, he shuts the door behind himself as he leaves.

“How do you two feel about an unscheduled session in twenty minutes?”

“Depends. Who’s the client, Dedric?” Sabina questions.

“Bayard.”

“I thought he was away on a business trip?” I can’t keep myself from voicing the question out loud.

“He called saying his trip ended early, and he needs to work off some frustration.” At that, Sabina’s eyes light up as if it is Christmas morning. Bayard is a regular client of ours, who’s extremely wealthy and powerful. Most importantly, he is our favorite client.

Sabina looks at me. After my slight nod, she replies, “An unscheduled session with him is more than welcome, Dedric.” About halfway through her response, a smile I know all too well appears on her face. She is probably already wet for Bayard. No doubt, thinking about the last time that he needed to get his frustration out.

“You two never disappoint when it comes to him,” Dedric replies with a smile of his own. Now Dedric, he’s certainly thinking about the money.

When a client requests a session with someone outside of their scheduled workdays and hours, it’s called an unscheduled session. For an unscheduled session, there is a substantial additional fee on top of the membership cost.

“I’ve scheduled the session to be in room two since I was certain you two would accommodate him. So you should get going.” With a ‘yes, sir’ from us both, we head to room two.

Once inside the room, we strip down to nothing. Sabina lays down on the bed and starts fingering herself. Shaking my head, I get a bottle of lube out of the drawer of the end table. Setting it down on top of the end table, I go over to the closet. I grab a ball gag and a belt.

Just as I am closing the closet doors, I hear the door to the room open and shut. Setting the items down on the bed, I notice Sabina’s hand has stilled. Her body is shaking slightly from how close she must have been. Biting my lip, I hold back the laugh that wants to bubble out.

Looking over to Bayard, I see his glare focused on Sabina. My amusement completely vanishes as I notice his mood. He isn’t just frustrated but seething. As his gaze moves down her body to her pussy where her hand is still resting, his expression gets even angrier.

“Dixie, get me the handcuffs.”

Spinning around, I rush back to the closet and get out the requested item. Quickly, I give the handcuffs to him.

“Stand up, Sabina.” Not having to be told twice, she rises to her feet. Even Sabina can see that he is in a bad mood. “Turn around.” Again, she does as he says right away. He then fastens the handcuffs on her wrists, keeping her hands securely behind her back. Gripping her shoulders, he spins her back around and pushes her back, so she falls onto the bed.

Interesting, Bayard’s never used handcuffs with either of us before. Unclear of where this is going, I stay rooted to the spot where I’m standing. Bayard begins slowly discarding the Armani suit he is wearing. It isn’t until he is down to just his boxers that he speaks again.

“Did hearing that I’m frustrated make you horny, Sabina?”

Taking a quick breath in, she answers truthfully, “Yes.” That wasn’t the correct answer, given how his eyes darkened.

Scooping her up, he sets her down in the chair that’s in the corner facing the bed. Which is followed by him removing his boxers. Sabina is quick as she eagerly moves forward to take his semi-hard cock into her mouth.

However, he doesn’t allow it as he grabs a handful of her hair, keeping her head just a few inches away from his cock. While it’s a firm grip he has, it isn’t too rough. Pulling on her hair, causes her head to tilt back and look up at him.

“You’re going to sit here and watch. If you move, I will tie your legs to this chair.”

Sabina’s eyes widen before she replies, “Yes, sir.”

Letting go of her hair, he turns around, so he is now facing me. “Bend over the bed.” Moving around the side of the bed, I go to the foot of the bed and bend over it. “Spread your legs, Dixie.” Biting my lip, I spread my legs for him.

I can feel his eyes on my ass. My eyes dart to the belt. As if reading my mind, his hand reaches out and grabs it. Without missing a beat, he brings the belt down on my bare ass. While it stings slightly, it also turns me on. It isn’t long until my pussy is dripping wet, my juices running down my thighs, and my ass, no doubt a bright cherry red.

Expecting another strike to my ass, I am surprised as his hand smacks my pussy. Four more slaps follow. I’m fisting the sheets, trying to keep myself from climaxing. He grips my hair and pulls back. Now being able to see his face, he whispers, “Cum for me.” He slaps my pussy one last time. That causes me to cum, squirting all over his hand and the floor.

“You let her cum?” Sabina questions in a loud voice. It honestly is shocking.

When he’s frustrated, he never lets either of us cum. The fact he allowed me to cum is quite shocking. He, like most clients, prefers Sabina. The reason why is simple I have a strict no penetration rule. Zoning back in on what is happening, I can tell Sabina is pissed as she and Bayard are standing and glaring at each other. Feeling awkward, still bent over the bed, I stand up.

“Dixie, get me the rope,” Bayard says in a stern tone. Going to the closet, I begin looking for some rope.

“WHAT?” Sabina exclaims in outrage.

“I told you what would happen if you moved from that chair. If you keep testing me, I’m going to keep punishing you.” Bayard says in that calm but angry voice he has.

Finally seeing the rope, I grab it and bring it to him. As I place it in his waiting hand, Sabina intensely glares at me. Immediately, Bayard has her throat in his other hand. He isn’t squeezing it, so, it’s just a warning for her to stop. Sabina understands this as her gaze drops to the floor.

Taking his hand away, he orders, “Sit down in the chair.” Sabina sits back down in the chair, trying to keep the frown off her face.

“I don’t need you to tie my legs to this chair. I’ll be good now.”

“Dixie, bring me the ball gag.” At that demand, Sabina is back to glaring at me and harder than before. Her glare is enough to cause me to hesitate. “Dixie, be a good girl and bring me the ball gag.” Looking away from Sabina, I pick it up off of the bed and bring it to Bayard.

“You’re always such a good girl, Dixie.” My eyes stay fixated on the floor as I avoid looking toward Sabina. He binds her legs to the chair with the rope. Then fastens the ball gag on her. “After I reward Dixie, I’m going to teach you a lesson.” That has my head snapping up. Bayard brings the other chair in the room over, a couple of feet in front of Sabina. “Dixie, come here and sit down on the chair.”

Slowly, I make my way over and sit down on the chair, facing Sabina. Bayard gets down on his knees in front of me, making my eyes widen. Lifting my right leg, he places it over his shoulder. Next, he trails kisses up along my right thigh, stopping when he gets close to my pussy. Then, he pushes my left leg further to the left. My pussy, is now on full display to him. Again, he kisses up my thigh, only this time it’s my left thigh. Once again, he stops when he gets close to my pussy.

“Beg me, Dixie.” Followed by him gently biting my clit and a moan escaping my mouth. With a cocky smirk on his face, he repeats, “Beg me, Dixie.”

“Please lick my pussy, Bayard. I want your tongue on my pussy so badly. I’ll do anything, please, just eat me out, Bayard. Please.”

As the last ‘please’ leaves my mouth, his tongue starts lapping at my pussy. It’s so good I have to dig my nails into the chair to keep myself from grabbing his hair. To keep from screaming out in pleasure, I bite my bottom lip. God, he is so fucking amazing at this.

When his mouth begins sucking on my clit, I lose it. My hands go straight to his hair as I scream in pleasure. Then I shift my hips forward, trying to get more. My left leg goes over his other shoulder, trying to get as close as I can to his mouth. He then begins tongue fucking my pussy, causing me to start trying to fuck his tongue. Grabbing my hips, he holds me still as he keeps going at my pussy. Just as I am about to cum I use my grip on his hair to pull his head into my pussy, even more, squeeze his head with my thighs, and scream his name as I cum.

As my orgasm subsides, I release my hold on him. As I look at Bayard I see him letting Sabina out of all of her restraints. However, once free, she does the unthinkable, slapping him across the face.

Sabina storms past me before I can even form a single word. Bayard takes a series of deep breaths and turns to look at me. Realizing just how bad this situation is, I stand up.

“I’m so sorry. I will have her apologize, and this session is totally free. Do you need ice or a warm washcloth?” I’m full-blown panicking as words come rushing out of my mouth. “I’ll go get you ice.”

I got as far as turning around before a hand grabbed my wrist, and I was pulled back into a firm chest.

“How far are you willing to go to make me forget this incident, Dixie?”

With my heart pounding in my chest, I ask, “What do you want?”

“You.”