The Diamond Club: A Novel Read online

  I suddenly found myself being pulled up, onto the hotel bed as two strong arms wrapped around me and I found myself leaning back against the pillows as he worked my thong down my legs. I closed my eyes and smiled and then shuddered as I felt his tongue slide over me, circling, flicking, returning the favor I had just given him. I don’t know where he learned the things he did to me, but I was squirming and moaning almost instantly as he showed off his talents between my thighs.

  I moaned in protest as he pulled away from me, wanting… no. Needing more of it. But I shouldn’t have worried. He crawled up to position himself above me and I bit my lip as I felt him start to push slowly into me. The first inch of him made me gasp, and it only got better from there. I was so turned on, I thought I could take anything inside of me, but he proved me wrong. Inch by inch be spread my lips apart with his girth, making me moan out loud as he pushed. Finally he had buried himself completely and began to pull out and push back in, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed.

  After a short time he slowed down enough to turn me over, and before I knew it, I was on all fours. My stallion’s palms gripped my hips and pulled me back towards him, sliding my sex over his massive cock. Over and over and over again he pushed into me. Faster and faster until I could barely tell exactly what he was doing. The only thing I knew was the electric surges of pleasure pulsating through my mind, almost pushing me to the point of passing out.

  Before long I could feel his already hard member stiffen further, and I knew he was about to shoot his seed inside of me. At the exact time, I felt my mind surrender to his cock and passed the point of no return. I shook violently and would’ve fallen to the floor if I hadn’t been empaled on the giant skewer that was his dick. The orgasm washed over me with the intensity of a galloping horse. As my muscles tightened around my cowboy, I could feel him begin to orgasm, cumming hard inside of me. My orgasm began to subside just as his reached his peak, and as his seed was shot deep inside of me, it triggered a second nerve racking orgasm. Shaking violently on the bed, screaming in ecstasy, we came over and over again, his pace never slowing down. We fucked for what seemed like hours until we both collapsed in a sweaty, sexy, naked, pile on top of the sheets. Within minutes I fell asleep, using his chest as a pillow.

  When I awoke, I found that the bed was empty and there was no sign of the cowboy from last night. No signs except for a note on the bedstand.

  Brianna-

  You are truly an amazing woman and it pains me that I cannot stay to pleasure you night after night. I will certainly be back soon, you can count on that. Find me at the Diamond Club. I’ll be dreaming of our next meeting together.

  -Jack

  Pocketing the note, I climbed out of bed, freshened up, and left the hotel feeling like I was on top of the world. Jack would be a hard man to beat, but I was on a mission to discover something even better than the cowboy.

  Cupcake Tryst

  After my experience with Jack, I couldn’t help but let Justine know. I texted her incessantly, alerting her to all of my romps and rolls all over the area. This latest one would surely get her juices flowing. I texted her to let her know I had something new to share, and she told me to meet her at her shop after closing for some pinot and a chat. She owns a simple cupcake shop just down the road from The Diamond Club, and we would routinely meet there after a night out.

  I walked in the door as she was cleaning her counters, removing the faint layer of flour that covers the place. She left the cloth on the counter and came around to the cafe tables in the front of the store, where two wine glasses and a bottle of some of California’s best wine awaited us. I immediately broke into my story, telling Justine all about our hot night of passion. About the hours of penetration, and the high number of orgasms I experienced during our trist. I told her about the way he went down on me, using his tongue to manipulate me in the best ways possible. I informed her of the trail of juices I left on his sheets, and the loud moaning that could have been mistaken for wolves on the loose in the city.

  As I described all of this to her, I noticed a look on her face that I had never seen before. She was biting her bottom lip, and gazing at me. At this point we had finished the bottle of wine, so I didn’t know if I was imagining this or not, but I had seen this look before. I saw it last night from Jack, and I recognized it now. Lust. Simple, and right in front of me. I didn’t know what to make of it. I kept talking about last night, but I was very distracted by what was happening before me. I stopped mid-sentence, and said, “Do you want to fuck me?” Justine looked surprised. She’d been caught.

  “Well,” I said. “You’ve never been with a woman before, and I’m tired of hearing about all your stories and the fun you have. I want to be one of your stories too.” She was right. I’d never even thought about women before, but with it laid in front of me, it didn’t seem too bad.

  Her breasts seemed to be heaving out of the top of her small white t-shirt. Her pinstriped apron was tied very high, so it helped to push her tits almost out of her top. I got up from my chair and walked around to her. I bent over, and we kissed. This single kiss seemed to last for hours and it made me so wet. I straddled her. I know she could feel the heat rolling off my vagina and on to hers. As we continued to kiss, I ran my hands all over her body. I felt her breasts through her shirt. God, it was good. I reached around and untied her apron at the neck and on her back. At this time, she lifted my shirt over my head. My nipples were so hard that I’m sure she could see them through my bra. I took her shirt off and undid her bra. Her tits flopped out. They were so heavy, they bounced as they were freed from their fabric cells. She took my bra off and began to suck on my nipples. I tilted my head back in ecstasy and let out a small moan. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

  I pushed myself back onto the table, laying in front of her. She took the cue. She unbuttoned my pants and ripped them off. My panties went with them. She split my legs and went to town on my pussy. When she would come up to take a breath she looked like she had just taken a dip in the pool. I could feel chills all over my body. I was going to cum. Justine kept going. She was enjoying my roast beef sandwich, but no horseradish sauce would be on it tonight. As I was reaching the point of climax, I became louder and louder. I’m sure the people living above the bakery thought that someone was having an asthma attack. I was moaning so hard I was wheezing, but it was hot.

  I was so close to cumming. I yelled, “Don’t Stop. Keep your tongue going, babe.” Then, just like the fountains at the Bellagio, I erupted. My juices shot out. Justine quickly moved and I shot my fluid clear across the cafe and on the the glass case she kept her goodies in. As I regained control, I watched it drip down the glass and down to the tile floor.

  “I guess you have some more cleaning to do,” I said and chuckled.

  “I don’t mind at all,” she replied and wink.

  Justine began getting dressed, and I did the same. I grabbed some paper towels and mopped my fluids up off the floor. I thought to myself if this was the way I wanted to live. Did I want to be a lesbian? I should at least stay bisexual. Nevertheless, it was time to go. Justine and I hugged, said our goodbyes, and smiled at each other. We were now closer than we had ever been before. Nothing could break our bond.

  “Anytime you need some more, just let me know,” Justine yelled as I walked out the door. I couldn’t believe that had just happened, but I could not have been happier.

  Sleepless in San Francisco

  Why do I sleep naked? I thought, as I looked at the view passing me by. I was riding bitch on a dirt bike, the rider a hot young babe, long orange hair blowing in my face as we raced down a deserted country road. The bike was an older 80’s red honda, covered in dirt, rust and scratches. The babe, in her early 20’s, was smoking hot, she wore a white blouse unbuttoned and tied in between her breasts. She had a short skirt on – red – and as I looked down I could see her bare ass, revealed by the wind on the skirt. Was she even wearing anything under it?

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sp; Adrenaline shot through my body. The roar of the small engine was more of a fast hum with high pitch pops. The wind was deafening. The wheels worn to the bone from so much use, the seat fake leather, padding worn out and unable to absorb the vibrations from the motor and the rough road we were riding on. The faster we went the more I felt the vibes, they shot up my spine tingling my womanly senses. I grabbed the red head’s waist,tighter. We hit a small bump and my body shuddered as my wet pussy slammed up against her tight ass. The seat felt good, I imagined I was riding her bare leg back and forth. I pressed my breasts up against her back my pussy grinding the seat and ass as I clawed into her abdomen with my hands and nails. I was getting close to cumming, every bump every vibration. Then she slowed the bike down to a halt, probably wondering why I just dug into her belly with my hands.

  As we pulled over on the grass I asked her if something was wrong.

  “No,” the redhead replied. “This is my favourite spot to think.”

  “What do you think about when you are here?” I asked.

  She smiled almost winking, brushed her long hair aside then turned and walked towards a big tree. She undid the knot in her shirt and the short unbuttoned white blouse blew around in the in the wind, her short skirt revealing every curve. I followed her towards a large tree, my pants were probably soaked from the almost climactic ride, my adrenaline levels lowering as I was no longer flying down the road. Although my heart was still beating out of my chest from the ride. I unbuttoned my shirt only to realise I had no bra on. I didn’t mind. It was warm out and the breeze always soothed me. The redhead turned to face me leaning up against a large tree in the shade, the yellow afternoon light reflecting off her face, her stunning body. Her nipples were perky. Was she thinking the same thing I was? I wondered since it didn’t look like she had anything on under her dress. Did she feel what I felt on the ride over here? Maybe she was getting turned on and I didn’t even notice it?

  My ass was sweaty and my pussy wet, I went to adjust my g-string only to find it had become untied from the ride, it was riding up in between my pussy lips and in between my sweaty buns. I left it as it was, not to make a scene. From this angle I noticed her nice breasts, her nipples showing through her shirt. I approached, a grin on my face. She smiled back, catching me off guard as she took off her pants. I couldn’t think of anything to say in the awkwardness of the moment. I said the first thing that came to me: “nice tan.”

  She enjoyed the compliment. The redhead now leaned forward and motioned for me to come hither. I was already pretty close, so I grabbed her ass and pressed my body up against her—breast to breast. I looked deeply into her eyes. She smiled, kissed me, then pushed me back a little, taking off her shirt. I was glad we were both on the same page. Now my day was getting on…

  She lowered her arm and slipped her thumb under the outer lips of her shaved pussy. I grabbed her other arm and lead it down my pants. I rubbed her fingers over my pussy lips, wet and sticky from the ride. She took her hand out, licked her fingers then went down on her knees. I went to undo my pants, but she took my hands away and did it herself. My pants fell down g-string and all. I was exposed to this woman. I spread my legs apart and she looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes. She smiled, starting on my thighs, rubbing them, slowly breathing on them as the light breeze exposed my breasts; freeing them from my unbuttoned blouse. I lowered my arms and my shirt fell off. I moaned. So good.

  She got right to business after the foreplay on my thighs. Her tongue was rubbing my clit like never before, up and down, in circles, in and out. I could feel something building up. I was really turned on when I noticed she was also fingering herself. I moaned aloud, startled from a strange feeling. Then I realised: she was fingering my ass with her free hand. This was a feeling I had never had before. I bent over a little, lessening the feeling.

  I was shaking, a full body orgasm. I felt a rushing feeling as I looked down to see her face shot with my squirting juices! I had squirted all over her face and breasts. Her body glistened in the afternoon light. I slowly lied down on the cool grass, face down, I could feel the grass tickling my pussy as remnant juices were still dripping out. I was spent, totally and utterly destroyed like I had just run a marathon…

  I could hear her moaning, she was coming to an orgasm—from seeing my own? I could hear her, rubbing her pussy, moaning. I turned over to see her standing over me, her pussy dripping wet, her tanned legs spread open, glistening with sweat and juices.

  She moaned aloud while furiously rubbing her clit and fingering her ass. Then out of nowhere she raised a gun to her head…

  “No—”

  Bang!

  I woke up shocked at the noise and confused – heart still racing from the dream. I threw the thin blankets off, looking out the window to see rain in the night. A thunderstorm. I looked down at my sweaty naked body to see a cat, orange and white, rubbing its back in between my legs. It was dripping with some kind of fluid, it looked at me and purred. I thought for a moment: Was this cat licking my pussy as I slept?

  I shooed the cat and it jumped out the window. My bed was wet in the area that I had been lying. Great. My dream gets interrupted, and now my bed is wet. Now I have to clean up. Damn wet dreams they are always so good but so messy.

  Hopefully I can actually get some sleep tonight. I have a long trip ahead of me.

  Wings Spread

  I had decided that I’d take a plane trip to Los Angeles and head back later. For days I craved one of those bacon-wrapped hot dogs the local Mexicans served from outlawed food trucks. The strong taste of a wiener, the grease dripping from the end onto my tongue—it had been far too long.

  Once I arrived at the San Francisco International Airport, I paid the taxi and made my way inside. Not being a fan of cancer, I decided to receive a pat down from the TSA agent, a large black man in his 40’s, unshaven. While I placed my purse on the conveyor belt, he snapped on a fresh pair of surgical gloves and pulled me aside. I felt special. I lifted my arms in the air so he could do his job. First he waved his long, black wand over my fragile, tiny, white body, and I began to moan when it brushed against my buttocks. As he caressed the sides of my chest and thighs, chills went up my spine.

  “Next,” he called out to the person behind me, and I pulled out my purse from the container on the conveyer belt.

  I could feel the hunger pangs. I needed a cock. And soon.

  In the terminal before the plane took off, I was working on the new beta for the website, using my smartphone. I wanted to add a feature for even more discreet encounters, where members meet without sharing their marriage status. While I was typing brackets in my code, I noticed a different man eyeing me from afar. Perhaps he could smell the desperation of my perfume, or the fifty dollars of petty cash I took from the office in my purse. He was 28 years old, white with short bleach blonde hair, muscles bulging under his coat, a boyish face. His smile was soft, tender like my lymph nodes in my armpits. He looked like a pilot. In other words, he was totally fuckable.

  The plane would depart in fifteen minutes. I knew I’d be late for work, but who gives a shit? I winked at him and waved him over to the ladies room nearby, not a soul in sight. Never before had I had sex in a public restroom, much less in the second busiest airport in the state of California, according to Wikipedia. He followed me without hesitation, dragging his luggage behind. Clack! Clack! as it hit the tile floor. Unzipping as I walked through the door, I opened the handicap stall at the far end and waited.

  Yes, I’m not handicapped, but I’m handicapable of screwing the first man in sight.

  I could hear him walk in, his shoes taps echoing. The air was thick with cleaning solution. He opened the stall next to mine, sat down, slid his foot under the partition, and began tapping. Was this Morse code? I began to tap back messages, but after five minutes of tapping back and forth did I realize it was just a signal. I motioned for him to enter my stall. He approached my stall, and I unlocked the door.

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ill completely silent, he sat on the toilet and kicked off his shoes into a puddle on the corner. Biting his lower lip, he pulled me closer by the hips, his hands caressing my V-shaped figure. I looked down at the man. Even though he hadn’t even given me his name, I was prepared to give him my lust. I whipped out my bulging pussy from my jeans, the tip secreting through my poly cotton blend panties.

  “Looks like you need an extendo belt to fit it all in,” he said. His voice was deep and booming, yet sensitive like my sister’s. I could feel the passionate fire burning in his eyes, the smoke coming out of his ears like teakettles in an old black-and-white cartoon.

  He gripped the shaft of my vagina and stroked it gently, the sack of my pussy bouncing with the rhythm of his kisses on my thighs, the stubble on his cheek brushing the stubble of my legs. I grabbed a handful of the toilet paper and wrapped it around me, rubbing it against my heaving chest. With his teeth he chewed off my panties and jeans, all the way down to my pumps. Using the toilet paper dispenser as leverage, I kicked my clothes off beside the toilet into a second puddle on floor. Then, he began to tell a parable with his tongue, specifically the story by Jesus of planting the seeds. The man could plant his seed in me, but thankfully, nothing shall ever grow, due to pesticides.

  “Mysterious stranger,” I asked, “what is your name?

  He pulled his face out of my crotch. “My name is Les Fondelier, and I’ll be serving you hot roasted nuts on this flight.”