The Diamond Club: A Novel Read online

  “Choose anything?” he asked in that sultry voice that got my griddle sizzling.

  “Only if your dick is on the on the menu,” I replied with confidence and control.

  He took my hint with a deep breath and a glance around the empty restaurant. In a snap crackle pop, his pants were down, my shirt was off, and we were on the table kissing. I could feel his chiseled chest, hotter than a frying pan, on top of me. He slipped his hand in my jeans, feeling his way through my gorge. My mouth broke from his only to moan with pleasure. He hummed as he performed his task, a lullaby to my sexual groans. It was then my turn to pleasure him, bending over the table where he lay. I took his beefy sausage in my mouth and sucked, licked, rubbed, and cleaned my plate. His hot syrup erupted in my mouth and I greedily licked it up - I had never tasted anything better! He lifted me back to the table on all fours and he began to pound his erect whisk into my anal region. Shortly, he switched holes as I lie in content face up on the slippery table. His lovepole was long and strong, and I rubbed my breasts in sync with his incredible thrusts.

  My climax was coming, and soon. His nethers kept coming, my legs were open like the Grand Canyon, when all of the sudden my breakfast juices exploded from my lower safety square. He lay back on me, both of our chests heaving in harmony.I gave him one more toasty kiss and dressed myself. I strutted out the store, no longer feeling hungry.

  Three-Legged Larry

  Patriotic. That’s how I was feeling today. And horny of course. There’s been a lot of that feeling lately, but patriotic was a new one for me. Roman had me searching for inspiring clips from what he referred to as the classic “patriotic” movies. We were planning on theming the site for the upcoming July 4th holiday and he wanted some clips to run on the sidebar. So I spent the day watching the likes of Rocky IV, Independence Day, and American Pie. I tried to explain to him that American Pie wasn’t technically a patriotic movie, it just happened to have “American” in the name, but since when did he listen to my advice when taste or culture was concerned. That’s the domain of the little hussy he’s fucking now and she’s young enough to think of the American Pie franchise like most people think of silent films.

  Despite all of that though, I was still feeling patriotic as I walked into the Diamond Club. A simple American beer and a red-blooded American dick is all I really wanted right now. I spied my prize as soon as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. There was single man sitting at a table by himself. He was wearing a uniform, Marines I think. He was drinking a Bud Light. Perfect, couldn’t get more American than that.

  I sauntered over and sat down next to him. Immediately I realized was he wasn’t standing at the bar like most of the patrons. He was in a wheelchair. Undaunted, I spoke first. “Hey soldier, you looked a little lonely. What’s your name?”

  “Uh, Larry, miss. Larry–“ I placed my index finger on his mouth to stop him from speaking. “No last names Larry. I plan to fuck you so hard you won’t remember it anyway.” He was obviously shocked at boldness and I liked that. It’s always good to keep them guessing. “I’m Brianna. Would it be too forward of me to ask what happened to your leg?” I couldn’t help but glance down as I said it. His left leg had been amputated just above the knee. There was also something else odd I noticed about his crotch. I couldn’t be sure, but I was thinking I might be in for quite a treat.

  “It was in Iraq,” Larry said, breaking my train of thought. I was wondering if he had noticed my mouth starting to water. It wasn’t the only part of me getting moist. “An IED went off by my caravan. I’ve only just gotten back to the states. It was rough, but I…” Larry trailed off. There was obviously something he wanted to tell me, but was holding back.

  “How ‘bout we go back to my place and you can tell me all about it” I suggested. He nodded. He paid his tab and I rolled him out the front door. Back at my place I quickly found out what he was hesitant to tell me. As soon as the door was closed I slipped out of my dress (in front of him of course) and helped him out of his khakis. What I saw staring up at me as I removed those Government Issue boxers took my breath away. He quickly started to explain, obviously a little embarrassed, although he had no reason to be.

  “You know how they say that a blind man’s other senses, (hearing, smell, etc) get stronger since his vision is gone? Well, that’s what the doctors say is happening to me. My left leg is mostly gone, but my uh, you know, is growing to compensate. In a few months I’ll have to get a special shoe fitted for it.”

  I reached down and began massaging his penis; slowly at first and then faster as I saw the smile form on this face. “Perhaps I can help that growth along” I said. He hardened almost instantly on that. I slipped my legs over the arms of his chair and guided him into me. His strong arms held me tightly as he began furiously thrusting to depths that I’ve never felt before. I’ve spent a lot of time sitting in expensive chairs during boring meeting after boring meeting, but this was certainly the most comfortable I’ve ever been in a chair.

  I’m not really sure how long we spent in that position, him thrusting rhythmically, me just trying to keep from blacking out from the sheer waves of pleasure he was causing. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, his mouth moved from kissing me to my breasts. It was all both of us could stand, and we exploded together, with me collapsing into a sweaty heap on his chest when our simultaneous orgasms finally abated.

  “Thank you Brianna,” he said softly. “That was the first time I’ve been with a woman since the accident. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to fit back into society properly.”

  I gave him a wry smile. “Well, you certainly fit into me just fine.” And that was the evening I spent with “Three-Leg Larry”.

  An Unexpected Tryst

  Still reeling from the other night’s madness, I sat down on the sofa in my empty living room, flicking through the channels. Maury on one channel - 12 DNA tests and still no closer to the father. “What a slut” I thought to myself, “Probably on welfare, me paying for those 12 ugly ass kids of hers!”. Next was some local News programme with what’s-his-face doing the Weather. Another day with nothing but rain and clouds! More and more channels whizz by, older ladies in courtrooms, trailer trash drinking liquor, blah blah blah.

  Nothing on the TV, rain beating hard on the windows, what was there to do? I adjusted my blouse which I was still wearing from the night before and ran my fingers over the pin Vincent had left me. How could I have been so fucking stupid! Why I went with the first guy to pay me any attention, I don’t know.

  I got up and walked towards the kitchen because at times like these I always reach for my secret stash - my drug of choice - my bumper box of truffle chocolates. I don’t even remember who gave them to me, it was just some guy on one of those speed dating nights I setup for work. I was about to start eating them when something better caught my attention from out the corner of my eye.

  I stared at it for a moment transfixed… The glow from the recently fitted halogen lights that cute guy recommended when he came round and installed the garbage disposal, seemed to make it glisten. I remember when he was packing away his tools, I wanted to give him a tip for all his hard work, but was low on cash. What else was I supposed to do? I thanked him and poured him a glass of bourbon as I started to stroke his arm. It only took a couple of sips before I was on my knees unzipped his jeans, and taking his sweaty tool in my mouth. His hands were flat behind him on my counter as I took a firm grip on his thick shaft, and he arched his back thrusting his hips forward deeper and moaning as I worked my stuff on his power tool! I stood up and started licking his exposed nipples as he pulled down my panties and slipped it in my now wet pussy.

  My mind had drifted so I shook myself to and regained my focus. I won’t deny I was tempted by it. “I shouldn’t really, I give into these things far too easily and always regret it after.” Time seemed to stall as I cast my gaze upon it, up and down. I remember my mouth opening wider and my breathing quickened - the sound of the rain se
emed to just fade away and I felt a rush all over my body. Before I knew what I was doing, I moved towards it and grabbed it with both hands.

  I wrapped my slender fingers, with my still perfectly manicured nails around the base of it. I remembered the last time I had resorted to this most desperate of acts, but had forgotten the weight of the thing. With a tight grip on it, I moved my digits up higher and higher until they had reached the top, and I began to slowly work my hands around it.

  Rather than stand at the worktop, I returned to the sofa and lay down getting myself nice and comfortable. Picking up a Cushion, and placing it under my head, and undoing a few of the buttons on my blouse to give my breasts a bit of freedom, I continued turning and twisting it. I started to moan as I struggled to get at that delicious white and creamy goodness inside. Thin with a glorious click, it was open.

  I knew it was wrong, I knew I would regret it in the morning, but when I felt that wonderfully rich Brandy Cream slip down my throat, I began to moan as I swallowed. I wish now I had taken the few seconds to heat it up before devouring it, after all there is nothing better than warm sticky cream sliding down your esophagus. After eating it all I noticed the rain had stopped and there I was still smelling of him, feeling fat and disgusting, and now with splashes of cream over me.

  I threw the jar into the trash, and wiped off some of the cream that had spurted on my face. I thought it may be Vincent coming back to collect his boxer shorts, which were still hanging from the ceiling fan. I made myself look a bit more presentable, my hair was a mess! I was going to give him a piece of my mind about walking out like a boy who had done something wrong, and would make damned sure he would leave knowing this was one pussy he wouldn’t be slipping back into!

  I turned the handle and opened the door slowly to find what could only be described as the most scally, and trashiest workman you could imagine. His overalls seemed to be caked in dust and dirt. Not in a bad way, but just dirty enough to know he was good with his hands. He looked at me with such bright green eyes, and I noticed his gaze moved down to my tits. I hadn’t noticed there were some drips of the cream on them, but before I could wipe it off, he opened his mouth and in a beautiful Irish accent asked me “Any chance I could use your toilet love?”

  I took a moment to take him all in, glancing him up and down. I wanted to tell him he could use whatever he wanted. His brown hair with blonde highlights was glistening wet from the rain and I could feel myself feeling a little weak in the knees. “Sure, come this way” I said in a rather whispered tone. It was like my mind was on automatic, I had given up all control.

  “Looks like you had a fun night, did you have a party?” he said as he walked through the door and stepped over the pile of cushions still scattered over the floor. “Oh yea, I haven’t had a chance to tidy up yet” I said, wanting, and not wanting him to know that all this mess was just the two of us. We walked down the hallway and as we approached the bathroom, he glanced up at the fan. “I guess you throw pretty wild parties then” he said with a smile as he turned and walked in.

  I stood at the door wanting to look in at him as I heard the splashes of him pissing into the bowl. I started rubbing my pussy thinking about him holding that thick cock, and wanting to be there stroking it. I could feel the wetness when I heard him flush and he stepped out and looked at me. “Thanks, I was really busting for that” he said with a sigh of relief. “Fancy a little drop of something before you go?” I asked him. “I wouldn’t say no” he replied. Oh how I wanted to put that to the test.

  We walked back into the kitchen and I told him to pick whatever he wanted. I gave him a glass and he walked over to the counter. I stood back staring at his nice firm ass and then I took a risk and moved over behind him and started to wrap my arms around his torso. He put down the glass and bottle he was holding and turned around to face me. Without another word said we were kissing each other. I could feel his dick getting harder as his tongue was invading my mouth, and my pussy was now ready to take him in. I started to undo the buttons on his work clothes as he started moving his hands onto my ass, the sounds of heavy breaths from both of us made me all the more horny.

  His overalls came down and to my surprise he had gone commando, as if he was waiting for me, my own unwrapped gift! I found myself back in the same spot as last night, only this time, I was in control, I wasn’t being used, I didn’t feel ashamed - Vincent was like a long forgotten memory. As I felt his cock throb inside me and I looked down at him with his eyes closed, layed out on the floor moaning, I moved up and down groaning with every thrust. I looked up at that ceiling fan as I pushed down hard on his sweaty chest as I felt myself reaching climax, and I smiled. Who needs Vincent anyway, the fucker, or Roman, what a bastard! As I came I looked back down at my fuck toy and it dawned on me - I hadn’t even asked his name. And I wasn’t going to get the chance to either because I felt that warm spunk shoot from his cock as he cried out “Oh fuck!”.

  After a shower, the guy left and there I was alone again, but satisfied. It dawned on me, this is what it is like for those who use the website. The names are probably all fake and you know what you are on there for. Who wants to find one man, when there are thousands out there. Sometimes you want an anonymous hookup like that to screw it to those who have fucked you over, and just to fulfill that urge. Why shouldn’t I get a little taste of my own ‘dogfood’ every now and then, especially now I am done working for that site!

  Summer Fun

  I was across the street from the Diamond Club, at the coffee house, hoping to get some work done when a summer intern I recognized from FullyDateable came in and, with a bit of hesitation, walked toward me like she was either going to kill me or get on her knees and beg. Frankly, I couldn’t tell.

  As she approached, I recognized her. Her name was Sarah Miller and she was shy, but both beautiful and talented. She dressed like most of her age, probably better, although today it seemed she had slacked a bit.

  “Briana? Can I talk to you?” she said even more timidly than I remembered her talking.

  “Yes? I’m not too busy,” I said. I really hoped she was on the clock, I’d talk to her all day on Roman’s dime.

  “I was wondering if you could take a look at something,” again timidly.

  “What is it?”

  “Well, you seem you like you’ve done really well, and I want to do well too… I have a business plan I made as part of a project for my marketing class - could you take a look at it for me? I’d like to start my own business one day.”

  I skimmed the abstract, and it looked surprisingly good.

  “You know, there’s a place across the street - we could meet there and I could take a close look - I like what I’ve seen so far, but I’ve only skimmed.”

  “When would…”

  “ In an hour would be fine - it’s called the Diamond Club,” she was a sweet girl, but I’m not terribly patient, as it turns out.

  We met at the Diamond Club around 3:30 (she must have left early), and I looked over her business plan.

  It was almost a direct competitor to FullyDateable, but with more emphasis on social media - you could even integrate it with Hooter and see your hoots from the site.

  “You know, I think I know someone that might be interested in this kind of thing, but I’d rather talk to him from home. Come over and I’ll see if he can meet us or do a conference call,” I said.

  She smiled shyly.

  Frankly, it had been a long day and I needed to relax, so after directing her to the couch, I wasted no time.

  “You know, you’re very pretty,” I said. She blushed.

  I put my hand on her leg. “I don’t think he’ll be ready to take a call until around 5:00, so why don’t we do something fun?” I said.

  I began running my hand across her body, up to her chest, down her side to her leg. She looked both confused and very turned on.

  “O… OK” She said.

  I brushed her hair out of her faced and gave her a soft kis
s on the lips, and then the neck. As the kissing grew more intense she began breathing harder. I took off her shirt and pushed her into a laying position. With one swift motion I unclasped her bra.

  She began to breath deeper and harder.

  I gently ran my thumbs around her nipples, slowly, methodically. They were quickly hard. I gently kissed her lips again, and worked down to her nipples, slowly running my tongue over Sarah’s hard, pink nipples. As her eyes had been closed for a while at this point - she enjoyed the attention - I reached under the cushion and grabbed my pair of handcuffs. She didn’t seem to expect it, but it only turned her on more. She began to lightly rub up against my leg, and it seemed she was done with being teased.

  I ran my hand down, and began rubbing her lightly through her panties. Apparently she was even more turned on than I would have expected. I continued to play with her nipples as I worked off her jean shorts. Taking them off, along with her panties, I put a single finger in - teasing her a little. I was really getting turned on with how exciting she was getting, and how beautiful she was. I was so busy I hadn’t really had a chance to take a good luck.

  She was slim, but her breasts were that perfect size, and her hips were almost as impressive. Somewhat disturbingly, she reminded me of myself at that age.

  I began going faster with one finger before inserting two. She began thrusting more with her pelvis towards my fingers. She was definitely liking it. I began gently licking her clit. She moaned quietly. continuing to use my fingers with a bit of a twisting motion and pushing up - that’s how I had always liked it, although I’d never had a woman do it - I kind of wondered if that made it any different.