Free At the Club by Trixie Yale Page A

fuck your mouth. Keep playing with my
pussy."
    Quinn nodded, and practically melted when she
thrust in and out of his mouth. His fingers briefly lost, then
found her clit and he rubbed it in slow circles, then fast ones,
then varied the pressure until she moaned again. Tentatively, he
slipped his fingers into her dripping pussy, pushing them in and
moving them around a bit. She was tight inside, but Quinn already
knew that from the fucking he had given her last week.
    Robyn gasped, and felt even more electric
tendrils centered on her groin. "Oh my god," Robyn moaned, "Keep
doing that." She bucked, fucking his mouth with almost wild abandon
for a few seconds more, and then relaxed. "And suck it. Suck my
hard cock." Robyn panted, her legs spread to allow Quinn to keep
with his ministrations.
    "Yes Mistress." Quinn said spontaneously as
he did as he was ordered. With gusto, he licked and sucked, and
rubbed.
    Robyn shuddered. "Oh, I'm your Mistress? I
like that." She groaned, the pressure now building intensely in her
cock and cunt. "You might make your Mistress come, I bet you like
that idea." Suddenly she yanked his head off her cock. "Say it. I
want to hear you beg me to let you make me come."
    Quinn looked up at her with big brown eyes.
"Please, Mistress. Let me make you come." He begged in this soft
mewling way. It was a complete contrast to their first meeting,
where he never spoke gentler than an order. "I want to feel your
spunk hit my throat and make me swallow. I want you to scream my
name as you come around my fingers. Please, Mistress, will you do
that?" Quinn was rubbing her clit and licking her tip as best he
could.
    All throughout the dirty monologue, Robyn's
entire lower half was on fire, the pressure building and building.
But she was able to keep herself together, and stopped the powerful
orgasm from reaching its conclusion. "No." Robyn panted, slumping
back in her seat. She grinned at Quinn's crushed look. "I'm in
charge, remember?" Robyn drew Quinn's head closer, gently stroking
it. "But, maybe I'll do something good for you?" She looked around.
"Maybe I'll fuck you." Robyn hoped he would say yes. She was very
horny, and blue-balls would probably set in, even if there weren't
any balls to turn blue. "Turn around and get on all fours if that’s
what you want."
    Quinn didn't have to be told twice.
Gracefully he turned around and got on his hands and knees. He
wiggled his ass at her, showing her both his heavy full balls, and
the vaginal slit behind them. "Please mistress? Will you fuck
me?"
    Robyn got down on her knees as well, the need
to come subsiding just a little bit. It was there enough to focus
her attention on being a good top for Quinn. She eyeballed his
slit, and ran her finger along the outside to find his little
button. "Mm, I want to fuck that…but…" Robyn's finger danced up,
dipping in his pussy just a little to get some of his precious
juices. She then rubbed just the very outside of Quinn's pink
asshole. "This might be a lot more fun." Gently Robyn dipped her
fingertip just barely inside of him. "What do you say, my dear
slave?" Robyn's skin prickled delightfully at the title she gave
him.
    Quinn merely answered with a moan. His cock
was stiff, and his pussy was glinting with moisture in the lights
of the club.
    Robyn leaned down, and brought her tongue
against Quinn's pussy. She lapped at it, enjoying the pleasantly
sweet taste. Her tongue slipped in just a little bit, smearing her
face with pre-come. Much as she wanted to continue, Robyn knew that
she had promised a particular order to things, and by god she was
going to deliver. She wanted Quinn to feel good. She wanted to make
Quinn feel good, like he had done for her the previous week.
Robyn's tongue traced a delicate path up, and lightly tickled the
puckered entrance.
    Again, Quinn moaned. "Please, lick my asshole
Mistress. Make it ready for your huge cock." Quinn was a switch
through and through. Last week, he had been demanding Robyn