Her Glory by QuercusGravitas

Her Glory by QuercusGravitas

After all, it was her idea.

I keep saying that to myself. I don’t feel guilty about winning. The anxiety I felt was just apprehension about putting her in a new situation. A situation that I know will challenge her, one that she has rejected before.

I won the bet, however. The deal was simple: if I get two bullseyes in a row at darts, she has to go through with what we previously agreed upon when we get to the club. She probably worked out the math in that beautiful intelligent head of hers. She did not account for how determined I was to be victorious when she calculated the risk of this wager.

And I won.

She smiled at me on the ride over, her gorgeous bare legs crossed tightly in her seat. She held onto my right arm as we drove from the bar to the club. She carried on a conversation as if nothing special was going to happen tonight. But I could feel the tension in her body. Her tanned and toned legs reflected the street lights as they zipped by, tempting my eyes as I drove. They will not look prettier than right at this moment, they will take a lot of abuse this evening. I looked forward to seeing them on the way home with the proof of our fun, in my truck, next to me.

I enjoyed watching her step down out of the truck and shimmy her tight skirt down her incredible thighs. I walked around and held out my arm to escort her through the parking lot. I took a moment to enjoy the view of her ass as we slowly meandered our way across the parking lot to the nondescript entrance of the club. The doorman scanned our IDs, nodded, and gestured for us to walk in.

The darkness of the interior of the club was punctuated by strobes that lit the whole first floor in frozen fractals of people in mid-frivolity. A very primal thump of bass-heavy electronic music was pounding out a wall of sound emanating from the tower of speakers near the dance floor. She leaned over and yelled into my ear, “One more drink. I will need one more drink at the bar first.” She was not one to use alcohol as a crutch, but I was putting her in a position where a little more courage may be necessary. I didn’t register a challenge to her demand, I simply escorted her to the bar and asked the bartender for two cocktail glasses. I produced my flask and poured ourselves a healthy dose of whiskey-flavored courage. She sat down in the chair next to me at the bar, turning to face the people laughing, having fun, and trying to carry conversations through the music. She sat with her legs crossed tightly.

We pulled at our drinks in almost silence. Every now and again she would look at me and smile. She was a good sport. I enjoyed being with her. Yet, this silence was awkward and difficult. I hated making things hard for her. Although, she did create and agree to the parameters of the bet. This is the justification that kept me firm on the idea of seeing this through. Though let me be honest, if I would have lost, it would be nothing for me to complete her proposed task for me, there are so many beautiful women in this club…

She interrupted my thought and broke my stare at one such voluptuous woman. Her smile was magnetic. Based on how that magnetic smile had transformed her energy from nervous to mischievous, I would guess that the alcohol had done its trick.

“You can back out now.” I offered as a truce. Hopefully, my tone was clear and she would not accept my offer.

“No, you won fair and square. Besides, it is time we do more than just look here.”

I could not agree more with her. I stood from the bar, offered my hand to her, and we went off on our adventure. We climbed the stairs, watching the topless and near-nude women dancing on the dance floor, consumed by the relentless bass, seemingly letting the rhythm intoxicate them. We walked past the giant bed in the open orgy room with its entangled mass of hedonistic flesh writhing together in open protest to the conformity of societal norms. Based on the whimpers, growls, moans, and groans… it sounded as if their demonstration was going quite well. Along the public room’s periphery, darkened figures frantically pleased themselves in the shadows surrounding the roiling mass of pleasured flesh just to emphatically prove the participant’s point.

Typically we were in those shadows. We would sit on the dark couch in the corner, watch the fun before us, quietly touching each other, kissing, and stroking ourselves until we had to retreat home to fuck our minds calm from our heightened state. We always vowed to participate in the club’s activities. Tonight, with this bet as our excuse, would be the night.

The row of six booths are demarcated by six doors along the hallway that leads to the bigger and more private rooms. The first four doors of the booths were closed. I felt a lump of disappointment starting to rise up in my throat. What if we arrived at the club too late to secure a booth? My question was almost immediately answered by the fourth door, as it was slightly ajar. I opened it cautiously and peeked inside the dark booth, finding it empty. I stepped in, she resisted slightly staying behind in the hallway.

“Maybe, we should wait for next weekend…” she started to offer.

“Oh no, a bet is a bet,” my tone was teasing, but I pulled her into the booth with me. As soon as she stumbled in, her five-inch heels caught on the flooring causing her to fall into my arms. My lips almost immediately found hers. I kissed her hard, my excitement could be felt in the urgency of my tongue, I was sure. She surrendered quickly, melting into my arms. I reached down and ran my hand inside her knee and up the smooth flesh of her thigh. I stopped when her excitement was warm and wet against the outside of my hand.

“Someone did not wear panties to the club,” I stated matter-of-factly.

“I wore them to the bar. They are in my purse now. I may put them back on later, let’s see how this goes first,” she said with that devilish smile reappearing on her face to defy the darkness. She is so fucking beautiful and sexy when that mischievous smile lifts the corners of her full lips. I moved my knee between her legs feeling her warm excitement bleed through the denim of my jeans. My hands wandered as I consumed her, my gorgeous, amazing woman.

My attention was on her, focused on my growing need and the electric buz of pleasure welling up inside of me. I didn’t notice the light come on in the hole in the wall adjacent to the door. She did. She pulled away from me and grinned. I found the dimmer light switch in our own booth, light flooded the small closet-sized space. The simple cement-painted floor was sparse save for the cushioned kneeler next to the four-inch diameter hole. The wall opposite the door had a window. The window looked out onto the public orgy room, we could see the mass of fun… but they could not see us. I slid the light switch down so that we could focus on bodies through the window.

I was so turned on with excitement when her hand slid down the front of my jeans. She struggled for a moment to push past my waistband and belt, however, her hand quickly found the base of my already pulsating cock. She got two magnificent strokes in the cramped quarters inside the crotch of my jeans before I caught her forearm with my hand.

“No ma’am, a bet is a bet. No takie-backies. There are consequences for doubting my dart-throwing skills!” my razzing dulled the edges of my firmness, but she knew that she was not getting out of the deal. She smiled at failing to make me waiver.

“Good. I was just testing you. In that case…”

She turned toward the wall by the door, kneeled on the cushion, and stuck two fingers into the hole. I watched stunned as a short, fat cock poked through the hole toward her face almmost immediately. She looked back at me with that evil grin, pausing for a moment as if waiting for me to back out of the bet I won.

She would have no such luck. I was too excited.

She cleared her throat, smacked her red lips, and freed her tongue. That amazing, strong tongue found the tip of the lucky cock. She teased the head, making it wet in the light of the room before sinking it into her mouth. She sucked loudly, slurping as she pushed her face almost to the wall, her lips disappearing to the other side of the mystery. I could hear a low moan on the other side. I know that moan, it is usually trembling through my own chest when she does this to me. This time I was hearing it in the third person from a stranger.

My cock lept inside of my jeans. Hearing her work on this mysterious cock, watching her ravenously consume him, and listening to his response to her attack was almost too much to bear. I could feel my own excitement already oozing through the denim. My hand instinctively found the outline of my reach. I stroked myself through my jeans as her head bobbed up and down on this poor little fat cock.

He stood no chance. In less than three minutes we heard a ginger knock-knock-knock on the wall. Her eyes widened as she glanced at me, then made a gulping noise as she pushed her lips through the hole. She made several more gulping noises as I watched her swallow several times. She finally pulled away, stretching a string of his cum from the tip of his cock to the corner of her mouth. She reached up and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“You are such a good little cum slut!” I said with admiration and pride. She smiled at me, cum still hanging from the corner of her mouth and chin. Fuck, she was beautiful.

I handed her cocktail glass over to her. She used her drink to wash down the last bits of his orgasm from her mouth. We heard the door next door open and close.

“He tasted so good, babe,” she informed me. “I love the way he shot that load into my mouth. I had to swallow, he was hitting way back there with his ropes of cum. They were sweet and creamy. Now I am so, so wet.” I stared at her grinning a wide grin, still tracing my hard cock through my jeans. I should have said something, but I was too stunned and excited to speak coherently. I stared, stroked my cock with one hand, and stroked her hair with the other.