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TWENTY-SIX

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Taryn

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I didn’t think it could be possible that I’m even more nervous than I was the first time I came here.

Well, not here. Apparently, the Mile High Rooms move around each month, and I’m starting to see the reasoning behind the secrecy of the app and why you aren’t allowed to share it with anyone.

Carter tells the bouncer the password, holds up his phone while the guy scans the app, then tells him to go inside. I do the same and then behind me, Carter’s friend Declan does as well, then we enter. As soon as we’re inside, Declan breaks off on his own and heads straight for the bar set up at the far end of what I can only assume is an empty or abandoned one-story office building. The carpeting is definitely industrial and quite ugly with swirled patterns in it and the walls are a plain white.

That’s the only thing plain about it, though. Like before, there is station after station of people doing various sexual things with and to each other with dozens of others in fancy clothing standing around watching with cocktails in their hands. The smell of sex, alcohol, and bodies is strong and heavy in the air.

Obviously, it’s the first time I’m here with Carter on an actual date, and he holds my hand as we look around.

“What do you want to do first?” he asks.

“That’s kind of a weird question. We’re not at an amusement park,” I reply cheekily.

He grabs my ass. “Punishment for sass it is, then,” he growls in my ear.

“Let’s just watch,” I suggest with a laugh, pointing at the stations. I won’t lie and say that I haven’t thought often about what I’d seen last time. I would have dreams about it, that I was one of the participants. It was a huge turn-on.

“As you wish,” he says, kissing my hand. “Want a drink?”

“Yes, red wine,” I reply.

I’m surprised when he leaves me alone to head to the bar. I turn to the first station where a pale woman is secured to a life-size leather-padded black X, her wrists tied to the top of each point and her ankles cuffed to the bottom points. She’s naked, save for the silky black blindfold around her eyes and a thin gold waist chain slung across her hips. A naked dark-skinned man with a lot of muscles and a huge dick uses a feather to run across her taut nipples. Her red-painted mouth is open as she lets the sensations run over her. Since her legs are spread open, he takes the feather and runs it across her vagina. Then, he grabs a riding crop and whips it. She flinches but smiles.

Ouch. That doesn’t look like fun.

Quickly after, he gestures to a man I hadn’t noticed sitting behind him. This one’s also nude and pale and looks to where the other man is pointing. He quickly goes over to her and puts his face between her legs, using his thumbs to spread her lips apart, and begins spearing his tongue in and out of her. Her vagina is red from the whipping and I’m assuming he’s soothing the pain with some very delicious-looking cunnilingus.

I squirm a little in my leather skirt. I have no panties on and worry I’ll get too aroused and start to drool my own juices down my leg.

Carter returns with our drinks and hands me my wine glass. I take a sip and am satisfied with the earthy sweet tones of the liquor.

“You enjoying the show?” he whispers in my ear.

I nod as I sip. “Yes. That X is a very clever invention. He has access to every part of her except her backside.”

“It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross,” he replies.

I laugh that I share a name with it, and then look up at him. “Really? Doesn’t look like a cross.”

“It was named for St. Andrew in the Bible. He didn’t feel worthy to be crucified like Christ so he asked for this instead.”

“I’m glad someone in my family didn’t develop it,” I say my eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Funny,” he replies dryly.

I study the design. “Well, most crucifixion deaths are from suffocation from hanging, so I wonder how he died on that type of cross.”

“Not sure, just telling you where the name was derived from,” he replies.

“How blasphemous,” I reply.

He chuckles. “When you put it that way, I guess it is. It’s still very popular.”

“I can see why.”

We move to the next station and I accidentally bump into someone. Wine splashes on my chest and Carter looks down at my ample breasts almost spilling out of the black leather and lace tank top. Without a word, he leans down and licks it off the swell of my breasts and between my cleavage.

I shudder, the anticipation growing.

We walk down the row of stations and stop by one where two women are pleasuring one man. One is sucking him off while lying underneath him, the other has a large purple vibrator and is sliding it in and out of his ass. She’s using her other hand to finger the woman giving him head, her legs spread wide. He looks completely overwhelmed and I can only imagine how much he’s going to explode into her mouth.

“Do you like that?” I ask Carter, pointing to the dildo.

“Like, on me?” he clarifies.

I dip my head once. “Yep.”

“Yes, I do. It’s wonderful for stimulating the prostate as I’m about to come.”

“Let’s try it then,” I whisper in his ear.

“We will,” he replies. “Meanwhile, would you like to be in a station and let people watch us? It would be a huge turn-on.”

I stare at him in horror. “Absolutely not.”

He laughs. “Why? Are you shy?”

“Maybe I am. Plus, I thought you said you’d kill anyone who even looked at me.”

“I said I’d kill anyone who touches you. Nobody is going to touch you if we do that, they’ll just watch,” he says.

I bite my lip and continue walking, where there is just a man and woman fucking. He’s got a firm grip on her long blonde curls while he rams into her from behind, her large breasts bouncing furiously while she moans like a porn star, her long false eyelashes casting a shadow on her cheeks as her eyes close.

“Wow, this is the tamest I’ve seen,” I comment so only Carter can hear.

“Yeah, it’s kinda rare to just see two, but—”

Guess I spoke too soon. A completely naked man with a huge hard-on walks up to the woman and shoves his cock right into her mouth and begins to pump while he leans over her and kisses the other man on the mouth.

“You were saying?” Carter says, chuckling.

“To answer your question, no, not comfortable with being watched,” I say, finishing the rest of my drink.

He grabs the glass and hands it to a passing waiter dressed in a tuxedo, and leads me to a hallway of rooms.

“Good evening, sir. Ten, five, four, and one are open,” the attendant informs us.

“Empty?” he asks the man.

“Four has two women who want company. The rest are empty,” he replies.

We go all the way down to ten, where the room has painted black walls and a big red silky bed in the middle, toys and instruments hang in a wardrobe with the doors open. Lube and towels are on a table beside it. Similar to the other place.

“Get on the bed and take your fucking clothes off,” he demands as soon as he locks the door. “Leave the shoes on.”

“Okay...” I say, silently thrilled at his bossiness as I obey and toss off my leather skirt and tank top. I lie down on the bed, leaving my strappy open-toe stilettos on, and open my legs.

I watch as Carter rummages through the drawer in the wardrobe and pulls out a small box. He opens it up and tosses the box into a nearby trash can. My eyes widen when he holds up a pink vibrator. It must come ready to use because he flicks it to life and it lights up and begins vibrating violently.

“Where do you want this?” he asks with a mischievous smile.

I grin back wickedly at him. “You choose.”

“Before we start, would you like to experiment with being watched?” He points to a small box window with the slider down. It’s on the opposite wall from the hallway where we entered so they must have more secret rooms behind here where people can watch.

I decide it’s dark enough in here that I could be myself and let loose, so I shrug. “Sure, why not?”

He smiles and picks up a remote control I hadn’t noticed before, pushing a button, causing the slider to skate up. There’s a mirrored glass partition where we can’t see them, but apparently, they can see us. Even better.

Carter comes back to the bed and dips a finger in my pussy before licking the juices off. “So wet and ready,” he murmurs.

Then, he puts the vibrator gently to my wet hole and I throw my head back. He slowly slides it up to my clit, which causes my back to bow off the bed and my nipples to pebble. “Oh, yes...”

Now, I’ve obviously used my own toys at home, but there is something about this toy and having Carter use it, and the knowledge that someone is probably watching that really sends me over the edge. Once Carter puts two fingers inside me and rolls the tip of the toy over my clit, I’m panting, on the edge of a very intense climax. Suddenly, he removes the vibrator and trails it down to my ass, where he toys with its tip against my forbidden hole.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass with this,” he says, going back up, shoving it into my vagina, where I pant in pleasure again. “Relax your pelvic muscles.” Then, he uses my juices to slowly insert it into my ass. I grip the sheets at the sensation, expecting pain but getting none. He very carefully pulls it in and out, and uses his other hand to rub the tip of his cock against my very swollen clit.

“Fuck,” I pant. “I’m gonna come, baby. Oh, my God.” I grip the sheets and explode, writhing as the toy tickles something inside my ass causing me to clench and come hard while his dick rubs my swollen bundle of nerves.

The vibrator is removed and suddenly Carter’s cock slides into my pussy. He groans in delight and I grip his ass as he leans up to capture a breast into his mouth while he pumps in and out of me.

I moan softly, already ready to come again, yet still riding the high of the last climax. I raise my hips to meet his as his breaths become more strained and come quicker.

“Yes,” I groan as he picks up speed, sliding his dick over my clit in just the right spot as our hips meet.

Then, very slowly, he pulls out of me. I open my eyes to see him staring down at me with hooded lids before he grabs the still-vibrating toy and gets up to clean it off with something he finds in the dresser, then squirts lube from a bottle all over it. I watch as he walks back over to me, his thick cock bobbing as he strides toward me, the toy dripping with lube. He squats on the bed and puts the toy up to his ass.

“Put it inside me,” he demands. “Slowly.”

I obey and his eyes roll back in his head.

Then, he lies on his back and spreads his legs. He pulls me over him, where I easily slide down onto his solidly hard dick.

I can feel the vibrations up into my body and it feels strange and good at the same time. I plant my feet flat on the bed and rise up off his dick, not quite letting it exit me, then I slam back down, rolling my hips each time I do.

Carter grips my hips, his breaths coming faster now as he watches himself enter me over and over, my cream covering his dick. He reaches up a hand to roll my nipple between his fingers.

My head falls back as another wave of pleasure rockets through me and another climax overtakes me. I cry out and feel Carter harden inside of me.

“I’m so close,” he pants out.

On my last rise up off his cock, I remove myself and quickly jump between his legs. I seal my mouth over his impossibly hard dick, tasting myself, and then grab the vibrator and push it further into his ass. He immediately explodes in my mouth, my hand working him up and down furiously as I feel his cum splash the back of my throat.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, collapsing in a boneless heap on the bed. I remove the toy and toss it onto the floor. Then, I use the remote to close the peepshow window and lie down next to my man so we can recover our breath before we vacate the room.

“I love you, Carter,” I whisper, laying my head on his heaving chest.

He kisses the top of my head. “I love you, Taryn.”