Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine. (See “Free Audios” page if you’d rather listen.)
Walking into the club is like walking into a wall of sound – the music, the loud chatter and laughter – the general buzz of excitement. I’m aware of you behind me – buzzing right along. It’s some time since you’ve been allowed to accompany me anywhere and your excitement is palpable. People turn to watch us come in, you following a couple of paces behind me, and I’m immediately aware of one person in particular looking us both up and down. Her gaze is frankly admiring when it’s directed towards you – challenging when she looks at me. I know what she’s thinking – “Who does this bitch think she is?” I also know that I’m very slightly overdressed for this place in my understated little black dress, sheerest black stockings and high heeled black suede pumps. I’m wearing my hair piled on the top of my head and diamonds sparkle in my ears. My fragrance insinuates its way into the senses of anyone nearby and threatens to intoxicate. The blonde woman standing at the bar takes in every inch of you – your good looks, your expensive shoes and watch and makes it quite obvious that she finds you worth challenging me for. We find ourselves a table and you order champagne without having to be told – for once! I know you’re on your best behaviour. You haven’t been allowed an orgasm for weeks now and I know that you’re still holding something of a grudge about the punishment I’ve meted out lately – punishment for who knows what? I sit back and prepare to watch the fun I’m confident is about to commence. Sure enough, I don’t have long to wait before I see you and the blonde exchanging at first discreet glances, and then smiles. I must admit that she’s good looking – if you like that sort of thing. Long blonde hair that could almost be natural, lovely tits – in fact the best that money can buy – and obviously not bright enough to be intimidating. So all things considered, I’m not surprised that you’re feeling in the mood for a little revenge – especially since you already had a couple of drinks before we got here. I tell you that I’ve seen some friends across the room and leave the table, finding a spot close enough to watch you but in a corner dark enough that you can’t see me. It only takes a minute for the blonde to join you at the table and begin flirting with you – tossing that hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs and making sure you get a good look into her deep cleavage. At some point I see you laugh and thrust your hand into that cleavage as if to test the depth. She doesn’t seem to mind. It’s not long before your hand is sliding up her legs, under her skirt and probing her panties. Assuming she’s wearing any of course. I know you must be excited and nervous – how far can you get before I come back and find you? I smile to myself as I watch you, a passing male misunderstands the smile and begins to approach me. I shrivel him with a look and he slinks away like a whipped dog. When I look back at you I’m a little surprised to see how far you’ve progressed. The blonde is on her knees between your thighs, undoing your pants. Your cock springs out to greet her – already hard from the anticipation and the sense of urgency. You waste no time in pushing her head down, forcing your cock into the back of her throat with one thrust. You close your eyes and tilt back your head – a groan I can’t hear escaping from your mouth. I watch your back arch as you try to thrust your hard throbbing cock even further down her throat as she begins a slow rhythmic sucking. The music pulsates in time to the bobbing of her head, the throbbing of your swollen prick. You’ve begged me for months now to take your cock in my mouth and I’ve always refused, although I’ve teased you on many occasions almost to the point of tears – my mouth so close to the tip of your cock that you can feel my warm breath caressing it, but always moving away with a laugh. The blonde looks up at you with her shiny red mouth full of cock and I see a look of triumph in her eyes. LOL – I’ll bet she thinks you’re thinking about HER. Her hands stroke your cock, cup and squeeze your balls as she sucks. I know how full those balls must be, how you must want to just let go and let your cock pump all that pent-up cum and frustration into her willing mouth. The pleasure would be doubly sweet, wouldn’t it? The pleasure of that orgasm so long denied with a touch of revenge to enhance the sensation. I drain my glass and walk towards the door. I have to pass your table and as I do so, without pausing, without missing a step, without even glancing your way, I snap my fingers *snap* and hear the blonde gasp as your cock is yanked unceremoniously from her mouth. You must have caught your hard cock against her teeth, or perhaps it’s difficult to stuff your hard dick back into your pants, because I hear you say “ouch” under your breath. I smile my secret smile again as I hear you zip up your pants and scramble to follow me. As you catch up and fall in behind me I hiss softly at you “Just wait until I get you home…” and laugh softly – imagining just how blue those balls of yours must be now…
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