Her face and red hair plastered with cum, the torn remnants of her slutty dress in a crumpled heap on the floorboards of the limo, Gwen’s libido exploded in fury, consuming her psyche, commanding her body, and forcing all thoughts, except sexual ones, from her mind. The broad, leather collar around her neck made her feel possessed, a constant reminder that she had voluntarily submitted her will, relinquishing it to another’s sexual whims. That made her overpowering lust ignite even further. Lying in the back seat, the fuzziness of her fur coat, her only remaining garment, made her look enticing and terribly slutty as she fingered herself with wild abandon, more sex, infinite orgasms, endless debauchery, her only desire.
Utterly lost in lusty desire and with no plans to find her way back, Gwen continued fingering her volcanic cunt, plunging her fingers into her pleasure hole as hard as she could.
“Uh, mmm, ooh, ah,” were the only vocalizations she could form.
Losing all perception of the world around her, her burning, horny desire, her only universe, Gwen didn’t notice that Audrey had only driven a short distance and pulled the car into a vacant parking lot. Mid-orgasm, Gwendolyn realized they’d stopped moving. She blinked her eyes several times to clear out her orgasmic tears.
“Driver, why have we stopped?” Gwen inquired, still moaning and fingering herself.
When the rear door opened, she shrieked in surprise—not scared, just startled—and Audrey, no longer smiling, climbed into the spacious rear of the vehicle.
“Gwen,” Audrey began, her voice even and soft. “We need to have a serious discussion.”
The slutty redhead stopped frenetically plunging her soaked fingers in and out of her pouring pussy, but she kept her fingers buried as she sat upright, turning to face Audrey. She anxiously chewed on her bottom lip, her body still quaking with horny lust. Still moaning, her breath coming in panting heaves, she nodded.
Audrey looked her client over, shaking her head, mesmerized at how sexy she was in a brazenly slutty way, then continued.
“You need to know that this club is a private club, so there are no rules. It’s members only, and anything goes.”
“Is this like a swingers’ club?”
“Some people like to swap, some watch, some indulge their kinks, but it’s just an adult club where people can have fun, get sexy, and do whatever they want.”
“Kinky, fetish, sex club? I’m so in!” Gwen, no longer able to contain her rutting desires, began slowly fucking her oozing cunt, once more overrun with needy, horny desire. Audrey tried to maintain her composure, but the masturbating redhead, looking so enticing wearing just fur-topped boots and her fur jacket, was very distracting. “What goes on there?”
“People have all sorts of sex,” the chauffeur paused, briefly. “But it’s also like a regular nightclub with dancing, drinks, food, just people fucking and sucking each other, enjoying their fetishes., and things like that.”
“I gathered that… oh, fuck. I’m going to cum, again. Why did we stop?”
“You need a safe word in case things get too scary for you. Pick one.”
“Orange. Nothing rhymes with it, so it will be easy to hear when I’m screaming. I doubt I’ll need it, though.”
“Now, are you sure that you consent to going? Any other questions?”
In response, Gwen pulled her fingers out of her molten cunt and raised her dripping hand, holding it between their faces. Quickly, she extended her hand and gently wiped her sex juice all over the short brunette’s face and lips. Gwen then giggled and brought her face close to Audrey’s, slowly and seductively licking her nectar off the other woman’s face.
As she gently exhaled hot, moist breath onto the dominatrix’s flesh, making Audrey sigh and moan quietly, Gwen kissed, then licked her way all across the now-panting woman’s face, gently gnawing on her pouting lips, then kissing her way elsewhere with torturous effect. Audrey, who had always been in the commanding role, melted into Gwen’s arms, slumping into their embrace. When the redhead’s hands traveled from the pixie-like woman’s back to her ass, squeezing it tenderly, Audrey moaned loudly. Gwen’s lips sucked in the short woman’s earlobe, her teeth gently grazing it.
“Oooh, mmm,” Audrey cooed when Gwen’s probing tongue flicked over her ear.
“I have a few questions,” Gwen moaned, huskily whispering into her driver’s ear. “What’s in it for you?”
Rather than let the woman answer, Gwen’s hands left the woman’s shapely behind, caressing her nubile hips, cupping and squeezing her breasts through the latex catsuit.
“Um, well, I get…fuck, what are you doing?”
Gwen had teased the chauffeur’s tits to engorged excitement, the young woman’s nipples poking through the skin-tight, shiny BDSM gear. When Audrey began responding, Gwen smiled, seductively, and gripped the front zipper, pulling it down in a smooth, fluid motion.
“I’m doing this. You know you want me to,” Gwen whispered, her arousal making her voice breathy with aroused sighs.
The horny redhead’s hand plunged inside of the now-open bondage suit and quickly descended the driver’s taut, firm stomach until it found the hot wetness beneath it. Audrey’s clit was hot and swollen, and Gwen’s deft, soaked fingers began rubbing and flicking it, eliciting loud moans as Audrey’s hands tightly gripped Gwen’s back, the brunette’s body no longer able to hold her up. Gwen ran a finger along her slit, feeling the liquid heat pouring out.
“Now, tell me,” Gwen said softly but with authority. “What’s in this for you? Is it because you want to fuck me?”
“Oh, aah, mmm, ooh… well…”
“Confess, whore. You want my cunt.”
Gwen redoubled her efforts, her fingers accelerating into a blur over her Domme’s clit. Audrey’s body was rocking back and forth, her spine clenching into an impassioned curve, then straightening as she humped her overheating sex against her client’s hand.
“Yes,” she confessed, moans following. “I want you!”
“For how long?”
“Since that first night. Please, don’t stop. You were so free and powerful. I masturbated to you all night.”
Gwen smiled victoriously. “Is that why you’re always my driver when I book your company? You want to fuck me?”
“Please…”
“Answer me, or I’ll stop, Audrey.”
“YES! Please, please don’t stop. Please, let me cum. I want you—need your body. You’re so fun and fucking hot. I need to own you, control you, have you.”
Hearing that, Gwen slowed her pace, making her fingering lighter. Audrey screamed in frustration.
“Who’s in control?” Gwen countered.
“Y-you are! Please let me cum.”
“Tell me that you need to lick my cunt, and I’ll let you have an orgasm.” Gwen sped her fingers up, making the smaller woman nearly collapse. She held her there, at the cusp of an intense orgasm, teetering on rapture’s summit. All Audrey could do was pant, sigh, and moan. Her fingers dug into Gwendolyn's back so hard they hurt the redhead’s flesh. The somewhat sharp pain mixed with her erotic arousal, making the horny vixen crave more sex-induced pain.
“I need to lick your pussy. Please, make me cum.” Audrey begged, her voice breaking in her heat.
“Cunt. Say it right, or I’ll stop.”
“Cunt! Your fucking cunt. I need to lick your fucking cunt.”
“You have your sub’s permission to cum, Mistress. Cum for me, you fucking slut. Soak my fingers with your reward for being a good slut.”
Their faces only centimeters from the other’s, the two women locked eyes as Gwen increased the speed and force of her fingers over Audrey’s swollen clit. Conversation was impossible; Audrey was on sexual autopilot.
“Fuck, shit, cunts, fuck, cumming… oooh, uh, uh, uh!”
Audrey collapsed into Gwen’s nude body, shudders running up and down her body in waves that began at the top of her head, then coursed down to her curling toes. The latex-clad woman flailed about, her limbs flopping one way, her body another. Gwen kept up the intensity of her clitoral assault, riding the brunette’s pleasure until the soul-wrenching blasts had calmed down to the nuclear level.
Audrey, having just had a mind-blowing orgasm under totally unexpected circumstances, just prolonged the embrace. She held her client tightly, feeling another level of arousal well up inside her from the heat emanating from Gwen’s flesh. Both women were panting in their passion.
“Now that we know where we stand, take this.” Gwen handed the leash, still attached to her collar, to the short chauffeur. “Now, drive me to the club and make me do whatever you want. I’m ready to be your fucking slut, fuck-toy.”
Audrey fell back onto the seat. Her skin glowed with that sexually sated sheen, and she was smiling a lazy, close-lipped smile. The pixie ran her hands up and down her body, the black latex looking very artistic, contrasting against her pale skin. Mewing and sighing, she took a few deep breaths, then zipped up her catsuit, donned her driver’s cap, and took the leash.
“Excellent, slut. Your safe word is orange. When we arrive, you shall obey my every word or be severely punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Gwen chuckled, her hands flying back between her legs as she started masturbating once again. “Hurry up! I’m so fucking horny.”
“How can you be so horny,” Audrey said, dumbfounded, as she put the limo in gear and pulled back onto the street. “You’ve been masturbating for over an hour, and you just got fucked.”
“Yes, exactly, foreplay. I want more—so much more. Driver, drive.”
“That’s Mistress, you dirty, horny slut.”
“I’m cumming again. Oh, fuck… Mistress.”
A few orgasms later, Audrey still glowing from her orgasm and Gwen so possessed by lust that she’d devolved into a fuck-toy, they arrived at the private club known as Area 51. A converted, spacious, old house with Victorian flair, the surrounding dwellings had been leveled long ago, a parking lot where they once stood. Painted in a shade of dark purple, colored lights shining upon it, the place had no signage other than a large, wooden plaque near the street entrance with “51” painted on both sides. A simple, black awning extended off the front door, covering the walkway, and two armed guards stood outside the huge, three-story building. As a private club, almost nobody in the area knew what it was for, who went there, or what happened behind the dark, closed doors.
Audrey parked the car, using up three parking spaces, then got out and opened the door for Gwen.
”You will walk straight, tall, and proud, behind me, slut. Leave the coat open, so everyone can see that you’re too worthless even to be allowed clothing.” she jerked the leash harshly, practically pulling the redhead out of the car.
“I still get to eat your ass if I behave, right?”
“Shut up, slave, and walk.”
Some women, nude in public and on full display, except for an open coat that didn’t even cover their butt, would have felt as if they were slowly marching to their doom. Gwen, however, skipped from the hired car toward the entrance. Her arousal-swollen tits bounced, her tingling nipples sending little, erotic jolts all over her flesh. The redhead tossed her hair with every bouncing step, a broad, slutty smile of excitement on her face.
The doormen were both intimidating figures, tall, burly, and looking as if they were ready for a combat scene in a blockbuster action movie. Despite their ominous appearance, they smiled and nodded as the two, sexy women approached, one of them holding the door open for them.
“Miss Audrey brought a playmate,” one of them said as he leered at Gwen’s nudity. “Love your coat,” he smirked to her, winking.
“I’m not a playmate! I’m Mistress’ fuck-toy.”
“Get inside, whore,” Audrey commanded, jerking the leash so hard that Gwen almost tripped mid-step.
The interior was not what Gwen had expected. Used to trolling the more nefarious nightclubs in search of willing flesh, the young, horny woman, basking in the glow of the patrons’ stares, was pleasantly surprised. Although inconspicuous, a few burly men, armed for combat, stood in various eaves and corners. The place wasn’t overly crowded, but it wasn’t barren, either. A few dozen people milled about in various states of dress and undress, many of them openly pleasuring each other or themselves. Outfits ranged from the suggestive to the slutty and scandalous, and Gwen wasn’t the only person there who was naked.
