Chance

I took a deep breath before leaning forward and bracing my hands against the wall, letting my body weight rest on my arms. I narrowed my eyes and saw a woman sitting on the bed, her back to the semi-transparent mirror, so that only I could see what was happening in the room.

I promised myself never to participate, but that woman stirred something inside of me, and it was nearly impossible to keep my cock in my pants from the minute I saw her. It was just a game, I knew, but it was still real. She really made me crave, and I know…he was an asshole to do that.

I couldn't want her.

I couldn't imagine fucking her.

But it was extremely difficult. And I knew she had to be a fucking masochist for liking this, because, seriously, who would want to self-promote like that?

The room was like a cabin in a larger room where other men could observe whoever was inside, and every now and then one would come in and satisfy her. There were six walls, all allowing perverts like me to see through them while one of us fucked the woman.

Cherry.

That was her name.

I swear I'm going to hell for doing this. I slid my hand along the glass wall and unzipped it, tucking my hand inside my underwear. A guy walked in, took off his pants, and stood in front of Cherry, who stood with her back to me, hands tied behind her back.

- Wants to play? he asked—I know you want to. She nodded, moaning softly. The man hadn't taken off the mask, which protected her identity, and when he bent Cherry to shove his cock into her mouth, I bit my bottom lip.

I was a fucking pervert, but for some reason, I loved it all. Since Lauren was in an accident six months ago, my sex life has gone from humdrum to meager, and don't judge me, I love her, but no one can live long without doing something they enjoy. Sex was an addiction until it became routine. I fucked my wife every day, and loved to realize it gave her pleasure, but everything seemed to be repetitive, until the accident happened, and my marriage practically ended. I promised her and myself that I would never touch another woman, something I had been able to do with dedication until I found Cherry.

Cherry, like everyone else, must have had a dull and particularly tacky life, so she needed a few horny guys and a few million in her bank account—like me—to touch her and make her feel wanted. Which, holy shit, she managed without trying too hard. Every Thursday she attended Private Pleasure, where I could act out my fantasies without having to touch anyone, that is, until I found Cherry's damn magic cunt.

She opened her mouth wide, and the guy held her head, putting one leg over the bed. I saw Cherry's tongue slide down the guy's cock, and when he asked if she liked it, she nodded, then he pulled out and lifted her chin, tilted her head and captured her full pink lips.

I imagined her mouth around my cock, and a moan escaped my throat.

Damn.

Cherry was a beautiful woman; reddish-brown hair, smooth, smooth skin, and small, delicate breasts, and I was betting she could keep her nipples up, hard as my dick. It was presumptuous, but I knew that somehow it was me she needed.

The man climbed onto the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and chuckled, staring at Cherry's beautiful breasts.

"Let me see her face, beautiful," he asked.

She never let any of the men she had relationships with see her face, which was covered by a gray mask that covered her face all the way to the end of her nose. Everyone there protected themselves with nicknames, and all information about identity was taken seriously.

"No," she said.

He didn't insist, but he seemed to be annoyed by her response. He bent over her, and without warning, he buried himself inside her. Cherry moaned, and pulling my cock out of my underwear, I growled softly. As she started to caress me, the guy came out and entered her. Cherry didn't move, and allowed him to do what he wanted with her body.

She was submissive to the wishes of others, and that made me crazy.

The man began to suck on Cherry's pert nipples, and eliciting low moans from her, he smiled. A few minutes later, he pulled out of her and came in her belly. His sperm spilled down Cherry's side, and I realized, for the first time, that I was aflame with desire.

I was still masturbating when the man left. My heart pounded inside my rib cage, reverberating an ecstatic sensation throughout my entire body.

Cherry was alone again, and I could see her chest rise and fall. She was turned on, but not even a man was able to give her an orgasm. She turned around, and asked the next one to enter.

Silence.

I swallowed hard, and steeling myself, walked into the well-lit room. Every wall worked, too. , like a door. I closed it slowly so as not to knock. The reflection in the mirror showed me and Cherry lying on the bed. I bent down, took off my pants and underwear, and walked over to the bed, untying the knot in my tie. My cock got even harder, throbbing madly.

Cherry looked up, and when she saw me I noticed her silently saying, "I'm all yours." I laughed, taking off my suit.

In over six months I hadn't touched another woman. In more than six months I had buried myself in work and let the pleasure go, but all that now seemed to lose its meaning. Cherry was there, and I knew what she wanted. Because I wanted the same. I wanted to find the pleasure I had denied myself for so long, and what was wrong with that? We were two adults willing to use each other solely and exclusively for pleasure.

Naked, I climbed into bed.

"I thought I'd never feel it inside me," she said, smiling mischievously.

I used to just watch it, but today I wanted more than that. I wanted so much more.

I wanted her for me.

"What's your name, Bunny?" she asked, referring to my mask. My smile stretched, and realizing it, she said, "Lost your tongue?"

"Maybe I could have lost her," I said. “It's Andrew. Call me Andrew. She nodded and bit her lower lip. Cherry shifted on the bed, and I saw the red marks on her smooth, smooth skin made by the rope.

— Bunny, what are you going to do with me? - She asked. I reached up to her bare hip and massaged it.

Each participant had twenty minutes. I had to be quick and creative to make her come. I didn't have much time to talk.

“I'll make her scream my name,” I said, pulling her to me.

"That's kind of pretentious of you," she said. I stared at her and noticed her huge smile. - And what else? What else are you going to do to me, Bunny?

"Shut the fuck up and see."

She nodded, and I slid down her body, my hands running over her smooth, bare skin. I gripped her delicious breasts, bent my head and captured one of her nipples, gently palpating her left breast. She stared at me as I did, and when I flicked my tongue over her nipple, she bit her bottom lip. I squeezed her nipple with my forefinger and thumb, and she moaned.

She moaned like hell.

It looked like Cherry liked a little sado after all.

I ran my tongue over her breast, and satisfied, I went down to her cunt, applying kisses to the wet area. I loved watching a woman's reactions as I plunged my tongue into her, and as much as this was my one and only time with Cherry, I couldn't deny myself a taste of her, even though I also tasted other guys' sperm.

It was a small price.

I licked Cherry's swollen clit, and her legs shook. Lying on top of her, I grabbed her possessively and buried my face between her legs. I used one of my hands to massage her pleasure point, and I ran my tongue over her large lips, giving her a wet kiss and saying hello. I invaded her vulva, and she tilted her hips up so I could suck her more freely.

I leaned into her arms and began to brush my body against hers. Cherry was panting beneath me, and I leaned my forehead against hers, fitting my cock into her femininity. I entered her slowly, slowly burying myself inside Cherry. She moaned softly, and when I invaded her fully, she opened her mouth, staring at me in amazement.

"Still think I won't make her beg for me?" I asked, bringing my mouth to her ear.

"Prove it," she challenged.

I liked her teasing.

I took her neck and breathed in the nice, delicate scent of her perfume. She moaned in pain, probably because the rope had made her uncomfortable, so I put her on her stomach, had her ass stick up, and slapped her. I started to thrust slowly, feeling her pussy squeezing me slowly. I increased the speed, took hold of her buttocks and bent over her, penetrating her firmly, then lowered my hand to the juncture between her thighs and massaged her clit, moving slowly, in circles, and then applying pats. She responded by sticking out her ass, allowing me to invade her more easily. My cock had become so swollen inside, we were connected. I gripped her waist tightly and thrust roughly, like a savage.

She moaned, hallucinated.

Smiling smugly, I whispered:

- Say my name.

Out of pride, she said:

- Not.

"Do you want me to stop?" — I kissed her shoulder and she replied:

- Not.

Cherry was a greedy and proud girl. It would make me angry if I wasn't so excited.

"Fuck, Cherry," I said. - Say my name.

“It's not your real name. - She said. "Tell me your name," she continued through a moan.

I made her sit on my lap, held her belly and asked her to ride my cock.

- I can not.

"Bunny," she said, "I'm going to call him Andrew."

"Call me what you want."

I felt her sliding down my cock, and out of control, I took her mouth, swallowed.