Night Market After Dark E - Experience (NSFW)

Belladonna - “One thing. I just want one thing that you’ve never done before. I want to be your first in something.”

Bella looked at me with a touch of amusement. The concept of a ‘first’ for her was not something she was used to. Not anymore. “My heart, I have done everything under the proverbial sun. Nothing quite shocks me anymore. I dare say it would shock you if I went into what I have been paid to do. Especially during my early years.”

“Probably,” I agreed. “But, I’m not talking about what you’ve done to others. I’m talking about things done to you.”

That put a stop to her. The wine glass she had been holding was halfway to her lips as she raised a brow. It was a challenge of sorts. Or her trying to tell me that I was treading too close to unwanted territory. Because Belladonna was something of an enigma. She enjoyed sex as long as she was giving it to others. But she became very cold when the topic of something being done to her arose.

“And what, pray tell, are you wanting to do to me?”

I cleared my throat. “I just– I was thinking maybe something that no one else has done. So you have no association with a client. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop immediately,” I told her. The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. Become a part of the slew of clients that had turned her off of her own pleasure nearly completely.

Setting her wine glass aside, she leaned back in her seat a little, tapping her fingers against the table. There was a far off look on her face as she raced through her thoughts to find something palatable. I could see the moment the idea hit her.

“Sex is a production,” she said. “It is a performance in which I set the scene.” There were candles. Silk sheets. Sparkling water for after.  “I have never had sex randomly. It is always calculated. Usually instigated by me.”

Standing, I walked up to her, moving aside the small table with her wine. Without comment, I sank to my knees, sliding my hands up her legs, beneath her skirt, and parting them. I could smell her. The silk panties she wore did little to hide her from me.

“Are you going to take charge, my muse?” I could hear her laughter but see the hesitation beneath her words. But, she wasn’t pulling away.

I yanked her forward so she slid down in the chair, pulling her legs over my shoulders. I could see the surprise on her face then, along with the intrigue. “Quit talking,” I told her. “It’s my turn.”

Slipping a finger beneath her panties, I sunk one deep within her. She was cold on the inside, and somehow, impossibly wet. I felt her walls clench around me as she bucked beneath my hand.  When I looked up at her, gauging her interest, she had her head thrown back and one hand coming up to play with the piercing hooked through one hardened nipple.  Quickly, I snatched it away.

“I said, my turn.”

Her eyes were dark and her expression murderous. As I leaned forward to push another finger within her, I knew I was playing with fire.

Gabriel

Shoving his hips against the wall, I swallowed him to the root. My knees scraped against the dirty cobblestone, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. 

Gabriel’s hand came down, cupping the back of my skull as he hissed at the sensation. “We are in public,” he growled.

I mumbled something around him, none of it intelligible as my mouth was stuffed full.  I had taken him down a dark alley, just out of sight of his patrol route, and had proceeded to unbuckle his belt. The poor man hadn’t realized what it was I was even attempting and just stood there flabbergasted until I sunk to my knees.

As his hips started bucking forward, I hummed around him. “We cannot– you mustn’t…”

I didn’t listen. Reaching between his legs I grabbed his balls, rolling them around in my hand and testing their weight. They were heavy with lack of release.

He muttered something like ‘unethical’ before he shot down my throat.

I milked him until he was soft in my mouth and my lips were sticky.  Pulling off, I looked up at him. His hair was disheveled, the fronts curling in front of his eyes, and his eyes were pure silver.

“That was…” 

I only grinned at him. “I know.”

Hazel

Hazel had her head thrown back in ecstasy, her wrists tied together and looped around my neck as she arched her back. She sat on my lap, legs spread as we swung back and forth on the little wooden swing hanging over the creek. Our toes were dipped in the water as I fucked her roughly, listening to her scream.

“That’s it,” I whispered to her. “Cum again for me.”

She bucked against me, eyes tucked away behind her blindfold. I had led her down to the creek and told her to close her eyes. There, I stripped her, placing one of her woven scarfs across her eyes before leading her into the water. I had been bringing her pleasure ever since, feeling wave after wave course through her.

“Can’t,” she whimpered. 

“You can.” She said she had never been tied up before. Never been allowed not to touch. As a whole, Hazel’s sexual experiences were mainly with herself.  I wanted to bring out every bit of kink I could with her.

“Please,” she begged.  She begged for more. For it rougher. For me to never let it stop.  I redoubled my efforts, fucking her with hard little slaps, hearing her mewl in pleasure.

When she came, my voice rang through the trees, several shocks of magic popping through the water. Her body fell against me boneless as she panted in relief.

“Again?” she asked after a long moment, her own release dripping down both our legs.  

“Always,” I told her.

Milo

I pushed the ring low down on his cock, watching his dick jump at the sensation.  Milo was lying on the flat of his back, his face twisting in somewhat discomfort.

“Does it hurt?” I asked curiously. I trailed my nail up the underside, tracing across the vein.

“It feels strange.” He shifted a bit. “I don’t really see how it’s supposed to do anything.”

“You are very excitable,” I told him. “And sometimes, I need you not to be excitable. This helps with that.”

“You love when I’m excitable,” he protested.  Reaching down, he ran his hand against the base of the ring. “Why is it rubber? What is wrong with people that they would make this thing rubber? It’s gonna pull out all my hair.”

I laughed a little, crawling closer to him.  Gently, I wrapped my arms around him from behind, tucking my chin against his neck. “Get yourself off for me,” I whispered. I could feel his heart jump under my hand and his breathing change. “I want to watch you.”

“You want a show then let me take it off,” he frowned. He was already gripping himself. His rings dragging across the soft head and down the shaft.

I nosed along the back of his ear, one hand coming down to knead at his ass. “Or, I could time you. See if you can beat your record.”

He perked up at that. “Got get the stopwatch.”