BUT IS IT NORMAL?

Rich wasn’t used to feeling at a loose end in a fetish club. He was particularly not used to feeling restless and unsatisfied in this club, Honour Bound; it was his favourite, and he could guarantee at least four cute, cuddly, deliciously submissive girlies would be
there on any given night, more than eager to pass a bit of time with him and engage in some kind of decadent, deviant fun. He remembered a night a couple of months ago, with his sometime girlfriend Janine, a petite but curvy redhead who liked nothing
better than putting on a show in front of all her mates. He’d strapped her to the big St Andrew’s cross in the centre of the dungeon, hitched up her little lycra dress so that it was a little roll of fabric up level with her armpits, and undone the ties of her skimpy satin
knickers so they fell unhindered to the floor. She wriggled against the painted wood of the cross, turning her head once to grin
mischievously over her shoulder at him, then breathing out deeply, facing the cross, body taut with anticipation of the pleasure-punishment to come. He started with a soft suede flogger, a multi-tailed, thick-handled whip that inflicted blows more like caresses, swishing it across her bared bottom and upper thighs, slowly increasing the speed and intensity of the strokes as she began to squirm and purr. After a while, when her arse had taken on a warm, rosy glow, he switched to a leather paddle which
had one side padded with fake fur, applying that until the combination of his treatment of her bum and the awareness of watching eyes all around her had made her start to gasp and try to press her thighs together. He’d taken her down then, leading her
through the crowd to the quieter, darker Couples Corner where he’d made her play with her wet, juicy quim till she came, and only then had he let her suck his cock... He shook his head and made his way to the bar. Janine might well show up later, and if he
didn’t feel in the mood to entertain her, someone else would undoubtedly do so, and Janine never got possessive of him any more than she’d expect him to get possessive of her. She was the one who’d taught him a big principle of non-monogamous life when
you shared the same friends: if you’ve arranged to go to a party or club with a person, that’s the person you leave with. Otherwise, all bets are off.

The elaborate rope-bondage ritual that was that night’s featured entertainment was progressing nicely, and Candy was enjoying it reasonably well from her comfortable seat: the bent-over back of the huge, muscular but devotedly submissive Michael. While she used him as furniture - his preferred form of “service to the divine female sex” as he put it, a cute little slave-girl by the name of Lucky was massaging her feet on the instructions of her mistress, Suzanne. Queen of her surroundings for the moment, Candy
sipped the drink someone had just bought her and did her best to relax, to force certain annoyingly persistent thoughts out of her mind. OK, that little interlude a fortnight ago had been good fun; she’d come at least four times and enjoyed every minute of it, but it just wasn’t going to go any further, and that was that.

It had been at the quarterly Kink Fayre that things had started. The Kink Fayre, Candy’s friend Debora had once said was a cross between a car boot sale and a knocking shop; various hobbyists and small traders selling whips, handcuffs, leather, rubber, PVC and lingerie along with the two or three independent fetish mags and people promoting their new websites made the place something of a hub of the ever-changing, ever-growing fetish scene. It was as much a place to socialise and find out the latest as it was a place to buy things, and that day, it had been heaving with people. At about six o’clock, when the stallholders had begun to pack up and the bar staff to rearrange the tables and chairs, Candy had accepted the offer of another drink from an occasional slave of hers and decided that, for once, she was going to stay on at the after-Fayre party for a little while. Usually she was too tired or hungover to bother with this party, but as her previous evening’s activities had been prematurely curtailed by the couple who were driving her home from the club having a huge row and insisting on leaving before midnight, she was in a sufficiently restless and reckless mood to want to prolong the weekend. It was some weeks since she’d actually had a good fuck, and she knew from several friends of hers that the Fayre’s after-party was sometimes a good place to pick up new playmates. So she’d
drunk her drink, and wandered around, and then she’d paused by the table where several of the stallholders were sitting, and had stopped to exchange a few words with the elegant, dark-haired Madelyn, from whom she’d bought a pair of handcuff-shaped
earrings the week before, and Madelyn had promptly invited her to pull up a chair.

Rich had seen Candy in the clubs a few times, and thought she was a good-looking woman, but he’d never actually spoken to her. Now, as they were introduced, he found that she was even more attractive close up. Still, he told himself, she seemed to be as
sexually dominant as him, so they’d probably not end the night with her naked over his lap. The conversation ebbed and flowed around the table, covering upcoming clubs and events, market gossip, and whether or not slave contracts and lifestyle SM relationships were a good thing. Candy seemed to be informed and intelligent, and Rich found himself respecting her as well as beginning to speculate about what she might look like naked.

He was definitely her type, visually, Candy thought: tall, muscular, fair-haired... but he didn’t have any of that slightly hesitant shyness that usually brought her sexy-bitch persona into play. Still, he was entertaining to talk to and, unlike some of the sexually-dominant men she’d encountered, didn’t try and get into a who’s-the-most-dominant contest with her. As the group around the table began to break up and reform, Rich looked her in the eye and asked her if she was a total top, or if she ever switched. She grinned at him and played the question right back at him, shrugging as his affirmative reply matched hers. “I guess I won’t be tying you up tonight,” she said, amusing herself with her own daring.
“Two tops, it’s not a good combination.”
“Apart from the fact that two tops can just fuck,” said Rich, looking her directly in the eye.
Though they stayed at the party for another hour, that was definitely the moment when things were decided. Even when they were talking among other people again, their eyes would meet every few minutes, and the sexual tension would crackle between them. Candy marvelled at herself a little, on the train back to his place, but trusted her instincts: the wet pulsing warmth in her quim, the tingling in her nipples... this was going to be fun.

Perhaps because neither of them were in their accustomed sexual roles, the initial few minutes were faintly disconcerting. Once in the bedroom, they looked at each other for a moment, and then, with a little toss of the head, Candy kicked off her shoes and began to unbutton her blouse. He followed her example, pulling his t-shirt over his head and then crouching to unlace his boots, and it wasn’t long before they were lying naked, side by side, underneath the quilt, their hips just touching. The silence drew out
almost too long, and then Rich put his hand on her left breast and she rolled towards him. He fingered and pinched her nipples as she gently clawed her fingernails down his shoulder blades; they kissed, and then she reached for his stiff prick and began to
caress it, sliding her hand easily up and down the hot shaft. Rich delved between her thighs, fingering her clit and dipping his fingers into her slippery, wet pussy-hole. Candy shuddered as he frigged her, her grip on his cock tightening slightly, and he kissed her again.
“Shall I get on top?” she murmured, and felt his hands grasp her hips and pull her towards him. She flung her leg across his prone body, straddling him and rubbing her open, juicy vulva all over his balls and his rod, and then she raised herself a little, took a firm
grip on his cock and eased it smoothly into her cunt. She rode him as he pistoned into her, enjoying the way in which they seemed so equally matched, moving in a perfect complementary rhythm, hot, throbbing knob rising and falling in creamy, quivering
honeypot, in and out and squeeze and slacken and on and on and harder and faster.... Candy screamed and sank her teeth into his shoulder as Rich dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her bottom, holding her tightly to him as he spurted deeply into her
spasming, orgasming cunt. They’d fallen asleep shortly afterwards, but woken up twice in the night, one or the other moving close, beginning to stroke and tease; the other waking, responding eagerly, and starting another bout of pure, unadulterated and thoroughly enjoyable fucking.

The club was starting to wind down by about two a.m., and Candy decided to have one more drink and then go. Debora had left half an hour ago with the pretty Jamaican girl she’d been spanking, and there weren’t many people left that Candy knew. Still, it had been a reasonable night: some gossip, some good conversations, a quick session with the club slut Michael, which was always fun. That she felt restless and mildly frustrated she told herself was nothing to worry about. She could always have a session with her vibrator when she got home. She sipped her drink and leaned on the bar, watching the people who were still there starting to make their arrangements for the night, or decide to cut their losses and leave. She was just beginning to feel relatively mellow when someone bumped hips with her, and a familiar voice said in her ear, “Been dishing it out, then?”
She turned round, unable to stop herself grinning, and said, “Just a little. How about you?”

Rich had been telling himself all night to leave the girl alone, not to bother resurrecting something that wasn’t likely to lead anywhere, but once it got to the final half hour of the night, and he still couldn’t get her off his mind, he’d decided that he might at least say hello and see what happened. He’d watched her with Michael, and admired her skill and grace, and then he’d seen her standing by herself at the bar, and just seized the moment. As they chatted, he was glad he hadn’t worn his tightest leather jeans, as he could feel his cock stiffening, and didn’t want to broadcast his arousal to the whole club. He wasn’t sure whether Candy had noticed or not, but he rather thought her cute little nipples were more prominent in the rubber catsuit she wore than they had been a few minutes ago.
“So, who are you taking home tonight?” she said suddenly, and then bit her lip.
Rich managed not to smirk. “No one special. Unless you’re coming,” he said, and the next thing he knew, the pair of them were kissing in a big, unsubtle, open-mouthed snog.

In fact, it was her place they went to this time, and no time was wasted in tentative overtures. As soon as they were in her bedroom, they were pulling each other’s clothes off, kissing and stroking each other, little bites and tweaks and pinches raising their mutual excitement even higher. Stripped bare, they fell across Candy’s crumpled bed, and she began to kiss and lick her way down his body, sucking his nipples briefly before working her way down to his stiff, trembling cock.
“Come here,” he groaned. “Let me lick you, too.”
She swivelled round, stroking his balls as she did so, and then closed her lips around his cockhead again while he pressed his face between her thighs and got his first scent and taste of her cunt, which was moist and warm, with a faint, lingering perfume of rubber. Her sex opened up as he tongued her, enjoying her mouth on his cock as he probed her wet, oozing slit with a finger and licked her clitoris. She was gripping the base of his shaft as her lips and tongue went to work on the head of it, and the sensations
were indescribably delicious. He drank down more of her juices, now pushing two fingers in and out of her, and hearing her muffled moans, feeling the faint vibrations of the sound through the sensitive skin of his prick. Abruptly, she let him slip from her mouth and wailed aloud, her thighs quivering and her pussy clenching hard on his fingers. He kept on licking and frigging her
until the spasms eased, his cock tense and quivering in her hand... and then she took him back in her mouth again with one long, affectionate gulp, lashed his cockhead with her tongue and broke through his control to make him spurt and spurt down her throat.

Candy had always enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her to make a man come with her lips and tongue, but she couldn’t help wishing she hadn’t been quite so expert this evening. She badly wanted to feel his cock in her pussy again, but she supposed he
would just go to sleep now. They lay together, casually stroking each other, and Candy became aware of a firm pressure against her thigh.
“You’re.. you’re nearly ready to go again, aren’t you?” she murmured, amazed, and then he had rolled on top of her, nipping and biting her breasts as she eagerly opened her legs and let his stiff rod nudge its way deep inside her. She brought her feet up and crossed her ankles over his back as he began to thrust hard and fast, kissing her face and neck. Candy tipped her pelvis upwards to meet him and clenched her cunt muscles around his hot length. He was varying the pattern of his strokes, slow, shallow, deep,
fast, hard, speeding up and easing off, and Candy felt an incredibly powerful climax starting to build inside her. He kissed her again, pushing his tongue in her mouth and almost entirely withdrawing his cock before slamming it back in all the way again, and
Candy felt herself starting to jitter and jive, all her nerve-endings sizzling, cunt clenching and pouring cream over his balls, heart-rate galloping, and she opened her mouth and howled in ecstasy, coming so hard her stomach muscles rippled and spasmed almost as much as her pussy did. Five more hard, fast thrusts, and he was spurting inside her, and she clung on to him and milked him with her quim, draining every last drop until neither of them had any more to give.
“You’ll never top me, you know,” she whispered as they were dropping off to sleep.
“Sure,” RIch answered. “And you won’t top me. But what’s wrong with us topping other people?”
“Nothing. As long as we get to do this sometimes as well.”
He gave her breast an affectionate squeeze.
“Sure. Some things you just have to submit to. Like this.”
As she drifted off to sleep, Candy wondered just what he meant by that.