4 comments/ 19120 views/ 1 favorites Using Lace Ch. 01 By: AsheBurn The intercom crackled, startling her from her focus on the computer screen. "Lacy you have a phone call on line 1" Since her vision was still off focus she had to squint to read the clock on the wall. Thinking out loud she said "Who would be calling 10 minutes till closing?" Picking up the receiver she punched the button to open the line "Lacy Clarke speaking. How can I help you?" Speaking that greeting had become second nature to Lacy. So much so she often answered her home phone that way. Her family joked with her about needing a vacation. But as exhausting as her accounting business was she did enjoy her work. An all to familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. Shivers streaked down her spine and her heart raced. Him!! "As soon as you get off work go straight to the Country Inn. Tell the front desk man you are with the Watson party. He will give you a key to room sixty nine and a white envelope. Do not open it till you get to the room. You will have 20 minutes to do everything necessary. A car will be ready when you are done. And do not be late" There was warning in his tone that left no room for argument. "But..." Still she tried to protest but was cut off by a click and the rude silence that followed. "Cocky Bastard" Now what? She had made plans with one of her co workers tonight. Should she cancel with Stacy or blow him off? Either option would leave someone disappointed. It had been a month since the last time she saw him. Every time she made plans he would suddenly make himself known again. Knowing she would do as he said without question. She hated the way he made her loose control. But when she was with him she never felt more alive. Their encounters always left her craving more. She hesitated as she grabbed the phone. Before she could change her mind she called Stacy and lied her way out of the evening. Shutting down her computer she grabbed her purse and keys and locked her office up. The Country Inn was only about two miles away so she knew she would make it there with plenty of time to spare. The room was impressive. Beige walls with dark mahogany furniture. She stopped to look at the intricate patterns etched into the wood of the armoire. Tracing her fingers along the lines. A plaid couch and love seat sat opposite the armoire, an end table in the middle. By the window was a table with a bouquet of roses in the center. A picture of a mountain scene hung over the overstuffed king size bed. She noticed a small box laying in the center of the bed. Walking over to it she ran her fingers along the top of the box. A red ribbon tied it closed with a little note saying to open the envelope first. She wanted to know what was inside but she obeyed. The letter still unopened in her hand intrigued her as much as the contents of the package. She opened it and pulled out the sheet of paper. Unfolding it she began to read the instructions. "On the bed there is a package for you. But first I want you to go into the bathroom and shower. All your washing needs will be in there for you. When you are finish do your make up and hair the way I like it. Only then can you open it. There is a note inside the box explaining the rest. Remember you have 20 minutes." Lacy neatly folded the letter back up and replaced it in the envelope. Looking at the box one more time she reluctantly headed to the bathroom pouting a little as she went. After getting the temperature right she stepped into the warm spray. It helped ease the tension in her neck and shoulders a lot. On the ledge was a pink bar of soap. Lifting it to her nose she inhaled deeply. Roses, her favorite flower. She lathered the poof till the soap was a soft foam. She enjoyed the way it felt on her skin. Soft and silky running between her breast, down her abdomen. Feeling it flow lower still, tickling and enticing as it made its way down. Lacy hadn't realized till then how much she needed an intimate touch. Just the feel of the soap had her weak in the knees and ready to melt into a pool of hot skin. Damn she was horny. Clearing her head she hurried up and finished shampooing and rinsing off. Stepping out of the shower the air conditioned room sent goose bumps racing over her flushed skin. Her nipples constricted painfully to hard peaks making her even more aroused. Grabbing the stiff coarse fabric she roughly dried off hoping it would take her mind off the building need . Wrapping in the towel she applied her make up. She let her platinum blonde hair lay long and wet so it would air dry into ringlets. She hated it that way but it was what he wanted so she let it go. She searched through her purse till she found the French perfume he bought her. Two squirts and she replaced it. Unable to wait any longer she practically ran to the bed. Untying the ribbon she gently removed the lid to the box. She gasped when she saw the corset. Shiny leather the color of coal reflected her pale shocked face. Black lace traced along the edges and provided the cups for the breasts. The crotch with its three hook closure had a small opening in the front. It looked so small in the box, to small in fact. There was no way she could fit in that thing. With a trembling hand she ran her fingers down the cool material. So smooth , so sexy, so... not her. A zipper ran the length of the back with three closures at the top. So unsure but so anxious she tried it on. She almost giggled when she got the last closure fitted and looked in the mirror. It fit like a glove, like it was hand tailored just for her. The corset was tight in all the right places with enough room for flexibility. The rough lace scrapped her already sensitive nipples hardening them once again. The leather caressed her skin when she walked sending exquisite sensations everywhere. She moaned as the opening of the crotch rubbed against her jeweled clit when she moved. She was going to go insane by the end of the night. Going back to the bed she lifted the tissue paper in the box and retrieved the other note. Opened it and read it. "Your beautiful. I know that without even seeing you in it. In the closet there is a dress, shoes and a small box on the top shelf. You know what to do. See you in a few minutes." Lacy looked at the clock. By her estimate she only had about 5 minutes left to get ready. She couldn't wait anymore. She wanted so badly to touch herself. To end this burning ache. If he found out she did that he might cancel the entire evening. She knew better to then to cross him so she did the only thing she could think of. She went to the closet. The dress was beautiful. Crimson red with sparkling bead work. The halter top dress had a hi low hem that flowed free and loose. Beneath it was a pair of three and half inch heel sandals with rhinestone straps. It was to much. She wanted to cry. She would probably do that later. She put the dress and shoes on and remembered the box on the top shelf. The shoes helped elevate her enough to reach it. Pulling it down she opened it. She did cry then. Resting on a felt lining a shimmering diamond necklace with a pear shaped ruby stared up at her. The matching earrings resting in the middle were just as breathtaking. With shaking hands she put them on and went to the mirror. The corset, hidden under the dress had gotten warmer now. That didn't stop the sensations flowing from it. Running her hands down her slender hips round to her back side she twisted and turned while inspecting herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Her hair was still damp but beginning to bunch up. Her modestly applied make up highlighted her blue eyes and perfect lips. The dress did her cleavage justice...or maybe it was the corset. She didn't even know she had cleavage. The low hem line of the dress wasn't overly long. Slightly shorter then she liked coming to a stop barely above the knee. Where as the high line of the dress came almost to crotch level. She would definitely have to keep her legs closed tonight. Well... A knock on the door disrupted her thoughts. Answering the door she politely smiled and told the gentleman she was ready and grabbed her purse. Stepping out into the warm night air felt good. They stood there for a moment in silent till she heard the hum of an approaching vehicle. A Limo!! Shocked she looked at the man next to her in question. He said nothing but walked her to it and opened the door. For a moment she thought of turning around and running to her car. None of this could be really happening, she had to be dreaming. Then she smelled it. The cologne he wore wafted across her nose and her insides somersaulted. Excitement flooded her, slowly she made her way in and sat down. Antonio hadn't changed much since she last saw him. She took her time drinking him in. His wavy chestnut hair was slightly longer. The copper highlights seemed fewer this time though. Wearing a light blue button up dress shirt and black trousers that barely hid the impressive bulge she couldn't stop staring at. Freshly shaven with a smug look on his face he moved to positioned himself next to her. Framing her face in his large hands he kissed her on the lips. Just a feather light touch that had her trembling. Sitting so close he had her on the brink of going over the edge. Her nipples hard, clit screaming, she wanted to claw his eyes out for what he was doing to her. And she knew he knew. "Your so beautiful Lace." He whispered in her ear as he licked and nibbled along her neck and shoulders. "My toy to do as I please." "Yes Sir" Was all she could manage to strangle out. Of course he would say that knowing she would agree to anything. He let his hands start roaming. Starting at her knee he traced his fingers over her leg. Over the hem of the dress slightly dragging the thin material with it. By the time he made it up to her breast she was dizzy with the effort to breath. Pinching her hard nipples through the dress he sent shock waves through her body. She moaned and tried to lean in closer. The lace and his roughness was driving her mad. Fisting her hands in his hair she tried to pull him in for another kiss. This only got a slap across her breast. Followed by another hard exquisite pinch and throaty moan. Suddenly he stopped. She wanted to scream at him. Settling on his knees in front of her he grabbed her behind her knees and yanked her forward off the seat. Startled she squealed and went to scoot back "Lay back and spread your legs" The stern look on his face and the determination in his eyes set her heart racing even faster. What was he going to do? Fuck her right here in the back of the limo while the driver watched in the rear view mirror. He must have seen the look of fear on her face for he softened his expression a little and added. "There is a petition between us and the driver. He cant see or hear anything going on. Lay back, spread your legs and close your eyes." Relaxing a little she settled into the seat and did as she was told. His fingers were warm and rough along her sensitive skin. Massaging her knees, thighs. He started to go higher lifting the hem of her dress. She went to put her hands to stop him. He bit them. "Ouch!" She couldn't believe he actually bit her. She glared at him for a second but rather then argue put her hands back to her sides and again closed her eyes. She wanted.. no needed what he was doing. Lifting her hem higher he replaced them with his fingers. Dancing along her inner thigh teasingly going slowly higher. "Wider! I want your legs farther apart." She didn't do this fast enough so Antonio grabbed her by the knees and forced them apart. She moaned and bunched her fist. Slowly he started tracing the outline of the corset. Gently scratching her inner thighs and the juncture at her crotch. The opening of her crotch had her labia exposed like smiling lips, the silver jewelry shining with invitation. Tracing her lips with his finger he tugged on the ring like a doorbell. She cried and arched her hips. Craving..needing more. With the flick of his fingers he unfastened the closures. She jumped but kept her eyes tightly closed. Her breathing was so loud he could almost hear it over the traffic and the music. Using his tongue he licked the marks he made along her legs till he was inches from her exposed clit. He fanned his hot breath over her spread pussy making her moan and thrust her hips up. Then he did it. Once. Twice. He flicked his tongue over her clit. She nearly screamed, biting her lip instead. She let out a loud gasp. She had to squeeze her hands into tight fists to stop herself from trying to touch. "Please Sir, oh please... I want to cum" She pleaded with him. She knew better then to do it without his permission. "No" He demanded as he picked up his tempo. Antonio continued lashing her with his tongue till she was soaked and gasping for air. Licking two fingers he slowly eased them into her tight juicy pussy. The walls of her pussy squeezing around them, swallowing them deep. Pumping them in and out Slow and steady at first. Moaning and crying she begged and pleaded. Increasing his rhythm he had her screaming and bucking off the seat in no time. Hot liquid flowing down her leg, drenching his wrists and the floor below. Tossing her head back and forth, she moaned and cried. She didn't know if she could stop herself if he continued what he was doing. He kept this up till she was hoarse. Screams dying into whines and moans Her knuckles were white as sheets, fingernails biting into the flesh of her palms. Sweat glistened over her body. Tiny droplets streaming down her cleavage. He stopped. "NO" She whined. She begged him with her eyes. "Please Sir, please don't stop" She didn't want him to stop. She wanted to cum. He would not be convinced. Closing her eyes she let the dying sensations wash over her. Every muscle was tied in knots. Pussy tight and wet. Clit throbbing and so close to cumming it was hard to breathe. She felt something cold and slender being pushed into her hot pussy. Startled she jumped and tried to see what it was. He held her firm on the seat with his hand. Looking up at her, his passion glazed eyes calmed her. Whatever it was he wouldn't hurt her. She watched as he flipped open the top of his ring and got a fingertip full of a clear gel. Opening her labia wide he spread it on her fully exposed clit. Just the slightest touch had her moaning and thrusting again. It was cool against her heat. But it tingled. Wow did it tingle. He pulled away and released her. Still she couldn't stop moving. Whatever it was it felt like a million fingers were caressing her clit at one time. Moving her hand over her clit she tried to touch but he slapped her hands and refastened the closures. She actually growled at him for doing that. Giving her a stern look he demanded "Do not take it out or wipe that off. Do you understand me Lace!" "Yes Sir" she complied meekly, still trying to regain her composure. "Fix your dress and hair we are almost there" Antonio sat back in the seat and rearranged his clothing as well. The bulge in his pants had gotten impressively larger. She wanted to reach over and free his cock. Put it in her mouth and lap at all his juices like he had done her. Seeing her looking at him with such hunger in his eyes he did just that. She shifted in the seat just enough to get a good grip. Grabbing the thick shaft she started stroking up and down the length. Using the liquid seeping out for lube. She rubbed along the head while continuing to stroke the shaft with the other hand. She kissed and licked and nibbled till he grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. So far back she gagged, allowing her only few seconds at a time to get a breath. The tingling on her clit only added to her desire. She couldn't seem to move enough. He shoved her down one more time making her gag and pulled her away. Readjusting himself he refastened his trousers. The limo stopped. Using Lace Ch. 02 I would like to thank Meathead96 for making this more presentable. * Stepping out of the limo Lacey relished the cool night air on her flushed body. Leaning against the cold metal for support, she tried to calm her racing nerves. Never in her life would she view a limo the same again. Every inch of her screamed in need and demanded completion. How could he do that to her. He seemed so heartless sometimes. Bringing her to the brink of cumming only to stop and leave her hungry and unsated. Looking over at Antonio as he stepped out he looked so calm, unfazed even. Bastard...she couldn't help thinking to herself. Before the night was through he was either going to fuck her or she would have to take matters into her own hands. Literally! He looked so sexy standing next to her, staring at her with his chocolate eyes. The stark desire in those dark pools as they raked up and down her approvingly had her ready to melt. Extending his elbow, she looped her arm through and entered a nearby restaurant. A cascade of smells assaulted her. Her stomach growled in protest. She hadn't even realized that she was hungry. The room was crowded with people talking and laughing while enjoying their dishes. She had never been here before but immediately recognized the Italian dishes. The hostess greeted them politely with a smile and led them to a dimly lit alcove where a small table sat alone. The table was beautifully adorned in rose cotton and white lace under a glass top. A single candle burned in the center with two crystal shakers beside it. Seating them she gave them each a menu and set the table with their utensils. He placed an order for a bottle of wine and she left to retrieve it. "This.....everything is so beautiful. Why are you doing all this for me?" She had to ask. The corset, the dress and jewelry. Now this. What had she done to deserve all this? She was just a regular girl working regular hours trying to survive in a regular...well maybe slightly ran down apartment. When she was with him she felt like a queen. He always made her feel so special, important, for a change. "Am I not allowed to spoil my ladies? You're beautiful and should be treated as such. Just relax and enjoy your evening. Trust me its only just beginning." Antonio's devilish grin put her on edge. What was he planning? She was scared only for a fleeting second which was instantly replaced with excitement. She needed this. It was time to take her mind off work and everyday life. Letting him take control and completely letting go would give herself a nice reprieve. If the time they shared in the limo was any indication of things to come she was in. Whole heartedly. She would let him do whatever he wanted. Glancing at him one more time she picked up the menu and started skimming the selection. It started low. A faint fluttering distracted her from the menu. It felt good whatever it was. Looking around the room she tried to find the source. Nothing. What in the world? She went back to the menu but the sensation continued. After a few minutes it had increased enough that she again had to put the menu down and she really concentrated at looking around the room. Where was that vibration coming from? It felt really good actually. She had finally calmed her nerves from the limo ride. She was still very aroused from that gel that he had put on her. Every movement she made sent tingles through her pussy. Shifting in her chair that's when she felt it. The bullet!! She looked at Antonio with stark realization. "Not here. Please sir not here" She whispered, pleading with him, already knowing the plan was set in motion. It frightened her, it excited her. Glancing at the door she thought about leaving. How would she get home? She didn't even know where she was at. Still he kept increasing the speed ever so slightly. She starting shifting in the chair trying to ease the building ache. That only fed the sensations flowing off her clit. The bullet kept on vibrating, the gel kept on tingling. He kept on looking at the menu as if nothing was going on. If she wasn't such a lady she would reach across the table and slap that sinful expression off his face. "Are you going to find something to order? We have somewhere else to go after this." He asked so calmly, so matter of factly. The smug look in his eyes and the mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her. "How the hell do you expect me to concentrate when you are doing this shit to me? Get me out of here or turn this damn thing off before I take it out. " She said it even though she didn't mean it. But it was out and she knew she was in trouble. Antonio put the menu down and leaned forward a dark menacing look in his expression. Oh no!! Just then the waitress appeared to take their order. He spoke calmly. " Well to start with I think we will get an order of the Calamari." Looking at the menu again he added. "I'll have the Pastello Di Pesce with steamed broccoli. No salt on the broccoli and make sure the fish is cooked thoroughly. For dessert I want the Timballo Di Pere, light on the cream sauce please." He checked the menu one more time to be sure. Still glaring at Lacey he spoke to the waitress. "I think that will be all for me. I do believe its time for this lovely lady to order!" The waitress didn't catch the undertow of warning in its depth but she did. Taking a deep breath she started to place her order. "I'll ...Ohhh" He turned it up full blast. She jumped so hard she jarred the table. Holy shit it felt good. "Ummm..I..I think" More deep breaths, smiling as politely as she could at the shocked waitress. CONCENTRATE. "The same pleassse." Reaching under the table she squeezed his knee hard., digging her nails deep for emphasis. He gently pulled her hand away and placed it higher in his lap. Feeling the bulge in his pants only made it worse. Looking at him, she threatened him with her eyes. How could he be so nonchalant about this. He just sat there with that shit eating grin on his face. She was going to kill him later. If he didn't kill her first. The lady looked confused by her weird change in mood but jotted down the order. "Salt on your broccoli ma'am?" The waitress politely asked. Lacey could care less bout some damn salt right now. She wasn't about to be rude to the waitress though. "Ummm....I..I don't care." GO AWAY LADY, she screamed in her head. She was going to cum, right here right now. She shifted in her chair again, gyrating her hips to match the pulse between her legs. She didn't care who was watching anymore. Her clit throbbed through the opening in the corset, the cool air brushed against her spread lips, tickling the jewelry attached to it. The intensity of the bullet was to too much. The constant vibration was lashing at every cell in her body. Her pussy quivered tightly around it pumping hot fluid over the corset. Feeling it flow down the tight crevices and tickle her ass she couldn't help moan a little. Her juices were beginning to make her legs sticky. Her nipples were covered in sweat, turning into hard hot little knots. Clenching her fist she tried to clear her blurring mind. She looked at him, headless of the poor girl next her and begged him. "Stop...please stop...ohhhh." The waitress shifted her weight. Looking a little flushed she finished writing and left. The vibration ceased, she collapsed into the chair. Seconds later she was still barely able to sit up. Whispering not to draw attention, " How dare you do that to me. There is no telling what that girl thinks of me now." She honestly didn't care, she was just trying to maintain a little dignity. "You wont threaten me like that again Lace! I don't give a damn what anyone in this room thinks." His voice low and passionate under the hum of the restaurant. Careful not to draw his attention she inched her hand beneath her dress. She had to touch, even if only to wipe the gel off. The vibration might have stopped but the ever constant tingling hadn't and she was almost at wits end from it. Closer, closer.. She cautiously watched him as she started to spread her lips ever so slowly. Home stretch. Antonio looked up a warning in his eyes. She saw his thumb move just as the vibration hit full blast. She screamed and bit her lips, drawing a few glances from the curious guests. He smiled reassuringly and they returned to their meals. Leaning forward he got right next to her ear and practically growled at her. "You try that again and it will remain on the entire time you are eating. Do not try my patience. You will regret it if you do." Grabbing her roughly by the chin he forced her face up so their noses almost touched. Staring her straight in her (the) eye with such unmoving intensity. "Do we have an understanding Lace?" Trembling she nodded her head "Yes Sir." He kissed her soundly then. Right in front of everyone. Rough at first then gently. Savoring the taste of the wine on her lips. He ran his hands down her arm, down her back. Rubbing the tension out of her neck. She leaned into his touch savoring it while it lasted. Time stood still while he touched her. The noise faded away, the tingling stayed. The bullet lay calm now. Her heart did not. She was going to have to endure this torture till he allowed her release. She hoped it would be soon. She needed him inside her. Deep and hard, thrusting savagely. Only he could sate this desire, so strong and passionate. She just hoped her treacherous pussy obeyed. So far she had kept herself in control. But how much longer could she endure? The waitress arrived with the steaming appetizer. It looked and smelled delicious. She hung around a couple minutes chatting with the couple. Making over about the weather, business flow and the like. Lacey wasn't all that interested in the topics but didn't want to seem rude. She munched on the food, drowning the two of them out. Antonio's warm rich laughter occasionally caught her gaze. Filling her like an elixir to her libido, keeping it alive and raging. The waitress finally walked away to place the remainder of their order. It wasn't too long before the main dishes arrived. Again the waitress lingered, making conversation with Antonio. They must have known each other some how. They never directly revealed a connection. It was just a feeling she got. One of the waiters waved for her and she left. Over the next few minutes they ate in silence, enjoying their dinner. The bullet on its lowest setting didn't give her much peace but she ate ravenously anyway. She could only wonder what was going to happen next. *** The waitress walked over to pre bus the dirty dishes. Smiling innocently she continued on with the earlier topics. Lacey noticed for the first time the girls name was Madison. Pretty name. She wasn't all that bad looking herself. Freckles dotted her pale skin that didn't appear to have a trace of make up. Her carrot top hair barely touched her shoulders. Straight flat hair that wasn't all that appealing. The uniform hugged her petite form. Slender hips and waist with perky little B cup tits. You could just barely see the tips of her nipples straining against the tight cotton. She averted her gaze before either of them noticed her staring. She sure liked to talk though. If she had known what was happening earlier, she didn't let on to it now. She was very friendly, almost too friendly to him. They acted like they knew each other the way they talked and flirted with each other. She walked away and he stood. "I'll be right back." She watched him as he walked towards the restrooms. Hell even his back side was sexy. Madison came walking around the corner and stopped. What were they talking about? She was smiling a lot and kept looking over at Lacey. What were they talking about? Whatever it was made Madison seem really excited. She placed her hand out and he put something in it, raising it to his lips he kissed her fingertips. Smooth, like he could actually hide the fact he just gave her something. But what? He turned then and caught her looking. His features remained calm but she could sense a difference in him. He seemed more focused somehow. An air of pure male arrogance surrounded him. What was that all about? Whatever...she shrugged and turned back around taking a sip of her wine. She wasn't the jealous type. She knew she wasn't the only woman in his life. She didn't know much about him. What she did know was he had money, power and with that more than likely a horde of ladies. She couldn't deny she had feelings for him. She'd be lying if she said she didn't. But to fool herself into thinking she was his only conquest would be down right stupid on her part. She bit down her pride and allowed the open friendship to have its way with her. Hearing his footsteps get closer she looked back. He was standing right next to her. Extending his hand, he helped her stand up. "Go to the bathroom and freshen up. Do what you must but make it quick. I'll walk you to it." Antonio's domineering presence beside her made her uneasy. Something was up but she didn't know what. He had her a little nervous. At least she could wipe this blasted gel off her clit. But damn this corset. Its rough lace scratched her sensitive nipples. The opening in the crotch rubbed her tingling exposed clit. Walking was agony, but it was ecstasy at the same time. Guiding her towards the back of the restaurant with his hand on her back, they walked in silence. When they walked past the ladies room and continued down the hall she looked at him in confusion. They stopped at a door with an "Employee's Only" sign on it. He opened it and ushered her in. It was a small sitting room. It wasn't overly fancy or big. A table, water cooler, TV and couch were all that occupied it. A door opposite the room was open. The lights were out but she could clearly see the toilet and hand washing sink. She went in and closed the door. She didn't need to use the bathroom but she did anyway. It didn't take her but a second to wash the gel off. The tingling was finally fading away. Her nerves were walking a tight wire. It wouldn't take much for her to cum at this point. She was so close even with the gel gone. Leaning back on the toilet she spread her legs. Through the opening of the corset she rubbed her puckered lips. Spreading them she gently touched her sensitive clit. It jumped under her touch and she moaned. She shouldn't be doing this, she knew it and yet did it anyway. Gently she tugged on the jewelry, sparks scattering under her skin. Her legs shook and her tight pussy quivered tightly against the bullet. She wanted the damn thing out but knew better. She liked the torture she was getting. It was so exhilarating not knowing what was going to happen next. She heard moaning coming from the other room. Sitting up she adjusted her dress and walked to the door. Listening for a moment she heard it again. It sounded like a man, like him. She opened the door and stared in utter shock at the scene in front of her. Antonio was laid back on the couch with Madison between his legs. His shirt lay open exposing his bare chest, heaving for the breath she was clearly sucking out of him. She watched as his cock disappeared in and out of her lips. Glistening with her spit and his pre cum. His head was resting on the pillows behind him with his eyes closed. Lacey leaned against the door jam and drank it in, running her hands along her body wanting to go lower. He looked at her through lust filled eyes and moaned, "You can touch," then grabbed a fist full of Madison's hair and shoved his cock in so far she gagged, fucking her mouth hard. Lacey hiked up her skirt and started to rub her swollen clit. He watched her as he fucked Madison's mouth. Barely able to talk he moaned the words more than spoke them. "Come here" She did. She lay back on the couch and raised her skirt above her waist. He had turned the bullet on again. Slow and steady it vibrated inside her. As she played with her clit, rubbing little circles around it, he sped up the tempo. Madison was still sucking and pumping on his thick cock. He was thrusting in and out of her mouth, moaning and gasping for air. Groaning, she could only watch as he got devoured by that little bitch between his legs. She should be doing that, not that stranger. She inserted two of her fingers into her tight pussy. Her fingertip tapped the edge of the bullet. Curving her fingers just enough, she had the vibrating intruder nudging her G-spot. She moaned loudly and he gently pulled her fingers out of her pussy. "I didn't say you could cum yet," he told her with no remorse. Whining she reluctantly complied. He replaced her fingers with his own, rolling the tight little bud between them. She arched her back and gyrated against the friction. "Please Sir... I cant...take it... I got to....please Sir...let me cum" She gasped the words, cried the words. Begging and pleading. Enduring his torture while watching him being pleasured by another woman. Madison reached down and unbuttoned her shirt, her perky little tits bounced and heaved with her lustful efforts. Sweat glistened along her creamy flesh. She lapped at his juices, licking the head and jacking with her hands. He moaned and clenched her hair, shoving his cock in over and over. Pulling Madison off his cock he led her around his knees, crawling on her hands and knees, to rest between Lacey's. Both ladies looked at him confused. Before either could question the change of events he shoved Madison's face into Lacey's crotch. Lacey jolted at the soft touch. Fire raced through her veins. Thrusting her hips forward she forced Madison's face to go deeper still. Without even requesting permission she reached over and started stroking Antonio's cock in her hand. He allowed her, pinching and caressing her hard nipples. Making her squirm beneath his rough fingers. Madison licked and nibbled and sucked till Lacey's juices covered her face, the couch. Lacey's moans became full throttle screams now. So close, so close. Just when the colors started to build behind her closed eyes, Antonio pulled Madison away. "NO..." She screamed at him eyes raging with pure fire. "No no no, not again" The bullet lay silent and she gasped for air. Madison just sat there on her knees, looking rather ruffled and really turned on. Antonio stood up, hard cock bouncing in the air, and helped Madison up. Guiding her to the couch he gently pulled her shorts down to her knees. She didn't argue with him, just followed his lead. He helped her on the couch and had her sit on the back of it, leaning against the wall as she spread her legs. Grabbing Lacey he had her kneel in front of him on the floor. The licking and sucking continued. Only this time Lacey was licking and sucking Antonio's cock as he was eating Madison's pussy. Moans and fluids flowed. The musky smell of sex filled the room. Madison's moaning and breathing picked up till she was bucking and arching her hips so much the couch was inching forward. Raking her claws down his back she screamed and flooded his mouth with her hot cum the same time he emptied his hot load in Lacey's waiting mouth. Antonio and Madison collapsed on the couch, Lacey still so turned on and ready to cum sat there on the floor close to tears. Antonio helped her up and kissed away the moisture. When he kissed her on the lips she could still taste Madison's sweet cum. Reaching between them he gently rubbed her throbbing clit. Holding her now, her knees too weak to support herself, he whispered in her ear. " Soon my toy. You will not suffer much longer." And with that he reapplied the gel. The tingling started and she could only lay her head on his shoulders and shiver in anticipation. Using Lace Ch. 03 --I'd like to thank Meathead96 for his help in making this more presentable.-- Lights flashed, whistles and rumbling music echoed off the tiled ceiling. The atmosphere of Richards Treasures rocked with sultry chaos. The establishment was packed with so many patrons it was hard to see an empty seat anywhere. This was the first time Lacey had ever been in a strip club. It was nowhere near what she would have expected. Tobacco smoke, alcohol, all assortments of perfume and colognes choked the room confusing her fragile senses. In different points of the room women danced in closed cages; swinging and swaying with the rhythm of the loud music. Girls danced on the lit stage, wrapping themselves around the poles like sensual lovers. Some of them still had their tops on but most of them only had the lower half covered. Women walked around with trays full of drinks with nothing on but thongs and G-strings. Laughing and chatting with the swarming men. She watched as one patron pulled a girls strap out just enough to slip a twenty dollar bill under it. The girl kissed him on the forehead and wiggled her hips as she walked away giggling. Two of the strippers sat in a booth kissing and making out in plain view of everyone. She stared in disbelief, shocked at their brazenness, there utter lack of modesty. She could never be like this...even for the amount of pay they probably receive. She could only imagine the amount of tips they brought in. For the life of her she couldn't understand why Antonio brought her here. As if the evening hadn't been torture enough already he had to bring her here. She knew better then question him. She decided she would just have to take her chances. "Why are we here? Why are you doing this to me?" He didn't answer her. He gave her a devilish grin and walked in the direction of the two girls making out. What now? When the girls finally broke away for air they noticed him approaching. The girls started waiving and ran to him hugging him eagerly. Wow!! Either he is a regular or they are just way too friendly. Shrugging to herself she walked over to the bar and ordered herself a strawberry daiquiri. Sipping on the sweet concoction she watched the dancing girls. The ebb and flow of the room had her swaying her hips, matching with the throbbing between her legs. She was walking a tight rope. Every inch of her quaked in sexual desire. Between the limo ride and the experience in the sitting room she was playing with fire. The relentless gel wouldn't stop tingling and the corset wouldn't stop caressing her body. The coarse lace against her nipples, the opening against her sensitive clit, it was arousal at its worst. Every time she moved she had to bite her lip to prevent the moans and gasps from escaping. She needed completion. But he wouldn't allow it. Not yet. At least the bullet had quit vibrating...for now. She knew he would turn it on again; when or where was the question. Antonio left the girls after a few minutes and made his way through the crowd towards her. "Come with me. I got a treat for you." The look in his eyes set her heart racing. Pure unadulterated sin. What now? "Please Sir. Take me home and finish this. Haven't I had enough torture tonight?" She couldn't handle anymore of his "treats". He laughed. A deep rich laugh that made her a bit uneasy. "Not by far," he said as he turned and started to walk away. She stood there watching his retreating backside. She was reluctant to follow, yet excited to find out what was still in store for her. He stopped and turned to glare at her. She was deliberately disobeying him and that didn't bode well with him. "Lace I told you to come with me." There was no lenience in his tone, only pure demand. Placing her empty glass on the bar she followed him. They went towards the stage only to go to the right of it through some double doors. Down a long red hallway with candle burning sconces. Closed doors lined the hallway. Do not disturb signs hung from most of the knobs. Whistles and howls could be heard through the thin walls. Private rooms? It was her only guess. That or dressing rooms. They came to an open door. Letting Lacey in first Antonio followed and closed the door behind him. Lacey looked around the small room. Most of the lighting was from candles burning in sconces on the walls. A metal pole stood in the center of the room with a dim spot light aimed on it. Two leather couches lined the back wall. Smooth thick couches you could sink into after a long day at work. Incense burned on a small round table between them. Vanilla...and some kind of a berry. It smelled really good. The walls were a rich candy apple color with a Picasso painting above the couches. Antonio walked to the corner and grabbed the wooden chair, bringing it to sit in front of the dance pole. Her eyes flew open when she got a better view of it. From the corner in the dark room it looked like your average wooden students chair. But now, closer to her and in better lighting she saw the fur lined handcuffs. Two on the back of the chair and one on each of the front legs. Her heart leaped in her chest as she held her breath. She looked at him. She knew he saw the fear in her eyes. All over her face. His face was calm, unmoving. Stepping around the menacing chair he stood in front of her. Wrapping his hands around her face he kissed her. On the forehead, the cheeks, her mouth. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. Kneading the small of her back with his rough palms. Lower still he kissed. Over her shoulders, gently along her collar bone. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he pulled her head back exposing her pale neck. Gently biting it he licked the marks sending shivers through her body. She clung to him, gasping for air. He raked his nails down her spine. Lacey's vision blurred, the room twirled around her. She dug into his shoulders trying to stabilize her treacherous body. Her knees were weak from his kissing and his tongue only fueled the building fire. A slow hum deep in her core awakened again. She cried as her clit reacted, jumping at the tiny vibration. His lustful hell was starting again and she was going to undoubtedly relish it. So many times she had been on the verge of cumming tonight and every time he denied her. Every muscle, every nerve, every thought, every heartbeat screamed for release. She was wrapped so tight now she knew it wouldn't take much and she would snap. She leaned into him, rubbing her trembling body along his. Grinding her hips so they pressed into his crotch, feeling it thicken as she did so. She had never felt this alive, this wanton. She felt like a tramp, willing to do anything he wanted. Just so she could have more of his touch. She wanted him inside her. Fucking her hard, deep, rough, with a passion even the gods couldn't fathom. Slating this desire that he had relentlessly fed all night. Moving with her he shifted their positions so she was standing in front of the chair. Wedging her feet apart with his he spread her legs. Weak in the knees and breathless from his touch she eased down in the chair. He continued ravishing her body. Licking her collarbone he began to kiss lower. The swell of her breast rose with every breath. Running his hands over her pale flesh he pinched her hard nipple through the dress. She moaned and leaned into him. He kissed and licked the sweat glistening down them, dipping his tongue deep in her cleavage. She pressed forward, eager for his touch. Pulling the material of the dress down he licked the tight bud peaking out at him through the lace. He nipped the pink pearl, massaging her flesh till she was crying out and fisting his hair in her hands. He ran his hands down her body. Over her slender hips, down her shaking legs. Taking her foot in his hands he removed the shoes and rubbed her achy feet, rolling his knuckles along the sole. The tight muscles eased under his demanding touch. She savored the touch, the feel of his hot breath on her foot, the tickling of his hair on her legs. She closed her eyes and let the moment implant itself in her mind. Torture or not she was enjoying herself. Come Monday morning when she returned to work this night would help her get through all those boring hours in front of her computer. Clicks followed by a soft sensation around her ankle snapped her out of her euphoria. Before she could even say anything he was already behind her snapping her hands in the soft confines of the cuffs. She struggled. Twisting and turning trying to pull them free, crying and pleading with him to let her go. She had never been tied down and it scared her something fierce. He knelt in front of her and kissed her again. Whispering reassuringly, trying to calm her fears. "Lace, have I ever done anything to hurt you? You know I haven't, nor would I. I know this is new to you and a little frightening. But please trust me, trust that I wont let anything happen to you. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. Relax and let me please you in a way that you have never been pleasured before." He wiped the tears streaming down her face, kissing her trembling lips. Fear choked her, strangled the air right out of her. But with him so close, touching and kissing, she relaxed a just a little. Leaning her head to rest against his forehead she gave in. "Yes Sir". She didn't say anymore, there was no need to. She would trust him and give him free reign of her body, her passion. Hearing a soft knock on the door, Antonio stood up and went to open it. Two women sauntered in. She recognized them as the couple making out in the corner earlier. Both of them were dressed now. "Hello ladies, this is Lacey. Lacey this beauty is Candy." He pointed to the shorter of the two with streaked hair. She smiled sweetly and said hello. Then he rested his hands on the other woman's shoulders and spoke. " And this lovely lady is Domino." She to smiled and said hello. Candy was a beautiful woman. She had a flawless complexion with a pert little nose and pouty red lips. Long straight hair that sensually covered her perfectly round ass. Her hair was golden blonde with streaks of color. Red, blue, green and purple striped down the mane. No doubt how she got her name. Candy's melon colored bikini top barely contained her huge straining tits. Her nipples pressing through the thin material, begging to be touched...licked. The matching thong hugged her womanly crease intimately. The top and bottom had a long fringe hanging from them that draped across her torso and ass. She had a few tasteful tats here and there and a shiny dangly belly ring with stars and diamonds. To be as short as she was she had some sexy legs. Smooth , sun kissed skin that shimmered in the candle light. Sliding her gaze over to Domino she studied her. Dark ebony skin like molten chocolate. Matching eyes that reminded her of Antonio's. Confident, passionate, demanding, this woman didn't take any shit off anybody. She wasn't all that bad looking. She had a very athletic figure, taller then Candy by at least eight inches. The 4 inch platforms probably had a lot to do with that. Her hair was long as well but in tiny braids. The ends of the braids decorated with colored beads. Her bright make up highlighted her feminine features. High cheek bones and small pudgy nose. She wore a deep burgundy lipstick, brightening her perfectly straight teeth when she smiled. Her outfit was a little more tasteful at least. Fashioned as a sports bra and boy shorts her outfit left more for the imagination. Shiny white leather with colored spots and a single multi-colored tassel hung off the points of the breast cups. She only had one visible tat on her upper arm. An eagle embracing earth's globe with USMC written in gold underneath. She too had a belly ring with tiny little dangling handcuffs. 'Hmmph. Go figure,' she thought to herself. "Don't listen to him. He only sweet talks us cause we work for him. Ain't that right Mr. Richards." Candy laughingly joked. Mr. Richards? So that was his last name. Was he the owner of this club. It fit the name. It certainly explained his substantial wallet. Strange she had known him quite a few months now and he had never told her his last name. He had told her his name was Antonio. But shortly after meeting they had developed into something more meaningful. What she didn't know, but he had told her not to call him Antonio any more but Sir. In and out of the bedroom. It had been a strange transition but one she had obediently done. Domino piped in. "What can we do for you tonight Boss? Are you in need of one of our signature performances?" She giggled and wiggled her ass against his. Antonio laughed, a deep melodious rumble. He wrapped his arm around Domino's waist and kissed her nose. "Not tonight my lovelies. I'm afraid I will have to pass, tempting as the offer may be. I do however have someone here who would rather enjoy it. Isn't that right Lacey." He shot her a look that she knew better than to disagree with. Whatever his plan was she knew she had to follow his lead. She politely nodded her head and strained a smile at the girls, almost eager to find out what this signature performance was. Slapping Domino on the ass one good time, making her giggle even more, Antonio turned and walked to the couch. Plopping down, feet out in front of him he grabbed the remote control and pushed a button. She jumped thinking he was turning up the bullet but it wasn't for that. Loud chaotic Techno music filled the small confines of the room. The spot light on the pole started flashing and moving. Lacey's heart started to speed up as the girls approached. Like stalking tigress's they edged their way towards her. Rocking and swaying their hips with the rhythm of the music. They circled her, touching her hair, her arms, her back. They ran their hands over her shoulder, her face, her chest. Feather light touches with their fingertips. Lacey closed her eyes and let the sensations tease her senses. This close to her she could smell their perfumes. Floral and fruits blending together so you couldn't tell who wore which. They smelled good, intoxicating. She glanced over at Antonio still laying back on the couch. He watched, eyes fixed on hers. Lust burned in their depths, engulfing her in a fiery hot passion. He was enjoying this. She wanted to please him, make him happy. It was written all over his body she was doing just that. His left arm rested behind his head, supporting it against the couch's back. He rubbed his stiffening cock through the material of his pants with his other. Back and forth along the thick outline, tweaking the head when he reached it. She could barely see the tiny spot at the tip where his juices mingled with his pants. Candy had positioned herself so she was in front of Lacey now. Up and down the length of Lacey's body she ran hers. Pressing against her body at times. The fringe tickled her breast sending shivers down her skin. Domino pressed in behind her. Rubbing her tits along her back, coming up to rest the back of Lacey's head between them. Candy brought her tits up to be right in front of Lacey's face, leaning in till her face was buried in the large mounds. The two women had her head sandwiched between their huge tits. Wiggling with her till she was gasping for air. They rubbed, they pressed, they traced her skin with their manicured fingernails. Lacey was really getting turned on. The vibration in her core picked up a little and she smiled over at Antonio. He had pulled his cock out now. Stroking himself slowly, juices oozing out of the tip. She returned her gaze to the women. Domino licked along Lacey's collarbone, eliciting a moan from her. She fisted her hands and tried to free them. She wanted to touch back. It wasn't fair. Candy was on top of her now. Sitting in her lap she wrapped her arms around Lacey's neck and started gyrating her hips. Crotch to crotch they bumped and ground. Lacey could only moan and gasp as the girls assaulted her. Gripping tightly around her waist and the chair Candy leaned back, rubbing and caressing her glittering body as she rocked and moved to the music. Domino came around stood behind over her. With her ass facing Lacey she stood over Candy and sensually slid along her body. Spreading her legs she rubbed her pussy over Candy's tits. Candy wrapped her arms around Domino's legs and pressed up into her, rubbing back. This had both the girls moaning and rocking with each other. Pressing their bodies tightly together, nipple against clit. They rocked and ground together. Lacey's clit throbbed, the vibrations increased, sending ripples through her body. Her pussy clenched the bullet, squeezing it, milking it like it was Antonio's cock. She never thought watching two girls sharing a lap dance would turn her on this much. Domino had eased her way farther down Candy's swaying body. Candy replaced her nipples with her mouth. Kissing along the edges of Domino's shorts. Probing with her tongue occasionally making Domino moan and jump. Fisting Candy's hair she pulled her closer. It wasn't enough, she pulled the crotch of the shorts to the side and shoved Candy's face into her hungry pussy. Candy lapped and slurped while she still gyrated and rocked in Lacey's lap. Lacey licked her lips as she watched Domino get her clit licked and sucked on by the dancing Candy. Moaning and groaning Domino fluctuated her hips. Back and forth, side to side. Belly dancers would be envious at the way she swished and swayed back and forth. All while Candy savored her juicy pussy. Arching back Domino came down till she was level with Lacey. Reaching below her she eased the string of Candy's thong to the side. She spread her moistening lips with two of her fingers and slid the other one in. Candy's movements doubled. Domino was relentless on her clit. Pinching and rubbing fast and steady. You could hear Candy's muffled screams as she continued her lashing. Standing up Domino stepped over Candy. She danced a little, wrapping her self around the pole. Gliding up and down, balancing and moving against it. Flowing to the floor, raising and spreading her legs. Saliva and her juices covered her barely covered pussy, her dark legs. Moving like a worm she wrapped her body around the pole time and again like it was a lover. Candy stood, Lacey whined at the loss but said nothing. Candy danced and moved her way to the pole to join Domino. Candy and Domino embraced. Kissing and grinding their hips together they moved. Like snakes in a mating dance they hung and clung to the pole, each other. The world stopped moving, they were the only ones in the room. There was no Antonio, no Lacey. Only Candy and Domino and their rising passion for one another. Holding on tightly Domino used the pole to twist her body upside down. Lacey guessed with her being in the Marines it had allowed her upper body to be in phenomenal condition and she could handle this maneuver well. Candy circled her, touching her, rubbing against her. She grabbed the pole and wrapped her body around Domino's. Standing over Domino's hanging face she reached down and pulled her thong to the side. Domino dove in. Licking and sucking Candy's clit till she was shaking and moaning with the effort to stand. Dominos braids ticked and clattered on the floor below. Sweeping the polished surface like a jeweled broom. Lacey could see Candy's liquids trickling down her legs, covering Domino's face and braids. Still she licked and Candy moved. Stepping back Candy gave Domino room to get back on her feet. Hugging and embracing the pole as she did so. They circled Lacey some more, again touching and rubbing sensually along her body. She felt the zipper of her dress going down. She looked at them questioning them. They said nothing, just continued lowering the zipper. They slowly slid her dress down till it rested at her elbows, exposing the black lace and her hard nipples. The room was cold, she shivered making her rosey circles tighten painfully. She wanted to cover herself. Other then what she had done back at the restaurant earlier she had never been this intimate with another woman...let alone two of them. The girls made there way down her body. Licking, biting, kissing her cool sensitive skin. Her clit tingled, the bullet vibrated inside her. Using Lace Ch. 03 The building need for completion clawed at her with every breath she took. She wanted to touch, to taste, to be a part of it all. She looked at him pleading with him silently, even though she knew he would never give in. He was so handsome, so sexy. Cock in his hand, furiously pumping. His breathing coming in short gasps. Sweat trickling down his neck, his opened shirt. She jolted as Candy and Domino each took one of her nipples in their mouth. Sucking and nibbling with their teeth. She cried and arched her hips off the chair. Throwing her head back and moaning as the shocks spread through her. They reached down and eased the hem of her dress up. Scratching there sharp nails along her glowing skin, leaving red streaks in their wake. Roughly they pawed at the opening of her corset. Her clit jumped and quivered when their fingers brushed against it. The opening popped open, making her jump and moan. Domino was down there first. Forcing her open, demanding with her selfish tongue. Spreading her lips wide she lashed and bit possessively. Lacey's moans escalated, her palms ached from her fingernails biting her tender flesh. Now! She had to cum now. "Stop!" He ordered. "No..please don't" Lacey countered. Domino looked at Antonio, there was no hiding the anger in her eyes. She was pissed. " Excuse me! I know you didn't just order me." She stood over Lacey then, all six feet of intimidating black woman. She glared at him ready for a possible challenge. He wouldn't provoke her. Strutting across the room calm and confident he put his hand on Domino's cheek. Looking at Candy he smiled "You ladies have done a marvelous job this evening as always. I hate to cut our time short but I think its time I take Lacey home. She seems to be quite tired and needs some TLC" Bastard! Lacey thought to herself. The fucker did it again. It wasn't even him this time either. If she ever got to cum tonight an ambulance will probably follow the aftermath. Either that or the biggest flood since Noah. He gave them their tip and walked them to the door. She let her head rest on her chest and patiently waited for him to fix her clothes and release her from the chair. "So my toy, are you ready for me? Ready for me to punish you like the slut you are." He whispered, teasing her ears and neck with his hot breath. She shivered at his words, eager to finish this, to be with him. "Yes Sir. Please take me home and punish me. Please Sir."