2 comments/ 70289 views/ 6 favorites The Red Dragon Social Club Ch. 01 By: Christopher Tracy Prologue The brunette with the faint welsh accent leaned in conspiratorially to whisper in her husband's ear. "I've been round everyone now, and no-one has any problems with them. I think we should let them in, Pete." "What do you think of them, Cathy?" "I like them. She's nice, bubbly with it. A nursery school teacher, she said. He works for his father you know, McClaren's Haulage. Away from home sometimes, driving for his father. I get the impression that she has a high sex drive, and he would rather she was with someone he knows, if you see what I mean." "Really?" "It's the same for her. She doesn't wanting him playing around while he's away, and in joining us they both have the perfect place to play." "Just like the rest of us then." "That's right! So, can I tell Brian and Kelly that they're in?" "You can. The Red Dragon Social Club is back up to full strength." Chapter 1 - The Draw Halfway between Manchester and Sheffield, nestled amongst the rough gritstone peaks and rambling heather-strewn moors of the Peak District, is the tiny commuter village of Two Castle Gorge. Built on the two slopes of a gorge, the village is a collection of forty or fifty buildings, mostly private houses of an old and very expensive nature surrounded by extensive gardens. There are no actual castles, but the wind and rain cut rock formations that top either side of the gorge look like silhouetted castles, and it's from those that the village takes its name. Of the buildings that are not houses, there's St. Polycarp's church; the vicarage, occupied by the new rector, a relatively young man by the name of Philips; and the solitary pub, cosy and inviting and decked out in traditional English public house style. This is the Red Dragon, owned and run by Pete and Cathy Cross. The Sunday lunches, for which the pub is usually packed to the rafters, are the stuff of legend, piled high on the plate and covered with lashings of Cathy's famous red wine and onion gravy. Away from the traditional lunches and karaoke nights, the Red Dragon was home to a social club with a difference. Whilst other pubs had football or rugby teams, darts and snooker clubs, the Red Dragon had a club with a very closed and private membership, to which one could only be invited. It did not advertise, took no minutes, and had no end of season awards. The Red Dragon Social Club was home to a wife-swapping club with a difference. Thursday night in the Red Dragon was karaoke night, and as per normal it was quite full. Pete and Cathy had no qualms about allowing children in the bar, although they would never be allowed to drink, and as many of the families had teenage children it was often they who would hold court with the microphone. Cathy, a buxom 35-year old brunette, motioned discreetly to a young couple sat quietly at a table. He was a strapping, broad shouldered six-footer with stylish blonde hair and a boyish grin that he was quick to display. She was petite, another natural blonde with a girly, natural prettiness summarised in her sparkling dark brown eyes. These were the McClaren's, Brian and Kerry, and they had just been accepted into the Social Club, bringing the membership back up to the agreed optimum number of five couples. The couple drained their glasses and crossed the bar to where Cathy stood. "Good news... you're in!" Cathy said, smiling. "That's great!" said Brian, whilst his wife clutched at his arm in joy. "We'll have a wander round whilst I introduce you to the others. You might know some of them already, but obviously not of them would confess to knowing anything about the Social Club if you asked them. Do you want another drink?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached over to the bar where two bubbling glasses of Cristal stood waiting. She handed them out, then took her own. The three of them chinked glasses and took a sip. She took Kelly by the hand and wound their way through the crowd. They passed several people, before coming across an older couple sat quietly at a table towards the back of the room, quietly finishing a meal. She spoke to the seated couple. "Sorry you two, I just wanted to introduce our new friends to you. This is Brian and Kelly." The couple nodded and smiled, and Kelly said hi to them both. The man dabbed at his mouth with a napkin and stood up, extending a hand to Brian. "Terry Lomas. Nice to meet you." Terry was almost Brian's size, with brown hair flecked with grey that gave him a noble deportment. He was obviously dressed down by his standards, but was still looked for smarter than anyone else in the bar. Brian, who was not badly off by anyone standards, recognised the discreet designer logo on his shirt pocket, and knew that there was no way that his shirt cost anything less than a couple of hundred pounds. "Hi, Brian McClaren. This is my wife, Kelly." "Hello Kelly. This is my wife, Jayne." She stood up, a stately woman with almost waist length blonde hair cascading with gentle curls. She smiled, a dazzling smile, which made her whole face light up. The younger couple were immediately put at ease by her smile. She too was expensively dressed, and from the look of her figure in the tailored blouse she was someone that took great care of the way she looked. And as Brian saw when he caught a glimpse down her blouse as she stood up, she obviously made sure that what clothing was not on public display was of a similarly high standard. Cathy apologised for interrupting their meal and said that they would see the Lomases upstairs later. She led the younger couple away. "They seemed nice people," Kelly said as they walked away. "Oh they are, definitely, " Cathy opined. "They're our oldest friends here. They were actually the first couple that joined us, and they're the only ones of the original group of couples." "They're a little, erm-" Brian struggled for a polite way to finish his sentence. "Older?" Cathy laughed. "They are. Terry is fifty, and Jayne 45. You probably guessed that they keep themselves in good shape. They both work out regularly, and Terry still runs marathons. I tell him that that's what must give him such great stamina!" She sighed, wistfully. "But don't worry about them, you'll be fine. If nothing else, advanced age brings increased experience!" She squeezed Kelly's hand, and flashed her a cheeky wink. They were now at the bar, where another couple were sat chatting away in a language Kelly recognised as French. He was a tall man with dark, rugged rather than handsome looks, and a mop of short but untamed curly hair. She was much shorter, petite and elegant, a dark-skinned woman with straightened black hair. Brian thought he recognised him straight away, something Cathy picked up on. "Ah-ha, this is our superstar!" The man had the grace to smile and lower his head. "This is-" "Laurent De Vaux!" "Quite right!" Cathy laughed. De Vaux was a footballer, a former French international who had recently retired after finishing his career playing in Sheffield. He was a graceful footballer who never seemed rushed and always did the simple thing well. The woman he was with stood up and smiled at them. "Robyn. Pleased to meet you!" She was well-dressed, smart jeans and a sexy off the shoulder top, with a wicked glint in her eye. "You'll have to excuse us, Laurent's English is not great. He understands it well enough, but his spoken English still needs some practice. Glad you could join us. Guess we'll see you later tonight!" Cathy led them away, explaining that they were newlyweds. Robyn was a divorce lawyer who had negotiated the split from his first wife, and as she got to know her client better she realised that the split was caused by something they had in common. Kelly asked what that was. "Voyeurism!" Cathy laughed. "Laurent likes to watch. Actually, watching, photographing, videoing, it's all fine by him. That was the problem with his first wife; she just wasn't into it at all. Robyn's completely the opposite, she's very much an exhibitionist. She loves to show off! They love it when she's with another man, or woman for that matter, and he can watch. I don't know how he has the self-control. He just sits there and watches, never joins in unless she asks him to. Can't do it myself, I want to join in straight away." There was one more couple to meet, and Cathy took them over to a table near the stage. There was a tall, wiry man sat alone. He had thick black hair in no discernable fashion that he persistently swept back from his face. When Cathy said hi, he turned to them, and the most piercing blue eyes they had ever seen faced them; they seemed to look straight into your soul. He nose was slightly crooked and looked as though it had been broken at some point, and his lips were thin and pale. Immediately though, Kelly recognised something about him, something dangerous and fascinating, and deeply attractive in a nameless way. "Guys, this is Ryan Flaherty. Ryan, this is Brian and Kelly. They're going to be stopping back later for the meeting. Don't worry, Ryan does have a better half, she's up there." She waved a hand in the vague direction of the stage. On it was a stunningly sexy girl, black hair cut into a neat bob with a fringe that fell across her face, wearing a very short, tight skirt and boots. She was belting out some sexy R'n'B number, but they were both so taken with her appearance that they failed to recognise the song. "That's Michelle..." her husband said, proudly. "You've met everyone now", Cathy said, leading them away. "I'll leave you to have a drink in peace. Remember to hang about at the end, after everyone else has gone. In the meantime, don't talk to anyone I've just introduced you to unless they come over first." She disappeared behind the bar, and minutes later the girl behind the bar brought over a full bottle of champagne, courtesy of Pete and Cathy. After last orders had been called and the staff had gone home, the three couples went upstairs. The lounge in the living area above the pub was huge, and seated them all with room to spare. On a table at the side of the room were three small plastic bowls, in red, white, and blue, together with a small black velvet bag. Kelly and Brian were nervous, and had to be shown to a sofa by Pete. All the other couples, clearly at ease and with the benefit of a few drinks inside them, were chatting away happily. Jayne, seeing that they looked a little uncomfortable, sashayed over towards them like a catwalk model. She sat with them and indulged them with small talk, just to make them feel at home, until eventually Cathy appeared from downstairs. "Sorry about that everyone, just locking up. You've all met Brian and Kelly now..." she said, motioning towards them and flashing her huge smile. "Obviously we discussed this with them a little before we asked them to join, but I think for the benefit of the newcomers we should go through the rules in a little more detail. It'll only take five minutes, but if you don't want to sit through it then you can go and help yourself to a drink, or Jayne will fetch them if you're not sure where everything is. Okay?" There were nods and murmurs, but no one left. "Okay then! Right you two," addressing Brian and Kelly directly, "this is how it works at the Red Dragon Social Club..." "As a rule, we're all into swinging. Let's make no bones about it, that's why we're all here and for whatever reason. But, we don't want to just turn up at swinging parties or try and pull in public - you don't know who you'll get. That's why we keep it in house - just us ten here. We don't play about outside this group, unless of course that happens to be your challenge - more about that later. We don't take it out of this group, we don't skulk about behind each other's backs, and most importantly we do not - ever - mention it to a living soul out of this group. That even applies to former members, should you meet them. You two happy with it so far?" They nodded, but they'd known the rules before they agreed. This was just a show of public reassurance for the other members. "On to the good stuff then! You see these three bowls over here? They're the key. These are where you get your challenges. The first bowl, the red one, contains five slips of paper. On these pieces of paper are five different locations. It can be anywhere at all, and it can be general, like 'in a car', or specific, like 'in the Red Dragon', but your challenge is linked to this place in some way. How, is up to you. By the way, the men are asked to contribute the locations. Pete will gather these suggestions from the men prior to these meetings. Pete's put two in today, because obviously Brian had no idea." "The second, white bowl is the specific sexual activity or object. These, which are contributed by the ladies, can be anything at all - you might put a position, like 'doggy style', you might put 'stockings and suspenders', you might put a fetish, or a sex toy, or anything at all. I will collect these from the girls." "The blue bowl is the random word! This is the one that causes most problems. Pete and I make these up, generally they're just words from a page in the newspaper or whatever we're watching on TV at the time. They aren't necessarily sexual and usually aren't. They're just ordinary words, like 'balloon', or 'rain', or 'cheese', or 'evening'... we just put them in to make it more difficult! Are you with me so far?" "The black bag at the end contains each man's name, again on a separate piece of paper. So you get your challenge like this: each girl goes along the bowls. She takes one from the red bowl, which gives her a location. She takes one from the white bowl, which gives her something specific to do. She takes one from the blue bowl, which is some random word. And finally she draws a name from the blue bag, and that's the man she'll be doing it with! Anyone any questions? You can ask as we go along. Tell you what, I was going to let Kelly go first, but I think if we ask someone else you'll see how it's done, not that there's a great deal to it. Michelle, would you like to go first? I think it was your turn anyway." "No problem at all. Sorry I didn't get to meet you earlier, by the way, we can have a chat when we're done here if you like." "Thanks Michelle. Once everyone's made their draw tonight, we stay back and have a few more drinks and a chat. Usually we all discuss what we've been done for our challenge, but us guys have already done that! When we've made the draws, we'll go over what happens after. I know it's a bit to take in at first, but stick with us! Michelle, would you like to start?" Michelle strode over to the table. This was it, the main point of the meeting, something they'd obviously all been looking forward to all night. There was a sense of anticipation in the room that was electric and almost tangible. Between elegantly manicured fingernails, she slowly drew a twice-folded piece of paper from the red bowl. "Okay, let's see where we'll be doing it..." she teased the moment out a little whilst she slowly unfolded the paper. A smirk came across her face as she blurted the word out loud. "Toilet! Who put that in?" There were laughs from the room, but it was clear that you kept your suggestion to yourself and didn't let on. "Toilet! I don't know... let's see what we'll be doing in the toilet then..." She moved to the white bowl and stirred the papers around before choosing one. She read her second word out: "Lapdance! A Lapdance in a toilet?" They all laughed again. She reached into the blue bowl and drew her random word out. "Ooh, 'belt'! That sounds more interesting... a little more kinky! Finally, let's see who's going to be with me when I do these things... Brian!" The newcomer blushed as his name was read out on the very first pick. Cathy could see him go red, so she spoke up again to deflect attention from him. "So, Michelle's drawn 'Toilet', 'Lapdance' and 'Belt', and your name. What happens next is this. We have two weeks until we meet again. In the first week, the chaps have to come up with some way of combining these words into a plan. That's the challenge. We'll meet back here next Thursday, and you'll have a chance to tell the lady who picked you about your plan. You don't have to tell her the whole plan - often it's more fun if you don't - but you can tell her where she needs to be on such and such a day, and you might want her to be wearing something in particular, or be somewhere in particular... whatever." "Then you have the full week to carry out that plan. So two weeks from today, we all meet up again. The ladies tell the group all about it, and in the past that's been fun - we've had pictures, videos, props and everything before now - and when everyone's done, we all vote for the winner. It's just a bit of fun, and the chap that wins gets free beer." "So Brian, it's up to you to go away, think of a plan that involves a toilet, a Lapdance, and a belt. How you interpret these words is up to you. Come back here next Thursday, and tell Michelle what you want from her. Then the week after, she comes back here and tells us, so it's in your interests to make it as imaginative and exciting as possible! Are we all clear on that?" Brian and Kelly looked nervous, but nodded. Cathy spoke up again. "Don't worry, once you've done the first one it's easy. We do it like this so we're forced to think of something different, and use our imagination a little in our sex lives. That's the whole point of it. So, if we're all happy now, we'll carry on with the picks. Kelly honey, would you like to go next? Just one from each bowl, and a name from the bag." Hesitantly, she walked over and nervously drew a paper from each one, reading them all out in a group at the end. "Cinema... voyeurism... and internet! And the name is... Peter!" The host smiled, a big 'cat got the cream' smile, which the woman interpreted correctly as him being pleased to have the first go with the new girl. Robyn went up next. She drew 'garden', 'massage', 'wedding' and Ryan, who sat as quietly and impassively as he had done all night. Jayne had the penultimate go. She picked out 'car', 'striptease', 'radio' and the name of Laurent, who smiled shyly as his name was read out. That just left the hostess, and by process of elimination they knew he partner would be Terry. Her words were 'boat', 'behind', and 'hair', and for show she drew out Terry's name from the bag. "Ah, my favourite!" she gushed. "Right, let's have some drinks, get better acquainted with Brian and Kelly and have some fun!" Chapter 2 - Brian and Michelle For the intervening week before the next meeting, Michelle was very excited. She was an exhibitionist at heart, and after picking 'Lapdance' as their activity she fully expected to be giving one to Brian, and that thought made her wet and excited. At the meeting, Brian explained the plan. "I'll pick you up on Wednesday night. We'll be staying away overnight, and on Wednesday night we shall be going out somewhere very posh and expensive, so you'll need to dress up. An evening gown sort of dress, not clubbing gear. Shall we say seven thirty? Be dressed ready to go out!" That left Michelle intrigued. When Wednesday night came around, Brian was on the doorstep at seven thirty sharp, dazzling in a black tuxedo and white shirt, and with a small bunch of roses for her. She was flattered and flustered, and even more so when he complimented her on her dress. It was a black halter neck dress with a little train at the back, cut so low at the back it only just stopped above the cheeks of her bum. She had a discreet Celtic tattoo in the small of her back that the dress showed off perfectly. Her hair was up in an elaborate chignon, displaying a long and shapely neck. The outfit was topped off with high heels. She looked incredible, and Brian told her so repeatedly. He showed her to the car, and set off towards Manchester. Although she asked several times, he refused to say where they were going. She was already very excited at the thought of spending the night with him, and the suspense and anticipation combined to drive her to the edge. The Red Dragon Social Club Ch. 01 By nine, they were parked up and checked in to a very nice hotel. He called a cab from the foyer, which after cocktails whisked them away through the city centre. They pulled up outside a discreet but sophisticated entrance manned by several extremely burly security men. They unhooked the velvet rope and ushered Brian and Michelle inside. Once through the vast foyer, they were inside a very upmarket strip club. Everyone was dressed as they were - men in suits, women in formal cocktails gear. This was clearly a place that did not need to cater to the mass market. Michelle looked apprehensively, feeling like she didn't belong. Brian took hold her hand and squeezed it reassuringly, telling her not to worry. They were shown to a table near the stage, where a waitress in silk lingerie immediately appeared. Brian asked for the house champagne without bothering to read the list. The girl smiled and turned away. Michelle picked up the drinks menu and gasped when she saw that there was not a single bottle of wine for less than £100. Brian laughed. "Don't worry, my old man's a member. It's all going on his bill, but don't tell my mum! Just have a good time, there'll be a show starting soon. Soon enough there was, an elaborate strip tease involving three different girls, who took fully thirty minutes to excite and inflame the crowd. They were good, removing clothing from each other and simulating sex acts, although from where Michelle sat they didn't look very simulated at all. Finally, the show was over, and the house DJ started playing some sultry soul music. The three dancing girls appeared shortly, all in fresh lingerie, visiting the tables to chat with the clients. One of the girls made a beeline over to their table. She was tall and slim, a brunette with coffee coloured skin and a mischievous smile. She said hi to Brian and kissed him in the cheek like old friends, before turning to Michelle and smiling. "Michelle, I would like you to meet Leilani. She is absolutely the best dancer here." "Hi Michelle," said the girl in honeyed tones. "Your dress is absolutely gorgeous, I love it! Brian, you said you were bringing a friend but you never told me she would be such a stunner. Are you two going to wait around for the next show, or shall we..." "No I think we'll go into the back now if that's okay." Brian said. Michelle gulped and drained her glass - the third, or was it fourth? She was a little nervous of what might be about to happen, and somewhat intimidated by the tall and gorgeous girl in front of her. She rose from her chair at Brian's bidding, and they followed Leilani away from the table. "Brian!" she hissed. "Where are we going?" "Lapdance, right? That was part of my challenge, so that's where we're going. For a lapdance." Michelle wasn't placated by that and squeezed Brian's hand, but he just smiled and ignored her as a bouncer held open a huge door for them. Once through the door, Michelle could see that they were in a large room, split of into smaller booths. In each booth was a large semicircular sofa, and in one or two of the other booths Michelle could make out girls giving lapdances to some of the other patrons. The lighting was subdued and sexy, and the music in the room soft and seductive. Leilani motioned to another girl to fetch some drinks, and very shortly another bottle of champagne arrived. Brian did the honours, pouring a glass each for the three of them. They chinked glasses and Michelle took a particularly deep gulp. "Well ladies, shall I let you get on with it?" Michelle looked at him in alarm. "Us girls will be fine, Brian. You go and enjoy the show, and Michelle and I will be having a little fun of our own back here! Isn't that right, Michelle?" "But, I thought I would be giving Brian a lapdance?" "Honey, that's what I get paid for, not you! Brian's going off to watch the show now, so you come and make yourself comfortable over here, on the sofa." Michelle allowed herself to be led over to the sofa, sitting demurely in the middle. Brian raised his glass to them and smiled, a smile Michelle was too nervous to return. Then he was gone. "Michelle, you seem a little nervous. Are you okay? I'm not going to bite!" "I just thought... I thought I would be the one dancing. I just assumed..." "Ha! That's Brian. I know him, and I know his wife Kelly, and we both know that you can't trust Brian an inch. He never, ever does anything you would expect! Now, I know he's probably playing some game, but I also know better than to ask. So you just settle back, we'll turn the music up a little, and we'll see if we can't help you calm down just a little." Michelle sat back, feeling out of her depth and not knowing at all what to expect. She thought she'd be giving a dance, not receiving one. On the other hand... she'd had a several glasses of champagne, the anticipation had made her wet and excited, she thought she may as well relax and enjoy it. Leilani stood square in front of her, about two steps away. She was wearing a black basque with delicate pink lace, attached to a set of stockings, with a pair of black knickers. She unpinned her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. Through her fringe she looked down at Michelle, before closing her eyes and starting to run her hands lightly over her skin in time to the music. She danced for herself for a few moments, allowing Michelle time to become accustomed to what was happening to her. Gradually she started to dance closer and closer to Michelle, moving in closer and looking deep into Michelle's eyes. She turned her back on the seated girl, allowing Michelle's gaze to fall upon a taut and impossibly perfect bottom, which Michelle discovered she wanted to touch, but didn't, remembering the rules. Leilani move closer still, until her bum was almost but not quite touching Michelle's lap. Suddenly, she peeled away again, dancing at a distance, until she moved in quickly, kicking off her shoe quickly and forcing her foot onto the sofa between Michelle's legs. Michelle parted her legs instinctively, revealing a flash of sodden black material between her legs. Slowly, Leilani unhooked her stocking and peeled it down slowly, inches away from Michelle's face. She pulled it right off and dropped the stocking into Michelle's lap, replacing her shoe in order to dance. Moments later she repeated the trick with the other stocking, this time raising her leg so high it was resting on the sofa behind Michelle's shoulder. She was so close Michelle could smell her perfume, and see an outline in the taut material of Leilani's knickers. Again though, it was just a hint, then it was gone. The basque was the next to go, as Leilani unhooked it whilst facing away from her, allowing it to fall to the floor before turning to face Michelle, and showing off her shapely and firm breasts. She jumped onto the sofa, kneeling over Michelle, groin thrusting seductively in time to the music. She was actually touching Michelle this time, and the friction of her moves caused Michelle's slashed skirt to ride up and fall open, flashing Michelle's thong to the room. Leilani raised herself up, so that her nipples were mere millimetres away from Michelle's lips. Leilani teased her own nipples, rolling and pinching them until they got harder. Leilani started to rub herself through the flimsy material of her knickers, until Michelle was quite sure she could actually see the dampness reflected in the light. Her own knickers had gone the same way quite some time before, and now she was breathless and flustered, and very turned on. Then came the denouement as Leilani, standing with her bum just inches away from Michelle's face, slowly drew down the black lace panties. It seemed to take her an age to drag them down her long legs and step out of them, but when she'd done that, she turned to face Michelle and reveal a perfectly smooth pubic mount. She was naked apart from her high heels, and again she sat astride Michelle, nuzzling her neck, whispering and breathing heavily into her ear. Their thighs were in constant friction as Leilani started to thrust against her, their pelvic areas colliding with each thrust. Slyly, Leilani thrust a hand in between them, searching out for Michelle's pussy. She whispered into Michelle's ear, "Brian told me to make it extra nice for you..." Leilani's fingers expertly pulled the Michelle's thong to one side, exposing it to the air. Quick as a flash, Leilani's long fingers were stroking up and down Michelle's exposed lips, gentle caresses designed to tease rather than satisfy. Her lips were on Michelle's neck, and her tongued described dainty patterns on Michelle's neck, teasing her and sending her temperature soaring. Red fingernails flicked at Michelle's clitoris and she leant her head back against the sofa with her eyes shut, breathless at the sensations throughout her body. When Michelle started to groan, Leilani stopped with the teasing, withdrawing her fingers altogether. "Brian said make it nice, not make it perfect!" she giggled, as Michelle, wide eyed, stared at her. "I'm not leaving you high and dry though, I think Brian has a plan for all three of us!" She leaned back slightly, before surprising Michelle with a long and deep kiss on the lips. Them she was gone, up and off the sofa. When Michelle opened her eyes and looked up, Brian was there with an arm around the naked girl's waist. He held out a hand to Michelle. "Shall we?" He said simply. Michelle shook her head to clear it, and then she accepted Brian's hand as Leilani led them through the room, away from the main stage area. They disappeared through a fire exit as Michelle looked more and more puzzled. Leilani, still naked, led them through a veritable rabbit warren of whitewashed breezeblock walls until they emerged at what was clearly the backstage dressing room area. They went into the dressing room, full of mirrors, bright lights and costume racks, beyond which was the shower room and into the toilet. "Just a minute," Leilani said to them. She turned off the main room lights so that the room was only illuminated by the bulbs around the girl's mirrors. They could see their reflection a dozen times at different angles around the room. Leilani produced a bottle, from which she poured three glasses and handed them out. They all clinked glasses and drained them. Michelle was left with a growing sense of trepidation, wondering what Brian had planned for them. Leilani crossed to a mirror and seat that was clearly her own, and turned to Michelle. "Your turn then," she said simply. Michelle swallowed, not understanding. "My turn?" "You had a lap dance in the other room, now it's my turn. Don't worry about Brian," she said as he stood grinning, leaning against a wardrobe on the opposite side of the room, "he just wants to watch. Let me put you some music on." She spun round and turned on the CD player on an adjacent bench, adjusting the volume slightly to make it quieter. "My turn for a lap dance. From you." Michelle was shocked, she thought they'd had the lap dance portion of the night. She took a minute to gather her wits, before pouring herself another drink and draining it in one. Dutch courage was required, for although she'd secretly fantasised about a lap dance, she'd always been doing it for a man - either Ryan, her husband, or since last week, Brian. A new song came on and she closed her eyes, trying to feel the music rather than hear it. When she felt more comfortable, she opened her eyes and walked towards Leilani, keeping eye contact the whole time. Leilani parted her legs when she saw Michelle wanted to dance close. She started by running her hands up and down her body as she swayed to the music, feeling her breasts, moving her hands as far down as her groin, looking at Leilani the whole time. Leilani sat back and took in the whole scene. Michelle slowly turned round, so that her back was facing Leilani, following the moves she had seen performed before. She stuck her butt out at the seated girl, then gently lowered it into her lap, making contact with Leilani. They started to move together in sync with the music. Michelle leaned back, so that her head was resting on Leilani's shoulder. Her neck was long and lithe, and the scent emanating from it was intoxicating. Leilani wanted to kiss it, badly, but understood the rules better then anyone, and so did nothing. She savoured the performance from the amateur. Moments later Michelle leaned forward, presenting a long, smooth back. Her hands found the clasp of her dress underneath her hair and, teasing the moment out, she undid it, and allowed the dress to slide gracefully to her wast. She was still sat in Leilani's lap, topless to the waist, and the moment the stood up the dress would fall to the floor. As a new record started she again started to feel her own body, shocked at the rock hard feel of her nipples. She could sense a distinct dampness between the legs too, and was more excited than she could remember being for some time. After teasing Leilani by playing with breasts that Leilani could not see properly, she stood up. The dress fell, and she was left in black knickers and black high heels. She stayed with her back to Leilani for a few more moments, dancing, touching herself. She made eye contact with Brian, still stood watching intently, the smile never leaving his face. Michelle dance around, slowly turned to face Leilani, until ultimately they were face to face. Leilani was wide eyed with excitement, and looked as though she were trying not to touch herself. Michelle, under no such compunction, took every opportunity to tease the girl in front of her, going so far as to play with herself through the delicate material of her panties. Eventually, when she thought she'd gone far enough, Michelle made a great show of slowly drawing down her lingerie, leaving her in the same undressed state as Leilani. When Michelle took a step back while dancing, Leilani unexpectedly stood up. Michelle froze, for a moment, surprised, and at that point Brian's arms came from behind her. Unable to react, she was ushered through from the main dressing room area to the small room beyond, the toilet and shower area. She was bundled into one of the cubicles, and forced down onto the toilet seat. Quickly Brian unhooked and pulled off his belt, and while Leilani held Michelle's arms above her head, Brian used his belt to lash them to the pipe running to the cistern. Unhurt, but surprised and utterly unable to move her arms or go anywhere, Michelle sat absolutely still, breathing deeply. Ignoring the shackled girl, Brian and Leilani began to kiss, deeply and passionately and with an intimacy that suggested this was not their first time. After a few seconds, Leilani broke free, foraging at Brian's trousers. With a practiced hand she soon had them undone and down by his ankles, revealing what Michelle could only describe as a beautiful cock, smooth, hairless, circumcised and perfectly proportioned. The paid no attention to her at all as Leilani fell to her knees, kissing and slurping at Brian's impressive erection whilst he, eyes closed, leant his head back against the cubicle door. Leilani took in half his cock, slowly withdrawing it, mouth pressed hard against his shaft. She repeated this motion again and again, gently juggling his balls with her left hand. Michelle was transfixed; although with Ryan she had had some pretty wild times, she had never seen intimacy this close up without having something of her own to concentrate on. Unable to even blink, she watched, mesmerised. With her right hand, Leilani started to play with herself, gently caressing her clitoris. She made mewing noises whilst swallowing his prick, and the noises seemed as exciting to Michelle as anything she'd heard before. Roughly, Brian pulled Leilani to her feet. Her attempts to kiss him were rebuffed as she was spun round to face Leilani, than pushed forward. Leilani leant with her palms flat out on Michelle's thighs, and her head right in front of Michelle's face. In seconds, Brian's cock had found the entrance to Leilani's steaming hot pussy, and without thought or finesse he was ramming it home, pummelling her, causing her to shriek with pleasure and pain. Leilani's eyes, just inches from Michelle's face, were screwed shut. It was as though neither of them even acknowledged she was there, as though she were part of the furniture. Of course, this was all part of the game, and now she understood the other girl's earlier cryptic comments. Leilani was moaning, repeating over and over that she wanted to come. Brian pulled hard on her hair, making her stand almost upright before pushing her a step forward. Now, her pussy was close to Michelle's face, and as Brian began to fuck her again, she had a perfect view of his cock, glistening with the moisture from her sex, glided in and out of her. She squealed involuntarily, and sneaked a hand down to play with herself. Sensing that she was close and wanting to draw it out, Brian pulled his cock out without a word. Again he pulled her roughly to her feet, spinning him around to face him this time. He pushed down on the top of her head, forcing her to sit in Michelle's lap. Brian forced both pairs of legs wide apart, gathering his trousers so he had something soft to kneel on. Fumbling in his excitement, he roughly guided his prick into Leilani, picking up the same fierce pace of his thrusts that he used previously. Michelle looked down, staring longingly at his member as it thrust in and out of the girl sat on her lap. The movements of the couple caused Michelle to rock backwards and forwards, creating friction between her and the toilet seat. This continued for several minutes, until Brian's thrusts became more and more spasmodic, and both girls sensed his orgasm was near. Leilani was trying to mutter something, and although it seemed incomprehensible to Michelle, Brian's grin seemed to indicate that he knew all too well what she was saying. After a couple more thrusts, he stumbled reluctantly to his feet. Leilani smiled, then started to bring herself off with her fingers. Brian watched for a moment, the joined her in her masturbating. He continued to stare intently, the pair of them continuing to completely blank Michelle. After a minute or so Michelle started to repeat, 'I'm coming', over and over. Their hands quickened as their orgasms approached, and as Michelle thrust her head back to squeal at her orgasm, Brian entered his orgasm. He deliberately aimed at the girls, splashing it mostly onto Leilani's chest and face, but some spraying over her shoulder. A droplet landed on Michelle's lips; instinctively, she slurped at it. Leilani gathered some up between her index and middle fingers, and started massaging into her pussy and clitoris. She closed her eyes intently, and in minutes brought herself to another juddering orgasm, more prolonged than the last one, whilst Brian and Michelle served as interested onlookers. When both appeared satiated, Leilani turned and untied Michelle's arms. She rubbed her wrists to bring the feeling back into them. Both Leilani and Brian stood there, looking to see what she would do next. Feeling that the onus was on her to top their display, she got to her feet and marched forthrightly over to Leilani's seat. Leaning back in it, she raised her legs so that one was on either side of the big mirror. Finally comfortable, she started to play with herself, leisurely at first, not wanting to rush it. Smiling, the other two went over to join her. They waited until she had opened her eyes and nodded her assent, and then took their positions. Scrabbling about on all fours, Leilani finally popped up between Michelle's legs. Gently she pulled away Michelle's fingers and replaced them with her tongue. She was skilled at oral sex; her tongue moving quickly and firmly, and with perfect rhythm over Michelle's swollen clitoris. Brian moved behind the chair, and reaching down, started to massage Michelle's breasts whilst kissing her neck. Michelle let herself go limp, savouring the feelings they were arousing in her. The Red Dragon Social Club Ch. 01 As she felt her orgasm approach, Michelle decided she wanted to take control. She pushed Leilani away and rose from the seat. She pulled Brian round and sat him down firmly, before straddling him and slowly lowering herself down, impaling herself on his cock. He grunted when he was in her to the hilt and she released her weight onto him. Snapping her fingers, she smiled and pointed towards her sex. Leilani needed no second invitation and resumed the slow, patient licking against Michelle's clitoris, as Michelle worked herself backwards and forwards on Brian's cock. As turned on as she was, it didn't take for Michelle to come, and as the familiar headrush approached she grasped hard against the arms of the chair. Wave after wave washed over her, lifting her up, making her forget the discomfort of the last fifteen minutes, tied to a pipe in a dressing room toilet. Brian came again, with what remained of the semen in his sacs shooting into Michelle. Leilani ceased licking to allow Michelle to concentrate, instead clambering onto the chair until she were straddling Michelle. They spent several minutes sharing long, deep and passionate kisses, recognition of a beautiful shared experience. The Red Dragon Social Club Ch. 02 Previously in "The Red Dragon Social Club"... New couple Brian and Kelly have been admitted to the Red Dragon Social Club. Following the rules set down by the club, the women make the draw. Brian and Michelle visited an exclusive lapdance club where Michelle received a dance from one of the girls, before the three of them adjourned to the dressing room. Michelle was tied up while Brian had sex with the dancer. If all this is new to you, and/or it makes no sense, it might be worth your time finding out and reading part one of this story - things will make a lot more sense after, I promise! The next section is Jayne's draw - she drew 'car', 'striptease' and 'radio' together with Laurent as her partner. A final note: I am opening the future of this storyline up to the readers. If you have a particular scenario from the original draw in the first instalment that you would like me to write next, please leave me a message or email me. Alternatively, if you have a suggestion along the lines of the original draw, please send me your three suggestions and the two characters you would like me to write about. Jayne and Laurent It was a balmy early summer evening when Laurent's convertible drew up the long drive leading to the Lomas' home. The gravel crunched under the tyres as it rolled to a stop by the front door, and Laurent saw the curtains twitch. Seconds later Jayne was at the door, waving to him with a flirtatious smile. Awkwardly, he waved back, uncomfortable with the level of intimacy displayed in her smile. As she walked towards the car he looked her up and down. She was wearing a tailored white blouse, curving over her breasts and gathered at her slim waist, and a knee length black skirt with a daringly high split revealing black stockings, whilst her long naturally blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. She had a body that a woman half Jayne's 45 years would be proud of, something she worked at very hard. As she put on her sunglasses she saw Laurent looking her over, and she smiled. Once in the car she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, asking where they were going. He smiled but never replied. Jayne knew that he was still uncomfortable speaking English, but also he was generally what novelists would describe as the 'strong, silent type'. He turned up the volume on the CD player and accelerated away. Half an hour later and they were parked atop one side of the gorge, with a view across to the other side and for many miles around. Laurent had packed a small picnic of sorts, consisting of champagne and strawberries in the main. They took a rug and spread it out on the grass a little way away from the car, sipping champagne and carrying on a light-hearted conversation as the sun started to set over the dramatic Derbyshire countryside. It was still gloriously warm, especially for the time of year, and the champagne helped warm them on the inside too. Jayne was trying to prise details out of Laurent about what they would be doing. She thought she had an idea, but waited to be shown. An hour later, and the last ebbing rays of the sun had disappeared behind the Tor. Jayne was becoming impatient in a good-natured way, trying to prise something, anything out of him. He perked up as he heard a noise, and when Jayne, distracted, looked round for the source, he spoke in his surprisingly quiet and gentle voice, still constrained by its strong French accent. "Jayne, I would very much like for you to dance for me." "Well of course, I didn't think that you would be dancing for me! I suppose I will be stripping for you, as per the draw?" The Frenchman smiled. "Just tell me where you would like me..." He led her by the hand to a spot nearer the edge of the gorge. This was a picnic site, with gravel parking for the cars and the wooden tables and benches for people to sit at. He motioned to a patch of grass in the middle of the semi-circular formation of picnic tables; this was where he would like her to dance. "And what will I be dancing to, sweetie?" He smiled his enigmatic little smile again, and left her to walk back to the car. It was getting dark and she was a little uncertain. He reached into the car and turned on the radio, turning it up so Jayne could hear it clearly. After that, he flicked on the headlights, and the strong beams sought out the blonde standing several metres in front of the car. She understood at that point. Picked out by the car's headlights and to the music from the car's radio, Jayne would be able to dance, and strip, for him. In the darkness of the warm summer's evening, she would be able to put on a spectacular little show. He took a bag out of the boot of the car, fumbling about in it for a moment. He brought over her glass of champagne, and she took both that and the remnants of the bottle from him with a smile. Reaching into the shoulder bag, he produced a handheld digital video camera and she laughed. Taking that as her assent, he returned to the car and set it up on the dashboard so that it captured Jayne squarely in the middle of the shot. He looked up and nodded to her. Waiting a moment until she recognised the song, she started to dance for him, slowly at first, but with a confidence that only comes from being truly confident with the way you look. Her hands were on her hips, and she started to grind her hips round in a circle, sticking her rear out for him so he could only gasp at the way it looked when caught in profile in his headlights. Truth be told, he was a little dismayed that she hadn't put on something a little sexier for him - she was smart, certainly, definitely elegant as always, but sexy? As if reading his thought, she undid a couple of buttons on her blouse, and as she dipped low he could just see inside her blouse and caught a glimpse of black underwear. He picked up the camera and used the digital zoom to focus on the cleavage revealed therein. Catching him looking, she decided to tease him a little, and left the last couple of buttons on her blouse fastened. She turned her attention to her skirt, hitching it up while she danced round in a circle. The song on the radio changed, something with a slower tempo, and she used that as an excuse to draw out her movements, stretching them out, turning every twist of her body into an elongated tease in its own right. As her skirt drew up, he caught a flash of white flesh at the top of her stockings, contrasting with the strap of her suspender belt. Again, once she'd allowed him to see so much she turned her back on him. She kept on pulling her skirt up, until it was almost totally up around her waist. Just as she did so, she allowed it to drop again. His disappointment was short-lived though as her hands sought out the zipper, and with excruciating slowness she pulled the zip down. A quick flick of her fingers and the catch was undone. She kept a hand on the waistband to stop it falling, and as she gyrated round to face him, she bent over, pulling the waistband of the skirt down as far as the tops of her stockings. Again though it was just a tease, as she snapped the skirt back up. Keeping hold of it, she sassily stomped several paces towards the car to ensure he was getting a good view. He quickly readjusted the camera to make sure it was properly focussed. He zoomed in on her cleavage as she bent over towards him, filling the camera's monitor with creamy flesh bound by delicate black lace. As he did so, she spun round again, raising her arms straight above her head and wiggling her butt so that the skirt slid to the ground of its own accord. He admired her long legs, encased in black stockings held up by a black suspender belt, and zoomed out to take them all in. Her blouse still covered her bum to some degree, so he centred on her legs. She took a few more steps back, dancing and twirling as the music from the radio changed back to something more uptempo. Her gyrations became more animated in accordance with the new soundtrack, and whilst his attention was drawn to her movements she quickly snapped apart the remaining buttons on her blouse, allowing it to flap open. As she turned round and round, it gave him quick flashes of her black bra, so quick that his camera couldn't properly lock the focus on. She stopped spinning and turned sideways on for him, coyly lowering the blouse over her shoulder and down her arm, blowing a him a kiss as she did. He smiled, and she laughed, pulling the blouse back on and dancing away. She danced and turned, moving closer towards the car until she was practically at the end of the bonnet. She pulled her blouse off quickly, twirling it over her head with a whoop, as a song came on that she knew and loved. She stood before him now just in her lingerie and high heels. She danced back to where she'd left the champagne, and took a deep draught of it, unexpectedly giving him another perfect cleavage shot. She left the dregs in the bottom of the glass and set it down, resuming her dancing. She was getting hot now, very turned on, and wanted to move on quickly. She knew Laurent's preferences and realised that he was in his element as voyeur, and he could keep that up for as long as required without losing his cool and needing to get involved. A sound from the woods behind Laurent's car startled her, and she stopped dancing, using her arms to preserve her modesty as best she could. There was a throaty purr and a familiar crunching noise, which she realised was another car pulling into the clearing by Laurent's car. Suddenly she realised where they were - it was the local lover's lane! She vaguely remembered reading something about it in the village paper. It was where young couples from miles around would drive to make out - and more - and it was gaining a reputation for attracting an unwanted unsavoury element to the area. She looked up, and Laurent was looking straight at her, rather than the image on his camera's LCD. Clearly he still wanted her to carry on dancing. As the new car pulled up alongside Laurent's car, he looked over. There was a young couple in the car, with him driving. They looked over at Laurent nervously. Slowly, he broke out into a smile that they took as permission to stay and watch. The young man adjusted the position of the car slightly so his headlights framed Jayne perfectly, and they settled back in their seats expectantly. Caught in two minds, Jayne stood stock still. What did Laurent have in mind? Had he known about this place? Given its reputation, and his predilections, she thought it likely. Had he even arranged to meet this couple here? She thought that rather more unlikely. She took in Laurent's calm but expectant face, and the eager, fresh-faced look of the two newcomers, and decided to continue. A new song began as she regained her confidence and started to dance again. Picking up the tempo of the song, she flicked her head from side to side so that her waist length blonde hair flew out, sparkling and shining in the twin sets of headlights. She grew accustomed to the couple, even beginning to forget that she was being watched at all as she recovered her enthusiasm for the show she was meant to be putting on. She retrieved her glass of champagne and drained it, disappointed to find that it was almost empty. She snatched up the half full bottle as she danced around and raised it to her lips, taking two deep drinks as she gyrated in the lights. She slurped greedily at the bottle, and the movements of the dance caused her lips to momentarily lose their purchase on the bottle, and some of the cold fizzy champagne splashed onto her chin, dripping onto her breasts. It gave her an idea, and after one last swig she raised the bottle high above her head. She threw her head back and slowly inclined the bottle, and at once the champagne ran out, splashing down onto her breasts, running over her midriff and into her panties, and splashing onto the ground. She was careful not to tilt the bottle too much, prolonging the show, dancing the whole while and shaking her blonde mane about. By the time the bottle was drained, her lingerie was dripping wet, and so was she. Through the glare of the headlights she could make out the couple in the car, and from what she could see he was enjoying a hand job from his pretty brunette companion. Clearly they were appreciating her show, even if Laurent was as impassive as every other time they had been together. Deep down she knew he would be enjoying it; it was just not in his nature to be as demonstrative as the English. Emboldened by the actions of the couple, she unhooked her bra and, using her arms to push her breasts together, allowed the straps to fall from her shoulders. Dancing around until she presented them with her back, she allowed the bra to fall away, and as she turned again she revealed to her audience two beautiful breasts that belied their age, firm and smooth as they were, and now adorned by hard nipples. Becoming more and more intoxicated by the minute, she started to caress and tease them, rolling the soft flesh underneath her palms, pinching the nipples to make them harder. She wanted to remove her knickers, but she also wanted to make it special for the newcomers in the audience. Allowing the dance to take her to the front of their car, she sexily drew down her knickers as slowly as she could, maintaining eye contact with the couple as much as possible. His mouth was a wide 'O', although whether that was through her antics of the vigorous actions of his companion she couldn't tell. Truth be told she didn't care. Once the knickers were down to the floor she stepped out of them and thought about leaving them, but on a whim she threw them onto the windshield of the couple's car, where they landed in the corner on the passenger's side. The couple stopped and looked at them for a second, before the girl leaned over, unwound the window, and brought them inside. Jayne was intrigued to see what she would do with them, sodden with champagne and her pussy juices as they were. She continued to dance close to the car, working her way slightly round to the driver's side for a better view. The couple were sharing a deep and passionate kiss, and the girl had Jayne's knickers in her left hand. Jayne craned her neck, and could see the young man's erection standing red and proud from his trousers. Breaking from the kiss, the girl delicately wrapped the silky knickers around the shaft, and started to caress him again with long, luxurious strokes. Jayne was excited to see how the girl was using her knickers, and the pleasure the young man derived from them. The girl bent over so her head was in his lap and, still masturbating him with Jayne's knickers, began to lick and kiss at the head of his cock. Jayne went right round to the driver's side of the car, and perched on the side so she could watch the show. The girl was making a show of slurping and slobbering over his cock, leaving sticky trails of saliva hanging from her lips every time she broke away. Her hand, wrapped in the knickers, moved swiftly up and down, squeezing the pre-ejaculatory juices out and tasting them with the tip of her tongue. Excited by the show, Jayne shuffled round to get a better view. She could feel her clitoris throbbing and longed to play with it. Looking round, she could see Laurent sill watching intently, with the camera trained on her rather than the couple. Bolstered by the sight, and Laurent's evident excitement, she swung her legs round and shuffled her bum until she was sat on the bonnet, legs apart, glistening pussy facing the windscreen. The couple in the car looked up at her in wonderment as her right hand slipped between her legs and started to caress her clitoris, rubbing the ball of her index and middle finger alternately over it, keeping eye contact with the couple the whole time. Inside the car, the young man leaned across to the girl and whispered in her ear. The girl's eyes lit up. She shuffled in her seat, pulling up the short denim skirt until it was around her waist. She squirmed and wriggled until she'd pulled her white cotton panties down. Leaving them hanging off one foot, she hitched her legs up until they were on the dashboard, spread wide apart, and Jayne could see into her pussy the way she could see into Jayne's. The girl's was sleek and completely hairless, with the cutest pair of lips, smooth and neat. The young man watched as both women stared intently at each other's sex, before Jayne broke the stillness by reaching down to her own pussy, starting to play with it again. The girl, eventually, did likewise, rubbing herself slowly whilst never taking her eyes off Jayne. At this point Laurent felt he was missing the best of the action, so, keeping the camera trained as best he could, he got out of his car and walked slowly over to the adjacent car. Ha approached the driver's side and tapped on the driver's window. The young man got out, and the two men had a quick whispered conversation. The net effect was that the young man took the camera from Laurent and got into the back seat. As Laurent eased himself into the driver's seat, the young man took up filming from the rear seat. The girl smiled across at her new companion, and without breaking her own rhythm she undid Laurent's trousers, teasing out Laurent's long, smooth cock. She wrapped her left hand round Laurent's shaft, and started playing with him. From her position sat on the bonnet, Jayne watched with growing excitement as her companion's erection grew quickly under the young girl's expert touch. Jayne could not help but insert two fingers inside her wet hole, using her thumb to work on her clitoris. She silently cursed the fact that she needed her other hand to support herself on the smooth, cold metal of the car's bonnet and she could not give herself all the attention she needed. Inside the car, the girl had abandoned her own pussy was contemplating taking Laurent's cock into her mouth. She kissed his shaft, licking it all over whilst still rubbing it with her hand. As it stiffened quickly, she heard Laurent groan. She spent several minutes giving him head, whilst stealing a hand back down to her clit to play with herself. As she felt the familiar salty taste of pre-sum, she looked up at her boyfriend. He paused for the briefest moment before returning her smile, the assent she needed to take it to the next step. She sat up in her seat, undoing the first couple of buttons on her blouse before losing patience and yanking it over her head to reveal a lacy bra in pink and black, which she quickly undid. Her breasts were small but pert, and the nipples erect. She kicked off her heels and was finally naked. She leaned over and kissed Laurent deeply before breaking off to whisper an instruction to him. Laurent slid the driver's seat back as far as it would go, before opening the driver's door. The girl awkwardly clambered over, banging her knee of the steering wheel, until she was sat, still facing Jayne, in Laurent's lap. Impatiently she felt between her legs for Laurent's cock, taking hold of the head between finger and thumb until she could feel it between her pussy lips. Without decorum, she lowered herself onto his erection until she could feel it deep inside her. She started to bounce up and down on it at her won pace, completely ignoring the feelings and desires of the man inside her. Although he had his hands on her hips, he could do nothing to control the young girl. Once again she began to play with herself, struggling at times to keep contact with her clitoris as she rose and fell on the Frenchman's cock. Intent on watching the passionate and erotic display in front of her, Jayne almost forgot her own excitement. The young man did not have as good a view as Jayne, and resolved to do something about it. The girl had asked Laurent to open the driver's door so she could hand one exquisitely long, lithe leg out of it, and this the young man took advantage of, coming round to the drivers side, to get a perfect view. He was able to close in on his girlfriend's pussy, her distended lips gripping the cock inside her. Her face was contorted into a mask of concentration as she worked hard to achieve orgasm, and when it came she screamed out loud, making her three companions jump in surprise. She moaned continuously as the waves of orgasm surfed through her body, her hips spasming repeatedly. The Red Dragon Social Club Ch. 02 Concerned that she had not paid due attention to her partner, the young girl climbed off of Laurent and out of the car. Shaking her head to clear it a little, She leant back inside the car and took Laurent's cock in her mouth again, her gorgeous round bum stuck high in the air. Able now to work magic with her tongue, she took Laurent to the very brink of orgasm, to the point where he took hold of her hair and was uttering obscenities in French. This was too much for Jayne, and she leant right back on the bonnet, her back making contact with the cold metal but not caring a jot as she could use both hands on her pussy, her clitoris and her breasts. At that point, the young girl left Laurent high and dry, retreating backwards away from him, smiling saucily and indicating with a finger that he should follow her. Jayne was oblivious to all this, as, eyes closed, she frantically clawed at her pussy in a race to get to her orgasm as soon as possible. The girl led Laurent round to the front of the car and positioned him so that his cock was just inches from Jayne's head as she lay prostrate on the bonnet. Then, she indicated to her boyfriend that he should finally join the party, which he did without wasting any time. As Laurent retrieved the camera from him, the girl gave him a long, lingering kiss, before breaking off and smiling at her male companions. She leant over Jayne and started to kiss her on the lips. Jayne, surprised at first and a little annoyed that her concentration had been broken, soon warmed to the task and returned the girl's kisses. Their tongues danced together, and the show left both men utterly aroused. The young girl broke away from the kiss with some regret on Jayne's part, but as she looked up and saw the twin erection above her head, she forgot her disappointment. She made as though to get up, but the young girl gently pushed her back down so that she remained flat out on the car bonnet. Turning her back on Jayne, the young girl knelt between the two men. She took one cock in each hand and started to masturbate them both. She alternated kisses between both cocks. Jayne, quickly realising what the girl was planning to do, settled into her passive spectator role and resumed play on her own clitoris. She inched down the bonnet a little so that could incline her head a little further back and get a better view of the two erections, and the gorgeous young girl masturbating both of them. Laurent kept switching the camera's focus between the young girl sucking hungrily at two cocks, and the naked blonde in front of him masturbating on the car's bonnet. Laurent had already been very close to his orgasm before the girl broke off, and it did not take her long to bring him back up to the same state. Her boyfriend, excited at the show she had put on for him, had not had the same level of attention, and it was to him that she now turned. Little by little, she took his whole cock into her mouth, right up to the hilt, and sucked deeply on it. She felt the shudders this sent racing through his erection, and she kept it up for as long as she possibly could. When the juices from it started to trickle down the back of her throat, she knew he was close and that it was time for the final denouement. Extricating his cock from her mouth, she stepped up the pace as she masturbated both cocks. Jayne could sense what was coming, and see already the small bubbles of sperm forming at the tip of both cocks. The men's breathing quickened as she worked hard to bring them both off, and was rewarded just seconds later as first Laurent, and then her boyfriend, started to groan and shake with the familiar symptoms of approaching orgasm. Jayne again shuffled further towards them, masturbating furiously, and she moaned out loud as her she beat both men to orgasm. As the intense orgasmic rush threatened to cause her to black out, she felt the first splashes of Laurent's sperm across her neck and breasts. Again he murmured in French, repeating the same phrases over and over, and almost immediately after the young man came in a torrent, this time, splashing hot spunk in her hair and across her lower face. As some landed on her lips, her tongue stole out to lap it up. Sensing a job well done, the young girl again leant over Jayne's body, and began to lap up the trails of sticky sperm, from Jayne's breasts, shoulders and neck, before finishing with further long, deep kisses, in which the women's tongues wrestled with each other for the last tastes of cum in each other mouths. Remember - the future of this storyline is now over to YOU! I would particularly like to hear your all new suggestions, so leave me a message or email me with one location, one sexual practice, and one random word, together with the two characters you would like to see get together, and I will do my best to do justice to your suggestion. Thanks for reading!