David’s POV.
The air is filled with scents of musk and arousal. The dim lights around the bleachers I’m sitting on do not do justice to the amount of sins going on around me.
Just peering at the stage, I can see the Male and female giving us a show of sensual, hot sex. Droplets of oil make their skin glisten under the fluorescent light.
It’s another night in Sex Dungeon, even though I didn’t plan on coming here before, I can’t say I’m regretting now because the sensually charged air is making me think of the girl I want. My Vera.
Nathan is sitting just beside me, smirking as he takes in the scene playing down on the stage.
The Male actor whirls the female in an angled position, holding her by her hips and rocking his cock inside and out of her nub.
I can see the cream the female is producing at every stroke and thrust of the Male’s shaft.
Her moans filled the air with a strong ripple.
However, just about now, the actors aren’t the only ones indulging in this. The audience is.
At least, I’ve seen four people in my row getting involved one way or another. That’s the reason the air is filled with a strong musky scent that can make someone go crazy.
Fuck it, I’m only hanging on a thin thread but I know the only person that can make my throbbing shaft calm down.
The man I recognize as a priest sitting two seats by my right paid for a Male actor.
The male actor is standing before him, oil decorating his skin. Some dripping down.
I sneak a look and I see the priest who looks to be in his fifties grab a hold of the Male actor member. I hear him moan…more grunted moan escape the Male actor’s lips.
Even though it’s a bit dark around here, I manage to see the pearly white smile the priest gave on feeling the hard cock in his palm.
I try to cut my eyes away from them but before I do so, I see the priest running his tongue over the tips of the guy’s member.
“So, that was it.” Nathan’s words filter in my ears and I crack a smile, even though I don’t remember half of what he just said.
I only remember him telling me how Ral had offered for them to date. Well, more like Ral proposed to Nathan.
I never pegged the man as non-straight though. But he got it all wrong if he actually thought Nathan was a non-straight too.
I know what Nathan prefers, and that is self-pleasure, but somewhere in between, he fucks women. Not men.
“I see.” I spill, my eyes darting back and forth on the stage and to the people getting individual services around me.
“Ahhh, that’s perfect…”
A woman squeals beside us and I throw my gaze in the direction of the sound and watch what is transpiring.
Like I always say, Sex Dungeon is where people live their fantasies, what they can’t live out in the real world. Here you see people exhibiting different attitudes. Loving different things.
The woman I’m looking at now is no different. From the looks of it, she loves ‘Cum play. The Male actor before her is ejaculating all over the woman’s face, making her squeal as he runs the jizz all over her face.
The guy is grunting even as the woman nuzzles her face over his shaft, plastering his semen all over.
I break my gaze away when I feel my phone buzz. Bringing it out, I find out it’s Vera.
She’s just texted me to inform me she got admitted to Stanford at last.
My lips kick up in a small and I can’t help but imagine the ones taking over her face.
I love making my girl happy. She doesn’t know the details but I’m the one that worked things out for her. I understand she wanted these online courses so she can meet up with her work at Days Dream and I decided to help her out.
Now, seeing her text message my heart all but flutters.
After a while, I text her back. “Always making me proud.”
Women love praises and I can’t imagine the blush that’ll appear on Vera’s cheeks at my words.
We text a few more times. Though, she doesn’t reply to my last message even though she has seen it.
While I try to focus my attention back on the scene, I find it quite difficult. The only thing I think of is the best way we can celebrate this little win.
“Hmmm.” I hum at the stroke of a new idea.
After that, I pin my focus back on the scene, enjoying it while gaining ideas on how I’m going to fuck Vera in celebration.
When the first show ended, I took my leave. Of course, more scenes will be played for those that love coming late at night.
When I trot outside, I find out it’s already late.
I didn’t come with my driver today, hence I entered my new Escalade and drove down to a good wine store where I ordered two hot bottles of champagne.
Tonight calls for celebration and I can’t fucking wait for Kid and I to get down to it.
In record time, I drive into her apartment complex, throwing my car in the park, I take the elevator.
My heart is rippling but it’s all happiness that I feel.
Every day I fucking spend with Vera I become more vulnerable around her.
My only fear is that I don’t want to suddenly reveal my deepest secret emotions to her.
And that is the dam fact that I love her so much, it scares me.
She’s that one thing that lights joy in my heart.
This…. I touch my heart as it throbs faster. Heavily. This is one of the secrets I intend to keep away from her.
When the elevator snaps open, I begin to pad my way down the hallway until I stop in front of her door.
I stop before Vera’s door and slide the key card into the hole.
The door springs open and I tread inside, my feet just hammering barely on the floor.
My eyes trail to the kitchen a bit and I see the coffee machine on the island. The whipped cream sits on the countertops.
Unlike before the kitchen seems scattered. The pots are still on the stove.
I strut into it, taking in the little mess.
“It isn’t much. I guess she just came back home.” I splutter to myself.
I shrug lightly and skitter to the side of the fridge.
Throwing the door of the fridge open, I look inside.
The glasses ain’t inside.
I sigh and begin roaming my gaze on the counters and I see two lying idly there. I take them to the sink and rinse.
While doing so, I hear a deep voice, making me pause.
“That doesn’t sound like Vera’s voice…”
“Hahaha…”
I’m still pondering on that until I hear Vera’s light laugh.
My blood surged. My mind is on alert as I wonder who that could be.
I think of anyone possible but none came to my mind.
I’m not completely conscious of what I’m doing again and in the next second, I’m walking through the hallway to arrive in the living room.
I stop just as I arrive in the living room, a few feet away from the sofa where Vera is sitting in a compromised position with…
“William?” I snap.
My eyes narrow as I take in their position.
William is sitting beside Vera, holding her feet whereas Vera only has her towel around her chest.
Fucking goddamn short towel! I growl inside me.
Watching him holding her, touching what’s mine, it makes me crazy.
Makes my skin boil.
I don’t know how that fucking come out of my lips but it did and I hear myself echoing the word. “Mine!”
And in three short strides, I stand before William, tackling his shirt collar around my fist…
To be continued…