The Gentlemen’s Challenge (Erotic Story.)
“There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a woman orgasm for you. I will never tire of the sight,” I mused as I looked at the challenge card I had drawn.
“Then you will take the challenge V?” Master J asked. He knew my answer already. We all belonged to a small BDSM group where we enjoyed and shared our submissive women.
We did not hide our club but nor did we advertise it. Joining was by invite only and even then, there were induction meetings to test candidate's acceptability and to see if the club met the criteria they were looking for.
Society was not always tolerant of such clubs and looked down on kinky practices, group sex and sharing partners.
In private though, many probably secretly fantasised of belonging to such a group and freeing themselves of inhibitions.
At tonight's meeting, whilst basking in the aftermath of pleasure, the Dominant men decided to set each other cheeky little challenges. We wrote down a fantasy and goal we each wished to achieve on a card, shuffled them up and each took one blindly.
Mine was to make a female orgasm in public.
I grinned at J and answered, “I'll not only take the challenge but I'll do it at The Pamplemousse Ball.”
The Pamplemousse Ball was one of the many events in the town celebrating the Real Ale and Beer Festival. Everyone took part in the celebrations and people came from far and wide to enjoy it.
Master J grinned back, “Do you even have a date for that evening?”
“Not yet, but that only makes the challenge more interesting,” I answered.
In truth, I had met a lady who I had been flirting with for a while. She was a possible submissive candidate for our club. This would be an interesting test to see if she was adventurous and open to a bit of naughtiness.
Two weeks later she had accepted my advances and my invitation to take her to The Pamplemousse Ball. We were there dancing cheek to cheek to some slow numbers. She was pressed in close to me with my lips near her ear.
She was wearing an exquisite purple and black dress mini dress with a discreet zip hidden in a central pleat at the back that went from the waist, over her bottom to the hem.
I was wearing a black tuxedo, a white dress shirt, black dicky bow, black shoes and socks.
I growled softly in her ear, “Today I am feeling predatory. Today I have set myself a goal. A goal to make you orgasm in public… right here!”
Her breath caught and I felt her shiver in excitement.
“What makes you think I am that kind of girl?” She tried to gather herself admirably.
“Because I attract that kind of girl. That kind of girl wants to experiment and needs a strong man to show her how. Tell me I'm wrong?” I whispered and nibbled her lobe.
She paused for a moment and having made her decision, she said, “You are not wrong!”
“Are you game then Baby Girl?” I clarified.
She smiled nervously and said, “You know I've never…”
“Shshsh,” I told her, “You only live once and besides, when you are old and cranky and sitting with a blanket over your knees by the fire, don't you want a naughty secret to remember and make you smile?”
She giggled and as if on cue, the music turned to an even slower beat.
“Perfect. Now all you have to do is go to the Ladies and take your panties off,” I told her.
She blushed and confessed, “I'm not wearing any!”
“Well, well, well! You naughty girl”, I admonished her playfully and then added, “I think I like this sexy little slut in you.”
I pulled her in close and bumped her off my chest before dancing her backwards to a more secluded corner of the dance floor. A wall partially hid her from view from the back, and I shielded her from the front. It was perfect for what I had in mind. I felt for the zip hidden in her hem and pulled it up so I could easily access her arse and pussy.
When she felt my fingers touching her labia for the first time, she gasped into my shoulder and gushed her pleasure all over my fingers.
“Good Girl” I said to encourage her. “I think you like me fingering and touching your cunt in public!”
I cupped her pussy at first and ground my hand into her so she was drenched in her own excitement and then pushed two fingers into her, using my thumb to part her lips and circle her sexy little nub.
She hid and pressed her face in to my shoulder, breaking into a sweet heat, biting her lip while I played with her. Her breath and little moans expressed her pleasure at my lewd and indecent fondling.
Master J and the other Masters danced slowly passed us, nodding their heads in acknowledgement and approval as my eyes met theirs.
They knew the challenge was well in hand.
“V, I'm going to embarrass myself if you don't stop!” she whispered desperately.
“That's the idea Baby Girl. I want you to cum, right here on the public dance floor.
That excited her more and I felt her tense as I continued to masturbate her quite mercilessly.
A glow began to appear around her. Her skin was flushed. She looked at me. Sparks began to appear in her rolling eyes, her breath caught and she was trying to stifle high pitched mewls escaping her mouth. Then I felt the uncontrolled convulsions on my fingers. It was incredibly beautiful.
I held her against me as she screamed into my shoulder, stifling what she could and I thoroughly enjoyed the moment. Her pussy fluttered on my fingers and flooded them and my hand in her sacred oil.
When she came down from the sexual high, I wickedly stirred my fingers inside her pussy and used my wet thumb to press on to her sensitive clitoris to ensure she and I enjoyed the ambrosial aftershocks.
It caused more delicious pussy ripples, more sexy shoulder moans and caused her to have shaky legs. She leaned more into me just to remain upright.
She was a very responsive and sexy lady and I was a very lucky man to be holding her and share in that moment.
If anyone else had seen what was going on in our corner as they danced by, they were far too polite to say anything.
She took a few moments to calm, only for me to press my thumb again and again on her sensitive clitoris to start a fresh aftermath of convulsions.
How could I resist? The moment was to aesthetic not to milk it in full.
She was so breath taking in her pleasure and I was a man who enjoyed watching a woman in sexual play and then to attain that special crest and climactic crash.
She eventually turned her head to me and whispered, “Please…Say Please,”
I knew immediately what she was asking of me and I adored her for it.
I removed my fingers from her pussy and lifted her chin to look at me. I smeared her own juice on her lips and whispered, “In future, whenever you greet me, you will gloss your lips in your pussy juice just like this and then kiss me passionately on my lips.”
Then I made her watch me lick my fingers, savouring her delicious essence while I contemplated her request.
Her doe eyes staring at me, made me want to conquer her right there and then.
I kissed her deeply and passionately.
“Please,” I growled looking into her eyes. It was not a pleading please. It was more a demand. “Please, allow me the pleasure of fucking you till you scream my name!”
AusWoody as Mr July 2017 made by GsCougar. RIP both.
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