Deviant Intent: OBSESSION Page 5

  The next destination: Club Coquette.

  We got in my truck and began the trip towards the west side of Atlanta; the club was located over off of Fulton Industrial Boulevard, in the commercial district where there was no fear of anyone complaining about the ‘freaks’ outside in their neighborhood or anything like that. I always thought it was a sound business strategy definitely; if I ever wanted to open a swingers club that would be the area I would have chosen.

  We were on I-20 just passing by the I-285 interchange, and I had to admit it was hard to keep my eyes off of Natasha. I could feel her eyes on me as well, and I guessed the prospect of heading into a hedonistic atmosphere didn’t help matters, either. I kept looking at her legs; her thighs were thick, just like I like them on a woman, and they, as well as her ass, filled out the skirt quite impressively.

  She was reclined in the passenger seat, alternating between looking out the window and stealing looks at me as we rode. I kept the music on the radio mellow, using 107.5 FM Jazz to keep things slow and sexy, which was the mood I needed her to be in.

  “Are you okay, Detective?” I asked as I took the Fulton Industrial Boulevard exit. “You seem a little tense.”

  “I’ve actually never been in an environment like this before. I’m a little nervous,” she finally admitted, sounding innocent, her voice dripping with a modesty that we’re not supposed to show as law enforcement personnel.

  But tonight, she was also a woman; a woman that was about to be introduced into a world that most only fantasized about.

  We entered the club, looking for a quiet corner to sit and observe. We found a corner booth, Natasha instinctively cuddled up to me.

  It felt good… too good… and it was all I could do to keep from getting hard on the spot.

  At first we were just observing the surroundings. We were in the middle of all the action for the most part. There was a clear view of the orgy room; a large pane window showed a sea of mattresses pushed together. I counted at least twenty in total; every possible square footage being taken up by some explicit action. There was a bondage play room to the left of us, and we could hear the sounds of leather slapping against flesh, moans so deafening that you couldn’t help but be aroused upon hearing it. There were newbie couples around us, the women giggled at what they were seeing, the shyness apparent in their shocked faces, their male companions trying to goad them into a PDO – public display of oral – or at least show off their breasts to passersby.

  On the pseudo dance floor, couples and groups danced closely.

  Men were fondling women…

  Women were fondling men…

  Men were fondling men…

  Women were fondling women…

  In this place, anything went. I couldn’t resist getting aroused more and more. With a slip of the wrist, I unzipped and released, allowed my manhood a bit more room to breathe and possibly operate.

  I grabbed Natasha’s hips and slid her up and onto my lap, so that her back was against the wall, sitting perpendicular to me. I started to kiss and nibble on her neck before reaching up and greeting her lips. She wasn’t as surprised as she was earlier when we were in my office, but I chalked that up to the libidinous atmosphere taking hold of her senses and desires. Her lips tasted sweeter now than when I had to manhandle her earlier to reset her state of mind.

  “Ok, rookie, tell me what you see.”

  “Well, I see inhibition abandoned. I see lust, sex everywhere.”

  “Be more specific, Detective.”

  As she began to talk, I slowly and smoothly slipped my hand up her top, exposed her breasts unintentionally, my fingers ran over her nipples. The pin sized nubs pushed out toward my hand, the blood of her own lust engorged her nipple. My other hand slowly pulled her skirt up, showing her legs even more than she was comfortable with. At that moment, I don’t think that she even noticed it; we were completely wrapped in the moment.

  “Mmm, I see a man. He’s watching me. He wants me. He wants to fuck me.”

  “Do you want him?”

  “I do. He’s so sexy.”

  I lifted her higher into the air. In a smooth motion, Natasha moved her soaking wet pussy to encourage my dick to have a very inviting conference. She slid down on me with no effort at all, as if we were meant to do this before long anyway.

  “What else?” I growled, trying to ignore the instant urge to explode. I knew we weren’t supposed to be doing this raw, but damn she felt so good, and I didn’t make a move for the condoms that were in my pocket.

  What?

  A good scout was always prepared.

  So was a good P.I.

  “Mmm… I see a woman. She is drinking at the bar. She wants to try another man, but isn’t sure she should,” she gasped silently, trying hard not to moan. She was slowly losing that battle.

  I lifted Natasha up and lowered her down again, feeling her getting slicker with each stroke. She felt like satin, and it excited me more the deeper we sank into the abyss of the desire that consumed us both.

  “How can you tell?” I nibbled on her ear as I whispered in her ear.

  “Because she keeps looking at her man and smiling, but when she focuses on the rest of the bar, her face becomes more wanting. She is lightly touching her breasts, crossing her legs. She wants to come so badly.”

  “Do you?” I asked as I kept teasing.

  “Oh God yes!”

  “Keep going, Natasha.”

  My hand slid from her breasts to her skirt, pushing on her clit as I pushed deeper inside her. I wasn’t

  sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold off my own climax, but I intended to give it a damn

  good try.

  “She sees me. She is staring at me. She knows you’re inside me. She just tapped her man on the shoulder. They are watching us. Oh my God, I can see how hot she is.”

  I pushed her top up, exposed both breasts now.

  The woman smiled at this.

  “Do they like what they see?” I queried; I was intent on putting on a show now.

  “Yes, oh yes. Oh my God yes.”

  I flattened my body out against the bench, which allowed me to arch my hips and thrust into Natasha. I could hear the sound of my pelvis slapping her wet pussy. In the corner of my eye, I saw the woman that Natasha was connecting with.

  “She has her tits out. God they are huge,” Natasha commented, struggling to keep her eyes open because the feeling was so intense, knowing that there could be others watching as well. Hell, they probably were, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off the chest of the woman that was enjoying our show.

  Her breasts were huge, with large brown nipples. The full figured Hispanic woman had her large breasts exposed as her partner, rubbed and kissed them. Neither one of them took their eyes off of us.

  “Damn it, girl, your pussy feels so damn good. Would you like that girl to find out how good it is?”

  “Oh I would. God I would.”

  “Mmm, I am going to come, Natasha. When I do, I want you to wave them over.”

  I leaned down a little lower, giving me even more access to her opening and began to pump harder. Natasha’s hand moved to her button, fingering her clit as I growled low and deeply in her ear. I pulled out of her upon feeling my imminent climax, each groan corresponding with a stream of hot semen shooting from between her legs, trailing down her beautiful thighs.

  It excited her so much that Natasha’s own orgasm ripped through her, a wave of fluid gushing from her vagina over my crotch.

  God I loved a squirter…

  I took Natasha’s fingers into my mouth, licking them clean as Natasha called our audience over.....

  Only 10 minutes away from Club Coquette, the killer was in an intimate moment with a woman named Sandra. Sandra was looking for a good time, but was too shy to do anything at the club. The killer struck up a conversation, mentioning that there was a hotel that they could go to where they could talk, and perhaps let things take their natural course.

/>   Sandra felt comfortable immediately from the conversation that she was having, so, it didn’t strike her as odd to accept the invitation to go to the hotel with this stranger. After all, she was in a sex club to have sex with strangers, but she wasn’t yet ready to be put ‘on display’ like the other women that seemed to be comfortable with other people watching. She needed this, she told herself over and over, and finally got up the nerve to head out of the club with her new found sexual conquest.

  Maybe she could even get a little freakier within the private confines of that hotel room. To be the slut that the boyfriend that she broke up with a few days ago wouldn’t let her become with him.

  But the killer had other things in mind. This was all part of the plan; the next step closer to the objective.

  It was such a shame to kill such a beautiful woman, but it was the only way to bring attention to the bigger picture. A picture, the killer thought, that will become clearer with each obstacle that was

  eliminated.

  The killer kneeled before Sandra’s neatly trimmed wetness. With a broad tongue, the killer stroked up and down, from her clit to her ass and back again. Sandra reached orgasm for the third time as the killer devoured her from the inside out.

  Sandra had always been bi, but usually went home with a guy she had a vibe with, which wasn’t the best move, but she figured that you only live once. She’d planned on taking a woman with her tonight, but the killer grabbed her and was in control from the first moment. She absolutely loved that in the lovers that she was with.

  The killer knew what was wanted, and when the dildo was buried into Sandra’s anal tract, it wasn’t just the physical sensation that sent her over the edge. And she knew to trust the killer when the killer closed her hands around her throat. “It will feel so good,” Sandra said as she sweetly fell into a trance from the feeling.

  And it did…

  It felt completely euphoric…

  But it was the last thing Sandra would ever feel.

  ~Seven~

  Natasha smiled sheepishly as she shook Gloria’s hand. From observing her body language, it was almost as if she were a virgin all over again the way that she was fidgeting.

  Gloria was definitely the more seasoned swinger; I could tell from the way I saw other women at Liquid. You could definitely tell them apart, if you paid enough attention.

  Gloria was a young Hispanic woman, full figured, with unusually large tits. Her boyfriend, Steve, looked like he was in his late 30’s, maybe early 40’s, I’d say. He definitely had a thing for youngsters, as he winked at most of the young bodies that passed by us. He held Natasha’s handshake for longer than normal, as if trying to soak her up through his hands.

  “Can I get you a drink?” he offered. “I’ve got some scotch that I brought with us.”

  Natasha nodded, and Steve headed over to the bar for the bartender to make a couple of drinks.

  Once he got back from the bar, we began to talk. Natasha would later say how proud she was at her ability to read people. She nailed the profile of the couple completely. It was their first time in the bar as a couple and they were not sure if they were willing to trade with another couple. They made their mind up with our performance in the booth.

  The vibe was intense, sensuous, to the point where it was obvious that all parties wanted each other. This was a mistake, and I knew it. The plan was to ingratiate ourselves with a couple that knew the place and was familiar with the clientele. This newbie couple would make things difficult, although I felt that if I was able to talk to Gloria alone I could get some useful answers.

  The option of turning them away, however, was ruled out. After the advances made to get them there, it would be bad form to change their mind at the last moment. So, I was resigned to take things as they go. This was the only lead -- a tenuous one at that.

  “You know,” I suggested as Gloria’s hand ran up and down my thigh. “There are more private rooms upstairs. Perhaps we should head up there and get a little better acquainted?”

  We headed upstairs to the private rooms, tipped the person that was keeping the traffic flowing in that area and let her guide us to the available room. We opened the door to the room, candles lit the small enclosure, the floor made up of almost all mattress. In the one corner, there was a night stand, I would guess for keeping accessories out of harm’s way. In the other corner against the wall was a floor-to-ceiling mirror, in case people wanted to view themselves in action, the ultimate voyeur’s ego boost.

  There were also a separate set of beds, connected by a ladder that led up to those beds, and we could see a flicker of light from the candles up there as well. There were shadows moving against that flicker, and the scents of sex could not be stronger.

  We could hear a couple going at it with an animalistic abandon. The sounds of wanton lust were unmistakable as the woman was screaming and cursing her head off, urging the man that was with her to “get deep in that ass, baby”.

  We each stood at a corner of the bed, looking at each other without the hint of hesitation or embarrassment. From the screams going on above us, it wasn’t hard to derive the aphrodisiac to get the juices flowing.

  But somebody had to get this party started.

  “Well, shall we?” I suggested, as if there was a need to say it.

  I started to undress, slowly removing my shirt, jeans and boxers. My body was thick and tight, as I’d played football in college briefly. I climbed onto the bed, lay down on my side, with a great view of the

  others.

  “Next?” he asked.

  Gloria was so eager to please me that she revealed her near chocolate breasts in a smooth, fast motion. Her nipples stood erect as she bent down, removing her pants and thong in one swoop. She bound on her bed, her ass bulbous and tempting, pussy covered in a light wisp of dark brown curls.

  She rolled into me, kissing me lightly before turning around, her ass to my dick, allowing me a grip of her huge breasts.

  “Show me what you got, sexy,” she commanded of Natasha.

  She didn’t disappoint. Natasha turned around, bent over a bit and slowly raised the halter up and over her body. She raised her hands to her head, letting loose the long hair.

  My manhood raised a bit, much to Gloria’s delight.

  She then bent at the waist, and worked her skirt off. Her ass was round, her legs well defined. She worked her legs wider, allowing for a pleasant view of her ass, and the tiny lips of her pussy peeked from beneath her.

  She turned and walked to Steve, “I’ve got this sexy ass.”

  Gloria and I both smiled as her breasts, lighter in hue and not much smaller than Gloria’s, but with equally succulent nipples, bobbed as her tall, hourglass figure walked.

  She leaned into Steve, extending her tongue, which was greeted by his. The two kissed wildly as his hands groped her ass. Gloria and I exchanged our own kiss, becoming increasingly unaware of both our partners in debauchery and the couple on the upper level. My hands found her tits, her nipples, and gently rubbed the opening of her vagina, all the while sliding my dick, slick with pre-come, up and down the crack of her ass.

  Natasha unbuttoned Steve’s shirt. He was larger than me; built more like a defensive lineman for a pro football team that anything else. Natasha practically squealed at the size of his pecs.

  For a minute, I almost got jealous.

  Once his pants were removed, Natasha delighted in displaying Steve’s penis. “Ooh a cobra to play with... mmmm…”

  She laid him on the bed and began pushing the limp penis into her mouth. Like a magic show, a few strokes of her tongue turned the limp penis into a hard, throbbing tool of destruction.

  “That’s a good idea,” Gloria cooed before turning and lowering herself onto my shaft. My eyes rolled as her warm, wet mouth engulfed me.

  “Mmmm, damn girl,” I urged her head up and down on my dick.

  The two women spent a few minutes teasing, licking and sucking.

  “I think I
need some attention too,” Gloria announced. She climbed on top of me, leaving my dick exposed for the moment. She slid up and down, as my hard shaft forced the lips of her vagina open. I felt the gush of juices inside her pussy, beckoning me to satisfy the urges from within.

  “Oh, I think I should help them,” Natasha declared. She crawled over, leaving her ass in the air, a target Steven could not ignore.

  Natasha grabbed my dick, pulling it up and allowing Gloria to slide down on it. “You are a lucky woman Gloria, you have no idea.”

  She winked at me, but I was too caught up in this sexy ass Latina riding me to notice. She gasped, “I had no idea either.”

  “Enough talking, dammit,” Steve snorted as he grabbed hold of Natasha’s hips. He entered her slowly, his massive cock forcing Natasha to exhale, as if his member were willing the air from her lungs.

  “Oh shit!” she screamed. Gloria grabbed her hand, maintaining the grinding on top of me as Natasha braced against the steady rhythm of Steve fucking her.

  Her lips stretched for him, allowing her to relax a bit and urge him on. “Come on, baby, faster, harder!”

  The two women then engaged in a kiss, albeit a sloppy one as each responds to the intense pleasure from the dicks that were invading them.

  Minutes passed before Natasha’s request came up. The one she wanted to make since she made eye contact with Gloria.

  “Steve, slow down. I want a taste.”

  “Sure, by all means,” Steve smiled as he pulled his massive, slick shaft from her slit.

  I didn’t want Gloria to stop fucking me at that particular moment, so I reluctantly allowed her to break free of my dick.

  Gloria laid back, her lips wide, her womb agape from my dick. Natasha knelt in front of her, threw her hair over one shoulder and smiled at me before lowering her face to the throbbing, wet slit.

  Gloria thrashed about, Natasha’s tongue hitting all the right spots, licking and sucking her clit. Steve and I had taken positions on either side of Gloria’s upper body, licking and sucking her massive nipples. Her body writhed as the passion and attention tore her apart with pleasure.