The Club Part Two
Bobby's eyes remained glued to the giant monitors as the club replayed
tape-recorded
scenes from the boxing match. On one monitor, close-up scenes of Marlene's
leather-gloved fist brutally pounding her male's smashed nose into a nearly
shapeless bloody pulp were played back in slow motion. Another monitor
showed
close-up footage of Marlene's black leather-gloved fingers squeezing and
wringing
his semen-dripping boner.
Cindy remarked, "That was dangerous. Someone could have slipped on that
cum, fallen
and gotten hurt."
"I know," said Suzy. "It shows a complete lack of consideration. Her
male should
be punished for doing that during a boxing match." Suzy held her leather-sheathed
fingers up to Bobby to be kissed. "Bobby, how are you holding up?
I'm thinking
about ordering us some colas and snacks. Cindy, how about you? Care
for a cola?"
"I could really go for something stronger," said Cindy. "But if we want to
use
whips, we should probably stay sober for Bobby's sake."
"Exactly what I was thinking," said Suzy. "Too many accidents with whips
have been
caused by impaired judgment after a couple of drinks."
Sitting between Suzy and Cindy, Bobby looked pale. "W-Whips?" Bobby
blubbered.
Y-You - you're going to whip me?" The thought terrified and yet somehow
secretly
thrilled him.
"It's not so bad, Bobby," said Suzy. "I'm pretty accurate with a bullwhip
or a
glove. Some like to use a cat 'o' nine tails, but I can get the same
effect from a
long leather glove - especially if I really snap the fingers against a guy's
balls."
Cindy said, "And I can handle a bullwhip or a riding crop. We're not going to
injure you, Bobby - at least not permanently." Cindy's leathered fingertips gently
brushed Bobby's cheeks. Kneeling on the couch, she pressed her left breast
against
the side of Bobby's face. Suzy and Cindy both held Bobby close. Suzy
repeatedly
brushed Bobby's lips with her kid gloved fingertips, occasionally inserting a
gloved
finger into Bobby's mouth. Slowly sliding her leathered middle finger in
and out of
Bobby's mouth, Suzy said, "Whips just happen to go 'hand in glove' with gloves,
and
wearing gloves is all part of being a woman. You won't make us happy unless you
make our gloves happy, and our gloves won't be happy unless they hold a whip and
use
it on you."
With her leather-sheathed fingers under his chin, Cindy asked, "You want our
gloves
to be happy, don't you, Bobby?"
"Y-Yes," said Bobby.
"That settles it, then," said Suzy.
Suzy then called for a waiter. She ordered snacks and colas for the three
of them.
The waiter brought a silver platter with hors d'oeuvres, including shrimp
cocktail,
sushi, little finger sausages and various kinds of nuts. Suzy and Cindy
spent a few
moments pulling their gloves off. Cindy tossed hers on the coffee table.
On the
other hand, Suzy did not remove her full-length kids entirely. She merely
pulled
them off her hands and slid her hands through the wrist openings to leave the
hand
portions of her gloves dangling from her wrists. She picked up the silver
platter
and, supporting it underneath on her fingertips, passed it to Bobby. As
she did so,
the fleecy-soft leather fingers of her dangling glove brushed across the swollen
head of Bobby's throbbing cock. Like the clapper of a bell, his pecker
instantly
thumped against the underside of the platter near the edge and almost sent it
flying.
"I'm s-sorry," blurted Bobby. "I d-didn't mean to."
His voice trailed off when he realized that Suzy and Cindy were laughing
hysterically. Convulsed with laughter, Cindy was doubled over with her face buried
in her hands. Suzy set the platter on the coffee table. Unable to
stop laughing,
she threw her head back and spread out her legs encased in their knee-high black
stiletto-heeled fashion boots.
"Bobby," said Suzy, "didn't you think that was funny? Your pecker almost sent that
tray flying across the lounge!" Burying her face in a pillow on the couch,
Cindy
started laughing all over again. Suzy said, "Back at the bar, they
probably would
have thought we were trying to return the platter because we were dissatisfied
with
the snacks or something." Suzy and Cindy were laughing so hard that their
abdominal
muscles almost started to cramp.
"Y-Y-You m-mean," said Bobby, "you're not going to punish me by whipping me?"
Cindy picked up her gloves off the coffee table and playfully whacked Bobby
across
the face with them. Before tossing them back on the table, she tickled him
by
brushing the limp fingers under his chin.
"Of course, we're going to whip you," said Suzy, sweetly but suddenly more serious,
as she caressed Bobby's face with her ungloved but leather-scented hand.
"We're
going to whip you shitless. But we're not going to do it to punish you.
We're not
your mommy out to teach you a lesson. We're going to whip you because
we're girls,
and you're a guy - and it's fun for girls to whip guys! And you know
something,
Bobby?" said Suzy sweetly in his ear. "It'll be fun for you, too - I
promise. I'm
not saying it won't hurt. You'll scream and howl and cry like you never
have
before. But you'll learn to love it like so many guys do. You love
our leather
gloves even though they make you realize just how unworthy of us you actually
are.
You'll learn to love whips in our gloved hands, too. It's all a part of
what it
means to be a woman and what it means to be a man." Suzy then put her lips
close to
Bobby's ear and whispered seductively, "Don't you know, Bobby? Your pain is our
pleasure. It has always been that way and always will. But we also give pleasure;
and, before this night is over, I'll show you the kind of pleasure that the gods
only dream about. But right now, we better calm you down and cool you off
before
that massive boner of yours starts thwacking against the ceiling."
Suzy called for another waiter and requested a large bucket of ice water for
Bobby.
Two waiters carried one out and set it by Suzy's couch. Suzy told Bobby to
sit in
it. Bobby almost thought his heart had stopped when he felt the ice water
on his
balls and pecker. As he immersed his ass, he started turning purple.
One of the
waiters handed Bobby a book that looked like a small photo album. Opening
it to the
first page, Bobby was startled to see a photo of Burt Lancaster and his sidekick
in
the Crimson Pirate in the scene where they had disguised themselves as women -
shockingly ugly women. Bobby turned the page to see photos of Dustin Hoffman as he
appeared in Tootsie and Robin Williams dressed up as Mrs. Doubtfire. In
less than
five minutes, Bobby's penis had shriveled to a totally flaccid state. The
waiter
helped him up out of the bucket and handed him a plush terry cloth towel.
"Are you feeling a little more composed, now?" asked Suzy. "Have some sushi and
cola. The shrimp is really good, too. Only, you better not get back
on the couch.
Kneel on the carpet." Suzy tucked her gloves in at the wrists to avoid any
further
accidents.
When the three had finished snacking, they availed themselves of the moist hand
wipes and finger bowls that the waiter had placed at their coffee table.
Suzy and
Cindy then had Bobby wipe their hands dry with fresh hand towels. They
were both starting to seem rather distant.
Cindy told Bobby, "Hand me my gloves." Like in a dream, Bobby reached to the coffee
table. When he picked up Cindy's gloves, he could hardly believe the
suppleness of
the softly gleaming black leather. Perhaps not quite by accident, he
picked them up
in such a way that one of his fingers slipped a little inside one of the gloves
so
that he could experience the plush, velvety interior that would momentarily
sheath
Cindy's hand and fingers like a second skin. The luxurious softness of the
inside
of her glove sent thrills coursing up his spine. Bobby knelt mesmerized
before
Cindy as she inserted her hand into a glove. As Suzy also began the
delicious task
of working one of her skintight kidskin gloves back onto her hand, she said, "Bobby,
why don't you give Cindy a treat? While she's working her gloves on, put
your head
between her legs and tongue-tickle her pussy. And, when you've done her,
you can
come over here and do me."
With his heart pounding and his pecker rapidly returning to a fully erect state,
Bobby put his nose into the musky perfume-scented strawberry-blonde muff between
Cindy's spread legs. As Cindy worked her hand into the sinfully blissful
comfort of
her glove, Bobby inserted his tongue into the slit of Cindy's vagina. He
pushed his
lips into her pussy until his tongue found her clit. With Bobby's tongue
working
her clit furiously, Cindy moaned with pleasure as she worked each of her fingers
into its individual sheathing of black leather. Cindy's moans grew ever
louder as
she worked the fingers of her gloves to a snug fit between each of her own
fingers.
She then reached down to steady Bobby's head with her leather-gloved hands while
grinding her hips on the couch to mash her pussy against his lips and tongue.
Tossing her head from side to side, she moaned in orgasmic ecstasy. Then,
with her
breasts still heaving slightly, she laid back on the couch and admired the tight
fit
of her black leather gloves. She deliberately folded them back a little
from her
wrists. Rubbing the back of her right glove against Bobby's cheek, she
made certain
that he felt the velvety interior where the short wrist of her glove was folded
back.
"Now me," said Suzy, sitting with her legs spread. Looking up from between
Cindy's
legs, Bobby was startled and thrilled to see that while he had been licking
Cindy,
Suzy had slipped out of her black leather evening gown. She sat on the
edge of the
couch wearing only her black stiletto-heeled boots and her full-length black
leather
opera gloves. She had worked her gloves back on her hands and was
smoothing the
kidskin on her arms.
The sight of Suzy's completely naked breasts enthralled Bobby. He had been
able to
see much of them when she was wearing her low-cut evening gown and had even seen
her
nipples outlined as they pressed against the tissue-thin leather. But now
he beheld
them in their entirety. Her teats were as firm and perky as Cindy's but
slightly
larger. Suzy placed her gloved hands on her breasts so that her pink
nipples peeked
out from between fingers sheathed in skintight gleaming black kidskin.
"Bobby," Suzy said. "Are you staring at my breasts? Get over here,"
she said,
pointing her gloved index finger to the carpet at her booted feet. Bobby
knelt
before her. Without warning, he felt the stinging crack of Suzy's glove on
the side
of his face. Before he could recover, Suzy whacked the other side of his
face with
her other gloved hand. Then, gripping his chin in the fisted gloved
fingers of her
left hand, she slapped him again - and again - and again. Bobby thought he
could
smell the leather scent of Suzy's glove on his face. Red welts in the
outline of
her fingers rose on both his cheeks. As hard as he tried not to, he burst
into
tears and sobbed uncontrollably. Suzy glanced down at Bobby's pecker and
noticed
that it had grown another inch. She had found out what she wanted to know.
She held Bobby to her breast and let him cry. "Bobby," she whispered, "be strong
and brave. Just remember my promise." When Bobby stopped sobbing,
Suzy spread the
slit of her vagina open with her black leather-sheathed fingers so that Bobby
could
lick her clit. But just as he started to pleasure Suzy, the mistress of
ceremonies
again took the stage and clapped her gloved hands in front of the microphone for
attention.
"Ladies and males," she announced. "In about a half hour from now, we will
have our
final scheduled stage event of the evening. As most of you already know,
this will
be a milking contest. The object of the contest is to see which lady can
squirt her
male farthest. Because we can position only four Saint Andrews crosses
onstage and
still have sufficient room for ladies to use bullwhips, only four males may be
entered. But we also like to see each male shoot a reasonably high volume,
so we
begin by accepting entries from those ladies whose males have not yet had a
glove or
any other sort of release this evening. As many as three ladies may work a single
male. Typically, one lady is on whip while the other two.well, use your
imagination. Tonight's cash prize of $1000 goes to the winning team. By show of
hands, how many ladies have males who have not had any sort of release yet
tonight?"
Only Suzy and one other lady raised their hands. The mistress of ceremonies said,
"That makes only two. The other entries will be picked randomly from paper
slips to
be dropped in the hat over on the bar. Good luck and loads of fun,
everyone!"
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