We walked in and, I was, as usual, in awe of the place. Chameleon's was our local swingers club, fetish club, call it what you will, but it was our little secret. And a dirty one at that. We had been here several times before, but always I played the submissive, doing what I was told and being fucked hard. Tonight, however, I was in full blown switch mode. And Charlie had no idea. I could feel the grin making its way across my face, and had to check myself to quell it.
We made our way to the changing rooms, and I slipped off my dress, revealing my brand new underwear. I could feel Charlie's eyes burning into my skin, and he snuck up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Ready baby?"
I nodded, "Cigarette first?"
"Come." He grabbed my hand and we made our way outside. It was pleasantly warm and for a change I didn't need one of the provided dressing gowns. The weather had given me an idea, but I stowed it for a while, wanting to see where the evening would take us. Charlie pulled me outside, and I followed quietly, taking in all the sights and sounds. As usual, the club was full of characters. People fucking everywhere you turned, everywhere you looked. It was so erotic.
We sat down on one of the benches outside in the smoking area, and proceeded to smoke to our hearts content, chatting away to a few other couples there.
During a lull in the conversation, I leaned over and whispered in Charlie's ear.
"Your Mistress would like a drink boy." His eyebrows raised infinitesimally. Turning to me slowly, a twinkle in his eyes. He knew I wanted to play.
"Then I suppose we had better get my Mistress a drink hadn't we?"
I grasped his hand in mine, and all but dragged him to the bar. I gulped down my wine as fast as I could, and shocking Charlie slightly, I proceeded to take charge and pull him towards one of the private rooms.
Once ensconced, I locked the door and stalked towards him.
"You've been a very, very bad boy, you know that right?"
He nodded. "Yes Miss, I am sorry Mistress. Let me make it up to you?"
"Oh you are going to more than make it up to me boy. Lie down on the bed." I ordered.
Charlie did as I bid, and lay down on the large bed. I crawled slowly up his body, brushing up against him at every opportunity. He was rock hard, I think he had been from the minute I made my wishes clear. I was looking forward to fucking his brains out, but first I had to tease him, and punish him. Earlier that day he had embarrassed me terribly in front of his parents, he deserved any punishment I doled out tonight, and more.
I was lying ontop of him now, chest to chest. Without him realising I had removed my knickers. I leant down, and biting his earlobe I whispered my instructions to him.
"I want your tongue boy, I want it till I orgasm all over it and you are lapping up my cum. Understand?"
"Yes Miss."
Charlie's hands went around my waist, as he tried to hoist me off him, and presumably lay me on my back so he could gain access to my clit. I wrapped my fingers around his strong hands and shook my head. Moving further up his body, I reached my goal and lowered my pussy on to his face. Charlie groaned underneath me, and I knew he was enjoying it as I could feel his fingers tighten around my thighs. Reaching back I grasped at his cock, testing his hardness and heard him emit another loud moan.
Grinding my pussy against his lips I threw my head back. This was incredible! Why had we not done this before? He had always asked, I think it was the ultimate debasement me sitting on his face, but I had always refused, knowing I was too body conscious.
His tongue flicked out furiously, one minute striking against my sensitive nub, the next sucking it into his mouth. I couldn't help the cried escaping from my lips. I could feel my orgasm building and knew it was going to be a huge one. Not wanting to loose control during said orgasm, I tried to wriggle off his face. Charlie's fingers tightened painfully around my thighs, holding me firmly in place. I struggled half heartedly, but let him pin me there. I would think up some sort of punishment for him later for this misdemeanour. I ground my clit against his tongue, which was working furiously. Before I could even get used to the idea, my orgasm crashed over me. Wave after wave of bliss cocooning my body, heat bloomed across my face. As I came down I tried to pull away from him, but he still kept me pinned, lapping at the juices I had produced.
