Party Night - Jax in Control

Saturday night, club night, party night. Something we look forward to twice a month. We more often attend both but as it turned out the last three we had missed out on due to family obligations or just plain life in general.

For us more often than not it’s just a super casual evening spent with close friends, intimate friends, many of whom we have known for a number of years.  Some go as far back as when we hosted our own parties many many years ago.

As luck would have it tonight my better half was not feeling well and didn’t want to attend the party that evening. She did insist that I go. My first thought was I should stay home, care for her and keep her company. She said she was just tired and would be fine that I should go. After getting settled in for the night, tea and snacks I readied my self for the evening ahead.

Our lifestyle had matured over the last few decades to allow a deep trust between us. Growing from just ourselves together in an open room to softswap, same room couples then onto fantasy realization and any and everything in between to eventually include solo play, multiple partners and poly experiences. Share and be shared. The trust and loyalty that we developed over a lifetime together did away with any form of jealousy and was replaced by a deep seeded trust and loyalty to one another. An understanding and acceptance that we might have some feelings and a deeper connection with certain people in our lives, this is a positive. We both know that neither of us would ever jeopardize our relationship let alone stray or leave the other for something that we were already able to enjoy together or individually.

The evening was great as usual. Laughter and stories shared. Catching up with friends after 2020. The party itself was lightly attended. Being early spring and cold that evening, the snow flurries that threaten to accumulate made many who normally would have attend opted to stay home. So the evening progressed as an intimate social event with lots of teasing, laughter, joking, storytelling and most everyone at one time or another disappearing into private or open rooms. Some several times.

I spent most my evening catching up enjoying the conversation. The light banter and teasing with our friends that comes with long term openness and shared experiences. That night most of the pairings involved couples and a few orchestrated threesomes or moresomes and before I knew it most the evening had trickled away. Now most of the guests started to leave, wanting to head home before the snow got much deeper. So much for the “light flurries” forecast.

I had sent my wife a text earlier in the evening to let her know that I intended to stay overnight and help our hosts clean up and straighten the club in the morning. A number of members who live further away are allowed bed space to stay the night and normally chip in and help clean up, but due to the weather many did not show. So bed space was available and help was needed in the morning.

It was after midnight and the club had quieted down. A few members, late stayers and over-nighters talking in small groups in various corners of the club. Feeling a little worn out I decided to select one of the rooms and lay down for the night.

I had drifted off to sleep for sometime when I slowly awoke to movement on the bed. This is not unusual as the king size bed turn sideways allowed for many people to gather on the bed and on a normal party night there could be three to five people all sleeping in one bed.

I started to drift back to sleep when I felt someone cuddle up close to me; large ample breasts pressed to my back and a soft arm wrapped around me. I awakened more, feeling a hand slipping over my chest and slowly slide down cross my abdomen. Long soft hair draped across my face and soft lips nibbled at my neck and I heard a familiar voice asked me “Did you play tonight?”

I opened my eyes and rolled over. I was pleasantly surprised to see Jax smiling down at me. She gave me a kiss on my lips. When our lips parted I told her I had not, she did not speak but cooed an approval.

Jax is a lovely woman. A strong willed, very independent woman. She is statuesque at 6‘ to 6’2" (my guess, bare foot, she is a few inches taller than my 5’11” frame). Very well proportioned, hourglass figure. Broadly built with ample hips, very curvy with large pendulous breasts that are tipped with large dark brown orioles and well-developed thick nipples. A full-bodied woman with long dark brown hair that cascades down to her lower back that she usually wears in a pony tail. At that moment it was loose and framing her face. Very lovely.

We have known Jax for over 10 years. We have been in the same room with her and occasionally brushed or a casual touch, but I’ve never played with Jax. She has always been deeper into the kink/fetish side and prefers playing as a dominatrix. She hosts her own parties and gatherings. Very independent, she often travels alone on business and pleasure. We had attended many social and swing settings but had never played one on one. I will say she fills out her corset and boots very well. If I was more into the kink or being dominated she is certainly the type of woman I would choose.

Jax snuggled her face into the nap of my neck and nibbled her way to my ear. Her hand was stroking my chest and abdomen but never straying too far south, just a tease. She rose above me looked into my eyes for a moment. Her long hair creating an intimate cavern for her and I. She lowered and kissed me, mouth open, her tongue probing my mouth. When we parted her tongue traced across my cheek. She whispered in my ear, “I want to have you…I want to explore you…let me….but don’t you cum until I tell you.” She was so close to me I could feel her breath as she spoke, “We have to be quiet…we do not want to wake anyone.” She looked straight at me, her eyes searching for a response. I gave a slight nod in the affirmative all the while thinking in my mind this could be very difficult. Jax cooed a throaty noise of happiness at my response and kissed me long, slow and lovingly.

Jax rose up on her knees and slipped her night shirt over her head. Her breasts rolled from side to side when she shook out her hair. Straddling my body with her legs she rested forward with a hand above each of my shoulders, her hair again creating an intimate cavern. Her breasts weighing heavy on my chest we kissed again….long, slow deep kisses. Her tongue probing my mouth. The kind of kiss lovers give one another.

After several moments she broke away from kissing and very slowly traced her tongue and fingernails across my chest. Her breasts rolled off my chest and dragged beautifully along either side of my torso.

The room was a dimly lit with accent lighting, mostly white Christmas lights, strung about the room. Each room was set up like this as it gave just enough light to see. It also cast enough shadow to allow your imagination to play in your mind's eye based on the sensations your body was experiencing. In my case my lower abdomen and thighs experienced the warmth of her heavy breasts against me with the added soft tickling sensation of her long hair on my abdomen and hips. Her warm breath and soft lips felt electric as she nuzzled her against my cock and balls.

She used her tongue and lips over my balls and shaft, nibbling and soft biting. With her long hair caressing my lower abdomen with each movement, she dipped her head lower and with an audible sucking slurp drew the head of my shaft into her mouth. I gasped at the sudden change in caress as she sucked deeply on the end of my cock. The sudden change of her warm wet mouth and the dancing her tongue around my cock head intensified the sensation.

In very short order she brought me from a semi-erect state to my full length rock-hard erection. “Oh my, look what you’ve been hiding,” she whispered, “a nice big full cock….not too big for me but nice.” I relished the complement. I enjoy being a grower not a shower. It’s nice being a surprise.

Jax had sensational technique, and in a word, sensuously amazing. The fingers of her right hand rolled and caressed my testicles while her left hand cradle my shaft. Using her tongue and lips she would glide up and down the length of me, pausing to suck and lick my testicles and scrotum. Then using the flat of her tongue and lips she again traced the sensitive underside of my length stopping occasionally to suck the underside just below the head. I was in heaven. Intermittently her tongue would swirl around the head of my cock and then take me onto her mouth taking me deeper into her mouth with each pass.

The mixing of this technique without any set pattern kept my attention, my mind feeling each change of pace like a new experience. I was at full staff and rock hard. Several times I heard her murmur, “you have a wonderful cock,” and she would close her lips over my frenum and suck.

 
The sensation was just mind blowing. Every time I would start to feel a familiar stirring in my loins the fingertips cradling my balls would press gently at the base of my scrotum, ebbing the rise, and she would repeat the unpatterned process. From time to time she would circle the head with her tongue and slide me deep into her mouth, “mmmmuh,” and then release me. Each time she would take me deeper and deeper until finally she had most of my erection deep in her mouth. A guttural moan escaped her. She kept me deep in her mouth, I could feel the pressure of me against the back of her throat then quickly releasing me with audible gasping for breath.

Through her hand and mouth manipulations she would murmur, “don’t you cum,“ and pressed her fingers into the lower bottom of my scrotum, ebbing my rise. And then she would continue repeating the process. I never realize Jax had this kind of skill, knowing her true passion was being a dominatrix with couples and women. I just laid back and enjoyed whatever she wanted to do to me.

Time ceased to exist. I was lost in the tapestry of sensations. She abruptly stopped and I felt her shift on the bed. Jax raised herself up and placed her leg over me, straddling my hips. Kneeling on her right knee and her left leg slightly extended, she rubbed my cock against her. "Don’t you dare cum yet,” she said. I wasn’t sure if this was a request, instruction or directive. But truthfully I didn’t care, my mind was lost in sensation and anticipation.

She started a slow process of rubbing my cock over her pussy. Grinding her full plump  womanhood along the length of my cock. Gyrating her hips mixing the wetness from her saliva with her own lubricating juices was a perfect mix for her to slide effortlessly. As she ground herself against my hardness, she leaned over me and said, “Can I have you in me?” Whispering lower, “I need to possess you.” I nodded my approval as if I was in a trance.

Jax continued to hump my raw cock and as her breathing became shorter, panting, her rubbing was quicker and more of a grinding motion. It wasn’t long before Jax breath started to come in short gasps and her body straightened above me, only her hips humped back and forth on me. Suddenly her arms at her side, her head tilted back, her thighs clenched my hips. I watched her breasts sway with her rocking motion. Her breathing came in gasps as she rapidly bucked her hips pressing her full weight on me I could feel the crush of her pussy on my cock. Then without a sound, an ever so subtle shudder cascaded over her upper body. Her shoulders folded forward and her hands dropped to support her on my chest. A low long soft moan vibrated from her chest. I just experienced Jax’s first orgasm that I was used for. Although she mostly created her own, just using me to achieve it, I felt some responsibility for causing it.

She was beautiful to watch. Breathtaking. And I was also a bit sad that I was not inside her. And my thought, might not ever be. Maybe my thoughts of her were right, she preferred women. To control and direct women. 

Jax had a small orgasm riding my cock in this manner she paused for only a moment and started to slowly grind herself against me once more. For a few moments she rubbed herself on me and then leaned forward onto me, her large breasts spilling onto my shoulders, her hair fell around my face.“I’m ready to have you in me. Let me take you slow so I get used to you,” she whispered in my left ear. Talk about making a man feel great. I quietly nodded my head not wanting to break the mood.

Jax raised herself slightly above me, her hair and breasts riding on my chest as she moved slowly, subtly, back and forth. She hunched her back, and using only her hips slid back, scooping up my cock into the entrance of her body. She paused for a moment, pressed back, and I felt the end of my cock naturally slipp into her.

Jax gasped slightly, holding her breath, then pressed slightly back onto me, then exhaled. She only had about a third of me inside her. She began to gyrate her hips mimicking a slow pumping action. She raised her body higher off me, still wiggling her hips. She paused for a moment and then pressed back onto me a bit, taking more of me deeper inside her. She was breathing short quick breaths and stopped in place. This wonderful woman felt almost virginal. Each effort of her taking me in her was met with almost equal pressure trying to push me out of her. Yes she was very wet and slick but her muscles tried to keep me from entering her.

Jax continue this breathing exercise and alternating gyrations, then pressing back on to me letting more of me in her. The pressure on my cock was a sensation I never had experienced and I had no wish to rush through this experience.

I lay there fighting the urge to just press into her. My body screamed to bury myself into her. The urge and the fight against this was very real. I watched Jax’s facial contortions with her every move. Gyrate, press, gyrate and push back. Ride forward releasing some of me then back reclaiming me then repeat. This was so enjoyable to watch, hear her breathing a whispered moan. My mind let go of my need and replaced it with raptured curiosity on where this was leading. Each time Jax pressed back onto my cock I could feel myself gaining, resisted but deeper penetration. Her inner muscle had a firm grip on me, a very tight but slick resistive grip. I remember thinking she must have a shallow love canal, but with each effort her body opened up more and accepted more of me. I can’t justify it with mere words, they do not exist.

I do not know how long we continued this but with her efforts, and her controlled breathing she eventually had me embedded fully and comfortably inside her. With a exhaled liberating breath, I heard her moan deeply “Oh my God,” knowing she had me fully inside her.

Jax continued to ride my cock in short strokes and alternately slide almost to the tip and then slowly back down again until her clitoris ground against the base of my cock. It was clear to me that this was a process that she was most comfortable with by the sounds of her breathing she seem to be enjoying it. She wanted, needed control and it was pacing herself to best suit her.

Now and again she rocked and ground herself against the base of my cock, dipping forward to kiss me deep on the mouth. Her breasts laying heavy against my chest. Her breathing was becoming more heavy and deep she was spending more time grinding down onto me with occasional pumping up her hips. Her breasts and her nipples rocking and tracing in little movements on my chest.

Jax’s breathing started to become gasps short and quick. I was fascinated watching her. What was next? She pumped my cock several times, long and deep, her thighs clenching my hips. She quickly sucked in air loudly into her lungs, then pressed down hard onto me, grinding her pussy onto my fully embedded cock. Her whole body quaked as she moaned low and long from deep in her throat, “ugghh,” her body shaking with a powerful orgasm. I felt her tense and her pussy contracting on my cock, clench and release then clench again. Her body relaxed and lay upon me when she let out an audible sigh. She tried to catch her breath. 

She lay quietly upon me, her hips slowly gyrating. I was still fully inserted in her. “Oh my,” she sighed. She lifted her head and looked into my eyes for a moment, “I need you to take me.” I must have had a puzzled look. “I need you to take me,” she repeated and rolled off me onto her back. “Please,” she almost pleaded to me.

She grasped my slick cock, pulling me to her. My body had to follow. I positioned myself between her legs. She used her arms to gather and cradle her breasts onto her chest. She opened her legs fully, knees out and back like great wings. “Please take me,” she whispered again. I pressed myself slightly into her and paused. She started to buck her hips wanting more. We were already both wet enough so I pressed steadily into her. Her mouth opened, her lips formed a silent O, and her head shook slowly back and forth as I pressed deeper, slowly. A guttural sound came from her but I do not know how to write it. Very animal like. I pressed until I was fully inside her. At the same time I could feel myself hit bottom inside her. Not roughly but a subtle resistive stop that pushed back on me but seemed quite pleasurable to her.

Jax’s body closed upon me holding my cock as if her hands grasped me. I pulled back, almost out and sunk back in. That ending resistance also developed that lovely sound escaping her lips again. “Yes,” she whispered, “don’t stop.” I repeated this motion several times, slowly pushing back into her each time. Each time I did this she would rock her head back-and-forth and give a low moan. Her hips started to buck against me wanting me to do more, to go faster. She threw her arms over her head, and opened her legs as wide as she could get them, allowing me full and complete access to her body. I started to pick up the speed of my thrusting. Each time our bodies hit her breasts rolled in rhythm with our bodies like fleshy waves.

After several minutes aggressively pounding her body, all deep thrusts, fully withdrawn fully pushed back in, my breathing started to quicken. She raised her head above the bed and said, “Stay in me.” I kept thrusting for her, becoming more aggressive, more possessive. Her pussy was making wet smacking noises each time our bodies met. She repeat it again, “Stay in me,” and my pace quickened. She raised her shoulders and head up off the bed on her elbows, her breasts rolled off of each side of her chest, still marking time with each one of my thrusts into her body. “Come in me,“ I hear, but my facial expression must have been giving her other impressions. She repeated “Cum in me. Push in deep when you cum. I want to feel you cum deep in me.” I understood but I was starting to get lost in my own pleasure, my pace quickened full and deep 

I am steadily pumping, slow and deep. Pulling all the way out then back into her. She relaxed momentarily and grabbed her thighs and held them open and back like butterfly wings, opening herself wide, allowing me to go deeper into her. I stroked steadily, pausing occasionally to grind myself against her opening, fully embedded into her. I could feel my cock head meet resistance, the end of her depth, and a guttural growl from her throat. I found my pace. Several deep pumps followed with a few short strokes ending with a full withdrawal and a slower full plunge pushing my length into her until I pressed at the bottom wall of her depth. Each time she would purr at each stroke and when I pressed all of me into her she would tense and groan. Pulling her shoulders and head in a raised up position made her vaginal canal grip me more firmly than I ever thought. It was a grip almost like her hands grabbing me.

I knew I was coming closer to my point of no return. My breathing was deeper and my pace was steady. I opened my eyes and saw Jax watching me intently. Starring deep into my eyes, ”You cum in me. Cum in me deep.“ I must have moaned an approval.

If a woman wants to make a man cum quicker, just tell him. Tell him with enthusiasm, or passion, sultry or needy. Just tell him and it will happen in short order.

Jax used the grip on her thighs to help her pull her shoulders and head off the bed, in effect a half sit up position, and held it. This tightened her grip on my shaft as I continued to pump her. “Come inside me deep,“ she repeated, “stay deep in me.” She kept repeating herself over and over, it was almost a command. I kept pumping the full length of my cock in and out of her body, my breath quickening and low rumble groans of my pleasure escaping my throat.

After a few minutes I knew the inevitable was going to come. She was still telling me over and over to bury myself inside her. When the time came, with a low growl I pulled back my cock head barely in her and slammed myself home as deep as I could until the meeting of our pubic bones would allow us no further. With a soft groan once I bottomed into her depths, she released her thighs and grabbed me at the waist and pulled me to her as my first spasm hit me. I groaned long as I felt my fluid leave me in a spine-knotting rush. A long gush of fluid followed by several additional spasms not allowing me to breath. Jax held me tight against her body, grinding her pouting full lips against the base of my cock, milking the last that I had.

Jax wrapped her arms around me holding me tight against her body. Her heavy breasts cradled on my forearms, her heels locked behind my knees she gently ground yourself against me. “Stay inside me,” she said. I had no problem with that. I felt very content laying on her with my partially softened cock inside her enjoying the warm wetness of her pussy. Jax kept pressing against the base of my cock, slowly grinding and pressing against me, contracting her muscles from time to time give me my cock a lovely squeeze.

Although I was starting to soften, subtle gyrations seem to keep part of me interested in her warmth and wetness. After some time I could feel myself starting to slip from her grip. As my softening cock slipped out of her body I felt her tremor slightly and she cooed softly. Disappointment or the feeling of me slowly slipping from her?

I rolled off her to the right side of her body laying on my back in a restful sated state. She turned on her side gently stroke my lower abdomen with her left hand. She leaned in and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ea,r “I have your cum deep inside me.” I couldn’t speak. I just gently nodded my head in the affirmative.

Her fingertips danced around my lower abdomen and upper thigh and eventually cupped my balls massaging them. My cock was maintaining it’s semi-erected state. Her fingers dancing along the wet length of my shaft. “I wonder how we taste together?" she whispered in my ear, and with that her lips started to trace down my neck over my chest add lower abdomen, planting kisses along the way.

She repositioned her body with her head finally nestled on my left hip, her thumb and forefinger circled the base of my cock she slipped me into her mouth. I could feel her lips and tongue caressing me and sucking. After a few moments I slipped from her mouth. “We taste delicious together,“ she said in soft whisper. Her hand gently stroking me squeezing me in each stroke, from time to time pulling on me.

I was in the post hypnotic stage of orgasm. But my body seem to start to react to her activity. My semi-hard cock from time to time twitched in her mouth, and in a little husky voice I heard her ask, “Do you have more?” I sleepily murmured some sort of response but I do not think it was words, more a mumble of resignation.

Jax sat up and repositioned herself. Pulling my legs closed, she straddled my thighs. Her left hand pressing down on my pubic bone, her thumb and forefinger grasped the base of my cock. Then her right hand circled my shaft and she started to steadily pump me. There seem to be no set pattern. One hand furiously pumped the length of my hardening shaft, to both hands gripping, pumping, twisting like she was trying to make my cock turn into butter. Then back to one hand circling the base of my cock and pressing down on the root of my cock, while the other hand furiously pumped my shaft. It did not take long with her concentrated efforts to have my full attention and I moaned my pleasure.

“Cum for me baby,” she panted. I felt her mouth close over my cock as she bobbed her head rapidly taking as much of me into her mouth as she could. She came up gasping for breath and repeated manipulation of my cock with her hands. In the dim light I could see the concentration on her face her large breasts and fully erect nipples swaying wildly to the frantic pumping of her arms. “Come for me baby, I want all of it,” she said again. To my surprise I could feel the familiar stirring as my body prepared to expel what fluid I had left. My breathing started becoming rapid and sporadic with an occasional low moan, a clear warning of what was about to happen. As the pleasure started to build, a pressure blow my scrotum started to grip me as a dull ache. My aching cock stiffened. ‘Yes, come for me,” she repeated softly over and over not missing a single beat of her hands. A little deep growling moan starting deep in my chest escaping my lips.

Jax matched my moan of impeding pleasure with her own short stroking the base of my cock while engulfing the top third of me in her mouth, sucking on me. Her lips closed around my shaft, the flat of her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of my cock. Her cheeks sucked closed around me. Her mouth following her hand up and down.

I moaned long and low as my body tensed, alerting Jaz to my pending orgasm. I popped from her mouth and her lips and tongue firmly pressed the underside of my cock leading her hand in a increase of pressure and quickened pace. A quick suck of air into my lungs and a full body strain, every muscle tensed, my first jolt of intense pleasure and pain racked my body. That first spasm was dry I did not feel the travel of fluid leave me but my groin ached.

In one motion Jax drew my cock into her mouth and using her mouth and hand as a milking device continued to coax what I had left out of me. Each spasm a pairing of immense pleasure and aching pain. With each I felt warm fluid leaving me. Aching contractions producing little results but by the cooing sounds from Jax it was enough for her.

My spasms started to subside. Less intensity spaced further apart I was finally able to breath. I gulped in air greedily. I moaned deep, regretful but thankful, the spasms had quieted. My groin ached horribly. The result of a much overworked prostate muscles. That deep painful ache when a man cums so hard but his body has little fluid to give, just a great strain on the surrounding tissue. I ached very much but had a blissful expression.

Jax lay alongside me. One breast pressed tight against me pinning my arm down at my side, the other spilled over my chest, her left arm circled below and cupping my aching balls. She placed her left leg over mine laying claim of me, I’m hers if anyone was watching, if anyone was awake.

“Your cum tastes sweet, Hon,” she said in a husky soft voice. “I have never had a man's cum taste sweet. You are special," she said. I mumbled, but not really a reply. I was spent, blissfully ached and so tired. I hate to say I fell asleep as she was talking to me.

I awoke early the next morning to the soft sounds of people talking. The occasional laughter and bustling about of chores to straighten the club before everyone left. I listened to clusters of conversation about the snow, family and work all mixed together from a chorus of voices. Coffee. The great smell of coffee in the air and I needed it desperately.

Other than the post orgasm ache in my groin the only other evidence of the previous night's festivities were the pulled sheets and scattered pillows. In the small room I found Jax’s red plaid tie off shirt and bra at the end of the bed on the floor. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I walked out of the room down the hall into the large common room to use the open communal shower to rinse off. The water felt good and helped to awaken me further but did nothing to quench the aching throb of my groin. After toweling off, stepping into my trousers and shirt from the previous night, I made my way to the kitchen, meeting members as I went in search of coffee.

After some light conversation and two cups of coffee, I poured a third and went to the open living room area. The common room had several groupings of chairs and couches with an open center area featuring a stripper pole. That’s where I found several members were gathered in small groups chatting and laughing, teasing each other from the previous night's activity. I spotted Jax with her circle of ladies sitting in the corner on a set of C-shaped couches chatting excitedly and laughing. Something was said in her corner when she turned and saw me. Standing up she walked to meet me a big smile and sparkling eyes. Jax was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt. Nothing to conceal the swing of her breasts as she walked across the room. She came directly to me, stopped, placed her hands on either side of my face gave me a very deep and passionate good morning kiss. Her tongue probed my mouth aggressively. Hooting, hollering and laughter irrupted in the room. I wrap my arms around her and held her tightly to me. This only increased the reaction of the room. Nina, Jax’s partner in crime, yelled out as our lips parted, “The man of the hour, Mr. Sleepyhead.”

Jax took me by the hand, walked across the room and indicated to a spot on the couch to sit, between her and Nina and sat down. Nina leaned into me and said, “So you and Jax.“ One of the other women said, "Yeah, who knew.” A bit confused I wasn’t quite sure what to say when Jax spoke up and said: "Well Shelley had said that you were special, so I was curious and I’m glad I followed my curiosity." Placing her hand on my left thigh and giving it a squeeze. “Yeah”, said Nina “Mr. two fists.” Still looking puzzled, not following the conversation, one of the other ladies squealed out, “You’re big.” Now realizing what they’re talking about I mumble, “Not that big” and the little circle all erupted with laughter and teasing shouts. Jax leaned over to me and said, “Quite big enough for me.” Another giggled, “Yes, more than enough to play with. Jax said you filled her plenty.” I must’ve blushed a little bit with the last comment causing the circle of ladies to start laughing and poking fun again .

The lively conversation went on for some time, punctuated with laughter and friendly jabs at each other. Jax’s circle largely consisted of wives and girlfriends, most all Bi or living a lesbian lifestyle but all part of the Kink crowd. Jax was somewhat a heroine in this crowd, being primarily a woman or a couples Dom. She clearly is the leader of the pack. What I had experienced was a sex-positive woman clearly enjoyed both sides of the fence a knew exactly what she liked and wanted.

After my coffee I rose and announced it was time for me to leave. Jax stood, took my hand, and we walked through the club as I gathered up my things to head home. When I got to the door she placed her hand gently over my zipper and softly rubbed. She asked, “I hope you’re not too sore?” I said, “No it’s a pleasurable soreness from being too empty,” and I smiled. Jax giggled a girlish giggle and said, “I’m glad I got all that you had. I still have you deep inside me and I’ll be keeping a part of you in me.” She turned a little more serious and said, “You’re part of me now and I wish to do this again, maybe I’ll let you have me and you can show me what you want.” I told her I would like that very much and we kissed again. For a goodbye with one last hug, she whispered in my ear, “And sometime I want to share Nina with you,” and pulled back. We both smiled knowingly to each other and I turned and left the building to walk to my car.