Jack's Sin

Sin twirled in the dressing room and blew a kiss at her curvaceous leather form in the mirror. “Baby you fucking rock.” She said to herself as she left the dressing room for a night of rare fun.

As her ass swayed seductively thanks to her gait and the wiggle God had graced her with, she was admired by all she passed. Sin had an unwholesome beauty that pulled to everyone – she was never the sweet one, but the one you fantasized about while getting off. And unlike Jessica Rabbit, Sin had carefully taken the genetic gifts she had been granted and had drawn her own sinful self  --  and built the kingdom of pleasure that surrounded her.

Not a single soul questioned she was the Queen of Desire – the most high-end, exclusive sex club in Austin, Texas. Desire was Sin’s business and it was the also the name of her club. Not that neon flashed it or any ad proclaimed it. It was whispered, and if ever seen, it was on a black card with gold overlay. Tasteful. Discreet. Beyond the reach of the vanilla world.

“Hey Sin, two girls called,” said Tony, the bartender, but Sin’s regal red tipped finger pointed up, stopped the flow of words. She leaned forward, “ Tell Cami. I am only interested in the VIPs.”

One VIP in particular, Jack, she mused and a smile made her beauty sensual. The need to please her tangible.

Jack’s band – Faction- would be here as well. She had Mistress Maeve, her best dom, ready. She had dancers, performance stage two reserved, and five or six companions ready for the night’s entertainment. And the club offered every kink and sexual fantasy in imagination. Most of which Sin had enjoyed in her life.  It was rare Sin was part of the entertainment menu now that she owned Desire, but more her style to pick lovers for the fun of it.

Tonight was the best of both worlds. Jack rescued her and made this dream possible. He was her own personal cum fantasy. One fantasy that was so rarely a reality with his band and her club’s success.  A buzz in her ear followed by “Faction in front walking up now.” Sin handed her ear piece to Cami, kissed her manager and squealed like the fan girl she would always be when it came to Jack.

Sin watched as the band walked off the elevator. In the lead was Jack, black hair, which was longer than her breast length hair swinging behind him. His dark muscular arms were wrapped in sensual sleeves of tat art. His T-shirt red and painted on so Sin could count each one of his eight pack. And his damn jeans made her wet before he touched her they always looked just old enough to be his favorite and just tight enough to make his hard ass stand out against the denim. And he had on the biker boots Sin had given him two years ago. 

Swinging back the mane and looking up, Jack smiled, and the magic charisma and sensuality came alive on his sculpted features. “So sinful babe, you are a sight for a Jack who’s not had near enough naughty play.”

“Oh no you aren’t a dull boy are you?” Sin teased. “Good thing I am such a spicy treat.”

“Darling I am already on fire,” purred Jack in the voice that made thousands of girls cream their panties at every show.

“Please bro, let me get my chance at Sin before ya steal her away.” Said Jake, the drummer and Jack’s brother. He was two year’s younger, two inches shorter and was so ripped that Sin could see every contour of his chest, bulging biceps, and back muscles she forgot even existed till she saw Jake.

“Give me some of that beefcake honey,” Sin laughed and hugged Jake. Soon she was passed from band mate to band mate as each squeezed hugged and rubbed against her. She swore those men were more like a pack of wolves rubbing their scent all over her and getting her scent on them.

Jack watched as his best friends greeted his woman, with a shake of his head, he regretfully added, for tonight. Sin was a beautiful jaguar who was sensual, beautiful and wild. One that couldn’t be owned, tamed, or even claimed for more than a night. Her sensual green eyes were her only obvious feline attribute. But from her walk to her screams in bed she was a feline predator and just a touchy as any cat he had ever met. He loved that she had chosen a modified Mistress outfit tonight. Her leather corset mini enhanced those melon shaped tits – that were 100 percent natural. The tight pull of the dress maximized the curves and flared at the ass that was his downfall. The killer legs and thigh high leather boots were bad ass. But he needed to get lost with that ass.

As Jack grabbed for that ass, a crop he hadn’t seen smacked his hand, and his cock stood at attention – Mistress Sin was feisty tonight.

“Come with me, tonight is about pleasure of the senses and your eyes will receive it first.”

All the men followed, no one refused Mistress Sin. The room was dark. In every corner was furniture, cushions and other places to find minutes of release. In the center was a large rounded leather sofa that seated 10. On it were four of her most delicious morsels. She had handpicked them for the band. Two topless servers male and female, so dark and sensual they could have been twins, served each person without speaking. As they faded to the background the music and lights started and quickly the show began.

First came Kat’s fan dance. Feathers and fans covered tasty bits as she moved seductively through a beaded curtain to a slow seductive song. The fans swirled and feathers flew away as Kat’s large tits became the star of the show. She gyrated, tempted and looked like the fallen angel her fan dance represented.

Jack’s hand was up her skirt, pleasuring Sin’s folds and clit to the slow sensual rhythm of the dance.  Sin relaxed, knowing she wouldn’t get to start until Jack gave her at least an orgasm or two. She watched the alluring art of her fan dancer and let herself feel each stroke, each beat of the song and began moving in time, as each stroke brought her closer, each movement enhanced her need, each time was like fire licking up her inside. Her ass rocked against his crotch and his cock was a live beast wanting loose, yet Jack ignored it as he brought her higher. Sin could no longer think just accept the pleasure and she screamed as she climaxed and the song ended and Jack laughed, “Baby I love the sound of you getting off.”

With not an ounce of shame, she said, “Not near as much as I do.”

Next came Justine’s pole dance -- erotic and aerodynamic. The sensuality of the last dance contrasted completely with the fast, hard tempo that took it to industrial or techno levels as she gyrated and moved with the pole. Through the song, Jack stroked her hair, rubbing his hands all over her body, unlacing her corset and plunging those hard hands down into the corset freeing her breasts.

“I cannot keep my hands off you. Do you want to go?” Jack whispered, ready to tear off her clothes and fuck her on the spot.

“Soon lover, take me now if you need it. You know I don’t care,” Sin purred. Everywhere around her she could hear the sounds of pleasure and clothes coming off as the couples got into the show.

“This is still the appetizer. Main course a couple…oooh fuck …. More Jack more, more, more.” Jack’s wicked fingers had captured her breasts and were moving in pinching time with the fast, hard beat of the dance. Sin lost it she came again without having her pussy even touched and it made her ache. With a growl, she flipped around facing him. Jack feasted on her large tits massaging, sucking and biting. As the dance closed, she was ready to return the favor. She knew the next dance would get him off. And she was tasting that first cum.

As the Persian rhythm began, everyone turned as each one took a breath to see what had changed. A collective breath went in as they four belly dancers began their show. However unlike all the dancers portrayed in modern culture, delicate bells and see through chiffon scarfs were their only cover. As Jack hardened – him so loved a well-plumped ass – she went down deep and hard and he was hers. She could see his release and see his fight and she timed her own dance with his cock to accentuate the dancers on stage. She built slow as they did, licking his shaft, fondling his balls and hearing his quiet moans. As they showed their magnificent asses, she sucked in his sac, rubbing his ass, stopping and rimming his hole and his hands found her hair, tightening and groaning, “You are fucking killing me.”

She gathered all that female power around her, ripped off her skirt and move her ass into the bottom line of his sight. Sucking deep, the dance intensified and she timed her strokes to the move of the dance. Then she added her ass to the show and she felt the first signs he was coming. He tried to hold it back. He tried for the slow play. And she ripped the choice from him as her orchestrated show took his senses on a ride that would not be denied. In the frenzy of shaking asses and tits he came so hard she thought she must have gotten every last ounce from the tight sacks shuttering under the hard orgasm racking Jack. As he thought about slowing she slipped her pinky in his ass and the orgasm shook through him again, tearing, “Siiiin“ half cry and half begging and all satisfaction as he came harder and shook deeper. She sucked softly on his cock, teasing and calming as the lights went to black and in that moment he smacked her ass and pulled her to him.  “Mistress Sin you have been a bad, bad girl and I will be teaching you a ---“ his voice trailed as the act on stage stole his thoughts.

In tempting silhouette between fans, showing glimpses of an erotic scene that stole the breath from her. A kiss so deep and so penetrating started a dance with a cast two men and three women. All in black leather, all moving together from one erotic scene to another in time with Faction’s number one hit “Bad” Jack set entranced watching the most erotic scene he had ever scene. Just as he was sure they were fucking and he wanted to see it. Needed to see it. The fans swept the scene away showing another erotic tableau of two dudes fucking, then three sucking, culminating in scenes fast and hard to an all-out fuckfest orgy. Dark lights, dark music fans silhouetting each dancer. Each one came off stage and singled out a guest for a lap dance for each guest. Jack watched as Sin stepped back and became his dancer.

It made him remember the first time he met her. Sweet 17, pretending to be 18 so she could dance. She had been so breathtaking. And now 15 years later, they were both here and he was caught in her trap as she danced again. With her ass high and her tits low, she backed toward him, swirling and moving in a tempting arc, until she was giving him a lap dance. So hot, sensual her breasts buried his face, her ass, rubbed against him. He was addicted. Her eyes blazed like emeralds as she stared in his eyes as she slowly circled away. Never taking her eyes off him she rubbed her tits, moaning, and moving, and slid down till she was bringing herself to orgasm without ever taking her eyes off Jack – his eyes. And she had a look of total devotion, sex slave, willing woman in her eyes as she came looking at him. And as the music ended, her large double DD tits dropped as two globe curtains over his face. And he feasted like a man starved and thirsty who just stumbled out of the dessert. She was pure sin. And she was his.

Without a glance behind him, he picked her up over his shoulder, slapped her ass and carried her out of the room.

“Fuck you are so hot Sin. I am so hard for you. You are not going to be able to walk woman.”

Sin sighed as she hung over her caveman’s shoulder and in her best Mae West voice said, “God I hope so big guy.”

And, she knew he would keep his word. He took her to her bedroom. The only man or woman she let go there. He threw her on the bed, she bounced and sunk in. Before she could note her staff had set everything up as ordered, she was consumed.

Jack claimed her mouth and as he kissed her, he grabbed her hands and they were tied to the bed with two scarves. Ah, no control. She could trust this man to not need her to be in control. Only him. Instead of slow torture he often started with, he growled “Fuck I gotta taste you.” And he smacked her ass hard. And she could feel her juices flow.

With her legs spread, Jack’s tongue declared war on her clit. She felt the merciless flicks with his tongue ring. As his finger massaged her ass, and slipped inside she came, just that fast. And he kept going, as she shook with the orgasm, he kept licking every juice, sticking his tongue greedily inside her until she was senseless, writhing, moaning and lost. Without an ability to count orgasms or even distinguish when one stopped and another started, Jack pulled out all she had to give; she gave moaning with pleasure. Time stopped, and sensation ruled her life. It seemed like forever and the pleasure became painful and the pain became pleasure and she was beyond thought. Then without a thought she was flipped, and he had claimed her ass in one slow, deep thrust. Then shallow thrusts faster, slow and deep, full and satisfied, Sin sighed. Jack’s hand came around and found her mound, slipped in nimble fingers to flick her clit, and sink deep inside her ass. Sin came so hard that all the orgasms before were a mere shadow of the force moving through her now. She loved it. He was so good. And good anal penetration did it for both of them.  As she felt yet a third orgasm build she chanted “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me. “ And she heard “Oh yeah oh fuck oh fuck ooh holy fuck.” and they both came in a rage of feeling that created shaking that put to shame any earthquake ever recorded. And as Jack collapsed on top of her, Sin new this was only the beginning of the night of passion ahead for her.