Models: Manuel Ferrara & Penny Barber
It wasn’t until Pippa stepped away from the bachelorette party that she realised they’d been suffocating her. It wasn’t intentional – they were just having a good time. But it was a long time since Pippa attended any kind of party, let alone one with so many strong personalities all in the same room. From Maddie’s constant thirsting over half the guys in the club to Jo’s endless cracking of mischievous jokes, the women made for much more lively company than she was accustomed too. Add to that the thronging crowds and music loud enough it rattled her bones and the net result was an atmosphere that slowly gnawed at Pippa’s nerves.
Having claimed to need some air, Pippa felt immediately better upon leaving the dancefloor. Without really knowing where she was going she simply strode on, keen to put more distance between herself and the main group.
Though the main floor was the place to be, Club Fantasy’s hallways were far from deserted. A slew of half-drunk couples were making out in the glow of the neon lights that ran in strips along the walls, and once or twice she passed open doors that led outside to bustling smoking areas where revellers eyed one another hungrily through the hazy air.
Frustratingly, Pippa found herself staring on more than one occasion. Without even thinking about it her steps would slow and she would bite her lip for several seconds before shaking her head to dislodge the mental fog. Once she even came to a complete stop to watch a beautiful black woman press her lust-dazed blonde partner against the wall to kiss the white woman’s neck while groping her nubile body. It was only when the sapphic pair asked if she wanted to join them that she snapped her mouth shut and hurried away.
She couldn’t help it though. The night was dredging up emotions and yearnings she hadn’t considered for many years – and in truth Pippa didn’t have the first idea how to process them.
It was ten years since Pippa’s divorce and in that time she had made a concerted effort to focus on herself. She and her ex-husband were high school sweethearts and had married young, but as time wore on it gradually became apparent that in adulthood they were hopelessly mismatched. They had parted ways on good terms, yet nonetheless their separation had felt like a burden lifted. After being together for so long Pippa couldn’t remember who she was without him – but she was eager to find out.
All in all, she was very proud of the past decade of self-discovery. She went travelling, eagerly embroiling herself in other cultures and languages. She tried her hand at numerous sports. She learned to cook, a dream she’d had since a young age but had never properly pursued. She took up drawing, which had led her to joining an art class, which in turn resulted in a very steamy fling with a handsome life drawing model. And she forged a successful career which was both fulfilling and paid well, without which she wouldn’t have been at the club at all, for she and Perri joined their company on the same day and had been good friends ever since.
But even with all this, recently Pippa’s thoughts had shifted to the desires she could not fulfil alone.
She wasn’t like Maddie – she didn’t need attention. But she still craved intimacy. And not just of the physical kind. Passing hookups were undeniably fun, but in Pippa’s experience they were only surface deep; they didn’t provide the kind of profound, soulful connection she yearned for. Granted she and her ex-husband had never reached that depth of bond either, but it was the closest she’d ever come.
Pippa wasn’t sure quite what had revived these desires. Perhaps it was Perri and Vander’s impending wedding; perhaps it was simply a natural shift in priorities now so many others had been satisfied. Whatever the cause, Pippa was finally ready to pursue genuine companionship once again. The only question that remained now was where she might find it.
Distracted by her thoughts, Pippa only noticed the change of surroundings when she heard her heels – formerly muffled by the corridor carpets – clicking on tiles.
When she looked up her mind refused to compute what she was seeing.
She was in a huge launderette. Longer than the dancefloor and twice as wide as the spacious bedroom she was staying in, the walls were lined with large metal washing machines stacked two units high. Immediately in front of Pippa a low counter was cluttered with a plethora of bottles and boxes – detergents and washing powders and fabric softeners, all with somewhat questionable scents like Sultry Blossom or Risque Citrus – and beyond that more machines were aligned down the centre of the room. While most of the space was lit by neon strips glowing along the upper walls, an alcove at the opposite end was illuminated bright white. Within the alcove a set of shelves supported stacks of neatly folded clothes, all freshly laundered. Dozens of the machines were in use, their drums rotating quietly, yet the place was completely deserted.
Lost for words, Pippa wandered inside. With each step she tried in vain to rationalise what her eyes were telling her. On one level, given that the club provided rooms for guests to stay in it sort of made sense that it might offer a washing service. Yet there were nowhere near enough rooms available to warrant a laundry of this scale, let alone explain why so many of the machines were currently in use. It was like finding a hypermarket at the heart of a rural village.
One of the machine doors was open. Upon closer inspection she found it wasn’t quite empty: inside was a beautiful purple cocktail dress, while a pair of sheer stockings and a set of pale blue lingerie dangled out of the drum.
When she leaned down, Pippa intended to flip the underwear back inside and close the door. However, the instant her fingers brushed the material a sudden thought dominated her mind: I could try them on.
The mental voice was so abrupt and so powerful she instinctively jerked upright again, shaking her head to dislodge the thought. But at the same time her fingers tightened on the lingerie and when she looked down she found it was still in her hands.
I’d look so fucking hot. I wouldn’t need to yearn for a lover if every man in the whole club was drooling over me. They’d be desperate for a taste of me. And just imagine Maddie’s face when she realised her middle-aged work colleague had stolen all the good dick.
Deep down, a part of her understood that these abrupt urges were coming from the underwear itself. It was the only logical assumption. They had started once it was in her grasp and they were so unlike her they had to come from some outside source. But the rest of her brain dismissed the notion: who in their right mind would think an item of clothing could have a will of its own? No, surely these compulsions were the product of years of sexual deprivation; surely all the couples kissing in the corridors and the bodies grinding on the dancefloor had whipped her suppressed lust into a frenzy. Yes, that made so much more sense.
Though really it didn’t matter either way because Pippa was already disrobing, unable to resist the voice in her head. Driven by an almost primal desire she was naked in seconds, and a heartbeat later she was tugging the raunchy underwear into place.
In truth, the lingerie’s magic had already sunk its claws so deep into Pippa’s mind that there wasn’t much left of her old psyche at all. But once her transformation took hold it struck with such power that any echoes of her old life were immediately shattered.
The pleasure hit like a physical blow. Practically thrown against the wall of machines she flung out her arms in the hope of gripping something, anything to ground her.
Arms which already belonged to somebody else. The changes were subtle – slightly more muscle mass in the biceps, fractionally more prominent tendons along the forearms, red nail polish several shades darker than before – but they were there, and as a bevy more discreet alterations took effect they rapidly amounted to a very different body indeed.
Pippa’s tits inflated by a cup size to fill the bust of her bra. Her ribs become slightly more visible as her body mass dwindled by a nominal amount. Her hips widened, her thighs plumped, her calves thinned. Every change was so small that under ordinary circumstances it would have been impossible to tell anything had changed at all without seeing the old and the new side by side for comparison. But when applied with such startling speed the overall effect was like watching a process of erosion that should have taken decades compressed into a timelapse of just a few seconds, rendering the effects glaringly obvious.
Yet while her body underwent a transformation of subtlety, the changes to her facial features were impossible to miss. All at once her brows rose into sharp arcs, her sky blue eyes turned deep brown and her nude lipstick rubified to give her a full scarlet pout. Her jaw and chin and cheeks and nose and brow all resolved into a much more seductive visage, while her strawberry blonde hair – until now worn in a trimmed bob – abruptly came to life. Like a river bursting its banks it spilled over her shoulders and down her back, and the longer it grew the darker it became until after just a few seconds lengthy waves as black as fresh ink hung halfway down her spine.
The image was completed by a few final accessories: a weighty pearl necklace, a pair of matching earrings, and a pair of royal blue stilettos. It all happened so quickly there wasn’t even time to think, let alone panic. One moment she was Pippa – the next she was Penny.
And Penny wasn’t having a very good night. She had planned to end the evening in some hot hunk’s bed and even had her sights set on a particularly handsome Latino stud. However, while on the way to seduce him some drunken bitch had spilled wine all down her dress. Mortified at the idea of introducing herself to a potential hookup dripping in wine, she had hurried out to fix the situation.
Though she briefly considered returning to her room, Penny had visited Club Fantasy enough times to know that at this hour there would be a lengthy queue of intoxicated lovers waiting for the lifts up to the accommodation levels. Fortunately, during her many visits she had also come to learn about the club’s laundry room and so, knowing it would be deserted, she’d headed straight there.
Her dress had just finished washing. With any luck she could dry it off quickly and be back at the bar before her prospective date disappeared. However, when she stooped down to retrieve it she found the dress stuck out of reach at the back of the drum. Muttering under her breath, Penny was forced to get on her knees and insert her entire upper half into the machine to get hold of it.
‘Has anybody ever told you that you really know how to bring a smile to a man’s face?’
Her breath snagging in her throat, Penny scrambled back out of the machine already babbling apologies and explanations as she did so. ‘Oh God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anybody else would be here; I mean I know it’s open for anybody to use, but… my dress, somebody spilled wine down it… the man at the bar, I couldn’t approach him like that, so…’
Paradoxically, in her haste to avoid exposing herself to the stranger Penny had forgotten her dress. As such, as she leapt to her feet the one thing that could preserve her modesty remained stuck at the back of the washing machine.
Then she set eyes on the man and all concern over her attire evaporated instantly.
He looked like he had just stepped away from an awards ceremony. Clad in black suit and tie complemented by patent shoes polished to a mirror shine, his sleek outfit did nothing to mask the raw power of his broad frame, the material stretched tight across the powerful muscle of his shoulders and biceps. He had a weathered yet handsome face, with robust features and unreadable eyes that seemed to hold a universe of mystery in their depths, all framed by a stubble beard and short-cropped black hair both shot through with abundant flecks of silver. If Penny had to guess she would have judged him to be around ten years older than herself – somewhere in his mid-forties – yet there was an air of timelessness about him that attracted and intimidated her in equal measure.
‘A man at the bar, eh? It sounds like you have your night all planned out. So I suppose I’d better not delay you.’
Despite Penny’s prominent cleavage the man held her gaze easily, and that simple act alone set her reeling. She was openly proud of her stunning body, and she was used to having guys ogle her figure no matter what she was wearing. She enjoyed it, in fact. Yet somehow, having this beguiling bull stare her dead in the eye while she was wearing nothing but her most luxurious lingerie made her weak at the knees.
‘Delay all you like. Some shallow piece of ass has probably already gotten him wound around their finger.’
The man smirked. ‘You mean the same way you were going to?’
‘Perhaps,’ Penny confessed.
‘And if he’s been spirited away, what will you do then? Was there anybody else you had your eye on? Anybody else that made you weak at the knees?’
It was clear now the man knew full well what his unflinching eye contact and softspoken tone was doing to Penny. His gaze only seemed to intensify the longer she held it and she could not stifle the flush of lust that unravelled through her insides. But as he spoke he shifted his weight from one leg to the other and the motion prompted a brief flicker of movement near his thighs. When Penny looked down her heart sank: a racy golden bra and matching panties dangled from his fingers.
‘I’m sure I’ll figure something out,’ she said lamely. ‘Please don’t let me delay you.’
She made to turn back to the wall of machines, but the man caught her by the elbow. ‘Delay all you like,’ he smiled. Lifting the shiny underwear to eye level he allowed it to hang loosely from his fingertips, twirling slowly under the neon lights. Then he let it fall to the floor. ‘Autumn can wait. In fact, the longer I’m gone the hornier it’ll make her – she’ll drive herself mad imagining what I’ll do to her when I get back. Besides, she’s a shameless nympho and she knows it; a woman with experience is a much rarer gem. That is, if such a woman doesn’t mind a man in an open relationship.’
His hand on her arm was an unspoken promise of desire. Still, though the sexual tension was thick on the air, Penny managed to hold out for just a few more seconds. ‘And if a man like that suited her just fine?’
‘Then he would spend all night long showing her why any man willing to pick a shallow slut over a sensual siren like her doesn’t deserve her desire. So tell me, siren, what’s your name?’
‘Penny.’
In a sudden burst of speed the man pulled her to his chest, his powerful arms looping around to cup her breasts as he pressed his lips in so close to her ear that his nose deformed against her cheekbone. ‘Hello Penny,’ he breathed. ‘I’m Manuel.’
Just as Manuel had expected Penny made no attempt to resist when he started manually exploring her curvy physique. His groping was deliberate yet gentle, each squeeze driven by the urge to savour the sensation of her flesh against his palm, between his digits, beneath his fingertips. The deep, soulful pleasure in her groans told him she had been starved of such intimacy for far too long; clearly her experience was limited to passing flings and brief hookups more eager to nut on her tits than worship them. But a woman like her deserved better than that, and Manuel was eager to show her everything she had been missing.
And so, his hands roving up and down her curves, he groped her until her hand rose to hook around his neck; until she melted into his embrace; until even the slightest shift of his fingers drew an erotic sigh from her rouged lips. Soon enough those lips found his and their tongues danced as freely as his hands.
Manuel knew that their meeting was no accident. On the contrary, this was all Club Fantasy’s doing. Ever since leaving Fantasy Manor, Manuel and August had spent every weekend indulging themselves in the depraved delights the club had to offer. Though all members of the Fantasy Family were welcome at any time, they were amongst the few who owned permanent rooms in the club, and their walk-in wardrobe was one of the largest in the entire building, second only to the one in Phoenix’s room. As such they had access to an endless supply of different transformations – or rather, one of them did.
Manuel had not shifted bodies once since the manor. Autumn, on the other hand, constantly cycled through both psyches and physiques during every visit to the club – although she would usually leave in her original form, unless Manuel had a particular desire to continue playing with whatever new body she had taken on.
Unlike Manuel, Autumn had no recollection of her life before the manor, and as such her vapid mind was as easy to play with as her orgasmic body. Whenever Manuel spread out a new outfit on the bed she would don it without question, after which they would fuck like animals deep into the night. Her memories of him and their life together would persist, but each outfit would bring a new body and mind, varying from a vapid silicone-pumped bimbo to an insatiably depraved sex imp.
However, what had begun as simple indulgence developed into methodical erotic experimentation once Manuel learned about the laundry room
The laundrette was, in essence, the nerve centre of the club – the belly of the beast, as it were. Along with multiple floors of official accommodation, the club’s corridors were more or less an endless maze that contained countless other rooms, the majority of which contained a wardrobe of their own. These rooms would lure in unsuspecting guests, tempt them into donning the outfits within, and – inevitably – those same outfits would sooner or later wind up in discarded heaps on the floor as their transformed hosts fucked themselves silly. When the moans were flowing and the corruptive clothing had been abandoned, this is where it all ended up. Materialising within an unused machine, each item would be washed and dried before being sent back to some other wardrobe in some other room, thereby ensuring a constant supply of fresh depravity for the club’s patrons.
But it wasn’t solely the clothing itself that decided the nature of a transformation. It was just as much about how it was washed. For instance, a lingerie set cleaned using one washing powder might corrupt the wearer into a raging nymphomaniac, yet a different powder might result in an obedient submissive. There were limits – a frilly princess outfit would never make a dominatrix, no matter what it was cleaned in – but on the whole it seemed that while the wearer’s physical transformation was dictated by the outfit, their cognitive changes were linked with said outfit’s method of washing.
Upon learning this, Manuel had gleefully begun handling all Autumn’s laundry in person. With full control over the process, he could mix and match cleaning agents however he pleased as well as alter how long each item washed for, thereby infusing it with different levels of mental effects. By now he had refined things to a science; he was a sordid alchemist, and the laundry was his laboratory of lust.
A laboratory the club knew he would visit tonight. A laboratory it had led Penny to. A laboratory where it had transformed her into a gorgeous bombshell eager for a real man to fuck.
Oh no, this was no accident. This was Club Fantasy manipulating the hands of fate to its own ends. And now it had guided them into one another’s arms, it was clear what it wanted them to do next.
A gasping laugh spilled from Penny’s lips when Manuel slid inside her. ‘Fuck yes,’ she panted, delirium setting her lashes fluttering as she reclined across the counter. The bottle and boxes that had recently occupied it were now scattered across the floor, swept there by Manuel’s powerful hand just before he’d hoisted her into position.
His groping had already relieved Penny of both her bra and panties, leaving only her suspenders and stockings in position. Any lingering doubts she might have harboured had clearly evaporated, for she’d made short work of his suit too, the components of which she tossed urgently aside. For a few seconds he had considered offering his cock for her to feed on, but in the end Penny had made that decision for him.
‘Fuck me,’ she’d hissed, pressing herself hard against his tough chest so her tits were squashed between them. ‘Ram me with that huge cock. I need it. I don’t know why, but I do. I need it so much it’s driving me mad.’
Now they were in position Manuel reached down to take her tit in his hand, nipple slotted between his thumb and the side of his forefinger. ‘Is this what you came out for tonight, beautiful? A big fat cock stretching your pussy and sinking in so, so deeeeep…’ As he spoke he drove in further, slowly sheathing himself inside until her ass brushed against his balls.
Penny’s eye twitched and her mouth slipped open slightly. Yet to her credit she managed to retain her composure – something Autumn had never managed to do in any body when he entered her for the first time.
‘No. I came out for a dumb hunk. I came for a guy who understood sex but not lust. You’re not that guy.’
Penny’s leg was raised onto Manuel’s shoulder. Reaching up she placed a hand on her shin level with his mouth, thumb held slightly out. Without question Manuel sealed his lips around her thumb and sucked on it.
‘See? The guys I usually hook up with would have been too distracted by their own pleasure to bother with little things like that.’ Shifting her hand, she replaced her thumb with two fingers. ‘But they’re the things I crave – the things that build up and up until we’re both so horny we can’t think straight.’
Pulling away, Manuel wore a wicked smile. ‘Oh, I see. You mean like the feeling of having your tits in my hands but me never quite toying your nipples?’ Manuel mimicked his words, taking a breast in each hand and unspooling an ache in Penny’s chest as her nipples longed for his touch. ‘Like me thrusting just as deep as normal, but carefully controlling the angle so I only brush your G-spot but never hit it?’ Again he did so and Penny had to stifle a groan. ‘Or maybe like the way your whole body feels like it’s being shaken apart when I take you from behind?’
Her mind awash with desire, it took Penny a second to register Manuel’s words. Once she did she caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow. ‘You’re not taking me from behind,’ she pointed out.
‘I know. But I’m sure we can remedy that, can’t we?’
Leaning over the counter with one knee lifted atop it, Penny allowed herself to bask in the ecstasy when Manuel plunged inside her once more. His dick was steel wrapped in silk, the core thick and rigid yet the sheath of skin almost impossibly smooth. Yet as he began to thrust again the initial pleasure of his pumping hips was gradually eroded by the cumulative bliss of all those little things Penny craved so fiercely.
Her hair brushed lightly over her cheek and neck and arms in time to their sensual rhythm; her tits swung gently, the tug on her chest as they moved a desirable discomfort; whenever she bit her lip to swallow back a moan her mouth was filled with the taste of him, lingering in her lipstick from their kisses. There was the hard edge of the countertop pressing against her thigh with each thrust and the tension in her knee as his broad hands pinned her in place. The brush of his thighs against hers, his body hair tickling her skin, and the way his thick fingers sank into the flesh of her hips until she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began.
Each sensation vied for attention, and as they continued to mount Penny felt her hold on reality starting to slip. Eager to lose her grip entirely, she opted to manipulate Manuel in a way she knew no man could ignore.
‘I thought you wanted to shake me apart? Or was that just your bravado talking?’
As expected, Manuel responded forcefully. Seizing her shoulder he pulled her back so her head was against his chest and she was looking directly up into his eyes.
However, his reply was far from expected.
‘I think you’ve been spending too much time around guys with single-digit IQs. Or maybe you’re just used to competing with basic sluts who prefer to goad than seduce. Either way, I’m afraid that bait won’t tempt me.’
Penny shuddered as gravity pulled her necklace down her back, the beads tickling her skin as they descended. ‘Then what will?’
‘The truth,’ Manuel said simply. ‘Tell me what you want and let me sate those desires.’
‘I want you to fuck–’
‘No. That’s not you talking. That’s the woman who pretends a simple fuck is enough to satisfy her when in reality her lust is so much deeper. Tell me what you want.’
Closing her eyes, Penny let the truth out. ‘I want somebody to remind me what true pleasure is. I want somebody who sees sin and sensuality as two sides of the same coin, like I do. I want somebody to use my body to fulfil all their wildest fantasies and then let me do the same to them. I want… I want…’ She paused. ‘I want you to use me the way you use Autumn. Please.’ The final plea was almost desperate, her brow furrowing with longing.
‘As you wish, beautiful.’
True to his word, Manuel shook her apart. With his hands clamped around her hips his powerful thrusts came hard and fast, driving her against the counter and setting her body rippling with each blow. Faced with such an onslaught of ecstasy all the small things were swamped by simple, overwhelming orgasmia into which Penny willingly sank. In that moment her only reason for existence was to be his cocksleeve and that fact alone was enough to send her into a spiral of mental decline.
However, just as Manuel was unlike her usual hookup, Penny was nothing like his typical plaything either. Because while Autumn would have remained a drooling, babbling mess for the rest of the night, even at the mercy of Manuel’s incredible stamina Penny only lost her mind briefly. And by the time clarity seeped back in she was eager to take a more active role.
Twisting around to face Manuel, she fixed him with a charged stare. ‘Get on the counter. Now.’
Manuel did not argue. Sliding free of her sex he hoisted himself up to join her and lay on his back, huge cock jutting straight up.
Penny was riding him before he’d even settled into position.
This time it was Manuel’s turn to lose himself. With her knees planted beside his hips and her torso slung low over his she immediately set about exploiting this role reversal. Her rhythm was slower than his yet drastically more sensual. Rather than bounce needily she rose and descended in long, steady strokes that peaked at the tip of his head and ended at the base. Every so often she would sit back fully and grope herself as she circled her hips to swirl his dick around inside her, a motion which invariably took Manuel’s breath away.
In seconds his eyes were rolling and his jaw was slack. Not long after a low groan was dribbling from his mouth. Then she put his lips to work by pushing her tit between them and any further moans were muffled by her flesh.
After some time she pulled her bosom free and twisted sideways, though even then he set about needily kissing the side of her breast. His arms were thrown out wide – one hand gripping a raised section of the counter, the other a basket of folded clothing – but as she continued to rock she reached out to seize his left wrist. Guiding his hand to her ass, she chuckled as the other promptly mirrored the motion. Needy for a way to channel the lust roiling inside he wasted no time before beginning to grope her once again.
‘That’s it baby,’ she purred. ‘That’s it.’
Penny hadn’t felt so hot in years. The unyielding sensation of his rock-hard dick was a constant reminder of how aroused he was by her, but the feeling went deeper than that. Over the years she had grown so used to snatching nights of pleasure with one-night stands and no-strings-attached hookups she’d almost forgotten what it was like to connect with somebody so deeply. Yet every second in Manuel’s embrace was tenfold more intense than an entire night with any of those passing flings, and the thrill of finding somebody whose depravity matched her own was like jet fuel for her own lust.
Hell, if she hadn’t known better Penny would have thought they were actually made for each other. She could not imagine any man filling her more perfectly, and from the expression on his face she suspected her pussy was giving Autumn’s some intense competition.
And so their passion continued in a cycle of turning tables. Each would take turns controlling the depravity. During their period of command they would use the other’s body in whatever they desired – rough and ruthless; slow and sensual; wild and wicked – all while sating their own cravings in the process. But neither could maintain authority forever, and whenever their energy waned or they let their guard down their lover was always ready to seize the opportunity.
Under the unchanging glow of the neon lights time stood still. Penny had no idea how long it was before she found herself leaning against the raised counter, groping herself desperately while Manuel pumped up into her from below. Both her folds and his shaft were slick with her pussy juices, and though she had climaxed twice already Manuel was yet to cum.
‘So tell me, beautiful, is this worth skipping a night with that guy at the bar?’
‘Fuck yes,’ she groaned, squeezing her tits so hard her knuckles went white. ‘Yes, yes, yes, absolutely yes.’
She couldn’t think of anything else to say. Her entire body throbbed with the lingering ecstasy of previous orgasms, and as her third approached she wondered how much more she could take. Yet she couldn’t even imagine stopping. Manuel’s unrelenting thrusts were simultaneously heavenly and terrifying, for even though she knew they might break her, when the alternative was giving them up then it was a price she was willing to pay.
Eventually, when his pace slowed, Penny managed to gather her thoughts.
‘Manuel–’ Penny cut herself off when her voice came out as a trembling whisper. After several deep breaths she tried again. ‘Manuel, I need to ask you something.’
His thrusts slowed further still. ‘Yes?’
‘It’s about you and Autumn. You said you were in an open relationship. Do you think that… well, do you think there might be room in that relationship for one more?’
The primal expression that flashed across Manuel’s face told Penny what he was about to do before it happened. Nevertheless, the speed with which he sprang up towards her rack still took her by surprise. Plunging his face into her closest breast he ran his tongue over her nipple in firm strokes.
‘I guess I’ll take that as a yes,’ Penny laughed, wrapping a hand around the back of his head. The new position made it hard for Manuel to thrust, so Penny began slowly rolling her hips.
Even when he pulled back Manuel was briefly unable to control his lust for her. He continued lapping hungrily at her tit for almost a minute longer before he tilted his head back to look at her, chest heaving and eyes bright.
‘Has anybody ever told you that you really know how to bring a smile to a man’s face?’
‘Now you mention it, there was this one guy.’ Leaning in closer she bought her lips to within a hair of his. ‘He told me that just before he rocked my world.’ Closing the gap, she groaned into his mouth as their tongues intertwined.
It took several minutes before they finally parted again.
‘Since you’re so eager to get involved with us, what do you think we should do with Autumn when we get back to our room?’
Our room. The words danced around Penny’s head sending thrills of delight tingling through her body. Our room.
‘Well, I definitely want to make a lasting first impression. But I’m not sure how best to do that. You know her better than me. Whatdo you think we should do?’
Manuel pondered this for a moment while Penny continued to ride him softly. Her heart thumped a little faster when a deviant smile spread gradually across her lover’s rugged features.
‘If there’s one thing you need to know about Autumn, it’s that she’s insatiable. Even when she’s been fucked into a mindless drooling mess she’s still always hungry for more, and sometimes even I don’t have the stamina to keep up. But I don’t have a problem sharing, so it’s not uncommon that I’ll invite a friend or two to come use her together. The thing is, I’ve only ever used her with other guys. Never another woman.’
The mischief in his eyes burned fierce as he continued. ‘When we get back I can go in first and tell her I’ve bought somebody along for a threesome. She’ll assume you’re a guy and she’ll let me blindfold her. Then you come in and join us on the bed. You’ll tease her first: stroke her tits, play with her clit, kiss her thighs. You know, all the little things,’ he smirked. ‘And when she opens her mouth expecting a cock to suck, I guide her between your legs instead. You want to make a good impression? Something tells me getting her addicted to your pussy is the best impression you could possibly hope for.’
Arousal crept its way up Penny’s spine. ‘And you think she’ll like that?’
‘I think she’ll be putty in our hands. She’s asked about bringing other women to bed before but I’ve never found one I’d be willing to share her with. Until tonight, that is. Trust me, she’ll be begging to worship you.’
‘And when do you suggest we tell her I’ll be joining you both in bed permanently?’
A wicked edge entered Manuel’s smile. ‘I say we wait until I’m fucking her ass and you’re sitting on her face. She’s been desperate to try that position for ages, so if we tell her then…’
‘She might just lose her mind,’ Penny finished.
‘Precisely,’ Manuel nodded.
Penny chuckled. ‘I like the sound of that. Although before we get to that stage I want to have her lick my tits clean of your cum.’
Manuel caught her gaze and raised an eyebrow. ‘I haven’t cum on your tits,’ he pointed out.
The grin Penny gave then was almost demonic. ‘I know. But I’m sure we can remedy that, can’t we?’
Manuel made no attempt to stop her as she lifted free of his cock and abandoned the counter to kneel on the floor. Taking his hand she eagerly manoeuvred him into position above her before feverishly jerking him off with something close to mania twisting her pretty face.
In the end it didn’t take long for Penny to push Manuel over the edge. Not only had their lengthy bout of passion driven him to the brink already, but she had also inadvertently stumbled upon Manuel’s weak spot. As it turned out, he could withhold his climax almost indefinitely while fucking in any number of positions – but having a curvy bombshell kneeling at his feet, jerking his cock and desperate for his load? That was Manuel’s kryptonite.
When his long overdue orgasm finally broke it showered thick ribbons of pearly cum across her face, neck and bosom. Just as she’d hoped, Penny’s tits were soon decorated in garlands of his seed.
Her hand still wrapped around the base of his twitching cock, Penny waited for the last drop to land before she licked her lips and looked up at Manuel with a smirk.
‘Well then, now I’m dressed to impress, how about we pay our little slut a visit?’
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When I said that Club Fantasy allowed me to explore settings that wouldn’t fit into previous Fantasy Universe stories, this is what I meant. There is no way this scene would have made any sense in any of the other series, especially given the large size of the laundromat depicted therein. Yet the fact that the inclusion of a sizeable laundry room makes at least some level of sense in Club Fantasy made this chapter a lot of fun to write for two big reasons.
First and foremost was the fact that it allowed me to showcase Penny Barber’s work. As many of my readers will know, I enjoy writing stories using galleries from a wide variety of models, and that includes models of different ages. Some of my all-time favourite stories involve the work of models considered to be on the older end of the spectrum, and while Penny Barber is only 40 (37 when she filmed this), when many big-name models are in their early to mid twenties (PornHub’s #1 model, Sweetie Fox, is 24, for instance), then any age starting with a 3 is generally considered mature in comparison. I have been a fan of Barber’s work for quite some time, and like other models in this series she has narrowly missed out on appearing in previous Fantasy Universe stories. However, in her case I’ve found that while her body of work is hot as fuck, unfortunately many of the galleries that go along with her scenes don’t have great image quality. This meant I was very limited in what galleries I could actually use to support a chapter showcasing her work, and while this scene was amongst my favourites it simply didn’t make sense to any previous storyline.
The second benefit of using this scene though was that it allowed me to expand the Fantasy Universe lore a little bit. I like to think that every Fantasy Universe location has a room like this, albeit on a smaller scale, since it establishes more of a foundation to how the clothes transform people the way they do. I have been writing since I was pretty young, and in all that time worldbuilding has always been one of my favourite parts of the hobby, so the chance to flesh out the inner workings of the club – and by extension the other locations like it too – made this one an absolute blast to write. Add to that the chance to finally include Barber’s work and bring back Manuel, and you have a chapter which is amongst my favourites of the series.
Image gallery: https://www.pornhat.com/albums/96403/tumble/
