My submission for the Vegebul smutfest 2018.
My first attempt in writing. English isn't my first language so be prepared for extra mistakes, what is readable is because the amazing Rockykelboa helped me edit this shit.
This chapter is heavily based/mixed with a movie scene but I'll say which one at the end of the notes and see if you can guess it.
Besides him and his wife, the reserved room where the event was taking place hosted six other couples. He didn't bother wearing a mask like other guests. People knew who he was whether he wanted or not. As a Congressman, it was inevitable. What bothered him was that people would assume because he was a man in a position of power he had a taste for these kinds of places. He cursed his horny wife for the thousand time.
He couldn't complain about his sex life, his wife was a polite, reserved woman on the outside, but she quickly transformed into a slut in the inside their bedroom. She was wearing a blonde wig to disguise her black hair, and he unconsciously related each hair color to her two personalities.
"Which one do you like?"
She interrupted his thoughts, and without glancing around he said, "Don't care, you choose."
"There's that brunette girl, or the one with the red hair, or the woman in the corner that looks like me if you don't want to go wild." He gave her a murderous look for her mocking way of calling him boring, but she ignored him. "There's another girl with a blonde wig and the weird woman with the blue one."
Not too obvious, he looked through the tenuous neon lights and spotted each woman his wife had pointed, the blue wig highlighting.
Although he knew she had blue hair, she was wearing a short lavender wig. How his wife mistook the colors, he didn't know. She looked up from her drink, their gazes held for a minute until she broke it with a knowing smirk. Vegeta cursed his wife for the millionth time.
"This room is taken."
He didn't move a muscle when the door opened, hoping whoever had entered the room would leave at his rude tone. They didn't. From the corner of his eye, he saw that a woman had stepped inside. She removed the coat she was wearing and stood next to the small circular table at the middle of the half moon couch.
"I haven't chosen a partner," he added, his back still facing her, the quilted couch much more interesting than somebody else's wife.
"My husband chose your wife, so I thought it would be proper."
Slowly, he turned around and faced the lavender wig-woman, hands in his pockets. Despite the cold look on his face and sneer that held the corner of his lips, all his focus was on her.
The wig had a short bangs that didn't reached her brows, poorly cut for a woman with her wealth. The lenght scoped her jaw in a defiantly way, without touching her almost bare shoulders. Her make up wasn't heavy, but she wore lavender eye-shadow, lip gloss and blush that accentuated her blue eyes and plump cheeks. Vegeta wasn't a man that took his time scrutinizing a woman's face, but he was refusing to acknowledge her skimpy attire.
He didn't need to ogle her to catch that she was wearing a thin purple bra with long straps like those useless curtains that didn't have a function other than block his view. Long thin straps that meet her thong at her hips, faintly brushing the skin there, but ended at her bottom checks, mockingly covering her. He didn't need to look down to notice her thong had a piece of shiny cloth in the front that could brighten the whole room if the light hit it just right, or that she was wearing a whore 90's style of high heels that he had never see a woman wear in public or private, until now.
Instead, he focused on her long earrings and how the small diamonds reflected the sky trapped in her eyes.
Everything about her said wild and bold, like her words. "I'm not surprised that you're here, though it's weird that you're still alone."
Fuck his wife.
"I am here to please my wife!" he revealed with a burst of embarrassment and regretted it instantly, unsure of what she would think of him. He had averted his gaze from hers, expecting laughter at his situation, but with a cold expression his eyes meet hers again. Warm swimming pools of understanding waited for him, and he almost wanted to take a dive until her mouth denied his words.
"Oh please! You politicians have a thing for forbidden fruits. Tell me, what's your kink? Thinking about your wife being fucked by someone else, or do you want to watch? You still have time, they just-"
"And what about you? Weren't you a romantic liberal, what happened to commitment and righteous decisions? Portraying yourself as a whore turns you on?"
To his astonishment, she dared to wink at him.
"A little, besides who doesn't want a free pass to cheat with no repercussions?"
He didn't buy her bluff.
She seemed so casual, winking at him, walking around the couch with a skilled fashion in those heels, laying sensually and slowly on her back on top of the flat couch armrest, lifting her legs up so he had no choice but to look at her. Displaying her body in imitation of a striper waiting for money, he wished he had dollar bills just to join her in her fantasy.
But they had meet briefly and loudly at one of her father galas three years ago. He, the cold right hand of a chairman in the Senate, gaining his position in Congress with the help of nasty and unethical comrades. She, the doctor's daughter with a pampered life, who defended the rights and necessities of the tax payers. It didn't take long for them to argue.
Any topic they could chose, their differing opinions collided. People came in and out of the conversation, but they debated the whole night. She was already engaged, claimed that it had been love at first sight.
But it wasn't that which made him doubt her honesty now. She was a woman with the privileges of an easy life, but she had proven her worth in the same field as his father, surpassing his name many times. She could have bought anything she wanted without moving a finger, but she earned her fortune making advances and discoveries in medicine. She was a woman with a free pass who instead chose the rough path.
She was here because her husband wanted to be.
In the corner of the room was a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. She went for them, filled and handed him one. She took a sip from hers and knelt on the table. She agreed to play along with him and innocently offered, "Let's say that you're telling the truth. We still can have fun without breaking any vows."
They were at a fucking swingers party.
Vegeta lifted one brow as the only indication of his interest and brought the glass to his dry mouth.
"How so?"
There was something in the way she was looking at him, a playful smirk started to grow on her face and a strange dread settled in his gut.
"I can make you cum without touching you."
He spilled his drink at her forward statement, and she didn't pause for him to say a word, not that he had any.
"But I will need your help to do so. You will have to touch yourself."
"I thought you had plenty of guts, but you are just a vulgar woman." Vegeta found his speech after a few seconds, defenseless from her attacks. He felt his face get warmer and looked away from her, denying her the enjoyment of seeing him blush.
He didn't see her disappointment when she rose from the table, but heard her coarse tone, "Just as I thought, you are just another uptight lawyer. You're too conservative to let loose."
She put her coat on and went to the door, ready to leave, but he held it shut. Placing his hand over her head, he successfully avoided touching her.
"I bet I can do the same to you."
He felt her shudder with the humid air of the room sticking to her body, that he was sure it was burning, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "But I will need your help to do so. You will have to do as I say."
She turned around to face him slowly, giving him time to back down. Whatever they were about to do, he knew it wasn't his forte. He was a man. He had a dick. What could he do without it? But if there was one true thing about Vegeta, it was that he never backed down from a challenge.
Being that close from her, allowed him the opportunity to appreciate that her eyes were the most teal shade he had ever seen and were currently piercing his common darken ones, until finally she made the first move, caressing his lips with her sweet breath.
"What do you want me to do?"
Suddenly, that strange dread found its place next to his hammering heart. It traveled through his ragged breath and stuck in his throat. His brain was ahead of his thoughts, but words were lost in the middle. Reliving his struggle, she took the lead and stood again on the center table.
A slow rock beat could be heard from the speaker above them, as he saw the woman's silhouette move in sync. Vegeta took a deep breath and drank the full, needed glass of champagne before he marched towards the couch. He sat in the middle and opened his eyes, ready to masturbate, watching a woman strip to her only spectator.
Her hips swung from side to side with the beat of the tempting tune. Her pale legs slightly bent at the knees, and her eyes were sparking blue notes of lust.
"Take off your bra," he commanded.
Without losing the beat, her hands moved to unclasped her top, savoring the task as if his eyes were the ones removing it. Two rounded mounds of ivory delight filled his vision. Their pinky buds that looked as bitable as exotic chocolate, and as the air of the room touch them, they hardened puckering, calling to him like a treat. Her hands cupped them instinctively, gently pressing them together in the middle of her chest. Her fingers slid down to her hips and went down to her legs as she simultaneously slid down to kneel. With her crouched on all fours in a submissive positon, his cock started throbbing to life. That's when it dawned in his mind that she was in control of his impulses, realizing too late that she could succeed in her goal.
He wouldn't allow her that, not yet at least.
"Nice wig." It was a strange compliment, but he did what he could.
"Thanks," she praised like a wicked little princess wanting the approbation of her daddy.
"You had me fooled at first. Of course, you wouldn't want to be recognized frequenting this place."
Vegeta expected to ruffle her feathers, not going as far to offend her. When she stood from the table, he knew he did. She didn't give him the time to dwell and went to the couch, walking around his form completely, evading contact. She bent over next to him exposing her round ass right in his face. Like a magnet, he was drawn to it, but stopped just in time, just in time to notice the tiny cloth was damp in the crotch, and he couldn't take it anymore. He took out his hard length and stroke it a few times to calm his pulsating veins.
"You might be a regular customer here, but I still have a reputation to save," she tried to hide the indignation in her tone, but he could hear it.
Was she comparing him with the lecherous men in the building?
Vegeta swiped his eyes from her barely covered cunt, to look at her icy eyes as he cleared her misunderstanding.
"This is my first time here, woman."
She stood and turned to face him, searching for lies in his infinite widow's peak, looking for crumbs in his permanent scowl. Finding none, her lips half curled in a sweet smile as she sat down on the flat back the couch to settle his assumption too.
"This is my first time here too."
Why he felt relieved at her confession, he couldn't answer. She kept still, staring at him with that sugary smile and those candy-like eyes until he understood. She was waiting for his commands. Obsidian eyes traced the curves of her pearly body. The flesh of her bare shoulders reflected pink neon lights, and her petite waist was perfect to rest his heavy hands. His gaze stopped at her knees, where they were blocking his view of her wetness.
"Spread them," he ordered in a grave voice, but the tease she was only gave him a peek of the treasure between her thighs.
"Wider," he demanded, annoyed.
Her right leg swung open, lifting to stretch across the back of the couch. Then her left leg repeated the motion, leaving her thong-covered womanhood on display. The shiny cloth covering her pelvis was bedazzled, as if a gold was hidden behind it. He was ready to open the coffer when her silky voice intervened, "Your wife is a lucky one. She gets to eat that every night."
Unwilling, his gaze went to hers and saw the hunger in her eyes. He followed their direction and noticed they were devouring his shaft. Tardily, he registered the envy in her tone.
"I would swallow you whole," she said as she licked her lips, and he couldn't help but to quicken his pace. "But I would take my time. First my tongue will worship your head like is the sweetest popsicle in the world" One of her hands ventured to caress her heavy breast and the other ghostly passed above her lips. "Then I will suck your engorged cock from the tip to the base, lubricating it with my saliva and your precum." To give him an idea of the picture, she slowly slid her finger inside of her mouth, and he felt his cock twitch with her juicy words. "And while you're hitting my throat, I would cream myself waiting for you to unload your cum in my mouth." Her hungry eyes met his wild ones, and he nearly came then and there.
Vegeta closed his eyes for a second to regain his composure. They weren't touching, and yet he felt like she had done what she said, he never felt his hand that slippery with only his lube.
"Show me," he almost pleaded.
Her dainty fingers budged the crotch of her panties, and her dripping pussy was finally released. Rosy lips of pleasure were pouting appetizingly at him, inviting him to taste and tease them. Her free hand rested on top of her thigh, ready -eager- to follow his instructions.
He'd reached uncharted territory, off his battlefield, but she was discreetly guiding him, allowing him a sense of leadership. With his ego, he must have felt disrespected by her condescending play.
Instead, Vegeta requested, "Wet your middle finger with your juices and touch your clit."
And was rewarded when she obeyed his voice like it was her subconscious, her body was only responding naturally. When she closed her eyes, he knew she trusted him with her pleasure, to drive her to down the final road to ecstasy. A quiet moan got stuck in her throat, silently begging for more.
"Thrust two fingers inside."
Her head rolled backwards and her left hand wandered up to caress her exposed neck. It pathed back down to her chest, and he dared to think she was touching herself because she had denied him the indulgence.
"Faster, woman!" he urged her.
But she wanted him to want her. His eyes glued to her weren't enough.
"Are you imagining your cock inside of me?"
A needy voice drew his gaze back to her flushed face, and his grip got tighter, strangling his dick with force. The woman had her eyelids scarcely open, and her lips indecisively pressed flat against each other before they opened.
Her hand ran faster.
"That you are shoving me against the table spreading my thighs so wide-" A moan that she failed to silence interrupted, leaving his balls stiff and firm.
Both were hot, hard and ready, but they wanted to win, or to come last, or first. Whatever it was, neither wanted to lose this fight, yet at the same time, both needed the other to beat them.
"Keep fingering yourself, but touch your clit with your thumb." He didn't need to see her anymore. Her gradually increasing groans were enough to keep him excited. Vegeta didn't knew where this libidinous man was coming from, but he didn't stop to think about it. His eyes closed as he rested his head in the coach, he focused on the ragged breath next to him and let her wanton voice steal some ripped growls from his throat.
"Are you imagining her?" she rudely asked.
His brows knitted in confusion, shooting back in her direction, wondering who she was referring? She only smirked, as if that was the answer she was waiting for.
"Touch..." he began, but the blood from his brain was currently busy pumping through his trembling body. His solid cock stole most of his thoughts.
Apparently, she was a mind reader, because she touched and pinched her nipple while adding another finger in her striking
"I'm gonna... Im gonna..." she wailed frantically, and he just wanted to see her, indecisive whether to glue his gaze to her flushed face or her abused pussy.
A whimper grew in the woman's throat, escaped her mouth in a powerful scream while her arms, legs, her whole body quaked and tensed. Vegeta heard a furious groan, belatedly realizing it was his own. He felt his hand rubbing out his shaft, faster and wilder, and hot blasts of cum shot across the floor.
The movie scene is from Closer