The Black Box
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Category:
Celebrities - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
8
Views:
949
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know anybody named here, nor do I make any money from this story.
Margot Robbie
Several days passed by. Margot Robbie, and Tom Ackerly grace the doors of the Black Box. I find they might be looking for a three way on stage, so I go seek them out, and introduce myself.
"Eric!" she calls out, her Australian accent carrying easily over the ambient noise. "I've been meaning to come by and check out this place for ages. The reviews are incredible." Her gaze drifts past you toward the main stage where the current performance is winding down.
Tom leans forward, his expression more curious than starstruck. "We heard about the shows here. Heard you put on quite a spectacle."
"There's no place quite like The Black Box. You just here to watch, or are you interested in getting on stage?"
Margot's face flushes, and her smile turns coy. "I'm always up for a bit of fun," she says, her Australian lilt making the words seem both innocent and scandalous. "Though I can't speak for Tom here. What do you say, darling? Feeling adventurous?"
Tom's eyes dart between you and his wife, a mix of uncertainty and arousal flickering in his gaze. "I'm... I'm here for whatever Margot wants," he admits, his voice a bit shaky. "She's the one with all the experience."
Margot laughs, a musical sound that draws a few glances from nearby patrons. "Oh, come on, love. We both know you've got a few fantasies you've been hiding." She turns back to you, her blue eyes sparking with playful defiance. "I think my husband here might enjoy watching a bit of action. Maybe even getting involved, if the mood strikes him."
"Could we hire you to go up there with us?" she asks me. "I've always had a fantasy of fucking another guy while making Tom watch. And he does like to watch."
"What would that cost? And what exactly would you provide?"
You lean against the edge of their table, studying them both. Tom's breathing has quickened, his fingers twitching where they rest on the seat. Margot's confidence is performative - there's a slight tremble in her hands as she sips her drink.
"So three of us, one stage. The audience loves three ways. Would I be fucking only you, Margot, or would the two of you want me to fuck Tom, too?"
"Just me." replies Margot. "Unless Tom wants to join in later."
"I intend to just watch." Adds Tom.
"Then the cost is $5000, then. An extra $10,000 for Tom and I, if it happens."
Tom makes a small, choked sound beside her. Margot doesn't blink. Instead, she reaches into her clutch and withdraws a black American Express card, sliding it across the table without breaking eye contact. "Done."
I run her card, and give it back.
"Whenever the stage is empty, and you're ready, we may go up."
Tom and Margot look up at the now emptying stage, and each other. "I think we're ready now."
Tom's grip tightens on the edge of the table as Margot and I stand. He watches with rapt attention as you lead them both toward the main stage, his breathing growing heavier with every step. He grabs a chair prior to going on stage. The crowd notices the movement immediately, conversations dying down as patrons crane their necks to see who's about to perform.
I help Margot up the steps, the crowd's murmurs turning to excited chatter as they recognize her. She moves with practiced confidence, her hips swaying deliberately as she climbs onto the stage. Tom follows with his chair closely behind us. He puts it just behind center stage, and sits down. Margot finds some rope on the side of the stage, and ties him to the chair.
The rope creaks as she secures his wrists and ankles, ensuring he can't escape his position - front row, center stage, with a perfect view of everything to come. Tom's chest rises and falls rapidly, his breathing shallow as the restraints tighten. When she finishes, Margot leans down to whisper something in his ear, her hand sliding along his inner thigh with possessive familiarity.
Straightening up, she turns to you with a playful smirk. "Well, Eric? What do you say we give my husband a show worth watching?" She moves closer as the crowd cheers. Her fingers trail down your chest, coming to rest just above your belt. "Shall we start with a proper kiss?"
Before you can answer, she presses her body against yours, rising up on her toes to close the distance. I hold her cheek, and we kiss. The kiss is hungry, her tongue pushing past your limyps like she's claiming territory. The crowd roars around us both, but all I notice is the way her fingers fumble with my belt my buckle, desperate and practiced at once. When my cock springs free, she doesn't hesitate just drops to her knees right there, in front of everyone, and wraps her lips around you.
"Damn, your wife is greedy."
Tom watches from his chair, bound and breathing hard. You can see his cock pressing against his slacks, his chest rising and falling as Margot works you with her mouth. She pulls back just enough to speak, her breath hot against my shaft.
"Watch him," she murmurs, then returns to you, deeper this time, taking you down her throat until her nose presses into my pubic bone.
Tom's hands strain against the ropes. His face is flushed, his pupils blown wide as he watches his wife service you with total abandon. Hints of jealousy and desire flash across his face.
I ask "You didn't just come up here to blow me, did you? You want me to fuck you properly in front of Tom and everybody else, don't you?"
She turns toward Tom, who's practically panting now, his entire body tensed like a coiled spring. "Tell me, darling—do you want to see me take him inside me?" She speaks with deliberate cruelty, each word designed to tease and torment.
Tom swallows hard, his throat working as he struggles to speak. "Y-yes," he finally manages, voice rough with need. "Fuck, yes. Please."
Margot looks back at me, that wicked grin still in place. "Did you hear that? Isn't he just a good little cuckold?"
She rises from her knees smoothly, the dress falling back into place as she turns to face you fully. Her hand stills on your cock, giving it a firm squeeze before releasing it.
She unbuttons and removes my shirt, as I let my pants and underwear fall to the floor. I take off her shirt, showing off her lacy white bra. I reach around her, and unclasp her bra, revealing her pert breasts.
She takes off her skirt and panties. Completely naked now, she walk over to Tom, swaying her hips. She bends over slightly, put her hands on the arm rests next to Tom's arms, presenting her ass to me.
I grip her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I line myself up behind her. The audience's roar reaches a crescendo as I press forward, her body yielding to me with a single, smooth thrust.
"Oh god," Margot gasps, her fingers tightening around the chair arms. Her back arches slightly as you sink deeper, her inner walls clamping around me with delicious pressure. She looks back over her shoulder at me, her face flushed and lips parted. "Fuck yes, just like that. Give it to me." She speaks with ragged need, her words carrying across the stage to where Tom sits bound and helpless.
I set a steady rhythm, pulling back just enough to watch myself disappear inside her before slamming home again. The wet slap of skin on skin mingles with the crowd's cheers and the bass-heavy music thrumming through the club.
Tom's breathing comes in short, ragged gasps as he watches.
I move my hands up her body to cup her breasts.
My fingers find her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger as my hips piston forward. She throws her head back with a moan, her body quivering with every thrust. The stage lights catch the sweat glistening on her skin as she pushes back against me, meeting my movements with eager enthusiasm.
"Fuck, I can't believe I'm letting you do this," Tom gasps, his words strained. His cock strains against his pants, a visible bulge that pulses with his racing heartbeat. "She's so wet for you. So tight."
Margot glances back at him, her expression half-lidded with pleasure. "Oh darling," she purrs, "you wanted to watch, didn't you? Wanted to see how another man fucks your wife?" She arches her back, pressing her breasts into your hands as you continue your relentless pace.
"Yes," he admits, his words breaking. "God, yes. You're so hot getting fucked."
"Harder," she whispers, almost to herself. "I want to feel you tomorrow."
I oblige, driving into her with everything I have. The crowd roars louder now, a wall of noise and heat pressing in from all sides. Someone shouts something you can't make out, but it doesn't matter, it's just sound, just atmosphere, just another layer to the moment.
Tom's watching with rapt attention. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and there's a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"Oh my god! You're so much bigger than Tom!" she exclaims.
Tom's breathing hitches for just a second.
"Look at how well he fucks me, Tommy. How well he make me feel."
I can feel her muscles tensing, her inner walls fluttering around my shaft as she nears her peak. The way she moves against me, her hips rocking, back arching, betrays how close she is. The stage lights catch the sweat on her skin, creating a sheen that makes her glow.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she moans, loud enough for the crowd to hear. Her fingers work furiously, circling her clit with quick, firm strokes. The vibrations of your thrusts travel through her body, intensifying her pleasure.
Tom's eyes are locked onto where your bodies connect, his breathing ragged. His cock strains against his pants, the outline clearly visible even in the dim light. His hands clench and unclench around the ropes that bind him, the fabric biting into his wrists as he unconsciously tugs against his restraints.
"Don't stop," Margot gasps, her body tensing.
I can feel it, the way her body tenses, the way her walls clamp around you as her orgasm rips through her. Her back arches sharply, pressing her ass harder against you as she moans, long and loud, for the entire club to hear. Her fingers move frantically between her legs, working her clit through the intensity of her climax.
The crowd erupts, their cheers a deafening roar of approval as they witness Margot coming on my cock. Tom's eyes flicker with something unreadable - fascination, jealousy, arousal, all tangled together in a way that makes his face tighten.
"Oh god," Margot whimpers, her body still pulsing around you. "Oh fuck, don't stop, please don't stop." Her words are broken, her breathing ragged as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm. Her hands grip your thighs for balance, her nails digging in slightly as she pushes back against you.
"Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum, too!"
"Cum inside me," Margot gasps, twisting her neck to look back at you. Her pupils blown wide with lust. "I want to feel it. I want you to fill me up while he watches."
I thrust as my orgasm rips through me. Margot moans loudly as she feels me pulse inside her, my cum flooding her pussy in hot, thick spurts. Her body arches and shudders, her fingers working her clit frantically as she cums too, her inner walls milking your cock for every last drop.
I pull out, and my cum starts leaking down her leg.
"Untie him," she commands, her voice carrying the authority of a woman who just had her most primal desires fulfilled. The crowd quiets, sensing the shift in the dynamic. I move to the ropes binding Tom's wrists and ankles, working quickly and efficiently. As the final knot falls away, Tom flexes his hands, feeling the circulation return.
Margot takes his face in her hands, her cum-slick fingers leaving marks on his skin. "Tell me what you want," she demands, her voice rough with desire. The club lights catch the sweat on her body, the glistening trails of your cum still decorating her thighs.
Tom's gaze flickers between you and Margot, the conflict in his eyes visible even from where you stand. His hands shake slightly as he reaches for her waist, pulling her close. "I want you," he admits, his voice thick with need. "I want you to be mine again, after this."
She asks "Sloppy seconds?"
"Yes" he replies. "I want to fuck you right here, right now."
"I'd like that." she says as she stands him up, and takes off his pants.
"You're going to fuck me with your wife's pussy full of another man's cum?" she asks Tom, her voice dripping with challenge.
His throat moves as he swallows. "Yeah," he manages. "I want to feel you still dripping."
She sinks down onto his cock in one smooth motion, and Tom groans, his head falling back as his wife's still-slick pussy envelops him. You can see the way his muscles tense, the way his fingers dig into her hips as she rides him. The chair creaks dangerously under the movement of their bodies.
Margot moans, loud and unrestrained, as she moves. "God, you can feel it inside me," she pants to Tom. "His cum is still in there, still leaking out around your cock." She grinds down, making sure you can see the way his shaft glistens with both your spend.
Tom's breathing is ragged, his hands flexing against Margot's skin as she works herself up and down his length. He watches where you cum still leaks from her, his teeth digging into his lower lip. His restraint is slipping, his hips twitching up to meet her movements.
The chair rocks dangerously as Tom's body tenses, his back arching, his hands gripping Margot's hips hard enough to bruise. He groans low in his throat, a guttural sound torn from him as his cock pulses inside her. His thrusts become erratic, uncontrolled, his whole body shuddering as he spills into her—into the place where your cum already rests. Margot moans louder, her head falling back as she feels him fill her, the heat of his release mixing with the slickness still coating her walls.
The crowd erupts in cheers and applause. Some people stand on their chairs to get a better view as Tom's hips jerk upward, his body locked in the throes of climax. His fingers dig into Margot's flesh, pulling her down onto him as if trying to bury himself even deeper.
Margot's body quivers around him, her inner walls clenching as she milks every last drop from his cock. She slows her movements, rolling her hips to draw out the sensations, to make sure every inch of him is aware of what's happening inside her. Tom's breathing is still ragged, his eyes half-lidded but fixed on her face.
She leans down, pressing her body against his, her breasts brushing against his chest. "You came in me so fast," she murmurs, just loud enough for the mic to pick up. "Was it seeing me like this that did it to you? Knowing I was still full of another man's cum?"
Tom swallows hard, his hands moving to her back, fingers tracing the damp skin. "Yeah," he admits hoarsely. "Fuck, yeah."
Margot nuzzles against his neck, inhaling him deeply. "Good," she breathes against his ear.