The Eighth Rule of Delight Club — The Girls Set A Trap

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“Naomi, wait up!”

I turned slowly; my guard raised. This could be a setup. It was 5:00 p.m. on Saturday, a bit early for getting caught. Technically I wasn’t even in play as I hadn’t left the dorm grounds.

“Lila.” It was a half-hearted welcome. Lila was number 7 in the game. We were close friends six days a week, but she could be a real bitch come Saturday nights. It didn’t help matters that she constantly talked about how she was going to catch number 1, my boyfriend Jeremy. I wasn’t jealous. The whole point of this game was to try different partners. Her desire simply made her the enemy as I too wanted to be the first to catch him. Jeremy was the only person in the game who hadn’t been caught since it began. He always stayed one step ahead of the other contestants. The rules required him to be out in public, yet there were few Jeremy sightings, and he was often gone by the time one of the contestants discovered his hiding spot.

“I know Naomi, you don’t trust me. Why should you? Any other night I would have tried to collar you before you noticed I was here.”

“You would have failed. I saw you when I stepped out of the elevator. Besides, this is still safe territory.

“Right! That’s why I am here. The only way you would trust me is if we were in the neutral zone. Anyway, I know where Jeremy is going to be tonight, but I am going to need help getting him. I thought maybe we could do this one together.”

Her pupils were wide, and she met my gaze. All signs she was telling the truth. I’d never slept with Lila, but only because we were friends outside of the game. She was attractive enough. Blonde to my brunette, tall to my petite. Large breasts compared to my handfuls.

“Ok, where’s his hangout.”

“Oh no. If I tell you, you are going to collar me on the way out the door, then try for him yourself. I want your word. I want a pact.”

I raised an eyebrow. Pacts were one of the newer rules. It was a requirement to have a pact if you were going to go for a threesome. They were common among the lower ranks but rarely occurred between the leaders. The reason was clear once you knew Rule 8.

Rule 8 — Anyone forming a pact shares the same fate as their pact-mate. If one succeeds, they both succeed. If one gets caught, they both are caught. Of course, pact mates couldn’t collar each other for 24 hours.

Thus, the top 10 avoided pacts. Earning a top spot took cunning and skill. It wouldn’t make sense to risk getting caught based on a lower rank’s mistake. Still, Lila was one of the early recruits to the game and proved herself to be quite the crafty opponent.

“I want credit for the collar. Without me, you won’t even get within 5 feet of him.”

“Agreed.”

Her assent was too quick. It made me wonder.

“What’s in it for you?”

“Honestly, I am so tired of him gloating about not being caught that I just want to wipe that grin off his face.”

I wasn’t buying it. “And????”

“Fine. I want to be the first to fuck him. The way you talk about him, he is a fuck machine, and no disrespect to the 30 boys and girls I have collared this year, I haven’t really been fucked right since George.”

George was her former boyfriend. A narcissistic ass, but he sported one of the largest cocks I had ever seen and he knew how to use it. When the game started, he and Lila were a couple. George saw the game as an opportunity to fuck women other than Lila without getting in trouble for it. However, like most narcissists, he couldn’t handle Lila doing the same. He broke up with her after the third week.

Jeremy wasn’t the biggest I had handled, but when he fucked me, he always knew what I needed, whether soft, hard, multiple positions, a pinch, or a tug. It was as if he shared her brain while they were joined. Thanks to my bragging, he had quite the reputation around campus. I had my doubts about Lila’s true motive, but at least her need was one to which I could relate.

“Deal. I’ll text it into the database.” I sent a text to the encrypted server. At the end of the night, the server would reveal who was in a pact to all the members of Delight Club, but for now, it remained confidential. “Now where are we going, and why did you need me along?”

Lila looked guilty. “Well, the where isn’t a problem. He will be at the lesbian bar on 5th and Washington.”

“Why would he be there?” My question was answered by the way Lila suddenly blushed and avoided my glare.

“Well, I might have told him you would be hiding there since you were embarrassed about getting caught last week.”

“You’re using me as fucking bait?” My words must have sounded harsher than I meant because Lila looked hurt.

“NO!, I mean, yes, but he won’t expect us to make a pact. You know he was mad that last week, some noob was able to lock you down.”

I laughed. Jeremy would never admit to jealousy of someone getting into my cunt. Heck, he loved hearing about my conquests. But he was so possessive about dominating me that he spent hours teaching me his tricks on not getting caught it must feel like I let him down. No doubt he was already plotting my punishment.

“Fine. But you better get the collar on him.”

“Oh, I plan to.” The wicked look in her eyes might have concerned me had the Delight Club pact rules not been clear. We were a team now. If she openly betrayed me, she would be kicked out of the club. With her libido, that was the last thing she wanted. Of course, she could be in cahoots with Jeremy and try to make it look as if she was surprised when he collared me. It was a dangerous play but either way, she gets what she wants and ends up getting fucked by Jeremy. I would have to stay ahead of both of them. But I already had a backup plan forming in my head.

On the way to the bar, she detailed her plan. It wasn’t bad, maybe with a different girl as bait, Jeremy might not suspect a trick. He would be watching his back. Still, I wasn’t willing to get collared so when she finished, I made a few suggested alterations, as well as some silent ones of my own. As we walked into the bar, I sent a text, putting my plan in motion.

The bar was sparsely populated, a handful of couples. If it wasn’t for the 9–1 woman-to-man ratio, you would never know this was a lesbian bar. The TVs were tuned to whatever sports were happening this evening. Lila wasn’t wrong. I do come here on occasion when I want a drink without being hit on by college boys.

I took a seat at the bar. Lila had already entered the bar, choosing a dark booth in the back. Once Jeremey approached, she planned to sneak up behind him and snap the collar on while his attention was focused on me.

An hour later, I began to worry that Lila’s plan failed. There was no sign of Jeremy. I nursed my second rum and coke, not willing to jeopardize the operation by getting buzzed.

Luckily, I caught his lanky frame in the doorway before he saw me. I had the advantage now pretending to absentmindedly stir my drink. He stopped more than arm’s length away, settling at the empty stool two seats away.

“I could have claimed you already.” He said, mostly to make his presence known.

“I doubt it. I watched you enter the bar.”

“I’ve been here for a while, the entrance was for show. Oh, and don’t think Lila is going to be any help. She just can’t resist a short skirt.”

I glanced at her booth. Lila was making out with a girl I recognized from Jeremy’s dorm.

“Bastard, you set her up.” I was fuming now. Lila knows better than to get distracted. I wasn’t surprised, just angry.

“So, why didn’t you collar me yet?”

“Oh, you know me, I like to toy with my prey. It makes it much more interesting.” The smug look on his face made me mad, but I wasn’t about to blow this opportunity.

I smiled. Let him think he won.

“It wasn’t a bad idea to make a pact. Lila just oversold the trap. I knew that if you were here, you wouldn’t have told anyone. I taught you better than that. Also, I know you better. Getting caught last week wouldn’t make you stick your head in the sand. No, your domme side would emerge and you would claim the highest fish you could catch.”

“Man, you sure are full of yourself. Tell me Jeremy, did you ever see the Incredibles?”

A nod, followed by a quizzical look. “One of my favorites!”

“What’s the main lesson you learned from that movie?”

He looked confused. I knew I had him now.

“Um, no capes?”

My eyes rolled. Why do all men like that line?

“No, not that one….” I let my words trail off, indicating he should try again.

“Don’t monologue?” Even as he said the words, he realized my intent though he misinterpreted the plan. He looked over at Lila, expecting to catch her moving toward him. As soon as he twisted to face away from the bar, Sandy, my bartender friend, reached over and slapped her pink studded collar around his neck. Jeremy was clever enough to suspect Lila’s trap but never expected a third member to the pact. The text I sent on my way to the bar alerted Sandy to my backup plan. Sandy was a gymnast who has been my best friend since high school. I trust her implicitly. Though she is highly skilled, Sandy played only once before and was near the bottom of the rankings. Jeremy studied the other players, but only the ones he saw as a threat.

“Gotcha!” she exclaimed, her voice conveying her excitement as she handed me the attached leash.

Jeremy looked at Sandy, then his eyes met mine. “By your smug smile, I guess this pact was more than just you and Lila.” His voice trembled with frustration.

“Well now, what are we ever going to do with you.” Lila had disengaged from her distraction. One of the suggestions I made to Lila’s plan was to be prepared for Jeremy to be one step ahead of her. Though I hadn’t mentioned Sandy, I told her to assume anyone who approached her in the bar was part of his counter plan. We had decided before entering the bar that she would allow Jeremy to think she was distracted, all the time she was keeping an eye on the bar. It worked to a T.

“Lila booked a room at the hotel across the street. Come along, boy.”

My arousal surged. During our relationship, there have been times when Jeremy dominated me and times when we engaged in vanilla sex, but not once has Jeremy let me dominate him. That was about to change.

Jeremy played the good sport as we paraded him through the crowded bar district toward the hotel. When other players waved or made catcalls, Jeremy just waved. He put on a good show, but the twitch at the corner of his lip betrayed his frustration.

The room consisted of a large king bed centered in the room along with a desk, sofa, and a chair near the window. It would do nicely.

“Take off the shirt, stud.”

Jeremy unbuttoned his shirt, exposing that chiseled chest I had grown to love. “Now the jeans, and give us a nice butt wiggle.”

Once his clothes were discarded, I directed him to lie on the bed and straddled his chest as Lila grabbed a bag from the closet and began tying Jeremy’s wrists to the headboard. We left his feet free for now. Sandy set up a camera tripod as we all agreed we needed to catch this on camera. The game rules allowed it as long as it was shared only with game members.

During the games, I never wear panties. They aren’t allowed. I felt my juices dripping onto his skin between my thighs as I slowly ground against him. My need was rising. I knew if I allowed myself, I could easily cum by rubbing my clit against his chest. But that would ruin the night. Although there were three of us, it counted as my collar. If I came, the night was over. No matter, I wanted to draw this out as long as possible and my cohorts would not show mercy. I turned, positioning my bare pussy over his face while I faced his feet. His cock stood at attention, thick, long, veins twitching. I wrapped my hand around it and offered him to Lila, who was now naked. She crawled like a kitten onto the bed, her long blonde hair cascading over Jeremy’s rod.

She wasted no time surrounding him, drawing him into her mouth as I squeezed and jerked his shaft. Jeremy was squirming now. I pictured him trying to hold back, but two girls were a lot of stimuli. It was about to get worse. I felt Sandy’s fingers slide over the cheeks of my ass, continuing between my thigh gap until they parted my folds. While Jeremy was getting his cock sucked, he was treated to a live-action show as Sandy plunged her fingers into my cunt. This was the loophole in the rule. Although getting satisfied by Jeremy would end the night, nothing was wrong with making each other come.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot!” Jeremy spoke for the first time since being collared. I purred at the compliment, or maybe at the flick of Sandy’s thumb on my clit as her fingers drove deep into my greedy pussy. I was transfixed by Lila’s blowjob. She certainly enjoyed giving head. As she bobbed and slurped, I saw the signs Jeremy was going to let loose with his cream. Sandy’s finger plunging echoed Lila’s mouth slurps and soon Jeremy and I let loose with our climax. It caught Lila by surprise and he slipped out of her mouth, showering her face with rope after rope of thick goo. I cupped her chin and guided her to my lips, licking Jeremy’s spunk off her face as kissed.

“Ok, looks like poor Jeremy needs some recovery time. I have an idea.” Lila surprisingly took charge. The way she dug through her bag of tricks made me wonder what torture she put her collars through. She returned with an armful of toys.

“Naomi, strip and sit in the chair.”

Lila’s voice sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. I had never seen this side of her.

Lila made a performance of removing Sandy’s t-shirt and jean shorts. Sandy was the shortest of the group, barely 5’2 with dark black hair and a toned physique that showed off her upper body strength.

“Now sit on Naomi’s lap and put your legs over your head.”

A benefit of being a gymnast, Sandy was incredibly bendy. In no time at all, her bare bottom was nestled in my lap, her legs raised until her knees were centimeters from my head. I wrapped an arm around them, holding her legs in place. Jeremy was staring at Sandy’s clean-shaven pussy, now spread before his eyes. Lila dipped a silver butt plug into her palm and spread lube over the tip. While she pressed it against Sandy’s puckered hole, I spread my fingers through her soaked folds and massaged her clit. She screamed with a mix of pain and pleasure when the plug inched past the resistance. I found out later that she had only had anal sex once previously. My sticky fingers in her mouth silenced her and soon she was suckling them happily. We both heard the buzz of the wand only seconds before it pressed against her clit. I felt Sandy’s leg muscles ripple under my arm as the vibrations in her cunt and ass thrilled her.

“Mmmm, fu, fu, fuck yes!”

Her cries filled the room as the pleasure wracked through her. Lila wasn’t trying to edge her, rather she wanted Sandy’s climax to occur quickly. The plan was having the desired effect on Jeremy whose eyes were glued on Sandy’s folds glistening in the soft light as she neared her orgasm. His cock was also glistening as it slowly returned to full erection.

I felt Sandy’s legs strain against my arm as she came, but I held her fast. Her cum dripped onto my legs. It took several minutes before her twitching stopped and she was able to stand. We helped her to the couch where she lay naked, like a woman in a painting.

It was time for Jeremy to earn his keep.

I untied him and guided him off the bed, my hand using his cock as a tether. I knelt, surrounding it with my mouth. The taste of his orgasm still lingered. He was hard but not as hard as possible. Still, it should be enough to give Lila what she wanted.

“Lila, get on the bed on hands and knees and show Jeremy your pretty pussy.”

Lila switched modes in an instant, nearly purring as she climbed onto the bed. This was the submissive Lila I knew.”

She moved slowly, bending her face down to the comforter as she arched her back. Her pussy gleamed with her nectar. She ran her hand between her legs and spread her folds wide. I felt Jeremy stiffen in my grasp.

“Go on, boy, don’t keep her waiting. Stick that dick in her hole and show her what a proper fuck feels like.”

Jeremy looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I don’t think he expected me to take such a demanding approach. I squeezed his balls tightly causing him to yelp. “You have 10 minutes to make Lila climax. Oh, one more thing. Under no circumstances are you to orgasm. If you do, might just tie you up and leave you for the maid to find in the morning.”

I could tell Jeremy was gauging whether I had the guts to carry through on my statement, but simply the thought of the embarrassment that would bring would keep Jeremy in line.

“Your timer starts now.” Jeremy had his hands on Lila’s hips before I set the timer. I leaned against the desk, one hand slowly squeezing a breast while the other rubbed lightly through my wet. Watching my lover fuck Lila turned me on far more intensely than I expected. We had played with others before, but I was always the center of the show, either with the unicorn woman of the threesome or riding some guy’s cock while his wife/gf was with Jeremy. This was the first time I had an opportunity to play voyeur.

The way his fingers dug into her hips, forcing her tight hole onto his throbbing cock. The way Lila’s breasts swayed, brushing her sensitive nipples against the soft material of the bedspread. Lila’s moans let me know he was doing her right. Was this the way I looked when he fucked me? I felt a twang of jealousy. Not that Jeremy was with another woman, but that I wasn’t at the receiving end of his thrusting shaft. Lila began crying out for more as I watched Jeremy’s cock disappear beneath her bottom, then reappear with a squish.

Lila’s groans were coming closer together and I knew her orgasm wasn’t far behind. It turned out to be closer than I thought because she suddenly went silent save for a low moan as she buried her head in the comforters, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets tightly. Her body shook. I checked my stopwatch on my phone. 8 minutes. Impressive. I glanced over to Sandy who had recovered from her climax and was now sitting on the couch, one leg over the left bolster. The wand from earlier was buzzing softly between her folds. I had forgotten how sensual Sandy was.

It was time to return to Jeremy’s torture. I walked towards him, then beckoned Sandy. She was more wanton and crawled across the floor, anticipating my command. She took Jeremy’s cock in her hand, barely able to wrap her small fingers around it. Like a lollypop, she made slow long licks across his shaft, eagerly cleaning Lila’s ambrosia off the rod. I felt Jeremy tense. He was close. If I let Sandy continue, he would surely explode in her mouth. Not tonight, Jeremy, it was my turn now. I pushed her head away, eliciting a moan of disappointment from both Jeremy and Sandy.

“Lay back on the bed, Jeremy. I want you tied up for this.” The three of us secured both his legs and feet, leaving his head leaning up against the backboard so he could have the perfect angle. I slid my hand over his cock. Still sticky from Lila’s cum and Sandy’s mouth, he twitched at the slightest touch. The head had turned an angry purplish hue. The ridges were thick with veins straining and his balls, despite dumping their load earlier, felt heavy. He shuddered at my touch. I began to wonder if he could last long enough to give me my orgasm or if I would have to wait. Maybe if I distracted him a bit, he would last.

I climbed onto his rod. His cock felt familiar, yet the newness of me being in control gave it a slight edge. I lowered myself to the base and stopped. I slowly ground his cock before speaking:

“Jeremy. Do you like being in my pussy? Do you feel how wet I am?” Each question elicited a moaning “yes” as confirmation.

“If you want me to continue, you better lick Sandy’s pussy right. If she isn’t enjoying it, you won’t either.” I stopped moving my hips and ran my nails over his hard button-sized nipples. He groaned just as Sandy squatted in front of his mouth. her gymnast’s legs were coming in handy. Sandy pressed her pussy against his face and purred as he slid his tongue over her clit. She braced her hands against my legs, tilting her body back for a better angle. It also gave me a gorgeous view of her lithe body. I took advantage, grasping her nipples and tugging playfully. He must be doing an outstanding job licking her because she started telling me so.

“Oh fuck, his tongue feels so good on my clit!” Her play-by-play spurred me on. True to my word, the more she gushed about how good he was making her feel, the more I ground my hips and bounced on his cock. This was a hot scene and my body was responding quickly.

I gave a subtle shift of my hips, eliciting another moan. Sandy’s face was flush. Her hands clung to my arms for support as I fondled her tits. I knew she wouldn’t last so I stopped her. “Stand!” I commanded, exerting my domme over this feisty athlete.

“Stand Sandy!” She instantly rose her chest heaving, her body flush with excitement. I felt her cunt. She was soaked.

“Hold on to my shoulders and let Jeremy watch!”

She hissed. “Oh fuck, you wouldn’t!”

Jeremy squeaked, “You wouldn’t what”

In response, I clenched my Kegels around his cock and slid three fingers into Sandy’s core. I knew something about Sandy no one else did and Jeremy and Lila were about to find out. It didn’t take me long to find her rhythm and 30 seconds later, cum streamed out of her cunt, showering Jeremy’s chest with her juices. I found out she was a squirter at her 18th birthday party. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she came hard. The last thing I remember before my orgasm wracked through me was her lips pressing mine almost simultaneously with Lila’s hands surrounding my breasts.

When I finished screaming into Sandy’s mouth, I realized Jeremy hadn’t come yet.

“Good job, Jeremy, now you’re all a mess. Tell me, boy. How badly do you want to come?”

I knew the answer. Jeremy’s body always vibrated when he was close. I felt his hips shaking beneath me. His cock twitched and throbbed in my core. I clenched my Kegels again, immediately evoking a gasp as Jeremy strove to keep from climax.

“Beg, Jeremy.” The girls were biting his neck and lobes. Erogenous zones I told them about.

“Please, Naomi. Let me come inside you.”

“You’ll have to do better than that, Jeremy,” I told him, rocking my hips.

“Fffuck me.”

I bent forward, dangling my breasts in front of his face. “Is this what you want?” I lifted my hips into the air, then pressed down hard.

“God, yes!”

“Then you know what you have to say!”

He looked pained, but he obliged. “You are now number one, Sandy!”

“Good boy!” I purred and began bouncing in earnest. His body tensed and within 10 more strokes, I felt his cum shoot into me.

I let him soften inside me, relishing the unexpected chain of events that led me to triumph.

I knew I just painted a target on my back, but the thick aroma of our sexcapades, and the defeated look on Jeremy’s face made it all worthwhile.

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