0 comments/ 17330 views/ 2 favorites The Club Ch. 02 By: Storyguy33 I had the older lady lay on the table so the plugged sub could see her torso and what would be happening. She was no novice, she lay back with her hands over her head, feet flat on the table and knees spread. Her breasts settled over her chest, but the row of clamps would bring those back to shape. I noticed the tail hanging down between the legs of the bent over sub twitching. It was in a rhythmic cadence from her contractions. I slipped two fingers inside her to feel the plug, and they were clamped in unison with the tail twitching. Not only was her vaginal sphincter clamping on my fingers, but also the tips were pressed on at the same time by the plug through the membrane separating the two passages. It was an erotic feeling to feel the inner muscles of the bowels causing these contractions. She was becoming more distressed but also being aroused, evidenced by the fluids coating my fingers. I twisted my hand to allow my thumb to pinch her clitoris against the two embedded fingers. She moaned and thrust in response, I quickly pulled out which thwarted her orgasm. Now, back to the task at hand. Moving back to the supine specimen on her back, I pushed her right breast over to the center of her chest and applied the first clothespin to the tender flesh at the junction of ribcage and breast tissue. The string of clothespins were joined together with a small chain and spaced about 2 inches apart. This was for maneuverability, not for recommended spacing. These would be placed close enough to touch each other. The second clamp was placed next to the first, establishing the path intended which was upwards toward the nipple. I took my time, allowing the pain of each clamp to register before applying the next one. This woman was into pain, there wasn't a movement of her upper torso, but her hips quivered with each application and even though it was out of my sight, I knew her vaginal contracted in arousal. One by one the clamps made a row up the side of her breast until the areola was reached. I wanted one on the dark flesh on each side of the nipple as well as the nipple itself. This required a minor adjustment in spacing, but the additional gap it required was insignificant. The first to clamp the areola caused a small twitch of the shoulder muscles. The next one, which clamped down on the aroused hard nipple caused a spasm that actually lifted her back slightly. I waited for the pain to register but evidently it caused some numbness because when I put the next one on alongside the nipple clamp, there was no response. The next couple of clamps were blasé in response, but by the time I got to the tender flesh between her breasts, I was once again seeing evidence of feeling. As I progressed up the inside of her left breast, she was involuntarily twitching from the pain. Again an areola had to be dealt with. By the time the three clamps covered the darker tissue, one each alongside the nipple and one directly on the nipple, the shoulder muscles were pushing her slightly off the table. I knew she was trying hard to endure, but reflexes are hard to control. The remaining row of clamps across and down the side of the left breast was uneventful. The pain of the previous applications dampening out the remaining. With the excess string unused, I let it hang down off the table. The clamping of the skin gathered up the loose excess and made her breasts stand up as they used to. It was erotic but also grotesque, the row of clamps standing upright across her chest. I noticed the plugged and filled first subject was now in dire straits. She enjoyed the view of the clamping, but now the cramps were taking control. The tail from the plug was thrashing with each convulsion from the cramps. Hips were thrusting forward seeking relief. Her eyes were closed as she endured as best she could. I didn't think she could endure the violence of the zippering; the plug would give way to extreme orgasm and dilation. I went behind her and reaching around, grasped a nipple in each thumb and forefinger. Squeezing as hard as I could, I pulled her to an upright position and back into me. She moaned in pain but also in arousal. I knew she enjoyed the challenge, but also knew she was at her limit. I told her to go and empty herself, knowing she would never keep control of the zippering. To be continued…… The Club Ch. 02 Glenda awoke the next day in her bed with her blue night gown on she rolled on her side and moaned, "Ooh!" she eased herself out of the bed and made her way in to the bathroom. She pulled her gown over her head and moaned again, "I must have slept wrong last night." She thought as she turned the shower on. Robert could hear the water running as he made a tray for her in the kitchen and as soon as he herd it stop her headed up to the bedroom with her breakfast. "Good morning Dear." He said entering the room with her tray as she was coming out of the bath drying her hair with a towel. "Oh! Rob, you scared me." She said looking up from under the towel. " What time is it?" "It's about nine o-clock, you didn't seem t rest last night so I thought you could use a day off so I call a sub for you and made you breakfast. Did you have another bad dream?" he asked sitting the tray down, "Do you want to talk about it?" "Yes I did, but I think I need to call Dr. Carter, and see if he will see me today, I don't know why I keep having these weird dreams but he seems to help me." She said walking into her closet. "Well ok, I guess I'll go on to work, you call Conrad and go see him. I'm sure he will help you understand the dreams." Her husband said "Love ya, see you later." then he left as she continued to get dressed. When he was gone and she was fully dressed Glenda called Dr. Carter who just happened to be a renowned therapist. "This is Glenda DeVoit do you think Dr. Carter could see me today?" she asked the girl who answered the phone. "Let me check." Was the response then silence? "Glenda, this is Conrad, I have an opening right now if you would like to come on over." The male voice said. "Yes I would while it is still on my mind. I'll be right there" she replied. She went to her car and drove the five miles to his clinic. Once in his office she lay down on the long couch with him sitting at her head. She began telling him about her "dream". "It was horrible, but exciting at the same time." She told him. "I was in a dark place, surrounded by a unknown number of men. They kelp pawing at they and me all had sex with me, oh Dr Carter it seem so real. They had me in every way you can imagine. I even hurt like hell this morning when I got up every hole in my body felt like it had been used even my throat. What do you think it means?" she asked look back up at him. "I think you are repressing something in your life, maybe we should try the hypnoses again it seemed to help the last time." He said moving around to the side of the couch. "What do you think." "Yes, yes it did help. Yes let's try it." "Ok, just relax and watch the coin," He said in a calm voice as he began to swing a silver dollar on a chain in front of her face as she lay on her back. "Now your eyes are getting heavy, your are getting sleepy, when I count to three you will be in a deep sleep, you will hear only my voice, and you will do what ever I say. 1---2---3" he said as she drifted off into a deep trance. Conrad watched her for a few minutes as her breathing caused her breast to strain against the top of her yellow button up sundress. He carefully unbuttoned the top three buttons and pulled the garment back so he could see her bra rise and fall. He unsnapped the front clasp bra and released her firm breast from their confinement. He pulled Glenda's sun dress up revealing he white silky thong panties, he admired the outline of her sweet pussy lips then he pulled them down and off of her feet. "From now own when you come to see me you will not ware any under garments." He instructed her. He rubbed his finger up and down the slit of her pussy, and then he held it up to her mouth "I am holding sucker in my hand you want to suck on it. Take it in you mouth and lick it all over." He told her Glenda took his finger into her mouth and suck on it she licked it over and over covering it with witness. He pulled his hand back and once again moved it between her legs. He gently pushed it deep into her tight cunt. He worked it in and out several times then presented it to her again as a sucker. He repeated this several times allowing her to taste her own pussy juice. "Now sit up." He told her, when she was up right he placed his rock hard cock in her hand. "You are a young girl sitting in you dad's car holding a large soft ice cream cone, you must lick it all up before it melts." He told her. She licked around the head of his dick as if she was cleaning up the melting cream around the bottom of the dip. She then took the head in her mouth and pulled her lips over it sucking as she pulled over and off of the throbbing gland. She continued to lick and suck on his cock like she was eating the best tasting ice-cream she had ever had. He closed his eyes and moaned out loud. She opened her mouth wide and covered the head again and repeated the action over and over. "That's enough" he said pushing her back. "Get up on your hands and knees." She moved up into position, he did the same beside her his head at her ass "you are a alley cat in heat." He said calmly. She immediately began to purr, and lowered her upper body the she started slowly rotating her rear end. Smiling the elderly doctor turned his head towards he ass and sniffed, then he licked up the slit scooping up the nectar that was now leaking from between her pussy lips. "Mewooooow." she said as she sniffed at he "tomcat's" ass, she then licked slowly at his balls. When he slid the tip of his tongue across her puckered asshole she did the same to him. "Meeeeeeewoooooow!" she cooed as she waved her prize in his face. He moved around behind her and raised up on his knees, she pushed back against him as he slipped his dick between her pussy lips. He pushed forward until he was buried completely inside of her he reached forward using his hand to mimic the action a cat would do with his mouth. He pinched the back of her neck up and began to ram in cock in and out of her wet pussy hard and fast. "Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." She called as she wiggled her ass against her tom. Faster and harder he fucked in and out of little pussy cat until he shot a hot stream of cum deep inside of her. Then he pulled out and sat back as she turned around and cleaned her cunt juices off of his shrinking dick still purring. "Your no longer a cat." He told her now "you are a hot porn star waiting to perform." he said as he walked to his desk. "Now to get Kim involved." He thought to himself as he picked up the phone and punched his receptionist's number. He had hypnotized her, the second week she worked and he left her with a prearranged word "incubate" that would put her back under whenever he said it. "Yes sir." The young woman answered the phone "Miss Towns, I believe we will have to Incubate Mrs. DeVoit." He said calmly and immediately she hung up the phone walked to the entrance and put the "sorry we are out, be back soon" sign up, and then locked the door she then walked into his office undressing she went. She closed the door and locked it behind her, "Now your legs are being held pulled apart by two very large men." He continued. Glenda raised him feet and began to spread her long legs. "Wider." He commander in a soft calm voice, and she spread he legs wider. "Kim you are a bi sexual porn star, get between her legs and eat her pussy." The young blond fell to he knees between the older woman's legs and began to lick and suck at her pussy like she had been doing it all of her life. Glenda moaned and humped her cunt up to meet her lovers licking and sucking action. Conrad took out his camera and starting snapping shots of the hot girl girl action he had Kim eat out Glenda for a while then he had them move into the sixty nine position and eat each other, then he had Kim eat out Glenda's ass then he had the older woman return the favor, and he got pictures and videos of it all, at one point he got some hot shots of the two women fisting each other. The fucking got so hot his cock got hard and he started to jerk off while watching. The women were ramming their hands deep inside and out of each other until they both came with an earth shacking orgasm moaning and screaming at the same time. "Now Kim get dressed and return to work, you will remember nothing about what just happened." He told his young assistant. "And Glenda you will lay back and open your mouth while I give you some medication." He said still stroking his cock. Kim left the room and he pumped his dick over the hot wife's face until it exploded. He aimed his load at her open mouth. Shot after shot found its mark as he dumped all onto her tongue and she swallowed it down. When he was dry, he ordered her to sit up and fix her dress. "When I count to three you will awake feeling much better you will realize the dreams you are having are an expression of your hidden sexuality, and tonight you will give your husband the best blow job he has ever had. You will not remember what happen to day and you will go on about you day as if nothing has happened you will return here in two weeks." "1—2—3" he said standing beside her. "Oh well look at the time, think you Dr. Carter I feel much better. I'll see you later." She said as she almost skipped out of his office. As she passed Kim in the outer office she felt he pussy twitch, as the two smiled at each other. Glenda returned to her daily life that is until the next time her husband's name is drawn out then the party would start again. But that is another story right? Chapter three "The Initiation." The Club Ch. 02 When Deni had finished the story of how her father and she had come together, the sons and mothers sat in silence grinning like fools. Yes, they had found a family here. These people understood them. The other two couples of daughters and fathers, Bob and Beth, Alex and Jamie had heard Deni and James' story before, but they two were smiling as they remember how each of them found the other. After a the sons and mothers exchanged knowing looks to each other, as well as nods confirming their comfort among these new found friends, something from another cluster of tables caught her eye. "What is it mum?" Jeremy asked, and Jenny gave him a quick smile then called out. "BETH." Beth and Josh were sitting with Kyle and Heather, Nathan and Carol, Anthony and Sonja as usual. Beth turned to smile at Jenny. "HOW LONG?" Jenny asked her, and Beth burst into laughter. "HOW CAN YOU TELL?" Beth called back. All the other women at Jeremy's cluster of tables gasped in unison and looked from one to the other. "What?" asked Benny to no one in particular. But before any of the women could answer him Josh called out to everyone. "MUM AND I ARE GOING TO HAVE A BABY." He was beaming. As one, the women -- of all ages, in the room screamed their collective approval. It was obvious to all that Carol and Nathan, Sonja and Anthony knew. Yet, all the other men had no idea how to react. Wasn't this a bad thing, they could see each other asking himself. But their women turned to them and excitedly spoke of how thrilled they were. Jenny gave Jeremy that overly indulgent mother look and smile, and he rolled his eyes. "JOSH YOU LITTLE BASTARD, NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE STARTED," he yelled to his small friend. Josh could only continue to beam as his mother smothered him in her lager frame. Josh was engulfed by her physically and emotionally. It was evident that mother and son were wrapped. "YEAH, NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE STARTED." This time it was jack, whose mother was looking at him just like Jenny was at Jeremy. However, both young men were only asking in jest, as they were both very happy for Josh and Beth. Yet in reality, the cat had been set amongst the pigeons. None of the other couples, neither daughters and fathers, nor sons and mothers had discussed this, even in the quiet dark of the night. Most had assumed it would be a mistake. The medical ramifications were too great -- weren't they? "I'M TWELVE WEEKS," Beth finally called back to Jenny, who smiled at her friend with tears in her eyes. "Don't worry, I have no desire to try to improve on you," Jenny told her son. Many mothers heard this and they too soothed their worried sons, as most of them were more than happy with the life they now had. However, the daughters were of a very different mind. It had been the one burning desire most of them had; to have a family by their dads. Many were desperate, and it caused a deal of friction within some couples. James looked at Deni, whose eyes were also full of tears; but they were not tears of joy for Beth, but tears of her desperate desire to be the mother of her father's children. A pall fell over the little clusters of tables. James looked long and hard at his daughter-lover. "I'll stand by you, whatever you decide for us, whatever." These were the only words that could have lifted Deni's spirit, and she threw her arms around her father and her sobbing shook her body. Bob and Alex looked from their respective daughters to each other, they shrugged their shoulders. "What the hell," they said together to their lover, and both young women erupted toward their own father. However, it would take other couples many more discussions between them before others could make a definitive, life changing decision. As each couple in the large room expressed their joy for Beth and Josh, and the room quietened down, Jamie on Jeremy's cluster of tables volunteered to tell her and Alex's story. Jamie "But daddy, I want the Ipod," Jamie screamed at her father, standing and bending forward in front of him, as Alex sat watching the game on TV. "Ask your mother," he replied trying to look around his eighteen year old daughter. "I did last night, but she said no." Her hands on her hips, she was in an agitated sate. "Well what do you want me to do about it then," Alex replied weaving his head from one side of his daughter to the other to the TV. "Well that's it then," he said still weaving his head, but gave up as he still couldn't see the screen. "Alright," she said deciding to change her strategy, if asking directly wouldn't work maybe something else would, "what do I have to do for you to get me one? All my friends have got them, I feel like real dork." Maybe she could shame him into it. Now her father was looking directly at her, and she stood up straight waiting to see if this strategy would work. "So," Alex replied and Jamie saw it coming, "I never had everything I wanted when I was kid either," he let her think about that argument, but she wasn't spent and changed strategy again. "I saw you looking down my top you old perv." she accused him. But it didn't unnerve him. "Yeah so, go tell your mother, she won't think any less of me. Anyway your tits don't look too bad." Jamie was shocked and her mouth flew open, 'her father was an old perv' she thought. "You are an old perv," she accused him again; "I suppose you've been perving on me for years." Her hands were on her hips again and she was thrusting her chin forward and showing him her tits again. "Don't be stupid," he spat back, "but you make it so easy," and as he said that he reached out and cupped her left tit in his hand. Without stopping him Jamie said to her father, "How dare you touch my tit," she slapped his hand as he massaged her through her top and thin bra, but did nothing to prevent what he was doing. "Yeah, well how about this," he said to her and groped both of her tits and she hit both his hands away while saying, "You dirty, old man." He then pulled her closer, reached up underneath her top and around to the back of her bra as she protested struggling and commanded, "Get out of it, don't you touch me," as he proceeded to undo her bra and slid his hands back to cup both her naked tits. "Stop it," Jamie told her father, hitting him and continuing to struggle to get free, but her father was too strong. "Lovely tits," he assured her and lifted her top up and over her head to expose her bra hanging from her shoulders, and her young eighteen year old tits. "Give me that," she said and grabbed her top as Alex continued to grope his daughter's tits. Then she made an effort to fasten her bra back on, but he pulled that off now too as he stood up. "Go away you perv," Jamie insisted of her father, who took no notice, but continued to fondle and grope his daughter as she hit him and fought to break free. "You like that, don't you?" he asked her. "No I don't, stop it," Jamie continued to plead with her father, trying to push him away, "I hate you, you pig, stop it," and she hit him with her fists. Now he was standing at her right side, positioning himself to grope his daughter further a field, and slid his right hand down her chest and down her tummy. "What are you doing now you prick what you are going to do?" she pleaded with him, as she tired from fighting against her father. "I'm going to lift up your skirt," he told her. "No you don't," she said. "Ok, you lift it up, go on lift up your skirt," he instructed. "No, I won't," she insisted. "I said lift up your skirt bitch and do it now," he instructed angrily and more loudly. Her hands moved toward the hem of her skirt because her father was angry now, and she could see it in his face. She was really frightened now by her father. He continued to fondle her tits. Her hands reached the hem and grabbed it but did no more. "Lift it up, go on, lift it up now, I want to see." She thought she had better do what he said, and thought this would be the end of it so she slowly lifted her skirt up. "Higher, higher," her father demanded angrily and she complied and started to cry a little. She exposed her panties to her father and pleaded with him, "Ok that's enough alright daddy." "Keep it up or else," he ordered with an angry, loud warning. Jamie didn't know what to do, her father had never been like this before and she was scared. His hands were still fondling her tits, and despite herself it felt nice. But daddies shouldn't do this. He looked at her tiny panties as she held her skirt up. "Do you have a nice cunt?" he asked as he stared at his daughter's tiny white panties. She didn't know what to say. He was so angry, but daddies don't do these things she told herself. She thought she had better answer or he might become violent. "Yeah, it's ok," she answered and hoped that was it, but now he was looking around at her butt and then back to the front of her panties. His hands had stopped fondling her tits and were just cupping them, because his attention was elsewhere. "Show me," he said angrily and Jamie was shocked. "Daddy no," she protested and her tears began again. "Show me Jamie or so help me I'll look myself and believe me you don't want that." She heard the violence in his voice and trembled; what was she to do, this was her daddy but he was frightening her. "Daddy you're frightening me," she pleaded hoping this would deflect him. "Then do it, show me your little cunt," and he asked with such venom Jamie felt she had no choice, as he stared viscously into her face. Jamie took the sides of her panties and began to pull them down as she sobbed; her father was transfixed on the movement of his daughter's panties. As Jamie pulled her panties down for her father she sobbed harder, and she exposed her bald, fat cunt to him. Her panties dropped to the floor. Now she only had her skirt on and it fell covering her cunt, and this infuriated her father. "Lift it up," he commanded and Jamie obeyed, as all the struggling against her father melted away. She could see he was looking at her naked cunt now and she felt shamed. "You're got a beautiful cunt sweetie," and the compliment somehow helped; she felt a little pride that her father would say so. "You think so?" she asked tentatively and her sobbing subsided. "Yeah I do sweetie," he said in a calmer voice and her fear began to ease, maybe this was all he wanted she hoped. "Touch your cunt," he told his daughter. Her fear didn't return, but she felt very odd and was unsure of what she was feeling. Jamie reached down to her cunt and as her fingers touched her cunt lips she began a very familiar movement as her fingers danced over her cunt lips, and her father watched fascinated. The odd feeling she had rose as she watched her father's reaction to her masturbating. "Do you like that daddy?" Jamie found herself asking her daddy. He held her arms and crouched down for a better look at his daughter playing with her cunt. "Oh yeah sweetie, daddy likes it alright," he said inches from her cunt and she could feel his breath on her bare skin, and it sent a shiver through her body. She pulled her cunt lips apart and then closed them again telling herself it was part of her normal masturbation, but deep down she knew it wasn't. Now she could feel her daddy's breathe on her cunt each time he breathed out, and each time it sent a little shiver through her. Jamie was very wet now. "Spread you cunt lips for daddy again sweetie," he told his daughter and without a second thought she obeyed, and opened and then closed them. Jamie could feel that she was very wet, and asked herself why, but couldn't find an answer. "You're beautiful sweetie, really beautiful, daddy loves looking at your beautiful cunt," he told Jamie and that odd feeling welled up even more in her and she wanted something and it was becoming very urgent. The more her fingers danced on her cunt, and her daddy looked at her, and his breaths caressed her bare skin the 'something' gained greater strength and Jamie felt it was going to overwhelm her. It must be an orgasm she thought, but that was ridiculous, she couldn't have an orgasm like this. But the 'something' suddenly overwhelmed her and she found herself saying, "Touch me daddy, touch me daddy," she pleaded and as soon as she said it she wished she hadn't, but to her relief her daddy didn't move and she thought she had a reprieve, but she was wrong. No sooner had she felt the relief then the 'something' came back stronger and it was overpowering her. "Oh daddy touch my cunt, touch my cunt", she pleaded more urgently this time and she thrust her hips at him. Her daddy looked up at his daughter. "Do you really want daddy to touch your cunt sweetie?" he asked quietly and she could hardly answer as the 'something' had became the only thing in her now. "Yes daddy touch my cunt, touch my cunt," she pleaded like a little girl. Her father's reacted with swift action and eased his daughter onto the couch, took her hand away from her cunt and replaced it with his tongue. Jamie grabbed her father's head with both hands and pressed it to her fat, bald cunt and he made loud slurping noises and he licked her lips and inside her cunt. Jamie made noises like a mad woman, and her worries were totally gone that this was her daddy and all she wanted was for him to satisfy her. Now his tongue moved up to her clit and he licked furiously, as his middle finger probed between her cunt lips and deep into her cunt. Jamie felt explosions of passion in her body, and her body was bucking now uncontrollably. She had no idea of what was going on around her as her eyes were closed when her daddy laid her on the couch. All she was aware of was the wonderful, fantastic work he was doing on her cunt. Her father's finger was rotating inside her cunt now and her juices were flowing very freely. As Jamie continued her loud sexual noises and wild movements of her body, her father pulled his track suit pants and boxers down in one swift movement. His dick was rock hard and big. In another very quick movement, before his daughter could become aware of what he as doing he shifted his body forward and quickly feed his dick into his daughter's fat cunt. Jamie squealed with delight, and somewhere in her consciousness she knew her daddy was fucking her cunt, and she didn't care. All Jamie wanted was his dick in her cunt. "Oh daddy fuck me, fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy," she pleaded in her little girl's voice again. Her father was thrusting into his daughter's cunt for all he was worth. "Tell daddy to fuck you sweetie, I love to hear it," he told her. "Fuck me daddy, fuck me. Oh please fuck me, fuck my cunt daddy," the little girl pleaded and tears ran from her tightly closed eyes. "Fuck my cunt daddy, fuck me, fuck me," and Jamie hit her orgasm and make more strange noises as her head shook from side to side and she thrust her cunt toward her father as hard as she could. Just before her orgasm collapsed her, he pulled out and came all over her tummy. Jamie sighed loudly and sobbed in a an urgent, gravelly voice, "Oh daddy, oh daddy that was great, thank-you, thank-you, oh daddy I want you to fuck me more, fuck me more daddy. Oh it was so good, so good. Oh fuck me more daddy." Then she fell silent as she was totally spent. When Jamie woke the next morning and her memory of the previous night flooded into her consciousness, she was furious with her father. 'How could he', she thought. What a bastard, what a bastard, her mind kept telling her. She dressed quickly in her track suit pants and tee shirt -- she had forgotten her bra. She looked at the clock, it was 9.00am, and she stormed out of her room and then stopped. What was she going to do? She couldn't tell her mum or she would be furious and do something that would hurt her. She decided she had to confront her father. She stormed off again and headed into the kitchen. Alex heard his daughter and knew what was coming. Jamie burst into the kitchen, her father was sitting at the table, and she had a quick look around, but her mother was nowhere to be seen. "She's out all day," her father told her. "You bastard, you pig, after what you did to me last night," she ranted at him and her father just looked at her and said nothing. "Haven't you got anything to say for yourself," she demanded. Jamie's fists were clenched beside her and her body was leaning forward at him and she was only feet from him. "Well," she demanded, rocking from her front foot to her back foot. Her father just looked at her calmly, and she stormed around the kitchen. He was finished breakfast, so he got up and walked from the kitchen into the lounge. Jamie followed him and rounded on him again, but this time her father responded. "Back off," he told his daughter viciously and Jamie was taken aback, but quickly rallied. "No I won't," she thundered at him. This time her daddy reacted physically. He jumped off the couch and grabbed his daughter and whispered angrily at her, "Don't you come at me like that or there will be more of last night." Jamie saw red and tried to hit her father, but he was too strong and held her firmly. She tried to squirm out of his grasp, but couldn't he was too strong. "I told you to stop, or there will be more of last night," he whispered at her again. "Yeah, if you do I'll tell the cops this time, so be very careful," she warned him with force. "Tell the cops will you?" he asked her. "That's right," she replied thinking her threat worried him. "Right, you need to be taught a lesson," he told her, and with his superior strength he pulled her down toward the couch and then across his knees as he sat down. Jamie struggled to get up but he was too strong for her and he held her in place, she was more embarrassed then anything. Then she felt her father pulling her track suit pants down exposing her nearly bare ass; she was wearing a thong. "Stop it you bastard," she ordered him and squirmed to try to stand again. "You're been naughty and need to be taught a lesson," he told her angrily. "No daddy don't, don't daddy," she was pleading like a little girl again and it turned him on all the more, as it did last night. "Don't you say that, oh no, you need a lesson," he told her angrily and spanked her butt once, but not too hard. It hurt, really hurt and the 'something' from the night before rose again. "No daddy don't, don't spank me daddy, please don't spank me," the little girl pleaded and her father spanked her a second time a little harder. Jamie had red hand marks on her butt. She felt the 'something' whelming up in side her more, but it began far stronger this time. "No daddy don't spank me, don't spank me daddy please," begged the little girl and once again all her resolve melted away. "Will you be a good little girl?" her father asked. Jamie couldn't help herself and answered, "Yes daddy, yes daddy I'll be a good little girl, I'll be a good little girl," the little girl pleaded to her daddy. However, her daddy spanked her for a third time, but this time it was lighter then the other. "Are you sure you will be a good little girl, daddy's good little girl, will you be daddy's good little girl?" The 'something' was driving her now. "Yes daddy, I'll be your good little girl, I'll be your good little girl, please don't spank me any more daddy, I'll be your good little girl," the little girl continued to plead and all Jamie wanted, was to be her daddy's good little girl. "What will you do for daddy, how will you be daddy's good little girl?" her daddy asked his little girl. The 'something' drove her on and she felt odd again. The Club Ch. 02 A few days after her wonderful afternoon with Andrea, Kym was still confused. Despite her best efforts, Douglas had stayed in his workaholic rut. He had barely noticed the tight minidress, the spike heels she'd put on or the fire in her eyes. He told her he liked her hair, they ate dinner and he started looking at client's records again. Kym was fuming – she almost caved to temptation and began to call Andrea, but stopped herself. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the business card and read it over. It merited consideration, Kym knew that now. The way things were now were no good and Kym was damned if she was going to accept the Status Quo. It was a balmy Saturday morning and Kym was just lounging around, Douglas had gone out with some friends for a few beers and to watch the ball game. Fucking Christ , even on his day off, the fucker couldn't keep her company. This wasn't a marriage, she was living with a roommate. As no one was around and there was no point in getting overdressed, Kym just wore a bikini top, her new booty shorts and nothing else. No underwear, no shoes. She was going to have a Tom Collins, relax and read the paper. Once she'd read the paper, she was going to go for a swim to try and cool down. It was a warm day, but she was more angry than warm. Kym made her way to the front door to collect the newspaper. When she opened it, there was their Paper Girl, pretty Japanese Hiromi. The 20 year-old pretty girl had been delivering the paper to them for nearly 10 years, since she and her parents first moved into the area. She had grown to be a true beauty, considerably taller than most Asians. Hiromi possessed a lovely, curvy frame, dark eyes and the cutest smile. Clad in a tiny tank top and satin booty shorts, she was a sexy little vixen. Oddly enough, she had on high-heeled, silver sandals. They weren't what one would call "Sensible Shoes" but they were very sexy. Happy to see a friendly face, Karen gave Hiromi a big smile. "Well, hello there Hiromi, it's very nice to see you. What can I do for you today?" The girl shifted from one foot to the other. "Hi Mrs. Herrold. Umm – I'm collecting for the paper, you're over two months behind." That surprised Kym a great deal, given her husband's usually-meticulous, anal-retentive method for paying bills. Kym was surprised to hear it, but she didn't think Hiromi was making it up. She invited the girl in and offered her a Pepsi while she looked for the checkbook. Kym had no idea where the hell it was, likely her idiot of a husband had taken it with him – trying to stay calm, she turned to Hiromi and grinned sheepishly. "Hiromi dear, I'm very sorry. I can't find the checks and Douglas isn't here right now. I don't have enough cash on hand to pay you, can you come back on Monday?" "Oh, no, I can't, sorry Mrs. H. A bunch of us are going on a vacation to Vegas on Monday, so I was hoping to settle up with you before I went." Kym smiled. "Vegas, hmm? Well, you're not of legal age to drink there and you don't seem the type to go for that anyway. I doubt you're going to gamble, so what do you plan to do while you're there?" Hiromi took a swig of Pepsi and said "We plan to see a lot of shows, a few of the big ones and a lot of the Revues. I really like all the glitz and glamor. Oh, and I really love those tall showgirls – they're soooo sexy!" the girl sighed. Kym detected an odd change of tone in Hiromi's voice She continued on. "You know Hiromi, I once considered becoming a Showgirl myself Sadly, I'm not much of a dancer." Kym chuckled. Hiromi looked over at Kym's long-legged body and smiled. "I can believe it. You're certainly tall and leggy enough, plus you've got the looks for it. You're absolutely gorgeous, Mrs. Herrold." "Oh dear, you can call me Kym." She was certain her instincts regarding Hiromi were on the money, taking the pretty Japanese girl's hand she practically purred " Why, thank you Hiromi dear, coming from an exquisite beauty like yourself, that's very flattering." Kym was sure she felt a slight squeeze of her hand as Hiromi responded "Oh, it's well deserved. You've got to know how hot you are Kym, hell, my boyfriend checks you out all the time when we walk by here. I think he has a thing for you – not that I can blame him." Kym went in for the kill, leaning in, she whispered in Hiromi's ear. "What about you sugar – do you have a thing for me?" Hiromi shivered, but not from fear, more from a long-unexpressed desire. "Yes – I love tall blonde women, they're my type. I'm sexually attracted to women of all kinds, actually – my family doesn't know Kym, I'm pretty sure they'd freak out. But you – I can trust you with my secret, can't I? Please say yes Kym, because you're my Number One Fantasy lover!" She was stunned at first, but she recovered quickly. Kym turned the girl's sweet face to her and kissed her, sensually teasing her lips with her tongue. Hiromi leaned into the kiss and Kym let her hands feel the girl's beautiful, big tits. Hiromi raised her arms and off came the top – her tits were quite large for an Asian, full and round. Kym had never felt anything like this curvy Japanese beauty, her skin was silk-soft and Kym trailed her tongue all over the girl's soft flesh, Hiromi's gentle sighs filled the room. "Were there any moments like this in your fantasy, sugar?" "Mmmm, yes. And moments like this too." Hiromi fondled Kym's breasts through her bikini top and Kym practically melted. She knew she was wet and she wanted to girl-fuck this sexy, Japanese honey. Douglas wouldn't be home for hours, so they could play all they wanted, Still, Kym didn't want all of her neighbors observing her antics through her home's big Bay Window, so she nibbled the girl's ear and said "Why don't we take this upstairs? I want to lick that horny cunt of yours and make you explode, my hot little Asian slut ." The lewd words got to Hiromi almost immediately. She wasn't about to tell Kym she'd hoped something like this might happen someday, perhaps not this day, but perhaps somewhere down the road. The "boyfriend" was total fiction, she had lots of male friends and a few lovers, but a lot of the men she dated were a blind, to throw her sometimes-traditional family off track. It wasn't that Hiromi disliked men, she simply found women much more attractive as sexual partners. She'd had her fair share of girls as lovers, but she adored sensual, confident women and wanted to be with women like that. Women like tall, sensual Kym, who moved with a feline grace. Hiromi got horny every time she saw Kym. Sometimes, Hiromi would go out of her way to walk by Kym's home, hoping to catch sight of Mrs. Herrold by her pool, wearing one of her sexy bikinis. Kym got off the couch, the top and shorts were gone in an instant. Her naked body was a work of art. Do or die , Hiromi knew – she started to follow suit, but Kym stopped her for a moment. "Leave the heels on, babydoll. I think they're sexy." The pair of them walked, hand-in-hand, upstairs and tumbled on to the bed in the Guest Room. Kym didn't want to risk Douglas coming home early and seeing the sheets all askew, he never looked in the Guest Room. They could play to their heart's delight in here, make a gigantic mess and Douglas wouldn't ever see it. Kym's lips rained sweet kisses all over Hiromi's lips and torso, her hands played all over Hiromi's body, her beautiful face, her shoulders, stomach, her sides and her legs. She had silky thighs and a sweet, pink cunt with a tiny wisp of dark hair. Kym parted Hiromi's pussy-lips and gently licked her walls, getting a taste of the girl's sweet juices. Hiromi arched her body upward so Kym could drive her licking tongue even deeper into the girl's steaming slit. "Oh fuck, this is the fulfillment of my fantasies, Christ no, it's even better ! Eat me out, you blonde lezzie bitch!" Hiromi growled, in a most-uncharacteristic voice. Her thighs clamped around Kym's blonde head and Kym just let herself go with the flow. She loved this cunt with her mouth and slid fingers into one of the tightest pussies she'd ever felt. Hiromi seemed to be a dual personality – sweet and quiet, but once you got her into bed, she became a wanton little fuckbitch. Her big tits jiggled as Kym's adept tongue drilled into her cunt. Her head whipped side to side and her beautiful almond eyes closed as Kym pleasured her. Kym was thrilled to be giving such joy to the golden-skinned beauty – what a scrumptious little fuckmate she was turning out to be! Hiromi was loving every lick and ardent caress, but she wasn't going to be selfish and let Kym do all of the work. She swung around and the girls were side-by-side, they snuggled close and were now happily loving each other. Hiromi was having the time of her life, playing with the blonde's gorgeous tits, slurping her cunt and seeing the sexual expressions cross Kym's lovely face. Hiromi looked around the room, she was hoping there might be a mirror so she could see how hot she and Kym looked in their carnal embrace, her own golden beauty against Kym's blonde sexiness. Sadly, Hiromi didn't see one. That was fine though. This was, undoubtedly, the best, most intense, mind-blowing sex of her young life. With every ripple that went through her body, Hiromi was in an erotic euphoria. The golden beauty was licking Kym eagerly, living out her fantasy. Unexpectedly, Kym seemed to move away from her. Hiromi whimpered, but Kym sat up and pulled Hiromi closer. Their beautiful tits pressed close together, Kym told the girl "Just follow my lead, you gorgeous bitch, I think you'll enjoy this." "Please, kiss me first" Hiromi implored. She didn't have to ask twice – Kym found the Japanese girl a tremendous turn-on and she could kiss like nobody's business. Soft lips met full lips and tangled erotically. Almost breathless, the two women pulled away. "Okay – spread your legs and follow my lead Hiromi, that's it gorgeous, press your cunt against mine and grind. See baby – this is a scissor-fuck, ohhh bitch, you're getting it. Fuck me back Hiromi, fuck me back , you Asian cunt!" Hiromi's brain was just overcome with fuck-lust as her older, experienced, blonde lesbian lover showed her the ins and outs of girl-on-girl loving. Kym's head was thrown back as her own climax overtook her, brought on by the sight of sexy Hiromi experiencing a sweet orgasm. "Oh wow, that was so amazing!" Hiromi said as she peppered Kym's body with loving kisses. "Please, please – can we do this again? Say we can do it again !" she pleaded as she looked into Kymberly's sparkling, lively green eyes. "Oh darling, I'm worn out for now, but ... " "Oh no, not now Kym, I have too many things to do. But, when I get back from my trip to Las Vegas, I'd like to come over and make love to you again, if I may?" "Certainly darling, and when you get back, I'll make sure to have the money we owe you!" Kym said as Hiromi lovingly massaged her back and shoulders and kissed her neck. She was sorely tempted to ask Hiromi to stay, her exhaustion was lifting with every caress from the girl's gentle hands. "Oh, don't give that a second thought!" Hiromi sighed. "Matter of fact, I've got a better idea. Why don't I take it out in trade ? What do you say to that?" "I think it sounds wonderful!" Kym smiled happily. The women got dressed and kissed goodbye – for now. Kym watched her new lover walk away, idly gazing at Hiromi's sensual body as she walked down the pathway away from the house. What Kym did not see was Hiromi flip open her Cell Phone and make a call. "Hi, yeah, it's me. Oh yes, I would say it went well. Very well. I had the time of my life, you were right on the money. Hmm? Oh yes, I think she'll be ready soon. Okay, I'll see you in a little bit." The Club Ch. 02 Note -- The character Cindy is borrowed (with permission) from Little_Asian_Cherry. Enjoy. * Cindy was still tied to the table, panty-gag placed in her mouth. Restrained, aroused, and confused, her now wide eyes glanced from me to Jess. It didn't take the most astute observer to garner the pleasure Jess was deriving from this whole arrangement. Jess tossed something to me in silence, and I caught it out of reflex. I didn't even have to arc an eyebrow to understand my new instructions. She had tossed me a miniscule vibrator attached to a nipple clamp. Jess was already attaching one to Cindy's right nipple, and I quickly acted similarly with her left nipple. They, Cindy's luscious nipples, were already large, hardened, and reacting well to the early stages of teasing-torture arranged for her. Jess held out a remote for a second, opened her mouth to speak, and a light flashed once near the doorway. Jess glared at the door, then at me, and continued on to speak. "Cindy...I'm holding the remote to these nipples clamps. In my experience, a low-steady setting for a few minutes is enough to build up a fairly significant longing for release... Since you're already experiencing the longing, let's see how it feels to leave you with it on the lowest setting. We'll be back..." Jess flicked a switch and a soft buzzing filled the room as she and I walked out and shut the door behind us. I suppose I should mention, Jess hadn't told the rest of our little troupe of five of our intention to induct a new member, or the sexual-torture plan she had concocted. So as Nikki, the only other female member of our group, walked down the hallway, she was clueless as to what we were doing on the other side of the door. And, of course, it had been Jess's idea to wire a small light to flash when someone was entering the house we were using for our little session with Cindy. The logic was that a doorbell or anything similar would alert her to the presence of someone new, and might inspire a reaction unwelcome in this context. Nikki...she was more curvaceous than Jess, but significantly less domineering. She could be willful or demanding, certainly, but didn't command the center of attention and leadership role that Jess seemed to wear as a mantle. But she was gorgeous and to say she was a nymphomaniac didn't do justice to her sexual demands. I couldn't claim to know her exact bra size, but the cup size was a D at the smallest. She was maybe 5'4 or so and in fit enough shape. There was the slightest of curves to her tummy and a more significant one to her ass. Needless to say, she rarely paid for drinks when out at a bar. A wink and a slight bend of cleavage and the drinks always came free of charge. She walked down the hall in a pair of tight fitting jeans, stretched well over that firm ass. She had clearly been wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but I wouldn't know if there was anything exceptional about it as she already had it off and in her hands -- she was already stripping. Her breasts were held within the tight confines of a red, lace full coverage bra that struggled valiantly to contain the volume of her breasts. "I didn't think I could listen to that mindless prat lecture for the full hour, but somehow I made it. I need to get off like you wouldn't believe. Whatdya say Chris? Fancy a friendly poke? Or Jess, I wouldn't be adverse to a little tongue-attention. Anything other than another chance to solo myself with a lonely wank." "Actually, Chris and I need to show you something hun..." Jess grabbed Nikki's hand and led her into the viewing room where I had brought myself to release moments ago. Georgia's eyes grew large, confused, and...somewhat flustered. "So what's this all about? Jess, Chris? Anyone want to fill me in as to why there's a naked Asian girly writhing on a table without someone lapping her cunt happily?" "Well...I talked Chris into helping me initiate another member to our little sexual romp club. And what better way to bring her in than teasing her until she cums like never before?" It seems worth noting that at the moment Jess spoke of teasing her until she cums, Cindy leaned forward as hard as her restraints would allow and let forth a desperate, guttural growl of a moan that, even projected via the tv and speakers in the viewing room made all three of us shudder slightly. "And what happened to the cardinal rule of anyone being able to refuse a request or demand?" It made me pause, to think of. Nikki brought up an excellent point. "Well...if she said no or demanded we stop, we would. So far, she seems to be enjoying herself just fine." Jess winked with profound certainty. "Correct me if I'm wrong...but it looks as though you gagged the dear girl with her own panties." Nikki glanced at me, knowing full and well of my own lingerie fetish. "I'm sure Chris appreciates this, but unless you've found some other way to communicate with her via gag, it seems unlikely that she has the chance to say no...." Jess's eyes nearly rolled with derision. "Nikki -- if you want to help me and Chris, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself as well... But unless I misunderstood, that desperate moan from a moment ago was one of longing. Going by that, I think I should return to her teasing session before she manages to cum from nipple-attention, alone. I think we both can agree that would be a waste...at least, this early anyway." Jess turned around and walked out of the room and quickly back into the torture-room, if you would. Nikki was flustered and paused briefly, but shrugged and followed me behind Jess. Jess flicked the switch on the remote and the soft buzzing of Cindy's nipple-clamps faded into silence. "Cindy...dear. You're already familiar with Chris, and this is Nikki. She's quite horny and in need of a nice release. Do you want to cum?" Cindy nodded vigorously against her restraints. "Perfect!" Jess replied. " If you can make Nikki cum in under....say, five minutes, I promise we'll let you cum." Cindy didn't even respond, her eye just locked upon Nikki's form in the doorway. Nikki, without further prompting, unbuckled her jeans and rolled them down her shapely legs. Her thong, a simple white cotton affair, was casually tossed aside as well. She, similar to Jess before her, made a careful balancing act on the table and found Cindy's tongue desperately seeking her warmth. Nikki, balancing rather better than Jess had, managed to spare one hand to grope her breasts longingly and another to tease her clit as Cindy practically tongue-fucked her from the table. It wasn't long before Nikki's moans became deeper and her balance seemed threatened by shivers of lust that quaked throughout her body. Nikki came, her orgasmic juices coating Cindy's face further. Jess smiled, and seemed to enjoy responding to Cindy. "I promised I'd let you cum if you finished her off in under five minutes... It hardly seems fair to deny you and you did make her come in just over four minutes... Nikki, suck the poor girl's clit before she loses what little sense of decorum that remains in her." Nikki had always seemed willing to take direction, and never seemed to mind providing oral for a male or female...assuming their body inspired desire within her. Nikki's mouth practically assaulted Cindy's pussy, and Cindy's desperation was clear when, after a few moments, her moans were nearly as loud as screams despite the panty-gag still fitted upon her. However, Jess stormed over and, grabbing Niki by her lovely brunette locks of hair, pulled her mouth and lunging tongue away from Cindy's awaiting pussy. Nikki looked confused, but Cindy's moans of desperate desire sounded almost like sobs. Jess answered after a moment, with the calm air of a true sexual torture mistress... "Cindy... I said I would let you cum if you managed to make Nikki cum in time. I didn't say WHEN I would let you cum... You've still got quite a wait before I let you experience that particular pleasure. Oh, and Nikki...put that attentive mouth to work sucking off Chris, it looks like he's ready for some more attention. Cindy's moan-sobs were desperate and heart-wrenching, but an unquestionable aphrodisiac. There could be no question, the denial of her orgasm was fueling more orgasms in all of us. The real question was whether her orgasm would merit her sufferings... The Club Ch. 02 Walking into the club the second time, the butterflies in my stomach weren't from the unknown, they were from possibilities that were awaiting me inside. I was less concerned with how short my skirt was this time and more concerned about not flashing anyone before we crossed the threshold into the club. Once in there, I could flash my pantiless pussy and ass as much as I wanted. And in fact, that was sort of the plan for the evening. My skirt was short, my heels were high, my shirt was tight around my large, round, all natural breasts, and I was horny. It was the perfect attire for an evening at a sex club. I glanced over at my husband, dressed conservatively in slacks and a button down shirt, ready to rip off his clothes, throw him down on the floor, and mount his cock, riding him until we both came. But, good things come to those who wait. Right? As we entered the lounge area, I surveyed the crowd, recognizing faces from the last evening we were here. I saw the cute Asian woman who'd put on a show chatting with a couple of men and wondered briefly if we'd be in for another treat with her as the star performer. As I settled into a seat at a table, Paul went to grab us a couple of drinks, and I scanned the crowd again, trying to pretend that I wasn't looking for anyone in particular. "Looking for someone?" A warm, deep voice murmured next to my ear. I smiled, looking over at Luke as he slid into the chair next to me. He was as good looking as I remembered him: a tall, athletic Black male with good hands, nice cock, and particularly talented fingers. "I'm just seeing who's around," I responded, not wanting to admit he caught me looking for him. "How are you tonight, Ree?" "I'm good. How are you, Luke?" I replied, keeping my voice calm and quiet. "I'm good," he replied, watching me. "I'm glad to see you came tonight." "We had plans," I replied. Luke nodded slowly. "Lots of people start to back out of plans when they involve public shows." I leaned forward to talk to him, giving him a nice view of my cleavage. "Lots of people aren't as horny as I am thinking about two cocks in me while people watch," I said quietly. "Lots of people haven't been fantasizing about riding both of you until you cum." I trailed a fingertip over the swell of my breast, feeling a thrill as he watched the movement. "Lots of people aren't dripping with anticipation." A slow smile spread across his face. "But you are?" I sat back in my chair as Paul approached with two glasses in hand. "Oh, yeah," I replied to Luke. "Hey Paul," Luke greeted my husband as he set the glasses down. I took a sip of the tea and studied both of them. Here was my husband, love of my life greeting the man who helped in fucking the hell out of me the week before, and both of them were just looking forward to evening. There was no jealousy or anger, just friends getting ready for the night of my life. I relaxed and started fiddling with the button on my top. While the two guys chatted, I surreptitiously glanced around the room and flicked the button open, revealing more of my cleavage. Glancing down, while I could see the top of my lacy bra and breasts, I wanted to show more off. Since the one button opened hadn't garnered any attention, I flicked open the next two. Paul glanced over at me midsentence and did a double take. "Getting a head start on undressing?" Luke looked over and his grin grew. I shrugged. "I'm just feeling hot, and thought this might cool me down," I replied with a small grin, raising an eyebrow, and flicking the next button on my shirt open. "I think we should find a more appropriate spot," Luke said to me, "before you get completely naked." I flicked the last button open. "I'm still covered everywhere I need to be," referring to the no nudity rule in the lounge. I ran a finger tip under the edge of the top of the cup of my bra lightly caressing the soft skin, watching Luke watch me. He leaned forward. "I don't want you to be covered at all. I want to see you naked and spread wide open, showing off that pretty pussy of yours, and I think you want that, too." My gaze dropped to his mouth, and I found myself wanting to kiss and nibble on his full lips, and I pulled my gaze from his mouth back to his eyes, which were full of humor. He knew what I was thinking about. Paul touched my shoulder, and I jumped, startled to realize he was standing now. He jerked his head toward the play areas. "Let's go." The large play room we entered was empty, but in my one experience here, I knew that wouldn't last long, particularly once people started playing. I slipped out of my shoes and Luke helped me onto the soft platform and stepped back. "Strip for us, Ree." I glanced from him to Paul and back, not liking being told what to do, but also wanting to get naked very badly. The wanting to get naked part won out, and I slipped my shirt off of my shoulders. Tossing it to the floor next to my shoes, I turned around and unhooked my bra, slipping one strap down a shoulder, then the other, before tossing my bra aside. I glanced at the guys over my shoulder and noticed we had a small audience, and gave a small burlesque style wiggle and a wink. I got down on my knees and bent over, flipping my skirt up to show that I wasn't wearing any panties. I heard a groan of appreciation from my guys, and I spread my legs sliding forward and reaching down to spread my wet and dripping pussy lips open. I slid my fingers down my lips through my wetness, sliding two inside of me as I did. I was so wet, the fingers slid in easily, and as I pulled them out, I slid them over my clit, letting out a moan as I did. I pushed up so that I was on my knees, and unzipped my skirt. Wiggling my way out of it, I turned to sit and face my growing audience as I tossed the skirt to the side. I was completely naked in front of a room of people, and I was hornier than ever. I spread my legs apart, reached down, and slid my hand back down to cover my pussy, sliding two fingers in as my thumb played with my clit. I threw my head back as I thrust my fingers in and out of my tight, hot pussy, feeling it clench around my fingers. My head came up in surprise as I felt someone touch my legs, and looked at Luke, also naked and smiling down at me. "There was something I didn't get to do last time. I hope you don't mind," he said as he lay down on the bed between my legs. I moved my hand to give him access. At the first touch of his tongue against the soft, smooth, hot skin of my pussy, I moaned. "I don't mind at all." His tongue worked its way over my labia, working little by little until he reached my clit. I reached out and placed my hands on the back of his head, lifting my hips and grinding my pussy against his face. As his mouth worked its magic over my clit, sucking my clit into his mouth, using his tongue over it again and again, he slid two large, thick fingers into me. He twisted those fingers in and out as his tongue lashed against my clit. It didn't take long before I was cumming. I lay there for a second trying to get my bearings as I felt the mattress sink to my left. I looked over to find Paul, naked, kneeling by my head with his hard cock in his hand. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it, stroking him from base to tip, pulling him closer so that I could suck the tip of his cock between my lips and stroke him with my tongue. Wrapping my tongue around the head of his cock, I sucked him deep into my mouth before releasing him, using my hand to stroke the part of his large cock that wouldn't fit into my mouth. With the other hand, I reached over to cup his balls, lightly massaging them as I sucked his cock. I started with surprise a little bit as I felt Luke slide his fingers back into me, attacking my clit with this mouth, but quickly regained my rhythm on the blow job I was giving Paul, moaning around his cock. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's it," Paul said. "You like the fact that people are watching you, don't you?" I looked up at him and nodded (as best as I could). "Do you like knowing that people in this room are getting turned on by you? By what you're doing?" I moaned around his cock. "Guys have their cocks out and are stroking them for you and I see women fingering themselves." I moaned again. Luke started thrusting his fingers into me faster and harder and I found myself thrusting back against them. It didn't take long before I was screaming out in orgasm a second time, this time around Paul's cock. Paul pulled away and smiled at my questioning glance. Luke pulled me to my knees, pushing me to all fours so that I was looking out at the crowd. Just as Paul said, the room was full of people. They were in various stages of dress. There were men standing around, some partially clothed, some naked, cocks in hand. A few couples were fucking while keeping their eyes glued to us. Some women sat around the room fingering themselves. I made eye contact with the Asian woman I'd seen earlier and she smiled at me. I smiled back, but it quickly turned into a moan and I dropped my head to catch my breath as Luke slid his large cock in me from behind. After a few strokes, he pulled me up against him so that I was kneeling, my back against his chest. I leaned back against him as he continued to fuck me. "I want you to watch the people who are watching you," he whispered in my ear. I felt his hand slide down and open my pussy lips up to expose my clit. "They want to see you cum all over my cock." He started rubbing my already sensitive clit and I moaned. "Play with your nipples for all of us," Luke commanded me. I moaned again and complied, reaching up to stroke and caress my breasts, playing with my already hard nipples. From the side, I saw Paul kneeling and I shifted so that I could be on all fours, with Luke fucking me and Paul getting blown by me. Luke kept his fingers on my clit and it didn't take long before I was screaming around Paul's cock as I was cumming again. I sucked Paul down as far as I could go, surprised at the intensity in the blow job, stroking him and sucking him for all I was worth. I felt Luke's cock jerk inside me and heard a loud moan a moment later as he came. He pulled out of me, sitting back, and I moved onto my back in front of Paul. "Fuck me," I said to him, pulling his cock towards me. "I want to feel you inside me." Paul wasted no time on my request, and soon he filled me up, stretching me out. It was true that I had been thoroughly fucked my Luke, but I was so wet that Paul slid in easily. He fucked me hard for a few minutes before pulling out and flipping me over. Entering me from behind, he didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. As he was fucking me, his cock sliding in and out of my hot, tight, wet pussy, I caught sight of the beautiful Asian woman sitting in a chair at the edge of the platform. She had her legs spread and she was fingering her beautiful pussy fast and hard. I met her gaze and she smiled at me, pulling her dripping fingers from her pussy and licking them. I moaned, finding myself wanting a taste of those fingers, of that pussy. As if she knew, she mouthed the words "Want some?" and held out her fingers a moment before returning them to her mouth to suck on them. I nodded just as I came again, the thought of me licking and sucking on her beautiful clit sending me over the edge. I felt Paul thrust deep inside me as he let out a guttural moan, letting me know he'd cum as well. I collapsed onto the mattress with Paul on top of me as we caught our breath, and I could hear the sighs, moans, and other sexual sounds going on around us. As we all pulled ourselves up and off of the mattress "stage", we received some light applause and grins. Tired, I smiled at the well wishers, and glanced in the direction of the Asian beauty. "So, what's next?" Luke asked me, following my gaze. "I want her," I replied, looking at the object of my desire. "I really want her." The Club Ch. 02