0 comments/ 6346 views/ 0 favorites The Club By: h3lls_sweety Sam stood before her closet trying to pick out what to wear for her evening out with her friends. They had decided on this hip new club that they had not been to yet. Rumors said that it was the best in town and admission was extremely hard. But Tammy, one of her friends had met a bar tender that worked there and told her to come over bringing 2 friends. So Tammy had invited her and Carol, another friend. "Dress sexy and slick." were Tammy's words. Finally Sam decided on black tight low rider jeans which outlined every sensual curve she had, a sexy black open back top which nothing could be worn beneath it, and high 10inches silhouettes. After dressing Sam stood before the long mirror shaking her black long curly hair loose from its pins, applying a light brown lipstick to her full voluptuous lips, and then finally deciding she did not need any more make up. For Sam was a natural beauty, men were aware of her beauty by the time she was 16 years old, and now at 25 she was a far more better, her breast, her body had developed into one that could make a man kneel before her. She smiled as she took one last glance, turned picked up her keys and headed out the door. This club was amazing; Sam had never been into anything like it before. Looking around she noted that there was a dark corner where each bench was barely visible, a long see though curtain blocking the vision, also that the youngest dancer on the dance floor was about 25, no teenagers or young boys, but all men and older guys. There must be an age restriction she thought, and gave it no more thought as Tammy introduced them to Jim her latest fish as she called them. The night began with shots of tequila, dancing on the dance floor, laughs and giggles. They were all having so much fun. Too much fun that carol had excused her self and ventured off with some guy, saying see you tomorrow. Leaving only Tammy and Sam in amazement. He watched her from behind the black curtain, his eyes admiring her moves on the dance floor, her beauty, her smiles and laughs. She danced with many men, but did not venture off with any, and did not let any get close enough to her to touch her. Soon it would be time to discover this beauty. As the owner of this club, jack had made this corner especially for him and his VIP guests. It proved to be very useful, for behind the doors that were behind him was a different world. At the age of 36 he was too rich for his own good. Decided to open this club as a means to climb higher socially and it had worked. Many men envied him and also high ranked men adored him, for he had created a hidden heaven for their desires. He grinned as he stood up, time to catch some prey he thought. She was dancing with a guy she didn't like much, but she was having fun, laughing and throwing her head about closing her eyes only to be shocked when they were reopened to see a new man before her. she stopped dancing for a moment but his hands came to her waist and pulled her to him sensually, he began moving to the rhythm of the music seductively, drawing her in closer to him, she was drowning by the new feeling and was drawn to him like a moth to the flame. Together they moved as one dancing for next 3 dances, his lips touching her neck softly as his body moved against hers sending rushes of desire through her. Then suddenly he took hold of her hand and pulled her gently after him into the dark corner. Once the curtain closed behind them, he reached and gathered her into his arms, his lips once again at her neck, kissing, nibbling, the he was there at her lips, tasting her, probing her with his tongue, while his hands roamed over her slender back down to her bottom pulling her harder against him, she could feel his arousal. He was hard she noticed and was excited. She felt him backing up pulling her onto his lap as he sat down. Lips still against hers, one hand at her waist holding her firmly while the second traced her collar bone then lower to her breasts, capturing her nipple through the fabric, teasing it. She moaned as her hands caressed his shoulders, his face and roamed through his hair. then suddenly his lips left hers tracing kisses down her neck till it nipped at the nipple there, sucking lightly through the fabric, whilst his hand descended between her thighs she welcomingly spread them apart for him as he caressed her through her jeans. He could feel the heat, the wetness seeping though her and it made him more aroused. Suddenly he looked her in the eyes and asked, "would you like to take this somewhere more private?" She was too aroused to think, and did not know she had nodded yes, till she felt him push her gently off and take her hand leading her to one of many doors at the back. As the door was shut behind them she was grabbed into his arms his lips against hers and pushed back against the door with his body. Grinding into her as he rocked his hips against her, her hands were then captured with his and held above her head. She felt a cool metal around each wrist and was suddenly aware that she had been bound to the door. Fear ran through her as she suddenly screamed, "no!" He remained pinning her with his body and whispered into her ear, "fear not my dear, no harm shall come your way, for tonight the only thing you will feel is pure pleasure." His calm and soothing voice in her ear, his lips against her flesh turning her legs weak and melting her body, she whispered, "promise me." "I promise you." he said. Then his lips returned to hers, intoxicating her with the taste of him. Her world swayed and turned. His hands undoing her tops straps at the back he peeled it off her exposing her bare breasts to him. He bent his head down and began kissing between her breasts as one his hands caressed them gently, stroking each erected nipple. Then hungrily he took one nipple into his mouth as his hand descended to start unbuttoning her jeans. His mouth gave each nipple the same amount of attention, and Sam's body was on fire. Heat and desire rushing through her she arched against him, her head leaning back into the door frame as she bit on her lips. Then both his hands started tugging her jeans lower, his lips leaving her nipples, tracing kisses down to her navel, and lower to her exposed mound. The threw her jeans and panties aside, his lips kissing her bare mound, teasing her as his hands stroked her thighs, then in between spreading them apart for him. He knelt there before her and looked up at her, she was panting, her whole body shaking with desire. "Look at me." he ordered. Slowly Sam gazed down at him. "Do you want me to continue my dear young lady?" Sam knew she had already crossed the point of no return, and now her body was aching with want and cravings, she could not stop him now. She needed this now, her body was screaming for it. "yes." she said. He simply smiled and placed a kiss at her hip, then lower, his hand bringing up one thigh over his shoulder, then the second as he placed her weight at his shoulders. His lips inches from her folds, he blew there, sending waves of excitement through her body. She tried to arch her hips, yet he held her still, his lips began licking lightly at her clit, then his lips closed sucking at it. She squirmed, pled, arched and begged. Yet he did not hear her, he was so fascinated with her reactions that he wanted more. Then his lips licked at her folds, parting them with his tongue he lapped and licked at her as if she was a rare treat. Inhaling her scent, tasting her was making him want to rip her down from there and take her hard and fast against the wall. She then felt it, his tongue probe deep within her and she screamed her body shivering as she felt her release. She looked down and saw him, still there, looking up at her, then he returned his lips once more to her,licking up every drop of her his eyes closed as he tasted her. He slowly dropped her legs from his shoulders and rose up to face her, brining his lips on to hers, she could taste herself upon his lips, then she felt his fingers caressing at her clit and folds stroking it, teasing, then he slipped one finger deep into her, then two, then three, while his thumb caressed at her clit, sending her senses over the edge. He did not release her lips, as he stroked her; he drank upon her groans and moans, muffling her screams as she felt herself reaching the edge. He could feel her walls tighten about his fingers and knew another climax was near; he probed her faster now, moving his arousal against his side, giving him some relief. The chain above her head rattled and her body trembled as she bucked against his probing fingers, faster and faster he went till he finally broke the kiss and let out a scream of fulfillment as she came. His fingers now drenched with her cum, he raised them to his lips, licking one after the other. Looking her in the eyes, "Do you want to taste?" Absent mindly she nodded and hungrily licked at the finger offered to her. He then stepped back, "look at me!" he ordered. Her eyes staring at him she watched him as he began shedding all his clothes, his body was magnificent, tall, lean, hard muscled, and his arousal was beyond normal. He stood there, looking her in the eyes, as his hand stroked his arousal gently. She licked her lips and felt a new tension building up within her. She wanted to lick him so much she thought. "Like what you see?" he said. "Yes." she said. "Do you want what you see?". "God! Yes!" she replied. Slowly he moved towards her grinding his body against hers, his hands reaching up he released her and brought her hands down to him. She hastily tried to grab him, only to be stopped. He held her hand and led her to a couch. He sat down and said "kneel before me as I did you and feast upon what you crave" She knelt there between his legs, her hands caressing his thighs, then higher till with one hand she held him tight. He inhaled sharply. She stroked him a few times, then bent her head, holding it at the base, she began licking the tip gently, tracing her tongue about it, teasing him as he had done to her. His whole body was shaking and his heart beat was ramming against his chest. The little vixen he thought, she was going to try and tease him. His hand then came to her head, massaging her skull as she sucked and licked lightly on him. Then he pushed her lower, filled her mouth with him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes bucking his hips against her mouth, as she sucked on him harder now. Her hand gripping him, following her lips pace. He was panting now, he was near and he wanted to drive himself deep within her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off him, "enough!" he ordered. She sat back, looking at him; he stood up, and pulled her to her feet swiftly. She saw pure carnal desire in his eyes and knew it would be a hard and merciless fuck. He then turned her around, bending her over onto the couch, her hands supporting her weight he stood behind her, his fingers caressing her wet pussy once more as he stroked his cock between her bottom teasingly. She squirmed against his fingers and pushed her self back against him, wanting him deep within her, yet he did not relent. "Tell me what you want." he said. "I want you in me, I want that cock deep within me!" she screamed as she climaxed from his probing fingers. Then his fingers left her soaked pussy to hold her waist as he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock. She tried to push back yet he held her still, the with one hard thrust he was deep within her, his hips ramming hard against her little bottom. She moaned and bit her lower lip at the force of his intrusion, yet wanted more as she grew accustomed to him within her. Slowly she began rocking her hips. "It is now in you, you have your wish, what do you want now?" he asked. "Fuck me!" she answered moving her hips impatiently now. Then it happened, he held her waist tighter and began withdrawing only to slam harder within her, each thrust harder than before. She kept pushing herself back against him as if she could not get enough, her screams of pleasure filling the room accompanied by the sound of smacking flesh and his groans. Tight she was too tight, she was perfect, she held him tightly within her and she was getting tighter as her climax grew near. He was ramming into her, so hard now that he thought he would break her, yet she was pushing harder back against him, matching his pace, pure carnal desire, animal instinct, they both could not get enough. Then he felt her, tighten harder, squeezing him within her, he could not bare it no longer, his desire to cum overflowing now, he slammed with all his might into her, his pace faster, harder than before, she let out a scream as she climaxed gripping him as he groaned loudly and suddenly came within her. Her tightness milking him of each drop as he bucked against her and emptied his seed. He stayed there buried within her for a while, his heart drumming, and his breath short. She however her head dropped low and her body trembling, he slowly eased himself out of her and sat down brining her onto his lap. She felt his cum, seep down her thigh as he slipped out of her and then she found herself on his lap gazing into his eyes. He kissed her lips gently and asked her, "what is your name?" It took her several seconds to answer, for her last climax had rocked her soul. "Sam, my name is Sam. And you are?" "I am jack, I own this club." "Oh!" she whispered. "Sam. I would like to see you again, will you come back?" She looked him deep in the eyes and saw the honesty of his words and whispered, "yes, I will come back." He leaned back in and kissed her lips once more. "You were amazing! It has not been so with me in a long time." "And I have not been so irrational in my life." she laughed. "I would love to come back." And with that he kissed her lips once more. When Tammy spotted Sam she leapt, "where did you go to? I though you abandoned me, it has been hours." "Oh! I met this nice man and we were chatting, guess I lost track of time." "Well did you like it here, want to come back?" "Yes, I'm defiantly coming back soon." she giggled. She was coming back for sure. He watched her walk out the club door and smiled, she would be back, and she promised she would. The second night she was whisked away as soon as the bouncer saw her and led into the club. Jack approached her and said, "hello Sam." "Hello jack." she replied "I believe you owe me a tour of the club." she said naughtily. Hours later behind a closed door in a dimly lit room, two naked figures laid upon the couch and the man whispered, "did you like your tour?" "I loved it." the woman replied. The Club *my first story, I no its not perfect but I'll learn and improve :)* I sat at the bar sipping my drink. I was new to the area and had never been to this club before. The music was loud as I looked around the dance floor. There were couples everywhere, jumping around and waving their arms. Then, through the bodies on the dance floor, I saw you. The music seemed to have taken over your body as you shook your sexy body to the music. I stared at you, hypnotised by you and your every move. Your eyes were closed as you dance, feeling the rhythm of the music pass through you. After a few songs I realised I couldn't take my eyes off of you. You were wearing a short denim skirt and a white top from what I could see. Your gorgeous body had me in a daze. Your eyes opened, and I presumed you were looking for your boyfriend but our eyes met as I stared into your big blue eyes and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me and an urge within me got stronger. A popular song came on and everyone started to fill the dance floor, so I knew that this was now my chance. I drank up and headed to the dance floor. I looked frantically around but there were too many people – but then I felt a hand wrap around my body and rest on my chest. The hand started to move lower till it rested on the top of my jeans. I turned around and our eyes met, I wished it was your hand and now I smiled as our eyes met. I leaned forward to talk. I didn't know what I was going to say but was happy when you put your finger over my mouth and stopped me, then started to dance with me. You turned your back and started to grind your ass against the growing bulge in my jeans... god it felt good! I wanted you so bad and the hardening in my jeans was telling you that! You turned back around and kissed me, our tongues entwining and circling in each other's mouth while your hand was rubbing the outline of my hard cock through my jeans, you whisper in my ear that you think you should take care of what you started, all I could manage was to nod my head, still awestruck that the sexiest girl in the club was kissing me, and god I wanted you so badly.... You grabbed my hand and led me outside. I watched as your ass swayed in front of me as my rock hard dick strained against my jeans. My house was just around the corner so I suggested we go there. Once inside the door I knew I wanted you and pushed you against the wall and kissed you deep. I broke the kiss and kissed your neck, then whispered how hot you look and how I bet you taste so good. My hand slipped up your skirt and started to rub you. "You're so wet," I whispered. I dropped to my knees in front of you and quickly removed your skirt. I planted soft kisses on the insides of your thighs as I got higher and closer to my goal. I reached your hot....wet centre as my tongue connected with the fabric of your underwear and I started licking your pussy through them. You moaned softly as my tongue pressed harder against you. I slowed down and moved slightly lower, kissing the inside of your thighs. You moaned in disapproval but smiled as you saw me then start to slide down your underwear; once removed I wasted no time in setting about my job to make you cum... My tongue licked your pussy up and down, slowly at first, savouring the taste before starting to speed up and get faster and harder. You moaned louder, enjoying the sensations of my tongue inside you. I inserted a finger slowly inside you, then another as I carried on licking your pussy while thrusting my fingers inside you, slowly then faster and faster, getting harder and harder as you started to moan as your first orgasm hit you, as I swallowed your juices. Once you calmed down I stood back up and kissed you full on the lips, and you could taste yourself on my lips. In my rush to pleasure you I hadn't realised that the door wasn't shut and as I looked around I saw the door wide open and thought I saw a dark figure walk away from the street lamp. Were they watching, did he or she enjoy watching me lick you? The thoughts were only adding to the strain in my jeans, an urge that needed attention! You led me to the lounge and pushed me down in a seat as you started a strip tease for me, first went your top, then your little skirt as you stood before me in your underwear looking really sexy. I studied your body, feeling so lucky to be here with you. Our eyes met as I stared deep into your lust filled eyes. You then unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, you asked me to stand up and we kissed once more. Your hands homed in on my jeans as you started to undo them. I stepped out of my jeans and watched as you removed your bra, releasing your gorgeous boobs. I leaned forward to take one in my mouth but you stopped me and said it's my turn to enjoy as you started to take off my boxer shorts and smiled as you released my rock hard cock. You pushed me back in the seat and started to take my dick in your mouth, kissing and sucking. My eyes closed, as the feeling of your mouth around my me was amazing; I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take as you took my dick in your hand and started pumping up and down. It felt so good to have your hand wrapped around me but I couldn't take much more and told you that I wanted to fuck you. You stopped, stood up, removed the last piece of underwear and straddled me, slowly lowering your wet pussy onto my cock. Once I was inside you, you started to bounce up and down on me, riding me, enjoying my dick filling you up, in and out. You started to speed up, getting harder, faster, and harder and faster. You started moaning loudly, telling me you were cumming as your body shook with pleasure. I could take no more and erupted inside your shaking body as you collapsed into my arms. You drifted off to sleep, so I carried you up to bed and fell asleep with you in my arms. I awoke in the morning and turned over to see you, but you weren't there. Confused, I got out of bed and walked downstairs. Was it real, were you real, was it a dream? The Club I stood outside of the club, nervously tugging on my short skirt, while I waited for Paul to pay our entrance fee. What the fuck am I doing here? I thought, and not for the first time that night. Admittedly, our fading sex life had received new life when the conversations about going to the new club in town started between us, and the thought of watching people have sex was exciting. And so was *gulp* having others watch us. That was the part that made me fidget with nervous energy. For the umpteenth time that night, I worried over how I looked, particularly since it was possible I'd have no clothing to hide behind at some point. I grabbed Paul's arm as he reached for the door to stop him. "What are we doing here?" I asked with my voice laced with panic. His eyes sparkled with humor. "I thought we covered that already." Rolling my eyes, I slapped him lightly on the arm. "I know why we're here. What if people laugh at me...?" I let my voice trail off. "I'm not exactly a Skinny Minnie." "I know. That's one of the reasons I married you," he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist and looking down at me. "You've got curves—womanly curves—and you're beautiful and sexy." Paul leaned down to kiss me gently. "We don't have to do anything and we can leave anytime we want. Ok?" Relaxing a bit, I nodded. He was right; simply walking in to check the place out didn't obligate me to do anything. I relaxed even further as we walked in and I realized that there wasn't an orgy occurring in the foyer. Off to the left were the locker rooms for people to store their belongings and shower, and the entranceway opened to a grand bar where people mingled and laughed. The club was "BYOB", but I saw the majority of people drinking water, tea, and sodas. While there would be no alcohol induced courage for me, there would also be no alcohol fueled horny guys that could be problematic as well. Around the edges of the large room were hallways leading to play areas and private rooms, where the majority of the action takes place. According to the website, we could choose how we played, who we played with, or even if we let people watch. Being ever mindful of cleanliness, I was pleased to read that condoms and cleaning supplies were readily available in all of the play areas. And while the website mentioned the great looking people of all ages who frequented the club, it was refreshing to see that it wasn't embellished. The room was filled with very attractive men and women of all shapes, sizes, ages, and races who knew how to dress to impress. If I didn't know better, I would have said this was just the newest and most trendy nightclub where everyone goes to see and be seen, but the website left no doubt as to the sexual adventures that awaited within its walls. "Want to get something to drink before checking this place out?" Paul asked a reassuring hand against the small of my back. I nodded, moving along with him to the bar. As we moved, a few people watched us curiously, but met our eyes with smiles. "We must have 'newbie' tattooed to our foreheads," I murmured to Paul as we reached the bar and waited for the bartender to finish serving another couple. "You caught that, too," he replied, just as quietly, looking around the lounge area. "The natives seem friendly enough." I cut my reply off as the bartender reached us. A good looking Filipino man in his 20's, the smile he gave us was that of someone who enjoyed their job, and in looking around at the crowd that he spent his evenings with, I could understand why. The women dressed in sophisticatedly sexy attire, showing some skin but leaving something to the imagination as the men were attired in business casual, more emphasis on the business than casual. Iced tea in hand, I turned to survey the crowd again. I suddenly felt like the new kid at school, very unsure where to sit, which group to join, or whether or not I'd be welcome. Resisting the urge to tug on my skirt again (or to turn tail and run for the hills), I turned to Paul. "So, what do we do next?" Paul motioned with his glass toward an empty booth. "Why don't we go sit down and get our bearings?" Again, people were smiling in a friendly manner, but were politely distant, as we made our way to the table. We were no longer on display once we were seated, but we scanned the room, hoping for someone to take us under their wing and help us figure out what the next step was. After sitting for a half hour—and thinking this was going to be a bust—Paul leaned over to tell me he had to find the restroom. "You're going to leave me alone?" I asked, panic at the edge of my voice. "You'll be fine. This doesn't strike me as the 'pounce on her the minute he walks away' kind of crowd." I had to admit that I agreed with him, but still didn't favor the prospect of sitting there alone, playing with the straw of my iced tea. As he walked away, I sighed and glanced up, meeting the eyes of a very handsome Black man standing at the bar. I smiled at him, and he smiled in return. I watched him as he spoke to the group that he had been standing with before walking over to the table. "Hi, I'm Luke." I accepted his proffered hand, watching how my small white hand was dwarfed in his large black one. "I'm Ree." "May I join you, Ree?" He motioned to the bench next to me. "Ah, sure," I replied. "My husband just.." He held up a hand to stop me. "I saw you two walk in together, and I'm not trying to step on anyone's toes." Luke smiled kindly. "I just know how it feels to be new." I laughed and relaxed. "It's that obvious." Even though it wasn't a question, he grinned and shrugged. "A bit. Don't worry; we've all been there." "So you seem like a pro." I commented, surprised to hear the flirtatious note in my voice. "No, not a pro," Luke shook his head. "I've been here a couple of times. Everyone's pretty nice." "They seem friendly," I replied. "Just distant." "No one wants to come on too strong or overwhelm you," he answered. "Have you walked around the play areas at all? Checked out what's going on?" I shook my head. "Not yet." "You should. People aren't going to approach you in here for an encounter, but you'll definitely get your fill of action in the play areas, even if all you want to do is watch." The last part of the statement was said a little softer, and I found myself leaning into him to be able to hear. The smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body filled my senses, and I found myself surprised to be so attracted to another man. Paul and I discussed the possibility of inviting other men to play, but I didn't think I'd find anyone I was attracted to, much less consider being with. Luke's eyes were warm and friendly, and he smiled suddenly as if he knew where my thoughts traveled. My pale Irish skin gave me away in a blush. "Hey, Ree." I turned my head to see Paul sliding back in next to me, sandwiching me between the two of them. I quickly provided introductions. "Well, I'll let you two check the place out." Luke said, standing up. I felt a surge of disappointment. "I'm sure I'll see you around," he finished, smiling at me before walking away. I found myself admiring his ass as he walked away. "Ree?" Paul's voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to him. "Seems like you made a new friend." I studied him for signs of jealousy or concern, but all I saw was his normal open and honest smiling face, and returned his smile. "He's a nice guy. He told me that people won't approach us to play while we're in the bar area, but to check out the play areas." "I'm game if you are," Paul said, standing up and holding a hand out to me to help me to my feet. Taking a steadying breath, I smiled. "Let's go." Where the entryway and the bar had a sensual sexuality to it, the feeling walking down the darkened hallways was blatantly sexual. Moans and movement could be heard behind closed doors, flashes of skin and tangled body parts could be seen in rooms where the doors where open. At the end of the hallway, there was a large room where a dark haired Asian woman was laying in the middle of the bed in the room, wearing a sheer robe, and running her hands over her perky breasts. I followed her gaze to the two men standing behind the bed watching her hungrily. I glanced around the room to see a few other people watching the show unfolding before us. The woman spread her legs, showing us her pretty shaven pussy, as she opened the robe. Arching her back, she again ran her hands down over her breasts, pinching her nipples before sliding down to her lips, sliding her fingers over her clit and inside of her. I could feel moisture collecting between my pussy lips as I watched her on the bed, and my mouth watered as I imagined sliding my tongue over those smooth lips and sucking on her clit. I shifted to try to relieve the tension in my body, only to increase it as my thong slid in between my lips. "You seem to like what you see," Paul whispered in my ear. Not wanting to look away, I just nodded my mouth dry. She rolled over and pushed herself up onto all fours, sliding the sheer material from her body, her pretty little pussy beckoning to all in the room. She crawled to the men standing at the edge of the bed, and in my focus on her, I neglected to notice that they had also disrobed. She sat back, taking a cock in each of her hands and smiling up at the very tall, well built men. From where I was standing, I could see that each of the cocks was large in girth and length, and her tiny hands wrapped around them only made them look larger. She wrapped her mouth around one of the cocks, eliciting a moan from the owner, as she continued to stroke the other one before switching off. While I enjoy the reactions that I can get giving a blow job, I've never been particularly turned on by them, but there was something about the perfect mouth wrapped around these cocks and the look in her eyes that made it thoroughly enjoyable to watch; this woman obviously enjoyed sex. Paul moved to stand directly behind me, pushing against me so that I could feel his hardening cock through our clothing. I pushed back against him, grinding my ass on his crotch, letting him know I was as turned on as he was. His arm slipped around the front of me, his fingers sliding over my breast and finding my nipple, causing me to catch my breath. The beauty lay back on the bed, with her head over the edge, with one man's cock buried in her throat as the other man slid in between her legs pulling them up before sliding his cock into her pussy. Her moans were muffled around the cock in her mouth, but it was apparent she was enjoying it. The man fucking her pussy shifted slightly, and I could see her pussy stretching and holding onto his cock with every stroke as her mouth and throat worked with the effort of deep-throating the cock in her mouth. I found myself squeezing my thighs together, rubbing them together to stimulate my already throbbing clit. Around the room, others were in various stages of dress and undress, feeling each other, feeling themselves. A couple a few feet away were seated with the woman on top in Reverse Cowgirl, slowly fucking as they watched the scene in front of them unfold. A man across the room was stroking himself slowly. A woman had propped her legs up on the arms of a chair so that she had easy access to finger herself. Everyone's focus was on the scene in front of us and they were doing their own thing, and yet, I was still unsure about taking care of my growing need in public. And from the feel of things pressing against my ass, Paul's growing need was desperate to be taken care of. A loud guttural moan drew my attention back to the scene as the man receiving the blow job blew his load in the pretty woman's mouth. To my amazement, she swallowed it down without missing a beat. The man fucking her pussy wasn't far behind, and he quickly came as well. She wasn't through yet. She manually worked both of those cocks back to life before settling onto all fours, her pretty breasts swinging a little below them. The men switched places, and she fucked back against the one in her pussy while deep-throating the one in her mouth. I found myself playing with my skirt again, but this time, it was to work up the courage to slide my fingers against my pussy. "Are you enjoying the show?" A deep, soft voice asked next to my ear. I turned to find Luke smiling at me. I nodded, returning my gaze to the show in front of us. "Ever been with two men at the same time?" I shook my head. "Want to?" At that question, I turned to look at Paul, who was watching me. "I...I don't know," I answered, looking at Paul. Paul smiled. "We're here to explore fantasies. It's okay if you're interested in that." I turned back to watch the woman again, only to find her riding one of the guys with the other lining up to enter her ass. She screamed with pleasure as both cocks filled her, and from our view, we could see both holes filled to the max. Paul leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Is this turning you on?" "Yes," I said. I looked over my shoulder at Paul and then at Luke. "Yeah, the thought of being with two men is a turn on." I turned back to the woman. "I just can't do it in a public place like this." "No problem," Luke replied. "Let's go find a room." The woman's orgasmic screams followed us as we walked away from the scene to create our own. Once inside the room, I wasn't sure what to do. I stood at the edge of the platform bed, unsure if I should just strip and start a show like the woman did or wait for one of the guys to make their move. Luke broke the silence. "Paul, give your beautiful wife a kiss." Paul complied, leaning down to kiss me deeply, running his fingertips over the sides of my breasts softly and for a moment before moving his hands to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I shimmied out of my skirt, leaving me standing there in my lingerie and shoes. I glanced nervously over at Luke, afraid that he wouldn't like what he saw, but the large bulge in his pants told me otherwise. Paul leaned down and kissed me again, cupping my face in his hands, and tangling his fingers in my hair. I felt Luke move up against my back, his fingers sliding over the sides of my breasts, still covered by my bra, before moving to unclasp the bra. Without breaking the kiss, I slid my arms out of the straps and let it hit the floor. My breasts swung free and my already hardening nipples became even harder with excitement. Luke leaned down and kissed my neck, taking time to tease my neck and shoulder with his lips, teeth, and tongue. His hands again found their way to the sides of my breasts, his gentle touch leaving me with goose bumps along my skin. I moaned, and laid my head back against Luke's shoulder as I reached out to unbutton Paul's shirt. Paul's hands found my breasts, cupping them, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. Luke's fingers walked their way down my body to slide under the sides of my thong, sliding it down my legs, and helping me out. When he stood back up, he again pressed his clothed body against my naked one, and his fingers slid down my stomach to my dripping pussy. "You're so wet," Luke whispered, sliding his thick fingers easily between the lips. I was so fucking horny at this point I couldn't even form coherent sentences. I wanted to feel their skin against mine, suck their cocks, have them fuck me, be spread wide open for the whole place to see...whatever it would take to satisfy this horniness. "Feel how wet she is, man," Luke said to Paul, and while I briefly mourned the loss of Luke's fingers, I started bucking against Paul's as soon as he slid them inside me. "You like that?" Paul asked me, finger fucking me. "Uh huh," I nodded. "You want something bigger to fuck?" Paul asked. I nodded again. "Please. Please fuck me with your cock." "You want Luke to watch me fuck you?" This time I didn't bother with a verbal answer. I just reached for his belt to pull the rest of his clothes off of him. I heard Luke laugh and say, "I'd say she wants to fuck" but I didn't care. I wanted both of these guys, preferably sooner than immediately. I couldn't even wait for Paul to get his pants all the way off before I pushed him to a seated position on the platform and climbed on him. "No, no," Luke stopped me, and I almost cried from frustration. "Turn around so that I can see your face while he fucks you." I quickly reversed my position, sliding down onto Paul's cock, my legs spread wide open so that Luke could see the view of Paul's big, throbbing cock sliding in and out of my wet, tight pussy. I slid my fingers down to play with my clit, as it was crying out for attention, throwing my head back against Paul's shoulder. I heard Luke say my name, and he stood there in front of me, holding his massive black cock in front of my face, stroking it slowly. With my free hand, I reached out and wrapped it around him to stroke him. The moan escaping from his mouth encouraged me, and I leaned forward slightly to wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, using my tongue to taste him and wrap around him. Luke's fingers tangled in my hair as I took more of his cock in my mouth with every stroke of it. I was starting to get frustrated that I couldn't get closer than the edge of an orgasm. Luke must have noticed, because he pulled me to my feet from Paul's cock. "I hope you don't mind, but I have the philosophy of 'ladies first'," Luke said to Paul, laying me out on the bed. "Fine by me," Paul said, with a smile. Luke knelt down between my legs, sliding his fingers up and down my slit, occasionally bumping up against my clit. I moaned and tried to wiggle closer to get him to add more pressure. He knew my game though, and pulled back a little before I could get what I wanted. Paul was kneeling by my head, and I reached up and wrapped a hand around his glistening cock, pulling him down to my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting our mixed juices together, and this caused me to want to devour his cock even more. He groaned in appreciation. As I started to try to swallow Paul's cock, Luke began to finger fuck me, sliding two of his thick fingers in and out, while his thumb played with my clit. I moaned around Paul's cock in appreciation, which led to Luke adding a third finger, stretching me and filling me up. His fingers twisted inside of me, rubbing up against my g-spot, driving me insane. "You like that, Ree?" Luke asked. Mouth full, I could only moan my appreciation. "Just imagine what my cock will feel like when it slides into that tight pussy of yours." That image, along with the pressure against my clit and g-spot, sent me over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. My moaning around Paul's cock and tightening of the hand stroking him must have been too much for him because he was soon shooting into my mouth. It caught me off guard, and while I managed to catch and swallow most of it, some escaped my mouth. I released his softening cock and wiped my mouth as I smiled up at him. "Enjoy?" Paul laughed and leaned down to kiss me. "That's putting it mildly." Luke was sitting back on his haunches, stroking his now condom covered cock, and watching me. I curved a finger to beckon him to me. "I want your cock inside of me." I didn't have to ask twice. I found myself under Luke, feeling him slowly sliding his cock into me. I was still so wet, but his size was still a shock. He took his time, sliding inside of me, letting me get used to it, but pretty soon, I was bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts. His cock stretched me out, and I could feel every ridge of him, and I wanted more. Luke must have wanted more as well, because he pulled out, flipped me over on all fours, and entered me from behind. The Club I thought I had felt it all before, but with him fucking me from behind, he was going so much deeper inside of me. I felt Luke slide his hand around to play with my clit, and the extra touch was all I needed to go over the edge again. I reached out for Paul, and found his cock hard again. I sucked him into my mouth, trying to suck him in time to being fucked. I was filled at both ends with large cock and I was loving it. The only thing that would make it better would be if we were being watched. That was the thought that sent me over the edge, and subsequently led me to sucking Paul off to his second orgasm that night. I felt Luke's cock throb and jerk inside me as he came a short time later. As we all lay there after, trying to regain our breath and desire to move, Luke looked over at me and smiled. "So, what do you think?" "I think that was fucking amazing," I replied. "No pun intended," Paul replied. "Right," I said. "But there is one thing I'd like to try sometime." "What's that?" Luke asked. "Well, I'd like to fuck both of you again at the same time, but I think I want an audience," I answered, sitting up to see the guys' reactions. Luke grinned. Paul nodded, "I think that can be arranged." The Club The club was hot, filled with sweat covered bodies bumping and grinding to the beat. The bass vibrates through Jess as she pushes her way to the bar. Alcohol would make everything better, it always did. Especially vodka, and not that cheap shit they served down the street. Straight up, with no ice. The ice just gets in the way. "Vodka, straight, no ice." Jess has to shout to the bartender. She places $10 on the bar and turns to check out the swarming mass on the dance floor. God, why did I come here anyway? I hate being touched by all these sweaty bodies. "So gross" she mutters to herself. Grabbing the filled glass of clear fire off the bar, Jess brings the glass to her lips and drains it in two swallows. She gasps and lets the slick, clean liquid hit her stomach. Before it is even settled, Jess slams the glass on the counter and yells, "Another please." The bartender sloshes the full glass on the counter and grabs the change from the first drink. Jess grabs the glass and tries to make her way through the masses to an empty table she spied. The smell of sweat and sex permeates the room. And isn't that the smell of a night out? Not that jess has had the sex part in a while. The closest was Skinimax and getting herself off. The old fashioned way. But maybe she would find a lusty soul to bring home and play. It's been way too long. A hand touches brushes her shoulder, followed by the grip of fingers. Jess whirls around ready for a fight, but is faced by a gorgeous boy -man. A mad mix of the most amazing features, and those eyes. Deep blue and deep as the ocean. Eyes you could get lost in. Cupid's lips parted and asks," dance with me? I have been looking for someone like you all night." Was he for real? Of course she'd dance. No words could form, so Jess nods yes. She drains the glass and slams it on the table next to her. His outstretched hand feels so soft as she takes it in her own. Oh man, she could melt right her, right now. The desire she has been hiding is building, she is getting hot, in more places than one. They manage to squeeze into an empty spot on the dance floor. Then begins the mating ritual. Jess stretches her arms above her head and grinds her hips to the beat. The guy sidles up behind her and places a hand on her waist, pulling their bodies close. Jess feels herself melt and knows he is the one. The one that will break her lonely streak. Tempos change and their bodies break apart. The guy leads her to the bar , through the many bodies all trying for the same thing. A hookup, a random sex act, a quickie in the parking lot. Whatever your pleasure, you'll be leaving with someone tonight. As they sidle to the bar, Jess hears the guy order two vodkas, no ice. He leans in and whispers," my name is Sean by the way." He turn back to pay for the drinks, dropping a $20 and grabbing the full glasses. He turns and hands one to Jess. "Cheers". their glasses clink together and then they both drain them, heads tilted back. Sucking the nectar down greedily. Smacking her lips, jess shouts, "Thank you" over the noise. Sean half nods and watches the dance floor. The room starts to spin, just a little bit in Jess' eyes. Whoa, that never happened before, she thinks as she grasps the bar for support. Fresh air , that's what I need, she thinks. Touching Sean's' shoulder gently, Jess gestures to the door when he looks at her. He nods in agreement and leaves his half empty glass on the bar. Jess takes him by the hand an leads him to the door. She takes one last look at the writhing bodies on the dance floor and is glad as the cool air of the night hits her face. She has never brought a stranger home, but she is so hot for Sean right now. She wants him, wants to feel him touch her, kiss her. Man, it really has been too long. Sean hands the Valet his ticket and turns to face Jess. She takes in his exotic beauty, his eyes glowing almost eerily in the moonlight. But now she is almost questioning whether she can do this. Oh hell, you only live once. Even if she never sees him again. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "I need to get my car," Jess says to Sean. She watches as the Valet drives up in a cherry red porche. She gasps aloud at the sight. Why is he slumming here? Sean writes his address down on a club card. "Here's the address. Meet me there in 10 minutes?" Sean places the card in Jess' sweaty palm and closes her fingers around it. He leans forward and his lips brush hers, teasing, making her want more. "I'll be waiting." Jess nods and watches Sean get into his car. She turns and heads to the lot beside the club. She never used the valets herself. They would hold her up if she needed to make a quick getaway. There is only one light, and her car is almost enveloped in dark. As she passes by her trunk, Jess hears a faint scratching sound. She stops to listen. Scratch, scratch. "Holy shit, there is something in my trunk." Jess exclaims, not sure what to think. Did her cat get stuck in there when she unloaded the groceries earlier? She must be hungry, the poor cat. She listens again for a meow, but can only hear the scratching, It was getting more frantic, then she hears the voice. "Help me." Jess jumps back, not sure what to think now. Keys, she needs her keys. She pries them out of her front pocket, and drops them. Scratch, scratch. Oh God, something is stuck. I have to help it out. Jess' key slides into the lock and she hears a click as it unlocks. When the trunk begins to rise, that's when she realizes her mistake. Red eyes peer out of the crack. Devilish eyes. "help me", the teeth filled mouth pleads. A razor claw snakes out of the trunk and grabs Jess by the shirt, tearing the material. The creature rises, trunk now fully open. The other claw slams into her chest and she feels her body explode with pain. And then, as she takes her last gasp, the darkness comes. The creature opens it's mouth and wraps its teeth around the lifeless neck. Crunching bones and blood, the creature begins to feed. A transformation begins, and the creature begins to return to human form. Sean stand before Jess one hand buried in her shredded flesh, his face covered in her blood. His teeth are still like razors, giving his human form an animalistic look. He takes one last look at the lifeless body in his hands, and lets if=t fall to the pavement below. He steps over the corpse and surveys his latest kill. "Thanks for the date. Too bad we can't see each other again." Sean wipes his mouth on his sleeve and walks to his car, idling in the darkness. Time to clean up then search for another victim. The need to kill growing, and he would need to hunt somewhere else for a while.