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The Club

By: Faure



The three of us met for drinks the night after they had gone to the strip club and our conversation was full of comments about their experience. They described the atmosphere, the lighting and of course, the women, all of which they enjoyed. She complained about the lack of a comparable club for women- one that might go further than the R-rated, down to G-String type that never quite satisfies. As he left to use the restroom, our waitress came to our table. She had evidently been eavesdropping on our conversation and said she knew of an incredible place that might be exactly what we were looking for. She said it was very up-scale, private, and best of all, designed for the pleasure of women. Not cheap, but worth the price. She gave us a card, told us to call for an appointment, and said to have fun. 

Thoughts were racing through your mind that night on the way home, wondering if she would make the call, would she tell him, and most intriguingly, what takes place at a club designed for the pleasure of women? Sleep did not come easily that night. 

Her call at work the next day surprised you, and her message made your heart race with anticipation. She had called the club and had made an appointment for the two of you for tonight. "What about him?" you asked. She said that she didn't tell him about it and the club was definitely for women only. She asked if you were still interested, and after a moment's hesitation, you said yes. You would meet after work and share a ride for the evening. "One other thing," she said, "there is a dress code; dresses only, and no panty hose." You both laughed over that, you somewhat nervously, and agreed on where to meet that evening. 

The ride to the club was fun and filled with sexual tension. The two of you had laughed because you had both worn black button-up-the-front dresses. She asked if you met the rest of the dress code and you surprised her by unbuttoning several buttons, lifting your dress and revealing your black thigh high stockings. She responded by pulling her dress up enough to show her black stockings, garters, and a glimpse of her black lace panties. Both dresses stayed slightly lifted for the rest of the drive, and more than once you caught her glancing at your legs; the sight of her just further heightened the anticipation for that night. 

The club was in a beautiful area a few blocks from the beach and was actually a rather large stone house marked only by a small sign on the door that said THE CLUB. Your knock was met by the opening of a small window through which the card was passed. You entered and were escorted down the hallway by a tall, dark-haired man dressed in black. As your eyes adjusted to the light, you realized that there was no seat in his pants and that you could see his ass. You were led into a warmly lit sitting room with a fireplace and told that your waiter would be right there to take the drink orders. As he left the room, your eyes followed him down the hall, enjoying the view. 

The waiter arrived, dressed in the same manner, and offered a choice of wines. He then gave you an album, told you to look through it, and to select the performer for the evening. He suggested a slight adjustment to our attire. "Most of our guests," he said, "enjoy the evening much more if they remove their underwear before the performance begins." He told us to consider it, gave us a small bag, and showed us a small dressing room where we might remove our panties. He said he would return in a few minutes with our drinks and we watched his ass as he left the room. She laughed and said she thought she was really going to enjoy this. "Come on," she said, "we might as well take full advantage of what they have to offer," and she led the way to the dressing room. 

We both lifted our dresses and slipped our panties down. You glanced at her while doing this and noticed her pubic hair looked as if it had been trimmed and that her lips appeared moist. She look at you and said she had decided to trim things up for the occasion and she pulled her dress up and showed her cunt more fully to you. "Things are slightly wet," she said. You responded by lifting your dress and showing her your wet pussy and said you were more than just slightly wet. You both laughed, put your panties in the bag, and returned to the sitting room to look at the album. 

Each page held pictures of incredibly good looking men of all types, races, and physiques, all in various stages of nakedness. When you reached the fifth page, you knew he was the one. Tall, dark-haired, vibrant blue eyes, warm smile, a great body, but not overly muscled. Your eyes were down to his cock, which though not erect, was 7 to 8 inches long and very thick. He had the look of someone who was completely comfortable with his body. You both agreed, he would be your performer. The waiter returned with your drinks and asked if you had made your selection. When you showed him your choice, he smiled and said, "You will definitely enjoy his performance. The show begins in a few minutes," and he led us down another hallway. As you watched his ass in front of you, you felt her hand on the back of your thigh, and she whispered in your ear that she felt like she was going to explode with excitement. You responded by reaching behind you and stroking her leg, feeling the outline of the garter, and said, "me too!" 

We were led to a v-shaped room that opened onto a small, darkened stage and were directed to sit on a love seat placed a few feet from the stage. Our waiter placed our drinks on the small tables on either end of the couch, gave you a kiss on the cheek, then leaned over to do the same to her. Instead, she turned her mouth to him and he kissed her full on the lips. You saw him slip his tongue into her eager mouth and her hand reached behind him and grabbed his ass. After a few moments, he stopped and said that the performance was about to begin but he would be back later. 

Left alone with your hearts and minds racing, you both made an interesting discovery about the small couch you were sitting on. Clearly designed for two, its leather surface was form-fitted for a person's ass, with a slight ridge in the center that fit well into the cunt of the visitor. You noticed her moving her ass so she could find exactly the right spot and you did the same. At that moment, the lights began to dim, the beat of a drum began a slow crescendo, and her hand moved quickly to your thigh. "Do you feel it?" she asked. You then realized that the seat and most importantly, the ridge, was now vibrating to the thud of the drum whose tempo seemed to be accelerating. She sat up briefly, pulled the back of her dress over her ass and sat down with her bare pussy now riding the ridge. A smile appeared on her face and she said. "You've GOT to do this." You quickly complied and felt the ridge now pulsing into your naked cunt. "You're right," you said, and just then the lights began to come up on the stage. 

Our performer stepped out of the blackness and stood, moving slightly to the music, only 5 or 6 feet away from us. He seemed unaware of our presence, concentrating only on the music and the movement of his body. He was naked from the waist up and had loose black pants and bare feet. As he turned to the side, you realized that his black pants were slit from the middle of his calves almost up to his waist. This allowed for glimpses of his nicely muscled thighs and just a bit of his ass. He continued to move to the music, ignoring your presence, and he began running his hands over his body. Every time he turned to the front, your thoughts returned to the pictures in the album, and you began hoping to see more. You glanced to your left, wondering what she was thinking, and the sight of her glazed eyes, staring intently at him while continuing to ride the ridge, told you she was also anxious. At that moment, he bent over and undid the Velcro straps around his ankles. He spun around, facing backstage, tore the pants from his body, and the music came to a stop.

You could almost touch the silence. You noticed that the seat had stopped vibrating and you heard a slight moan of protest from her, but your eyes were fixed on him. He stood naked now; legs spread, hands in front; waiting. Then you heard, and felt, the music start again and he slowly turned around. He was amazing. His cock was long and thick, and his huge balls hung down between his legs. You heard a gasp from her as you watched him starting to move closer to the front of the stage, closer to you. He was now staring intently at the two of you, and at the same time, stroking his body. He moved to a place only a few feet in front of you, continued moving to the now stronger beat of the music, and placed both his hands on his now stiffening cock. 

You heard some movement on your left, looked at her, and saw that she had completely unbuttoned her dress up to the waist and had her hand between her thighs, fingers stroking her clit. You rubbed your pussy even more firmly on the vibrating ridge and turned once again to watch him. He now stepped forward and stood directly in front of her, his stiff cock leading the way. You held your breath, not knowing what he would do. He reached out and pulled her to her feet and began moving to the music with her. They started to move to the music and your eyes were fixed on both of them. He began to control the movement; guiding her, touching her, and gently but firmly, not allowing her to look down at his cock. He would lift her chin every time she started to glance down, which make her want it all the more. 

He reached out and undid the remaining buttons on her black dress, revealing a black merry widow with garters at the bottom. Almost unconsciously, you slid your hand down, unbuttoned your dress up to the waist, and began stroking your clit. He had moved behind her and, standing close to her, removed her dress. She hardly seemed to notice, but you saw her back up into him. His hands now began to stroke her shoulders, down over her breasts, and along her ass and thighs; seemingly avoiding her cunt. Ever so slowly, he began to guide her more to the front of the stage, closer to you, until they were only a few feet from your seat. His hands moved behind her and moved her thighs apart. Then he bent slightly at the knees and slid his cock between her thighs. Not letting it push into her but shoving his hips forward, making it appear as if his cock was protruding from her wet pussy, as if the cock were her own. She began to ride his thick tool, her hands reaching behind to pull his hips into her.

Warm hands on your shoulders startled you and then the voice of your waiter whispered in your ear and told you to stand. Nervously you complied and he moved around to the front of your seat and produced a penis-shaped dildo with an odd v-shaped base. He quickly strapped it over the ridge in the seat and the sight of that now vibrating cock made your heart race. He guided you to your seat, kissed you, and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on your dress. As his tongue searched your mouth, he removed your dress, and helped you sit down. The cock easily slid into your pussy and you noticed it was quite warm already. "It's got hot water inside", he answered your puzzled look. "And now you can really enjoy the performance." When you looked back at the stage again, your eyes met his and he smiled. 

As she rode his cock, he kept his eyes fixed on yours and moved her directly in front of you. Then he bent her forward at the waist and pulled his cock from between her thighs. He guided her hands on either side of your thighs and spread her feet further apart. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he took his thick cock and placed it against her dripping pussy. A slow thrust of his hips pushed him inside her and she immediately raised her head, crying out in pleasure. And now she too was staring directly into your eyes. He began to slowly fuck her, each time pulling out almost all the way and then thrusting in a little further. Her face was a picture of lust; hair wild and moist with sweat, lips parted, her tongue licking her lips, her eyes focused on yours. 

Each time he pushed into her she would cry out and you began to imagine he was fucking you. The cock in your own cunt started to feel more lifelike and you moved your hips up and down in sync with his thrusting. As if with one mind, you both leaned forward and kissed. Her tongue caressed your lips and you opened your mouth to receive more. As he continued his fucking, she was now moaning into your mouth. Her hands found their way to your wet pussy and she stroked it, adding to the impending explosion of your orgasm. She stopped kissing you as the fucking became more intense and her cries grew in volume and intensity. 

He was now driving his cock harder into her and she began to scream as she started to come. You realized you were doing the same; crying out as you started to explode. You kept your eyes open, not wanting to miss one visual moment, and then you shoved your hips down onto your cock as waves of pleasure flooded your senses. You both came at the same moment and watching her revel in the sensation made yours that much stronger. She collapsed into your arms and you hugged her tightly.

On your way out of the club, arms around each other, you asked her if she would tell her husband about your evening. She smiled and said, "I don't think so, After all, it IS just for women."

The Club



"What do you think?" 

Felicia beams. She is excited, smiling even more than usual. I am surprised she is not at least a little nervous, given our plans, but she doesn't seem like it. And she seems to be very happy with her outfit, showing off and looking for my approval, knowing she will get it. 

"I think you look amazing. Just right for the occasion" I tell her. 

I'm not just saying it. She does look amazing – enough to take my breath away. It takes some self control for me to stay where I am, rather than going over to her and taking what her outfit is clearly offering. On just about any other night I would, but tonight is different. There is good reason for restraint. 

Felicia is wearing heels, high and thin. I look up and down her legs for a moment. I have to look a long way up before I come to the next piece of clothing – a red mini skirt that barely reaches her upper thighs. I know that below the skirt is a black thong – the one we bought together a few days ago. That is a memory worthy of its own story. I know because I watched her put it on, but if the skirt moves even a little, everyone else will know too.

Above the skirt Felicia is wearing my favourite kind of top – she knows what I like. Her top hangs loosely around her neck in a halter top, leaving her shoulders uncovered. It has no back, so her back too is completely exposed. The sides hang low, giving the careful observer from the right angle a clear view of Felicia's breasts. There is no bra. Felicia's breasts sit so perfectly, so high and firm, that she rarely needs a bra. 

To complete the outfit, Felicia wears large hoop earrings, and a necklace. Just enough to frame her beautiful face, and then draw attention down to her marvelous figure. As always, her hair cascades in glorious waves down to her shoulders and beyond.

It is not an outfit you could ever wear to a normal party, or even to a nightclub. But tonight is not likely to be a normal party. 

I should take a moment to describe Felicia. She is about 5'6'', Brazilian, and beautiful. She has an athletic figure; you could bounce coins off her stomach, and her arms and back show tiny but defined muscles. And yet, she is very feminine, with curvy hips and small but pert and perfect breasts. Her intense brown eyes are the centre feature of a beautiful face, framed by wavy brown hair that belongs on a classic movie star. Her mixed Brazilian European heritage gives her the beautiful olive skin.

For my part, I am in jeans and a collared shirt. It looks like a normal outfit – and it is. I guess the rules for men are different at these events.

I walk over to Felicia, take her hand and place it on my jeans, letting her know just how I feel about the outfit. At the same time I take the skirt by the hem and roll it up, exposing her thong. It doesn't have to go far. That gives me the access I'm looking for, and I quickly slip my hand inside the thong. 

Felicia has prepared everything for tonight, and I am not surprised to find her smooth skin, freshly waxed. I run my finger along her lips. She may not seem outwardly nervous, but she certainly is excited. Her warm cunt is already wet, anticipating my touch, anticipating the evening. She gives a low moan and leans in to me, resting her head on my chest. I start the movements she expects, brushing her clit lightly, over and over. She starts to move, closing her eyes and drifting away with the feeling. 

I could make her cum. I could turn her around, pull the thong down and fuck her right here in the hallway. I could hint, and she would take the hint, drop to her knees and take me in her mouth. I want to do all three. And the rock hard erection in my jeans is hard to ignore. But tonight calls for constraint. I whisper in her ear, something, and withdraw my hand. She gasps and opens her eyes, looking at me like I have committed a crime. She is about to speak, but I put my hand, covered in her juices, over her mouth. She licks my fingers clean. She loves the taste of pussy.

At that moment my phone beeps. 

"Looks like its time to go – our cab is here"

We grab our coats. Felicia has a long trench coat. Once she has the coat on, you would never know what lies beneath. We step out into the cold London night, raining a little as ever. The car is waiting in the street, and the driver opens the door for Felicia. I wonder for a moment if he has any idea what is below the coat. Maybe he recognized the address I gave him. 

It's only a short drive to central London, to the venue of tonight's event. From the outside it seems much like a typical London house, one in a long row of terrace houses, white paint and round pillars, a stair case leading up to the black painted door. But unlike the many old buildings that have been turned into London flats, this one is unconverted, retaining the character and lay out of the palatial home it once was. It is easy to imagine some moneyed aristocrat throwing parties for high society here back in the 1920s. 

At the door we present our invitations. The woman on the door asks Felicia whether I am with her, and she confirms that I am. They are strict on their policy, as stated on the invitations. No single men will be allowed. 

Beyond the front door we enter the main room. It is a grand old sitting room, with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a piano in one corner and a small bar in the other. There are people in the room already, but the party is just beginning. As we survey the scene, a woman comes to us and offers to take our coats. 

Felicia looks at me, and for the first time, she looks nervous. It's just a coat, but when Felicia takes the coat off, it seems like we are committed. We could still walk away, but we've talked about this. We both want it. I would never have considered coming here with anyone before Felicia, but once she raised the idea, it became irresistible to me. And I know Felicia wants it. Now is not the time for second thoughts. 

Felicia seems to read my mind. With a final smile, she undoes the belt of her coat and lets the woman take it from her. She is standing there now, exposed in her sexy, slutty, outfit. The woman taking the coats doesn't even react, just takes the coats, gives us a number, and walks away. 

I take Felicia by the hand, kiss her once, and lead her to the bar. Now the full scene of the room becomes clear. There are 20 or so couples in the room, and another 20 or so girls who appear to be unaccompanied. The outfits of the girls range from nothing more daring than a low cut top and a skirt to the most brazen, a girl wearing garters, crotch-less panties and a bra. She stands out, not just for the outfit, but for her impressive figure. Flat stomach, long legs, large breasts and long blond hair. The crotch-less panties let anyone who wants to know see that the blonde hair is natural, as a thin landing strip of blonde hair sits above her pussy

I leave Felicia to go the bar and get us a drink. We could both use it. 

When I get back, carrying two glasses of champagne, Felicia has made a friend. It's a tall red headed girl. The two are chatting like they would at any party. The only difference is that next to Felicia's already daring outfit, this girl with the red hair is even more provocatively dressed. She is wearing a white dress that plunges down between her large breasts. It barely covers her nipples. At the bottom it wraps tightly around her butt, but no lower. In a club it would look classless and slutty, but here it fits right in. It is clear to all to see that there is a black string thong underneath the dress. I get the feeling that that is not an oversight, but very deliberate. 

She talks to Felicia a while longer, and turns to me occasionally. She is clearly sizing me up, assessing whether she likes what she sees. Felicia is doing the same, weighing up what she thinks of the girl.

While the two are talking I notice a couple in the corner, behind the piano. The two are making a token effort to get out of view of over people, but anyone who wants to can see them. The girl is attractive, a petite blonde with just a few freckles on her face, and pale blue eyes. She is bobbing her head up and down, because she has the guy's thick cock in her mouth. Some people are openly watching, but no one seems shocked. Amongst the onlookers more than one couple are heavily stroking each other, and it is clear one girl being fingered by her boyfriend is close to coming. 

There is a dance floor forming in the middle of the room, made up almost entirely of girls. The girls are dancing with each other, fondling each other's hair and faces. Most are clearly happy just showing off, comfortable that they won't be hassled by hordes of drunken guys, but enjoying the attention of those who are there. They probably don't intend to take it any further. 

But some are more... targeted in their dancing. Felicia is out there now too, grinding against one girl after another, moving with the music and enjoying putting on her own show. There may be lots of girls in revealing outfits here but Felicia is the star of the show. Not just hot, as many of the girls are, but beautiful, a joyous standout in the crowd, and sensual and sexual in a way no one else can be. Guys and girls alike are watching her, mesmerized. And she knows it, and she loves it. 

She finds the red headed girl she was talking to earlier and they start to dance. Felicia is standing in front, her back to the taller girl, who has one hand on Felicia's stomach, the other on her legs. The two move up and down together, almost melding in to one. There is a Rihanna song playing, something about sticks and stones, and chains and whips. Both girls have rhythm, and while they don't really seem to be concentrating on dancing anymore, they can't help but move with the music. 

Felicia turns to face the girl, and suddenly they are kissing. It is a passionate kiss, and they are groping each other. Both their short skirts have been lifted, and the dance floor can see their exposed butts and underwear. Given the scenes around the room though, no one is surprised. 

Felicia looks over, and we make eye contact. I'm not sure what happens next. We never discussed a real plan. We didn't really know if it would go this far, let alone any further. She puts her hand up and curls her fingers, telling me to come to her. I was hugely enjoying the show, but I'm even more excited for the chance to join in. 

I am dancing with them now. Now I'm standing behind Felicia, as the red head was before. Felicia can feel my cock, hard and pushing into her back. She reaches around to touch it through my jeans as we dance. In front of her is the red headed girl. The two are kissing as we dance. After a while I notice that Felicia has moved her hands from my cock, and has them deeply buried in the girls pussy. 

It occurs to me that the way this party is going, I could probably fuck Felicia right here on the dance floor. That would fulfill another fantasy we have talked about. But it seems the girls have other ideas. Felicia, in control of both of us, breaks up the dance and leads us to the side of the room, where there are a series of doors. 

As we walk over there I see the girl with the crotch-less panties I noticed earlier. She is on a couch at the side of the room, kneeling on all fours. A guy is fucking her from behind, while another is in front of her, cock in her mouth. To judge by his face and the moans, he is in the process of cumming in her mouth. 

We get to the doors and open one. They open to bedrooms, with a large double bed in the middle, and mirrors on the walls. The girls lead the way, and I follow. Being the last one in, I close the door behind me. But Felicia turns around and smiles at me. 

"You know another thing I want" she says. She steps past me and opens the door, then returns to the room. 

Felicia walks to the redhead, and they start kissing, more heatedly now. It is almost as if Felicia does not want to give herself a chance to stop and think. Soon the girl's white dress is scrunched around her waist, while her thong has been thrown to the floor. It gives me a chance to appreciate the girl's whole body. Her breasts are large and firm, with huge pink areolas around her very hard nipples. She has either been to the solarium, or she takes a liking for exhibitionism to the beach, because her whole body is tanned, with no marks at all. She is tall, with long legs and a curvy but firm butt. 

Felicia is on top, kissing her way down the girl's body. First she plays with the large tits, sucking on each nipple, knowing the way she likes it herself, and replicating it on her new friend. Then she kisses her way further down, and soon she is at the pussy, perfectly shaved, just like her own. For the first time she tastes another pussy, feels and sees another clitoris.

Felicia plunge in and starts licking. I can see pussy juice on her face. The girl is moaning. Felicia has a talent for this, it seems. Meanwhile, I cannot stand and watch anymore. Felicia is on her knees, licking the girl's pussy, and her butt and pussy are covered only by the thong. That is an invitation I cannot refuse, and I come up behind her and pull the thong down. Felicia is lost in her world, and doesn't even seem to notice. 

I pull my jeans down and release my cock from my boxer shorts. I rub myself a few times, just enjoying the show. When the red head opens her eyes between moans, she is looking at my cock. I haven't even spoken to her, and I don't even know if she likes boys or just girls. But the way she looks at my cock makes it pretty clear she would like some. 

But it's Felicia's pussy I want now. She is still totally engrossed in licking pussy, but when I nudge my dick against her cunt, she looks up and speaks

"Yes... yes... do it... please" she manages to get out between licks. And so I do. I start to push inside of her. She is so wet that I slip right in almost straight away.

"Oh my god, fuck me!" Felicia begins to moan, getting louder and louder. She has lost control now, and is looking up, forgetting the pussy she was licking. 

But the red head girl snaps her back to reality. 

"Oh please don't stop, don't stop, get your tongue back on my pussy" 

She grabs Felicia's head and pulls it back on to her pussy. It is a move just like when she goes down on me and I pull her mouth back onto my cock. She loves that, says it makes her feel so erotic, like I can't control myself and want to fuck her face. I wonder for a moment whether she gets the same feeling now. 

We settle into a rhythm for a few moments, Felicia stroking the red headed girls pussy with her tongue in the same rhythm as I'm stroking in and out of her. 

The red head locks her legs around Felicia's head for a moment and screams

"O fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah, lick my pussy, fuck, fuck" As the red head cums, I stop fucking Felicia. So far, I haven't touched the red girl directly, only watched her with Felicia. But Felicia had more in mind, and, given its ok with Felicia, I want more now too. Felicia has chosen well, after all, and this girl is hot. 

As I pull out of Felicia, all three of us seem to have the same idea. It's time to reverse the position. Felicia gets on her back. She pulls off the thong that was still around her knees, and is naked now. Felicia props herself up against the end of the bed, so she is sitting up, legs spread. As we switch positions I notice the door is still open, and a few people have stopped to watch us. 

The red head girl kisses her way down Felicia's body, returning the favour on the nipples, then moving down to Felicia's dripping wet cunt. She slides two fingers into Felicia and starts tonguing her clit. It certainly does not seem like the first time she has done this. 

I move behind the redhead. Felicia looks me in the eyes. It is time for her to watch me fucking another girl. I don't know what's going through her mind right now. It is her fantasy, but this is reality. For a moment I hesitate. But then she looks at me and nods. It is the same nod she uses when she want to tell me to cum in her mouth, or when I run a finger along her but crack and she wants me to put it in. 

And so I push into the redhead. I don't even know her name. I've never fucked someone whose name I didn't know. But it's not really about her. She is like an accessory, a toy helping Felicia and me live out a fantasy. 

As I fuck her, I keep looking at Felicia. She is like hypnotized, turned on beyond all control by what she sees, and by what she feels as the girls expertly licks her pussy. Felicia is moaning and mumbling in her native Portuguese. We usually speak English, so when she does this I know she has lost herself in the moment. There is no need to be quiet, and she is taking advantage, every now and again screaming when it's too much. 

Meanwhile I look down at the butt of the girl I'm fucking. She has a great butt, just enough fat that it wobbles a little as I fuck her. I slap her butt a few times as I fuck her. I don't know why, but it turns me on, and judging by the extra moaning, it seems to turn on both the girls too. 

And then Felicia starts to cum. She is moaning, then screaming loudly. She is pulling the girls head into her pussy, trying to get more and more contact on her pussy. 

Again, as her orgasm subsides, I pull out. But this time I don't move. 

I haven't cum yet, and I decide its time for me to take some control of the situation. I reach down and grab the redhead and turn her around. I also grab Felicia by the hand and pull her towards me. Felicia guesses what I want now, and the red head seems to get it soon too. I lie back as Felicia takes me in her mouth, tasting the other woman on my cock. She sucks it for a moment, then passes it to the redhead, who also takes me in her mouth. As she does so, Felicia moves down and licks my balls. The two alternate for about a minute, one taking me in her mouth, the other licking my balls. The redhead notices that Felicia can take my whole cock at once, and tries to do the same. She can't do it, and gags for a second, but quickly recovers. 

Felicia starts bobbing up and down more quickly, and I know what she wants now. She wants my cum in her mouth. I am sorely tempted, but there is one more thing I want. 

I grab Felicia and pull her up. She looks disappointed for a moment, but I keep going. Felicia moves up and gets the hint. She straddles me, taking my cock and guiding me back into her pussy. 

The red head has stayed down, and moved to lie between my legs, behind Felicia. She still has my balls in her mouth as I start fucking Felicia. Felicia is beginning to move faster when I feel the red head release my balls. I cannot see her now, but Felicia's reaction tells me she is doing something new. 

"Oh my god, fuck me Max" Felicia manages to get out between deep breaths. And then

"Dios meu, she is licking my butt hole... oh my god,"

I can feel Felicia getting closer, and I am going to cum soon too. Almost on cue, the redhead moves out from between my legs and comes up beside Felicia. She turns Felicia's head to the side and kisses her, fully and passionately on the lips. 

That is enough for me, and I know I am about to cum. There is only one thing left to to do. I grab the red head's hand and guide it to Felicia's butt. I push her finger, and she knows what to do. Just as I start to cum, she pushes her middle finger into Felicia's butt hole. Felicia screams and screams, completely out of control, overwhelmed by the double penetration of my cock cumming in her pussy and the finger in her butt. 

We all stay there for a moment, catching our breath, starting to digest what just happened. 

"Sarah?" – the silence is interrupted. We all look over to the door. 

"That's my boyfriend," says the red head, or Sarah, as it seems she is called.



The Club



You could hear the loud thumping music from outside the club as you waited in line to get inside. It was a note from John that brought you here in the first place. You and John had planned a night out for the entire week, both needing some time away from home. But when you got home from shopping for a new outfit, all you could find was a note that he had left you.

It read: 

Babe,

Get ready for tonight as usual. One request I will make is that you go commando tonight so make sure you are showered and shaved. =) When you are ready, leave, and then text me and I will text you back with directions as where to meet me.

Love me.

While you are showering, the water feels even better than normal. Not sure if it's just the excitement of not knowing what lay in store for you. The water flowing over your body feels like hundreds of silk ribbons caressing your body. Running your hands over your soapy breasts makes your already responding nipples harden completely. Your own silky touch sends electric pulses through your body, exploding between your legs. Unable to resist the feelings, you sit down on the seat of the shower, showerhead in hand. You move the showerhead over your body. You start at your neck, right below your ears, massaging your soft skin with the pulsing water. You slowly lower the massager to the tops of your breasts, your eyes closing as the water pulses against you then flows down your body in a constant caress. You move the massager in slow, sensual circles around your entire breasts, getting smaller and smaller until the pulses are engulfing your nipples, making them ache for attention. 

While you give attention to your large soapy breasts, your other hand lowers it's self between your legs. With your eves closed it almost seems like it's another's hand touching you. Shock waves are sent through your body as you touch your swollen clit. As soon as your finger touches your clit your heartbeat quickens and you breathing becomes deeper. You're now moving the massager all over your body. Making sure that it touches every part of you as you continue to rub your clit and slide a finger into your wetness. You can't take it anymore; you slide the massager down to your already wet pussy and gasp as the pulses of water join your finger on your clit. As the waves of ecstasy overtake your body, the sensual pulses push you over the edge as you begin to have one orgasm after another. They seem to just roll into one another. Leaving you sitting in the shower, exhausted and dripping from your entire body.

Finally after enjoying the wet caress of the shower, you snap yourself out of your orgasm induced trance and get out of the shower. The air hitting your dripping body gives you a huge rush through your body. Felling energized you focus on getting ready. The side effects of the excitement you are feeling for the night make it hard to concentrate on the make-up. Your pencils and brushes dancing softly on your face give you the chills. After what seems like hours of getting ready, you're finally ready to leave. You text John as you head out the door and he tells you to head towards Scottsdale and that he'll text you with more specific directions in a little bit. You try to take your time driving even though you are so excited. Heading up the 101 you receive a text from John, giving you directions to some Scottsdale club that you've never been to before. You find a close parking spot and step out into the cool night air. There is only a slight breeze out tonight but it sends a chill through you as soon as it reaches you. You can feel it caressing your skin, gliding up your legs, underneath your skirt to your panty-less womanhood. It almost seems like it is entering you. 

The loud thumping of the music from inside the club grabs your attention as you step into line. Once you step inside the club, you can sense that from the look of the crowd, that you are probably not the only one on a sexual quest tonight. The deep thumping bass goes through your entire body with each thundering pulse. On John's text, he told you to go in and sit at a small reserved table with your name written on a white card sitting atop of it. You look around but with the music, all the people and noise, you can't seem to find it. 

You walk up to the bar and ask the bartender. You find yourself gazing down her small white t-shirt immediately. It looks as if she is about to be in a wet t-shirt contest from her outfit. She is about 5' 8"', just a bit shorter than you; looks about 125 130 lbs; she has long jet-black hair that looks like it reaches to the middle of her ass; she is wearing a short flowing shirt that seems to twist about on its own; she has thick, strong looking legs; and finally bch to what caught your attention in the first place, what looks like a beautiful set of DD's struggling to free themselves from that oh-so-small t-shirt. She leans into to you to answer your question, giving you and ever better view of her amazing chest. She points to an area near the wall. It's secluded and dark. When you turn back to her, you notice her looking just as intensely down your displayed cleavage. You smile and thank her. She replies, "No, Thank YOU!" as she looks you up and down once more before returning to work.

You make your way to the crowd to the secluded area near the wall. You immediately notice the only open table and walk towards it. You see a small envelope with the words "Reserved: Jane" written across the front propped up on the table. You sit down and open it. Inside is a note. It reads:

Hey Babe, I'm glad to see that you made it. I can assure you that tonight will be a very exciting one. I should let you know that I will make sure that I take care of you tonight in EVERY sense of the word. =) Now, I will be joining you in a bit, so until then, just enjoy yourself and the atmosphere. I love you, Enjoy! 

The note brings a sense of anticipation to you and you feel a warm glow inside you. The music seems to pulse with erotic notes and each one of them is traveling through your body. You find yourself rubbing your bare legs together under your skirt as you feel the music come alive. You can feel the air dancing under your skirt, making you moist. Suddenly you feel hot, warm breath on your neck and you close your eyes as you feel kisses caressing your neck and ear. Your breathing becomes heavy as you feel a tongue start to tease you. Suddenly you realize that you have no idea who this is. You struggle to open your eyes only to see John standing behind you. He has a look of pure lust in his eyes. He puts his hand under your chin and lifts your mouth to his as he continues to look into your eyes. Your mouths meet and you both lock in a passionate kiss. Your tongues exploring each others mouths. He pulls away, smiling at you. You catch your breath and come back to the reality that you're sitting at a club, surrounded by hundreds of people. Turning back forward, you look across the crowd as John's hands brush up and down your arms, taking time to pause at the inside of your elbow to tease you with the erotic sensations he knows gets you worked up. Enjoying the feeling of his hands on your skin, you notice a couple sitting across the dance floor. Your not sure but you think you caught them staring at you. 

You glance back at the couple through the crowded dance floor. Watching them, you notice that they appear to be slightly younger than you, both looking Hispanic. The more you stare at them while John caresses your naked skin, the more you find yourself getting aroused once more. Almost feeling a sense of guilt for spying on them, the voyeur in you comes out and you reposition yourself to get a better look at this young couple. Sliding your chair to the side, you can see them talking, moving, touching in their seemingly quiet little booth. You can tell that they believe they are secluded from the rest of the club. You watch them as the guy pulls the girls towards him and starts to kiss her passionately. Your mind recalls when John had just kissed you like that not more than 10 min's ago. Your lips part subconsciously, enjoying the kiss along with the couple. Your tongue moves slowly inside your mouth, mirroring the passionate kiss of the sexy couple. Your eyes wander down, following a hand moving slowly under the table. You see his hand caressing her knee, softly massaging, slowly moving up her thigh. As he seductively moves his hand up her thigh, you can see that the bottom of her skirt is going with it. You watch intensely as his hand finds her now exposed wetness. You see her legs slightly spread under the table, eagerly inviting his strong hand to continue. You are now wiggling slightly in your own seat and even slip your own hand down to your leg, slowly making you way higher. Once again your find yourself mirroring the young couple. 

Your hand has now found its way underneath your skirt, trying to match the movements of the couple. You do not take your eyes off his hand as you see her legs open slightly more and him slide a finger inside of her. You follow and slide a finger in as well. The sudden rush of ecstasy causes you to loose focus and look around. You snap back to reality as you realize that you are still seated in a club with a hundred other people and are shocked to see that the couple you were watching are looking directly at you. Startled, you notice that your hand is still under your skirt under the table. You remove your hand and realize that his hand is still moving slowly underneath their table. The look of lust on her face tells you that they knew that you were watching the whole time. Knowing this sends a wave through your body. You look around the club to see if anyone else is watching them as well. You think that you are the only one that they are putting on this show for. It turns you on even more. 

You look up at John behind you and he kisses you on your lips, sensually brushing his tongue across your lips, teasing you. He smiles sexily at you and hands you a drink. It's a Screwdriver. You take a long sip and immediately feel your body tingling again. You look back towards your sexy friends and are surprised when you see them getting out of their booth. They both look at you as they get up. The sexy girl smiles at you and motions with her finger for you to follow them. They appear to be going to a more secluded part of the club. You quickly turn to John and kiss him passionately on the lips, reaching down to his slacks and grabbing on his rock hard dick that is screaming for your attention. You look into his eyes with what can only be described as pure lust. Then you get up, grab his hand and pull him to follow you. As you make your way through the crowd your eyes search frantically for the young couple as you walk hurriedly in the direction that the left in. You can feel the cool air hit the moisture between your legs as you walk. The sensation only adds to your heightened arousal. Then your heart skips a beat and starts to pound inside your chest as you see them again, dancing together seductively to the erotic music. 

You have a hard time making your way towards them because it is so crowded in this area, but it is also very dark with the exception of the flashing strobe light and beams of colorful lights that are swaying over the dance floor and people in unison with the music. As soon she see you again her eyes light up sexily and she positions herself so she can face you. Her boyfriends back towards you. There is a rail around the floor to separate the people dancing from the spectators. Most of the area behind the floor is vacant since everyone seems to be dancing. You see her back herself up to the rail behind her and she lifts her leg around her mans leg. Your eyes dart down as her skirt rises to show you much of her silky thigh. Unable to concentrate on dancing, you grab John's hand and take him to a small table with stools behind your sexy new friend. Sitting down you face the dance floor so you can see your new friend. Before you know it, your hand has dropped down to your thighs and is softly caressing the inside of your thigh. John, who is standing behind you, follows your lead and starts kissing your neck. The feel of his lips against your skin is incredible. He whispers into your ear how he wants to take you right there in the club. This area of the club is almost completely dark so you don't worry about being seen when John's hand makes its way to your cleavage. His hand teases the top of your overflowing breast. 

Occasionally sliding a finger inside the edge of your top to brush against your nipple that is now rock hard. Your friend on the dance floor sees this and smiles a knowing smile at you. She gives a quick glance around and realizes exactly how dark it is. Deciding that there is no way that someone will see unless they are directly focusing on either of you, she makes her way towards you. Your heartbeat quickens as she approaches the rail. She looks at you with lust in here eyes and seductively starts moving her hands over her own body. Licking her lips as John pinches your nipple, you imagine her mouth sucking on your tits. The thought sends chills down your spine. John, still kissing your neck and teasing your ear with his tongue, reaches forward and turns your head towards him. His lips immediately find yours and he thrusts his tongue in your mouth for one of the most erotic kisses you've ever had. 

While John is kissing you, his hand wanders down towards your bare legs. His hands exploring you, moving slowly under the hem of your skirt. You close your eyes and let out a noticeable moan when his fingers find your wetness, immediately giving attention to your clit. His touch sends waves of ecstasy through your body and you open your eyes to try to regain your control. As soon as you do, you notice that your friend is still watching very intensely and has her own hand beneath her skirt. Seeing this turns you on even more and you open your legs to giver John better access to your pussy. John notices and slides a finger inside of you. You are looking directly at your new friend and you can see that she is trying to put on a good show for you. Your hips are moving in rhythm to John's fingers. He is still fingering you while rubbing softly on your clit at the same time. Your friend looks as if she is making love right in front of you. Her body gyrating to the music, her right hand obviously rubbing her clit and her other hand giving attention to her tits. She looks at you and licks her lips. You can tell that she is getting closer to cumming and the sheer thought of her cumming for you starts you over the edge. 

You move your hips faster into Johns's hand. Bucking your pussy against his hand. You hear John whisper in your ear that he wants you to cum and your pussy starts to tremble. You can feel it inside you, flowing, closer. Suddenly you start to shake as you begin to cum. You look into her eyes and she looks so envious, wanting to cum with you. John slows down but continues to massage around your clit and lets you enjoy the full orgasm. When you are done, your friend motions for you to join her on the dance floor. You reach down and take John's hand from under your skirt. Without ever loosing eye contact, you bring his hand to your mouth and suck your juices from his fingers as you look lustfully at her. She briefly closes her eyes, imagining what you might taste like. You stand up and tell John to follow you. Walking out to the floor you never take your eyes from her. As soon as you step out onto the dance floor, you feel the deep bass from the speakers massaging your entire body. You start to move with the music as you walk up to your friend who is still looking at you with animal lust. Neither of you say a word to each other. 

You are almost a little scared from the way she is looking at you. Your heart feels like it will burst from your chest. As soon as you are close enough, she reaches her hand out to you. You extend yours and she pulls you slowly towards her while she moves her body seductively to the music. With her other hand, she reaches up and touches your face, pulling you closer to her. Inches from her face, she leans in to you. Her silky lips touch yours and she begins to kiss you. Her touch, ever so soft and gentle. Her tongue slowly entering your mouth, almost as if asking permission. You answer by opening your own and extending your own tongue as you pull her body to yours. Her kiss is so different than John's but just as erotic. You no longer care who can see the two of you and your kiss her passionately, your hands beginning to explore her body. Her hands doing the same. Suddenly you feel an added touch. John begins to kiss your neck. The feel of her tongue dancing with yours and John's teasing your neck and ear send you back to ecstasy. You let your hands drop down to her ass. She quickly reaches down and slightly lifts the edge of her skirt, granting you access to her body. Your hand slips under to find a firm, full ass. Feeling her bare flesh in your hands makes your pussy twitch under your skirt. Which now seems to have found its way up. 

You can feel John behind you, back to work under your skirt. She pulls away from you and looks at you. Her eyes wandering from your eyes, down to your neck. Her hands follow her eyes and touch everywhere she is looking. Almost inspecting you. Her touch is soft, gentle. She makes her way down to your chest. Her fingers tracing the top of your shirt. Teasing you. She leans forward and kisses your cleavage. The sensation is heightened as John finds your pussy once again from behind. As soon as he slides a finger back into you, she pulls your top down slightly and takes your nipple into her mouth. You try to return the favor and reach down to take her tits into your own hands. You can feel that she is not wearing a bra and can feel her nipples poking through her top. She moans into your breast and presses her tits to your hand. She reaches down and joins John under your skirt. She quickly finds your clit and begins to give it attention. You close your eyes and lean your head back. Enjoying the feeling of both of their hands on your pussy. You reach back and find John's hard dick. Begging to be set free. Wanting to feel his flesh as well, you reach back with your other hand and lower his zipper. You reach inside his pants and pull out his hard dick. He reaches up and grabs the back of your hair, pulling you to him. You can feel the heat from his dick on your bare ass. She immediately knows what she wants to happen next and reaches between your legs and finds his dick. 

With one hand she spreads your lips and with the other she guides him to you. She leans you forward and takes your face in her hands once more. Your eyes open just in time to look into hers as she kisses you. At the exact same time, you can feel John sliding into you. Filling you with his throbbing dick. The combinations of her tongue in your mouth and his dick filling you up cause you to moan loudly. The dance floor has become more crowded and you are sure no one is paying attention to the few of you in the corner. John starts sliding in and out of you. Reaching around massaging your now free tits. Your friend taking the opportunity to take your tits into her mouth, alternating between the two. She is now working feverishly on your clit. Determined to make you cum right there in-between the both of them. John starts moving in circular motions, twisting his dick inside of you. She sees that you are close again and she takes a quick glance around. She looks at you once more and gives you a quick kiss on the lips as she lowers herself. Only this time she does not stop at your exposed tits. She makes her way down until she is kneeling in front of you. She lifts up your skirt and slowly leans into you with her tongue. Her tongue finds your clit. John is still thrusting into you from behind and the added feeling of her tongue is too much. You can feel her tongue move back and forth between your clit to John dick that is sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. She brings her attention back you your clit and your can feel yourself getting close once more. John is thrusting into you with slow steady motions and she is circling your clit with her tongue. She starts to flick your clit directly with her hot tongue as Johns thrusts get harder and harder. You can feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. The lights, the music, her tongue and this hard dick pounding into is too much for you. You start to cum. Your body tenses up as she sucks your clit into her mouth, refusing to let it go. John is fucking you non-stop now. Pounding away with hard, deep thrusts. You cum all over her mouth and his dick. Your eyes open at the intensity of it. You see her John staring at you from the table in the corner. You cum again and again.



The Club



She is downing her fourth margarita since I first noticed her out on the dance floor. The only times she WASN'T out on the floor was to pound down her drink and order another or during a slow song cause she is obviously alone. We make eye contact yet again, she smiles slightly thought her long black hair matted to her sweaty head, neck and gorgeous cleavage. She is dressed to rock and fuck: black leather skirt, matching high heeled boots, black mesh tank top revealing her black lacy bra beneath.

I sit on my bar stool the entire night and stare. In my entire life I have never seen someone so beautiful and sexy. From her features, she seems to be hispanic, a type of woman that I have always found alluring and have ha a constant hard on the entire night.

As the hour got late she seemed to start to wind down and seem like she wants to leave. On her way towards the front of the club, she passes right past me. As she strolls towards me, she smiles seductively again and as she passes get an overpowering scent of patchouli, vanilla and intoxicating sweat that makes my head swim.

I turn in my seat and she gives me one last smile before she walks out the door. My mind it's made up then and there, I have to have her.

I quickly pay my tab and run out the front door in time to see this beauty walk into the parking garage across the street from the club. Running to catch up, I see her take the elevator, she notices me and smiles again, she wants me to follow. Sprinting up the stairs I arrive on the fourth floor, which is at this late hour 90% deserted, and see her walking to her SUV. She hears a noise, looks over her shoulder and see me and smiles again. I quicken my pace ane she seems to slow down and i am able to catch up with her just as she is about to open the drivers door.

"Excuse me miss," I say as I grab her hand with her keys and feel the electricity between us "but I don't feel you are in any condition to drive"

"Oh really?" She asks

"Yes ma-am. I think we would both feel better if "I" drove you"

There us a long silence and no immediate protest from her and take that as my cue. I wrap my arms around get from behind and bury my face into the nape of her neck, inhaling her breathtaking aroma. Along with the patchouli/vanilla/sweat smell, I start to detect another aroma, the musky smell of sex, she is dripping pussy juice.

She is struggling a little bit, but not the struggling of someone being raped, but the struggling of someone who doesn't want to be too easy.

I slide my right hand down the front of her skirt and back up the inside. I know why I smelled her pussy so strongly now, she is not wearing any panties and her shaved bald pussy is gushing in torrents down the insides of her thighs. It takes no effort the slide my middle finger deep into her streaming hot gash and I get moan of pleasure out of her.

With my other hand I cup her right breast and pinch the nipple and squeeze the breast at the same time. She is still not giving ready access but is still not putting up a notable resistance. I nibble and bite at her neck causing her to moan louder and push her ass back onto my raging hard on, while the underside of my knuckle rubs her clit.

I start to finger her pussy faster and faster and my hand becomes drenched in the waterfall of juice her pussy has become. 

After several minutes, i feel her thighs start to clamp together and her breathing become more erratic, tepoing me she is having one hell of an orgasm.

"Uhhhhhhnnnnn" She manages to grunt out as she starts to go limp from her cum.

She stars to go weak in the knees and I catch her, opening her car door so she can rest on the seat. As she is bent over the drivers seat I look at her perfect ass and decide that I should drive. I quickly look around to see if anyone has come by yet and being satisfied that the answer is no, unbutton and unzip my jeans. Listing the back of her leather skirt I jam my cock deeply into her pussy before she can object. I loud gasp escapes her lips as I grab her hips and bury my cock balls deep into her hot wet sex. 

I am a man possessed, I ram my cock hard and deep into her pussy with unbridled lust, my pace never slowing or faltering.

"Oh god babe, you feel so tight. Your pussy is so hot and wet." I growl.

My talk must be too much for her and I start to feel her pussy clamp onto my cock as her second orgasm starts and it sends me over the edge and I'm splashing the inside of her with my hot cum.

We stay locked together for several more minutes before my shrinking cock flops out of her in a silent splat.

I quickly pull up my pants and zip back up. 

I lean over kiss her on the cheek.

"That was amazing." I say as I leave my business card on her dashboard and walk away.

As I look back,i see her still bent over the seat of the SUV with my cum starting to dribble down the insides of her thighs. I get instantly hard again.

"I hope she calls me." I think to myself as I reach the stairs.



The Club



Meet Amber: a 28 year old vet. Amber is the ideal woman; brown hair, walnut eyes, perfect teeth, well fit body and amazing in bed. After a brake up with a boyfriend Amber would find herself in a bit of trouble with 4 men. Her brother 27 year old Jake, her ex 28 year old Dylan. A handsome man with brown hair fan skin and striking green eyes, the man she fancied Zack a young blonde 28 year old. Plus the man that forced Dylan to leave her; 28 year old Sam. The most handsome of the 4 with blonde hair deep brown eyes and an extremely fit body. All 4 have reason to get at Amber: Jake and Zack were raped by a few of Amber's friends Dylan and Sam were both deceived by her. Now she must face all 4 and get what she wants. Amber stood naked in a stone room her arms were crossed over her breasts and she was trying to cover her pussy. 

"Look at this slut!"

2 men she recognized walked over to her one was an ex and one was her own brother! 

"Jake, Dylan please don't hurt me!" 

Jake felt her soft breast and Dylan ran his hand over her warm cunt,

"Please don't!" 

Another man the friend of both walked in and put a hand on her mouth pulling her arms back and her legs up and out so they could see her dripping wet cunt,

"Look at how wet she is, Slut!"

Amber fought against Zack who held her firm and let her speak,

"Please don't I'm sorry! Let me go! Zack please!" 

Dylan crouched in front of her and licked her cunt tasting all her juices, Jake slapped her and whispered in her ear,

"We own you now whore you're not getting out of here without our permission!" 

Amber screamed pulling as Zack drug her over to a long pole hanging over a table of some sort,

"Now you get to take all 3 of us in your dirty slut holes!" 

Jake got under Amber as Dylan and Zack chained her arms over her head,

"Let go of me please Jake I'm your sister!""

Jake took no notice of Amber's screams and shoved his 8 inch cock deep into her cunt! She moaned and screamed as Zack shoved his cock deep in her ass. Then Dylan put his legs on either side of Jake and shoved his cock deep into her throat face fucking her. As she screamed Dylan shoved his cock to the back of her throat gagging her, she choked and he pulled out of her mouth letting her breathe,

"Please don't keep going it hurts so bad!" 

She moaned and quivered as Jake and Zack continued to mercilessly slam her rapidly! Dylan put his mouth next to her ear and whispered,

"Jake told you we own you if you try to leave!"

Amber shook her head and was about to protest when Dylan shoved his cock back in her mouth,

"Oh yeah her ass is so tight!"

Zack rammed her ass faster as he reached his climax. Amber screamed as Zack shot his hot sticky cum deep in her ass. 

"O god it feels so good!" 

Jake continued to ram her pussy as Zack took a brake. Then Dylan winced and started to fuck her mouth harder. He abruptly shot his cum in her mouth and said take his dick out of her mouth,

"Bend over and let him taste it" 

Amber was forced down were Jake took some of Dylan's cum in his mouth making mmmh sounds as he swallowed his friends cum,

"Let Zack lick your mouth clean"

Amber twisted her head around to kiss Zack. His tongue went into her mouth and licked her tongue and the insides of her cheek taking all the cum out. 

"Your cum is so sweet!" 

Dylan laughed and pulled Amber's head back on his shaft. Eventually the 3 pulled pulled out of her and Jake kissed her licking the rest of the cum out, 

"We were thinking who is someone you fucked while dating me?" 

Dylan taunted her as he slowly slid 2 fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She moaned and shuddered then Jake continued,

"You got him in trouble with all sorts of people!" 

Dylan finished sneering as he rubbed her clit with his thumb this time she soaked his hand,

"He has a real nice 10 inch cock with a huge girth...blonde maybe?"

Amber moaned as she thought of the man her lips parted slightly to say, 

"Don't ask him to come here it's too embarrassing!" 

Dylan chuckled his hand becoming soaked as she fought the urge to cum, 

"I think you want to fuck Zack, Jake me AND Sam!" 

Jake slapped Amber's ass licking her nipple. Amber shook her head and screamed,

"No please! Please I'm sorry what did I do please!?" 

Jake whispered in her ear. Nibbling her neck lightly forcing another sigh of pleasure out of her,

"Me and Zack were raped because of you little sister!"

He sneered. Dylan whispered and bit the other side of her neck,

"You cheated on me and I think this is how we can all get you back! Sam was beat by your father because he fucked you he needs his pleasure from you!"

She shook her head and Zack caressed her sweet ass smiling as they waited. The all 4 heard footsteps a zipper then a shuffle,

"Please I know what I did I won't do anything again let me go!"

Jake slapped her ass making her moan softly,

"Shut up! If you act this way in front of the club they won't let you go ever!" 

Sam walked in the room putting his crutch against the door then walking to Amber. She watched him limp to her with an ecstasy filled gaze. 

"You know Whore I broke my leg because of you! Lucky I'm walking now or I would have slammed a vibrator deep in your ass by now!" 

Zack rubbed Ambers clit his thumb in her ass. He commented jokingly,

"I'm the one who fucks her ass!" 

Sam bent down wincing as he bent his bad leg, with his face in her pussy he whispered,

"I'm going to enjoy taking you to the club!" 

Amber looked up at the 4 men bent over her now fearing what the club was,

"What club!?"

Jake ran his hand over her breast her nipple as he passed it, this made her pussy squirt juices over Sam's tongue,

"We're taking you where all masters take their sluts!" Amber about protested when Dylan kissed her hard making her teeth crack,

"She's going to be a good whore!" 

Sam flicked her clit lightly with his tongue,

"Lucky for you I don't hit girls I screw with their minds with pleasure!"

Amber shook her head scared as the 4 men talked quietly until they decided what to do. Amber was tied up her arms behind her back Zack holding them as he slowly shoved his cock into her. He wasn't as long as Sam or the others but he had a huge girth of 4 inches! She screamed in pleasure as he shoved in harder forcing 6 inches deep in her,

"Please let go of me!" 

Sam lightly pinched her tit and made her squeal. Jake slapped her making her stay quiet. Dylan slid into her ass with Zack making her scream and moan! A small tear fell out of her eye as her ass was spread wide,

"Oh shit that's a tight fit!" 

Dylan started to pound her and Jake slid his cock into her pussy as she stood her feet wide,

"Oh god it hurts!" 

Sam lifted her leg and slowly slid his cock in her dripping wet cunt!

"NO! IT HURTS!" 

She tried to get away from the men but Zack pulled her back and slammed his cock deep in her. A small tear fell out of her eye as as the 4 men fucked her as fast as they could! Suddenly Jake pulled out and squirted his warm cum all over Amber's breasts,

"Oh shit!"

Dylan and Zack shot their cum deep in Amber's ass as Sam shot his cum in her pussy. Amber kissed Dylan lightly then they let go of her as she panted,

"Thank you" 

Zack twisted her head around again and kissed her deeply,

"You still have one more journey with us!"

Zack dressed Amber up in a short skirt, without panties, and a shirt that only covered her breasts. Dylan got the rest of her outfit together while Sam got his girlfriend, willingly, ready to go as another sex-slave. Jake and Sam teamed up to master Sam's girlfriend and Zack's sister Sophie: a young blonde with deep blue eyes and a happy personality. Jack and Dylan were masters to Amber. Amber and Sophie sat in the back of the car between Sam and Dylan as Jake and Zack drove to the club where girls could show off their bodies and men could fuck them silly.

Amber sat between her 2 masters looking on the stage nervously. A girl was pulled up and shook her butt to the crowd of men taught them with a flash of her pussy.

"Dylan do I have to go up there and....do THAT!?" 

Zack answered since Dylan was too busy whooping and shouting comments at the couple on stage. 

"Not if you really don't want to love" 

Jake and Sam got up pulling Sophie with them. Amber whispered, 

"You're okay with this!?"

Sophie nodded "Yes I trust Sam enough." 

Amber was pulled up and in stead of resisting she teased the men as she walked by.

"What are you doing?"

"Trusting you" 

Dylan kissed her as soon as they got on stage. The crowd cheered,

"Come on slut show us your pussy!" 

Amber turned around and rose her skirt showing her pussy! 

"Look at that! You 2 banging her?" 

Zack went behind her and stuck a finger in her pussy! 

"Hell yah fuck the bitch!" 

Zack yelled out "Let's see some money and maybe you can see her tits!" 

Amber lifted her shirt just a little and the men had money! Jake took some and Zack pulled the shirt off Amber. 

"You want a feel?" 

Sam taunted more men by grabbing one of Amber's tits and asscheek. Sophie and Amber were both up for the next round. Amber in doggie on a bed. Sophie in a sling with her legs spread wide. The men in the audience were now allowed up to pay and fuck the girls. The first man up chose Sophie to fuck. She wiggled her fingers and blew a kiss to him 

"Come on give it to me I want it rough! Choke me if you dare!" 

Sam rolled his eyes but got the information about the man: free of any STD all he needed to know. Sophie took the cock in her pussy moaning loudly, the man put a hand around her neck and choke her lightly. 

"Yeah pound me harder choke me I need it!" 

The man was sweating profusely and screaming along with Sophie. She squeezed her pussy and the man pulled out squirting his cum all over her tits. 

"Who else want to fuck 'em?" 

Jake then slapped Amber's ass lightly,

"Do you like this big sis?" 

Amber glared up at her brother,

"How could you screw me!? I'll tell Mom and Dad!" 

"Well what will they say if I tell them you were a slut with hundreds of men!" 

Amber thought then said "Ok fine!" 

Jake grabbed a condom then slid into Amber's twat! Jake pounded Amber with all he had using his hips, chest and legs to power thrust his cock into his sister's pussy. 

"Yes fuck me harder! I love your cock little brother!"

Sophie heard a call in the crowd "Yeah man fuck your sis!" 

Sophie shouted to the men "Hey fucker! Climb up here and fuck me!" 

The crowd cheered as the heavy man jumped on stage and licked Sophie's pussy. Sam was holding Sophie touching her tits rolling her nipples between fingers. Dylan and Zack were getting head from 2 sexy women who had come from back stage: regular waitresses. 3 hours and countless men later the group went off stage and into the bathrooms. Jake talked with his sister holding her tight

"I'm sorry sissy"

Amber nuzzled into Jake and said whispering,

"I loved every moment thank you!"



The Club



They entered the club and were greeted warmly by a long-time acquaintance. She was a dark haired beauty, and the one who had first told them about this place and used her membership to get them in. It wasn't that it was exclusive. It was off-limits to outsiders. You had to know someone just to learn the address.

She ushered them through the very legitimate looking bar area, through an unmarked door and up a set of stairs. The place was bigger than it looked from the outside. At the top of the stairs was another door. She scanned an access card and it opened. Inside it was like another world.

Everyone was naked. This was expected, given that it was a sex club. Not exactly a swingers club. You didn't have to swing to hang out and watch, though unaccompanied men were forbidden unless they were there to participate. 

They first had to remove their own clothing. There was something of a posh locker room to do that in. All phones or other devices had to be locked up as well. No pictures. Then there were the bracelets. All colour coded. Red meant "watching/not swinging/with a dedicated partner/off limits." Green obviously meant anything, and anyone, goes. In between there was a veritable colour language. Blue for gay men looking for action. A black stripe meant oral only. Pink for women looking for women. And so on. And they could be mixed. If you were bi-curious guy looking to try a little oral action with an attractive she-male, or a woman interested in experiencing double penetration, there was a band combination for you. They each took a red one and followed their friend inside.

On every table were condoms. In every drawer, gloves and lube. In every corner, on every surface, there was sex happening. They watched as an insanely well hung black man had his cock licked by three women at once, as another sucked the tip. They made a mental note to try to find him later to see him in action. A petite Asian woman was bent over the end of a couch and was being filled by a muscular white guy with tattoos while she sucked off his friend.

They grabbed a couple of drinks and found a place to sit in another room. In here there was a veritable orgy happening. She focused her attention on their friend, who had gotten cozy with another woman on a thick rug. They were licking each other in a 69 position, moaning and writhing. She could see her sliding her fingers in and out of the other woman's wet pussy and she felt her own getting wet.

His eyes were everywhere. There were women posed every which way, taking it however they could. Some by two (or more) men and women. A group ended up right in front of him. A beautiful dark skinned woman and two men. But when she turned around, he saw that she wasn't quite a woman. Her cock was long and slender, with a slight curve to it. Her tits were full and round, with long, firm nipples. He watched her suck each of the guys, kneeling right in front of him, as though putting on a show. Her tongue swirled around the tip of one, then the other as she went back and forth between them. Both cocks were rock hard, as was his. She made eye contact with him and smiled. Then she stopped sucking and turned around. One cock followed her. The other stepped behind her and quickly donned a condom (house rules). 

His wife watched his eyes as he watched this black tranny get fucked right in front of him. His cock was twitching as he took in the action. She looked back at their friend, who was now being fucked by a redhead with a bright blue dildo. She was screaming with pleasure as the woman licked her clit and fucked her hard.

The tall guy doing the tranny in front of them groaned and they both watched his cock and balls pulse as he came. The guy being sucked off had long finished and moved on. The tranny's cock remained untouched.

He looked at his wife, and was surprised to hear himself say that he wanted to exchange coloured bands. She did too, so they returned to the main lobby. He got a combination that let others know that he was interested in first time action, mainly with a shemale. She grabbed a pink band with no conditions.

They returned to where they had just been, and the dark ladyboy was lounging on the couch. She smiled at them, as though she knew they were coming back for her. Her cock was still hard, and she moved over to let him have a seat. Once he sat down, she stood, her cock directly in front of him. He nervously moved forward, and parted his lips. The tip slid in, and as It did, his mouth naturally opened wider. Soon he was sliding over her cock, listening to her moan as he sucked and licked her. Her hands went to the back of his head and she gently fucked his face for a while. He looked up to see his wife sucking on the tranny's dark nipples. His cock was aching. But the tranny had other ideas.

She drew him off the couch, to his knees, and turned him around. Taking a glove and some lube, she slowly worked her finger into his ass, lightly touching his cock with her other hand. He heard himself moan as she worked him open. When she paused, he looked at his wife, who was fixated on the action in front of her. Their friend walked up behind her and gently cupped her breasts. It would be their turn soon.

He felt big, dark hands on his ass, spreading him open. His wife stared at her husband's tight hole and watched as the shemale's long, slender cock pressed against it. She held it there a moment, before sliding the tip in. He drew in a quick breath, and then relaxed as his body opened to receive her cock. He felt himself press back against her. Taking him by the hips, she mounted him, sliding deep inside. His wife watched his ass get completely filled. He could feel the tranny's balls slapping against him as her rhythm picked up. He was being fucked by a ladyboy while his wife watched and it felt incredible.

She guided him gently onto his back and pushed his legs towards his shoulders. From here, his wife could watch his ass take the cock more clearly. She was squirming as her friend's fingers ran along her own ass crack. The shemale slid deep inside of her husband again, burying her entire cock inside of him. She fucked him like that for a long time, working his asshole into a frenzy of pleasure. His breath quickened, his hips bucked against the dark cock and his own ached for release. His wife had to join in, and bent down, taking her husband's cock into her mouth. He moaned loudly as she sucked him off, the long, dark cock pounding his ass. He felt the ladyboy stiffen, and she buried herself deep inside of him. As her cock erupted, he felt every spasm vibrate through his body. That was enough to set him off, and he came in his wife's eager mouth.

She was still hot, but her husband was temporarily out of commission, so she turned her attention back to their friend, who had curled up on a pile of pillows. The two shared a lingering kiss before she moved her head down and drew a firm nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it for a while, flicking her tongue over it, enjoying the feel of it. Her hands rubbed over the woman's smooth skin, along her thigh and over her stomach. Their bodies moved slowly as they explored one another. And then she found herself between the brunette's parted thighs, her pink slit wet and inviting. She reached out a finger and touched her wetness. A moan escaped from both of them. She had long fantasized about this. Parting the swollen pink lips, she rubbed her finger over the clit. It was firm and inviting. Her tongue followed, and soon she was sucking and licking her friend's cunt, listening to her moan and feeling her squirm. Her fingers found their way inside, and she began to work her harder, sucking her and fingering her g-spot for some time. She felt a hand on her ass, and glanced back just long enough to see another Asian woman, with beautiful small tits and a thin patch of hair over her pussy. Before she could get back to licking her friend to orgasm, the Asian woman slipped a dildo deep inside of her. She was being fucked by a woman while sucking the clit of another. She reached under and rubbed her own pussy hard as her friend screamed, a climax rocking her body. The Asian woman fucked harder, as though willing an orgasm out of her as well, and her body quickly gave in.

Spent, she turned her attention back to where her husband had been, but he wasn't there. Watching her suck another woman's clit while being fucked from behind had revived his cock. Which drew a bit of a crowd. When she found him, he had another cock in his mouth, while a muscular young Latino man was fingering his ass. They had been waiting for her, but she wasn't ready quite yet. 

The black ladyboy returned, this time for a returned favour. She watched as the dark skinned tranny lay on her back opened her ass up. The Latino rolled a condom onto her husband's willing, but unsure cock and guided it in. He watched his cock disappear into her body as his hand instinctively reached out to pump hers. The skin was taught and smooth, and the whole thing was incredibly hard. His hips rocked as his hand slid up and down the length of her shaft. 

Glancing over, he saw a guy whisper in his wife's ear and slip a yellow band on her wrist. That meant that she wanted a fantasy fulfilled. The guy took out some lube and applied it liberally to her willing ass. As his own cock sank deep into her, she moaned and smiled at her husband. He knew what she wanted. The ladyboy's body twitched as she came quickly. He pulled out of her ass and removed the condom. Positioning himself, he invited his wife onto his cock. She happily obliged and slid down onto him. Her ass was soon filled again, and she could feel both cocks pumping her full. He could feel the other guy's balls slapping against his, and soon he filled his wife with cum.

The night continued, but with fantasies fulfilled, they headed home, tired and spent, having had an incredibly memorable night.



The Club



Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance. The music blared through the sound system as she swiveled round on the pole. She felt very powerful when she was doing this, she knew all the men wanted her, it gave her a thrill. She bounced her round and ample ass up and down, twerking in time to the music. 

He watched her with a certain interest. She had everything he liked in a woman, her breasts were ample and so was her ass and thighs. The sight of her twerking made him hard and he wanted to do so much more to her flawless skin, pretty face and ass. 

She finished her shift and got off the stage. The night had been good, the money stuffed in her underwear was indicative of the fact that she had indeed been able to please. She went to the bar to get a drink and unwind. Sitting there, sipping on it, it occurred to her that she might have a client that night, getting drunk was not the wisest thing to do. Shifting in her seat, she noticed a man staring at her and talking to the owner of the club. 

She had seen him watch her dance. He had magnetic eyes and a perfect build, she felt drawn to him, he made her mouth water.

She put her glass back down on the bar and struck up conversation with the barman. His presence next to her was almost felt. She shivered a bit with tension. 

'A vodka cranberry for the lady', a smooth voice spoke out. 

He knew her drink without her even having looked at him. The drink was passed to her and she felt a hand on her back. This was not allowed for the most part, not without prior arrangement.

'I'm sorry sir; you can't touch me like that, rules'.

'Oh? Well I apologize, its just that when a lady makes herself look so good, one can hardly be blamed can one?'

The way he said it made her melt inside. She felt his raw sexual energy and it made her pussy wet. She wanted to be dominated by his perfect form, fucked hard and owned. Flushing, she downed her drink.

'I'm going to fuck you', he said softly, as if reading her thoughts, 'I'm going to own that body of yours, you will be mine tonight, and I'll do whatever I want with you'.

'You can't do whatever you want. I'm not one of those girls, anyway it'll cost you a lot of money, and all of those ones are off duty tonight, I can only offer you standard services'.

The whole of her insides were cursing the fact that she wasn't a 'one stop shop' as they were affectionately referred to. 

He pressed a cheque for ten thousand into her hand. 

'I've taken care of this', he said.

'Well, that changes everything', she said, looking up and seeing her manager nod as if to say go with him.

They entered her back room of the club. She kept it plush, velvet on the bed, a huge dresser with all sorts of toys and a hog tie attached to the ceiling.

'Strip, slut', he commanded. 

She did so, the sound of his voice making her pussy ache.

He looked around in the drawers and found an array of dildo's, vibrators, eggs, clamps and restraints.

'Are these all for my use on you?'

'Yes sir, they are'.

'Lie on your back and present yourself to me'.

She did as she was told and opened up her tight, waxed, glistening pussy. She was so wet and ready. He clamped her nipples and started working a bullet vibrator on her clit. She began to moan and thrash, her pussy dripping.

'I need your cock!', she cried out, 'please fuck me!'.

He laughed in a soft, sadistic manner. 

'Not yet slut, I'm only getting started'.

He continued to work her clit, noticing how enticing her pussy lips looked, all swollen and wet, and how hot she looked with clamps on her nipples.

He reached for a vibrating egg. He switched it on and placed it inside her warm, wet pussy. This drove her mad, she bucked her hips and thrashed around creating a wet spot. He got up and dropped his pants.

Leaning her head over the bed, he stuck his long, thick cock into her throat, watching it bulge in her throat, as he controlled the egg within her. She skillfully wrapped her lips around his cock, and slid it effortlessly into her throat. He began a slow fucking motion, still watching it bulge in her throat. She was very skilled and he felt that he would climax too early, if he let this carry on. 

Shifting her back into the bed, he taped over her mouth and brought the hog tie down. When she was all trussed up, he squirted some lube into her pussy and ass.

By this time she was wild and horny with desire, being tied up and helpless making her even more aroused.

He licked her pussy unexpectedly, tasting its sweetness, feeling how it convulsed beneath his tongue. He was determined to make her his bitch. He removed the egg, her pussy practically clinging onto it for dear life, and replaced it with a dildo. She screamed behind the tape with pleasure.

'I see you like cock, you filthy slut'.

She nodded and didn't argue. She looked so hot with all her limbs tied up and a dildo sticking out of her pussy. He lubed up his cock and slid it into her tight ass. She whimpered, but he made her shut up by spanking her luscious ass. Her hole and cheeks closed around his cock and he was lost in the tightness. She began to contract her sphincter, gently massaging his cock. He dug his hands into her flesh, while he enjoyed the vibrations of the dildo that he could feel through her wall. 

Wanting to make a complete whore of her, he reached for the bullet vibrator and another dildo. He put the vibrator back on her clit and the dildo in her mouth. She started deepthroating the dildo, while he fucked her ass with his cock, her pussy with another dildo, and worked her clit and nipples with clamps and the small vibrator. 

He started riding her ass hard, she moaning and making muffled screams. She felt electrified, she was his, he owned her body, giving her wanton pussy and ass a good fucking.

He could not hold on much longer, the sensation of her ass and the look of her was too much. He pulled out of her and spayed rope after rope of hot, sticky cum onto her skin. she for her part, had orgasmed four times in the space of the last few minutes. He let her loose from the ties. She looked up at him like a naughty school girl and made a show of eating his cum, while the dildo was still in her pussy. 

That image turned him on so much, in to time he switched the dildo to her ass and fucked her tight, warm pussy, all while she was bent over the bed. She twerked gently, making her ass ripple up and down, with the dildo buried in it. He came again, coating her back and leaving her weak and breathless.

'From now on you are mine only, mine to fuck and to have'.

'Yes master', she happily replied. 



The Club



"I am so glad you came, come right in here, this is where I conduct all of the interviews."

Gayle was a very attractive woman in her late 30s, though she could have been just a really hot woman in her 40s. She was definitely a bit older in an "I know what I want" kind of way. Since Holly was only 25, and just finding out what she really wants, it was comforting for Holly to have such a strong, beautiful woman guiding her and her husband. Holly had been so young when she had married the older Jim, that she had really not fully explored her needs and desires.

"Let's get this out of the way first." Before they could blink, Holly and her husband Jim had their blood drawn by Gayle and processed into sample packages to go off to the lab.

"Wow, you are so quick at that!" Holly was impressed that she did it so quickly so as not to even make her fear it.

"I was a nurse in a former life, Holly. I know what I am doing."

"So, you answered the craigslist ad because you, Holly, are wanting something more. It is not always an issue that your partner, Jim is your husband, right? I thought so. It is not always an issue of what he lacks, but might just be an issue of what else you need."

Gayle got right to the point, and Holly liked that. Holly had been frustrated with Jim's lovemaking for some time now, and she was not even sure why. It was not that his cock was small, which it is, but perhaps it was something more.

"Jim, Honey, are you devoted to Holly?"

"Yes...totally..." Jim stammered. The whole experience was a bit much for Jim, but he really truly loved Holly and was so infatuated and in love with her and her amazing body and beautiful features. They had been married for 6 years now, but even he understood that she was not getting what she needed.

"And so you want what is best for her, even if it means you cannot give it to her?"

"Absolutely! I love Holly and I adore her, but I realize that, even with my best efforts, there is something that I just cannot do for her."

"And what is that, Jim? Can you put your finger on it?"

"Well, I...uh...I guess..."

Gayle smiled, good at what she does. "Holly, do you want to help Jim out? Be honest, the sooner you are the better it will be for everyone and you two can move forward."

"Well, Gayle, I mean, Jim, you just...it is hard to say, and I want to say first that when you lick me and make me cum, it is amazing, I do NOT want that to stop, under any circumstances...but the truth is...when you fuck me, it is not enough. Your cock... Is not ...enough." Holly was visibly disturbed to have to put it into words.

Gayle smiled knowingly. She had heard all of this before.

"Let me just start out by telling you about our Club. There are Members and there are Supporters. Holly, you already qualify to be a Member, as you are wanting "more" and you are young and hot. As soon as we get your test results back."

Holly smiled, liking that she met Gayle's qualifications.

"Jim, you would qualify as a Supporter, if you agreed to some rules and requirements."

"What are they?" Jim asked, with a certain eagerness that belied his interest in seeing Holly get what she deserved.

"Jim, you would have to agree to help host the parties for the Members. That would mean you sign up to do some duty, such as food, fluffer, cleanup, setup, things like that. And you would have to pay. Members do not pay, just Supporters. In return, you get to be at the party, even though you may have a duty to attend to, you will definitely get to see a lot, and especially, you will get to see Holly with the other Members."

"OK. I can agree to that."

"I like that you do not ask other questions, Jim, like how much you have to pay or questions about the duties. You will make a fine supporter."

"The other rules are simple. Anything goes, so long as you always, I mean always, pass blood tests before every event. We take no chances, so if you are having sex with anyone else, including Jim, I suggest it is strictly safe sex practices."

"Why is this so important, Gayle?" Holly asked, looking innocent and pure.

"Well, Holly, it is because our Members prefer not to use protection with each other in or outside of our events. Everyone has agreed that the freedom and passion of not using any safe sex practices within the Membership is waaaay hotter and all of the Supporters agree too. They like it when their wives and girlfriends are free to fully indulge in the benefits of Membership." Gayle slightly winked on that last word, which was not lost on Holly.

"Jim, there is another rule I neglected to mention. You are not allowed to do anything at the events, or if there is a private date with a Member that you attend, unless a Member gives you permission and if they ask you to do something, you have to do it. You are agreeing to submission. Can you do that?"

"That is a little scary, but yes, I can do that."

"Good boy, Jim. I think this is going to work out just fine."

"OK, Gayle, is that it?"

"Yes, Holly, let me welcome you as a Member for the first time. From what you have told me about your history and Jim's I am sure these blood tests are going to come out just fine. The next event is a week from Saturday. I should have the results a few days before that, so I will call you."

Several days went by and though Holly put all of this out of her mind for the most part, every so often, she would remember and have tingling electricity run up and down her spine and land in her pussy.

A small package came one day. It was addressed to Holly. Holly started to open it up and as if by magic, the phone rang. It was Gayle.

"Did you get the package I sent, Dear?"

"I was just opening it! Should I continue unwrapping it?"

"Of course! Perfect timing. Is Jim there too?"

"Yes, let me just go into the other room where he is working." Holly was feeling the excitement of a teenager, finding out she had just been accepted on the cheerleading squad and a little bit like Christmas morning, wrapped up with that buzz in her panties.

"Jim! Gayle is on the phone and she sent us a package! I will put her on speaker phone." Holly's eyes flashed as she smiled at Jim.

"Hello Jim, I hope you two are ready! This is going to be a ride!" Gayle now spoke to the room through the speaker of Holly's phone.

"OK, Gayle, I found...A slim collar"

"That one is for you, Sweetie. It does not come with a leash...yet... but it will signify your desire to be dominated by some real men, and maybe a certain dominate woman?" Holly blushed at this and could almost see Gayle's wink through the phone.

"Yes!" was all that Holly could say, or needed to say.

"OK, next I am seeing a thicker collar with a short leather leash." Holly narrated as she opened up more of the package.

"Yes, Holly, this one is for Jim. Jim, Honey, you will need to wear this at all times at the party. It will identify you as a Supporter and will make things much easier for everyone involved. It is to remind you that you are there to serve, and it will let others know that they can command you as necessary. How is this sounding to you, Jim. Are you still with us?" Gayle had used a slightly more commanding tone with Jim to underscore his position.

"Yes, Gayle. I understand. I am to wear this collar and leash."

"Good Boy." She spoke the words as if Jim were a dog.

"OK, Gayle, there are just two envelopes left. One for me and one for Jim." Both of them open their envelopes and begin to read the lists.

"Right you are, Holly. These include some special instructions for you both, about how to dress, behave and a bit about what to expect. Jim's includes a bill for your initial membership and a fee for this first party. Jim, is there any problem for you to pay all of the $600 by Friday? It would be best if you could do this right away, so we can have the funds for some party expenses."

"OK, Gayle. I may have to move some things around some of my accounts, but I can do that."

"Perfect. Also, Holly will have to spend some money on some things before the party too. Any questions about these requirements, Holly?"

"Let's see, I have some of these items, like the heels, but I may need to buy the thigh high stockings...Waxing? I have never waxed my pubic hair before."

"That one is pretty key, Holly, and believe me, you will come to enjoy the ritual, even the pain of it, especially when you look down and see that bare skin, feel it touched by a real man, and even later, when Jim licks you...Trust me. You are going to love the effect. Plus, along with your collar, heels, thigh highs and your makeup, the way you are going to look to all those heat-packing Members, is going to create such a stir in your's and their loins...Trust me on this!"

"OK, you got it, Gayle. I will just trust the process."

"Alright, Sweetie. You have my phone number, just feel free to call me if you need any further guidance from me. And Jim! Don't forget to pay ASAP. Both of you wear your collars and I will see you at my house, aka The Club this Saturday. Make sure you come early, so you have time to settle in." With that Gayle hung up.

"Wow, Jim, this is really happening! I am so excited!"

"I am happy for you, Holly. I am nervous, but seeing your face light up makes it all worth it. I am going to go get on the computer and send the money right now."

Jim left and Holly went into her bathroom for a little private time to herself. She took off all of her clothes and looked at her perfect body in the mirror. She quivered, replaying some of what Gayle had said. 'Heat-packing Members' echoed in her head, and her pussy involuntarily moistened. She touched herself just a little and stared at her delicate mound of soft hair. She was still not totally sure about the waxing part, but she trusted Gayle and so her mind was made up for her.

On Friday, the day before the party, she stood in front of the same mirror with her clothes off again. This time there was no hair anywhere on her below her scalp. She had been waxed the day before, and it had hurt. But now her legs, arms, armpits, above, to the side, and below her pussy, even her ass was completely bare and smooth. It did look good. She had also tried on her collar. She admired the result in the mirror.

Holly was really nervous, and she tried a few poses in attempt to look sexier, and to make herself feel better.

It wasn't working, she was just feeling more self-

conscious.

"Jim! Could you come in here, please!" Holly called in Jim, hoping to get a pep talk and a man's opinion.

"Yes, Sweetie! OH! Wow! You look amazing!"

"Thank you, Jim, that is just what I needed to hear. I am so nervous about tomorrow night! I am terrified that I will look ridiculous or that the Members will not be into me."

"Holly, trust me, they are going to take one look and devour you the next moment. In fact, maybe if you wanted to come over to the bedroom."

Giggling, "Oh, thank you, Jim, yes, I could use a lick." And with that, she laid back and allowed Jim to lick her newly smooth pussy. OH, yes, Gayle was right. Holly did think it felt extra amazing having no hair there.

The next 22 hours were full of nervous energy for both Holly and Jim. Both were really excited, but also scared about what the night would bring. While it was an internal roller coaster for them both, the time finally came for them to get into the car and head to Gayle's house. 

Gayle's "house" turned out to be a huge mansion, in an exclusive neighborhood. As they pulled up the driveway, a short balding man, wearing a collar and leather leash like Jim's, opened Holly's door and accepted the keys from Jim. He did not say much, but just told Holly that when she was ready, the car would be brought to the door and the keys given to Jim. The man was polite, but not exactly there to formerly greet them. He did seem to know that they were new.

Entering the foyer, Holly's coat was helped off of her shoulders by another collared man who introduced himself to Jim and handed her coat to him and told him to follow, where Jim hung up her coat and placed his own next to hers. When he returned from the coat room to the giant entryway, Gayle was there, dressed in an amazing black leather outfit which clearly signaled her status as the Queen.

"Holly and Jim! I am so glad you are here! And a bit early, that is perfect, so you will have some time to orient. You two are the only new people we are expecting, so everyone else will already know the drill. I can see you already met Stanley. He will show Jim where to go. Jim, you have bathroom duty, as is customary for all of the first time and newer Supporters. There will be one other with you in there, um, Harold who is only at his third event. Stanley will show you the way and introduce you. I will be in a little later for some training." Gayle smiled at Jim and shooed the men off.

"Now, Holly, I know you are nervous. But I promise you, the Members are going to absolutely love you tonight. You look super hot! So just take a few deep breaths and relax. Come with me, we can chat a little in my dressing room and you can get yourself ready."

Another collared man came through the foyer on his way towards the kitchen.

"Jason! Would you be a dear and bring a bottle of champagne and two glasses up to my dressing room for Holly and myself?" Gayle smiled knowing that her request would be taken as a command.

"Of course, Mistress." Jason scurried off to the kitchen.

"Up this way, Sweetie!" Gayle ushered Holly up the grand staircase that curled around the room and into the second floor where opulent white carpeting and perfectly appointed art, furniture and décor told Holly that Gayle was quite well off and had great taste.

They entered Gayle's dressing room, which was to the side of her bedroom and linked by a huge bathroom. "As you can see, when my husband passed away, he left me all of the money I would ever need. And, though I loved him deeply, even while alive, he never did fulfill my complete needs. He was a man much like Jim. He was devoted, and loving and could lick my pussy like a champion, but he just never could please me with his little dick. He knew this, and so he always encouraged me to get what I needed."

Gayle paused as Jason came in with the Champagne and two flutes. He poured the drinks and handed one to each of the women. Gayle and Holly sat on paired chairs before a large dressing table with lit mirrors. It was almost as if this room were designed for just this conversation.

Sipping her drink, "I created all of this around having exactly what I wanted, and my late husband supported it all the way. In no small way, he was the first Supporter, I was the first female Member, and my many lovers were the first Members. 

After my husband passed, I found out that my other women friends needed this medicine too, so I started the Club. I have been carefully selecting the right people for years now, and most are still members, even if they do not come to every party. Of course, the parties are just the beginning, because many people meet their lovers here and so the Club really extends beyond the parties."

Holly squirmed in her seat, but the drink was working its magic. She was already feeling a lot more comfortable.

"Holly, Dear, may I offer you any enhancements tonight? It is not like you will need any, and there is no pressure, but some of us ladies like a little ecstasy or GHB, to bring us into our bodies. If you are not into that, it is totally OK, but I wanted to make it available to you."

"Oh, I am not sure. I have done ecstasy before, but I think with my nerves it may be too intense for me tonight. I think I have enough natural stimulation. I have never tried GHB. Isn't that the date rape drug?"

"I think you are thinking of rufies, but indeed some bad people have dosed women without their knowledge, which is a shame. It does not mix with alcohol, so this drink would be your only one, but a little dose might be just the thing. It can have a similar effect as alcohol without making you drunk. We would not want to overdo this one, but I am pretty expert. Would you like to try a little?"

"Sure, Gayle, if you recommend it."

Gayle took a dropper out and put just a couple of squirts of a liquid into a teaspoon. "Since you are drinking a little bubbly, this will be a safe, small, dose." She spooned the drug into Holly's mouth, which gave Holly a flush of pleasure, being taken care of, like a child.

"Now, let's see what you put together for an outfit!" Gayle helped Holly remove her jogging outfit, that had been recommended for her to put over her lingerie for the ride over.

Downstairs, Jim was being introduced around to the other Supporters. Some had arrived early, even before their wives and girlfriends because they had preparatory duties. Jim could not remember all of their names, but Stanley and Jason were among them and took Jim around. Most Members were not yet there and would be arriving in about 30 minutes. Stanley showed Jim the kitchen, the play spaces, the bedrooms, the dancefloor, the dungeon and finally the large bathroom.

Jim noticed that the entire house was set up permanently for a sex party. The dungeon did not look temporary in any manner. The bedrooms were many, 10 in all, and most had huge beds that all had anchor points on the head and foot boards. The rooms all had bedside tables, and a Supporter named Mike was arranging lubes and towels and other supplies. Jim noticed that there was a conspicuous absence of condoms.

There were several Supporters in the kitchen preparing snacks and drinks, and Jim noticed that there was not a buffet like at other parties, but rather trays that were for serving being arranged. A round of appetizers was already being arranged on several trays.

The final place Stanley took Jim was his duty station for the night, the bathroom. There he met Harold, a slender man who was wearing nothing but his collar and a set of panties that easily contained his small penis. Harold was very friendly and told Stanley that he would orient Jim from there. Stanley left, though he first took off his clothes, all except for panties and put them in a small cubby.

The bathroom was no ordinary bathroom. It was enormous! It had 5 stalls, 5 urinals and two single beds immediately on each side of the large entryway that did not have a door. There were a line of elegant sinks and mirrors that could accommodate 10 people easily along the back wall. 

On one side was a doorless passage leading to both a dry and a wet sauna. On the other side, the matching passage led to a large communal shower, with 10 shower heads all around the room, the room easily able to shower 20 people at once.

"Wow." Was all that Jim could say at first. The bathroom had the size and utility of a gym locker room. However, it had the grandeur of a palace and did not at all evoke gym class.

"Yeah, it is perhaps the most amazing bathroom I have ever seen as well."

Jim's gaze fell back to Harold and those revealing women's panties.

"Ah, yes, perhaps you were not told, like I was not told. We have a uniform. It is a little embarrassing, but you get used to it. In fact, I have yours right here." Harold handed Jim a small, pink bag from a popular women's lingerie shop. It had a little card attached, which simply read 'To Jim, from Gayle'. Inside was a very skimpy pair of panties that were accurately sized to Jim's dimensions. They were pink, just like Harold's.

"Yeah, pink. Pink is for us newer Supporters. There is not exactly a hierarchy, but if you do well, Gayle will give you white, then black. We get to select our party duties in that order. Black selects first, then White, then Pink. Don't worry, you will get used to this."

Jim was actually accepting all of this in stride. He was more nervous about what Holly was doing and how she was doing. But he just had to focus on his job for the time being. He changed out of his street clothes, put on his collar and leash and pulled on the panties, which fit perfectly.




The Club



"So, what is the job in here? Bathroom attendant?"

"More, or less. So, yes, at a certain level you are a bathroom attendant, though you are not like one in a fancy hotel or restaurant in that you do not ask for tips! Ha!"

Jim smiled. Harold was setting him at ease with his apparent good adjustment to his role and good humor.

"So all the normal stuff, hand anyone who needs it a clean hand towel, or bath towel. Always a clean one, of course." Harold showed Jim where the clean towels were and where the used ones would go.

"There are also other duties, such as turning on the water for any lady Members, not the male Members. Also, basically just asking what they needed. Do they want a new toothbrush, or mouthwash, or mints? Always try to anticipate their needs, without being too intrusive. If you see someone just going about their business, you should not interrupt their thoughts to make offers. You need to learn to read their needs."

"That sounds pretty easy, though I guess it will take a little time to get the hang of it."

"Yeah, you may make a few blunders, but just be polite and apologetic. Remember that you are not here to stare at the women, or try to have a conversation. The same goes with the male Members. If they talk to you, then fine, but remember your place. You are here to serve."

"That sounds a little...weird."

"Don't take it personally! It is just your role. You may have other roles in the future that are more interactive. But this role, especially here in the bathroom, a sensitive place, is to just serve and be mostly quiet. Some people, especially the ladies, come in here for a moment away from the action. This place needs to be a sanctuary for them. Keep that in mind."

"OK, I get it. Can I still sneak a glance at them?"

"Yes, that is natural, nobody expects us to stop being men, just do so with upmost respect. Some of these ladies, well most if not all, are smoking hot. You will want to look. The key is to do it without them feeling like they are being watched. They should feel like you are not looking."

"Alright, I think I can do that. One more question. What are those two beds for?"

"Ahh...Well, Gayle told me specifically to let her train you on that. She will make sure to come in here early, so that you can get that knowledge from her directly."

"OK..." Jim trailed off. He was not so sure about what that meant, and the secrecy certainly was unnerving, but he just accepted it.

"We need to fold these clean towels and fire up the saunas and make sure every shower runs hot when turned on. Why don't you start with these towels and I will handle the saunas."

Jim and Harold set out to finish the last minute preparations. Outside, Stanley was busy as single men and couples began to arrive in force.

A bell was heard from the main living room and play space, the huge central chamber that would be the dancefloor and main space for sex. Harold told Jim that it was time for the assembly and that they could not miss it.

Arriving into the luxurious room, Jim saw that it appeared that everyone had arrived. In the very center, standing up on a small platform that held a free-standing stripper pole, Gayle stood in full dominatrix leather. Sitting down on the platform next to her was Holly! Jim was surprised by this, but then it seemed to make sense as it was Holly's first time. Sitting all around the two of them on cushions and mattresses arrayed in a large circle were about 15 gorgeous women, everyone was young and fit for her body type and most of them were extremely attractive to Jim. 

Seated around that circle in throne-like chairs were the Members. These men were also all mostly in top shape with few exceptions. Jim counted 24 men, and though they were sitting down, it was impossible not to notice they every one he could see seemed to have a bazooka in his pants. Most of the men were shirtless and muscular. The other thing that stood out starkly: Except for 3 of the men, all of them were African American. Jim had not previously considered the racial mix of the Club, but he noticed that all of the Supporters were white, mostly pudgy and shorter, and all of the women in the room were white and mostly petite. Jim thought that it could not be by accident.

Jim looked around at the 12 or so Supporters, arrayed around the outside of the room, some holding trays of food and drink, all of them wearing ladies panties. While Jim felt a bit self-conscious looking down at his own panties and his small bulge partially-concealed by the thin, smooth fabric, he at least felt better seeing the other guys similarly dressed.

"Welcome Members!" Gayle began once everyone had settled and quieted down in anticipation of her words. "I know you all are eager to get this party started! And I know that for you Members, the double-dose of Viagra I fed you is starting to take effect! I can tell just by looking between your thunderous thighs!"

There were some giggles from the women and smiles of pleasure and confidence from the men.

"And I know that you fucking hot women are starting to loosen up and moisten as well, as the various delights you have consumed are working their magic. Do not despair, I do not plan these parties to hear myself talk! Just moan."

More laughter and some squirming from the women.

"You all know the drill, or you soon will!" Gayle looked right at Jim when she said this and he took it to mean she was intending to give him his training soon. "I have a hot little female Member to introduce to you all. She has never been fucked like she deserves to be fucked! Ever!" Jim felt a wave of shame at this word. "Let me introduce Holly!"

There are cheers and the Men could be seen to be checking her out. She is wearing next to nothing, just wearing her collar, a thong and stripper heels. Gayle had convinced her that to wear a bra was pointless and that her assets would be best shown off in this skimpiest of costumes. Holly stood up at Gayle's prompting and stood next to Gayle so everyone could get a good look. Jim blushed and wondered if anyone was noticing his embarrassment and growing hard prick that was beginning to press his panties outward. Nobody saw him at all, because every eye was on Holly. She walked slowly around the pole and around Gayle so everyone could get a good look at her ass.

Jim noticed that her eyes were a quarter closed and she looked very relaxed, yet still very excited and awake, just something different about her. She seemed confident. Jim was feeling embarrassment that someone would notice him and figure out that she was his wife and that he was the one who had never fucked her like she deserves, but again, it was all in his mind. 

Everyone was just checking out Holly.

"Holly, we have a little tradition here that I would like to invite you to consider to consent to participating in. Are you feeling adventurous and horny?" Gayle held Holly's hand and looked down at her slightly from her impossibly high heeled boots.

"Yes, I am feeling quite horny, thanks to you Gayle." There were a few cheers and catcalls, indicating that Gayle was quite notoriously good with men and women.

"Well, the tradition is, with consent of course, that on a new girl's first night in the Club, that EVERY Member fuck you, and cum inside of you. It is our way of welcoming you and allowing you to get to know every Man here. Except the Supporters of course!"

More laughing and some glances back towards the Supporters along the wall, who smiled a little or squirmed a bit themselves, having to accept that Holly would not be for them to fuck. Ever.

"While Holly thinks about it," Gayle smiled and looked at Holly, knowing her answer, "why don't we give the Supporters a big round of applause for paying for this extravagant party and for serving up great food, drinks, music and service for us all!"

Good-natured applause followed and the Supporters stood a little more at attention, out of a perverse pride. After that short moment of focus on the white guys in the room, Gayle turned back to Holly.

"OK Holly, you are free to say no thank you, and that will not mean anything, and you will still have LOTS of attention. What do you think?"

"I think I would like the FULL welcome!" Holly blushed and smiled and looked down, but also snuck glances up at some of the Men she had noticed that she wanted to sample first.

There were huge cheers at this, definitely the crowd-pleasing answer they were hoping for. Even the other women were cheering and seemed happy at this, perhaps remembering their own first nights.

"OK, enough listening to me talk and time to get this party started!"

With that the black-panty clad Supporter doing DJ duty started the music which was hard, grinding, sexy electronica and the Supporters moved towards their jobs, the white-pantied men with trays moved in to circulate and the other Supporters scurried out of the room to tend to their stations. Harold grabbed Jim's arm and moved toward the exit that led to the bathroom, but Jim lingered just a second, trying to see where Holly had gone after stepping off of the platform. He caught a single glimpse, but she was surrounded by three men introducing themselves to her. He followed Harold and reported to his duty station.

Jim's head was spinning and he found it difficult to focus on his relatively simple job. In his mind he saw nothing but the three men pouncing on Holly and with every passing minute, his imagination took that scene further. When one part of his mind would try to say that he was only imagining it, the other part would yell back that his imagination is not even coming close to what her reality must be right then.

The traffic through the bathroom we relatively light for the first 45 minutes or so. Everyone seemed to be busy elsewhere and just a few Members, male and female came through for a last minute tooth brushing or quick pee. 

Harold seemed to know what was going through Jim's head, "It is really quiet in here right now. Why don't you go do a quick circuit to, uh, collect any used towels? That is another duty I did not mention. Take some clean ones so that you have those to offer anyone who needs them. But come back quick! Gayle is expecting you to be here when she comes in, and you do not want to be gone when she does."

"OK, thanks!"

"And Jim. Remember. Be cool. It is only sex and she is fine."

"Oh, so you know..."

"Of course I do, we all do, but nobody typically introduces new Supporters because extra attention and focus on you was not what you were wanting anyway, especially with that raging boner struggling against your silky lingerie, right?" Harold was smiling, but not so much in a making fun way, but more of in a 'I've been there too, brother' kind of way.

"Right. Thanks, Harold."

Grabbing a small stack of towels, Jim went out to circulate through the main room.

What he saw was startling and for a moment, he froze, just taking it all in. Every direction he looked there were gorgeous women getting fucked by hung men. It had already been 45 minutes since he had left the room and so any foreplay seemed to have been long over. Every man was hard as a rock and he remembered what Gayle had said about Viagra. He had never taken it himself, but he wondered what it would do for young, strong, huge men who had no dysfunction.

Realizing he was just standing there staring, though nobody seemed to notice him, he saw a discarded towel and hastily walked over to pick it up. He placed a clean towel on an armrest of a couch were two guys were furiously fucking two of the wives. They did not pay any attention. He then looked again, hoping to find Holly. Again, from this new vantage, he just saw more hot women crying out and riding giant cocks.

He spotted another towel on the floor across the room, and walked over to collect it and leave clean ones. He was feeling a bit more confident that he was doing a good job that was his to do and that he was allowed to be there.

Hearing a woman cry out loudly with pleasure from behind him down the hall, he remembered that there were other places people would be and that maybe they needed towels too.

Very few rooms had doors that were closed, as even the other Members liked to watch from time to time. There was very little emphasis on privacy, though he noticed that one or two doors were closed.

Jim found a towel or two to attend to, and soon had only one clean towel left. His cover was soon to be blown, so he started to head back towards the bathroom.

Then he heard a voice that was surely Holly, though he was also sure he had never heard her make that sound before. It was coming from a mostly closed door, so he moved closer to the door. Almost sticking his head in, he could just catch a glimpse of the bed. There were 4 men surrounding Holly, though at first he could not be sure because she was nearly covered completely. But when she moaned again, he could hear clearly her voice and he recognized her legs, which were in the air.

"Hey You!" A woman's voice came from behind him and he turned back to the scene in the alcove of the hall he had passed before.

"Stop sneaking around over there and get me some more lube!" She sounded a bit mean, but a smile broke out on her face and she giggled a little, clearly not normally so bossy. The man fucking her and a few of the other people on the couch snickered a little.

"Of course!" Jim searched around for the lube and she impatiently pointed to the floor next to the couch. Jim grabbed the lube and held it out for her hand. She shook her head and just looked back and down at her ass. 

"Put some there around his shaft and on my lips. Gently. Warm it up first!"

As Jim squirted lube onto his hand she leaned way forward towards her partner and stuck her ass into the air. After a moment, Jim gingerly dabbed the lube as he was instructed. She squirmed a little as if to help rub it around. Jim felt very strange touching these people he had never met and even more out of place touching a strange man's cock. For a moment, smearing lube across the width of that black cock, he imagined jacking off such a cock and how it was easily twice his girth.

"OK, that is enough, don't get too comfortable back there!"

Jim stopped and stood back, anticipating more commands, but she just ignored him and went back to fucking the man whom had all her attention.

Jim stepped back and set the lube down. He turned back when he heard Holly again from the room, but he realized that he felt very out of place just then, and he scurried back to the bathroom.

"Wow, dude, you were gone for a while! You are lucky that Gayle did not yet come back. There has been a lot more traffic through here, so you will need to stay here and take care of business. It has been an hour and the first round of cumming has begun, which means showers and more bathroom use."

"Sorry, Harold. I got, uh, sidetracked."

"Did you find her?"

"Yeah, she was with 4 guys in a bedroom. I did not get to stay and watch though, I had to rub lube on a hot brunette who was riding a guy with a super long pole."

"You will have to be more descriptive, because that could be any of 8 of the women out there and most of the Members. However, my wife is brunette. What did she look like?"

"She was really pretty, petite, long straight hair, brown eyes, full lips. Oh! She had a tattoo on her lower back. It looked like a bird or something."

"Oh, yeah, that's Sylvia. Was she fucking a guy in a black hat, usually keeps his shoes on?"

"That was them!"

"Well, congratulations! You just rubbed lube on my wife's pussy! She is smoking hot, right?"

"Yeah!" Jim was enthusiastic in his response, but felt weird right away. It was strange to have just done what he did, so intimate, yet to her, he was just a servant, a helper. She was really just taking a moment away from her lover because she needed a little more lubrication. Surely having a supporter touch her pussy and her lover's cock was not the highlight of her night, even if it was somehow the highlight of Jim's night so far.

Just then Gayle came into the bathroom, now naked, looking extra hot and flushed and basically, well-fucked.

"Jim! Just the man I wanted to see. I am ready to train you. Now."

"Yes, Gayle!"

"Come over here to this bed. Come quick!"

Jim hurried over to the bed next to the door. 

"Get on your knees and bring your head between my legs." Jim complied. Gayle laid back. She grabbed Jim's leash and pulled gently to bring his mouth to just the right spot.

"Now lick! Clean me up completely, and by all means swallow!"

Gayle's pussy was soaking in semen. On the outside and on the inside. All Jim could smell or taste was cock and cum. Having Gayle grab him by the collar had flipped a switch in Jim. Holly had never been so forceful and dominant, and the effect was to eliminate his doubts and his hesitations that had begun to come up as soon as he could tell what Gayle wanted. Somehow, having his will taken away by the collar was allowing Jim to relax and just accept that if he was to get to Gayle's sweet tasting pussy, he would just be working his way through a lot of cum first.

She spoke to him, between pleased moans, "Good boy, Jim. You are going to do just fine at this job. Keep going and I am going to give you some instruction. This duty is an honored duty, and though being in the bathroom is a first-time Supporter requirement, others of your class are doing this all over the party tonight and every night we gather. Most of the Members do not mind fucking one of your wives with sloppy seconds or thirds, but every few loads and a wife or a girlfriend just needs a cleanup. This is your chance for some sexual intimacy. Got it? Don't stop!"

"mmmmmm hmmmm."

"That's right, clean me all the way. Now some important rules: First, you will only do this when asked. Second, you will do with right away when asked. Third, and perhaps most important, you cannot touch yourself or otherwise pleasure yourself while doing this. If a Member wants to see you get hard, or even get off, you will be commanded to do it yourself, or maybe she will want to milk you with her hands. But these privileges are not to be expected and may not happen at all. It is totally up to the whims of the Members. Got that?"

"mmmmmmm hmmmmm."

"That's really good. Fifth rule, you should always do your best to sense what she wants, and try to give her the most pleasure. Good! That feels really good, Jim. But you should not be attached to making her cum. She might have cum 10 times already and is too sensitive. Learn to tell when this is the case. If she wants more, she will tell you. If she wants less, she will tell you. You just do what is best for her, and she will tell you, so you need to listen, even if she does not use her words. Got it?"

"mmmmmmm hmmmmm."

"OK, Jim, you are doing great. Final rule is, that if she, or he wants you to clean cock, you will do that too. Even if it is your first time, remember you wear that collar and leash. You agreed to follow all the rules and you will need to suck some cock. At some point, one of the guys fucking your wife tonight, which is all of them, eventually, will come in here for a cleanup. If you are lucky, he will come directly after fucking Holly, so you will know by her taste on his cock, that he just fucked your wife. OK?"

"mmmmmmm hmmmmm!"

"Good, we understand one another. OH! Do that, what you just did, more and faster!"

"mmmmmmm hmmmmm!"

"Finally, you are not to go trying to find Holly anymore tonight! I heard you were sneaking around looking for her. Tonight is not about you. It is about her and she does not need to be thinking about where you are and what you are doing. Like I said, the gift we give you is that your first cock will be fresh from Holly. Oh, Yeah! That is all I have to tell you...I am just going to shut up and let you keep going for a few minutes..."




The Club



Jim's head was reeling, but he was really enjoying licking Gayle. He had finished licking and swallowing all of the cum on the outside of her pussy, and I had been drawing the cum from deep within her with sucking and his tongue and had finished most of that, though he got a taste of remnants every few seconds. But mostly now, as far as he could tell, he was tasting Gayle's pussy more and her most recent lover's cock less. He had found a few moves in a few spots that Gayle really seemed to like, and she was building in sound and intensity. Her eyes were closed and she stretched back on the bed. She pulled at Jim's hair and pulled on his collar and pushed the back of his head. Then suddenly her hips began to buck and her moans turned into a squeal and then a scream. The incredible force with which she held onto the back of Jim's head surprised him as she twisted and simultaneously tried to pull away while holding on so tight that he did not think he could have pulled away if he tried. Her orgasm lasted several minutes and he never stopped sucking and licking her clit. Finally, she pushed his head to the side and slumped back. After a few minutes of catching her breath she sat up.

"Jim, that was really excellent work. I will definitely ask you to do that again. You passed this training with flying colors. Welcome to the Club, Jim."

Immediately after getting up and washing his face, Jim began to feel more butterflies. He could not help watching the guys coming in and his eyes were uncontrollably drawn to their cocks, most of them slick and still quite engorged as they came in post-sex or just for a pee.

His mind was fixed on what Gayle had told him would happen, and he was again thinking exclusively about Holly on her super marathon initiation that night. Jim struggled to stay focused as various Members, male and female, who needed him to get towels, adjust the saunas, provide toiletries, and stow personal belongings. He began to have a very tough time looking anyone in the eye, but nobody minded that.

Soon he caught himself looking at every guy coming in and wondering if this would be the guy who had just fucked Holly, sent in for cleanup.

Then, Sylvia came in, recognizing him and deliberately choosing Jim over her husband, told Jim to lie down on the bed, on his back face up. 

"I have just been creamed in by 4 different guys, and it is getting a little whore-y down there. Let me see what you can do!"

Jim consented and realized he was pretty excited to lick Sylvia and began to do his best to clean all of the cum that came at him. Since she was straddling him, semen flowed out of her quite quickly, and because she was not exaggerating the number of men who had just unloaded deep inside.

Lots of the sticky cum flowed all over Jim's face as he could not lick and swallow fast enough, but soon, the flow slowed and he got ahead of it. 

Sylvia was enjoying his skill, so she settled in and Jim could tell she wanted him to keep going on her clit. Jim shifted gears for a longer session and relaxed, feeling quite a lot of turn on to be getting to do this for such a hottie. He vaguely wondered if Harold was OK with this.

While between her thighs, Jim could not hear perfectly all that was going on, as people came and went, but then he heard a male Member come in who was talking loudly to another Member.

"Hey Jerome! Did you get your shot at the new girl yet?" Jerome, who was obviously not in the room, but maybe in the shower and visible to this guy answered, but Jim could not hear.

"She is smoking hot! And damn she wants to fuck! I think I was maybe her 14th of the night she thinks, but she was going strong! Fuck! Her pussy was so tight! Whoever her husband is surely has not ever really taken her for a ride! And eager! She started by sucking me like a champ! I was already pretty hard, ha haahahhaa, but she managed to get me rock hard, probably as hard as I have ever been. Damn! You gotta go get on her, Jerome, I may try to get in line for seconds!...Oh yeah? Alright, cool then, enjoy her, I am telling you!" With that, the loud guy, who Jim could only tell was one of the white Members and not part of the African Majority, left the bathroom. Jim kept on licking.

After a few minutes, Sylvia's body started to respond to Jim's efforts on its own. Even if she had been trying to play a certain detached role with Jim, she could not help herself. She was going to cum and playing it cool was not going to win out.

Sylvia began to grind on Jim's face just enough to spread the jizz of her last lover that Jim could not lap up quickly enough, but not so much that Jim could not keep her clit close to his tongue and partly sucked into his mouth. Sylvia began to groan and make involuntary animal sounds. She noticed that Jim's little prick was standing at attention, making a tent of his panties. She reached down to grab on, pushing aside his panties. Jim moaned. She was careful not to stimulate him too much, she did not want to soil her hand, but Jim was feeling intense pleasure and was redoubling his efforts to give her want she wanted.

Quite suddenly, Sylvia's hips bucked, and something inside her vagina opened up wide, like a dam breaking, the deepest semen that had been filling her inner womb, poured out down Jim's throat and spasms rocked Sylvia as she came violently, pressing down so hard, that Jim was cut off from air. Jim did not falter or move, he just held her clit in his mouth and slowed his licking to match the pace of her spasms. Jim almost came when Sylvia laid down on top of him and her mouth came near his little prick. She stayed there for just a minute, then she rolled off.

"Your name is Jim, right?"

"Yes."

"I am Sylvia. I do not give praise very often, but you did good. I will come back to you and let you service me again. Don't let it go to your head, and so long as you don't do anything stupid, like ask me to suck you or let you fuck me, we will be friends."

Not lingering for any kind of cuddles, and enjoying the shrinking of his little, unrelieved, hard on, Sylvia got up and went to take a quick shower, and was soon back out to the play space for her next adventure.

Jim had a few minutes to freshen up and took a quick shower. He was loving the night so far, even if he felt some frustration at being cooped up in the bathroom while Holly was out in the play spaces. He was feeling that combination of classic cuckold feelings: jealousy, shame, turn-on, compersion, desire, sexual frustration, voyeuristic curiosity. He was also thinking about what Gayle had told him. He was also feeling no small amount of crush developing for Sylvia. This had him feel a bit guilty, since Harold had been all but ignored by his wife while she was in the bathroom.

Meanwhile, in Holly's world:

She was having the night of her life! Holly had ceased asking herself if this was really happening. She was the Belle of the Ball that night, and every Member of the Club was taking his turn with her. She could not be enjoying it more, and her pussy was on fire! It was actually getting a little sore, since she was not at all used to a single large cock, let alone 24 of them! She had basically lost count, but she thought that she was on around 20 or 21. She did know that there were a few more to go, and she had no small amount of eagerness for these last guys. She had thought that it might get tiring, or old, but she had discovered that the more she got, the more she wanted! She knew that she might not walk quite right for days, but every fiber of her body screamed for more.

Holly noticed that the other women were having various Supporters, specifically the ones who had been designated as Fluffers, clean their pussies of excess cum. She had been about to ask for that service, when Gayle swooped in and whispered in her ear.

"Actually, you can have yourself cleaned if you want, but the tradition on your first night is for all the Members to mix their seed in your womb. Then, at the end of the night, we make it a special treat and initiation for your husband."

"Oh, I see!"

"Yes, so, if you can just hang in there and collect a healthy load from every Member here, Jim will get his too."

Holly had just nodded and the next guy, one of the white guys, had introduced himself and pressed her shoulders down until she had to kneel and suck his huge cock.

But it was later and she was nearly complete with her marathon. She looked back, and noticed that the last guys were lining up. She also noticed that a few of them had gotten in line again for seconds. She smiled and bent over, ready for the big finale. 

The night was coming to an end, though not without some fanfare. Many of the Members had fucked the various wives and girlfriends of the Supporters 4,5,6 even 7 or 8 times. Even though they had been fortified with Viagra, the hardons did eventually give way. Most of the women had been fucked 10 or more times, so everyone was beginning to come to a place of exhaustion and relaxation. Some would leave, but most would find a partner or two to crash out. But that would come later. First there were a few more guys to fuck the new girl, and several more pussies needing cleaning. As if sensing the time to sleep was near, several couples got going and joined Holly for her race to the finish line.

Near the end of Holly's marathon to be fucked by all 24 Members present, the guys started to double up on her a little, and some who had fucked her before crowded around her to get another suck, or even to fuck her ass.

In the bathroom, Jim was noticing that everyone had cleared out, even Harold. He stepped out himself and peeked into the main room. Everyone was gathered around the main giant couch, many of them were standing and watching, and many were just snuggled up with a wife or two, but also watching. There were several men involved in the main event, but he could not see what was going on.

Just then the largest of the black Members walked up, naked and covered in sweat. His giant cock, the largest Jim had seen all night, was slick and dripping a little bit. He stared down Jim, and Jim realized that he was in the way, so he backed up. But the Member kept coming, Jim, feeling foolish, realized that he was backing away, but still right in this way. Feeling a bit self-conscious, Jim kept backing towards the bathroom and that was exactly where this guy was going. Feeling like an idiot, Jim got inside and moved immediately out of the way, but stumbled back onto the pussy-cleaning bed, ending up sitting down on the edge. The man spoke.

"You are Jim. I am Jerome."

Jim realized that this was the man that that other guy was talking to while he was licking Sylvia. Jerome took a step towards the bed.

"I want you to take a deep breath, and tell me what you smell." Jerome took another step towards Jim and Jim looked down from Jerome's eyes, and realized that Jerome's 11-inch cock was right in his face. Jim did what he was told and breathed in the air from around this cock less than an inch from his nose.

He smelled the familiar aroma of Holly.

"I just fucked your wife, I was the last to fuck her, though some of the guys are taking second turns right now. That is what everyone is watching out there."

"I see."

"Jim, I have to tell you. Holly is one spectacular woman. There are some really hot women out there, and I have fucked every one of them many times. But Holly is special. Her tight pussy swallowed all the cock I gave her and begged for more. You must have been starving her the whole time you have been married!"

"I guess it would be true to say I have never fucked her like you have."

"That is a travesty, Jim! Look, I will tell you straight up. I am going to fuck Holly a lot more. A. lot. More." Jerome smiled looking down at Jim.

"Now suck my cock clean!" With that Jerome grabbed the back of Jim's head and pressed the head of his cock to Jim's lips. Jim opened his mouth as big as he could and just barely fit the thick meat inside. Jerome was kind and did not push very deep at first. He knew that this was probably the first cock Jim had sucked.

Tasting Holly, and so many more men, Jim gave himself fully to this duty, knowing full well, that this was the man Gayle had promised would come for service.

Tasting Holly, he knew intimately what she had been up to all night. Even though he had been denied, by design, the sight and the sounds, he was not being given the taste and the smell of her night. He wondered to himself whether Holly had also sucked this cock.

As if reading his mind, Jerome said, "Holly sucked my cock better than you do, but you are doing a pretty good job for a beginner."

Jim moaned, partly from the shame he was feeling, 

but mostly because of how much he was enjoying being used by Jerome. Jerome took the time to enjoy himself and to tell Jim how things were going to be changing.

"OK, Jim, let me tell you the score. I am going to be moving into your house for a while, because Holly needs all of my attention. I will be sleeping in your bed with Holly, or I should really say, my bed. She has been deprived so long of the fucking she needs, that she will need a lot of it for the foreseeable future. You can sleep in the guest bedroom and listen through the wall or floor, I don't know where your spare bedroom is. If you follow all the rules, and take good care of her, and I think you are doing alright with all of this, I will let you sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed, so you can hear me fuck her. You down with this?"

"mmmmmmmm hmmmmmm!" Was all that Jim could say with the better part of Jerome's cock pressing further back.

Jerome began to stroke his cock deeper down Jim's 

throat. Jim choked a little, but he knew that he had to surrender to this invasion or risk gagging. He did his best to relax his throat.

"Good boy, Jim. This is the beginning of your initiation to the Club. OK, now, I have cum at least 7 times tonight already, but I think I have one more, if you can suck me real good!"

With that, Jim became a bit more active, taking over the strokes from Jerome, who relaxed and let Jim suck him towards cumming. Jerome did respond, but soon was getting excited and took back over, fucking Jim's face faster and deeper. Jim gagged a little, and with tears streaming down his face, he toughed it out, allowing Jerome to go faster and harder until finally, arching his back and jamming his cock all the way down Jim's throat, he spewed a final load directly into Jim's stomach. Jerome pushed Jim off and back on the bed. After catching his breath, "take a minute, Jim. Then come on out for the rest of your initiation. Come right to the big couch."

Jerome left, leaving Jim on the bed by himself. He was a little bit in shock, but he was also feeling elated and feeling a strange sort of high that he had never experienced. Though shame came again in waves, they washed out with excitement. He had LIKED what Jerome had done. He straightened his collar, adjusted his panties and walked out to the main space.

Everyone was quiet and looking at him. On the big couch was Holly, smiling at him and beckoning him to come over. She was lying in pillows on her back, propped up with legs spread. 

The only words spoken were Gayle. "Welcome to the Club, Jim. I think you know what to do."

Jim immediately went down on Holly, feeling immense love for her and relief that he was finally back with her. The amount of cream coming out of Holly was incredible. He knew that she had been fucked by 24 different guys, and some more than once, but he did not think that much cum could stay inside her! He had a lot of semen to lap up before he would taste his beloved Holly's juices.

"Jim, I had the most amazing time of my life tonight. I made so many new connections. I think that I will end up dating 9 or even 10 of these guys regularly! I would probably fuck any of them again, certainly at the next party, which is just next month!"

"mmmmmmm hmmmmm." Jim was happy and finally not nervous, even though everyone at the party was watching him do the biggest clean-up duty of his life.

"Jim, I think you met Jerome. He and I had a special connection! I think I could be falling in love with Jerome! He told me that he was going to tell you that he would be coming home with us to stay for a while?" Holly adjusted and moved Jim onto the couch where he could lay on his back. She got on top of him to straddle his head and be able to put some pressure down on his face with her clit.

"mmmmmmm hmmmmmm!" Jim was actually feeling excited about Jerome moving in, and his little prick got rock hard in agreement.

"Jim, Jerome has told me that he will also have some of the other guys over, just to put me through the paces. But Jim, I worry about you. I just want to let you know that I love you so much, and that I always want you to clean my pussy. Will you do that for me?"

"mmmmmmm hmmmmmm!" Jim was in heaven.



The Club



Day 28

Hey Journal,

Another day in the life of a whore. Just short of a month here in Happy Adventure Fun Town.

Starting to develop my own client base now. No names, to protect the guilty (pleasure!).

Last night Mr X took me out to a sex club. First time working outside the House. Well, except car rides. It was a surprise, but a pleasant one. He called a few hours ahead, told me he wanted to take me out.

I assumed he just wanted his usual blow job in the car or maybe, hopefully, a private dinner. He had a limo pick me up and take me somewhere else first. 

That freaked me out, thinking I was gonna have to blow some stranger. Probably would have done it but he would have heard about it. He's a regular client. Pays well, demands little. I want to keep him happy.

So, flash forward: Here I am, sitting in a limo on a grand tour of the city, waiting to hear from on high. We turn north, allowing me to admire what is quite a beautiful sunset. Low hanging clouds are brilliant purple, red and orange. 

Soon, the driver rolls the compartment window down and hands me his phone. "For you," he says.

It's Mr X. The phone call could be paraphrased as: Sorry, something came up, but if you want a bunch of money, go where he takes you, do your thing, don't cause trouble or embarrass yourself or me, because I will find out.

Actually, that may have been exactly what he said. He continues, "It's a shitty looking building in a shitty neighborhood. Don't worry. You will be safe. You will be paid 2500$ just for showing up, when you show up. If you want more, earn it. 

When you are ready to leave, or anyone makes trouble, just tell one of the guys at the door. Goodbye."

I hand the phone back. Well, color me surprised, apprehensive, excited. Mr X had mentioned the parties a few weeks ago. I knew he was fishing then, but I wasn't interested. 

Back then, I was still kinda green and content with two rub and tugs a day. Since then, the money has been easy and the sex, meh, kinda boring actually. 

Mr X's thing is: blow job, no condom, swallow. I've blown him several times, at 500$ a pop, heh. Maybe his wife doesn't do that. Or she charges more. Har!

The Club is apparently in some run down area downtown. Outside my window, I see block after block of neglect and decay punctuated by an occasional blossom of squalor. 

The car slows in front of a block of factory buildings. The whole area is fenced off with chain link and razor ribbon. The driver turns in to this area, stopping in front of a guardhouse. The path is blocked by a gate.

A bored looking guard emerges from the booth. He has the driver roll down the window for a look inside before going back in the guardhouse. The gate swings open. We drive in.

The driver parks, helps me out of the car, escorts me inside. Inside is hardly better. The floor is strewn with debris and the place reeks of piss. A path has been swept clear. He leads me along the path to an elevator. 

We take the elevator up to the second floor. The doors open to what looks like a hotel lobby which is much cleaner and pleasant smelling. However, obnoxiously loud techno music makes it impossible to hear.

Several thug-like men in suits stand nearby. The driver nods at one, motioning for me to follow. I glance around nervously, then step out of the elevator. 

My driver shakes hands with one of the thugs, who, like his associates, appears to be of Italian-American descent. Then he leans in close to say something to the thug. The thug nods, looking me over.

Driver departs. Thug takes my coat, puts it away, gentleman-like, then motions for me to follow. He points out a door labeled 'dressing rooms'. Across the way are some bathrooms. 

He holds up his watch (a Rolex), taps it and holds up all ten fingers. Then he points to himself, then back over at, or past, the elevator doors. I nod and he heads back to the door.

I go in the bathroom first. Kinda sure what I'm here for, but not exactly, such as state of dress and where to go... I pop a squat and pretend to pee for a few minutes while I mull things over.

This is my first night working outside of the House. I'm new, but not stupid. I know there are strings attached to that 2500$. If I take the money and run, that would most likely mean losing a good client.

Possibly more, as he has enough influence to make things hard for me or the other girls in the House if he wanted. For all I know, he owns the House I work at. I should do this. 

While I am on the pot, a few more women stride in. Their stride, their shoes and chatter suggesting that they are in the same line of work. I flush and exit the stall, wash my hands. 

A dozen girls are here, some of them in panties, a few nude, checking their appearance in the mirror. I check mine. A skinny black girl sporting an afro is looking at me.

"You're new," she says, "From downtown?" 

"Yeah," I reply. "What's the story? What did I get myself in to?"

"A good gig, sister, easy money. Mostly couples looking to spice things up. Bachelor parties."

"Last time was my first," chimes in a shapely latina to my left. "Started in the blow job cage."

I shrug. "Sounds pretty tame. How long did you stay in there?"

"Yeah, it wasn't bad. No one makes you stay in there. It's sort of a hazing thing. Also, you get to show off your skills a little. Last year, some girl must have blown like eight guys in... what, twenty minutes? And I don't mean she just started sucking eight dicks... she finished sucking every single one."

"Yup. She was mad at somebody," says the black girl.

"Wow. That's a tough act to follow. So are there... rules?"

"No drugs, money, or names," says the latina. 

"No money?"

"You can't charge anyone. We are kinda like those ladies in the grocery store, handing out cheese or crackers or whatever. "

"I'm confused. The reason they do that is because they are hoping you'll buy something."

"Exactly! Now if someone asks you to go to their room, that's different. You can charge whatever, do whatever. But then, those people can be... unpredictable." 

Afro girl continues, "That's why some girls just suck a dick or two and call it a night. Probably just trying to cover rent, get back at an ex, whatever. They don't come back." 

"But... Professional... Ladies..." she adds between lip smacks, "Professional ladies see these nights as an opportunity to network... diversify." she says with a final lip smack. 

"Later, ladies..." she says, and heads out the door. 

Deciding that I will stay for now, I head over to the dressing room. There are lockers here, most with keys protruding from the locks. A few other girls are here, first timers, too, from their looks.

A few girls have mildly confused or irritated looks, but nobody looks scared. Good sign. Most working girls know they don't get invited to parties strictly to eat shrimp and drink watered down booze. 

Emboldened by the girls in the dressing room, I strip down to my panties and purse, put my dress in the locker, lock it and take the key. Then I go find Rolex guy by the casino tables. 

A few other girls and thugs are around, never more than two girls per guy. A month ago, this situation would have creeped me out. Now, I'm chill. I think I even know what's going down next.

Music is still too loud. Never been a clubby person, I like to be able to hear. Nothing left to do but be sexy. Boom. Done. I lean back on the casino table, proudly displaying my tits, just to see his reaction. 

Rolex guy gives an appreciative look and smile but doesn't stare. Classy dude. I look around and notice that there seem to be some portable structures recessed within partially curtained off areas.

There approximately as many curtained areas as there are burly dudes. Must be the cages. 

A few minutes later, the lights come up a little, volume drops to sane levels and the music changes to some instrumental shit. Face dude jerks his chin at me and I slink off the table, smiling. Never hurts to be sexy.

He opens his jacket, pulls out a sealed manila envelope of the kind I am fond of seeing frequently. "Count it and give it back. I'll hang on to it for ya", he rasps, "seeing as you don't have any pockets." 

I suppose I could put it in my locker but decide not to press the issue. From what the other girls said, this is a well-run professional operation. I count it and give it back with a smile.

He proceeds to tell me the rules I heard in the dressing room. No money, drugs, or names shall be used here. Violence will be met with violence.

He walks me over to one of the cloistered structures, most of which are indeed cages. Nearby is a wide, low slung table with rugged looking restraints bolted to the sides and ends. 

The sign on the cage reads: Blowjobs. Rolex guy pushes the cage door open and motions me in. There is bottled water, mouthwash, and a trash can inside.

"This is yours", he says. "Have fun."

I step in and sit on the floor as he pulls it closed with a click. Neither the lock or cage appears sturdy. As he walks away, I call out: "Hey Mister." I wait for him to pause, then: "Blowjob?" 

He chuckles and turns around, dismissing me with a wave. I'm prepared to wait. I don't know the timetable on gigs like this but the entertainment phase of anything is almost always last. 

I can't help but feel a mild disappointment that I did not have a chance to offer a menu. Well, honestly, my actual menu is pretty dull. At first, I was afraid I would become some amped up kink freak, 

needing to be the kinkiest, hardest bitch around just to pay the rent. Nope. House Rules are just slightly more restrictive than my personal rules. My clients already have been instructed in no uncertain terms what is off limits by the time they meet me.  

Condoms required. No drugs, no drug paraphernalia, no weapons, no refunds. The house will comp someone if they are disappointed. And when they gotta comp a few people disappointed with the same girl, then they want to talk.

So far, I've had no complaints. I provide a shockingly large number of blowjobs, usually as part of a rub and tug package. Since meeting Mr X, and taking rides in his car, I have also discovered that I like the taste of semen. His anyway. 

I haven't told Mr X I like his jizz. I value him as a client but that's it. People treat hookers weird because they can. Also, I don't want any unplanned changes in my diet. 

The last week has been so dull I swear if someone wants me to pee on 'em, I might do it. And laugh. 

An ex-boyfriend used to like watersports, or watching it online, at least. We tried it in the shower. It was ok, kinda novel. Not my thing. In the end it's just hot, stinky water that just came out of your boy or girl. He kinda lost interest in it after that and we tried some other stuff, some of it ... novel. Watching bondage can get me going. Or gangbangs. Both. Really though, I'm pretty vanilla slash lazy myself. So much kinky stuff requires such a ... capital investment. Maintenance. Permits. Accountants. Jesus. I'm not complicated. Treat me nice, ask me about my day... If you can wait out typical periodic female biological functions, or not sqeamish, skip the wait: Pop a dick in me. Everybody has a thing. I've been with women too, especially as of late. The girls in the House fool around a lot, play in bed. I enjoy it, sure, but it is more of a way to unwind and bond than a visceral urge. With dudes, it's different, simpler. Dudes have exactly three functions: fucking, fighting and fixing shit.

All the other cages visible from here have girls in them but nobody is on the table. The next cage over has a couple girls in it lying or scissoring on the floor, can't really tell. I can't see their sign. 

"What's your job ladies?" As way of response, one of the ladies lifts her leg to expose half a long flexible dong. I have a bad angle for them and can't see anywhere else for entertainment. I consider rubbing one out but I'm enjoying the building tension. 

People, fully clothed people, are entering to my right and gathering in what appears to be a lounge area. Someone takes center and starts talking. Everyone looks pretty normal from here. Occasionally the people chuckle or clap. An orientation of sorts, I gather.

Eventually the meeting winds down and people start moving into our area. 

A couple of guys step up to my cage. "Free Blowjobs!" I sing out. 

"Mickey. You go first." 

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"No. Go ahead."

"After you."

"Are you guys for real?" I say, truly annoyed at this elaborate ritual. "Both of you get your dicks out and take turns."

Both men seem to quail in shock but remain out of dick sucking range. 

"Whatever. May the best man return... several times." I coo.

"You believe this bitch, Tony?" Says the guy who must be Mickey. Believe it or not, this is the first time as a whore I have been addressed as a lower rank.

"Bitch? I'm not a bitch, moron. I'm a whore." I know these guys will tolerate some push back but I need to keep it playful. If I wanted to be mean and possibly dead in a ditch somewhere, I would have said his mom's a bitch. or whore.

"Oh yeah. Prove it." he says, stepping up to the bars. Tony walks off.

Mickey is kind of big and uncircumcised. I fumble a bit in the darkness. He sighs and pulls the foreskin back for me. I help him put on a condom.

"Thank you sir," I say sweetly and take him down, down, down. I think I outdid my deep throat record on the very first the first time that night.

I heard him sigh appreciatively, and I began to bob a little bit. I suppressed a retch as ladylike as possible under the circumstances. "Take it slower," he said helpfully. 

"You think?" I shot back, more annoyed at myself than him. I haven't gagged on a cock lately. Some men like it, and I can fake it if needed, but it's just so... ugh.

I try again, slower, with more slurping, less gagging. People are gathering by the cage to watch.

Soon Mickey is breathing hard, and leans forward against the bars of the cage, thrusting his cock roughly against the back of my throat. I moan, which is no act. I do like it a little rough. He puts a hand through the bars and gently but firmly 

grabs my hair and slowly pulls me closer. After a few minutes, he grabs the bars, grunts. As he withdraws, the condom is dangerously swollen.

"Next!" I call out brightly. 

There is a dark haired women in her twenties, leaning on a bodybuilder dude, her hand thrust down the front his pants, moving slowly. Nice. I like the way this is going. 

No one steps forward immediately so I sexy crawl towards them, looking up at them both. This guy is even bigger than Mickey. I don't know how many more mishaps this old cage can take. I grab the bars and shake them. 

The damage to the other corner has made the whole cage unsteady. "Um, this isn't gonna work," I say. "Someone let me out." The woman opens the door from the other side. 

I crawl out on hands and knees, looking up at her and this musclebound guy whom I will designate as Meathead. She will be Girlfriend.

Girlfriend pulls his cock out and holds it for me. I smile sweetly. "Wanna take turns?" I ask her, stroking his cock with my left hand, my right hand sliding up his thigh.

"Sort of. We want to take turns ... with you?"

"Mmm... Ok. I like where your head's at... But we need to relocate to table six, right behind you." They turn and look.

"Oh, sure." Meathead zips back up. I lead them to the table and sit on the edge. It is large enough to lie on comfortably at about the height of a coffee table.

"You can tie me up if you want," I say with a suggestive tilt of the head. "I know I would enjoy that."

Meathead and Girlfriend exchange glances.

"Absolutely," they say in unison. We all laugh.

I sit on the table. "Is this a special occasion for you?" I ask to both, neither in particular.

"Kind of," Girlfriend answers. "His birthday is tomorrow. Also, we are trying to, you know, experiment a little. Keep things interesting."

"I see. Did you have specific experiments in mind?"

"Well, one of my birthday presents to him is a pass if he wanted to, uh, get some strange. But now, I'm wanting to play also." Girfriend gushes. "So... yes? To both. I'm sorry, I didn't really think this through. What do you suggest?" 

"Hmm. Well, the person on the table doesn't have much control... so... Would you rather be doing stuff to me or me doing stuff to you? We can experiment. And what kind of things do you definitely not like?"

She seemed to be momentarily at a loss for words. 

Meathead spoke up. "We didn't think that far ahead. We only discussed me getting a blowjob. And... she doesn't like anal." 

"Oh my god. I can't believe you jumped straight to anal." Girlfriend exclaims, her face growing even redder. "Ok, so I'm vanilla."

"That's fine. It's important to discuss limits so no one gets hurt feelings. Or holes. So have you had bad anal experiences or just kinda squicky about it?"

"Mmmm... just kind of squicky I guess. It just seems... dirty."

"Most guys are all about anal as long as it isn't their own ass. Then they get all weird about it."

She looks at him, points at me.

"See? What she said."

He shakes his head, glances away.

"How about I be the one on the table first and tell you what I want done to me. That's called topping from the bottom. That way you get to sample what I like and decide for yourself if you wanna try more at home."

"That sounds good," Girlfriend says. "Babe, what do you think?"

Meathead shrugs. 

"Good. Now about my limits. Rule one: Nothing involving poop, pee, or blood. At all. If you touch me with any of those things... bad things will happen to you. Got it?" 

They both say, "Got it."

"Rule two: If anyone at all in earshot says red, we all stop. Immediately. And someone better fucking untie me right away or... bad things will happen to you. Got it?"

"Got it."

"That's it. End of rules."

Girlfriend looks nervous. I place my hand on her shoulder. "Are you sure you're ok with this?"

"Yes. This was my idea actually."

I smile warmly, "Wonderful. Another thing. Since I won't be able to move, and my mouth might be full, you are going to have to use your own imagination at times. Imagine I'm you, think of what you like done to you and do that to me, ok?"

She nods.

"It's ok to just watch, too. But there is a whole Internet full of porn, though, so in my opinion, watching is a wasted opportunity."

Now sir, am I correct in assuming you are currently the more adventurous of you two?"

Meathead nods.

"Do you want all three of us playing at the same time or start out slower, one on one?"

"I think it would be better if we all are playing at once."

"I agree. Ok, keeping in mind what I just said about my limits... Feel free to finger or fill any holes you fancy, you don't have to ask, but if you want to put anything up my ass, you have to use your own lube. And a condom." 

"Babe, I have some in my purse... if you need it." Girlfriend says. 

"I planned ahead," she says sheepishly. 

"Sir, you have found a wonderful lady. I suggest you keep her."

He grins and nods. "Yeah, I plan on it."

I lie face up on the table, spread eagle. She secures my feet and he my arms. My head is resting on a small leather bound cushion.

Girlfriend nods.

"Now, about that blowjob..." Meathead says.

"Bring it on" I say.

Girlfriend unzips him and pulls his cock out and helps him put a condom on. She is adorable. I think she is doing this out of fear of losing him rather than genuine curiosity, but hey, we all have to start somewhere.

She feeds me his cock and I gurgle and slurp it contentedly. She watches me watching her and smiles. She approaches the middle of the table and leans over to play with my boobs.




The Club



My name is Caroline, I have been married to the most wonderful man, James, for almost thirty years now and we have 3 grown up children and 2 grandchildren, who all live several miles away and have all lives of their own. 

Since the youngest Johnny left home to start a new life with his own wife our home has been quiet and I feel a void whenever I wander around the large house. 

One afternoon as James and I were sat in our back yard enjoying the warm weather reading our books, I decided to broach the subject of maybe expanding our social circle, perhaps by joining a club or something similar to occupy our time and to have more fun. Over the years we have both grown a little stale and just taken each other for granted. I now felt it was time to get out of our rut and enjoy life once again together. 

"James" I said, "Now the children have all flown the nest, what do you think about resuming any hobbies or even gaining new ones? Don't you feel life is passing us by and leaving us well behind? We are getting old before our time."

"Hmm maybe you're right. I have been thinking much the same recently." replied James, "Do you have any ideas in your clever head that we could do things together?"

"Well, I thought about asking Mary and Tom about the club they go to. Mary has said it's great fun with a great bunch of people. I don't really know much about it because Mary has never said anything in detail, just that it's been a godsend for her and Tom's relationship since they started going. I will ask her about it when I see her tomorrow."

The following afternoon I met up with Mary for our weekly lunch date and once we had ordered our food and sat down on the terrace overlooking the local park I brought up the subject.

"Mary, you know James and I are at stalemate now the children have all left home, well we were thinking of joining some club or something to give us some different interests we can share. The last thing we want or need is to carry on as we are, doing nothing in particular and just drifting from one day to another. We need some other outlet while we are still relatively young enough to enjoy our time. We are stagnating. We are becoming a boring old couple and we are not ready for the slipper and pipe brigade yet!"

"Oh Caroline, you will never be in that category believe me. As your friend I wouldn't let you go that way." Mary answered. "Actually Tom and I were talking about you two the other night and did wonder whether you would like and be interested in joining the club we go to."

"Ha ha funny you should say that, because James and I were talking last evening and he suggested I talk to you about the possibility of joining you and Tom maybe the next time you go. Thing is neither of us know anything about the club you go to every week. You have always avoided and changed the conversation whenever I have asked about it."

Mary looked away from me for a minute or two and appeared to be considering her next words carefully.

"Caroline, let me ask you first a question, you may be shocked at me asking, but believe me I don't want to offend you or James. Have you or James ever played around – with others - while you have been together?"

I gasped and sat there with a stunned look upon my face. Different thoughts were rushing through my brain and wondering where this conversation was heading. 

"What a strange question Mary. Of course we haven't. We have been perfectly happy with each other for almost 30 years and still are, and no I am not offended, just surprised at the question. We have known each other for a long long time, our children were friends from junior school, and I would have thought you knew us both well enough to realise we have always been faithful to each other."

"OK, never mind then. I apologise, maybe the club Tom and I go to won't be of interest to you and James. It is just for adults and very very discreet if you get my meaning."

I was stunned by the implication and didn't know what to say but I was also very curious indeed, my curiosity was piqued and I tried to get more details from Mary but she was hesitant in disclosing any more information. She changed the subject and we ended discussing shopping and other mundane topics.

On arriving home I related the conversation to James, who I thought would be as stunned and shocked as I was, but to my surprise wasn't, saying he had had his suspicions for quite a while but hadn't wanted to say anything to me for fear of my feelings towards our friends changing.

Over dinner and the next few days we discussed what Mary had said and we unanimously discovered we were on the same wave length and thought the idea, or what we imagined , to be worth a go especially if we made our own rules for our own behaviour and felt comfortable with everything. 

"It could be what the young ones call 'a turn on' , and help us get out of this rut we find ourselves in. Add some spice to our jaded palette so to speak." said James a week later.

I must admit although I had never been with anyone but James the idea was exciting and was in fact turning me on, so I telephoned Mary the following day and we arranged to meet to talk in more detail.

Mary and Tom met us in the local bar where we secured a booth near the back where we wouldn't be overheard. We had decided to meet in a bar as it was felt to be neutral and neither couple would feel as pressured and could leave when and if they wanted to.

Tom started up the conversation by saying how much Mary and he had been able to rekindle some of the excitement and vroom into their marriage which was, like ours becoming stale once their children had left home. He kept stressing, and Mary agreed , that since they joined the club their love for each other had not diminished at all but had in affect grown stronger. 

"We always know we will go home together and talk about what had happened while we were there. There are no secrets at all between us. We trust each other implicitly and if either one of us thought or felt things were getting out of hand or either one of us was getting too involved with someone else, we would tell each other straight away and discuss the situation. We have a safe word as a back up so we can relay any fears we may have. This I think is a good precaution to have.

Luckily this hasn't happened, one reason being the love we have for each other and the other people have similar thoughts."

Mary again concurred and added that she knew Tom would be close by so therefore felt safe in that knowledge and as long as precautions were used, knew they would not contract any diseases. In fact she said in each room condoms were available for everyone if they so wished to use them. 

We spent quite a few hours sat there in the bar, ordering several rounds of drinks, asking questions and receiving answers to our queries before saying goodnight to each other and saying James and I would talk some more before making any decisions. 

Well we did talk, the subject of joining the club was in the forefront of both our minds, although we were both newcomers to that situation we weren't naïve enough not realise there may be pitfalls somewhere. 

A couple of days later I telephoned Mary and gave her our decision and we arranged to meet the following Friday evening at a small hotel on the edge of town. 

Friday arrived and I became more nervous and excited as the time to leave drew closer. It took me ages to decide what to wear, discounting many of my wardrobe items before settling on a simple short sleeved, light blue coloured dress with a sweetheart neckline and soft draping skirt, which showed off my tan. James was also nervous and I could tell excited at the prospect of what lay ahead for us this evening. He chose something smart and casual to wear, a pair of light coloured chinos and pale blue polo shirt which also showed off his tanned body and muscles.

We drove to the hotel, having entered the directions into our Sat Nav as neither of us had been to this side if town before, and arrived just as Mary and Tom were getting out of their car. 

We all hugged and and the men shook hands before Mary said to us

"I know you both will be feeling nervous and apprehensive about tonight, it's only natural, Tom and I felt the same way when we first came here."

"There's no need really guys" added Tom, "You can go at your own pace and do not have to do anything you don't want to. Whatever or whoever you see here stays here, that is one of the main rules. If you happen to see someone here you know it isn't a cause of gossip or such away from here. We all pride ourselves on the utmost discretion, that way everyone can feel comfortable and relaxed and safe. I am sure you understand."

Mary continued, " To start with, you will be given a loose robe to wear, you can remove all of your clothes or leave your underwear on underneath, until as and when you feel comfortable enough to take them off. It is entirely up to you there is no pressure at all. Everyone here has had a first day so will understand and accept how nervous you both are."

James and I both nodded and agreed to the rules and taking hold of each others hand followed Mary and Tom into the foyer of the hotel. 

It had been explained to us by Mary that because of its location the hotel although relatively small hosted many events for groups and conferences throughout the week so therefore each group could theoretically book the whole hotel if the need arose. Fridays was The Clubs' night and although there may be the occasional member of the public staying they were housed in a separate area, so our section was completely private. 

Mary introduced James and me to Susan and Michael, the organisers, and left us with them.

We were led into a large room after being issued with our gowns where there must have been over fifty people sat and stood around chatting and laughing with each other. The room was comfortable with large sofas and arm chairs sectioned off for the different parts of the room. James and I looked around inquisitively and shyly but saw nothing out of the ordinary except that everyone was dressed in a white gown. 

This had been explained, by Michael, while in this room everyone had to have a gown on so as not to, 'frighten away any new prospective members'. 

At the far end of the room a door led to a corridor where the bedrooms were. Anyone could use any room as they chose even sharing with others if that was what they wanted. Another of the rules was you could do whatever you wanted as long as everyone involved was in agreement. 

You could go in and just watch other couples or participate, it was entirely up to the individual. 

James and I wandered around the room striking up conversations with some of the others and then found ourselves in the corridor looking into a room where two couples were performing on the huge bed. The room was quite large and had a three small sofas dotted around the room facing the king sized bed which had been placed in position for anyone to watch. The lighting was subdued except where the bed was situated where it was slightly brighter. There were two other couples already watching so James and I inched to the empty sofa and were amazed at the two couples on the bed. 

The women were wrapped around each and kissing each other while the two men both had their dicks in the nearest pussy. As we watched spellbound, positions changed and one of the women turned slightly allowing the nearest man to enter her back passage.

Wow I had never seen anything like it before and certainly had never experienced something like that. I turned to James and saw he also was surprised and I also noticed he was getting excited, his breathing was heavier and he had a tent under his gown while watching the action in front of us. 

I found my breathing had also quickened and my hand had slipped beneath James' robe and I could feel his hard erection throbbing and his pre cum leaking. My, I was so turned on, I quickly glanced at the others in the room to see whether they had noticed but luckily for us they were also either entranced with the couples on the bed or were wrapped up in each other. 

I leant forward and down onto James' 8inch cock taking him into my mouth and licking his pre cum greedily. Mmmm it was deliciously naughty to be doing this in public but such a massive turn on! 

James' cock throbbed and pulsed and very soon I found myself with a throat full of his cum, swallowing as much as I could. 

Once James had finally exhausted his supply of spunk we wiped off the remnants left in my hair and on my chin, with the box of tissues left beside the sofa for this purpose, and crept out of the room so not to disturb the others. 

Out in the corridor James and I looked at each other and smiled and giggled not believing what we had just witnessed and especially what we had just done in public. 

"Caroline, you were amazing," said James, "that was an experience so new to me and to us. I was really turned on watching the actions of the couples and when you went down on me I couldn't have been more surprised and delighted." 

"Darling, the mood took me over and I couldn't resist," I replied smiling."Do you want to look into some of the other rooms now and see what we discover?"

The next room we found down the corridor was in fact empty. The set up was practically the same as the one we had just left, with a king sized bed and small sofas on the edge of the room.

We decided to take advantage of this and fell into each others arms while slipping off the robes.

Once on the bed James began kissing me all over, starting by nibbling my hardened nipples and lightly massaging the other. His free hand began gently going over my belly until he reached my very wet pussy lips.

He touched my clit and ran his fingers up and over up and over and in small circles before slipping his fingers into my waiting pussy. He finger fucked me for a few minutes at the same time transferring his tongue to my other nipple and sucking and pulling on it. 

"Ah James, I want you now, I can feel myself cumming and I want you inside me!" I panted. 

James adjusted himself and laid above me putting his engorged cock into my waiting pussy. We rocked together easily and soon got into a rhythm which enhanced the exquiste feeling between us. 

At the back of my mind I had heard a sound but the passion of the moment was all I could think of and I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around James' waist going with the motion of ecstasy Together we both climaxed in unison. My juices mixing and blending with James' spunk.

We both collapsed on the bed, spent but happy eyes closed and breathing heavily from the exertions, when we both heard soft rustling noises. We opened our eyes and found we had had an audience, we had completely forgotten in the height of our passion to lock the door. Three couples were watching us and two were fondling each other over on the far sofa.

Knowing we were new to the club the nearest man gestured to James that he would love to join us with his wife. 

James looked at me hesitantly with a questioning look in his eyes, I nodded and whispered to him,

"Why not? We may as well enjoy all the experiences we can."

James nodded to the man and his wife (Ian and Clare) to join us. They slipped off their robes and approached the bed. I noticed Ian's cock was much larger than James' and did briefly wonder whether I could accommodate it. He was muscular and tanned and quite handsome. Clare was dark haired and shapely with a flat belly that topped a shaven pussy. 

Ian began to fondle and expertly kiss my breasts while James did the same to Clare. The sensation of having another man touch me like that was both exciting and strange, every fibre of my body felt electric. Ian soon moved down and began licking my pussy lips and playing and teasing my clit with his tongue. My juices were flowing and Ian was drinking it up with gusto. It was beautiful and erotic.

I peeped through my eyelashes at James and Clare to see her take James' cock deep into her mouth softly moaning as she fed the full length as far as it would go, while lightly playing and squeezing his balls. 

Oh what a turn on. 

I never thought I would be turned on watching my husband having a blow job in front of me while I was being fucked at the same time by another man. 

Ian had placed my legs over his shoulders and entered me gently at first before he started to pound harder and quicker, making me gasp and breathe so much more heavily. I was surprised and very pleased that my worries of being able to accommodate his size were unfounded but truly arousing. 

After quite some time we all climaxed together and fell in a tangle upon the bed fully sated.

Later when dressed and on our way home both James and I said in unison laughing 

"That was fantastic. Brilliant and fabulous."

"I can't wait to get home and try out some of those new moves from tonight, so come on big boy drive faster and fuck me again and again."

"Yeh, and next week we may have some more new moves to try out!" replied James.



The "Club"



This story is based on an actual event that occurred with my wife. It's my first go at writing so please feel free to make comments or suggestions. Thanks to Wicked Inside for editing.

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As she stood in the line, Karie couldn't help but feel both nervous and excited at the same time. Here she was, a 41 yr old married woman with her husband waiting to get into a swingers' club. Like most couples they had talked about threesomes etc but it had never really gotten past the talking about it part. Not that she was a prude by any sense of the imagination, she had always enjoyed sex and the fact that her husband Dan was always looking to try something new had kept the excitement going for the past 15 years of their marriage. She had always been game to try the toys he came home with and loved it when he tied her up and teased her before finally giving into her pleading and fucking her silly.

She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window and found that she was more than happy with the way she had taken care of herself. At 5ft6 and 130lbs, she liked the way her body looked and was more than pleased with the curves that 2 kids had given her. Dan always commented on how after the kids had come, her 36b breasts were much more sensitive and he loved the way they moved when they made love. She loved the way he licked and gently nibbled on her small pink nipples and she liked even more they the way that they made her incredibly horny and seemingly on their own could bring her to orgasm.

She glanced over at Dan and decided to give him the once over as well. She certainly could have done a lot worse than him. Over the years he had gained some weight but when he had turned 40 a few years ago, he had decided that he didn't want to be the fat dad and decided to hit the gym. While there were still a few pounds to go, he had worked hard at it and now she loved the way his arms and back had gotten so much stronger lately and found that she couldn't keep her hands off him.

As they finally moved to the front of the line she thought back to how they had gotten here. They were on their annual trip to Portland for Black Friday shopping. It was a few days they always looked forward to as it got all the Christmas shopping done in one crazy night and it also allowed them some much needed time together away from the kids.

Last night, they had gone for dinner and back to the hotel for a glass of wine and as usual one thing led to another and the next thing she knew there was an adult movie on and they were both furiously fucking each other. This time was a bit different though as the movie actually had some sort of plot revolving around a couple that get introduced to the swinging scene and obviously end up enjoying it. She had to admit, she had always fantasized about having another couple or man in bed with them and the group sex scenes had always managed to bring out her slutty side. She loved the idea of being the center of attention for 2 guys, having their hands roam her body and having two nice cocks to play with. She loved the size and feel of Dans cock, at 8.5 inches and thick, it was big but not too big and the idea of having 2 of those got her extremely horny.

As they walked through town the next day the topic came up again and she had to laugh as Dale had mentioned that he had looked it up and there was a swingers club in town and suggested that they visit it. She kind of laughed it off a bit but had to admit that she was interested. Away from town there was no chance of running into anyone they knew and she could really let loose. To top it off, Dan had put her at ease by saying that the rule was if either one of them was uncomfortable with anything then they just said the word and they would leave immediately. She decided to think on it and then at dinner that night she decided to go for it, told Dale to call a cab and here they were.

As they walked inside, at first glance you would have just thought it was a regular night club; there was a huge dance floor full of people and tables all around. The one noticeable difference was that a lot of the people were half clothed or wearing lingerie and there was the odd group of people making out on the stage.

Karie grabbed Dan's hand and went straight to the bar to grab some drinks then decided to walk around and see what other treasures this club had in store. In the back there were single rooms she assumed were for a bit more privacy. Another larger room was called the couples room and was quite large with about 5 beds in it, each with a couple making love on them and groups of other couples watching and waiting. They continued upstairs and noticed a large glass -walled room where there must have been 30 naked people all on the floor, clearly the orgy room.

As they walked back downstairs she started to feel that familiar feeling of sluttiness coming across her; the freedom of this place and seeing people groping each other all over the place was making her wet and extremely horny. But first she wanted to do some dancing and get some nervous energy out of her. As they danced a few songs, she noticed another couple dancing close to them and occasionally looking over at the two of them. Eventually the couple made their way over and introduced themselves as John and Scarlett. John was an attractive man at about 6ft and in obviously good shape, while Scarlett was the same height and build as her (Karie) but with what she guessed to be d cup breasts. They danced a few more songs and chatted a bit and as the songs continued both John and Scarlett moved their dancing a little closer and Karie found herself dancing in the middle of both John and Scarlett. She glanced over at Dan who had a sly grin on his face and gave her a nod of encouragement so she continued on and eventually allowed both of them at one point or another to grab her ass and dance a little dirtier than what she would normally allow herself.

The four of them decided to take a break and managed to find a table where they could sit and chat a bit. It turned out that John was in sales and Scarlett was in the fashion business and they were down for a quick vacation also. It turned out they lived about an hour's drive from Karie and Dan. Karie couldn't help but notice how easily the conversation went and it was like they had been friends their whole life, discussing kids, jobs, marriage, etc and having a great time. Dan and John were getting on great and joking along while she and Scarlett had a lot of things in common.

John was saying how they were from out of town as well and they had come here on a whim to see what it was all about. Dan laughed and said that was exactly the same thing that we were doing. Neither of the two couples had ever done anything like this before but both had made that fateful decision to go for it and now it seemed to be going better than either of them had hoped for.

John and Dan were in the middle of some type of sports conversation when Scarlett grabbed Karies hand and walked her to the back were there were a row of lockers. She took out a lock and started to undo her blouse. Karie kind of looked at her a bit stunned, unsure of what she was doing.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm just taking off my bra and thong. John has had such a fantasy about this that I want to show him a good time and tease him a bit before anything happens, you should too. I'm sure Dale would love it." she laughed.

And with that she reached under her skirt, peeled off her thong and took off her bra. Karie couldn't help but stare at her breasts, in her mind they were beautiful. Much like her own they showed the signs of breastfeeding but she loved the way they looked. Someone bumped into her to break her out of her trance and she decided what the hell, might as well go for it myself. She too reached under her black skirt and took off her thong, then unbuttoned her top and started to remove her bra. She was so nervous that she was having trouble with the clasp when Scarlet came to the rescue. She put her arms around Karie and undid her bra, letting it fall into Karie's hand.

Karie gasped a bit when her naked breasts brushed against Scarlett's. Her nipples immediately responded to the touch and got rock hard as the two of them stood in silence for a moment, not moving.

"wow, that was amazing." Scarlett said a little nervously. "Lets get back to the boys and see where this night takes us."

As the girls came back to the table, the boys looked up and noticed that something was different and then both noticed what their wives had done. Dan looked Karie up and down and as she moved her hand up his leg she felt his raging hard on through his pants.

"We decided that since we're here, we might as well make the most of it. Hope you like it."

Dan smiled and looked her up and down "I do like it, there just one thing that needs to be done to make it perfect." said, reaching over and undid the first 3 buttons on her blouse so that her breasts were almost falling out and virtually any type of movement gave anyone who was paying attention a clear view of her tits. He reached in quickly and grabbed one of her nipples giving it a quick squeeze.

"Two can play your little teasing game." and withdrew his hand, knowing full well that now his wife was totally turned on.

John laughed when he saw what was going on and looked over at Scarlett and without saying a word, did the same thing. Scarlett let out a loud moan as John played with her nipple then withdrew it.

"Think I'm gonna enjoy this club." he joked "What do you say we do some more dancing?"

As they danced, Karie couldn't help but look at John and Scarlett. Scarlett looked incredible, the way her body moved, the way her breasts bounced as she danced. Her attention was quickly moved over to another group of people dancing beside them. One woman was topless and wearing just a g string while a man behind her pulled on her nipples. She looked back over at Dan and grabbed him close, sliding her hand down his pants and grabbing his hard cock.

"Tonight is going to be your lucky night baby." she whispered in his ear "I am so horny right now, I need a good hard fucking!"

"And just who do you want to fuck you, me, John or Scarlett?"

"All of you, I want all of you to use me, I want to be your little slut tonight, I want to do anything you want."

Dan gave her a big smile, all these years of talking about it and it was finally going to happen. For some reason the thought of watching someone else make love to his wife had always turned him on. It wasn't that he wanted to fuck anyone else, he was still madly in love with his wife but he liked the idea of watching her writhing in ecstasy, it was something he had never been able to get out of his mind.

Dan started to feel a bit more brave and reached up and undid another button on her blouse; now there was nothing left to cover up her amazing tits and he loved the way they moved as she danced. His cock was raging and as he looked around he noticed other men and women glancing over at her, watching her as well. Scarlett noticed what he had done and came over and moved closer to Karie while John took the cue and came up behind her. The three slowly moved closer together while Dan decided to move a step back and watch. Scarlett started by running her hands up and down Karie's skirt, moving it higher and higher while behind her John was running his hand up and down her sides and slowly moving his hands closer to Karie's tits.

Dan could see that Karie was clearly loving it and was starting to return the attention to Scarlett in front of her. She too started by undoing a couple of Scarlett's buttons on her shirt, so that the two of them were now both fully exposed on the dance floor. She quickly glanced her hand across Scarletts nipples and Dan could see her give out a moan. Karie's skirt was now nothing more than a belt and her ass and pussy were completely open for anyone to see. John now had his hands roaming all over Karie's breasts, playing lightly with her nipples while Scarlett feeling a bit more bold had slid a finger up to Karies shaved pussy and was running her hand up and down her slit.

Karie whispered something in Scarlett's ear and they started to walk off the dance floor. Both Dan and John were a bit disappointed but the girls came over and grabbed their hands and started walking to the down the hall, leading them to the couples room.

"We figured that we had given everyone enough of a show and wanted to see what was going on in here." Karie told the group.

The room was dimly lit but they could clearly see the 5 beds laid out around the room. The group settled in to the side to see watch a bit of how the whole thing worked. There appeared to be a bit of a lineup but no-one seemed to mind. The group looked around and saw that 3 of the beds had couples making love on them while the other 2 beds were filled with foursomes in various positions. On the bed closest to them, there was a blonde woman laying on her back, two men on each side of her and she was sucking one cock while jerking off the other and then switching back and forth. Between her legs was a woman with long black hair and a fantastic ass, fingering and sucking her pussy. The woman was writhing around, moaning like crazy as the 3 of them made love to her.

The group watched this going on and Karie moved in front of Dan who grabbed her and pulled her close. She loved the way his hard cock felt on her ass and couldn't wait for him to fuck her tight hole. Scarlett and John were making out like kids beside them, John had one hand playing with Scarletts shaved pussy while the other was grabbing her ass hard.

Dan moved his hands to the front of his wife and pushed the fabric of her shirt aside, he started slowly tickling the sides of Karies breasts, coming teasingly close but not quite touching her nipples. He could feel her breath start to quicken as he continued to circle around her breasts. He moved his hands slowly down her side to her legs, hiking her skirt back up and touched her inner thigh, just glancing her soaking wet pussy.

Karie was writhing under his touch, wanting more and more, she could feel the wetness of her pussy start to run down her legs, she needed to be fucked and fucked hard. "Please, please" she whispered to Dan. Dan just gave a sly little chuckle under his breath; she knew he was going to torture her for as long as she could hold out.

To their right, Karie noticed that Scarlett and John were both running their hands all over each other. John had completely removed Scarlett's top and it now lay on the floor. He was kissing her deeply, alternating between squeezing her nipples between his fingers and giving her ass a little spank. Karie could see that Scarlett's ass was starting to get a little red and that every time John spanked it, she gave out a little cry and kissed him even harder. For her part, Scarlett was tugging on John's cock and for the first time, Karie got a good look at it. It was about the same length as Dan's but not quite a thick. She found herself staring at it, anticipating having both him and Dan inside of her at the same time.

Scarlett noticed Karie's gaze and leaned over "I want to see him fuck you with that beautiful cock of his. We want to both fuck you silly tonight."

Karie could only nod at first then finally "Yes, I want his cock, both of these cocks so badly. I want to get fucked in all my holes tonight, please, use me, anything you want."

Scarlett gave her a smile "mmm this is going to be fun, by the time we're done, you won't be able to walk home."

Scarlett looked over at Karie and reached out her hand to Karie's breast. Following Dan's lead, she circled her left breast, then finally rubbed and stroked across her nipple, glancing a finger back and forth across it. Karie had never been touched by another woman and it sent her over the edge. Scarletts hands were softer than Dan's and the feeling was amazing. She arched her back and gasped as Scarlett continued to gently play with her nipple which was by now so hard that it ached. Karie's body shuddered under her touch and she let out a loud groan as she had finally had her first orgasm of the night.

The four looked down to the bed nearest them where the foursome seemed to be slowly coming to a close. Both girls were now on their backs, playing with each other, their legs high up in the air as their partners fucked them. After a few more minutes, one guy pulled his cock out and groaned as he came all over the black haired girl's tits. Both girls played with the cum, rubbing it into her tits. This was too much for the second one and within seconds he too pulled out and came on the blond girl's tits. The four of them laid there for a few minutes, catching their breath and revelling in the afterglow.

The party slowly got up and gathered their clothes, stripped the bed of the dirty sheets and moved along. Scarlett and Karie quickly grabbed a new set of sheets from the pile and put them on.

The four of them quickly removed the last of their clothes and fell onto the bed. Karie quickly grabbed Dan and kissed him hard, running her hands down his legs she grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. Scarlett moved to the side of Karie and started sucking her breasts, teasing her nipples at first, then giving them soft little bites. Karie moaned loudly as Scarlett toyed with her and then felt Scarlett start to move further down her body. Scarlett kissed her way down Karie's body, taking in her scent as she moved to her shaved pussy. She roughly spread Karie's legs and immediately started licking her pussy, making sure that she licked all of her. Dan had now gotten on his knees and was at first rubbing his cock all over Karie's tits, then grabbing her head and commanding her to suck him off.

Karie immediately responded to Dan's command and began by giving his cock a tongue bath, licking the sides and tip, then moving her way down to his balls. She took them deep in her mouth and heard Dan say "good girl, suck them harder you little slut." Normally Karie wouldn't have responded well to this type of language but tonight the words only made her hornier and she just looked up at Dan's face and continued to take them deep into her mouth.

For his part John had watched the three of them a bit but couldn't wait any longer, he moved to Karie's side and roughly grabbed handfuls of her tits, running his fingers over her nipples and pulling them. Karie released Dan to look at what was being done to her body. Below she saw Scarlett looking her in the eye as he nibbled on her clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure over her body. The site of this along with John lifting her breasts by her nipples sent another shudder down her spine. She didn't know she could feel this much pleasure at one time.

Scarlett suddenly got up and in a strong voice said "get on all fours slut, I want John to taste this tight little ass of yours, and face the crowd so they can see the look on your face as we fuck you. That's what you want right? To be used like a little slut while everyone watches?"

Karie immediately responded with "Yes, please, you can do anything to me. Just please don't stop, I want to be your whore tonight." and got on all fours, moving so that her head was facing the waiting area. She looked up and saw about 10 people all waiting for their own beds, in various states of undress and at least 1 or 2 couples intently watching her. While a part of her felt that she should be embarrassed, she couldn't help but love the fact that complete strangers were watching her move from housewife to whore.

Scarlett moved behind Karie and slid underneath her to continue working her pussy while John spread her ass cheeks to expose her tight ass. He gently rubbed them and then suddenly gave her a good hard spank, first one on each cheek, then 2 and 3. Dan looked down at her reddening ass and moved his way up to Karie's face again. She quickly grabbed his cock and opened her mouth. Dan pulled back a bit, keeping his cock teasingly close to her mouth. She had never wanted a cock so bad in her mouth. She didn't just want it, she needed it.




The "Club"



She looked up at him "Give me your cock, I need it, I have to have it."

Dan reached down and pulled hard on one of her nipples, rolling it between his fingers then reached back and gave her ass a spank of his own. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess."

Karie opened her mouth wide and took Dans cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down on it, trying to take it all in. She loved the way his cock felt on the back of her throat and loved it even more when she felt Scarlett slide 3 then 4 fingers deep into her cunt. Scarlett was slowly working her pussy from the inside, moving her fingers around, filling her and spreading her pussy wider and wider. She then felt Johns thumb slowly slide into her ass, he wiggled it around a bit, getting it ready for the next one, then another. Karie found herself with a cock in her mouth, 4 fingers in her pussy and another 3 in her ass. She had never felt so full before and wanted to be filled further. Hearing Karie's moans, John grabbed a handful of her ass and gave it a light slap, then another and finally a third harder slap. Karie groaned as John spanked her ass. She could feel the heat coming from where he had spanked her and begged for more. John quickly gave her three more on the other ass cheek, admiring the slight redness that appeared

Underneath her, Scarlett slid up further and started sucking on each of her nipples, biting them softly then harder, pulling a bit with her teeth. Karie moaned more under her touch; every nerve on her body was on fire. Scarlett moved a bit further up and started licking Dan's balls while Karie worked more and more of it down her throat. Scarlett reached up and took the cock out of her mouth and replaced it with her own, kissing her deeply and letting Karie taste her own juices.

Dan was in heaven as the two girls alternated between sucking his cock and balls and knew he was going to cum soon if he didn't stop. He pulled away from the girls and stated "Enough, its time to fill her up."

The 4 untangled themselves and Dave laid on his back, cock pointing straight up. Karie moved up and was hovering over his cock, anxious to finally have it inside of her.

"You know the rules darling. You have to face the crowd, and I don't want your pussy, I want your ass, now turn around and fuck me!"

Karie turned around and reaching down guided Dan's cock slowly into her ass. She felt the familiar burn of his cock entering her ass but slowly it went away and was replaced by an overwhelming sensation.

She started to ride him, slowly then harder and harder. In front of her one of the couples that were watching clearly couldn't wait any longer and the girl was giving her partner a furious blowjob. Then in front of her Scarlett appeared on all fours. Behind her John approached and slammed his cock deep into Scarlett's pussy. Karie bent over, careful to keep Dan's cock in her ass and reached down, grabbing Scarletts tits and slapping them a bit.

"Yes, Karie, slap my tits, harder, I love it."

Karie did as asked and slapped them harder again and again, reaching down and pulling her tits while John fucked her pussy harder and harder. Karie slowly laid back, legs spread wide, tits bouncing as Dan fucked her ass. Her engorged pussy and naked body was exposed for all to see and she loved it. Scarlett moved up and slid her tongue deep into her cunt. Tasting her juices, licking the folds of her pussy. Suddenly John gave her ass another spank and Scarlett's entire body shuddered as she had one of the best orgasms in her life.

As she rolled to the side to recover, John walked up and laid down. "Now it's your turn Karie, let's see what Dan and I can do to you."

Karie let Dans cock pop out of her ass and climbed on top of John, slowly impaling herself on his cock. Finally, she had a cock in her aching pussy and it needed to get fucked hard. 

"Just give me a minute Dan," she said and very quickly started to ride John, slowly riding him then faster and faster.

"You like that? You like that slutty married cunt? Give it to me good, fuck me hard."

John responded by grabbing her hips and holding her up high, then started thrusting his cock into her cunt faster and faster. Karie started to scream out, loving the assault on her cunt. Dan slowed down a bit, letting her catch her breath.

Dan took the cue and lined up his cock with Karie's soaking ass. He slowly entered her again, and both he and John quickly got into a rhythm. For her part Karie was in heaven; it took a minute or two to get used to having 2 cocks in her at the same time but she loved feeling so full. She could feel both cocks rubbing between the walls of her pussy and ass. All she could do was moan, and quietly ask for more. She never wanted this to stop.

She looked up to see the crowd again, watching all of them watch her get stuffed. She could barely make any noise as the two men started fucking her faster and faster. Suddenly the girl she had seen giving her boyfriend a blowjob earlier walked up to her with him. She asked if Karie needed another. Karie could only nod and open her mouth. The guy slid his cock into her open mouth, grabbed a handful of hair and started sliding his cock in and out of her. He immediately started fucking her mouth, sliding more and more cock down her throat. Using his handful of hair as a guide, he pushed her head down deep onto his cock

Karie could barely even think now, all three of her holes were being used by cock, she felt like such a whore and didn't care, she loved it, loved the attention and the feeling. She had never felt so slutty but so sexy at the same time

The three men continued working in unison. Dan would thrust forward in her ass, pushing down on the strangers cock and on her way back down, she was impaled by Johns cock. The looked over at Scarlett who was sitting down, legs wide open and fingering her cum filled pussy, playing with her tits as she watched Karie getting used. This went on for a few minutes when Dan started to grunt, he gave three or 4 more hard thrusts and exploded inside her ass, filling it with his cum.

A few seconds later, John too started to tense up, Karie could feel his cock grow in her cunt and felt the familiar warmth of cum as John lets loose inside of her pussy. John and Dan stayed inside for a few more seconds, giving themselves some time to get their senses. She went to work on the cock in her mouth, taking as much as she could down her throat. The guy started grunting and for the third time felt a cock grow inside of her. She braced herself and quickly was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. She quickly drank it all, loving the taste. She looked up at the guy who had just cum in her mouth, licking her lips to get it all she gave him a smile. 

All three men removed their cocks from Karie and she finally fell to the bed, exhausted. She was spent but it was well worth it.

Knowing that other couples wanted to use the bed, the three quickly gathered up the sheets and their clothes and got changed. Karie was sad to know that it was over, she wished she could have kept that going forever. As they dressed themselves, they gave each other knowing glances.

The four slowly walked to the exit of the club, exchanging numbers and promising to get together as soon as possible. Karie and Dan started to walk the 4 blocks to their hotel, she looked up at Dan, "You ok with all of that, it was a bit crazy?"

Dan looked at her "You've never looked sexier in my life and I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you as my wife. I love you, we gotta call them soon and do that again."

For Karie, that time couldn't come fast enough. And luckily for her it wouldn't take long.



The Club



Loud music thumped repetitively throughout the club while lights flashed and spun and pulsed. The center of the club was full of couples and single people dancing and grinding against each other. Booths, couches and bar stools lined the walls. The DJ stood above all of them on a platform off to the side of the room, nodding and dancing in place while he adjusted settings on the large board in front of him.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Jeremy said. The young man was dressed in blue jeans and a plain black polo shirt. "I'm going to starve this week just from paying the damn cover!"

"Relax!" Todd yelled over the music. Like his friend, he had on blue jeans but wore a faded t-shirt with the word 'STUD' above a large stallion overlooking several mares. Jeremy hated the shirt but had long given up trying to get his friend to get rid of it. "That's the whole point, man! To relax!" 

"Finals are Friday! Are you going to pass?" Jeremy asked nervously, glancing around the dance floor. He pushed his glasses up and squeezed the bridge of his nose. The sound seemed to dig deep into his brain. "I'm worried!"

"Exactly!" Todd said. He thumped his fingers against his thigh in time to the beat. He caught a girl bouncing her butt back against another girl, both of them dissolving into laughter. Todd leered at them.

"I have three dollars, man," Jeremy continued. He sighed at the sudden lull in music. It felt wonderful. "Three. Dollars. And you know I'm not good at... at... this. All of this."

"I've got us covered," Todd said, eyes tracking all the women dancing around the club.

"How?" Jeremy asked. "Dude, you're terrible with money. If your parents didn't send you care packages, you'd die."

Todd sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes back. "Watch and learn, man. Watch and learn."

The young man stood, dancing a few steps when the music came back on. He made his way through the crowds, brushing up against a few women along the way. The smell was intoxicating. Alcohol and sweat and perfume and raging hormones. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans. A crowd of people stood around the bar, waiting on their drinks. The bar itself was a dark, glossy brown surrounded by a thick copper pipe. 

Standing back, Todd waited. Two women and a young man approached and the girls called out their drink order: a local amber beer. The man ordered a whiskey and then said something to the girls. They laughed and nodded and left, disappearing back into the crowd. Todd turned to watch them go as the man lifted one finger towards the bartender. When Todd turned back, the bartender was nodding and pocketing a $100 bill. The other man walked away towards the bathroom.

Todd stepped closer to the bar and waited, watching the bathroom. The bartender came back with two large glasses in his hand, setting them down before snatching a tumbler to fill with a random, nearly empty whiskey bottle.

"A hard cider!" Todd yelled. The bartender nodded and turned. As soon as he did, Todd took the two beers and quickly made his way back to the small couch where Jeremy waited. 

"How," Jeremy asked, eyes nearly bulging. "How the fuck did you pay for those?" 

"I know the bartender," Todd shrugged. "I can get one free round so why not? Drink up, man. Relax and enjoy yourself. Then we go dancing. Lots of hot single chicks out there just waiting for some stud to come along."

"Nope," Jeremy replied. "I'll take the drink but I'm not going out there."

"Suit yourself. More for me." 

Todd drank deeply, gulping down the smooth, cold beer. Wiping his mouth, he sighed at the slight buzz he felt. It had been a while since he'd had alcohol but he was a little surprised just that much would affect him. Jeremy drank nervously from his own beer, nearly finishing it in one go.

"Slow down, man!" Todd laughed. His head was buzzing pleasantly and he smiled at his friend. Warmth spread through his body and he just felt so good. "Plenty of time, man." 

"Are we still getting together tomorrow night to go over Dr. Hendrick's stuff?" Jeremy asked, licking his lips after finishing his drink.

"Hmm?" Todd said, turning to his friend. "Oh, yeah. I've got that class locked down. Don't worry about it, man." He reached out, patting Jeremy's knee. Jeremy's eyes crinkled in confusion at the gesture.

Nodding his head to the beat, Todd bounced slightly, twisting his hips. He watched a young woman dancing with her partner. Eyes flicked to her chest and ass and he smiled, rubbing his crotch briefly. The girl flexed back to grind at her partner and Todd watched. He placed his hands on his knees and arched his back, mimicking the girl's movements. Satisfied, he nodded. Pleased with himself. 

"It's good beer!" Jeremy said. "When is- is it happy hour yet? Maybe I could grab another glass. I think you're right. I think I really needed to relax a bit."

Todd patted Jeremy's knee again, squeezing it briefly. 

"I know you did, man," Todd said. He brushed his fingers through his brown hair, unaware of the light blond coloring showing at the roots. "That's why I brought you here. It feels good, doesn't it? The music? God, I just want to get out there and dance."

Todd worked his hips back and forth. The warmth in his body had begun to pool lower in his stomach until he could feel it heavy and full in his guts. He flushed, laughing suddenly as a rush of hormones coursed through him. Hiding his face behind his hand, cheeks burning, he looked over at this friend for a moment and then giggled.

One of his testicles shifted, pulling deep within his body. He gasped, biting his lip as something pushed against his bladder. The testicle slid along, pushed to the side by a budding uterus. Red flesh sprouted from the tiny uterus to latch onto the testicle and it changed, cells forming until he had a single, perfect ovary. Todd groaned, pushing lightly on his stomach.

"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom, man!" Todd yelled.

"What?" Jeremy said, distracted by his own buzz. He was Japanese and, although he liked alcohol, it didn't take much to get him drunk.

Todd leaned closer to his friend, lips nearly brushing Jeremy's ear. He found himself breathing deeply. The other man smelled like books and beer and nervousness. Below all of that was the smell of him that seemed to excite Todd. His cock stirred . He could almost taste him. 

"Bathroom," Todd said. He bit his lip as his rough shirt slid against his chest. His tiny brown nipples swelled and tightened until they stood as thick and big as a pencil's eraser. His t-shirt tented out, showing his excitement. The sharp sensation raced down from his nipples to his crotch and he squirmed. His other testicle pulled into his body, leaving his sack deflated against his thighs. 

Pressing his hand on Jeremy's thigh, Todd groaned. Bones in his hips cracked lightly and then reshaped around his growing uterus. His second ovary pulled into place and he blushed again, his hairy chest reddening as another wave of hormones spread through him. His ass filled out, soft new skin overflowing the tops of his suddenly tight jeans as his hips widened.

Without another word, Jeremy stood, wobbling briefly. He pressed his hand against his head, blinking against the blood rushing loudly in his ears. His short, curly hair slid slowly down the nape of his neck, more blond showing. Todd pressed his hands against his lower stomach, groaning quietly at the cramps that struck like small, sharp knives within.

Todd seemed to swim through the sound and lights, held aloft in a dazed state. He stared at everything with eyes too large, pupils dilated. His eyelashes lengthened, more sprouting alongside the few he had until he blinked full, luscious lashes. He giggled again, hiding a smile behind his hand. The nails on the hand against his face slid slowly out, thick and clear.

Stumbling again, Todd reached the bathroom and pushed, stepping into the cool, quiet air. He walked to an empty urinal to stand next to another man. Todd struggled with his tight jeans, unbuttoning them and sighing at the release. He nodded at the man next to him.

Todd felt his eyes drawing down. His cheeks flushed when he caught sight of the man's flaccid penis above a bush of thick, brown pubic hair. His ears burned as he felt himself grow aroused. Sweat slid along his body and he shivered at his sudden sensitivity. His cock throbbed half-hard in his hand and he looked away from the man next to him.

With a moan, Todd leaned forward, left hand on the cool tile wall. The muscles in his hand and arm atrophied. The hairs lining the back and side of his hand flaked away, falling lightly down to the urinal and floor. The nails of his now feminine hand slid out. Todd couldn't stop seeing the man's cock in his mind. His mouth watered and he licked his lips. They bulged under his tongue, swelling out full and firm and wide. 

The man stepped away from the urinal and left. Todd squeezed at his own pitiful erection, imagining it was the other man's. In his mind's eye he was down on his knees, looking up. Tugging at the man's cock, smiling happily when it hardened in his small, soft hands. Careful of his nails, he'd tug and pull and stroke until he couldn't help himself. He'd bend forth, the man's hard cock slipping between his open, wet lips-

Todd cried out, voice cracking as he came. Blood and thick white rope of cum splattered against the urinal. Again and again he emptied himself of his sperm until his cock hung limp and small in his hands. Beads of sweat dripped to the ground. A few slid from his hairline, falling down to slide tantalizing down his chest. The skin beneath his nipples bulged into tiny bumps, pushing his hard nipples against his shirt. Tissue and ducts formed beneath those small mounds. 

His milk came in. Drops of white liquid welled from each sore nipple before being absorbed by his shirt.

Panting, face and ears burning from his orgasm, Todd pushed his cock into his tight jeans. He nearly screamed as the head of his shrinking cock brushed the rough fabric. His legs shook and he braced himself when waves of pleasure rocked through his body. Todd pushed his cock down carefully and then made a face when he couldn't button his jeans. His ass swelled again, straining the fabric almost to breaking. 

Finally, Todd gave up with a cute little 'hmph!' and turned, walking away from the mess he'd made with his very last male orgasm. 

Todd worked his hips as he made his way back to the little couch. Bones creaked in his back and legs and he nearly fell; instead leaning against a nearby wall. Skin stretched along his shins. The young man's arm slowly slid up the wall while his legs grew beneath him. His calves and thighs slimmed into long, lean legs before his thighs swelled to match his firm, wide ass. His jeans pulled tighter against his body, showing a smooth ass crack and bare ankles. 

Yawning wide, Todd's face cracked. His cheekbones moved as his face subtly changed. His firm chin melted away to leave a small, soft bump.

The young woman adjusted her pants, careful of her nails. She pushed herself away from the wall to stalk back to her spot with Jeremy. 

"Hey hun," she said, kissing the man's cheek. "Sorry I took so long."

Jeremy turned, eyes wide with shock. He blinked, too slowly and then squinted. "T... Todd?"

Todd's head spun. She pressed her hands against her temples as some small part of her mind screamed in panic. 

"I- I-" she stuttered. Looking away, she suddenly stuck out her full lips in a pout. "You finished my drink!"

Todd's chest swelled, her t-shirt pulling away to reveal a smooth, firm belly. Staring at Jeremy with faux anger, she crossed her arms beneath her growing bosom. Jeremy's eyes wandered down to her chest and Todd smiled triumphantly inside. More and more her breasts bulged until the t-shirt formed tightly around them, showing the large areola, nipples and firm, soft flesh with every detail. She brushed her long, blonde hair back over her ear and smiled at Jeremy, reaching a hand over to squeeze his upper thigh.

"I'm just joking, sweetie," she said. "I'm not really mad. I just- ohhh..." Todd clawed at Jeremy's thigh, clenching her small hands. Bones reshaped in her pelvis, forming a mound and her tiny cock slipped free of her pants. A small flap of skin grew from the top of her mound while her cock continued to shrink until the flap of skin covered her new clit.

The skin between Todd's thighs bulged and swelled, pink turning to bright red as her growing sex became engorged. She cried out, leaning her head against Todd's shoulders when a split formed between those puffy outer lips. Clear liquid turned pink as blood mixed in with the sudden wetness she felt between her legs. She moaned as her virgin pussy formed, contracting into a tight, wet, throbbing hole. 

Her jeans were soaked with her wetness. Todd grabbed Jeremy's hand, her small, rounded face flushed red. She guided him between her legs down into her unbuttoned jeans. His fingers brushed her silky hair to slip between her swollen lips.

"Ow!" She cried out, taking Jeremy's hand away. Long, clear nails tipped each of his fingers.

Jeremy stared at his hand and Todd with growing horror. 

"This... this... this..." his voice cracked, rising higher with each word. Jeremy grabbed his throat, wincing at his Adam's apple dissolved. When he spoke again, his voice was sultry and feminine and panicked. "Something's wrong!"

Todd blinked long lashes in confusion. Something bothered her but she couldn't think of what it was. Thinking was hard. She held her friend's hand and cooed quietly at him to calm him.

Jeremy's face seemed to withdraw into itself. The few wisps of hair in the mustache he'd tried to grow fell away to leave smooth skin. His cheeks bulged while the rest narrowed into a pretty young Asian woman's face. He pressed his small hands against his chest, gasping, dropping his head. Black hair slid from his scalp and it fell down around his face, covering him. Jeremy's glasses slid from his smaller face, forgotten as they clattered to the floor.

"It's okay, sweetie," Todd said, her lips tremulous. She didn't know what was happening but she knew something was wrong and her friend was in pain. Tears dripped down to her gigantic tits. "It's okay."

"T-t- Todd..." Jeremy said, her voice trembling with pain. "It... oh god, it hurts." He sat back, tucking long, thick black hair away from his face. The young man's chest swelled and his shirt bulged to reveal his small, firm breasts through the open shirt. He crossed his arms to hide the cleavage. Two small round wet spots formed above his nipples.

"Oh," Jeremy said, his face burning red. He bit his lips, squirming with his small, smooth thighs as an ache formed between his legs. He hugged Todd tightly, nails digging into the other woman's back. Todd patted Jeremy, whispering again and again that it would all be okay and that she would be fine.

"I'm not... oh god. Oooohhhhh goooood..." Jeremy moaned, rocking his hips. "I'm not a woman. I just... I god, it's hard to think. It's just.... I just..."

Todd kissed Jeremy deeply, their tongues swirling against each other. She could feel the heat from the other woman's burning face. Todd pushed back weakly, hands pressing against Todd's enormous breasts. 

"Nice!" A passing man said, giving the two women a thumbs up before laughing and vanishing into the crowd. 

Jeremy pushed hard, pulling away from her friend. She wiped her mouth, panting. 

"This isn't... Oh fuck god dammit son of a fucking-!" Jeremy gasped out with her smoky voice. She felt wetness between her thighs, soaking her jeans as her own slit formed below her tiny cock. Her hips bucked and rocked, rubbing her small, swollen pussy against the couch. It felt amazing but she knew it was wrong. She just couldn't make herself stop. Pressure was building within her body and her nipples were aching. Painfully, sending sharp bites of pain and pleasure back down into her lower belly.

"Hey," a voice called. The young man from a minute ago was back. Another man stood nervously with him. "My friend and I were just wondering if you two were alone and wanted some company?"

"Yeah!" Todd cried out excitedly, her breasts bouncing. Both men stared obviously at her large chest. 

"I- no. I-" Jeremy said, shaking her head slowly. 

Todd stood, grabbing her petite friend.

"Come oonnnn," she said. "I want to daaaaaance!"

Jeremy shook her head, grinding her teeth. It wasn't right and she... HE! Knew it wasn't but every other thought met with static. When she looked up, she was facing the nervous man from earlier. He grinned at her and took her hand. Jeremy froze. His touch sent shivers down her spine, straight to her aching, swollen sex. The man turned her around and danced behind her. Jeremy stared at Todd dancing nearby, the other woman's breasts nearly bouncing out of the skin tight t-shirt. 

Despite everything, Jeremy found herself moving. She rocked her hips and leaned back with a jerk, sliding forward. Her shirt scratched against her small nipples, destroying her train of thought with each movement.

No, she thought. No, this isn't, oh god but it feels amazing, this isn't right. I'm not. I'm not a woman. Not a-

Her thoughts vanished as she felt the man's hard cock pressed between her ass. Jeremy pushed back involuntarily, glancing back at the man as she did. Jeremy desperately needed her aching, throbbing wet pussy to be filled. It was impossible to deny. It was a burning emptiness deep between her legs and just the thought of the man's hard cock filling her drove her wild. 

I can't, she thought again. I can't fight this. I can't. I can't. Oh god, I want him so much. This isn't right but I want to feel him in me so bad. Oh Jesus Christ. Forcing herself to look away, Jeremy caught Todd facing her partner, the other woman's hand down the man's pants, stroking him while they kissed.

Sudden jealousy flared beneath Jeremy's small breasts. She wanted to cry from the ridiculousness of it but she couldn't help feeling her own desire. 

"We're going," Todd said, suddenly next to Jeremy. 

Jeremy followed meekly, chest pounding with excitement and fear. They made their way through the club and stepped into the cold night air. Todd was laughing with her man, arms linked together.

Fingers twined through Jeremy's fingers and she jumped, crying out. Her partner looked anxiously at her. He was holding her hand. Just holding her hand and her body lit up for him. She was burning, lightning arcing along her skin. Jeremy looked up at the man, face burning brightly and her heart pounding. Jeremy held the man's hand tightly.

"They're leaving us behind," the man whispered. "You... you have beautiful eyes."

Jeremy swallowed. I don't want to kiss him. I don't want that. I'm not gay. I'm not. I'm NOT. His face was so close to hers. So close. And he was handsome. A bit of scruff, nice lips and so tall with big, strong arms enough to wrap around her-

Turning, Jeremy followed Todd and then frowned as the other two slipped into a side alley. She followed and then stopped, eyes wide. Todd was on her knees, enthusiastically bobbing up and down on her partner's large cock. The other woman had fingers in her pants, moaning as she sucked on him. Spit shined on her cheeks and chin.

"Jesus, Larry," Jeremy's partner (partner?! She asked herself incredulously) whispered.

Mesmerized, Jeremy watched the other woman. She found herself growing damp and shifted, her thighs rubbing against her swollen pussy lips and tiny cock. She was focused on the other man's cock. She almost felt it in her mouth and she quickly rubbed the top of her mouth with her tongue, swirling her tongue around. 




The Club



"I'm so sorr-" the young man started.

"Kiss me," Jeremy said. Her eyes focused on Todd.

"Are... yeah?"

Without waiting and knowing that she'd soon lose her nerve, Todd turned and went to her tip-toes to kiss the young man full on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her and she relaxed, going down to her feet as he bent down to her. They kissed deeply and she felt herself melt in his arms. He was so warm. After an eternity, they pulled apart.

"Did... did you like that?" He asked, eyes locked on hers.

"Yes," she whispered. No. No, I didn't. I'm not. I'm not gay. Jeremy looked down. "Again."

"I'm sorry?" The man said.

"Kiss me ag-"

This time the man interrupted her, picking her head up to kiss her deeply and she wrapped herself around him until she gasped out when her back thudded against a hard wall. She lost herself in it, gasping and moaning as the man's fingers worked along her body. When Jeremy came to, panting, burning, needing, Todd was standing and wiping her chin. The other woman looked down at a mound of cum on her hand. She smiled and lapped it up.

Jeremy groaned, shifting her feet.

"I hope," Todd said, looking at her man. "That there's more where that came from?"

"Oh yeah," her man said, voice husky while he zipped up his pants. 

"Are you-? Do you want to-?" Jeremy's partner said.

No, she thought. Oh god, no. I'm not a woman. I'm not. I'm NOT. Oh Jesus fuck I'm-

"Yes," she said. She reached for him, hand sliding down to his crotch to squeeze his hard cock. It felt huge in her small hands.

The walk to the men's dorm was short but every step took years for Jeremy. Her mind fought her every stop while her body remembered the man's touch. The man's lips on hers. How she felt in his arms. How empty she was. How fucking fantastic he smelled. Her thighs felt sticky and she desperately wanted to touch herself. But, more than that, she wanted HIM to touch her.

She didn't remember walking into the house. She couldn't remember stepping into the room. And, yet, here she stood, nearly vibrating from nervousness and desire. Todd and her man wasted no time getting naked, throwing clothes as they chased each other into a bed on the far side of the room. Todd's loud moans soon filled the room making Jeremy blush down to her toes. Beside her, her partner shifted and cleared his throat.

"You, uhh," he said. She looked at him and her pulse sped while she cursed it. "You don't have to do this, you know?" 

"I-" Jeremy paused. I don't. I really really don't. I can just... I can just leave. I can go back to my dorm and just... just touch myself. Just work out this ache. Oh god. Oh god. Just... just touch myself and rub myself until I cum and then maybe I'll be done. Maybe it'll just-

Todd screamed and Jeremy glanced at her. She was riding the other man, large ass slapping the man's thighs while the man squeezed her enormous tits. The other woman fell against the man, her body shaking. Jeremy watched, hoping and praying for some small changes to show after her friend's orgasm. Some small changes to show she was turning back into a man. Anything.

"I hope there's more where that came from," Todd's partner said with a laugh.

Without an answer, Todd pushed herself up, nipples brushing the man's hairy chest. She worked her hips up and down, back and forth, smiling at the man. 

I could... Jeremy thought. I could just... what does it feel like? That? What... what is it like? She could feel her partner's warm arms around her still. She could taste him on her lips. What would it feel like with him inside of her?

Slowly, shyly, Jeremy grabbed bottom of her shirt and lifted, shivering as it slid over her aching nipples.

Oh god, she thought. What if I look wrong? What if I'm still a-

She couldn't finish the thought. Turning away from her partner, she slid the shirt off and dropped her to look down at herself. Her small, pert breasts were firm and perfect and she breathed a sigh of relief. Crossing her arms to cover her breasts, she turned back to her lover. She couldn't look him in the eyes. Her face was on fire and she wanted him to touch her but she couldn't find the words.

Gently, her lover took her hands and pulled. Jeremy felt a single tear leak from her eyes. Whether from shame at her change or just pure emotions rolling through her body, she couldn't tell. She jumped, gasping as he touched her nipple. And then, he went to a knee before her. Jeremy looked away, hands to her side as her lover pressed his face against her breast. His tongue flicked lightly at her nipple and Jeremy shuddered. He worked his tongue in a circle over her fat nipple.

With a moan and a sigh, Jeremy reached her arms around the boy's head, holding him tight against her breast. She felt a sharp tickling sensation that grew within her breast and shot lightning down to the building pressure between her thighs. She hissed when the boy tugged at her jeans.

Todd cried out again, giggling as she came for a second time.

"I'm sorry," Jeremy's partner said. "We can just-"

Jeremy reached for her own buttons and turned again. Her heart beat in her chest and her one nipple shined wetly in the overhead light. It felt sore in a good way but her other nipple ached for the same attention. 

Slowly, Jeremy worked her jeans down her slim waist. They pooled around her feet. Her ass was small and rounded and there was a small gap between her thin thighs. She flushed as she realized her cock was still there. Barely half an inch long, it jutted from beneath a fleshy hood. The head of it was no longer flared and it glistened red but it was still not what it should be. 

Oh no. Oh no, I'm a freak. I'm a freak. I can't. Oh no. Tears welled at her eyes and she almost reached for her pants until she felt a large warm hand on her smooth back.

"You're beautiful," her partner said. "My name's Jonathon. Jonathon Reid. I'm... I'm not dating anyone but, uhh, but if you're interested? Maybe? I could? We don't have to do this tonight. Why don't we get coffee and get to know each other?"

A single tear dropped from Jeremy's eyes. Amazingly, she felt herself relax. His voice was so soothing. She could hear the concern and desire in his voice and it sent a thrill along her body. She wanted him, this man. She wanted this man.

Jeremy arched her back, pressing herself against the man's crotch. She rubbed him, biting her lip as his bulging jeans slid against her wetness. 

"I'm-" she paused. "I'm Jenny. I... I need you. Tonight. Now. I need you." And she knew it was true. Desperately true.

Jonathon unzipped his pants and Jenny felt his thick, warm cock slap against her lower back. She moaned, pressing back and forth to feel it slid against her smooth skin. Warm, strong hands gripped her shoulders while she moved. She rocked, finding her rhythm and suddenly felt his balls against her pussy. It was too much. It much for her to resist.

Reaching back with a slim hand, Jenny took Jonathon's cock. It throbbed in her hand and she gripped it, pulling at it while admiring his girth. The ache in her belly flared and she gasped, rocking forward until the head of his cock slid against her sopping wet lips. 

"Ohhhh," Jenny moaned. "Ohhh Jesus." She held him in place and slowly pushed back, hissing as her muscles opened for the first time. It hurt badly and she froze, trying to relax.

"Are you okay?" Jonathon asked. His voice was deep and his fingers dug into her shoulders. 

"Yes," Jenny gasped. "Yes. Just. I'm-"

"Are you a-"

"Just slowly." She bit her lip again to keep from crying out. Sliding back millimeter by millimeter. It hurt badly but the pleasure of him inside of her was unlike anything she'd ever felt. She felt his head rubbing against ... things... inside of her. It slid against a certain spot that made her gasp and then kept going. Further and further until she could take no more. She convulsed against him and her tight virgin lips flared out around his thick cock as he pulled out. 

"I'll be gentle," he told her. "If it's too much, just say and I'll stop. You okay?"

"Y- yesssss," Jenny breathed out. She lifted her hips, flexing her middle as she pushed back again. This time, she felt more of him rubbing against her and the sharp pain was already beginning to fade, replaced by a dull thudding ache. "Y- you move too. This. This far. I can't... I can't take any more of you."

Jenny blushed at her words. At what she was saying. Her ears burned but she didn't care. Not any more. She reached out, hands against the wall, holding herself in place while Jonathon pulled himself out. Her miniscule cock flipped and flopped as the man fucked her pussy and, slowly, it pulled further under the fleshy hood. Jenny found herself matching her lover's rhythm to push back as he pushed forward.

Her body was alive. Everywhere Jonathon put his hands felt good but as soon as he gripped her hips, Jenny cried out. His short fingernails dug into her side, clawing her carefully and she shuddered, losing the motion for a moment before finding it again. Back and forth, in and out. The flesh above her pussy flared out into a small, delicate mound and she rocked again, gasping in surprise when she felt his balls against her pussy.

She'd taken all of him inside of her. Every single inch of him where before, half of him had hurt her badly. Every inch of him and she craved more. 

The head of her old cock pulled further until it was completely covered. The bulging hood pulled tight into her pussy and Jenny cried out when Jonathon's cock rubbed against her clit for the first time. Her ears burned as she moaned and gasped like the porn stars she used to masturbate to but she couldn't help it. The sounds were torn from her with each thrust.

She cried out for her lover. Told him to fill her, felt herself grow even more wet when his fingers gripped and pulled at her long hair. Felt herself slamming her small, rounded ass hard back against him eagerly. Bouncing on his cock. Begging him to fuck her. To fill her. The words just poured from her mouth.

The world vanished in a burst of white. Jenny screamed loud and long as her first orgasm rolled through her body. She fell but Jonathon caught her, his cock slipping free of her contracting, pulsing pussy. That sent her over the edge again and she curled into a small ball, jerking while stuttering to speak. Firecrackers went off in a wave down her body and she nearly bit her tongue.

Sounds returned slowly. Todd and her partner were still fucking. Gasping, talking dirty, moaning, growling and bouncing until their bed creaked from it. Jonathon reached out for Jenny but she jerked back from his touch. 

"T-t-t-too," she stuttered. "S-s-s-sens-i-tive." She felt his heat as he sat next to her. His hands stroked her hair and she sighed.

"First time?" Jonathon asked quietly.

"Y-y-y-yes," Jenny nodded, her head jerking. She calmed by increments as he stroked her hair until, finally, she reached for him. She was surprised by her lack of hesitation. She was no longer disgusted by the thought of him. She wasn't sure whether that should scare her or not but all she knew was that she needed to touch him. To feel him. His fingers twined into hers and they lay there quietly like that for a long time, both lost in their own world.

"Did... did you?" Jenny asked, blushing at the question.

"No," Jonathon answered.

"I- I could-" Jenny's blush deepened at the thought of taking him in her mouth. Her body stirred at the image but she winced and groaned at the pain between her legs.

"No," he said again. "It doesn't matter. Not tonight. Can I touch you?"

Jenny nodded and she felt the man's arms under her. She was lifted in the air, naked. Aching. Sore. Her body still sensitive. Still wanting him. Have I always been this light? She wondered. As... as a man? 

Jonathon carried Jenny to his bed and lay her down carefully. He crawled in behind her and reached up to cover them both with an old, ragged blanket. Jenny blushed as she realized Todd was still fucking the other man. How in the world can she keep going like that? A part of her was jealous again and she wriggled her hips back against Jonathon but then bit back a gasp of pain.

"Really," Jonathon said. "It's fine. In a bit I'll grab you some pain medicine. You're going to need it. Just, just for now I wanted to hold you." The man reached around, large warm hand grabbing Jenny's right breast carefully. She sighed and settled back against him.

A million thoughts and questions raced through Jenny's mind. Jenny, she thought. Jenny now. I'll have to use that and get used to it. Oh god, classes. I don't- my ID is for Jeremy. I'm not registered-! Will I change back? Will this fade? What if-

Jonathon sensed her distress and pulled her close. Jenny's mind slowly quieted. Held tight, surrounded by her lover's warmth, she relaxed. She felt his hard cock against her ass and back, sticky with her own cum. From her own pussy. She still wanted him badly. Wanted to know what it was like to feel him cum inside of her. Wanted to feel her own orgasms again. And again. And again. They were incredible.

Jenny shifted and reached back, dragging Jonathon's cock down and between her legs. It rested against her slick, hot pussy and she slowly rubbed against it, back and forth. She was so incredibly sore and knew more sex would be terribly painful but just this slight motion was enough to build her up.

"Slow, Jenny," Jonathon whispered. "Slow. I'm all-"

"Shh," she whispered back to him, slowly working her slim hips back and forth. "Oh, Jonathon." She blushed at saying his name for the first time. With her silky, sexy voice. She rocked a little faster and the man's hands tightened against her breast, kneading it and massaging her. It felt amazing and her hips sped up and she felt him jerk. He tried to pull back but ended up angling his cock instead.

Jonathon came all over Jenny's small tits and stomach. She shuddered as a small orgasm flashed through her. Cooing and sighing at her lover, she felt him spurt again and again. The scent of him filled the air and his cum was slick and warm on her skin. She fought an urge to taste it and, instead, just reveled in the texture and smell of it. She rubbed it against her skin, spreading it all over her body. Before she could lose her nerve, she tasted a bit of it against the tip of her mouth. It was salty and starting to go cold but not as terrible as she imagined. As Jonathon's cum dried on her body, she licked her finger clean, rubbing the taste of him all over her mouth.

"Thank you," Jonathon whispered, kissing the top of her head. Jenny blushed at what she'd done and his gesture but felt herself glow with pleasure. He shifted behind her. "I'll grab you some Ibuprofen."

"No," Jenny said, pushing herself back against him. "Stay."

Settling back, nuzzling herself in Jonathon's arms and feeling her eyelids droop, she sighed and whispered again.

"Stay."



The Club



I had been promising you a trip to The Club for some time. Although sometimes perhaps it was more of a threat, a delicious, alluring terribly kinky threat, whispered into your ear as I torment you, denying you climaxes as I take my own from you. Eventually I always made you come as you thought of all the things that might be. 

I had first heard about it online, mentions and allusions of a members club where couple could go and explore sharing fantasies. I'd developed a reasonable following on a few online forums, regularly posting the incredible sounds of our fucking to much positive feedback. I'd told you that I had posted every now and then, and had let you know the feedback but never told you who I was, so that I retained some anonymity. My whispered threats to share you with a pretty brunette had been listened to by some members of the club, and an invite had been offered, along with some pictures of their partners for me to choose from. Judging from the variety of outfits and multiple partners featured in the photos, the ladies interesting in helping were used to these scenarios and clearly very skilled at making their partner's climax.

Eventually I settled on a pretty brunette, who seemed to favour a long ponytail, had a pretty mouth and a dexterous tongue. Through her master at the club we exchanged messages and a plan had begun to form to give you a night to remember. We were to meet there, I was to introduce the two of you and leave you to get to know each other, joining her master who was attending with a new sub he was breaking in. I had been offered her to try out but graciously refused, my B's pleasure was my only concern that evening. 

We had settled calling her N for the evening, and so the plan was set. She had requested that you wore your strappy summer dress, no bra and black Brazilian cut knickers - the outfit in the photos I had shared with her and which she assured me she had worked her clit to irresistibly the moment she had seen your slow, sensuous strip. I had told N to wear her purple lacy underwear and stockings, the rest was up to her. 

It seemed to take forever for the Friday night to come around, and I spent the entire time on tenterhooks, fearing either you or N might cancel, or N's master's displeasure with his new sub mean that N was needed elsewhere. Finally, thankfully, we got to have lunch together on the Friday. You had a short black pencil skirt on that hugged your hips and ass deliciously. You playfully wiggled as we walked, knowing I wanted to pin you to a wall and make you mine. Your shirt was undone provocatively and your chest was that little bit more thrust out than normal.

I couldn't help but grin to myself and the obvious (to me) signs that you were feeling horny today. I made sure I found the opportunity to whisper in your ear how good you looked, how I was thinking of hitching your skirt there and then and impaling you on my hard shaft. You moaned and bit your lip, encouraging me to say more deliciously depraved things. You asked permission to make yourself come that afternoon, offering to record your climax for me, your eyes pleading with need and desire. I glared sternly at you, enjoying the submissive acceptance immediately apparent. "No B, I will tell you when you may come, and you shall not come until then." You whimpered, even as you felt your stomach flutter and your pussy get a little wetter. 

I made sure that I kept you on the boil all afternoon, sending you messages describing how good you tasted, how beautiful and sexy you were, and occasionally sending you images of pretty girls kissing, gauging your response slightly. Thankfully you were in the right mood, asking for more and openly wondering about kissing them, about how it would feel to have soft feminine lips on your sensitive nipples. I teased out a fantasy about a new female work colleague and sent you more pictures, this time of N. You liked her. A lot. My heart did somersaults. 

I got home before you and made a simple Caesar salad with roast chicken and poured a glass of wine for us both. The taxi had been booked and I'd laid out N's clothing request on the bed. When you got in from work I was waiting. As soon as you came into the kitchen I gave you a long kiss and strong hug, my powerful arms around you, focussing you draining away the stress of the week until I am only thing that you can think of, see, feel. Once I have you in my trance I started talking to you sternly, to ensure you understood that I was in absolute control tonight. I emphasised the "B" at the end of each question, rewarding you when you call me Sir and asking the question more sternly or even lightly spanking / squeezing you when you forget. 

Within a few minutes your training has taken control and you are fully, utterly submissive. I instruct you to follow me upstairs once we have eaten and drunk our wine. I sit at the foot of the bed, next to the floor length mirror and command you to strip, slowly as I watch. Your eyes glance at the clothes laid out on the bed for you and you can't help but grin, feeling loved and wanted and owned. You wiggle your hips playfully, happy to perform for your master, to provide quite obvious pleasure. Your shirt unbuttons easily and drops to the floor, followed by your skirt. You bra is slowly peeled off a strap at a time and finally your knickers drop to the floor. You grin bashfully, your eyes glancing to the obvious bulge in my trousers. You go to pick up the knickers laid out for you only to stop in your tracks as I sternly admonish you with curt call of "B!". 

"Yes sir." you say tentatively, unsure how you offended and keen to make amends. 

"You have not presented for me B." I growl. You still and choke back a grimace, uncomfortable with my request. Nevertheless you stand in front of me, your hands clasped behind your back and your legs spread a shoulder width apart. My eyes drink in your divine body, the curve of your hips, the hardness of your nipples, the glistening lips of your plump lustful pussy. I can't help but stare at your delicious pussy, knowing what delights are in store for it. 

Finally I allow you to dress, knowing full well that your body had been expecting to be fucked hard at that point. You reluctantly slide the knickers over your neatly trimmed and shaved pussy, and then lift the summer dress up, and begin to do your make up. It doesn't take long as I'd instructed you to be brief, and before you know it you're ready to go out, without knowing where you're going to. 

You want to ask, and dare to wonder aloud whether you might know, almost instantly regretting it in case you weren't meant to ask. I merely smile that half-smile of mine and tell you that you don't need to know that at the moment and that our taxi will be here shortly. I tell you how hot you look and approvingly smack your ass, forcing an automatic giggle of pleasure from you which you instantly feel embarrassed by. 

The taxi toots from outside, you slip on your heels and I follow you into the black cab. You climb I and sit facing backwards as indicated by me. I whisper instructions to the driver and sit opposite you. As we pull off I place my legs between yours and start to spread them. You look up at me, biting your lip whilst your eyes flashing a warning to me. "B!" I remonstrate and then decide to message you. Your phone beeps, and you read eagerly, your pretty mouth instinctively smiling as you read. 

You look up and are skewered my glare, you know it will be unyielding until you follow the clear and unequivocal instruction. You glance up once more before giving in to my command, and slide the top of your dress down slowly. As it approaches your nipple you look up pleadingly and mouth the word please to me. My gaze doesn't change, sternly telling you that there is no option but to obey me. Your top is dragged down until your breasts are fully exposed for me, your back to the taxi driver. They bounce slightly as we drive, your nipples hard and alluring. I text you again and hold out my hand. You read and reluctantly look up to take the remote control vibe from me and without looking at me again you deftly slide your hand inside your skirt and into your wet and willing pussy. 

The ease with which you've complied so far stuns you. The fact that your compliance pleases and arouses you so much stuns you more. 

Your eyes plead with me, your look down at your exposed breasts as the taxi slows down for traffic lights. I nod curtly and you pull the dress up just as the taxi draws to a stop next to a SUV. It's tinted windows reflect our images back to us and there's a part of us both that wishes I'd exposed your amazing body to the faceless occupants of our neighbouring car. You shift slightly on the seat, your toned pussy clamped around the remote control vibe. 

In your haste to comply you had failed to fully register that it's contours were different to the one I usually made you wear when we were in public. You see me reach for my phone and assume that I am about to message you once more, however I look up and grin just as you feel a powerful pulse erupt inside you. You gasp, moan, bite your lip and manage to look both subservient, horny and happy all at the same time. My cock jumps to attention, desperate to be inside you and my mind wanders to stopping the taxi, forcing you down an alley and fucking you hard against a wall. 

I play with the controls on my phone for a moment, explain that I'll be able to torment you as and when I feel like with my new toy, that my control over your pussy will be total. You say between stifled moans and gasps "my pussy is yours sir, to do with as you wish". My cock swells even further and I feel my boxer strain to contain the hardness. The rest of the journey passes with you being driven closer to climax only for me to stop and say something that brings you back into the room. 

The taxi has slowed and turned into an industrial park, looking deserted, menacing and thrilling. I reach into my pocket and beckon you forward. As you lean in I clasp the leather collar around your neck. You sit obediently, looking gorgeous. I pull firmly on the collar testing that it's not too tight around your neck whilst also reminding you that you are utterly in my ownership. 

"Now B," I say sternly and seriously, holding your gaze with mine "where we are going has certain rules and expectations. You will need to be on your best behaviour or else it will not be just me that will be punishing you. Is that understood?" 

You nod, your eyes never leaving mine. 

"Good girl B, I love you very much." 

"I love you too sir."

The taxi draws to a stop and we get out. The vibe in your pussy has been still a while and you had forgotten about it, but standing with it there takes a moment to get used to. Lost in thought you end up a few yards behind me as I knock on an unobtrusive door. As you catch up I am already talking to a tall and well built man. Your heart is racing, scared, thrilled, nervous. You start to rack your brain for a way out and try to find the words to escape. My strong warm hand on the small of your back ushers you in and the door closes behind with a degree of security that makes you realise there is no way out now. You gulp and gather yourself, clutch onto the arm I've offered you and part the thick, rich velvet curtains. 

I lead the way through the the curtain and you focus on my back as we walk into the busy room. It's almost impossible to take in all at once. The warmth is the first thing to hit you. Not just the temperature, although it certainly was warm, but it had luxuriant warmth to it too. The lighting was soft, seductive, but bright enough to see around the room. There was a long wooden bar to the right, a small semi circular stage with chairs and tables scattered around. 

Your eyes furiously try to take it all in, growing wider and wider. The pretty brunette on the stage was down to her bra, knickers and stockings. She was wiggling her hips seductively to the table of two men, much to their enjoyment. You could not help but admire the curve of her hips and the fullness of her ass, and you were taken aback by the fluttering of your pussy. 

There were a variety of different sized tables, chairs and sofas dotted around, maybe half of them with people on. There were couples, threes, fours and a mix of men and women. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and you saw much kissing, but were a little scared to stare and find out if more was happening. 

I begin walking to the booths you'd not noticed on the far side of the room. Here the music being played was a little quieter, and as we sat down our view was restricted somewhat by the high sided benches and draped curtains above. We sit opposite from each other. I grin at you and grip your hands with mine. "Ok B?" I ask. You nod slowly and then gradually more convincingly. I squeeze your hands and command you stay there, and stride off to the bar, leaving you alone in the booth. 

I rest at the bar with my phone in my hand, gently turning on the vibe to a soft, irregular pulse, so gentle that you can barely notice it most of the time. I catch the barman's eye and order myself a drink and a glass of cold white wine for you, increasing the power of the vibe as I do. Instead of bringing you your drink I request a pretty petite blonde waitress to take it to you in a minute or so, saying it was our first time here together, that you were curious but also a little scared. She smiled a very cute smiled, wrinkled her nose and said that it wasn't a problem at all. I smiled to myself, lent back on the bar and kept an eye out for N. 

You were rather taken aback when I had walked away, and initially sat with your head down, chewing on your lip staring hard at the table. But soon curiosity got the better of you and your eyes started to examine the booth you were in, and eventually onto the rest of the room that you could see. Nearest the booth, with their back/side to us was a man and women in their mid-20s. He was dressed smartly in suit and shirt, and was clearly the Dom, whilst she had a barely there halter top, short skirt and spiky ankle boots. Every now and then he would lean in and possessively kiss her, his hand brazenly running over her breast. 

Your eyes were transfixed, able to see her hardening nipple through the sheer fabric, and wishing that he were to start working them harder. As his hand returned to cup her breast your felt the vibe in your pussy start to buzz. 'You bastard, how do you *always* know' you thought as you felt a climax build with embarrassing ease. You shifted position slightly, but it provided no extra pressure or pleasure, and the vibe was faint enough to tease but do no more. As they kissed more passionately he slid his hand easily inside the flimsy fabric and eased her breast out, pulling on her hard nipple between his finger and thumb. 

You lick your lip as you enviously watch, and thankfully the vibe starts to buzz a little more powerfully. You get a little more worked up, and are now actively considering whether you can touch yourself without anyone noticing, or whether anyone would careare. You certainly seemed to be the only one watching as his skilled fingers worked her incredibly hard nipple. Her head was flung back now and her hand thrust between her thighs, her hand bobbing out of view. Your nipples were aroused and hard, your clit twitching and the vibe in your pussy now buzzing quite persistently. 

You had no idea how long the waitress had been stood there, but as soon as you saw her you flushed bright red. She would've seen you watching them and there could be no doubt about how turned on you were on. But that wasn't the only reason you were blushing, as the waitress was undeniably cute, and dressed in a tight corset that forced her full breasts out in a quite magnificent show. Sure, she had a thin white shirt on but it was not buttoned and her pierced nipples were clearly visible through the light fabric. But it was her lips that were fascinating. Soft, feminine, plump, they looked so good your mind ran traitorously to imagining them crushed against yours, to her soft kisses on your goose-bumped skin. 

"Here's your drink." she said with just the right breathless voice. You reddened further. Only the sudden significant increase of power in the vibe forced your head up, fully expecting to see me there. Instead the waitress was there, closer than before, leaning in. You could smell her sweet perfume and that magnetism when a stranger's body is close to yours. "Your master asked me give you this also." she said, clearly, confidently, aware that what she was about to do was incredibly sexy. 

As she lent further in I, still standing at the bar but with a perfect view, ramped up the power on the vibe. You gasped as her lips crushed against yours. Her head tilted and mouth opened and you found yours instinctively followed suit. Her tongue confidently swirled over yours, exploring your mouth. It felt electric when your tongues touched gently. You could take no more and your pussy shuddered to a climax. Your tongue thrust back a little and then you pulled away to gasp and inhale deeply. 

It was quite an incredible scene to watch, and the little waitress clearly enjoyed herself too. As she wiggled her way to the bar she grinned at me, giving me a napkin with her number on. She smiled cutely and said "She ever need any more help you let me know".

I came over to the booth to find you flustered and still panting. Killing the power on the vibe I ask "You ok there B?" through my knowing grin.

"Yes. Sir." You just about manage breathlessly.

"Good girl B, I trust you enjoyed your first kiss with a girl?" You grimace and stare at the table. I don't want you to clam up or feel ashamed at something so wonderfully sexy, so I tell you that I had set it up and watched and that I was very, very proud of you. I instruct you to sit next to me, and you scoot around the table and fold yourself next to me, my arm protectively around you. 

It takes you about half a second to notice the rock hard bulge of my cock. I smile and graze your hand over my chest down over my thigh and leave it to rest on my hard shaft. You grip and then stroke lovingly through the fabric of my trousers, enjoying the reaction you get as I moan softly and visibly stiffen. Your focus is now entirely on my stiff shaft, enjoying being in a place where you can do this without having to stop suddenly. 

You've become comfortable in the surroundings far sooner than I had dared to hope and you were now skilfully running your nails over my hard cock. I run my hands into your hair and pull your head upwards so that I can kiss you long and passionately. Our lips meet and tongues entwine. I can taste the waitresses lipstick on your lips and it just makes me stiffer. As we kiss I guide your hand to the zip of my trousers and then I run my hand over your hip. 

You struggle to get my zip over the enormous bulge in my trousers and so I straighten my legs and ease it down. Your hand snakes inside the gap and your fingers run over my boxers, tracing the outline of my impressive girth. I'm desperate to feel your hand wrapped around my shaft. I hook my thumb into my boxers and free my cock. Your hand grips it firmly, and I sigh with pleasure. You pull away from our kiss and with no hesitation slide to the floor and take the head of my cock into your warm mouth. 

I close my eyes and revel in the always exquisite feeling of your skilful mouth pleasuring me. I reach my phone and flick onto the vibe app and set it a mid pace and strength pattern which immediately makes you moan, muffled by my cock. I've been so aroused for so long I know that it won't be long till I come. You look up at me, taking me deeper into your mouth and swirling your tongue exquisitely. As I stare into your beautiful eyes I thrust a little and shudder to a powerful climax. You continue to bob your head as I spurt my hot come into your throat, swallowing gratefully and obediently. 




The Club



You slide my wet cock out of your mouth, licking the tip clean of any come as you have been trained to do. I ease my still stiff shaft back into my trousers and bring you up from the floor and tell you how good it felt and what a good girl you are. You finish your drink as do I in happy and slightly flustered silence. I suggest that I'll go and grab another, but also want to find N for you to have some fun with before I use you all by myself. 

As I walk to the bar I realise that your vibe is still on. I change the setting to a highly irregular pattern and order some drinks. Just after I'd ordered us some drinks a pretty brunette sidled up to me. Our eyes met and I smiled in a recognition that I couldn't quite place. "Hi," she said "it's me...N." Of course! I hadn't really expected her to be dressed in such tight fitting leather for some reason. 

She had a collar on to mark her as her master's property, a tight leather bodice and tight leather trousers. The outfit hugged her toned body and she looked very comfortable in the outfit. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and overall gave a slight air of sexy sci-fi hero. I bought her a drink of my choosing as she explained that her master was having difficulty with the new sub and so had decided not to come tonight, but because he was a kind and thoughtful man had allowed N out, as she had been looking forward to it so. I was very pleased that she had been able to make it, and was also very happy that as her master hadn't been able to make it so that I would be able to spend some time with the two of you. 

Grabbing the drinks off the bar we stroll towards you in the booth. Your head is facing down and you are gripping the table somewhat as the vibe continues its work. I firmly, commandingly, grab your arm and stand you up away from the table in one movement, forcing a frightful squeal from you. I throw you upright and you end up face to face with N for the first time. 

You stand stock still. Recognising her from the photos we shared, your heart races in lust and panic and fear. Her being in front of you now means that there's certainly no way out. And yet she is very pretty, warm kind eyes, plump full lips much like the waitress whose mouth you can still feel on yours. She smiles and you instinctively smile back. N seems taken by you too, you both flush slightly and I suggest that N sits down. She slides into the booth. I guide you in next and then sit next to you. It's plenty big enough for us three but I still sit tightly next to you, forcing your body up against hers a little. For a heartbeat there's a silence where I fear you're going to bolt, or that the hope and expectation I have of this encounter could not possibly be met. And then N started to talk. 

She found out quickly and naturally that it was our first time here, what our limits were, or very much weren't, what we liked and didn't like. It was all so natural and funny and seductive that before we knew it we were sharing and agreeing on all manner of things. I could feel your initial tension leaving your previously tense body as you giggled and laughed naturally and delightfully. I lean in as we talk and rest my hand on your thigh, squeezing firmly and then gently caressing. We chat as my hand smoothes your skirt and begins to raise the hem a little. 

In a lull in the conversation I compliment you on the shape and tone of your legs. You blush and tell me to shush, but N comments that she has noticed too. I suggest that she might wish you join me in running a hand over your thigh. Your muted, half hearted complaint is ignored and her firm feminine fingers begin to squeeze and stroke your other thigh. The sight of her hand on your legs is incredibly alluring and I edge up your hem a little further so I can see her hand on your smooth soft toned flesh. 

With my spare hand I guide your chin towards me and kiss you, reassuring and strong and yearning and telling you that it ok, you will be mine no matter what. We kiss lovingly our tongues dancing with each other, my hand running up and down your nearly totally exposed thighs. I pull away for a moment and glance down to watch Ns hand trace up and down the inside of your thigh, your legs parting slightly instinctively for her. I kiss you once more and then steer your head to face N and whisper "her turn."

You freeze, but N takes over where I left off and leans in and kisses you with unbridled lust. You respond most pleasingly and as I watch my hand runs over your damp knickers. Your breathing changes, becomes a little more urgent as I apply a little pressure to your wet twitching clit. Ns hand drifts to your hair and runs through it as you kiss. She pauses for a moment and then run soft kisses over your neck and ear, down to the flimsy straps of your dress. She edges the left of them to one side with her kisses until it drops from your shoulder. 

The dress still clings to your breast, your hard nipple obvious through the light fabric. N traces her soft lips around the top of your dress. Each pass of her lips taking the fabric just a little bit lower. I watch eagerly for her to slide the dress away from your breast and to start working your nipple. N teases us both, her kisses slow and soft and incredible to watch. You're clearly enjoying the way they feel, you lips parted and soft heavenly moans floating from you. I swivel you away from me slightly, so that you're facing N more. 

This means I can kiss the back of your neck as N finally, finally edges your dress over your breast to reveal your wonderfully hard nipple. It stands so proud, so hard, seeking and pleading for the warmth of a pair of soft lip to encase and pleasure it. N obliges hungrily. She takes your nipple into her mouth, her tongue toying with it as she sucks. You gasp in exquisite pleasure. I gaze at the amazing scene, my cock impossibly stiff. My hand caresses your pussy through you knickers, although increasingly it's your hips grinding on my hand as you seek greater pressure. 

Her attention and skill on your nipple is impressive, and I realise we are both watching her lips parted around the hardness, her tongue running the length of your nipple. Her pearl white teeth are flashed and begin to pressure you, and you gasp with pleasure. She sucks hard and pulls her head away, taking your nipple deep into her mouth and pulling on your wonderful breast. As she does I slide my hand down your back and forcefully under your ass. Your dress had ridden up quite far and so it takes little effort for my fingers to find your incredibly, alluringly wet knickers. I lift you slightly and start crushing your twitching clit, rubbing small circles as best I can. 

Ns kisses leave your nipple and up to your mouth and you kiss passionately, lustfully as you grind hard onto my fingers. N takes your hand and places it at the zip of her leather bodice. You pulled on the large golden zip and after a moment's resistance it started to undo, the leather creaking slightly as the material shifted, showing off her cleavage. You continued to unzip to her navel, her soft smooth skin exposed. She hadn't followed instructions, instead of the purple underwear requested was just smooth skin, but judging by how captivated you were I forgave her instantly.

Your hand tentatively ran up over the newly exposed warm skin, your fingers tingling with the thrilling sensation. You drift up between her breasts, the bodice still fairly tight over them. N senses what you want and your hesitance, and unzips further and fold open the bodice on one side. Her pink nipples springs forward released from the tight leather, and your fingers instinctively run towards and over it. You gently caress her hard nub, scoring it with your nail and then twisting between your finger and thumb. My kisses and whispers in your ear encourage you to work it harder, and N's soft moans spur you on and give you confidence.

I softly but sternly command you to take her nipple between your lips. You protest slightly but obey, kneeling slightly on the bench to reach forward. Your wonderful ass is up off the seat and I take the opportunity to slide the vibe out of your wet pussy and gently circle my finger just inside you. You can barely concentrate on the way her nipple feels in your mouth. You gasp with pleasure and need, you've not come for a while and are desperate to feel my cock inside you, filling your pussy totally. You pull away from her breast and pant, pushing back on my finger hoping to take it deeper, to be fucked by it. 

My cock is so hard and I'm eager to feel your wet pussy clamped around its girth. I slide my finger out of your pussy and push your ass to crush your lips against Ns stiff nipple. I unzip my trousers and lever out my shaft. The tip of my cock is already wet with come and I waste no time reposition myself behind you, mirroring your position with my knee planted on the seat and my foot on the floor. I edge the head of my cock slightly into your dripping wet pussy forcing a lustful moan of relief and desire for me to be far, far deeper. 

For a second I pause, realising that we now about to fuck in the club, and I hoped that you weren't going to freak out about it later. The booth, the lighting all meant it felt like we entirely alone but really there were any number of people who might glance up and see. There was no hesitance from you though as you pushed back, impaling yourself on my rock hard shaft. You push hard until you have taken my entire length inside you, slid in all the way until your wet pussy lips are pushing hard against my balls. You moan and swear deliciously, struggling to take it all but enjoying feeling so full. N leans forwards to kiss you, which quickly turns into her biting your lip as she twists and pulls on your still hard nipple. Her hand drifts down your body to your pussy and pulling your knickers further to one side her feminine fingers begin to circle your clit. 

I don't want to thrust too hard so she can keep this pressure on your clit. Instead I keep my cock impossibly deep inside you and roll my hips rhythmically, changing the angle of my cock inside you. N sidles closer, kissing you deep as her fingers and firm and quick on your clit. Your tongues are in each other's mouth, the cold sharp teeth of her zip graze your nipple deliciously. 

You can feel a powerful orgasm building sandwiched between us. I raise my hips slightly and pull out half way in order to run my cock over your gspot. It's all you can do not to bite N's tongue as I do so, and instead your mouth yields to her, her tongue utterly dominating your mouth as my cock dominates your incredibly wet pussy. Her hand on your clit works harder still and your body begins to shudder as you approach an exquisitely powerful climax. 

I can feel the toned muscles of your pussy gripping my cock hard, contracting quicker and quicker. I slide fully into you once more and that pushes you right over the edge and you come hard, your body shuddering as you shriek deliciously with pleasure. I kneel in, my cock still impaling you and grab a handful of your hair and drag you back towards me. I kiss your neck and whisper what a good girl you are for me, how I love the feel of your tight cunt wrapped around my cock. You grin and blush simultaneously, whilst also recovering from your orgasm. 

Your eyes are transfixed on N's soft feminine lips, and you can't disguise the lust. One hand still in your hair I guide you back on to me, as I change my angle. You squeal in that wonderfully sexy way of yours as I swing you onto my now sat lap. I spread your leg and place it against the back of the bench, pinned by my muscular thigh. Your filled pussy was now utterly on display to N who was instinctively licking her lips at the sight. 

Your attempts to protest were muffled by hand clamped over your mouth and your wiggling merely forced my cock into you. N leans in to kiss you and assured that you were going to enjoy this. She starts to trace kisses down your body, stretching out on the large bench so that she was comfortable and ready to enjoy devouring your delicious pussy. 

I sat you firmly on my cock, my hands holding your hips tightly, you back firmly against my chest. N's soft breath on your wet pussy felt amazing, your lips spread by my wide shaft exposing you all the more to her. She blew gently at first, hardening your twitching clit and forcing your pussy to clamp firmly around me. Your arms, previously supporting your position wavered and then finally buckled, forcing you back further against me, your body weight on me. This meant that not only was you pussy even more exposed but that you were able to run your hand through her long hair and guide her closer to your aching pussy. You pull her closer to you, though she is keen to taste you and greedily runs the tip of her tongue the length of your wet lips, down to the bulging base of my cock and then back up to your twitching clit. Her tongue feels incredible for both of us. My cock twitches and your tight cunt responds in kind. 

She begins to concentrate on working your clit with her tongue, working right circles around its twitching nub. You grind and moan in ecstasy as she works diligently, devouring your delicious pussy. You push down onto my shaft, impaling it deeper and deeper into you, impossibly and delightfully filling you. You're pushing Ns head hard onto you now, crushing her stiffening tongue firmly against your quivering pussy. 

You hold her steady with two hands and grind hard, brazenly, sexily needing to come hard for us both. N manages to bring up a hand to my balls, wet with your come. Coupled with your pussy contracting and shuddering I feel my orgasm building. Your whole body shakes and shudders as you start to climax, and my cock twitches in unison as I come at the same time. We both moan loudly and N works your clit hard to make you climax last as long as possible. 

N gradually slows her tongue to a stop as aftershocks spasm through your body. My cock remains surprisingly hard inside you, and I have to lift you slightly to ease myself ld out of your quivering pussy. N starts to lick my pulsing, soaked shaft, but I only want your lips on me and I gently lift her up. Grinning I tell you both how incredibly hot that was and how you two look wonderful together. N smiles radiantly back to say that she loved it too, that you had a truly delicious pussy as promised. I lent forward and eased you off my lap and looked into your beautiful eyes. You wore an exhausted satisfied expression that I knew and adored.

You had been fucked into a wonderfully submissive and compliant frame of mind that meant I could do pretty much anything to you now, and you'd love me doing it. N could clearly see a look in my eye as my eyes flicked from your gorgeous lips to her leather-clad ass. N looked down reluctantly and explained her master had made her wear the chastity belt tonight, as he wasn't going to be there. A look of disappointment played across your face for a moment. She squeezed your flank reassuringly and lent in and whispered something very quietly. I couldn't quite make out what it was but your nipples stiffened and you went bright red, a most delightful reaction. 

We chatted for a few more minutes after we had reassembled our clothes awkward but not overly uncomfortable. And after N had leaked her reluctant goodbyes I called us a taxi. We had a soft drink at the bar together, watching a couple make out in a corner whilst both our minds wandering over our incredible night. You clung to my arm as we walked out, and as we pushed through the curtain you held me back. Arms wrapped around me you gave me a long lingering kiss full of passion and love and then, fixing me with your beautiful, trusting eyes half-whispered "We will come back won't we Sir?"

I smiled adoringly at you "Yes B," I wait a moment "besides, we've booked a room here with N next weekend." I stride out dragging by your hand, smiling as I know your mind will be running wild. We get into the waiting taxi and start the journey home, my mind turning to how I'm going to get you over my knee when we get home.



The Club



How do I begin to describe one of the most exciting nights of my life? Have you ever awoke planning to have another average day, yet totally unexpected events occur leading to something happening which you will remember until the day you die? Well, a day such as that occurred to me a few months ago.

I guess a little about myself. I am a 31-year-old male and have been married for six years. Unfortunately, I was not in the greatest relationship but I was content. The hardest part was after we had a child; it killed my wife's sex drive. I literally had to beg my wife for sexual relief, but most times I was shot down. Fortunately, during this time of immense sexual frustration I maintained a close friendship with a very attractive single woman whom I had a brief but very enjoyable fling with in the past. Her name was Emily. 

Emily was a good friend because we had a lot of things in common but even more so because we mutually had very high, explorative sex drives. We both loved all aspects about sex. We loved to watch people do it, read about it, talk about it, and obviously, actually have it. The only thing that was frustrating about having Emily as a friend was her steadfast rule to not have sex with a married man behind another woman's back. 

I totally respected her value but it never hindered our intimate discussions about sex. We had a very bold and open friendship so nothing was censored between us. I loved listening to her give explicit details about the various sexual encounters she had over the years with men. I guess you can say I got sexual satisfaction vicariously through her. Well, I had been in a sexual black hole for nearly a year, getting it maybe once a month when one day my wife asked me if I would mind her going overseas to visit her family with our son. I had just started a new job so it was impossible for me to travel but I encouraged her to go. I was excited about the opportunity to have some time to myself. Two weeks to be exact. So with my blessing, a week later they boarded a flight to the other side of the world.

It had been a long time since I had some privacy to talk with Emily so that evening I gave her a call. I was eager to learn about her latest sexual conquests. At first we caught up on how our lives were going but-- like always --we eventually moved on to our favorite subject. I was disappointed to learn that she was in a dry spell the last few months but I jokingly reminded her that at least it hadn’t been a few years like myself. We also joked about how watching porn was a savior for us. That was when I discovered that we both happened to have rented the same video. It was a movie that explored the life of a swinging couple. 

That focused our conversation on the swinging lifestyle in general. I mentioned to her that I had always been curious to go into a swingers club but had never had the opportunity. I absolutely love to watch people have sex, albeit on video, but always imagined that actually seeing it live and in-person would be much more intense. Emily stated that she had always been curious herself to watch others in such a way. But, for her, the idea of people actually watching her have sex was even more exciting. When she told me this, the thoughts that ran through my mind really turned me on. I don’t know what came over me at that moment but I took a risk and boldly said, "Would you like to go explore one with me?"

My heart stood still when she didn't respond with an immediate, ‘NO!!’ After knowing Emily as long and well as I had, I knew that she was seriously thinking about it. The pause was giving me a rush. Eventually, in a softer tone she said, "I might be tempted!"

"Really?” my quivering voice responded to her. The lack of sex we both were experiencing recently was probably getting the best of us but I still felt like I needed to gently encourage her further. I reassured her that I knew she didn’t want to have sex with me but it would be fun to go do something that we both had thought about for some time. I then said, "It would be exciting to possibly find some people who would let us watch them have sex. I don't know, maybe they will all be fat and ugly but at least we could watch out for each other. And, again, I promise that I won’t make a move on you. Who knows, maybe you will meet some stud and get lucky! Maybe live out your fantasy"! 

I paused. She was silent, thinking again. There was literally a minute of silence but this time I kept quiet. I didn't want to push the issue. 

"When?” she said. My heart started to feel like it was going to burst out of my chest. 

"Let's go tonight, before we change our minds". I couldn’t believe she was actually considering this. This had all come out of left field. I hadn’t felt that much anticipation for a response in years. I was silently praying she would say, ‘Yes’.

There was another long silence that nearly killed me, then my prayers were answered,” Okay...let’s go for it”, she said. 

My response, my voice almost cracking, "I'll pick you up at 1000 tonight"! After hanging up the phone, it took me literally five or ten minutes to stop shaking. Then I pulled myself off my couch to get ready for the night ahead. 

I picked her up at exactly 1000 PM and we both softly laughed when we saw each other because we both couldn't believe we actually were going through with this. As always, Emily looked very attractive. She’s 26, is about 5’4” and weighs about 115 pounds. She has sandy blond hair with very soft facial features. It had been years since I had the pleasure of seeing her nude body, but my memory served me well by letting me remember how nice a body she had. She had very soft curves and even softer skin. Her breasts were the size that fit perfectly in your hands. I never forgot how her small, pink nipples instantly turn hard when touched; nor had I forgotten how much she tastes like candy. Some women exude a sexual aura that experienced men like myself can quickly sense. An aura where one knows instantly that this woman will tear you to pieces in bed. Emily definitely had that aura tonight. 

Emily dressed nice for our upcoming adventure wearing pants that highlighted her cute little ass. Her shirt was loose fitting, which had the effect of letting one’s imagination wonder what was underneath it. I had no doubt that she would be getting a lot of interest when we arrived. When we left her place I had to force myself to concentrate on the road ahead. 

On the way, we discussed what each of us would want to see or do most. As per our conversation on the phone earlier, we again both quickly agreed that we would love to watch other people have sex. I then told Emily that I wasn't sure I could actually have sex with a complete stranger because I was still married; but it would be exciting to masturbate while watching somebody else. During the entire drive to the club, Emily never elaborated what her limits would be which definitely peaked my curiosity.

It took us about 30 minutes to arrive at the club and by then we both were very anxious. Maybe anxious is a bad term; we were both highly sexually charged. We agreed on the way over that we would pretend to be a couple for the night and we held hands as we walked into the club. 

I was pleasantly surprised to find that the social club was a softly lit, clean place. I had always pictured a club like this being seedy looking but it was far from that. It had two levels with the first floor presenting a lavish dance floor and bar. Off into the distance was a large room with groups of chairs and tables occupied by a number of patrons. The front door cashier explained the lay out and told us the club also had a sauna/Jacuzzi area on the first floor. The second floor comprised of multiple rooms for variable activities. The cashier didn't elaborate what those activities were though, raising both our interest. 

Both Emily and I slowly walked around the first floor and, as expected, the majority of the patrons were older, most in their late 40's. Nobody jumped out at us but we were told that more people showed up around midnight. I could see many people staring at this young, attractive woman I was walking with. We still held on to each other's hand pretending to be the loyal couple. We both didn't care too much about mingling with people and making new friends. We each new what our true agenda was--to see some people having sex...live and in-person...and soon. We didn't want to make ourselves look too obvious so we stayed downstairs for about 15 minutes, gradually working our way over to a spiral stairway in back of the club.

After ascending the staircase, we walked down a narrow hallway. Near the end of the hallway we heard what I thought was the soft sound of a woman moaning. As we turned a corner and peaked into a small room I was taken aback by the view of a couple, both completely naked, having sex right in front of us. They appeared to be in their late 30's and both had very attractive bodies. The view stopped us both dead in our tracks, both of us immediately entranced by this couples heated lovemaking in front of our eyes. 

The man was on his knees and the woman was leaning back with her ass at the edge of a leather couch. Her legs were spread wide, each leg wrapped around the outside part of his shoulders. His forearms were under her thighs as he reached around, grabbing her hips. Her eyes were closed as she softly moaned from the pleasure she was receiving, her hands busy squeezing her breasts. She had long black hair that fell to the side of her waif little body. She had small breasts and her nipples were hard. I became transfixed on the man's hard penis going in and out of the woman's wet pussy. I could see white condensation of her juices at the base of his cock. Along the shaft, the wetness reflected light coming in from the hallway.

I unintentionally sighed heavily, which caught the attention of both couples. The man looked at us but he didn't stop his strokes for a second. As I continued to watch his penis slide in and out of his lovers wet pussy, I could see her lips fold in and out, gripping his penis with each thrust. The woman didn’t move, enjoying the feeling of him sliding in and out of her as she looked up at us. They both smiled and the man said, "Hello...you both are new faces?"

"Sorry", jumped out of my mouth. 

"Will leave you both alone", I continued as Emily and I slowly moved out of the doorway.

"No! Why don't you both stay and watch! Please! This is why we come here”, he said. 

The woman smiled at both of us again, bringing a finger up to her mouth and softly biting it. I thought I was going to die from the rush of adrenaline that surged through me.

"Okay", I said. 

I then let go of Emily's hand and pulled her body closer to me, moving us both into the room and against a wall near the end of the couch. We were only a few feet from them now. I didn't let go of Emily as I held her against me and she didn't resist as I leaned against the wall with her in front of me. Then, once again, we both became completely enthralled watching this sexy couple fuck each other right in front of us. It was such a beautiful sight seeing the woman's bare legs and feet spread around her lover’s arms as he continuously slid his hard penis in and out of her. I desperately wanted to pull out my rock hard cock and start jerking-off right then and there, but I held back. As I held Emily, I could feel her taking quick, shallow breaths as she became more and more aroused. We both could smell the scent of sex in the air.

We watched the couple make love to each other in this position for several minutes. He would pump harder, then slower, repeating the process over and over. Sometimes, the woman would reach down with her hands and rub her clit or use them to caress and pinch her nipples. Occasionally, she looked over at us, which was followed by a quick moan, caused by the excitement of being watched by two complete strangers. I knew the man was extremely turned on because he had his lover in a death grip, trying to push his cock as deep into her as he could. At one point, I saw him glance over at Emily, his eyes wandering up and down her body. I had a very strong feeling he was fantasizing about himself fucking Emily. I couldn’t help to wonder what was going through Emily's mind as she watched them. 

In time, the man slowed down then looked over at us and asked a question obviously directed at Emily. "Is there another position you would like to see us in?" 

A couple hundred positions popped into my mind but Emily shocked me when she said without any hesitation, "If she doesn’t mind, I would like to see you do her from behind"! 

He smiled at Emily and simply said, "Sure!" 

Following Emily’s request, he removed his penis from the woman's wet pussy. But, before she could turn over, he lowered his head and placed his mouth over her wetness for a few minutes. We could see him running his tongue over her clit, sometimes putting his long tongue deep inside her. The woman moaned heavily as she squirmed in pleasure and I heard Emily make a soft sigh as she watched. I knew that Emily was envying her. 

After her lover finished tasting her, she quickly kissed him and turned over to her hands and knees. We both watched intently as the man licked his fingers to rewet his 7-inch penis. Then, we watched as he lined himself at her opening and pushed himself slowly back inside her which caused the woman to arch her back, feeling his hard tool slip back inside her warm pussy. He then grabbed on to her small butt cheeks and started to pump the full length of his hard penis in and out of her. Occasionally, he pulled himself all the way out and then thrust it back inside her, teasing her. 

After a few minutes of thoroughly enjoying him do her from behind, she reached underneath herself and started rubbing her clitoris for even more stimulation. We could her the wet sounds of his penis going in and out of her pussy and his body slapping against her. Again, the man casually looked over at Emily and he started to fuck his lover even faster. The woman moaned louder in approval, pushing back into him with each thrust, vigorously rubbing her clit. She soon began moving her head side to side, her mouth open as the pressure inside her built rapidly. 

It was just a matter of time until the inevitable when she suddenly locked up, then screamed out in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her body bucked back and forth as she cried out. This put the man over the edge and after a few intense thrusts he yelled out, "I'm going to cum, baby!!" 

We both watched as he pulled out and started stroking his penis almost violently. Then, his face grimaced as a huge load of cum shot out of his penis. The first load shot all the way up to the woman's neck. Then, several more large spurts of cum shot out soaking her lower back and ass until he finished convulsing. From where I was standing, I could see his cum run down the crack of her ass over her pussy, dripping onto the couch. They both then collapsed into each other, enjoying one of the most intense orgasms I had ever witnessed.

Emily grabbed a folded towel in the corner to her right and handed it to the man. The couple softly laughed from the rush they just had. After a few seconds, we thanked them for allowing us to watch such an erotic thing, and then we left the room. As soon as we got a few steps down the hallway I turned to Emily and said, "I think I'm going to become addicted to this place!”

Emily laughed then said, "Yeah...well I don't know about you but I need to get off--now!!" 

I immediately replied, "You do?” 

I then put my hand on my stomach and pushed my pelvis forward. I felt like the bulge in my pants could be seen a mile away. With my left hand, I grabbed my penis through my pants and said, "I could cut diamonds with this thing!"

We both stood silently in the hallway for a few minutes, each wondering what to do next. I had no doubt that Emily was as turned on as I was. I also knew that I wouldn't have gotten much resistance if I pulled her into one of the rooms so we could fuck the shit out of each other. But, I wasn't going to risk losing a good friend despite how badly I wanted to do her. Standing in the hallway was an attempt for both of us to calm down a little bit. 

After what felt like an hour but was actually only a minute or two, I finally broke the silence. "So, what do you want to do now?" 

Emily was quiet for a moment but she soon gave me a sly grin and softly said, "I want to meet somebody." 

I knew what she meant and a hard chill shot through my body. What we had just witnessed made us both extremely hot but she was the brave one who was actually willing to seek some relief. I still needed clarification of what was going through her mind though.

"Do you just want to meet somebody...or do you NEED to meet somebody?”, I said looking her straight in the eyes. 

She didn’t blink as she smiled and said, "I NEED to meet somebody!" 

My heart started beating faster and it was already going quick. After a few seconds I said, "Well, we can go back downstairs and see if anyone catches your eye." 

From all that was transpiring tonight, Emily's face was flushed red and mine probably was too. I didn't know what was going to happen next but I had always, desperately wanted to watch Emily be with someone else. I wasn't sure if she was going meet somebody tonight. I wasn't even sure if she would let me watch, for that matter. But, I was literally shaking with anticipation of the unknown. Softly, I reached out to touch the small of her back and I guided her down the hallway to the stairway. On the way down, I told Emily that this was her time and I would just sit back and enjoy watching her work her magic. 

She was the youngest and most attractive woman there so we didn't wait long at the bar before couples starting coming up to chat with us. Emily had a very nice way of being very cordial to people but softly show disinterest if she didn't find them attractive. We sat there for nearly 30 minutes and I was starting to lose hope when a new couple introduced themselves.

Both our eyes lit up when we turned to find a pleasantly attractive couple in their late 20's standing behind us. The guy was probably 5' 10" with dark hair and had an athletic frame. The woman was especially attractive. She was about 5' 3" with shoulder length brown hair. She had a gorgeous smile with full lips and big brown eyes. She was wearing a light colored miniskirt that showed off a wonderfully curvaceous body. 

'Damn!!’ I thought to myself as I tried not to stare at her. Their names were Jim and Sasha.

After introductions and some polite small talk, we all agreed to sit at a table to talk further. We learned that they were a married couple that had been into the swinging lifestyle for only a few months. They told us they had never actually been with another couple but had enjoyed the excitement of having sex in front of others. Their favorite thing up to this point was to be watched as another couple had sex right next to them at the same time. However, we learned that their tastes were becoming bolder and they were looking for something new--they now wanted to have a threesome. Jim was very honest and said they had discussed being with either a man or woman but Sasha wasn't comfortable being with another man yet. 

Sasha was sweat as she bashfully looked at me and said, "Sorry". 

I told her I had no problem with that at all.

I had a strong feeling what they had in mind so I came right out and told them that it would be very exciting for me to watch my “girlfriend” have sex with somebody else, strongly hinting that this may be the perfect situation for all of us. Emily just looked at me but never said anything to object, which was a relief to me. She just smiled at the couple. I could tell by the way she was looking at them that she was good to go. I could also tell by the way she was looking at Jim that she found him attractive.




The Club



Jim soon came straight out and asked Emily how she felt. As he asked, I could see that the woman was staring at Emily and I sensed an attraction on her part for Emily. Things were definitely clicking between all of them and the heat was rising quickly. 

I shouldn’t have been shocked, but I was when Emily looked right at him and boldly said, “Are you asking me if I would like to join you and your wife?” 

Jim just smiled and turned to his wife. Sasha smiled back at him and then said to Emily, "We would love for you to join us!" At that moment, I had never been so excited about something in my entire life.

There was a moment of silence then Jim asked me if I was sure I wouldn't mine. Emily interrupted me before I could speak and told them, "He won't mind!!"

We all sat silently in anticipation for a few seconds until I told them we were new to this and we didn't know where to go from here. They both smiled and asked Emily if she would mind if we all went to the Jacuzzi area. Emily said she didn't mind and we learned that there were four private Jacuzzi rooms and some were still open. They both stood and we followed them to that area of the club where we discovered that there were small dressing rooms so that couples could change in private. Jim and Sasha went into one and Emily and I went into the other.

When we entered the small room and closed the door, we just looked at each other for a second. A big grin was on my face but I still asked her if she was sure she wanted to go through with this. She looked at me with a serious look on her face and said, "Are you kidding? I am so fucking hot right now!" 

I knew for sure then that there was going to be no turning back. I took a deep breath and then said, “Well, we better get undressed”. 

We politely, partially turned our bodies away from each other but quickly laughed at the somewhat awkward situation we were in. We both realized at the same instant that it wasn’t like we hadn’t seen each other before. We did have some great sex together even though it had been sometime ago. Also, with the realization of what was about to happen, we turned towards each other and started to watch one another remove our clothes. 

Emily was the first to become completely naked and she was so aroused from what had already transpired tonight, I could smell her scent in the tiny room. I desperately wanted to place her on the wooden bench so I could taste her. She still had a beautiful body, even nicer than what I could remember. As she watched, I removed my briefs and my penis sprang out. Emily covered herself with a towel and looked down at my engorged penis and smiled, "I remember having a lot fun with that".

"Oh, it remembers having some serious fun with you too!” I replied. 

We both then took a deep breath and moved into the other room. We walked over to the Jacuzzi, dropped our towels and slid into the hot, bubbling water. It was nice feeling the water over my skin and I found I was more comfortable hidden by the water. After a few minutes, Jim and Sasha came out of their dressing room. They were both covered in a towel but Jim quickly dropped his and stepped into the water. Emily was seated next to me and I could see her focus on his naked penis before he stepped in. He was semi-erect but it was obvious he had a very large penis. Emily's eyes seemed to light up when she saw his manhood swaying in front of her.

Sasha put down some additional towels by a bench near us and then walked over to the edge of the hot tub. She slowly removed the towel and let it drop away from her body. I took a deep breath when I saw her naked body, admiring her beauty. She had full breasts with large, light brown nipples. She had the type of breasts that slightly hang down but still maintain perkiness. She had a flat stomach from obvious workouts which connected to a nicely trimmed bikini line. She easily had a body that could be placed in the pages of any adult magazine. She was gorgeous and I was sad that I wouldn't get the chance to explore her body myself. I envied Jim. I envied Emily, too.

We talked for a good 10-15 minutes but none of the three were anxious to make a move, perhaps to build the heat even more. One last time though, they asked Emily and I if we were sure about continuing and we assured them everything was okay. Eventually, I saw Jim whisper into his wife's ear, and then he boldly held out his hand to Emily in a motion for her to move in between them. 

I swallowed heavily as I watched Emily reach out her hand and allowed Jim to guide her between himself and his wife. Emily was silent as she moved due to a mixture of fear and excitement. I had known that a big fantasy for her was not only to have a threesome, but also to have sex with another woman so she could experience such a thing just once. I had no doubt that she was thinking these events couldn't possibly be happening just as much as I was. But there she was, completely naked between two attractive strangers.

"Just sit back and relax. We both want to make you feel very good,” he said to her. 

Emily took a deep breath as she leaned back against the tub in a way that showed them that she was freely giving herself to them. When she made herself comfortable, the two of them began to lightly caress her body--the start of what would be an ongoing erotic game of seduction. They each used their hands and fingertips to explore Emily’s soft skin but initially avoided the more sensitive areas of her body. I could see that Emily was feeling both pleasure and angst at the same time; she was enjoying their touch but wanting more. She occasionally looked at each of them with an inviting smile; both of them now completely focused on caressing her anxious body.

Jim and Sasha each moved slowly using one hand to caress her neck and shoulder while the other was used to explore her stomach and thighs. They took their time, spending several minutes to fully enjoy the feel of her skin. Soon though, I watched as Sasha slowly leaned forward and started to kiss the side of Emily's neck. Emily softly moaned in response as she closed her eyes, slightly tilting her head to the side to give Sasha’s mouth easier access to the curve of her neck. 

While gently kissing her, Sasha brought her hand up from under the water and started to feel Emily's breasts that were exposed just above the waterline. Sasha massaged her tenderly, letting a nipple slip in-between her fingers as she glided her hand from one breast to the next. Slowly, she soon kissed her way down Emily's neck to her shoulder, never stopping her massage of Emily’s breasts. 

During this time, Jim was watching his wife taste Emily's flesh but soon moved forward himself to kiss the soft curve of her shoulder. As they kissed her, they continued to explore her upper body, sometimes playfully competing for the same breast. It was incredibly erotic as I watched Emily’s chest rise with each excited breath. It was obvious that she was fully enjoying these strangers touching her in such a sensual way. I could see the sexual tension growing on her face.

After several minutes of exploring, Sasha moved her hand up to the opposite side of Emily's face and gently turned her to face her own. Emily opened her eyes as Sasha seductively held her face between her hands and she didn’t resist as Sasha slowly moved closer. My heart raced when their lips met and they started to softly kiss. First, with their lips closed, but Sasha soon opened her mouth to playfully brush her tongue lightly over Emily's lips. 

Emily again closed her eyes and she slowly opened her mouth, allowing Sasha to slide her tongue inside. She brought her hand up to Sasha's neck and they kissed each other passionately for several minutes. I could see them take turns sliding their tongues in and out of each other's mouth, their tongues dancing. A barely audible moan could be heard but it was hard to tell from whom. Needless to say, it was incredibly beautiful watching my friend kiss another woman for the first time.

Jim moved back and his jaw dropped in awe when he saw his wife kissing Emily. There was no doubt that he loved the sight of his wife kissing another women just as much as I did. Excited from seeing such an erotic sight, he slipped his right hand under the water and started to rub his hand over Emily’s thigh. It wasn’t long though until his touch focused on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and I took a deep breath when I saw Emily subtly open her legs as he gradually moved his hand higher. He expertly took his time but eventually moved even closer to where I knew Emily was anxious to be touched most.

Seeing that Emily was giving him no resistance as he slowly moved higher, he began to play with her. He did this by using the tips of his fingers to caress the sensitive skin between the area where her inner thigh curves into her body. He then increased his teasing by softly rubbing his fingers through her soft mound of hair and lightly brushed his fingertips over her now very sensitive, pussy lips. Emily showed her approval of where he was touching her even more when she boldly lifted her leg and placed it over his thigh. 

This excited him even more because he soon stopped his teasing and slowly inserted his middle finger into her now desperate pussy. Emily responded to his penetration of her by breaking her kiss with Sasha, leaned her head back and took a deep breath. Sasha knowing her husband was the cause of this looked over at him and smiled She then looked down into the water to see what he was doing and watched as her husband’s finger slid in and out of Emily’s pussy. She then reached down and grabbed Emily's left thigh and gently pulled, spreading her legs just slightly further apart for a better view.

Emily was now moaning continuously as Jim moved his finger in and out of her wetness. I could see his hand move in different directions as he stimulated her from the inside. Emily softly moved her lower body in a circular motion, using her vaginal muscles to grip more of his finger. From all that had transpired this evening, you could see by the look on her face that she was desperate for stimulation on the inside. It wasn’t long until she said to him with a deeply aroused tone of voice, "Put more fingers inside me!" 

Jim immediately did as she asked, inserting another one of his large fingers into her hungry pussy and began to expertly fuck her with them causing Emily to moan louder. Watching intently, Sasha pulled Emily's left leg up over her own which now forced her legs to be fully spread apart. Hearing and seeing the deep arousal in Emily was increasing the excitement for them both and they soon leaned down so each could take one of Emily's pink nipples into their mouths. Emily responded to this by moving her hands to the top of their heads, not allowing them to move. 

As he continued to finger Emily, he sensed a building excitement in her and quickened his pace. Sasha sensed it too and reached down and started rubbing her fingers over Emily’s swollen clitoris. This caused Emily to quickly rock her pelvis back and forth as her face grimaced from the pleasure they were giving her. After a few incredibly pleasurable minutes of feeling the combination of them pleasing her pussy both inside and out as their mouths hungrily sucked on her nipples, Emily gradually started to move her body even faster and I knew from experience she was about to cum. Sasha released the nipple in her mouth and whispered to her, "Cum for us sweetheart!!" 

With that heard, Emily starting convulsing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She moaned loudly, almost screaming as her face became red from the intense pleasure shooting through her entire body. Emily came hard for nearly a minute as Jim continued to fuck her with his fingers until she collapsed back onto the side of the Jacuzzi.

It took several minutes for her to come down from the orgasm that tore through her. She was breathing deeply, her breasts rising into the air, her nipples now hard and erect, a blissful look on her face. Jim and Sasha smiled as they watched Emily go through the euphoria that comes from having a strong orgasm until she started to recover. They then leaned forward to kiss each other deeply. Emily looked at them both as she moved to close her legs and playfully said, "With everything that has happened tonight, you two have no idea how much I needed that!” 

They silently broke off their kiss and then each in-turn moved forward to kiss her. Sasha just kissed her on the lips but when Jim kissed her, he pushed in his tongue into her mouth and they kissed openly for several seconds. When he pulled back, Emily smiled shyly and then leaned her head back again. We all could tell that she was still enjoying the high from finally cumming. 

As Emily recovered, Jim and Sasha looked at each other, each not sure what they wanted to do next. They then leaned closer together, whispering. Soon, Jim pulled back as Sasha smiled and he looked at Emily to say, "Would you mind if we each took turns going down on you?" 

Emily quickly lifted her head and softly moaned from such a question being asked of her, but said, "I would love you too...but I'm way too sensitive right now." 

However, she looked at each of them seductively and said, "I would be happy to return the favor, though." 

Sasha could only bite her lower lip in response to what Emily just said. 

"Really?” Jim responded with a huge grin on his face. 

Nobody said anything for several seconds then he said seriously, "So...have you ever been with another woman before?"

"No…. but I’ve always been curious." Emily said this while looking directly at Sasha. 

No other words were spoken. 

Jim moved over to his wife and lifted her up out of the water. He placed her on the raised floor in a sitting position at the edge of the Jacuzzi. Warm drops of water ran down her firm body as if she were oozing sex. Her hair was now wet from the mist rising from the hot water and clung to the sides of her face. For several seconds, the three of us sat silently in the water just admiring her beautiful body.

Her feet were still in the water but he quickly raised her legs in front of him as she supported her weight on her hands while leaning back. He moved her legs up, bending them at the knees and she allowed him to place her feet at the edge of the tub, her toes gripping the edge. He then reached up to grab her waist and moved her bottom closer to the edge. After allowing him to move her, she spread her legs open for him. The pubic hair around her pussy was neatly trimmed and she had beautifully large, light brown lips just waiting to be played with.

Jim smiled at Emily as she moved to his side to get a closer view, her eyes locked in on Sasha’s most vulnerable area. With Emily next to him, he leaned down towards his wife’s familiar pussy and started to tease her by licking around her outer lips. After a minute of this, he teased her pussy more by brushing his tongue lightly over her inner lips for a few more seconds as she looked down at him with an anxious look. Then, he rewarded her patience by burying his mouth into her. 

Sasha responded by leaning her head back, closed her eyes and let a moan escape from deep within her. She then started moving her hips, moaning softly as he used his familiar tongue to taste her soaking wet pussy. At one point, we could clearly see the tip of his tongue as it worked on her large clitoris causing it to become swollen. Jim tasted his wife for a several minutes until eventually pulling away with one of her large labia squeezed between his lips until it snapped back. Emily smiled when she saw that.

Jim then looked at Emily and asked, "Would you like to taste my wife?” 

Emily just nodded her head in approval and her eyes stayed locked in on Sasha's now even wetter pussy as she began moving closer to her. Jim slid aside to make room and we watched as she moved directly in front of Sasha who was waiting with her legs still spread apart. The two women looked seductively at each other as Emily extended her hands and started running her fingers up and down the length of Sasha's inner thighs. She touched her sensitive skin for several seconds then began moving her head closer to Sasha’s body.

Emily slowly moved closer and closer until she was just an inch away from Sasha, who's attention was completely focused on Emily. I moved for a better angle just in time to watch Emily open her mouth and push out her tongue as she leaned into Sasha, getting her very first taste of another woman. She placed her tongue at the opening of Sasha’s pussy and slowly ran her tongue up the full length of her wet vagina to get the full taste and feel of her. Sasha never took her eyes of Emily as she let out a deep sigh from the oral pleasure she was now receiving from her.

Emily took her time, selfishly enjoying her first lesbian experience. I watched enthralled as her tongue slowly moved its way all over Sasha's most sensitive area, tasting her sweetness. I could see her tongue move Sasha’s large vaginal lips aside as she tasted her. Sasha’s breathing became deeper as she concentrated on feeling Emily’s warm tongue explore her pussy. After several minutes of enjoying this new experience, Emily’s started focusing on pleasing Sasha as much as she could. 

Emily started to concentrate on Sasha's clitoris, running her tongue in different directions at changing speeds to give Sasha as much pleasure as possible. Sasha responded by gently lifting her feet freely into the air, moved her head back and moaned from the increasing joy she was getting from Emily's mouth. Emily continued to run her tongue over Sasha's clit but occasionally moved down to insert her tongue as deeply inside her pussy as she could. At one point--with her tongue inside Sasha—she moved her head back and forth to tongue fuck her.

The incredible sensations Emily was giving her caused Sasha to start moaning louder and she eventually leaned forward to run her fingers through Emily's wet hair, encouraging her to continue. Jim was still to Emily’s side, breathing heavily, completely focused on her eating out his wife’s pussy. Enthralled, he soon started rubbing his hand up and down Sasha left calf while his other hand started caressing Emily's back.

Suddenly, Emily stopped and placed two fingers from her right hand into her mouth. Then, just a quickly, she slowly inserted her fingers inside Sasha's pussy. Sasha leaned her head back when she did this and in a deep, raspy voice said, "Ooohhh Fuck!!!” 

Emily then placed her mouth back over Sasha’s clitoris and started to move her fingers in and out of Sasha’s hot little box.

Feeling Emily fucking her warm pussy with her fingers caused Sasha to fall back on to the tile floor. She then reached up to squeeze her own breasts while raising her bare feet, resting them on Emily’s shoulders. She then started to grind her pelvis into Emily's mouth, feeling her tongue dancing over her clit and fully enjoying her fingers that were now deep inside her. It wasn’t long until she moaned out, "God, that feels good! Please don’t stop!!!" 

Jim became excited when he heard his wife say this and leaned forward and started to flick his tongue up and down Emily's back. He also started to stroke his fully erect, 9-inch penis with his right hand. As Emily continued to lick and finger his wife intently, Jim soon reached back with his left hand and started to caress Emily’s ass but it wasn’t long until he began to run the tips of his fingers through the crack of her ass and down over her pussy lips. From his excitement though, he quickly inserted 2, then 3 fingers deep inside her.

Emily didn't stop what she was doing when he did this, she just grunted in response to him placing his fingers back inside her. This incredibly erotic scene continued for several minutes. Jim jerking off and fingering Emily while watching her eat out his wife, Sasha moaning loudly as she pinched and tugged on her erect nipples. Eventually, Sasha started to take shallow breaths and announced, "You're going to make me cum, sweetie!!!" 




The Club



I watched as Sasha again reached down with her hand, placing it over Emily's head, which silently told her not to stop. Sasha moved her legs to brace her bare feet on the tile floor and started to grind herself strongly into Emily’s mouth. Emily responded by licking faster and ran her fingers deeper inside Sasha who soon started to take quick, shallow breaths until her body convulsed. She then screamed when the orgasm hit her with full force, her nipples turning rock hard as the orgasm shot through her. Emily pulled back her mouth but continued rapidly fucking Sasha with her fingers as a gush of fluid coated them. Sasha came for what must of felt like a blissful eternity until her gasps slowed down, her knees falling to the side, fully exposing her soaked pussy to us. 

Sasha lay there recovering for several seconds, her body quivering as she took in deep breaths. Emily ran her hands up and down Sasha’a legs as she sat watching Sasha recover. Sasha eventually looked down at Emily with a flushed face and asked, "Are you sure you haven't done this before". 

Emily smiled and innocently whispered, "No". 

As I said earlier, Emily was a naturally gifted lover.

Eventually, Emily moved aside and used her hand to remove Sasha's juices that had condensed on her face. Jim had earlier removed his fingers from Emily and stopped stroking himself when his wife started cumming. After allowing his wife to recover a little, he moved up and took a quick lick of his wife's now sensitive clit causing her to jump. He then moved out of the water to where his wife now lay and they kissed passionately. We watch as their tongues danced and take turns probing each other’s mouths.

As the couple kissed, we could see Sasha's right hand wander down Jim's body to grab hold of his erect penis. We watched as she started to rub her hand up and down his long erection, occasionally squeezing it. This continued for a moment until we heard her say to him, "I need to feel you in me". 

Jim moaned quickly and then sat up with a huge smile on his face. He guided Sasha over to the side of the Jacuzzi and placed her on all fours. While moving her, he looked over at us and said, "Would you two mind if I fucked my wife?” 

Emily slowly shook her head no. All I could say was, "Please!!”

Jim moved behind his wife as she leaned her head down onto her forearms with her firm, gorgeous ass up in the air just waiting for him to fuck her. He licked several fingers with his tongue then rubbed the saliva over the top portion of his penis. Then, he placed his penis at her opening and slowly pushed his hard cock deep inside her.

Simultaneously, he closed his eyes and groaned as she took in a deep breath. "Oh, yeah!” she said as she squirmed back into him. 

He placed his hands on her ass, grabbing her flesh and spread her cheeks apart. After pushing himself inside her he started long, gentle strokes moving the full length of his cock in and out of her. He gradually quickened the pace and she started to push herself back into his thrusts. Emily and I watched silently as Jim fucked his wife this way for several minutes, the sound of their fucking filled the room. 

Sasha's beautiful breasts swayed back and forth as she occasionally looked back at Jim and then over at us. From the look on her face, I could tell that she loved being the center of attention as much as she enjoyed feeling her husband fucking her from behind. Occasionally, Jim pulled his large cock out of her pussy and playfully smacked it against her ass. I had a strong feeling that Jim was not only teasing his wife by doing this but he wanted to tease Emily, too. 

Soon though, he stopped his teasing and concentrated on pleasing his wife with his tool. Her moaning continued steadily for another minute as he ran his cock deep inside her until she arched her back and screamed as another powerful orgasm pulsed through her. It was incredibly erotic watching Sasha cum again as he fucked her. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Emily was enjoying the view as much as I was because she was now touching herself under the water. 

After allowing his wife to finish another blissful orgasm, he told her he needed to switch positions because he didn't want to cum. He pulled himself out of his wife's warm pussy and laid down on his right side next to her. She also turned to her side with her back to him. Jim then grabbed his wife's left thigh and lifted her leg up towards her body, bending her leg at the knee. His positioned himself so that his penis was at the opening of Sasha's still hungry pussy. Then we watched as Sasha reached down with her hand, grabbed his penis and guided the head of it back inside her. Jim did what comes natural and thrust upward to place his cock back deep inside her. Again, she started moaning heavily as he fucked her steadily once more.

In this position, we could clearly see his cock slide in and out of her, her large lips sliding over the long shaft of his penis that was glistening wet with her juices. Sasha’s cute little toes were curled as she moaned, her nipples still hard from recently cumming. Her eyes were closed but she knew she was still being watched, her face was a mask of pleasure. 

When Jim placed his cock back inside her, his full attention was initially on his wife but he soon looked over at Emily. He could see that Emily had a lustful look on her face as she watched them fuck each other. Emily soon caught his gaze and they stared at each other for a few, tension filled seconds. He grunted lightly when Emily’s eyes wandered back down their connected bodies to watch his cock now work like a piston inside his wife’s familiar hole. 

Jim and Sasha enjoyed this position for a few minutes until Sasha reached down with her hand to run her fingertips over his balls. Then, she grabbed his cock to slide it out of her and playfully ran it over the outside of her pussy. Her eyes focused on the bulbous head of his penis as she teased herself, but Jim soon retook control and placed his cock back inside her. She then started to rub herself with her fingers and it wasn't long until another strong orgasm shook her body causing her to scream once again, her face becoming red as the veins in her neck popped out. It was as if the orgasms she were experiencing were becoming deeper and stronger.

Jim slowed down his strokes, enjoying the grip her vaginal muscles had on his penis as she came. Eventually, Sasha relaxed and he stopped his rhythm but kept himself inside her. He leaned his head over and they kissed again for several seconds. Then, he started whispering in his wife’s ear. After a silent conversation of which Emily and I couldn't hear, both Jim and Sasha both looked over at Emily.

"It’s your turn now!” Sasha said as she looked at Emily. 

Emily didn't move, only squeezing her lips together. The game of seduction continued when Jim moved his left hand down, grabbed the base of his thick cock and slid it out of his wife. He gently stroked himself with his left hand as he looked over at Emily. "Do you think you would like to have a turn with this?” he asked with a husky voice. 

Sasha smiled.

Emily softly moaned and had an extremely aroused look on her face. She then replied with an innocent yet playful, "Maybe!” 

I felt as if I died and was now in heaven as Sasha sat up and extended her hand to Emily. As Emily took a hold of her hand and moved out of the water, Sasha told her "I get a minute with you first". 

She then proceeded to guide Emily on to her back, placing her between the two of them. When Emily got comfortable, Jim reached up with his hand and started to slowly caress Emily's left shoulder, arm, and breast with his fingertips.

Sasha was on her knees on Emily's right side as she looked down admiring her body. Sasha’s time to play began when she lightly caressed Emily's upper body for a brief moment, but she soon grabbed Emily’s forearms and pinned them down by her shoulders. Emily completely allowed this seductive aggression to occur as Sasha leaned down to place Emily's right nipple into her mouth. Sasha licked and playfully bit on her nipple for several seconds until it became hard and then she started to gently kiss her way down Emily's torso. Emily left her hands up by her shoulders as if by command, enjoying the seductive kisses as Sasha moved her way down her naked body. 

Sasha then placed a hand on each thigh and gently spread Emily’s legs apart. Emily didn't resist, bending her knees, placing her feet on each side of Sasha who moved like a cat as she guided herself between Emily’s open legs. Sasha adjusted herself further, lying on her stomach for more ease as she began to lick Emily’s inner thighs. She spent time on each leg, slowly working her way to what she was desiring most. 

She teased Emily, kissing the sensitive areas around her pussy for several seconds. Sasha eyes were looking up at Emily who was staring down with an excited look on her face until Sasha boldly reached up with her hand and spread Emily’s pink pussy lips apart. Then, with her fully exposed, Sasha moved her mouth down and proceeded to taste Emily's sweetness for the first time.

Emily drew in a quick breath and arched her back when she first felt Sasha's tongue make contact with her clitoris. Sasha then masterfully used her tongue both over and inside Emily’s pussy causing her to start moaning. With her hands still raised above her, Emily began to gently move her lower body as she fully enjoyed the incredible sensation Sasha was giving her. It was an incredibly beautiful sight watching Sasha lying on her stomach with her gorgeous ass fully exposed, her bare legs crossed with her feet in the air. All the while, her head erotically buried between Emily's open legs. 

Sasha lay there and tasted Emily for several minutes. Meanwhile, Jim watched this incredible scene while softly squeezing Emily's breasts or gently pinching a nipple. Soon though, he leaned over and started to suck on her nipples. Emily quickly responded by reaching down with her left hand and grabbed hold of his penis for the first time. He moaned as she started to explore his erection with her soft hand. 

After allowing Emily to play with his large cock for minute or two, Jim sat up and moved close to Emily’s head, sitting on his knees. His face looked like he was in a trance from being so deeply aroused as he looked down at her and he started to slowly stroke the long shaft of his penis now just a foot away from Emily’s face. Still enjoying the pleasure she was receiving from Sasha’a mouth, Emily’s eyes focused on Jim masturbating right next to her. Occasionally, she looked up directly into his eyes with a look that was silently encouraging to continue. Emily had always enjoyed watching men masturbate.

Jim seeing that she was enjoying watching him jerk off made him become even bolder. He moved closer to her and continued stroking himself, now just inches away from her face. When Emily didn’t avert her eyes from his gaze, he slowly moved even closer and brazenly brushed the swollen head of his penis against her cheek. When he still found no resistance, Jim started to rub the full length his penis over the side of her face and neck, fully enjoying both the softness of her skin with his cock and this seductive game between them. 

Emily just closed her eyes, letting him rub his rock hard tool all over her upper body. I could tell by her facial expression that she was enjoying both the intimate feeling of his manhood against her skin and this game they were playing just as much as he was.

Jim played with her like this for a minute or two until Emily suddenly opened her eyes and reached down with her right hand. She briefly brushed her nails over his scrotum but soon moved her hand up higher and wrapped her fingers around the long shaft of his penis. His cock looked huge in her hand as he allowed her take control of it. She then took her time to slowly stroke his manhood while occasionally looking up at him with a playful smile. 

Soon though, Emily began to tease him by flicking her tongue into the open air, his penis now down by her neck. Jim smiled as she did this but Emily never moved his erection near her mouth. She was playing with him but Jim was so turned on he couldn’t wait very long for what he knew was coming. He soon brashly moved himself to where his penis was now just below her mouth. Still looking up into his eyes as she continued stroking him, she teased him just a little longer until she slowly brought his cock the final inch or two up to her mouth. Then, she started to run her tongue over the head of his penis, tasting the combination of his precum and Sasha’s vaginal juices.

She ran her tongue over the head and shaft of his penis for several seconds causing Jim to lean his head back and moan deeply. Then, Emily moved her left hand to his thigh and guided him deeper into her mouth, easily taking in five or six inches of his cock. At first, Jim didn’t move as he enjoyed the warmth of Emily’s mouth engulf his penis. However, he soon began to slowly move his cock in and out of her mouth while gently holding the back of her head. He looked down to watch it slide in and out of her mouth while feeling her tongue massage the bottom of his penis. It was beautiful seeing the way Emily moved her head as her mouth happily worked on his tool. Occasionally, Emily looked up to give Jim the incredibly erotic view of his cock sliding over the top of her tongue, down into her throat. 

Sasha was looking up with her eyes while working her tongue on Emily’s pussy; she had been watching the whole time but never showed any signs of protest. In fact, she gave the full impression she enjoyed watching Emily sucking on her husband’s penis. 

After several minutes, Jim reluctantly pulled his penis out of Emily’s mouth. Jim leaned down to Emily and whispered, “You’ll make me cum if I let you keep doing that.” 

He then sat up and said to Sasha, “How does she taste?”

Sasha immediately responded, "She tastes wonderful" then went back to licking Emily. 

Jim then leaned down towards Emily one last time. She had now refocused on Sasha pleasing her. Jim smiled while listening to her quick breathing and occasional moan escape her lips; all caused by the pleasure his wife was giving her. Jim whispered to Emily, “I would love taste you. Would you mind?”

Emily innocently smiled at him and said, “No!” 

Between the excitement of giving and receiving oral sex the last five minutes, the pressure inside her was building heavily. 

Jim moved down beside his wife and told her that he wanted a taste now. Sasha took a few more quick licks, running her tongue over the full length of Emily's pussy. Then, she reluctantly moved aside to let her husband have a turn. Jim looked up at Emily as he moved between her legs and asked, "Did you enjoy my wife tasting you?" 

Emily looked down just nodding her approval. He smiled and then proceeded to lower his head and quickly buried his mouth into her wetness. No teasing, he just wanted to taste her. 

Emily took another deep breath as the oral pleasure returned and she again moved her hips a few seconds after getting adjusted to the sensation of a new tongue. This time Sasha sat back and watched her husband as his eyes looked up to see Emily enjoy what he was doing to her. He wanted to return the favor for what Emily had just done to him.

After licking her pussy for a minute or two, Jim abruptly pulled his mouth away and looked over at his wife. She nodded her head at him as she smiled but spoke no words; it looked as if she were approving what must have been a predetermined plan. Then, Jim sat up to place his weight on his knees while still between Emily's open legs. Once again, Jim reached down with his right hand and started to slowly run it up and down the length of his penis. The head of it was swollen and large veins popped out along the shaft. His cock looked like it needed some serious relief. He looked down at Emily whose eyes were locked in on his erection while he made himself even harder. "Would you like to feel this now?” he said to her, seductively. 

Emily let out a deep sigh in response as she again gently nodded her head, telling him silently that she did. I could tell when Jim was going down on her that she was close to cumming but he stopped before she could reach her climax. She almost looked like she was in a trance because she was so turned on. I wondered if Jim stopped for exactly that effect.

He moved closer to her then paused for a second and said, "I have a condom. Do you want me to use one?” 

Emily bit her lip as she thought for a moment but soon looked into his eyes and said innocently, "I'm on the pill." 

I knew right then that she was completely drunk with lust. I knew because she always used condoms with men she had not had sex with before.

Jim kept stroking himself as Emily continued to watch. It looked like he was showing off what he was about to give her. Jim then softly pleaded, “I’m clean…. I would love to feel you without anything on…but it’s up to you.”

Emily voice was shaking with still increasing arousal as she said, “I’m clean, too.” 

She then reached down and started to touch herself in front of him. It was obvious to everyone that she wanted him badly. She then said with hunger in her voice, “I want to feel you inside me. If you promise you’ll pull out before you cum, you can put it in without one!”

This made Jim take a deep breath and his mouth came open as if he was going to drool. He then said, “I promise!” 

Sasha smiled when she saw the excited look on her husbands face.

Jim then reached down with his left hand and rubbed his fingers over Emily’s pussy, quickly placing two fingers inside her just to make sure it was as wet as it looked. Her pelvis lightly rocked as he did this. He then removed his fingers that were inside her and used her own juices to wet the upper portion of his penis. He moved forward and placed her legs over the top of each thigh, stopping with his penis just inches away from her hole. Emily looked down, watching with a tremendously anxious look on her face. It was an amazingly erotic view to see the desire on her face with her legs completely spread open as she waited for him.

Jim then moved his penis closer while holding it with his hand and proceeded to rub the head of his cock over the top of her soaking wet pussy lips. Emily pulled her hand back as he started teasing her by running the shaft of his penis up and down the length of her vagina. He used his fingers to place pressure down on his cock so she could get more sensation as he ran it over the top of her. He did this to tease both her and himself. Occasionally, he would build the intensity of his teasing by placing the head of his penis inside her, but would only leave it in her for a second then pull out. His teasing was getting them both extremely hot.

Finally, Emily had enough. She looked at him and said with her voice full of angst, "Just put it in me! I need to feel it!" 

Jim took a deep breath then playfully smacked his penis against her vaginal lips two or three times. I could hear a wet slap as he did this. Then, he moved to place the head of his cock at her opening and leaned slightly over her as he grabbed her body at the waist. And then--with one firm thrust--he pushed his naked penis fully inside her. 

They both moaned heavily at the same time as he entered her body. Emily slightly arched her back from the sharp jolt of pleasure his hardness gave her as he filled her. Jim closed his eyes and flexed his neck, enjoying the warmth and tightness of a new pussy. He didn't move for several seconds, letting them both enjoy the rush that comes from first penetration. Then, as he looked down at her, he slowly started to move himself inside her but only used a few inches at a time. He did this for several seconds, fully enjoying the sensation of being inside her.




The Club



Sitting in the wingchair by the fireplace, he drained his glass and quietly set it down on the table next to him. He waited. Smiling at the delicious thoughts running through his mind of how beautiful he knew she would look tonight and how much she would enjoy this evening; how much they both would enjoy it. 

"Tasha, are you ready? David asked as he got up out of the chair to refill his glass. As he turned towards the bar, he saw her. The glass forgotten in his hand, he just stared. 

"Tash, you are beautiful! Breathtaking in fact!" He exclaimed as he placed the glass on the bar and walked over to her. 

Blushing lightly from his generously stated compliment, she smiled softly and said, "Thank you, David. You are looking rather dashing yourself!" 

David couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked stunning in her black halter-top. It was cut low between her breasts, offering just a peek of her softly mounded breasts. The matching black skirt was short and sassy. He looked at her lovely legs in the smooth silky black stockings down to her pretty feet that were encased in strappy black heels. To take away from the severe look of all black, Tash wore a choker of glittering rhinestones, teardrop earrings and a bracelet, all from the same set. They sparkled in the light but not nearly as bright as her excited eyes as she watched him look at her from head to toe. 

Her soft voice brought him out of his reverie. 

"Shall we go, David?" she said softly. 

Nodding silently, he took her elbow and guided her out the door to the car. Both David and Natasha were quiet during the drive to "The Club". Tasha was lost in the excitement of the evening and admittedly a little frightened. She had never gone to one of these clubs before; but she trusted David. She knew she would be safe with him. David, on the other hand, had often gone and was looking forward to introducing Tash to this exciting world he knew she wanted to explore. Finally arriving, David tipped the valet, and they walked inside together. 

Natasha looked around the room, her eyes adjusting to her dark surroundings. She saw a bar at the far end with a few people sitting on stools facing the room watching everything that was going on. There were a couple of topless woman standing between the opened legs of one man at the bar, kissing each other passionately. Looking away, she saw attached to one wall handcuffs and hooks holding many different toys, most of which she did not recognize. Her body trembled. David with his arm around her felt it and asked her if she was all right. She smiled up at him with her sparkling eyes and nodded once to indicate that she was fine. Tasha's eyes returned to the room. She saw a cage in the corner with two naked men inside looking out from behind the bars. There was a table much like you would see in the doctor's office and a bench-like table with straps at both ends, padded and covered with black leather. 

People were walking around with drinks in their hands just watching as she herself was. Once in awhile, someone would slide their hands across a naked body for a quick caress but nothing more. The "subs" were not touched without permission from the Masters and it was a rule strictly enforced by the bulging muscled men walking around the floor. 

Men and women dressed in elegant eveningwear, watched those who were naked or half naked being tormented deliciously by their Masters. It was a very hedonistic sight and Tasha was not immune to it. Already she could feel her body moistening her panties. 

David guided her over to the bar. She could feel the eyes of many on her as they crossed the room. David handed her a drink and she sipped greedily needing the comfort she knew it would provide. She could hear David's deep chuckle beside her as he watched her gulp down her drink. 

David smiled over his glass at her and whispered, "It is okay, love. Relax and enjoy. This is your night." 

Placing the empty glass on the bar, she asked for another but David shook his head no. He bent down to her ear and told her he wanted her aware of every wonderful moment of tonight. Putting his own glass down on the bar, David took her hand and guided her to the dance floor. His strong arms encased her petite body as he drew her gently into the rhythm of the music. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his broad chest. David moved his hands from her lower back to her ass while they danced. He felt her tense as he slowly lifted her skirt to bare her ass to the room. Twin mounds of firm flesh with a strip of black panty from her thong were visible to all the greedy eyes. Tash could feel as well as hear the rumble in his chest when he chuckled because she missed a step in their dance. David's large warm hands slid over her globes firmly before he pulled one away to slap her ass. It sounded like a thunder crack to Tasha, but in fact, it was hardly heard over the mix of music and moans already dominating the room. Lifting her head from his chest, Tasha looked over her shoulder to see who was watching. There were a few who had looked over at her to see the reddening handprint she was sure that was on her ass. Tasha soaked her panties. She was becoming so aroused by the embarrassment of what David was doing to her. David slipped a finger into her pussy from behind and he felt the evidence of her desire. 

"You love this, don't you, love? Ahh, but this is just the beginning. We will have to ring these panties out long before this night is over. In fact, lets take care of that now." And with that, David gripped the gusset of her wet panties in his fist and tugged. They ripped from her body easily. David brought the wet panties up to his nose and inhaled. 

"Your scent is sweet love but I know I can make it even sweeter." David said as he tucked the torn panties into the pocket of his jacket. 

"Let's go. It is time." 

David led Tasha over to the padded leather bench she had seen earlier when she came into the room. She stumbled a little but David was quick to steady her. He knew she was frightened but he also knew she wanted this. He would not let her down; they were going to do it. With his hands on her waist, David told Tash to climb over and straddle the 'horse'. Being a petite woman, she was grateful for the help he gave her. 

She was VERY aware of all the eyes in the room that were watching the scene unfold. It was like they all could sense that she was a 'virgin' to all of this. 

Tasha straddled the 'horse' as David instructed. Her legs spread wide and her skirt riding high on her thighs. David caressed her neck beneath her hair. She closed her eyes and relaxed a little from his touch until he curled his fingers around the halter of her top and pulled the button loose. Startled, her eyes opened quickly as the silky garment fell from her breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately. From the cool air or the feel of all those eyes on her bare flesh, she did not know; a little of both, she was sure. David cupped a breast and pinched the nipple between his finger and thumb, hard. Tash, allowed a little startled gasp slip from her mouth. David moved his hand to her other breast and pinched that nipple too. Standing by her side, David lowered his mouth to greedily suck at each rosy tipped breast in turn. Rolling the tasty swollen morsel across his tongue before clamping his lips tightly and sucked it hard, making a loud popping noise when he released it. 

"Your nipples are beautiful, love. They react so well to the attention I give them. Let's see if you like this." 

With that, David placed a little clamp on her first nipple and she moaned aloud. Trembling slightly knowing that in one short second her other nipple will be likewise clamped, and sure enough, it was. A little chain dangled between her lovely breasts and David gave it a little tug wanting to hear her sigh in pleasure again. She did not disappoint him. 

David ran his hand down her smooth bare back. His hands went up and down along the little bumps of her spine, enjoying the sight of goose-bumps as they pimpled her skin. Then with a little pressure between her shoulder blades, David pushed her down on the 'horse'. With little resistance, Tash did as he bade her without the use of words. Her breasts hung on either side of the horse and the cool leather caused the chain to bite nicely into her tender skin. Her hands dangled down on either side below her breasts. David kneeled down to fasten her wrists into the lined handcuffs that were there for just that reason. He kissed her cheek and tugged gently at each nipple after doing so. 

Conscious of the people surrounding her to watch the scene, Tasha tried to keep her legs down as though she were really riding a horse so her body would not be so exposed. She did this for naught though, as David grabbed her hips and pulled them back, pulling her legs to fasten each ankle to the cuffs provided. Once, Tasha was restrained, David slid his hands up her silky stocking legs up to where her little skirt lay. His hand slipped beneath it and slid a finger into her slit to see just how much she was enjoying this. Removing his drenched finger he slipped it into his mouth, sucking noisily so Tasha knew what he did even though she could not see it. Taking a blindfold from a nearby table, David placed it over her eyes and whispered in her ear again. 

"Relax love, tonight I will take you to the stars and back." 

And she knew he would, so Tasha tried very hard to relax. She made every effort to concentrate on her breathing. In and out, in and out, she was doing fine too, until she felt the cool air of the room hit her ass. David had lifted her skirt up over to her lower back leaving her bare ass and her damp pussy peeking out naked for all to see. She felt his hand slip under her tummy and lift as he slid a soft pillow beneath her hips to raise her ass up even more. Oh migod, what a deliciously erotic moment for her. Tasha was so wet and ready to cum and David had not even begun to play yet! Strong warm fingers gripped the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide. 

"Ooooohhh, David" Tasha gasped out. 

"Shhh, love, it is okay" He reassured her. 

His finger pressed on her puckered opening adding only pressure. He was not ready to give her more. Looking at the tasty slit as moisture made it glisten, caused his cock to throb almost painfully in his pants. David took some lubrication and covered his fingers with it and gently slid it to the crevasse he had just explored, only this time he did insert his finger. First to one knuckle, then to another turning and twisting his finger inside her knowing she was dying a sweet death as he did this. Another finger slipped in as he heard her cry out, "No, David, it is too much!" David ignored her outburst. He knew she could take it and much more importantly he knew she wanted it. So, stopping was the last thing he was going to do! 

David looked over at a naked blonde standing nearby watching so closely. She was beautiful and the flush on her skin, her plump hard nipples and her shiny puffed pubic lips showed him she was enjoying this scene. He nodded to her, motioning her to come and join him. Without hesitation she was by his side. 

"Lube that and hand it to me." He demanded. 

Tasha could hear but not see, so she did not know what "that" was or even to whom he was speaking. Hearing a feminine voice answer, "Yes, Sir." offered her only a hint of who might be assisting him. The blonde handed the lubed toy to David and he shook his head no. Instead, he spread Tasha's ass cheeks open and motioned to the blonde to insert the toy. A smile crossing her lips, she stepped forward and gently placed the butt plug on Tasha's anus. Pushing slowly, she inserted it into her ass, then a little further and a little more until it was fully embedded. David gave her ass a loving slap and Tasha jerked a little. 

The blonde went over to the table and brought back three silver balls in her manicured hands. She showed them to David and he nodded yes. Next Tasha felt feminine fingers spread her wet swollen lips apart and she could feel a cool egg shaped ball being pushed inside her. It slipped in easily as she was so wet. Then there was another and Tasha wanted to cum but she knew David would be angry so she tried to hold it back. When a third ball was inserted, the full feeling of her cunt and ass, the knowledge that all around her were watching this happen to her was too much. She moaned out loud and began writhing on the table. The blonde seeing this wanted to help, so her fingers quickly circled Tasha's clit and a flood of wetness filled her insides but the balls prevented most of it from escaping. When the orgasm ended the blonde took her moistened fingers and licked them clean, enjoying the fruits of her labour. 

David, seeing what happened, went to the table himself and retrieved a paddle; on his other hand he put on a puffy soft mitt. Turning back to Tasha, David brought the paddle down on her cute little ass hard. Whack! "oooohhhhh" Natasha screamed. David took the mitted hand and caressed the sting from her ass. The pain was just beginning to subside when WHACK, David spanked her again. "Ahhhh!" Tasha cried out again. Again, David caressed her ass with the mitt. Whack! This went on and on until her ass had the rosiest pink glow and Tasha was squirming close to another orgasm. 

The forgotten blonde walked over to David, kneeling she took his hard cock from his pants. Gripping it firmly in her fist, the blonde took David into her mouth. Moaning David thrust his hips forward forcing his hard cock deep into her throat. The blonde just moaned and took him deeper, cupping his balls and sucking as if her life depended on it. David still sent the paddle down hard on Tasha's ass while the stranger was sucking him. The closer he got to cumming the harder David hit Tasha's ass. David heard Tasha scream out that she was cumming again, and it was too much for him. He dropped the paddle and gripped the blonde by her hair as he fucked her mouth. "GRRRRRRrrrrrr" David screamed as he poured his seed down her lovely throat. The talented blonde did not spill a drop; her mouth was full of David's cum. She swallowed the first spurt but kept the rest in her mouth. Spent, David pulled his cock from her mouth and zipped himself away as he watched the blonde go up to the head of the 'horse'. Taking Tasha's head in her hands, she placed her cum soaked lips on Tasha's, kissing her; allowing David's cum to pour into Tasha's mouth. Tasha swallowed knowing that it was NOT David's lips kissing her but she was sure that it was David's cum flowing into her mouth. 

David watched this and hardened again. He wanted to get home now and fuck Natasha as she had never been fucked before. Gently, David removed the butt plug, reaching between her cum soaked pussylips, he retrieved the balls from inside her. Pulling down her skirt, David then kneeled to un-cuff her ankles and then her wrists. He lifted her up into his arms holding her close to him. Natasha took off the mask and David saw the love and passion in her eyes. She smiled at him and whispered, "Thank you, David." 

Resting her head on his chest, David walked out of "The Club" with his precious bundle. The valet, not unused to these kinds of sights as people came out of "The Club" brought the car around right away. As David set Natasha into the seat of the car, she gripped his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. 

"Take me home, David." She whispered.



The Club



Cindy and Jay were swaying to the music, lost in the feel of each other. They had only known each other for a few weeks, but had already developed a deep connection to each other. Their lovemaking was incredible, but not as incredible as the emotional bond they had formed.

Jay lifted her head from his shoulder and whispered in her ear, "I need to be with you Baby."

"Now."

"Oh yes," replied Cindy. They quietly left the dance floor and made their way to the storage room in the back of the club.

They sank down onto the couch that was kept there and started kissing passionately. They hurriedly stripped each other's clothes off, consumed with passion for each other.

They were kissing passionately when they suddenly heard a sound in the room. They looked up to see Rob, the club owner standing there watching them.

"Umm, sorry," said Jay, smiling. "I guess we got a little carried away."

"Oh, that's ok," said Rob, grinning widely. "As long as you let me join in."

Jay looked down at Cindy who was looking at the rather large bulge in Rob's pants. "Looks to me like the lady agrees," said Jay, smiling.

Rob quickly undresses and joins them. He comes to the head of the couch, standing directly in front of Cindy's face. 

Jay moves up and starts to nuzzle her neck. Cindy turns her head to kiss him, swirling her tongue around his. As they part from the kiss, Jay sees Rob's large cock, right beside their mouths. Cindy extends her tongue and slowly licks the head. She then takes hold of Rob's cock and brings it to Jay's mouth. Jay looks up at her in surprise, but then sensing that this is what she really wants, extends his tongue and starts licking the side of Rob's cock. Cindy starts licking the other side. Rob moans loudly.

Jay licks down the shaft of Rob's cock as Cindy engulfs the head into her mouth. He reaches over and fondles his balls, causing Rob to groan.

"Lick my ass," Rob lustfully tells Jay.

Jay hesitates, not sure this is something he wants to do. He looks up at Cindy and sees the lust in her eyes.

Wanting to please her, he positions himself behind Rob and spreads his cheeks. He slowly licks behind Rob's balls and then moves up and swipes his tongue between the cheeks of his ass, lightly touching his asshole with the tip of his tongue as Cindy licks and sucks on Rob's cock. 

"Oh fuck," groans Rob.

Sensing his excitement, Jay starts to probe him with his tongue. Rob starts rocking his hips back and forth as he mouth fucks Cindy and pushes back to feel Jay tongue fucking his ass.

"I need a cock in my pussy, now!", says Cindy. She removes her mouth from Rob's cock and gets up on her hands and knees on the couch.

Jay reaches up and grabs Rob's cock and guides it to Cindy's wet, swollen pussy. He rubs it up and down her pussy lips, teasing her.

"Oh God, fuck me," yells Cindy, pushing her hips back at Rob.

Jay places Rob's cock head at the opening of her pussy and then slowly slides his big cock in.

Rob grabs Cindy's hips and pushes his cock all the way into her hot pussy. They both moan loudly.

Jay slides under and starts to lick Cindy's clit while Rob is fucking her. He can smell the musk scent of Rob's cock and balls covered in Cindy's pussy juice. He leans up and licks his cock as it slides in and out of Cindy' pussy.

They are all moaning loudly. Jay watches Rob's cock go in and out of her pussy. His own cock is rock hard and aching. He reaches down to stroke it.

Rob is fucking Cindy harder and faster. Suddenly he erupts, filling her with his hot cum. After a few more strokes, he removes his cock. He looks down at Jay and says, "Lick my cock clean."

Jay leans up and licks his cock, tasting Rob's cum and Cindy's pussy juice mingled together. He moans at the taste of it. He hungrily licks it all over, while continuing to stroke his own cock.

Rob pulls out of Jay's mouth and tucks his cock back into his pants. "Thanks for the great fuck!!", he says slapping Cindy on the ass. "You two stay in here as long as you want," he says as he leaves the room.

Jay quickly gets up behind Cindy and thrusts his aching cock into her pussy. He can feel her slickness and starts to fuck her with wild abandonment.

Cindy immediately starts to cum, her pussy spasming on Jay's cock.

Jay feels her cuming over and over and loses all control. He grabs her hips, thrusts into her one last time, and cums with a great roar!!!

They both collapse onto the couch. "So fucking hot Baby," Jay says as he takes her in his arms and kisses her tenderly.



The Club



It was a Friday night and, unusually, but since this was my first Friday night in a new town, I had agreed to go out clubbing with my mate, Jeff. I usually spent Friday nights with my girlfriend, but tonight she was working so I thought "why the hell not" and jumped in a cab with Jeff and headed for a club most popular with us students: like any club of this nature, cheap drinks, loud music and scantily clad women were all prevalent.

The night went one pretty much uneventfully, a lot of drinking and not too much dancing - I despise dance music. My friend and I were standing at a table singing along to a solo guitarist at the back of the club when I noticed a 20-or-so year old girl dancing alone nearby. Apparently my friend had noticed her too as he promptly left me and made his way over to her. After he bought her a drink and had a dance he brought her over and introduced me.

"How you doin'?" I asked "I'm Rob"

"Doin' alright Rob, I'm Lisa" She said this to me with a very interested look on her face and never batted an eye.

Don't look at me like that I thought to myself. Firstly, my best friend is clearly pretty keen on you and secondly I have a girlfriend. She wasn't the best looking woman I've ever seen but you know what they say a few beers'll do to a man - and I was already imagining what she would look like naked. I attempted to act nonchalantly.

"So what do you do with yourself, Lisa?" I asked

"I'm an apprentice hairdresser she replied"

"Cool!" my friend exclaimed "Rob could use a haircut" he was motioning to my slightly too long and always shabby haircut I was sporting at the time.

Lisa looked at me and giggled, "I don't think there's anything wrong with it," she said "but if you want I'll give you my card and you can make an appointment."

"Yeah go on Rob, get her card" my mate piped up. There was never any mystery as to why he never got laid.

Lisa moved over to me and whispered in my ear "I'll only give it to you in private..." or something to that effect.

I looked down at her face and caught a very mischievous grin and a wink. Great, i thought, here we go... I thought I'd better nip this in the bud while I still have some semblance of self-control. I leant down to her ear so my friend couldn't hear us, 

"As much as I'd love to, I don't think that'd be such a great idea" I said, hoping my insincerity wasn't showing.

"Why not" she giggled, bumping me with her hip.

"Because I have a girlfriend" I said positively

"So?" she answered slowly, tugging on the hem of my shirt. "I won't tell if you won't..." 

"But my mate over there seems pretty keen for you too... I really couldn't do that to him" 

"I know he wants me.." she said matter-of-factly, "but I want you" It didn't seem she was going to take no for answer.

Fantastic I thought as I felt her hand move down my back and over my ass. I became conscious at this time of my cock not wanting her to stop.

"What am I supposed to tell him" I said

"Just tell him that you're going to walk me out to my car" she grinned wryly. As good an excuse as any I thought as I strolled over to Jeff.

"She won't fucking let me go man" I said to him

"Just tell her to piss off" 

"I can't," I didn't tell him I didn't want to, "she just wants me to walk her out to her car, and then she's gone."

"Bullshit she does" he was right but I didn't care

"Just give me 10 minutes to get her to her car and then come looking for me, O.K?"

"Righto mate, but be careful" he warned me, then I was gone.

I hurried back to where Lisa was talking to one of the security guys and gave her a nudge as I walked by. She looked at me, smiled, excused herself and we were walking out of the club into the street. Across the road in a dimly lit undercover carpark I followed her to a far corner on the third floor where her car was parked. I thought Jeff would have trouble finding me here if he came looking as she turned and faced me. 

For the first time I really took in what she looked like, everything seemed to have happened all so quickly up till now. She wasn't very tall, about up to my shoulders, she had shoulder length blonde hair with a face that reminded me of the slutty chick, Jen, from 'Dawson's Creek'. A fairly slender figure as I remember, small, perky breasts were covered by a small crop top showing off a perfectly flat stomach down to a very nice arse in a very tight skirt. Lisa leant back on the car door in a way that really turned me on. 

"I was watching you all night, Rob..." she said before sighing, "but I guess it's time for me to go, isn't it?" she whimpered mockingly, teasing me. 

She pushed her self off the car toward me. Our faces were only inches away, I thought of my girlfriend, I thought of Jeff and then thought "what the fuck" and we were kissing. Lisa pressed her thigh between my legs, my hard cock grinding against her, I pulled her arse closer into me as I explored her mouth with my tongue. We stood there kissing and rubbing eachother for a long few minutes until she broke away from me and took a step back, hooking her fingers inside the top of my jeans. In an incredibly sexy voice she said to me, 

"I think we would have really great sex" Fuck I was turned on.

"I couldn't agree more" 

The feeling of her cool fingers against the warm skin of my stomach made my cock stand straight up, hard as a rock. She stretched out her fingers and I felt them come into contact with my dick, she softly stroked me with her fingertips, smothering pre-cum all around the head of my cock.

"How does it feel to have another girl's hands on your dick?" she asked me.

What could I say? I just moaned.

"What do you think it would feel like down my throat?" she continued, I wondered if she was trying to make me cum in my pants. 

Before I could answer she had undone my belt and jeans and was stroking the full, exposed length of my cock. My jeans dropped to the concrete floor and she quickly followed. Her face was lined up perfectly with the tip of my cock and as she continued to pull me off with long, smooth strokes she glanced up at me and our eyes locked, she kept staring at me as she enveloped the head of my dick with her mouth, I felt her tongue swirling around inside her mouth as she massaged the head of my cock with her lips and tongue. I couldn't believe how good this was feeling, she hadn't even fully taken me into her mouth and I already felt like cumming. 

At that a point a low groan unconsciously left my mouth and I saw her head bob down onto my shaft, I felt the tip of my cock bump against the back of her mouth then slowly squeeze through the opening into her throat, she started working up and down on my cock in faster motions, letting my cockhead squeeze into her throat every time. I felt her other hand reach under and cup my balls, she extended a finger and ever so lightly stroked the area between them and my asshole. I couldn't hold my orgasm back any longer, just as I felt the cum rise in my cock she withdrew and squeezed the tip of my dick. She's done this before I thought. 

Lisa continued to squeeze me until my feelings of cumming had subsided, "Nice Trick" I smiled down at her.

"Thanks, but I hope you don't mind?" She replied

"Not at all" I said. I certainly didn't want to cum yet... we were just getting started.

She got to her feet and her face came within inches of mine, she leant forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue still tasted of my cock and it turned me on incredibly to taste myself in her mouth. I felt my dick starting to grow in her hand again.

I continued to kiss her madly, moving my attention to her neck. Her body smelt so sexy, the smell of fucking and cigarettes was intoxicating. I let my hands roam all over her body, under her shirt and across her hard nipples, I slid my fingers lightly over her firm stomach and down the sides of her thigh. I came to the hem of her short skirt and lifted it up while running my hand up the inside of her thigh, I felt the warmth and wetness of her panties as the side of my hand came into contact with her slit, I started rubbing her clit slowly through her underwear. 

Lisa started to moan and I reached around to her zipper and undid it, her skirt became loose and I let it drop to the ground next to my jeans. She was standing there in front of me naked from the waist down bar a lacy g-string, she obviuosly planed on getting some tonight, I thought. 

I moved her to the bonnet of the car and leant her against it. I hooked my fingers around the top of her g-string and pulled it down over her knees, I let it drop to the floor and knelt in front of her. Lisa spread her legs slightly apart and braced herself against the car, she knew what was coming and wasn't going to wait for it. I had different ideas. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her thighs, purposely avoiding her pussy. I was kneeling right in front of her and could make out a completely clean shaven cunt. How sexy can one girl be! I screamed to myself.

I leant in and ran my tongue up the crease were her thigh meets her slit and down the other side, still teasing her and savouring the baldness of her pussy.

"Oh fuck yes" I heard her mumble from above as she pushed her pussy into my face.

I inserted my tongue at the bottom of her slit and licked slowly upward, past her opening and over her clit. Another moan escaped her mouth when I felt the hardness of her clit under my tongue. My fingers made their way up to her hole and I pressed down on her clit with tip of my tongue as I entered her with one finger. My mouth completly closed over her clit as I slowly moved my finger in and out of her wet pussy.

"Oh fuck yes Rob, suck my clit..." 

She had been talking to me the whole time and it was turning me on like you wouldn't believe. I couldn't help but pull myself off with my free hand as I sucked on her clit and inserted another finger.

I started moving my fingers in and out in rhythm with my sucking and Lisa was soon thrusting herself into my face. I pulled my fingers out of her and moved my tongue to her opening, letting my (longer than usual) tongue slide into her, I relished the taste of her juices as they streamed over my mouth. She started fucking my tongue like it was a cock and I just sat there enjoying the ride. Lisa was literally yelling at me now.

"Shit Rob, Shit! I want your cock in me... Shit!" 

She continued fucking my tongue but I got the impression she'd rather my dick, so I stood up and sat her on the bonnet of the car. She laid back and spread her legs for me.

My cock was a raging hard on and I lined it up with her pussy, slowly I entered and she arched her back as I slid my full 8 inches smoothly all the way into her. We both groaned loudly and I started thrusting in and out of her as deep as I could, Lisa was pushing back into me in time with my thrusts and I was looking down on her arched body as I held onto her hips - sex had never been so good.

Feeling the cum rising in my cock I took the opportunity to stop and ease my urges. I withdrew my cock from her and turned her around so she was bent over the bonnet of the car. Admiring her flawless arse I slowly lined my cock up with her opening once again, and rubbed it up and down her slit, pressing it hard onto her clit as it slid by. I entered her again, managing to slide my dick even further into her than before. Lisa cried out as my stomach pressed up against her arse cheeks. I felt her legs spread part a little more as she slid her hand between her thighs, she was rubbing her clit furiously as I continued to thrust in and out of her while she pushed back on me. She kept urging me to go harder and deeper, I kept building up speed and pounding into her until I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Ooohhh, Fuck!" I yelled as I felt the cum rising in my shaft and the orgasm building in my whole body.

"Wait for me, Rob..." She pleaded in a tight voice. "I'm nearly there..."

I was desperately trying not cum but we were going so hard, there was absolutley no way I was going to stop it if it wanted to come.

"I can't hold it any longer!" I managed through clenched teeth.

Just as the first spurt of my cum filled her cunt, she screamed "Oh shit!, yes, yes... cumming!" 

I felt her pussy contract around my cock as she started to cum and I kept fucking her until I was completely dry and she had come down from her orgasm. I withdrew my dick and she turned around to face me, we both had grins on our faces as we pressed against eachother and kissed.

"Now that is something I'll never forget!" I exclaimed

"I should hope not! I've never done anything like that before in my life!" She said 

"Like what?" I asked "fucking a stranger?"

"No..." she laughed "I've never fucked so fucking hard for so long... in a public car park!"

I laughed as she reached down to pull her g-string back over her wet pussy.

"...anyway, maybe I'll see you again sometime?" she said as she reached into her car.

"I fuckin' hope so!" I grinned, as I typed my number into her mobile.



The Club



Elisa glanced into her full-length mirror one last time. "You look gorgeous," came a voice from behind her. She looked at the reflection of her roommate Anna, who sat perched on the edge of her bed. Elisa bit her bottom lip lightly and looked back at her own refection. She was five foot four with dark black hair. Her face was round and her skin had a rosy complexion. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds. She was wearing the standard 'little black dress'. It had short sleeves and hugged her body seductively. Her thirty-six C breasts seemed larger to her in the dress. It came to mid thigh and her lightly tanned legs were smooth and silky looking. Elisa smiled in spite of herself. She did look good. Anna stood and walked up behind her. 

"And you did like we talked about?" Elisa nodded meeting Anna's gaze in the mirror. "I still don't understand…." Elisa began, but Anna held her hand up and Elisa trailed off. "You will. Come on Elisa. You have not been out to a club in three years. It's time you got out and let the men know what they have been missing." Elisa sighed and nodded. Anna was right. It had been three years since her boyfriend of four years had confessed to her that he was seeing another woman. Elisa had been crushed and was sure that it was because she was not as pretty or sexy as many of the girls she knew. Anna had been her roommate then and had tried to convince Elisa that she was as pretty as any of the girls they knew, and had often tried to get her to go out to the clubs. Anna and her boyfriend Ron went out every weekend and danced the nights away. Elisa always felt much too much like a third wheel to go with them. But Ron was on a business trip this weekend and Anna had promised she would only go out if Elisa went with her. So there they stood, both dressed to party. Anna grabbed Elisa's hand and they were out the door before Elisa could utter another protest.

The club was dark with spotlights flashing here and there. Elisa and Anna walked in to a nearly packed house. Anna had mentioned that the local band was going to be playing tonight and that the placed would be more packed than usual. Elisa had hoped that she would be able to blend into the crowd. The room was large and round. There was one long bar around the outside of the circle and a long table separating it from the dance floor. There was a stage in the very middle of the dance floor and it looked like they were setting up for the band. 

Anna pulled Elisa to the bar and asked what she wanted. "Rum and coke," Elisa said loudly. Anna ordered their drinks and they moved to an empty spot along the table. Anna swayed her hips in time with the music and sipped her drink. She grinned at Elisa, who was standing stiff as a board. "You can at least pretend like you are going to have a good time," said Anna playfully. Elisa grinned back and relaxed a bit. "I'll try hun," she replied as her eyes scanned the room. She watched the people dancing on the dance floor. There were so many that they looked like one big tangle of arms and legs. Two guys and a girl came over and greeted them, shouting hi and hugging Anna. 

"This is Elisa, my roommate," said Anna loudly. Elisa smiled at them all. Anna introduced them as John and his girlfriend Beth, and James, Beth's brother. Elisa smiled to them all and her cheeks grew warm as she noticed James's eyes linger on her for a moment longer than the others. They all chatted for a few moments and then John announced that he and Beth were going to dance. James stood with Anna and Elisa and watched them walk out to the dance floor. Her turned to both the girls and grinned at them. Anna winked at him and said she was going to refill their drinks. Elisa was surprised she had downed her first one already and nodded to Anna asking for another rum and coke. 

James smiles to Anna and then turned to Elisa. "Might I have the pleasure of a dance with the prettiest girl here," he said. Elisa blushed and nodded. This night might not be so bad after all she thought. James took her hand and led her out to the dance floor. They danced through two songs their bodies brushing against one another in time with the music. After the end of the second song there was a break in the music and James led them back to the table where Anna, Beth, and John were. Anna grinned at Elisa handing her the rum and coke. "Having fun," she asked and Elisa giggled nodding lightly. They talked through the break in the music. Elisa asked where the bathroom was and soon headed off in that direction. She was surprised to see the bathroom was almost as full as the dance floor. She quickly finished and left making her way back to her friends. 

Suddenly there was a large group of people all around her and she was turned around. The music came blaring back on and Elisa realized she was caught in a group on the dance floor. She began to make her way towards the outside wall when she felt a hand on her waist. It caressed her seductively and she glanced around to see who it was. She felt the hand pull her in and soon an arm was curled around her holding her close. She looked up and gazed into the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. She tried to pull back a bit but the arm held her close for a moment and the man simply held her gaze. Then as suddenly as he had captured her he let her go and was swept away with the crowd. She stood there still for a moment and then began searching the crowd for his face. She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped turning quickly to look up into James face.

"Why you look almost disappointed to see me," he said with a playful pout. Elisa smiles and shook her head. "Not at all," she said smiling brightly. "I just got lost I think." He smiled and wrapped an arm around her leading her back to the table. Elisa peered into the crowd searching for the face that seemed to be seared into her mind. 

She quickly assured everyone that she had simply gotten lost in the crowd, and quickly downed her drink. Anna glances at her looking concerned, but Elisa simply shook her head and offered a smile. They turned to the stage as the band was announced and John pulled Beth out to the dance floor as they began. Anna pushed James and Elisa out after them and James pulled Elisa into his arms as the music pulsed through the room. Despite his handsome face Elisa could not concentrate on James. All she could think about was the man who had captured her attention for mere moments. 

The song moved to a faster paced one and Elisa set herself to enjoy her time with James as she began dancing. The alcohol was slowly having an effect on her and she was much bolder in rubbing up against him. Anna danced out on the floor offering them more drinks and danced with them for a while. The song changed again to another fast paced one and Elisa was pushed back a bit as a group of people made their way past. She took a sip of her drink trying to keep her eye on Anna and James when suddenly she felt hands on her waist pull her back. She was surprised and dropped her half-empty glass on the floor. She felt a body press up against her and the hands slid around caressing her belly. She knew it was him. She swayed her hips with his and he pulled her back farther from her friends. Her mind told her this was dangerous, but in that moment dangerous was looking pretty. good. 

They continued to dance her back to him, through the rest of the song. His hands explored her slowly. Fingers dancing over her stomach, one set moving down over her hip and the other up along the curve of her breast. Elisa sighed and relaxed back against him. She ignored the soft voice in her head that reminded her that this was not like her. Right then she didn't care. All she knew was that she loved feeling his hands on her. The song ended and she moved to turn to him but he held her tight, not letting her turn. She felt his lips press against her ear and his breath was warm and soft. 

"I have been watching you since you walked in, " he whispered. "I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life." He kissed her ear lightly and leaned down to kiss her neck. Elisa closed her eyes and tilted her head sighing. The music began again and was slow. He spun her around and quickly placed his lips over hers. She returned the kiss as passionately as he gave it. Her hands slid over his shoulders as his slid around her waist. Their bodies moved with the music, one of his hands on the small of her back the other sliding down to caress her ass. 

The song rolled into another fast paced one and he pulled back from her a bit. She was able to look up at his face. He had black hair and a ruggedly handsome face. His blue eyes sparkled as he smiled down at her. He was very well built and wore a black tee shirt with black jeans. "What's your.." Elisa began, but he places a finger over her lips and pulled her close kissing her again. She melted into him. As the song continued her turned her around pulling her back against them. His hands once again exploring her. She rocked with the music and his body as he held her. One hand made its way to her breast lightly brushing the nipple. Elisa gasped as he pinched it lightly. It grew hard under his experienced fingers. His other hand slid back down her hip and reached for the hem of her dress. His lips placed kisses along her neck and she rested her head back against him closing her eyes. His fingers continued to play with her nipple, rolling it around and making it harder. She felt the hem of her dress slide up as his other hand moved to caress her inner thigh. As he slid his hand higher he laughed lightly against her ear. Elisa smiled knowing that he realized she had no panties on. She felt his fingers slide between her wet folds, and she moaned softly feeling him probe her. 

The song changed again but Elisa barely noticed. Her whole world was wrapped up in the stranger and what he was doing to her. He stroked her slit, his fingers getting soaked by her. His hand reached across to her other breast and began playing with the nipple there. Elisa moaned louder feeling one of his fingers push up into her pussy. For a few moments he pushed his finger in and out of her and she writhed in his arms. His fingers pulled out and began to circle her clit. In the next instant Elisa felt herself shaking with her orgasm and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. He held her close as the waves passed through her body and then reached down to lift her off the ground into his arms. Elisa had a fleeting thought of what they must of looked like, but it was gone was quickly as it came. 

Elisa was slightly aware of the sound of the band growing soft and she felt him reach to open a door. He stepped through and pushed it shut with his foot. She glanced up at him to ask him what he was doing but he kissed her before she had a chance. She felt herself being lowered to a sofa and then being released. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her. "I want you Elisa," he said softly. "But I don't want to force you." Elisa blinked as the realization of what he was asking her sunk into her mind. He knelt down in front of her and took her hands. "I have never been so overwhelmed with desire for a woman such as I am right now for you." Elisa smiled and reached out to brush his cheek with her fingers. "Your name," she asked softly and he laughed. "Garet," he replied. Elisa nodded and leaned forward pressing her lips to his. 

He leans into her as she kissed him and pressed her back into a laying position. She reached to unbutton his jeans and slid them down over his ass her fingers lingering to caress there. She moaned as she felt his long hard cock slide up against her slit. He rubbed it up and down soaking it with her juices. He gazed down at her and she smiled pulling him down. "Fuck me Garet," she whispered against his ear. She moaned as he quickly thrust sliding his cock deep into her. He lifted her legs around his back his hands going under her ass to raise her to meet his thrusts. He spent time taking long deep strokes, and Elisa moaned in pleasure. She had never felt so good in all her life. "God Elisa," he groaned. Suddenly his pace increased and she felt him grow harder in her. 

"Oh yes Garet," she said her breath coming in deep gasps now. "Fuck Elisa I'm gonna cum," Garet moaned pumping hard into her. "Oh yes Garet," she cried, "yes now." He felt her tighten around his as her orgasm exploded and triggered his own. He thrust once hard into her and she moaned feeling his seed shoot hard into her. He pulled out and thrust hard again groaning in pleasure. Elisa held her legs tight around him his orgasm causing her own to extend. Her legs slipped from him as he gently lowered himself to her his lips searching for hers. She moaned softly into his mouth as she felt his soft cock slip from her. The kissed for a long time their fingers exploring each other. 

Garet pushed himself up onto one arm and smiled down at Elisa. "Can I see you again," he asked softly. Elisa grinned. "I was worried you wouldn't ask," she replied. "How could I not," he said brushing his fingers across her cheek. He stood up and pulled her up off the sofa. As she stood smoothing her dress down she looked around. The room looked like some kind of dressing room. "The bands get ready in here," Garet said answering her question before she could ask it. She smiled at him. 'Do you know the band?" He nodded smiling. 

"I own the club," he replied. She looked surprised and he laughed pulling her to him. He dipped his head and kissed her deeply. Elisa returned his kiss and sighed softly. He pulled back and handed her a business card. "Call me any time." Elisa smiled and glanced at the business card. "Is tomorrow to soon," she said playfully. "Not soon enough," he replied lifting her chin to kiss her once more. "Now go find your friends. I'm sure they are pretty worried about you by now." Elisa nodded and turned to go. She glanced back one last time and offered Garet a bright smile before disappearing from the room. 

Anna jumped when she felt Elisa's hand on her shoulder. "Elisa," she gasped pulling the girl close. "Are you ok," she asked pushing back and looking critically over Elisa. Elisa just grinned back. Anna looked at her curiously. "What?" Elisa just shook her head and linked arms with Anna. 

"I'll tell you when we get home." Anna smiled.

"So I guess you are glad I drug you out to the club then huh?" Elisa laughed, "you have no idea."



The Club



Heat. Motion. Movement from everyone. Bodies back to back, the rhythm and the beat took control of everyone. I was in the middle of the dance floor. The middle is always where I dwell when at the club. It was there that I saw him across the floor in tight black shirt and pants. I'm sorry to say it, but it wasn't his "coolness" that made him draw attention or even his sense of good style. It was more because he was a well-built and nicely tanned… white guy! And if the fit of those pants where anything to go by he had a very nice package too. I could tell that if I tried to cup him he would run the risk of overflowing in my hand. 

The club was a predominately black dance club. Other races where invited of course but Kaya wasn't usually their first choice. His being here could only mean one thing. He liked black women and from the look in his eyes and the smile on his face he liked me. Leaning back against the unknown stranger who decided to walk up behind me and rub his dick on my ass, I smiled at the white boy and gave him my best "you wanna fuck me?" look.

I guess he read it correctly because he walked over to me, grabbed me, and pulled me close. I wanted to pull back as I thought 'what the fuck…?" But I then I felt it-- magnetism. Lust. Right out of nowhere. It took me aback. This shit doesn't happen in the real world; this instant lust on sight, on touch, doesn't happen, but damn if it didn't feel real. There was just something about him. And if I were to admit it, I was more than just a little curious. I've never been with a white guy before. 

So we began to dance and grind with out any word being spoken yet tons was being said. My other unknown stranger who made friends with my ass tried to stay close re-stake his claim, but as I wrapped up arms around white boy's neck, I made my choice clear. Later, without a word, he took me to the side, against the wall and kissed me…

Okay, the truth is I attacked him, but he didn't stop me and if his dick and grip on my body was anything to go by he liked it. He reached down to my thighs and slid his hands up my skirt. Yeah that's right I was panty-less, call me a slut if you must. I really don't care. When he looked at me questioningly I simply replied I had to send them away (but that's another story. Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime). He looked confused and pleased at the same time. Understandable, he got to feel her, my sweet mound who I've secretly named 'the lil' bitch.' 

Why? Because the lil' bitch always got me in trouble. And tonight it looked like I'm was about to get in a whole bunch of trouble. And no matter what I did, not matter what toys I've brought, "the little bitch" was never happy until she got some dick. "The lil' bitch' virtually had a mind of her own so far as I'm concerned she deserves to have her own name.

She was very wet and was dripping down my thigh. It was evident I wanted him too. He whispered in my ear that he had to taste me. He pulled his hand back up, looked into my eyes and sucked the sweet juice off. All that did was feed both our lusts for more.

I heard someone whisper beside us "oh shit!" I turned my head and there stood two men watching us. Watching him lick my juices off his hand and then watching as it disappeared again under my dress. He was kissing my neck as he fucked me with his hand. And on they watched. He on the other hand, had other ideas. Griping my hand, he led me out of the club down the street to his car. Opening the back door, he pushed me in. One leg on the seat and the other on the floor I pushed myself across the seat and further into the car. He followed me in, closed the door, lifted my skirt and all that was in his face was my shaved pussy. I like to keep it nicely groomed with a small fur patch above my clit. 

Looking at the wetness that made my thighs glisten and at my swollen extended clit he said that he has had many women before but no one moved him to such desire as I have and that he had to lick that pussy now. He began to lick and kiss up on my thigh and across my mound. He stopped for a second to flicker my clit with his tongue. Then he continued down the other thigh kissing and nibbling along the way. The lil bitch was hot and wanted him to eat her. It was too much for him, he had to go in for the kill, but he didn't. The aroma of my pussy just turned him on more, but he regained control. Instead he leaned back and told me to unbutton my shirt and I did. One button after the other. He didn't touch me but he watched. At first he didn't move. His eyes caressed my breasts. Then he looked into my eyes and slightly smiled. He went straight for my nipples looking into my eyes while he nibbled on the tip through the bra. Nice.

He unclasped my bra and cupped my breast softly sucking on one then the other. Closing my eyes, I leaned back. He twisted and pulled on my nipples, like they were little knobs. Twisting and pulling. Hard and tight, He flicked them back and forth between his finger, using his nail now and then. The slight sharpness added to the arousal and my pussy tightened. 

He reached up and began kissing my ear. You liked that he asked. As I nodded he began sucking on my ear and whispered "What's your name?"

"Sabrina" I answered.

"I'm going to fuck you Sabrina. I'm going to fuck you soft and then I'm fuck you hard. Either way we will fuck. My name is Troy. Remember it because I may have you screaming my name before this over. We'll have to see how much you can handle first, you may not have energy for that."

I smiled at that slightly cocky comment. I like cocky. Turning me over until I was lying on the seat, he moved over me, and he pushed himself up. He told me to now unbutton his shirt. I got the chance to touch him. Feel him. Curl the hairs around my fingers and pull. Play with his nipples like I play with mine. I looked into his eyes as he did mine. Sucked and nibbled him as he did me. 

He touched me, everywhere. He touched me and kiss me all the while talking in my ear-- some words were sweet and some words were… not so sweet. It was hard to determine which I liked better. Then he moved to kiss me, there- on my pussy, that nasty eager lil bitch. He pulled me abruptly toward him, as if with little thought. Moving down he placed my legs on his shoulders, lifted my body at a slight upward angle, and proceeded to lick. Grabbing his head I pushed his face in deeper telling him to kiss it and suck it some more and he did.

Coming back up he kissed me again and I tasted myself. Pushing him back, I sat up and though it wasn't easy, we switched positions. I explored him some more. Again I felt him, tasted him, smelled him, and watched him. It was strange touching a body that wasn't my own. Feeling the texture of his skin. Like a toy that is all mine to play with and do with as I please. And then there is his dick. Long and smooth, hard, and kinda cute. Pretty almost. Big too.

Not bad. Can I handle that? How much will it hurt? Will I like the hurt? Probably. It is the ultimate toy. I learned to master it before the night was over. He told me everything I needed to know. How to suck, where to suck. How hard, how soft. How long. What he likes, and what he doesn't. I sucked the head, the shaft, and his balls. I sat up and just played with it as he watched. Sometimes we took turns touching him. He even masturbated a bit for me. There is nothing more interesting than watching a man fuck himself. 

"That's right," I said. "Show me how you do it. Fuck yourself for me, Troy baby." I was so turned on my pussy was contracting, trying to grab something to fill it. My fingers were too small and not nearly hard enough. Looking around I saw a paper bag on the floor. Looking inside, there was a flashlight still in its package. Perfect.

Opening the package and siting on his thighs as he hand fucked his dick, he watched me as I inserted the handle deep into my pussy. I was so ready it glided right in. Now he watched me fuck myself as I watched him.

"Oh shit" he whispered as he watched me. "You're crazy, but damn if I don't love it." Moaning, I humped the flashlight over and over as I got closer and closer to the edge of cumming. When it happened I screamed. My body jerked uncontrollably and my voice was horse. My head thrown back I barely felt the cum that shot on my face, pass my lips and into my mouth, on my neck and down my breast. I barely heard him say, "Damn baby boo. Maybe it'll be me screaming your name."

Falling on his chest, I tried to catch my breath. He lightly stroked my hair from my face and after a minute he asked.

"Ready for round two?" 

"Yes"

The time came for him to enter me. Turning me around he placed me on the seat doggy style. It was a tight squeeze. It was also hot as hell so I rolled down the window and stuck the upper part of my body out, nipples and all, and I braced my hips against the car door. He laughed and said I just maybe the wildest he ever had.

"You know we could get arrested for this?"

"Then you better hurry."

He slid on the condom and entered me so slowly. I wanted it as much as I didn't. I was still kind of tired after my round with the flashlight. I pulled as much as I pushed. I cried as much as I moaned. Then he began to talk again, that sweet, yet not so sweet talk. A bit insulting, but in a gentle way. 

"Feel the dick?" He asked. 

"Yes"

"Good. You may call him yours."

Mine. I like that.

"Does the pussy have a name?"

"The lil' bitch."

Laughing he thrusted to the rhythm of his words as he asked, "My… lil… bitch… likes… my…DICK… doesn't… she?" 

"Yesssssssssssss"

"And when I'm finish, you will lick it clean… wont… you?"

"Yes. Yes. But only… Only… Only if…"

"If what, baby boo"

"You will kiss my pussy afterwards and make her feel better."

"I promise."

Then it began. 

Fucking and fucking and fucking. He stuck his hands out the window to grab my tits and squeezed them. My nipples were erect like his cock was hard. He pumped and thrust all the while his hands explored my body. He felt my ass, he felt my thighs, rubbed across my tits and kissed my neck. He fucked my pussy like there was no tomorrow! 

It was all too intense. I felt all wild and free. My back arched back until my head rested on the hood. His hands was squeezing my ass and my hands where now pumping my own tities and twisting my nipples. My head was thrown back as I whaled out my lust into the night air. My hips banged against the door. My legs were wide open and the door handle banged against my clit with each thrust, intensifying the fuck. 

We both were grunting with every thrust. I had to be heard all down the block. I began to twitch as my pussy tightened to cum. The contractions made him cum as well. My pussy tightened so hard that it felt like the lil bitch wanted to crush him. I passed out from the intensity. 

When I cam through he was calling my name.

"Sabrina. You're home."

Waking up to his kisses on my neck, I looked around and saw I was indeed home. Looking down I realized I was covered by a huge black coat.

"I'm sorry. It was kind of difficult to get you dressed, so I wrapped you up in my coat." He reached in the back and handed me my clothes in a bag.

"How did you know where I lived."

"I looked in your wallet."

"Oh. Thanks." I said, as I got out the car and slammed the door behind me. He watched as I walked to the door and unlocked it. Turning around, I dropped the coat from my shoulders and bared my nakedness for him to see, as well as anyone else who just happened to be walking by. I asked one last question.

"Ready for round three?"

What do you think he said? ;-)



The Club



This is a little story, which came to me a couple of nights ago. I hope you enjoy it!

It could happen at the club in the lounge areas or perhaps on the dance floor. 

You're wearing a form-fitting top, which reveals your beautiful breasts and the right amount of cleavage. Of course, you're wearing a short skirt with a healthy slit on the side, showing most of one thigh but stopping just short of showing everything. The finishing touch would be a pair of heels.

I am wearing a black dress shirt, leather pants and a pair of black cowboy boots. We're sitting at a table in a small group. Dancing occasionally and talking with the others at the table. I am sitting next to you with my hand on your exposed thigh. My fingers reach in to massage your inner thigh. Since you are not wearing panties, part of me wants to tease you and slip a finger inside you. I am craving a fingerful of your juices but I decide to stop short of touching your most sensitive area.

To show your appreciation you are rubbing the back of my neck with your hand.

As we are sitting watching all the action, there is a lady sitting at another table. She is talking with some friends and from time to time she gets up to dance. She is wearing a form fitting white pantsuit. It is very business-like except for the plunging neckline of the jacket, which stops midway exposing the top of her red satin bra. The red is continued in her earrings and smooth leather high heel pumps. I can only describe her as a sort of Barbara Carrera; dark hair, small round perky breasts, and soft curvy features.

We talk about her; how pretty and sensual she looks. A combination of talking and my massaging fingers is causing you to get more and more excited. I start to hear your stomach growl.

You tell me," I haven't had any dinner tonight."

I ask you to slow dance. I place my hands on your ass pulling you towards me. I am sure you can feel my hard on through my leather pants. I feel constricted and turned on imagining my tongue where my fingers were moments ago. I think about you pulling my pants down far enough so you can lick the tip of my swollen head, encircling it several times before you pop it into your mouth sucking hard on the shaft. As the song ends I bring myself back to the present. By the hungry look on your face I almost expect you to pull me away to a private room but we sit back down instead. 

I decide to get up walking over to the women in white. I introduce myself to her and ask her to join us. She agrees and walks with me to the table. She sits down on your side of the table allowing you a close up view of her. We introduce each other and make small talk as she discreetly watches my hand return to your thigh. After several minutes you get up to talk to someone and I ask her a question. 

When you get back she smiles at you and gets up to go. 

I grab your hand and begin to follow her. 

With a surprised look you ask me "What's going on?"

I explain that she has agreed to strip nude for us. 

I see an exciting look grow on your face as we follow her up the stairs. I watch as the tight white pants rise up the stairs in front of us. 

She turns and smiles demurely as she reaches the second floor and enters an unoccupied room. 

We follow her into the room. I close the door and I sit down on the bed with my back against the wall as you sit between my legs and lean against me. 

I wonder if you can feel my hard-on through our clothing. 

Our friend begins by undoing the buttons on her jacket. She works slowly but steadily as see slides the coat off her shoulders. 

At the same time I quickly undo the buttons of your blouse allowing my hand to slide up and down your stomach. I can tell how turned on you are because you quickly unclasp the front of your bra allowing me to cup your bare breast, while two of my fingers lightly pinch your hardening nipples. 

You move your long hair to one side exposing your neck and allowing me a better view of the show.

I take advantage and begin kissing and lightly biting the back of your neck.

By now our friend has laid her jacket on the bed and she stands up straight revealing a flat stomach and beautiful silky bright red bra. 

My right hand moves your skirt out of the way as I lightly dig my nails into your inner thigh.

You start breathing faster and my leather pants squeaks slightly as you grab onto my legs.

Next she unclasps her bra revealing small round breasts with taunt pointy nipples. She slings the bra onto the bed and stands there for a moment looking at you. 

My finger presses against your clit rubbing gently while I listen and decide for the right moment to slide my finger down into the warm moistness of your hole. Quickly I slide my finger in to play with your g-spot.

She continues to watch intently as the first orgasm begins to pass through you.

I feel your arms tense and the grip of your hands on my legs. The pain from your grip mixes with the pleasure I feel coming from you creating a mild euphoria. 

Your hips begin to rock back and forth pressing against me. You start slowly and increase in speed and force over time causing the bed to move. Suddenly your muscles clamp down on my finger as you rise off the bed. Through clenched teeth you groan and let out a long sigh as you sink back against me.

Our new friend asks if we are done as I remove my drenched finger and eagerly place it in my mouth.

I laugh as I tell her you can go on for hour's cumming over and over again.

You hit me and say, "I hate you."

She laughs while looking down at us.

I ask her "Would you might stripping all the way?

"No" she says, "This is fun." Beginning to giggle she kicks off her heels sending them rolling across the carpet and unbuttons her pants. Placing her hands on her hips she pushes her pants down in one quick motion causing them to pool around her ankles. She stands there allowing us time to look. The only thing she has left on is the pair of red earrings and the prettiest red satin string panties hanging provocatively on her hips. 

We look her over from head to toe drinking in her beauty. From the tiny triangular shape of the panties and her smooth skin I think to myself that she has to shave very close. 

She steps out of her pants and turns around revealing a tight thong riding between her cheeks. She backs up to the bed and bends over giving us a full view of her firm round ass. 

I can tell you are staring at her tanned body less than a foot away. 

I begin biting harder at the back of your neck. I also spread your lips apart with my fingers and rapidly stroke your swollen clit.

A second orgasm erupts quickly followed again by a third. Each time your body rocks to a sensual rhythm from within.

I eagerly bite you and lick at the salty taste of your sweat as it began to form on your shoulders and neck. I watch as our new friend turns back around and begins to get turned on by our response to her strip tease.

The exhibitionist turns into a voyeur as she leans against the wall and begins touching herself through her satin panties. With one hand massaging her breast the other quickly dives behind her waistband as she continues to fondle herself. The panties become too restrictive and she impatiently pulls down on them until they pull loose from between her cheeks and drop around her ankles. 

I look at her silky smooth pink slit glistening with moisture. 

She moves back and sits down with one leg hanging off the end of the bed. Frustrated and now very horny she shoves two fingers inside herself as far as they will go. She begins moaning enjoying the feelings from within. She stares at my wet fingers on your clit and my other hand touching your breast and nipple.

I bite again on your shoulder wishing I could bite the insides of your thighs instead. My hard-on aches more and more as I resist coming in my pants.

Your body continues to rock back and forth as your fingers try to dig holes in my pants. 

Our new friend moans even louder as her fingers move faster plunging in and out of her crotch. She reaches out to you for support and you reach up taking her hand. 

I watch as you climax and the bed rocks like it is coming apart as it shakes rhythmically with your bodies. 

You come again as a stream of liquid squirts around my fingers soaking the sheets between your legs.

I remove my finger and wrap my arms around you allowing you to relax for the first time in several minutes.

You slowly rest your head on my shoulder.

Our beautiful new friend comes soon after with a final jerk and a long sigh. Her body slowly relaxes as she rolls over on your leg...



The Club



One Friday evening after work Tom Taylor, a co-worker, and I went out for drinks and dinner. In the bar, while I was working on two beers, Tom polished off three martinis. Later, at the dinner table, he finished the fourth before our dinner arrived.

I guess the martinis loosened his tongue for about halfway through our meal he started telling me about a club that he and his wife Sarah belonged to. It was soon apparent that the club he was describing was a swingers club. When I showed no sign of shock he put the question to me! "Why don't you and Sue come and join us tomorrow evening?" Tom asked.

I had been fucking Sue Gibbons for about a year and I had once overheard Tom tell another co-worker that he'd like to get into Sue's panties. So I knew that was the reason that he had suggested that I come to the meeting and bring Sue along.

After some more discussion during which he described the various women that belonged to the club, I said, "I don't know Tom. It sounds good to me, but I don't think I can talk Sue into it, especially not by tomorrow evening." Tom smiled and replied, "Maybe by next Saturday. We meet every Saturday at someone's home. Let me know next week."

Later that night, after Sue and I had finished fucking ourselves to a state of sexual euphoria, I brought the subject of the swingers club up! Sue wasn't too enthused, but on the other hand she didn't say no!

Over the next few days we talked about the club and finally, Wednesday night, Sue agreed to give swinging a try!

When I told Tom that we'd be there on Saturday a broad smile lit his face. I know he was looking forward to Sue's attendance more than mine. Tom told me that the get together was to be at his place and that we should show up any time between seven and eight fifteen that evening.

That Saturday evening Sue was beginning to have second thoughts about going to a swingers club meeting, but after some discussion she agreed to go at least this once. To tell you the truth I think she was just as anxious as I was! She was looking forward to getting a strange cock or two slammed into her hot little cunt.

By the time we arrived, at about seven thirty, everyone else was there. A total of seven couples including Sue and I and Tom and his wife Sarah. It began just like any weekend get together of friends. Everyone had a drink and was munching on various snacks. As soon as Sue and I had drinks Tom slipped his arm around Sue's waist and led us around the room and introduced us to the others.

Tom had previously told me that everyone there would be older than Sue and I. Tom and Sarah were seven or eight years older than me and the others, the women particularly, were anywhere from ten to fifteen years older than me. So I wasn't expecting to see any young, nubile babes! What surprised me most was that there weren't any overweight babes there! All the women were nicely preserved! Some had small tits, some large tits and all were nicely shaped and not a bald pussy in the lot, I was to find out later! I have never found shaved pussies attractive!

For about half hour nothing much happened. Everyone was just standing around talking, sipping their drinks and munching on the various snacks. But then I saw Bob Rutledge on the sofa with Edna Porter. He had Edna's blouse and bra off and was pinching her nipples. As I watched Edna unzipped his pants and pulled his pecker out and started stroking it.

I looked around just in time to see Tom and Sue disappearing through the door to the hall. I knew that Tom had been looking forward to fucking Sue and it looked like it was about to happen!

I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned it was Tom's wife, Sarah. "Looks like your gal is going to be occupied for a while! Why don't you come with me?" she said. Watching Bob and Edna's show on the couch had given me a hard on that was in need of relief, so I followed Sarah into the bedroom. By the time we got there she had her blouse off and said, over her shoulder, "Unhook me sweetie!" When I unhooked her bra she turned and peeled it off! Her tits weren't large, but they were large enough and showed no hint of any sag! After dropping her mini-skirt and kicking it toward a nearby chair she Asked, "Don't you think you'd better get out of those clothes?" I smiled at her and quickly removed my shirt. After my pants hit the floor and we were both standing there in just our underwear Sarah took her panties off. Sarah Taylor stood about five feet six inches tall, had coal-black hair, blue eyes and a dense mat of long, curly black hair between her legs!

I stood there for a minute or two taking in her beautiful, well shaped body! When I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs Sarah said, "Here let me do that!" She crouched before me and pulled my shorts down and off. When my stiff pecker was released from the confines of my underwear and Sarah saw it she gasped and said, "My God that's the biggest dick I've ever seen! Still in a crouch she grasped my cock and asked, "Good God Chuck how big is that monster?" Before I could answer she leaned forward and kissed the head of my steel hard prick! Taking her by the shoulders, I pulled her up and said, "Nine and a half inches!" We kissed then.

and Sarah still had a firm grip on my throbbing cock.

Our kiss didn't last long. Sarah said, "Let's get into bed! I just have to sample that big, fat cock!"

We wasted no time in tumbling into bed where I took her into my arms and kissed her for the second time! As we kissed she wrapped her hand around my hot, throbbing cock and began stroking it, using long, slow movements. With her fondling my tool I just had to get one of her luscious tits into my mouth! As my tongue caressed her nipple Sarah tightened her grip on my pecker and started stroking faster! Thank God I had fucked Sue twice and she had given me a great blowjob the night before or I'd have cum right then!

My tongue on her nipple made Sarah cum once and then she begged, "Please Chuck! I want to find out what it's like to have a dick that size! Pleeeessse, baby, do me now!" I got between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock up and down the length of her tight slip until she pleaded, "Damn it Chuck quit teasing and do it!" Using steady pressure, I slowly slipped the first four inches of my dick into her surprisingly tight cunt. There I stopped and held for a minute. Sarah had a wide eyed grin on her face and she was moaning, "Oh damn, Chuck I can't believe it! I mean I've never felt anything like it! Pleeeeese baby let me have the rest of that magnificent cock!" She wanted the rest so I let her have it! With one swift lunge I drove the last five inches of my prick into her hot, wet pussy! Sarah gasped and I held still for just a minute, until she got used to having a cock buried so deep in her boiling snatch.

When I started moving, I used slow, full-length strokes. I was in no hurry to bring this escapade to an end so I maintained the long, slow movements until she had cum at least three times and then I let the tempo build gradually until I was hammering her pussy hard and fast and without mercy. Sarah was the most vocal gal I had ever fucked and each time she came she cried out her pleasure so loudly that I know that she could be heard all over the house! A little later I was glad that others had heard her (at least I was glad that the other women in attendance had heard her)! I kept hammering away at her pussy until I felt my balls getting ready to release a tidal wave of cum! "Oh damn, baby, I'm gonna cum" I gasped. In seconds I flooded her hot, slippery cunt with buckets of thick, steamy cum!

I lay on top of her for five minutes, or so with my withered cock still buried in her! We kissed and I was giving her tits a good going over, pinching and rolling her nipples. At the same time Sarah was saying, "God Chuck I've never felt anything as wonderful as that monstrous cock of yours!"

I finally rolled off her and lay beside her. Sarah grasped my pecker and after a few minutes knelt beside me and took my limp dick into her mouth and cleaned our combined juices from it. I was thinking, "What the hell is Tom thinking of? Inviting half dozen men to fuck his beautiful wife! Not only is she a great piece of ass, but from the way she's attending to my cock she just has to be a great cock sucker!"

After another fifteen minutes we decided that we'd better rejoin the others. I picked up my pants and Sarah said, "You won't be needing those for a while! No one else will be wearing anything."

Sarah and I walked back to the living room hand in hand and the first thing I noticed was that Tom and Sue were already there. Sue was wearing a pair of panties and Tom was wearing a big smile! He had obviously fulfilled his desire to get into Sue's panties and from the look on Sue's face she hadn't been disappointed! But the most interesting thing was Melissa "Missy" Rutledge on her hands and knees in front of the love seat with Earl Simmons cock in her mouth! While she was giving Earl a blowjob Sam Porter was on his knees behind her fucking her doggie style! As her head bobbed up and down on Earl's pecker and Sam pumped his pecker in and out of her snatch, her sizable tits were swinging freely!

With the exception of Missy every woman in the place turned to stare openly at my dangling dick. Sarah let go of my hand and walked over to Tom and spoke to him in a low voice, occasionally glancing at me.

As I continued to watch the action of Missy, Earl and Sam, two ladies approached me and each took me by the hand and led me to the couch. Once I was seated, Edna Porter sat down beside me and Tina Miles knelt on the floor between my knees. Edna grasped my limp pecker and as she started stroking it she said, "We couldn't help hearing Sarah a little while ago and from the sound of it she certainly was enjoying this monster cock of yours!" While Edna stroked my cock Tina took one of my balls into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue. It took only a few minutes for my dick to begin to recover and just as Edna bent down and took it between her hot, eager lips Sue, who I had lost track of, came storming into the room, fully dressed. By the look on her face I knew that she was pissed off about something. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked. "That no good son-of-a-bitch tried to stick his puny little cock in my ass! I told him I didn't do that, but he tried it anyway! I'm leaving and I never want to see you again! You talked me into this!" She headed for the door so I jumped up and followed her. I caught her at the door. "Wait a minute baby! I'll get dressed and drive you home." She turned to me and said, "Oh no you won't! You talked me into coming here, but I'm not staying in the same house as that pervert! And you can forget about me! I never want to see you again you bastard!" With that she opened the door and was gone. I couldn't very well follow her…I was naked!

Tom was at my side by this time and taking me by the arm he said, "Come on Chuck. She's pissed now, but give her some time and she'll calm down! Call her tomorrow and I'm sure she'll be ready to make up." Just then Edna patted me on the ass and said, "Come back and sit down Chuck." She took my hand and led me back to the couch. I went willingly. Tom said, "Relax and enjoy. I'll get you a drink." Needless to say by this time I had lost all semblance of a hard on, but Edna was doing her best to revive my limp pecker!

By now Bob Rutledge had Tina on the floor and was pounding his thick dick into her! Tom delivered a bourbon and water and as I sipped it Edna was working on my stiffening cock. As Edna was working on my rising pecker I caught sight of Missy Rutledge! She was starring, wide eyed at my cock and licking her dry lips! When I had a full-fledged boner I sat the drink on the end table and Edna swung a leg over my lap and guided my willing cock into her hungry pussy! With only the head of my pecker in her snatch she stopped and whispered, "God I've never seen such a gigantic tool, let alone ever had one!" then she ohhh so sloooolllly lowered herself onto my throbbing meat pole! When she was fully impaled she sighed and gasped, "Damn! It's unbelievable! It's in soooo damned far!"

For a full minute she just sat there with my cock buried right up to the base, using the muscles in her cunt to grip and relax around my dick! I had never had my pecker in a woman who exercised so much control over those muscles or could use them to grip my cock as tight! After that first minute she started riding my cock…slowly at first and then with increasing speed. In less than two minutes she came! Edna wasn't the vocal kind! She didn't cry out when she came. Instead she smiled and whispered, "Ohhh yeah baby! Damn that big dick of yours works magic!" She must have rode my cock for at least twenty minutes and had I don't know how many orgasms! All the time she was humping my cock in and out of her snatch I was pinching her nipples and rolling them between my thumbs and fingers! Edna had one last mind-blowing orgasm and that triggered me! My cock rocketed jet after jet of thick, hot cum into her quivering pussy! She fell against me and couldn't move for a few minutes. She kissed me and whispered, "Ohhh Chuck don't tell Sam or anybody, but that's the best ever!"

When she was finally able to move she took to hand towels from the end table and handed one to me and then let my withered pecker slip from her snatch! She cleaned her pussy with the towel and I dried our, slimy, juices from my dick with the other towel.

After that round with Edna I was shot, at least for a while. Half hour later Tina Miles and Jane Simmons put on a show for us! They started by playing with and sucking each other's tits and fingering each other's pussy. Everyone gathered around them, urging them on. Tina lay down on the floor and Jane turned and placed her knees on either side of Tina's head and they sixty-nined until they were both worn out from cuming time after time!

By the time they were finished I had another boner. Irene Boone took me by the hand and led me to the couch and once I was seated she knelt between my knees and kissed the tip of my cock before opening her hot, wet mouth to let the head slide between her lips! As her tongue was caressing the head of my cock George Miles, Tina's husband, positioned himself behind her and, with one swift lunge, buried his dick in her pussy! When he started stroking his cock in and out of her pussy Irene's head began moving up and down, taking as much of my prick as she could into her mouth with each downward movement of her head! Her bobbing head kept time with George's cock sliding in and out of her cunt! George started with long, slow strokes and maintained that pace for quite a while and when he started to speed up so did Irene's bobbing head! I'm not sure how long the whole episode went on nor how many times Irene came! I do know that near the end my cock was practically flying in and out of her mouth! George blew his load just seconds before my cock exploded! When the first jet of cum hit her mouth Irene took my dick deep into her mouth and swallowed every drop!

In just a little over four hours I had screwed two sexy older women and had been given a great blowjob by another! Now that may not be a record, but it's a damned good average! I was pretty well worn out. I doubted that I'd ever be able to get it up again. I sank back against the couch and figured that I was done for the night.

Half-hour later I heard someone speak my name. I opened my eyes and there stood Sarah Taylor, my hostess. "You look like you could use some TLC." She said. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet and said, "Come with me! I'm just the one to provide that TLC!

She led me to the bedroom where we had enjoyed the first fuck of the evening. "Lay down on you stomach!" she said. I obeyed! She straddled my legs and began to massage my back. She started at my shoulders and worked lower and lower. When she reached my ass she kneaded it with firm hands. When she was satisfied that she had done enough she knelt beside me and said, "Turn over!" Again she started at the top, massaging my chest and pinching my nipples and working her way down my torso. When she reached my limp pecker she stroked it gently with one hand and with the other she fondled my balls! My cock twitched and began to respond! When it was just semi-erect she bent down and took it into her mouth! After five minutes or so of Sarah's tongue and hot sucking mouth, and much to my surprise, my cock was as hard as an iron bar. Sarah lifted her head, smiled and slipped my dick back into her mouth. Her head started moving up and down, slowly. I was sure that she was fighting a losing battle. I didn't think I'd cum for at least a week. But, when her head started bobbing faster I wasn't so sure and in a few minutes I knew I was wrong! Sarah Taylor was the best cocksucker I had ever come across! I took a good fifteen minutes for her talented mouth to work its magic! Then I blasted a small load of thick, gooey cum into her hot mouth! "How was that?" she asked. "Damn Sarah that was the greatest ever!" I replied.

I staggered back into the living room and collapsed on the couch. People were dressing and getting ready to leave. Three of the ladies (Sarah, Irene and Edna) came to the couch to thank me for a wonderful evening. Then a fourth lady came and sat down beside me! It was Missy Rutledge. She put her hand on my thigh and said, "I'm sorry that we couldn't get better acquainted tonight. But, if it's alright with you I'd like to give you a call in a day or two." I smiled and told her that that would be fine with me. She kissed my cheek and said goodnight.

After the others had gone Sarah brought my clothes from the bedroom and, while I was dressing, Tom said, "Well how did you like your first swingers meeting?" I replied, "I had a great time, but I don't think I could stand more than one of these a week." Tom said, "Yeah! You were sure the hit of the party. Be sure to call Sue tomorrow and try to get thing patched up with her." I said, "I'll try, but once she's made up her mind there's no changing it!"



The Club



My lover Hannah and I were sitting around the house one morning. We were reading a magazine that showed the locations of some local clubs that catered to our kind. You see Hannah and I are both women, and she is my slave. She loves to be completely used by me. The more humiliating I am to her, the deeper she loves me. Hannah and I have a wonderful life together, but we don't mind adding some spice to keep us in love. Whilst looking in the magazines we saw a club not to far from us, Hannah asked if we were going to go. I explained to Hannah that in this type of club strange things happen. Hannah replied that she wanted to show the world how much she loved being my slave. I wasn't too sure if she was ready for this type of scene. Hannah was playing with her newly pierced clit ring, and begging me to take her. I told her if we go, she would have to be completely submissive. She jumped for joy and kissed me passionately. It was decided we were going tonight. 

We got dressed to go out for the evening. I dressed completely in leather, shorts halter top and knee high, heeled boots. I had Hannah wear a teddie and a pair of crotchless panties. I attached a small chain to her pussy ring, Hannah was so wet with anticipation. I pushed two fingers into her and pulled her to me to kiss her passionately. I pulled my fingers from her moist pussy and we licked them clean. I told Hannah that this was just play, and that I would not allow anyone to kiss her mouth other than me, but the rest of her body was going to be used by many. Hannah kissed me again, and told me she loved and trusted me completely. I was getting so wet just knowing that my lover wanted me to have her used and abused tonight. We had never done anything like this before it was a complete first. I was determined to make this very memorable for both of us, and extremely satisfying for my lover.

As we approached the club, Hannah was buzzing with excitement. We stepped from the car and proceeded to the entrance. At the door was a man checking those that went in. When he saw Hannah and I, he smiled and looked us over. I had Hannah turn around and show him her hot ass. I told the man that if he let us in, I might let him jerk off onto my lover. He stepped aside quickly. As we entered the club, it was dark except for the dance floor lights. Everybody seemed to be looking at us. Watching as Hannah stayed just at the end of the chain attached to her pussy. She liked to have it pull on her pussy just so slightly. 

We were approached by a blonde woman, who was dressed in all satin. She told me how pretty she thought we both were. I told her we had never done this before. I introduced myself, and Hannah as my slave. The blonde smiled, and rubbed Hannah's beautiful ass. Hannah looked at me for approval, and I told her to turn and bend over for the lady. Hannah obeyed me without hesitation. As she bent over, her crotchless panties spread a bit, exposing her sweet pussy. The blonde immediately stroked her swollen lips. Hannah's knees buckled slightly as she inserted two fingers deep inside Hannah. The blonde was stroking my lover's pussy deeply and Hannah was getting so wet. I asked the woman to taste my lover's juices. She sucked her fingers into her mouth quickly. As she tasted Hannah's juices, she told me of the wonderful flavour of my little slut slave.

I asked if there was any place with a bit more privacy. The blonde took Hannah's hand and I followed them into another room. It was very well lit, with just a few more people in it. Some in the corner making out, another man getting a hot blow job from some one else's slave. She was blindfolded and sucking this man hard. We watched as he came in her mouth, and she kept sucking like a real pro. When the man had finished, another stepped up and pushed his cock into her mouth. Hannah and I watched as this man forced his cock deep into the woman's throat gagging her, but she just kept on sucking. I told Hannah that I wanted her to be fucked hard, and I wanted to watch other women use her ass and pussy. Hannah smiled and thanked me. I noticed a table in the room off to the side. I tugged on my slave's chain and she followed me obediently.

When we got to the table I unhooked her chain and sat her on it. I kissed my lover passionately, and started to finger her. Soon I had three fingers inside her and she was grinding onto my hand hard. I didn't want my slave to cum yet, I stopped and pulled my fingers from her dripping pussy. I allowed her to clean them for me. I then laid her onto her back across the table. The blonde woman produced some rope, and we both tied her to the table. Hannah was so excited, she had no idea what was next and to be honest neither did I. When we had her tied securely, I asked the blonde to taste Hannah's pussy again. She bent over my lover and immediately sucked Hannah's clit ring into her mouth.

As she was eating my lover, I bent over and kissed Hannah, and I told her that she was going to be used by everybody I could find. Hannah told me that she loved me, and I kissed her deeply and told her that I would take care of her. As the blonde was sucking my lovers pussy, a man came over. Tall, nice looking, naked and stroking his long thick cock, he asked if he could play with Hannah. I told him that I didn't want any man to enter her, but he could feel free to jerk off onto her. The man proceeded to stroke his cock over Hannah. He reached down and pinched her nipple with one hand as he stroked his rock hard cock just over her breasts. It was so hot to watching the blondes tongue working on Hannah as this man jerked off over her. Soon the man grunted and exploded all over Hannah's tits. The blonde moved up and started to lick the cum from Hannah's chest. 

I was now so wet, I had to finger myself. Suddenly I was aware more people had gathered around us, some men, some women. I told them all to feel free to use my lover, as long as no man enters her, and no one makes her cum. I also stated that no one could kiss my lovers lips. It was then I noticed a woman with a huge strap on. I called her over, and as she approached, I pulled Hannah's pussy lips apart, and asked the girl to fuck her. The dildo was bigger than anything we had used before, with some force and patience we guided it deep into Hannah. She cried out a mixture of pleasure and pain, and soon we had the girl fucking her hard.

I watched my lover being fucked. I was so hot seeing how much Hannah was enjoying this now. As the new girl fucked her, the blonde was sucking hard on Hannah's breasts, her nipples were hard and pointing straight up. As the blonde removed her lips from a nipple, I reached out and pinched them hard. Hannah screamed out in pain. I could see Hannah's orgasm was building up, just before she was about to cum, the girl stopped and pulled the strap on out. The blonde then immediately took the strap on off and fitted it to herself. She didn't wait for my permission, she just buried it back into Hannah's hot slit again and fucked her hard and fast. Hannah was on the edge of cumming I had to stop the blonde. I had her take the dildo out and come around to Hannah's face. I told Hannah to open her mouth and then the blonde eased it in. 

Hannah sucked the strap on deep into her mouth. My fingers would not stop inside of me, I couldn't wait to cum into Hannah's cute little mouth. We then untied Hannah, and she thought it was over. Instead as I kissed her we turned her over and laid her on her belly. The blonde and I once again tied her to the table, leaving her ass exposed to the room. I then had the blonde come back round to Hannah's ass, She spat onto my lovers little hole to help lubricate it for the fucking she was about to receive. The blonde pushed forward and started to enter her ass. Hannah tried to get away, but I held her there to receive this large fake cock up her ass. Our eyes met as the dildo forced its way deep into her. I watched as her eyes rolled back then closed. I knew my little whore loved to have her ass fucked, so she was truly enjoying this. I looked up and there were several men watching, so I asked them all to jerk off over my little slut..

Before you knew it, there were four men standing around Hannah and jerking their cocks. The blonde was fucking Hannah's ass very hard. The men were rubbing their cocks all over Hannah's body as they masturbated. I could not resist the temptation to spank Hannah's ass as she was being used. Hannah loved to be spanked hard and fucked at the same time. I kept spanking her until her ass was so red and tender. I pulled one of the men up to Hannah's beautiful face. I took his cock in my hand, and told Hannah to watch me make him cum in her face. I told her to keep her eyes open as he came. Soon I had his hot spunk shooting all over my whores face. He had a huge load, and it was so exciting to see it dripping down my lovers face. I rubbed his semen all over her face then made her lick my fingers clean. It wasn't long before all of the men were ready to cum. I had them shoot it all over my little bitches body. Then I had them rub it all over her body. When I saw my baby covered in cum, it was too much to take. I pulled down my shorts and stuffed my pussy into Hannah's waiting mouth. She licked and teased my pussy so good, I came in a matter of moments. It was now time for my little whore to be rewarded.

I stopped the blonde from fucking her ass, and I took the strap on from her. I came behind Hannah, and guided the head to her waiting pussy. I didn't ease it in, but pushed it in hard. When I had the whole length filling her wet hole, I told the blonde to push her pussy into Hannah's mouth. Hannah sucked her clit like a good little bitch. As I fucked her pussy I watched her eat the blonde, and I spanked her ass as hard as I could. I could tell Hannah was close to cumming, so I reached up and pulled her hair as I fucked her even harder. As Hannah screamed out with her orgasm, I pulled out of her pussy and replaced it with my tongue. She tasted so fucking good, and I buried my tongue deep inside of her to get all of her love juices. After a while her orgasm subsided, I untied her and took her in my arms. Hannah was so pleased that she had made me happy, we kissed and played with the cum on her body. We both tasted the salty flavour of the man's sperm on her face.

After that we decided it was time to leave, so we got composed and headed to the door. We were once again greeted by the man who let us in. I remembered my earlier promise to him when we entered. I pushed Hannah to her knees, and reached out and unzipped his trousers. As I reached inside his underwear I felt a huge cock. I pulled it out and pushed Hannah's face closer. Without being told, she took his cock deep into her mouth. I grabbed it and started to stroke it as Hannah worked her magical mouth around the head. After a few minutes he was ready to shoot his load. I pulled Hannah's head back and kept stroking his cock. I told her to open her mouth, then I aimed the head right at her mouth. As he started to cum, I moved his cock around so that all of his semen would cover her face. Soon she was covered in her cum, I made her swallow all she could, I then cleaned up what I could with my finger and made her lick them clean. I pulled her to her feet and we continued to the car. When we were alone I asked her how she liked it. Hannah didn't say a word, she just grabbed at my shorts and yanked them down. Soon her mouth was all over my pussy, she made me cum so hard, so quickly. When I had finished she kissed me and thanked me for a wonderful evening, and asked if we could do it again sometime. I agreed then we drove home.

That night Hannah and I made the greatest love we have ever had. We haven't gone back to that club yet, but when I think my slave needs another night of humiliation, we will be there!!



The Club



The door closed quietly behind him. His wife's hand gripped his tightly. They were both nervous. A door across the room opened and a woman emerged, dark-haired, tall and dressed in a tight black body thong. In her hand was a short flail dangling fifteen or twenty tails.

"Hello, I'm Samantha.You must be the Lawrence's?" she asked pleasantly. They shook hands and she picked up a clipboard from the low table. She explained the form it held was the standard waiver the club used for its visitors. Dan read it over, seeing that it basically relieved the club of any litigation if a client was injured or otherwise unhappy with their services. They both signed and handed the clipboard back to Samantha. They might have been entering any run of the mill club that had rules. But this one was different, as attested to by the hostess' dress. The suit was shiny leather and short-sleeved. Samantha's arms and shoulders were bare, her taut biceps obviously used to a weight regimen. She was tanned and fit, her buttocks, when she turned away from them toward the door, showed no tan lines. Either a tanning salon or nude beaches, thought Carlie.

She led them through the door by which she'd entered. They found themselves in a short hallway. There were several doors on each side, all closed. Muffled, noises -- muffled, but obviously moans and groans -- sounded from the rooms as they moved toward the door at the end of the hall. Samantha explained that the rooms they passed were private, and available to members by reservation. As she opened the end door, the noise of the party room was loud. Carlie was surprised -- then immediately realized she should not have been -- that the soundproofing was so effective. Moans and groans, punctuated by an occasional scream filled their ears. These were accompanied by the smack and crack of the spankings and whippings that caused them. All this was against a background of some kind of instrumental music.

As they moved into the dimness of the party room, they saw that there was a fairly large crowd already here. Around twenty or thirty people were scattered about in pairs or groups. Participants wore costumes of all description, from leather to total nudity. One woman in only stockings and garter belt was lying across a large padded cushion, another woman, totally naked, astride her back. Standing near her feet was a naked man with a large erection who was slowly whipping the woman in stockings. Dan noticed another naked couple who he thought at first were engaged in standard oral sex. But as he watched, he realized it was some kind of smothering torture. The woman was grinding her crotch against the man's head as she pulled cruelly at his oozing prick. He felt his own erection swelling in his pants. He glanced at his wife and saw that her face had become flushed, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. She was excited just as he was.

Samantha led them to a booth at the far side of the large room. She explained that this was the locker room where they could deposit their clothing when they were ready. Then she wished them well and left them. The short, older woman behind the counter placed a locking basket on the counter. Dan and Carlie looked at each other and began to undress. The woman introduced herself as Madge, another member, not an employee, she explained. Members volunteered for locker duty when they felt like it. Madge's breasts were pendulous and stretch marked. Yet, she had no self-consciousness about her nudity. She told Carlie to watch out for her husband, "the old goat". "He'll probably want to bugger you if he gets the chance," she said with a laugh. Now naked and beginning to relax, Dan wondered if Madge's children and grandchildren knew about her lifestyle.

Carlie had trouble controlling her hands. She could hardly get the buttons of her blouse undone. She thought back to the trip they'd taken to Florida and the nudist resort. She had quickly gotten used to that. But this was a very different type of exposure that they were embarking upon, even though she tried to equate the two. That was simply nudity. Here, they were putting not just their bodies on display, but their erotic desires -- which had previously been kept only between the two of them. She felt almost as if she was about to wet her pants. She laughed to herself. There was probably some people in the room who'd enjoy that! To prevent the accident, she quickly slipped them down and off, her panties along with them.

She glanced around the room --trying not to stare -- as she pulled off her blouse. One man lying on his back on the floor, wore a bustier, the garters attached to mesh stockings, his hands and feet tied. While he was immobilized and sissified, a black woman -- his wife(?) Dan wondered -- and another white man were fucking. They were in the doggy position, straddling his head. She was telling the man below her how good it felt to have a 'real cock' inside her, instead of his "little worm".

Another assorted group was playing with candles near a low table. Their bodies were spotted and dotted with congealed wax. Carlie looked back at Dan to see that he was also scanning the activities around them. Madge locked it and handed the key (on a long chain) to Dan. He slipped it over his neck and picked up the small shoulder bag that contained their toys. She handed them each a thick red terry cloth towel (supplied by the Club to each member upon arrival) and reminded them to watch out for "Sherman" as they moved into the crowd.

Together they moved around the room and over to the bar. There were no stools, so they stood and ordered drinks. A much tattooed and naked man moved up to stand beside Carlie. He smiled at her and introduced himself as Ralph. He said he'd noticed them and asked if they were with anyone else. Carlie said they were alone. He offered to join them in a threesome. Carlie looked quickly at Dan and said "Well, we just got here and we wanted to kind of get used to things. We've never been here before." Carlie tried not to stare as she looked at him. His nipples were pierced, the rings weighted with padlocks.

"Ah!" Ralph's grin broadened. "Virgins, eh? Marvelous! I understand. Well, I'll be around if you need any help." As he turned away, Carlie saw that his penis and scrotum were also pierced. She also noticed that his penis was rather large -- even though it was not erect. She jumped when she felt a pinch on her right buttock. She was relieved to see that it had been Dan, not some stranger.

"Honey," Dan whispered in her ear. "I have a surprise for you." She looked at him. He was grinning as he reached into their bag. She backed up a bit, wondering what new toy he'd bought now. Glancing down, she saw that he was not totally soft. Whatever it was, he, at least, was excited by it. He pulled out a leather strap. Then she saw it was a collar. "Can I put this on you?" he asked. She realized she felt a little let down for some reason. She didn't know what she had expected -- or hoped -- it would be, but it wasn't a dog collar. She told him she would wear it. He buckled it around her neck. Then, from the bag, he drew a leather leash that he clipped to the ring dangling from the collar. So, she thought, she would be his 'pet' tonight. Okay. But she had ideas of her own. She reached into the bag to retrieve the nipple clamps he loved to wear. She kissed him and attached them to his sensitive nubs. He winced in pleasure and pain as the weights dragged at his flesh. They embraced and stroked each other. They were quickly relaxing in the bizarre situation. After all, as Dan had pointed out, everybody else was parading their kinks here, just as they were. From the looks of things so far, they were nearly "vanilla" (in the terminology of the lifestyle), no piercings and only one tattoo (a lizard on Dan's shoulder) between them. 

As Carlie hugged her husband, she saw behind him a man on his hands and knees. His face was buried between the cheeks of another man's ass, giving him his tongue. She felt her cunt gush at the surprising scene. She hadn't realized the sight of two men together would  excite her. But it had a profound effect on her.

As they sipped their drinks, they wandered slowly around the room, and into the side rooms. One room, predictably, was outfitted with all kinds of torture furniture: St. Andrew's crosses, paddling benches, cuffs dangling from the ceiling and walls. Several leather-clad couples were occupied and oblivious to anything around them. It had been chiefly from this room that the whipping noises had emanated. They witnessed one example of a truly S/M relationship. A man was bent over a pommel horse, his limbs secured to the base. A woman punished him with a thick length of bamboo. His ass was striped and bruised already. She delivered another stroke as they passed, the cane whistling through the air then striking with a sharp CRACK! The man jerked and groaned. Blood had not been drawn, but nearly so. Carlie noted that the man's genitals were imprisoned by a weighted leather ring. But the proof of the pudding, so to speak, was that he had a deep red erection that dripped with precome. He was enjoying the punishment, which, after all, was the object wasn't it?

Entering another room they found themselves in the watersports area. The entire room was tiled, with tubs and square, tiled recesses around the walls. One woman stood over a man seated on the floor of one of the tiled areas, loosing a stream of urine into his face. His mouth was closed, but as the stream waned, he darted his tongue out to lick his lips. Then he pulled the woman's haunches to him and licked and sucked at her greedily. Another couple stood in a standard bathtub, pissing against each other's legs and crotches as they kissed passionately. Dan looked at Carlie, his eyebrows raising in invitation. She grimaced and shook her head negatively. That didn't turn her on at all. She had difficulty peeing if even Dan was in the room.

They took their drinks back to the main room finding an empty love seat with a coffee table in front of it. Dan placed the bag on the table and they watched the debauchery around them. The tableau changed constantly. The man in the bustier was now untied and had his face buried in the black woman's crotch, eating her out. The white man, whose come he was lapping up, sat and watched while he was being fellated by yet another woman.

Samantha strolled over to them. She had lost the body suit somewhere and was naked now. The flogger dangled from a thin chain around her waist. She was 'just checking up' on them, she said. They assured her they were fine. As she walked away, Dan pointed out the tattoo she had across her lower back. It was an intricate Celtic design. Carlie looked at her husband. Dan's eyes were glued to the globes of Samantha's ass. She knew she would have to do something about getting a tattoo. Right now, however, she wanted to get his attention. She slapped lightly at his bobbing erection. He turned quickly to her. "So, Big Boy, what do you want your pet to do for you? Or are you just going to stare at Samantha's ass all night?" She didn't care, but she wanted to begin...something.

He pulled her leash and drew her across his lap, trapping the end of the leash under his foot. From the bag he drew the paddle. He gave her a few stinging swats. "I can look at anything I want, Dear." he said quietly to her. Then he began to spank her soundly. She writhed and complained the way she usually did. He knew she really didn't want him to stop. It was just part of her game. But her wiggling was stimulating his cock under her. He stopped spanking and ran his fingers down between her thighs. She raised her ass at the attention, wanting more, wanting to come.

He pushed her off onto the carpeted floor. She looked at him, puzzled. He waved his hardon at her and said merely, "Suck it." She responded eagerly. She loved the taste and smell of his body. She loved feeling his hard cock between her lips. He glanced around as she mouth-fucked him. They'd drawn the attention of another couple seated nearby. The man was about Carlie's age and the woman seemed a bit younger. They were nude except for the harness and dildo the woman had on. Dan nodded at her and she rose from the love seat and knelt next to Carlie. She whispered something in her ear. Carlie looked at her, at her companion, then at Dan. Dan smiled at her and she nodded to the woman. Carlie rose to her knees and returned to sucking cock. The woman, meanwhile, rolled a condom onto the dildo at her crotch and positioned herself behind Carlie. She began  to fuck her, sliding the dildo gently in and out. Her hands wrapped around Carlie's chest and squeezed her tits. Carlie groaned and deep throated Dan's cock. That brought him to a roaring orgasm. He cried out as he shot his load down her throat. Carlie licked and sucked until Dan had calmed. Then she gave her attention to the fucking she was getting.

The woman's companion moved to sit next to Dan. Dan felt strange, sitting next to another naked man. But the man's attention was on Carlie. It was returned and Carlie moved over to take the man's dick in hand. He was circumcised and about the same size as Dan. "Suck him, Honey," Dan urged. In truth, she hadn't needed the suggestion. She was about to blow the man anyway. But Dan's encouragement spurred her to begin. She sucked and licked at the stranger's cock as she was well-fucked from behind by the woman. The woman was looking at Dan. He rose and moved behind the woman. rolling a condom on, he knelt behind the shapely ass and reached between her cheeks. Her asshole was lubricated already -- in fact, he learned later, she had already been fucked by her husband, the man Carlie was blowing. Dan placed his cock in position and began to fuck the woman's ass. He thrust into her, which drove the dildo deep into Carlie. Turning to assess the situation, Carlie groaned and began to come, and come hard! She screamed out her pleasure as the woman pinched her nipples and swatted at her ass. But she was still sucking the cock in front of her. The woman had picked up the leather paddle and was using it on Carlie. The whole thing brought Dan to another orgasm. He was followed by the woman (who had a smaller dildo attached to the harness and inside her cunt), then the man squirted into Carlie's throat.

They all collapsed and rested. Introductions were made (belatedly) and the two couples began to make friends. A few minutes later, they paired off, switching partners. Dan fucked the woman in the missionary position while Carlie straddled her new friend next to them. As Dan plunged into the woman's cunt, he reached over to fondle his wife's tit. She leaned down and kissed him soundly. They all fucked until orgasms were had all around.

After a while, Dan and Carlie excused themselves and returned to the bar for another drink. The other couple moved away. Carlie nuzzled her husband's nipple and nibbled it. "Mmmm, Honey. That feels so good," Dan said. "Do you want to go home?"

"Not yet," she replied. "There's at least one more thing I want to do." Her eyes sparkled mischievously in the gloom. She led Dan back to the couch and told him to bend forward over the arm. He did, eagerly anticipating whatever she had in mind. She began to swat his ass with her hand. Once he was warmed up she switched to the paddle. She reddened his ass well. Then, telling him not to move, she dropped the paddle and put on her own harness. She first licked, then greased his ass well. Then she fucked him, thrusting hard once he had accepted the large dildo inside him. Dan felt the pressure of Carlie's 'cock' against his prostate. It made him harden as it always did. But tonight the excitement was multiplied by the atmosphere around them. Witnessing the raw sexuality, as well as letting themselves be observed by all the strangers, made the whole experience surreal.

Carlie began to pant as she plunged into Dan's asshole. She had learned with Dan that she liked being dominant. Not all the time, but a switch now and then was wonderful. The base of the dildo pressed nicely against her clit when she hit bottom. Her orgasm was bubbling up behind it. She broke off staring at the pink probe entering her husband's ass and let her gaze drift around. The crowd had grown since they had arrived. A woman who must have weighed 300 pounds straddled one man while another thrust against her huge rump. Carlie imagined having a cock in both her holes that way. She stored the idea away for the future. Suddenly her orgasm occupied all her attention. It washed over and through her. She whimpered and gasped as the surrounding activities faded away. Her concentration centered on her clit and scratching the itch there. 

Her increased action drove the dildo deep and also drove Dan over the edge. His come (what there was left by now) dribbled out and onto the floor next to the love seat. This kind of orgasm was so fulfilling for him he often wondered about having a flesh and blood cock -- necessarily attached to another man -- thrusting into his bowel. The idea was not unattractive to him, even though men did not attract him. Carlie had suggested he might like it several times, but his reaction had always been to push the idea aside. Joining the Club, however, might make the fantasy reality for them both.

After stowing the harness and its dildo, the paddle, leash and nipple clamps, the pair sat and watched. An older, portly man with white chest and pubic hair approached. He also sported an amazing penis that, soft, hung nearly to mid-thigh. Leaning down, he introduced himself as Sherman. Carlie couldn't look away from the long cock. She almost wanted to stimulate him, if only to see what it was like when erect. She couldn't decide if Madge was a lucky woman or not. They shook hands but Carlie declined his invitation to "ride the dragon", as he termed it. "You have an impressive tool there, Sherman." she said sincerely. "Maybe next time, though. We're pretty well fucked out tonight." Dan added. As Sherman moved away looking for another partner, Carlie said she couldn't imagine something that big in her cunt, let alone up her ass, as Madge had suggested.

They had one more drink -- a liqueur -- then showered. They laughed about the fact that the showers, though large enough for at least three people, had curtains for privacy. Apparently getting sweaty and covered from head to toe with various bodily fluids was subject to public scrutiny, but washing all that stuff away should be private. They returned to the locker counter to retrieve their clothing. Madge greeted them warmly and asked if they'd enjoyed the evening. They both said they had. Then Carlie said, "Oh! We did run into Sherman. Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, it does get bigger when it's hard -- or did you already know that?" Her eyes twinkled merrily.
"No, we were already too tired," Carlie replied. "But, just how much bigger can it get? I mean, it hangs almost to his knee!"
"Oh, it's been measured -- by many people -- at fourteen inches when fully erect. I've never been able to take it all in, myself. But there are several of the guests here who can. Both women and men." she added. "Sometimes he puts on a show when he finds one who can take it. It's a truly unique penis."

They bid Madge goodnight and went out to the anteroom. They wondered aloud what kind of activity required a private room as they walked down the hallway. In the reception area they settled their bill with the lovely naked Samantha. Dan noticed now that she had a nipple ring decorated with a red bead. He absently wondered if it was a ruby. The nipples themselves were very long and apparently erect. He was brought back to himself when Carlie, noticing his stare, stepped lightly on the edge of his foot.

Samantha rotated the charge slip for his signature, then handed Carlie a keycard for their use in the future. She had noticed the byplay and winked at Carlie with a grin. The happy, satisfied couple stepped through the outer door and into the night.



The Club



Melanie walked out of the club. It was snowing now, and seemed to have been for quite a while now, as the snow had already covered the roof of the parked cars. She looked around for an available taxi, but they all seemed to already have fares. She reached into her purse, pulled out her cigarettes and her cell phone. As she dialed for a taxi, she fumbled around for her lighter. The line was busy. She tried another company. Busy. "I guess I'm walking tonight" she mumbled to herself. She continued to search for her lighter as she made her way down the street. It wasn't a long walk to her apartment, but if she couldn't find her lighter she would really be pissed off.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, she heard a familiar sound, and saw the flicker of a flame coming from the alleyway. A man stepped out of the shadows and held the zippo up as though it were an offering. It took her a minute to accept, she had been frightened for a moment, but always enjoyed it when a man offered to light her cigarette for her. She lit her cigarette from his zippo and then looked up to the man. He was tall, but then again most people were tall as compared to her small stature. 

The man did not say a word as Melanie looked him over. He had been watching her all night, and a long time before that. He just kept his gaze at her eyes as hers were slowly moving up his chest to his face. "That's a girl. Keep going." he thought. Her eyes finally met with his gaze, and he smiled a cunning smile. 'Now you're mine.' he thought.

As her eyes met his, she felt a strange sense of fear mixed with a sense of calm come over her. He had cold grey eyes and a dangerous smile crossed his lips. "Shit!" she thought "I'm totally staring at this guy!" But she could barely pull her eyes away from his. "Thanks for the light" she finally blurted out as she pulled her eyes away, and quickly directed them to the ground. A few deep breaths escaped her lips and formed puffs of smoke in the cold night air. She knew she should continue her walk home, but she just couldn't bring herself to move.

The man slowly reached into his pocket, he could hear her heart begin to pound a little harder. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and slowly moved one up to his lips. He noticed that she hadn't done up her jacket, and her short shirt was revealing her belly button ring. He lit his cigarette as he took one last look at her great curves. "You must be cold. Let me call you a cab." he finally said. She quickly glanced up, his voice sounded familiar.

"What makes you think I need your help to get a cab?" "Just a hunch." was his reply. Without waiting for a response from her he flipped open his cell and succeeded in getting her a ride. She couldn't hear what he was saying into the phone but he was smiling, a lot!

He put his phone back in his pocket looked over at her and said "Why don't we step into my office, it's less windy in there. Dressed like that your liable to catch cold." He pointed to the alley. She knew she should just walk away or at the very least, keep her distance but there was something in his voice that drew her to him. As he moved into the shadow of the alley she followed, the fresh snow crunching under her feet.

It was pretty dark in the alley but he was right the wind was a lot less noticeable. She moved close to the wall of the club she'd just left. The steady thump of the bass went right through her. Her hips began to sway to the beat. "That's one way to keep warm." the stranger said "But I can think of better ways to generate heat." 

She knew what he was talking about but she insisted on playing the good girl and replied "Ya like what?" Without saying a word he moved closer, bent his head down to her and took her chin in his hand. He kissed her softly several times and much to her surprise she felt as if she were lying on a sunny beach. The touch of his lips was like fire on hers, warming her to her very core. "I bet your warm now little girl." She took a drag of her cigarette, her hand was visibly shaking but not from the cold weather. "Maybe just a little warmer. I could stand more warming though." She exhaled sharply sending a plume of smoke into the air. 'Always the tease he thought.' As she raised her hand to take another drag he caught it with his hand. He took the cigarette from her fingers and flicked it away.

"I think I can arrange a lot more heat for you." He took hold of both of her hands with his and raised them above her head, pressing them tightly to the wall. Again he bent down and kissed her soft full lips, harder this time. He worked his tongue into her and began his exploration of her mouth. He even nipped lightly at her tongue. 'Oh god a biter. I love biters.", she thought to herself and moaned softly. 

Hearing her moan into his mouth he became bolder. He took both of her hands into his left hand so his right was free to explore this young creature that was offering herself to him. First he used it to hold her face as he kissed her. He then ran it from her neck down between her breasts to her exposed stomach where he toyed with her belly ring.

He wanted to see how far he could push her limits. Could he get her to have sex with him right here in this snow covered alley. After all she'd only met him less than ten minutes ago. He was going to find out. He slid his hand up under her shirt to her left breast. He began to knead and squeeze it softly. He used just his palm on her stiffening nipple, causing it to become very hard. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. By the time his hand made it's way to her other breast that nipple was already hard in anticipation. Since her last lover, her breasts had become so much more sensitive then they had used to be. He liked to play rough with her, not that she minded in the least, she loved it that way.

Having had no objection from her, he deftly unhooked her bra and pushed each off the cups off to the side, exposing her naked tits to his touch. "Use both hands on them!" she panted at him. "I can't do that. Who would hold your hands above you?" he asked her. "I wont move them I promise. Unless you say I can. Please play with both of my tits." "Ok but only because you asked so nicely. Don't move your hands or I'll stop, or worse." He set her hands free and did as she asked. He had her shirt pushed up to her neck now, exposing all of her flesh to him and the cold night air. She didn't feel any cold. Just his skilful hands. 

He sucked one nipple into his mouth as he lightly pulled on the other. He was sucking so hard on her she knew this must be what it's like to nurse. She was in heaven having this strange mans mouth on her, sucking her tits, nothing else in the world mattered. The wet spot in her thong grew larger.

He used his knee to spread her legs apart and then pulled her closer to him. Her crotch rested directly on his leg. She began to rub herself up and down on that leg. He stopped his sucking and said "I see that heats getting to be pretty intense now." She put her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her, placing his mouth at her nipple. She tried to push her nipple into his mouth, silently telling him to suck it. Instead she was treated to having both of her nipples twisted, hard. A cry escaped her lips and she humped into him even harder. "That's for putting your arms down! You do as your told or I send you on your way is that understood?" She lifted her arms back up over her head and said simply "Yes sir! Now please don't stop. You've got me so close to cumming. My god you must think I'm such a slut. Ten minutes ago you offered me a light and now I'm about to cream on your leg on while you suck my tits." Her breathing was very hard now. She didn't care that there were people walking past them twenty feet away, she was going to finish. He wasn't going to stop now either. He wanted her to have this experience so he kept on sucking and playing with her tits. Once more she lowered her arms down onto his shoulders. This time it was for stability, but she paid the same price. He twisted her nipples even harder this time but this time it sent over the edge.

She humped down hard on his leg, grinding her clit into him. She put her head down on his shoulder and came. "Ahhhhhhhh oh god yes. That was so good." She ran her hand down between them and rubbed the bulge in his pants and kissed him. She continued to rub up against his leg. She broke the kiss looked directly into his dark eyes and whispered "I want you to fuck me here and now. Feel my pussy. It's so hot and wet." She took her hand away from his cock, pulled his right hand from off of her breast and guided it up under her much too short skirt. 

He felt the heat of her pussy calling him and pushed her back against the wall. From all her activities on his leg her thong had been pushed up between the lips of her pussy. He quickly moved her thong off to one side and toyed with her wet sex as she rubbed his hard cock through his pants. He easily slid two fingers into her and she moaned out loud. "Take my cock out and be quick about it." She wasted no time in undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. She couldn't see it but she sure was having fun stroking it. "I hope this is truly what you want to do little girl." "It is. I need you inside me. I haven't been fucked since Ma….in along time." He took her by the ass and lifted her off the ground. "Guide me into you and I'll give you what you want." She put his cock at the entrance to her hot tunnel and said "You're about to fuck me and I don't even know your name." He impaled her on his cock and said, "For now you can call me Vlad." 

She kept her arms tightly around his neck as he rocked her up and down . She felt as if she knew this him by the way he fucked her. There was something in the way he treated her that told her, 'You know this man.' Her head was on his shoulder as he continued thrusting up into her willing cunt. He filled up her tight pussy so well. She threw her head back and grazed it off the wall behind her. The pain didn't even register. The rush she was on from getting fucked by a man she didn't even know in this alley pushed the pain from her focus. All she could feel was the fullness inside her and the need to cum again. 

When she opened her eyes for a second all she could see was stars and then she saw his face. It wasn't Vlad's face she was seeing, it was her Masters. "So, you can see me now for who I am, that's my good little girl. Cum for me now!" he commanded. As she did she also brushed the hair from her neck and turned it to one side. He planted her firmly onto his cock, shot his offerings up into her and once again sank his fangs into her pretty little neck. She didn't even pass out this time as he fed on her for the second time. After a time he took her off his softening prick and put her down on the pavement. Her legs were not very steady beneath her and so he slipped one hand around her waist.

When she could speak again she asked "Master where have you been all these months and why didn't you come for me sooner. The police questioned me for two days about what had gone on between us, both in the cyber world and in that motel room. I told them I couldn't remember anything and I wasn't lying. The last thing I recall doing is deleting all of the references to you from my hard drive and since then I couldn't remember anything about you. Oh Master I'm so sorry I forgot you. I promise I'll remember this!" "You forgot because you were supposed to forget so don't trouble yourself about it any longer." He wiped a single tear away from her cheek. "Will I remember about this time?" she asked. "Yes you will. Would you like to remember what happened last time?" She said "Oh yes Master! I'd like that very much but I cant and I've tried so hard."

He pulled a VHS tape from his coat pocket. "Watch this and it will all come back to you. You'll be able to remember the parts that aren't on the tape as well. Guard this tape well. If anyone else sees it you'll be questioned further and you won't be able to say you don't remember. If that happens you become a liability and we know what happens to liabilities don't we." She thought really hard but all she could think of was "Miramax?" 

"It's time for you to go home now. There's a taxi waiting for you at the end of the alley." "Won't you be coming with me Master?" she enquired. "No I won't. Not this time. When next you see me you won't have to worry about leaving me ever again." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Oh Master I can't wait take me with you now, please." He spoke only one word "No." She kissed him again. "You know best Master." she said as she reached under her top to do up her bra. 

He stopped her. "You will go now as you are and you will play with yourself during the ride. The cab driver will not look at you so you will have to tell him what you're doing. Do you understand?" "But Master I couldn't do that. He'd think I'm a slut, then again I just fucked you in an alley so what the hell right." "Now your getting the idea. You do what your told, when your told and we'll get along just fine!" With that said he walked her to the waiting cab, opened the door for her and whispered in her ear "Tell him where your going. Make sure he knows that he's not to turn around. If he does the show stops. If he gets you home before you cum then he will be allowed to watch. This is how you'll be paying your fare. Do you understand?" he asked. As she got into the cab she said "Yes Master no problem but I don't really want him to watch me so hope I cum fast." "I hope you don't!" he said. He handed her the tape and closed the door. 

The cabbie rolled down the window and called after Master as he walked away, "Hey buddy I was told that the fare would be paid upfront." He looked back, laughed and said "Don't worry she's got it covered or uncovered. However you wanna look at it." As the cab pulled away from the curb it pulled a U and went towards her apartment. He could see that his little pet had her feet up and spread on the front seat of the cab.

He knew it wasn't a very long ride to her place and after cumming twice with him he was sure that the cab drivers fare would be well paid but that's another story.



The Club



I felt the need to be intensely satisfied sexually. The last time I felt this way I found myself in downtown Paris. As I looked out my window I could see the train moving along. The train was famously called The Orient Express. I quickly dressed into very provocative clothing. The outfit I chose left nothing to the imagination. It was very low cut and showed my extremely firm breasts. The dress clung to my body like a tight leather glove. Every curve and line was accented through the lacy stockings. My stiletto heels were jet black and highlighted the ensemble. I reached for my purse and walked outside to catch the next train. I didn’t have to wait long for people passing by to comment to me on how I had looked. I actually expected it. I played it off as if I was not very interested, however it turned me on even more. The train was long in coming and I felt my tensions building inside me. I even rubbed myself through the clothing to tantalize some of the others near me. Many of the women around me started to get uncomfortable and decided to walk away. I couldn't care less that meant more men for me. Have you ever felt as if all eyes were on you? That is how I felt at this moment and I loved it. I looked around the few here and saw they were staring at my sexy body. The train was coming so I sauntered toward the conductor to board the train. As I stepped onto the train I could see the men fighting to be behind me. So I decided to give them a very sexy show. I turned around right before I got on the train and bent over. My breasts almost fell out right in front of them. I was hoping they would have but they stayed in place. 

I returned to getting onto the train and found a seat near the window. I reached down between my thighs and rubbed my pussy hard through the dress. It was one of the most intense feelings at the moment and I wanted more. As I sat in my seat I continued to play with myself. Openly exposing my actions to whomever wanted to watch. I was so turned on by the time I reached my destination, that I just knew it would be an exciting evening. I finally arrived at my stop. I stood up and readjusted my skirt which had been hiked up for easy access. I gathered my things and left the train. Outside the terminal I flagged down a taxi. When the cab pulled up, I noticed the young man driving. He was a stud dressed in tight jeans and rippling muscles. He asked me where I was going and for a moment I couldn’t answer him. Then I gathered my thoughts and told him where to take me. It was one of the hottest new clubs downtown. He got out opened the door for me and I got into his cab. He set the meter and off we went.

According to his cab license, his name was Steve. I think his name should have been Stephan from how sexy he looked. I couldn’t help myself but to tease Steve from the backseat, pulling my skirt up and making little moaning noises to catch his attention. I had his attention all right because he was staring in the mirror more than the road. The looks I was getting were very inviting but I had other plans for the night. I did my best to ignore him and his steamy comments. We arrived at the nightclub and when I bent over to pay poor Steve he just said that I owed him nothing. I thanked him and kissed him on his cheek. 

I just could not leave without giving him something for the ride here. I felt him staring at me as I walked toward the door of the club. I opened the door and to my surprise there were about three-hundred people there all dancing and walking around inside. I couldn’t help notice a few of them were topless. This was my kind of club for sure. I reached into my purse to pay the attendant for the cover charge and went inside. I immediately caught the attention of some of the men there. One man even choked on his drink as I passed by. It must have been my perfume I jokingly thought. The music inside was very seductive and alluring. I wanted to dance to it right away. First I had to find a spot to sit down. It wasn’t long for me to find just the right place near the dance floor. Actually I was very shocked to have found one this close. The waitress came by and I ordered a drink. I placed my purse down and went out to dance. I couldn’t help feeling alive with sexuality from the ride here, so I guess I was dancing a little dirty. My drink had arrived at the table so I left the dance floor to pay the young woman. She was cute and was sexy in her own way, so I tipped her a couple of dollars. I took a few sips from my drink and went back out to the dance floor. I was dancing and suddenly without warning a woman had bumped into me and she was topless. She didn’t excuse herself and I liked it anyway, so I joined her and let my breasts out of the dress. A lot of the men were staring now and this made it even more seductive. I took the lead and grabbed the half naked woman and began to fondle her breasts. She did the same to me and before long we were the center of attention. She had a very quiet sense about her, and she never objected to my advances. I continued to dance with her and we were joined by more females. 

All of us were now getting into the spirit of the moment, rubbing each other out here in plain view. Not even the bouncers were doing anything about it. I guess they sort of enjoyed the show we were putting on. At this moment a few of the brave men ripped off their shirts and came out to join us. They were immediately mobbed on. The women acted like sharks in a feeding frenzy, rubbing and kissing the men. They became very turned on as well, rubbing and kissing us too. I really hadn’t expected this club to be like this but I am glad I came. I exited the dance floor to get to my drink at the table, and was joined by the first woman I danced with. She sat down and we shared the table for the night. Everywhere I looked there was something sexual happening.

People were groping each other, over and under their clothing. Near the back something caught my eye. I noticed several men getting lap dances from some of the other women here. I decided to go over and give someone a dance of my own. I approached the area with feelings of strong desire. That became the focal point of the rest of my evening. I saw a very cute guy and walked up to him to ask him if he wanted a lap dance. He agreed and I started to undulate my body all over him. I let my breasts fall into his face and he kissed them gently. I reached down and massaged his penis through his now very tight jeans. He responded well to my touches. I could feel his hands on my ass as I sat in his face. I hiked my skirt up so he could get a good look at my neatly shaved pussy through my stockings. I turned around and rubbed his chest kissing him on his neck while I was doing that. I finished and he thanked me for what I had done. It was nothing I told him, and went back to the table. 

Yes, I was still topless and hornier than ever. I sat down and ordered another drink. While there, I was watching this couple that had been dirty dancing. They were getting even more daring by removing their pants and skirts. This seemed to spark a new thing here at the club and before long people were getting undressed. I didn’t want to be left out so I undressed as well. I have to tell you. I have never felt this way before. Out in public showing myself as if there were no laws about doing this. I felt free to do whatever I wanted and it seemed this was fine to everyone here. I expected the police to come busting in at any moment. This idea heightened the arousal in me and most likely others here too. Before long laws went out the window. It became an orgy in here, people stimulating each other in every way. I found out what it meant to have three men touch you and do things to you. I was involved with other women too. The evening was turning out better than I had expected. My orgasms were building inside me and I could feel the release begin to happen. I let out a scream and my juices flowed out to the touch of a very sexy man. He was licking my creamy juices off his mustache when the most unthinkable thing happened. I woke up from my own screams. I sat up in bed and found that I had cum all over the sheets. My heart was racing from the excitement and when I realized it was only a dream, I couldn’t go back to sleep. What A wet dream that was. I hope someday it will come true, but I doubt it.



The Club



It was known as "The Club". No, not the contraption which saves your automobile from being stolen. Not a book of the week, panty of the month or basket of cheer club.

Just "The Club".

There were three members of The Club: William, Danny and me, Jonathan. Three teenagers 

who met it high school and then moved onto the local community college. We were buds, we drove to Fort Lauderdale for spring break, we traded stories and dreams. That was a long time ago, 23 years ago.

I hadn't thought about The Club in years until scanning the local newspaper and noticing an eye-catching story. A local janitor had been arrested and convicted of improper behavior at a local college, having been caught in the act of viewing young ladies in various stages of undress through a peephole in his office.

As bad as it sounds, I felt bad for the poor guy. Heck, what guy doesn't want to be a voyeur, "looking behind the curtain", as it were, watching the beautiful young women bare all in front of his inquisitive eyes? 

Since the statute of limitations is long gone, I can confess to you that The Club was formed just for that one voyeuristic reason --- to spy on young ladies.

It happened by accident during our freshman year at the college. The three of us were looking to get involved into a school activity, but nothing sounded good until Danny mentioned the basketball team. Now, mind you, none of the three of us were basketball team material, but one of his jock friends mentioned the team needed managers, and we thought that hanging around the sidelines might just give us a bit to talk about when we attended parties around campus. 

We'd become hangers on, but knowledgeable hangers on. As part of our duties we were in charge of the equipment room, the place where the ball cart and extra practice jerseys were held. It was also the location of the excess football and other sports equipment, but in the late fall it was vacant in the evenings while the team was practicing.

On one of those nights the coach asked me to check around for a new clipboard, as he was unhappy with the play of the team and broke his current one over a chair in disgust. While Danny and William entertained themselves with shooting free throws at an unused part of the gym, I strode back to the equipment room to see what I could dig up. Opening the door with my master key, I began hunting through the room. I didn't find a clipboard, but I did hear what sounded to be females laughing in the room next door before being drowned out by a shower. 

I stared at the wall, then realized it was the girl's locker room! Immediately my mind wandered as my eyes darted around the wall, wondering...

Ok, ok, I'm a lousy pervert. I slipped over to the door, closed it, locked it, then went over to the wall separating the equipment room from the locker room. I checked that wall from stem to stern, looking high and low for any sign of eye entry into the nirvana which lay behind the wall. I wanted to look, I needed to look, and voila, while standing atop a table in the corner of the room I found it: a small, three-penny nail-sized hole in the wall about seven feet off the ground.

What drew me to the area was the appearance of two picture-hanging nails separated by about two feet, but no picture. It appeared there had been a picture there at one time, but it had been taken away. In the middle of the two nails was this small hole, and upon closer inspection, I noticed it there was indeed a small glasslike nob on the opening. It was some sort of a wide-angled glass, because looking at it opened up a large piece of the girl's showers in their lockerroom next door! 

My eye was glued to the viewer as I watched two, then three, college girls washing off the sweat and grime from whatever activity they were involved in. I didn't recognize any of the naked girls, but my eyes were opened wide as I saw the soap and suds and breasts and pussies and asses and oh la la! 

Instant hard on.

I watched for several minutes then vacated my spying location --- once my hard on subsided --- and went back to practice. There, greeted with catcalls of "you couldn't find your ass with both hands", I admitted I hadn't been able to find the clip board. But I must have looked guilty, because after practice Danny pulled me aside with William and popped a question. 

"What the heck got into you, Jon? You were acting weird out there," asked my friend Danny. One thing I found from my friendship with these two guys is that we prided ourselves to have a little of the Three Musketeers, All for One, One for All philosophy. After a bit of prodding, and with their assurance that whatever I told them would be our secret, I took them to the equipment room. 

The air conditioning unit was going full blast, so there was no sound of laughter like earlier, but when I related my story they laughed and told me I was nuts. That's when I showed them the peephole. And while there wasn't a soul in view, they surmised, as did I, that someone had rigged up a neat little spying point. After the discovery we spoke about the find. We agreed that if someone else, anyone else, knew of the peephole, word would get out and we'd be caught, expelled, or worse. We talked about how we would have to be discrete. Rules made, the next 24 hours were quite exciting for each of us. We wanted to test our new discovery, yet we didn't want to do anything that would be deemed suspicious behavior.

When the coach told the team to knock off early, we began shelping equipment to the 

room down the hall. Once inside the locked room, I glanced through the peephole, and while 

nobody was in the shower there were girls in various stages of undress in the background. 

One girl had humongous tits, a fact I mentioned to the guys before being shoved out of the 

way for them to view. 

"My god, it's Cathy Gallagher, what knockers," said Danny. "She's a friend of my sister and a real bitch. Stephanie says she's a real cock-teaser, and that she runs through guys like water down a mountain. Everyone puts up with it because they want a chance at feeling those melons!"

Those untouchable boobs were right before my eye in all their glory, bouncing as she washed herself. I hate to admit it, but each rock and roll of her breasts sent shivers down my spine and blood into my dick. It was so wrong, but so very right. Over the next several weeks we paid a great deal of attention to the girls sports teams, observing the faces of the women and making mental notes of the girls we'd like to see in the altogether. And spy on them we did, even going so far as designing a little rating scale for each, Imagine that, three geeks who wouldn't stand a chance at dating some of these women seeing them in the nude.

There was something special about watching the girls sports team practice, isolating our attention on a couple of the best-looking women, and then retreating to the privacy of our equipment room to spy on our favorites. It wasn't always a cornucopia of flesh. Many times we spied and saw nothing, other times we were at the tail end of things and the girls were mostly dressed. But on those 

occasions --- timing is everything --- we got to see a strip show and shower by some of the 

college's finest ladies, and no dollar bills changed hands. 

There were a few embarrassing moments, like the time Danny and I couldn't find William 

and decided to head over to our secret spot on our own. We entered the dark room only to find William pulling up his jeans after polishing his knob to the tune of those in the shower next door. That embarrassment changed when each of us finally admitted to having done exactly the same thing in the past. 

Another unexpected jolt came in our second year at the peephole when Patti Nace entered 

the locker room view. Danny was glued to the peephole and watched her undress, never saying 

a word. Patti, you see, was dating me. 

"So, Jon, do you like Patti's tits?" asked Danny out of the blue.

I looked over at Danny and told him to keep his thoughts away from my girl. "She's 

sweet, be careful what you say about Patti or I'll belt you one," I jested. 

"Ok, ok," murmured my friend.

Seconds later he let out a gasp! I pushed him away from the peephole and spied, not 

believing my eyes. There was Patti, naked as the day she was born, in the shower, with water 

cascading down her soapy body. But there was more, she had a finger in her hairy slit and was 

ferverously fingering her clit. I watched as the girl --- my girl --- had an orgasm right in front of my eyes. 

William pushed me out of the way to get a few of the action, as my mind couldn't believe what I had seen. 

I had touched that same pussy the night before, but couldn't get her to cum until she began helping me by moving her hand over mine, guiding my finger against her slippery slot in a way that got her off. Patti and I didn't make love until about a month after this discovery, but in the meantime kept ourselves satisfied by hand. On this day, both Danny and William knew first hand what a cute, sexy woman my girlfriend was. 

As mentioned, not all of our visits were jackpots. There were many times when we went away without a wisp of flesh. But other times were wonderful. My particular favorite was watching a girl get dressed, especially if she was going out on a date. One could tell since they came in grimy but left clean, fresh, powdered and provocatively dressed. 

Jenny Connors was my favorite, because she would don wispy red or blue undies which left little to the imagination under miniskirts and tee tops. A picture of perfection, and I was jealous of her boyfriend. 

As accidental as my finding of the peephole was, it was William's discovery which went down in our Hall of Fame as the biggest find since gold in California. 

It was late on a Friday night, the team had won its game and the guys were clearing out as we put away some equipment. We knew from experience that it was too late to spy on any sweet young things, but William took a look anyway. 

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh!" was all he said. We looked at our friend like he had gone over the deep end, but one look at his face told us something was up next door. 

"What's up, Billy Boy?" inquired Danny. 

"Yea, what is it, a couple late showerees?" I hopefully added.

His eye was glued to the peephole, and he muttered something about us not believing what he was seeing. We quickly sped across the room and took turns at the hole. I couldn't believe my eye!

Mrs. Johnson, the girls' physical education teacher, was clearly sucking face with Mr. Laughlin, the history teacher. Both married, but not to each other. Both had been at the game that night. Both didn't leave right away! 

What happened next can only be described in bits and pieces, as each of us could only watch for a minute before being shooed out of the way by one of the others. This was too priceless to miss. Mr. Laughlin was fondling her breasts while vigorously kissing her, but Mrs. Johnson wasn't shy about having one hand around his neck and the other playing with his bulging trousers. We soon got into the rhythm of switching places to ensure each of us got a view of the action. 

The woman soon unzipped the man, pulling out his hard cock from his underwear. She kicked off her shoes, then knelt down on the dirty locker room floor in front of him. I saw her open her mouth and slowly slip the shank of meat between her moist professor lips. We each took turns watching her suck the man, and we more than once mentioned that she was quite the cocksucker. Her head bobbed on the knob, alternating slow stroke with long ones, and soon Mr. Laughlin's hand caressed her head and helped guide the woman's face up and down his throbbing dick. 

He sort of rocked his mid-section as his cock was being worked on by the teacher like a 

pro. She had her hands on his ass, and was pulling him toward her face, all the while working her mouth and bobbing her head. It appeared as if the man would soon shoot his juice into her willing mouth, but the couple had other ideas. 

After a bit more rocking, Mr. Laughlin finally pushed the woman's head away, and Danny said she smiled and said something, laying back on the floor. She lifted her flowing skirt, slipped down her french cut panties, and spread her legs open for the history teacher while he was dropping his pants and undies to the floor. Our second discovery of the night was that the blonde teacher had a dark, neatlyt trimmed bush. It was an inviting target for the man of history.

He knelt, then slid down on top of the woman, rubbing his blood filled dick up and down her downy slit for nearly a minute before slowly entering the woman. Once firmly packed inside the gooey hole, the two kissed for a bit before then man began pumping into her wet, horny slot. While we wished we could magnify the action, it was clear how hot the coupling couple were as they rocked on the locker room floor. 

A few minutes into the action the air conditioning unit subsided, and through the newfound quiet we could hear --- barely but more than enough to know it was the sounds of lovers --- the humping horny twosome moaning and groaning. 

"Oh yes, Craig, yes. Fuck me," said the schoolteacher. "Do me hard." 

The man did, rutting into her pulsating pussy while holding himself above her body with both hands. It appeared he was doing pushups on the woman, and not the Marine kind. After a bit more rutting he pulled out of her willing pussy. He turned the woman over, helping to her hands and knees, before once again slipping his dick up and down her gooey hole. She wiggled her butt at him before he finally slipped his hardness back inside the warm receptacle. 

If catching them in the act was hot, this action was red-hot, because not only was Mr. 

Laughlin pounding against the woman from behind, but he alternated those doggie strokes with strokes of his hand against the woman's bare ass. All the while Mrs. Johnson's head was extended toward the ceiling as she took the cock from behind while rocking hard back against the married man. 

I was on watch when the two broke their embrace and the woman knelt over her now prone 

lover. She quickly sucked his dick back into her mouth and began blowing the teacher for the second time that night. Seconds later her cheeks bulged as the man filled her mouth with sticky man sauce. It was incredible, and while the other guys only caught the tail end of the exhibition nobody complained. 

"She swallowed it all," advised William. "No doubt about it! She swallowed his cum."

We watched as the two held each other for a while, talked, kissed, and finally got dressed. It was so very exciting to watch Mrs. Johnson perform her reverse strip. Soon they were out of sight, but definitely weren't out of mind, as each of us admitted to jacking off a large load back at home that night.

I have to admit I looked at both teachers with a whole different viewpoint whenever I saw them.

For the next year-and-a-half The Club continued its voyeuristic activities. Somehow, we never let on to anyone what we had found, nor what we had seen. To ensure we had access, and weren't rousted for our behavior, we volunteered to help with some of the other teams, sort of becoming professional equipment managers.

I have to admit that over time our interest moved on, especially when we found women who liked us and, ahem, we had our way with them. But from time to time we'd slip off to our secret place to spy on a girl we wanted to see or to watch the teacher's adulterous behavior. Yes, Mrs. Johnson and Mr. Laughlin would rendevous in the locker room from time to time and be caught in the act by spying eyes.

Knowing what we did, it was easy to spot and then anticipate catching the two in action. It was only after nighttime games or activities, and they never stayed more than 45 minutes...probably to avoid spousal suspicion. 

One ball-breaking night we sped out of the room after we caught the two balling after a school play. By this time we had caught on to all their secretive pre-sex behavior, and we were there when they arrived to screw. But on this night we were onto a special treat, as when Mrs. Johnson came into view she was dressed in a cheerleader's outfit, while Mr. Laughlin was in a partial football uniform. 

Must have been Fantasy Night for Teachers. 

This occasion was similar to the others, in that the couple progressed from kissing to her sucking to the two of them fucking, with a twist. We couldn't hear what was going on, but we could tell they were in heavy discussions, sort of like a young couple in the back seat of a car where the guy is begging and the girl is defending her honor. He pleaded, she declined, he kissed, sucked and nibbled and she finally relented with a wry smile. 

On this occasion the man slipped a condom onto his rock hard dick while Mrs. Johnson 

was rubbing something along her ass cheeks. At first we thought it would again be doggie action, and it turned out it was.

He lifted up her cheerleader skirt, placing it on her back, then began delicately pushing his cock against... her asshole. We hadn't considered that orifice when thinking of the two in heat, but it was clearly the place where the action was that night. We could clearly hear when he hit paydirt as the woman let out a scream before Mr. Laughlin's hand capped her mouth. It was incredible watching them fuck and suck in the past, but this was an unbelievable sight. 

He couldn't get as deep, as we only saw three-and-four inches sticking into her behind while a couple of inches of dick meat remained outside the warm, tight hole. But the two apparently loved the action, because once they got the feel of things they slowly moved in tandem, head rocking separately but clearly turned on. Soon Mrs. Johnson sort moved one hand down to her pussy, balancing her head and other hand on the ground while her ass was high in the air. Mr. Laughlin's slowly ass fucked the woman while she began fingering her greasy slot.

Watching the two ass fuck was a sight etched into my mind to this day. Her groans, his pumping, and the shaking of their bodies while they rutted in the naughty place was priceless. While we couldn't tell for sure, it appeared the woman reached climax at least twice, maybe three times that night.

They must have been at it 15-20 minutes before slowing to a stop. We sort of figured he had cum, but his cock was rock hard as it emerged from her well-fucked ass. What was unbelievable was watching the woman remove the condom from her lover after having been screwed up the ass with it, then moving her head down to suck off the history professor. 

Amazing.

To this day I've wondered if she had a special thing for oral fixation of cock, because she always ended their sessions with his dick spurting in her mouth. 

About a year after our graduation I noticed that the cheating couple were getting married. Apparently they had been caught in the act by a janitor, who told someone who told someone who ratted them out to a spouse. I heard their divorces were not pretty, but for me, I could care less. They provided voyeuristic content that was as hot as all get out. 

The Club had it's main attraction for nearly two years, and to this day I can recall many of the naughty sex acts we'd observed from that equipment room wall.

I always wondered what happened to that peephole, and couldn't help myself one Saturday 

afternoon when waiting for my nephew to get dressed after his college baseball game. I was strolling the halls when I noticed a youngster leave the equipment room and head out the doors toward the ballfield.

Acting as inconspicuous as possible, I slipped inside the room and looked around, asking if anyone was present. My eyes immediately went to the wall where The Club had spent so much time, and was disappointed to see a bookcase where once a desk sat. Still...




The Club



Quickly moving over I grabbed a side chair, setting it against the front of the bookcase. Standing upon it, I reached over and removed the picture which hung on the wall, and guess what? The peephole was there!

I looked, eye wide open, and history repeated itself as a new generation of young honeys were spread around the room in various stages of undress. 

Life was good! There was no reason to stay, as I didn't want to get caught! But the knowledge that "The Club" view was intact was enough to bring Mr. Woody to attention. As I slipped out of the room, undetected, I wondered how many guys had discovered the peephole over the years.



The Club



I was checking my e-mail one morning and I saw a message from a friend of mine. "I thought you might be interested in this." He wrote and included a link to a website. I clicked the link and found myself viewing the site for a club for men with unusually large penises. 

I know in stories of this type it is usual for guys to brag about their dick size and crow about how women love their member, but those guys are full of it. I know. I have an eleven- inch dick. A real one. Eleven inches long, six and a half in circumference. Most women I know won't even attempt sex with me and I have never fully penetrated a woman. I can usually get a little more than half in. I just have too much cock.

Anyway, this club was for men who share my dilemma and for women who love huge cocks. After reading the information I decided to contact them. What did I have to lose? They wrote me back and invited me to their next meeting. I had to send them a photo of my unit (Thank God for digital cameras.) and I was warned that I would be asked to leave if I didn't really possess the endowment I claimed.

I was nervous as I approached the location of the meeting. I didn't know what to expect. I arrived at a beautiful old home outside of town, an old, elegant mansion. I was greeted at the door by a lovely 40-ish woman who escorted me inside and told me to make myself comfortable. I don't know what I expected, but this certainly wasn't it! This was more like a cocktail party than the AA scenario I had envisioned. (Hi, my name is Peter and I have a big dick…) Guests were milling about and chatting in a beautiful oak paneled study. There was a full bar and a fantastic cold buffet laid out. The men in the crowd ranged from young men in their twenties to older gentlemen in their sixties and appeared to come from a broad cross section of society. The women, as well, were varied in age and race. 

I engaged in conversation with many of the guests. The one thing we didn't talk about was cocks! Finally our hostess called for attention and asked me to come to the front of the room. She welcomed me as the club's newest member and I received a nice round of applause from the guests. Then one of the men in the front said "Okay, let's see it!"

The hostess said. "It's show time, Sweety. Let's see the goods." I was kind of in shock as I looked a the expectant faces in the crowd. Hesitantly I unbuckled my pants and lowered them. My dick hung limply on my thigh, about eight inches soft. 

"He's not even hard!" cried someone. 

"We'll soon fix that!" Said another female guest.

With that two ladies from the crowd came up to me and began stroking my dick. Soon I was at full arousal and they stood back to let the rest of the guests get a good look at me. Whistles and cheers of appreciation greeted me. 

"Geez, look at the size of that thing!"

"I can't wait to take a ride on that."

"Let Aisha see if she can handle him."

The crowd parted and a statuesque black woman approached me. Large breasted, slim-waisted and broad hipped she had a juicy, round ass that made my dick twitch. She took my cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze. Her hand couldn't close around it. 

"You are one of the biggest men here, Baby." She cooed. "Do you know what these people want, Sugar?" She whispered in my ear: "They want to see you fuck my ass with that big cock" I let out a groan as her tongue traced along the shell of my ear.

Aisha stood back and with a dramatic gesture discarded her form-fitting dress. She stood before me in all her naked glory. Her skin was smooth and perfect. Her breasts were large and firm with stiff brown nipples like chocolate kisses waiting to be savored. Suddenly I couldn't care less about the people watching us, I had to have this woman. Then she knelt before and began licking and sucking my cock. She couldn't get much of me in her mouth but she tried hard. I was in heaven. Her tongue danced around my shaft as her hands caressed my balls. "Fuck her ass!" someone shouted.

Aisha grinned and said to me, "Let's get that bad boy in my behind." She lovingly coated my cock with KY and presented her backside to me. The audience murmured in anticipation. Could she take it or not? I fingered her asshole and Aisha groaned her approval. She reached back and spread her beautiful brown cheeks wide for me. I could see her trying to relax her sphincter to allow my entrance. At last I pressed the head of my penis against her back hole.

I pushed forward, gently but firmly. Aisha's body tensed up as my cockhead sought to penetrate her. She moaned as I slid into her, her asshole engulfing the head of my penis. I had never been so aroused, buttfucking this voluptuous black woman in front of a crowd of big-dicked strangers. She pressed back against me, taking more of my organ into herself. I reached around to fondle those big tits.

We began to fuck, in and out. I penetrated a little deeper with each stroke. Finally I felt something that I'd never felt before: my balls slapping against a woman's ass! "She took it all!" someone whispered in awe. Aisha bucked against me, grinding her ass against me, having one orgasm after another. I pumped her behind hard, transfixed by the sight of my massive tool stretching her asshole. Finally she pulled herself off of me, sweaty and trembling.

"Baby, that ain't no cock you got there. That's a magic wand!," she gasped. I haven't come that much in a long time.

"He's still hard." Said a woman in the crowd. 

As the evening progressed I made the acquaintance of many of the women in attendance. One woman, an attractive blonde about 40, merely pushed me back and mounted me. She rode my rod until she was wracked by a powerful orgasm. She then kissed me on the cheek and walked away. We never exchanged a word.

Another, a petite 20 year old college student with lovely red hair, rather shyly asked if she could sample my wares. " I don't think I can do the butt thing like Aisha," she said, blushing, "but I'd really like to feel you in me." 

We kissed, softly at first, then with increasing passion. She pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her warm, young cunt. She gasped as I worked myself deeper and wriggled against me as we fucked. She was so young and tiny and her moans and whimpers were so sexy to me that I almost came too soon. Then she started moaning "Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Please fuck your little girl! I love your huge dick up in me!" That was it for me. I started fucking her as hard as I could. I still couldn't get more than ¾ of my cock in her tight little pussy. "Fuck your little girl, Daddy. Fuck your little girl." she continued. I couldn't take any more. I pulled out and shot my load all over her pretty pink nipples. 

That was my first time at the "Big Dick" club, but needless to say not the last. 



The Club



The whole of the room seemed to reverberate with the intense beat being put out by the many tall speakers surrounding the room, and the very walls seem to shake and buckle in tune with the swaying masses that inhabited the second story club. Friday night in Arizona at the Owl’s Nest, and sure enough there was a sea of humanity bopping, grinding, and gyrating to the music on a floor that was far too small for the number of souls it held.

My clothing by now was drenched and plastered to my skin; my only solace lie in that I was not alone. Almost at the Apex of summer, it was already reaching the triple digits during the day, and at night it remained in the high 90’s. Coupled with the body heat and natural humidity caused by a goodly amount of sweating bodies, everyone in the club was slippery and glossy with expenditure. I almost fell into a trance watching the strobes and lights dance across the shimmering flesh of so many exposed bodies, glistening necks, arms and faces, captured in rapture by light.

It was when my eyes were dancing across the room that I first noticed her in all of her glory. Her body wrapped in a dress that could only be described as trendily elegant, her copper skin shimmering in the pulsing light, her hair an amber mess of tangled curls, and her body lithe as a snake being charmed. She was dancing with a shorter man who had one arm around her waist, and the other in the air, waving his hand to the music. Her face was angelically impassive, soft features and an immaculate complexion, all seemingly held in place with ruby red lips that begged to be explored. Unquestionably I gravitated towards her, without even a conscious though. 

It just seemed the right thing to do.

As I slid through the moist crowd and neared her, I could almost feel the sexuality she exuded, only serving to draw me nearer still. I moved between and through people to reach her, as I saw now that the shorter man had departed from her. She was now moving by herself to the music, swaying dangerously curvy hips with a rhythm that made something inside of me stir with passion.

Before me was a couple engaged in a battle of tongues and roaming hands. Fingers delicately sliding over slippery flesh, disappearing into lose clothing, a flash of a nipple, hard, erect, almost quivering in anticipation.

I would have stayed for the sight, but my heart had stopped in my chest, for the woman in the red dress had found me as well with her eyes, and they had me in a struggle for my sanity. Deep, piercing, jade orbs stared back at me from her pristine face, a curl of her lip held me, a tilt of her head, and a jut of her chin beckoned me... already I was hers.

We met in the center of the floor, my hand finding her hip and lower back, hers resting gently on my chest. Her touch was electric as she traced the outline of my broad and muscled chest, my heart followed as her hand went lower and rested now against my tight stomach. Hers was not the only hand allowed to roam although, and my hand ran up and down the groove of her spine to the back of her shoulders, returning to her toned hip from where it had began.

My attraction grew as I realized that in my hand’s wandering; it had encountered no resistance or misplaced ridges. This woman was wearing naught but this dress and a smile, and by the twinkle in her eye, she’d become aware of my knowledge. My pace pleasantly doubled.

Her spread from above my bellybutton, and encompassed me in an embrace Her supple breasts pressed against me as she leaned into my ear, her warm breath teasing me to no ends. I could feel her heartbeat through her skin, and her voice was electric.

“What is your name, lover?”

I heard a slight tremor halfway through her inquiry as my hands continued to wander, one falling to just below the lower slope of her magnificent ass. I pulled her closer to my waist. I was insane with lust, there was no stopping me.

“That doesn’t matter right now...”

Her eyes sparkled into mine and her hand took to my own behind.

“Indeed.”

She did not withdraw her proximity to me as she began to grind her hips into mine, meeting my sly motion with her own, parrying trust with thrust and wiggle with waggle. The current song went from some Top 40 Hip Hop to a slow trance beat, and her body slowed to gyrate sensually against me. This was the gates of heaven, I knew It was useless, and my sex began to stir.

It was evident that she felt it, as I could almost feel her mound against my lap myself. The red on her dress became dark crimson as her body radiated more sweat to meet mine permeating through my own clothing. In little time we were little less than two bodies covered in the exertion of the other. 

The trance beat had ended, and another song in its place. She kept her eyes locked on mine the entire time, out face not more than an inch from each other, her hot breath bathing my face, and mine hers. My lips grazed her nose, then her own lips brushed mine. Daringly I parted my mouth wider, and took her upper lip into my mouth, nibbling gently. She responded by pushing her lap into mine urgently, and in time the nibbling was replaced with her tongue dancing around mine.

Like external appendages, our tongues explored the confines of each other’s mouths. Dancing, slithering, writhing, meeting, and pushing, our mouths were firepits of carnal activity, and my head spun with lack of air. She pulled back quickly and gulped in oxygen, her eyes back on mine, although with something lingering in them now, something animal, almost feral. Her hands left my back and came to my arms, and she gently let me to a brick wall where she pinned me by touching her knees to the wall behind me. There was now no way at all to hide my evident arousal, although I don’t think she minded from, her actions.

Her body explored mine with ever beat of sound, her hips against mine grinding and shifting, placing her sex against mine, her chest against me, pressing, writhing, moving... her nipples like small stones covered with the moist cloth of her dress. Her perfect hands went to my chest again, to my arms, to my waist and back a thousand times. She explored the muscles that I’d worked so hard for in case of a situation just like this.

My head bowed to her, and I ran my warm tongue from the basin at the bottom of her neck, to the jut of her chin, then to her lips where we both savored the erotic sweat that threatened to drown us both. My right arm slid again to her supremely toned and bubble formed ass, pulling her almost off the ground towards me as I ran my mouth all over her collarbones, dipping in and out of the indentations with my tongue and lips. Kissing, licking, and simply exploring her every intimate nerve.

I explored her like this for glorious minutes until her gyrations presented us with a delicious problem. The bottom of her skirt had been steadily rising since the first movement of our dance, and now my hand grasped half cloth, half skin. The flesh of her ass was warm and electric to the touch, and my smallest finger rest in the space between her legs against her thigh, only millimeters away from what I’ve now found to be her moist sex. Her excitement coated the blessed finger, and I wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees, bury myself into her for hours, and bring her from one crashing climax to another.

My hand slid deeper, past the crack of her bottom, and almost cupped her searing cunt, its sweet juices running over my hand, mingled with sweat. She moan urgently into my ear and took it into her mouth, nibbling with enough force to make my knees unbalanced for a moment. 

My own arousal was completely evident by now and strained painfully against my jeans. Her hand glided to my midsection and found my meat, her fingers cupping it through the fabric. She gently massaged it, and ran her hand from the tip to the base, causing me to see stars exploding over me. I now had no grasp of time, what song was playing, or who was watching, and I honestly no longer cared.

Everything was animal now, primal. Thumping music, pulsing lights, matching heartbeats, our frenzied breathing, our hammering pulses, her hand on my love, my fingers in hers, her hips bucked against mine and her voice was lost in my throat as my mouth threatened to swallow her whole. I felt my zipper falling, guided by her innocent hands, her fingers tugging past the opening in my boxers, her fingers seeking and eventually grasping my throbbing erection.

What started as her pinning me against the wall quickly turned into the opposite, we had switched sides and without skipping a beat, resumed the frenzied and animalistic encounter. Her dress rested high on her hips, and I could see her shaven mound glisten as my hand traveled it’s most intimate crevasses. Her hand still stayed on my manhood, slowly manipulating it with the tips of her fingers and base of her thumb.

The dance continued, my hands on her breasts, swirling the nipples around my fingers. I grasped them both between my fingers and pulled with little gentleness. Her body immediately responded by thrusting against me and she let out an amazing moan, I pulled again, and again she moved against me, her moans becoming a low throaty growl. Her hands traveled to meet mine as I continued to tug, and with her no longer holding my member, it lay against her abdomen, warm and welcoming.

Then it happened, quickly without warning. Her body responded to another one of my tugs on her nipples and her body rose up a slight bit, allowing room for my penis to fall from her abdomen, and come to rest on the outer folds of her vagina. The gravity of the situation weighted in on me... here I was with a woman in the middle of a crowed dance floor, her dress at her bellybutton, and my penis one inch from inside her. Staring deep into her eyes, I realized she noticed too.

I savor the look on her face when I entered her.

I gently thrust and felt myself easily slide in and out of her. She offered little resistance, and we quickly found a rhythm together, her arms around my neck and mine on her ass, pushing myself into her, deeper and harder with each intrusion. The lights, the heat, feeling her juices slide down my legs, everything came at me in waves. 

Her arms tightened and she buried her face in my chest, crying out against me. I quickly felt a wave of moisture coat my lap, and felt her midsection tremble with her orgasm. This did nothing but prompt me on. Her initial explosion was too quickly borne, and I would not rest until she could feel the full pleasure of our “dance”.

I was relentless, never did I stop pumping at her. She kept bucking and groaning and I obliged her the dirty epitaphs she murmured into my ear. I fucked her like no other, so much so that she begged me to slow down, I sensed no sincerity in her wish, so I pumped harder, almost slamming her against the wall with all my weight. Her muffled groans of pleasure urged me on, my groin soaked through with her lubrication with mine. My thumb found her clit, and gently it caressed the small pebble of lust.

For the second time I felt the walls of her love constrict around me inside of her, and again her nails dug through the soaked shirt covering my back, biting my flesh and driving me onward like a horse’s spur. She flooded me once more, and I could feel her legs shaking around mine. Her groans were perforated with ever time her back hit the wall, her breath exploding across my face with every powerful thrust of my legs.

My world began to melt around me, the walls and lights and sound running together as one. My loins began to spasm and a dull guttural roar began its way to my lips. My lover sensed this, and in a flash she rose up, exposing my tool to the air between us, and audibly fell to her knees before me. One arm shot out against the wall where she once was, and the other to her shoulder.

She impaled her face on my quivering sex and I felt the angry purple head of my penis come into contact with the softness of the back of her throat just in time for my testicles to seize and contract, shooting rivers of my seed into her skull. One hand rested on my knee, the other quickly found my balls and she gently stroked them while milking every last drop out of me. I felt my penis contract time after time, urging itself against the top of her mouth, fighting like a soldier in a war of rapture.

Slowly the world came back to me, the noise and lights and heat began to take shape around me once more. The woman whose name I didn’t know remained with me in her mouth, making sure that not one drop of me escaped. My breathing was ragged and my chest and back heaved with every inhalation. Slowly and quietly she rose from the floor, keeping her eyes on mine the entire journey. They sparkled for me with an ethereal glitter that kept me riveted to her.

Unseen to me, she adjusted her dress and worked to maintain a shred of decency. Looking down to my lap, she whispered into my ear.

“You’d best follow me out love, you’re in no condition to stroll without a little cover.”

I sensed the giggle in her voice as I looked down to the wreck that had become the front of my jeans. From belt to knee was soaked in sweat, lubrication, and various other fluids of desire. Gently placing me back into my pants, she held me outside the cloth as she zipped the fly she opened what seemed like hours ago. Turning from me and placing her ass into my lap, she took my hands and tugged them around her slim waist. 

We walked like that out of the club and (to my surprise) down the steps until we were in the parking lot outside. The music still boomed in my ears, and mixed with the blood still pounding in my head, I was hard pressed to hear here through the cacophony in my ears.

“Thank you for the dance love...”

I smiled at her and caressed her check. She smiled and took my hand, pressing something into my palm. She gently kissed me and released my hand, looking into my eyes.

“We must dance again tomorrow night.”

She stepped back towards a lit path leading to the back of the building, and to another parking lot. I looked down into my hand and saw a matchbook, recognizing it immediately as a bar in a nearby hotel. On the inside cover was the room number 17, and below it: 8:00 PM.

As she walked away from me, I heard her call over her shoulder.

“Next time loverboy... I get to lead.”



The Club



It is dark, but there are flashes of light to every side of me, illuminating the faces that surround us. I can barely see you from the corner of my eye as you sit at our table, a small, satisfied grin on your face. I am trembling, wishing this wasn’t something you wanted so badly… wishing that my need to please you didn’t hold me so fiercely. 

The floor is cold beneath my knees, and I spare a fleeting second to be glad my skirt is too short to be ruined, before I return my attention to the reason for my position. The man in front of me looks down at my upturned face, and expectant look on his. “Are you going to get to it, little girl, or am I gonna stand here all night?” he smirks, knowing full well I am scared, but that I will do as you have asked. 

Trembling, breath heaving, I slowly reach forward and unzip his pants. His wife, an older blond woman, moves to me and places a hand on my hair. “Come on hunny, you know want too” she whispers to me as I pause, trying to make myself reach into his pants and pull out the hard cock I can see waiting there. 

A deep breath, then I gather my resolve around me, remembering the look on your face when I submit to your will. I pull his pants down to his thighs, lick my dry lips, and slowly, slowly lean forward to run my tongue from the tip of his cock all the way to the base. I hear an outbreak of applause from the people watching, people I had been trying hard to forget existed, and it makes me jump. The stranger laughs at me, then reaches down and pulls my face to him. “Suck my cock, girl. Put it in your mouth, NOW!” 

I jerk my face out of his hands defiantly, a message to him that my submission is for you alone, then swallow his cock in one quick sweep, swirling my tongue around the head as I bob up and down on him. 

I can feel his wife’s hands on me, unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my breasts to the gaze of the crowd as she plays with my glittering nipple rings. As my mouth moves up and down on his cock, I am aware of the simple black collar you placed around my neck earlier that night, as it restricts my movements, a constant reminder of your ownership. 

Again, I let my eyes wander to where you sit, patiently watching while you idly play with my leash. I battle back the strong desire to run to where you sit, to hide behind you from all the watching faces. I can feel the man starting to get more excited, as his wife moves to one side of us and pulls one of my nipples into her mouth. I scrape my teeth lightly down his length, then move to nibble on his thighs, sensing that you want the show to go on. 

I can not control the shudder that wracks my body as the woman sucks on my nipples, made so sensitive by the jewelry that pierces them. She is gentle, but occasionally lets her teeth scrape my tender flesh, making my pussy throb. I am so wet that I can feel my juices running down my naked thighs under my skirt.

I let my nails rake the stranger’s thighs, coming close to drawing blood, then bite the inside of his leg before I suck his hairy balls into my mouth. I think of you, clean shaven, perfectly matching my most secret desires, then move to probe the opening of his cock with my tongue, forcing a groan from him. 

Suddenly, I feel a sweep of cold air across my ass, and I realize the blonde has moved behind me again and is lifting my skirt. I feel her smooth fingers move across my skin, and lift my ass into her touch, my hungry pussy clenching, needing to be filled… needing you, but her fingers will do for now. 

I engulf the stranger’s cock in my mouth, straining to take it to the base, and moan low in my throat as the blonde slides a finger inside my sloppy wet pussy. The vibration is too much for him to handle, and he begins cumming in great gushes in my mouth. I swallow it all, allowing myself a small smile of satisfaction at having accomplished the task you set me. 

I start to rise, to return to your side, but then realize that my encounter with this couple is not yet over. The blonde moves in between myself and her spent husband, wrapping a hand in my long hair and pulling my mouth to hers. “Open your mouth… let me taste his cum” she demands. Not giving me a chance to comply, she fastens her mouth on mine and forces her tongue inside my lips. She tastes good, like cinnamon and honey, and I nibble on her lips as she darts her tongue in and out of my mouth. 

My hands rise to the stretchy material of her dress, pulling it down to expose her braless breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her long nails scrape lightly over my nipples as she returns the favor, lightly tugging on the rings. The sensation is so intense, it makes me light headed; I could nearly cum from this alone, but she is taking no chances. Her hand has already returned to my aching pussy, and I hum with pleasure as she roughly shoves three fingers inside me. 

I reach down to pull her dress up, glad to find she is panty-less like myself, and plunge a finger into her steamy pussy. Just as I do, I feel hands from behind me push on my shoulders, urging me back down to my knees. Startled, I kneel down, putting my face on level with the blonde curls of her pussy. I had forgotten that there were people all around, but now I could feel the weight of their stares as some unknown person forces me to my knees. 

I feel him pull my skirt up, his rough fingers skimming my ass, then probing my sopping pussy. I grab the blonde’s hips and pull her forward, thrusting my tongue between her hot lips. I look up, and I can see that someone is behind her now, pushing her to the floor as well, as I am urged forward on all fours. I continue to lick and nibble on her as she is laid on the floor before me, loving the sound as she moans in pleasure.

Hands are spreading my ass cheeks, and I feel a finger push against my anus. I freeze for a moment, unsure that I want that to happen… until now, that part of me has been only yours. I lift my head a little, to see you, standing on the sidelines of my little show. You seem to be able to read my mind, and nod your head yes, letting me know that you want me to submit to this, as well. 

The blonde, growing impatient, grabs my hair and pulls my face back down to her pussy. “Lick my clit, you little slut… eat my pussy. Don’t stop now!” She growls, her hands twined in my hair with a death grip. I nip her thigh, hard, in warning… how dare she believe I do this for HER? But, still, it is what you want, what you have asked of me… and I want it too, so I continue, determined that I will make her beg before I let her cum. 

Whoever is behind me pushes a finger into my pussy, gathering the wetness there, and then returns to my tightly clenched anus, slowly forcing his finger into me. I moan again, still not wanting to let anyone else have that part of me, but then I remember my vows to you, and push my hips back, asking for more. The man complies, stretching me, adding two more fingers, before I feel him pull away for a moment. 

I am still tormenting the blonde, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, teasing her engorged clit unmercifully, then leaving it untouched while I sweep my tongue inside her briefly. I nibble along her thighs, enjoying her mumbled plea for me to return to her aching pussy, enjoying knowing that I won’t until I am sure she is no longer ready to cum. I slowly push one finger inside her, feeling her hips jerk as she tries to hurry me, looking for more. 

Suddenly I feel rough hands grasping my hips, holding me still as the stranger’s cock forces its way into my tight ass. I fix my lips around the woman’s clit, sucking and nibbling as that hard cock invades me, pushing, relentlessly pushing. 

I can hear him now, talking to his friends as they crowd around, watching. “Tight, hot ass. God, what I wouldn’t give for a slut like this.” They all laugh, and someone calls out an offer to you, asking if I am for sale. 

The blonde suddenly convulses under me, her thighs clenching around my face as she screams out her orgasm, and my body shakes from the pounding rhythm set by the stranger behind me. His cock is deep in my ass now, filling me with every plunging stroke, and he reaches up to wrap his hands in my long hair, pulling my head back. 

Another man moves in, taking advantage of my uplifted face, shoving his engorged cock into my open mouth. I slurp on him eagerly, little whimpers coming from my throat as my body is racked with both pleasure and pain, urging me on towards my orgasm. 

As I feel my body clench with release, a hot splash of cum jets against the back of my throat. The other man pulls my ass back to meet his final thrust, an animal like groan escaping him as he grinds his cock inside my ass, jerking as he spills inside me.


I slump there on the floor, hands and knees braced, my forehead resting on my arm, unable to move, unable to believe what I have just done. Unable to believe what was done to me. I feel another pair of hands on my shoulders now, and recognize your touch as you urge me to my feet. 

You pull me close to your side, straightening my clothes, wrapping me in your warm embrace. Your hand brushes my tangled, sticky hair from my face as you pet me, letting me know that you are pleased with my performance this night, and I purr with pleasure at being in your arms again, my ordeal over. 

For N. Just what you asked for : )



The Club



He entered the club, dark and smoky. Stepping to the bar, he ordered a martini. He turns his head as he hears a soft sultry voice behind him. He focuses in on the voice…behind the voice, a beautiful woman. Long red hair, slender, curvy. She’s wearing a long black dress…strapless… long slits up each side, revealing her toned, slim legs. His eyes moved up her legs, to her chest, her breasts trying to break free from the thin material. Then back to her face. Her lips enticed him as she sang, this slow, sexy, tune. He knew that he had to be with her…he needed her, terribly…

He asks the bartender, who she is, her name, anything… the bartender tried to answer, but the bartender knew so little, she had just started singing there. He was sure that she was seeing someone; that a man came to see her, nightly. But that information was not going to stop this man, he ached for her. He ordered another drink, and moved to a table, up front so he could see her even better; he wanted to get her attention. At one point, she looked down at him, their eyes met, she felt drawn to him, he felt electricity, as they stared into each other deeply. She looked away. Finished her song. Took a bow and said her thank-yous. She retired to her dressing room. She began to think of him…

He tried to get to her. At least to say “Hi”, but no one would allow him backstage. He went back to the bar, and ordered another drink. His thoughts were so consumed…

As he stood there…drinking, thinking, she stepped up to the bar, and ordered a glass of wine. He was excited, feeling heat emanate from her. He turned to say “Hello” and there was someone with her. He decided what the hell and introduced himself. Thinking if he complimented her set…the boyfriend might not get upset. So he proceeded…

“Hi, I just wanted to say, you sounded wonderful.”

“Thanks, very kind of you to say.” She responded, smiling.

God she was so beautiful. He felt himself stiffen. She and her boyfriend left…he was at a loss…standing there…dreaming….

His plan to return to the club every night. To catch her attention. He knew that she felt the heat between them…he would do everything in his power to have her…for them to be one.

He arrived earlier the next night, hoping to catch her whole set. He sat right in front of the stage. His cock began to get stiff as she slowly took the stage. She smiled down at him, he smiled back. She was even more lovely tonight, sexier. He knew from the smile they would be together, she wanted him as he wanted her. He did not take his eyes from her as she sang. As she could not stop watching him, he was quite handsome, rather tall, and she loved tall men. As she sang and he watched she felt herself getting wet. She needed him to fill her passionately. She had never experienced such a desire, such a need. Her set ended, and gracefully she walked backstage. She was beginning to change when there was a knock at the door. 

   “Who is it?” She inquired.

   “It’s Jeff, there’s someone out here who says he needs to see you.” Jeff was the bouncer.

   “Who is he?”

   “Someone who was in the audience, he insists that you will see him.”

She said it was fine. And the bouncer went to allow him backstage. A moment later another knock…she answered the door this time…

She was wearing a short satin robe…it was practically open… he could see the swell of each breast…she was still wearing her garter and stockings.

“Hello, please come in.” She said

“Thank you.” He responded as he entered….the sight of her made him harder still. He wanted to kiss her...but he held back...trying to control the fire that was burning.…

“Your sounded wonderful yet again…you possess a great talent.” He said…as he sat on the couch.

“Thank you, I really appreciate that. Can I offer you something to drink?”

“You are welcome, a drink that would be lovely...” he said…his voice crackled a little... he was quite nervous.

She got them a couple of drinks…she sat down next to him.

“So why did you want to come back and see me?” She said

“I think you know the answer to that.” He said

“Do I?”

“Yes….you do.” He said…as he leaned over and kissed her deeply….tongue probing her mouth…which was on fire…his hand went in her robe, he caressed her right breast then her left, she moaned as they kissed….as he fondled her….she was growing more wet. They said nothing more. He continued the kiss…removing her robe…his hand slipping up her thigh, he found her slick and hot. He slipped a finger into her, sliding it in deep. She moaned again. Louder this time. Then another finger. Then a third. As he was giving her this immense pleasure, she undid his belt, his pants, and slid them down to the floor. Taking his hard swollen cock in her delicate hands. She rubbed him. His balls. He was so tight. Hard. Throbbing slightly. She asked if she could suck it…she wanted to taste him. He of course replied yes… what man wouldn’t. Her legs wrapped around him slightly, so his fingers could still work her wet pussy, she leaned over and kissed his cock. Licking it. Up and down. MMMMmmmmm…he tasted wonderful. She took the head in her mouth and licked the tip. He moaned deeply. She knew she was making him crazy, as he was making her so. Sucking him deep into her mouth, playing with his balls, she felt him grow harder, in her mouth. Feeling him getting close to climax she pulled away. She demanded that he fuck her, fuck her wildly, deeply, taking her where she’d never been…in ecstasy. He was more than willing to…he wanted her desperately. She laid back on the couch, spreading her legs wide, waiting for him to enter. He took his cock in hand rubbed the head along her wet slit. She groaned. Begging him to go in…deep. He pushed in the head, beginning to stretch her, then pulled out. She whimpered. Then he pushed in again, this time another inch. Gradually inch by inch, going in, until his cock was buried in her sweet tight pussy. He began to move in her. Pulling in and out…she trembled under his power. He wanted to take it so slow. But there was this urgency, in him; he needed to fuck her, hard and fast. She was begging for it after all. Figuring he could fuck her sweet and slow next time he began to increase the speed of his thrusts.

“Yes, mmm that’s it… fuck me faster. Pound your cock deep in me and don’t let up.”

“Yes. Honey whatever you want. “ 

He became more fevered, fucking her hard and fast. Becoming wilder with every move. The sweat beginning to build, little beads of it on her chest. He bent down for a lick. She was so sexy. He started ramming into her….pulling out almost completely, then shoving even deeper back in. Each time she screamed out louder. “Yes, god yes!” He went harder, faster, deeper. Wanting to pleasure her so greatly. He pulled out again, then slammed back into her. Then again...saying that he was so close to cumming. She screamed yes…baby cum deep in me. He pulled out once more, all the way…then shoved his thick cock all the way in, so deep. She creamed out, “Yes, Damn!” as she began to cum all over his cock, he was screaming out also as he came deep in her pussy. Still pumping her, cumming in her. So much cum, it started to leak out all over the couch, her robe, all over her luscious body. His cock still buried deep he collapsed on her, kissing her, his cock came a little more. Then he pulled out…a bit of cum dripping on to her stomach. He leaned down and licked it up. Kissing her belly button. He positioned his face between her legs, wanting to taste her sweet pussy. She began to moan deeply, as his tongue slid in and out of her hot pussy. In and out. In and out. She began to move her hips to meet his mouth, writhing under him. He continued to tease, lick and suck her pussy and clit while sliding a finger into her tight ass. As he moved his finger in and out of her ass she felt herself cumming again. The combination of his tongue and attentive fingers was too much, she was overwhelmed. Her breath shallow and rapid; her moans increasing in volume. She thrusted her hips against his face, until she collapsed in a most intense orgasmic experience. 

She stayed there on the couch, unable to move. 

   He asked if they could do this again sometime…



The Club



Ok so the evening starts with us (me and Laura) just chilling out, she started to role a joint but she’s not very good so she phoned up Nelly, (male friend short for nelson) ok so anyway, he’s sitting skinning up, and I’m just chilling, lounging on the floor, a little aware of how I look but not really concentrating on it. 

Anyway Laura has a bath and nelly and me just sit and smoke and drink. When Laura comes out she starts getting changed, and then after awhile she calls for me to come and join her. So I change into my fitted blue jeans and change my bra. Nelly is doing his hair in the bathroom and both the bedroom and the bathroom doors are open, anyway, Nelly strolls in, apologises as fast as he can and walks out again. And surprising both Laura and myself I call to him to come back because it doesn’t bother me. So he walks back in, chills out with us while Laura and me get changed. I’m just in my jeans and my bra and am trying on all different tops and asking their opinion. We finally decide on a black very low cut clinging black top. 

After that we sit and listen to music and drink etc until a few more friends have arrived, we then head off to the dolphin which is like a pub with live DJ’s and happy hour. Anyway, we stay there for a while and get a few more drinks inside us, I’m feeling pretty self-conscious to start with but soon let the alcohol get to work. After that we get a cab over to Yates, which is a club in Margate. 

So we go in, and we sit over by the window in front of a leather sofa, so Laura goes to get some drinks and I’m sitting there smoking a cigarette when a guy asks me if anyone is sitting on the sofa, I tell him I don’t think so and him and his mate so anyway, one of them sits on the sofa and the other sits over on the windowsill chatting to Laura’s mate. I get up to get my drink from Laura and when I turn back to sit down, the guy sitting on the sofa pats the seat next to him and says sit down. So I move over and sit next to him, crossing my legs towards him and leaning my head back, slightly tilted towards him. 

I find out his name is Richard and He asks me what my name is, whether I live down there, where I’m from, how old I am etc then we start talking about our star signs and find out we are the same along with his mate. Iv finished my drink by this time and asks if he wants one, he says yes and I tell him he has to come to the bar with me. Standing at the bar I ask what he wants, he asks for whatever I’m having and so I lean against the bar to get the barman’s attention. 

Richard puts his right hand on my hip and starts moving to the music. I put my hand over his and pull him against me as I grind my ass against him. I pull his hand up over my ribs and he starts stroking the underside of my breast. I move his hand again up onto my breast as he pushes against me. 

When I’ve ordered the drinks he tells me to go back to the table because he’s going to the toilet and will be over in a sec, so I go over and dance with Laura until he comes back and drags me back to the sofa. So we sit down and I spark a cigarette and he asks me for one, ‘well what do I get in return?’ I ask, we are very close and he just looks at me and then kisses me, he’s pretty rough but mmmm its nice to be kissed, I break the kiss and whisper ‘maybe’ he looks into my eyes and kisses me again. And nicks the cigarette out of my hand, ‘noo no no’ that’s mine, I laugh as I slide my hand up his arm trying to take it back. 

He kisses me again but I break the kiss and stick my tongue out at him. He flicks his tongue over my tongue stud and kisses me again making me laugh. I slide my hand down over his cock and look into his eyes saying, ‘you know you want too’ he leans in towards me and kisses me again making me moan slightly an he traces his hand over my thigh. I pull his other hand down and take a drag of my cigarette as he talks to his mate and draws him into the conversation before saying he needs to go to the toilet as he adjusts his trousers, me and Gavin make wanking signs and laugh. 

Gavin then starts sliding down onto the sofa where I am sitting, ‘Rick wont be happy that you have taken his place’ I say in his ear before leaning down and resting my head on his shoulder. He says something I don’t catch so I look up and he’s right there, soo fit and eyes to die for, ‘what?’ 

‘I said I don’t care’ he says as he leans down to kiss me, leaning over me slightly making me move back into the sofa. Ohh my god, he is so tender, his lips teasing mine, with little butterfly kisses. I want to kiss him properly, he is teasing me, and I want him. His hand moves up over my body onto my breast, teasing my nipples, his fingers circling, making my body arch. As his tongue starts probing my mouth, all I want is more; I lift my hand and run my nails through his short dark hair. As my other hand moves down, feeling his cock. I whisper in his ear that he will make me horny if he carries on, he just laughs a little and increases the pressure of both his mouth and his fingers. 

We have been kissing ages when Richard comes back, he laughs at Gavin and winks before sitting down on the armrest on my left, leaning down and kissing me, the roughness in contrast to Gavin in arousing, but I soon pull away and kiss Gavin. As my hand slides down over Rick’s cock, Gavin kisses me, he moves his hand over my body and down between my legs as I feel Rick’s hand moving over my breasts as he places his cool fingers inside my bra, twisting my nipples, flicking over the peaking little buds. 

The pressure being applied to my nipples, and the soft teasing touch of Gavin’s mouth and his hand between my legs is to much, my body responds by arching up against Gavin’s hand as I moan against his lips. Before I know it there’s a bouncer standing in front of us putting his hand between us, telling us to cool it down. I smile dreamily up at him and he walks away to stand and keep an eye on us. We laugh and I realise Rick has gone but I soon forget as Gavin starts to kiss me again, my eyes are bright and I watch the bouncer as Gavin kisses from my swollen lips down to my neck, onto the swell of my breast. I moan slightly as the bouncer moves off and I feel Gavin’s tongue on my hot skin. As my eyes start to close I notice a couple sitting opposite us watching me. The girl has her eyes fixed on my body I can see in her eyes she wants to be me. I smile sexily as I move down and capture Gavin’s lips; he pushes me back into the couch as the kiss becomes heated. I flick open my eyes, and my eyes connect with hers as I kiss Gavin’s hot mouth. The girl’s eyes flick from my hot, desire filled eyes to my long painted nails teasing Gavin’s hard cock.

Mmmm now this could turn interesting.

End

This story is dedicated to Rick because I love being his slut and knowing he is totally addicted to me. 

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The Club



You have been going to this club for awhile and you get to know the owner who has noticed your lovely body. He asks you if you would be interested in working as a hostess, looking after his more important clients. After giving it some thought, you agree as the money is good.

He agrees to supply your wardrobe and, on your first night, you go to his office and he gives you this tiny dress. He leaves to let you change as he has a mirror there. You were feeling excited anyway so you did not wear underwear. You slip the thin material on your body. It has a halter-neck top and is backless so low that the top of your arse-crack shows and it just covers your arse. The material is so thin you can see your crack thru the material but the club is dimly lit so you think it should be ok. You look at yourself in the mirror and see that the sides of your breasts are bare and you can just see your shaved slit thru the material and you realize that you will show your all if you hiccup.

The overall effect is extremely sexy and you feel yourself getting aroused as you psych yourself up to join Al, your boss. As you leave the room, you see Al checking you out and your nipples get hard as he stares at your pussy. As he leads you over to a table, you see many guys looking at your body and you get more excited. At the table, he introduces you to Bob and his group and you settle in to drink with them and you can see Bob fancies you. Another of the guys asks you to dance and Bob encourages you to do so, so you get up with the guy. As you dance on and start to perspire, your dress clings to you and gets more see-thru so the guy cant stop staring at you. Al and Bob join you on the floor and the other guy leaves as you gulp down the champagne they brought to you. You immediately feel funny and notice the odd taste but you think no more about it. Then you notice Al is standing on one side of you and Bob on the other and Al is telling Bob how sexy you are as he calls Bob’s attention to your body. You seem to be in a dream as you watch Al slip your breast out of the side of your dress and you all watch as he caresses you and teases your hard nipple. 

He tells Bob to examine your other breast and he soon bares it also. They start taking turns kissing you as they play with your breasts and you feel Al slip his hand up under the back of your dress, into your bare arse. His finger slides under you and you feel it running along your slit as Bob kisses you hard. As Al eases his finger between your lips you instinctively spread your legs a little for him and you gasp thru your kiss as he starts fingering your tight little cunt which he finds is oozing your juices.

You hear Al chuckle as you lean back against him and it seems like a dream as you hear him invite Bob to play with your hot pussy. As Bob lifts the front of your dress and cups your pussy, you glance around and see that people are watching you. Al moves his finger to your arse to let Bob have your cunt and you are bemused to find yourself being played with, nearly naked, as a crowd watches you. You try to protest but you seem to have trouble talking and both men are fingering you hard until you explode in a technicolor orgasm that blasts you wide open. Al laughs again and you hear him say to Bob “ Let’s take her upstairs to my office”.

They guide you there and , as you walk in, Al removes your dress and tells you to stand in the large window over looking the club. You lean on the glass, naked, watching the customers drinking and dancing, when you feel Bob behind you as he spreads your legs and eases his cock into your arsehole. As he starts fucking you, each thrust pushes you against the glass and you see a few people starting to watch you. You are grateful that the office is dark but, even as you think this, Al turns the light on and a cunningly placed light outside the office fully illuminates you.

Then a naked Al turns you around to face him with Bob still up your arse and you see how thick and hard Al is as he steps close to you. You put your arms around his neck as he slips his cock into your wet pussy and you sigh happily as he fills you with his throbbing cock. You grip his cock and Bob’s with your cunt muscles and you nearly cum on the spot. Al is roughly playing with your breasts as he starts fucking you hard and you turn your head as they use you and absently see that the whole club is watching the show you are putting on. You are totally at their mercy as they fuck you harder and faster, their cocks exciting every nerve in your body.

You cum massively and slump in their arms but they aren’t finished and continue to pound their pulsing, punishing penises into your pretty, pink, pulsating pussy. Their hard pumping has you tossed around like a rag doll until the force of their cum in your cunt makes you erupt again. You all stand there getting your breath back before they pull out of you and Al leans you against the window again so the crowd can see you. They clean up and dress before Al turns off the light and helps you clean up and lets you sleep it off on his couch so he can have you later.



The Club



Now I want you all to know that I am at heart a decent man but we all have our secrets.

Let me start at the beginning. I was sixteen when my girlfriend became pregnant it was the typical story; too much booze and no condom. Suzy was dead set on having the kid and I found myself growing up real damn quick. To make things right for Suzy and our baby I married her but I wasn’t really in love with her. When she gave birth to my daughter it was like the second coming of Christ for me. You should have seen her so tiny and pale not all wrinkled, red and bloody like most babies.

She became the light and joy of my life.

Sadly, Suzy and I grew apart so that when I was 20 Suzy walked out on me and my daughter. I didn’t care I divorced her ass and took the only good thing she gave me, my baby, and left.

For years it was just Salome and I. People everywhere would stop us on the street saying that we looked so beautiful together and I don’t know about myself but my girl is definitely a beauty. She didn’t take after her mother or I very much rather she’s an interesting mix of us both.

I have black hair and green eyes but Salome has dark brown hair like Suzy and where her brown eyes came from I don’t know as Suzy had blue eyes. She has lovely cheekbones and the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen.

The sad thing is as I have aged and watched Salome grow up I’ve seen how withdrawn she can be. She’s so smart and at 22 she has just graduated from college and come home to live with me. I thought college would loosen her up but there is an intrinsic aloofness that Salome has never been able to shed.

She spends a lot of time in her room writing, I have no idea what she writes as she hides her journals but I would give almost anything to know.

When I come home from work Salome is there at the door ready with a hug and a kiss and dinner on the table. She can be really old fashioned or what she terms “a forties girl”. 

Tonight is a Friday night and I had the day off just relaxing and doing some yard work. Salome came down the stairs at ten dressed in jeans and a see through T-shirt with no bra. I just stared at her pert little breasts with the nipples poking out. She stirred the dark desires I had tried to hide not only from her but from myself.

I had wanted Salome since she was sixteen.

Every woman that I have ever fucked has never compared to my daughter’s beauty.

Before I die I know that I have to find a way to either sate this desire that grows on me or purge myself of it forever.

“Hey Daddy,” Salome leaned up against our kitchen counter where I was standing surveying my work in the moonlight.

I turned my head sharply from her breasts back to the window. 

“Me and Jen are going to go out dancing, ok? I’ll be home soon.”

I could only nod as I tried to press my hips into the counter to hide my raging erection.

“Don’t worry I can’t drink, I’m the designated driver.”

“It’s alright baby, have fun.” I chocked out.

“Don’t you have a date tonight, Daddy?” 

At my daughter’s words I remembered that yes I do have a date with a woman I have been seeing casually. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me I’d better get ready.”

“I’m out the door Daddy, love you.” She leaned forward to kiss my cheek inadvertently pressing her soft breasts into my arm. I flexed it in a way to try to ward off the thrilling sensation of her warm flesh. Salome reached up stroking my arm. “You look good, Daddy. You’ve really changed since I went away.”

To counteract the loneliness of not having my daughter in my life I began to go to the gym six days a week as a result I have a body that men younger than me envied.

Salome gave me an almost sad look as she walked away her long hair swinging at her hips.

I walked up the stairs hearing Salome’s car pull out as I passed Salome’s room I saw that she had left her light on. I walked into her room smiling at the piles of stuffed animals and books that were cached in every available corner. Seeing one of her books lying open on the floor I bent to pick it up noting that my daughter’s handwriting was in it I began to read.

She blew me away.

I had no idea that my Salome was a poet and here was at least a year’s worth of her carefully guarded work lying open before my greedy eyes. I became so engrossed that I was a little late picking up my date.

Rebecca, my date, was a sweetheart and we were good friends though I could tell that she wanted more and I was interested in her. After we had dinner she suggested that we go dancing at this club she found. I just nodded as her comment reminded me of Salome. I wondered what she was doing. She had revealed so much passion in her poetry. I had no idea that Salome could feel such things.

Not that I thought my daughter cold just immature in the ways of love and relationships. I now saw my mistake.

The club was hot and the people there were all laughing, drinking and swearing at each other Rebecca led me right onto the dance floor where she began grinding her sexy little hips into my cock. Within a few moments I began to loosen up and dance.

After almost an hour of dancing Rebecca and I walked over to the bar where she ordered us drinks as we were waiting Rebecca slipped out to go to the ladies’ room. I leaned against the bar not really wanting to drink when several women came up to me actually running their hands all over me begging me to come out and dance with them. I turned them all away praying that Rebecca wouldn’t see. The most persistent of them all was some young thing with blond hair that actually put her hand over my cock, licking her lips.

“Come on you drunk bitch leave the guy alone.” I heard a familiar voice say as the girl was dragged away by someone I couldn’t see.

Intrigued, I followed the blond who was led back onto the dance floor by a girl with dark hair dressed in a black halter dress. The brunette put her arms around the blond and the blond immediately began to grab all over the brunette much to the delight of the men standing around. As they slowly began to dance to the pulsing rhythms of the song the blond was snatched away from the brunette by a big guy whose friend came up close to the brunette to dance with her.

The blond girl was way too drunk and just ground herself mindlessly into the hulking boy but it was the brunette that held me entranced. She swayed loose and sexy in the guy’s arms her long hair flowing down her back but when the guy started to get a little too touchy-feely she backed away from him grabbing the blond to dance with her again.

When Rebecca came up to me she had to touch my shoulder I was so absorbed in watching that girl, the way she moved.

“Those two seem to be a popular item.” Rebecca gestured with her glass toward the two girls.

I could only nod.

Soon after that Rebecca and I left the club. I dropped her off at her house declining her invitation to come up I had something nagging at my mind that wouldn’t let me go.

When I walked in the door there was no one there so I sat in my easy chair in the dark waiting for Salome to come home. I closed my eyes after a while seeing the hot image of the two girls dancing with the brunette arching her neck back while the blond held her close.

Around two in the morning Salome walked in smelling of cigarettes and alcohol she jumped when I turned on the light.

I knew it. Salome was the brunette at the club she must have changed into the black halter dress at Jen’s house.

“How was your date?” She asked casually.

The lusty picture of Salome dancing burned in my mind making my cock throb and burn while her impassioned words that I had read swirled in my mind.

I took a step toward her reaching out. Salome cocked her head looking at me. “You feel alright, Daddy?”

Without another word I hauled Salome up against my hard chest feeling her soft curves mold into the hardness of my body. She could feel my hard cock flaming right against her pussy.

“Daddy!” Salome tried to push herself away. “Daddy, you’re drunk let me go.”

But I wasn’t. I hadn’t had a drop and neither had she.

Uncaring of her protests I picked Salome up forcing her to wrap her legs about my hips like she used to when she was a child. “Daddy, please.” She whimpered stroking my cock with her pussy as she struggled. I could feel her cunt hot and damp through my pants.

I ran up the stairs like some pirate with precious treasure entering her room and slamming the door as I tossed her back onto her bed. Salome lay back on her elbows with her hair tumbling over her shoulders, her knees spread giving me a great view of her damp black panties.

“Oh Daddy, what are you doing?” She whispered in a seductive tone.

I had no idea my baby could be so fucking hot, so desirable. She was driving me insane.

I could eat her alive right then.

I reached up unbuttoning my shirt pulling it off and casting it aside. She watched me all the while biting her lip as I undid my belt.

“I’ll kill you if you touch me.” She said in that same voice as if seducing me, telling me to try to fuck her.

“What a way to go.” I growled coming up to her laying my body over hers.

She arched up kissing me greedily, passionately as our tongues twined. Her hands stroked up and down my back as I began to tear at her dress pulling it off of her to expose her lithe,0. sexy frame.

I buried my head in her neck kissing and sucking the salty flesh as her hands worked to undo my pants. I felt her hot little hands push my boxers over my hips then delve inside to touch my cock.

I moaned aloud as she began to run her closed fist up and down my shaft. In retaliation I took one of her upthrust nipples into my mouth sucking and pulling the sweet flesh her moans music to my ears.

“Daddy, fuck me.”

Her words brought some sanity back to me as I released her nipple to look into her dark fathomless eyes.

What the hell was I doing?

Salome arched her hips against my naked cock making me groan as I felt her wetness slide against my bursting flesh.

“No baby, I’m going to love you. The way you wrote about in your books.”

Salome’s eyes widened but promptly closed as I began to finger her tender clit sending thrills throughout her young body. She clutched my biceps with a death grip churning her hips against my hand as I continued to ply her flesh.

“Daddy!” She screamed as she came arching her neck back as she had in the club only this time I ran my tongue along the fiery length as I had wanted to biting the base of her throat.

Salome spread her legs wider while holding me closer as I began to ease inside my baby. She was so tight, almost too tight as if she had never fucked before. With a deep thrust I buried myself inside her clinging flesh loving the cry that escaped her throat. I wanted to stop and stay there to let her get used to the feel of me inside her but I couldn’t. I began to move slowly feeling Salome respond to my every thrust with her hips.

Nothing had ever felt this good before.

She sank her teeth into my neck making me cry out and nearly cum. I moved harder and faster inside, pummeling her for all I was worth and still she cried for more. In one fluid motion she turned so that I lay on my back with her rising above me a veritable goddess. I screamed when she began to move on top of me plunging deeply letting me feel the entrance to her very womb with each move.

She arched back her hair a silky waterfall as it grazed my thighs. I ran my hands up her waist and ribs to touch her breasts gently pinching the nipples.

Salome was true to her word, damn near killing me with each thrust, sigh and moan.

She was a demanding, exhausting lover cumming three times before I came. She lay down on my chest panting and sweating, our hearts slamming into our ribs as I wrapped her in my arms still deep within her.

She wanted this too. Salome let me love her and I didn’t know what to think.

She raised her dark head tracing a finger along my eyes and mouth. “I love you.” She whispered.

I think that unconsciously I had known all along about the hidden passionate nature of my daughter but I had refused to acknowledge it.

I realized that all along I was jealous wanting to be that secret lover that she wrote about in her poetry.

Wondering if she would let me.

This was why no woman satisfied me for long. I wanted Salome with her sexy body and beautiful face, her kindness and love.

I wanted those dark words she wrote to be whispered in my ear as I made love to her.

“I love you, Salome.” I sighed contented knowing that we had only begun.



The Club



I received an email from a guy in Sweden who saw my personal bisexual ad in one of the gay sites and was coming to the US on an extended business trip and wanted to know where I was located. When I wrote him back, he said that he would be in town in about 2 weeks and would I be interested in getting together with him as he had something interesting to talk about. I confirmed the date he gave me and we blocked out a time to meet. He said he would email me when he arrived to let me know which hotel he would be staying at. 

The day before we were going to meet, I received an email from him telling me where he was staying and we set up a time to get together. His name was Sven and I was very pleasantly surprised when he opened the hotel room door and I saw a very good looking, tall, blonde guy inviting me inside. After some small talk, he asked if I would like to get to know him better and when I agreed, he began removing his clothes and I followed suit. He had a trim, muscular athlete’s body and when he turned around, my heart leapt when I saw the size of his organ. It was semi-hard and had to be 8 ½” long and very thick with a large, sloped, cut head with a deep ridge all around it. He was gazing in admiration at my penis, which was already erect, and walked over and took it in his hand as he cupped my tight balls in his other hand. I put my hand around his rapidly rising organ and dropped to my knees so I could look at it more closely. 

It was totally irresistible and I flicked out my tongue to lick the beautiful head and couldn’t help but take it between my lips and suck it gently as I played with his big, full balls. He sighed and suggested that we get into bed as he wanted to get to know me as well so we lay down on our sides and rested our heads on each other’s thighs and began to get to know each other more intimately. I gazed at his gorgeous cock and full ball sac and just knew I was going to be lost in pleasure as soon as I started sucking him. 

We both started by licking and sucking our balls and we took our time about it since we were both enjoying what we were doing. I held his massive penis in my hand as I sucked his balls and then, on occasion, worked my tongue over and into his puckered asshole and he followed my lead by doing the same to me. Then I just had to have him in my mouth and lifted my head to lick and nibble on his thick shaft as I worked my way up his enormous pole until I reached his crown. I ran my tongue around his ridge and then all over his smooth cockhead where I found a drop of precum oozing out his slit. 

I licked it up just before it ran down his shaft and then took his crown in my mouth and sucked it to get more of his juices. I felt his mouth cover my cockhead and his tongue rolling all over it as he was enjoying my juices as well. We took our time sucking each other and each time one of us seemed to be ready to cum we edged off until we calmed down and then went back to sucking again. After some time, we both couldn’t hold out any longer and, as if by signal, started deep throating each other and drawing deeply on our organs to make each other cum. Then I felt his cock swell in my mouth and was rewarded with hot ropes of cum pouring into my mouth and on my tongue. As soon as I swallowed the first load, my cock erupted in his mouth and began shooting cum while he was still in orgasm and still pumping cum into my mouth. We both sucked each other’s cocks like we needed cum to survive and kept drawing on our members long after our last spasms ended to make sure we got every drop. 

We were lying back on the pillows resting and refreshing ourselves with a cold drink when Sven told me that he was forming a club on the internet which would strictly be for bisexual guys like us. It will be an international organization with members in cities all over the world so that, when any members were traveling on business or vacation, and could free up a few hours while the wife or girlfriend was shopping, they could get together for some fun. All they would have to do is check the club listings on the website for members in the city they were going to, check the members personal data and pic in the member’s area and then e-mail someone they particularly like and make arrangements to get together just like we did now. 

I told him it was a great idea and he could count me in. I also told him I have another potential member for him and asked if he would mind if I invited him over to join us now so that he could get to know him also while he was in town. He thought it was a great idea and when I told Don on the phone that it would be well worth his while to come over to the hotel as soon as possible, he readily agreed.

Since Don’s office was downtown, there was a knock on the door about 5 minutes later and Sven hid behind the door as he invited him in so no one passing by would see he was naked. I saw the look of appreciation on Don’s face as he closed the door and Sven turned to face him. His eyes locked on his organ, which was formidable even soft, and I introduced both of them and suggested that Don undress as quickly as possible and join us in bed. When Don was naked, he turned and walked to the bed and I saw Sven’s eyes fastened on his cock which was already hard and thrusting out before him. When Don got up on the bed on his knees, Sven reached out and cupped his balls in his hand and leaned forward to lick his crown and all around his shaft before he took his head in his mouth. 

As soon as his lips covered Don’s cockhead, he slid down on the bed on his side so that his cock never left his mouth as he buried his head in his crotch and breathed in his sexy aroma before licking his balls and running his fingers over his magnificent organ. 

I was getting hot just watching the sexy scene before me so I lay down behind Don with my head near his balls and took them in my mouth as Sven sucked deeply on his cock. After a while, I moved over behind Sven and gazed at his big full ball sac before taking each of his mammoth balls in my mouth, one at a time, and licking them as I sucked them and watched Don swallowing his thick meat only inches from my eyes. As I sucked his balls, I felt them move in my mouth and heard Sven’s muffled moan as his thick cock began pumping his delicious juices into Don’s hungry mouth and I kept sucking his balls to give Don as much cum as possible. As Sven’s orgasm abated, Don began to moan as he kept his organ in his mouth and began pumping hot cum down his throat which we heard Sven gulp down as each spasm fed him more juice. When the two of them finally released each other’s cocks and lay back to relax, Don noticed my fully erect and throbbing organ and told me to give both of you a few minutes to rest and then you would both take care of me very nicely. 

My cock stayed fully erect throughout our short break and I noticed both of you looking at it with lust in your eyes. Then Sven rolled over on his stomach, presenting his gorgeous ass to my view, and asked me if I would like to fuck him. I needed no prodding and, as he raised his butt in the air to give me full access to his puckered asshole, I smeared a dollop of lube on his hole and on the head of my organ and fit my cock to his waiting hole and pushed the head inside as he gasped and asked for more meat. I worked my thick organ in and out until it was sliding in smoothly and then began feeding it inside inch by inch until my cockhairs rested up against his ass cheeks. 

As I held it there listening to his moans of passion, I felt Don’s cock press against my asshole and felt his cockhead slide inside as he worked his organ deep inside me. My thick organ was being milked by Sven’s anus as I kept it deep in his ass and Don’s beautiful cock felt so good filling me up as I fucked him that I was in Nirvana and totally gave myself up to the sensations that were coursing through my body. 

I had been so horny while Sven and Don were sucking each other and I was sucking his balls and now, having my cock massaged by his tight anus while Don stroked in and out of me, drove me over the edge and my penis began shooting ropes of cum into his talented ass in wave after wave of sublime pleasure. As my last spasm passed, I felt Don’s erection swell and then jerk as it spewed his hot cum into me and I pushed back to get as much of his juices as possible. I collapsed on top of Sven and Don lay on top of me as both our organs slowly receded and slid out of their warm confines. 

We lay there a while recuperating and then rolled off to lay back on the bed. When Sven turned over, we both saw his magnificent tool standing straight up and just begging to be taken care of. As if by signal, both of us moved down to the gorgeous erection and passed it back and forth between us as we licked and sucked his thick pole. When Don had his cockhead in his mouth, I concentrated on his balls and then we switched off. Sven was enjoying our attentions and was moaning in passion as we serviced his delicious meat. Don was just passing his penis to me when he groaned and his cock jerked in my hand as it shot a jet of cum on my face. I covered the head with my mouth and swallowed his next load before passing it over to Don so he could have some also and we shared his cum until his spasms passed and we couldn’t get any more of his juices out. Then Don spotted his cum on my face and licked it clean before we lay back and relaxed.

Since it was still mid afternoon and Sven wasn’t leaving until tomorrow, I asked him if he would like me to ask my wife over to join us. He looked surprised and agreed wholeheartedly and, as I was picking up the phone, Don mentioned that Lisa would probably like to join us also and Sven couldn’t believe it although he loved the idea of a fivesome with the women. I called Tyko and told her where we were and that, if she can take the rest of the day off, I could guarantee she’d have a great time. She said that she’d be over shortly and Lisa said the same after Don phoned her right after I got off with Tyko.

About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door. I stood behind the door as I was still naked and opened it to find both gals standing there. I let them in and locked the door behind them. They both smiled when they saw the three of us naked and Leese grasped my organ and pulled me over to the bed asking me to introduce them to our new friend. I introduced Tyko and Lisa to Sven and Tyko reached down to shake his cock in greeting and it immediately started to get hard. Both of the girls started to undress and Sven commented on their beauty as they revealed more and more of themselves to him. Leese stated that, since we already had Sven to ourselves for some time, that it was their turn now and she settled herself down between his thighs and proceeded to lick his balls and run her fingers up and down his rigid shaft. 

Tyko got up on the bed and lowered her cunt to Sven’s mouth and started feeding him her crotch to suck. Watching the sexy action before us got our organs hard and I took Don’s member in my hand and led him over to the bed where we lay down alongside the three of them in a 69 position so we could munch on each other’s cocks as we watched them suck each other. Leese was fondling Sven’s beautiful penis and remarking about how good it tasted and felt in her mouth while Tyko sensuously fucked his mouth and described how good it felt as she moved her hips around and fed him her delights. I had Don’s erection in my mouth and was lovingly sucking his cockhead just as he was doing mine when we saw the girls trade positions and Tyko squealed in delight as she grasped Sven’s thick organ and began taking it deep down her throat while Leese settled down on his face and groaned as his tongue entered her wet hole. 

We were enjoying nursing on each other’s cocks while watching them when Tyko lifted her mouth from his penis and stated that, since the three of us had been sucking each other all day, she and Leese would like us to service them with our cocks and fill all their holes with cum.

I asked Don to lay down on his back and called my wife over and had her sit on his thick pole. As she worked his penis smoothly into her wet vagina, I asked Sven to get in position and feed his cock into her asshole. As he fit the head of his organ to her anus, he squeezed out a load of precum and lubricated her back passage as he thrust the crown inside and started moving it in and out going deeper with each thrust of his hips. I told Lisa that she was just going to have to wait her turn and swung around with my knees on either side of Don’s head as I fed her my cock to suck as Sven and Don filled her with their thick, throbbing organs. My wife was gurgling in delight having all her holes filled like that and was moaning as she sucked me which resulted in a hum job and felt great. 

Don was licking my balls as she sucked me and meanwhile Leese was moving from one to the other and occupying herself with running her hands or lips over Sven’s balls and anus as he fucked my wife’s beautiful ass and then coming over to me and grasping my balls in her hands as she kissed me and slid her tongue down my throat while tugging on my balls and feeding them to her husband. She reached under and played with Tyko’s erect nipples and then my wife’s body stiffened and she moaned loudly around my organ and thrashed her hips around trying to get more cock in both her holes as she experienced a mind blowing orgasm. Once she calmed down and came back to Earth, I suggested that she relax a while and let Leese have some fun. 

Don asked if we could switch positions and I lay down on my back with my erection standing straight up as Sven went quickly inside to clean up before continuing and Lisa lowered her wet cunt to my throbbing penis and, after a few short thrusts, sat down on it and let it fill her vagina. Don moved behind her and after applying some KY to both his organ and hers, fed the head inside her tight anus and worked it smoothly in and out before feeding it deeper and deeper. Lisa was in another world from the two cocks inside her and when Sven kneeled down over me and started feeding her his penis, I couldn’t resist lifting my head and sucking his balls. Tyko had been watching us as she fingered her pussy and couldn’t resist coming over and touching us as all four of us were on cloud 9 as we lost ourselves in pleasure. 

We fucked like this for some time when suddenly I heard Don cry out that he was cumming and then felt Leese bearing down on me as her cunt contracted around my shaft and I felt her juices wet my organ as she shuddered in orgasm. My penis exploded and spurts of hot cum shot into her vagina as I experienced spasm after spasm of indescribable pleasure. As I came, I had Sven’s balls in my mouth and could feel them twitch as his cock erupted and he started feeding Leese his hot cum. I watched her sucking furiously and gulping down his juices as he pumped load after load down her throat. When we calmed down, we all lay down on the bed to relax before getting dressed and calling it a night. 

Since he was leaving in the morning, we told Sven to count us in regarding the Club and to make sure he tries to get back here as soon as possible as we’re all going to miss having his beautiful cock to play with. He told us to be prepared for lots of sex once the club gets going and asked us to try and visit Sweden sometime as he could introduce us to lots of wonderful people there and assured us that we would have the greatest sex of our lives as his guests. We said our goodnights and headed home with Don and Lisa who dropped us off at our building after we discussed the exciting events of the day and got horny all over again.

Tyko and I had a beautiful goodnight fuck after discussing Sven’s cock and her tri-cock experience. We fell asleep thinking about how lucky we were to know people like Lisa, Don and Sven.



The Club



The beat was heavy and bodies were writhing all around him in the fog filled room. It was nights like these that he loved his job as a bouncer. He stood like a lord over his kingdom knowing that at a nod of his head anyone of these girls would be his. He’d been working there only a short time when he first discovered the power he held in his small role. Comp their drinks, give them VIP attention and he could do what he wished. After a while the game had grown boring until a couple of months ago. 

He didn’t know her name and she only came in once a month with some friends but hers was a face he couldn’t get out of his mind. The other bouncers there chalked it up to a case of forbidden fruit. So far she had repeatedly snubbed him and that just made him want her more. She wasn’t just another pretty face in the crowd. Aside from the tight body and cute ass, she had these amazing eyes. He could never really determine what color they were; they seemed to change with the music. He privately nicknamed her kaleidoscope eyes. 

He felt a sharp jab in his back and spun around to catch one of the bartenders behind him nodding toward the door. Her hair was down tonight, brushing just past her shoulders, she was wearing a short black satin skirt with thigh high stiletto boots and a black off the shoulder sheer top. He’d never seen her look so seductive. He nearly creamed his shorts when she walked past him. She caught his eye for a brief moment and smiled. Hmm first time for everything he thought maybe tonight would be different. He watched her sidle onto the dance floor and decided to head up to the third floor for the view. He settled into his post at the top of the staircase that led to the third floor bar, VIP room and private bathroom. He gazed down on the scene below seeking her out, watching her fluid movements in sync with the heart-thumping beat. A drunk trying to buy his way into the VIP room soon distracted him and he left to tend to the matter. When he returned, right away his eyes scanned the crowd below for a flash of her blue-black hair under the pulsating lights. So lost in his search he didn’t here her come up behind him. He jumped when she put her hand on his shoulder. He glanced down to see who dare disturb him and was greeted with the most luscious smile on her cherry lips. His gaze softened at his recognition and slipped an arm around her shoulders. His careless gesture was careful in not giving away his racing heart and nervous smile.

“What can I help you with tonight little lady?” he asked in his best cowboy imitation.

She laughed and replied, “Actually I was in the VIP room and the bartender told me there was a bathroom around here somewhere.”

Jimmy the VIP bartender was a good friend of his and knew his latest obsession with this girl. There’s only one reason he sent her out here to use “his” bathroom. He just wondered if she knew the reason as well. He smiled down at her and gave her shoulder a squeeze. 

“Sure thing, it’s on the other side of the staircase immediately to your right.” She thanked him and sauntered off toward the stairs. If his heart was racing before it was about to beat out of his chest now. He watched her go through the door and hesitated a moment before he left to join her.

As soon as she closed the door she started shaking. If it were true about what they say about him, he wouldn’t make her wait very long. She hadn’t been drinking at all that night and wondered where this sudden boldness was coming from. She took a look around the room, noticing it’s plush appointments, all done in black and silver, very retro eighties she thought. The marble counter in front of her was a cool gray reflecting the soft lighting around the oval mirror above it. In the mirror she saw a black chaise lounge behind her, next to it a small silver end table with a halogen desk lamp and phone. She walked over and bent over the chaise bringing her leg up to adjust the thigh high stockings she wore under her boots. 

She didn’t hear him come in and was startled to feel his hands on her waist. With her heel still resting on the edge of the seat she turned her head to look up at him. He raised one eyebrow as if to question her seductive stance and said, “I see you’ve discovered my secret.” She laughed lightly and turned back to her boots. He stood there briefly, eyes roving over her shapely leather clad legs. She lowered her leg and backed up into him, her tight ass grazing against his already hard cock. His hands immediately went to her breasts, feeling her nipples tighten under the roughness of his hands. He squeezed her harder, kneading her with an almost animal like intensity. He wanted her now. He turned her around and her eyes met his. She saw the raw hunger and felt it against her abdomen. He backed her up against the counter and sat her on top. His hands on her knees he spread her legs and positioned himself between them. With one hand behind her head and the other sliding up her leg he kissed her, devouring her lips. He soon came to the apex of her thighs and discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. Without a sound he parted her flesh and deftly slid a finger inside her. Her moist heat met his probing touch and signaled she was more than ready for him. Lost in his carnal kiss, she was only semi aware of his movements to release his swollen member. With her head pinned to the mirror behind her, he tucked his arms beneath her knees he brought them up and spread her thighs further apart. Her wet pussy open fully to him he pressed his hard cock to her. He felt little resistance as he pushed into the tight sheath. She cried out against his mouth as he moved deep inside her expanding the tender flesh to fit him. He tore his mouth from hers and looked into her eyes, clouded with lust. 

“Damn, you feel good baby.” He whispered to her. She moaned as he reached down to grab her ass, bringing her just a bit closer, taking him just a little bit deeper.

“Mmmm that’s it, honey, take it all.” He fucked her harder, faster, months of sexual tension igniting between them. Driving him into her again and again, her nails embedded in his shoulders, her face buried in his neck. The pace was frantic; she’d never been fucked like this before. She could hear the music in the background pulsing to match his impaling thrusts. His movements became rougher harder, suddenly he pushed away from her and pulled her off the counter, turning her around he bent her over and spread her ass shoving inside her swollen pussy. She was too startled to make a noise but instead watched him behind her, his hand wrapped up in her hair pulling her head up. Their eyes locked in the mirror he reached around and started to toy with her clit. Already throbbing and swollen, he knew he didn’t have to push her far to make her cum and man did he want her to cum. He glanced down to watch his cock sliding in and out of her pink flesh, her lips tight around it. The sight of her glistening pussy being pounded by his swollen cock drove him crazy. She felt his experienced fingers working her clit and felt that sweet sensation growing inside her, willing her to let go. Her breath coming in shortened gasps, she started to cry out, he clamped a hand over her mouth while he plunged into her, feeling her contracting around him, he fucked her harder and she came all over him, screaming against his hand. He continued the hectic pace pushing himself over the edge. He pulled out of her drenching her ass in white hot cum. For a few moments they watched each other in the mirror, the smoldering embers slowly dying out. Still trying to catch her breath she turned and asked in nearly a whisper.

“Was it worth waiting for?” Immediately picking up on her game. He pulled himself together, slapped her on the ass, and said.

“Hell yes.”



The Club



**This story contains references to japanese rope bondage. If not done properly, japanese rope bondage can be extremely dangerous. If it's something you'd like to try, please do some research beforehand.**

The Club

I don't go to "the club" very often. Going there usually leaves me with this vaguely guilty-dirty feeling. I can never seem to pin down the reason for the feeling. I mean gees, what does anyone care what I do with my own body, or anyone else's for that matter? Consenting adults and all that. I'm pretty open about sex, and very tolerant of other people's turn-ons, no matter how kinky or weird they may be. Despite that, however, I don't seem to be especially forgiving when it comes to my own little hungers.

Well, I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about my emotional double standards. This isn't about emotion anyway. This is about hunger... and how I keep mine fed.

I've been a member of "the club" for about three years. After the first time I went, it was Toni who introduced me, I promised myself that I'd never go back. I remember that Toni laughed at me when I told him that.

"You'll go back," he said. "You won't be able to stop yourself, Sam." He was right too. After that first time, I managed to make it for six months before the urge overcame me. The next time I only held out for four months. Nowadays, it's usually about six weeks between visits. Less if I'm stressed about anything.

"The club" is a little hard to describe. It's the kind of place that you have to see for yourself. Look, I'll tell you what: If you're really interested, why don't you come with me? I'm going on Friday, and you can come as my guest. I'm warning you though, once you've been to "the club", you may not be able to stop going back. If you really want to know what it's like, meet me at Quincy and 8th at 11:15 on Friday night. Wear something that's easy to take off.

Friday, 11:10 pm - The corner of Quincy St. and 8th Ave.

The woman on the corner ignored the occasional catcalls and the whistles directed at her from the passing traffic as she glanced at her watch. Her short brown hair was cut in a kind of soft bob that curled forward, framing her perfect complexion. What little make-up she wore had been applied skilfully to accent her stunning hazel eyes and her full, slightly pouty lips. Her straight nose and gentle cheekbones gave her a delicate, refined look.

Perched atop a pair of strappy black heels, she paced back and forth. Her long shapely legs were tightly hugged by black, silky-looking stockings. The tips of the straps of her sapphire blue garter belt peeked out teasingly from under her short black leather skirt as she walked.

Her white silk blouse was knotted loosely around her slender waist. The top few buttons were open, revealing a soft, round cleavage framed by the blue lace of the bra, which could be seen through the filmy shirt.

She looked at her watch again. She would wait for five more minutes, and if Roxy still hadn't shown up, she'd go without her. She'd promised to introduce her friend to "the club" tonight, but Roxy could very well have gotten cold feet. She was about to give up on her friend, when she heard the click of heels on the sidewalk. She turned and smiled as she recognised the woman coming towards her.

Roxy was wearing a simple dress made of a soft, clinging material. The spaghetti straps led forward to a low-scooped neck, and back to an even lower-scooped back. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra under the white dress, but even without it, her breasts were pert. The flared skirt swayed seductively around her bare thighs.

"I was about to give up on you, Rox. But I'm glad you decided to come. You look sexy as hell."

"Thanks, Sam. I'm really nervous though. Can't you tell me anything before we go?" As they started walking, Sam answered.

"All I can tell you is this: you'll come in as my guest, but we'll be separated once we're inside. Someone will ask you a lot of questions, a kind of interview. Some of them will be really personal and some of them will seem really strange. Take my advice, and answer as honestly as you can. After that, the fun will start! But I'm not going to tell you any more. You just have to find out for yourself. Trust me, you're going to have one hell of a night. And don't worry, we'll leave together when it's over."

The two women came to a door tucked along the side of an average-looking building. Sam stopped and looked at her friend. "Are you ready?" she asked. Roxy nodded her head. Sam smiled at her reassuringly and turned to knock at the door. As it opened slightly a hard male voice said, "Yeah?"

"Rob, it's Sam. I brought a friend."

The door opened, admitting them into a dimly lit entrance way. As the two entered, Roxy looked around. There were only two other people in the small room. The man, she guessed, must be Rob. He was wearing tight black leather pants. The muscles along his well-tanned stomach and arms rippled as he moved. Roxy blushed slightly when he winked at her, catching her staring at his naked torseau. She wondered if the leather armband around his right bicep meant anything special.

The woman looked up from the table she was standing next to. It looked something like a maitre-d stand in an expensive restaurant. She was wearing a long, elegant red dress. It flowed gently from her shoulders suspended by very fine spaghetti straps. Her hair was swept up seductively, though a few strands had fallen loose.

"Hello Sam," she said. Roxy was almost started by the throaty sound of her voice. "Who's your friend?"

"Hello Rebecca. This is Roxy."

"Hello...Roxy." She purred. Roxy felt herself blushing again, like an innocent schoolgirl she thought, as she answered,

"Hello Rebecca. Please, just call me Rox." The woman just smiled as her eyes scanned Roxy's body slowly. The she turned back to Sam.

"What have you told her?"

As Sam filled Rebecca in on what Roxy knew, Roxy looked around her, a little more relaxed now that most of the attention was away from her for the moment. All the furniture in the small room was black. There wasn't much: the reception table, a tall stool near the door, and a low leather two-seater couch. The bare walls were painted red, but the dim lights, which seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, cast shadows on everything. The air smelled slightly spicy, almost like incense. She couldn't tell what she was smelling, but she knew that she liked it. There was a black door just behind where Rebecca was standing, and another in the wall to the right. She wondered where they lead. Other than the sound of Sam and Rebecca's voices, the room was eerily silent. No sound came from behind the doors, no soft music to sooth the nervous, nor, for that matter, to intensify the anticipation. No hint whatsoever of what was to come.

Roxy jumped, startled out of her imaginings by Rebecca's purr, "If you're ready, Rox..." she gestured towards the door on the right just as it opened and another man, dressed the same as Rob, all the way down to the leather armband, stepped in. With a nervous glance at her friend, Roxy stood and followed him back through the door. She swallowed as it clicked shut behind her, her heart beating faster.

Friday 11:45 pm - The Club

Sam was sitting on a chair. She was naked now, and the room was silent. She'd been blindfolded before she was led inside, so she didn't know if she was alone or not. Her hands were sweating, just a little, and there were the stirrings of flutters in her stomach, in anticipation of what was to come. A door opened behind her and the cool air caressed the back of her neck and her shoulders, giving her goose bumps. She heard the footsteps of two or three people coming and the soft click of the door closing. She heard a woman gasp and stumble, as though she'd been pushed.

"Hey," said a man's voice, "we brought you a present." Sam sensed that he was talking to her. She wanted to ask what the present was, but that was against tonight's rules: obey quickly, don't cum without permission, and don't talk. She knew from experience that obeying the rules was in her best interest, so she kept her mouth shut.

"Stand up, and step forward," he continued, "There's a bed a few steps away. Your present is on the bed."

She obeyed, feeling her way to the bed. As she reached it, she felt a bare foot, which twitched, away from her groping fingers. As she moved her hand upwards, she felt a shackle secured tightly around the woman's ankle. Her calf was firm and smooth, and Sam heard the woman's breathing become a little faster. She drew her fingers slowly up, caressing the woman's thigh. It trembled slightly under her touch. Up, and up, until she could feel the heat coming from her crotch. Sam's breath caught in her throat as the image of plunging her fingers deep into another woman, flashed through her mind. Suddenly she felt the urge to fuck this woman. To tease her with her fingers, and her tongue. To make her beg. To make her moan. To make her cum. She wanted to devour her. She drew in a ragged breath and gasped, startled, as a hand grabbed her wrist.

"You can play with her, but don't let her come," he commanded. Sam nodded her understanding, and her wrist was released. She moved her lithe body up, kneeling on the bed, close to the woman's helpless body, and reached for her breasts. The woman's bare nipples were hard, and she gasped as Sam's fingers slowly started to pull and twist at them. Sam felt the roundness of the woman's breasts as her fingers continued their work.

She leaned down and took one nipple into her mouth. The woman groaned. Sam rolled her tongue around, and over, sucking and biting gently. As the woman strained against her bonds, Sam reached down and cupped the woman's cunt with her free hand. As she felt the woman's wetness, Sam became aware of the heat between her own legs. She felt like a dog in heat; all she wanted was to be consumed by this woman's body and the feelings it was giving her. The woman pushed her hips up into Sam's hand, but Sam moved with her, never letting her hand do more than just tease along the pubic hair. She could hear the impatience in the woman's moan, and she sucked even harder on her nipple. Then she sucked and bit down at the same time. The woman gave a startled cry of pain and tried to pull away, but she couldn't go far, and Sam followed her, sucking, licking and biting. Occasionally Sam let one or two fingers of her other hand slip in and touch the woman's clit. Each time she did, the woman strained up against her hand, silently begging for more. Sam could feel the wetness between her own legs as her partner's fervour increased. Her own breathing was fast and punctuated by those throaty sounds of lust.

"Stick your ass up higher." The man's voice startled Sam. She'd forgotten that they weren't alone. Without pausing, she titled her hips forward, arching her back so that her ass was raised.

"Nice," he said, and she felt a hand caress one cheek, his thumb sliding down into her crack. She pushed back into his hand as his thumb moved over her anus, and she sighed as he pulled away.

"You're such a slut," he said, chuckling. And she agreed in her mind as she slowly slid two fingers into the woman writhing below her. She felt the woman's muscles squeeze her fingers, and she herself moaned. The knowledge that she was doing this, that she was making this woman whimper and squirm, made her feel drunk.

"Eat her out, slut," he said. Sam felt her own cunt tighten. She shifted down, ass still high in the air, and slowly began to lick the woman's cunt. It was hot. Lick. It was wet. Lick. It was fabulous. Sam groaned as she gave in to her lust and shoved her face deep between the woman's legs. The woman rocked below her as Sam's tongue stroked her clit, first softly, then hard, then softly again. The woman was moaning, and straining to break free of her restraints. Sam closed her lips around the engorged clit and sucked. The woman gasped. Sam flicked her tongue hard against her. The woman cried out.

Sam backed off, letting the woman come down. It wasn't time yet.

"Good slut," said the man, "You remembered the rules. I think you deserve a reward for your good behaviour. Straddle her face. But remember: don't cum until I say that you can."

Sam obeyed and sighed as she felt the other woman's tongue touch her, hesitantly at first, and then surer. Sam heard the man whisper something to the woman, but she couldn't make out his words, and she was very close to not caring.

"Kneel up straight, slut, and put your hands behind your head." Sam obeyed.

"Spread your knees wider. That's it. Now, don't move." Same felt waves of pleasure start to sweep up and over her. The woman's tongue and lips were working magic. She felt her legs start to quiver. She cried out as the woman bit her, that mixture of pain and intense pleasure almost pushing her over the edge. She groaned, and her head rolled back as two hands roughly grabbed her breasts. Her breathing became ragged, and she was almost sobbing. The woman's tongue plunged inside of her, and then went back to work on her clit. The hands kneaded her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.

"Let me see your ass again," he commanded. She struggled to obey. She was so close. She would give almost anything to cum, make almost any promise. If she could talk, she would be begging. As it was, she whimpered as wave after wave crested and broke, and she got lost in the sensations churning through her body.

The she felt something cold between the cheeks of her ass. Suddenly, one hand was gone from her breasts and, as two hands spread her wide, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable, a third pushed something inside of her. 

She realised three things simultaneously as the machine in her started to hum. There were at least two other people in the room besides her and the other woman, there was a vibrator shoved up her ass, and she was about to cum.

She fought her climax as long as she could. Her hands pulled at her own hair. Her hips writhed above the woman's face. Just as she thought she might be regaining control, the woman bit down on her, the man pinched her nipple hard, and the vibrator was pulled back and driven deep into her. At the same time. She exploded. She cried out before the full force of the orgasm hit her, and then her breath and body were paralyzed by the sensations crashing through her.

As she began to breath again, the vibrator was pulled out, and the man shoved her roughly so that she fell sideways onto the bed, her leg still straddling the other woman. Her stomach knotted with dread as she realised her mistake.

"You really are a fucking slut," said the man. "You know what this means, don't you? Are you prepared to accept your punishment?"

Sam nodded her consent as her hands were bound roughly behind her back and she was dragged from the bed.

Saturday 1:00 am - The Punishment

Someone led Sam into another room, and removed the blindfold from behind. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She found herself in a small room blanketed with a lush red carpet. It felt soft, cushioning her bare feet. In the room there was a comfortable-looking armchair, empty, and, slightly apart, a small square footstool upholstered to match. On top of the stool, soft-looking white rope was coiled.

With her wrists still bound behind her, she turned to see who had brought her in. She saw a man dressed just as Rob from the door: in tight black leather pants, naked from the waist up, with a leather armband. Steve. Beside him stood another man, wearing an expensive-looking, nicely cut suit. There was a hungry look in his brown, middle-aged eyes.

The two men guided her further into the room, stopping next to the stool, untied her hands, and pushed her to her knees. Sam watched Steve's hard body lean in front of her and pick up one coil of rope. She felt a shiver pass through her.

Steve wound the rope three times around her chest, just below her breasts. As he circled around her back the last time, he crossed the rope up and circled three more times above her breasts. He tied off the rope behind her, just next to her backbone. He picked up another piece, and doubled it. He pushed the looped end down between her breasts, behind the rope coiled around her chest. He pulled the loose ends through the loop, and cinched it tight. He wound the doubled rope through and around a few times. Then, bringing the two loose ends ups, he drew one along either side of her neck and then down her back, finally tying it to the bottom set of ropes.

Sam's breasts were now tightly sandwiched between the ropes. She could already feel the burn of the ropes biting into her skin. There was one coil left, and Sam was decidedly unsettled by the thought of what it might be for. Steve picked it up, straddled the stool, and laid it across his lap.

"I expected better from you, Sam. Haven't you learned yet not to break the rules? Or maybe you do it on purpose? Maybe.... Well, that doesn't really matter, now does it? Are you wondering what this piece is for, slut?" Sam swallowed and nodded, and Steve laughed at her. "I'll bet you are." He gestured towards the man who had come in with him. "This is Mr. Yoshihara. He doesn't speak English. He's going to be watching your punishment." Steve stood up, turned to the other man, and said, "Dozo, Yoshihara-sama, osuwari kudasai."

Mr. Yoshihara bowed slightly, said "domo", and sat in the chair, which was to Sam's right. Now Sam could see him clearly: he had a smooth, strong-looking face, accented by his jet-black, silk-like hair, which was just beginning to grey at the temples. He exuded power. Sam doubted that anyone would ever dare to refuse this man anything. He was saying something in Japanese to Steve, who bowed towards him and replied: "Hai, Yoshihara-sama, wakarimashita."

Once again Steve sat on the stool facing Sam. He dragged the palms of his hands over her nipples, and she gasped, unprepared for burning feeling that it caused. He tweaked her nipples. Once, gently. Again, gently. Then he suddenly pinched them both hard. Sam cried out softly, tears coming to her eyes. He didn't let go, and Sam began to whimper, the pain increasing with the pressure. She looked into Steve's face, her eyes pleading with him to let go. Finally he did. Then he leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapping her nipple: around and over and around again. Again she gasped: it was incredible, and she was terrified that she'd cum right then. His tongue on her nipple shot spikes of fiery ice all the way through her. She could feel her cunt tightening in response. Her head rolled back, and she became lost in a world that held only Steve's tongue and her nipple.

Then her world was shattered as he bit down savagely. She cried out loudly as the pain shot through her, but riding along with the pain, almost hidden, another shot of pleasure trembled through her body. She found herself holding her breath, hoping for the next bite, yet dreading it.

He took both her breasts in his hands, alternately squeezing them, and pressing them hard against the ropes. Occasionally he took one nipple, or both, and squeezed. Sam was panting; now leaning into his hands, now shying away from the pain of his touch. Her body swayed, torn between the pain and pleasure he was causing. As he worked at her breasts, he said:

"Spread your knees apart." She obeyed, but was rewarded with a particularly vicious twist of her nipples. "Further, slut." Again, she obeyed, and was relieved when the pressure on her breasts was relaxed a little.

"Now, touch yourself." He commanded. She was surprised to find that she was dripping with her own juices. Her fingers slid easily along her cunt. She groaned as she pushed two fingers deep inside of herself, trembling. She pulled her fingers out again, sopping with juice, and circled them around her clit. She circled faster, her fingers pressing harder, more urgently. Steve was kneading one breast, and sucking on the other. She felt herself getting close, but afraid to cum without permission, she forced herself to slow down her hungry fingers.




The Club



Standing on the pavement outside the club, Caretta shivered, the fur coat wrapped about her body doing little to keep out the cold of the windswept night, the dampness of the earlier rain permeating her every pore. Nervous and unsure what the night held she stepped closer to her Master, her hair blowing softly on the breeze to brush his cheek in a soft caress. Glancing at her shivering form he knew it was not just the cold which made her quake, but nor was he inclined to ease her torment. In reality he knew no matter what he shared with her of the night's events she would still have questions, still be apprehensive as she usually was when entering a new situation. He had faith in her ability to handle whatever he demanded of her...already he had made big changes in their life which she had obediently adjusted to, even more, had made a conscious effort to excel and accept for his pleasure.

Their eyes met briefly before he turned back to resume speaking with Gareth, the guest he had invited to accompany them. He knew of Caretta's distaste for the man, and the power that gave him over her. As always he was alert to whatever he could use to challenge her submission, to deepen her humiliation, and strengthen their bond in doing so. Adding a new slave to the mix of their lives had been another exercise he had used to expand their experience and demonstrate her acceptance yet again of his ownership of her, body and soul. She had always feared the addition of a new slave to their lives, and in truth it had not been his intention to actually play this card so soon but opportunity had presented itself and he had seized it. Caretta had never expected the slave of his choice would be male, always assuming any addition would naturally be feminine and female. Despite the surprise his choice had created she had skillfully woven her fellow slave, Clarke, into her thoughts and life, working hard to please her Master in whatever choice he made for them. The process had not been an easy one, nor was it complete even now, but steps would be taken by them all to ensure the success of his plans.

As the line of patrons moved forward to enter the club, Master Tyrone lifted the bag which had been resting at his feet, from the ground and slung it over his shoulder. His other hand was jointly holding the ends of the two leashes, each one connected to a collar around the neck of each slave. Passing through the door the temperature quickly changed from cool to hot, the humid air thickening with smoke and a mixture of assorted perfumes. Both slaves followed their Master, standing quietly when he stopped and turned toward them.

"Remove your coats and hand them to me," he ordered, "and be quick."

Caretta removed her coat quickly though anxiously, as it left her standing vulnerable and exposed in nothing but her black stay ups and stilettos, a state she never enjoyed publicly, even less so when already feeling unsure of herself. The additional company of Gareth and Clarke added to the pressure for her this time. As she passed her coat to Master, Clarke removed his own, folding it and handing it to Master who then checked both garments into the cloakroom, along with his own and Gareth's. Clarke stood naked except for the boots he wore on his feet, his skin shimmering in the dim light of the club. Master Tyrone proceeded to lead the group into the depths of the club, negotiating the crowd with practiced skill as he made his way toward the main room.

On reaching the room he ordered drinks for both himself and his guest Gareth, and taking a seat at a table, indicated the slaves were to remain standing, their leashes still in his hand.

"I do not want you kneeling or sitting at this stage," he explained to both Caretta and Clarke. "I want you both on display where all can observe and inspect as they may wish."

Caretta already knew she was wet, the honey dripping from her bared sex, her nipples erect and hardening in her shame. Clarke stood proudly, managing to control his physical excitement much better than his partner. Using his hand to gesture, their Master released the tethers from his hand and directed them both to face the room, their backs to both Master and guest. Caretta felt his fingers slip between her thighs in the darkness, testing for the wetness he knew he would find, slipping one finger inside her tunnel to draw forth the natural lubricant he could use to probe and explore her arsehole. Trying to remain still, fighting every urge to pull away, Caretta blushed deeply as he delved deep into her body, opening her and playing with her inhibitions, teasing and tantalizing in his lewd exploration.

"Bend!" she heard him order.

She bent forward and spread her thighs slightly as she knew he liked and expected. His fingers continued to dig roughly while another unfamiliar hand caressed the curved contour of her butt suggestively. She could hear her Master talking to someone but was unable to make out the words. Clarke stood beside her, staring into the room as he had already been trained to do until addressed by their Master. Caretta glimpsed from the corner of her eye a hand caressing his cock, lifting his balls and rolling them, stroking him in an attempt to arouse. Master had told him he was never to respond to another's touch unless given permission. Caretta didn't envy him as she knew too well how seductive humiliation could be, and how the touch of a stranger's hand could make one's body betray itself. She admired him for being able to obey so well such a difficult order.

Her Master's voice broke into her disobedient straying of thoughts. "Come, you will both be better use on the platform," he said as he rose to lead them to the raised dais on the far side of the room, Gareth following close behind. As they reached their destination, Master unclipped both leashes from the collars and indicated where he wanted them to lay as he spread out a large fur blanket. "You will both entertain the club patrons by showing us how well you can play with yourselves, bring yourselves to near orgasm, but not cum or touch each other."

With trepidation both slaves lay back on the blanket, opening their thighs to allow better view as their hands began to play. Caretta's slit was already drenched with her flowing juices, the trail leading into the crack of her so recently explored and opened arse. Her fingers shook as did her whole body as she opened her lips, drew the hot, flowing liquid up to moisten her clit as she began to circle the tender nub of flesh. Clarke lay beside her careful not to touch her as he took his cock in one hand while his other caressed and squeezed his balls. Stroking slowly up and down his shaft he quickly came to full hardness, throbbing in moments with the stimulation and the added atmosphere of the whole scene.

A large audience had grown to watch the slaves perform their task, titillated by the obvious difficulty both were beginning to experience with fulfilling their Master's wishes to the best of their ability without actually cumming and risking his displeasure. Caretta strove to please her Master in ways he had taught her, ways he knew humiliated and degraded her in their perceived depravity. Making sure her hand was slick with her own fluids she fisted her open cunt, pushing hard until her hand was completely enveloped by her own flesh and pumping hard to please her Master. Every now and then Master Tyrone would speed things up with a swift stroke of the cane to exposed inner thighs, the glowing redness standing testimony to the painful encouragement.

"Clarke, lick my slavegirl's oozing cunt!!"

Removing her hand as quickly as possible, the nectar dripping from fingertips, Caretta drew in her breathe sharply as Clarke's obedient tongue began to lick up the juices, starting first at floor level in her crack, slowly, teasingly tickling a path to her honey pot, replacing the nectar with a trail of his hot saliva. This was far from pleasurable for Caretta as he began to nibble gently on her clit, causing her to wonder if he were deliberately trying to gain points with their Master by making her lose control. His tongue continued it's torturous play, licking and tasting, dipping inside her open hole to then plant his open mouth over her mound sucking and tormenting all at once. Just as she was about to surrender the fight and lose control, she heard her beloved Master's voice as if from far away. "Would you like to be the first to fuck her?" 

Filled with dread she heard a voice respond, Gareth's voice. "Why thank you...I would love to have a sample of that wet pussy."

"Feel free to sample either her cunt or arse, as long as you use a condom...my wanton slut will be pleased and honoured to pleasure you as she will anyone else who wishes to take advantage of the offer, won't you pet?" he purred as a hand caressed her foot. He continued, "Her mouth is off limits as my other slave will be occupying that space throughout, but still bound by his order to not cum. Enjoy gentlemen."

As Clarke moved aside, both slaves faces were pictures of anguish, though for different reasons. Caretta could think of nothing more degrading than to be given to this man and the rest, to provide pleasure in front of a roomful of strangers, while Clarke did not know how he could resist the urge to cum once Caretta's mouth was wrapped around his member teasing him the way he had her with his own lips and tongue. A sharp reminder with the cane across his bare rump made sure Clarke delayed no further as he moved to take his place in his slave partner's mouth, and Gareth spread her legs painfully wider to accommodate his already throbbing erection.

Caretta was grateful for the cock in her mouth as it blocked her view of the man already fucking her like the whore her Master had created her to be. His cock burned deep in her belly, impaling her on it's swollen length, thrusting his shaft painfully into her softness. Pulling out suddenly, he lifted her hips and plunged unceremoniously into her tight arsehole. She groaned around the cock in her throat, the pain in her arse causing her to feel nauseated and faint. Uncaringly Gareth continued, driving his way home in her intimate depths until all she felt was numbness and his expended cock already softening as he pulled out of her surrendering his place to another, and then another, until everyone who wanted to use her body had finished. She no longer cared she was not granted permission to cum. The desire was gone as she was smothered by the weight of her shame and disgust, her defilement at the hands of so many strangers who saw her as nothing more than an insignificant object for their pleasure and use.

Clarke had managed to resist the urge to cum while still remaining hard as demanded and expected. His own urges were tempered by the pity he felt for Caretta's agony and degradation at the hands of a roomful of strangers, under the watchful eye of their Master. As the last man withdrew, Caretta lacked the energy to close her legs or shield herself in any manner, the bruises from her ordeal already beginning to darken the soft flesh of her inner thighs. On Master Tyrone's orders Clarke also withdrew, removing his cock gently from her swollen lips, leaving her laying alone, open and vulnerable to the still lecherous ogling of the surrounding group.

"As you are new to us Clarke, I am not going to expect a huge display from you, but you will fulfill my need for perverse control and use of my property," Master Tyrone silkily explained, "just do as you are bade and enjoy your own release."

Clarke soon began to understand as three men moved toward him. He had never been attracted to men, but knew his Master sought to humiliate and degrade him by having him serve these men in front of everyone. Desire was not necessarily a requisite emotion, or more exact, was an emotion to be played with and extracted to his shame and humiliation.

"I've taken certain precautions so this one time there will be no need to use condoms. Enjoy!" Master encouraged.

As one man pushed him to the floor on his knees, a cock was forced between Clarke's lips as another was pushed aggressively and agonisingly into his arse. He fought the sensation of bile he felt threatening to bubble up from his throat, the disgust he felt at his own defilement in so public an arena. A mouth closed around his own cock, sucking deeply, teasing him with its caress into surrendering despite his own aversion. He realized with dismay and helpless abandon his body had become a tool to be used, just as Caretta had been. As his tormented member exploded into the hot mouth, Clarke saw Caretta witnessing his own ordeal, her face a mixture of fascination and empathy for his predicament. He began in this moment to understand they did share a bond, and a perverse commonality in the pleasure they found in being degraded and defiled for their Master's pleasure.

The cock in his mouth thrust into his throat as it emptied it's load, forcing him to swallow every drop before the man slowly withdrew and slapped him across the face insultingly. He ground his teeth in determination as the cock in his arse thrust deep painfully, forcing his complete submission and defining his utter humiliation. Fucked mercilessly in his virgin opening, he was relieved when the man finally came and withdrew from his body. He felt a trickle of fresh hot cum slip from his hole as he knelt awaiting permission from his Master to rise. He knew in that moment he would love serving this Master, fulfilling his every perverse order, working closely with his teammate to make him proud, and submitting in a way he had only ever dreamed of.



The Club



You had just climbed into the car and said hello when you looked at me with a smile. "So what kind of surprise do you have planned for me tonight?" you asked.

"Baby, I think you are getting to know me too well," I said, "I think tonight we are going to check out a strip club." You just smiled as your mind filled with erotic thoughts of sharing some sights of beautiful women with me. When we pulled up in front of the male strip club, though, your eyes showed that you were truly surprised.

I parked the car and walked over to the passenger side to let you out. I took your arm as we walked towards the club and through the doors. There was no music playing, which you felt was odd and the club was silent as if there was no crowd. As we walked in to the club, you soon saw why. I knew many of the dancers there and I had planned an evening for you. Before your eyes on the stage was a large bed and surrounding it were about 15 of the dancers, all completely nude except for masks on their faces. You immediately felt a rush running through your body, not even knowing what I had planned.

I walked you up the steps to the stage. Nobody said a word. They just looked at us as they stood around the bed. I guided you to the foot of the bed and turned you to face all of them. "Baby, I have to undress you," I said as I reached around and started to unbutton your blouse. I think you were in shock, staring at all of the wonderful bodies in front of you watching me undress you and thinking of what was to come. I quickly rid you of your clothes and stood up behind you again to let you know what was happening.

"This is called the sacrifice," I said, "Do you see that man at the head of the bed?" I saw you nod as you looked over the most muscular and powerful of the 15 men whose cock was already massive without even being hard. "He is The Dom," I said, "I offer you to him to do as he pleases with you for the evening and he sacrifices you to the group of men." Your knees became weak at the realization of this. You had fantasized about a gang bang before, but this was beyond anything you had dreamed. The setting and the selection of amazingly hot men were beyond any fantasy you could have had.

As I nodded my head to The Dom he walked over and took my place behind you. I moved off of the stage and pulled up a chair off the stage at the foot of the bed to watch the events unfold. You trembled a little at the touch of this large, powerful man as he grabbed you by the shoulders and led you over to the side of the bed. The men on that side parted and allowed you to walk up to the side of the bed. The Dom then leaned over to your ear, "Get on the bed on your hands and knees," he ordered in a deep rough voice.

You did as he asked, getting down on the bed on all fours facing the end of the bed. I saw The Dom quickly follow after you getting on his knees behind you. He grabbed his amazingly thick, roughly veined cock, placing at your already wet pussy and slowly guided himself inside of you. As you were facing me I could see your eyes widen in amazement as you adjusted to his massive size. As he slowly started to move inside you, he began to speak. "Gentlemen, he said, "this gorgeous piece of ass has been given to me this evening to use as I like, so I am going to fuck her here, in front of all of you, then she belongs to all of you to fuck in whatever way you want. Or let her suck your cocks or even fuck her ass, if you care to."

Suddenly you felt his powerful hands grab you around the hips. He started to fuck you with longer and harder strokes with his impossibly hard cock as he spoke to you directly. "Look around you," he said, "look at all of these men. Each of them will have you tonight in whatever manner they please. Look at all those cocks getting hard watching me fuck you. You're going to have every one of those cocks inside you one way or another." You felt your pussy gripping down on him even harder as a rush of wetness came from deep within you. The idea of being gang banged like this was filling you with a desire unlike anything you had ever felt before.

The Dom felt you getting hotter and wetter around his massive cock. He drove deep inside you with one long hard thrust and stayed there, slowly grinding himself inside your pussy. You could feel his thighs moving in circles against your ass. "You like this don't you," he said, "you're a hot little slut wanting to fuck all of these men." He pulled out and thrust himself in again with a force that almost took your breath away. "Well we have another little surprise for you as well," he said as he motioned to me to go to the door.

I knew what was coming because I had helped him to set it up as well. I went to the door and opened it to the people who had gathered outside. As he continued to fuck you from behind couple after couple filled the club, all of them with video cameras. As they all found spots in various places around the club, The Dom spoke loud enough for all to hear. "I want you all to enjoy this show," he said, "this little bitch that I'm fucking right now is going to be gang banged tonight and I want you all to see it. I want you to record it. Hell, I want you all to fuck each other while you watch. Whatever you want." As he finished he bent over you again so you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. "So how do you like this," he said, "not only are you our gang bang slut for the night, but you're going to be all of these people's personal porn star."

No sooner had he said the words than your first orgasm of the night rocketed through your body. All of us heard you scream out as your pussy absolutely clenched the massive cock inside you. At that point The Dom was starting to lose it as well. He grabbed you hard, digging his hands into your ass and started to fuck you wildly from behind. "Okay everybody," he said, "let's get this party started. I 'm about to fills this little slut's pussy with my hot cum and after that it's a free for all."

You heard him start to grunt loudly with each stroke and you felt his cock getting harder and harder inside of you. Suddenly you felt yourself being lifted up so that your knees were no longer on the bed. With his massive strength he had grabbed you around the hips and pulled you up in the air, using his arms to slam you back against him over and over again. You could not believe his strength, how easily he picked you up and how hard he was slamming you back on his cock. This was by far the hardest you had ever been fucked. As he let out a deep, long moan, he pushed you all the way forward and pulled you back all the way gorging your pussy all the way to his balls as you felt him begin to shoot stream after stream of his cum deep inside you. It was such a massive load that you immediately felt it start to drip out of you and run down your thighs. When he pulled back out of you, you felt a rush of his cum and your own juices start to flow out of you. You stayed on your knees waiting there for more when you heard him speak up again. "Okay boys," he said, "she's all yours. Everybody else, get those camera's running."

Almost as soon as he was off the bed, you felt the weight of another man behind you. He rubbed the head of his hard cock up and down the lips of your cum-soaked pussy before driving himself deep inside you. He reached down and grabbed your ass, immediately starting to fuck you hard as two of the others moved in front of you, their hard cocks standing directly in front of your face. You were getting hotter by the moment as you realized that all of this cock was only a beginning and there were still so many more men to go. You sucked both of the men in front of you with a hunger and passion I had not seen from you before. You were not only accepting but truly enjoying your role as a piece of meat for all these men.

While the three men continued to feed you cock, your eyes looked around the club seeing all of the couples watching. All of the cameras on you made you even hotter and more eager to perform for them. Most of the couples had already given in to their desires. As men focused their cameras on you, their women were sucking them off, and, others were already fucking while one of the partners focused their camera on you.

Your attention was brought back to the bed as the man fucking you from behind slapped you hard on the ass. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," he moaned, "where do you want it bitch." With your mouth so full of cock you could not answer him with anything but a mumble. You felt his cock getting harder and harder inside of you, knowing he was going to cum. Suddenly he pulled out of you and flipped you over hard on the bed, shooting his hot load all over your stomach and tits. The two men you had been sucking off were now jerking off just over your face and as the cum was hitting you saw and felt both of them cumming all over your face.

You lay there for only a moment, completely covered in the cum of the three men, when you felt yet another man getting on the bed. He laid down beside you and helped to lift you up on him so your back was against his chest. "Shove me in your ass," he said into your ear. As you guided him in to your ass, already lubed up with the cum that had run out of you from The Dom, you heard him speak to the other men around the bed. "Now let's see how many cock's this little bitch can handle."

With that invitation another man was on the bed in no time. He spread your legs wide and pushed you down even further on the cock in your ass from below. He grabbed himself and guided his cock into your tight pussy. You now had the feel of two cocks inside you both hard and probing, moving in and out. In no time at all two of the others had kneeled down at your face holding their cocks to your mouth as you began to suck them off. You felt the bed moving again as two more men got on the bed, one on each side, grabbing your arms and putting your hand around them to jerk them off.

I watched in amazement at all of this. I could barely believe my eyes as you serviced six men at once. It was even hotter when I saw that the men you were jerking off were about to switch and take turns fucking you as you sat impaled on the other man's cock. One of the men you were sucking off was obviously excited by this as well as he started to throb and shoot his cum all over your neck and down to your chest. He was quickly replaced by another thrusting his cock toward your face.

One after the other all of the men were starting to cum, each one finishing himself off by cumming all over you. Almost your entire body was a glistening sheen from a complete coating of hot sticky cum. When one man would finish, another would replace him. There were never less than six cocks for you to please at all times. I don't know how the man in your ass was lasting as long as he did, but after about nine of the guys had finished he shot his hips upward and exploded inside your ass. He remained there as yet another man thrust deep inside you and filled you with his load.

As you looked around the bed, you saw that every last man had been spent. Somehow everything had seemed like it had happened in an instant, but you had brought all 15 men to thunderous orgasms. As your cum soaked body laid there on the bed you heard The Dom speak up again.

"Okay all you spectators," he said, "time for you to finish this little slut off." With that all of the couples got up and walked over to the bed. They placed their cameras on a ledge at the head of the bed and left them running making sure to catch the finale.

You could barely move from the extreme fucking you had just taken and laid there helpless. As you looked to the side of the bed you saw couple after couple with the women on their knees, each one sucking off their partner's cocks. You heard one of the men start to moan as his partner pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed it towards you, jerking it off and shooting his cum all over you. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. You had already been soaked in cum from all the men that had you, but now as you looked around you saw that there as much more to come. One after the other the women brought their men to orgasm only to pull them out of their mouths and jerk them off all over you, sometimes three of them at once shooting their hot loads all over your body. By the time all of them had finished you were covered head to toe in so much cum that the bed itself was soaked right through.

The Dom waited a moment before coming over to the bed and handing you a towel. He looked you in the eyes, seeing you were still lost in the lust of the evening. "The only man who hasn't cum here is yours," he said, " I trust you will take care of that when you get home." With that he took our hand and helped you off of the bed before guiding you over to me. "Thanks man," he said looking at me, "you're a lucky man, this is the hottest piece of ass we have ever seen at a sacrifice."

I helped you to the shower at the back of the club and turned on the water for you. "I hope you enjoyed," I said as you stepped into the shower and suddenly pulled me in with you, dropping to your knees in front of me and pulling down my pants...



The Club



I was excited beyond words, I had been told of this place by many but never dreamed I would actually go myself. And it was considered a gag gift from my best friend when she handed me the ticket for entry on my birthday.

The nights sky clear, the cool of the evening chilling my legs as I walked to the entrance of the establishment.

I had picked a beautiful sheer black cocktail dress with appliqués covering the proper places matched with a pair of black lace panties, stockings and six-inch stilettos. 

My makeup a little bold for what I was accustomed but fine for the club scene I suppose, the woman making me up for the evening feeling it was fitting for the occasion and the night's events planed.

The entrance to the club was made to look like a dungeon, which I found very entertaining to say the least.

As I entered, the scent of leather was overwhelming. A long iron staircase just after the thick double doors lead downward to the clubs main room. The bar was situated in the center of the huge room; two dance floors on either side of it complete with long runways the length of the room for patrons to dance on.

I glanced upward seeing two woman in a large cage suspended from the rafters involved in quite a display of affection, I had to smile as they both glanced down at me, breaking eye contact as I felt myself begin to blush.

As I approached the bar I noticed a man watching me, his eyes stern and void of emotion, his gaze sent chills the length of my spine.

The music shifted from hard rock to a more erotic flare. The vibrating tones spilling overhead.

My eyes wondered about the room as I ordered a shot of tequila, the rhythm of the music engulfing me, the base notes reaching down stroking my sex, I couldn't help thinking how much I liked the sound system, laughing at myself but wet none the less.

As I turned from the bar my eyes met with his once again, who is he I wondered, very attractive but something dark hovers over him. My eyes leaving his as I slammed my shot and reached for a lime wedge, placing it to my lips, raking my teeth over the flesh of the fruit feeling the slight burn of its acid as it dripped onto my tongue.

A sudden grip to my wrist turning me quickly leaving me slightly off balance completely annoyed at someone being so damn bold. Growling as I glanced up into his eyes.

"Don't you growl at me bitch" he whispered. My eyes widening at his words.

"Excuse me? I don't know who you think I am but you seem to have mistaken me for someone else" was the only response that came to mind considering I was totally confused at his attitude.

" I'm not confused in the least little one, I can see the desires in you" spoken so matter of factly it was astounding. 

His grip on my wrist not lessening as he pulled me slowly away from the bar towards a door baring the pentagram deeply carved into the thick wood.

As he opened the door I felt a rush of warmth between my thighs, as we entered the smallish room, I had never seen such things in real life. My heart pounding in my chest at seeing what appeared to be a sawhorse covered with leather in the center of the room, I glanced upward at the chains suspended from the rafters slightly away from it. My eyes scanning the room quickly to access the situation at hand. Taking note of the assortment of toys displayed neatly on the back wall.

He began to pull me toward the horse

" Wait" I protested.

" You have waited to long as it is, you desire it do you not?"

His words rang true but how could he possibly know?

Releasing my wrist he glanced deeply into my eyes

" Go if you wish"

His words making me want with every fiber of my being what I always dare not admit.

I stood my ground eyes cast downward not wishing him to see the fire raging inside me.

Leaning forward he whispered into my ear as his fingers slid beneath the thin straps of my dress.

" You won't be needing this, not here"

Stepping away from me as my dress feel to the floor at my feet. Leaving me standing before him in only my panties, stockings and heals.

A slight curl came to the edges of his lips at seeing my nipples already stiffened, small silver rings dangling freely from there tips.

Holding out his hand for me, a soft intake of breath as mine touched his. Leading me closer to the center of the room, he motioned for me to step onto the small stool at the horse's base.

Stepping up I felt his hands on my hips guiding me against the horse making sure my thighs were pushed firmly against it, as he circled before me taking my hand into his, he kissed its palm and each fingertip before pulling my arm upward and forward placing the leather restraint onto my wrist attached to the first chain suspended from above.

Moving to my other hand and doing the same.

My upper body pulled forward over the horse by the stress of the chains.

His eyes locking onto mine as he reached for a black scarf on a nearby table. His kiss soft on my lips as he took my sight.

The only sound heard was the pounding of my heart and his footsteps walking around me.

With a sudden shove of his foot the small stool was pushed from under me. A gasp escaped my lips as the sudden pull to my arms left me off guard. The horse holding me a few inches off the floor.

I felt his hands on my hips again, letting them slide down my outer thighs as he crouched behind me taking first my right ankle securing it to a leg of the horse then moving to the left. His hands roaming over my body freely as he stood. His lips touched my lower back as he reached around me and pinched my nipples firmly.

His footsteps then heard moving away and the sounds of him removing items from the wall behind me. My heart racing realizing this is real. My panties already damp with my excitement.

Suddenly the cold steel of a blade was pressed to my hip its feel making me shiver lightly, the flat of the blade slipping under the thin side strap of my panties. His mouth pressed to my ear as he cut the strap with a gentle movement of his wrist. 

"You won't be needing these ever again, do you understand girl?"

A barely heard "yes" slipped from my now dry mouth.

" Yes what, little one?" His voice slightly elevated.

" Yes Sir?" my voice trembling a tad.

" Yes, say it again!" he demanded.

" Yes Sir" flowed freely from my lips, as he moved the blade to my other hip cutting it with one fluid motion, sending my panties to the floor.

His fingertips moved freely over my hips and ass. 

" Your flesh lacks warmth, tell me now of your limits girl" his voice caring but firm.

" My limits are unknown Sir" in a soft breathy voice.

" Your safe word will be cinnamon, can you remember it girl?"

" Yes Sir I will remember" the outer lips of my sex slick with my warm juices, body charged, every cell wanting, needing his attention.

My arms beginning to ache from the tension to them. Not even the sound of his footsteps now just the pounding of my own heart.

The first blow of the flogger-landing square across both ass cheeks making me gasp loudly more from surprise than pain. Three more blows followed quickly, my flesh tingling, a soft moan escaping my lips as the last blow bites harder than the first three.

His footsteps walking towards me, his fingertips stroking the stripes forming.

" Tell me girl" his voice strong and demanding.

" Please Sir, harder" voice small and pleading.

"Good girl" he whispered. 

A sudden brutal blow to the small of my back, making me scream out, eyes tearing slightly.

Two more blows, from first one direction and then the opposite across my back, the tips of the tails biting into the soft outer flesh of my breasts upon the wrap around.

Tears escaping my eyes wetting the dark clothe covering them.

Out of nowhere eight more strikes making their way from my shoulders down to my thighs.

Sobs turning to low throaty moans as the burn took over and invaded my senses my body reacting with light tremors.

The sounds of the flogger dropping to the floor making me jump slightly.

His footsteps approached, placing his lips upon each angry welt kissing ever so softly. His hand sliding over my bottom and between my spread thighs leaning forward against my body as his fingers slid easily over my slick outer lips.

" Very good girl" in a deep resonating tone. As he slipped two deep into my sex and stroked gently.

I could feel the wave build quickly as his fingers curled and pressed firmly against my G-spot.

Without warning he removed them suddenly his footsteps moving and stopping before me.

" Open your mouth girl" As I opened my mouth as he instructed, the scent of my hot sex filled my nostrils, his fingers pressing to my lips.

Sucking my juices from his fingers hungrily, he pulled them harshly from my lips making a light popping sound.

Flicking the ring on my right nipple with his wet fingers.

" Tell me how it felt when it was done girl"

" It burned as the needle was pushed through, very intense pain for thirty minutes or so Sir"

"And did the pain excite you girl?"

" Yes Sir very much"

A deep throated growl into my ear upon asking "Did it make you wet?"

" Yes Sir, it did"

Walking around behind me again slipping his had between my thighs once more, taking my pearl between his thumb and forefinger pinching firmly.

" And this girl is it to be done as well?"

A loud moan escaped my lips at the pinch. 

" Yes, I wish it to be" my voice now trembling.

A soft whisper into my ear " I can do that for you if you wish" 

My heart pounding at the thought, the pinch firms my breath becoming heavy and unsteady.

He with his free hand the darkness is taken from me, squinting at the sudden light feeling him move a bit to my side to look into my tear filled eyes, kissing me softly.

His grip lessens a bit now stroking my clit, his smile widens at feeling my warmth trickle down my inner thighs.

Releasing my clit, his left arm slipped about my waist reaching up to remove the restraints at my wrists with his right, letting my toes touch the floor as he kissed my neck his teeth lightly scraping the flesh before biting down, letting his grip around my waist lighten lowering me to my feet completely.

" Had enough for your first encounter girl?" his breath hot against my ear as he spoke.

"No Sir, please continue" voice shaking realizing he was setting me free from my binds.

The feel of him squatting behind me releasing the restraints at my ankles.

His hands travel up over my outer thighs, hips and come to rest on my waist as he whispers into my ear "Tell me again"

" More Sir, please" pleading for him not to release me.

His arms wrapping around me kissing my neck.

" Later girl" his voice tempting, teasing as he walked from me and picked my dress up from the floor. As I turned toward him, he handed it to me.

" Meet me at the bar girl" a soft smile coming to his lips as he s poke, exiting quickly before I had a chance to respond.

My hands still trembling as I slipped on my dress.

Glancing into a mirror running my fingers through my hair, wiping my tear -streaked face & putting on fresh lipstick.

The touch of my dress lightly brushing against my welted flesh sending another rush of warmth downward.

As I opened the door leading to the main room of the club, I glanced up and saw an image of myself on the far wall and not as I am now.

My breath catching in my chest at what had truly happened just moments ago.

"She is quite lovely in her binds don't you agree?" His face just inches from mine as I turned.

His eyes reaching down into my very soul, smiling as he handed me a goblet of orange juice,

"You will want your wits about you love" his words making my mind reel with wonder.

Turning me towards the image shone on the wall as he walked me to a table on the upper level, pulling out a chair making sure I could see. Putting his chair close beside mine watching my expression as the scene unfolded before me.

My eyes closing as the flogger made contact with my flesh in the images.

His fingers stroking my thigh sending a chill through me, a soft whisper, "open your eyes and watch"

I glanced at him eyes begging. But his reply a simple touch to my chin sending my glance back to the wall.

I watched as the wraparound connects with the soft sides of my breasts, I whence at seeing the force behind the blows making my breasts bounce and watch as the welts appear.

His fingers slip further up my thigh the sensation of his touch over my stockings to bare flesh making me glance about nervously.

"Spread your legs" his voice unwavering.

I do as he commands his fingertips move ever so softly closer and barely graze my thick outer lips. I moan despite myself as his thumb slips effortlessly past them gently pressing against my clit moving it from side to side.

Fighting with everything I am to keep composure as the hostess nears the table.

He can surely see my attempt to stay calm.

" May I get you anything?" she asked looking into my eyes.

He slips two fingers deep inside me whispering " Answer the lady" pulling his finger nearly out and plunging them deep again.

"No thank you I'm fine for now" spoken in a slightly quivering voice.

He orders a glass of wine and she goes on her way glancing back at me as she departs.

" I think you have an admirer," he whispers.

" May I use the ladies room please Sir?"

"Very well girl, don't be long" slipping his fingers from me and placing them to his lips.

I make my way to the ladies room finding it empty, walking to the sink to splash some cool water onto my face, glancing up as she enters our eyes meeting in the mirrors reflection.

I turn to go and my heart leaps up into my throat as she approaches backing me against a small sofa in the waiting area.

Her finger touches my lips softly to quiet my oncoming protests, knowing full well this wouldn't go over well with him should he find out.

She pushed me gently making me sit as she went to her knees between my thighs glancing up into my eyes, speaking only once 

"How he has left you should be considered a crime" she smiles softly as she pulls up my dress exposing my sex.

Leaning forward she kisses my mound softly as she slips my legs onto her shoulders, her tongue like silk to my needy pussy.

We were so deeply into the moment we didn't hear the door open.

"Well now THAT'S service," he snarled.

We both jumped at the resonating tone of his voice as it bounced off the walls of the small room.

"You might want to clean up a bit before returning to your station girl" his laughter filling the room.

She hurried out leaving us alone.

I rose from the soft and walked to the sink. His reflection in the mirror catching me off guard.

My eyes widening at seeing him pull the belt free from his trousers.

My face going pale... " Oh god please not here, someone could enter," I begged as he sat on the soft. (Feeling others seeing my image quite different than witnessing it first hand).

" Over my lap NOW girl"

" Please Sir" my eyes tearing.

"NOW" his voice stern.

I walked to him slowly, trembling harder with each step as I neared.

"Dress up to your waist NOW" his sudden grip on my wrist strong as he lost patience and yanked me across his lap.

Wiggling franticly knowing he was serious my heart pounding in my chest.

Yelping as the first strike was delivered.

A sudden noise outside the door.

The second strike landing harder than the first making tears pool in my eyes, biting my lower lips to keep from screaming out.

A gasp is heard outside the door.

" Enter NOW," he growls. The door opens slowly and she glances down at me, her excitement apparent as seeing the situation.

"Sit on the arm of the soft girl and spread you legs for her" he barks.

Her voice weak " I'm sorry I didn't mean..."

"NOW girl" his eyes flaring slightly.

He whispers softly as he grabs onto my hair " This is a simple thing if you make your little friend cum the punishment stops"

I feel his arm rise and I flutter my tongue over her already wet pussy parting the lips with the tip of my tongue.

SWAP

I gasp against her sex as tears fall. I pull her closer driving my tongue deep into her warmth.

SWAP

I feel her jump at the sound of the belt on bare flesh; I cry openly tears falling onto her open thighs and cunt. I suck her clit between my teeth fluttering my tongue over its tip, her legs tremble.

SWAP

I scream into her sex... her legs tense as she starts to release her warmth rushing over my lips.

His strong hand strokes my tender bottom making me jump a little.

She quickly rises and leaves without a word spoken.

His soft tug to my hair, pulling me to a kneel beside his side, looking deep into my eyes.

" Did you ask to play with her?" he questioned.

"No Sir" I whispered, he pulled me onto his lap straddling him, kissing me softly as he spoke.

"Is this what you want girl?" pulling his cock free from his trousers.

My eyes tear yet again "yes Sir"

"Beg for it" his eyes never leaving mine a little smile coming to his lips.

The need stronger than the will. "Please Sir.... Oh God please fuck me now" tears streaming down my face.

His kiss soft on my lips as he raises me slightly and lowers me onto his cock.

My back arching as he fills me, leaning forward he locks his teeth onto my throat biting down firmly sending me screaming over the edge my sex twitching around him.

His hands grab onto my hips as he moves faster, deeper.

I use my legs to ride him wanting to feel him release. The ride steadies... our rhythm and strokes in perfect harmony. 

He shoves upward hard, the feel of his cock thickening at the onset of his release making me ride harder.

He moans against my breast as he releases in strong bursts.

As our breathing slowed and we sat there together with him still inside me a faint knock at the door making last call for the evening.

He smiled "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes Sir I would" as I kissed his cheek.



The Club



The club was full to capacity that night and the crowd was working itself into a frenzy as the current favourite DJ spun his magic over them. Liquids of choice were been downed faster than the bartenders could pour them and the shooter girls were being worn off their spike heeled feet. The muscled beef guarding the door were poised and waiting for the first sign of trouble which, on a night such as this, was about due any time now. 

As the owner of the club stood above the seething mass and surveyed his domain from the one way tinted glass of his inner sanctum, he allowed himself a smug smile of self satisfaction at all he had achieved for himself. He also felt a twinge of contempt and loathing towards the desperate souls below him. They came in droves every night to try and fill that empty part of their soul that was screaming for fulfilment and were willing to submit and lower themselves to what ever level of degradation was necessary to accomplish it. No matter, as long as they kept coming with full wallets and equally vacuous heads. Always full and pulsing veins would be nice too for those occasional midnight snacks, he chuckled to himself as he stared over at his companion for the night. The air was starting to grow stale with the reek of her now drained and lifeless corpse and he hoped his assistant was going to get his ass up here soon before he tossed it down the back stairs himself! Heads would roll if he had to remove the remains of his own kill himself, literally!

He was about to turn away and retreat back into the quiet of his quarters when his nostrils suddenly flared as he took in a new smell. It was an intoxicating scent he had thought he would never have the pleasure of experiencing again. He closed his eyes and steadied himself against the glass with his splayed out fingers and breathed deeply to allow it to fully fill his nasal cavity. It snaked its way down into his lungs and then filled the rest of his being until it at last started to fade. Death, power, intelligence, darkness, mystery and lust, it had it all. Its perfume and essence intoxicated him beyond anything else he had ever experienced and he knew from where it came and it made his fangs ache and his body harden just to think of it let alone smell it. He opened his eyes and they snapped to the figure standing at the bar looking up at the window, fixing him with its steady gaze. She had returned!

She stood and stared up at him from under lowered brows. He could see the green of her eyes piercing the smog from the lasers and gloom of the room. She glowed pale and luminous and her veins traced a faint blue map across her skin that he remembered to feel like silk. Her hair was black as ever and her lips beckoned with colour reminiscent of the stain of freshly eaten cherries. He pried his stare away from her face to ravage her body. Her black dress clung to her body like slick oil and it revealed everything while still keeping things a secret. He knew she would be wearing nothing under the dress so as not to impede the cool smoothness of the fabric from slipping and sliding along her bare skin. He also knew that she would be wearing her favourite stiletto heeled boots and just the thought of how they had dug into his ass the last time she had wrapped her long legs around him caused a low growl to rumble in his throat.

He forced himself to rejoin her face and saw that she had moved to stand at the edge of the line of darkness formed by an inky corner of the club that no light seemed to penetrate. Keeping his gaze, she held out one slender, white hand towards him and slowly started backing up until the last thing he saw was a finger sinuously beckoning to him until even that too was swallowed up by the darkness. He was across the room in one leap and throwing open the door he caught his assistant's attention at the bottom of the stairs and with a curt nod of his head, the nearest bar monkeys were at his side abt the time he had reached the last step. He stopped to whisper something in his assistant's ear that made the man blanche and run up the stairs and then he strode through the crowd as his people cleared a path for him finally coming to rest before the spot where he knew she waited for him. The scent was even more noticeable now and was now mixed with the unmistakable odour of female arousal and - was that what he thought it was? Yes, a slight tinge of fear as well. He breathed it all in deeply and his ears listened and were rewarded with her deep and steady breathing as well. He nodded to his people and they formed an impenetrable wall of privacy between him and his patrons. No one was to disturb the master at any cost they knew, especially when it came to her.

Their bodies sought each other at once. There would be time for talk of her return later, right now all that mattered was their need for each other. Their kisses started off slow and tender but quickly moved to passionate and deep. Their fangs, fully extended at this point, clashed occasionally in their desperation to be ever closer to each other. He could feel the points of her teeth as they grazed across his tongue and it sent shivers of delight through his body to his throbbing cock.

He felt her breasts straining against his chest and he reached to rub her hard nipples through the fabric. She greeted this with moans he knew to mean she wanted more. She shook him off and opened the top of her dress to reveal her small but firm breasts and their already erect nipples. Needing no further encouragement, he took one of her nipples in his mouth and started to suck on it slow and steady while rolling the other one in his fingers and smiled inside at her sighs of relief. The smell of her arousal was more than he could take now so he left her breasts and coming back up to kiss her once more, told her to open her legs and ask him for what she wanted, for what she had come back for.

She pushed him away and with strength common to their kind, pushed him harshly down on to his knees and opened her legs wide to him. Raising her dress up over the tops of her boots to slide up her creamy thighs, she revealed her glistening, waiting pussy and told him while looking deep into his eyes to lick her from top to bottom, to suck on her hard clit until she came all over his chin, to tongue the inside of her and suck on every part of her until she was spent. And to further drive home her point, she reached down and slid a finger down, inside and back up her pussy wetting it with her juices and then sucking it into her mouth until she had licked it clean. 

He leaned in and took his first taste. She tasted exactly as he had remembered, sweet yet tangy at the same time. He had always loved eating her because of the responsiveness of her body and her almost insatiable greed when it came to this. If she didn't come at least 4 or 5 times, there would be hell to pay he knew. He sucked on her clit and rolled it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and felt her first orgasm rock her body. She rubbed herself on his face and he sucked her until the last spasms had subsided.

After he was sure she was done, he rose up in front of her and taking his hands in hers he pinned her against the wall and hissed in her ear that he was glad she was back but if she ever left him like that again he would kill her. She belonged to him, he owned her. He told her how much he needed her to satisfy his cravings and how he had missed the hunt with her night after night while she was gone. Releasing her hands he then took hold of her neck and lowered her to kneel before him. She raised her eyes to look at him as she undid his belt and lowered his zipper and smiled knowingly. She knew how he liked to be sucked and she planned to give him all she had. She peeled back his pants and stared for a moment at his perfect cock. She darted out her tongue and licked off the drop waiting at end of his cock and delighted in the involuntary jerk his body made at her first touch. She then started to circle the head of his cock with her tongue and sucked just the head of his cock gently in her mouth. Her nails grazed his balls while she did this, carefully squeezing them every so often as well. Pulling back for a minute, she looked up at him and their eyes met. They exchange a look of pure greed, lust and understanding in that moment such that time seemed to stand still for both of them, the loud, sweaty world around them forgotten. 

She lowered her head again and took him into her mouth, sliding his shaft all the way in and to the back of her throat. She held him there for a minute allowing her tongue to rub on his shaft and then slid her way back up. That was the only full throating she got in before she felt his hands grab her head and his hips start to pump his cock in and out of her warm, moist mouth. She placed her hands on the wall behind him on either side of his legs to brace herself and humming with pleasure deep in her throat waited for him to finish. It didn't take long and as she swallowed the last drop and licked the last bit from his cock, he pulled back to her feet and kissed her deeply, their tongues tasting each other's juice and passion yet again.

He reached for her pussy and was not disappointed. She was still dripping wet. He released her and waited. She spread her legs for him again and held out her arms. He entered her embrace and poised the tip of his cock at the opening to her core. They locked eyes and at the same time their bodies joined with great force causing them both to gasp with pleasure and remembrance.

He placed his hands under her ass and she wrapped her legs around him. He lifted her effortlessly as they continued to ride each other, their gaze never wavering from each other. The pleasure was building and they both knew what was coming. Throwing their heads back, fangs exposed, they emitted a hiss of anticipation and sank their mouths to each others necks. They pierced each other's skin and drank deeply, tasting the heat and animal arousal that they had dredged up in each other. As they sucked and devoured one another, never breaking the rhythm of their bodies, their excitement and lust for one another reached its peak and tumbled over the edge. 

They clung to one another as their breathing slowly returned to normal and their skin lost its heat, as much heat as their kind's skin could ever generate that is. He lowered her back to the ground and as she stood in front of him totally satiated, he placed his hand under her chin and raised her face to look at him. Capturing her full attention, he spoke to her and told her to readjust her clothes, that they were now going upstairs to talk about the punishment for her abandonment of him. She lowered her eyes and smiled as she said, "Yes, master."



The Club



That night was dark and windy. She had gone out on the town with her best friend since high school. They had seen this ad in the paper about a club that had opened just last week, and decided to try it out. Her friend had been all bouncy and in a good mood as they sat at her home getting a few drinks before they headed out. They had shared quite a few good laughs about men and the old days.

As they stood outside in the cold waiting to get let into the club, she could feel her nipples harden from the chill. There was definitely something in the air that night.

The club's grand opening was last weekend, but they still had the deep red carpet out to greet their visitors. The two best friends went inside and eyed the room. It was definitely different from anything else they had seen before.

The walls were painted black, except the end wall which had a colour like good red wine. There were no electric lighting, but instead they were surrounded by large white candles lit everywhere. It gave a warm feeling to the place, and stood good against the black walls.

She couldn't help but smile to herself. Her friend did not know this, but she had always had a side to her that enjoyed things that were not quite like the norm. On the walls were hung different weapons, shields and items from the mediaeval ages. The bartenders were dressed in black leather, guys and girls. This was not the cheap style of leather clothing, but the type that complimented their bodies without being too revealing.

The girls looked around at the clientel, and even though there were many like them, checking out the place for the first time, the majority of people here were dressed in all black, wearing heavy black makeup, but all with big smiles on their faces. Smiles that could burst into laughs at any minute. They all seemed to enjoy themselves.

A good sign, the girl thought, as she settled at the bar with her friend. She ordered a rum and coke, took a deep breath and absorbed the whole atmosphere of the club.

Out of the corner of her eye something caught her attention. It was the shadow of a man that passed from behind the bar and disappeared into the back room.

She could not put a word on it, but something had made her heart jump and she felt uncertain all of a sudden. A subtle shiver went down her spine, and her nipples hardened again. She shook her head and tried to pass it off as a figment of her imagination, but in the back of her mind, the thought of whom it was still puzzled her.

She enjoyed her drink and was laughing with her friend and the two men that had come up to chat to them. The men were friendly and handsome, but neither appealed to her in any other way that enjoying their company.

She looked at her friend and noticed her interest in both of them though. The girl smiled, leaned over and whispered to her friend "go for it honey". Her friend gave her a big smile, raised her eyebrows as to ask her "are you sure?".

They had known eachother for so long that they could read each other's body language, and the girl nodded yes to her friend.

Her friend kissed her cheek, jumped down from the bar stool, took the two men by the hands and floated out of the club in anticipation of her upcoming night.

The girl did not mind being alone at the club, it would give her more time to enjoy the mood the atmosphere had put her in. She looked around a bit more and started noticing more details.

She noticed that the deep red wall had whips, chains and constraints hanging on the wall. She smiled to herself and remembered the attempts that her lovers had made in that department. She had always enjoyed sex a lot, and always made sure that it was great for her and her partner, but she had never experienced that one true Master. She had not yet given up hope on finding him one day though.

The club was starting to getting empty, it was getting late and the girl considered leaving just as she saw the shadow of a man come out from the back room again. This time she seized the moment and turned around to see who he was. As she turned around she froze. She was mesmerized by those dark secret eyes looking back at her. She could not pinpoint it, but there was something dangerous and very appealing about what laid behind those eyes. She blinked a few times and noticed the man's big smile aimed at her.

He introduced himself as Dave, and the girl had to swallow a few times before she stuttered her name. She had no idea what he was saying or what she was replying, all she knew was that her mind was fixated on his eyes and all they were telling her. She should probably have gone home by now, but she found herself aroused by this man, even though there was nothing sexual about their conversation.

Dave got called away by a bartender, and she realised that this was the owner of the club. Before he left her, he asked her if she would like to stay for a drink after closing time. All she could manage was a smile and a nod. The man gave her a big smile and went to take care of his employees and closing down the club.

As he waved goodbye to the last employee leaving, she felt a big knot in her stomach. What exactly was she getting herself into? Somehow she felt strangely safe in his company though.

He asked her what she wanted to drink, and because the girl felt she had better keep her mind clear, she asked for ice water. He put it in front of her and smiled again. She took a big sip but being all flustered, she accidentally dropped a dribble of water as she took the glass away from her mouth. The drop fell on her chest and continued down her cleavage where it disappeared between her breasts.

Dave looked at her with those dark eyes, and took his finger and followed the trail of the cold water. Her body trembled under his light touch. He let his finger run over the tight fabric and circled the girl's hard nipples. He grabbed her hand and invited her to see the rest of the club. She had already noticed most of the details, and if she hadn't, she would not be able to concentrate on much right now. Her focus was on Dave and wondering what might be ahead.

After being showed around the club, he stopped at the red wall, leaned her against it, and bent down to kiss her. The kiss was unlike any she had ever gotten before. It was soft and wonderful. She felt him caress her arms and slide his hands down until they held hers in a firm grip behind her back. She let out a soft sigh, and Dave gently bit her lips after kissing her.

He reached into his pocket and brought out a black satin blindfold. He asked if she was okay with this, and the girl heard herself say, "Oh God yes". 

The last thing the girl saw before being led into this dark unknown was his eyes and lips smiling at her. Her whole body was shivering as if she was cold now.

This dark wonderful man started to undress her slowly until she stood naked in front of him, wearing nothing but the blindfold. She could feel herself being a bit insecure about the extra pounds she had on her body, but the feeling of excitement quickly overturned that emotion.

She felt his hands sliding over her body ever so lightly, before he lifted her hands up one at a time and fastened them. She imagined that he was using the restraints that she had noticed earlier. She thought of her situation for a moment. Being tied up at a strange place with a strange man. But she still had that warm feeling of being safe with this man. She smiled. She heard Dave moving around her and could not quite pinpoint what he was doing.

Suddenly she felt a cold hard object caressing her from top to toe. It stopped at her nipples and moved quickly over them a few times before moving down across her stomach. She felt it getting closer to her private parts and felt it touching her pussy lips every so lightly before it was removed.

The girl let out a loud sigh.

Then out of nowhere she felt a sharp pain across her breasts and let out a short scream. She had not been prepared for that, but now discovered that the hard object must have been the tip of a whip. She felt more fast whip lashes on her breasts and her body squirmed from the pain. She could not help but feel how excited she was getting from it though. The wetness in her pussy had increased immensely over the last thirty seconds.

She sensed that Dave was near her, and then felt his lips on hers. She kissed him hungrily and whispered, "Thank you". He reached up unfastened her hands only to turn her around and fasten them again. He asked her to spread her legs, and she felt very vulnerable standing with her ass pointing towards him and her hands tied up high above her head.

Dave fell to his knees and started kissing and licking her pussy. 

Never had she been this excited. She started moaning out loud and just as she came close to orgasm, she felt him move away from her. He grinned and said, "Not yet my darling". He grabbed the whip once again and took turns whipping her ass and slapping it with his hand. The girl felt the warmth heat up her ass cheeks and let out little screams for each slap. She felt a drop of her pussy fluid run down the inside of her leg and enjoyed every minute of it.

Once again, Dave turned her around, but tied her hands up again. He now started to lick, suck and bite her nipples to the point of her squirming and twisting her body. He moved back again, and suddenly she felt herself being filled up inside of her. Dave had put his cock deep inside her pussy with one long stroke. The girl moaned aloud again as she felt him lift her up, and she locked her legs behind his back. Dave moved deep inside of her, pulled almost all the way out, before entering again making long deep strokes. 

His body grinding against her clit as she was lifted up, was more than she could handle. She pleadingly asked if she was allowed to cum yet, and when he agreed, she came in a big orgasm that made her whole body shake underneath her. She screamed out her pleasure and felt the intensity rise in Dave's movements. She heard him breathe heavier and then felt his warm cum fill her up deep inside of her. She felt like she was in heaven. She whispered Thank you again as she got released from the restraints.

He untied her blindfold and let her look into those dark beautiful eyes of his yet again. She smiled and knew this had just been the beginning of something wonderful.



The Club



I had discovered this unique club through a Black Rose meeting. It was an old warehouse that had been purchased by a Dom, modified to an extent, and then opened to memberships. A mere $100 a month gained a key and the use of the facilities at any time. There were meetings for anyone once a month, the announcement not necessary since word of mouth in the community was very sufficient. As a matter of fact, it was becoming such an event that the owner was contemplating an invitation only event. This might be needed but would also shut out any new novices. Luckily it hadn't happened yet.

I arrived with my satchel full of toys, and surveyed the crowd. Couples were beginning to pair off and retire to one of the many cubicles. These were outfitted in a myriad of décor, some with a bed, some with a table, some with a makeshift exam table with attachable stirrups. 

There were no alcohol drinks available, which was fine with me. I got a soft drink and settled back to observe. There was no hurry and I wanted to peruse the available subs. There were several young novices with exquisite bodies, but I was intrigued with an older experienced sub. There were several possibilities, but one in particular caught my eye. 

She was nondescript, a mousy sort, somewhat slender but not pristine, and older which was exactly what I was looking for. 

I chose a corner that was somewhat semi-private that contained a table and chair. I opened my carryon and laid out the instruments of choice for this evening. The first was a bulb syringe with an extended tube nozzle. An insulated container was full of heated oil to be used by the syringe, which nobody realized. A plug with an attached ponytail, and a tube of lubricant completed the display.

My laying out the objects attracted some attention. Half dozen women were looking on, the mousy one being one of them. I sat down on the chair facing the group and waited. Slowly my first choice walked forward to stand in front of me, eyes cast down in a submissive stance. I lifted her chin and looked at her, then made a motion with my hand towards her clothing. She quickly removed what little she had on, and then stood with feet spread and hands behind her back for my inspection. 

Her body was, as I imagined, nothing spectacular, yet pleasant. She had small breasts, a little pouch, shaved in accordance with normal submissive requirements. What I saw was more than I anticipated, now I would find out how much more she could meet my expectations.

I picked up the syringe and filled it from the container. The heat was obvious; I hoped it wasn't too much. Next, I began to lube the tube, starting at the tip and slowly working down, inch by inch, until the entire tube was covered. Some groans from the audience indicated they knew what was going to happen. My subject remained quiescent, committed to whatever I demanded. Again I was pleased with her response or maybe I should say lack of. 

With that done, I motioned for her to turn around and back up to me. I guided her over my legs so a she was straddling them, then pushed on her shoulders to indicate she should bend down with her head at my feet. Once this was done, I spread my legs forcing her legs apart in a grotesque display of her privates. The position accentuated her vaginal area, and hinted at the anal area I was interested in at the moment. I wasn't concerned by my ability to see, but the growing crowd was what I wanted to be able to observe. 

My finger and thumb spreading the cheeks accomplished this. A squeeze of the lubricant on her anus, then a minor placement of a finger to insure contact, and I was ready to begin. I picked up the syringe and placed the tip of the tube on the opening, then slowly coaxed it inside. The first two inches slipped in, and then a resistance was felt, I knew this was the inner sphincter. Some gentle pressure and patience resulted in success. The tube was now unhindered. Slowly I pushed the remaining 10 inches into her, a small bit at a time, each action precipitating a groan from not only her but also the increasing audience. 

It took some time, not because of the penetration, but my decision to prolong the event for the benefit of her and the audience. Finally, the bulb rested against the penetrated opening. I noticed some heavy breathing from the bent over form between my legs. I knew it was an indication of arousal. Now would be the test.

Looking out at the crowd in front of me, I grasped the bulb and squeezed. The feeling of the hot oil deep in her bowels resulted in a groan and a grasping tightly of my ankles. Her hips thrust upwards and legs clamped shut in response, and the groans of the crowd drowned out any uttering of my subject.

I still had half a bulb of oil remaining, but decided to wait. Her vagina was dilating at a rapid rate indicating arousal. The anal sphincter was rhythmically clamping down on the intruder. Her breathing was heavy and begging for release. I squeezed the remaining oil out of the syringe. The result was better than anticipated. Her legs gripped mine so violently I could barely keep them spread. Her hands on my ankles were vise grips seeking relief. With the bulb completely empty, I began the slow removal.

The slow withdrawal of the tube was probably more intense for her than the insertion. The hot oil deep in her bowels coupled with the tingling on her anus as the tube was withdrawn was very erotic. Little did she know that this would be repeated many tines. 

Another quick filling of the bulb and we were ready to begin again. The audience was into this now, no sounds other than groans of pleasure. The tip slipped in unhindered and the tube descended easily. 

Another squeeze, another jolt, another spastic clamping of the legs, and she was totally submitted now. There were several repeats of this scenario, and by the time I was finished, not only her, but also most of the audience was limp and aroused.

I picked up the plug and placed it in position with the tail draped over her back. Gentle pressure was applied and the tapered tip started penetrating. As the diameter increased, the penetration slowed but didn't stop. She was trying hard to expand her orifice to accept it. It took a little while, but finally the major portion was inside and when she clamped down again the rest was pulled in until the flange rested securely against her anus.

She was extremely aroused now, her vagina indicating that by the dilation and moisture. I slipped two fingers inside and pressed the wall to feel the plug. Another groan escaped her lips. I rotated the fingers around to press on the front wall, then placed my thumb on her clitoris and pinched. A single word, "Cum" resulted in her first orgasm. The effect was contagious, groans from the audience indicated either orgasms or intense arousal. 

One older woman was so affected she was standing with eyes closed, one hand inside her dress on a breast, the other hand pressing through her dress into her crotch.

I helped the plugged subject up and off my lap, and led her to the table where I had her lay her head and shoulders on it in a bent over position. The tail was hanging down now and jiggled whenever she contracted her anus, most likely by the start of some cramping from the oil.

I walked over to the older woman, grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and thrust my tongue in her mouth. At the same time I reached inside her dress to find a bare breast. I squeezed her nipple hard, she responded by melting against me, obviously was aroused by pain. A release and she too dropped her dress for my inspection. Her breasts were sagging but not grotesque, body showing some wrinkles but well taken care of. Her breasts were perfect for zippering. I reached in the bag and took out the string of clothespins held together by a small chain. Another groan from the audience indicating they knew what was coming next.

To be continued...



The Club



Chapter 1

The last yellow rays of late afternoon sun cut through the old, leaded windows of the student union and caught Barb in the eyes as she sat next to Janet. She squinted, took a sip of her coke, and said, "Let's scoot around a little. The sun's starting to hit me in the eyes."

Janet moved her chair part way around the circular table, pulling her plate with her, and quipped, "And I thought it was just your naturally shining personality."

Barb made a face at her and moved her own plate and drink around so she was out of the sun. It was early May and the sun was just now setting at nearly seven thirty. Outside, students walked past the Union building in the warm spring air. "I just couldn't face the thought of dorm food tonight," Barb said, as she picked up her cheeseburger.

"Yeah, me, either," Janet agreed. "I know we already paid for it, but there's a limit to how many chicken and noodle dishes I can take. Have you noticed that when we have chicken a second or third time during the week, it seems to have more garlic in it each time?"

"What's the matter with that?" Barb asked. "Charles not like the way you taste afterwards?"

Janet giggled. "As a matter of fact, his dorm does it too and as long as both of us have it the same night, we don't seem to notice." Then she grinned. "And even if we did notice we're both too busy to care."

"You do get along well with him, don't you? You two have been together all semester, haven't you?"

"And half of last semester. I haven't been out with any one else since last October."

"Getting serious, are you?" Barb teased.

Janet turned a little red. "Maybe, she mumbled. Anyway, it's fun finding out if we will."

"I know what you mean," Barb said. "James and I have been together since last year. We still aren't sure if it's going to be permanent, but neither of us wants to change anything right now." She took another drink of coke. "Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. With all the end of semester papers and tests, we haven't been able to spend any time together during the week and I, for one, am getting awfully horny."

"No, kidding," Janet shot back. "I'm about to go up the walls myself. Say, you know that girl, Laura, in my psyc class? The tall blonde? Well, we were talking earlier and she was telling me how she'd pledged a sorority this semester. Anyway she was telling me about their initiation Saturday before last. Among other things they had to strip down to their panties and each was paddled with one of those wooden paddles the pledges all have to carry. But what she said that surprised me was that the paddling really turned her on. She said she was dripping before it was over and couldn't wait to get alone to, as she said, find some relief. She then got her boyfriend to use the paddle on her last weekend and said it was the hottest sex they'd ever had. I know it sound's kind of kinky, but she's got me to wondering if it's possible someone might really like that kind of thing." She hesitated a second and, looking a little embarrassed, added, "I'm even thinking of getting Charles to spank me and see if I like it."

Barb grinned at her. "Ready to get into the whips and chains stuff, huh?" she teased.

Janet turned a little more red. "No, no. It's just that she seemed so wound up about it, I was wondering. Maybe I should just forget about it."

Barb looked directly at her. "No, don't forget about it. She's right. I found out I love it."

Janet's head popped up. "You mean you've tried it? When? How?"

Barb glanced around to be sure they weren't being listened to, but they were by themselves in the corner. "Well, my birthday was in March and James took me out to dinner and afterwards we went back to his apartment. He talked me into a birthday spanking. An old tradition, and so on. Well, I finally agreed and he had me lie over his lap. What I hadn't expected was that it was going to be a bare bottom spanking. He held my hands and pulled my skirt up and pants down and laid twenty hard swats across my ass. It hurt like hell, but when he was done, my pussy was soaked and I practically raped him. We've tried it several time since and it's really turned me on each time. He seems to get really hot doing it, too."

"Wow!" Janet exclaimed. "I guess I will have to get Charles to try it. I just hope he doesn't think I'm perverted or anything."

"Don't worry. I think all men get hot at the idea of spanking a girl. And I'll admit that now that I've tried it, the thought of it turns me on, too." Just then Barb noticed a tall blonde walking into the room with a tray. She waved and said, "There's Liz."

Janet looked behind her and, seeing their friend, waved her over. As Liz set her tray down and pulled out a chair, she said, "Hi. What are you two guys so busy discussing?"

Before Janet could think of a response, Barb put in, "We were just discussing if Janet can get Charles to try spanking her ass tomorrow night."

Janet turned bright red and opened her mouth, but couldn't think of a thing to say. Before any sounds could come out, Liz said, "You mean you've never tried it before? Believe me, it starts some of the hottest sex possible. And it's almost as good when I spank Rick, but not quite."

Now both of the other girls stared at Liz. Janet was still flustered, thinking she must be the only coed in the world who hadn't tried this form of sex play, when Barb said, "You spank Rick? I hadn't thought of trying it that way, but the idea does sound tempting."

"Oh, we trade off, but I like being on the receiving end better," Liz answered. It's especially hot when he ties me down first."

Both of the other girls looked at Liz. They were well aware that Liz was probably the most extroverted and daring of all of their friends, but, even though she often talked about her sex life with Rick, this aspect had never come up before. Finally, Janet was able to get out, "You mean you've tried bondage, too?"

"Sure," Liz replied. "Remember, Rick and I love sex and neither of us is afraid to try new stuff. A couple of times we've found something we didn't care for, but mostly we find the variety exciting. And I will say we've never involved anyone else. Just the two of us. But bondage is one of the things that turn us both on the most. You can't imagine how hot it is to be tied naked on the bed while a sexy man beats your bare ass with a leather belt and then fucks you while you're still tied helplessly. But, look, don't think we're too far gone. We never play hard enough to do any real damage and we use safewords so the victim can stop things anytime."

Barb had gotten a sort of glassy look in her eyes and murmured, "That does sound hot. Maybe we'll have to try it, too. Have you guys tried any other kinky stuff?"

"A few things," Liz admitted. "But there are still a lot left." She laughed. "Rick has been wanting to try anal sex, but I'm still kind of afraid it'll hurt too much."

"Same here," Barb echoed. "I'm sure James would love it. And it does sound interesting, but I'm not sure I really want to try it."

Without even thinking Janet blurted out, "You mean there's something you guys haven't tried but I have?" Then she realized what she had said and jerked her hand up to her mouth.

Barb and Liz looked at her with real interested. Almost together Barb said, "you mean you've tried anal?" and Liz, leaning forward, asked, "You've taken it up the rear? How is it?"

Janet overcame her embarrassment and answered, "Yeah, OK, Charles and I have tried it. In fact we usually manage at least once every other week or so. If the man is careful and doesn't rush things - and uses plenty of lube - it really doesn't hurt at all and the feeling is indescribable. There's nothing like it."

"How did you happen to try this?" Liz asked.

"Well," Janet began, "Charles had hinted at wanting to try a couple of times and I finally decided to give it to him for his birthday a couple of months ago. Turned out it was as much a present for me as for him."

"You mean it really doesn't hurt?" Barb asked.

"No, not really. It does stretch you a lot and you feel really full, but if you use a lot of KY or Vaseline and the guy takes it slow, it doesn't really hurt. Actually I've found I really love it." In her mind Janet was beginning to wonder if it might not be even better if she was tied down and maybe even had her ass spanked first, but she didn't say this.

Liz sat back and a big grin crossed her face. "Well, I know what I plan to be doing this weekend. How about you, Barb?"

Barb was not quite as comfortable as Liz in talking about her own sex life, but she had to admit that the idea did fascinate her. She cautiously said, "Well, I'll admit I'll think about it."

"Probably constantly now," Liz teased.

To herself, Barb admitted this was probably true. After a few seconds she changed the subject and said, "I'll be glad when the next two weeks are past and finals are over. The pressure this year seems twice as bad as the last two. I expect I'll be all nerves and all on edge by the time I finish."

The other two nodded. All three were juniors and their courses had seemed quite a bit harder than the first two years. Janet asked, "When are you finished?"

"My last exam is over on Tuesday afternoon," Barb replied. "What about you two?"

"I'm not done until Wednesday morning," Janet said.

"I finish up Wednesday about noon," Liz replied. "What about the guys? I know Rick is finished early Tuesday afternoon."

"I think both are done on Wednesday morning, too. I know Charles is. Didn't he say James was done then also?" Barb nodded.

"OK," Liz said. "For once it looks like we're all done early in the week. Why don't we get together right after everyone finishes up and let off a little steam. I know I'll need to depressurize by then."

"That sounds great," Janet exclaimed.

Barb nodded and said, "I'm in. What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know," Liz replied. "It's just that we'll all need to relax a little and it'll be the last time we can get together before school's out for the summer. I'll talk to Rick and maybe we can think of something."

After a few more minutes Janet finally said, "Look, guys, I've got an exam tomorrow morning. I'd better get back and hit the books again."

"Me, too," Liz admitted. Liz liked to come across as unconcerned and carefree, but both girls knew she was a serious student and worked hard to hold her high gradepoint.

Barb added, "And I'd better get to work on that paper. I expect we're all going to be pretty busy the next week and a half, but let's meet here for dinner next Thursday. Maybe we'll have some ideas for a party or some such by then and it'll give us another break from garlic chicken."

Janet laughed and Liz looked a little puzzled by the remark, but both agreed to meet in a week.

The next week was extremely busy and the three managed only a couple of short phone calls, but just before six on Thursday they met in the Union longue and soon were back at the same table with their food.

When they had settled in to their meal, Barb asked, "Well, did either of you have any ideas about what we can do next Wednesday? I asked James and he's willing to go along with most anything."

Liz looked at Janet who didn't say anything and then she started, "Well, Rick had an idea but he said he needed to check on something first. He said he'd let me know tomorrow night. What about Charles?"

"He didn't have any suggestions," Janet replied, "but he thought it was a good idea. If you two have come up with something, we'll go along. Anything to break the tension."

"OK, I'll give you two a call on Saturday to tell you what Rick has thought up. Wait, better make that Sunday. I don't expect to be up very early on Saturday - I mean Rick and I need to break some tension now - and I really will have to hit the books on Saturday afternoon. I've got my first exam Sunday at one. I'll call you Sunday afternoon when I'm done."

"That sounds good," Janet agreed. Then she added, "Break the tension, huh? Did you let Rick break something else last week?"

Liz laughed. "Well, nothing broke, but something sure stretched." All three laughed. "You're right, Janet. There's nothing like it. Especially when you're tied down."

Janet squeezed her legs together at the picture forming in her mind. Liz went on. "What about you, Barb? And did you get your ass warmed, Jan?"

Barb and Janet both turned a little red. "Yeah, we tried it," Barb said. "I'll admit I was still pretty scared at first but, like you said, Jan, it didn't really hurt and I can't believe how hard I came. And James loved it, too."

Both girls looked over at Janet. "OK," she said. "Yeah, I got my bottom spanked. And it is as hot as you both said. In fact I got it warmed three times and the third time, Charles tied my hands behind my back first. I'll admit, I'm hooked." Then she looked at the other two and added, "Look. You two don't think that there's anything wrong with us for liking this stuff, do you? I mean a lot of people would think we're really perverted to want it."

Liz turned serious. "As long as it's just a game and no one really gets hurt, no, there's nothing wrong with it. Rick and I talked a lot about that at the beginning. Most people who would think we're perverted are probably so hung up on other things that they could never understand. We're just playing games. Didn't you two play cowboys or spies or some such when you were little? This is just the adult version. No one gets hurt, there's no real damage, and we all like it. Right?"

Barb nodded agreement and Janet said, "Yeah, OK, I guess you're right. I suppose it's just the old 'this is two good not to be wrong' kind of thing."

Barb giggled. "Yeah, and as long as we're over eighteen it's not illegal or even fattening."

The other two laughed and the conversion turned a little less serious.

On Sunday afternoon Liz called Barb. "Rick said whatever he had in mind will work out, but he didn't want to tell me what it is. Said it might spoil the surprise. He'll tell everyone when we meet Wednesday afternoon and if we don't like it, he said it wouldn't be a problem and we could do something else. I told Janet and she said that would be OK with Charles and her."

"I guess I can go along with that," Barb replied. "You don't have any idea what he has in mind?"

"Afraid not," Liz answered. "But knowing Rick, it'll probably be fun and something different."

"OK, I'm going to be too busy until then to worry about it. I'd better get back to the books. See you Wednesday."

"OK, bye."

Wednesday morning dawned with a clear, blue sky and the promise of the season's first real heat by afternoon. Highs in the low eighties were predicted. Janet had two exams and spent most of the morning inside a windowless lecture hall filling a blue book with what she hoped were the right answers. Or, if not the right answers, at least the ones the professors wanted to see. At eleven thirty the proctor called time on her last exam and, with a sigh of relief, Janet passed her blue book forward and gathered her stuff.

When she stepped out of the building, it was into a blazing noon and a breath of hot air. The sudden warmth actually seemed to relax her tensed shoulders, but she could still feel the internal tension and the acute need to scream or run in circles or something to let off steam. Instead she headed towards the union where the six had agreed to meet.

As she turned in that direction, an arm suddenly encircled her waist. She looked up into Charles' smiling face. He quickly bent and kissed her on the lips. Then he asked, "How was it?"

"Not too bad, really. At least I think I did pretty well. How was yours?"

"About the same. I guess we'll just have to wait a week or so to find out for sure, but I'm pretty confident. Say, any more idea what Rick and Liz have in mind?"

"No, and I don't think Liz has any idea either. Come on, I was just heading over there. We'll find out pretty soon."

"Well, I don't care as long as it gives me some time alone with you and that delicious body of yours."

"Charles!" Janet quickly looked around to see if anyone had overheard. She wasn't really embarrassed or bothered by the remark. She had found that most college students talked about sex a lot, either directly or indirectly. But a midwestern small town upbringing was hard to completely lose. When she had seen that no one else was listening, she leaned over to Charles and said, "I'm sure that can be arranged. I may even let you tie me up and have your way with me." This was followed by a "helpless damsel" look which brought a laugh from Charles which Janet quickly joined.

As they walked into the Union building, Janet saw Barb just joining James and Rick at a table. She and Charles quickly went over to meet the others. Rick said, "Liz should be here any minute." He looked around the room and then added, "Here she is now."

In just a few seconds everyone was seated around the table. Rick said, "I've ordered us some pizza and coke. Come on and help me get it, Jim. It should be about ready." The two went off to the counter and the others exchanged comments about exams.

In just a couple of minutes, the two men were back with a couple of large pizzas and two pitchers of soft drink. "regular in this one, and diet over here," James said.

The six all helped themselves and when they were started, Liz finally asked, "OK, Rick, tell us what you've got in mind."

"Really?" Rick asked. "You mean right in front of all our friends and everything.

Liz stuck out her tongue at him. "I'm sure they already know about that. I mean what kind of a party or whatever have you been planning?"

"Road trip," Rick replied. Everyone looked interested. He went on, "There's this guy I work with. His family has a cabin up in the mountains about two hours from here. His family owns it, but he's the only one who has used it in years. I think his father is in a wheelchair or something, but, anyway, he's letting us borrow it if we want."

Liz immediately said, "That sounds great! What do you guys think? Ready for some good old Virginia mountain air?"

The other four answered almost at once. "Sounds good to me." "I could go for that." "We can take my van." "When do we leave."

"Well," Rick said, "I guess the idea meets with approval. OK, Charlie, when we finish here, you go get your van and everyone grab a few clothes. He stopped and looked at the girls. "In the case of you girls, the fewer the better." Ignoring their looks, he went on, "We'll meet outside Case Hall in, say, forty minutes. That sound OK?"

Everyone agreed and Janet asked more about the place. "I've never been there, remember," Rick said. "But Joe told me it's about five miles out from some small town - I've got the directions written down somewhere - and back in the woods. I have the idea it's out by itself. He did say there was electricity and water and a TV and stereo and stuff, so we won't have to rough it. We'll just stop on the way out at Safeway and pick up some food. There should be dishes and cooking stuff up there."

They soon finished and everyone left to get their stuff. About forty-five minutes later, Janet walked up in front of Case with her small backpack and tossed it into the back of Charles' van. Everyone but Rick was already there and she joined Charles in the front seat. Barb and James were in the rear and Liz was waiting - a little impatiently, it looked - in the middle seat. Just as Janet sat down, Rick came running up with his own pack. He tossed it into the van and joined Liz. "Sorry I'm late. I had trouble finding where I put the directions and the key."

"How careless," Liz teased. "I'll have to think of some fitting punishment for that." Then she whispered something in Rick's ear and he grinned. Janet couldn't hear what she said and her imagination began to run wild, but she held herself in check and looked straight ahead.




The Club



Chapter 1

"OK, everyone, let's roll," Charles said. "I guess we might as well stop at the Safeway near campus. At least we know where everything is in there."

"Sounds good," Rick replied. "What does everyone want for dinner?"

No one answered right away until finally someone said, "How about hamburgers?" This was echoed with agreement.

When the van pulled into the supermarket parking lot, Rick, James, and Charles went in to get food and the three girls remained in the van. "Any idea what there is to do up there?" Barb asked Liz.

"Nope. At least not what to do in public." This brought a laugh. "Rick hasn't told me anything about it. And, really, I don't think he knows either. He said there's a TV and stereo. We can probably find some CDs and dance." Then she added with a leer in her voice, "That's always a good warm-up."

Laughing, Barb said, "You sound as horny as I am. Didn't get any last week?"

"Well, it has been several days," Liz said. "Rick didn't say, but I hope there are three bedrooms. Even if you two are my best friends, I don't intend to spend the night with you."

"And to think that I had been planning for us to sit around trying out new hair styles," Janet threw in. "I guess I'll just have to find something to do with Charles."

"I'll bet you have a lot of things in mind to do with Charles, don't you?" Then Liz added, "Or maybe for Charles to do with you."

"Well, I'm sure we can find something to do," Barb said. "I, for one, didn't bring a book. Did you two."

"Not likely," Janet said. "I've had enough books for a little while."

Just then they saw the guys coming back with three bags of groceries. As they put them into the van behind the back seat, Liz asked, "Did you get enough to last til breakfast?"

Charles answered, "We might have to ration it a little, but we'll survive."

Barb had leaned over the back seat and was looking into the bags. "Oh, good, potato salad. And chocolate chip cookies."

"Just hold off until we get there," James said as he climbed into the seat beside her. "You'll see soon enough."

They started out once more and soon were climbing into the mountains. Even though it was more like summer in the lowlands, and though the air was still hot even as they climbed, the woods surrounding the highway looked more like spring. The higher they went, the more obvious this was. After a little while, conversation died down and they settled in for the long ride. Janet leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. The tension of the last couple of weeks was definitely still there, but she felt herself begin to relax a little and drifted almost into sleep. Vaguely she was aware of some movement and quiet sounds from the back couple of seats, but Charles was driving and she let herself almost doze off.

She came awake as the van slowed and pulled into a rest area. "Pit stop," Charles called. Janet sat up and looked around. It was apparent that the two couples in the rear had been necking and now began to untangle themselves.

Everyone got out and headed for the restrooms. The stop was deserted, which wasn't too unusual for a weekday afternoon. When everyone had come back out and stretched a little, they began to pile back into the van. Charles suddenly tossed the keys to Rick and said, "Here. You drive for a while. You know the directions and, besides, I want a chance to neck, too."

"Sorry," Liz quickly put in. "I'm going up front with Rick.

"I didn't mean with you, Silly," Charles said.

"Oh. My mistake," Liz kidded.

"No, he's definitely mine," Janet said. When there were just the six of them together, Janet didn't mind the direct talk or teasing. She still had a problem with opening up in what she still thought of as "public" - although campus wasn't the same as public - but she could easily trade sexy remarks and jokes with the others without any hesitation.

They pulled out of the rest area and started out again. Janet found Charles hadn't been kidding and was soon lost in a long, deep kiss with him. His hand slipped up between them and covered her right breast through her light shirt. For the next half hour or so they held each other like that, kissing or just snuggling. Finally, Rick said, "I think this is the last town coming up here."

Janet and Charles straightened up a little and Janet became aware that Barb and James in the back seat were doing the same. Through the windshield she could see a couple of houses and then a gas station, a small grocery store, and something that had fishing supplies and bait and might have sold hardware or farm supples. Then the town was past and Rick said, "There should be a road off to the right in a half mile or so."

"There it is," Liz suddenly called and Rick slowed the van and turned onto the narrow strip of asphalt. They followed the winding road for about three and a half miles until it ended in a circular turn around.

There were four small gravel roads leading off from the end of the asphalt. "We're supposed to follow the second one from the right," Rick said. "The cabin should be about 1.2 miles from here." With this he swung the van onto the track and, at about fifteen miles per hour, started down the narrow trail.

The track led through the woods with no sign of civilization except the road itself and a set of wires on poles along side. "Should be almost there," Rick said. "Probably around that turn up there."

The van swung around the turn and emerged into a cleared area. Rick pulled to a stop and everyone climbed out and stared. In front of them was a cabin, all right. If you could really call this building a cabin. It was log construction, but looked in perfect repair. The porch in front ran the width of the building, about forty feet. They could see a large deck behind the building, about half of it enclosed in screen. The entire building was set on a hillside and the rear deck was about ten feet above the ground. A set of stairs led down from the open part of the deck and onto a path which continued on down the hill through a grassy field to end at a wide wood dock at the edge of a lake. Looking out at the lake, Janet decided it must be at least a mile or two long and probably almost a half mile across. She could see no other sign of people and the only structures were a couple of other docks, the nearest nearly hidden behind a point a good half mile distant.

"Is this really the place?" Barb asked. "I mean, we didn't stumble into some millionaire's private estate, did we?"

"Nope, this must be it," Rick said. "There on the porch. See the sign? 'Richardson'" That's Joe's name. If this key fits, we'll know for sure."

The six headed up the front steps and waited while Rick tried the key. It turned without a sound and he opened the door. He turned and grinned at them and they all went inside.

Janet found herself in a large living room facing a huge stone fireplace off to her left. There were two love seats, a couch and several chairs arranged facing the fireplace. She also noticed over to the side of the stonework, a large wood cabinet which probably held the entertainment center. A wide expanse of windows looked out onto the woods and over the lake. Directly in front was a large dining table which could probably seat ten. To the right as she entered she could see through a door to the kitchen. There was a set of stairs just to the left of the door which led up to an upstairs area with a balcony overlooking the large room. The balcony surrounded the room on three sides and two doors stood at the two ends. Janet guessed these led to bed rooms.

The three couples began to explore. The kitchen had new looking appliances: A good sized refrigerator, a gas stove, and a stainless sink. A large bath was located off the kitchen. A second door led from the kitchen through a pantry/storage room and on out onto the covered part of the deck. The two upstairs doors did, indeed, lead to two bedrooms which were located above the screened deck, each with its own bath and shower, each with its own spectacular view of the lake. Even from up here she could only see the two docks she had noted earlier. The rest appeared to be undisturbed woodland.

After wandering around awhile, the guys went out and brought in the groceries and while the girls put stuff away in the kitchen, they returned for everyone's packs. As the men came back in, Liz was reaching for the last small sack. She reached inside and pulled out two bottles of Champagne. "Ah, I see you are planning to get us drunk so we'll let down our inhibitions. Then you'll probably want your way with us, you cads." She spoiled it by not being able to keep a straight face and soon everyone was laughing.

"I didn't think you had any inhibitions, Liz," Barb said. "I doubt if they'd need the Champagne for that."

"Well, whatever the reason, I'm glad they got it," Liz replied. Here, I'll put it in the fridge for later.

The guys had set all the packs in the corner of the living room. "Come on, let's go take a closer look at the lake," Charles called, and everyone headed down the slope out back.

They all gathered on the wood dock, which was nearly twenty feet long and ten wide. "That looks awfully inviting," Barb remarked. "I'd love a swim, but no one said to bring a suit."

"We don't mind," Rick said. "Go ahead."

"I don't think so," Barb replied.

"What's the matter? Never been skinny dipping?" Charles teased. "You can always keep your underwear on." Then he added maliciously, "That is, if you're wearing any."

"You men go ahead if you want," Barb said. Then, looking at Charles, she added, "That is, if you've got the nerve."

The challenge hung in the air for a few seconds and then Rick said, "Come on, guys. Let then stay hot and dry if they want." He started to unbutton his shirt and Charles and James quickly joined him.

Suddenly Liz said, "Oh, what the hell. Come on girls, you aren't afraid to show your tits, are you?" She pulled her tee shirt over her head and her large, firm breasts were suddenly free, standing out from her chest. She made no move to hide them and all three men stared at her. She unfastened the zipper on her shorts and let them drop to the ground, leaving her in only a skimpy pair of bikini panties. She turned to the other two women and said, "Look at them, just frozen there. I guess they're just all talk. Come on, let's the three of us go for a swim."

Barb shrugged her shoulders and began to unbutton her own shirt. Janet hesitated a second and followed suit. This seemed to break the spell and the three men resumed removing their own clothes. Soon the three women were all down to their pants - and none of them wore much in the way of panties: Liz's were typical. They dove off the dock and were followed seconds later by the men. Although they were trying to hide it, Janet - and she was sure the other two - saw that the men all seemed to have something pushing their briefs out. She giggled to herself. At least they couldn't see her excitement.

For the next half hour the six young people splashed around, each of the couples playing a little grab ass and kissing a bit. There was no real sex and soon everyone relaxed and settled down to just have fun. Finally, Liz went back to the edge of the dock. "I don't know about you guys, but the water still seems pretty cold to me." With that she pulled herself up onto the dock and stretched out, face down, in the hot sun. "Ah, that's definitely better," she said. "Now if I just had someone to rub my back."

Rick took the hint and pulled himself out. He moved over and lay down beside Liz and began to rub her back. Soon the other two couples came out and each moved to their own spots in the sun. Janet lay on the warm wood, the hot sun drying her back, and Charles gently stroking her from shoulders to waist. He made no attempt to do anything else, and, in fact, neither did any of the others. They were just six friends relaxing in the sun. They just happened to be nearly naked. Janet was aware of the warm wood surface against her bare breasts, but surprising, wasn't really bothered by the presence of the other two couples. Still a little puzzled by her own reaction, she drifted into a half sleeping state until finally she heard Liz say, "I'm going for one more quick swim and then get back inside. It's beginning to cool off a little.

Janet lifted her head and watched as Liz stood, quite comfortable with her own near nudity, stretched and then dove into the lake. She started to swim out from the dock and Janet looked over at Barb who was also watching Liz. A look was exchanged and almost together the two girls stood, stretched, and followed Liz out into the lake. The men just watched as the three lovely young women swam out and back and then clung to the edge of the dock. Rick suddenly stood and went to give Liz a hand climbing out. Charles and James were only seconds behind him. They picked up their clothes, but didn't put them on and soon all six were climbing the hill back to the cabin.

Once inside the three girls grabbed their packs and headed into the big bath with it's large shower, leaving the men behind. Rick just shook his head and looked at the other two. "Come on, I guess we can use the showers upstairs."

In ten minutes or so everyone - now once again dressed in shorts and shirts - started to drift back into the living room. When everyone was there, Rick said, "I suppose we should pick out rooms so we can get our stuff out of the way. The big couch in here opens out, so we have three rooms. Who wants what?"

"Tell you what," Charles said, "let's draw for them." He pulled a pad of paper from the table top and tore off three small sheets. "I'll mark them 'up-south, up-north, and living room' and we can let the girls draw. He wrote on each sheet and then folded them. Someone handed him a mug and he put the three sheets inside and handed the mug to James who held it out for the women. Liz reached in and drew a paper slip, followed by Janet and Barb.

As they unfolded the sheets, Liz turned towards Rick and said, "Looks like we get the couch, lover. But, then, that means we have the fireplace, too, so I guess that's fair." Everyone moved their things, Janet and Charles to the north room, Barb and James to the south. Liz and Rick moved their packs into the corner of the living room.

"OK," Barb said, "If one of you guys wants to start that nice gas grill I saw on the deck, we'll get some burgers ready." The three women headed into the kitchen and the men started on out towards the deck. In about ten minutes the women carried out the food: potato salad, some fruit, a couple of kinds of chips, and a plate of hamburger patties. Barb took the hamburgers over to the grill while the other two put the rest of the food on the long picnic-type table in the screened part of the deck. They went back inside while James started grilling the meat and soon returned with some cold drinks. "The wine is for later," Barb said as she put the cokes onto the table.

As they ate and watched the sun go down over the lake in a spectacular array of color, the high pressures of finals' week seemed to dematerialize and the tension leaving the six was an almost visible thing. When the food was finished, Barb and Liz cleared the dishes and brought out more coke and chips. Although the cabin was fully equipped with electric lights, they preferred to remain sitting in the growing darkness watching the emerging stars. The woods began to fill with the sounds of the spring peeper frogs and a variety of insects. About nine the moon, now a few days past full, began to rise. When it's light hit the lake's surface, a pearly glow seemed to fill the surrounding forest.

All six were dressed in shorts and light tops. Finally Liz, who was wearing a very short pair of cutoffs and a thin shirt which ended below her breasts leaving some six inches of bare midriff, stood and said, "Well, even if no one else is going to say anything, I'll give you guys two choices: Either we move inside and build a fire in the fireplace or I'm going to go put on some more clothes." Janet and Barb murmured agreement.

Immediately Rick replied, "Definitely a fire."

He was followed hardly an instant later by Charles, "I'll get some wood." and James with, "A fire, by all means."

The three girls laughed and picked up the remaining food and headed inside closely followed by the men.

Ten minutes later as the fire was beginning to take hold Janet was looking through the cabinets next to the fireplace. There was a TV, stereo, and VCR, but there were also a number of other items including cards and some board games. Suddenly she spied a familiar blue box and pulled it out. Turning to the others and holding it up she called, "Hey, guys, look what I found."

The six of them had spent many evenings in answering the thousands of questions contained in the Trivial Pursuit game and they all enjoyed it. Half the fun was in the competition and the other was in the wisecracks they made in response to the questions and answers. Upon seeing the game, everyone made enthusiastic responses. The three men pulled a small, round game table over in front of the fireplace and Janet began to set out the game while Barb and Liz went into the kitchen to get some more snacks. They quickly returned with bowls of chips and nuts as well as six glasses and one of the bottles of chilled Champagne.

They usually played as teams, men against the women, and decided to do the same this time. The first game was closely fought amid storms of laughter and some increasingly ribald comments as the tensions of the last few weeks finally disappeared.

Some time during it, Rick went for the second bottle of wine and, while split between six people, two bottles couldn't have any real effect, it did considerable to relax them. When the girls gave the correct answer to the final question winning the game, the men called for an immediate rematch. Everyone agreed and then, while the pieces were being set up again, Barb said, "We should have a bet to make this more interesting, What would you guys like to loose?"

Charles started, "I doubt if we'll be the ones losing, so what do you suggest?"

The girls had started to put their heads together to come up with a suggestion, when Rick suddenly said, "I've got an idea. Let's play for clothes."

Everyone turned to look at him as, still flushed with the effects of the wine - as was everyone else - he said, "You know. Like strip poker. We'll play short game rules and each time the losing team has to take off an article of clothing."

Liz answered, "We're only wearing three pieces." Everyone had taken off their shoes and socks and were now dressed only in shorts and tops. The third item was underwear, and, as the girls didn't have on bras, men and women were evenly matched.

"That's right," Rick answered. "What's the matter? Didn't mind skinny dipping, but afraid you might lose now?"

Liz turned and looked at the other two women. Slowly she drawled, "Well, how about it girls. Want to see what these guys were hiding this afternoon?"

This seemed to be moving awfully fast to Janet. The six of them had done a lot of things together, but never anything like this. But then they had never been swimming half nude before this afternoon. Janet wasn't sure if it was the wine or, more likely, just the surreal atmosphere of relaxed tensions after the past few weeks of intense concentration, but whatever the reason, the idea excited her. She looked at Barb who seemed to be thinking along the same lines. Then she turned back to Liz and said, "All right, but the loser can't just take it off. He has to stand up and show."

A mild look of surprise crossed Liz's face for a fraction of a second, but then she looked at Barb and got a look of acceptance, if not wild enthusiasm. She turned to the men and, smiling, said, "OK, you guys, it's a bet. We play until one side is stripped all the way down."




The Club



Now the men looked a little uncertain, but no one was going to back down from this challenge. And anyway the chance to see these three lovely women naked was too much to pass up. All three smiled and agreed to the terms.

Short game rules usually resulted in a round which lasted no longer than twenty minutes. The first round went to the women again and the men all removed their shirts. By now the fire had warmed the room and as each of the men removed his shirt and slowly turned with his hands behind his head, Janet noticed some slight glimmers of sweat.

It looked like the second round was about to go for the women also, when they missed an easy answer and then the men had a run of four correct. Each of the women had to remove her shirt and, as usual, Liz was the leader. She stood, pulled the shortened tee shirt over her head and then placing her hands behind her head, did a slow turn, sticking out her chest and giving each of the men a spectacular view of her firmly shaped breasts. Janet thought to herself, "Well, it really isn't any different than this afternoon," and stood to unbutton her own shirt. As she removed it she was surprised to feel a strong surge of excitement. She lifted her hands to the clasp them behind her neck and slowly turned around. Her nipples were beginning to harden and stick out, and she could feel an intense warming sensation between her legs. Barb followed her and as she turned in display, Janet noticed her nipples were also hard and engorged.

Not surprisingly the men were somewhat distracted by the feminine display of beauty and missed several easy answers during the new round. The result was that each removed his cutoffs and again turned in display, this time wearing only briefs. "Briefs and hard-ons," thought Janet as she stared hungrily at the display.

This time the women were more distracted and soon were showing off their own bodies clad only in bikini panties. The sexual tension in the room was now unbelievable. Janet was sure everyone could smell her arousal, but it wasn't necessary to smell anything so see the state of the men's interest.

The fifth round again went to the men. Liz, followed by Barb and finally Janet, stripped off the panties and then slowly displayed herself clad only in a smile. Janet was still surprised by how much this was turning her on. She'd better get Charles alone pretty soon or she might rape him right here and now. As she finished her own wanton display she thought the game was over until Liz said, "All right, you guys. You won but you need to give us another round to get even. OK?"

James answered, "OK, but what do we get if we win?"

Liz looked around at the other two, then back at the men. "What do you want?" she asked.

Everyone, including Charles, froze with surprise when he said, "If we win we get to spank you."

The air seemed thick enough to cut, thick enough to see. For maybe twenty seconds no one said anything. Then Barb timidly asked, "What exactly do you mean? Who spanks whom and how much?"

Charles glanced at the other two men and then said, "Each of us spank our own girl. And I don't know. Say fifteen swats?"

Everyone's breath was coming short and shallow now. The men's briefs were doing nothing to hide their thoughts and Janet felt soaked and was sure the others were also. She looked at Liz, the apparently appointed spokesperson, and nodded slightly. Barb followed her lead and did the same. Liz then turned to the men and said, "OK. Agreed."

This round lasted twenty five minutes until finally the women triumphed. Slowly each man stood and stripped off his briefs and again turned full circle, holding his hands behind his back. Each of the men displayed a cock, not only erect, but rock hard and sticking straight out. By now everyone was nearly panting with each breath and finally Charles said, "Want one more round? For the same stakes. Spanking."

Everyone looked at everyone else, but no one said a word. Finally Liz said breathlessly, "Yes. Last round and winners spank the losers." This seemed to break the spell holding everyone frozen. As the questions came the two teams stayed nearly even until finally the men beat the women to the last correct answer.

Everyone sat still for half a minute until finally Rick said, "Your idea, Charles. You go first." Janet felt her heart skip a beat as the men leaned together and Rick said something else. All three men nodded and Rick stood up and went over to his pack to dig something out. Charles dragged a straight backed chair over from the dining table and sat it in the open. Rick returned and handed something to each of the other men. As Charles started towards her, Janet saw that the something was a length of velvet ribbon, about an inch wide and three or four feet long. From their own games she knew what this was for and wasn't surprised when Charles used it to tie her hands securely together behind her back. She looked around and found that Rick and James had done the same to Liz and Barb.

Now Charles sat on the straight chair and beckoned to Janet. As she moved to stand in front of him, painfully aware that she was bound, totally naked, and about to be spanked in front of her friends, Janet also realized that she wasn't sure she had ever felt this hot. Her arousal seemed a live thing, taking over any rational thought. Charles said, "I'll give you a choice: fifteen hard or you can have a warmup of five and then the fifteen hard swats. Which will it be?"

Janet felt her pussy contract hard. She was aware that the other four had gathered in a semicircle about four feet behind her and were watching every move. "I'll take the warm up," she said.

"All right," Charles said. "You know the position." As Janet moved beside the chair, he helped her lie across his lap. He positioned her so that his cock was trapped between her thighs and her ass was directly in front of him and directly under his hand. He brought the first stroke down with a slap the seemed to echo in the quiet room. In reality it wasn't very hard and, even though Janet sucked in her breath, it was more from surprise than pain. The next four became progressively harder, but the sixth was the first blow which really hurt, causing Janet to cry out. By the time the fifteenth of the hard swats had landed, Janet was openly crying, but also grinding her hips against Charles' bare flesh.

After the last blow, Charles stood Janet back up. Then he stood to face her and clasped her in a tight embrace and deeply French kissed her. Janet responded with an intensity that surprised both Charles and her. As they broke the kiss the other two men applauded and cheered. Charles led her, still tied and with her bottom red and burning, back to the circle of onlookers and said, "All right, James. Your turn."

James led Barb, who looked both scared and eager, to the chair and gave her the same choice. Barb also elected to receive a total of twenty so she could have the warm up strokes. As her nude form was draped across James' bare lap, Janet could see that she was flushed and seemed to have trouble holding herself still. The spanking proceeded much as Janet's had and by the time it was over, Barb was squirming against James as the flow of tears washed down her face. James gave her a "full body kiss" like Janet had received and then said, "Your turn, Rick."

All of the women had slim, athletic builds and excellent figures, but Liz, at five nine was the tallest with legs that seemed almost too long for even her height. She also had large breasts which were far more firm than could be expected and stuck out proudly. Now, as she approached the seated Rick, Janet thought she looked the ideal embodiment of a sex goddess. She seemed flushed and practically glowed with the heat of her excitement. Rick didn't even ask but proceeded to give her the five warm up stokes, perhaps a little harder than the other two had received. When the sixth, and first of the fifteen hard strokes, landed it was accompanied by a sound like a shot. In response, Liz suddenly straightened and arched her back, but made only a sharp gasp of sound. The second stroke was even harder than the first and brought a slight cry from the bound girl in addition to the hard muscle contraction. The next thirteen were more severe than either of the other women had received, but Liz didn't complain despite the cries and a couple of screams they produced. When it was over and Rick stood to give her the now expected kiss, Liz pressed herself against him and used her tongue to push back as hard as Rick did. She ground her hips against him and squashed her breasts to him, rubbing her rock hard nipples against his chest.

After it seemed the kiss had gone on forever, they broke apart and seemed only slightly aware of the applause and whistles. Janet found herself rubbing against Charles and stretched up to whisper in his ear, "Let's go to bed."

Charles nodded, and said to the others, "I think we're going up. See you in the morning." James said something similar and Rick murmured some response, but it was obvious he was not paying attention to anything but the hot, naked, bound woman he held.

Charles and James led the two women, their hands still bound behind their backs, up the stairs and into the two bedrooms. Within minutes the house was filled with the sounds of sex, and it was another two hours before the last moans and cries finally quieted. As Janet was finally falling asleep, she thought, "I feel like such a wanton creature. I've never been this hot and the idea of those guys watching me has made me even hotter. What's wrong with me?"



The Club



Before I even post this, so readers will be gentle and not jump on what I get wrong, I have never been to BDSM club/bar, or even to a munch. This is the first chapter to a story I have ideas to write a fair amount about.

Any feedback about what it might really be like, very much appreciated. It's something I would love to explore. My character in this story is just a bit more Irish then I am.

I like writing about fantasies.

This one I just really don't know much about, as a newbie. I don't even know what kind of BDSM "activity" Minnesota has. We're maybe not bible belt area, but definitely not...non Vanilla.

This is going to start slow, warning if Y/you want instant erotic. I need to put plot and character in place. And good thing I don't really worry about points, lol. Because this start up chapter is likely to bomb if Y/you don't have patience for plot.

I would really like any information that T/those that know more then i do, could email me, to help me make this story better.

I can't believe I am finally doing this.

For once the techno computer online search for things has done more then merely annoy me and send me whimpering to my techno friends to come fix what I did that I shouldn't have.

I'm going to a club tonight.

I found it with the help of my laptop. And it only took me three or four hours of dead ends, missteps, and the wide eyed confusion of wondering what the hell does THIS have to do with the subject I am searching for?

I found the place almost a month ago. It's just taken me a while to find the courage to actually go.

I hate going to bars, clubs alone. I don't really have much of a choice though. I am recently divorced-if coming up on a year, is still recent. I moved into a small, ten unit apartment last fall. The other tenants are nice people, but there really isn't anyone likely to become my new best friend. I seem to fall into a category all of my own. I'm either younger or older then everyone else. And single where they're married with children. 

The first job I had after the divorce, I worked with a bunch of twenty something young men, and married people in their fifties. Really cool people, but no one I was going to ask to explore the night life with me.

Now I am working at an airport, with a bunch of twenty year old young women and the rare twenty something young male.. Another neat group, but yet again, not a good pool from which to find someone to do things with the rare free time I have.

I'm getting bored with just coming home after work every night and turning to my laptop. I am writing a lot. Which is good. There's every interest on earth to find sites to read about. And I have a pretty long contact list on both MSN and Yahoo. Weekdays I usually come home late enough and start work back up early again enough that going out just isn't a good idea. So I'm at least semi content to just curl up on my bed around my laptop and read, write, or chat.

But then the weekends come around.

I want to do things. I want to experience things. 

I'm not some bright eyed little twenty year old anymore. But I'm damn straight still young enough that I don't want to just settle into a rocking chair...which I actually do have, sighs...and take up knitting.

I'm freed now, to explore the things that were always a part of me that I tucked away during all those Vanilla years. I'm free. And gods above and below, I want. And I need. I'm searching for something. And I'm sure as hell not going to find it rocking sedately and knitting a fucking scarf.

For once my stupid boss actually remembered that I told him during the interview for the job that I didn't want to work Fridays. At least, that I could NOT work those every other Fridays because twice a month my 3 boys come and stay with me. He has been showing a tendency to throw me on the Friday schedule here and there the weeks I don't have my kids if he has a time slot to fill. I don't really mind. It's not like I really have much of a life. Nothing stopping me from working those Fridays that he wants to schedule me. More hours, more money. He stays away from the Fridays that he knows my boys are coming. So I just don't bother rocking the boat.

So I found myself home, this Thursday night. I only worked until nine so I was walking into my apartment not much past ten pm. I knew I didn't have to go back to work until one pm Monday. And I kicked my shoes of, dropped my purse and keys...and just kind of stood there. All these hours ahead of you girl. Nothing you have to do. No one looking to you for anything. No real responsibilities or tasks expected of you other then doing that bit of dishes and a few loads of laundry.

What are you going to do?

I snarled back at that hateful little voice. Probably going to do what I always do. I'll sleep a lot, maybe drink a little. I'll work on my stupid, unimportant little marsh mellow fluff writing. I'll read and I'll chat with all the nice people that I will never, ever meet.

I'll have a nice, mellow, basically dull weekend.

And then I thought. I could go there. To that place. Not like anything exciting would happen. Not like A/any would notice me. But I could get out of the apartment. I could do something different. Listen to some music. Maybe get to dance. And I could watch from shyly lowered eyes people that actually lived in the world that I wanted to be a part of.

I really didn't think I would do it. But it made that night a little more exciting. I did some writing, I went to the room I like so much. I just had a nice night. Simple and basically unexciting. The way my life does seem to be lately.

I stayed up pretty late that night. Was almost three am before things got so quiet with everyone leaving to go to sleep that being there just got too dull. After I logged off from there I wrote for a few hours. Tucked myself into bed just before the sun could rise enough to make falling asleep difficult.

It was my free weekend, so I lowered the shades. I didn't need that extra fail safe of blitzing sun searing my eyelids at 9 or 10 am as a back up towards getting to work on time. So this one time, I just slept, and my normally poised on the faint edge of exhaustion body got sated...for sleep at least.

It was almost 3 pm before I woke up.

I wake up hard. Like this fierce tug that just bites vicious and jerks me into awareness.

I hate how I usually wake. It's never gentle. I wake up and I explode into motion, frantically grabbing for one of my two or three alarm clocks, positive all of them failed and if I am not yet screwed and fired late for work then I at least better be dressed and bolting for the front door within ten minutes. I wake up, I guess, in the fight or flight pattern. Give me a few decades, that tendency will probably kill me with a stroke or heart attack. As it is at least lately, I always wake up with time...maybe only twenty minutes towards hitting that front door, but nothing that puts my job at risk.

So I did what I usually do every morning. I threw myself out of the bed and dove for the clothes I wear to work. If I am not horribly late when I glimpse the clock scrabbling for my shoes...then cool. I'll check the time and take a shower.

I wonder, if anyone other then people retired, wake up gently?

I'd poured myself into my jeans...I've lost some weight...working a lot and just having no interest in eating is a great weight loss plan for the recently divorced , always just was at home, eating when bored segment of thrown away wives.

I need new clothes. Just never seem to find the time to shop.

And after the time I was dashing for a bus, one hand holding my purse while the other hand rattled through it looking for my bus card...and realized just in time to defend my modesty, that my jeans were actually sliding down over my hips and were going to be pooling at my ankles if I didn't react quickly. I had to dig through my boxes of stored clothes and find a few pairs of jeans I hadn't worn in years.

So there I was, hopping around desperately trying to get my damn shoe on and not fall over and add more bruises to skin that takes a mark if looked at unkindly, when I froze, mid hop.

"Shit! It's Friday. I'm not working today. Oh fuck me sideways!" I threw the shoe at the wall and collapsed in a lazily happy heap on my living room floor. I briefly considered if I wanted to just go back to sleep...once I fought my way out of my killer clutching jeans. But I was awake and feeling perky. I didn't go to bed until almost six. But I had slept until three pm,. I was awake, damn it!

"So what do I want to do?" I mused, still in my boneless, happily lazy heap.

Well the list of possibilities made me wince and realize I really don't have a life when I'm not working or having my boys for the weekend.

So, what was I going to do?

The idea of actually going to that place hit me.

Why not? I had most of a week's worth of tips stuffed in various jean pockets. More then enough to get me there and back, and cash left over for a little drinking.

So, why not?

Well, my mind instantly jumped me with a huge list of reasons for why not.

I hate going to places alone. But I don't know anyone well enough to ask. And the one or two that I could maybe at least try to interest in a social outing, I wouldn't exactly be able to ask to a BDSM club. I'm shy in real life. Not with people I know. Or in work situations. But walking into a bar on my own, knowing half the place is looking over at the new arrival, wondering what they are thinking, it's always a miracle to me when I make it to a seat without tripping over my own feet.

I'm not that way in my chat room. I'm the sub who can never get away with using "smiles innocent or demure" without half the room laughing at the idea of bouncy little, always in trouble katt, managing to be either demure or innocent.

So I sat there still in my lazy, boneless heap. Just not quiet so happy anymore.

I hate being shy. I hate all the opportunities I know I have missed over the years because my shyness was more powerful then my desire for something;: be it a person or an opportunity to do something, explore something. I hate it.

"Yeah, who am I kidding?" I mumbled sullenly, propping my elbows on my thighs, my chin braced on my clutched together hands. "You're a timid little coward. You're not gonna do anything but make up fantasies about it at night to get to sleep. Maybe write a story or two about what could happen...if you weren't such a chicken shit little shy dork."

I continued berating myself in that vein for a while. (Good thing I live alone. It was probably quite the sight. A long legged blonde with bed head wild waist length hair sitting curled on her living floor, swearing at herself at the top of her lungs and waving her hands about in self disgust.) When I accidentally smacked myself in the nose, the small shock of pain froze me for a second. Then I exploded into giggles, seeing how ridiculous I was being. I was really a little too old for such silly temper tantrums.

After the giggles died away though, and I started to think about things in a calmer mood, I suddenly got really, really mad at the limitations my shyness has put around me all my life.

I went Irish.

That was probably an even more amusing sight, with me dashing around the apartment gathering up clothes, once again swearing and snarling at top volume, jumping into the shower, still swearing away like a crazy person. At least the whole water in my open mouth and the dangers of drowning shut me up on the half witted babbling I was doing.

When I go Irish, I do things. Sometimes that's really not good things. Like losing my temper with an online Dom and throwing the phone at the wall. Or telling Him to fuck off-and then throwing the phone at the wall. Getting a lot better with that. I haven't had to buy a new phone in six months.

But sometimes going Irish is a good thing. When I get mad enough at the meek, timid, shy side of me that intends to just curl up and let yet another opportunity pass me by. My Irish side is my wildkatt side. She is, as an irate Dom once roared at me over the phone, a heathen hellion little brat bitch. And that isn't always bad. That side of me has given me strength time after time. She's probably even saved my life a time or two, when the whole curl up and be scared and timid would have seen me destroyed.

And triggering the Irish temper, always seems to spark the German stubborn to life. When those two get together, not much is going to be able to stop me from getting what I have set my mind on.

I may often be timid and unwilling to "rock the boat" but I'm not always that way. When it matters, that inner strength and fierce determination always seems to kick in and save me.

Going to this club wasn't a live or die thing, it was just something I really wanted to do. And my wild Irish blood said damn, girl, quit being such a lame ass and go have an adventure.

It's a little hard ignoring that Irish side when she wakes up roaring and ready to have at it!

So there I was, somewhere around seven pm, dressed in my favorite "little black dress" an ultra suede halter dress that wrapped about my neck, leaving my shoulders and half my back naked. The skirt came to about three inches above my knees, tight to my hips and thighs, slit high up one side to give some freedom of motion. The ability to walk at least!

My legs were bare. I hate things that bind or constrict my body, in matters of clothing at least. I have a tomboys athletic body, I can get away with going braless and I always do. I'll wear a cami to work, or anywhere that taut nipples obviously showing, aren't appropriate, but that's the closest I'll come to conceding to propriety, on that particular front at least.

I was wearing my one pair of sexy heels. Wasn't too sure how wise a choice that was. But my dress was not one that allowed for the wearing of flats. It needed at least the two inched heels I thought I could probably manage to walk in without killing myself. Or God forbid, worse yet, get my feet in tangle and cause me to do a swan dive belly flop onto some table.

"Oh good God!" I froze. "Why the hell did I just have to think that?" Because of course now I could picture it in living color. The drinks flying all around drenching the table's occupants. My body's weight flipping the table over and spilling me head over heels onto the floor ( I was wearing panties tonight for sure!) maybe clipping a chin or two in the process and knocking a Dom or Domme out cold.

I whimpered. "Oh gods above and below, get a grip girl. The worst you usually manage in heels is to trip and skid and slice up a knee and start bleeding all over the damn place." I winced. Oh yeah, that was yet another helpful thought. It was a really, really good thing that I rarely made enemies. I didn't need any. I was the most formidable foe anyone could have.

"No, I am not doing this to myself. I am bloody well going damn it. Even I can manage to walk in two inch heels, slowly, across a room to the closest available chair!"

I walked myself carefully back into the bathroom to finish putting on my make up.

I don't wear a lot of make up usually. Until I started working at the airport I basically never wore it. Thanks to genetics I have good skin. Foundation and powder always made me feel like I had a mask on. And who really bothers with blush, or eye shadow or lipstick when the odds are you won't even leave the house that day and the only ones who'll see you are your kids?

But now thousands of people see me every time I go to work. And I want to look a little more polished. So I've relearned how to put all that stuff on. It's actually kind of fun. Get all decked out, earrings and necklace and all. Polish on my nails. Green-gold eyes glowing under subtle shadow, lashes looking a mile long. The mouth that my pretty in pink with the trademark smirk smile picture always draws a comment about bright with lipstick.

It's nice. To look at that woman in the mirror and see almost no resemblance to the dowdy, much heavier house wife of barely a year before. I know I've changed for the better. I see it every time I have to show my ID to a clerk and they look from me, back to the license, three or four times, trying to assure themselves that the two women are indeed the same person. I have been asked with total disbelief more then a few times if that's really me on the ID. Luckily I have pretty unusual eyes.

So by around eight pm I was all ready to go. There wasn't anything left to do allow me to nervously keep fiddling. I was even wearing perfume.

I stood staring at myself in the mirror. Trying yet again to answer the question that I never can. Even though the few people I have innocently allowed to see me on that damn stupid web cam have assured me that I am. I know I'm not ugly or homely. I see thousands of people every day. I see those that honestly are a lot.

I think maybe, that I do appeal to people, purely on the physical level.

There's that blasted cop at the airport who takes a diabolical pleasure in flustering me.

He's added a new nickname to the usual honey, sweetheart, or darling that half the cops and pilots casually call me. Now I'm Rapunzel as well, since he's seen me heading for home with my hair released from the work required style and hanging almost to my waist.

And sometimes, during a lull, when I'm standing there just aimlessly staring out at the people passing by, I'll catch someone's eye, and they'll smile at me, and suddenly veer to come order a coffee.

It's a little hard to flirt with me though. I get shy. And I've had enough of long distance relationships. I want real world.

So I looked, then shrugged. What the hell, either or. This was probably as good as it got. However good that good actually was. Beats me. Always has. At least people don't take one look and run from me screaming.

I decided I better get out that door before my Irish chick decided it was too tiring to sustain my courage and wandered off to take a nap.

So I grabbed my leather duster, it came down to mid calf and hid the fact that I was wearing a killer sleek and sexy little slinky number. My neighborhood isn't exactly the hood, but neither would you find the Cleavers living here.

I took the bus to the club. I don't drive. I've never had anything beyond a learner's permit that expired half my lifetime ago. And I have a bus card. So I figured why take a cab both ways. I'd researched this whole thing really well. I had to walk maybe two blocks from where the bus let me off downtown, and it would still be light when it did.

I got off the bus and started walking towards the club.

I turned the corner and started up the street that the club was located on and froze-I was really doing that a lot today.

There was a line.

Obviously, this was not a place you just handed over a cover charge and walked into. They decided if they wanted to allow you entrance.

"Oh fuck me sideways." I whispered, continuing to walk, albeit now at a snail's pace, towards the end of that line.

"I can't do this." I whimpered softly. "I can't stand around feeling like a neon sign."

I was ready to turn and just run like hell, heels and all. It was early enough I could probably get a bus back safely home just on the other side of the street from where I'd left the bus to get here, within ten or twenty minutes. But then I noticed, the end of the line was two average looking, happily chatting mid twenty something young women. They didn't look scary. They weren't intimidating. I could probably even talk to them if they got the conversational ball rolling.

I took a deep, shaky breath. "Ok, girl. What are we going to do here? Turn tail and run? Or actually make an effort that counts? Stranger things have happened. You might make it in. It's only 8:30 or so, and that bus does run until midnight."




The Club



At that moment-I was about twenty feet away-one of the young women looked up and smiled at me, assuming I guess, that I was heading for the back of the line. I smiled back, and made a decision. I was doing this. I wasn't aborting to turn tail and flee just yet. I'd made it this far. Literally and physically, practically to the doors. I'd give it a real shot. I could always tuck tail and run for the boring safety of my apartment if I had to.

So I kept walking; answered back their friendly hellos.

"Wow, you have beautiful hair!" The slightly plump redhead told me. "How long did it take to get it that long?"

"I've been growing it out for maybe ten years." I answered with a laugh.

The tiny brunette sighed. "I keep trying with mine, then get frustrated and go get a haircut."

They were really nice, those two young women, friendly and cheerful. They confessed that they'd come here maybe three or four times, spent an hour or two in line, then just went off to one of the other down town bars.

"Haven't made it in yet." The redhead admitted cheerfully. "But it's still fun. Wouldn't do this in winter maybe."

I laughed at that, the bright, amused sound ringing out loud, over the sound of the crowd.

I liked these two women. They weren't beauty queens. But I have never cared about that. Looks are fleeting. Only a fool doesn't realize that. It's always been the mind and the heart, the soul of the person, that tugs on me.

We were talking so animatedly, trading simple secrets and small confessions, that none of us even noticed the deliciously built, Vin Diesel guy who was One of the two manning the door until He was right next to us.

"Rapunzel." He drawled. "Want to come with Me?"

I whirled to face Him. Managing somehow not to fall over.

I was rather stunned. He was talking to me? Icy light blue eyes were focused on my face, so I thought it safe to assume He actually was.

I dropped my eyes shyly and made a split second decision. The only reason I had stayed was because of these two friendly women.

"May my friends come to, Sir." I murmured softly.

A moment's pause, and then I saw Him shrug casually out of the corner of my eye.

"Why not?"

So the three of us followed Him to the door, thanking Him demurely as He held it open for us to slip inside.

I think all three of us felt equally unsteady on our heels as we timidly found the first free table and collapsed thankfully.

"I can't believe you did that." The brunette whispered. "I'm surprised He didn't just tell you forget it and walk away!"

I shrugged, smiling at her. "You two are the reason I had the courage to stay. I saw the line and almost turned back to bolt for the bus home, but you were both obviously friendly, and I just figured, well what the hell, I can chat pleasantly until I get tired of standing on these stupid heels and go home."

"It's still cool that you got us in to." The redhead insisted. "Thanks."

I grinned at her impishly. Not about to let things get all serious. "I have dance partners now. And hey, I love this song. Come on let's dance!" And I slid away from the table grabbing onto them both as I did so, ignoring their slightly terrified, subdued yelps.

I love to dance. I trained in ballet for like ten years. Until it just started taking up too much time, and I wanted more to do school sports like track and soccer. I knew I wasn't looking at a career in dance. I wasn't that good.

I'm still pretty damn flexible. And I could probably seduce a stone when I dance.

In the words of a former lover, maybe not a very poetic one...when I dance, I fuck the music.

I'm always aware of my body. The dance, and the sports that I played, taught me that. I know what my body can do. I know how to use it. Just try to keep your mind on some football game when I want attention. I won't whine for it. Or complain. I'll just turn on the stereo, soft enough not to be a distraction. And I'll tidy up, or do some dishes, just dancing as I work. And often I end up getting fucked, bent over the sink. I don't demand, but I'm rather good at putting desire in a lover's mind.

So we danced, me and my two new friends. And I did not realize, as I rarely ever do. That eyes were watching.

We went to leave the floor, when the music slowed.

"I want this dance." A soft voice drawled as a hand gently swung me around to softly collide with a tall, hard muscled body.

My eyes flashed up. A good ways up. I'm 5'7". My new dance partner was a good eight inches taller then me.

I glanced into black ice eyes, and dropped mine instantly.

Oh boy. I whimpered silently.

"What's your name?"

"I'm katt." I whispered.

"That would be because of the eyes, I assume?"

I nodded. I wasn't about to get into any discussion about the feline strut and the mewl thing. Oh that would be a world of way no.

I wanted real world. I honestly did. But I wanted to escape this man the very first instant I could. I knew the moment I met those eyes for the few seconds I did, that this was a little too real for a newbie baby like I was.

This man was not a wanna be. This was a Master.

All He had done, was ask me my name, and look into my eyes for a moment.

And I'd never been so scared in my life.

W/we danced for two songs, then the band started up with a fast one, and He released me, stepping back.

"You dance well." He drawled lazily. "I like the way you move." Then He walked away from me.

I made it back to the table somehow, and collapsed.

"Wow." My new redhead friend whispered.

"Damn." The brunette murmured.

"Oh...help." I whimpered in complete agreement.

I had no idea where He was. The club was a one story building. I couldn't see Him anywhere. But I wasn't stupid enough to think He was gone.

I had caught His attention, really snared it. Why, I had no idea. But for some reason I had.

And so I knew He was...somewhere.

"Lets just dance some more." The redhead suggested softly.

"Sure. Why not?" I answered back.

I think I already realized then, that I had started something that I'd only stop if I hit the door running as fast as I ever had during my lettering years in high school track. Hit that door and never came back.

Wasn't going to do that though.

I wanted something that was real world. I wanted to find a Dominant to belong to, real life. I was willing to wait and see, take a risk and a chance. I wanted, and I needed, with a hunger that never gave me peace.

So my two new friends and I danced and shared a few pitchers of beer the next three hours. We exchanged numbers, to get together again sometime. They were roomies who worked at the same company. We had just clicked.

And then it was last call. They lived in the opposite direction that I did. So no sharing of a taxi.

We got up to go to the phones and call for our rides home. And I slid out of my chair and turned...and slammed into a familiar body.

"Oh." I yelped softly. "Excuse me."

Well that answered that. He was still around.

That's my start. Help me, T/those that know more then I do...please? 



The Club



Dear Les,

It's been a while since I've written, and there's been a pretty big change in my life. When you come to visit next month, be sure to bring some of your best underwear. We'll be going to an event with The Club. After you read the rest of this, you'll understand why. 

I guess I'll start with what happened a few months ago at Missy and George's. They'd stopped me at the supermarket one Saturday afternoon, and, well, I ended up in their bedroom. Here's what happened when I was there:

I lay back on their king-sized bed, closed my eyes, and tried to concentrate. My left hand was plucking at my nipples, my right rubbing circles around my vulva. I was trying to relax and feel sexy, but I was aware of every little thing. The breeze coming in through the window – a dog barking down the street – a car going by... Did I mention I was naked? Well, I was. They just dragged me up there, made me strip, and, well, it went from there. Anyway, I wasn't having much luck getting excited.

"I just can't do it," I said, sitting up.

"Of course you can," said Missy. "Just relax and feel. You masturbate all the time. It's no different."

"It is different," I insisted. "It's the middle of the day, you just stopped me and brought me here, and you and George over there are watching. I wasn't in the mood at all and I really should be running my errands. The kids will wonder where I am."


"The kids, as you call them, are two cats. They'll take care of themselves," George said. "You have to take care of yourself."

"Like that helps a lot," I replied. "I'm on this bed, naked, you two are dressed. George, you've never seen me naked before. Janet, you have, but that was when we were college roommates. This just isn't comfortable."

"Ignore us. Think sexy thoughts. Relax and feel the pleasure running through your body. Think about what will happen to you if you can do this. You'll be part of The Club. You'll never have to be horny and alone again. You can have a discreet partner, or you can go to a party and have multiple partners. You've been telling me all these years that's your fantasy. So, put your fantasy in your head and masturbate."

"Is it worth it?"

"Yes, Janet, it's worth it. The Club has an opening for a single woman. You're the candidate. You just have to prove to the others that you can be erotic. I know you can. I shared a room with you for four years."

"Please, Janet, just try," George said.

"All right. Is this really what it's like?"

"Yes, Janet," George replied. "We've all had to do it. Some folks come up to you, say 'Now, please,' and take you someplace relatively quiet and discreet. There will be a number of people there, but not us. You take off your clothes, masturbate to orgasm, put your clothes back on, and that's it. They watch. They don't say anything and you can't ask any questions. You just do it."

"OK, I'll try again." I wasn't so sure things were going to be any better, but I had to try.

I lay back closed my eyes and started playing with myself again. "This is so dumb," I thought. "Why can't I do it?" It's not like I'd never masturbated with Missy in the room before. We'd done it all through college – even watching and helping each other sometimes. But I just wasn't in the mood. The kids were waiting for me, I just knew it. If I didn't get home soon one of them would do something nasty to one of my shoes. 

"Ok, relax," I told myself. I started tugging on my nipples. That's how I like to start. It isn't as good as someone sucking on them, but they have to get hard before I'll lubricate. It was just one of those weird little things. I tugged a little harder and pinched at them. 

Good. There was the feeling. I could feel my nipples getting hard and starting to ache. It was a good ache. I squeezed my breasts and the horny feeling ran through me. Maybe I could do this. I let my right hand slide over my belly and through my pubic hair. I tugged a little on my hair. Oh yeah, that was nice. I tugged at my curls again and then ran my hand deep between my legs. Ok. I was getting horny.

George gasped when I cupped my mound and let my middle finger wriggle between my labia. I willed myself to ignore him, pinching the nipple on my left breast hard and moving the hand between my legs in a circle.

There's this little feeling I get when I know I'm aroused and have started to lubricate. It's like things relax inside but the outside gets congested and puffy all at the same time. Anyway, it happened, and when it did I stopped thinking about George and Missy being in the room watching me and started focusing on the really nice feelings running all through my crotch. I started thinking about the time Missy and I had made love with each other one night, and how her mouth and tongue felt on me and about another time with this really nice boy with a cock that fit into me just right and how nice it felt when he was moving in and out of me and I was squeezing down around him.

Pretty soon after those thoughts went through my head I heard myself start to pant and moan a little, and that "getting close" feeling went through me. I stuck my middle and index fingers inside me and got them nice and wet and then started rubbing around my clit. God it felt good. It was warm and there was a nice little breeze and I was rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and my nipples were nice and hard and my breasts felt real good and my crotch was tingling and everything felt really, really good.

Like you know, I enjoy masturbating and do it a lot so when I get to this point I can sometimes really draw it out. I just rub a little less, or put my fingers in my vagina and let my clitoris rest a little. It feels great to be up on that edge, knowing that my orgasm is waiting for me. One time, I swear, I did it for an hour or so, just going up to the edge and dancing along there, then backing down a little and then going back to the edge. When I finally decided to let myself go over the edge, it seemed like my orgasm lasted forever, and I just shook and trembled and I know I screamed really loud and it was about ten minutes before I kind of woke up and the bed was soaking wet and I was really red down there and my clit, well, it was sore for about three days.

But this time I didn't want to wait too long. It had been hard enough to get up to this point with the two of them watching me and I wanted to make sure I did orgasm and didn't lose it. Sometimes I lose it if I try to tease myself too much and if I'm not really in the mood. And today, well, it just wasn't worth it. So I rubbed a little harder and pulled real hard on my breast and then I came, and I yelled a little and the waves were going through me and I was shaking a little and it felt real good. It wasn't the biggest orgasm I ever had in my life, but it was a good one.

After I came and calmed down a little I felt George and Missy sit down on either side of me. I opened my eyes and looked at them.

"That was hot," George said. "If you do that when they call everything will be fine."

"You are so sexy," Missy said. "I'd forgotten about you yelling when you come. And how you play with your boobs. You're going to be fine."

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Assuming I can get to where I was the second time around. The first time I tried nothing was going to happen."

"It will be fine. It will happen. There's something about performing for a room full of people. Just think of them all naked," said Missy. "After all, you're going to see them all naked soon enough, so you can see if your imagination matches reality."

"Missy," I said, "We're both 48 and George is 54 and I bet this group is the same age more or less. None of us are 19 anymore. Our tits sag and the men have paunches."

"Yeah, but we all have pussies and cocks too, and we get horny just like we did back in college. And it's fun when we're all together. And, well, when I'm horny and George is out of town I can just call someone up and we can have some fun. We're a group, but we're very committed to each other. It's not a commune, but there's more to it than just a bunch of horny suburban perverts going at each other."

"It's true," George said quietly. "It's not just sex. There's something more. That's why it works."

"Well," I said. "It sounds pretty good. So what's next?" I got up off the bed and started putting my clothes back on. It felt a little weird to be dressing in front of Missy and George and them watching me. And George was being a man and not looking me in the eyes, but looking at everything else. It was nice to be looked at, but it was a little weird, too. 

"You'll just hear 'Now, please' in your ear and you'll be off on the adventure," Missy said. 

"When?" I asked. 

"Sometime in the next few weeks," George said. "Be ready for it, but don't worry about it. They'll pick a good time."

I pulled my shirt over my head and shook out my hair. It was time to get back to real life. I slipped into my shoes and we went out to the driveway where my car was.

"Ok you two," I said to them before I pulled off, "I'm game for this, but I'm going to be nervous until it's over."

"Don't worry," Missy said. "Everything's going to be fine."

I guess I should tell you how I got into this situation. Missy and I were in college together and Missy got married pretty soon after we graduated. I wasn't so sure about marriage, and went on to law school, graduated, and got into a pretty good law firm here in town. You know about how I made partner in near record time and built a pretty good career. But, like you know, too, I never got around to getting married. Part of the issue was the time I spent working. Part was because ever since Missy and I made love that night I had figured out that I was bi, and I didn't want to pin myself down to one partner – male or female. So I've had a number of relationships, including you which is really special and will last, but other than with you nothing that lasted more than a few years. And now I'm 48 and calling my cats kids. Missy and George were right to step in. 

The Club, as they called it, are people I actually know. Some of them I've been doing business with for years, some are from church, and some are from the civic group I belong to. When George and Missy told me who they were I was a little surprised. But when I thought about it I realized that they were a group and that I had seen them doing things and having parties with each other and stuff for years. 

Anyway, I was nervous for the next few weeks. I didn't dare wear any of my old, comfortable underwear. I'm a normal woman. I wear old cotton panties and comfortable bras on the weekends and newer, but still basic, white underwear during the week. But for that month I only wore matching sets of mildly sexy underwear – including a garter belt and hose some days. One day I even wore the corset we bought because you have a fetish for corsets. It wasn't the everyday me, it was the dress-up, go out, have sex me. I was always really aware of my body and what I was wearing – even more than when I dress up to have fun.

They got me one night coming out of the county courthouse. I'd been filing some zoning papers for a new office building I'm working on, and Mary Simpson just stepped up to me and said "Now, please." It took me a moment to realize what she had said, but I just followed her to her car and got in. We chatted about nothing in particular, and she drove me to the country club. We went into the clubhouse and went upstairs to one of the suites the club has for little private parties and out-of-town visitors for weddings and funerals and such. There were ten or eleven people there, sitting and standing around the bed, which had been turned down. I knew what I had to do.

The first thing I did was look around and see who was there. George and Mary weren't, but everyone else they said was in the group, except for Ken Oscarson, Rita Lewis, and Lesli Godfrey. I took a deep breathe and stepped out of my heels. 

I was wearing my grey suit with a pale pink blouse and hose that had just the tiniest touch of pink to it since I'd had a client meeting in the morning and was running around the courthouse the rest of the day and needed to look pretty professional. I stepped out of my heels and slipped out of the jacket and Joan Herriman took it from me. I fumbled a little with the fastening for my skirt, but I finally got it undone and let the skirt slide down to the floor, where I stepped out of it. Joan took it as well. It felt strange to be stripping in a room full of people, especially with everyone was staring at me and knowing what I was going to do. Another deep breathe and I unbuttoned my blouse, opened it, pulled my arms out of the sleeves and handed it to Joan. 

Now I was just in my light grey silk slip and underwear. And I would choose that day to wear a garter belt and hose. Actually, that was probably a good idea since it made me feel sexier when I put it on in the morning. Right then, though, all I was was nervous. 

My slip was next, and I pulled it over my head. As soon as it was off and they could see I was wearing garters and hose I heard a few people suck in their breath. I knew no one was supposed to say anything, but it sure sounded like some of them had to bite their tongues to keep from saying anything. It made me feel good that I could get that kind of a reaction.

I stood there for a moment in my underwear so they could get the full effect. It was the pale pink set that I bought in Paris. You've seen me in it. It's designer stuff, ridiculously expensive, but when I saw it I just had to have it and I do feel really sexy when I wear it. I looked around the room and saw that some of the men's crotches were bulging, and Sally Henderson's nipples were poking through her blouse. I felt my nipples get hard. I remember thinking that maybe this would be easier than I thought. 

I wondered for a second whether to take the bra or panties off first, but it only took another second to realize it had to be the bra first. It fastens in front and I reached up between my breasts and unsnapped it. I was really nervous as I was doing it and kind of hurried through it, tugging it over my shoulders and off as quickly as I could. My nipples got harder – the air-conditioning was on and I was a little cold. 

I was still really nervous so I pulled my panties down really quickly. This time I definitely heard a gasp. Missy had told me a few days after I practiced in front of her and George that I should at least trim my pubic hair, if not shave it. Well, I didn't shave it all off, but I did shave it off my labia and trimmed it neatly in a triangle above that and I'd kept it that way. (You're going to love it, I just know.) I'd touched it up just that morning, so there wasn't any stubble showing – just me, pink and vulnerable. I stood up, just me in my garter belt and hose, my boobs and pussy bare to the world. 

I know I was blushing as deep red as I ever had. My face was burning. But I had to keep going, so I unfastened the garters on my left leg and rolled down the stocking. I did the same on my right, and then unfastened the garter belt. Joan gathered it all and put it neatly on top of the dresser while I climbed onto the bed. I lay back and spread my legs open like I always do when I start masturbating. 

Looking back on it, it wasn't all that bad, but right then I was terrified. I looked around the room and thought to myself "You can't be doing this, you can't masturbate in front of these people, you just can't." But I did.

What happened was I just closed my eyes and started playing with my breasts just like I had with Missy and George. Since my nipples were already erect it didn't take long for me to get them aching. Then I was alternating tugging on my nipples and squeezing my breasts and that little thrill you get ran through me and I relaxed a little. I let go of on of my breasts and slid my hand was between my legs and a picture of you between my legs was in my head and I got that relaxed and congested feeling and I was nice and wet. And I rubbed myself and felt my clit get hard and this time I did drag it out. I went up to the edge and danced around it three different times before I let myself come. When I finally came it was a really big orgasm and I yelled like I always do and everything was a blur and shaking and trembling and all the good stuff that happens when you have a really big orgasm, including a big wet spot on the bed.

Well, I finally opened my eyes and everyone looked a little flushed and every

man had a very visible bulge in his trousers and every woman had erect nipples. Joan handed me a damp washcloth and I cleaned myself up a little and then got up off the bed. 

They all watched me fasten the garter belt around my waist, pull on my hose, and snap the garters onto the hose. I put my bra on, adjusted my breasts in the cups, and then pulled my slip over my head. I love the feel of that silk sliding down over my body. I shivered a little, and I was really aware of my pussy and breasts – it wasn't that long after I came, so I guess I was still aroused. Some of them looked a little disappointed at that point, but I kept on dressing. Blouse on and buttoned, skirt fastened, slip back into the jacket. Step into the heels, pick up my purse and walk out of the room with Mary following. We didn't talk on the way back to the courthouse, but I did say thank you to her when I got out of the car. She'd picked me up about five, and now it was around 7:30.

Three days later I got an invitation to a party at the Simpson's house for the following Saturday night. The only strange thing about it was a little note tucked inside that said "Pink is a very appropriate color for you." I guessed it was a reference to my underwear, so when I got dressed for the party I put on the same hose and underwear I'd worn on that special day. 

The Simpson's have a nice house with some land, and a big fence that blocks the view of the back yard from the street. The curtains in the front of the house were all closed when I got there, which seemed a little odd for a summer Saturday afternoon, but when I got into the house I understood. All the women were wearing underwear sets like mine, and that's all they were wearing. The men were dressed. It seemed a little odd, and sexist, to me, but Missy pulled my aside and explained while I was undressing that The Club had different themes for each of their parties and my initiation underwear had inspired this night. 

I kind of knew when I got the invitation that there might be an orgy involved, and I was right. It was in my honor, and after dinner the women took off their panties and bras but kept their garters and hose and heels on. Since the party was in my honor, I got to choose the first fantasy, and I indulged myself a little by having Missy underneath me and licking me while I was on my hands and knees and Jeff Henderson was doing me doggy-style. I came real hard from that, and I came about ten more times that night since I was the new girl and everybody wanted to do something with me.

Since then, it's been pretty nice. We all take care of each other in The Club, and not only have I always had a partner on those nights when I'm horny and couldn't have phone sex with you, I've had a few repairs done around the house. I've done some simple legal work for some folks like checking over the Simpson's oldest daughters' first apartment lease, and we've had a few parties. Lesli Godfrey is a GP, so we all get tested pretty regularly, and very discretely, so there's no issue about diseases. Considering we keep it in the group except for a couple of relationships we single members have and everyone knows about, and we're all otherwise pretty straight arrows, it's not surprising, but Lesli is insistent that we do it so that if something does happen to one of us we head it off pretty quick. 




The Club



So, Les, things have changed, and I hope you're up for a little adventure. See, I've asked the members about guests at our parties, and told them about you, and they think that it would be fun, especially since you and I have a relationship already. Let me know what flight you're on and I'll pick you up at the airport.

Love and kisses – in special places,

Janet



The Club



The club is dark as we enter and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. i stop in the doorway and blink, only to feel a tug on my leash. You pull me with you and i stumble a little on my six inch heels having to check my balance and hurry forward to catch up with you. You suddenly stop and turn to face me...looking me up and down, your eyes devouring me in one quick glance. i feel my knees start to shake just a little as you slip the coat off my shoulders and reveal me to the small group of onlookers that has formed around us. I feel a chill as the cold air from outside hits my body. The little grey kilt you've dressed me in just barely covers my bare ass, and my breasts are nearly visible through the white blouse i'm wearing, nipples getting harder by the second. It doesn't help that my hands are secured in leather cuffs behind my back, pushing my chest forward provocatively. 

They have come over to say hello to you...your friends...some admirers...and you turn back to speak to them leaving me there exposed and blushing. i stand quietly, balanced on my black six inch stilettos, head lowered in supplication. My gaze is focused on the floor at your feet but i can feel their eyes on me, can feel the tension in the air and i shift a little. 

"Be still," you whisper over your shoulder, barely audible to anyone else, and i immediately freeze. Even in this crowded room your voice goes straight through me, is the only thing i hear. 

I breathe deeply and steady myself, waiting for the next instruction from you. I don't have to wait long and i soon feel another tug on the leash and fall into step behind you, following you to the corner of the room where there is a table waiting for you. You sit down in the big comfy chair and point to the floor at your feet without even looking up at me. I slip down to my knees as gracefully as i can without the use of my hands, and kneel next to your chair, my head in your lap. You chuckle and lay your hand on my head as you take in the scene around you. 

All around us there are small groups of people, couples and a few singles walking around. Many are like us, and there are quite a few girls being led around on leashes. In the middle of the room there is all kinds of equipment set up and a few people have started making use of the stocks, the St Andrews cross and the other various deviant pieces of furniture and we can hear the sound of slaps and moans filling the air. i squirm a little in my place and can almost feel the smirk crossing your face.

"Something wrong, pet?" you ask me, the hint of amusement in your voice is almost my undoing. "Is there something you want to ask me?"

i shake my head, knowing that you know how horny i am and a deep red flush crosses my cheeks. It has been almost two full weeks since you've allowed me the pleasure of cumming for you and every nerve in my body is on edge.

"Well pet," you start, smirking as you speak to me, "my boots COULD use a bit of a polish."

I look up and meet your eyes blushing at the heat i see there as you stare down at me, tapping your foot on the floor. You can't possibly mean for me to do that here, now, in front of all these people. i look up at you again, my eyes questioning, pleading, begging you not to ask that of me. I start to squirm in my place by your chair and you chuckle, resting your hand on my head. Purring, i nuzzle my head in your lap, trying to distract you, arouse you, anything to keep you from requiring "that" of me. Just as i think it's working i feel your hand running through my hair and i move closer, softly moaning. Still tapping your foot on the floor, your hand snakes into my hair and grabs a handfull pulling it tight. You tip my head up towards yours, eyes burning into my soul......"Now, pet", you whisper.

i slowly rise up on my knees, my face turning five shades of red as the realization comes that you aren't just teasing me this time. i hesitate but crawl over in front of you and kneel between your legs trying to ignore the small group of people standing around talking to you. You tug on my hair again and i move into position, straddling your left boot between my shaking thighs. Your hands come down on my shoulders and firmly push me down until my pussy is just hovering above your foot. "You know what to do pet, and I expect that you'll put as much effort into it as you would if we were at home......alone." You smirk and your hands push me down a little further still. i can hear you growling low under your breath as my pussy makes contact with the top of your boot. 

i blush and try to bury my face in your lap, hiding, but my body betrays me none the less. i can feel myself beginning to grind down onto your boot, moaning very quietly. You lift my head and look into my eyes, making that connection with me as my hips start to move faster against you, humping your leg in the middle of the now crowded club. i can feel eyes boring into me from every direction, but i am lost in yours. You hold me there, steady, and without words you tell me how much you love me, how proud of me you are and that always, i am yours. Seeing the pride and lust in your eyes spurrs me on and i drop my head back and really let myself go. 

My hips move in time with the beating of my heart pressing my pussy against the warm leather. i squirm and moan, your boot now slick with my wetness, my lips spread over it. More have gathered to watch your little girl perform, my grey kilt hiked up above my hips exposing my ass to the rest of the room. i grind harder, looking up into your eyes, whimpering, knowing i'm right there on the edge, but struggling to get the words out in front of the crowd. i moan louder, body starting to shake and suddenly feel your hand back in my hair, reminding me of my place. My eyes fly open and i see you staring down at me, blushing and squirming harder i manage to find the words...."Sir.....may i please cum for you?" 

You lean down and pull me closer to you, placing a soft kiss on my lips, my cheek, and finally nipping at my neck, your breath hot in my ear. "Now pet.......cum for me NOW." 



The Club



The club was ours as we walked in the door. Your arm wrapped around mine.

All eyes were upon us as we stopped and kissed. You could read their faces, all with such envy.

Your gown so understated, yet modest. A beautiful V-neck bust line. Showing off your beautiful heaving chest. With a shawl draped around your broad shoulders. Even I couldn't help but stare at you. I was a little taken aback, as if I was standing outside my own body, viewing us as everyone else was.

You looked so ravishing, so gorgeous. Your hair pulled up, showing off your beautiful swan like neck. A very elegant gold necklace and gold drop earrings, donned your ears and neck. Your gown, flowing down your beautiful elegant body, your feet wrapped in matching stiletto heels. And me, a very simple outfit. Dress pants, nice shirt, top button open, with a jacket. Almost like you were the woman, and I was the man. But why not? After all, this was The Blue Neon Club. A club for lesbians.

Even though we are not lesbians, we are BI, we like to walk on the wild side every time we go out with each other. Did our husbands know about us? We'd like to hope not. Nothing like keeping a little mystery in the relationship. You know, to keep the fires burning.

The stage was illuminated of course with, blue neon, a woman playing a saxophone, very softly, played in the corner. Everything about this club totally intrigued me. Everything 80's. And now with you sharing this beautiful moment with me, I was in heaven.


We gathered ourselves up to the bar, and ordered our drinks. Two blue vodka martinis. We paid the bar tender, took a sip of our drinks, before laying them down on the bar in front of us. I leaned in towards you, and passionately kissed your beautiful painted lips. You accepted my kiss so readily. Our lips melding together, our tongues dancing like two lovers on a dance floor.

With that, I break our kiss. You moan a slight protest. I take your hand in mine and lead you to the dance floor. You hold me close to you. So close that I can hear your heartbeat, as my head rests just above your gorgeous heaving chest. We held each other, and danced together while the saxophonist played a slow jazz rendition of Lady In Red. I was elated in your arms.

As the song played on, we held each other close. Almost as if we were one. Your body next to mine, so soft, like a lamb. I couldn't wait to get you out of the club and take you home and make sweet love to you; but I really wanted to enjoy this time with you also.

As my head rested upon your heaving chest, I could hear your sweet heartbeat, in synch with the music and mine. I finally lifted my head and looked longingly into your beautiful resplendent baby blue eyes, then whispered "I love you."

As you whispered, "I love you too." 

Then your head bent down and your beautiful painted lips meshed with mine. The song ended and we went back for our drinks. Each taking a sip. My arm reached around your shapely waist. As I leaned into you. Everyone knew that we were so much in love. I mean, it was written all over our faces.

The next song was beginning to play. I said to you, "may I have this dance my love?"

"It would be my pleasure to dance with you again," you said.

With that, we went to the dance floor, and danced. When it was over, we went back for our drinks again, and finished them up. Then I asked you if you would accompany me back to my place. You delighted me with a kiss so sweet I almost melted on the spot. Then whispered to me, "I would love to."

And with that, we left the club, and got into my BMW. We drove for a while, then pulled into my driveway. My husband was out of town all week. So this was perfect.. And besides, I kind of hoped the evening would go this way. So I had everything all set up. Candles everywhere, they just had to be lit. We went inside, took off our shoes, I gathered your shawl off of you and kissed each shoulder where it had lain. And placed it on the chair by the door. Grabbed your arm, and took you upstairs. Went into the master bedroom, then the master bath and drew some water placing some bubble bath and rose petals into the water, then lighting every candle in the whole room.

I turned around and just stared at you. You looked so magnificent. So radiant. So gorgeous. This time you grabbed my arm so gently, and pulled me to you. And kissed me so sweetly. "I love you." I heard you whisper. 

"And I you," I said. 

The water in the tub was nearly done. So I turned around and turned it off. I started to undress.. But you stopped me, and finished undressing me. So then I undressed you, with such pleasure, you cannot believe. To finally see your gorgeous body, tall, statuesque, with the most beautiful orbs I've ever seen on any woman. I wanted them. I wanted you. I grabbed your arm lightly and led you to the tub, and you got in sat down, and grabbed my hand and pulled me in. Your legs were spread so I could sit down between them. I could feel your sweet cunt against me.

As I laid there in your arms, feeling so elated. You reached for the bath puff, and placed it into the water, and then ran it along my arm. Then along my chest, caressing each orb one at a time. I gave a little whimper, and you just laughed. I squirmed in your arms, the trickle of water on my arm was tickling me. But I enjoyed it to. I mean, who wouldn't? I had the most awesomely gorgeous woman with her long arms draped around me.

We finished lathering each other in the tub. We kissed and played so playfully with each other. After a bit of foreplay, we finally rinsed off, and I let the water out of the tub. We gathered ourselves each a towel, and dried off, then I grabbed your arm and led you to the master bedroom. Laid you down on the bed, and kissed you so deeply you probably thought I was reaching for your toes.

You felt so good against me, your tits touching mine, our nipples erect. I kissed you again. Then traveling my kisses further down your swan like neck, and laved my tongue in the hollow there. Then further down to the hollow between your beautiful orbs. I caressed your nipples with the back of my hands. You let out a whimper of delight. Your breast so meaty, filled my mouth. My tongue underneath your elongated nipple, and my mouth slightly clamped over the top. Suckling you, like I was drawing from you, your sweet milk. I only wish I could taste your sweet milk. I have often wondered what it tastes like. Your hands went to the back of my head, pushing me harder against your breasts, as I lay there suckling you. My other hand caressing your breast, rolling your long erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and slightly pulling upward. After a few minutes, I lifted my head and switched breasts. Your hands still caressing the back of my head, holding me there. My eyes suddenly flew up and looked at your sweet painted face, your pale puddles of blue eyes staring down at me, smiling at me. I was in heaven.

I continued to suckle your meaty breast, and caress the other with my hand. Then traveling my kisses further down your torso, laving my tongue in your belly button. All the while, your hands caressing the back of my head, as if holding me there in each spot I kissed. My hands running along your sweet soft body. My kisses traveling like an expedition down your long torso. My tongue laving every inch of your tall, lithe body. I finally reached your dark forest. And journeyed my way through. Running my tongue along your pink lips, parting them like the red sea. Probing further, and dancing my tongue against your inner walls. I glance up at your loving oceanic eyes and see you smile. Your soft silky pussy lips danced earthly kisses and drowned waves of rapacious desire. I continued to drink of your delicious wonder, as my heart cried for your aching love. Your hands reached down and cradled my head as I was lapping up every bit of juice your dark forest spewed forth onto my tongue.

Every night for that whole week while my husband was away.. We had a date with each other. I'd pick her up in my BMW, or she'd pick me up in her Lexus, then we'd go to The Blue Neon Club, and watch all the girls become envious of us as we walked in the door. After a few hours of a few drinks, some dancing, and making out on the dance floor, we'd come back to my place, as I was the only one there for the week, then we'd fuck.

Barely getting out of the car, and the key into the lock on the door and ourselves into my house.. We'd finally stumble in, barely able to keep our hands off each other, then making our way up the stairs and into the first room on the left. The master bedroom. You'd fuck me, then I'd fuck you. Back and fourth and back and fourth, all night long. If one of us didn't have our tongues in one of our hot wet pussy's, lapping up all the juice that we could take in, we'd have a pink dildo shoved up one of our cunts. Fucking each other till the cows came home. A tongue in one pussy, a dildo in another. Or a tongue in one pussy and a tongue in another, as in a 69 position. Our bodies entwined, our tits meshed against another. Fucking each other, moaning into each others cunts, with juices flowing. Sometimes I'd let you strap on a dildo, and I'd get on all fours and let you fuck me from behind. Our tits swaying furiously as you would quicken your pace, inside my vagina, until we each furiously orgasmed. Your body was mine and mine was yours, forever entwined that whole week.



The Club



The young woman lies motionless on the oversize bed, its six walnut feet buried deep in an antique Persian rug surrounded by walls beautifully covered in brocade fabric. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, unlit in the early morning hours. At her feet is an Italian silk comforter, carelessly thrown back in reverence of summer. 

A sudden gust raises the curtain, allowing the morning sun to shoot through the briefly opened aperture. A capsule of sunlight briefly illuminates her slender hand, held willingly hostage between shapely and well tanned inner thighs. Cast in alternate light and shadow, her knees straighten slightly, while farther up the exquisite nude body, disheveled copper-colored hair spills across the satin pillow.

The alarm begins its annoying buzz and she groans, rolling over to hit the snooze. She pushes the hair from her face and squints at the clock. It can't be time to get up yet. Grumbling, she rises from the haven of her bed and pads naked to the bathroom for a quick shower. 

She emerges from the steamy bathroom wrapped in a thick towel. She moves to the kitchen and fetches a cup of aromatic coffee and returns to her bedroom to dress for the day. Tossing the towel aside, she quickly brushes her long copper-colored hair and slips on a simple black lace bra and panty. 

Standing in front of her closet, she first chooses a mid-length skirt and blue blouse before deciding on a pair of smart black velvet heels. Surveying herself in a full-length mirror, she adjusts her hair until she is satisfied with her appearance. 

On the way out, she grabs her purse, checking to see that her cell phone is in its assigned pocket, and her keys. She steps outside, into the warm sunlight, locking the door behind her. 

She drives the short 3 miles to her office, the trip uneventful as always. She sighs, wishing her life had more excitement. Her friends led exciting lives, she thought to herself. Why can't I? 

The first half of her workday goes by fast and lunchtime approaches. She and her two best friends, Lila and Nick, always have lunch together at a little restaurant called Gaston's. She saves her files on the computer and grabbing her purse, she heads to Gaston's.

Her friends are already there when she arrives and the waiter quickly shows her to the table. A quick round of hugs and they all sit, perusing the menu.

"How's work today, Jess?" Lila asks.

"Oh, the same old, same old."

"Yeah, I know that feeling," Nick laughs.

Jessica smiles at them, deciding how to word her question. "Guys, I have to ask you something."

"Shoot," they say in unison.

Jess blushes slightly, "Do you think I'm, uptight?"

"No!" Lila quickly protests.

"Come on, Lila, be honest."

"Well," Nick starts, "you are a bit on the conservative side." 

"Great," Jess mutters, hanging her head, "just what I thought, I'm a stick-in-the-mud."

Nick laughs, "No, Jess, you are far from that. You just haven't quite learned how to leave the work you at work and let the real you out to play."

Lila nods. "Exactly! Hey, Nick and I are going clubbing tonight, why don't you come along?"

Jess starts to protest but changes her mind. "Ok, sounds like fun. How about you pick me up about 7?"

"Great! It's settled then. Let's order." Nick motions their waiter over.

After placing their orders, Lila says, "Hey, Jess, when was the last time you went clubbing?"

Jess blushes again, "College. Why?"

Lila giggles, "Then I think I'll come over about 6 and help you pick out an outfit. I'll bring some of my clubbing clothes as well."

"Ok." Jess smiles. 

~~~~~~

Jess jumps as her cell phone rings. She picks it up, fumbling and flips it open. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jess, it's me," Lila's voice answers.

"Oh. Hey. What's up?"

"I thought I'd call and tell you to go ahead and take a shower before I get there. That way we have more time to pick your clothes."

"Well, that makes sense, ok," Jess responded. "So, I'll see you about 6 then?"

"Yup. Bye."

"Bye."

~~~~~~

Jess pulls in her driveway at 5:30. She quickly unlocks the door, tossing her purse aside and kicking off her shoes, shedding her clothing as she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she stands in her bathroom, debating whether or not she should wait in her towel or get dressed. The doorbell made the decision for her. 

"Come in, Lila," she yells from the edge of the living room. "I'm in my bedroom." 

"Ok, on my way."

Lila steps through the door wearing an impossibly short skirt and an incredibly tiny shirt, the heels of her boots clicking across the hardwood floor as she strides to the bed where Jess is sitting. 

"Oh my God, Lila!" Jess giggles.

"You like?"

Jess shakes her head, still giggling.

Lila shrugs, "Oh, well, that's ok. Let's see what we have for you to wear, missy," she says and dives into Jess's closet. 

A few moments later, Lila emerges, a frown on her face. "Well, good news and bad news. The good news is, these heels are perfect!" she pulls a pair of black six inch heels from behind her back. "Assuming, of course, that you can actually wear them," Lila pauses, "The bad news is, none of these clothes will work!" 

Jess sighs, shoulders sagging.

"Never despair, I have just the thing for you," Lila giggles and reaches for her own bag. She pulls out a shimmery black skirt and white t-shirt. "I went tame for your virgin trip," she teases.

Jess reaches for the sensible panty she had laid out on her bed. Lila glances at her, shaking her head.

"Part of the experience is going commando!" Lila grins, "All those people, rubbing up against you, mmm, it's bliss!"

Jess shrugs, "Why not?" she giggles and tosses the panty back on the bed. She glides the soft material of the skirt up her legs and over her slim hips. The thin fabric clings to her hips, stopping a little above mid-thigh. She pulls the shirt on and over her softly rounded breasts.

"Wow, Jess! You look hot!" Lila's eyes roam Jess's body, taking in the full breasts straining against the material of the shirt; the shapely legs; and the nicely rounded ass the skirt was clinging too. Lila grins, "If I was a guy, I'd so do you."

Jess blushes, color staining her cheeks. "Thanks, Lila," she says as she sits on the bed to slip her shoes on. Jess runs her brush through her thick hair and applies a soft makeup, completing her look for the night.

Outside, a horn honks, signaling Nick's arrival. The two women grab their purses and head out to the waiting car. 

~~~~~~

At the club, Jess finds a table and orders a drink while Lila and Nick dance. 

After a few moments, a tall, attractive man walks up to where she is sitting. Jess has had several drinks by now and was feeling pretty buzzed.

She didn't even notice him at first. His shadow fell across her table but she didn't think anything of it. Many shadows had fallen on her table. Then he said hi. She looked up into the face of Adonis. Or so the whiskey thought. He had dark brown hair, bright blue bedroom eyes and a full sensual mouth that begged to be kissed and nibbled on. Jess was all too ready to oblige. He was wearing a black silk shirt and black jeans that hugged the muscles of his legs.

Jess looked up, smiled and said hello. He asked if he could sit and she motioned for him to. He sat opposite her and introduced himself as Paul. He ordered another round of drinks and they made small talk. Jess was drawn to him, his eyes pulling her in as if they were a whirlpool on the ocean and her but a tiny ship. 

He was intelligent and had a sense of humor. Their conversation didn't revolve around sex, which, in a way, surprised her, considering the environment they were in. They talked about work, their lives outside of work and many other innate things. He asked her to dance and she accepted.

Paul led Jess to the dance floor. As they began dancing, at first with a space between them, they still talked. The music grew louder and they had to move closer to be able to hear each other. Their bodies were pressed together, rubbing, grinding in a purely sexual seeming manner. Jess's pulse quickened. She was surprised to find herself getting so wet by this innocent contact with him. 

They danced until the song ended. The next was a slow number and before Jess could head back to the table, Paul wrapped his strong arms around her slim waist and pulled her close. She felt chest pressing against her nipples, making them harden. She should have been embarrassed, but wasn't. 

His hands were on her waist and they slowly slipped lower, over the curve of her ass. His hands and fingers were slightly callused, catching a bit on the fabric of her skirt as he cupped her round bottom. Paul pulled Jess closer and she could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, through the heavy denim of his jeans. 

Jess felt his lips brush her neck, then her ear. She moaned softly, part of her praying he didn't hear, the other part, hoping that he did. Her eyes closed, head tilting to one side as his moist lips continued their assault on her neck and ear. She felt her heart racing and her fingers dug into his muscular shoulders. 

Jess felt rather than heard the deep growl that escaped his lips. His strong fingers gripped her ass, pulling her tight against his erection. Her head fell back and his mouth found the hollow of her throat. 

She didn't know what had come over her. Was it the drinks, the atmosphere or this man? She wanted him, on a purely animalistic level. Jess found herself pressing her body tight against this strange man. 

Paul's mouth left her neck as he turned her around. His hands moved up her body to cup her breasts, his throbbing erection pressing against her rounded bottom. Jess moved her hips, grinding herself into him. 

One of his hands left her breast and moved between them, unzipping his jeans, freeing his cock. He raised her skirt slightly, easing the pulsing head between her cheeks. He waited for any sign of resistance from her and finding none, he guided himself into her wet sex. 

Jess moaned, pushing her hips back towards Paul, taking more of him inside her. Her mind was screaming to her to stop, but she didn't listen. The need coursing through her body overrode her brain's warnings. 

Their bodies moved with the music, his erection sliding in and out of her slippery channel, passion building in time with the song playing. Each note brought them higher, closer to the peak they both so eagerly wished to reach. 

The music, the gyrating bodies around them and the alcohol heightened their senses, making every touch, every movement, every breath an experience all its own, mixing together to fuel their need. As the tempo of the music increased, so did Paul's thrusts, bringing them that much closer to release. 

Jess's cries of pleasure were muffled by the wailing music, her crest, as well as his, crashing over them at the same moment, causing their bodies to tremble. Her breath coming in gasps as he slipped out of her, readjusting her skirt as the music came to a halt. Paul grabbed her hand and led her back to the table, his seed dripping down her thighs with each step. 

Nick and Lila were already seated when Jess and Paul reached the darkened table. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and handed her a slip of paper with his number on it.

"Give me a call sometime, Jess. It was a pleasure to meet you," he grinned at her.

Jess blushed, "You too, Paul."

Lila gazed at Jess's flushed cheeks, the question readily apparent in her eyes. Jess just smiled and watched as Paul walked away. 

"What time is it?"

Glancing at his watch, Nick said, "It's a little after 1 a.m."

"Oh man! I am beat," Jess yawned. 

"Me too, let's go home!" Lila said and the three friends left. 



The Club



It was a typical Friday night. The club was packed and people were waiting outside to get in. we were dancing the night away, getting all sweaty before we went home and made love. These nights are always the best ones. Get home after a long night of drinking and moving, have rough energetic, passionate sex, and pass out in each other's arms. Who knew tonight would be different. 

The song ended and the floor transitioned. We decided to get a drink. There was plenty of night left to sober up before the ride home. At the bar we ordered the same thing we had been drinking all night. A beer for me, and a vodka-cran for her. At this point she was a bit tipsier than I was. She looked great tonight. Wearing her skin tight pink tank-top, cut so low her tits were about to fall out. And her mini skirt was so short just dancing was showing everyone her ass. It was pretty obvious most of the guys in the club had caught more than an eyeful at some point in the night. She picked up her drink from the bar and the napkin fell off from the bottom. She bent over to pick it up, which made her skirt ride all the way up. The guys behind her stopped their conversation and took a long look. I looked back, and when they noticed they just kind of shrugged it off. When she finally got back to her feet, one of her tits had fallen out. The bartender laughed and I covered it back up for her. She wasn't wasted. Just off center, and her outfit was a bit short for her to control. We talked into each other's ears for a bit and laughed about stuff. The night was going just like any other night. 

Until this Latin chick walked in. She was dressed in less than my lady, and had a lot more to drink. From the moment she hit the dance floor it was obvious she was just there to get laid. I could have cared less, but I still had to look. I mean she was wearing next to nothing and her boobs were almost falling out too. Unfortunately my lady caught me staring a little too hard.

"Like what you see?" she asked, in a very angry tone.

"Huh? Ohh I was just...."

"What the fuck, am I not hot enough for you?"

"Baby, don't take it the wrong way."

"Don't baby me, go baby that bitch."

"I was just looking. I don't want that. I want you."

"Whatever." She responded with a roll of her eyes and a quick look away.

We finished our drinks and moved out on to the floor again. Everything was smoothed over for now. I looked around and noticed guys were still staring at my lady as well as the Latina on the floor. And why not? Both of them were smoking hot, and half naked. "What are you looking for? That tramp in the white skirt?" she asked me.

"No, I was just noticing how many guys are staring at you, and thinking to myself 'man I am lucky'"

She turned her back to me and ground her ass into my crotch. All the while looking around to see who was staring at her. She turned back to face me.

"Wow!" She said, "It's kinda hot knowing all these guys want to fuck me..." She giggled

"Good for you." I replied with some sarcasm.

Just then the Latina chick bumped into me, almost falling over. I grabbed her and pulled her back up. She brushed her hand across my face, and walked away.

"Asshole!"

"Now how is that my fault?" I asked.

"I saw the way you looked at her. You want her go get her." She stormed off.

I tried to follow but I lost her in the crowd. I figured she had just run to the bathroom to cool off. So I returned to the bar for another beer.

Three beers later she had still not returned. I went to look for her again. Upstairs, downstairs, even in the smoking sections. The club was too packed. She could be anywhere and I might have just glanced over her. This was dumb anyway. I didn't really do anything wrong. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Fucking alcohol, it makes situations worse than they really are. I walked back to the bar and on the way I bumped into the Latin chick.

"Hello." I said with a smile. 

"Goodbye." She replied with a stuck up look.

Awesome. This chick got me in trouble and she didn't even dig me to begin with. I went back to the bar to wait for my lady. 

Closing time rolled around and still no sign of her. I watched the club empty out. She was no where to be found. They shut the doors and I waited out front. 

Nothing.

I started to get worried that she walked home. It was a pretty long walk, but definitely not too long to make it. Hell we had done it together a few weeks earlier. My last hope was that she was waiting at the car. I went to the parking garage, and again nothing. This is really turning into a bad night. I called the house on my cell and nothing. I jumped in my car and carefully drove home. Partially looking for her, and also keeping it cool so I didn't get pulled over. 

All the way home there was no sign of her. I pulled into the driveway and hoped to see a light on. Again, nothing.

I walked up the walkway to the front door, kind of dragging my feet expecting her to just be asleep and pissed at me. My key hit the lock and turned. I moved the key to the deadbolt. Weird. The deadbolt wasn't locked. I know I locked it when we left, and she always locks it behind her when she is home alone. 

I opened the door and the house was pitch black. I locked the door behind me and walked quietly toward the hall. If she was sleeping I didn't want to wake her now and have to argue all night. I rounded the hallway and noticed the bedroom light was on. The door was closed but I could see light shining from underneath. If she was awake I didn't want to fight. If she was sleeping with the light on I didn't want to wake her. I figured I could take the couch for the night and deal with this in the morning. 

I turned to head back toward the living room but stopped after hearing a loud smack.

What was that, I thought to myself.

Smack! I hear it again. I walk to the bedroom door, a little leery because I am not sure what to expect. I reach for the doorknob and turn it, and then I cautiously push the door open. My mouth falls open at what I see. I have to rub my eyes before I can actually believe it. I am speechless. I never thought something like this would happen to me. 

She is on the bed, on all fours. In front of her is one of the club's bouncers. His cock buried in her mouth. In back of her is another one of the club's bouncers. Thrusting in and out of her pussy and slapping her ass like he owns it. The bouncer getting a blowjob from my woman looks at me, then back at his manhood in her mouth and chuckles a little. The man fucking her looks back over his shoulder and smiles at me, then turns his attention back to the issue in front of him.

We know both of them. Hell we know everyone who works at that club. We have been going there for months. Fucking her is Jeff, he usually works the door. In her mouth is Kenny, he monitors upstairs and the club.

"Excuse me, but am I not here or something?"

Neither of them stop for a second look. She wraps her hand around Kenny's cock and lifts her head to look at me. 

Peering back over her shoulder she responds "Ohh it's you, I was hoping it was another bouncer." She rolls her head back to the nine inch dick in front of her. Jeff smacks her ass again. She lets out a moan. Holding Kenny's cock, she smacks her lips with it a few times before shoving it in her mouth.

"This is ridiculous! You guys need to get the fuck out! NOW!"

"Relax," Kenny says without looking up, "you can have her back when we are done."

Jeff laughs and fucks her a bit harder. She lets out a muffled moan from her filled mouth.

"Besides, are you gonna make us leave?"

He was right. These were the clubs biggest guys. Jeff was muscular. He worked out 5 days a week, and he tanned 3 of them. he stood an even six feet tall with a tattoo of a sun in the middle of his back, short black hair, a goatee, and green eyes. Kenny was the opposite. He was more stalky. About 5'10, 230 pounds with a small gut from drinking all the time. He has light brown hair and a baby face with blue eyes that my woman loves. And from what I could tell both of them were well endowed. 

My woman was sweating. Her hair was partly draped across her back. The rest was waded up in Jeff's hand. Her ass was red from all the spanking and her nipples were sticking straight out and rubbing back and forth across the satin sheets with every thrust from Jeff. She moaned every time her ass ground into his hips, but the moans were stifled every time from the cock in her mouth.

"Jesus, you guys aren't even wearing condoms!" I shouted.

"Well it's a little late now." Kenny said.

"Why?"

"Well," Kenny started to talk to me but turned back to my woman and said "Suck on my balls for a bit, bitch."

Bitch? Are you kidding me? She would never take that from me.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and smiled at him before taking his nuts into her mouth. Since her mouth wasn't full of dick anymore, her moans and screams echoed in the bedroom. She loved it. She never sounds like that with me.

Kenny leaned his head back and wiped the sweat from his brow. Jeff continued to thrust like a champion.

"We have been going at it for over 2 hours. And this is round 3. Neither of us has used a condom yet. So trust me, the damage has already been done....ohh yeah. Your lady knows how to work a cock and balls man."

'Already been done'? What did that mean? Jeff pulled his cock out of her pussy. It was 8 inches and as thick as a soda can.

"No" she managed to get out, pouting.

"Relax slut," Jeff said back to her, "It's Kenny's turn to fuck you, and you need to clean your pussy juice off my cock anyway."

I watched as the two swapped positions. She stayed on her knees. This was unbelievable. She was loving every second if it. I could have just left, but it was like a train wreck. Every time I though about leaving I couldn't move. Jeff positioned himself in front of her face. She licked his shaft from bottom to top and then struggled to just get the head in her mouth. Kenny was now directly in back of her. He began smacking his cock on her asshole. She responded with a loud moan. She tried vigorously to push Jeff's huge cock in her mouth, but it was useless. Kenny now shoved his long cock into her.

"Ohh yes!" she cried out, just as Jeff hammered his cock into her mouth. She could only get her lips around the head, but Jeff didn't mind. He just fucked her face for his fulfillment.

Kenny was in back of her, gripping her ass as he plowed away at her pussy. Her eyes were sealed shut; out of ecstasy I am sure.

It was both hard and enjoyable to watch her get used like this. I wasn't really too shocked since when she gets drunk she always asks me to treat her badly.

Finally Jeff had to stop. He was getting too close to cumming I am sure. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and told her he would be back in a minute. He grabbed his shirt off the floor to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and then walked toward me.

"Look man, this is nothing personal." He began telling me.

I couldn't look at him. I just watched her. Her face was now buried in the pillow and Kenny was slamming away. His right knee was propped up on her side, I am guessing for better penetration.

"She came over to us, obviously upset. She said you were hitting on some Latina chick..."

"No I wasn't, she just thought I was, fuck."

"Calm down man. We almost pulled you out back and let security take turns kicking your ass. Your lady is very convincing when she wants to be."

Kenny's hand lifted and layed a vicious smack on her ass. She yelped through the pillow. Kenny obviously not happy with her hiding in the pillow, wrapped is fingers in her hair and yanked her head up. Her screams and moans got ten times louder.

"Anyway," Jeff continued, "she asked us to bring her home and fuck her like a $2 hooker. Now I am sure you know how hot your lady always looks, so how could we say no?"

I just shook my head.

"We tried to be cool, and just fuck her normal, but she demanded we treat her cheap. Hell had you not shown up when you did, I was gonna make her eat my ass. But it's bad enough you gotta kiss her after she has sucked us both off."

Kenny reached around and stuck his thumb in her mouth. She sucked on it for a while before he pulled it back.

"Sucked you both off?" I asked. "You mean to completion? You guys came in her mouth?!"

"Shit yeah. I did once, Kenny did once. That's not all either..." Jeff smiled. 

I was hurt but it was about to get worse. Kenny's thumb that was dripping with my woman's saliva was heading toward her ass cheeks. It disappeared in her crack. Kenny slowed his thrusts and a loud sigh came from her as he prepped her asshole for later. With his thumb now buried deep in her ass, he proceeded to fuck her again. Her face was hidden again in the pillow. Jeff and I just watched for a while. Minutes passed and Kenny pulled out and looked over at Jeff.

"She's Ready." Kenny said as he stood up in back of her.

Jeff walked over to the bed and laid on his back next to her. Without hesitation she straddled his manhood and rode him slowly. Giving Kenny time to rest. She arched back and played with his balls. She even looked at me once and licked her lips. I gulped and realized I was getting a hard-on from this.

Kenny looked at me and said "She has been waiting all night for this." 

And with that he smiled and walked toward her backside. He gave her a little push and she fell on top of Jeff. Kenny positioned himself to enter her. And did so slowly. Once in she screamed out in agonizing pleasure.

"Ohh god yes, fuck me. Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass. Fuck me like a hooker."

Jeff and Kenny got in rhythm. She bounced off both their cocks with every thrust.

"Yes I am a slut, I am a whore, fuck me!"

To my knowledge she had never done this before. But she did enjoy it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, he body shuddered. She was coming. Not like her other orgasms. This was much more intense. Her arms shook and her head collapsed. Jeff and Kenny kept on in the same rhythm. Then suddenly Kenny's head fell back. He was coming. He was coming in her. My woman. Once he was done he fell back with a stumble and sat on a chair. Jeff wrapped his arms around her back and began thrusting vigorously. Then on an up-thrust he stopped. He held her close and both their bodied shook. They were coming together. I now realized she had taken at least 3 loads in her pussy during the night.

She climbed off him and lay on her stomach next to his body. Her legs spread and ass perked into the air.

Jeff got up off the bed and gathered his clothes. I just stood there. Watching her. The guys got dressed and left. Each patting me on the back before walking out of the room.

She looked at me and motioned for me to come to her.

I walked to her slowly and sat on the bed next to her.

"I wasn't flirting with that chick." I said almost in tears. "I love you."

"Shh. I know." She said reaching for my obviously hard cock. "She was into me." She said as he un-zipped my fly. "We met up in the bathroom after I left you." She pulled my cock out. "And we ate each other's pussies in the handy-cap stall before I brought the bouncers home." And with that she wrapped her lips around my dick and started to give me an amazing blowjob. Bewildered I just decided to enjoy the head I was getting. I knew this was the beginning of an adventure I would want to see all the way through. 



The Club



Jack Sullivan had heard about and wanted to join the club after taking his new job as plant manager in the new town, and now his family was settle in, his sixteen year old daughter Marlene was now comfortable in her new school and his thirty two year old wife had made friends and doing the social thing around town. Now he had received his invitation to visit, with the possibility of becoming a member. It was Tuesday night the special meeting was set seven o'clock, his friend Rob told him he would meet with the membership committee and learn just what the prestigious men's club was about.

Ron picked him up after work, and drove him to the club. Ron Little was a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair, broad shoulders with a narrow waist, he stood six foot tall and was in very good shape. As they rode to the club he gave Jack some advice, " they'll want to know all about your past, tell just what they ask about, don't volunteer anything, Ralph will ask most of the questions, he always does, if he asks you something you don't feel comfortable about just look at me and I'll get you out of it." He said trying to calm his friend's nerves.

After the car was parked the two men walked to the front door where they were meet by a tall man in a gray suite. "Eric, this is Jack Sullivan, I am sponsoring him for membership tonight." Ron said taking the man's hand and then presenting Jack to him. "Jack this Eric Taylor our sergeant at arms. 

"Nice to meet you Mr. Sullivan, I hope you find our little club to your liking." The big man said taking Jack's hand.

"Yes nice to meet you also, and I believe I will love to be a member if I am expectable." Jack replied.

Rob lead Jack into a room to the right of the entrance hall were there was a table with six chair one on each end and two on each side. "Sit here," Ron said pointed at the chair at the end of the table with the back to the door. "The committee will be in shortly." Then he left Jack in the room alone. 

After a short wait the committee members filed in. first Ron, took the chair to Jack's right and nearest to him, then Eric sat in the chair to his left the other three chairs were taken by rest of the men. At the head of the table was an older gentlemen with gray hair, to his right was a much younger man maybe in his mid twenties to his left was a man about Jack's age. 

After all had been seated Ron stood, "Gentlemen, I would like to present to you, Jack Sullivan, an outstanding member of the community and family man for acceptance into the club." He announced and then he sat back down. 

"Thank you Mr. Little." The older man at the head of the table said standing, "Each member of the committee will introduce himself, I see you already know Mr. Little, and you have meet Mr. Taylor. I am Conrad Carter. My grandfather was one of the founding members of this club. I am the High Commissioner of this club for men , there are things you will see and hear that should not be repeated. Do you under stand?" he said never taking his eyes off of the prospected member.

"Yes I do understand." Jack replied.

"Good we may continue." The older man stated. And took his seat. 

Then the man to his right and left rose in turn, and each introduced them self as Rodney Smith and Thomas Hyatt, before sitting down. Then the questions began, Jack answered each carefully even the once that became personal about his wife and daughter. He told them he had long wanted to join the club and would do what ever it took to do so. After an hour of this he was asked to step out side the room while they discussed his membership, so he went into the hall and waited. After a while he was called back in. 

"Mr. Sullivan, you have been excepted by this committee. That means by the club, as of now it is up to you whether you are a member in good standing." The commissioner stated, "but before you decide we want you to know more about what the club is about." He continued. "But first you must swear that what you see, hear and do will go to you grave with you."

"I so swear." Jack said hold his right hand in the air with his left one on the bible presented to him by his friend Rob. 

"Good, Ok Gentlemen lets pick the lucky member. For tomorrows introduction meeting." Conrad said pointing to Eric, who brought forth a box and sit it on the table, he opened it and stuck his hand inside pulling out a slip of paper, then handed it to Rob.  

Rob took the paper and unfolded it, "Robert DeVoit." He read aloud, handing the paper to Eric who then left the room and returned with another man. 

"Robert, you have been chosen to as the introduction member for out new member, do you except this honor." The High Commissioner told the man. Who stood there looking a bet upset?

"But I was just picked two weeks ago for the founders celebration." He complained. 

"Yes and it was a good showing of you commitment. Now this is your change to improve your standing. Do you except?" he was asked again.

"Yes I except." He answered lowering his head.

Good Mr. Taylor and Mr. Hyatt will be at your place at five o-clock tomorrow, to help." the older man said "Mr. Taylor do you have the mixture?" Eric produced a small black box and handed it to the man standing by him. "It should be administered one hour before your help arrives, as usual." The old man informed him. Then the meeting adjourned to be opened the next day at the residents of Mr. and Mrs. Robert DeVoit. The next day Robert took off work early and hurried home, to set up things for the meeting that night. Shortly after he arrived home his lovely wife Glenda walked in. She sat her bag on the coffee table, "Hey Rob, what are you doing here so early," she said pulling her white blouse out of her pink slacks, and sitting down on the couch.

"I thought we could spend some time together this afternoon, I had your sister pick up Donna." He said walking around in front of his wife. She was in her mid thirties five foot six, with a nice pare shaped 38-inch rear, and a slender upper body with small breast. Her short platinum blond hair framed her pretty face. The seven grade math teacher had crystal blue eyes that caused more than one man's little solder stand at attention. 

"Would you like something to drink?" he husband asked.

"Yes please, those little brats like to have driven me mad today. I am looking forward to a good nights rest." She answered kicking off her shoes. 

Robert walked into the kitchen where he had already fixed his wife's drink, he opened the little black box and took out the small bottle, and poured the clear liquid contents into he glass, he was string it as he walked back to the living room. "Here sweetie you just rest I'll make dinner." He said as he handed his wife the Mickey. 

"Thank you dear." She replied taking the drink and sitting back to watch the news on TV. Robert knew it would not be long as he went back to the kitchen to fix himself a strong drink. He waited about thirty min. the returned to his wife. Glenda was now sitting back on the couch her eyes closed the drink was gone, her legs and arms were laying lifeless about her. 

He raised her left arm in the air and let it fall. There was no reaction from her. He placed his hands on her face and turned her head from side to side still no reaction. He called her name, nothing. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, he unfastened he bra in the front and pulled it back exposing her cute little tits. He unsnapped her slacks and pulled the zipper down, he reached around under her and pulled her pants down and off of her legs. Then the doorbell rang. 

He went to the front door and opened it, in walked Thomas and Eric. Eric was had a large bag, and after greeting his host he headed down to the basement whale Robert and Thomas finished undressing Glenda. When she was sitting on the couch passed out and completely naked Thomas turned to Robert and said, "Ok lets try it out, sit down beside her and take out you cock." 

The helpless woman's husband did as he was told his cock stood tall from his pants, Thomas pulled Glenda up a bit and leaned her over her husband's lap he opened her mouth and lowered it onto his cock until her lips insensitively closed around his shaft and she sucked tenderly on his dick. His cock was half in her mouth and with a easy push on the back of her head mouth moved down on it until the dickhead was supporting he head at the back of her throat.

"Oh yeah. She's out cold let's try just a bit more." Thomas said as he pushed down on the back of woman's head forcing her husband's rock hard cock to turn down her throat. Thomas took her head in his hands and began to work it up and down as Robert laid his head back and enjoyed his wife's mouth action on his dick. The unconscious woman moaned and grunted as she was forced face fucked by her husband and his friend. The drug had her so relaxed that she didn't even gag when his big cock head would slip into and out of her throat.

"Ahhh." He moaned as he shot his load down her throat just as Eric walked back in the room

"Are you two through?" The big man asked laughing as Eric pulled Glenda's head out of her husband's lap and laid her back on the couch. "If you are we had better take her down and get her ready for the others." 

They all laughed then the three men picked up the unconscious woman and carried her to the basement where they proceeded to make her ready for the "meeting". From the ceiling hang a group of leather straps, a table on coasters sat underneath them. Soon she was strapped in and hosted up to the desired level with her legs spread wide and her head tilted back. 

Soon the other members of the committee arrived and all gathered down in the basement, Jack looked at the woman hanging open and venerable to the group of men. "Well Mr. Sullivan, you are the guest of honor so you get to go first, and this being your first time at you get to choose which hole you get. 

Jack walked up to the woman and looked over her nice pussy gapped open and inviting him then her looked lower and admired her tight puckered asshole. "I think I want some of that butt hole." He said.

"Ok Robert you better lube her up unless you want her to hurt in the morning." Eric said hand her husband a tube of KY jelly. 

Robert took the tube and squirted a generous amount onto his wife's ass he then began to rub it into her crack paying the most attention to her brown bunghole. He slipped his middle finger inside as far as it would go and worked it in and out slowly. After a few dozen strokes he inserted another finger and continued to finger fuck his helpless wife's asshole. When he added the third finger he picked up the pace and was moving his hand back and forth at a high rate of speed Glenda although completely out of it was moaning in time with the ramming hand at her ass.

"Is she awake?" Jack asked watching the pretty woman back her ass back to except the fingers assaulting her.

"On no, that's the effect of the drug, she'll think dreamed every thing in the morning. They all do." Conrad told him patting him on the back, " do her good, you can do what ever you want for the next little while." He continued and all the guys laughed out loud.

Robert pulled his fingers out of his wife's now slick cunt, and stepped away, "she's all yours" He said.

Jack stepped up between the woman's legs and positioned his cock at her tight hole he pushed forward and the head disappeared inside her with ease. He pushed a little harder and it went deeper, he pulled back then rammed it home, all the way in until his balls bounced on her pussy slapping her clit. He placed his hands on each side of her waist and pulled her to him as he began to fuck in and out of her tight heresy highway. 

"Uuummm---um—oooooooooo- oh- Um- aaaaaaaaaaah um" she moaned as he continued to fuck her. He was now slamming his rock hard cock in and out of harder and faster in and out over and over again. 

"Give it to her!" "Let her have it!" "Fuck that whore!" " Do it big boy!" the others in the basement called aging him on with each stroke. Soon he could feel the pressure of his orgasm building so he lay down over her and took one of her little tits into his mouth and sucked hard on it as he drove his dick into her ass, then he ran his hands under her back and up over her shoulders and pulled down as he pushed his hips upward forcing himself deep into her bowels before exploding deep inside her shit hole. 

"Auhhhhhh!" he moaned as he emptied his seed in her. He stayed there until his dick lost its hardness then her pulled it out followed by a stream of his cum. All of the men in the room gathered around him patting him on the back and congratulating him on a job well done. Then Conrad lead him up stairs looking back her saw Eric replace him between Glenda's legs and shove his cock deep into her cunt, while Ron was holding her head and feeding his dick into her mouth.

Once up stairs Conrad handed Jack his pants, and said, "Ok, now you know what our club is all about are you sure you want to be a member?" 

Jack looked around the living he saw Robert sitting on the couch watching TV he noticed the room was full of other members from the club "Oh hell yes!" he answered. 

"Good, then this was your introduction tomorrow night will be you initiation." The older man said hand Jack a little black box, "remember it takes a while to work so give it to her about four o'clock, and we will be there around six." He said then he walked away. 

Jack put on his pants and went home, to prepare for the next night.

To be continued: Chapter two Coming soon.



The Club



I hope you'll forgive me writing to you.

I'm not one of your constituents. My name is Julie Peters. I live about ten miles away. I have no links to your constituency, but I have a problem that you can address directly.

Some of your fellow councillors want to shut down some business premises in your area. It's a place called The Club. You'll know of it, I'm sure.

I know about it. I'm a customer there.

If your colleagues have their way and close the Club down it will affect me greatly.

Let me tell you about myself.

I'm an ordinary woman. Divorced, three kids, small house on an estate where everyone else is the same and where the take-up rate for anti depressants is three times the national average. I would never have found my way to the Club in a hundred years. I'd have carried on taking uppers and swigging cheap Lambrusco and wondering why I never felt healthy.

I did what your party suggests Councillor. I got a job. A rubbish job, a job making phone calls for a company no-one's ever heard of. As a worker I got to know my fellow workers. I met Tom.

Tom's another one living a life that could so easily end in a bottle of pills or a succession of mornings marked by spilled glasses and the remains of half eaten takeaways. He's a nice guy. We hit it off at work, and we got to talking, and I found I could talk to him in ways that I've never spoken to a man before.

We're getting to the nub of it councillor, don't worry. I just wanted to grab your attention so that my letter wouldn't go straight in the bin.

The issue is sex Councillor. That's why people want to close the Club, because people like me and Tom have sex there...

I don't suppose it's a question you get asked much on the doorstep. What is your opinion of group sex and exhibitionism Councillor?

I've just re-read the above and feel I ought to explain. I don't have sex with Tom. We have similar tastes, I like well endowed, vigorous men, and so does he. The Club is a place we can go to meet them.

Now, it's not as if the club advertises. I suspect you didn't know it was there until the story hit the local rag. Most of your constituents didn't either. It was just a failed gym in a back street. It doesn't draw attention to itself now. You wouldn't, would you? There are no signs outside. You can't hear any noise outside the building.

That's important. The newspaper article talked about people complaining about the loud music. There isn't any.

The music has to be at a certain level, loud enough to mask the conversation, but quiet enough so that people who want to be heard can be heard. That being able to be heard is important to some people.

There's a woman who comes to the club, Bea. She comes with her lover (yes I know, no pun intended). He's a nice guy, and they're very fond of each other I think. She likes people to hear her little gasps as he slips his hand under her skirt and strokes her. She once told me that the cruellest thing he could do to her would be to make her wear headphones with loud music so she couldn't hear the sound his hand makes on her flesh when he spanks her. I know what she means. I love the sound of men's bodies slapping against me.

It's about freedom and sharing ultimately. I don't have to sleep with anybody. I could make do with a vibrator and lurid fantasies. I used to. But fantasies don't reassure you that anybody wants you, and a vibrator can't say no. So now I can have men, when and how and where I want them.

Sometimes I have women. Sometimes, more precisely, they have me. I'm not like Bea. She's a submissive, a woman who adores being dominated. I think she has quite a high pain threshold as well. Her master is an amazing character. He hurts her and loves her in the same moment, and you can see it in his eyes. Me? Some men call me a slut. So do some of the women as well. I don't see myself that way. I just enjoy making people come. I don't care whether they come over me, or into a condom inside me, or because of me... I want them to come...

Do you ever wonder why being a mum is such a powerful emotion Councillor? Do you ever wonder why teenage girls become mums so happily? It's because that look on a child's face, that they know you care, that they know they are the centre of your world, is sometimes the only thing a woman can create and control for herself.

I created something new for myself. I created a woman who can make men look at her in the same way, a woman who has a directory of men who want her and like her and desire her. If they want to have me they have to know how to treat me, to praise me for my ability to make them come, my willingness to open my body to them.

I have a directory of women as well. Women who are willing to tell me that I'm the best lover they've ever had, that the feel of my tongue on their pussy is as good as any sex they've ever had. I'll let women do things that men can't with me; if a woman wants to call me a slut it's jealousy; if a man does it it's disrespectful.

Do you need to know this councillor? I think you do. Thee people who go to the club aren't all like me; they aren't all mindless prisoners of their lust either. Not that lust is a bad thing. Lust can be lovely; lust can be freedom and it can be breathtaking.

Imagine me walking through the door of the club councillor. I'm with Tom. We're past the stage we used to be at, when each night would start with a bet, or a challenge. Now we play more casually, we're more relaxed and more we have nothing to prove. It's a Thursday night; the club bill it as bisexual night but in my mind it's anything goes night.

Even though Tom isn't my lover I get a sexual kick out of dressing him for play, and he gets a kick out of us going to the club as a pair. (When my kids are older we'll probably share a house, but it would be too much to explain now.) So we've dressed as a pair tonight; I'm wearing a man's dinner jacket; underneath it I'm wearing a half cup bra, a thong and hold up stockings, all in black. Heels as well, of course. They matter to Tom as well as to me. I've dressed Tom for the occasion. Shaven heads are a great fashion look for men, but it means guys like Tom can wear wigs easily too. So he's wearing a wig, blonde, shoulder length. It's taken me hours to make sure all his body is hairless, but we've done it, so that the silk of the underwear he's wearing slides smoothly over his skin. 

That's all he's wearing; a wig, a silk body, some white hold up stockings, and backless high heels. His erection is starting to show through the silk, and I'm hoping that my juices will be showing through my thong when I shed my jacket.

We sound like a couple of middle class swingers don't we councillor, with elaborate costumes and hours spent preparing. My dinner jacket came from Oxfam councillor - so did Tom's shoes. We listen to colleagues at work talking about going out and getting drunk and spending thirty pounds or more in bars in the hope of meeting someone they desire -- we get all we want for fifteen pounds as a couple at the club.

You don't need to now the details councillor. One threesome and five men, as I remember, but you don't need to know the details. You might want to know the details, and if you do you can email me back councillor. The woman from the threesome is in my book now though councillor, and one of the five men is shaping up nicely. Tom's night was more romantic I think -- he spent the night with one man and came into work the next day glowing like a bride who's just discovered what sex really is.

We're ordinary people councillor, and you want to stop us enjoying ourselves -- show me how we harm people and I'll stop bothering you.

Yours truly,

Julie Peters 



The Club



As I walked into the smoke filled club, all eyes were on me. I was wearing a transparent blouse through which you could see my bra, and a skirt that should have been called a belt it was so tiny. You were sure, just looking at me, that if I were to bend over, my ass would be completely exposed. Stiletto heels completed the outfit. I paused, just inside the door, and looked around with confident eyes. As the beat of the music started to pulse in my chest, I walked into the club.

I walked directly to the dance floor and start to move to the music. Almost immediately, I feel hands on my waist, pulling me backwards to dance. I turn around and not liking what I see, move away. This happens many times over the next few minutes until you walk up behind me, hardly daring to hope, you move in and start dancing with me. I spin around, and smiling seductively, move closer and begin to grind with you to the music.

Our hips rub against each other, and the friction is exquisite. You push your leg between my thighs, and begin to grind your leg into my crotch. I moan and my head falls back, leaving my neck exposed. Leaning down, you trace the fluttering pulse in my neck with your tongue. I gasp for air, and my hands move down your back to your ass. Squeezing lightly, I rotate my hips to the music. Your hands travel down my sides, caressing as you go. You reach around and with one hand, grab my ass, and squeeze firmly. You hear my intake of breath, and feel the flutter of my eyelashes as my eyes close in ecstasy.

The club is dark, and the dance floor packed. You notice out of the corner of your eye, a dark secluded corner. Walking me backwards through the crowd, you move towards that corner. We get there, and you push me in first, so that your back is to the crowd. Leaning down, you capture my mouth in a searing kiss. I moan deep in my throat, and press against you.

The hand on my ass moves down slightly and then back up, underneath the fabric. You gasp in surprise when instead of meeting cloth at the apex of my thighs; you find only soft smooth skin. You realize that I am wearing nothing underneath that tiny skirt other than the moisture that you have created. Your fingers caress my moist skin, and slowly part the full lips of my entrance.

Slowly you push one finger into my tight pussy. I am already dripping wet from your kiss, and you hear me moan as your finger invades my cunt. You push your finger in and out, slowly, savoring the delicate contractions of my pussy around your finger. Slowly, you push another inside. Moving them together, you slowly fuck my pussy with your fingers. You hear me gasp in your ear, "Oh god, I need you to fuck me."

Smiling, you withdraw your fingers from my tight snatch, and unbutton and unzip your jeans. I reach inside, and grasp your hard cock. Stroking it slowly I urge you to grab my ass and lift me up. I wrap one of my legs around you, leaving the entrance to my pussy wide open for you to invade. Taking your cock in your hand, you guide it to the entrance of me. You tease for a minute, rubbing the head up and down the entrance and along my clit. My hips thrust forward and the first delicious inch slides into me.

Unable to bear teasing any longer, you surge into me, filling my waiting pussy with your hard cock. I cry out softly, but no one hears. The club is loud with the music and laughter of the other people there. You pause, the whole of your length filling ever inch of me. You can feel my pussy begin to contract around your cock as I have my first orgasm. You pull back slightly and then surge forward quickly, small shallow strokes.

This is how you fuck me for the first few minutes, until you can't bear it anymore. You begin to pound your hard cock into me, slamming me back into the wall with your thrusts. You hear me cry out, louder this time, and lean forward to capture my mouth in a kiss, muffling my cries of intense pleasure. I moan into your mouth, and throw my arms around your neck and back, my hands fisting in your shirt. I begin to come again as the song changes, and unable to bear it any longer, you thrust one last time. You begin to come inside me, filling me with your hot juice. I can feel the liquid begin to flow out of my pussy and down my legs, as our combined juices mix.

You slide out of me, and put me back on my feet. You clean yourself up, and as I am standing there stupidly, with my skirt up around my waist, you pull it down and straighten it for me. I smile up at you, and take your hand. Pulling you with me, we leave the club. My apartment is only a block and a half away.

We walk at first, and then after a glance at each other, we begin to run. I fumble with the lock, and finally we are in my apartment. I pull you towards the bedroom, and quickly remove all my clothes. I urge you to do the same. As soon as you are naked, I drop to my knees and begin to suck your cock. It's soft at first, but I don't mind. I lick our combined juices off of you and slowly you begin to get hard in my mouth.

As soon as you are hard enough, I stand up and walk over to the bed. Still wearing the stiletto heels, I bend over the bed, presenting my ass to you. You walk up behind me and with one stroke fill my waiting pussy. I cry out and my knees buckle as you fuck me furiously from behind.

You grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart. Withdrawing your cock for a moment, you slide a finger in and get it nice and wet. You enter me again and as you do, you begin to press your finger against my asshole. I stiffen up for a moment, surprised. You ask if it's all right, and I say it is. You slowly begin to work your finger in until you are completely sheathed in my tight back entrance. You begin to work in tandem; your finger and you cock, filling me from both ends. You slowly work another finger in, and I cry out from the pleasure. You spread your fingers slightly, widening me for what's to come.

You remove your fingers and withdraw your cock from my wet pussy. You lean forward, and grasp your cock. Placing it at the entrance to my ass, you slowly begin to put pressure on. Slowly the head disappears inside, and then inch-by-inch, your cock slides into my ass. I cry out, the pleasure-pain is unbelievable. You wait a moment, letting me get adjusted to your size. And then suddenly you begin to move in and out. You pound in and out of my tight ass quickly. I cry out, and my third orgasm of the night takes me. My knees buckle and I fall face first onto the bed. You don't stop, in fact, you pound harder than ever into my ass.

As my ass tightens around your hard cock, you feel your orgasm coming on. You quickly pull out, flip me over, and tell me to open my mouth. I look up at you with my mouth wide open waiting for your cum. You spray your juice over my face and into my waiting mouth. I swallow it down, and scoop the excess off my face and lick it off my fingers. Taking a tissue, I wipe your cock off, and slowly slide back on the bed, so I am laying down, with my legs spread.

I wave you forward and ask you to stick your still hard cock back into my pussy. You climb onto the bed, and shove your cock into my waiting pussy. Taking my hands in yours you pull them above my head and kiss me passionately. I undulate my hips as your cock grows harder within me. You take my hands and using a scarf I have laying on the table next to my bed, tie them to the wrought iron headboard. You sit back, and begin to thrust slowly into me, taking your time. I try to move my hips to make you go faster, but you press them to the bed, and force me to get fucked at your pace.

I moan, not used to being totally helpless. It's an unusual feeling, and at the same time, totally erotic. You fuck me slowly, your cock moving inch by inch out and in. You reach down and finger my clit as you move, and I cry out, coming for the fourth time. You reach over and grab both of my legs. Bringing them up against your chest you lean forward and began to pound into my pussy furiously. Crying out, I came again and again, as one wave would end, the next would begin. As you begin to feel like you're going to come again, you pull out and I descend on your hot cock. Sucking it deep, I swallow all your hot cum as you shoot into my mouth. You collapse beside me and reach up to untie my hands. I wrap my arms around your neck and we both fall fast asleep.



The Club



Layla ran from her bathroom to her bedroom and back to her bathroom. She couldn't figure out why she always did this. It was frustrating for her to be so unorganized. She'd been off work since five o'clock which allowed her plenty of time to be ready by now but had opted to take a nap. She had convinced herself to take a short power nap but that turned into a four hour snooze. Now it was nearing ten o'clock and her friends would be here any minute ready to head to the club. It was the weekend ritual for the three stooges. Of course Friday nights where harder to pull off than Saturday nights simply because she had to work Fridays. Fridays were mandatory at the law firm where she worked as a legal secretary. It wasn't anything glamorous but it paid good money and she was good at what she did. 

"Layla!" Layla's mother screamed from the top of the stairs.

"Yes mom?" Layla screamed back over her blasting stereo.

"Please honey, turn your music down," her mom said popping her head in Layla's bathroom door. "You're going to cause your father to go into cardiac arrest."

"Yes mom, I'm sorry. I was trying to get myself pumped up to go out tonight," she said breezing past her mom into her bedroom to do as she was told.

"You know, you don't have to go out tonight. You can take a break from the club some times. Why don't you join that lovely singles church group I keep hearing the young people talk about?" Her mom asked while helping Layla adjust her top. It was backless and nearly missing the front as well. It tied at the neck and her mom was holding the knot. "Don't you think this is a tad too revealing?"

"Mom! You haven't said one positive thing to me since you stepped in my room," Layla said putting on the last of her makeup. "I look hot don't I?" She teased, but knowing deep down that she did.

"I just don't get you young people these days. You have to show off all your goods. Don't you leave anything to the imagination anymore?"

I've got to get my own place soon, Layla thought to herself as she sat on the edge of her bed and put on her open-toed, heeled sandals. She walked to her dresser to retrieve her perfume and get another look at her outfit. She had stopped by the mall on her lunch and picked it up. The one big advantage of living at home was that she had extra cash to buy outfits like this one. The black and silver top with its back out and black mini skirt fitted her curves nicely. Her amaretto skin color glistened from her freshly applied lotion. Layla plucked at her short hair trying to get each strand of hair to sit just right on top of her head.

"Layla?"

"Yes mom?" Layla turned from the mirror to look at her aging mom. She was why she had moved back home. A little over a year ago her mom had become very ill and with her brothers and sisters busy with their own families she was the only one available to help her. 

"Just promise me you'll be careful honey," she said squeezing her youngest daughter. "Mmmm, you smell good."

Layla laughed and kissed her mother on her cheek. Just then the doorbell rang and Layla knew immediately who it was. None of her parents' friends would dare come knocking on their door at ten o'clock. It could only be Theresa, and Monica.

"That's the girls ma. I won't be late ok? Be sure to lock you and Daddy in and no wild parties!" Layla grabbed her purse and was out the door before her mother could respond.

Nestled in Monica's BMW Layla breathed a sigh of relief. While she appreciated her parents and loved them more than life itself she was glad to get these weekend breaks where she could be her own self and have fun. 

"Shot anybody?" Theresa asked from the back seat.

"Oh please," Layla called out from the front passenger seat. 

"Cheers!" The threesome toasted as Monica weaved in and out of the lanes to the downtown club they frequented. 

Monica had once dated the party promoter for the club and since she had him whipped he put all three of them on the VIP list. No waiting in lines for them, straight to the front door they went.

"Damn girls," the bouncer howled as they approached the door. "Do all three of you guys have to look so damn good?"

Monica began to reach into her purse for her ID when the bouncer gently placed one of his mammoth-sized black hand on her arm, "Girl, I know who you guys are. Don't trip, go right on in," he said patting her butt as she walked by. "Damn! Let me get yours too," he said to Layla who stuck her butt out for him to touch.

"Don't even think about it," Theresa said walking in. She was the prude of the group and everybody who knew them knew that.

The club was packed, with people jammed from wall to wall. The women knew most of them which could be perceived as good and bad. The girls headed to the bar to get drinks. It was White Zinfandel for Monica who always wanted to appear more sophisticated, Hypnotic and Hennessey for Layla who was looking for the fastest way to catch a buzz, and a cranberry and vodka for Theresa. It was while they were at the bar that Layla was spotted by Sean from the VIP booth.

"I'm going to the dance floor," Layla screamed over the music into Monica's ear.

"Wait, I'm coming with you," she said leaving Theresa at the bar which again was normal.

The two women danced with each other in the middle of the dance floor causing many to stare. They were used to the stairs. They weren't bisexual and never tried anything with each other; it was only a game they played to see how many men would step to them afterward. It wasn't long before one of the brave souls from the crowd stepped between the two. Dressed in athletic gear, baseball cap and sneakers the courageous guy was not neither Monica nor Layla's type of man. The two walked away from the young guy and continued dancing a couple of feet away.

"Where are y'all going?" He screamed.

The two friends ignored his question.

"Oh, that's how you gonna do a nigga, huh?" He screamed even louder. This time causing more of the crowd to stop and look at the scene.

"Look, you're not either one of our type ok?" Layla asked trying to reject him as gently as possible.

"You lesbian cunt!" He screamed at Layla.

"I'd rather be a lesbian than a little dick kid," she screamed back.

The rude rejected man charged at Layla as if he were going to fight her when out of no where Sean stepped in between them. Layla was fully prepared to defend herself. She wasn't a fighter by any means but wasn't about to succumb to that poor excuse of a man who stood before her.

"I'm sure you don't want to do that brotha," Sean said putting one hand on the stranger's chest to keep him at least an arms-length away from Layla. "There are hundreds of broads in here man, go pick another one."

"You're right my nig, this trick ain't even worth my time," he said glaring at Layla.

"Your dick ain't worth nobody's time either," Layla screamed back. The liquor had made her gutsy because any other time she'd never say anything like that and definitely not out loud.

"Layla," Sean said simply. He looked at her into her eyes and brought his head down so she'd know he meant business. With that Layla stepped away from the guy and kept quiet. Once the situation had been diffused Sean walked up to Layla.

"Let me buy you a drink?" Sean asked Layla.

"Sure, I'd appreciate that," she said following Sean to the bar where he ordered her another drink.

"How did you know my name?" Layla asked sipping on her refreshed drink.

"I know everybody on my VIP list," he replied taking a swig of his beer.

"Your VIP list? I thought this was Antonio's club," she said looking around the club.

"I'm Sean, Antonio's business partner -- silent partner if you will," he said shaking her hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm-" Layla cut herself short, "well you already know my name."

"Yes, I do. Why don't you come up to my booth so we can talk? It's a little quieter up there."

Up in the VIP booth Layla and Sean chatted the entire night. He kept ordering drink after drink and after she said she couldn't take another drink he ordered more. Layla didn't realize it at the time but she was quickly becoming intoxicated. Sean then ordered everybody out of the VIP booth. Layla was a little worried being this drunk and alone with Sean but after a few minutes passed and he hadn't tried anything she loosened up again. The danced song after song with Sean's smooth hands moving from her hips to her waist, her neck and down her back. He tried to touch every part of her body and with the little clothing she had on, it wasn't difficult. Layla was perfectly content being in the booth alone with Sean. Either the liquor or the man himself had her feeling sexy and alive. The beat from the bass vibrated through her body as she swayed her body next to Sean's. Sean stood behind Layla as she continued to dance to the music from below where the DJ's booth stood. His butter pecan arms reached around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. Jolts of currents flowed from his body to hers as if he was shocking her with static electricity. That only charged her body causing her to become more aroused. Layla didn't think it was possible to become any more aroused than she already was. His cologne filled her nose and she inhaled deeply trying to get all of his scent inside her.

"Layla!" Somebody cried from below. Layla didn't even hear it.

"Layla!" They screamed again this time Sean heard and he tapped her hip with his right hand jarring her from her cologne-induced trance.

"What?" Layla screamed down to Monica.

"Theresa is ready to go," she said pointing to Theresa who was sitting at the bar looking as bored as possible.

"Do we have to?" She asked not wanting to leave Sean.

"Hey, I'll take you home," Sean whispered into her ear.

"Are you sure?" Layla asked turning to face him. She silently prayed he'd answer yes as she lost herself in his light brown eyes which were enhanced by his extremely long curly eyelashes.

"I don't want you to go anywhere right now," he said barely kissing her lips.

Layla felt her bones dissolve to almost liquid as his lips scarcely grazed her lips.

"I've got a ride," Layla hollered down to Monica. "Go on without me!"

"Call me girl!" Monica screamed back then pointed to Theresa then pointed to the door disgusted.

Layla was relieved her night didn't have to end so soon. She was also happy not to have to ride home with Theresa. While she loved her girls she hated the way Theresa acted after going out. She was always miserable from sitting at the bar all night which was always her fault.

"You ok?" Sean asked.

"Oh, yes. I was just thinking about my girls," she said turning back around.

"I didn't mean to keep you from them if you didn't want to stay," he said lifting her chin to face him eye to eye. He had to bend down some to meet her five foot three height as he stood almost six feet tall.

"No! I mean, no. I'm fine. I want to stay with you," Layla cleaned it up a little.

"You know, the club is about to close anyway. Let me take you home," Sean grabbed her hand and headed for the stairs.

Layla was defeated but happy that he'd made her night so special. When they arrived at her parents' house Layla didn't know what to do. She couldn't invite him in for a drink with her elderly mom and dad but didn't want him to think she was giving him the cold shoulder.

"I'd invite you in, but-" 

Sean leaned in and planted another sensual kiss on Layla's lips causing that tingling sensation she'd felt in the club when he first kissed her.

They weren't parked right in front of her parents' home just a couple of houses down away from the street light.

"I...I better get going," she stammered.

Sean got out of his car and walked around to open Layla's door. He was a gentleman too, Layla thought watching him open her door. Once she stepped out of the passenger door he took her into his arms and kissed her again. Layla was sure she wouldn't be able to take much more of his kisses, but not wanting his lips to be anywhere but on hers she kissed him back. He lifted her off the ground and placed her on the warm hood of his car. The hood of the car was warm to her bare thighs. Layla wrapped her legs around his black pants and leaned back on the car. Sean ran his hands up Layla's legs giving him the hardest erection he'd ever had. He bent down and lifted her top above her round breasts and took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it gently. Layla's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she relaxed into the moment.

"I've got to have you Layla," Sean unzipped his pants not thinking for a minute that they were in a residential neighborhood.

He pulled her to the edge of his car and with her legs still wrapped around him entered her slow and gentle. She moaned the more he filled her and placed her arms around his neck. Sean gave her slow but purposeful strokes causing Layla to shiver from the pleasure leaving her craving more. In and out his penis penetrated her body, violating all types of rules. Layla thought, if what she was doing was wrong she never wanted to do anything right again. Just as Layla was reaching levels of ecstasy never before felt by her she saw headlights out of the corner of her eye. This was particularly odd for her neighborhood. The average age of these residents was 55 she couldn't imagine anybody coming home at this time of night. That's when she saw the red, blue and yellow lights on the roof of the car and realized it was the police. Sean nonchalantly tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped up. Layla hid her head in Sean's chest and prayed they would just roll by. Slowly, the police car approached the couple. Layla's heart raced and nearly jumped out of her throat as she waited for the cop to pass. 

"Everything ok here?" The policeman asked shining his spot light on the two of them.

"Why, yes sir." Sean spoke up. "Just dropping my girl off."

"Well, we got a call of suspicious activity in this neighborhood. You guys wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

"No sir, wouldn't have a clue about that," Sean replied.

Then more voices came from his radio.

"We've got to take this call. You guys won't be out here much longer will you son?" The policeman patronized Sean.

"No sir."

"Good. I don't expect to find you two when I return," the policeman said driving off.

Sean wrapped his arms around Layla, "You ok baby girl?"

"I'm fine just embarrassed," she answered hanging her head.

"I didn't want it to end like this," he said kissing her neck.

"It doesn't have to, but you have to promise me you'll be quiet. Very quiet."

"What? Why do I have to be quiet?" Sean asked.

"I...well...I live with my parents. I'm not a bum or anything. My mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer about a year ago and I moved in to help them. They're getting older and well I just thought it was my duty to help them out," Layla looked up at Sean for the first time since the cops left.

"Oh, I see."

"Nevermind. Thank you for a nice evening," she said hopping off the hood of Sean's car.

"Wait! All I said was 'I see'. I still don't want the night to end. Please tell me what I have to do," he said reaching out for her arm preventing her from walking away. "Come on baby girl." 

"If you really want this, you'll wait for me at the side gate," she said pulling away from his grip and walking towards the house.

Layla crept as quietly as she could through the house and down into the basement. Inside her room she shoved all of the clothes she had on her bed under her bed. She lit a few lavender scented candles she had in an attempt to enhance the mood. She took off her heels then exited the house via the back porch. Walking past her parents' bedroom window Layla held her breath and tried her best to avoid making a sound. The gate creaked as she opened it, and Layla only opened it wide enough for Sean's colossal sized body to fit. Layla guided him down the side of the house helping him avoid the many pitfalls of rocks, dips and the infamous rose garden that had caught Layla and her siblings on several occasions.

"So, this is your room?" Sean asked holding her hand standing in the middle of her room.

"Shhhh," Layla put her finger to his lips.

Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt peeling it off his body and letting it fall to the floor. Sean then pulled off the undershirt he had on. Layla dropped to her knees and began unbuttoning his pants.

"Oooh," Sean moaned with anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Layla turned on her stereo and played her slow jams CD in an attempt to muffle Sean's noises and the noises she was making undressing him. The sound of the zipper was barely audible to Layla and she stood centimeters from the zipper, so she was confident her parents were oblivious to it. Layla pulled his pants down tugging them from his waist all the way down to the floor making sure neither his belt nor the contents of his pants made noise. Sean stood there in the middle of Layla's bedroom wearing only in his boxers. He looked so sexy to Layla standing there before her. All she wanted to do was climb him and upon reaching the top hold on to those muscular arms and let him protect her. Restraining herself Layla pulled down his boxers which immediately caused his penis to jump at attention to her. Sean stepped out of his boxers but remained in the same spot. Layla rubbed his legs up and down then scooted closer to him. He pointed his penis down towards her and fed her his enormous dick. She hungrily accepted his dick and sucked and licked him as if it were a never ending popsicle. Sean arched back enjoying Layla's feast of sorts. Layla pulled him out of her mouth and tickled the tip with the tip of her tongue causing spasms to run through Sean's body. Greedily she gulped up his dick again taking in all that she could. Sean looked down into Layla's hungry eyes as she peered up at him above his penis. He watched his dick disappear and reappear from her mouth. In and out she sucked and pleased him. Sean grew harder inside her mouth. His penis throbbed as her tongue made circles around him. Layla could feel the blood rush through his penis as she sucked on him. Small drops of precum seeped into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed it. 

"Oh my God baby girl," Sean hissed.

Layla took him out of her mouth, scooted even closer to him and began to tease his balls with the tip of her tongue. Sean twitched with the first lick. Her smooth tongue glided along his testicles, tasting and licking every square inch of him. His knees shook as he took her head in his hands and guided her up off her knees. Sean turned Layla around to untie her top; he stepped closer to her with his dick gently poking her in her back. He let go of her top and cupped her breasts causing each nipple to become as erect as his penis. Sliding his hands from her breasts and moving down her stomach he wondered just how much more foreplay he could stand before he threw her on the bed and devoured her body. His hands found the zipper of her mini skirt and he tried his best to unzip it and free her from any clothes. He desperately wanted to feel her naked body against his. Unfortunately, his penis had drained his brain of all the blood necessary to complete this task. Layla giggled as he managed to zip the cloth of her skirt into the zipper.

"Let me help you with this," she said putting her petite hand on top of his and unzipping her skirt.

"Since you helped me with the zipper, let me help you with this," he said pulling her thong down her thighs. He bent down onto his knees and licked her belly button. He continued licking her as he removed her thong pulling it down to the ground. Layla stepped out of her thong and this time stood as vulnerable as Sean was just moments before. Reciprocating Layla's treat Sean feasted on her pussy as if it were a full course meal. He tickled her clit with his tongue as she had with his penis. He tasted her, and craved more of her. He raised his hands to her hips drawing her closer to him. He buried his face into her pussy which donned only one small strip of hair down the middle. He put her right leg over his left shoulder causing her to open up wider for him. Layla moaned louder than she expected and Sean raised his hand to her mouth placing one of his fingers into her mouth. She sucked hard on his finger as he continued please her with his tongue. Soon he put her left leg over his right shoulder and held her up off the ground by holding onto her ass. She slid down his chin and rested on his chest. His hands moved from her apple-bottom to the small of her back as he carried her two steps to her queen-sized bed and rested her on her back. He spread her legs wide as he moved between them then wrapped them around his waist. With an arm on each side of her Layla grabbed a hold of them while peering into his eyes. She wanted to tell him something, show him how amazing he made her feel but nothing would come out of her mouth. He kissed her forehead and as he did so he entered her as effortlessly as he did when he had her on the hood of his car outside.




The Club



"I won the bet, so I get to do it my way," my wife explained as we got out of the car. "I'll pick whom I choose and you've only got a yes or no vote, no negotiations or questions. All right?"

"Okay by me," I said. This was certainly a new turn of events, as she usually was more sedate and reserved and let me always take the lead. My wife is a petite brunette, with awesome legs, a very nice ass, little pert boobs, and she wore her dark hair long. Tonight she had painted her face to really emphasize her eyes and she looked like a million bucks. She had on this blue-jeans dress that buttoned up the front. She'd unbuttoned the top four buttons on her dress and three on the sheer blouse underneath. She never wore a bra and every once in awhile I could catch a glimpse or her tiny nipples.

Her shapely legs were really shown off by those hose, and I recognized them as the kind that required a garter belt. I wondered if she was wearing the matching panties and was tempted to raise her skirt to find out, but we were directly in the light over the door.

The interior of the club was dimly lit and it wasn't that crowded, not for a Friday night, but it was still early. We got a small table in the back and I ordered for us and then watched the waitress shay her ass in the way to the bar. De nudged me under the table and leaned closer to whisper that it was okay for me to flirt, but I wasn't to pick anyone special. I asked how far the flirting was allowed to go, and she smiled impishly and told me that we could touch and kiss and that was it.

"Yes or no," she demanded.

"Yes, of course," I quickly agreed and by then the waitress was at our table, setting our drinks down. I bent over to check out her legs and she laughed as she looked at De.

"You going to let him get away with that?" she asked, but she was still laughing.

"Why not? You've got such a beautiful ass. I wish mine looked as good," De sighed with a laugh.

"Don't be silly, stand up and let me see your butt," said the waitress.

I thought De was going to refuse, but she surprised me by standing up and bending over her chair, slowly swaying her ass. "See? Not as beautiful as yours."

"Let's say equally as beautiful," said the waitress, "so it's a tie."

De quickly agreed and sat down. Then the waitress touched De's hand and leaned over and whispered something in her ear. They both smiled at each other and De brushed her thigh as she moved off to take more orders.

"What did she say to you?"

"Girl talk," said De and no matter how I asked her she always gave the same answer, so I dropped the subject and we talked of other things. However, I did notice that every time the waitress checked on our table, she always managed to touch my wife or De managed to touch her first. By the time we were on our third round, De was rubbing the waitress's thigh when she sat our drinks down.

"My name's Hanna," said the waitress as she wiggled against De's hand. "I get off at ten."

"Mmmm, I'd like to get you off before that!" laughed my wife.

"Meet me out front a few minutes after ten and you can get me off by ten-thirty!"

De patted her ass and told her it was a date. We finished our drinks and went out for some fresh air. It was almost ten so we decided to wait and see if Hanna actually came out or if that was her way of getting a better tip. If it was, it worked as De insisted on giving her an eleven dollar tip on a nine dollar tab. Oh well, it was worth the ten dollars to get to watch them together.

We were just getting to our car, when Hanna joined us. She had on tight jeans and a button-up blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples strained the material.

"I'm glad you guys waited on me to change," she said as she sat her purse on the trunk. "I know this great club right down the road or we could go to my place for a few drinks. I've got a pretty well-stocked bar and I know I have what you two drink," she laughed.

De quickly agreed that drinks at her house sounded better than a noisy club. "Do you want to ride with us, or do you want us to follow you?"

"Follow me, but I only live two blocks over. Turn right at this light and left two lights down. My place is on the right and you can park at the curb."

"Great. Want us to pick anything up on the way?"

"Nope, I think I've got it all," replied Hanna.

We got there just as Hanna was turning off her engine, and we joined her on the porch as she unlocked the door. Ushering us inside, she motioned to the couch as she went over to the bar and fixed all three of us a drink.

When she turned back around, I noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse almost all the way down, giving us an excellent view of her rounded breasts. She wiggled her way back across the carpet and handed me my soda, bending way over when she did. She leaned even farther over De and lightly kissed her on the neck.

"Wanna dance?" she cooed as she pulled De to her feet.

"Sure," replied De as she slipped into Hanna's arms. They rubbed their nipples against each other until each set were hard as rocks. When the radio played a slow rock song, Hanna slipped her hands between them and gently started unbuttoning De's dress. It wasn't long before De kicked it off completely along with her shoes.

My wife un-tucked Hanna's blouse and slipped it off over the tall brunette's head. Her nipples were dark and huge, quite a contrast to De's. My wife had tiny, light-pink nipples and even when they were hard, they were tiny compared to Hanna's. I watched as they got back to rubbing each other's breasts as they kissed, and I was hard as a rock, my cock straining against my slacks.

The song finally ended and they swayed across the room to me and dropped to their knees in front of me, one on each side, and De reached up and ran her fingers over the bulge in my pants.

"Mmmm," she sighed, "Look what I've found."

"What? Show me," whispered Hanna. "Let me see his hard cock."

De undid my belt and pants, slowly pulling them down over my knees. I kicked them off barely in time before Hanna had my hard cock firmly in her hand. "I love it," she sighed. "It's so big and hard."

"It tastes good too," chimed in De as she took the head in her mouth. Hanna started stroking me deeper and deeper into my wife's eager mouth, then she leaned in and kissed my balls. Sucking first one then the other as she kept stroking my hard cock into De's mouth. Just when I thought I would explode, Hanna licked up the shaft and forced De off my throbbing cock with a deep kiss.

They continued to kiss over the head of my cock for several seconds then Hanna slipped me in to her mouth and quickly bobbed her head, forcing almost all of my ten inch cock down her throat.

De pushed me back on the bed and kissed me. Hanna kept sucking my cock, taking more with each thrust until she had it all down her throat. That was all I could take and I exploded, shooting great gobs of hot cum down her throat and into her mouth. De quickly joined Hanna in sucking my cock, licking all the sticky goo off Hanna's lips as well as my shaft.

With a moan, Hanna slipped up over top of me and kissed me. Shoving me back on the couch, she managed to get my shirt off with little trouble and then De joined us in kissing. Shortly, it was just the two girls kissing and De gasped when Hanna pushed her down on the floor and went down on her. 

I reached down and rubbed Hanna's beautiful ass, she sighed even as De moaned and came under her flicking tongue. Hanna kept getting my wife off, over and over again until De forced her to release her tender clit.

"Get naked," De pleaded to Hanna. "I want you!"

As Hanna slipped off the couch, De pulled me down on top of her and kissed me, wiggling her hips to rub her wet pussy against my hardening cock. I felt Hanna's hand grab my cock and guide it into my wife's tight pussy. She continued to fondle my balls as I fucked De with long, slow strokes. Then she gently tried to pull me off the couch so I could join her on the carpet. 

I slowly pulled out of my wife and got off the couch. By the time I pushed Hanna back onto her back, De had joined us. She laid down between Hanna's shapely legs, her long hair falling over Hanna's stomach as she kissed her. Hanna pulled me down and kissed me hard as her hand found my cock. She pulled my hard cock towards her greedy mouth as I licked down her throat, to capture her hard nipple in my mouth. Sucking first one, then the other of her swaying breasts, I could tell by Hanna's moans that she was loving the attention De was paying to her as well.

Kissing down Hanna's stomach, I licked my way thru De's hair, gently pushing her farther down Hanna's legs. Just as Hanna took my hard cock in her mouth, De sat up and let me see all of Hanna's body.

What a surprise that was, as Hanna had a cock, and she was rock hard! De leaned in and kissed me, and guided my head down towards Hanna's swaying cock. I felt her jump as I slipped the head in my mouth and started sucking. I kept sucking her cock as I turned around so I could fondle her balls as well. With my other hand, I grasped the hard shaft and stroked it in time to my bobbing head.

My wife had moved up and was kissing Hanna, then she pushed me away so she could straddle Hanna's hips. With a wiggle and a moan, De slipped Hanna's huge cock deep inside her pussy. My wife increased her rocking and seconds later she came on Hanna's thrusting cock. With a gasp, Hanna filled De's pussy with hot cum and they kissed as they both came several times over.

When De finally rolled off, I took Hanna's shrinking cock in my hand and stroked her even as I found De's cunt with my other hand.

"Suck it," whispered De. "I want to see you taste her cum mixed with mine."

I leaned down and took her in my mouth, and she was salty, sticky and very slippery in my mouth. Hanna groaned and pulled my hair as I forced all of her down my throat. Luckily, she was only half hard, as I could of never taken all of her massive cock when she was fully erect.

"Oh," moaned Hanna after a few more minutes under my tongue, "I want you to fuck me."

I found the lotion where she'd pointed, and quickly lubed my hard cock especially around the head while Hanna raised her shapely buttocks up off the floor and begged me to fuck her in the ass. I gently eased myself into her tight little hole, and she moaned every time I slipped a bit more of my hard cock inside her. Catching her legs behind the knees, I held her butt in the air as I pushed all ten inched inside her. I started fucking her tight little asshole with long, slow strokes. Hanna moaned each time my balls slapped her upturned ass cheeks. 

My wife leaned in and pushed Hanna's legs down enough to get her head down on her stomach, then she took Hanna's cock in her eager mouth. A few strokes latter, Hanna came in great shuddering gasps and De quickly swallowed every drop of her sticky cum. When her muscles tightened on my shaft, I groaned and shoved my throbbing cock as deep in her ass and I came as well. We finally untangled and collapsed on the floor, with Hanna cuddling my wife.



The Club



Lisa went to the club as usual on Friday morning. She enjoyed her time on the elliptical trainer, chatting with her friends to make it seem shorter. Then she did the upper body circuit ending with some intense ab work before heading into the showers. The only difference this morning, was the scheduled massage. She was really looking forward to it. Her muscles had been so tense lately, and having almost every inch of her body kneaded and loosened was a dream. Lisa looked at the clock. Good! I still have half an hour before I go in. She walked to the locker room, grabbed her towels and opened her locker. There always were women milling about the locker room in little more then a towel, so Lisa had gotten used to dropping off all of her clothes, tossing a towel over her shoulders and heading into the sauna. 

What a way to end the week, she thought, as she spread her towel on the wooden bench of the sauna. The darkness and heat of the room were enveloping. She closed her eyes as she relaxed into it, sweat starting to cascade down her body. For some reason, the heat and the dripping wetness made her feel very sexual, and her hand slid to her vagina almost unconsciously. It's a good thing that the sauna stays pretty empty. Someone would be in for a surprise if they walked in right now. Lisa's middle finger was dipping ever so slightly into her vagina. Just lightly dragging the juices over her clit in an almost teasing fashion. Mmmmm, this feels good. She knew she couldn't go much further. Not here in the sauna, when she looked up and noticed the clock. Darn. Time to go. 

She grabbed her towel, went into the shower to cool off, and get rid her of the smell of sweat which was just starting to mix with the smell of arousal. One more bit of tenseness to add to the massage, which she was so ready for. Stopping back at her locker, Lisa grabbed the robe the club provided and headed to back where the massage room was located. The rooms were so far removed from the rest of the club, that you couldn't hear any of the noise from the main floor. Mood music helped to make you feel far removed from civilization. A woman came in, showed Lisa to her room and went into the typical, before massage, spiel. "There is the hanger for your robe. You will be starting face down, so just get yourself set, take a few deep breaths to relax and your masseuse will be with you shortly."

As Lisa settled herself into the feel of the table, she felt the week's worth of stress start to leave her body. There was a slight tap at the door to which she said, "I'm ready", then the door opened and closed. The masseuse was busy turning the lights just so, starting the music, and grabbing the oils. No talking. Actually just the way Lisa liked it. She never liked getting into small talk while she was getting a massage. Half the time she was just wanting to melt into the feel of hands on her body, and the other half she was fantasizing about those very same hands doing much more. 

Footsteps came over towards her head, and at the same moment that the feel of large, strong hands glided over her back, She knew that Nicole must have had the day off. These were most definitely the hands of a man. Smooth long strokes were gliding down the center of her back, then spreading out in a round curve to come back up the outer edges. Heaven. Lisa relaxed and slowly started to fade out and into the touch and movement surrounding her. Dan was loving this. Who knew that just slipping a healthy "tip" to Nicole would give him such easy access to this room and to Lisa's body. He was slightly worried that he would be caught out right away, but Lisa made it so easy. She liked the quiet. No talking, and that kept his secret for far longer. Perfect, he thought. Now I can really take my time. The preparations had been made to the room long ago, and it really was isolated. And lockable. No chance of disturbances. 

He gave himself permission to take his time. And that he did. He could feel her body melt into his hands as they glided down her back. As they came back up and around, he thought he heard a soft moan. She really is vocal. Dan was every bit the professional as he plied her body, first one side, then the other. Occasionally the sides of his hands would glide just a bit lower then they should on her sides. Just brushing the protruding mounds of her breasts, but never too often to get her tense. Then as he worked first one leg, and then the other, his hands would glide over her ass, grabbing at just the right time to pull the lips of her pussy apart. He could tell it was working by the sounds of her moans, soft and sweet and the increase in her breathing. But not too much. It wasn't the right time. Yet!

As the time came for her to roll over, he stood to the side, holding the sheet up in front of him, and as she settled in on her back, he handed her a face mask to put over her eyes. This was too easy, he thought. He watched as she settled into the table, and made the slight adjustments necessary for his plan to work. 

Lisa was loving this. Getting a massage always made her feel so luxurious. But today, it felt just slightly different. She wasn't sure why, but she noticed that she was fantasizing just a bit more today then usual. It must be because he has such strong hands, she thought. It sure is nice having a man's hands on me. Too much is never enough! As she settled in on her back, Dan gently lifted her legs to place the bolster pillow below her knees. That always took the pressure off of her back, so she was glad that he didn't forget that part. His hands also glided slowly down her calf, over her foot and back up again. He repeated this same process on her other leg. That was a bit more unusual, but it felt great anyway. 

The face mask helped her to let go, and really focus on the hands gliding over her body. Dan started on one shoulder, kneading the muscles of her arm in just the right way. All the way down to her fingertips and back up again. He started to stretch her arm out to the side, working the joint looser, until he ended up placing her arm over her body, with her hand settled right over her head. He stepped around and repeated this process with her other arm, once again, ending with her arm over her head. As her hand settled in, near her other hand, she felt something tighten slightly over her wrist. She wouldn't have thought too much about this, until.... His thumbs pushed into the curve of her shoulder, easing the knots that had built up there. Then they glided down close to her throat, sliding slowly down the center of her breasts toward her belly. Still no cause for alarm. But they didn't stop there. Ever so slowly, they worked lower and lower. To her belly button, to the slight rise of her belly, to the top of her well trimmed pussy. The sheet that covered her body was sliding down at the same speed of his thumbs, and ever spreading fingers. She could smell his body as leaned over her lower and lower. Ok, NOW was the time for alarm. She tried to get up and push him away, and found that her hands wouldn't listen. She could not move.

His low voice whispered next to her head. "You've teased me long enough. Now it's my turn to tease you." She knew that voice. But she was having a hard time connecting that voice to this place. "Dan? What are you doing? What are you doing here?" What the.... Her voice stopped mid sentence as she realized that her hands were tied to the table above her head. The face mask was still on, so she couldn't see him. But there was no mistaking who he was. Her "flirt buddy". She thought that he was perfectly content in their flirting relationship, but I guess I was wrong. She started to push off of the table with her legs, but as her knees bent up higher, he pulled on a strap that tightened around her ankles. Now she was in a most precarious situation. Arms strapped above her head, breasts protruding, legs locked to a table, which wouldn't have been so bad, but when she had moved to get up, her knees were stuck in a bent position, which spread her legs in a most suggestive way. The only saving grace was that the sheet was still covering her lower body.

Dan knew that his patience had paid off. He stood back and admired Lisa's body. Those full tits that were always pushing through the fabric of her shirts, just waiting to be touched, Those full, curvy hips, just waiting to be grabbed and those lips just waiting to be kissed. He started with those first. A soft gentle kiss, with just the tip of his tongue reaching out to stroke her lips. Lisa started to protest, but he quieted her quickly with a gasp as he grabbed her right nipple. This was no gentle, lover,s touch, but an insistent pressure that she couldn't ignore. "Ok, you have me at your mercy. What do you want me to do?" "Oh, I think that you are doing it quite well, said Dan, as he reached around and grabbed her other nipple between his thumb and his hand. She gasped again, and her heart started to beat quicker. She had never felt so helpless, so at the mercy of another, so turned on. 

He took his time exploring the fullness of her tits. He had wanted to touch them for so long. Now his hand could slowly lift the curve of her breast, until his hand closed once again around her nipple. Her reaction was glorious. Her body lifted as she arched her back into his hands, jerking only slightly when he tightened his grip on her nipple. Leaning down, he pulled that same nipple into his mouth. This time her moan wasn't so soft. Especially when he caught it between his teeth and his lips and pulled again. She liked it more, the harder he tugged. Her reactions were easy to judge. 

AS her breath quickened, she tried to talk her way off of the table. Dan, please let my arms free. You don't need to take me this way." But a slow smile crossed his face, as he looked up and down her body. "Oh, yes I do, he said. With that his hands trailed once again down her body, pulling the sheet with it. He had been planning this for a while, and wasn't going to rush anything. Her bush was trimmed short, but the best part was that her lips were shaven clean and smooth. What a view. Her lips were peeking out, and he could see the moisture building up between her legs. With a slow, tantalizing touch, he trailed his hands over her pussy. Never staying there long enough. Trailing there once again, only to glide down her left thigh, again then over her right thigh. She didn't realize that with each glide, he was pressing her thighs open wider and wider, and her lips were opening more and more until her clit was peeking out. He knew what he was going to do next as Dan positioned himself for better access. With the softest touch, his tongue slowly teased the lips of her vagina. He didn't go anywhere near her clit. He knew that she would be begging for it soon enough, and he had time. His tongue lapped her in long sweet strokes, first one side, then the other. Her moaning, at first soft and sporadic, had reached a rhythm to match his. Stroke for stroke, breath for breath, heartbeat ever increasing. Every so often he would lean back. Then he would use his hands. Two fingers gliding around her clit. Never touching it. Gliding around her clit again, until they slid, so easily into her cunt. He was still waiting. He knew it was coming soon. Soft licking, teasing, then dipping his fingers in. A smile crossed his face as a curse crossed her lips. 

Dan, you son of a bitch, she said. Suck it, touch it, do something. NOW! He smiled again, but obliged her. Willingly. Her moans increased as his tongue ran circles around her clit. First softly licking then flicking it. She was seconds away from an orgasm, and as he thrust first one then two fingers into her pussy, he latched onto her clit, sucking for all that he was worth. Her body erupted in an orgasm that drenched his hand as she bit her lip and tried so hard not to scream. He stopped sucking, but his mouth never left her clit. Not until all of the throbbing stopped. When she came back down to earth, she realized that his fingers were still inside of her. Holding still, but still there. And the only reason that his mouth finally backed away from her clit, was to lap up some of her juices. His tongue was once again soft and slow. Tantalizing. She thought that her breathing might even get back to normal, but no. Dan wasn't done yet. One orgasm wasn't what he had waited so long to see. She had teased him for too long, to not return the favor. 

His tongue dipped into the space where his fingers had just rested. And with his hands, he spread her lips to see the fullness of her. To see her clit, now swollen and glistening. To provide easy access to any part of her he liked. Then he stopped and stepped away. She was so lost in the feelings he evoked that she wasn't sure where he was until once again, she felt his touch on her breasts. Then his mouth, still tasting of her, on her mouth. This time his kiss was more forceful. With one hand grabbing the hair behind her head, and pulling her upward to meet his mouth. Their tongues danced back and forth. Not danced, wrestled. In and out, soft and warm and insistent. As they kissed his fingers once again found her nipples. He noticed that her kisses grew more passionate whenever he increased the pressure of his fingertips. Soon he was pinching and pulling on her nipples harder then he thought possible. But her kisses and her moaning encouraged him. When his hand slid upward from her breast toward her throat, she moaned louder. Then his finger slid into her mouth around the hot wetness of her tongue. He thought he could tease her longer, but knew that he had reached his limit. He needed to feel her wrapped around his cock. Needed to bury himself inside of her. 

Abandoning all pretext of restraint, he climbed up on the table. His cock was so hard that it hurt. Her pussy was so wet. He slid in smoothly, slowly. An inch in, then out, a little further in, then out again. Who was teasing who? He thought as he thrust fully now, engulfed by the hot, wetness of her. He took off her mask, then kissed her once again, hard, as they eased into an ever increasing rhythm. Their bodies moved as one, until he exploded inside of her. His body sagging into her, their breathing slowing down.

When they recovered, she asked if he could untie her now. Slowly he reached up and undid the straps around her wrists. Then reaching down, he loosened the straps around her ankles, and she lifted her legs out. With a smile on her face now, she rolled him over pushing his arms above his head. She didn't need the restraints for Dan, but liked the look of him stretched out. She caressed his chest with her hair, slowly gliding one way, then the other across his body. Her nipples brushed gently across his body as she slid lower and lower. When she reached his cock, she caressed it with her cheek. The soft skin touching the tip. She turned her face, so that he could feel her breath on him. He thought that he was finished, but the stirring in his groin told him otherwise. She liked to tease too. With her hand, she slid her hand from his knee to his hip, moving ever inward, inch by inch. He flinched as she cupped his balls, but her grasp help steady, and the pressure was just right. She leaned down, and still, with only the slightest breath, warmed his ever growing cock. Her head and hair moved around to caress his belly, the curve of the muscle into his groin, the base of his cock. But still her mouth would not satisfy. This time her nipples came to rest on the tip of his head. And with her other hand she grabbed the base of his penis and rolled it around her tit. First one, then the other. 

He was the one moaning now. She almost felt sorry for him, as her tongue reached for the base of his cock and worked a velvety line skyward. She started once again at the base, tasting herself and wrapping her lips around the width of him. She worked her way up until his head slipped into her mouth. Lisa knew how soft the bottom of her tongue was, so she used it expertly as her tongue swirled first one way, then the next. She held her grip constant on Dan's balls, while keeping this constant vigil on his head. He grabbed her head in return and the pressure that he placed there told her it was time for more. Slipping into a slow, steady rhythm, her head moved in time to the pressure of his hands, as his cock slid deeper and deeper toward the back of her throat. When she felt his grip tighten on her hair, she stopped. Although she didn't want to deny him the pleasure of coming like that, right then, she still wanted to feel him below her, filling her. She eased her way up, until her cunt slid tightly on his cock. It was her turn to go for a ride. Though he really didn't need prompting, she grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. She leaned on his chest as she arched her back, rocking back and forth with her hips. The contact on her clit was perfect. The current that ran directly from where his hands were working their magic on her tits to her clit was perfect. She alternated rocking back and forth grinding her clit on his body, with lifting her body to feel herself impaled with his cock once again. Pulling him into her deeper and deeper with each movement. She knew they wouldn't last long this way, and as she lost herself in the moment, the screams she heard were not only her own. 

They slowly came back down to earth and nearly fell asleep right there on the table. As they left for the showers, she looked back and smiled. See you next Friday? With a grin he said, No way. You will see me when you don't expect to.



The Club



I was at a club, trying to shove the feelings of loneliness and heartbreak away from me with a quiet desperation. I had been dancing to the pulsing beat of the loud music for awhile. I made it to the bar - sipping some water and watching the ebb and flow of the dancers on the floor. 

It was hard to see in this kind of light, with moving colors of red, blue and green. There she was in a black sleevless tank and tight fitting jeans. She was bumping and grainging with the rest of them, but somehow she was different. She had her eyes closed, and was going to her own rythm. She as seperate form the crowd, somehow. 

My cock twitched with anticipation. I knew she was the one. I stood up and straightend my blue jeans. I picked up my cowboy hat from the bar and headed over to her. In a moment we had made a connection. Each of us doing our own thing, but in tandem. As if we were strung together somehow. She opened her eyes for the first time and saw me. A slow smile played across her lips as she noticed the instant unintentional bond that sprung up between us. I smiled back at her. Her movements more calculated now, as she watched me watch her dance. The closer and closer she got, the more heated the dance became until her hips wer only a fraction of an inch away from my own, swaying back and forth in almost simulated sex. 

Suddenly, I felt ensnared. Somehow we had moved to the back of the club, still dancing. I felt a cold wall up against my sweaty back. A nice refuge from the other heated bodies around us. I stopped moving and just watched her, as the bulge in my pants grew exponentially. I think she did this on purpose, but I am not sure. Her hands touch me for the first time and its like lightening flowing through me as she runs them over my chest and down my stomach. My lower muscles contract unexpectedly. Her whole body moves in closer and the next thing I can feel is her hard nipples on my chest though the fabric of our clothes.

If there was any question of my cock not being hard before, it was rock solid now. The red rush filled my cheeks as I could not pull away to hide my apparent arousal. I kept my plams pressed up against the wall. I had never been with such a bold woman before, and I didn't know how to react. The close contact of her body on mine was addictive and I couldn't believe I was doing this. She ground her hips into my own, my erection pushing into the vee of her tight jeans. Her hands went around my waist as she pushed her breasts into my chest. My heart rate elevated on its own to about five hundred beats per second. I had never been this aroused this fast before. I felt like a teenager again, about to wet my pants.

She turned my head to the side and latched onto the sensitive part of my neck that always makes me shiver. It was darker in this area and not many people were around. Her whole body was up against me now, pressing but not moving to the music anymore. She had her own rythm. Her slim fingers found my fly and unbuttoned it. My hands found hers and stopped her actions quickly, but she just pushed them away, before continuing what she was doing. She pulled my rigid member out of my jeans and stroked me, nice and slow. I moaned and the only way she could hear me was though the vibrations of my throat because the music was so loud. 

Her hand on me was like magic. I couldn't help pushing myself forward in her grip as she stroked me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me, my cock pulsing up against the front of her. She moved her hand away but not before guiding me in between her legs. There was a slit there, that could not be seen with the visible eye. I could feel it though. She pressed my tip against her and she pushed forward. I felt the rough fabric be pushed aside by my cock and I was enveloped by her moist warmth. I let out a soft yell as she bit down on my sensitive neck. I did not expect the pain. I tried to pull away, but she just tightened her grip on my neck.

I stuck a couple of fingers in her belt loops at her sides before my hands became fists. If I could not get away, neither could she. I pushed her away, so that it was just my tip inside her before pulled her close to me again roughly and hard. She was going to come away from this as bruised as I was. I felt her whimper against my neck. To every one around us, I hoped it looked like she was just nuzzling me in the dark. I rammed her again, harder this time. She ground her pubic bone against me. God, if we kept this up, I knew I was going to blow my load. Her hands held me close as she rubbed her velvet softness up against me.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came, the orgasmic fluid flowing out of me and inside her all at once. I felt her convulse wildly in my embrace as I held her tight. She let go of my neck. I held my baited breath. She looked me in the eye before yelling over the music an enthusiastic thank you. I tucked myself back into my jeans before she pulled away completely.

I never saw that wonderful girl ever again. 

Or so I thought...



The Club



One night, my friends and I decided to go to a night club for some drinks and dancing. I wore a tight tank top, fire engine red, which showed of my full breasts, not too large yet not too small and a black silk mini skirt which flared out just below my ass. On my perfect size six feet I wore shiny black heals, the one's worn by strippers and models. And for the first time since my divorce I went panty less. Relishing in the warm summer breeze sifting through my satiny curls causing wetness between my already restless thighs, I felt like the sexist woman alive, the hottest mother on the planet. To add to the thrilling desire I slid in two silver balls gasping at the smooth and cold feeling. Widening my eyes as I felt them flare into instant fire within my awakening pussy, my inner muscles clenching with glee for this was the most action I have had in years since my divorce. With a toss of my glossy hair I was ready.

For many hours I danced the night away with my female friends, moaning aloud every time their arm brushed against my hard nipples or when their thigh brushed up against my constantly trembling thigh. The flashing lights added to the desire running through my pumping body, eyes sparkling with pure female lust, unconsciously calling to all and any male in range. With every innocent touch of my friends, I clenched my walls, inwardly sighing as the silver balls rubbed within, playing cat-and-mouse with each other like two children. Lightening shot through my veins, as I was pressed firmly into my friends, the dance floor becoming more crowded, lovers finding any excuse to touch, cling to the one they wanted for the night, the beat of the music directing us, commanding our bodies.

During one slow song, two of my friends sandwiched me, breasts rubbing, hips grinding, and fingers drifting to unknown places, tempting me, showing me what they want, what they need. The friend facing me blew gently in my ear, nails trailing softly up the back of my thighs causing me to tremble, clenching my pussy tighter, and my release on the verge of exploding. Noting how close I was to coming, she laughed, raking her claws further to reach my ass, meowing when she noticed that I was minus panties, curling her tips in my downy hair, enjoying the fact that she was making me squirm. 

The friend behind me purred as she witnessed the whole seduction, grinding her hips harder into my bottom, her slim hands cupping my swollen breasts, nipples peaking, urgently begging for attention. Her nails began chafing against my shirt, squeezing me, every pinch becoming more prominent and demanding, proving to not only her but also me that she held my passion in her hands, literally, a maniacal sound coming from her mouth due to my pleasure. 

I could feel my friend's arousal, for each degree my temperature rose, so did theirs, both sets of buds pebbling against my body, deciding that as lust induced as I was, my partners needed as much relief as myself. I leaned forward, moaning lightly in my lover's ear, pushing my butt back into the sway of another's pussy, making her as wet as I was, her scent melting with mine, the pounding of the music directing our movements, a lover's tango. All this female flesh, the caresses, groping caused me to erupt, my juices silently sliding down on my legs. It was such an extremely out of this world experience. I rested my head on my friends shoulder, kissing her neck lightly as she grabbed my ass, giggling.

I excused myself to go to the restroom, wanting to freshen up and toss out the silver balls, secretly smiling for they had done their purpose. It took me a few tries to push out the balls since my inner muscles had not stopped quivering do to the mind blowing orgasm on the dance floor. I finally cupped the two slick toys in my trembling hands, rolling my eyes with the last mini release, before throwing them into the disposable waste basket hanging on the stall wall. Absolutely sedated, I splashed water over my still flushed face, ignoring the fever in my eyes, and then headed to the upper level, leaning on to the rail. 

I watched many couples grinding hotly against one another, slipped fingers between thighs and cupping, hard and soft. All trying to reach the ultimate goal: complete sexual satisfaction. Woman groping men, boys made sloppy attempts to woo girls and I felt another rush to join the gyrating pairs who continued to dry fuck. Within the lights, I saw the flows of minds crying out: "I want you!", "Fuck me now!", "My house, and tonight!" making me almost desperately straddle the black rail wanting to come again even greater than before, more intense.

Just as I was about to join my friends, a pair of strong arms closed about me, hips pressing me into the rail. I gasped, preparing myself to confront my attacker, my body enjoying the male smell, the virility of the body pushing into me, challenging me to deny its wants, about to take its needs. A large rough hand closed my swan like neck, warm harsh breathing pelting my ear, each puff rougher and rougher, with each swift jolt, my fear and desire escalating. 

"I have been watching you all night," growled my dangerous admirer. "I nearly exploded watching your girls playing with your sexy body, cream yourself, my-" shoving urgently in warning into my exposed ass, "-panty less slut." 

"Oh...my...God." I whimpered, trying mercilessly to turn around, my hips jerking back to make contact with his hard cock. I could smell his desire, his lust soaring through his body, urging him to take, devour his prey. There was no escape, male cornering female, song and dance as old as time. 

"And now I am going to fuck you so good, so hard that you will be begging me for more." He bit my neck, his sharp teeth piercing my soft skin, branding me, his victim, placing his mark for all to see and him to admire. His powerful body still pinning me into the rail, proved how weak I was, there was no escape until he wanted to let up, until he was utterly and completely satisfied. He grunted harshly, his free hand yanking at his zipper nearly ripping it, cursing under his breath for his pants were so full, so tight with the muscle of man. Then he continued. "The best part is, you won't see my face, won't know who slid this big fat dick in your puny cunt." 

"Oh, God." I repeated anxiously tightening my grip on the only support I had, my knuckles straining, turning white, refusing to let go, not wanting to show him how truly weak I was. I was mentally denying this, rejecting his nasty, degrading words as my body prepared itself, blood racing hotly in my veins, legs spreading inviting his dominance, his possession. 

"Touch your breast!" He ordered spreading my thighs further apart with his meaty palms, fingers digging roughly into my sensitive skin, preparing my body to accommodate his massive one, his penis slapping joyfully against my butt cheeks, as I follow his orders, clutching my tits in my trembling hands. 

"Now, pinch your nipples." He barked, panting with excitement as I obeyed him, plucking at my still tender nipples, whimpering, not sure how much more my quaking body could handle. "Harder!" 

I pinched as hard as I could, nails digging painfully in to the erect peaks, my head thrown back roughly on his shoulder, a slight crack as bone connected to bone, too hot to even care about that certain pain, sobbing quietly at the more prominent pleasure-pain. His sweaty, meaty palm squeezed my throat, the only sign that showed his excitement beside the muscle pounding fiercely between his legs. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as I felt the thick, hot head of his cock teasing my now dripping opening, bathing him in my unique scent. Eve tempting Adam. 

I bucked against him many times, female begging male into a lover's dance, groaning each time of being denied. My hands flew from my reddened breasts to his jutted hips, pulling him to me while I ground my ass urgently into what I wanted, what I craved, always to be refused. His gruff laughter spiking my neck with each grab of his hips, buck of my tinier hips goading his larger ones in a sexual tango, beyond caring how desperate I was, pleading for his touch, his possession. 

"I am your master." He slapped my ass hard leaving a red print, my flesh burning, each finger mark shots of fire racing along my fevered skin, his motion made to punish yet having the opposite effect, his abuse telling me of how much he wanted me, craved, exciting me more. "Say it!" 

Easing up on my throat, he drew my head closer to his ears, growling, his noise a nonverbal threat, trying to force me into a darker side of passion. I mumbled, "You are my master," breaking into a moan as his penis entered deeper into my thick folds, my juices weeping my surrender, mind and body at war. Shafts of lust shot through me, my body preparing itself for the biggest explosion ever had, quaking with jolts of my captors passions, showing how with me he was. I was not alone. 

"Don't forget that," He preached, thrusting fully into my pussy causing me to scream in dark ecstasy, his hand covering my open mouth my cry muffled by his meaty paw, my instinct to bite back, a rewarding second smack on the cheeks as further torture. My hands flew to his arm, still holding me prisoner, my nails biting into his roughened flesh, marking him in return, my defiance in my movements rather then my words. 

"It is time." He said at last, moving forcefully into my small canal, tears seeping from my eyes, a mixture of relief, pain, and embarrassment. With all the fight gone from my body, I went along with his forceful persuasion, backing into his groin, not much room to move but enough to show him that I was still with him, slave to his mastering. That was my mistake for he gripped my hip tightly, holding me still while his free hand returned to my throat, clenching with each push. 

With a few quick strokes, I exploded, reaching for the stars waiting for him to join me. I felt his cock grow wider, wondering if I could stretch any further before a gush of liquid entered me, rushing for my eggs, knowing it was his turn to be denied. A few more quakes and it were over, my sore vagina trying desperately to withdraw from its captor, my neck angling from his still fierce grip.

With a rough kiss on the cheek and a last slap on the ass, he was gone, no trace of who he was or if he was still here watching me. Fear mingled with female sexual power kept me scanning the dance floor hoping he was watching me, wondering if one of the many men I danced with was the one man moments ago that had had his eleven inch dick in me.



The Club



In taking you out tonight my dear husband, I request that you dress very nicely. 

We go to a very elegant club, and you notice that as we walk pass the man at the door, he looks at my wrist and the new little bracelet I just recently acquired over the past few days. I nod to him and he lets us pass beyond a curtain. As we enter, you see a small stage to the left, the lights throughout the room are dim, and you notice some very beautiful, half-naked waitresses walking throughout the place. A blond hostess with long legs and flowing blond hair down to her ass, greets us and then takes us to our table over on the right side of the club, across from the stage. She takes our drink orders, and as you look about, another lady walks onto the stage and the lights dim more. She sings a short bluesy tune and you look at me a bit confused. I tell you to relax, and that I have a surprise for you - not to worry. 

After a few more songs and a couple of drinks, the stage goes dark and you notice there is a waitress standing by each table, including ours. They each hold out a silver tray to the men and they look for consent from the ladies at the table, including me. We each nod to the girl, and I look to you, and again reassure you by leaning over to you and kissing you passionately. I tell you to go ahead and wear the blindfold that lies on the silver tray - I am not going to leave you side. Once comfortably placed over your eyes, you feel the waitress take your hand and prompt you to stand up. Her movement makes you jump, and I lean in and whisper near your ear that I am still here, and to go ahead, it will be okay. You feel my soft breath on you neck and you smile, pleased that I am still there with you. 

You are led very slowly, and after a short walk, you can tell we have entered a room. You sense our waitress moving in front of you and she places her hands on the front of your jacket. You can feel her hands move down over your chest, and then you hear her speaking - "Is this what you wish?" You hear me respond next to you, "Yes, and so does my husband." You start to say something, but then she leans in to kiss you, and you are surprised, but your blindfold has made you more aware of her soft lips, and when she is done kissing you, I see the smile on your mouth and can tell you are pleased. Again, I lean into you ear, and whisper, "I love you dear." 

Our sexy waitress still has her hands on your chest, and you can feel her pull the jacket open. Another set of hands are at your back and they help her remove your jacket. You try to lift your hands to remove the blindfold so you can see what is going to happen next, but I whisper from behind you, "No no, dear heart. We will let you know when you can remove the blindfold." Once the jacket has been removed our waitress again takes your hand and leads you to a solid piece of furniture. She guides your hand down to it so you feel the velvet of the material, and you realize it is a bed - I see the concern on your face. She has you sit on the end of it and as you go to protest, she kneels before you and leans in to kiss you again, but this time she takes your hands and brings them up and over breasts and nipples. I see you smile, and that you are pleased where this is going, and so your words of protest are lost in a deep kiss with our waitress. 

While you play with our waitress's breasts, making her nipples harden beneath your fingers, a second set of hands are now down at your feet removing your shoes and socks. Once done, you sense them move behind you letting the nails travel slowly down your back, and then start to pull at your shirt. Your waitress has moved her hands back to your shirt also and is now undoing the buttons - once opened, you feel her hands move over your naked chest. They help you out of your shirt and now you can sense a second set of breasts at your back, moving slowly up and down. Your hands wrap around our waitress and as they start to move down her back to where her lower back meets her ass, and you realize she has no clothes on at all, I can sense your surprise. 

You can feel them attempt to pull you further back onto the bed, and happily now you go. One set of hands starts to remove your belt, and another set of hands are near your feet - you jump as you feel a third set on your chest. The fingers roam across it and over your nipples. Next, you feel long hair as it moves up your chest, and the women leans in to kiss your mouth. Your hands are guided to a new set of breasts, and you again tease the nipples making them harden beneath your fingers. Once you feel yourself completely exposed, you hear your waitress' voice at your ear whispering, " Okay, we are going to move your hands above your head for a moment. Keep them there till we tell you, and then you can move them". You nod in agreement and she sees the smile on your face, and again kisses you once more. 

Closing your eyes beneath the blindfold, you feel the three sets of hands move all over your body... Little brushes of hair gently caress your skin as they move up above you and then down below. A woman's mouth is on one of your nipples, teasing it with her tongue, while another is running her nails on the inside of your thigh. You sense someone nibbling on your ear softly and then she places little kisses across your jaw and up to your mouth, letting her tongue meet yours. 

Feeling her pull away from your kiss, you can sense her moving over you to reach out for your waitress and you hear them kiss - your cock gets harder at the sweet sound. A hand wraps around your cock and you feel it move up and down your shaft slowly, while her other hand moves between your legs teasing the sensitive spots between your legs. Next, you feel a mouth go down on your cock and the tongue swirling around, tasting every inch of your hardness. You notice that there is a hand placed on each of your wrists, they are being moved to touch the two female bodies at either side. Moving you're hands down their bodies, you can feel the warmth of their naked skin beneath your fingertips and your excitement grows even more. 

A hand has moved to your blindfold to remove it and your eyes take a moment to adjust. You are laying in a room with two beautiful ladies above you kissing each other, their fingers roaming over your body, and looking down you see another girl working on your cock with her mouth. But concern is in your eyes as you look about to see if I am still near. You see me sitting in a chair not far off still dressed and sipping from a glass of wine. I smile to you and stand up to move closer to you. The ladies stop for a moment as I approach, and I lean down to kiss your lips, filled with passion and desire from watching your excitement. I softly whisper in your ear, "I love you... it is okay... relax and enjoy love. " But then I take a step back from you and return to sit back in my chair and the blindfold is again replaced. I then watch one of the girls straddle you as she takes you deep within her. 

To be continued...



The Club



Bob and his wife Linda joined the club seeking new excitement and entertainment. It was a new and different place with an interesting twist on entertainment. The entertainment was a daily live sex show, but one put on by the club members themselves. This was different and exciting to the couple so they decided to join, despite the fact that sooner or later they would have to put on a sex show themselves.

The process of selection was random so any couple could be selected any night to provide the show. Bob and Linda were looking to add some new excitement to their sexual relations, which had grown to be somewhat routine lately. The idea of having sex together in front of an audience had an exciting appeal to it for the couple.

Soon after that the night came when they decided to make their first visit to the club. The couple was excited by the idea of watching a live sex show for the first time, as well as the idea they might be the ones to be the show themselves. The club was in an unmarked building toward the edge of town. Upon going inside they had to show both their membership cards as well as another form of identification. The club was very protective of its members' privacy and security and wanted to be sure of those who entered. Then they were allowed to enter into the club room.

Entering the club room they found the room dominated by a low raised and padded platform in the center of the room, surrounded by comfortable chairs and tables. Several pillows were scattered around the platform for use by those putting on the show. The chairs were arranged in such a way that everyone who sat in them would have a clear view of the platform. At the moment the platform was unoccupied but about half the tables and chairs were occupied. Bob led Linda to an unoccupied table and they both sat down.

After a couple of minutes a waitress came over to their table and asked them if they wanted something to drink. The waitress was only wearing an apron, otherwise she was nude. It was permitted for the club members to touch and fondle the waitresses, but for the moment Bob just ordered drinks for himself and Linda. He wanted to observe for a little while and see what was happening.

With the newness of the place and getting used to it, Bob and Linda quite forgot the fact they were subject to being called upon to perform at any time. Despite the fact they had been required to agree to it in writing before they were allowed to join. The couple soon found themselves enjoying themselves and both flirted with the almost nude waitresses.

Bob and Linda had been at the club for about a half an hour when a Asian woman came walking toward their table. This girl immediately caught the couple's eye because she was dressed in even less than the waitresses, wearing only high heeled shoes and nothing else. Both Bob and Linda admired the naked woman as she walked toward their table and they quickly realized she was coming to see them. The couple felt a thrill of nervous excitement at the implication of what this might mean.

When the woman reached the couple she leaned down to speak quietly to the couple. Because of the way her legs were positioned this also had the effect of opening her ass and displaying her shaved pussy to several of the other couples sitting nearby, which was the woman's intent.

"Bob, Linda, can you come with me please?" the woman said, still leaning over.

"OK," Bob replied nervously and he scooted his chair back to stand up. The oriental woman straightened until she was standing fully upright again, slightly disappointed the others who had been enjoying the extra view of her intimate charms. Bob helped his wife slide her chair back and Linda stood also. Seeing the couple was standing and ready to follow her, the Asian woman started walking back the way she had come.

Bob and Linda followed behind the woman single file as she wound her way around several tables toward a door in the wall of the club room. Bob admired the way the Asian woman's ass wiggled and flexed as she walked; it was really quite lovely he thought as he followed her. The woman was somewhat tall for an Asian, with slim hips and pear sized breasts of the kind that were just the right size to fit in a man's hand.

The woman and the couple passed through the door into another room that contained several comfortable chairs and a couch. This room was the prep room for the couple who would be putting on the next show and there was one other person inside it, the manager of the club. He was there to make sure the show got organized and to help the selected couple go through with what they needed to do. For this show he had decided a threesome would be nice and for this he had invited the Asian woman to participate as the third in the threesome.

"I'm sure you know why you are here," the manager started, addressing Bob and Linda. "You've been selected to provide tonight's show."

This was as the couple had both feared and hoped to be the case.

"We understand," Bob replied.

"Good. I hope you are up for a threesome with the lovely Talilia here," the manager said, gesturing toward the nude Asian woman, who smiled at the couple.

"I think we can manage," Bob replied. Both he and his wife were eyeing the oriental woman with obvious pleasure. A threesome with her, even with an audience, could be a lot of fun.

"Good. Please remove your clothes, both of you, and then I will announce you," the manager instructed.

Bob and his wife started taking off their clothes, piling them each onto one of the chairs. Bob turned his eyes affectionately toward Linda as she unbuttoned her blouse. Bob's wife had been a little bolder than usual and she wore nothing else under her blouse. Bob quickly stripped off his own shirt as he watched his wife continue to disrobe, and he noticed the Asian woman eyeing them as well in the corner of his eye. Linda unzipped her skirt and pushed it down off her hips and again she had worn nothing underneath it, she had gone commando to the club. Linda had carefully shaved off her pubic hair just before they had left for the club, just in case they might be the ones selected.

Bob quickly removed the remainder of his clothing. His cock came free, not fully erect but starting to lengthen and thicken, and both his wife and Talilia eyed his member as it was revealed to their eyes. If all went well both women would be having that penis inside them before the eyes of the appreciative audience. Bob stepped out of his shorts and tossed them with the rest of his clothes.

"All right, it's show time," the manager said as he opened the door that lead back out into the club room.

Bob walked a couple of steps to Linda and took her hand. The couple then walked over to Talilia who extended her hand to Bob who then took it. Together, hand in hand, the man and two women followed the manager out into the club room. The manager led them across the floor to the low platform, threading his way in between the tables.

Bob was aware of the eyes of everyone in the club room were upon him and the two women and he found this idea to be strangely exciting. The three nude people climbed the two short steps onto the platform where they stood waiting, every eye in the audience upon them.

"The moment has come everyone has been waiting for! For our viewing pleasure we proudly present Bob, Linda, and Talilia!" the manager said to the club room and then walked off the platform. This left Bob, Linda, and Talilia to their own devices on the platform.

Turning toward Talilia Bob moved in front of the Asian girl and took her into his arms. He bent down to kiss her, their lips met as Talilia's hand reached down to grasp Bob's cock. Linda moved in behind the oriental woman until Talilia was sandwiched between her and Bob.

Talilia knelt down on the padded floor of the platform and took Bob's cock into her mouth. This quickly brought Bob's cock to full hardness, especially when the Asian woman started tonguing the head. Linda knelt down behind Talilia and started licking between the cheeks of the oriental woman's ass. Then Linda reached between Talilia's legs with her hand and started to finger the other woman's pussy. Linda's position on the platform gave the people behind her a nice view of her ass and shaved pussy.

Linda stood up and moved to Bob's left side and Bob turned his head to kiss his wife. The two kissed deeply while the oriental woman continued to suck Bob's cock.

"Why don't you fuck her honey," Linda whispered to Bob.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," Bob replied.

"You fuck her doggy while I lick her from below," Linda suggested.

"OK, lie down on the floor and get ready," Bob replied.

Linda moved away and laid down on the padded floor of the platform. She pulled up her knees until her feet were flat on the floor and exposing her shaved pussy to the audience. Linda moved her feet further apart, exposing herself more and making room for the oriental woman.

Bob looked down at Talilia who was still sucking his cock. 

"Talilia, stop sucking my cock and go 69 Linda," he ordered. "Then I will fuck you doggy style."

Talilia stopped sucking Bob and moved over to Linda, lying on top of her, head to tail. The oriental woman dove between Linda's legs and began to eagerly lick her pussy. Bob walked over to the two women and knelt down behind the Asian's ass and in front of his wife's head.

Bob grabbed a couple of the pillows and slid them under Linda's head, adjusting Talilia's ass until it was at a comfortable level so he could fuck her. Linda began licking the oriental woman's pussy and clit as Bob moved closer to Talilia's ass.

Bob moved up behind Talilia until his cock was over the Asian woman's ass. He lowered himself until the head of his cock was poised at the entrance to Talilia's pussy. Bob slowly pushed his cock into Talilia until it was completely buried in her cunt. Then he began to fuck the oriental girl.

With each in stroke into Talilia's pussy Bob's balls slid across his wife's face. Linda licked them as they slapped her face, and then the other woman's clit. Talilia's pussy felt wonderful to Bob as he fucked her and she loved the feeling of Bob's cock inside her. Bob sped up his fucking as he noticed the audience watching them raptly.

"Cum in her Bob!" he heard his wife say from below his balls. "Fill the slut with your sperm!"

This excited Bob so much that he couldn't stop himself from cumming. Talilia squealed as she felt the man's cock start to shoot sperm into her unprotected pussy. Bob stroked Talilia's pussy a few more times as his cum shot into the woman. Finally Bob's orgasm faded and he pulled away from the women and flopped flat on his back on the padded platform.

Talilia lifted her upper body up until she was squatting above Linda's face. This caused the semen that Bob had pumped into Talilia to drip out onto his wife's face. The oriental woman held herself above Linda while Bob's spunk dripped onto the other woman. Talilia then moved off Linda to the side and gently spread the sperm around on the other woman's face.

Talilia then crawled over to Bob and took his cock into her mouth. As she cleaned Bob's cock her ass was raised, displaying her anus and just fucked pussy to those in the audience who were in a position to see. As the Asian woman sucked Bob's cock it began to swell again in her mouth. Seeing this Linda started crawling on her hands and knees toward Bob, her own ass and pussy open and exposed to the people watching.

Seeing the other woman approach Talilia moved out of the way so Linda could mount her husband. The Asian woman held Bob's cock upright as Linda squatted over it and then impaled herself upon it. Linda began to fuck herself with Bob's cock, riding him cowgirl style.

Bob moved his hands to his wife's hips and began to push up to meet her, driving his cock even deeper into Linda's pussy. Talilia began sucking on the other woman's right nipple and fingered the other as Bob's wife rode his cock.

Linda was already hot from Talilia's licking her pussy and it wasn't long before Bob's wife had a powerful orgasm. The orgasmic spasms of his wife's pussy on his cock pushed Bob to cum also and he pumped a lot of hot cum into Linda's unprotected pussy. Linda fall off Bob and lay panting on the padded platform for a few minutes to rest.

The three on the platform got up and walked shakily hand in hand off the platform back to the dressing room. Bob and Linda dressed happily and exchanged phone numbers with Talilia; they definitely wanted to see the oriental woman again. Then the couple went home.



The Club



"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked my husband David with more than a little nervousness.

The house music was faint but distinctly hip-hop. David felt a twitch in the pit of his stomach at the thought of what they were about to do tonight. We talked about it for some time, we were both uncertain at first but the more we talked about it, the more both of us grew more turned on by it till it became almost an obsession. Recently David had a hard time getting hard and much to his embarrassment he started to have a problem with premature ejaculation. After many frustrating attempts, David and I agreed to finally go through with it. 

It was through other swingers at our club and the internet that we were able to find what we were looking for: a private club called The Club boasting of total privacy and a safe resort for couples interested in experimenting in interracial sex.

"Yeah I'm sure." David said feeling more than a little nervous.

"Okay then." I said kissing my husband gently on the lips before we got out of the car together feeling more than a little insecure myself.

A tall burly black man wearing a nice suite and tie with a clipboard stood blocking the doorway.

"Name please?" 

"David and Suzy." I said.

Looking down at the clipboard he nodded stepped aside and opened the door.

The rap music was louder than we first anticipated and at least thirty people mostly interracial white woman who were scantily clad with black men who were sporting male g-string underwear that showed off rather generous packages were dancing together seemingly at ease while the guys mostly white sat in the background watching. Their expressions were more than a little eager but some looked equally reserved.

A rather handsome black man wearing blue sweat pants with no shirt that exposed hard lanky muscles approached them. Fascinated I looked down despite herself noticing as I did that this guy had to be twice the size of my husband.

"Well, well you guys must be new." The black man had a genuine professional edge to his voice. "The name's Tony." He said with a broad smile reaching out to shake our hand.

"My name is Suzy, this is my husband David." I said jerking my eyes away feeling rather self-conscious as I reached to shake his hand in which he took in his own and bent down to kiss it.

"So I take it you're here to have some fun?" Tony asked casually surveying me and liking what he saw. I stood at least a foot shorter than himself and he had one of those memorable faces, super model material and extremely attractive. I was wearing a short skirt that showed off a ton of leg but still leaving a lot to the imagination. 

"Well we're here more to just check out this scene to see what all the fuss is about." David said interjecting before I could reply. "We're not sure how far we want to go."

Tony nodded thoughtfully at this. "How 'bout some dancing first. We got some more appropriate dancing attire in the back room if you'd like of course."

"Uh, sure why not." I said noticing as I did that David looked like he was about to object but thought better of it when I voiced my agreement.

David watched silently as Tony escorted me to the backroom noticing that Tony grabbed my hand in his large black one. Tony joined him soon after she entered the room.

"So you guys been in this scene for very long?" Tony asked idly knowing the answer before it even exited David's mouth.

"Well not really but our sex life hasn't been the greatest and we've been involved in swinging but heard about this place from our swinging hostess and her husband, they said they were members and we came upon it also online and she's always been interested in trying a black man out." David replied feeling more than a little intimidated by this larger guy in more ways than one. A sort of nervous twitch entered the pit of his stomach at the way I and this rather larger black man seemed to interact together he could sense that I found this guy attractive and what's more it disturbed him more than it turned him on.

"Well look no further than here, this is probably one of the safest places your going to find out there." Tony said with a genuine smile showing off perfect white teeth. "Interracial sex has really taken-off in the last ten years. Women and especially white married women, have found extremely gratifying sex with our black dicks."

A couple of minutes later I came out and caused David to gasp in instinctive surprise. I wore an almost sheer black bikini that barely covered my generous cleavage and showed off my beautiful tanned skin. Never in all the years that David knew me did he ever see me dress so sexily. As he simply stared at me dumb founded feeling himself to start to stir in arousal Tony was already making his move.

"Very nice." Tony said casually approaching me with an almost arrogant swagger in his step.

David felt obligated to follow us to the dance floor an almost protective husbandly feeling came over him but he pushed it down not wanting to ruin the moment. For a long moment he watched us dance like a stranger in the sidelines and felt his stomach drop to the floor. We seemingly made the perfect looking couple our bodies rubbing close together our faces close together in an intimate fashion. 

Pulling his eyes away from me he went to the bar to order a drink as he found his eyes constantly moving to the dance floor taking in how we were virtually dry fucking in the middle of the dance floor. In all the time that we knew each other I never danced that way with him. As a matter of fact I never so much as wore anything remotely so revealing even in our private sex lives together. 

"So what brought you to the Mandingo Club?" Tony asked loudly as our bodies continued to gyrate with the music.

"Well my husband's been having a hard time performing as of late. We eventually were told about this interracial swinging site called Club Mandingo, by our swing club hostess." Suzy said feeling uncomfortable dancing since she wasn't used to it due to the fact that David almost never danced.

"No need to worry about that. I guarantee that you'll experience things that you've never felt before at the club." Tony said while grinding his pelvis provocatively against hers my leg as they continued to dance the night away.

I was startled soon followed by arousal. I could feel my knees weaken as I looked over at my husband noticing that his handsome face had this almost tormented expression on it. For some reason this only served to heighten my excitement after all he was the one that talked me into this. With some daring on my part I moved to grab Tony's cock mainly out of curiosity to see if it was really that big or if he just some socks down their to make it look that big.

A loud gasp came out as I felt Tony's hardness and that it was real, very real. It had to at least be ten inches and the most I ever had was six and a half and that was before my husband who was barely six inches. 

"What's the matter never felt a cock as big as mine?"

I could only shake my head in partial disbelief as we continued to dance to the music feeling more than a little naughty as I did so. Finally after awhile I felt more than a little tired.

"Hey you mind if we stop for a while and go see what my husband is up to?" I hollered feeling suddenly reserved at the knowledge that this guy was so well hung.

"Sure not a problem." Tony hollered back.

David gulped a shot a shot down feeling the pleasant burn go down his throat than settling into his stomach. The alcohol wasn't able to settle the anxiety that that was filling his stomach at the thought of his beautiful chaste wife fucking Tony's ebony cock. He wondered if the myth was really true about black men being well hung and if the saying 'once you go black you never go back' was legitimate.

"Honey we're going upstairs want to join us?" As my voice interrupted his thoughts.

Turning around he almost dropped his drink in amazement. I stood before him closely held next to Tony who had a big grin showing off wide even teeth. My body a stark contrast against his coal black body. He could feel the blood rushing to his face as he realized that we were about to fulfill his long awaited fantasy. 

He could only nod his head as he got up filling more than a little unsteady on his feet. Walking slightly behind us as we headed up the stairs he couldn't help but notice how my hand seemed to be engulfed by his freakishly big one.

"Holly shit!" David exclaimed in complete and utter surprise.

Tony was stark naked showing off his hard muscular body but it was the cock between his legs that surprised David so much. It had to at least be ten inches, thicker than his wrist and hard as a rock. It caused him to step back a little in dismay self conscious of his inadequacy in that department. His own cock was no more than six inches and fairly thin. 

Looking over at me, I stood there wearing nothing more than high heels and garter belt and looking absolutely beautiful. He couldn't help but wonder if I'd be able to take such a huge cock. Judging by the look on my face I had to have been thinking the same thing.

"What's the matter never seen a real cock before? Every black guy here has at least 9" or greater, that's why the women come here. Isn't this what your looking for?" Tony asked with a smirk looking pointedly towards David who flushed in indignation.

"Uh... No, I mean yes, it's just I'm not sure if I can take all that." I said my eyes looking at his cock with a morbid fascination. 

I couldn't stop myself from grabbing Tony's huge cock noticing as I did that my hand couldn't even fit around it. My knees felt weak as I got on my knees looking over at my husband with an almost apologetic look in my sweet brown eyes before turning back to the huge black cock. 

"Hey why not take your clothes off as well and join in?" Tony asked David with a slight smirk.

David feeling more than a little flabbergasted hesitantly took off his own clothes noticing as he did how flabby his own body was in comparison to Tony who looked like he worked out every day. The real humiliation was when he finally took off his pants and underwear and noticing how small his own 6-inch penis was in comparison to this eleven inch monster dick. 

Tony's mocking laughter filled the room at the sight of David's thin white shriveled hard penis. 

"Man what the fuck do you call that?" Tony grunted as he felt my lips wrap around his cock head. 

David looked away embarrassed at how small his cock looked in comparison to this black stud realizing that he made a mistake in coming here with me. The way I seemed to worship this other mans cock was almost embarrassing especially at the way Tony seemed to laugh at David almost dismissively. 

"Even if I can't take all that beautiful cock in my cunt, it's enough to know that bigger cocks are out there to suck and drown in copious loads of cum, but I'm willing to try and take it all." I said.

I slowly bobbed my head back and forth absently tasting the rough salty taste of his semen. Soon loud slurping sounds echoed the chambers, moaning slightly I rubbed my pussy mound feeling absently how wet I was. This ache felt like nothing I ever felt with David before, it felt invigorating and subservient, and it was the most empowering feeling I felt in my life.

"Hey why not get on the bed and get comfortable?" Tony said.

Reluctantly I pulled away looking deeply in Tony's intense brown eyes before getting up and doing what he said. Looking over at my husband I felt almost moved to pity. 

My beloved stood their his eyes red from holding back tears his cock as hard as I ever saw it but now it seemed to diminish in my eyes as I finally realized how much he lacked in the endowment department. There was a silent pleading in his blue eyes that had me hesitating.

"Hey Tony maybe we shouldn't do this..." I said breaking her gaze away from my husband's heartbroken expression right at Tony's considerable girth and size that still surprised me. Especially compared to my husbands much smaller size.

Instead of answering me he simply kissed me. It wasn't a chaste or faint French kisses that I shared with my husband on occasion but rather a hard unyielding and passion filled kisses that took my breath away. I felt myself give into this man as I melted in his arms feeling his hard cock head sliding into my pussy causing pleasure to stir throughout my body. 

David could only watch at the way his beautiful pale wife slowly submitted to this much larger black man and at the way the mans huge club seemed to tease my pussy lips. He could only whimper as the huge cock invaded my tight white pussy.

"Careful that hurts!" I cried out suddenly as I felt Tony's gigantic cock enter more than half way filling me in a way I never felt before.

Tony only grunted and thrust even harder causing me to wail in pain, my hands pushed on his muscular chest as if to push him off me. I knew such a deed was almost useless but I never felt so stretched before nor did I expect Tony to be so rough.

It was hard to tell when my cries of pain and protest turned into cries of lust and grudgingly unbridled passion. I never felt so full or complete as this guy made me feel nor could she remember feeling so owned by a man. My husband could never come close to bringing me off, even on their first night together could he even come close.

Soon loud moans filled the room as I felt Tony's huge black cock invade every part of her uterus. His balls heavily slammed against me as he proceeded to fuck me in a way that I never felt before.

"Tell me you want me to cum in you." Tony whispered savagely ramming his cock in and out of me, his balls making slapping noises against me that filled the room.

I could only scream in orgasmic bliss as I felt Tony's hard black chest press against my soft white breasts, feeling something give in me. I couldn't define it until I looked over at my husband who was sitting down now with a befuddled expression on his rather plain face. His cock stood at rigid attention but it still dwarfed Tony's by more than half and looked more amusing and pitiful now, looking more now like a little boy's cock.

"Fuck yeah cum in me Tony I'm yours for as long as you want me, whenever you want me, I'm yours!" 

Hours and four glorious orgasms seemed to go by when I finally felt Tony begin to stiffen inside me. 

My voice was like a strangers as I felt Tony slam in me one final time before jerking his hot cum shooting directly into my womb.

"So how was your first interracial experience?" Tony asked.

"Fantastic, I never knew that sex could be that good, and I know now that I'll need a black cock from now on. Your's and all the others as well. It was the best experience that I ever had, and I need it again, again and again. Your cock is the best that I ever had." I said.

"That's what this place is all about." He said. "We provide a service to all white women, who can't get satisfaction at home with their husbands or other white lovers. I hope to see you become a regular here."

"I intend to, seeing that now I know what to expect and get here. Do you make house calls?" I said.

"All the time, we like to keep our clients satisfied, and have them tell their friends of our services here." he said.

"Are you available to make a house call tonight? I'm afraid that once is not enough, and I think I'm already hooked on your big, black cock."

"Sure, I'm available. Are you saying that once you tried black, that you won't go back." He chuckled.

"I think that it's very possible. I don't think I need to search the swingers club anymore, hoping to find someone there to provide me with satisfying sex, when I know I can find it here." I said.

"How about your husband, how will he fit into your need for interracial sex now? Is he content to just watching you have sex with some black bull? He said.

"Even though he has a erectile dysfunction, he's very versatile and has learned to use his mouth, lips and tongue to please me and my partners in ways his cock never could." I said.

"You mean he's bi?" Tony asked.

"Yes, I got him into sucking other men's cocks and taking it up his ass when we first got into swinging. He was reluctant at first, but now he's enjoys having me share my lovers cocks and cum with him too." I said. 

Breaking my gaze away from my husband I kissed Tony with a passion that surprised even me, realizing that I could even be conceiving this very moment. My body convulsed as I unconsciously squeezed my pussy lips together trying to take as much cum in myself as possible.

After an eternity Tony felt his huge cock completely drained he finally pulled out his cock made loud slurping sounds. He laid next to her almost possessively as he looked over at David who looked absolutely crushed. 

"Hey David come over here." Tony said with such command that David had little choice but to obey.

He felt belittled as he noticed the cum seemed to be oozing out of my pussy, deposited There by another man. I looked truly ravished like something from a porno, he thought.

"Why don't you get over here and eat all that cum I deposited into your pretty wife eh? She's not use to having so much love juice down there." His request came out as a command and his hard brown eyes had a cruel look in them that intimidated David.

David felt numb as he got on the bed and looked down at my pussy and how stretched out it looked. He could see how sperm seemed to leak out from it as he leaned down smelling how strong and potent the black mans seed was.

"You love to do this David." I whispered my eyes closing even as I said this as if telling him that I could want nothing more than this.

David couldn't help himself and gently licked at my pussy tasting the pungent taste of this other man. He could feel how my legs seemed to close around his head forcing him to open his mouth fully sucking in all the pungent cum deposited inside my precious pussy. 

Nothing felt more humiliating or degrading in his entire life as he felt me pulling his hair forcing his mouth and tongue deeper into my pussy tasting the bitter salty taste fill his mouth as he felt his own arousal start to grow and his cock threatening to explode.

"Come on white boy suck out all that cum from her wimp." Tony commanded as I gasped marveling at how good my husbands tongue felt on my freshly fucked pussy. 

Suddenly against David's will he could feel himself begin to cum without so much as touching himself. His cum landed on the bed almost discreetly as he finally could feel the last of Tony's pungent cum filled his mouth.

David gasped loudly as he felt fresh air fill his lungs thankful that he was finally done with sucking out all that cum from me. His face felt flushed as if he just drank a shot of vodka, looking down he noticed that I seemed to have this self-satisfied smirk on my face.

"Your not done yet honey." I said. "Tony needs cleaning too. Lick and suck his cock clean of my juices and his left-over cum."

"Your really getting into being a black man's married slut." Tony said. "Come here David." As he waved his heavy cock, as if it was bait.

David didn't need more coaxing. I think he knew what his position in my sex life would be from now on. He would be used to prepare me and my black lovers for sex, and clean us afterwards. He licked his long shaft, then his balls, and lastly he sucked Tony's cock, taking him deeper and deeper into his mouth until he was sure Tony would be satisfied with his cleaning duties.

When we left the club, I rode with David, while Tony followed us in his car. I wanted to talk to David before we got home.

"David, what I said to Tony was all true. I need to be fucked by men that make me feel like a woman, and that club is exactly what I need. I want to be a slut for all the men there, just like the other women. You have to admit it, that larger cocks give women more and better orgasms than average size cocks. The other husbands there seemed to accept it and even enjoy it. You've had sole use of my body for fifteen years, and it's time to share me with other men who have something better and something I discovered that I crave now." I said.




The Club



"You see," Suzy continued, "I want to be his mistress, his slut. Last night when I was on my knees swearing that I loved him, and that I would do anything if only he would fuck me--I wasn't just saying that because of what he was doing to me right then. Oh, that was part of it, but there was nothing momentary about the promises I was making. You were there. You know. He made things quite clear..., he would not fuck me unless I surrendered totally and became his slut. I did so. I have no regret."

He shuddered slightly, and he was beginning to cry. It was hard for him but she went on. 

"Yes, I want his cock inside me over and over again for the rest of my life. He will do that only if am his mistress and slut..., and for that to happen, you must submit to being my willing cuckold, and that is what I have want to be. I can no longer choose for myself. My heart may still belong to you, but my slut body, my horny cunt, they belong to Tony now and the other men to use as their slut, God help me. I can't go back to the way I was."

David just nodded his head and said. "I know, I understand."



The Club



Part 1

She was nervous as she made her way to the entrance of the club, she had been thinking of this moment for months, getting more and more excited at the thought. Now though, that the time to actually go through with it was here, she wasn't so sure.

"I don't have to do anything I don't want to" she thought to herself, "It's something I've wanted to do for ages and it's not as if anybody I know is going to see me, besides I might not even get in."

She knew she would though, she had heard of places like these having limits on the number of single men they would allow in but they would let as many women in as they could possibly fit, especially attractive women and she knew she was one of those.

She paid her cover charge and walked into the main room, she wasn't sure what she had been expecting to find when she came here, but she was pleased with what she saw. The main room was large and had a bar, with big couches spread throughout the room, on these couches she saw men and women fucking, women fucking each other while men watched and some just watching the action and pleasuring themselves. The latter being what she was here tonight for.

She had always been aroused at the thought of people watching her while she teased herself and made herself cum, she had always been too shy to do it though, but tonight she was at a place where she could do as wanted with no shame and she was looking forward to it even if she was nervous.

She went to the bar and ordered a drink to help with her nerves, she looked around and saw that everyone in the club was young and attractive she was extremely pleased about this as she'd had visions of the place being full of fat old perverts, instead she saw curvy young women with firm full breasts and pretty faces and tanned young men with toned bodies and big dicks, as the drink worked it's magic she felt more relaxed and decided to look around.

She walked over to a group of people who were stood around one of the couches in the middle of the room, watching a slim, pretty, brunette masturbating. 

She could feel herself getting aroused as she thought about how she would be doing the same thing later whilst a group of strangers watched her, in her most private and intimate moment.

She watched as the brunette on the couch slowly slid a finger inside her and then moaned as she brought it back out, she brought her glistening finger to her nipple and started to gently pinch it while her other hand made its way to her clit which she started to rub, as she writhed on the couch a young blond woman came over and gently touched her arm, she gave the girl an enquiring look, the brunette nodded and the blond got to her knees and started to trace kisses up the girls inner thighs, the girl squirmed and then gasped as the blondes tongue found her swollen clit. The blonde started to lap at her pussy and then she put two fingers into the girl and started to fuck her. 

The girl moaned and writhed as the blonde worked her tongue and fingers faster and faster, finally with a loud moan the brunette came and collapsed on the couch, the blond kissed her and told her to find her later to repay the favour. While this had been going on several men had got their cocks out and began to stroke them, some women had even gone to their knees to take the men's hard dicks into their mouths. 

She was saving herself for later, she had never been so turned on before, but before she would give into her fantasy she wanted to see what else the club had to offer.

Part 2

She walked around the club taking in all the sights it had to offer, she could feel the tingle between her legs but refused to give in just yet. 

She noticed an archway at the far end of the room, intrigued she walked over to it and entered the room ahead, inside she saw fairy lights strung on the walls and candles scattered around the room, in the centre was a large round Jacuzzi. 

Couples were making love in the water while people sat around watching them, the water foamed and bubbled and she could almost feel it caressing her skin. She slowly peeled off her clothes and noticed with satisfaction people looking at her naked body with approval and lust in there eyes.

She slowly lowered herself into the warm water and gasped when the force of one of the streams of water hit her throbbing clit from behind, she knew she wasn't ready to come just yet but it felt so good she couldn't move, she turned around so that the jet would be directly on her pussy and squirmed against the pressure, she felt people moving closer to her but was so lost in sensation she didn't care, she felt a hand close over her breast and massage her sensitive nipples, another hand found her firm backside and squeezed. In front of her a stunning young man crawled towards her on the tiled floor she could see his firm hard dick between his legs and she decided that whilst she wasn't ready to come just yet she didn't see the harm in giving someone else pleasure.

She reluctantly moved away from the jet stream, promising to herself that she would most defiantly be coming back to it later. She pushed the probing hands away from her body and started towards to the steps towards the man, she walked over to him, naked and dripping wet and pushed him down so that he was lay flat against the cool floor, she gave him a small smile and flicked her tongue against his nipple, she then kissed and nibbled her way down to his hard cock, first she kissed it and then slowly ran her tongue along the shaft, teasing him and making him gasp.

She took his balls into her mouth and revelled in the feel of there firmness. He writhed underneath her touch and knowing that people were watching her sucking on this strangers dick made her feel so turned on she could feel the wetness from her pussy dripping down her thighs, she ached to be touched but this wasn't about her yet.

She moved further up his body and took the tip of his penis into her mouth and ran her tongue around the head and then suddenly took the whole length of him into her mouth, the man gasped and thrust his hands into her hair, she greedily sucked on his hardness sliding him in and out of her mouth, she started to gently play with his balls and the she could feel the man begin to breath harder, she brought her other hand to his cock and started to work him with her mouth and hand at the same time, she looked up at the mans eyes and could see he was close. She looked around the room and saw that they were the main attraction, she loved this feeling of being watched and as she saw the women fingering themselves and the men wanking she felt a sense of pride as she was making them do this to themselves. One of the men near her was on the verge of coming, she slid the cock out of her mouth and demanded "cum on me" She took the cock hungrily back into her mouth and felt a warm splash of cum land on her back, soon she felt more hot cum cover her as all the men stood around and released their pleasure onto her, the sight of her covered in cum must have been too mush for the young man as she felt him spasm in her throat and then she felt the hot creaminess slide down her, she swallowed and then licked him clean, she stood up and looked at all the people in the room sated and satisfied she, wanted to be one of them, she longed to be touched and her pussy was on fire, but still she wasn't ready to give in just yet, she climbed back into the Jacuzzi and washed all the cum off her body, she came out and decided to leave her clothes where they were she wanted to see the lust in peoples eyes as she walked around fully naked, she walked towards the archway to go back into the main room, she turned around and gave the young man she had just pleasured a smile, he smiled back at her. What a night this was turning out to be.



The Club



When Caroline first told me about the Club it sounded like the last place I wanted to go. Married with three children and a regular helper at church jumble sales, you'd think she'd find a tacky Chippendales-style act outrageously obscene, let alone the antics she had described to me. How wrong I was. She told me she'd been there twice, once with a hen party and once with an 18th birthday party. This struck me as odd, as Caroline was in her mid thirties, but she explained it was the birthday of one of her friends' work colleagues.

Having been twice she was desperate to go again and started to pester me into going with her. Caroline and I had met through my best friend Tanya, who lived in her street, and we had become good friends ever since she talked me into a sponsored charity walk. To be honest I was keen to see what all the fuss was about, so I agreed and talked Tanya into coming with us.

Tanya and I had been best friends since school and were as close as two girlfriends could be. We were open with each other about everything and I mean everything. We even snogged each other once, after one of the guys in the pub had dared us. One quick whip-round later, and we were in each others arms with our tongues in each others' mouths, much to the delight of all the blokes, who had formed a circle round us. It turned me on to see a few trouser-tents had formed. To be honest we kissed for slightly longer than was necessary to claim the pint glass full of cash, and Tanya didn't really have to caress my bum quite so sensitively through my skirt. And there was certainly no need for me to slide my hand up the back of her blouse to stroke the smooth skin of her back, but I'm sure I felt the slightest intake of breath when I did.

Although we often had a laugh about that night, we never went any further sexually, apart from sharing intimate details about each others boyfriends. One night we were at Tanya's flat sharing a couple of bottles of cheap wine and talking about men as usual, when the subject turned to whether either of us had ever had a threesome. Neither of us had, so in our drunken state, we described to each other our fantasy threesome. When it was Tanya's turn she described hers in such detail I was certain she hadn't just made it up. I could see everything happening in my head as she spoke. I could feel every thrust, taste every lick, and I was getting more and more aroused. As she went on, she herself became quite breathless and I eventually had to excuse myself and went to her bathroom. Once there I pulled my trousers and knickers off and rubbed myself as fast as I could. I came in seconds and must've looked a bit flushed when I came back because I got the feeling Tanya knew exactly what I'd been up to.

When we arrived at the Club, Caroline said that she had to go in first because she was a member and had to sign us in. She explained that the Club never advertised, it worked strictly by word of mouth, and you couldn't get in without being recommended in person by an existing member. Once inside we were greeted by a blonde girl who took our details, asked us to hand in any cameras or mobile phones, and told us our membership cards could be collected as we left. She also gave us a list of rules to read and a disclaimer to sign. We were basically signing to say we were broad-minded and happy to see sexual activity in front of us. This intrigued me, as I'd been to see plenty of male strippers before and never had to sign anything like this. 

I turned my attention to the list of rules, and was starting to wonder what I'd let myself in for. The gist was that we would see things that some might find offensive, and although audience-participation was a big part of the show, there would be no pressure to take part. Further to this, all "intimate contact" (I later found out what that meant!) had to be initiated by the guest, but the guys would do their best to put the idea into your head. By now I had no idea what to expect, but my knees were trembling with anticipation!

We got some drinks from the bar and found a seat at a table near, but not too near the stage. The stage itself was at one end of a long room. Down the left hand side was the bar, which stretched almost the whole length of the room, and coming down the other side of the room was a long catwalk. The Club was starting to fill up and there were a couple of hen parties and at least one birthday party. I noticed that most of the girls there were dressed to kill, as if for a good night's clubbing. In fact some were wearing very little indeed. The music was a good mix of commercial dance and hard house, and a few people had started to dance on a small dance floor by the DJ's booth, which surprised me. Caroline explained that they were trying to get noticed, as the show didn't start for about an hour. They were certainly doing that, they could have made a living as pole dancers, they had all the moves. Perhaps they were.

A little later, after we had just started our third bottle of wine, the blonde who had greeted us at the door stepped up onto the catwalk with a microphone. She went through all the "Have we got a show for you tonight" routine and lapped up all the hoots and cheers from (I estimated) about 100 drunk or nearly drunk women. Having gone through the format of the evening she appealed for quiet and said "Just to reiterate the rules, for all you ladies who haven't been here before..." The place was silent.

"During certain parts of the show we will be asking for volunteers. There's no pressure and you can say no to anything at any time. But I'd please ask you to think about how far you want to go and consider whether you want to go up on stage." Caroline grinned at this bit and refused to meet my eye. I realised that she hadn't told me everything about what had happened last time she was here. And she most certainly hadn't told her husband!

"Also, our guys will be mingling with you all between acts. They won't bite unless you want them to, but they will touch unless you tell them not to. Girls, if you want to remove any clothing that's up to you, but if you want our guys to remove it for you, you have to ask. And most importantly of all, there is a line drawn very strictly that our guys can't cross unless you want them to. And if you do, you have to make it very clear."

What was this? Were we expected to get nekkid? Part of me was appalled at the idea, and part of me (possibly the drunk part) was thrilled. Again, Caroline avoided my glance. I looked at Tanya and she gave me the same impish grin she'd used that night we'd snogged in the pub. Either she'd noticed Caroline's reaction or she was up for some exhibitionism!

Eventually the strippers came on. Five of them doing a clichéd routine lifted straight from the Full Monty. They were all absolutely gorgeous, with fit, toned bodies, muscles in all the right places, and huge trouser bulges that could only have been enhanced by extra padding. In spite of myself I was quite enjoying the sight of five hunks taking their clothes off for me! One of them appeared to have picked me out with his eyes, so I did a bit of flirting, coyly grinning at him then looking away, making sure I was displaying just the right amount of cleavage and adjusting my seat so my miniskirt rode up just enough so it had to be deliberate.

The routine ended with them all ripping off their velcro-fastened shorts to reveal a complete absence of extra padding. A bright flash of light, and then total darkness. My eyes held onto an after-image and my mind was wondering if what I had just seen could be real. When the lights came back up, the guys were making their way down from the catwalk and into the audience, completely naked. It was a surreal feeling, as the guy who had flirted with me made straight for our table. I had flirted with hundreds of guys across the dancefloor in my time, but to be approached by him in all his tanned, toned, unclothed glory was, well, a bit strange to say the least. Especially as he was being stroked and slapped by numerous female hands as he crossed the room. As he approached, I finally realised what a big boy he actually was. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Quite literally it hung halfway down to his knees. Now I've been with quite a few men in my time, and I've seen what I thought were some really big dicks, but this was something else. Even Tanya, who used to bore me about her ex-boyfriend's ten-incher (I never believed her until now) was staring at it open-mouthed.

"Hi ladies," he said. I just grinned, completely disarmed. "I'm Gino."

"I'm Gemma, this is Tanya, and this is Caroline." I said, struggling to regain my composure. I took a big swig of wine and tried to stop my hands from shaking. 

Gino looked at Caroline and smiled. "Hello again," he said. She grinned at him and drew a long fingernail slowly from the base to the tip of his long cock. "Still looking good," she said, more to the penis than to Gino himself. Was it my imagination or did it swell up slightly at her touch?

"I haven't seen you here before" he said, turning to me. I explained it was my first time, to which he joked that he'd have to be gentle with me. As we spoke he edged closer and closer to me so that his cock was almost brushing my upper arm and shoulder. It was too tempting to ignore so I took it in one hand and stroked it up and down a few times. Even in its flaccid state I could just about get one hand round it. Bloody hell I was going to have to visit the Ladies again soon. I had the penis of my dreams in my hand and I wanted it elsewhere.

Now don't get me wrong, I know size isn't everything. Some of the best sex I've ever had has been with average-sized blokes, but any girl will tell you there's nothing like the feeling of being full up, and stretched just that little bit more than normal. That's why they make dildos so big. At least the ones I buy are!

Gino's member started to grow firmer in my hand and I felt him pull away, saying "He gets bigger if he likes you. And I think he does. Would you like to give me a hand later in the show?" How could I refuse? Before I could agree, Tanya and Caroline both squealed with delight and the decision was right out of my hands as Gino walked away and disappeared through a door next to the bar.

I looked around to see what the other strippers were up to, they were also pretty popular judging by the screams and cheers coming from other tables. I was amazed to see one of them standing in front of four friends who had moved their chairs round and three of them were taking turns taking him in their mouths. They were trying to get him hard, but he was either gay or had excellent control, because even though three gorgeous young girls were giving it their attention, it was still pointing south. Even so, it was a monster, if anything even bigger than Gino's. A crowd started to gather round him and his four new friends so I looked around again.

The three other guys were still holding court in different parts of the room, similarly entertaining small groups of women. Only one of them was erect, and the sight of him got me even more aroused. He was standing in front of a girl in her late thirties who you'd politely describe as curvy. She had a big tattoo of a dragon on her upper arm and was wearing a low-cut vest top that showed acres of cleavage. Despite being very far from your archetypal catwalk model, she was extremely attractive and I could see why the guy was so turned on. She had both hands round his huge member and was trying to fit into her cleavage in order to give him a tit wank. I've always wanted to be able to do that, but I'm not well enough endowed up top. The thought of it had always turned me on. Eventually she gave up and freed her huge but firm breasts from her bra, pulling them out of her top and folding them round the stripper's throbbing erection. This produced a huge cheer from the rest of the audience which brought me back to earth. 

Watching such openly erotic displays of sexuality had sent me into a dream-world (the wine had certainly helped!) and whilst taking in the displays my hand had absent-mindedly moved between my thighs. I moved it away and realised that I was so turned on my pussy was dripping wet. If the action got any hotter I'd be in danger of leaving a wet patch on the seat! I took another sip of wine to try and calm myself down, but couldn't hold the glass still, my hand was trembling that much. Caroline noticed the state I was in and said "And the show really hasn't started yet!"

I asked her how Gino had recognised her out of the hundreds of women that must come into the Club. She told me that what happens in the Club stays in the Club - it was an unwritten rule that no-one ever speaks about specifics that go on. But she left me to draw my own conclusions, saying that all would become clear later on in the show.

Just as I was wondering what she meant, Tanya returned from the Ladies and I realised that although I hadn't noticed her leave she must have been gone for ages, as Caroline and I had been chatting for quite a while. All the strippers had now left the floor and the music had again started pumping. There were more girls dancing this time and it was clear that the club was now an inhibition-free-zone.

"You were a long time," I said to Tanya, noticing that her face was flushed and she had a pink glow that spread from her collar bones down to her cleavage.

"Well, you're not the only one who doesn't know what a bathroom is for," she said, giving me that impish grin again. Bloody hell, she'd actually gone to the Ladies to flick the bean, and then come back as if nothing had happened! At least I assumed she'd gone to the Ladies. And I assumed she'd been on her own... Anyway, I didn't push her any further; it was time to go to the bar for another bottle of wine before the next act came on.

After about 10 minutes the stripper who had had the attentions of the four pairs of lips came back onto the stage wearing a white naval uniform, looking a bit like Richard Gere in An Officer and a Gentleman. He danced about for a bit, commentating now and then through a boom microphone attached behind his ear, a bit like a Bluetooth headset. As he removed item after item of clothing, he whipped the all-female crowd into a frenzy. I must admit the sight of a man taking his clothes off in such a clichéd way has never done anything for me, but the anticipation of what he was about to do next was killing me!

When he got down to his tighter-than-tight boxer shorts, the dancer made his way into the crowd and took the hand of someone who was sat across from the girls that had been treating him so kindly earlier on. A pretty Asian girl wearing a white mini-skirt and matching boob-tube, who must have been about 20 at the most. He whispered in her ear a few times and feigned a look of disapproval, then disappointment. It looked as if she was turning him down, but the other girls at her table had other ideas and led the rest of the room chanting her name "Jasmine! Jasmine! Jasmine!" 

Faced with such peer pressure, Jasmine eventually stood up, took a self-conscious bow, and allowed herself to be led by the hand up to the stage. All the way the stripper was speaking in her ear, and she was alternately nodding and shaking her head, obviously trying to make sense of what was about to happen.

"Looks like we've got our first volunteer," the blonde compere had returned to the stage, and she had something else in her hand, I couldn't see what it was. A chair had also appeared on the stage. "Let's have a big hand for Jasmine!" Ecstatic cheering and hooting from the crowd as Jasmine climbed the four steps to the stage.

The blonde sat Jasmine down on the chair, facing the audience and the stripper started to pose and gyrate around her. All I was fixated on was the size of the bulge in his shorts. He finished his dance facing Jasmine with his legs astride her knees, which were primly together as she sat on the chair. He placed his hands on her bare shoulders and ran his fingers down her upper arms. As his hands moved down her arms he gently took hold of her wrists and placed her hands on his backside. All the time she was grinning up at him. Every now and then he would whisper something to her and she nodded nervously. She grinned at her friends in the crowd and gently dug her long red fingernails into his solid buttocks. He reacted by thrusting his groin forward so that his bulging pouch was level with her chin. He whispered something else and Jasmine's face lit up with a mixture of fear, excitement and lust. She moved her hands to the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down over his bum to reveal a pair of wonderfully toned buns that could crack walnuts.

The stripper spun round so he was facing the audience with his back to Jasmine and wiggled his bum inches from her crotch, still holding her hands on the waistband of his shorts. He moved her right hand onto his bulge and she brought another big scream from the crowd by giving it a good squeeze. He grinned at her over his shoulder and nodded, pulling his legs together so she could lower his boxers and release his trouser snake. It was the biggest cheer yet, as 100 drunken women whistled and screamed at the sight of his monster cock. He danced around her for a few minutes, swinging it round like a lasso, and then stood next to her on her right hand side.

She had been cheering with the rest of us, but now gave a shy, embarrassed giggle as the object of everyone's lust came to rest next to her shoulder. He whispered something to her and she blushed. As he continued to whisper, her facial expressions went from shock, though embarrassment to excitement and then pure lust, as the blonde compere came up behind the dancer and started to fondle his hard body. It was then that I saw what she had in her hand. It was a can of squirty whipped cream and I knew exactly what it was for. 

She put a blob of cream on each of the dancer's nipples and said "Jasmine looks like she likes a bit of whipped cream, doesn't she, girls?" Massive cheer from the crowd.

"Shall we see how much?" Another massive cheer and Jasmine rose from the chair just enough to lick the two blobs of cream from the stripper's chest. As she sat down the compere shook her head in exaggerated mock disapproval.

"Still loads left, Jasmine. Think she can do better girls?" The crowd cheered and whistled and the chant of "Jasmine! Jasmine! Jasmine!" started up again. Jasmine got up from the chair and put her face to his chest. She licked and sucked his nipples until there wasn't a trace left. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. I again moved my hand from between my legs and couldn't help thinking that if I didn't climax soon I'd explode. I looked across at Tanya and saw her looking almost as flushed as before.

The compere got to work with the whipped cream again and Jasmine used her lips and tongue to slowly eat her way from his chest to his lower belly. By now his cock was standing to attention, pointing straight out at right angles to his body. If I thought it was big before, he now looked deformed. I was sitting there wetting my knickers and lucky old Jasmine would be having her supper any moment. 

The compere drew a line of cream along the length of his shaft and stood back. Jasmine hesitated, looking nervously up at the dancer, then at her friends, then at the compere. The stripper whispered gently into her ears but she grinned and nervously shook her head, whispering back to him and nodding towards her friends. The stripper took his original position facing Jasmine with his back to us, so that only those at the extreme left and right of the room could see. Loads of encouragement from the compere and loud screams from the crowd; and she eventually started to eat the cream off his dick, holding it with both hands to keep it still. I couldn't actually see her eat it but I wondered who was enjoying it more - him or her! 




The Club



The stripper turned round to show the crowd that all the cream had gone and all I could see was his big knob glistening with her saliva. I wanted it to be my saliva on there, and couldn't wait for my turn. I was getting quite worked up.

"Let's see what Jasmine can really do then, girls!" said the compere and squirted the cream onto the stripper's erection until it was completely covered.

"This time, only the real thing will do. Let's see your technique!" The dancer turned round and Jasmine's face was a picture when she saw what she had to do. She looked bewildered and looked at the compere for help. 

"Oh dear, it looks like Jasmine has had an attack of the shyness, girls! Shall we let her off?"

"Nooooooo!" The crowd wanted to see a blow job and the stripper wanted to be freed of the cream. The compere went off stage and came back carrying a huge Union Jack towel. She handed it to the stripper, who held it out behind him like a screen. Now there was nothing to be shy about and he continued to whisper at Jasmine. I now realised what the compere meant by "how far do you want to go" at the beginning of the night.

Jasmine's head disappeared below the level of the towel and the place erupted. I stood up to get a better view, but could only see the top of her brown highlighted hair bobbing up and down. Lucky cow! The stripper turned his head to the side so we could see his expression. The veins in his forehead were about to burst and sweat was pouring down his face. Blimey, this girl was good!

After a minute or so, the compere took a Polaroid camera behind the towel. There was a flash and the stripper dropped the towel to the floor. Jasmine's eyes were closed, so it took her a moment to notice, but by the time she had, the whole room had clearly seen her with the biggest cock I had ever seen deep in her mouth, sucking like a maniac. She had one hand round his throbbing erection and the other was inside her skirt shamelessly stroking herself through her panties.

The stripper jumped away and Jasmine tried vainly to recover her composure as the compere presented her with her photo. She walked off the stage and back to her seat to the biggest cheer of the night.

I was now seriously turned on, and it was only the thought that I may well be next that was stopping me from going straight to the Ladies to finish myself off. Caroline informed me that they usually tried to pick someone who had never been before to do the "blow-job" scene because it was important they didn't know what to expect. I agreed that Jasmine had certainly been far more aroused due to the fact that she was off her guard and a bit embarrassed, but was a bit concerned that had she walked off the stage it would have been a complete anti-climax. 

"It never happens," Caroline said. "And if it did, do you think there'd be any volunteers to take her place?" I had to agree.

There was just time to get another bottle when the lights dimmed again and the blonde's voice came over the PA. "Now let's have a big hand for Gino!" My heart jumped into my throat and my mouth went dry! This was my bit! I felt like a teenager again, and I nearly spilt my drink as Gino's eyes latched onto mine the moment he came onto the stage. He was dressed in a tuxedo and carrying a small toy gun. The James Bond music filled the room. Another cliché! He danced around for a bit, pointing his gun at members of the audience and striking Bond-esque poses. He was easily the best looking of the five strippers, and I felt quite a crush forming as he made his way down to my seat. He took me by the hand and gently led me to the stage. 

"Just go with the flow, Moneypenny," he said, doing a really poor Sean Connery voice. "Remember you don't have to do anything you don't want to, and if you want me to go further you have to let me know."

"Well, lets see how good you are Mr Bond!" I quipped. I wished I could have thought of something witty about playing with his weapon, or being shaken not stirred, but I was too tongue-tied.

Most of his act involved me sitting on the chair and him dancing round me slowly relieving himself of his clothes. Occasionally he'd invite me to pull at some velcro which would release a garment to the floor, until he was standing in nothing but a bow tie, cuffs and tight black boxer shorts. He looked a total lemon, but a fantastically gorgeous lemon with hard abs, toned pecs and a massive bulge in his pants!

Gino took my hand and invited me to stand up. He pulled me towards him and I found myself running my hands up and down his chest. The crowd loved it so I moved one hand round his back and squeezed his bum, just like Jasmine had done. He put a strong arm around me to press me against his body and I was amazed to feel he was fully erect already. As he pressed it against me I'd never felt so aroused. I got into the spirit by lifting my knee up and wrapping my leg around him. He grabbed my raised thigh with one hand and my bum with the other and pulled my crotch against his erection. I ground my hips against him, desperately trying to move my clit into a position where I could relieve the familiar itch that was building deep inside my loins.

"This is amazing," I whispered to him.

"There's more to come yet." He said softly. "Drop to your knees and pull my shorts down, then lay back on the floor."

I did what he asked and his erection sprang out at me. It was magnificent. Long and thick with an upward curve. This turned me on even more because I'd seen a similar shaped one before. It was an ex-boyfriend whose cock curved upwards only when he was super-aroused. I used to torture and tease him until it curved enough to stimulate my G-spot as we fucked. As the memories flooded back I couldn't help thinking I was turning Gino on as much as he was me.

I removed Gino's boxers and couldn't help giving his penis a kiss before I laid back. As I took it in both hands he grinned down at me and nodded. I took this to be an invitation and took his swollen glans in my mouth, running my tongue round the end of it, then taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. My pussy throbbed as the crowd went wild!

I lay back on the wooden boards as requested and Gino straddled my hips. He placed his hands on my shoulders and ran them down my chest until he reached my breasts. "Just tell me to stop if you're uncomfortable" he said. The last thing I was was uncomfortable!

I felt my nipples harden as he stroked my boobs through my blouse. I shuddered as my clit started to throb with pleasure. He moved his hand to my buttons and looked at me questioningly. "Go on" I said.

He undid the first button, then the second, then pulled my blouse apart to reveal my breasts, which were held up for him by my favourite black push-up bra. He bent down and kissed each one in turn then jumped up, leaving me lying on the floor. Tanya later told me that while he was astride me my skirt had hitched right up to my waist and the whole Club could see my black thong!

Gino turned round and adopted a press-up position over the top of me, with his groin poised over my face. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, his head hovering over my thighs. I nodded vigorously and started to lick and kiss up and down the length of his shaft. There was no way I could take him in my mouth in this position - one thrust and he'd choke me to death!

I was in ecstasy as he kissed and licked my inner thighs up to and around my bikini line. I wanted him to pay attention to my throbbing clit, but didn't know whether to ask or not - what did his act have in store for me next?

After tormenting me for what seemed like hours, but was probably several seconds, Gino jumped up again and spun round, landing in the same press-up position but this time with his head above mine and his rock-hard penis firmly grinding against my clit. I gasped as I felt the pressure and squirmed under him trying to present the right spot. 

He gently kissed my neck and chest, working lower until his tongue was between my boobs, all the time gently grinding his erection against my pussy and clit. As he freed one of my boobs from my bra and took the nipple in his mouth it occurred to me that if it hadn't been for the thin material of my panties he'd be fucking me right here on stage in front of hundreds of people! That thought started to tip me over the edge and I bent my legs to get my throbbing button aligned against the shaft of his cock as I felt the pleasure rising up through my loins.

Suddenly I could hold out no longer and flung my legs around him, bucking and grinding my clit against his hardness. When I finally came it was massive - it had after all been building up all evening! As I rubbed myself against him I threw my arms around his neck and attached my lips to his, tasting his mouth with my tongue as the powerful contractions coursed their way through my body.

"Gino and Gemma, ladies, let's hear it. What a performance!" The blonde compere brought me back to earth again and I had no time to recover as Gino helped me up. My knees were trembling so much he had to help me down the steps. I couldn't believe I had just orgasmed in front of all these people. They were still cheering and instead of whispering in my ear, Gino had to shout. "That was really special, I've never seen anyone do that before. Will I see you a bit later? We sometimes have a bit of a party afterwards if you and your mates are up for it?"

I said I'd have to see and sat down with Caroline and Tanya totally shattered, and not too sure what to say. I excused myself and went to the ladies to smarten myself up a bit. I had never felt so alive, and although I'd just had the mother of all orgasms, I still wanted more.

When I returned, Caroline said "Now you know what I was all coy about earlier."

"You mean you came all over the stage as well?"

"No, I didn't come, but it was fantastic all the same! I went further than you though," she said mysteriously. I said I didn't understand. How much further was it possible to go?

"When he said you have to ask him to go further," she said with a wink, "he meant it. If you don't ask you don't get."

My mouth fell open when I realised what she was getting at. Tanya screamed in disbelief and said "You got fucked on stage?" 

Caroline nodded.

"By that big thing?" She was still nodding. "How?" I asked.

She told me that the routine was identical to the one I had just done, except that when Gino fell on top of her she moved round so that her feet were away from the audience then whispered "no-one can see, put it in" into Gino's ear. Not wanting to disappoint, he did as he was told and gave her a damn good shagging! Caroline was dead wrong about not being able to be seen, the audience had crowded right up to the stage to watch, and a thing that size is hard to hide!

The blonde compere got back onto the stage and drew the evening to a close. She informed us all that the DJ would play for a further hour, then the bar would close. Gino re-appeared about half an hour later dressed in jeans and a T-shirt., swigging from a beer bottle. He invited himself to join us and said to me "I meant what I said, that was amazing." I couldn't help blushing - after all, it had been pretty good for me too!

"Anyway," he said, "we're inviting a few people to stay after everyone's left, for a bit of a private party. A chance for us guys to let our hair down. The three of you are more than welcome to stay, if you want to." I was about to say we'd think about it when Tanya spoke for us all. "Of course we'll stay. Gemma's in love, we'll never hear the last of it otherwise!" 

As the majority started to drift away, I could see a few tables whose occupants had no intention of leaving. Jasmine and the blow-job girls; Miss Titwank and her friends, and the pole dancers from earlier had all obviously been invited to stay. I had no idea why.

A little later we were all on the dancefloor with five hunky strippers strutting their stuff. One of the Blow-Job sisters wasted no time in getting down to her hobby with the dancer who had had the benefit of Miss Titwank's beautiful boobs, which were at the same time being eaten by one of the other dancers, who had his other hand inside her knickers causing her to do a good impression of an asthmatic marathon runner. This was turning into a good party and I wanted some more action. 

I looked around for Gino and suddenly felt a strong pair of hands around my waist from behind. "Fancy finishing off what we started?" Gino's hands came straight up to cup my boobs and I turned my head to kiss his cheek, grinding my bum into his already hardening cock.

I turned round and pressed my body onto his, kissing him deeply. I felt like a schoolgirl with my first crush. He put his hands on my bum and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground my pussy against his denim-clad erection as he walked over and sat me on the edge of the stage. He lifted up my skirt and I lifted my buttocks to allow him to remove my thong. I laid back on the stage with my legs hanging over the edge and unbuttoned my blouse.

Gino buried his head in my crotch and his tongue worked its magic on my swollen clit. As he licked and probed, he put one, then two fingers inside me, gently teasing my G-spot. I couldn't hold back any longer and had another long and loud climax. I looked up to see that Titwank was now totally naked and being fucked from behind by yet another one of the dancers. 

"So when do I get that big tool inside me, then?" I asked Gino. He said there was no time like the present and practically fell out of his jeans to reveal my prize. If anything the upward curve was even more pronounced and I sucked on it for all I was worth. "Do you like it on top?" he asked, and without waiting for a reply he lay down on the stage. 

I straddled him and held his cock by the base, pointing it upwards. Slowly I sank down, half an inch at a time until the bulbous head was just inside me. It was stretching me so much I didn't know if what I was feeling was pain or pleasure. Gino was obviously used to this reaction because he laid perfectly still and gently stroked his fingertips up and down my back. Little by little I took as much as I could, feeling the stretch with every tiny movement. I sat still for a second, savouring the feeling of a full-to-bursting pussy. I slowly started to rock back and forth, tiny movements that sent massive ripples right through my body. I never wanted it to end.

I bucked backwards and forwards, building the tempo as the tension increased when suddenly I felt a kiss on my cheek and Tanya was next to me. "Room for one more?" she asked, as she hitched up her tiny skirt and straddled Gino's face. "The more the merrier!" I answered. Tanya's face was flushed and her top was undone, her erect nipples prominent through the material of her front-fastening bra. I'd never seen her like it, she was a picture of sexual arousal. The flush on her face slowly spread down to her chest and then her breasts as Gino's magic tongue tasted her inner flesh. At that moment I didn't know whether I fancied her or Gino the most!

As I was drawing closer to my third climax, I abandoned whatever modesty I may have had left and freed my breasts from my bra, caressing the nipples gently with my fingertips. Tanya followed suit by unfastening her bra and giving her now naked breasts a firm massage. As the fire built up inside me I pulled Tanya towards me and held her tight as I came, feeling her erect nipples pressing into mine made it all the better as Gino finally unloaded into me. She responded by holding me steady in her arms as my orgasm subsided and I relaxed against her, Gino's juices flowing slowly down onto my thighs.

After a moment or two I was aware of Gino pushing Tanya away from his face. The poor bloke must have been suffocating! She looked annoyed for all of a millisecond then pulled my hand towards her groin. She shuffled forwards off Gino's face and sat on his chest, wedging my fingers underneath her. Her breathing grew heavier as she moved herself backwards and forwards on my hand. I tried to reach her clit but she was in charge and she knew what she wanted. She pulled Gino's big hands onto her tits and he started to caress them. I was in heaven as I made my best friend come while my dream man fondled her and fucked me at the same time. 

"Shit!" Everyone in the room looked round as Tanya shouted her way through her orgasm. She collapsed into my arms and I suddenly felt drained. As I lifted myself off Gino's cock I felt it slide all the way out. I retrieved my knickers and sat down, to find the blonde compere waiting for me at the table. I looked round and saw that everyone else in the room was either having sex or watching other people have sex. There were twosomes, threesomes and a foursome. Even a couple of girls locked in a 69!

"Ever join in?" I asked the compere, who introduced herself as Chloe.

"Occasionally," she replied. "Tonight I just thought I'd watch. You certainly like to put on a show." 

I blushed and she handed me a paper sleeve containing a half-sized DVD.

I was still unaware how much that night was about to change my whole life...



The Club Auction



Sitting at the table I look over the little pots and jars of creams. Lotions to soften, scents to tickle the nose. I close my eyes and my thoughts are in a frenzy. My Master is taking me to the club and I want to be beautiful for him. It is crucial for me to look my best for that is what makes him happy. I dress with utmost care; soft lacy under garments, black as night with tiny red rose buds placed in strategic places. My bra is cut so part of my breasts are exposed. My nipples harden as I slip on my dress. The cold silky material skims across my skin. Also black, it flows softly down my body to mid calf. I pull my hair up into curls falling down around my face, pinning it so it stays in place. My Master loves to watch it tumble free when he pulls out the pins. I want so much to please him this evening. 

As I pick up my wrap, the bells ring. My Master is here. I quiver with fear that I may not look right or something is out of place. I shake my shoulders to relieve some of the tension and open the door to him. I stand before him as he enters the room. His presence fills the small room. I tremble as his gaze takes the sight standing before him. He commands that I turn around slowly, I hear him sigh with satisfaction and I am once again relieved. He pulls me to him and holds me close. My senses are filled with the smell of him, a crisp smell from the coldness outside.

He takes a step back, "I have a gift for you, I know you will enjoy it as much as I will." He holds out a tiny wrapped package, "Please open now for me." I take the box and rip of the paper with excitement; gifts from my Master are so dear to me. I slowly open the box and inside lay round gold nipple rings. I look at my Master and softly murmur my thanks, I ask him to put them on. He gently eases my dress from my shoulders and pulls on each nipple till they are hard in his fingers. He gently places each ring on. The pressure is exquisite, sends a tingle to my most private parts. He slips my dress back up and the rings lay against the material and the hardness of my nipples. It is erotic to see the outline against the material. You know they are there, you know the pleasure it brings. He is ready to leave, I pick up my wrap and we walk to the door. 

We step out into the darkness, cold but clear. He led the way down the walk to a limo. My eyes light up with surprise. "I want this night to be a memorable one darling," he says huskily. The driver came around and opened the door for us. After settling in the soft leather seats, he turned on a CD; the music was light and playful swirling around us in our enclosed space. A bottle of wine was chilling in ice. My Master has thought of everything I thought! 

He turns my face towards him, "You look beautiful tonight, your blue eyes seem even more blue when they sparkle like that. I am glad you are happy. I want to ask something of you, and you may say no. I would like for you to trust me and say yes. The only thing I ask of you now is to think if you will do anything I ask of you tonight." 

Thoughts came rushing into my head; my mind was spinning at the thought of what may happen. I looked at My master and answered, "Yes Master, I do trust you with all of my being, I will do what you ask me to do." 

The car drove through the streets, passing the small cafes and shops till it came to a dimly lit building. I felt my heart skip a beat as he helped me out of the car and led me to the building. 

As he opened the door I could hear music pulsating through the walls of the lobby. The rhythm was almost hypnotic as we checked in our coats. I asked my Master to excuse me while I went to powder my nose. He smiled down at me and said; "of course, and remove your panties while you are there. Bring them to me."

I could feel his eyes follow me as I walked to the ladies room. I went to the stall and pulled my panties down my legs, feeling their dampness. I am anxious to see what he has planned. I stood in front of the mirror and reapplied my lipstick and checked my hair. After being sure that all was in place I returned to his side. I handed him my black panties; he glanced down and grinned at the rose buds. Bringing them up to his face he breathed in the scent. His eyes darkened and looked at me intensely. "I adore you," he whispered. The words touched my heart. Stuffing the panties into his suit pocket he took my hand and says, "ready to have fun?" I shake my head afraid to say a word.

We worked our way past the dance floor where bodies were gyrating to the beat of music. My Master brought me to a table where dozens of roses were laid across. Champagne was poured waiting to be drunk. As my mouth fell open, my master reached with his finger under my chin and closed it for me. 

He turned me by my shoulders to face the room saying, "You are the most beautiful woman here, look at all the men stare at you, wishing you were theirs. Even the roses cannot compare to your beauty." He picked up a rose and broke it from its stem, reaching up he placed it in my hair. 

Tears shimmered in my eyes as I gazed upon his handsome face. "I, Sir, am the lucky one to belong to you." He picked up the glasses of champagne and handed me one. "Ceci est pour vous mon petit celui, vous êtes mon clair de lune dans l'obscurité, mon soleil dans le jour, je vous aimerai à jamais pour vous êtes devenu mon coeur." I looked at my Master, for I do not speak French. "Please Master tell me what you have said."

"This is for you my little one, you are my moonlight in the darkness, my sun in the day, I will love you forever for you have become my heart." I was totally blown away by such a statement. It was hard to control the tears. Tears of happiness I could not show in front of everyone. "Thank you Master. Sir, I have never known such happiness until you came into my life." He leaned down and brushed his soft lips against mine, sending shivers to the depth of me. Taking me by the hand he pulled me to the dance floor. 

The music had turned down its pace, the beat tantalizing as our bodies pressed together. His chest pressed against my breasts, making the nipples rings dig into my skin, making me squirm. His hands were skimming across my back, dropping down to the curve of my bottom. He knows what a turn on that touch is for me. I lean into him more my fingers digging into his arm. People watched us dance, I as aware of the men’s looks they were giving us. Want, needing I am not sure. My Master made me the most beautiful with his love.

The club was busy tonight, many couples were there and a few singles. Everyone glittered and twinkled it seemed. I could not help but think it was a special night for all. I was soon to find out.

The emcee for the evening stepped out on the raised stage. With microphone in hand he welcomed all to the Club. "I also want to say," he continued, "the Club is happy to present to you our Second Annual Auction Night. We had such a success last year we chose to do it again. All proceeds will go to the Children’s Center as last year. They were able to do great many things with our donation."

"Let the festivities begin!!!!!" he cried.

I looked at my Master with questioning eyes. He led me to our table. "Are you ready sweet one for what I want to do?" I knew without him saying the words he wanted to auction me off. We had talks before regarding having others join into our escapades. While it always intrigued me it frightened me. I had lovers before finally meeting my Master, but never more than one at a time. I turned to face my love and said, "If this is what you wish Master I will do it for you." His eyes twinkled in the dark light with excitement. "I promise you my petit lapin, you will not be hurt in anyway you don’t want to be." My petit lapin (little bunny) was his pet name for me. It made me trust him even more. "Yes Master, I will do this for you."

He stood up and motioned to a woman dressed in a tiny little maid outfit. He leaned towards her and whispered something to her. She smiled and turned to me, "Please come with me, you must be made ready." I slowly smiled at my Master and allowed myself to be led away.

I was taken to another room, women lounging around relaxed, as they were accustomed to this. I nervously looked around to see if there was anyone I knew. To my disappointment there was not. The maid brought me to a bench next to a locker. "You may hang your clothing there. Your Master instructs for you to remove your dress but leave your bra and nipple rings on." She reached into the locker that had my name listed on a tag, attached to the door. My Master is sure of himself isn’t he I thought. It brought a smile to my lips. 

The maid brought out long soft leather gloves. She held up the first one to my hand and helped me into it, and then the other. I noticed the leather had laces at the wrists. I wonder. The maid once again reached to the locker and brought out stiletto heeled boots. She gently helped pull them up to my thigh. They felt so good against my skin. I start to tremble at the thought of what was to come. 

She helped me to my feet and touched up my hair, handed me my lipstick and said she would be right back. I applied the lipstick with a shaking hand. I could feel the dampness between my legs, my nipples hard, dusty pink under the golden rings. I stood waiting for the maid to return. I walked over to a small group of women chatting up a storm. I could catch names in between all the talk. One name kept coming up. Lord of Darkness. It seemed if he chose you, you were special. I looked at the group and asked, "What makes him the prize catch?" Titters of laughter went around the room. I knew then I just made a big booboo. One woman spoke up, "He is a special man, he is good at what he does."

"Yes" said another woman; "he knows how to keep a subbie happy." I turned away from the group to sit back on the bench. 

The maid returned with a black blindfold. I looked at her questioningly. "Your Master says you must be blindfolded before you walk the stage," she said softly. "It is your turn, I am to lead you to the room and the stage" I bit my lip as I turned for her to put it on. The blackness was startling at first. The woman took my gloved hand in hers and pulled me to my feet. I followed as she pulled me along. I know a door opened as I could feel the air get cooler. My nipples responded by hardening against the cool air. I shiver again, be it from the cold or my nerves, I am not sure. The maid comes to a stop and says "Please hold my hand, do not let go. I know you can’t see anything. I will be the one to lead you to the stage for the bidding. Are you ready?" I nodded to her; not sure I could speak, as I was so scared. I was led into the night.

I followed the woman like she said. The fear of falling or tripping in the heels was so great. It grew quiet as we walked onto the stage. I could hear papers rustling and someone coughed softly. "This in number 7, lucky number 7, what are your bids, Sirs, please?" the emcee said brightly. "Look at her glistening red hair, she must brush it a hundred times each night for her Master!"

"She is fond of the hairbrush as a paddle." I gasped, as only my Master knew that. He must have filled out some application, all these thoughts racing through my head. "The bidding starts at $500.00," the emcee called out. The room was quiet; I could not see anyone or what was happening in the room. "I bid $2,500.00 for the wench!" said a man in a quiet voice. A murmur went up in the room. I could only stand there exposed to all these strangers. Clapping started when the emcee called out "SOLD!"

The maid led me off stage and asked me to just hold her hand to the next room. "The next room?" I asked. She replied that this was where I would meet the man who bid for me. I was to stay blindfolded for the time being. She opened the door and sat me in a chair and left the room. I could not see and I dared not to take off the blindfold. I sat there, quietly not moving an inch. 

"Please relax," a man's voice said. I felt fingers lightly touch the skin on my arms, working their way up to my shoulders where the man started kneading the muscles in my neck. "You are so tense my lady, we must remedy that." I could feel him brush by me to stand in front of me. I could feel something tickling my thigh, at first I did not know what it was. The man dragged it across my left thigh, it was a flogger, I felt the ends drag across my skin. I shivered as the leather continued to my other leg. 

He took his knee and slid it between my legs, "Open for me," he commanded. I slid my legs open slowly, feeling him press in closer. He brought the leather across my breasts; the pang of wanting him to strike me with it was leaving me wet between my legs. I took a deep breath, waiting, wanting, craving more. He brought up my chin with the flogger. The man tilted my head back as he pulled the soft leather strips across my cheek. He could feel me tremble against him. He stepped back and pulled me to my feet, leading me to another spot in the room. 

"Put your hands above your head wench," He said softly. I held them up, I could feel him taking the laces at the wrist and binding them together, then attaching it to something above me. I was on the tips of my toes. He turned me to him, whispered words I could not understand. The sting of the leather was against my backside. He brought it down against my shoulders, working his way down to my thighs. Turning me I felt the sting on my breasts. I pressed my lips tightly together so not to cry out. 

My juices were gathering between my legs, so hot and moist. The man worked the leather, as it was part of him, sometimes gentle sometimes fast with a bite into the skin. He brought it down across my stomach making me pull away. "Don’t do that," he roared. "You are to stand still!" he did it again and in fright I jumped. He roughly grabbed my ankle and attached it to a hook in the floor, then taking the other and spreading my legs wide attached the other ankle. 

The air touched my pussy, hot and wet, making me quiver as I was exposed. I still did not say a word. I could feel him close to me again. "You will do as I say wench!" I could feel something hard against the curve of my ass. The slap was so fast I cried out. A hairbrush. I could feel the heat in my body building. My nipples were hard and red from the strokes of leather. The brush came down again and again, not hard but enough to make my skin tingle and turn a fiery red. I could feel the tension growing between my legs the wetness trickling down the inside of my thigh.

The man turned me around to face him, I could feel his fingers part my soft lips and flick across the bud inside the folds of skin. His fingers were gentle but insistent, rubbing my clit I could feel myself press harder against his fingers. I wanted more, I needed more. As he must have read my thoughts, he slipped a finger then two inside my slippery pussy. I moaned against my arm. My legs were spread so he could have complete access to me. He knelt down and buried his face in my pussy, sucking on my clit. I moved against him, wild for more. His tongue inched up into my warm pussy, his teeth scraping my skin. I shuddered against his mouth coming against the torture of his tongue. 

The man moved away from me, I could not tell where he went under the blackness of my blindfold. My arms were aching now being above my head, while I could feel my juices trickling down my thigh. My mind was whirling with thoughts of what was to come next. I felt hands on my wrists taking them off the hook. My legs were weak. I fell to my knees; my wrists still tied together. My ankles were released from their holds. I brought my knees together, trembling I sat there waiting. 

"On your knees for me woman," the man said. I got to my knees and as I did I was pushed forward. My hands catching the fall forward, I could feel his hands on my ass, dipping his fingers into my wet pussy he massaged my clit. I could feel his erection hard against my thigh; his fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. He slowly rubbed his cock against my wetness back and forth. I leaned in to him wanting to be filled. To feel him slide his rod deep into me. He grabbed my hips and brought me down on his hardness. I gasped as the force of him filled me up quickly. 

He slowly withdrew his cock; I again wiggled my ass wanting more. I could feel something cool against my skin. As he plunged his cock back into me he inserted a vibrator into my tight ass. The pain came quickly as he filled me up with both real and fake cocks. I cried out, not moving, waiting. He moved his cock in and out of my cunt, while slowly moving the vibrator deeper into my other hole. I moaned with the pleasure, the pain, the excitement. He pushed me further down so my bottom was more exposed to him. My cheek was touching the hardwood floor, the nipple rings making a metal sound hitting the floor when he plunged into me. 

"You cannot come until I say wench," he said. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to control the feelings stirring in the lower depths of my body. It is a difficult thing for me to do, not to let go and ride with the flow of excitement in my body. I bit my lip as he slammed his cock in and out of me, the vibrator moving faster. My pussy was filled deeply with him, hot, wet. My ass burned as the vibrator continued in and out. I wanted to cum, I wanted to feel the release, the tension was so unbearable. He slowly withdrew the vibrator, yet still slamming his cock into me. He leaned down and pulled hard on the rings clamped on my nipples, his hot hands stroking the sides of my breasts making me tremble all the more. 

Still struggling to hold back my orgasm he massaged my clit, it was a heavenly assault on my body. He withdrew his cock from my dripping pussy. He pulled me to my feet and led me to another place in the room. He must have sat down for he spread my legs and ordered me to face him while sitting on his cock. I placed my hands on his shoulders and eased myself down his hard cock. My throbbing pussy welcomed it easily. It was strange not to see this man as I rocked my pussy up and down him. His brought his hands to my breasts; he pulled them tightly together and licked my nipples as one. I loved my nipples sucked and he started to suck each one hard, his teeth nipping them as his tongue swirled around them. I was going to cum soon if this continued on.. 

He must have felt the change in my body for he pushed my hips up and off his cock. He led me to what felt like a bed and laid me on my back. He lifted my legs up and was between them, my feet high in the air, the only thing touching me was his cock as he slammed into my pussy over and over and his hands on my ankles as he held my legs up. "You only have to wait a little longer wench, I want to see you cum, only when I say." The tension was glorious as he pounded away, pulling his cock out to the tip and the plunging deeply back in. He reached down and massaged my clit making it even harder to hold back my body quivered a mass of nerves, waiting to erupt. My pussy was ready to explode and he rode me harder. I could feel him tighten as if her were ready to flood me with his juices. 

He cried out "Now wench, now cum!!" Waves of pleasure coursed through I could barely think of anything but the throbbing of my pussy as he flooded me. I could feel the heat as his juices mingled with mine. I shuddered as if my body was assaulted, but it was with only waves of pleasure. 

He knelt down and put his mouth to my pussy sucking the juices that he helped put there, I didn’t think I could take any more when he pulled me up and kissed me hard letting the cum seep into my mouth from his. So sweet the taste was of the cum from our bodies. The kiss went on as we passed the hot liquid between us, his tongue dipping into my mouth tasting me. He let go of my shoulders, caressed my cheek and laid me back unto the bed. 




The Club Auction



"You are a fine wench, your Master would be pleased" Without anything else said the room grew quiet. I did not know what to do but to lie there. My body throbbed and tingled. My eyes grew sleepy as the quiet filled the room. My body began to relax and felt like I was a melting into a puddle as I drifted asleep.



The Club Banquet



I stepped from the shower and looked at myself in the full length mirror. Like most women, I think that my butt is too big, and my breasts too small. My hair is a pleasing shade of brown, thanks to the skills of my hairdresser. The triangle of hair between my legs has telltale streaks of gray. "Fast chance anyone will be seeing THAT anytime soon," I thought to myself. "I guess I could be a hell of a lot worse at 58."

I'm a member of a women's service club in my city, and since the death of my husband I've been increasingly active in its activities. This evening we were having our biggest yearly event, a benefit for the scholarship fund, and we were hosting a special honoree.

Several months before, three men responsible for a string of bank robberies had entered a suburban bank and announced yet another robbery. It proved to be their last. A bank surveillance video showed a man standing calmly at a teller's window that suddenly turned, and with a handgun in each hand shot down all three robbers in a matter of seconds. The rescuer approached the men and kicked away their guns. He then holstered his own weapons and made a cell phone call. He was then seen to stand calmly, his arms folded, until the arrival of the police.

That man is a lieutenant in the police department of my own city, and the video of his activities was a sensation.

At the next club meeting, it was proposed that the dashing hero be invited to be the guest of honor at the scholarship banquet. "Oh my," said one lady. "He must really be in demand. He'd be a tremendous draw for sure, but how do we land him? He must be spread pretty thin."

The club president smiled. "Girls, I have an ace in the hole. My husband went to high school with the police chief and they're still buddies. Maybe I can pull some strings."

It was only days later that the club's officers received an e-mail that the lieutenant would be delighted to attend the banquet.

I was in the hotel ballroom with the other club officers and was putting the finishing touches on some tables when I heard the door at the end of the room quietly open. A man stood framed in the doorway. He was quite a handsome young man, no more than thirty. And he was the most frightening man I've ever seen in my life. His eyes swept the room like a lion at the edge of a herd of gazelle. "Of course," I thought. "He's a professional lawman...it must be difficult to turn it off."

The club's officers approached him and introduced themselves. His face immediately brightened. I joined the group as the club president said,"...and this is Evelyn Henderson, our committee chair for hospitality." Something changed in his eyes as he firmly gripped my proffered hand and said, "A pleasure, Mrs. Henderson." "Oh My!" I thought. "From a lion to a lamb...but the lion is still there, lurking quietly in the background."

He stood by the doors with the club officers and greeted the arriving guests, utterly charming each arriving lady. Most of the club's women are somewhere between soccer mom and grandmother, with marriages ranging from mundane to dead and buried, and I'm sure more than one lady immediately began harboring intense fantasies about our guest.

Dinner was announced. I found myself disappointed and a bit jealous that I was not seated next to him, or even at his table, I was close enough to see that he kept the ladies spellbound who were seated about him, and a few of them seemed to be rather shameless in the way they were throwing themselves at him.

When dinner was completed, the club president made a little speech and our honoree was introduced again. A band had been engaged for dancing (women, of course, love dancing). I was more than delighted when I found the lieutenant standing before me, his hand extended. "Mrs. Anderson, will you honor me?" he asked in that delicious baritone voice.

"Oh! Lieutenant! Oh, yes, please," I responded. In a moment I was where every woman in that room wanted to be, in his arms. I have never been the catty type, but as I felt every other woman's eyes on me I simply couldn't help feeling a bit vixenish.

Trying not to look around, I said, "Lieutenant, there are quite a few rather attractive women who are far younger than I am who would like to be doing this."

"That may well be true Mrs. Anderson," he replied. "But I'm afraid they simply can't compete with you where charm is concerned."

"Oh Lieutenant," I said softly. "That is a very sweet thing to say, thank you. And please, call me Evelyn. When you call me 'Mrs. Anderson' I feel like one of your friend's mothers."

He chuckled. "My given name is Henry, which of course, I hate. My friends, and beautiful women, call me 'Hank,' " he said.

"And I'm to call you that as a friend?" I replied, as coquettishly as possible.

"I think you know the answer to that," he said quietly.

I hated to surrender him as the music ended, but I certainly knew that I couldn't monopolize him, and he was enough of a charmer that he knew he had a duty to the other ladies present, especially those who were unescorted.

I had assumed that the delightful compliment he paid me originated from a sense of duty, but after just a handful of dances with other ladies he reclaimed me for the dance floor, and so it went for the rest of the evening. My sister club members were not neglected, but I was clearly receiving his special attention. I felt like I was at my first prom and I loved it.

Towards the end of the evening, when he was once again squiring me smoothly around the floor (did I mention that he dances divinely?) he said, "Evelyn, I know that this is presumptuous, but we cops tend to be rather forward. I guess it's part of that fatalistic 'live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse' thing. May I escort you home?"

I must have looked like a fish out of water. "Oh! Hank!" I said. "Well, I have my car here, and, well, the other ladies..."

He smiled. "I didn't mean for us to leave arm and arm," he said. I know that you're a lady, and I don't want you to do anything scandalous. I can follow you home discreetly."

"Hank," I said softly. "I can't even begin to tell you how flattering this is. I know that there simply can't be any way you don't know this, but I AM old enough to be your mother, literally. I have sons who are older than you are."

"Evelyn, all that does is it makes you more intriguing."

I heard someone say, "Hank, I'd be delighted to have you come home with me." That someone was me.

I stood in my kitchen, in the dark, my heart pounding, feeling like a school girl. I saw his headlights in the driveway. I heard the car door, but strangely he made not a sound as he approached the back door. I later learned it was a skill cultivated by street cops who walk beats in dangerous neighborhoods.

"He hunts longest who hunts in silence," he said.

I saw his figure at the door. I opened it and he stepped in, bringing the scent of his aftershave with him. Whatever it was, it was manly. He didn't utter a word but swept me into his arms and kissed me, REALLY kissed me. I thought of Rhett Butler when he told Scarlett O'Hara, "You need to be kissed, often. And by someone who knows how." Hank knew how.

When we parted I gasped, "Hank, honey, let me catch my breath." His chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Hank, I'm afraid that I'm going to be a disappointment to you."

"Are you indeed? And why is that?"

"Hank, honey, you probably think that since I'm so much older that I'm sexually experienced, but I'm not. My husband was a sweet, dear man, but he wasn't sexually adventurous. My sexual experience has come in thirty second intervals, and, well, there are a great many things I haven't done."

"But something tells me you wanted to. You wanted to try new things, experiment, indulge your fantasies, but you didn't feel you could tell him, right?"

"Oh Hank," I sighed. "I AM pitiful, aren't I?"

"Evelyn," he said. "You're not pitiful at all. You're inexperienced, and there is a cure for that. Why don't you tell me some of the things you've wanted to try?"

"Oh Hank, I couldn't possibly! I couldn't say such things out loud!"

"Well then, what experience have you had with oral lovemaking?"

"I'm afraid I haven't had any," I said sheepishly.

"Not giving or receiving?" he asked gently.

"No...see what I mean?"

"Well, that will be one of the first things we correct," he responded.

My head spun as I considered the implications. "Hank? Does that mean you're going to...oh good heavens..."

"I'm going to what?" he asked quietly.

I looked at his chest, unable to look into his eyes. "Put your thing in my mouth?" I whispered.

I could sense him smiling in the dark. "Evelyn, I love how ladylike you are. There simply isn't enough of that in the world anymore. But to answer your question, what's going to happen is, you're going to suck my cock and lick my balls."

Never in my life had I ever heard a man utter such words, and I was speechless...and terribly excited.

"Now then," he said. "What are you going to do?"

I heard a small woman's voice say, "I'm going to suck your cock and lick your balls." There was a pause, and I looked into his eyes and said, "I'm going to suck your big, hard cock and lick your hairy balls."

"I'd like that very much. And after that I'm going to spread those pretty legs, lick your pussy and suck your clit."

My knees almost buckled. "Hank, are you supposed to have your orgasm in my mouth?"

"That is up to you...do you want me to?" he asked.

"Oh yes, please!"

"Now then...what is your most intense fantasy?"

"Oh Hank!" I gasped. "Oh, it's simply awful. You'll think I'm the world's biggest whore! I can't!"

He chuckled again. "World's biggest whore huh? Well, that IS a pretty kinky fantasy, but something tells me that's not it."

"Oh gawd Hank, I'm so embarrassed," I said as I buried my head in his chest.

"So...a charming and genteel lady has a fantasy so awful she can't describe it. And likely thinks she's the only woman on earth who has it. Hmmm...does it involve force?"

My head popped up and I stared at him in disbelief. "Hank!! How on earth...how did you..."

"Evelyn, that sort of fantasy is one of the most common that women have, especially reserved, genteel ladies like you. If you're forced, you have no control, you're not responsible. You can be a bad girl, but you can't be blamed for it."

"Hank, I'm not, well, abnormal?"

"You're actually sickeningly normal," he said. "Now then...strip," he said.

I was taken aback by the suddenness of his words.

"Hank," I stammered. "You mean HERE?" Not once in my sheltered life had I ever taken off my clothes, or been nude, anywhere other than the privacy of my bedroom. His eyes narrowed into the menacing, lion-like look he'd had when first I laid eyes on him, but now it was frightening in an intensely erotic way.

"I said strip!" he growled.

I had received that order dozens, maybe hundreds of time from as many fantasy captors in endless scenarios and venues, but now a breathing, flesh and blood man was ordering me to strip naked! I felt like I was going to faint. He wanted to see me naked, and seeing me that way was going to make his cock, the cock I was going to suck, rock-hard, and the thought made me giddy. It didn't matter that my boobs were too small, or that my 58 year old butt was too big, or that I had grey hair on my pussy. He was going to lick it, grey hair and all. I wanted to turn the kitchen lights on so that my neighbors could watch me strip naked and see how much he wanted me.

My fingers trembling, I unzipped the dress I was wearing and let it slither to the floor, leaving me in bra and panties, and I was glad I'd worn nice ones. I unhooked the bra, pulled the cups from my breasts, and dropped it to the floor, crossing my arms in front of my chest and looking as demure and as much like a damsel in distress as I could.

"Panties," he said.

"Oh please," I whined like a little girl. "Please...not my panties."

"Panties, now!" he growled.

It was better than being a little kid at Disney World. I slid my panties down my legs and kicked them off, leaving me naked except for the shiny, black heels I'd selected to wear that evening. I was naked, in my kitchen, a gorgeous stud's prisoner (in my mind anyway), and I was about to be pleasured not for thirty seconds, but for hours.

He effortlessly swept me into his arms, movie-style, and carried me to the bedroom. He dropped me gently onto the bed. I watched him take off his sport coat. He was wearing the double shoulder holster that I saw in the video, containing two big handguns. I shivered a bit at the realization that not only were they not toys, but that he knew how to use them. He turned away from me as he removed his shirt and pants. He turned around and I must have looked like a deer in headlights as I stared, transfixed, between his legs. It basically resembled my late husband's...with the exception of its dimensions. I was thrilled by it, and terrified by it, and I loved the feeling.

He lay down next to me, swept me into his arms and began kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He kissed my breasts, licked and bit my nipples. He somehow knew just exactly how hard to bite them. It hurt, I wanted it to hurt more, and it was incredibly exciting. I reached down and began to play with his cock, and although it hardly seemed possible it grew bigger.

"Hank," I whispered between his hot kisses. "May I suck it now?"

"Yes, you may." He shifted to his back and I grasped his thick cock.

"Um, honey I'm a bit new at this," I said sheepishly.

"Kiss it baby," he said.

He didn't have to ask twice. I began planting long, slow kisses on his cockhead. The skin was hot and silky and I loved how it felt. But the best part was that he began to quietly moan. I kissed it for what seemed like a long time, then began to lick. His moans increased, and so did my confidence. I managed to get the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and around.

"Oh baby," he groaned. "Now run your hand up and down the shaft."

I did so, and his hips began to gyrate. I was doing it right!

"Get ready baby, I'm going to cum."

I was as ready as I could be. With a deep groan, he entwined his fingers in my hair, and his big cock seemed to explode. I felt sudden warmth as he filled my mouth with his hot sperm. I swallowed and swallowed. Were there women who really didn't LIKE this? I found it thrilling. When at last he relaxed, I gently squeezed his cock and licked away the drops of sperm that appeared at the tip.

"Did I do ok?" I asked.

"Good Gawd, Evelyn, that was fantastic...now it's your turn."

Again he was kissing me, my mouth, my face, my neck, breasts and nipples, but this time he didn't stop. He kissed down over my tummy, and as he moved down he gently parted my legs. For a moment his face was poised over my pussy, and then my world turned upside down.

I didn't last anytime at all. What he did was incredible and overwhelming, and I began to cum almost instantly. I grabbed the headboard, writhed, bucked, moaned and gasped such filthy language at Hank that even now my face turns red at the thought of it. When the waves of pleasure at last stopped rolling over me I lay there gasping for breath, my chest heaving.

"Hank...Sweet Jesus..."

"Shhhhhh," he said. "Time for the main event."

I looked fearfully at Hank's cock, which was again rock-hard. "Hank, I'm a little scared here. Have you heard that saying about 'ten pounds of sand in a five pound bag?' "

"Does it excite you to be scared of my cock?"

"Very much," I responded. "But I'm beginning to realize that fantasizing about being raped with a bull cock and actually experiencing it may end up being very different things."

"Close your eyes, relax, and trust me," he said gently.

I did trust him, completely, and did as instructed. I felt him over me, then I felt his cockhead parting my soaking wet lips. Then he stopped, bless his heart. He inundated me with more of his exciting kisses, and I felt him thrust a bit more into me, very gently, allowing me to become accustomed to the huge newcomer. Before I knew it I felt his balls against my bottom. Surely that monster wasn't inside me? How could a man with a cock like a barnyard animal be so gentle? And why did it feel so wonderful to be stretched like this? He gently moved my arms above my head and firmly gripped my hands. A thrill shivered through me.

"Hank," I breathed softly. "Are you holding me down?"

"That depends," he answered. "Does the thought of being held down excite you?"

"Oh Gawd, you know it does. Who are we? How did I get here?"

"Well, let me think about that...what was your club president's name again? The pretty dark one?"

"Josephine, Jo we call her."

"And the short blonde with the boobs?"

"Devil," I snapped. That's Judy."

"Ok, I need to get this straight in my head. You, Jo and Judy are taking a trip, girl's night out on a grand scale. I think Aruba will do nicely. You've spent a day on the beach, now it's evening and you're going clubbing. You're in breezy, summer dresses. You cross the mouth of an alley. You hear a noise behind you. A bag is thrown over your head and you're dragged away before you know it. You're in a vehicle of some kind...it must be a van. All three of you have been kidnapped."

I noticed that Hank had begun very gently fucking me. It hurt just the right way. I was imagining the scenario and my breathing was quickening.

"The van stops. The three of you are taken from the van and into a building of some sort. It's cool, and it smells earthy and musty. Your hands are tied above your head. You feel hands and your clothes being torn. You're being stripped."

"Oh Gawd...everything?"

"Everything...in seconds you're naked," he responded. "The hoods are pulled from your heads. Jo and Judy are strung up too, and are also naked."

"Ohhhhhh....," I cooed. "I see everything."

"Tell me what Jo looks like naked," he said.

"Mmmmmmm...she's Italian, so I'm betting she has nipples like big Hershey Kisses. And if she doesn't shave she must have a very hairy pussy. And a big butt. Oh honey, fuck me a little harder," I cooed.

"Nice," he replied. "And Judy?"

"She's very petite, barely over five feet tall. She has really big boobs...I'm not forgetting you noticed...and since she's so fair she probably has pale, pink nipples and a little triangle of golden hair on her pussy. She has a butt like a little girl."

"So...what happens now?" he asked.

My mind was racing. "You're an international slaver. You have a very select clientele all over the world that like mature women as sex slaves because of their sexual experience. The three of us were too tempting to pass up. You're going to auction us."

"Hmmmm...I like that. Are you going to cooperate?"

"Don't be ridiculous. We're ladies. We'll demand that you release us so we can contact the American Embassy."

"My, my...so feisty. Looks like some persuasion is going to be in order," he said ominously.

Why did that have such a thrilling sound?

"So," he said. "How should I proceed," he asked.

Any inhibitions that I had developed over the decades were gone, long gone. There were no taboos.

"Wellllll," I said. "Judy is so tiny. I really don't think she could bear to have that horse cock of yours in that little butt."

A picture flashed into my mind of little Judy cut down and taken to a rough wooden table where she's bent over it and tied down, her big boobs flattened against the tabletop and squeezing out from the sides of her chest. I saw Hank behind her, putting his baseball sized cockhead between her little butt cheeks. I saw him thrust and could hear Judy's shrill scream. "HANK, I'M CUMMING....."




The Club Banquet



He began pounding me as I writhed and struggled beneath him. I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts and came and came. Hank knew when it was over and stopped thrusting. He knew I needed a break.

"Baby," I gasped. "I could see you butt-fucking Judy. I heard her screaming. Oh Gawd!"

"You liked that, did you?"

"Hank, you have no idea what this is doing to me...please, I want more."

"Ok, how about Jo?"

"To hell with Jo...it's my turn. I want to know how you're going to break me."

"My, such a hurry," He said. "I say to you, 'Mrs. Henderson, you can see that we take a dim view of ladies who fail to cooperate. Are you ready to submit to your new life?' "

"No, I can't," I said, stepping into my role. "I'm a married woman, a mother, you know I can't possibly submit to what you're asking. Please, let us go. We'll go home and won't tell anyone what happened."

"I'm afraid that isn't going to happen. Your choice is to either submit or be persuaded."

"No, I just can't," I said. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, Mrs. Henderson. I hate to mark a slave if I don't have to. I've learned that the key to securing a reluctant lady's cooperation is in her nipples. I see that your nipples are longer than the average. Don't you feel a bit guilty that yours are so hard from watching your friend being assraped?"

"Oh, you bastard," I hissed.

"A lady's nipples are remarkably resistant. They're made to be chewed on by ravenous babies, right? You can put clamps on them and add weights until they're stretched considerably, and when you remove them they snap back, as good as new. I once had a young Roman Catholic nun who endured having hers stretched almost to her knees before she broke and agreed to suck my cock."

"HANK!! HANK!!" The picture jumped into my mind and I saw every detail, the pretty young nun with her hands tied overhead, streaked with sweat, sperm running down her thighs from the gang-rape that had occurred before she was strung up to be tortured, struggling wildly, causing the weights to swing and increase the anguish to her tortured nipples. I came so hard I thought I'd pass out. "Hank," I gasped weakly. "You're killing me...you're fucking me to death...don't stop"

"I'm going to let you cum one more time then we're through for tonight. You're going to be sore as hell. Now that Judy has been broken and she's ready to obey, I think she should lick Jo's pussy. What do you think."

"Oh! I think that's a delightful idea!" I responded.

"Well...you just mull that over for a minute."

I imagined little Judy, still sobbing from being assraped, kneeling in front of Jo. In my mind's eye, Jo had been whipped for being defiant, and her breasts and big, brown nipples, her belly, her ass and her thighs were criss-crossed with angry red welts. She was shiny and slick with sweat, sobbing and moaning. Judy reached around, placing her little hands on Jo's ample ass, and pulling the sweaty, hairy pussy against her face. Then Judy began to noisily suckle Jo's clit. Jo began to cum...and so did I.

"FUCK me!!!" I hissed. Hank poured it on. I felt his hairy nuts slapping against my ass. He was right, I had never felt more exhausted and needed a big rest. I drifted to sleep to Hank's very gentle kisses.

And the next morning? SORE wasn't the word for it!



The Club Ch. 01



We had decided after months of discussing that we would try a club that some friends of ours had suggested. They told us to keep an open mind and to just accept everything that happened. Because of our trust in them and our own sense of adventure, we found ourselves at the front door.

The door opened and a very attractive attendant led us to a coatroom. Our coats were taken and two bags handed to us. With simple instructions, we went through a short hallway to another set of closed doors. A sign saying men and women with arrows pointing either way of the door was posted on the door. The attendant had told us that we would be changing into the robes provided and we both went to the appropriate bathrooms.

Moments later we met again at the huge double doors, this time attired in the robes. Both of us were in matching colors with dragons inked into the back of each. I took your door and pushed on the door. As it cracked open, you squeezed my hand in assurance and we entered.

It took only a few seconds to let ours eyes adjust to the darkness and we could see quite a gathering of people. I looked around almost hoping to recognize someone and to my relief our friends were there. We walked over to them and you hugged Sharon as I shook Steven's hand. Both were dressed in robes similar to ours and as we caught ourselves staring, Steven's robe fell open a bit. You took my hand back into yours and squeezed once again. I followed your eyes and knew that Steven had caught your attention.

We all laughed at this, of course ours was more nervous and Sharon suggested that we all go to the bar for drinks. Before I could lead you, Steven wrapped his arms into both of ours and pulled us along.

The bartender was a male, dressed only in a bowtie and apron, and was as quick as he was professional in his skills. Our drinks in hand, we all retired to a booth with you and I on one side and Sharon with Steven on the other. You took a long gulp of yours and settle a hand in my lap. Suddenly, you burst out laughing and turned to me asking why I still had my underwear on. I could only blush a bit and shrug. Steven was laughing the hardest of all and Sharon was the first to start chanting "take it off, take it off". We I started to shimmy out of the shorts; you pulled me up to my feet.

"Oh no you don't." you laughed. "You're going to take them off so we can all see." Sharon and Steven were both chanting by now and you joined in. Embarrassed as hell, I stood at the edge of the table and opened the robe.

As I started to take them off, you slapped my ass lightly and told me to dance as I was taking them off, so with an exaggerated bump and grind, I slid them down and then threw them at your head. All three of you clapped and I slid back into the booth three shades redder than before.

This seemed to break the ice well enough and we all chatted much easier. You were sliding your hand into my lap and stroking me from time to time and despite all, I was getting hard. I tried to concentrate on the conversation and that only made matters worse. I would loose track of the talk and when it was time to respond, you would have to elbow me.

" What is going on over there?" Sharon asked. She stood up a bit and peered over to our laps. A slight smile broke out on her face as she slid back down. I was trying unsuccessfully to hide my erection and red face but did notice that Sharon was whispering in Steven's ear. 

"Lets change over to the other room. There are couches and it's a bit more private." She told us. They both stood and Steven offered his hand to you. You grabbed my hand a stood, pulling me up as well. I had a small problem in the front of my robe and was trying to adjust and hide that a bit when Steven took my other arm and pushed me between Sharon and him. You stood to my side and we all slowly made our way to another side of the room. I guess that they were trying to offer me some sort of modesty and help block everyone else from seeing my erection, but that only cause Steven to stand right behind me. Trying to avoid him, I was pushed a bit too close to Sharon and from time to time she would brush back against me.

Walking through a curtain, there was a room that was even more dimly lit than the last. Candles were spread throughout and created a warm romantic glow. There were other people in here, but no one seemed to notice us enter. We found a long couch quickly and all settled in.

You took your usual position with your head on my lap and an arm stuck up between my legs. Moving around had caused some of the pressure to decrease and you wrapped your hand around my much softer cock. Sharon and Steven were almost mimicking us and Sharon's legs and yours were slightly touching.

We spent the next half hour or so talking and relaxing. We had been friends before coming to the club and some of the talk was about ordinary things such as bills, shopping and even work. We all knew that there was a sharper edge to the conversation, but no one was really paying attention to it.

Your hand had gotten me somewhat aroused again and I had to shift a bit. This caused my robe to open somewhat and you did the unexpected. You turned from Sharon and Steven and took the tip of my cock into your mouth. I was surprised to say the least and couldn't help a small moan. It had been almost an hour and a half since we had arrived and your warm mouth was welcomed. I looked over at our friends and saw that both were staring warmly. I nudged you a bit and with a small plop, you released my cock from your mouth. Licking your lips a bit, you turned back to Sharon and Steven.

I noticed that Sharon's legs had stretched out more and the two of your were almost playing with each others feet. It was innocent but still erotic to a point. Steven had slipped a hand into Sharon's robe and from the movement of the silk, was rubbing her nipples. I followed his lead and slipped my hand into yours. I found a nipple quickly and tugged it lightly as I knew you like so much.

This caused you to moan out and I think that you finally noticed how wrapped up Sharon's legs were with yours. You stretched fully out at this point and it seemed that the couch suddenly was a lot shorter. Both your and Sharon's feet pushed into each other's laps. I knew that you were becoming more excited by the second because your skin was becoming hot and flushed. We all tried to talk, but the conversation was interrupted by very feminine moans. Steven finally broke the final bit of ice and asked we minded Sharon taking her robe all the way off. You didn't answer but turned back to my lapped and the fully erect cock that I had.

Sharon simply slid out of it and I didn't feel bad at all about admiring her body. The two of you were very similar, with her only being a bit shorter and not as full breasted as you. Steven pulled her around and she fished into his robe and pulled out the largest cock that I have ever seen out. It wasn't that much longer than mine, but certainly thicker. I nudged you and you took a glance from the corner of your eye. I felt the moan rather heard it. I opened your robe and you shrugged it off. That left only Steven and I with any clothing.

Your legs were back into a tangle with Sharon's and I knew that your feet were pressing against her. From time to time she would resettle herself around your leg and she was constantly grinding against it. She had taken Steven into her mouth as well and had run a hand between his legs. I was so busy watching them that I didn't notice that your hand was buried between your legs. You were on your side and lifted one leg higher. All of the sudden I knew that Sharon and Steven could see everything. 

Steven looked at me with a question in his eyes and looked back at your ass and hand. I kind of shrugged at him and he moved his body around a bit. Whether you had realized it from the shifting on the couch or not, I couldn't tell, but when you felt his face between your legs, there was no mistaking it.

This time your moan was loud enough that everyone heard it, but I felt the vibrations up and down my length. Steven must have been very good because the moans kept coming, louder and louder. You worked your lips around my cock faster and faster, taking more into your mouth with each swallow. You know that this always drives me nuts and I had to pull your face way. A bit of precum leaked out and you licked it up. I bent down to kiss you and noticed that Steven was watching us. There was quite a bit on your lips and as soon as I had kissed you, you turned towards Steven. To my surprised you kissed him as well. I don't know if I was more excited by seeing you kiss him, or knowing that he tasted me on your lips.

Poor Sharon was all but left out in all this and she sat up just in time to catch you and Steven kissing. She grabbed his head and kissed him as well. I knew from her laugh that she knew exactly what had happened. I think it was his turn to blush at being caught. She dropped her head back to his cock and we all watched as she took his wide cock all the way to the back of her throat. Her hand dipped back between his legs and when he spread them, we could see her fingers teasing at his ass. He must have liked it as much as I do because he grabbed her hair and was thrusting his cock into her mouth faster and faster. Her other hand came up and started stroking his shaft.

You surprised me once again and leaned over and started biting and licking his nipples. I took a moment to actually study Steven during this and noticed all the things he and I had in common. His build was slightly larger but he too had a fair complexion and was almost hairless like me. I also noticed that I wasn't the only one that shaved my privates. His were as bare as mine and it made his cock looked bigger as shaving does mine. His eyes were half-closed but he was staring at me and I wondered if he was comparing notes as well.

It didn't take long before he closed his eyes and moaned almost under his breath that he was going to cum. Yet another shock from you as you dropped your head down and started licking his cock. I felt no jealousy at all, but could feel my own cock growing harder and harder. Sharon slipped down and I could see her tongue stabbing around his balls and ass. I could help myself and started stroking my self while enjoying the show.

You moved to the side a bit and Sharon took his cock back into her mouth. You grabbed her head and starting pushing her head back and forth. Steven growled and I could see the muscles straining in his arms and started cumming hard. Sharon did her best and was swallowing as fast as she could. When some of his juice dribbled from the corner of her mouth, your lips were there. She pulled her lips from him and a shot of his jism hit your cheek. Without hesitating, you swallowed his rod and I could see your throat working to swallow the last of his cum.

You sat up as Sharon eased him back down from his orgasm. Turning to me, you leaned to me and planted your lips to mine. I remember thinking that what comes around goes around and kissed you back as passionately as you were kissing me.

This is part one. You can write your own or scribble a note to me as to where you would want this to go.



The Club Ch. 01



The Club (Part 1)

After considerable conversation, Annie finally talked me into taking her to the club. We had been dating for only a few weeks and had not done much of anything together sexually. She was willing, more than willing, on several occasions I had turned down some propositions.

She was attractive enough, and damn sexy, but I just wasn’t ready to take that step just yet, especially after being so badly burned before. Annie made an excellent argument, “You’re punishing me for what some other woman did to you. Don’t you see that?”

I saw it, but still held back. We had kissed and a bit of heavy petting, but we basically acted like we were back in high school, settling for some heated make out sessions. I guess I was fortunate she didn’t just forget about me.

I guess desperate for a way to get me sexually active with her, she finally dragged to the club. I thought it would be like most strip places, where things went about as far as a lap dance with some bumping and grinding, so when I saw what actually went on there, I was dumbfounded.

Frozen in my chair, I watched her and within seconds, she had settled between the legs of a woman. The woman was on her back, with a man kneeling over her face, his penis dangling above her. She teasingly ran her tongue along its length. She glanced approvingly at Annie, spreading her legs wider. Annie’s head bobbed up and down as her tongue slid the length of the woman’s slit. The woman now had the man’s cock firmly in her grasp, stroking with her hands as she sucked its head.

Annie now on her knees, was pressing three fingers inside the woman in unison with the woman’s thrusting hips. I watched with concern as a man approached Annie from behind with a well lubed erection. She merely raised her ass slightly, allowing him to slowly slip inside.

Another man had somehow situated his head below Annie’s crotch and was running his tongue over her clit. In moments, I saw what appeared to be a 3 or 4 way simultaneous orgasm as the woman pressed herself to Annie’s face, while continuing to suck on the man’s pulsing rod, his come leaking out around her lips. Annie’s movement on the man’s tongue told me she was about to come, just as the other man pushed himself deep into her rectum and collapsed on her back.

In a few moments, the four, no five of them untangled. The guys laid back to take a break, but the women seemed in search of some more. They gave each other a quick kiss on the lips, Annie, licking a dab of semen from the woman’s cheek, and then moved on.

The woman quickly found another couple to engage, but I noticed Annie holding back, as if contemplating something. I shook my head, “No” to her, as she headed my way.

“Go on back, I am just observing this time,” I said.

“I think you like observing me,” she replied, stroking my erect penis through my pants. “I have been wondering what your cock would feel like.  I wonder what it would feel like inside.”

“Annie, we agreed, I was simply to observe,” I said, beginning to succumb to the sensation of her hands on my cock.

“You observe, I’ll do everything,” she whispered, pushing me onto my back. She then kneeled over me, opened my pants, took my penis in her mouth and began sucking. I knew right away, she had won and began unfastening my pants. She removed her mouth and watched as I wriggled out of my pants and took off my shirt. When I finished I looked up at her and shrugged. 

She immediately straddled me, reached down grabbing my cock and guided into her pussy. She felt so wet and warm and since she was large there, the sensation so very soft and light on me. As she moved I could feel her wetness flooding out of us, drenching my cock and thighs. Her motion was magnificent, and while I was inside her, I could feel as she clenched and unclenched the walls of her cunt.

I lay motionless beneath her, simply drinking her sensations. I reached up and cupped her breasts and felt the pressure building from inside me. She saw the urgency on my face and speeded her motion, reaching behind her and grabbing my balls. As I slipped closer and closer, deeper and deeper into her, she felt me beginning to come and squeezed my balls firmly, as if pumping the semen from me.

I arched my back now to push up into her. She looked down at me and smiled. “I bet you been thinking about doing that for some time Dan.”

“But, Annie…”

“Come on now, admit it.”

“Well, perhaps a bit.”

“I know I have,” she replied, taking my flaccid cock into her mouth. To my surprise, it began to grow again.



The Club Ch. 01



Author's Note: This story picks up where the series La Playa - Polynesia leaves off. Those of you who like a story and understanding the motivations of characters may want to read both the original La Playa series and La Playa - Polynesia for context and background. For those of you who are just looking for a good wank, I hope you'll give the story development up front a quick glance as you scroll to the lesbian fisting scene in the latter paragraphs. In both cases, I sincerely hope you enjoy!

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The week after their return from Polynesia Deana was doing a bit of yard work in her garden when she saw Julie come out of the guesthouse on their ranch in the Texas Hill Country with two glasses of wine in her hand. It was the first Saturday they were back, and they were alone on the ranch. Steve was on his trawler-style power cruiser, a small yacht really, down on the Texas coast. He was taking one of his long weekends alone to do some strategic thinking now that the Polynesian venture was off to a successful start. Deana gave the ranch staff the weekend off, so the two women were alone.

"Join me?" Julie asked, offering Deana a glass of Chardonnay.

"Love to!" Deana responded, accepting and lifting the glass in a toast with her husband's lover. "Let's go sit at the fountain and enjoy the afternoon."

Deana led the way to a small sitting area on a patio that was directly outside the master bedroom of the main house. Facing southeast, it was still amply lit with afternoon sun filtering through the oak trees that surrounded their home. The area included a small fountain that ran out into an artificial stream. The stream flowed around the side of the house and down to the southwest corner of the building, where it emptied into a large Koi pond adjacent to Steve's barbecue station where they did their evening entertaining. 

They were dressed similarly: Deana wore cargo shorts and her favorite tee shirt. It was an old shirt, very thin, and she never wore a bra around the house, so her nipples were prominent. Julie was also in cargo shorts, but she wore a sleeveless "muscle shirt" that showed off the curve of her braless breasts, and the full breast when she bent forward. Deana wore sneakers, and Julie had on light sandals. Pulling patio chairs up to where they could rest their feet on the side of the fountain, the two women sat in silence for a few moments, drinking in the beauty of a late spring Texas day along with their wine.

"This place is so beautiful," Julie said. "No wonder you don't mind staying here while Steve gallivants around the globe."

"Yes, I fell in love with it the very first day Steve brought me here early in our marriage." Deana replied. "The original house was his parent's retirement home. He inherited it after we came here to help his Dad when his Mom was dying. I love this place deep down in my soul."

"I can see why," said Julie. "You look very comfortable and at peace with yourself here."

"I truly am," replied Deana. "And I know I keep talking about it, but it really is remarkable to me how much more comfortable I am in my skin now that I'm part of Steve's lifestyle. I wanted to talk to you about it, ever since that morning I got to Papeete. It just never seemed the right time, but now is a great opportunity with our man off on one of his jaunts. I wonder what new scheme he'll come home with this time?" replied Deana.

"Probably a plan for world peace through sex!" Julie laughed. "I've been wanting to thank you for all the wonderful things you said to me that morning, and I've been trying to show my gratitude every time we've made love since."

Julie had joined Steve and Deana in an impromptu fuck that Saturday morning in Papeete, one week ago to the day. Since that time, the three had played together on their flight back to the States in a private jet, and then much more during their four-day layover in San Diego. Steve had also fucked both Julie and Deana one-on-one. 

"Oh, Julie, it's me who is grateful!" responded Deana. "The past couple of months have felt like I'm just waking up out of a long, dark dream. I've always been afraid of sex - my Catholic roots are showing - but now I just can't seem to get enough. The real twist is that I no longer think I have to wait for Steve or seek his approval. Hell, now I don't even have to have Steve at all, and I'm learning so much from you! Thank you for being so patient with me over the years."

"I'm so glad for you, Dee," Julie said, taking another sip of wine. "I know just what you mean about waking up - but mine was a Baptist dream, not Catholic, and it took my divorce to break me out of it. Then I got into swinging, joined The Club and met Steve, and everything else fell into place for my life."

"The Club is a member organization, and our most important meeting of the year is next weekend," Julie continued. "It's a three day event, and it is only for our most senior members. Believe it or not, along with fucking each other silly, we actually hold a membership meeting during this annual weekend! The Club includes our closest friends in swinging, and I know Steve hopes you'll come to the event."

"Yes, he's asked me to come, and I'm looking forward to it!" replied Deana. "I'm hoping you'll do some 'coaching' with me before we go," she said with a shy smile. 

"That will be fun!" exclaimed Julie. "As you know, next weekend is a three-day holiday, so there will be activities exclusively for our full Club members only from Friday evening through Monday afternoon. As I said, these people are our closest swinger friends. They are on the top tier of membership, and as such they enjoy special privileges on the premises and with each other. That particularly applies during this annual meeting. You are going to see people into some fairly extreme forms of sex play there. You'll see BDSM scenes. You'll see women taking whole wine bottles into their vaginas. You'll see some people getting into some pee play - maybe even Steve. And you will likely even see some people playing with dogs."

"God, you're kidding!" said Deana. "I've always known Steve was bisexual, and that seemed to include a fair amount of kink, but I never dreamed he was into, what do they call it? Water sports? And The Club even condones bestiality?"

"Don't think less of him because of it," begged Julie. "He's still the same incredible guy, and he's not really all that extreme. I just don't want you to be surprised at anything that happens at The Club. And yes, one of our members breeds Mastiff Hounds, and he likes to keep two males trained to fuck people. I've tried it, and while I don't think I'll ever do it again, I have to tell you it was actually a mind-blowing experience!"

"Well, I'll give it some thought, but I really think my first reaction is one of being intrigued, not put off," said Deana. "When you guys snowballed me after we fucked on the plane, the Catholic school girl part of me wanted to run and throw up, but the new sexpot part of me decided that it was really neat, and I knew I wanted to try more. I even love anal sex now, which is a huge step. I think I'll be willing to give some more things, a try next weekend, though not the dogs, especially with you and Steve there to keep me safe."

"Oh, The Club is the safest environment for play and experimentation I've ever seen," said Julie. "You wouldn't believe how experienced our senior members all are, and safety and respect are always their first concerns. If you really want to try some new things, you might consider putting yourself up for auction."

"For auction? That sounds a little ominous! What do you mean?" asked Deana.

"We hold a fundraiser on Saturday afternoon each year," explained Julie. "People can walk up and toss a collar into a bowl. This means they volunteer to be someone's slave for the next 24 hours, and then we auction the slaves off. We don't explain to the Sisters how we raise the money, but we donate over $50,000 annually to a Catholic orphanage that is located just down the road from The Club."

"That sounds fun!" exclaimed Deana. 

"Oh, it really is, and I think you'd actually learn a lot about swinging and about yourself if you decide to do it," Julie said enthusiastically. "Power exchange can actually be incredibly freeing. It's something I really enjoy. One suggestion: don't tell Steve in advance. I'd love to see the look on his face when you walk up and put your collar in the bowl!"

"You are so bad!" said Dee. "I think I'm looking forward to this more and more."

"We'll help each other get ready on Friday," Julie continued, "and we'll arrive at The Club around 5:00 PM that afternoon. Steve likes to get there early and get settled in. Now, let's change the subject. I want to tell you more about Christie, and you mentioned something you wanted to ask me about."

The girl talk ran on through the full bottle of wine and well into the next. Julie talked on and on about her new lover, Christie, and expressed her surprise at feeling so deeply for a woman. Though she leaned toward the lesbian on the Kinsey Scale, Julie always thought she would prefer to have relationships with men. But Christie was proving the exception to the rule. The conversation brought Deana and Julie closer, and alleviated the last of Deana's lingering fears for her marriage. In fact, Deana insisted that Julie bring Christie here to the ranch anytime they were in Texas.

The two women made some nachos and moved their impromptu party to the front porch, where they switched to red wine and watched the sun go down together, talking about love, life, sex and a myriad of other subjects, their friendship growing and blossoming like a flower.

"Julie, thank you so much for telling me about Christie. I wish you all the joy in the world, and I hope you'll bring her here soon," said Deana. "Now I have a question to ask you, but I'm not sure how."

"Dee, you can say anything in the world to me!" Julie cried. "I'm seeing more and more why Steve loves and trusts you so, and now I understand so much more about where I fit into your relationship, thank you!"

"Well, I'm not sure..." Deana demurred.

"Come on, girlfriend. Spit it out!" insisted Julie.

"Well, uh, you know how I said earlier I hope you'll coach me a bit before we go to the party at The Club next weekend?" Deana asked.

"Of course, anything! What do you want to know?" replied Julie.

"I want to get better at making love to a girl," said Deana, blushing.

"You do pretty well, Lover!" said Julie. "What specifically do you want to know?"

"Well, I guess it's not really 'love' I mean, but..." Deana hesitated yet again.

"That's it. Either get it our or I'm cutting you off. No more wine tonight!" Julie said.

"Sex, really kinky sex, there, I've said it," Deana blurted out.

"What do you mean by 'kinky sex'?" Julie asked. "Anal? BDSM? Fetishes? Give me something to work with here."

"You've already helped me learn about anal with Steve, so yes, that, but there's something else, something I've seen on the web, and something that Steve has told me you do really well. Do you ever...fist, Christie?"

"Deana, that's exactly what we were doing the moment Christie and I fell in love!" replied Julie. "It may be the most intimate thing two women can do together, and it's my personal favorite thing to do to a girl. Oh yeah, the orgasms are cosmic!" enthused Julie. "There is nothing like feeling that fullness and that special bond. It takes a lot of trust between the two women. Which do you want to learn, giving or receiving?"

"Both?" smiled Deana. "But mostly I want to know what it feels like to be on the receiving end."

A big grin grew on Julie's face. She stood and stepped over the Deana's chair. Taking her face into her hands, Julie bent down and kissed Deana deeply, soulfully, and long, their tongues playing together and their breath quickening.

Stepping back, Julie said to Deana. "Go get us some bottles of water. No more wine tonight. And meet me in the master bath. We have some preparations to make."

Her knees wobbly with both desire and fear as she stood, Deana stopped and caught her breath as she watched Julie walk toward the door into the house. Julie was purposely walking her most sexy walk, her ass swaying in her shorts, and lifting the hem of her shirt she pulled it over her head, paused, and turned her profile back to Deana.

"Hurry up, Lover," Julie breathed, showing Deana her right breast. "I want you now!" Julie then turned and sauntered on into the house. 

Deana hurried to comply, rushing to the kitchen to get the water. As she moved inside, she found Julie's shirt on the foyer floor. Down the hall, she saw first one and then the other sandal Julie had worn today, and just inside the bedroom were Julie's shorts. Deana caught a glimpse of Julie's nearly perfect ass turning the corner into the bathroom as she followed quickly.

Entering the bathroom, Deana again saw Julie's nearly flawless backside. Julie was bent over the sunken tub, turning on the water to fill it. Deana set the water down on the vanity and quickly kicked off her sneakers, then reached for her belt.

"Let me do that," said Julie. Gliding across the bathroom like some Greek goddess with an enigmatic smile on her face she said, "Like I said, fisting is all about trust. Never let a girl or guy you don't know and trust completely even try it with you. It's easy to be hurt, and even induce shock, without really knowing what you are doing." As she said this, she loosened Deana's belt and pants, bending over and flipping the cargo shorts toward a corner as Deana stepped out of them.

"Rule Number One: rubber gloves!" Julie said as she stood and lifted Deana's tee shirt over her head. Now both women were fully nude, and they melded into each other for another deep, soulful kiss.

As their lips parted, Julie said "Let me get some gloves from Steve's toy chest while you check the temp on the water. You don't have a latex allergy, do you?"

Deana moved as if in a trance to the tub and adjusted the bathwater to a just higher than comfortable warmth. "No, I don't . Should I put in bubbles?" she asked Julie, who was now in the walk-in closet opening one of the many drawers of toys where Steve kept his latex.

"No, darling, we don't need the soap on our skin. Let's put in some peppermint oil to make us smell good and then we'll be using some soap-free cleanser on each other to minimize any contamination." Julie said this as she laid a pair of opera-length black latex gloves on a hand towel on the vanity. She set a large tube of water-based lube down next to the gloves, and turned back toward the tub.

Deana saw the gloves and felt the first real tremor of fear. This was yet another major step away from her Catholic upbringing, and she shivered a bit at the thought. But she took a breath and fought the fears down. She loved and trusted Julie. She knew that Julie would be gentle and loving. This thought was quickly followed by a flush of lust as she imagined the sight of Julie's hand disappearing into Christie's pussy.

Julie saw the shivers and took Deana into her arms, melding their naked bodies together again as steam began to rise from the tub. Now Julie became more aggressive, reaching down and cupping Deana's ass cheeks and grinding their public mounds together as she hungrily forced her tongue into Deana's mouth. Her purpose was to show Deana gentle strength, building a physical bond that would increase Deana's comfort and trust in the extreme physical act they were building toward.

"Where are the oils, darling?" Julie whispered in Deana's ear. 

In response, Deana broke their embrace and moved silently to a cabinet that contained a wide array of essential oils. Selecting a small bottle of peppermint, she handed it to Julie.

"Peppermint has antibacterial properties, and it will help us clear our heads from all this yummy wine we've been drinking," Julie said as she put several drops into the hot water. "Rule Number Two: never try this unless you and your partner are at least relatively sober. It's too easy to get careless when your guard is down. That's why I wanted the water. Now step into the tub with me and let me ravish you a bit!" she said with a naughty grin.

Again almost in a trance, Deana held Julie's hand as she stepped into the water. It was hot, but not scalding, and the delicious scent of peppermint surrounded them as they sank down slowly into the huge tub. Julie lifted hot water in her hands and let it cascade down Deana's back as they kissed again. A feeling of decadence pervaded the two sexy lovers.

The tub was built large enough for four, and included bench seating like a hot tub. As she settled Deana onto a seat, Julie forced her leg between Deana's thighs and straddled her knee. She then pressed her own clitoris into Deana's knee, and began gently rocking up and down. Simultaneously, she pushed Deana back into a reclining position, and began to gently caress and knead Deana's breasts.

"God I love your breasts!' Julie hissed as she felt her clit stiffen against Deana's knee. She held one orb in each palm and lightly flicked her thumbs back and forth across the nubbins of Deana's nipples.

"Oh, that feels so nice!" responded Deana as she let her own hands wander to Julie's only slightly smaller tits. "And I think your breasts are perfect! Steve does too!"

"Oh yeah, he likes my tits alright!" said Julie, "but he thinks yours are the most perfect on earth, and I'd say I have to agree. They're even better than Christie's!" With that, she bent down and took a nipple between her teeth, letter her clit slip off Deana's knee and down her shin. Both women shuddered with the new stimulation.

Julie worshipped Deana's nipples for a few minutes, letting her hands caress Deana's belly and mons to get her comfortable with touch, and occasionally slipping down to explore her clit and labia. Simultaneously, Julie fucked her own pussy up and down Deana's shin and calf, building herself toward orgasm quickly. Deana, feeling wicked, raised her foot so that her toes tickled Julie's ass on every down stroke.

"Hmmm, you're getting the hang of making love to a woman just fine, darling," Julie purred as she reached a small cum. "Sit up on the tub edge and let's take the edge off for you too."

Julie helped Deana up onto the broad rim of the tub and pushed Deana's knees apart. With no prelude at all Julie dove straight into Deana's center with her tongue, feasting on the nubbin of the clit and lapping the warm water mixed with womanly juices. Deana's head rolled back and she cried out as her body jerked once, twice, and then a third time with the waves of the orgasm that overtook her.

Deana was breathing hard as she opened her eyes to see Julie's smiling green eyes, framed by damp curls of red hair looking deep into her own.

"Was that nice?" Julie asked coyly.

"Oh, yes!" said Deana, catching her breath and reaching to bring Julie's lips to her own. They shared yet another deep kiss, with Deana tasting her own juices on Julie's lips, then Julie pulled back once again.

"Now that we have the edge off, let's get you cleaned and fluffed for the main event!" said Julie, pulling her playmate back into the peppermint swirl of the tub. They bathed and splashed a while longer, then dried each other with huge fluffy towels. Then Julie led Deana to the bidet.

"Let's rinse you well, and use the douche fitting to ensure we've got you thoroughly clean," Julie told Deana, as she adjusted the water temperature on the bidet. "Rule Number Three: don't mess around with germs, they can cause shock and hang around long after playtime is done. I'll be thoroughly cleaning the gloves too, even though Steve always sterilizes toys before putting them away." She then helped Deana rinse, switched places, and rinsed herself thoroughly.




The Club Ch. 01



"I've always thought he was just being a 'germophobe,' but I guess there's really something to all the fuss?" Deana asked.

"Well" laughed Julie, "Steve is certainly a 'germophobe.' But he's also right about how it's our own responsibility to avoid STDs in the lifestyle. We've seen some great people make some bad decisions and pay a high price just because they were too horny to think straight. So yes, there really is something to all the fuss. Come on, I'll show you how."

Julie showed Deana how to use baby powder in the latex gloves to help get them on and off, then demonstrated how to use lots of hot soapy water to clean them well. She sent Deana into the bedroom to light some candles, spread a couple of large towels to protect the bedspread, put the lube in the baby bottle warmer Steve kept on his nightstand for that purpose, and put on some mellow jazz music to set the mood. Meanwhile Julie stepped back into the closet to slip on a surprise for Deana.

Deana followed Julie's instructions and lit several candles around the room, then tuned Pandora to play Oscar Peterson in the background. She spread two big towels on top of the oversized king bed, then pulled a big pile of pillows out to lie on. Finally she put a large bottle of water-based lube in the baby bottle warmer and turned the temperature up to high to speed the warming process. She then curled her naked body on top of the towels and pillows and waited for Julie to come out of the bathroom.

"Oh my!" Deana exclaimed as Julie stood in the doorway, back lit by the bathroom lighting.

Julie was wearing knee high leather lace up boots with six-inch stiletto heels. She stretched her latex covered hands and arms up, then struck a sexy pose with her boots. She looked truly stunning with her short red hair, perfectly proportioned and tanned body, and sexy apparel. Deana didn't notice the small butt plug that Julie carried in her left hand.

Flipping out the bathroom lights, Julie sexily sauntered over to the bed, and gently sat down next to Deana. One glove-encased hand went directly to Deana's lower belly, just above her mons, and began a gentle massage. The other casually dropped the butt plug on the bed and reached behind Deana's head to start kneading her neck the way she liked best, a secret Julie picked up from seeing Steve do it in bed one morning earlier this week in San Diego. Curling up to put as much of her own naked skin in direct contact with Deana's as possible, Julie kissed Deana passionately and long. Their tongues intertwining and their breasts pressed together.

They made out this way for almost a half hour. Deana giving as good as she got by slipping one and then two fingers into Julie's pussy, which was gushing with lust, and then tickling the rosebud and Julie's anus and slipping a finger in there as well. For her part, Julie feasted on Deana's tits, continued the massage on Deana's belly and mons to stimulate and "warm up" her vagina, and rubbing Deana's neck to relax her.

Finally it was time. Julie pressed Deana down into the pillows and moved between her knees, reaching for the now warm lube.

"Unless you are with someone you know is used to fisting, like I was with Christie, you want to take this part really slow." Even though she was instructing Deana in technique, Julie kept her voice low and sultry. She squeezed a large dollop of lube into her gloved hand, and thoroughly spread it all over her fingers and up her wrist half way to her elbow. Then taking another large dollop of lube, Julie began massaging the warm, slick gel into Deana's labia.

Deana arched her back and gasped. Her clit was on fire from all the teasing, and she reacted quickly with another small cum. Julie smiled and cooed at Deana as she squeezed more lube onto her pussy.

"Rule Number Four: you can never have enough lube!" Julie said, slipping her middle finger into Deana's vagina and distributing the lube evenly. She shifted onto her knees, and added a second finger moving in and out of Deana's pussy.

"God, that feels so good!" Deana moaned. "I'm going to cum again!" she exclaimed as her body convulsed several times in a more powerful orgasm.

"If we do this right, you're going to cum a lot more!" said Julie.

Panting, Deana said "I don't know how many more I can take! That was delicious!"

"Rule Number Five (and this one is a corollary to never having enough lube): a woman can never have too many orgasms!" laughed Julie. If you really want to embrace the lifestyle, becoming multi-orgasmic will help a lot. Swinging is about combining physical pleasure with mental playtime to their utmost. If you'll let yourself go and just experience multiple orgasms like we did on the plane last Sunday, you'll never want to give them up!"

All the while as she spoke, Julie was moving her two fingers gently in and out of Deana in a twisting motion. She let up a bit to let Deana catch her breath, but continued the stimulation even as she gave what was becoming a Master Lecture on Swinging Sex.

"Just let yourself go. Shed the last of that Catholic guilt and realize that there's nothing wrong about feeling fabulous. Nothing sinful about giving and receiving pleasure, particularly when you are doing it openly and honestly, with your partner's full knowledge and blessing. Now breathe deep, close your eyes, and just feel the love from my fingers."

Deana did as Julie asked and felt a wave of relaxation move across her body. She spread her knees wider to open herself fully to her lover, and closed her eyes with a smile playing across her lips. She focused all her attention on the wonderful feelings coming from her core.

Seeing Deana finally relax, Julie gently introduced a third finger into her fucking motion. She rested her left hand on Deana's mons, using the thumb to massage the area above and around Deana's clitoris but not directly stimulating the bud, which was fully engorged and red like the pistil of a flower in a Georgia O'Keefe painting.

The soft jazz and candlelight made for the perfect ambiance as the two women made love. Julie kissed Deana often, always pausing after they broke to lick a nipple. She also leaned up regularly and fed her own breasts to Deana, who kissed, licked, and sucked hungrily.

After several more minutes and another application of lube, Julie added her pinky finger and squeezed all four fingers into a cone shape as he fucked Deana. After several firm but gentle strokes in and out, Julie paused with all the knuckles of her fingers pressed fully against Deana's vulva, and spread her fingers out. This encouraged the vulva to stretch. 

"Keep up the breathing, lover," Julie coached. "We're about half way there, and you're doing great. How are you feeling?"

Deana responded perfectly, and even remembered her Lamaze techniques from childbirth and added some pants as she exhaled. She moaned and shifted her position a bit, raising her knees and pushing them apart with her own hands.

"It feels wonderful!" Deana replied. "It's full like that big fat cock on Maurice last weekend, but you're so gentle and full of love that it's much better!"

"If we do this right it's going to be even better," smiled Julie. "Now I'm going to go a little deeper. Take a deep breath and breathe out slowly as I go in."

Deana breathed in deeply and exhaled through pursed lips. As her knuckles came in contact with Deana's vaginal opening Deana pressed her gloved hand firmly forward. All four knuckles, slick with lube and drawn into a cone shape, passed into Deana's vagina with a slight pop.

"Oh my!" Deana said breathily. "That's different. It almost feels like I'm dilating, like having a baby."

"Your vagina is stretching and dilating," said Julie. "I've never had a baby, but some women have told me the feeling is similar."

Julie flexed her hand again inside Deana. She was also keeping up a constant massage on Deana's mons and around her clitoris with her other hand. Deana moaned, and it was clearly a moan of feeling good.

"That's it, give me both verbal and nonverbal feedback on how you are feeling," said Julie. "The more you communicate with your lover, the better the experience will be. Are you enjoying this so far? Are you ready to take the next step?"

"Oh yes!" replied Deana. "I'm feeling love for you welling up. It feels so great to trust someone so fully. I've only ever felt that with Steve. My pussy feels wonderful, and I want you to fuck me."

"I will, lover, I will," said Julie with a devilish grin. "Let's go in and out a few times with the knuckles, and then we'll move on to my thumb. After that we'll be focusing on getting you off, and I promise you you'll love it!"

Julie slowly moved her hand in and out of Deana's vagina for several more minutes, pausing a couple of times to add yet more lube, even though most of it was now running down Deana's bum onto the towels. Deana continued to breathe and moan, and she felt her vagina relax to the point that it was easily accommodating Julie's knuckles on every in stroke. During this time, Deana moved her legs to rest her calves on Julie's shoulders for a bit, giving the thighs a short break.

Julie leaned up and looked deep into Deana's eyes again. Seeing pleasure, love and lust reflected back, she added her thumb and pursed her fist so that its shape resembled a duck's head, and began to press back in. She was a bit surprised when Deana's vagina opened up and almost sucked her whole hand in past her knuckles.

"MMMMmmmmm!" Deana moaned. "Oh, darling, that's so delicious! Are you all the way inside? I feel really full, and I think your thumb knuckle is on my G-spot."

"Almost there, my love," replied Julie. 

Done correctly, fisting is truly an emotional experience for both lovers, and this episode was drawing the emotions out of both women.

"We're going to hold still for just a few moments to make sure you can really handle it, then I'll push on in," Julie explained.

"Oh, I can handle it," said Deana as an orgasm rolled over her body. "Fuck me, please!"

With that, Julie went ahead and inserted her hand up to her wrist into Deana's vagina, and began to move it back and forth in short, rhythmic strokes.

"Oh that's good, baby," said Deana. She suddenly began to cry. "I don't know why I'm crying! It just all feels so good, and I love you so much! I'm just really happy."

Julie felt her own emotions wash over her in sympathy and response to Deana's. She leaned up and kissed Deana deeply and hard, their tongues writhing and wrestling against each other. Julie felt pride in herself for being so skilled with this most intimate of sexual acts, and she felt her lust for the female form splayed below her. She withdrew her fist completely on the next out stroke, and then plunged it back in with just a bit more force than before. This move met little resistance from Deana's vaginal muscles, and elicited moaning and writhing from her lover.

Julie began to fuck Deana in earnest now, and leaned down for the first time to add her tongue to her stimulation of Deana's clit. Another orgasmic wave swept over Deana, and she yelled her pleasure.

"Oh yes! Oh Fuck me, Julie," Deana cried.

Julie recognized that her lover was moving into a multi-orgasmic state, and she chose now to introduce yet another stimulus to Deana's experience. With her right hand fully inside Deana's vagina up to her wrist, Julie used her left hand to pick up the butt plug. She ran the latex tool over Deana's vulva and her own wrist, picking up excess lubrication and getting the knob slick. Then she ran it down to Deana's anus, and pressed firmly.

"Oh my God!" cried Deana as Julie gently but steadily pressed the butt plug into her anus. Deana remembered to bear down, and this pushed Julie's fist back out of her vagina. The butt plug popped into place, and Julie resumed fist fucking her lover's wife.

At this point Deana descended into near incoherence as Julie fucked her. Julie kept pressing and pulling gently on the butt plug and it was soon moving in and out of Deana's anus as Julie's fist was in Deana's vagina. Julie again began using her lips and tongue on and around Deana's clitoris. As Julie expected, Deana began riding wave after wave of orgasm.

"Uggh, oh, shit, fuck, that's incredible" moaned Deana, her body writhing on the bed.

The connection between the two women moved at this point beyond the physical and emotional, and became a spiritual event. Julie knew just what Deana was feeling, and her heart swelled with love, pride, and gratitude at being able to give such pleasure to a woman who saw her as an adversary for so many years. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes, and she experienced her own, un-stimulated orgasm as she chewed on Deana's clit.

Deana was crying and laughing simultaneously, and crying out as each orgasmic wave rolled over her. This was beyond the multiple orgasms she had with this same talented lover and Steve on the jet last Sunday. She almost felt like some of the spiritual flight she experienced through yoga meditation, but always firmly grounded in the physical reality that her body was a bucking, writhing, pleasure machine overloading her senses with lust and joy. She let her spirit go, and rode the waves of ecstasy.

Julie's hand was now completely withdrawing and plunging back in to the hilt with every stroke, and she was rotating her fist to provide maximum stimulation to the vaginal walls and floor of Deana's cunt. She was manipulating the butt plug in Deana's ass in a similar fashion. All the while, she kept up her oral assault on Deana's clitoris. Sometimes lightly clenching her front teeth on it, but more often swirling her tongue around and across it, then pausing to let the tip of her tongue flutter on the tip of the cock-like nubbin.

Deana's hands wandered to her own breasts, and she grabbed her nipples roughly between her fingers and palms, pulling and stretching the orbs away from her body until her nipples escaped her grasp with sharp, painful snap. She never really liked too much nipple play, but now she was unconsciously torturing her own tits to add to the unbelievable pleasure her entire being was experiencing. She found the pain surprisingly pleasurable, and that it helped her retain enough focus to truly let go of all control of her body to Julie. As she had this thought, another, stronger wave washed over her, and she broke out in sweat.

Julie was mewling her own pleasure and love as she ate and fucked Deana simultaneously. Her body was tingling with desire, and the smell and taste of the womanhood beneath her, with pheromones swirling in her nostrils, was putting her into a frenzied state of heat. Yet, as an incredibly experienced and skillful lover she still retained enough self control to not allow her fist to go to deep (though she could feel Deana's cervix with every thrust) and maintain enough space between her fingers to allow air to escape and avoid the danger of inducing an air embolism. It was almost like part of her brain was thinking like a clinician or physical therapist, and the other like an animal in lust.

Time stood still for the two lovers. Neither heard the smooth jazz playing in the background, only her own and each other's ragged breathing, moans, and exclamations. Deana's body was convulsing more slowly now, but almost her entire form was tensing up to the point that she was lifting her torso off the bed, using Julie's back as a fulcrum. Julie knew that eventually Deana's physical eruption would subside, but that she would experience a series of smaller orgasms, like a tide receding back to the sea, for several minutes afterward. She kept up her ministrations to bring her lover the total package.

Slowly, agonizingly, exquisitely slowly, Deana's orgasms slowed and lessened. Julie released her lip lock on Deana's clitoris, and pressed the butt plug firmly back into place in Deana's anus, but kept up the piston motion of her fist and wrist with lower frequency and force. Deana's body subsided and relaxed onto the bed, but she shuddered with another small climax each time Julie's fist moved in and out. Julie slowed her fucking at a measured pace, and her hand finally came to rest, still buried to the wrist inside.

She raised her face and gazed at the flushed cheeks of her lover. Deana had her eyes closed, her chest still heaving as she regained her breath, her hands still with a death grip on her own breasts. Her short hair was disheveled and wet with sweat. Julie found this older but fit woman in the post orgasmic state to be one of the most beautiful sites she had ever seen.

Deana's eyes fluttered open, and she noticed Julie's gaze. She beamed a radiant smile that was instantly returned, and the two women held each other's gaze for a long, lingering moment, still physically connected through the sheath of Deana's cunt now beginning to tighten slightly around Julie's hand.

"How do you feel?" asked Julie as she slowly withdrew her fist one last time from the silken orifice.

"I feel, oh my God that's nice," replied Deana, her thought interrupted by the feeling of Julie's latex-clad hand withdrawing from her body. "I feel wonderful! I never knew people could feel like that. I feel almost like I did right after my babies came out and they were first laid on my breast, only without the pain of childbirth!"

"It is an incredible feeling, isn't it?" asked Julie rhetorically. "I'm glad it was so good for you. I love doing that, and I love you."

"I love you too! Thank you so much!" replied Deana. "Please come kiss me."

Julie moved up and lay down beside Deana. The two women wrapped themselves around each other and made out for several minutes. Tears escaped out of the corners of eyes and sweet nothings were murmured in ears. Their breath became more and more regular and the blush subsided from their skin.

"How can I make you feel the same?" asked Deana. "Do you want me to try fisting you too now?"

"Do you notice anything in your ass?" asked Julie, a mischievous grin spreading her lips. 

"Oh, you put a butt plug in me, didn't you?" replied Deana. "There was so much going on. You DP'd me, didn't you?"

"Yes I did," said Julie wickedly. "And after we catch our breath and clean up a bit, I'm going to fuck you in the ass with a feeldoe molded from Steve's cock. That's how I want to get off. By treating you like the slut you are!"

The two women broke into laughter and fell again into each other's arms.

20 minutes later...

Steve accepted a FaceTime call request from Julie.

"Hi gorgeous! How is your weekend going?" Steve asked.

"Fantastic, sexy!" replied Julie. "Do you have time to take a break from planning how to take over the world?"

"Always have time for you, love" said Steve. "How's Dee doing?"

"You can ask her yourself in just a minute," Julie replied. "But first, look at this."

Julie hit the button that switched the camera on her iPhone from the screen side to the back. Steve's eyes lit up as he watched the picture scan down the incredibly familiar and sexy back of his wife. She was on all fours and facing away from Julie. Steve recognized the leather of the couch in the sitting area of their bedroom in the background. The picture came to rest on a strapon sawing in and out of Deana's ass.

"Isn't this a gorgeous ass I'm fucking, Boss?" Julie asked. "She's such a good little fuck. I'm really pissed off at you for keeping her to yourself all these years. And look how nice and pink her cheeks get. Do you ever spank her like this?"

Julie used her free hand to slap Deana's buttock loudly. Deana tossed her head and cried out, but thrust her hips backward harder to bottom out the dildo and grind her hips against Julie's thighs.

"I'm not brave enough to try that," laughed Steve. "The last time I tried to spank her I took a right hook to the temple. But she's turning into a real little anal slut, isn't she?"




The Club Ch. 01



"Here, ask her yourself," replied Julie. She switched the camera back to her screen, turned on the speakerphone and passed the phone to Deana.

"Hi, Honey!" Deana smiled brightly to her husband, recognizing that he was sitting in the captain's chair of their boat, but that he was also already at anchor. "Are you getting a lot of work done? Julie and I have been talking about next weekend, and I've been trying new things." She winked at Steve.

"What kind of new things, you minx?" Steve said.

"Julie just spent an hour or so fisting me," Deana said matter-of-factly. "You better watch out, I may give up men.'

Steve's eyebrows shot up, and his cock became instantly hard. Deana saw the picture tremble a little bit as Steve's hand shook.

"Oh wow, that's so hot!" Steve said, thrilled. "You know she has fisted me too? What was it like? How did it feel?"

As Deana described the experience and her feelings, Julie continued fucking her ass. Steve, incredibly turned on, set the phone on the boat's control console, switched to speakerphone, and began massaging his cock. This became eye candy for his wife, and she filled in every detail to add to his pleasure.

Julie chimed in every so often to add detail or color, all the while fucking Deana steadily. Steve pulled on his cock, and began to masturbate harder. Deana, even though she was sensitive, found her hand straying to her clit. The three lovers spent an enjoyable twenty minutes sharing their sexuality with each other until each came, then said their goodbyes.

On Monday evening Steve came into the house. He knew his girls were at home because their cars were in the garage, but the lights were out in the main part of the house. Suspecting the best, Steve quietly stole down the hall to the master suite. There on top of the bed were his two lovers, naked, entwined, and fast asleep. A variety of toys were scattered around the big bed, including dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps and bottles of lube. Candles were guttering on the headboard. 

Quietly, Steve blew out the candles, closed the door, and headed to the wet bar for a drink, leaving his lovers to share their bliss.



The Club Ch. 01



Chapter 1 -- One Year On

Conclusion To The Clan: After each member of The Clan finished his story, he would swear the others to secrecy. No one wanted their relationship with their mother known outside the group, and no one wanted the details of their first time with their mothers known either. But, each member knew the gravity of the secrets they were being privy to, and besides, they had their own story to keep secret. Once Jack had finished his story, it was well into the early hours of the morning. They all thanked each other, and promised to logon again in one month. However, before they finally signed off, it was Jack who led the procession of thanks to Jeremy. All the members were happier then they could remember, and they all had their clever friend to thank. Each set of mother and son were true couples, as each had found their soul mates. So for the next year all twenty members would logon once a month to talk with each other, help were they could in their most taboo of relationships, offer advice and discuss any issue they found to be of interest to The Clan.

During this one year period all the mothers had joined their son and lover on line with the others. It had begun with them wanting to thank Jeremy for providing the impetus for their perfect relationship with their son. However, like their sons, they soon began to regularly talk with each other. New and firm friendships began to develop between couples. Sometimes it would be just two couples, but soon others would join until all twenty couples were more like an extended family. Not surprising really, as where else could they go for mutual support, encouragement and a shoulder to lean on in tough times. Let's face it, no relationship between humans is perfect, not even these relationships, but more then surviving the initial 'honeymoon' period, their relationship grew, became strong, very strong. Mother and son alike found themselves not only satisfied by the other, but more often than not, euphoric. Jeremy had hoped this would happen, and now after five years he had another idea.

Prologue To The Club Jeremy had been searching the internet for something quite specific, and it had not been easy. What he was looking for he knew before he began would be buried deep, for only those who were serious. Then after six solid months of looking he found it, and tonight he would tell The Clan of his find. Nowadays, The Clan was not just the sons now, but also all the mothers, and they loved being part of the whole. This night as the twenty sets of lovers sat before their computers, logon to their own website hosted by Jeremy and Jenny they listened. They listened to the young man who had always been the leader; at least he had been of the male members, because Daniel's mum Julia was the leading light for the mothers. Everyone was watching Jeremy and they could see by the look on his face that he was excited, so they wondered what he had. Benny and Bev, Daniel and Julia and Bobby and Ruth knew.

"Ok everyone, I have been searching for something that last six months, and now I've found it. I've been looking for people like us. Those who are in taboo relationships, just like us... and I've found them. Well, one group of them, and they call themselves 'The Club'."

"I bet one of the men dreamt that up. You guys always have to give things a name," Julia said and all could hear the mirth in her voice.

"Yeah, but mum, that's our job, haven't you read Genesis," retorted Daniel.

There was light laughter by all, owing to the double edged association with the Bible. Genesis had Adam naming all the animals, and the other books of the Torah have The Clan's relationships as forbidden. Society always seemed to reminding them how much their relationships were against the laws of God. The levity helped.

"So who are they and what do you have in mind?" Sonja asked.

Sonja was sitting with Corey, Carol and Nathan. They were all living together in a new house, like two best-of-friends, old-married-couples. They were four very happy people. Both Sonja and Carol would still thank Jeremy every now and then.

"I'm suggesting we join them. They are made up of mothers and sons, father and daughter." Jeremy replied.

"Now there's a twist. Fathers and daughters."

Everyone laughed, loudly this time as Little Josh said this, and his mother who was still bigger than him gave him a kiss and a hug. He could always make her laugh and brighten her day. Beth too, was still giving silent thanks Jeremy, because she was so in love with her son, who was still the gentle soul she had fallen in love with. Jeremy was laughing to, out of sheer relief mostly; because he wasn't sure how the others would receive his suggestion they open themselves to others. But he could hear in their laughter their desire to be with people like them.

"So do we want to meet these people?" he asked expectantly.

There was a resounding 'Yes' from everyone.

"Then here's their website, go on and check it out. I've made arrangements for us all to meet The Club on Friday night at 6.00pm, if everyone can make it?"

Again he heard a resounding affirmation from everyone. There were even 'You bet' from a few pairs of mothers and sons.

"Ok, their address is on the website, and I'll meet you all outside. A James will meet us outside and sign us in. So mum and I'll see you there on Friday night."

Everyone was still chatting about The Club some hours later, even Jenny was still on. For his part, Jeremy had phoned 'James' as soon as he finished what he had to say and The Clan members had all agreed. After the phone call he sat in the lounge listening to his mother talk with the best friends she had ever had in her life, as they talked, laughed and generally were excited about Friday night.

The Club

The next Friday night at 5.55pm found all of The Clan members in a car park along side what looked to be a sports club; it could have been the local footy club as far as anyone knew. The twenty couples gathered together, and their excitement was electric. Thirty-eight pairs of eyes looked to Jeremy for direction, but he just smiled at them. Everyone knew better then ask him 'What happens now?' as he would have told them if had wanted to. No, tonight he wanted their excitement and expectation to rise. Suddenly, the door to the nondescript club building opened and a handsome man of about forty-five stepped out. Following him was a beautiful young woman in her early twenties, and she took his arm as she stepped next to him. Everyone in The Clan thought, father and daughter couple, and they were right.

The man stepped forward straight to Jeremy, held out his had and introduced himself.

"Jeremy, I'm James and this is my daughter Deni."

The two men shook hands and there was a meeting of like minds between them. They instantly liked each other. Jeremy smiled broadly, and the guys from The Clan couldn't help but notice as did Jenny. Jeremy rarely smiled like that, and he never faked it. He turned to his mum.

"James, Deni, this is my mum Jenny."

James and Deni shook hands with Jenny and before Jeremy could introduce the others James suggested they all go inside, rather than attracting unwanted attention to themselves. Everyone nodded their agreements, and more than a few of them looked around for prying eyes. This had become part of their normal body language around 'outsiders'. They all entered The Club, which looked inside like the ordinary sports club it did from the outside. James and Deni led them all to what looked like a broom closet. James opened the door and disappeared inside and Deni followed, as did Jeremy and Jenny. As each of the others moved close enough to the 'broom closet' they saw a stairwell leading down.

At the end of the stairs was the real Club. A large comfortable lounge met their gaze. It was as big a basketball court, with a long bar down one side, twenty or so tables and chairs arranged in small clusters and a dance floor. The floor was carpeted, except for the dance area. Milling around were about forty couples; mothers and sons, fathers and daughter. They all turned as The Clan entered and applauded with big warm and friendly smiles. Most of The Clan mothers were moved to tears, as was Josh and Beth hugged him tightly. She just loved how tender her Little Josh was. The Clan walked into the centre of the large room, and the couples of The Club came up to meet and greet the new couples. Introductions all round, and then members of both groups broke off as couples found others they found themselves attracted to -- platonically that is, and they sat at one of the clusters of tables to swap stories and get to know each other better.

Jeremy and Jenny sat down with James and Deni, along with Jeremy's three closest mates and their mums; along with two other father and daughter couples, Bob and Beth, Alex and Jamie. The seven couples had hit it off immediately. After a few minutes of light talk Deni looked at Jeremy and asked,

"Can we go first," and she indicated her and her father.

She asked Jeremy because he had that affect on people, they naturally took him for the leader, no matter who was with him. He grinned at her like an indulgent brother and nodded. The other three mother and son couples were all ears.

Deni

Ending and Beginnings Janet Ivy left her home never to return, leaving her husband of nineteen years for another man, one who was more like her, confident, ambitious and ruthless. James Ivy came home that night and soon read of his wife's departure in her letter, he was devastated. With a cool head as always he rang their eighteen year old daughter Deni, and broke the news. She wasn't concerned for herself but she was for her dad. Deni had spent most of her life in boarding schools, and every time she came home she had to reconnect with her parents, or at least her dad, her mother was always cold and aloof. Subsequently, Deni and her dad were close, not like father and daughter, more like friends. 

As soon as her father had told her Deni's mind was made up. She would pay him back for all the time and effort he had spent with her; the games, watching videos and DVDs together. Taking her out for coffee, and the many other things he had done for her too numerous to mention -- and of course that one special time. She would move out of the house she now shared with 3 of her girl friends from Uni and move back into her father's house. He resisted, she insisted and two days after her mother moved out, Deni moved in.

Deni arrived early evening with her bags and her father was delighted to see her. After she put her bags in her old room, she came out into his kitchen to be with her 'dad' -- that's who he had always been for her, not 'father'. They looked at each other and James said,

"You didn't have to you know?"

"Yes I do, how do you feel?" she asked concerned.

"Funny thing is that how that it's been a few days I don't miss her, but I'm lonely in this house by myself, rattling around on my own. It's really good to have you here, and my, don't you look hot." Deni would only accept that from her dad. She was dressed in a tee-shirt and tiny low hip riding jean skirt and runners.

"Oh, and nice panties," he added, to which Deni looked down to see for herself, but there was nothing showing above her low skirt.

"Got you" he said. 

And this started off their edgy one liners trying to out do each other; a game between them that had developed a few years ago.

"Well I don't mind exposing them to you," she fired back.

"Ooh, you're exposing yourself to me; I'd like to see that."

"Just a minuet and I'll do just that." 

Her dad waited a second or two and then said,

"No, I missed it, can you do it again?"

"I'll leave my bedroom door open for you later then."

"You never looked when I leave mine open." He sounded upset.

"I did, but you were on top of mum."

"No that wasn't me."

"I thought your butt looked better then that."

"Not as good as yours does." He smiled at her.

"So you have been looking," she said in mock horror.

"Only on the internet."

"You found that site," again in mocked horror, this time her mouth opened.

"Yeah, the site's address was on a toilet wall."

"Have you been cruising for cheap thrills again?"

"Yeah, but you weren't there." He was quick.

"No, because I was around the back being humped by two street guys." 

That brought a big smile to his face and she grinned back at him.

"With your normal clientele then, how were they?"

"Not as good as you I hear." She fired back this time.

"Well there's no one to stop us tonight."

"No," agreed Deni, "I hated the way she stopped us, 'too crass', 'a father and daughter shouldn't talk like that,'" Deni mimicked her mother.

"You do look hot," observed James again, "or is that sexual harassment?" he asked.

"No, that's not sexual harassment from you," Deni answered with a smile.

"No, but if you were naked and I was hitting you with a stick it would be." James offered.

"You wouldn't hit me with a stick," his daughter said knowing her dad's loving nature.

"You're right, if you were naked I wouldn't hit you with a stick."

"No?" She asked with a wicked smile. "What would you hit me with?"

"Anything you wanted if you were naked in front of me." James stared at his daughter and she couldn't respond. Both were feeling very hot.

"Got you," he said. "And I really wish I did," James had decided to kick this up a level now. Deni couldn't help but smile and said,

"Oh yes, you certainly have." And James knew there was something in that.

"Hell, I don't remember that. I'm sure I would because you look soooo hot," he emphasized again. 

Deni pick up his vibe and she had so desperately wanted to the next level too. This was exactly what she had wanted for two years.

"Yeah, but what are you going to do about it," she asked, crossed her arms and spread her feet as a challenge. 'Ok sweetie, you asked for it and I may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb' James thought and formulated his answer just right.

"What am I going to do about it?" he asked setting up what was coming next.

"Yeah, what are you going to do about me being soooo hot," this time Deni stuck out her beautiful chin and moved her left hip out.

"Are you sure you're up to it?" he asked his daughter returning her grin. Deni was loving where this was going and hoping her dad was up to it.

"I've been up for it for two years," she replied and her smile faded a bit, and this told James that his daughter meant it.

"Well in that case I wait no longer. I'd reach up underneath your little skirt, fondle your bottom and then pull down you panties," he paused to see the effect on his daughter, her eyes widened and were glistening, and her smile returned.

"Then, I'd lift up that little skirt of yours and take a long look at - what I expect is -- that gorgeous pussy of yours," 'there' he thought 'I've said it and there's no turning back now.' No, Deni was looking enthusiastically at her dad, seemingly waiting for him to continue.

"What, is that it?" Deni asked wanting to hear more.

"Oh no, I would then bury my face in your beautiful pussy and lick your clit, making you squeal like a pig on a honeymoon until you came like never before."

James saw the effect his words had on his daughter, her mouth was slightly open and her eyes had tears in them. 'Oh no,' he thought 'I've gone too far.'

"What's for dinner?" she asked him.

"I don't know yet, I haven't looked in our neighbour's bins." This made her laugh as he was always able to do and broke the tension.

James made dinner for the two of them and talked as he did, and talked over dinner and after dinner. Before he knew it, James saw it was 10.00pm.

"Bedtime for me," he told his daughter and she agreed. 

They said their good night and went their separate ways. James didn't know how long he had been asleep when he woke-up.

"Dad," he heard Deni whispering imploringly from his bedroom door.

"What is it love?" He was wide awake now.

"I heard something," she told him. 

James got up and walked out of his bedroom, and in the dark he could see Deni with her arms around herself standing in a tee-shirt and panties -- even in the dark she looked great he thought proudly.

"Where?"

"In the kitchen," she replied. 

James crept into the kitchen in his boxers, with Deni very close behind and her hand on his lower back. In the kitchen there was no sound, but James had a quick look around in the darkness.

"Nothing now," he told her.

"But I'm scared," she insisted. 

James looked at his daughter in the darkness and said,

"Even in the dark you look hot, you know?"

"Thanks dad, but I'm still a little scared." He could hear the genuine fear in her voice.

"So what can I do?" he asked his frightened daughter.

"I don't want to be alone," she begged and it tore at his heart.

"Want to hop in my bed?" he offered.

"Yeah thanks," Deni replied, turned and walked to her dad's bedroom and he followed. 

Deni pulled back the covers and hopped into the bed on the right side, where her mother would have slept, her dad entered the bed on the left. Deni moved over and snuggled into him immediately and said,

"I'm cold, please hold he." James felt his daughter was shivering and quiet cold, 

"You are afraid aren't you?" he asked her as she turned her back to him and snuggled her back into him, and he draped his right arm around her.

"No, I'm not afraid, just cold."

"How come you're so cold?" this was suspicious for James.

"I was standing outside your door for ages trying to think of how I was going to get in your bed." 

James felt his stomach freeze and at the same time he could feel his daughter's body against his, he could feel her tee-shirt and brief panties against hid body.

"Why?" would all he could ask.

"I wanted to be with you and I was feeling very lonely in a room by myself," she answered and it all made sense to James.

"Not like boarding school is it?" he asked.

"No, it was so quiet, you can't hear anyone else and the bed is lonely." 

'This was new' thought James, 'a lonely bed at boarding school, who did she share it with?' he wondered. He thought he would take a leap here,

"You miss Buffy?" 

Buffy was Deni's closest friend at school, her real name was Cornelia Lemmington-Jones, but the girl's called her Buffy because she was so tough and nothing frightened her.

"Yeah I miss her. I miss her closeness, I miss talking to her and I when I was little she came into my bed because I was frightened, it was all so scary, and we shared our beds from then on." 

James could hear the little, frightened school girl as Deni honestly told of him of a terrible time in her life made more then bearable by a friend.

"I didn't know how bad it was," he told her and his voice wavered and she heard his sorrow for her and felt his body hold her a little closer and tighter.

"Did you have a relationship with Buffy?" he asked her evenly, without judgment in his voice and Deni heard this.

"We experimented a bit," she replied truthfully.

"Did you like it?" James asked and immediately wished he hadn't, 'what if her answers excited him, because his daughter would feel it.'

"I liked how it made me feel, but I'm not gay if that's what your asking," and he felt only a little excitement and hoped Deni hadn't felt it.

"As long as you were ok and you enjoyed yourself," he said a bit lamely, he couldn't think of what else to say.

"Are you warm enough now?" he asked his daughter, wanting this conversation to end, so his awkwardness could as well.

"Yes, lovely. You feel so nice dad."

"Let's go to sleep then," he suggested and rolled over, away from Deni.

"Good idea, you might feel more comfortable now," his daughter said and James thought, 'oh no, she could feel me,' and a sense of excitement came back, and then left as he worried about that. Sleep came to both quickly.




The Club Ch. 01



Chapter One -- Kym's New Look

 Hi. Some of my more faithful readers will note this story resembles a previously-posted story called "A Shopping Trip Gone Right -- 2". Well, there is a reason for that. I used that story as a springboard for this one, with some pretty big changes. This one will be going in a whole other direction, with different characters. I have naughty ideas for both series, so I hope you'll indulge me and read on. 

Kymberly Herrold was in a snit. She paced around her large, tastefully-decorated home and fumed.  Dammit, I'm far too young, far too sexy, to be taken for granted  she thought.  I'm only 30 and already my husband's spending too much time hunched over the computer, I'm a lot more interesting then all those numbers he seems to be adding up . 

She almost wanted a cigarette, even though it had been years since she'd given it up. She'd had it. She decided to figure out a way to get her husband's attention back when he came home from the office. Kym was determined that after hours, Douglas's time was hers. The clients got him from 9 to 5, Kym wanted his attention after that. She wanted conversation, companionship and some long-overdue  sex .

Kym wasn't the type of woman to have an affair, not yet anyway. Well, there was -- but that wasn't important at the moment. She was still angry enough that if Douglas didn't start paying more attention to her need for companionship and to her sexual desires, she knew she'd give it serious thought. She had a very high sex drive, even higher than when she'd married Douglas 5 years prior. Getting fucked -- and  soon  -- was a high priority.

Kymberly took a good look in the mirror -- and she wasn't happy with what she saw. Yes, she was still attractive, with wavy blonde hair, expressive green eyes and full, soft lips. When she smiled, it showed gleaming white teeth and a friendly,  hi-how-are-ya  look. But the package wasn't as nice as it used to be.

The woman in the mirror was wearing only jeans and a plain T-shirt. No makeup. Kym looked frumpy and that simply wasn't her. The old Kym had  pizzazz  , she always looked like an untamed lioness, fierce and predatory, hungry for new and exciting experiences. Her old jeans had flattered her long legs and hugged her gorgeous derrière, she would have worn a crop-top to show off the smooth skin underneath, or perhaps a sexy blouse that flattered her tits. More often than not, she would've worn a short skirt and heels, she loved being sexy, even when by herself. How had she let herself turn into  this  person? Oookay, we've caught this in the nick of time, Kym thought. 

Kym decided that a Shopping trip / Makeover was in order. Kym prided herself on being very frugal. Over the years, she'd saved quite a bit of money. Over the last 5 years, by not being extravagant, she'd save a tidy sum, so a large splurge on new clothes, lingerie and whatever else caught her fancy wouldn't strain her budget. She got out of the frump gear, put on a more figure-flattering pair of jeans and nice, snug halter that hugged her 36-24-36 body and called a cab. Even that was an annoyance -- Douglas had the car so she had to fend for herself. They could well afford a second car, her part-time job at Frills and Lace saw to that, but her husband wouldn't hear of it.

The cab driver kept giving her surreptitious looks as he drove her downtown -- for a moment, she actually considered propositioning him, he was a nice-looking guy in his early 20's, but no -- it was too early, but she did note his name and Hack number for a future encounter, should she feel so inclined.

Kym's first stop was to Frills and Lace. Her boss, friend and co-worker Amy gave her a big hug when she came in, they chatted amiably. Amy had been in a similar situation years ago, her marriage had ended in divorce because of it. Since then, the 35-year old had enjoyed the company of lovers -- of both sexes, she always told Kym. Amy was constantly flirting with Kym, teasingly telling her "I'll get you in bed yet" but Kym had not yet succumbed to the brunette's obvious charms. They stocked her up on new teddies, camis, garter belts and stockings, thongs and anything Kym fancied. Amy more than enjoyed herself, helping Kym with the fitting. Normally, such extravagance would've broken Kym's budget, but Amy made sure to give her a more-than generous discount. "But you have to model them for me sometime!" she winked as Kym left the store.

Humming to herself and now feeling a lot more cheerful, she headed for a trendy clothing store nearby. This was a lot more upscale then Kym normally would have considered, but what the  hell  -- she was splurging. All the salesgirls were extra-cute, but Kym figured she could still give them a run for her money. The tall blonde went all out -- some miniskirts, tight dresses, cocktail dresses, new evening gown, even a few pairs of booty shorts. She even went upstairs and bought some very decadent bikinis, she was going to start making trips to the beach -- maybe even get an  all-over  tan. Kym was really cheering herself up and she felt very wicked. 

Feeling much more light-hearted, Kym set out for her next destination, the Beauty Salon. She had been thinking about a new hair style, a pedicure and a manicure, she was going to pamper herself. She wanted tonight to be perfect for Douglas tonight, she was going to be as hot as she could be! If Douglas didn't notice the new Kym --  tough shit , because plenty of others surely would. She walked into the salon, the little bell tinkling behind her. The owner looked up at her and smiled. "Hey there Kym!"

"Hi Andrea." Andrea Tanner's salon was the best in town, it was hard to get an appointment. Of course, Kym had an "in". She knew Andrea Tanner in a much more  intimate  way than many of her other clients.

She and Andrea hugged and shared a very warm kiss, tongues meeting briefly. She hadn't seen Andrea in a few weeks, Andrea had the flu the last time Kym had stopped in, a disappointment to both women. Today, as always, the chic strawberry-blonde was dressed in the latest fashion. She had the warmest eyes Kym had ever seen, her cream-colored blouse and skirt contrasted with her dark tan. Kym's mouth watered every time she saw Andrea. She adored her husband, but Andrea exuded sex from ever pore. When Andrea set her sights on you, you were going to be hers.

"How's Steve?" Kym asked, referring to Andrea's husband.

"Lousy in bed, as usual." Andrea sighed. "How's Douglas?"

Kym sighed alongside Andrea. "The same as usual. I wonder what the hell happened Andrea? He used to fuck my brains out whenever I'd ask."

Andrea grimaced. "Lucky bitch. Wish I had one like that. You know that Steve was a dud from Day One. I still wonder why I married him."

"Money."

"Oh, that's right." Andrea laughed. "I knew I had a good reason. Hmm -- if you think Douglas might be getting bored, send him over here. Andrea said with a raised eyebrow. "I'll make sure to take good care of him and won't send him back  too  worn out." she teased.

Kym smiled. "Play your cards right darling, I  may  just let you borrow him sometime."

Andrea immediately brightened. "You mean it? Oh, I'd love that. Your husband is a hottie."

Kym felt warm inside. Her Douglas was a good guy, she knew that. But would he be willing to fuck other women if she asked? He could be so stuffy and straight-laced. Lately, he didn't seem to have  any  interest in sex. Would a threesome revive his flagging sex drive? She put the thought aside and turned her attention back to Andrea.

"So, pretty lady, are you here for business or pleasure?" Andrea asked her.

"How about one from `Column A' and one from "Column B', Andie darling?" Kym said with a husky purr.

Andrea clapped her hands and squealed, she was delighted. It was nearing the end of her work day, so she put her "Closed" sign up and went back to Kym. Her blonde friend's timing was perfect, that little slut Dee was away with her husband and family. Andrea had been incensed. How dare she not give her mistress a proper servicing before she went? She'd whip the little black bitch's ass raw for that when she got back. Dee would love every minute of it too, begging for more. Then, Andrea would put on her dildo and fuck Dee's ass until she came. One of the nice things about having money -- sexual opportunities were everywhere you looked. She'd met the young bride at the Beautician's Supply store, taken a fancy to her and within a month, Dee had her face between Andrea's smooth thighs and was servicing her almost weekly. Dee had an agile little tongue and was so happy to give, it didn't take Andrea too long to figure out that Dee was a natural submissive. It took her less than 6 months to twist and mold Dee into her personal body-slave. Okay, it was time to stop reminiscing and attend to Kym.

Andrea sauntered over to Kym and embraced her fully, taking her in her arms and fondling her tits, running her hands up Kym's long legs. "What particular services did you have in mind?"

"Hair styling, manicure, pedicure, some pussy licking and finger-fucking." Kym smiled. "Oh -- if you're a really good little  slut , I might even let you shave me. Sound good?"

"Sounds great." Andrea was secretly thrilled. She'd been dying to shave Kym's blonde muff ever since the first time she walked into the salon over 2 years ago. The tall blonde was one of the few women who intimidated Andrea, luckily they had become friends easily. One day, after she closed the salon, Andrea and Kym went for a drink. Which became two, which became -- a few too many. Kym confessed she'd had some bi-experiences before marrying Douglas. One thing led to another and a few weeks later, Andrea had convinced Kym to let her take her to bed and relive them. After endless orgasms, both women agreed to have an occasional get-together -- Kym still felt guilty pangs over cheating on Steve, but she knew she couldn't go back to being totally hetero either.

Kym loved having her hair washed, she found it sensual and relaxing, like a massage. She also knew Andrea would pull one of her "stunts", she was such a tease. She'd caress Kym's scalp and sneak a kiss or two, which Kym, being underwater with her eyes closed, couldn't see. Her pussy was already damp as Andrea toweled her dry and led her to the chair.

Andrea clipped and trimmed Kym's hair, giving her a smoldering new look. It was somewhat reminiscent of the old film star, Veronica Lake and Kym knew that Douglas would love it. Kym felt her nipples hardening under her blouse as Andrea dried her hair with the Blow Drier and brushed it until it gleamed in the light.

"You're a tease!" Kym giggled as Andrea's manicured nails stroked her neck and behind her ears. Andrea smiled at her and kissed those selfsame spots.

"You're just figuring that out now?"

She led Kym over to the Manicurist's table and gave Kym a manicure, but it was to further incite passion in the lovely bi-sexual blonde. As she trimmed each nail, Andrea would take one of Kym's fingers into her mouth and suck on it lovingly, looking up with her rich brown eyes into Kym's own baby-blue eyes. If Kym hadn't been so nuts about her husband, Andrea would have done her best to capture her heart. Even little Dee knew of Andrea's infatuation with this woman. Andrea shuddered in pleasure as a mini-orgasm overtook her, even pampering Kym got her sexually excited. From Kym's soft peals of laughter, the lovely bitch knew it too!

The pedicure was even more sensual. Kym had to take off her tight jeans and stiletto heels, she stood before her lover in tight top and thong only. Andrea soaked her feet, when they were ready, she clipped and buffed and polished each nail. Her next stop was to lovingly suck Kym's toes, one by one, until Kym was wriggling in heat.  You fucking teasing bitch , Kym thought to herself,  you know what this is doing to me, stop it and give me what you fucking know I want !

"Enough!" Kym yelled out. "Get naked. Come on Andrea, I have to eat you too! I have to fuck you too! It's been far, far too long since I tasted that sweet cunt of yours!"

Andrea grinned. "Of course baby, of course. Well, my darling, they do say the customer is always right."

Kym loved watching Andrea undress. It always seemed like a work of art being unveiled. The soft material made a slight "shushing" sound as it slid off Andrea's beautiful body, her soft skin devoid of any tan lines. She leaned forward and kissed her playmate. "Want me?"

"Of course, God, yesss!" Kym cried out as she took one of Andrea's hard nipples into her mouth and sucked on it. Andrea let out a plaintive cry and her hands stroked Kym's arms and pulled her into her embrace. They rocked and held each other, bodies just rubbing softly together, lips seeking favors, tongues battling and gliding into each other's mouths.

The two women moved quickly into a  sixty-nine  and began lapping at each other feverishly, the salon time having been great foreplay for their lesbian love-play. Andrea wondered if she should invite her lover to one of the special "Spa Days" she sometimes hosted? Someone with Kym's looks and personality would be the star attraction. Andrea smiled and decided she'd consider it, she was pretty sure the sexy blonde would have the time of her life. Her tongue slipped along the grooves of Kym's warm cunt and really began feasting on the blonde's cunt. She was dying to see this cute, pink pussy bald, but she had to admit, Kym's little blonde muff was not without its appeal. Her tongue delved into Kym's blonde pussy. feeding on her in passionate hunger. 

Kym's tongue slid over Andrea's prominent mound, devoid of any hair, pink and gleaming with love juices. Pulling at Andrea's clit, Kym feasted on her juices. She slid one of her newly-manicured digits into Andrea's asshole, knowing Andrea loved that. She was right, Andrea screamed out her pleasure. Andrea's kink-factor far exceeded Kym's, she was a bit jealous over that, but as Andrea howled from her anal fucking, Kym made a silent vow to amp hers up. The next time she and Andie made it, she wanted to add something perverse to the mix -- just what, she had yet to decide. Kym sucked the naked pussy avidly, no hair impeded her progress and she thought Andie's hairless pussy was not without its merits.

They rocked -- and rolled -- together on the salon floor, bodies hunching against each other, crying for release. Neither party asked the other to stop and neither party had any intent on stopping, they continued to fuck and lick, an erotic twosome in the throes of lesbian need. With her relatively small experiences in loving women, Kym had really become quite skillful at eating pussy. She'd had a good teacher, she giggled inwardly. Of course, she'd done her best to pay attention in class.

The lesbian-lovers feasted greedily on each other, slurping up copious amounts of pussy juice. Andrea was glad the rest of the staff had taken off early, she was howling with each lick of Kym's tongue and when she stabbed her fingers in deep, Andie cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Kym was really working her over, it'd been ages since she'd had a workout of this caliber. She rubbed her tits against Kym's body, loving how nice they felt mashed on Kym's smooth skin. Andie knew she had nice tits and was an attractive woman, but Kym -- she was the total package. She thought Kym's husband, studly or not, was a moron. How could anyone neglect someone with this much sex appeal?

Nearing the end of their romp, Andrea and Kym were both glistening, faces coated with cream, yet they continued to work each other over. Andrea speared her tongue deeply into Kym, the way she knew her friend liked. Kym licked her tongue flatly over Andrea's pussy, the way she knew pleasured Andrea. Both women were enjoying themselves, they weren't worried about the time.  It might do Douglas some good to worry a little , Kym thought to herself.

Andrea climaxed first, but Kym followed shortly thereafter. "Shouldn't the customer cum first?" Kym giggled as Andrea helped her wash up and get clean. Kym got dressed in front of her, donning one of the new minis she'd purchased, but teasingly leaving herself without panties. She decided to skip the shave today, but knew next time she'd let Andrea shave her bald and then lick her to a mind-blowing climax.

"Depends on how busy I am." Andrea giggled while she also dressed. "I got pretty busy with you, didn't I?"

Kym smiled as Andrea looked over at her. The tinier strawberry-blonde had a sudden burst of inspiration, she whispered something naughty in Kym's ear. Kym nodded her approval. Andrea handed her an gold-embossed business card, which Kym tucked into her wallet as she left. It'd been a good day and now, it promised to be a very good week. Kym smiled, blowing a kiss to Andrea. She hoped she could get Douglas's attention tonight, get the long-awaited fucking she needed from her husband. She smiled, hoping her new look would inspire  just  the kind of reaction Kym set out to get. If it did, Douglas was likely to be walking funny tomorrow.



The Club Ch. 01



I went to a very exclusive boarding school with a very unusual secret that not many people know about (including the parents).

Up until the sixth form everything was very normal, the standard lessons and exams and school dramas.

Everything changed in the sixth form, which was housed in a separate building, at the back of the campus, the other side of the sports pitches. Once you were in the sixth, you rarely went back over to the rest of the school. We had separate teachers, classrooms and dorms. In the first year of sixth there were normal lessons but a growing sense of something else, it wasn't until upper that things really got interesting.

At the end of term in Lower there was a big party for the leaving Uppers which always got pretty wild. Of course this was really a test for the lowers to see who would be asked into the special club for the next year.

I had heard rumours of what went on, not just drinking and late parties but there was talk of sex and orgies if you made in to the 'club'. And not just between the students, certain teachers were involved too. By the time the end of term party rolled round, I was desperate to get in on the 'club'. I had had a few, largely uneventful dalliances during lower and was gagging for more, with people who knew what they were doing.

On the night of the party I dressed carefully, sheer stockings and sexy but not slutty underwear. A short denim skirt and a tight top that revealed just enough of my ample, pert cleavage. Everyone was excited and the girls had been whispering all week about what might happen that night.

The hall was set up for the party, with loud music, decorations and lights. There was food laid out on a table at the back and a selection of drinks. People were milling around in their party clothes, chatting and flirting and having a good time. By about 10.00pm I'd had a couple of drinks and was feeling great. I noticed that people were starting to separate off into smaller groups and I had found myself chatting and dancing with Melonie, one of the most popular and beautiful of the Uppers. If the rumours were true she was head girl in the club. We were dancing pretty close to a smooth R&B song, her hips moving in time with the music and swaying towards me. Her long brown hair was loose and her lips shiny red. As our bodies came closer together I thought how hot she was. After a few minutes dancing very close together, almost grinding against one another she leaned in to my ear and whispered, 'Do you want to get some air hun'?' 

I said sure, and we headed out of the hall to the patio area that overlooked the rest of the school. As we left the room I noticed more couples of lowers and uppers forming, with those that were rumoured to be 'club' members moving in on certain lowers. 

It was a warm night and we sat on one of the benches, while Melonie told me about where she was going to uni next year and her course. We were sat close together and she was gently running her fingers along my leg. I could feel myself getting excited.

'Of course, leaving the club will be sad,' She was watching my face intently, 'But, it's time to move on and let some new blood enjoy it.' Her hand was resting half way up my thigh, just under the hem of my skirt, I shifted slightly in my seat and moved my hand on to her leg.

'Who do you think the new blood will be Mel?'

Her hand moved up my leg, edging towards my underwear which I knew would be damp, 'That depends, on who is good enough,' her lips were moving closer to mind, 'wanna see if you might be?'

I had often thought about other women, what it would be like to kiss them and caress their breasts and how their pussies would taste. Now was finally the chance to try it... and with the most beautiful girl in the school! And if the club was everything I had heard, a group of hot people who participated in wild sex parties, I was definitely going to see if I was good enough!

I leaned forward to meet her mouth, pressing hard against it and pushing my tongue between her lips. I was going to give this everything I had. I was going to get in to that club, what ever it took!

We kissed for a few minutes, hands moving up each other's thighs until her long fingers brushed against my lacy knickers and she pulled away from my mouth.

'Well Babe, we don't just let anyone in the 'club'. You look good enough, but can you perform?'

I tried to kiss her again but she pulled her head back, 'First thing's first, are you a dirty girl? do you like to fuck?' 

I nodded, 'I certainly do. But I wanna fuck more then just spotty teen boys....'

'That's good, have you fucked a girl yet?'

I swallowed, 'Not yet, but I've been desperate to try, just the thought makes my pussy throb.'

'Good good. You sound as if it you might have what it takes. There are a number of rules to the club, but you don't need to know about them just yet, instead I think it's time to test your skills.'

Suddenly she stood up and slid her tight black skirt down her legs, revealing stockings, a suspender belt and tiny thong. She slowly lowered the thong as well, giving me my first up close view of another woman's pussy. She was shaved, apart from a very thin strip of dark hair at the top. Once the thong reached the ground she sat back down on the bench and spread her legs wide apart. 'Make me cum. Quickly!' She demanded.

For a moment I didn't move. Here was one of the hottest girls I'd ever seen presenting her pussy for me to pleasure, my heart was pounding! I took a depth breath to calm myself and slid off the bench and between her legs.

Gently I parted her smooth lips and looked at her pink folds, with a little clit poking out. I leaned in and took my first lick of her delicious cunt. I had tasted my own juices will masturbating and always found them fairly nondescript, but she tasted wonderful. Slowly I licked up and down her cunt, parting the inner flaps with my tongue and finding a rhythm. It was harder then I thought it would be to get in to the swing of it, but once I heard her moan for the first time I settled in to it and began to focus on her pleasure. I swirled my tongue around her clit and then down to catch some of the steady flow of juices coming from her hole, then back to the clit. Soon she was moaning loudly, and as I licked and sucked harder I decided to slip two fingers into her wet cunt. Moving them in and out in time with my tongue I felt her hands in my hair, pushing my face deeper into her. "Oh yeah, yes, fuck. Keep going. Make me cum!' moaned. I increased the speed and sucked harder on her clit and then felt her cunt contracted around my fingers as she moaned "Oooooooooooh yessssss.' I slurped up the juice that gushed from her cunt on to my hand as I gave an orgasm to a women for the first time. As her panting subsided, I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them clean.

'How was that babe?' I asked, looking up at her, with cunt juice drying on my face.

'Honey,' She said huskily, 'I have a feeling you are definitely going to be in the Club.' 

Mel pulled my face up to hers and kissed me.

'Now Ellie, if you are going to make it into the club you're going to have to do more than just that. But first things first, you CANNOT tell anyone about this. Lowers must not find out who will by in the club next year until initiation. If you talk to anyone about this, you will be struck off our potentials list. Got it?'

"Absolutely. I want in the club bad, I'm not going to ruin it!'

'Good. Now there is one week until the end of term. Until then you will be asked, by me, and only me to do one thing each day to prove you are worth of club membership. You must do them all or else no membership.' I nodded 'I will leave you a note in your pigeon hole each day with instructions. Don't worry about reporting back to me, I will know if you have achieved your task or not. And if you do them all, on Saturday, before you leave you will recieve confirmation of club membership.Understand?'

'Yes. And I wont let you down!'

'That's the attitude we like in the club. Well done tonight, you certainly proved you can eat pussy. Now remember, don't tell anyone.'

Then she stood up, pulled up her skirt and left.

I sat on the bench for a few minutes trying to imagine what might be in store for me over the next week.

It turned out to be far better then I ever imagined!

Despite staying up late that night thinking about the club and reliving the experience of going down on Mel I woke early the next day, eager to find out what was in store for me.

After breakfast I stopped to check my pigeon hole on the way back to my room, and there was a note for Mel. 

I slipped it in to my pocket and hurried back. Sitting on my bed I read my instructions:

Ellie Rowlands

Day 1.

Today you will wear the shortest skirt you own and NO underwear.

In first period Maths and 4 period French you will clearly expose yourself to the teacher and play with your yourself for at least 2 minutes. They MUST see you touching yourself.

I read the note twice to make sure I was clear on the instructions and hadn't misread them in my eagerness. Although in the Sixth we had no uniform, we were still expected to look smart and generally short skirts were frowned upon, so this was quite risky. I knew that a number of teachers were part of the club, but there were also some that definitely would disapprove of a very short skirt, let a lone a short skirt and no knickers.

On the other hand, the idea thrilled me. I had often fantasised about getting caught masturbating and had even done it in a few slightly risky places (well the school showers, but that seemed risky enough at the time!) As I searched my chest of draws for my short denim skirt I suddenly had another thought. The teachers that had to watch me must be in the club too!

Mr Jackson was my maths teacher and was certainly very handsome. His was one of the names that had often come up in club rumours, so I wasn't very surprised, but Ms Blanche my french teacher wasn't what I was expecting. She was quite severe, always wearing knee length pencil skirts and white shirts. She was strict on homework and rather frightening, her lesson was going to be a challenge!

I changed quickly from the black trousers I had been wearing in to the denim skirt, leaving my knickers behind and feeling grateful I had shaved before the party. Taking a deep breath I hurried over to the maths classroom.

Mr Jackson was already sat at his desk, in a dark blue shirt open at the neck and jeans. There was a list of problems on the board and as we walked in he instructed us to complete them as quickly as we could. Feeling rather bold I tried to meet his eye but couldn't, so sat in my usual place, near the back and slightly to the left. From there no one else would be able to see what I was doing, but neither would he. 

I set about my work, but my mind was focused on how I was going to complete my task, I was desperate to get into the club and wasn't going to fall at the first hurdle. After about 15 minutes Mr Jackson got about began to walk around the class asking people if they needed help, before eventually stopping and leaning against the door, putting him in the perfect spot to watch me. Slowly I uncrossed my legs and spread them. I could feel myself blushing as I kept my head down to give the appearance of working, but I knew he was watching.

I slid my left hand of the desk and on to my thigh, gradually moving it up to my exposed pussy. I ran a finger along my lips, gently opening them to let him see me properly. There was a breeze in the classroom from the open window which I could feel tickling me as I began to rub around my erect clit. I could feel myself growing wetter, not just from my fingers, but because of the excitement. I rubbed harder, but not too much I didn't want to accidentally let out a moan of pleasure. I didn't want to look up either just in case, so I had to guess the time. After what felt like at least a minute, I moved my fingers from my clit to my wet hole, spreading my legs as wide as I could and shifting in my seat to make it easier to finger myself. I moved two fingers in and out and then back up to my clit, hoping the time was nearly up because any more and I might come. 

Suddenly Mr Jackson clapped his hands together and said 'Right time's up class. Lets go through the answers' Quickly I removed my fingers from myself and looked up. Very subtly he nodded in my direction and I knew I'd completed the challenge. 

The rest of the day until french was a bit of a blur, I was horny but nervous about Ms Blanche. For all I knew it could be a trick, she just didn't seem the club type. She rarely smiled and never joked with the class, still treating us like children. Also, her classroom was laid out in a different way which would make it harder to complete my task unnoticed.

When 4th Period came I sat in my seat quietly, and hoped, like Mr Jackson she would give me the opportunity I needed. And I was right, she did.

She told us she wanted to test our spoken french and that she would ask us to come and answer questions for 2 minutes each. So while the rest of the class completed some written exercises someone would go to the table at the side and she would quiz them. A clear chance for me to complete the task.

She called me up about half way through the lesson and as I sat down opposite her at the table, she pushed her chair back to give herself a clear view (of course no one would realise what she was doing if they didn't already know). Once again I careful unfolded my legs and began to play with my pussy for the second time that day. This was harder, all the while she asked my questions about myself that I had to answer in french. And she kept on correcting my grammar and pronunciation. It felt like a very long two minutes, and I wasn't nearly as wet as I had been in Mr Jackson's class, but I got through it and eventually dismissed with a nod and the smallest hint of a smile.

Later that day when I got back to my room, supposedly to do homework I lay back on my bed and relived the thrills of the day, just the memory of touching myself in a room full of people made my pussy drip, and finally I was allowed to make myself cum, which I did several times to relieve the tension.

I wondered what would be in store for me the next day.



The Club Ch. 01



I was in the waiting room at the dentist when I first saw a girl I liked. I got a fluttery feeling in my stomach, and I just couldn't stop looking at her. I could feel myself actually getting wet! It was very unusual because I'd never had a lust for girls, so I'd definitely never had sex with one. 

I grew up in a very strict Christian family, so if I'd ever had any desire for a girl. I would have kept it to myself. Once my dad died I stopped going to see my mom. I stopped agreeing with her beliefs and distanced myself from my whole family, except my cousin, Leah, who I was very close with and told everything.

I went straight to see her after the dentist and told her about what happened. She assured me this was totally normal, and maybe I was bi. I went home feeling a bit better, and that night, with my fingers inside me, I fantasised about the girl. I imagined it was her fingers inside me, and when I licked my fingers, I pretended it was her I was tasting.

The next day, I decided I wanted to go to a lesbian club. So I researched online, and found that there was a whole gay and lesbian club area in the next town. I got dressed up and called a cab. I told the guy to drop me off a few streets from where they clubs were. I was embarrassed about what I was doing. I walked the few streets and when I got there, even the streets were really busy. I didn't mind, because I didn't really want to be seen. I decided I would try a club, and when I finally got in, I liked, it, there were girls dancing, and all of them were so hot! I sat at a table and watched. I wanted to go up and dance so much, but I didn't have the guts. I went to the bathrooms and sat in a cubicle, still thinking about all those girls made me so wet. I reached up my dress and pulled my panties to my ankles, then I started to finger myself, but it wasn't enough, I grabbed the brush out my bag and shoved the handle up myself, I started to go really fast and had to try and stifle my moans.

Just as I was about to orgasm, there was a knock on the cubicle door. I froze. 

"Do you want some help?" Came the soft voice. I took a deep breath and opened the door. The girl crept in and, without even introducing herself, grabbed the brush and took it out, then she pulled my dress up and over my head. She took my bra of, and then, quick as lightning, grabbed my breast. She started to licked and suck at it and I groaned in pleasure. Then she took her own top of and I saw my first pair of breasts on another woman. She looked at me, and I knew what she meant, I knelt on the floor and grabbed one, then, I sucked it. I licked it, bit it, and fondled it. All the while she moaned with pleasure. Her hand slipped down my thigh and she began to rub my soaking slit. Then she instructed me to lie back as much as I could in the small, hot space. She then got down and suck her tongue into my pussy. 

"

Oh, fuck" I muttered "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, that feels so good" I felt the orgasm coming, and when it did, it was better than ever before. She licked all the cum from my dripping snatch then pulled her jeans and panties. She then spread her legs wide. And I knew what she meant. 

I bent down, and for the first time, I stuck my tongue in a pussy. I tasted amazing, so sweet and delicious. I licked and stuck my tongue in as far as I could. She began to orgasm and she twitched and came. I licked the cum, and it tasted amazing. I licked everywhere and reached back to finger myself. I had another orgasm and finally sat back and closed my eyes. When I opened them, less than a minute later she was gone. But there was a piece of paper on the floor with an address and '8 o'clock tomorrow?' on it. I smiled and put my clothes back on. I cleaned up as best I could and then left the club and went back to the car. I smiled as I drove home. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

Part 2 coming soon



The Club Ch. 01



Note -- The character Cindy is borrowed (with permission) from Little_Asian_Cherry. Hopefully, there'll be many parts to this story/series. Enjoy.

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It had been Jess's idea, after all. I doubt any of us would have had the nerve, or testicular fortitude if you will, to suggest it otherwise. I know I wouldn't, anyway. So we made the club, if you will. And we made a pretty simple agreement between the five of us. While exhibitionism or potentially getting caught in an act was fine, willfully exposing the group's activities or even a certain member's antics was off limits. Similarly, the pressuring or coercing someone to do something they were uncomfortable with or embarrassed by was fine, but no one would be hounded for a straight out refusal. There were, at least, certain basic rules we respected. This framework allowed us to proceed to more...creative propositions. 

But this isn't the story of how our little sexual exploration parade came to be. It's the story of the first recruitment of a new member. And, as with the formation of our enclave, it was Jess's willpower that spurred the recruitment of a new member.

Her name was Cindy. I wouldn't call her exceptional. Pretty, even hot maybe...but not the kind that stood out in stark contrast to her surroundings. She was Asian, with straight black hair that barely graced the edges of her shoulders. At 5'2, she was fairly short, but still remarkable. And then there were her breasts, full C-cups that seemed to always dare her outfits to try and discourage them from standing center stage. Again, she didn't stand out in a negative light, but when your eyes were graced with passage of her form -- they were honored. 

But romantic ideation aside, our goal was to recruit this beauty into our naughty escapes. Luckily, Jess was relatively close to her. And, from the stories Jess had shared within our group of her and Cindy's exhibitionistic escapades, she should fit in fairly well. 

This is what led to me and Jess carrying a drugged Cindy into a room we had prepared. It was fairly simplistic. We laid her limp body on the table that dominated the room. While Jess put the restraints in place, I placed a pillow under Cindy's head. A few shelves held varying toys and devices our club had enjoyed the use of before, and a security cam was recording us from right above the door. That had been Jess's idea too, but I had installed it. A live feed of video/audio to a private, secure site that also fed back into a small lcd screen next to the cam. We had positioned it carefully so that the camera and tv would be roughly where our 'victim's' eyes would linger. The door just below was visible, but only if Cindy strained to raise her head.

I enjoyed the view of Cindy lying on the table while Jess finished ensuring the restraints were both tight and would hold. Cindy was wearing a loose, white skirt that ended maybe an inch above mid-thigh. Dark leggings covered her legs underneath it, and a long-sleeved, black keyhole top that offered a temptation-rich view of her cleavage. Jess was a little taller than Cindy at 5'6, and a little smaller of build. Her breasts hovered between A-B cup range, but her nipples seemed almost too long for her smaller breasts. It was no secret in our little group that she adored having them suckled. Jess was wearing very tight, form fitting jeans and a dark camisole with the Victoria's Secret telltale pink logo mostly covered by a grey, half-zipped hoodie. I briefly remembered her saying she borrowed it from some friend, but couldn't remember who...

"Chris -- you can ogle the two of us once we have her ready. The drug I slipped her is only supposed to last a few minutes. Gag her mouth with some cloth." 

I gave a brief nod, half embarrassed by losing myself in...maybe anticipation? I tied a bandana gag over Cindy's mouth, and right about when I finished she let out of a quiet sigh. 

"I guess that'll do...it doesn't have to keep her silent, just stifle some screams and make her feel more out of control."

Jess winked at me, and began stripping. She wasn't trying to be sultry or a tease (she already knew we had plenty of that coming in our sexual torture session). Her jeans came off quickly, and she tossed them into the corner. Her hoodie and camisole quickly followed the same trend, her hair settling after this disturbance. She was left to her black, lace bikini and matching demi-bra. She unhooked the bra and tossed it to the side as well, her nipples already elongated to reveal her intense arousal. She slid her panties down her legs and tossed them in my face -- allowing me a moment or two to enjoy the scent of her arousal. 

"Feel free to fill them with cum, Chris...they're nice and wet for you already. Get out before she comes to."

And with that I was dismissed. I left the room and crossed the hall. There, another room with a few comfortable seats and a much larger tv showed one hell of a view. Cindy, tied to the table and slowly coming around and Jess, opposite the door and completely nude. Jess licked her fingers, ran them down her flat tummy, past the tiniest wisp of bush...and began fingering herself with two fingers. Her moans were sweet and loud. I didn't even need the tv's sound, her moans made it past the closed doors and hallway fine. In my privacy, I dropped my jeans and boxers and wrapped Jess's still-warm, wet panties around my cock. She knew, from our club's activities, about my panty fetish and, once again, proved more than willing to indulge it. 

Cindy's head shook, and her eyes opened. I could tell she tried to say something, but the gag prevented her. But her eyes grew large as they noticed Jess behind her. She arched her neck to see and you could see the lust in her eyes. She had no idea what was going on, had only barely begun to realize how restrained and limited she was, but she was feeling something of a thrill. Jess moaned deeply, enjoying being watched. Jess wasn't a cock-tease, she was...well, just a tease. 

"Cindy...remember a couple nights ago at the bar when you said you wondered what it'd be like? To be completely used and out of control? You're going to find out. Now...this is going to take a while, but I'm already close to cumming... Before you begin to enjoy yourself, you're going to finish me off." Jess yanked the gag off of Cindy roughly. I could barely hear her soft, pained moan. Jess climbed on the table and, expertly, lowered her pussy to Cindy's waiting lips. Jess's fingers were still working their magic, but as Jess ever-so-slowly lowered herself, I could see Cindy struggling to reach with her tongue. The resolution on the tv didn't help, but I could tell by the look on Jess's face when Cindy's tongue made contact. Jess cums pretty readily, and she was clearly ready. One hand stayed on the table to keep her awkward balance. The other began roughly grasping at her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came on Cindy's active tongue. 

As she stepped down, you could see the sleek wetness which coated Cindy's face. Cindy's eyes looked hungry, starved for attention and ready for more. "Thanks, hun... I really needed that. Now let's see if we can't do something for you..."

Jess grabbed a knife that was on a nearby shelf, and cut off Cindy's top. Her breasts sprang readily from their tight confines, with dark nipple that seemed to beg for attention.

"Oh my, Cindy... You are such the little cocktease, coming out without a bra."

"I-"

Jess slapped her, not overly hard but hard enough that it stunned Cindy into silence.

"You won't talk unless I give you permission to, dear. But you don't need to answer for me to know you love to tease." Jess let her fingers slowly slide underneath Cindy's breasts, cupping them lovingly and tenderly. It was a stark contrast from the slap from moments ago, and I could tell that Cindy was trying to lean forward into the caress. "Now then...let's see what's under here" 

Jess cut off Cindy's skirt in a sudden motion, and followed up by ripping off her leggings. Cindy now lay on the table in nothing but a cute, simple bikini. Cotton, multi-colored stripes. Jess quickly cut the sides of the panties loose and pulled it off Cindy's lithe frame. "Now then, let's gag you with your wet little panties..." Jess's stuffed the panties, crotch first, into Cindy's stunned mouth. Before she could respond further, Jess had tied the previous gag back in place. "And I must admit, I am jealous of these breasts, Cindy." Jess's fingers played with her nipples lightly, occasionally pausing to caress her entire breast with the lightest of touches. Cindy's moans in response were strained and quiet -- but still clearly audible. 

It was something like a scene from the slowest starting erotica imaginable, and I was stroking myself into Jesse's still moist panties as I watched. I longed to participate, but Jess had stressed that she wanted this initiation to go according to her desires. And honestly, who would want to disagree with the directions of the now-nude Jess as she teased and tortured Cindy with every delicious second being recorded?

Jess moved to the end of the table and began tracing circles with her fingertips around Cindy's exposed womanhood. Her pussy was flawlessly shaved, and Jess's fingers trailed along her flat stomach, to her inner thighs, close (oh-so-close) to her pussy-lips, before leaving Cindy's body. Cindy's moans, even through her panty-gag, were becoming louder and louder. Well, no matter what she said later, she was thoroughly enjoying herself at the moment. Jess's fingers finally spread apart Cindy's pussy, and her tongue began to dance around and over her well-engorged clit. Cindy's hips were now rocking, straining desperately against her restraints and towards Jess's face. As Cindy's moans grew more and more desperate, I came in Jess's panties and breathed deeply. And now, with two of the three of us already cumming down (if you'll pardon the pun) -- Jess decided to inform her more bluntly of what to expect.

"Chris, come on in. And Cindy...while I'm sure you're ready to beg for the chance to cum any way you can have it, we're only just starting. I'm going to deny you orgasm until I'm ready to give it to you. And while you may loathe and enjoy this little game at the same time, in the end you should have the best orgasm of your life. And...we'll have it all on tape."

When I walked in, as requested, Cindy's eyes were large again -- some combination of lust, desperation, and confusion.

Jess just smiled, "Cindy...this is going to be a night you'll never forget."



The Club Ch. 01



The Club- Matt

The card slipped through my mail slot some time in the night. Hand delivered, embossed in gold, heavy. It read, "Mr. Matt Ramsay is cordially invited to attend an open evening at The Club. The Club caters to every need of its members, offering an executive service to a small group of powerful men. Come and experience the very best of everything life has to offer. Be at Crofton House, 13, The Chine at 9 pm this Saturday to learn more."

I had heard of the club before, and I could hardly believe my luck at being invited to join. It was the most exclusive and most expensive club in the country, and probably the world. The men who were invited to join ran the world- literally. The connections I could make were invaluable, and without even seeing the place I was willing to pay anything to join. I had also heard rumors about the 'full' service they provided, and was titillated to think about what it might involve. 

I was at the address at 8:55, dressed in my most expensive suit, freshly washed and shaved. I rang the bell, slightly nervous, and was shown inside. The doorman was elderly, but very dignified, and he bowed as he walked backwards out of the large waiting room. I was alone for about 5 minutes, when a younger man with blonde hair came in. 

"Mr. Matt Ramsay, I presume?"

I nodded, smiling- I recognized the man at once; I had seen him at 10 Downing street, and in attendance at the Royal Wedding. He was always in the background, but I never forget a face. 

"I am Sir Hillary Winchester, and you are most cordially welcome to The Club. The membership committee has watched your career with interest for some time, and we are impressed by what we see. The Club could do great things for your career, and it is hoped that in time you could do great things for The Club. But come, I will give you a tour, and introduce you to some of our other members."

He led me through room after room of opulent splendor, huge chandeliers and expensive artwork as far as the eye could see. We met a number of government ministers along the way, bankers, CEO's, heirs to huge fortunes and even a few minor members of the royal family. I soaked it all up, smiled amiably at everybody I met, and did my best not to gape at each new amusement that was presented. There was a shooting range, spa with masseuses, gym with personal trainers, valets to fetch and carry and polish and press anything one could want. I noticed a number of small private rooms as well, and on more than one occasion I saw men pulling smiling and scantily clad women into them. That must be one of the services.

"You've noticed that we have persons available to service your every need- sexual needs included, of course. You mustn't be shy, we have very well-trained staff on that front, and they are available 24 hours a day. Simply put in a request, or track down any particular one you'd like. Of course, there is also the fast option, for the gentleman with less time to spare."

I was led in to a room decorated in plain black, with a number of discreet curtains. There was a man at one, standing as one would at a urinal, thrusting gently. As I watched, he stilled and groaned, then took a step back, zipped himself up and closed the curtain. 

"This is the Quickie Room" Sir Hillary explained. If you need to relieve any urges, but do not have the time to spare for our full service option, you can come in here twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Every station will be occupied, every hole clean, tidy and wet, ready to be filled."

My jaw dropped as I looked around the room at the curtains, some high off of the ground, some lower down. I imagined a set of warm, wet fuckholes behind each, each one different, each one in a different position, just waiting for me to empty my balls into them. I felt my cock harden at the thought. 

"You are welcome to sample the merchandise" Sir Hillary said, noticing my excitement. "I will wait outside." As he passed me he added, "They squeeze harder if you hit them."

I could hardly believe my luck as I looked around the now empty room. I opened the curtain nearest me and sucked in a breath as I saw a beautifully presented bare pink cunt and asshole. The woman was on her back with her legs up, black fabric and metal bars concealing everything but her fuckholes and thighs. 

I couldn't wait a second longer, I opened my fly hurriedly, took my rock hard cock out and sunk it straight in to the offered cunt. I groaned as wet flesh enveloped me, thrusting a few times involuntarily, my cock sinking in balls deep. I looked around, hardly believing my luck. I gave the ass a careful slap, and the cunt obediently bore down on me, squeezing like a vice. I started thrusting hard, ramming into the hole with all my strength as it squeezed and squeezed. Within a dozen strokes I was ready to shoot, and I held myself deep in the hole as my cum poured out of me. When I was finished, I pulled out, and saw my cum dripping down. I put my cock back in my pants, and closed the curtain. I looked around the room at the different curtains, eager to see behind all of them. From curiosity I opened the one I'd just been at, to find a dark skinned cunt had replaced the one I had just filled. I hadn't heard a thing. 

I found a second curtain, a bit lower down, and I opened it to have a look. There was a woman bent over, her head and arms again thrust into the wall, but her large tits swayed freely and her holes were pressed back at me. I moaned, and gave my cock a squeeze through my pants. "What the hell" I figured, and took it out again. I was half hard already, and a few strokes had me firm enough to push into the offered cunt. I fucked it slowly this time, closing my eyes and enjoying the warm and wet hole dragging up and down my length. 

Leaning forward, I reached out to grab the pair of tits that hung below. I squeezed them, hard, like I'd always wanted to do to my last girlfriend but not been allowed. I squeezed until my hands were sore and I was sure I'd leave a bruise. I twisted the hard nipples, fucking slowly the whole time, then at an impulse I reared back and slapped the right tit. The cunt I was fucking tightened upon the impact, but nothing else happened. Nobody came in to stop me, and I was so fucking turned on. I slapped the left tit, with the same effect. Bolder now, I started slapping both tits freely, enjoying how they swung, and how the cunt I was in kept getting tighter and tighter as it tensed up. 

I fucked harder and harder, until I felt like I might cum again. I straightened up and looked down at my dick as it slammed into the stationary pussy. I suddenly thought that it would be a waste to not try the asshole as well, and I pulled out before I came. Lining my cock up with the tight pink asshole I pushed. I felt it open up and accept me, and I kept sinking in until I was balls deep. I gave a final thrust to make sure I couldn't get any further in, then I started fucking it in short, hard strokes. 

It felt so fucking good, so tight, and I loved not having to go slow or ask permission. This tight hole was mine, and I was going to get myself off in it however I liked. I grabbed the tits again, using them for leverage as I pounded harder and harder into the tight asshole, feeling it squeeze impossibly tight around me. Finally, with a loud yell, I came, pouring cum deep into the fuckhole. I felt my cock starting to soften, but I stayed inside until I was ready to slip out. I stood there, panting, my wet cock hanging between my legs, and I felt on top of the world. I slapped the woman's ass once, intending it as a victory slap, but then it turned into a dozen hard strokes on the ass and pussy, which I saw flinch. I stopped when I was good and ready, put my dick away, and went to rejoin my guide.



The Club Ch. 01







The Club Ch. 02



We all sat back for a few minutes to give Steven a moment to breathe and relax. I was still as hard as I could be, but knew that it wouldn't go un-noticed for long. From nowhere a barmaid appeared and offered all of us drinks and warm wet towels to refresh with. I noticed that she had brought like those that we had ordered earlier. I knew then that this club was a bit more than a normal orgy club. I wondered for a few moments what the dues were, but when you crawled up into my lap, I pushed my thoughts aside. 

You settled onto my cock easily as your juices were fairly running down your thighs. I knew that you were excited far more that normal and when I looked into your eyes, I saw a smoldering fire there. I eased down onto the couch a bit and could feel both Sharon and Steven's legs on mine. It didn't matter at this point very much. Your pussy was like a vice and I could feel your walls pulling on me as you rocked up and down.

Leaning a bit forward, you settled you face into my neck. "Someone is licking my ass and pussy baby." You whispered. I felt you shift a bit and hands spread my legs open. The mouth that was busy on your body dropped down and I felt a tongue swirling around my balls. It caused me to thrust higher up into you. This caused you to moan and tremble a bit. "Oh my god." You groaned. "They're pushing a finger into my ass now." Curiosity got the best of me and I had to look.

Sharon was the gifted mouth and Steven was working his finger deeper and deeper into your ass. This caused a definite reaction in my balls and I started thrusting deeper and deeper. You were moaning louder until it was almost a small scream. I watched closely as Steven shoved another finger into your ass and could even feel his fingers through the thin skin while I pumped into your pussy. It almost felt as though he was stroking my cock. This was overwhelming and I could feel my cock swelling more and more the closer I was to cumming.

Suddenly there were fingers at my ass as well. The best part of this was that I dint know who it was or cared for that matter. All I knew was that my ass was full with thrusting fingers; the fingers in your ass made your pussy very tight and I could feel fingers tickling my cock from inside you. I arched my back high into the air and started shooting my jism deep inside you. This caused you to scream into my ear and I knew that this was a huge orgasm for you too. I couldn't tell what was going on behind us exactly, but it felt as though there were hands, tongues and mouths everywhere. I lurched up into you over and over, emptying my cum deep inside your pussy. You wailed and moaned your way through along with me, slamming down as fast as you could. And to think that this was only the start of the night. 

We slowed down gradually and sometime during this I noticed that the fingers were gone. I could feel hands rubbing up and down my thighs and presumed that you did too. From time to time you would jump as you lay upon me trying to catch your breath. I noticed that all four of us were actually breathing hard and looked back at Steven and Sharon. Sharon was propped in Steven's lap, lightly caressing his cock and both were watching us.

"That was so awesome." Sharon sighed. "We haven't seen someone cum that hard together for a long time." She sighed again and leaned forward to kiss you on the thigh, then a little further and kissed mine. Steven was next and leaned over as well. I wasn't even the least surprised when he kissed you on the pussy, even though I was still buried inside you, but I was a bit taken back when he pulled my cock out and licked the length clean. He moved slightly to the side and Sharon started licking the juices off your pussy. I don't know how they both fit between our legs, but the mere touch of them was causing us both to jump.

"I think that it's time for the showers." Steven stated. I laughed and agreed because the room had gotten rather hot and we were all covered with cum, sweat and pussy juice. Sharon helped you to your feet first, allowing me to climb to mine as well. We grabbed our drinks and followed them to another hallway.

You could smell the baths before we got there. It smelled of flower gardens and you could almost see the steam in the air. Laughter and other sounds of pleasure met us as we entered. 

Honestly it reminded me of some sauna in a gym. There were benches strewn out through the room, tiles covered the floor, and you couldn't see across it. Vague shadows of other people could be seen, but certainly no details. We walked the short distance across and entered another door. Several more doors were on either side of a hallway and there were towels hung at each door.

Steven pulled me to the right and Sharon took you left. I wasn't real comfortable with leaving you, but you kissed me briefly with a smile and followed her in. Once inside, the air was much cooler and each wall of the small room had showerheads. Steven turned a knob just inside the room and the showers came to life. Taking a moment to adjust the temperature, he told me that usually they preferred that there was no sex in the showers. Everyone would be using them off and on and cleanliness was always a concern. I nodded and followed him in, grabbing a bar of soap and stepping into the refreshing spray.

I lathered rather quickly and it caused Steven to laugh a bit. "You're still nervous aren't you?" he asked. When I laughed and said yes, he stepped behind he and grabbed the soap from me. I was simply at a loss to do or say anything and stood there as he began soaping my back. "Relax, there is nothing that is going to happen unless you want it to." He was almost purring the words and I stifled another laugh. His hands did feel good though and I could feel the tension melting as he worked his fingers into my muscles. "Besides, if I know Sharon, your lady is getting the same treatment." I knew that he was right and decided to just go with this and see what happened.

When he pushed a bit harder, I reached up and wrapped my hands around the showerhead and leaned into the wall. I was wrong, his hands didn't feel good, they felt great. He was standing close enough that I could feel the heat of his body despite the water. He continued lathering and rubbing his way further down and when he reached my ass, I couldn't help but spreading my legs apart. You and I had bathed for so long together that I didn't even think about it. He must have not thought too much either because he ran his hands between my legs and wash my cock and balls too. Instinct was taking over and I was getting hard in spite of myself. He stroked my length for a bit, even though we both knew that I was clean and his hands were causing me to moan from time to time.

He moved his hand back to my shoulders and pull me around. Nudging me a bit and handing me the soap, we switched places. Not knowing what to expect, I simply began washing him as he had me. I used my hands almost roughly, knowing that I can massage a body with the best of them and he was the next to moan. "Feel good?" I leaned a bit closer and whispered to him that this was exciting, but I wasn't real sure what he would be able to expect from me. " Don't worry so much." He replied.

I washed him slowly, studying his body as I went. I use my fingertips to pry deep into his flesh, actually getting into the whole shower thing with him and forgot my surroundings a bit. As I kneaded lower and lower, he too spread his legs. I washed him almost perfunctorily and when I grabbed his cock, he too gasped. I rolled it a bit in my hand, concentrating more on the bathing part than anything. When he turned abruptly, I found myself almost on my knees and his cock staring me in the face.

I still wasn't sure of what I could do with him comfortably, so I stroked him a few more times then stood. As we were the same height, our cocks were level to each other and only a few inches of air separated them. He reached out and used mine to pull me closer. He then grabbed both our cocks and held them together, rubbing them slowly back and forth.

"You have been with a man before haven't you?" he asked. I nodded yes. "Then what is holding you back now?" I looked away and he released our cocks. I took a step or two back and leaned against the wall. I wasn't going to let him get the best of me and stared him straight in the face.

"I've never been with a man and a woman like this before. I love my wife and there hasn't been anyone else. I haven't wanted anyone else." He nodded and said that he understood. "But you know that they are doing the same thing we are don't you?" he asked. It was my turn to nod yes.

He stepped towards me and when I held my hand up, he stepped up to it, letting it touch his chest. "So are you afraid that you're betraying her, or are you afraid that you'll betray yourself?" I could only stare at him while I thought of his question. It was neither actually. I was more interested in you and I doing this together and told him so. He laughed for a moment and then said that my answer was cool enough and a nice surprise seeing someone so dedicated. "No more pressure I promise." He told me and turned back to the shower to rinse off. I stepped back up towards him and helped rinse the lather from his back. We stayed in the stream for a bit when he leaned back into me. I wasn't offended at all and wrapped my arms around his waist. There was no doubt that he could feel my hardness against him. He probably even knew that I was interested but had drawn a small line.

"We could always sneak over and see what they are doing." I giggled. He laughed too and broke away from me. "C'mon then and let me show you something about the other showers." I looked at him curiously and he only grinned harder. We quickly turned the water off and stepped out of the room.

We crossed the narrow hallway and stepped into the room down from the one you and Sharon were in. What I saw then was unbelievable. The showers on this side of the wall only had walls that went just so far up. The rest was all open. We peered over and there were you and Sharon washing each other down just as Steven and I had been. 

Both of you were standing as close as two people could and your hands were roaming all over each other. You both had you legs wedge between each other and were sliding up and down each other's thighs slowly. What excited me most was that you were kissing each other passionately. I stepped up closer to the wall and Steven reached over and turned the showers on. As the water started heating up, he stepped up next to me and reached out to grab onto my cock. You looked up at the sound of the water and saw me standing there.

You stared at me with pure lust in your eyes. What ever Sharon was doing to you must have been good. You mouth to me, asking me if I was having fun and I nodded. You glanced at Steven then and mouthed "thank you" to him. That done, you centered your attention back to Sharon, your hands trailing down her sides and then one disappearing between the two of you. I could hear Sharon moan at your touch and almost involuntarily I grinded into the wall of the shower. "What about the no sex rule?" I whispered to Steven. He grabbed my cock a bit tighter.

"I said that they preferred that we didn't, we never said that we couldn't." He chuckled and stepped behind me, pushing me closer to the wall. He hand was slowly pumping up and down the length of my cock and I couldn't help but to moan. He stepped closer and I could feel his cock behind me. I reached for it and started pumping it while watching you.

"Is this close enough to her now?" He asked. I was beside myself and couldn't answer him at all. You and Sharon were kissing more urgently and I knew that both of you were pumping your fingers into each other. Sharon's free hand was wrapped around you, holding you close and I could see your hand at her ass, squeezing it and slapping it lightly. Steven pushed closer to me until I had to pull my hand from him. His cock lay between my legs now and I could feel it pulsing with excitement. I was almost at the point of surrendering completely when he pulled away and dropped to his knees.

You had been watching and knew what was happening. I couldn't believe the desire that I saw in your eyes. Slowly, you started easing your way to the floor as well. It was almost as if you and Steven could see each other. When you reached her hips, your knees touching the tiles, I felt Steven's breath on my cock. I spread my legs at the same time Sharon did. His hand sought out my balls as his lips brushed my cock. I felt it jump into his mouth just as you buried a finger into her ass and planted you face into her pussy. A long and guttural growl parted my lips and I spread my legs wider for him.

You wrapped your other hand around her ass and pulled her close. From the way the she threw her head back, I knew that you had found her clit. Her cries confirmed my thoughts just as Steven sucked almost my whole length into his mouth. He snuck a hand further between my legs and easily pushed two fingers into my ass. Although I had orgasmed just a short while ago, this was too much excitement and I knew that I would be coming quickly.

I watched closely, humping my cock into his mouth gently as you pistoned your fingers into her. Her cries were getting louder by the second and added to my excitement. I had never seen you this way and was amazed. She spread her legs suddenly and I could see that you hand almost your whole hand in her pussy. She was working her legs furiously, trying to help you as you rammed into her deeper and deeper. I caught myself thrusting into Stevens's mouth almost at the same pace. I looked down at him and whispered that he had to see this. With a plop, he released my cock and stood back behind me. He hand wrapped back around my cock and I reached between my legs and pulled him closer so that I could stroke him as well. His cock was rubbing between my legs as he started thrusting into my hand. I was so tempted to see if I could take him, but the excitement was too much. All four of us were moaning and sighing as the pleasure began to over come us. 

As I watched you make this wild woman scream through a shattering orgasm, my legs started to buck and I started shooting my cum all over the shower stall floor. Steven stifled a roar and started arcing his cum between my legs and it joined my cream on the floor. You dropped a hand down between your own legs and in only a few strokes you too were ripping through an intense orgasm. We all were shaking and moaning for what seemed an eternity. 

Slowly, Steven and I parted from each other, blushing and chuckling as we realized that the both of you were watching. You stood and walked over to the wall that separated us. A small smile was playing across your lips.

"What was that all about?" I could only shrug and smile back at you, my face still very red. "We didn't get to watch you at all, damned wall. What was he doing back there?" Your questions were rapid-fire and still all I could do was shrug.

"Well, I think that you two owe us now." Sharon joined in. She had walked up behind you and was stroking your ass slowly up and down. "Why don't we all go to the sauna for a bit and relax?" Steven and I nodded. 



The Club Ch. 02



After a few minutes of sucking on my cock, Annie had it fully erect. She removed her mouth and said, "Looks like you are ready for some more."

"I don't know, I think it will take a lot for me to come," I warned.

She began stroking my cock with her right hand, "That's just what I had in mind." Seeing my puzzled face, she continued, "A lot is just what I had in mind." She smiled and walked over to her purse, returning with a small tube.

"That's lubricant? You were plenty wet, what will you need that for?"

"Have you ever fucked on the dark side?" she asked me.

"The dark side?"

"The dirt highway, the arse you ass."

Her smile convinced me she was kidding. Kidding about calling me an ass, not about the other. "No, I have never..."

"Oh my, I get to take your virginity in a way."

"Does that really count?"

"For me it does. Damn, this is going to be fun."

Carrying the lubricant, she led me into another room. Once inside, I looked around. The lights were very bright and in a mirror I saw our reflection. We were nude still very nude, kneeling on a bed. Looking back from the mirror I looked closely at her face and in the bright light I noticed for the first time the slight bags and just a touch of crow's feet at her eyes. I guess most of her makeup wore off during her heated activities during the evening.

She was kneeling, so I quickly took the lube and rubbed in on my cock and then began moving closer to her. I grabbed her hips, squeezing the soft skin as I pulled her back to me. Feeling my cock brushing her ass, I wiggled a little, fixing it between her cheeks.

"Go slowly now, I need to relax a bit before I can comfortably take you," she said, looking back over her shoulder. "Lean forward a bit, just enough to slip it in, then I'll move back to you."

Leaning forward I pushed myself into her, feeling it open to me. She began to lean back onto me as she opened more. She kept coming until I seemed to hit something with my penis.

In a moment her sphincter relaxed and she continued backing onto me. I paused, waiting for her to tell me what to do. I felt her continue to slide back onto me until I was a little over half in. She then moved forward and then slid back on me, faster this time. I then began to mover with her, feeling her tight opening slide back and forth over my cock.

The feeling was like nothing I had experienced before. Though it was not as soft and liquid as when I was in her pussy, I could feel the slide of the lubricant. The muscles were much tighter, more forceful against me and as she moved forward away from me, I felt it squeeze my cock, trying to expel me. When I pushed back into her it opened again to me.

In a few moments she groaned, "Come on now, fuck me, fuck me in the ass."

Her words ignited me and I began to quickly thrust and withdraw, but building speed with every dive into her. Her ass squeezed so tightly around my cock, it drove me nuts. I grabbed her hips and pulled her, pushing deeper and deeper.

I heard her come and paused, feeling her ass squeeze as she pulsed in her orgasm. I kept myself deep in her as I paused, afraid to fall out. As I felt her orgasm subside, I continued my motion.

I pushed now faster and faster until finally I came. It was incredible, my cock seemed to explode into her ass, dumping spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum deep inside her. I grabbed her hips and pulled, trying to get so deep into her. The tight squeeze on my shaft was so intense, I never wanted to pull out of her.

She turned around and I took her face in my hands and kissed her... just kissed her. We lay together for a while and then she let me to a shower, where we washed and dried each other. After getting dressed, I drove her home, where, instead of simply kissing her goodnight, I followed her in and spent the first of many nights to come with her. 



The Club Ch. 02



Lilly was running through the dense brushwood of an unknown dark forest. She couldn't see her chasers; but they were close, very close! It was only a matter of seconds until they would catch her. Their footsteps came nearer and she tried to run even faster, although she could barely see further than a few meters. She ducked under an old, splintered tree and made a sharp turn to the right in a desperate attempt to cover her tracks. Lilly did neither know where she was, nor who was following her; but she had to flee no matter the cost. Still running blindly she turned her head frightfully and tripped over a large root with her very next step. She fell flat onto soft moss and held her breath, but they still drew nearer. Any moment they would capture their prey and there was nothing she could do anymore. But suddenly there was somebody else, directly in front of her. She didn't dare to look up, but whoever it was - he was on her side and somehow he seemed to scare off her chasers. 

"You can stand up, my cutie. They are gone."

His voice had a strange sound, unusually deep and muffled. She opened her eyes and looked up into the glowing eyes of a huge black animal. She wanted to ask a many questions, but all Lilly could say was,

"You can talk?"

The animal came closer and she recognized him as a big feline, one of the saber-tooth cats of Teldrassil. He exposed his fangs and purred,

"Surely, my little female. And now that you are safe, we will mate!"

Lilly tried to crawl backwards, away from the prowling animal; but she couldn't move. 

"I'm not your female! I'm a gnome!"

Lilly screamed and tried to push the panther's snout away only to realize that she had paws instead of hands. The panther was panting excitedly and licked her face.

"Of course you are my female. And I can smell you're in heat!"

Lilly screamed again and woke with a start. She sat up straight in her bed, panting and sweating, grapping her blanket firmly with her very gnomish hands. Rays of sunlight shone through the window onto her bed, blinding her, so that Lilly assumed that it was already quite late in the morning. Usually she woke up early but since Jareth had carried her aching body home from the club three nights ago, everything had changed. It seemed like she had been screaming in her dream because only seconds later the door to her room opened, and Kelsey came inside with a worried look on her face.

"Are you ok, Lilly? Did you have a nightmare?"

They had not spoken much since her kitty-night, let alone about the incident itself. But even when she was not sleeping, Lilly thought about the feral druid all the time. She had to talk about it to someone. And so she looked at Kelsey and murmured,

"Want to make an educated guess what it was about?"

Kelsey stared at her and blushed. 

"I... uh... I mean, yes, probably about this nasty druid,"

Kelsey stuttered.

"They should really lock him away!"

she added and nodded eagerly,

"He was way too rough to you."

Even Lilly herself was surprised when she heard her own reply,

"It was not his fault! The elves and gnomes provoked him to do me so brutally."

Finally she had said what was going through her mind for the last two days. The more she pondered on what had happened that night the less she reproached the druid. On the contrary - she caught herself smiling when she remembered the soft touch of his warm silken fur. Kelsey stared at her wide-eyed and eventually began to grin mischievously, asking most casually,

"So you will meet him again? I heard he is still lying in front of the fireplace every evening, waiting for a particular gnome."

Lilly thought about it a little too long to let her "No, of course not!" sound believable and climbed out of her bed. Kelsey decided not to dwell on the subject for now and left the room to prepare breakfast. She had hardly left the room when Lilly's right hand briefly slipped into her pajamas to find her pussy quite wet. 

"What is wrong with me?"

Lilly murmured to herself and followed her friend to the kitchen. The druid had more or less raped her; and although the elves seemed to have been right about that she could take him without permanent damage, during those minutes she had endured excruciating pain. Nevertheless, some part of her seemed to long for another encounter with the huge feral; and she had no idea why. 

Two hours later Lilly had finally made her decision: She would find the druid and talk to him. Although she had only seen him in his feline shape so far, she knew very well that he was a night-elf. Lilly wanted to know what he thought about their first encounter; and when she kindly asked him, he surely wouldn't deny her the chance to talk to him in his elfish shape. Only one problem remained: She would have to return to the club which meant another confrontation with all those naughty elves. 

Lilly left Kelsey's and Jareth's house silently in the early afternoon, hoping that the druid was already there. The entrance to the vaults was again guarded by the very same two elfish sentinels Lilly had tricked the last time to get inside. They smiled and to Lilly's relief let her pass without any comments. She almost ran the spiral path downwards and soon reached the door to the huge room where she had endured her worst hours. Somebody had fixed a signpost on the door, and she would have passed if it didn't show the drawings of a gnome and a kitty-druid on top of many tiny letters. Surprisingly it was at eye level for her which was more than unusual for anything on Teldrassil for a gnome. Lilly stopped and stared at the sign, reading it carefully:

[b]Guidelines for gnome-druid-encounters[/b]

[i]Information for the gnome:[/i]

- We want to encourage our smaller members to try out the pleasures of the holy union between humanoid and feral.

- Please note that feral druids are NOT tender elfish males in a costume, but elfish souls in a feline body with strong, wild instincts.

- Don't show interest in intimacy unless you want to stay the course. Once a female proves that she is "in heat", it is a male cat's duty to fulfill her needs. And he will do that thoroughly even when you change your mind in the process.

[i]Information for the druid:[/i]

- Although gnomes appear to be a little too tight, it has been proven that they can adapt - especially when you give them some time to adjust.

- Don't be afraid to hurt them. Crying and screaming is totally normal and not a sign that you might do anything wrong.

- Follow your instincts for the best experience for both of you.

Lilly read the sign three times and giggled in the end. It was not hard to imagine why it had been put there. She opened the door quietly and slipped inside. She turned immediately toward the fireplace but there was nobody lying. Two elfish women were talking in the middle of the room and fell silent when they saw the gnome. Lilly was not sure if those two had been present last time and seen her humilation, but surprisingly she didn't care anymore; she wanted to see the druid! She made a step toward the elves where one of the two knelt down and said,

"The priest told us that you would come back. She wants to talk to you at the druids' glade. Please follow the path behind this door to get there,"

pointing at one of the doors in the back of the room. Lilly was quite surprised by this information and hesitated.

"Actually, I wanted to see the druid, not an elfish priest. Will I see him on this glade, too?"

The elf smiled and nodded,

"He is here every night, don't worry. And I promise you will like the priest as well."

Lilly shrugged and complied. "Druids' glare" sounded promising enough and she was a little curious what this priest wanted to tell her. The tunnel behind the mentioned door was steeply rising and soon she saw daylight again. The place the path was leading her had to be near Darnassus, but she had never seen it before. It seemed to be well hidden, surrounded by high dense bushes on every side. However, the evening sun illuminated soft grass and a small lake nearby fairly. Several feral druids were lying close to the water, slumbering peacefully. Lilly stared at them, trying vainly to find the particular one.

"You have to be Lilly. He's not here yet, but usually arrives at sunset."

sounded a gnomish voice on Lilly's left. She turned around and beheld the strangest gnome she had ever seen. The girl was sitting alone at a counter, which was carved out of a big root, sipping at a cocktail-glass. The funny thing was her cloths, because she wore a long robe in the same colors like the priests' at the Temple of the Moon. An elfish male, who was cleaning empty glasses, withdrew politely and left them alone. Lilly drew nearer and took a seat directly next to the other gnome, examining her curiously.

"Who are you?"

asked Lilly. The other gnome giggled and handed Lilly a glass with Moonberry Fizz.

"Lucy, first gnomish priestess of Elune. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. But the way more important question I want to answer you, is why you came back."

Lilly looked at her skeptically, but Lucy immediately went on.

"As far as I heard, you had a little accident with a particular feline three days ago. You, probably unknowingly, provoked him; and some elves and gnomes had to make sure that you satisfied him properly. Rumors say you were quite unrelaxed and had a rough time. And yet you returned. Do you know, why?"

Lilly stared at the priestess wide-eyed and slowly shook her head. Lucy smiled again, took another sip and continued after a brief pause.

"Including you, there are three gnomish women up to today who had sex with a feral druid. And they all acquired a taste, not to say a seemingly unquenchable craving for those fluffy males. Even though it is at least for the untrained gnomish woman quite painful to be stretched that far by a horny animal, gnomes can't get enough once they tried it. My suspicion is that the kitty seed has an unforeseen effect on our bodies. Even druids confirm that once a gnome has been "kittied", from that day she somehow keeps emitting the inviting scent of a female cat in heat when she gets aroused."

Lilly jumped to her feet and made a step back, shaking and trembling.

"Do you mean, no matter whether I stop ... it ... or not, I will keep somehow addicted to feral druids and make them horny?"

Lucy shrugged and added with a mischievous grin,

"I have no idea. So far, none of us has tried to abstain from felines after our first encounter. My druid humps me every day and I love it."

She stood up as well, took Lilly's right hand and purred, stroking it gently,

"I promise it won't hurt that much when you really want it."

Lilly whimpered silently,

"But I'm not here to do that again. I only want to talk to him as soon as he is in his elfish shape."

The priestess looked in her eyes and sighed,

"Unfortunately that will be difficult. He is a very young druid and managed to shift into a feline for the first time only weeks ago. Druids in apprenticeship are supposed to stay that way as much as possible for at least six months to get used to their new body. And they are encouraged to mate a lot."

Lucy giggled naughtily.

"This way they learn faster how the feline body works. Oh, by the way, that's another reason why he was so rough with you. He is still unable to cope with all those feeling and animalistic instincts. But he will learn."

Lilly blushed and looked down at her feet,

"I see. So it really wasn't his fault. What shall I do?"

Lucy caressed her cheek and whispered,

"That is your choice. He will probably arrive here within the next minutes. And let me tell you one more thing: When he is not aroused he can think quite clearly. He understood that he might have hurt you and is inconsolable about it. It would be very nice of you if you comforted him a little bit. Tell him that you like him! And perhaps... you want to try it once more? This time a little more relaxed and voluntary?"

Lucy murmured the last sentences seductively into Lilly's left ear,

"Believe me, kitty-sex is the best thing in the world. I already get wet when I only think about my druid's cock and how he stretches me up to my womb."

Lilly gasped and held Lucy's hand firmly.

"But... it hurts so badly. His cock is too huge and he even pushed this knot-thing inside of me last time."

She stared at the other druids lying at the edge of the little lake. They looked even bigger than usually that evening, and she was sure that they were watching her. Lucy purred, stroking Lilly's right arm.

"Oh, I know. I had to learn how to take my druid's as well." 

The priestess waved at the druids and one of them answered her with a cute, well-behaved purring, turning his fluffy ears toward the gnomes to listen to the next words of Lucy.

"Now I love the feeling when the tip of my druid's member pries my cervix open. All those little bumps rub my pussy, the knot seals me off and he fills me to the brim. Close your eyes and think about it. Imagine his wonderful kitty-cum gushing inside your womb with high pressure. Your druid will be shaking and whining like a helpless little cub. The huge animal will be devoted to you, obedient to the warmth and tightness of your pussy demanding his services."

Lilly closed her eyes and held her breath, about to reply when they heard the bushes rustling. Another druid came into view from the thick forests on the left, and Lilly froze in place. Even before she opened her eyes she knew it was him. She stared at her druid and he stared back. Both seemed unable to move until Lucy giggled and make a step toward the panther.

"Oh, come on. Don't be so shy! I told you she would return."

The druid meowed silently and sidled slowly up to Lilly, obviously afraid to scare her. But his female didn't run away. Eventually he was so close that his snout touched Lilly's robe. Lilly looked at the gnomish priestess, who was nodding encouraging. She took a deep breath and murmured silently,

"Soooo... you're a druid in training, right?"

Lilly reached out with her right hand and touched his fluffy head.

"I know that you didn't want to hurt me. You just followed your instincts. You are really a strong male!"

The druid smiled, relieved and very happy about the return of his female. Pondering on his first gnome-humping with doubts and self-reproaches he had not mated ever since. But the relief for his tightly filled balls seemed close! He inhaled her scent and purred deeply, because his gnome was clearly in heat!

Lilly was torn between running away from the scary animal and her strange desire to be close to him. The priest was probably right - indeed, the druid had some strange effect on her. She wanted to touch him, feel him. But what if he lost control and hurt her again? She made a step back and took a look at his belly. The furry sheath still hid his member, and to her own surprise she was a little disappointed. Perhaps it wasn't THAT big at all, and she had just been unprepared? What was she thinking... 

Lilly blushed and looked up again quickly; but both Lucy and the druid had seen her glimpse. The gnomish priestess grinned and knelt down next to the panther. Calming the druid with hushed words she began massaging his sheath unscrupulously in front of Lilly's eyes. The druid's claws dug deep into the forest's soil. He was panting excitedly and immediately his member pushed out of the protecting fur, growing rapidly. 

"You're a nice kitty, right? Your female wants to see your wonderful cock,"

purred Lucy, and with her free hand she pulled Lilly down on her knees.

"Your druid is exceptionally well hung. No wonder he made you cry the first time. Come on, touch it. Do you see these little bumps on the surface?"

Her fingertips were circling around them carefully.

"They are really hard. What an awesome cock - you are very lucky to have such a gifted male to please you." 

Lilly whimpered. She wanted to stand up and run away, but just couldn't take her eyes from the feline cock. The mere size made clear that there was no way to take it without severe pain - no matter how relaxed she was. The tip was shining wet and started dripping precum onto the grass. Lucy had stopped jerking him now that his cock was almost completely visible. The knot was not yet swollen but Lilly was already frightened enough and whispered,

"What are you doing? You make him horny and he will probably insist on mating now."

"Oh, our new female wants to play again with her cat?"

A soft elfish voice came from behind Lilly and big hands pulled off her robe. Lilly had no idea how long the elf had been watching, but realized immediately that she was trapped once again. The druid purred deeply and licked Lilly's now revealed tits while Lucy removed her panties. 

"No, please, not again. I beg you!"

Lilly whimpered frightened, but the gnomish priestess answered her by pushing two of her fingers deep inside of her pussy, drawing a lustful moan from Lilly's lips.

"Wow, you are soaking wet. I didn't expect you to be so horny since your first time was so rough. My theory about the effect of feline cum on gnomes has to be true."

Lucy spread her fingers inside of Lilly's trembling cunt and continued in a most casual voice,

"I can't wait to see if you'll have an orgasm this time. I bet you will - eventually. But you are really too tight! You should practice with toys or a nice little fisting from time to time."

Another night-elf joined them and knelt down next to the opposed flank of the panther. This one was a male and both he and the female elf on the other side each grabbed one of Lilly's legs. Lucy removed her fingers from their victim's pussy and allowed the druid to lick Lilly's sweet juices from her hand. Lilly was pushed beneath the druid's belly on her back and her legs were pulled far apart. 

"Just lift her up to the right height. It's too difficult for him without help until he gets more practice."

Lucy told the elves; and they complied with the gnomish priest's orders. Lilly was fidgeting desperately but stood no chance against the two strong elves. They pulled her up until she felt the druid's soft fur on her sensitive skin, and they placed her pussy directly at the tip of the dripping kitty-cock.

"Ok, now just hold her! Let him penetrate her by himself; he has to learn."

said Lucy and bowed down, smiling at Lilly. 

"Don't worry; you know you can take him. He was so sad that you left last time. Make him happy!"

The druid meowed pleased as he finally felt the warmth and tightness of the gnomish pussy he had missed so much. He really wanted to enter her carefully this time, spare her the pain; but that feeling on the tip of his cock let the instincts boil over inside of his young mind once again. He growled menacingly and pushed forward hard. Lilly's pussy was forced open violently; the rough bumps rubbed at her heavily stretched pussy-lips and the pointy tip bored into the sensitive flesh of the part of her cunt deep inside that still tried to resist the brutal penetration. Tears were running down Lilly's face; and she was sobbing pitifully. But the first jets of his precum flooding her pussy had a strange effect. Her lower body began to feel hot, trembling in anticipation of more. 

"That's it; you're a good female. Don't fight him. His balls are so hard; he has to finish this."

It was the female elf who spoke again. And Lilly really stopped her pointless resistance; her hands were grabbing the feline's fur. The druid felt like in heaven. Already his first thrust granted the bigger part of his cock a hot and tight embrace, and he knew what to do. All prudence was forgotten. He pulled back, giving her pussy another intense massage from the hard bumps and pushed forward again with all his feral might. Lilly was screaming at the top of her lungs; but the panther had learnt that this was the gnome's way and didn't care anymore anyway. Another centimeter of his cock was buried inside the sweet tightness of the little female, and there were yet some more to come. The knot was growing slowly, already visibly larger than the rest of his cock and briefly later the swollen bulge was slapping against her overstrained little hole, trying to get inside as well. Lucy was watching the show fascinated. That young druid was enviably well equipped and obviously had the time of his life. He was drooling and panting; and his tail was waggling happily in the rhythm of his quick and tormenting thrusts. Lucy turned around toward her own druid, who was still lying amongst the other panthers at the lake and watching no less amused than she was. She purred and lifted the seam of her robe provokingly. They would have their own fun afterwards. Meanwhile Lilly's raw pussy was leaking with kitty-precum. Her stiff nipples were red as well from the rubbing of the cat's fur. The poor gnome's abused cunt felt like it was on fire, yet through all the pain her own body betrayed her. Her pussy was trembling and hotter than ever, giving the druid a wonderful massage like that of a female cat encouraging a proper impregnation. With the next cruel thrust the hard pointy tip forced entry into her cervix and the still not completely swollen knot disappeared inside of the gnome's pussy. 




The Club Ch. 02



The druid growled again and rested briefly to enjoy the intense squeeze the tight female granted his member. A considerable amount of precum splashed into Lilly's womb and took the little female's breath. She still felt the excruciating pain of the bestial cock abusing her body, but suddenly it didn't seem to matter anymore. An unknown warmth and sensation filled her; she wanted more of him. 

Lucy knew what was happening and asked casually,

"Shall we ask him to stop, Lilly? Is mean, if it's too uncomfortable..."

Lilly squeaked helplessly. It was a cruel humiliation, getting raped by an animal in public. But she heard her own voice moaning,

"No, keep going. Do me, kitty!"

"That's the spirit. You heard your female, pound her senseless."

giggled the female elf and the panther complied. It took Lilly some time to realize that she had taken his whole cock. The knot swelled inside of her pussy to a size bigger than that of a gnomish fist. The pressure was applied directly to her g-spot; but only when the panther resumed humping and pulled back, she understood that he was balls-deep. He pulled hard, stretching the little hole that tried to hold him inside further and further, but Lilly resisted. With all her might she made her pussy tight. She remembered very well how it felt when the panther was allowed to pull his gigantic knot out. Last time he had just kept fucking her, ramming the knot inside of her each and every time. However, the far bigger motive to lock him in was that by now Lilly enjoyed the pressure inside her overstrained pussy. She craved for the feline cock, for his trembling, for the unceasing stream of his juices. She could even feel his heartbeat.

The supporting elves were giggling naughtily. They still held her ankles firmly, ensuring the druid his way with the tiny female. Eventually the panther purred deeply and accepted the tie. He repositioned his hind-legs close to the whimpering gnome's thighs and continued thrusting once again. He couldn't get his cock out of her anymore, but there was enough space to enjoy the tightness a little longer. His balls were already twitching when he moved his knot inside of the little cunt forth and back.

Lilly screamed and grabbed his forepaws with her hands. The knot massaged her most sensitive spot vigorously. Each and every little bump on the whole length tickled and stimulated her with the pointy tip poking into her womb. It was far more than she could bear, more intense than anything she could have imagined. Still screaming she came in seemingly endless waves. Her pussy tightened even more, milking the animal's cock; and the druid immediately joined in.

Several days without relief ended in a furious growl when sticky kitty-cum splashed against the back of the tiny gnome's womb, filling her up. He was like in an unceasing fury, rubbing his spurting cock inside of her with bestial rage. And his tiny prey's body was jerking in tainted harmony. 

The two elves loosened their grip and backed off; but the druid's hard member was easily holding Lilly's pelvis up. Her womb was not only full but already slightly bloated with his seed; but the excessive kitty-cum could not run out with her pussy sealed off so well.

Lilly didn't know if it were only seconds or hours until the druid calmed down, still tied to her. She opened her eyes and saw the naughty grin of the priestess Lucy.

"This time you won't leave him, right? I knew you'd acquire a taste for your wild male."

Lilly didn't answer, but the expression on her sweaty face spoke for her. From the corner of her eye she saw the other druid approaching gently. He was heading directly for Lucy and obviously in the mood of mating as well. Lucy didn't see him coming since she was occupied petting Lilly's male, praising him for his good job until her own druid prodded his priestess with his nose and licked her cheek.

"Oh, you don't want to wait anymore?"

giggled Lucy, seeing his swollen cock. She undressed quickly and went on all fours just like a horny kitten with her ass held up compliantly. 

"Come on, Tharion. Show our new friend how it's done without help!"

Lilly had the perfect view from beneath her own cat and witnessed the brief wince and pleasured moaning of the priestess when the druid called Tharion mounted her and immediately began humping the gnome vigorously. Lucy had not lied; she was really one of those few gnomes fucking with panthers. Lilly watched the bestial act and her own pussy tightened in response, gripping her own druid's knot firmly again which was by now on the verge of slipping out. 

Lucy was really used to the brutal treatment. Tharion used her like an animal, and she loved it. The priestess was moaning and screaming in pleasure,

"Uh, yes! Breed me, Tharion. Give me a nice litter!"

Lilly's druid didn't watch since he was more than occupied with his own feelings. The swelling of his knot subsided slowly, and eventually his tiny female slid down, giving him a little more space for cum since his balls were still not completely unloaded into his brimmed female. Lilly felt the bumps caressing her oversensitive pussy-walls for a last time, and finally her buttocks touched ground. The druid's cock left the raw little hole, sprung back to his furry belly; and three last spurts of sticky kitty cum splattered over Lilly's belly and tits. A viscous stream leaked out of her gaping hole and formed a puddle in the grass between her thighs.

Tharion was still abusing his priestess with brute force. Lilly watched and smiled. She touched the warm cum on her tits with her right hand and licked it off. It tasted sweet and enticing. She purred and giggled when Lucy came, shaking and panting. Tharion was not done with his female for a long time yet. She had touched the other druid and deserved an exhaustive reminder who her male was. 

Lilly's druid meowed peacefully and made a step forward on top of his gnome. His dripping and still swollen cock dangled in front of Lilly's face; and without any hesitation she opened her mouth and gave his member the treatment he deserved after his good job. His second gnome-fuck ended in his very first blowjob as a feline. It was like an unspoken agreement that she would stay with him when her tongue played with the sensitive pointy tip, her soft lips caressed the little bumps she could reach and the last drips of his cum were swallowed with pleasure.



The Club Ch. 02



I would never in a million years have imagined myself taking a job like this. I was brought up in a nice family, went to a nice school, and was going to a nice university when I was recruited. My father had lost his job, and the financial help had stopped; I was desperate to stay in school, but I couldn't pay for it anymore. That was when the recruiter stepped in. She saw me coming out of the financial aid office at my university, my eyes still wet, and she offered to buy me a coffee. She introduced herself as Jane, and said she had had the same problems a couple of years back; then she offered me a solution. 

I showed up at the appointed time to a huge mansion just outside of downtown. I entered by a side door, after a machine outside read my thumbprint. Jane met me inside and offered a tour- she showed me huge banquet rooms, a large spa, formal dining rooms and offices, a games room, and then she took me through a network of dimly lit tunnels to the strangest place I had ever seen in my life. It was an oddly shaped room with many alcoves, and a central large bathtub and rack of fluffy towels. There were a few women milling around it, nude, chatting casually amongst themselves. I didn't notice the others at first; they blended in to the room like furniture. 

Suddenly, a light flashed, and one of the girls followed it back to an alcove. Jane whispered conspiratorially, "She always jumps the cue, she loves it here."

I watched as the girl stood patiently by, waiting. After a few minutes the two women switched places, and the one who had been in the alcove came and slipped into the tub. I looked at Jane inquisitively as another light flashed. She grabbed my hand and led me to it. A girl was positioned, nude, bent forward over a padded bench, and was pressing her bare pussy towards a hole in the wall. She was straining with effort, her hands gripping handles on the front of the bench, as if she was being pushed hard from the other side. Suddenly she sighed, disentangled herself and walked away, without so much as looking at us. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing; Jane had slipped herself into the space that the other girl had occupied, and was pressing her bare pussy back towards the open hole. 

"Sometimes you'll be here for ages, waiting- I usually bring a book to read on slow nights. But then sometimes-"

She stopped talking and tensed; somebody had entered her, roughly. She pushed a small red button on the side of the bench she was on, and used the handles to push herself back towards the cock that was now pounding into her with abandon. Her whole body shook with the impact, and she was concentrating hard on keeping herself in place. I could hear faint slapping sounds with each impact, and a small masculine grunt. The thrusts grew erratic and then stopped- Jane held herself still as the man behind her groaned loudly. A few softer thrusts later she was finished, and a new girl had appeared to take her place. She climbed out as soon as the curtain closed and the new girl slid in immediately. 

I followed Jane as she made her way to the tub in the middle of the room and casually washed the man's cum out. I couldn't believe that people actually did this for a living!

"It's a bit strange at first, just being a hole for men to get off in," She said. "But two nights a week here is putting me through school, and it's perfectly safe- everybody is checked for STI's on the way in. They don't even notice it happening, the thumbprint machine just makes a tiny scratch- a wonder of modern technology."

I was equally repulsed and intrigued; the feminist in me thought that it was disgusting the way these girls were treated like meat, but my pussy was sopping wet after the display of submission. And they were clearly being compensated well, I reasoned. 

"Is your pussy waxed, or furry?" Jane asked, breaking my line of thought. 

"Waxed bare." I answered without thinking. 

"Perfect. Would you like to try it out and see how you like it?"

"I... I don't know." I said, suddenly wary. My upbringing told me to run away and not look back, but my pussy had given a little jump when she had suggested it, and I was already picturing myself bent over in front of one of the ubiquitous little curtains.  

A light went on near us, pointing the way towards a woman who was contorted awkwardly with her knees up beside her ears. She was being fucked slowly and gently, hardly moving at all. I looked up towards the curtain and could see through just a sliver of the space, to where a small and wrinkly penis was dipping in to her wet pussy. I imagined a very old man, one who hadn't been laid in years, enjoying every last minute of it. We watched for what seemed like ages as the fucking slowly sped up to a moderate rhythm, then stopped. The man held himself still as his little cock slowly dribbled out it's watery load of cum. When the curtain finally closed, the girl pulled herself out with some handles and stood slowly, rubbing her legs. 

"Old bugger took ages," She mumbled, "I can barely feel my hamstrings."

"Now's your chance," Said Jane in a conspiratorial tone of voice. "This is one of the naughtiest spots, you're completely vulnerable. Most girls love it."

She gestured towards the open spot, and after a moment of hesitation I pulled off my dress and underwear and was sliding myself in. I found handles just below me to pull my pussy right up to the curtain, the bar above my head pulling my thighs tight against me. I felt a pull in my muscles already, and sympathized with the girl who had spent so long here. 

At first nothing happened. I waited patiently for the first few minutes, then my mind began to wander. I imagined who might open the curtain, what it might feel like, if they would be rough or gentle. I wasn't sure which I wanted. My pussy was dripping wet, but I couldn't touch it in the position I was in. Anyway, I suspected that I was not encouraged to- my enjoyment was not really the goal. I was still marveling at my decision to climb in and wondering how I would feel when the curtain was suddenly whisked open. I pushed the button to call a new girl as I'd been shown, and no sooner had I done it than a huge and ramrod hard cock slid itself into my pussy. 

It made a few insistent thrusts, working its way in balls deep and holding, pressing hard. I could feel the cock head pressing hard on my cervix, left vulnerable in this position, and my whole pussy was stretched tight around the thick member. I had never had a cock this big, and was marveling at how full I felt when the man attached to it slapped me hard on the ass. I tensed up reflexively, and he started to pound into me with all his weight. I had to hold on to the handles for dear life as my open and vulnerable hole was rammed by this huge monster of a cock. Each thrust nearly knocked the air out of me, and it felt like my pussy was being stretched deeper and wider each time he slammed in. I could feel every thick vein rubbing on my walls, and the head battering at the entrance to my womb. I was completely overwhelmed. 

After only a minute or so of this intense, raw fucking, the man held himself still and came deep inside me with a hoarse yell. I could feel the huge cock pulsing in me as it shot cum inside my stretched and widened hole. The cum made me feel even wetter and more slippery, and when the man pulled out of me I felt it drool out of my aching hole. As soon as he closed the curtain I pulled myself out and fell to my knees on the floor. I reached down to feel my pussy, and my fingers found my clit. After I barely brushed it I started cumming, harder than ever before in my life. My other hand found my gaping hole and pressed inside, and as I bore down on it I could feel myself spraying liquid all over the floor. I felt completely depraved but I didn't care, I was in a completely depraved place, cumming and cumming and cumming as I humped wildly on my own hands. 

After I calmed down I went to the basin and cleaned myself off with a fresh towel, and found a chair and sat down, still completely dazed. I couldn't believe what I'd done- I let a complete stranger, somebody whose face I didn't even see, cum in my bare pussy. And what's more, I'd liked it. I should have felt disgusted, but I felt like I had just discovered the most wonderful secret; I loved being fucked like that, raw and hard, and I could do it for a living. Suddenly I knew, completely clearly, what I wanted to do with my life- let men use me like a whore, and become filthy rich doing it. 

The next time Jane came back full of cum, I grabbed her elbow. "I need to work here," I said, my tone verging on pleading. 

She smiled and said, "I thought you might say that- I can always spot it." 

The next time a light went on I followed it, and found myself bent over a bench with my bum pressing back, much more of my body sticking out- only my head and arms were concealed. I felt much more exposed, but with my face concealed it still felt surreal, like it wasn't really me doing this. After a short wait, I heard the curtain being pulled back and felt the change of air against my sopping wet cunt. There was a short wait this time, and when it finally came the cock slid in slowly and smoothly. I could feel it wasn't rock hard yet, and the man attached was using me to get excited. He slowly ground in and out, and I could feel every inch of his cock working in me, each vein and ridge pulling along my insides as he used my hole at his own pace. 

After what seemed like ages I felt hands gripping my tits, hard. I whimpered a little bit, trying hard to stay quiet as he squeezed them harder and harder. It felt like they were being clamped in a vice, and I could imagine them turning purple under his hands. When he let go I relaxed, only to tense up again as he slapped my breast, hard. I was glad to have handles to grip, or I might have stumbled over in shock. I didn't have time to think about whether or not I liked it, I just braced myself for the next blow, my whole body tense as he slapped me again and again. He was fucking me harder and harder all the time, his cock ramming into me with more and more force. I imagined him sweaty from the exertion, and I could feel his cock getting ready to cum. I pushed my vagina back at him hard, and squeezed it as tight as I could, wanting him to get off. Just when I was sure he would cum, though, he pulled out.

The thick head of his cock pressed insistently against my asshole, more and more pressure being applied as he tried to shove it in. I tried hard to relax, though I'd only tried anal sex a few times and hadn't really liked it. It didn't occur to me that this might happen, though now I felt stupid for not thinking of it. The head of his cock popped in, and instead of waiting like my last boyfriend had, it just kept pressing in. My asshole was on fire, and my eyes watered as he pushed deeper and deeper, until he was all the way in. I could feel his long cock right up inside my bowels, and my asshole was clamped down tight. I struggled to breathe deeply and relax as he started fucking my ass just as hard as he had been fucking my pussy a minute before. 

I heard grunting behind me and knew he wouldn't last long, which I was grateful for. He grabbed my tits again, using them like handles so he could shove himself in harder and faster. I was truly being used like an object. Finally, with a loud yell, he held his cock in deep and came. I could feel his cock pulsing in my asshole as it sprayed jizz right up inside, as deep as it could go. After it had stopped pumping, he kept it in. He just stayed there, panting, letting his cock go soft inside me as he caught his breath. It felt strangely intimate. As he pulled slowly out, I could feel my ass gaping open a bit, and there was a stream of cum dripping out of me. I couldn't wait to wash, but the curtain hadn't closed yet. 

Before he closed the curtain, he started slapping me- first my ass, then right on my sensitive cunt lips. I yelped, I couldn't help it, I was so surprised. I held still for a dozen fast stinging slaps, and then when the curtain closed I moved away and crouched, holding my sore pussy. The stinging passed quickly, and I walked slowly to the middle of the big room. I spotted Jane coming towards me.

"Looks like you got a rough one," she said sympathetically. "It doesn't happen often though, probably somebody new and over-excited. Come with me, there's a nice hot bath we relax in on breaks."

She lead me into a sumptuous bathroom with a huge bath that looked more like a hot tub. Two rushing taps filled it quickly, and I sank in gratefully. I slowly rubbed myself all over, letting the warm water soothe my sore body. I thought about what had happened, how used and helpless I had felt, and considered whether I'd be willing to do it again. As I thought about it I started absent-mindedly rubbing my pussy lips, up and down. I thought about having men just taking what they wanted from my body, using it as a set of warm holes to get themselves off in. I still liked the idea, and the promise of the paycheque. 

I started humping gently against my hand as I thought of the first man who had had me, and the feeling of him emptying into me. It had been amazing. I didn't even mind most of the rough treatment the second man had given me, my poor asshole just wasn't ready for it. I imagined going back, prepared; I could stretch my bum open a bit on a butt plug beforehand, and rub a little lube into it as well. If it were easy for a cock to slide up, I wouldn't mind it. I started rubbing my clit a little harder as I thought about taking load after load, men cumming up both of my holes, alternating between them as I just took it like a whore. 

Before I knew it I was rubbing myself off again, my pussy clenching as I came. My whole body relaxed into the warm water afterwards, and I floated for what seemed like ages. When I got out I felt like my whole body had been wrung out like a cloth, and I couldn't wait to come back and do it all again. I met Jane on the way out, who gave me a contract to read and said I should come back in two days. I walked home with a feeling of confidence and purpose I hadn't felt in years. I was going to be fantastic at this job.



The Club Ch. 02



Julie, Steve, and Deana came down the grand staircase in the main playroom of The Club. They were on the way to the traditional Texas barbecue that always kicked off the three day annual Membership Meeting Weekend. They were dressed to thrill, but also to be able to quickly shed clothing.

Julie wore what she called "Texas Whore Chic." Cutoffs much more scandalously cut than anything Daisy Duke ever wore, a plain white tee shirt cut off to expose the majority of the lower curves of her breasts (if she raised her hands to shoulder height she would expose all of those lovelies) and a straw cowboy hat. She was barefoot, and her only jewelry was a clit clip with real diamond spangles hanging down below her labia. These dropped out of the legs of her "shorts" and caught the late afternoon sun when she went out by the pool.

Deana had on a simple cotton kimono, cut very short on the thighs and loosely tied. Beneath she had on a white silk shelf bra that exposed and supported her breasts, and matching white thong panties. She had on a clit clip that was identical to Julie's, and in addition had a stainless steel butt plug that was topped with a blue sapphire firmly ensconced in her ass. Simple flat sandals completed her ensemble.

Keeping with the theme of white material, Steve had on a sleeveless, button-less vest made of literal white gauze. The white mesh thong he wore helped hold his package up and proud, which was also adorned with three stainless cock rings stacked on his scrotum that would act as ball stretchers when he removed the tiny garment. He had the twin of Deana's butt plug in his rear, and also wore sandals.

The trio arrived at The Club about three hours earlier. Julie took Deana on a tour along with Joe and Candy, the caretaker couple who traded their management and work for club membership. Then Steve helped the women prepare for the evening by administering enemas in the specially equipped "wet room" next to the communal showers, and they did the same for him. Steve and Julie recounted the tale for Deana of how sharing an enema and shower in this same room some 10 years before served as the catalyst for their sexual partnership.

Following a quick rinse in the showers they went back upstairs to their suite to complete their preparations for the evening. A large welcome basket for Deana was on the bed in the bigger of the two bedrooms with a simple card reading "From the Founders." Julie had coordinated this touch. The bed was strewn with fresh rose petals, and the basket contained a variety of oils, lubes, bubble bath, a high-end waterproof vibrator, a rich leather riding crop, nipple clamps, and the clit clip jewelry that Deana now wore.

Deana and Julie spent the next two hours in the en suite bath and deciding what to wear. They played with hair and makeup and chatted about sex. Deana even briefly tried out her new vibrator in the shower.

Now as they passed through the main playroom they saw that festivities had already begun. A tall woman with washboard abs and thin, muscular arms and legs was energetically riding a Hispanic man's cock on one of the oversized divans that served as small play beds in the room. She had tiny tits that barely bounced as she fucked, and she was almost incoherently repeating "Oh God, Oh God" on every down stroke. Another man sat next to them on a couch, watching and idly stroking his cock.

Steve told Deana that the woman was Elspeth, a fitness center owner and instructor from Houston who had the reputation of exhausting several men every night at one of these events, and filling her time between men just as enthusiastically eating pussy. The Hispanic man, Pete, was known for his energy and stamina and was a favorite fuck toy for Elspeth. Elspeth's husband John was the man on the couch. He wasn't a cuckold, but really got off on seeing his wife work through cock after cock, often helping the next man get hard with a good blowjob. Elspeth and John were British ex pats from the Yorkshire region.

"I was the first guy John ever sucked," explained Steve. "Elspeth drug him to one of our house parties, and we had a memorable fivesome with Bob and Amber, who should be around here somewhere. Pete and I met in the hot tub here, double-teaming a woman. Later he gave me one of the best ass fucks I ever received. You should try him out for sure this weekend, particularly if you are looking for cock," he told his wife with a little, playful smirk.

A buffet line was set up on the far side of the pool deck in the shade. It was Texas barbecue with all the trimmings. Brisket, sausage, and chicken with potato salad, ranch beans, and cole slaw. The line was already long, and everyone greeted Steve, Julie, and Deana warmly as they joined the queue. 

Looking across the way, Julie spied Jack and Diane, who she met several months back at La Playa, already seated at a table eating. They were applicants for full membership in The Club. "If you guys don't mind, I think I'm going to start the weekend seeing just how good our new prospective members over there really are," Julie said to Deana and Steve. "I've heard a lot of good things from the staff at La Playa about Diane and Jack that have me intrigued. Do you think you can get on without me tonight?"

"We'll struggle through somehow, sexy," replied Steve. 

"Don't do anyone I wouldn't do!" said Julie. And with that she waved at her quarry and literally sashayed across the patio.

Steve and Deana worked their way down the buffet, commenting on the food and greeting and laughing with other members. As they got to the end of the line Steve looked around for a table, and did a double take.

"Honey, is that who I think it is?" he asked Deana.

"Oh my God, it's Bud and Terri!" exclaimed Deana. "God she looks incredible in that dress and haircut!"

Bud and Terri were old friends of Deana and Steve's. Their kids went to school with Steve and Deana's children. Bud was an orthodontist and Terri was extremely active in their community. Steve and Deana had been to several vanilla Christmas parties at their home. 

"I had no idea," said Steve. "I saw the names Bud and Terri on our list of new prospective Members that came out earlier this week, but I put it down to coincidence. Should we go eat with them? We're bound to have to at least say hello. Do you feel too awkward?"

"No, I told myself to check the awkward, cowardly Deana in the lobby as we walked in," Deana replied. "Like you say, we're going to have to talk to them sooner or later. We might as well do it now."

They strolled over to the table and Steve said, "Are these seats taken?"

Bud looked up and a big smile broke out on his face. He stood up and reached out a hand to Steve. Terri jumped up with a cry of delight and moved around next to Deana, taking Deana's plate and setting it down, then pulling her into a hug.

"We're saving them, hoping you two would show up!" replied Bud enthusiastically. "We've been hoping to run into you here for months, Steve. And now we finally hit the jackpot with Dee here too!"

"Sweetie, you look incredible. I love that kimono! But I thought you weren't into swinging?" Terri said to Deana.

"You look fabulous too, Terri," replied Deana. "I just recently woke up and realized what a ninny I've been for missing out on the lifestyle all these years. Now I'm here making up for lost time! And I guess I have missed out doubly. If you guys have been swingers all these years too we should have been much closer friends."

"Well, we just decided to dip our toes in the water after our youngest, Luke, joined the Army and we had an empty nest three years ago," Terri explained. "We found out that we liked it and we're comfortable with the emotional implications."

"Then we found out about The Club," Bud picked up the explanation. "We came here several times, became annual members, and then moved up to Associates last year. We've been hoping to see Steve here ever since and let him know about us. It would have seemed weird saying anything at last year's Christmas party. It's a bit out of place to say 'hey, we are available, and would like to fuck' in a room full of kids and acquaintances."

"Well good for you guys, a belated welcome to the lifestyle!" said Steve enthusiastically. "And congratulations on your nomination to become full Members. I've only been able to make it here a few times over the past couple of years because of work, and this is Deana's first time ever. In fact, she'll be one of your fellow Initiates Sunday evening. She was automatically an Associate by being married to me, but since she didn't attend she's never been confirmed as a Member." 

At this point the four of them moved to sit down. Steve and Deana got their first good looks at their friends. Deana knew Terri as a very smart woman who worked hard raising her kids and volunteered at her church. The Terri she now saw was a slut in a see thru latex mini dress with butterfly appliqués positioned specifically to not cover her assets. The dress was an open backed halter with venting around to her rib cage. A silver ring between Terri's breasts connected to a simple string tied around her neck like a bikini top. A thin strap ran from the bodice to a clasp in the back, and the skirt of the dress had a full-length zipper down the back. High-heeled roman sandals that laced about two-thirds of the way up her calves completed her ensemble. 

Terri's prominent nipples and aureoles showed proudly through the transparent material, and she had no apparent pubic hair. She was 5'6", 110 pounds with 34B breasts that were still firm with little sag thanks to all her obvious time in the gym. That hard work also showed in her small ass and tight arm and thigh muscles. Perhaps her most striking feature was her deep brown eyes, which she framed perfectly in black hair cut in a straight bob hairdo to her jaw line with straight bangs across her eyebrows.

Bud was 6'1'', 185 pounds with short hair that had gone completely silver at age 45. He had a natural cheerfulness about him that some people took as goofy, but that really masked a strong intelligence. He wore a Hawaiian shirt, buttoned only once, and a blue mesh thong that displayed his 7" cut cock and big balls as a nice package.

The four old friends ate and caught up on the latest news of their kids, and as dinner progressed the conversation drifted inevitably to sex. Bud and Deana first tried bi sex when they were invited to a Club event as guests. They both found they liked it and explored further whenever they came back. Terri was now "bi-furious," but she also loved being ass fucked by a real dick. Bud was situationally bi. He enjoyed both giving and receiving oral, but was a top only for anal.

Most of their swinging to date consisted of dates with couples and singles, punctuated by occasional weekends here at The Club. They had not yet found the time to go to La Playa, but that trip was on their bucket list. It was hearing about La Playa and Steve here at The Club that had piqued their interest about getting into contact with their friends on a different basis than before, and now here they all were.

Steve watched Deana surreptitiously throughout the conversation. She dove off the deep end when she decided to join him in the lifestyle, and he was a little worried that this twist of running into people they knew so well in her vanilla life would be too much for her. His fears steadily melted away as he saw how easily and naturally Deana talked with Terri and Bud about her own first forays into bisexuality and swinging, and how enthusiastically she described the male gangbang Steve had been the focus of in Papeete just a couple of weeks ago.

As dinner wound down, many of the people surrounding them began to indulge in the purpose of the evening. At the next table over one man began to give head to another. Three women laid the back of a double chaise lounge down flat and fell into a small daisy chain. Pairings and groups of people were drifting toward the pool, the grassy area, or back into the main playroom. It was time to see what the preferences and inclinations of Bud, Terri, and Deana were for the immediate future.

"Can I get anyone more tea? Water? A Drink?" Steve asked as he rose from the table holding his own glass. All three of his companions asked for iced tea, and Steve asked Deana to give him a hand. While walking to the drink station with the four glasses, Steve and Deana talked.

"Well, what do you think?" Steve asked.

"I think they're marvelous!" replied Deana. "I've always liked them, but they seem somehow more free, more comfortable with each other and the world. We would have melted the panties off of half of the PTA if Terri and I had the conversation we just held at the grocery store."

"So, would you like to try your first full swap foursome with people we know from outside the lifestyle?" asked Steve.

Deana didn't realize it, but she licked her lips as she answered. "Well, she is so cute in that haircut. That bob really sets off the lines of her jaws and her eyes, don't you think? And that dress, God she's hot! But would it be weird? She and I have done Women's Shelter raffles together for heaven's sake."

"You're right about Terri, she is really hot in that dress," Steve replied. " I imagine both in the figurative and literal sense since it's still about 92 degrees out here. Hell, it might melt onto her! Bud is kind of a goofball, but so much in swinging depends on the willingness of all parties to let go and treat it like true third grade playtime. He just has a natural joy that makes me think he'll be great in the sack, and he looks to be packing a really nice cock in that thong. I intend to find out sometime this weekend if he knows how to use it. But this should be your call. This is your first party, and I want you to move at your own pace."

"Let's do it," Deana said with lust. "But what if they think it will be too weird and turn us down?"

"If they've been Associate Members for a year and are nominated to move up, I'm sure they are having the same conversation as us and are coming to the same conclusion," Steve said. "Leave it to me."

"Guys, Dee and I were talking," Steve said as they returned to the table. "We have known each other a long time. Our kids had sleepovers and we've been to that great Christmas reception you guys throw every year a dozen times. And now here we are, running into each other at The Club, with all that implies about all of our attitudes toward sex. We understand if you feel like it would be too awkward, but we find you both very attractive, and as a bonus we really like you as friends. What do you say to being our playmates as well?"

"Bud and I talked too, thanks for giving us the space," Terri replied for the two of them. "When we first joined The Club and learned that you were a member Steve we were scared to run into you. But then we kept hearing stories about what a great and wild lover you are, and we started hoping to run into you. I guess you've been too busy with your resort the past couple of years, and we don't exactly come here every weekend, so we kept hearing that we missed you. Now here you are, and here is Dee too. We had no idea she was in the lifestyle too, but we've both always thought how beautiful and sexy she is, even when we ran into each other at the DMV. What I'm try into say is, we've wanted to fuck with you, Steve, for more than a year, and Dee is just making my mouth water in that sexy get up. So yes, let's play!"

Steve turned to Deana again, and looked deep into her eyes for a final confirmation. She smiled, and they stood up and kissed. "Remember what they said on Star Trek," Steve whispered in her ear. "The greater the intelligence, the greater the need for elementary play. Have fun tonight!" With one more kiss he turned to Terri, as Deana moved around to the seated Bud.

"Terri, you look so sexy in that dress," said Steve. "You have a killer body!"

"Why thank you," Terri acknowledged the compliment. "I ordered this from Europe specially for this weekend. It feels delicious on my skin, though it is a little warm out here. Actually I'm hoping I won't be in it much longer," she said with a wicked grin.

"Why don't I help you out of it, then we can take a dip in the pool and cool off," Steve offered.

"That sounds delicious," replied Terri. "And I've been wanting to get a look at your cock outside that thong."

Steve offered Terri his hand. Standing up by the table where their spouses were watching avidly, Steve lifted Terri's hand and led her into a spin to show off her dress to all lookers. Then he pulled her in for a kiss.

As she sat in Bud's lap Deana said to Terri "ooh, I bet that feels great to wear. I'd like to try it on sometime. You look yummy in it!"

"You can try it tonight if you'll let me help you in and out of it," Terri replied with a literal leer. "You look yummy too, and I can't wait to taste those fabulous tits of yours. I've always loved how you look at the gym, and seeing those flashes from your kimono is driving me crazy!"

While the women talked Steve moved around Terri and considered his task. He decided to start with unclasping the bodice, and then he untied the neck strap. The warm latex clung to Terri's upper body. Steve then moved down and unzipped the skirt, taking his time to run his hands up and down the round, firm globes of Terri's butt, but still the rubbery material clung to Terri's front. He moved back around in front of her, and slowly peeled the garment down, unveiling her charms. He draped the dress neatly on the back of a chair, being careful to avoid any wrinkles that might show as future creases in the rubber. 

Steve knelt down and untied the straps of one sandal. Terri stepped down off the heel, and then Steve untied the other. He stood back up and shrugged out of his gauze vest. He stepped out of his own sandals and peeled the white thong off. Steve's clothing joined Terri's on the back of a chair.

Deana now rose from Bud's lap, where she had been wiggling her bottom against his rapidly hardening cock as she bantered with Terri. She loosened the tie on her kimono, shrugged out of it, stood tall and arched her back. Her nipples were rock hard and stood up proudly above the shelf of her bra. Deana became a bit self-conscious when she realized that many people around the pool were admiring her. She was an item of interest to the members of The Club.

"Mmm, those look so tasty," Terri said with obvious lust. "Honey, take a taste and let me know how they are."

Bud stood up, leaned down, and took Deana's left nipple into his mouth in the first overtly sexual act of the foursome. 

"She tastes of passion fruit and woman," Bud reported.

"Julie had me put lip gloss on my nipples before we came down," Deana explained. "I guess there is still a use for high school beauty products! She's taught me so much in the last few weeks. I look forward to trying some things out with you guys tonight." She fondled Bud's cock in its blue pouch as she spoke. 

Bud took Deana into his arms and kissed her deeply. This was like waving the green flag, and Steve wordlessly led Terri to the pool. He held her hand like a gallant gentleman, and she stepped demurely down the steps into the water. They walked out to where the water came up to their bellies, then Steve followed Bud's example and kissed the beautiful brunette deeply. She ran her hands up his torso, and hooked one leg around his hip.

Encountering something unexpected, Terri asked "are those rubber bands around your nipples?" 

"Small grommets, actually," Steve answered. "I like to put suction on before a party, and roll these on as I take the bulbs off. Makes them stand up loud and proud for a long time, though I have to be careful not to leave them on too long. I've got a bit a nipple fetish. Comes from my mom not breast-feeding." 




The Club Ch. 02



"Kinky," said Terri as they let their hands roam. "So you like a little pleasure with your pain? Is that why you're wearing these too?" she asked, bouncing the rings on Steve's scrotum. Freed from the thong, the three rings became a ball stretcher that extended his sack and prevent his balls from drawing up. Orgasm in this device would be slow coming, but devastating in its impact.

"There's a fine line between pleasure and pain when it's done right," replied Steve. "I'm a switch when it comes to BDSM and bisexuality. I like to get as good as I give, and I like to think I give pretty good."

"Maybe you can try giving a little pain to me this weekend," Terri said. "I'm putting my collar on the block for the slave auction tomorrow. I'd love to see what that kinky mind of yours comes up with for me." She rolled Steve's balls along her fingers and reached in for a kiss. 

Terri and Steve drifted into deeper water. Terri wrapped her arms loosely around Steve's neck, and lifted herself up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and brought their genitals into contact. Steve's cock was hardening rapidly. She used a hand to point his cock upward, and pressed in to trap it between the folds of her labia, but not in a position to slip inside her. Then she began to slide up and down, forcing his cock to rub into her clit. She was dry humping him in a pool. They locked lips and moved together, using their natural buoyancy as a sexual tool. They worked together to torment each other without completion. 

Bud was being rough on Deana's nipples. He took each nub between thumb and forefinger, twisting hard. Deana moaned as she pulled his face down to hers and kissed Bud savagely. Though she wasn't a big fan of nipple pain, her passion and desire to bring this man pleasure overcame her aversion. Releasing his grip, Bud took her into his arms. Again they kissed forcefully as Deana now returned the pain by reaching into the pouch of Bud's thong and gripping nuts in her palm.

"How much cum do have in there for me, Bud?" Deana asked in a sultry voice. "How long have you wanted to fuck me? Did you fantasize about me while our daughters were playing volleyball together? Did you ever want to take me into a back room during your Christmas parties? Do you know how I'm going to use you up tonight, then give you to my husband as a toy while I fuck your wife?" Deana was taking the coaching from Julie and Steve to heart, and embracing the fantasy of playtime. 

Bud groaned and led Deana over to the grassy lawn, grabbing a pool towel from a stack as they passed by. Taking charge, Deana took the towel, folded it double, and dropped it to the ground. She had Bud stand next to the towel, kissed him, then kept her body in total contact with his as she slid down to her knees, raking her nipples down his torso as she knelt.

She looked intently at the seven inches of man meet that was fighting to get out of the blue mesh restraining it. She grasped the pouch of the thong at the waist, and instead of taking the garment completely off pulled the pouch down and hooked it under Bud's scrotum. Now the thong was transformed into a function not unlike the shelf bra Deana still wore. It supported Bud's package but hid nothing from the eye.

"My, what a nice cock you have, Bud," Deana breathed as she moved to run her face up the underside of his rapidly hardening shaft. Looking up into his eyes as she rubbed her cheek against his dick she said "do you like to have your cock sucked? Do you like to suck cock? Which is your favorite?"

"Yes, I love having my cock sucked. And yes, I like to suck cock," replied Bud. "My favorite is to be sucked off. Will you do that for me now?"

Deana leaned back and put both hands on Bud's crotch. She took his balls in one hand, and ran the palm of the other up and down his cock, pressing it up against his belly. Then she leaned back forward and licked the head like a lollipop.

"Oh, I might suck you off," said Deana naughtily. "But you have to ask nicely. You have to ask loudly."

In a loud, clear voice that drew attention from their fellow sybarites on the lawn, Bud said "Deana, will you please suck my cock? Will you please make me cum and swallow all of my load?"

Deana's response was action. She took Bud's cock in one hand and looked at it carefully again. It was longer than Steve's, but not as thick as the dildos she had practiced on yesterday with Julie's coaching. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and then slowly and steadily swallowed the shaft until her nose pressed into Bud's shaved mound. But what she did next really blew Bud's mind. She closed her mouth tightly around his shaft, and applied a strong suction as she moved her head back, lightly dragging her lower teeth along the underside of Bud's cock, then biting down very lightly on the head as her tongue teased his pee hole.

Bud's eye's rolled back in his head. He raised his chin and literally howled into the sky. His hands moved instinctively to the sides of Deana's head, ensuring that the stimulation would continue. A small crowd began to gather to watch Deana's technique.

Bud's howl also drew Steve and Terri's attention. They were continuing their tease. Steve had coached Terri in to the light twisting of his nipples that really turned him on, and she let him know about the firm suction she enjoyed on her own nubbins. 

"This is fun, but I'm going to be ready for more in a minute," Terri said.

"Me too," replied Steve. "We can go up and join the show if you'd like."

"I had something more private in mind," said Terri. "I'd like to drag you and those two in to a bed, and share some good old fashioned swapping. What do you say?"

"I'd say that we should check in with the other interested parties as to locations. They may be perfectly happy where they are. But good old fashioned swapping sounds just fine, as a first course," Steve replied. 

He began to walk them into shallower water, where Terri unwrapped herself and reached down to grab the shaft of his cock. She took the lead and led Steve by his cock up out of the water. They paused by the towel rack and dried each other, then sauntered over to join the small crowd around their spouses.

Deana wasn't actually trying to bring Bud to completion. Following Julie's coaching, she intended to bring him to the brink and clamp down on him three or four times before standing up and sauntering over to a chaise, where she could be comfortable while he fucked her. So instead of a fast pace she was keeping up a steady in and out, with firm suction applied and consistent tongue and teeth action on the bulbous cockhead in her mouth. One hand was playing with Bud's large, low hanging balls, while the other traced patterns on his ass and teased his pucker.

Bud was slowly building to frustration. He wanted to just grab Deana's head and face fuck her like an animal, but that isn't how you behave with first time sex partners, particularly in a club that emphasized respectful and consensual sex. So instead he was meeting her downward strokes with thrusts of his own. He was impressed that this woman had not gagged once as she deep throated him. He noticed Steve and Terri joining the small crowd that was watching the show. Terri was still gripping and massaging Steve's cock, and Steve had his hand between Terri's ass cheeks.

Terri recognized the signs of her husband's pent up and growing need. She also recognized what Deana was doing, and she thoroughly approved. Bud could really be frothed up into a frenzy, and somehow he always became more fun to fuck when he was just at the edge of control.

For her part Deana was thoroughly enjoying her newfound power over a man. She enjoyed the texture and feel of Bud's cock on her tongue. His balls were large and hanging heavy, and she was rolling them in the palm of her hand but also holding them down, resisting the reflex action of the balls drawing up prior to ejaculation. Every so often his cock pulsed in her mouth, but she knew that this was just a reaction to stimulus because of the control she was exerting.

After watching for a few more minutes Terri released Steve's cock and knelt next to Deana. She whispered into Deana's ear "if you keep this up you're going to have a wild man on your hands. Just give a good firm yank on his balls and listen to him whimper."

Deana did just that, and was rewarded with a yip and a whimper just like a dog. She smiled at Terri around Bud's cock. Terri grinned and reached out to massage Deana's breast as she sucked her husband's wand.

"I was thinking we might take these two boys inside and really give them a workout," Terri said to Deana quietly. "I don't know about you, but I prefer to fuck in the air conditioning, at least before the sun goes down. And stopping your blowjob right now will make Bud's eyes cross! That would be fun! What do you say?"

Deana gave one last long pull on the rubbery shaft in her mouth, and let it pop past her lips. She stood up, and gave Bud's cock a pat like a loyal dog. Then she reached down and gave Terri a hand in standing up.

"Come along, boys" Deana said, turning away from the confused face of Bud before she broke out laughing. "It's time to take our part of the party inside." She walked back over to their table and retrieved her kimono, joined by Terri who picked up her dress and sandals.

Steve grinned and patted Bud on the back as the crowd began to disperse. "Don't worry my friend," Steve said like an old pal comforting a comrade. "What these wenches are forgetting is that we're bi. If they tease us much longer, we'll just take matters into our own hands." With that he gave Bud's cock a squeeze, pumping the shaft a couple of times and getting the heft. Then Steve went over to the table to pick up his thong and vest.

Deana walked back over to Bud carrying her kimono over her arm. "C'mon, stud," she said to him with a smile. "There's a lot more where that came from, and I promise to rock your world!" She took his arm and began to walk inside the building, following Steve and Terri who were also arm in arm several steps ahead.

10 minutes later Deana was nude, flat on her back on the big bed in the master bedroom of their suite. Terri had "oohed and ahhed" over Deana's clit clip, and took her time removing it and setting on the bedside table. She would have gone down on Deana right then, but Bud had his own ideas about the immediate future, and Steve supported his attitude. Now Bud's seven-inch cock was pumping rapidly in and out of Deana's pussy. 

Steve lay back next to Deana. Terri was riding him cowgirl, taking a slower pace than her horny husband. She reached out and massaged Deana's breast. Deana reached up and returned the favor as Steve turned his head and kissed his wife. Deana began encouraging Bud.

"Yeah, you stud," she said. "That's how I like it. Pound my cunt. Give me that cock. And maybe later your pretty wife and I will eat a little pussy together. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like for your wife to be eating my pussy and licking your cock right now. But she's too busy fucking my man right next to you. She looks like she's really enjoying Steve's cock. How about it, honey? Are you enjoying the feel of my man's cock in your cunt?" she asked Terri.

"Oh yeah, baby," replied Terri. "I've wanted to fuck your husband for a long time. I've wanted to do it in front of Bud and make him watch. But this is even better. I know now that after we bring the guys off you and I can play. I've watched you at the gym in your little workout outfits and wondered what your pussy tastes like. And tonight I'm going to find out what it tastes like mixed with my husband's sweet cum."

Both men were bareback. In other circumstances Steve would have insisted on condoms, but as current and prospective full Members of The Club, these people had every confidence that they were all disease free thanks to the stringent standards and practices of the organization. They took their fun and their health very seriously inside these walls.

Speaking of walls, the walls of Terri's vagina were contracting and milking Steve's cock as she fucked a little faster. They felt like buttered silk moving up and down Steve's shaft, and he was reveling in the experience. He had always considered Terri one of the true MILFs of the suburban Hill Country town they lived near, and had often speculated about how much of a slut she really was. He had watched her snake her tongue into her husband's mouth even when they were kissing at a PTA meeting. Now he was getting the confirmation that this was one nasty little MILF, who liked sex almost as much as breathing.

Terri arched her back and rocked her hips as she rose up and down languidly on Steve's cock. Steve moved his hands to hold both of Terri's breasts and gently massage them as they fucked. He pushed his hips up to ensure she bottomed out on every down stroke, and they ground their crotches together.

Deana began lightly pulling and twisting Bud's nipples as he leaned over her. She was squirming her hips in a circular motion to add to his direct in and out piston movements. This caused the butt plug in her ass to rotate, adding a surprisingly good element to her feelings. 

She turned her head and whispered in Steve's ear "I'm loving the plug, Hon." 

Steve smiled at her and kissed her again, then turned and reached over to the bedside table, retrieving his smart phone. He held it up and began searching the menu.

"Hope I'm not boring you," Terri said, wondering what was going on.

"Not at all, just searching for...this..." replied Steve as he touched the screen.

Deana said "Oh!" and began squirming her hips harder. 

"You pervert, the plug in my ass is vibrating!" Deana said to Steve.

He pressed the screen one more time and set the phone aside.

"And so is mine, my little slut," he replied. "These are prototypes of a line of plugs we're partnering with a major sex toy manufacturer to carry exclusively in our shop at the resort and on our website. You unscrew the jewel to put in a battery, and use an app on your phone to control it. Now I can screw your tight little bottom from anywhere."

"I've got to try that!" Terri said enthusiastically. "Dee, I'll let you try on my dress if you'll shove your plug up my ass!"

"I...want...to see...that," Bud said through panting and fucking. A sheen of sweat was breaking out on his forehead and his cheeks began to flush as he built toward orgasm.

"Well then cum on and give me your cream," said Deana. "The longer you fuck me the longer you go until you get a kinky lesbian sex show!"

"And you too, stud," said Terri to Steve. "I've promised Deana a creampie, and now I'm going to be fucking her ass with your butt plug at the same time. Hell, maybe you can even talk my husband into sucking your cock while you watch. Cum inside me and let's turn this evening up another notch." She picked up the pace of her fucking and reached again for Steve's nipples, which were still distended with the tiny rubber bands around them.

Both couples now focused on producing orgasms in the male of the pair. Deana reached up and played with her own nipples to give Bud some more visual stimulation. Steve began to buck more forcefully up into Terri as she writhed above him. He was also pulling and stretching Terri's nipples as they fucked.

Bud groaned as he felt the heat in his balls rising. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill you up with my cum!" he almost yelled in Deana's face.

"Yes, yes, give me your cum! Fill me up and then watch your wife eat it out of me!" Deana urged, pulling him into her with her legs.

Bud growled and bucked hard into Deana's thighs. This was his first cum in a week - Terri had made him refrain to get the greatest pleasure out of this weekend - and it was a big one. Spurt after spurt jetted explosively from his cock. His cock jumped and pulsed inside the velvet sheath of Deana's vagina. She loved the feeling of a man cumming inside her, and this sent her over the edge as well.

"Oh, yes!" Deana cried out, digging her nails into Bud's back as her body joined his in convulsions of ecstasy.

Steve dropped his hand to the point of his union with Terri, and applied his thumb to roughly roll her clitoris as they fucked. This surprised Terri, and she suddenly spasmed in orgasm and her vagina pulsed around Steve's cock. This was all the extra stimulation Steve needed, and he followed his three lovers into bliss.

For several more seconds the bedroom rang with the cries and moans of the four lovers. Their bodies writhed together, and while their orgasms were not simultaneous, they were closely enough timed to have their individual cums enhanced by the additional sharing. As they came down from the extreme, they leveled out together in a state of post orgasmic bliss that lasted for several minutes. Hips continued to move slowly, sharing ongoing physical sensation, and kisses were exchanged between spouses and coital partners. 

Terri initiated the next step by leaning down and kissing Deana, sharing tongues and exploring the depths of each other's eyes. As they broke their kiss, Terri subtly nudged Bud with her elbow. He then bent over and kissed Steve, hesitantly at first, but then with more enthusiasm as Steve responded to the kiss positively.

Terri and Bud now dismounted from Steve and Deana, and the two married couples enjoyed several moments of snuggling and kisses. This took all four of them down into a fully relaxed state, and they savored the conversion of physical pleasure into emotional joy. At Deana's request Steve used his phone to turn off her vibrator. He also took the rubber bands off his nipples and gave them a good, invigorating rub.

Deana was the first to stir. She remembered the promise Terri made on her behalf that she had then endorsed: the two wives were going to put on a show for their husbands. But she wanted to throw a little extra into the experience. She reached out and offered her hand to Terri, and began to lead her out of the bedroom, picking up Steve's phone as she went.

"Come along, boys," Deana said seductively. "The sun has gone down, and Terri and I are going to go out on the balcony."

"Does anyone want a fitness drink?" Steve asked as he and Bud followed the girls. "I don't know about y'all, but I find keeping hydrated is vital during these long weekends."

Receiving affirmations from all his partners, Steve went to the kitchenette and took out four bottles and slipped them into koozies. He also opened a bottle of white wine to offer his guests later. He put the sports drinks on a small tray and joined the group on the balcony.

The balcony overlooked the pool area. It was furnished with a large round divan for outdoor play surrounded by four comfortable chairs with side tables. Deana and Terri were stretched out on the divan making out. A quiet chorus of the sounds of orgy floated up from the revelers in the pool and on the lawn below. Bud sat in a chair casually pulling on his spent cock, watching the two women with rapt attention.

With a glance at the action below Steve put down the tray and took the chair next to Bud. He sensed that the concept of male kissing was still new to Bud, and that he was still struggling with some aspects of bisexuality. Steve suspected that the "gay taboo" might be a causal factor behind Bud being a top only for anal sex, with the fear that receiving a cock in his ass would "make him gay." He filed this away for further exploration over the weekend and in the future, and turned his attention to the action a few feet away.

Terri's hand had wandered down to Deana's pussy, and she slipped a finger into her labia. She drew some of the dewy moisture up and rubbed it into Deana's clit, then brought the digit to her lips and tasted.

"Mmmm, Deana tastes like you, Bud," Terri said sexily. "I think I'll get some more of that." 




The Club Ch. 02



She kissed Deana once more and spun herself down so that they were now face to pussy. The two women shifted and adjusted positions, with Terri urging Deana to take the top for their 69. Deana positioned her thighs on either side of Terri's head, then looking between her legs slowly lowered her sex onto Terri's waiting tongue before lifting her face and diving into Terri's pussy.

Terri's maneuver had ensured that Deana's lovely ass with it's sparkling jewel would be facing the men as the women made love. Terri glanced and winked at Steve, her sign to have Steve turn the vibrating butt plug in Deana's ass back on. As he pressed the face of his phone, Terri reached up and grasped the base of the plug. Bud was very helpful, grabbing a bottle of lube that he found prepositioned on one of the side tabled and squeezing a dollop onto Terri's fingers, so that she could lubricate the delicate tissues of Deana's anus.

Terri grasped the base of the plug with one hand and pulled out slightly, applying the lube from her fingers to the metal and the tender tissue of Deana's anus. Then she pushed the plug back and forth to spread the lube inside, all the while lapping at Deana's pussy from clit to perineum with a wide, flat tongue. Once she was satisfied that the plug was ready, she drew the plug out until she met firm resistance from Deana's sphincter, then pushed back in. She kept this up for several strokes. 

For her part Deana went straight for Terri's core, pushing her tongue into Terri's vagina and applying a little suction around her tongue. She was rewarded with a large, sticky gob or Bud's semen, which she rolled around her mouth. Then she lifted her head, looked over her shoulder at Steve, and stuck out her tongue to display her creamy treasure. She made a show of swallowing, then went back to get more. This was her very first-ever creampie, but she had read about them on the Internet and was acting out her knowledge. 

The men enjoyed the show. Steve got a kick out of his wife's display, and snorted a little sports drink out his nose. Bud was recovering his hardon rapidly, focused on Terri's manipulation of the butt plug in Deana's rectum. He hoped to put his dick in that hole sometime this weekend. The sight of the rings on Steve's scrotum and the way Steve's cock was steadily rising also turned him on. If he was honest with himself he was becoming more and more fascinated by bi sex, and he was sitting next to one of the worlds best know bisexuals. 

Terri now dug into Deana's pussy in earnest. She drove her tongue as deep as she could into Deana's tunnel, searching out and curling her tongue around a big drop of Steve's cum. She didn't bother with putting on a show, but pulled her tongue back into her mouth, savoring the combined taste of the essence of man and woman combined, and swallowed. Inspired by her reward, she dove back and ate her lover with real gusto. 

Deana forgot about putting on a show as Terri's tongue began to work its magic. She was intoxicated by the smells and tastes she was experiencing. When Terri pulled the plug firmly enough to pull the large bulb past her sphincter then plunged it back in to the hilt Deana moaned and fluttered her tongue inside Terri's vagina. 

Steve's cock was almost fully erect when Bud dropped to his knees and began sucking it. Steve had noticed that Bud had developed a raging hardon in the past couple of minutes, and that Bud's eyes strayed more and more to Steve's crotch during this time. Steve encouraged his new lover by leaning back in the chair, scooting his hips forward, and spreading his knees wide. 

Terri took a brief break from eating Deana's scrumptious pussy and looked up. The sight that greeted her pleased her no end. Despite their bold talk at dinner, Bud actually was still feeling his way into true bisexuality. She was proud of her husband for taking yet another step. She hoped Bud would finally give in and lose his anal virginity this weekend. He was certainly surrounded by the best opportunity he would ever have. For a brief instant she imagined it was Bud's ass that she was sawing the plug in and out of, preparing her husband for Steve's cock. Then she returned to her very pleasurable task of cleaning out her dear friend and new lover. 

"Yeah, suck that cock, Bud," Steve urged the man between his legs. "You've got a sweet mouth. What you are doing is magic. Yeah, swirl that tongue around the head. Play with my balls while I watch those two sluts eat each other."

This gay and lesbian suck fest went on for a few more minutes with the constant background sounds of the various forms of orgy going on below the lovers. Terri and Deana began to orgasm on each other's tongue, and kept eating each other to build up their pleasure even more. Steve decided to hold off cumming for a while and share the view with Bud. He lifted Bud's chin, and motioned for him to stand up. Bud reluctantly relinquished his lip lock on Steve's cock, and stood. Steve turned Bud so that he could watch the women, and then leaned in and swallowed Bud's cock to the root just as his wife had on the lawn.

Steve sucked Bud's cock expertly, running one hand up and down the back of Bud's legs and caressing his ass. His other hand gripped and massaged Bud's balls. Steve knew that Bud wouldn't last long, and as he felt Bud's balls begin to draw up he wrapped his thumb and forefinger into a ring encircling Bud's scrotum, creating a human cock ring to delay Bud's explosion. He also let up on his sucking to extend Bud's pleasure. Steve had a plan that involved delaying Bud's cum for a while.

Deana and Terri were both sweating and cumming repeatedly. Terri was pounding the butt plug in and out of Deana, while Deana was now finger fucking Terri's ass. They sucked each other's clits furiously. Orgasms were wracking their bodies in wave after wave. 

Bud was feasting his eyes upon the writhing female flesh on the divan. He'd seen his wife eat a lot of pussy over the past few years, and it never failed to rev his engine. He was unconsciously thrusting his hips back and forth into Steve's mouth, though Steve's control of Bud's scrotum was limiting that movement. Bud's balls were at the boil.

Terri was the first woman to reach her limit. "Enough!" she said, releasing Deana's clit and letting go of the butt plug. "I can't take any more. It's just too good!"

Deana didn't let up on Terri's clit right away, and was rewarded by yet another spasm of Terri's body. She was proud of herself. She had eaten her friend into submission. To be honest she was near her own limit, and the humming of the vibrating butt plug in her ass was moving from pleasure toward annoyance. 

Terri physically pushed Deana aside, and the two women rolled apart, chests heaving. Steve stopped sucking Bud's cock, though he kept his grip on Bud's balls. He smiled down at the two panting, sweaty women. Both pussies were red and swollen, and their faces were covered in a combination of sweat, girl juice, and male cum. He was proud of the way Deana was getting into the lifestyle with such relish, and he was happy they made this new connection with their friends.

"Honey, would you turn off this vibe and pour us some wine?" Deana asked Steve as she sat up and kissed Terri.

"Glad to," replied Steve, patting Bud's cock and reaching for his smart phone. "Would you ladies also like me to draw you a cool bubble bath to freshen up in?"

"That would be wonderful!" Terri responded. 

"And why don't we clean this plug up and let you try it out after our bath?" Deana offered.

"Better and better, lover!" Terri said, reaching up and drawing Deana into another deep kiss.

Bud said, "I'll get the wine. Who is drinking?" Deana and Terri both raised their hands, but Steve shook his head. Like many swingers, he preferred to save the alcohol for the end of the evening.

Steve went in to the master en suite and started drawing the bath. He adjusted the temperature to make the water cool but not cold, and poured in a capful of a rose scented bubble bath. Deana came into the bathroom. Steve kissed her, then bent her over the sink and gently removed the butt plug. She went to the bidet to rinse. Steve cleaned the plug thoroughly. It was clean to the sight, but he rinsed off the lube and used hot soapy water, leaving the plug on a hand towel on the counter. 

Bud came in with the wine and sat the glasses on the side of the tub. Terri followed him in a few seconds later and kissed her husband thoroughly. Steve and Bud then helped their wives step into the tub, and left them to enjoy their toilette. The two men returned to the balcony.

Out on the balcony Steve wasted no time. He pushed Bud down on the divan and dove onto his cock. Steve wanted his friend's cock in his ass badly, and he wanted that cock rock hard as it went in. Bud was a little surprised, but quickly responded to the ministrations of Steve's mouth.

Continuing to pull on Bud's cock manually, Steve looked up at his lover. "How do you like it, Bud?" he asked. "Do you want me to ride you? Do you want me doggy? What's your favorite way to take a man's ass?"

"Get up on your knees," Bud said, his head swimming just a bit. No man had ever been so blunt with him before. 

Steve moved to the center of the divan on his knees. He reached between his legs and removed the stainless steel vibrating plug from his own ass. Then he reached over to the side table, and handed Bud the bottle of lube.

"Dealer's choice on the condom," said Steve. "I usually do bareback on these weekends with Members only."

Bud got on his knees behind Steve and took the proffered lube. He greased up his cock thoroughly, and then rubbed the slick liquid into Steve's anus. He scooted forward, took his cock in his hand, and rubbed it up and down Steve's crack.

"Just fuck me," said Steve. "You don't need to worry about hurting me. I'm ready. Give me some cock!"

Bud lined his cockhead up with Steve's sphincter and pressed forward. He met little resistance as his shaft sunk smoothly into Steve's bowels. He bottomed out and savored the feeling of his balls rubbing up against Steve's.

"Slow and steady, Bud," Steve coached. "Let's make this last. Your cock feels great in my ass!"

And slow and steady it was. The two men fucked for 15 minutes at a leisurely pace. Occasionally Steve would reach between his legs and fondle Bud's balls, and sometimes Bud would reach around Steve and stroke his shaft. Each man moaned occasionally at the pleasure they felt. 

This was something of a new experience for Bud. He was used to fucking men hard, cumming fast, and moving on. But he found it pleasant to share a slow build up. Steve knew how to use his ass to please a man, and somehow the long time relationship between the two men in the vanilla world added an extra dimension, an emotional connection, that was never there before.

Deana and Terri enjoyed their bubble bath. They washed each other and kissed, occasionally caressing each other intimately. Since the bath was cool they did not stay in long. When they got out Terri stepped into the open shower and used the built in hose with enema attachment to ensure her rectum was clean, while Deana got some lube and began to prepare the butt plug. 

When Terri was finished with her anal douche, Deana joined her in the shower stall. She had Terri lean over the low wall, and applied lube to Terri's anus. Then she used the "come here" finger motion Julie and Steve had taught her to introduce first one and then two fingers into Terri's ass, sawing them back and forth to distribute the lube evenly. When Terri said she was ready, Deana inserted the stainless steel plug up to its jeweled base into the shapely ass before her. The two women shared another kiss, and then went to see what their men were up to.

"Well, well," said Terri. "You boys are out here being naughty I see! How is his ass, Bud? Is he as good as we've heard?"

"Of course it is," Deana rejoined. "My man can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch and fuck any guy into oblivion! Milk him, Steve. Show Bud what a really good man fuck feels like!"

"Okay, baby," Steve replied. "I'll show him what a good bottom I can be. Cum on, stud. Fuck my ass good!"

Bud groaned and began to really pound into Steve's rectum. His zeal was increased when Terri scooted under Steve and began to suck his cock. She let the natural motion of the men's fucking serve to move Steve's cock back and forth in her mouth, and concentrated her efforts on applying suction on the out strokes. 

Terri was sprawled on the divan beneath Steve. Steve admired the pussy below him and began to lean down to feast, but Deana beat him to it. She dropped to her knees and claimed the freshly cleaned vagina for herself, returning the favor of fucking the butt plug in and out of Terri's rear.

Steve concentrated on flexing his anus around Bud's cock as they fucked. Bud's cock was thin enough to be extremely comfortable going in and out, but thick enough to offer good friction and long enough to thoroughly stimulate the prostate. Steve kept up a steady stream of dirty language as they fucked.

"God, your cock feels good, Bud," Steve groaned. "I'm loving what it is doing in my ass. Just think of what a great view your wife is getting as you fuck a man's ass. I know I'm enjoying the view as my wife eats Terri's pussy. That is some kind of sexy pussy you've got for yourself. Oh yeah, fuck me harder, Bud. I can take it. Pound me and fill my ass up with your cum the way you filled my wife's pussy. Give it to me, baby. I want your cum!"

This verbal stimulus had exactly the desired effect, and Bud's brain decoupled from his body. He began slap-fucking Steve, pounding his penis into the warm, velvety heaven of his ass. Steve's rear was gripping his shaft in perfect synchronization to their fucking, and the sight of Deana munching on Terri's tasty cunt. 

"Oh God, here it cums!" yelled Bud. "I'm gonna fill your ass up with my cum! My cock is on fire and I'm burning up!"

Bud's cum erupted from his balls with the force of a small explosion. All the tactile, visual, and verbal stimulation worked their magic and he was lost in euphoria. He cried out and shoved his cock into Steve's ass to the hilt. Steve felt spurt after spurt in his bowels, the cock in his ass pulsing with each ejaculation, and rubbing against his prostate.

"Yes!" Steve cried. "Fuck me hard and give me your cum, Bud! Make me cum in your sweet wife's mouth. Oh here it is!"

Terri's oral prowess combined with the prostate stimulation to push Steve to orgasm. His anus pulsed around Bud's cock, and his penis shot ropes of cum into Terri's mouth. Unlike earlier, she saved the creamy liquid, rolling it around her tongue but not swallowing. 

Bud continued to shudder for several moments, lost in the endorphin-driven ecstasy of orgasm. Steve's pulsing anal muscles milked the cum from his cock. He realized he was sweating profusely, and fighting to catch his breath. As his cock rapidly deflated he withdrew it from Steve's ass, leaving a gaping cavern behind, and sat back on his haunches.

When she was sure she had every drop of Steve's elixir Terri gently pushed Deana's head away from her pussy and rolled out from beneath Steve. Standing, she moved quickly around to her husband and kissed him. She forced the gooey, salty-sweet substance into Bud's mouth, keeping her lips pressed tightly against his as her tongue swirled the creamy liquid around. She wanted Bud to savor the taste of man cum as much as she did, and she was gratified when he showed no hesitation, but accepted the seed and forced it back past her lips in turn. They tongue wrestled for several long moments, passing the nectar back and forth.

Deana reached up and kissed her husband, who was still on all fours on the divan. Her bright eyes shown as she cupped his face tenderly in her hands. They kissed hungrily, passionately, eyes open and peering into each other's soul. Deana had long been skeptical of the claims she had heard about swinging bringing couples closer. Indeed, Steve had always been forthright with her about his belief that many more couples were in swinging for the wrong reasons than those who participated with the right goals in mind. But he had always affirmed his observation of swinging bringing couples closer that had solid relationships based upon mutual respect and honesty. Her every experience with her husband over the past few weeks seemed to bear that out.

The two couples broke apart and began to exchange kisses and appreciation all around. Steve kissed Terri with a smile, and whispered in her ear to be ready during tomorrow's slave auction. Deana kissed Bud, savoring the lingering taste of Steve's cum on his tongue. The two women kissed, their hands roaming freely with the promised of future trysts. They were happy to have discovered one another. And Bud kissed Steve. Unlike his earlier hesitance, Bud did so with real gusto, reaching down to roughly squeeze and handle Steve's cock. Steve returned the kiss with equal fervor and equivalent groping.

"My husband needs a shower, and then we're going to go for a swim," Terri announced. "We promised some other friends to meet them there about now, though I think the four of us could fill a whole evening together sometime."

"I agree with you on that," Steve responded. "I for one am really happy to have made this connection, and from the look in her eyes I can see that Dee agrees. We'll have you guys over sometime soon for dinner at our house, and maybe you can spend the night?"

"That sounds fabulous," said Bud. "And let's not forget that we still have the rest of this weekend. Terri and I are both putting our collars up for auction tomorrow, but if I get the chance I'd love to sample Dee again, and Steve you have the hottest ass I've fucked yet!"

With that the four friends moved back inside. Steve and Bud went to the shower, and were soon joined by their wives. The four friends playfully soaped each other, the women careful to keep their hair dry. Then Bud helped Steve with a quick anal rinse to freshen up for the rest of the evening.

After drying off Bud and Terri gathered their few clothes, said their final thank yous, and bid Steve and Deana goodnight. They dropped their clothing off in their own room down the hall, and headed out to the pool by way of the desert bar. Steve took Deana in his arms and kissed her warmly.

"Happy?" Steve asked.

"Deliriously," replied Deana. "In all our life together I've wondered how I could possibly feel closer to you while another man fucked me, or I watched you with another woman. Tonight is really bringing the last pieces together for me. Thank you for this wonderful life, Husband!"

"My most wonderful pleasure, you sexy goddess!" Steve said. "Are you tired? Or do you want to really experience the whole weekend here? People will be at it like rabbits 'round the clock. We even have people voting and fucking during the Membership Meetings."

"I'm invigorated, not tired!" Deana exclaimed. "I can't see me going 24 hours, but I'm definitely not ready for the night to end. How about you?"

"I'm actually thinking that a trip to the Dungeon might be fun," said Steve. "You're welcome to come along, or you can strike out on your own and see what adventures await. We could meet at the desert bar in a couple of hours and share stories."

"That sounds like fun," Deana replied. "I think I'll wonder around and see what I can see. Maybe find Julie and share a strange man. Would you like to hear stories of your wife being a tart?"

"I'd love it!" Steve said enthusiastically. "Particularly if you won't mind hearing about your husband being a kinky sub boy to some evil dominatrix."

"One thing," Deana said with a wicked grin. "Can I carry your phone with me, and will you show me how to turn on the vibe in Terri's butt?"