0 comments/ 80301 views/ 5 favorites Join the Club Ch. 1 By: PixieChick Miranda looked at herself in the mirror one last time before going downstairs. She was dressed more conservatively then usual, but it was for a good cause so she was prepared to suffer. Her only concessions to her usual mode of dress were the number of buttons undone on her blouse and the thigh high part in her skirt. Now, if Tim agreed she was, at first glance anyway, properly dressed they'd be off to an oh, so fun, club meeting. Tim had joined the club several months ago at the suggestion of a coworker. He said it was a great place to network and in today's economy that was always a plus. Tonight was the first time Miranda was going to one of the gatherings and she had been warned it was a conservative group. "Ah, well," she thought, "The perils of married life." Tim was waiting in the foyer for her and he smiled as he watched her come down the staircase, her skirt exposing a long patch of pale skin. He grinned and shook his head, "Now, honey, I told you they were a conservative bunch." Miranda pouted and did up one more button, pausing at the bottom of the stairs, "Better?" she asked with a grin of her own. Tim just laughed and crossed the floor to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her close, letting her feel the effect her entrance had had on him. "Maybe I should take care of that before we go?" she asked. Tim slid his hand along the slit in her skirt, stroking her skin, as he ground his burgeoning erection into her. "We don't have time, honey. We don't want to be late." Her grin slipping in a more mischievous direction Miranda says, as she takes a step away from her husband, "Well, I guess I'll have to suck you in the car then, dear." She doesn't have to look at him as she steps around him and heads for the door. She knows what those words have done and she knows he's going to be in the car in a flash now with his zipper down. She rocks her hips suggestively all the way to the car and once they're both inside and he's backed out onto the road she leans over and licks his earlobe, whispering, "Now I'm going to slide on down and take that hard cock into my mouth so you can fuck my lips and feed me your cum, darling." Miranda watches Tim's hands shake on the steering wheel and she smiles. She releases her seat belt and slides across the bench seat. It takes a little maneuvering to get around his seatbelt, but soon he's freed of constraints. A hungry moan in the back of her throat is the only warning Tim receives before his cock is swallowed. Miranda closes her eyes in pleasure at the first taste of her husband's cock. Her tongue licks expertly along the underside of his cock and around the head as she took him deep inside. She felt the car stop several times, assuming they had hit red lights, but she didn't stop. Between her own legs she could feel a growing moistness as the sensations of sucking her husband's cock were beginning to have the usual effect on her. Wiggling in her seat she went to slide a hand between her legs when Tim stopped her. "No time, darling," he gasped out as Miranda felt the head of his cock begin to twitch on her tongue. Sighing around his cock she resigned herself to a long uncomfortable night even as those thoughts fled at the feel of her husband forcing his cock up once more to fill her mouth with his cum. She kept licking as he came, kept licking even after he was done, enjoying the smell of him as she ran her tongue around the head of his cock over and over. Finally he had to gently pull her away, and she sat up, giving him a pout. "Sorry, darling," he said with a smile, "But we're here." Miranda pulled down the visor mirror and checked her hair and makeup to be sure nothing was out of place as Tim redid his pants. When they were both decent again Tim stepped out of the car and came around to help out Miranda. The meeting was taking place at one of the club officer's house, set back away from any road, and Miranda couldn't help but be impressed by the sight before her. As she slipped her arm through her husbands and bumped his thigh with hers she said, "Well, this is definitely better then the bowling alley and beer like the last time we went to a gathering." Laughing, Tim paused in the shadows of the porch to pull Miranda up tight against him and kiss her. Miranda could feel the wood of the porch, hard and smooth, against her back as Tim pushed her against it and her body, already excited by the events in the car, responded immediately to the feel of his hands on her waist. Miranda growled against her husband's lips and pulled him closer, rubbing the length of her body against his. Tim, unbuttoning her blouse, forced her against the wall, and began grinding his rapidly rising cock between her legs. Freeing one of her breasts Tim bent his head to it and eagerly sucked it into his mouth. Miranda's hands wrapped around Tim's waist and she pulled him tighter against her. She was beyond caring that she was in a stranger's yard, nothing but the night shadows protecting her from being discovered. Sliding her hand between her husband's body and hers she sought out his belt. "Darling Tim, please. We must stop," she murmured even as her hands worked at freeing his cock. "Someone might find us," she continued as pushed his pants down over his ass, grasping him there and pulling him against her, feeling the leak of precum through the thin material of her skirt. "Tim, you mustn't do that, no. Oh, don't suck on my nipples that way . . ." Miranda's head fell back some, scraping her scalp on the wood of the porch, but the slight pain wasn't going to stop what was happening now. Not even the sound she thought she heard on the porch was enough to keep her from reaching down and pulling her skirt up and holding it around her waist as she said breathlessly, "Now, Tim, stop teasing and fill me with your cock." Tim needed no other encouragement as he bit one last time at her tender nipple and then unceremoniously spun his wife around. Miranda reached out to press her hands against the wall as she was now treated to feeling her husband's cock grinding against her ass. She may have considered that some other time, but right now it just wasn't what she needed. Pushing back against him as he slid a finger inside her panties she gasped out, louder then she should have, "My pussy, darling, fill it with your cock, please." Miranda had to forcibly hold herself up as Tim finally pulled her panties aside and with no warning plunged his cock into her waiting wetness. "Oh, God, that is so good," he said as he began pumping in and out of her. Miranda could feel, by the wild way Tim was fucking her, that he wouldn't last long. Her pussy was soaking her panties and the cool night air was caressing her exposed breasts, driving her to a further sense of urgency as she started meeting Tim's thrusts halfway. Tim was making inarticulate sounds, his hands on her hips as he plunged into her. When he slid one of his hands under her and found her breast she cried out again, nearly losing her balance. His fingers sought out her nipple and pinched it roughly as he withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside. Both of them gasping now, Miranda tried to push back, to fill herself with his cock again, but Tim kept a tight grip on her hip and breast, holding her in place. Whimpering Miranda pushed back again, and this time Tim let her claim half an inch for herself. Her own orgasm building she whimpered more urgently and tried again, less successfully. Finally, Tim began moving again, shoving his cock into her faster and harder until his fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave marks and she felt his cum spill out of him, filling her pussy and then some. Her own need unseen to Miranda growled in frustration as Tim pulled out of her. Turning around she looked at him, pleading, but he just said casually, "Better fix yourself dear, we'd best be getting inside." Miranda stared, this was not like Tim at all. Not sure how to react she just nodded mutely and began straightening her clothes. Tugging her skirt down, buttoning her shirt back up Miranda glared the whole time at Tim. When she was done he was still hanging out in the open and Miranda could guess why. Reaching into her purse with shaking hands she pulled out a tissue and tossed it at him as she said, "Clean up yourself." Tim gave her an amused smile and did so, shoving the used tissue into his pocket to discard later. Once they were done he took her arm once again and led her up the porch and inside without bothering to knock. Miranda was still angry at her treatment by Tim so as soon as the formalities were over, being introduced to the few club members present tonight, she headed for the bar. Her panties clung to her uncomfortably as she waited for the man behind the bar to fix her drink. Not knowing how fancy they were here she'd just ordered a rum and coke, but the club member serving as bartender still did a fine job. She smiled at him and started up a conversation, trying to ignore the need she still felt in her pussy. As she talked her eyes sought out her husband and she found him surrounded by the rest of the club members present. Occasionally one of them would look over at her in a manner that made her feel uncomfortable so she just looked away and focused on the nice man behind the bar, who had, by now refilled her glass several times. A nice buzz forming she began flirting with the bartender who did not seem to mind. She leaned against the bar, her blouse falling open some as she did so. Just as she was about to say something she felt a familiar hand settle onto her ass. She unceremoniously pulled Tim's hand off her and turned around. "What?" she asked rudely. It was his own fault she thought, he knew she was still unsatisfied and now he wanted to fondle her? She shouldn't have had that last drink either, knowing what alcohol would do to her already sensitive body. "Now, darling," Tim said with a smile as the other men in the club gathered around. "I just wanted to come over here and ask you a favor." Miranda started to say something rude, but changed her mind at the last minute. "What?" she asked cautiously as it looked like Tim was up to something. You don't stay married to someone for four years without learning a thing or two about them, after all. "I was just telling my fellow club members about that darling tattoo you got for our anniversary last year. Do you remember?" Tim sidled closer to her as he talked, wrapping his arm around her waist. It was no use this time trying to remove his hand. Miranda's body was on high tonight and as she felt the familiar form of her husband against her, even this way, her lips parted and her tongue darted out to moisten them. She felt her nipples tighten inside her bra, scraping against the lace as she asked cautiously, "What about it?" Tim chuckled and took her empty glass from her hand as he led her away from the bar. The men followed as Tim said conversationally, "Well, they don't believe it. That you have it. Be a darling and prove me right, Miranda." Miranda stopped moving and turned to stare at Tim. "What?" she exclaimed? Her cheeks grew red from anger and embarrassment as she pulled away from Tim. "I will do no such thing! That was for you! Your present! I will not show . . ." Miranda stammered to a stop as she noticed she was now surrounded by the other men in the club. She didn't even remember their names, but they were all looking at her now and when she tried to look away from them by dropping her gaze she noticed the bulge many of them sported in their pants. Miranda's eyes widened and, as much as she wished it hadn't, her body responded to this. Her nipples, already sensitive, tightened more. The hard flesh was stroked by the lace of her bra whenever she breathed in and this caused her poor needy pussy to respond too. If she thought she'd been wet before, the state of her panties now was an indicator of just how much she needed some attention. But not this way. "Come on, darling," Tim said as he slipped around behind her, pulling her back against him. Miranda struggled a moment, but knew it was no use. Tim's hands slid up her stomach and to the buttons of her blouse. "They just want a peek, darling. You don't mind, do you?" Her head shaking Miranda tried to articulate a no, but before she could speak Tim's knuckles grazed over one of her nipples. Instead of the negative answer she had been trying to give what came out was a needy sigh. Her face flushed as Miranda tried to hide the obvious want of her body as Tim began unbuttoning her blouse. He freed it from the waist of her dress and pulled the two halves apart. Appreciative catcalls came from the men surrounding her and Miranda turned her head to try to hide. "Now, now, honey," one of the men, the club vice president, if she remembered correctly, said. "That's a nice pair of tits you have there. No need to be ashamed of them. But where's this tattoo?" Miranda looked around at the men, her eyes silently pleading for someone to come to her rescue, but the way the men were feasting on her with their eyes soon told her how hopeless this was. Tim gave her nipples a playful tug before he stepped back and said, "Go on, darling, show them." Miranda's head shook as did her hands and she said, "No," but this only drew a laugh from the men. "Always shy at first," one said. "Wasn't so shy out in the yard though, was she?" asked another, the bartender. Miranda's hands clenched now and she spun around on Tim, "They were there?" she cried out as she raised her hand to him. Tim's own hand snaked out and grabbed hers. He held it in his as he nodded. "Now, darling, if you had been so concerned you wouldn't have let me fuck you on the lawn, would you?" he asked as his free hand reached out to caress her breasts through her bra. "You certainly wouldn't have sucked my cock in the car if you cared about being seen." Tim nodded matter of factly and dropped both hands, freeing Miranda. "Now, Miranda darling, show these men the tattoo." "I hate you," she growled to her husband. Miranda knew though, there was no getting out of this now. Resigned, she turned back to the group of men and reached for the clasp of her bra. Her fingers fumbled the front clasp and she cursed them inside her head. After a minute had passed and still no luck the vice president stepped up and said, "Allow me, honey," as he reached out and undid it. His hands lingered on her breasts, pushing the two sides of her bra away to free them. Miranda struggled now; it was one thing to show herself to strange men, another to be touched by them. The vice president though, simply took one of her nipples between his fingers and twisted hard as he said, "Behave, honey." Looking over her shoulder to where Tim stood watching the man said, "You were quite right, these do feel like the most fuckable tits ever." Miranda squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pretend she was anywhere but here. When the hands finally moved off her breasts, sliding her bra off her she moaned. It was with relief, surely, she thought, that these strange hands were no longer on her. Regardless, the men took it as a good sign and soon she felt more hands on her. She just stood there as she felt Tim come up behind her again and cup her breasts in his hands. "Well, gentlemen, here it is," he said, cupping her left breast and holding so they could all see the small, "property of Tim" that was written in a red heart under her nipple. His fingers grazed the skin where the ink was and Miranda bit back another moan. It had been painful to have done, but worth the look on Tim's face when he'd seen it on their third anniversary. But he was supposed to be the only one who saw it. "Please, no," she murmured hopelessly. The men just chuckled as one of the other officers of the club stepped up and said, "May I?" to Tim. Nodding, her husband held Miranda's breast out as the man bent his head and ran his tongue over the words. A shiver ran through Miranda at the first touch of a man's tongue other than her husband's in years. Taking this as a sign of assent the man roamed further. His tongue moved all over her breast and soon found her nipple. He greedily sucked on it for some time before Tim laughed and pulled her free. Releasing her again she stood topless in a circle of men. "That the only one she has?" a new voice asked. Miranda opened her eyes and saw the man speaking. He was a big man in any sense of the word and as she looked down she saw he was big everywhere. Without thinking, her lips parted and her tongue came out to lick them as she stared at this man's hidden cock. Noticing her look the man just grinned as he waited for an answer. "Well, for now, gentlemen," Tim said. "But we're thinking of getting her a new one. Go on and show them where, darling." Miranda's eyes shot open and she shook her head, sanity returning briefly. "No," she said, although not very convincingly. Her eyes scanned the room again. Seven, counting her husband. Even as she stood there ashamed at being exposed she could feel her pussy growing wetter as all these men stood around staring at her. "Be a good girl, Miranda and you'll get a treat," one of the men said, grabbing at his cock as he said this. Miranda's knees felt weak as she watched this. Here was a stranger offering her his cock while her husband watched on. It finally sunk in, this was going to happen regardless of her feelings on the matter. With a fatalistic shrug Miranda looked around and then walked through the men to the coffee table. Climbing up on it she said, "If you gentlemen insist," and reached for the buttons of her skirt. Surrounded in a flash Miranda didn't look at any one man too long as she undid her skirt and let it fall to the table around her feet. A delicate kick and she was free of it. Now she stood there, clad in only wet panties and heels, waiting for the next request. Join the Club Ch. 2 The men in the club pushed closer to Miranda as she stood there on the table. Several of them reached out to stroke her thighs or ass as she waited, growing less resigned and more excited with each stroke of a hand, for whatever came next. They watched appreciatively as her skin flushed from all the attention and when one man leaned in to lick her pussy through her panties the rest steadied her as her knees weakened from the contact. Before he could pull away Miranda reached down and pushed him forward again. Her hands locked around his head and she sighed, here was finally the release she'd been needing all night. Behind her she felt a pair of hands pulling her panties down to expose her ass. Two sets of hands now stroked her flesh there, kneading and pulling her cheeks apart to expose her. In front of her the unknown man was still lapping at her pussy, teasing her clit after every few strokes. No matter what Miranda tried to do though, she couldn't get him to finish her. Behind her, the hands continued their kneading and she felt a finger brush between her cheeks, pausing to press experimentally at the entrance. Miranda looked around her, some of the men by now hand freed their cocks and were stroking themselves as they watched her being teased by these three men. Others had begun removing all of their clothes and were standing naked as they stroked their hard cocks. She felt a pair of hands slide down her leg and to her feet where they carefully helped her off with her heels. Miranda whimpered at the feel of a new pair of hands, but the sound quickly turned to a surprised, if pleased, yelp as she felt a second tongue on her now, probing her anus. Miranda's knees nearly buckled on her and the man licking her pussy wrapped his arms around her legs to steady her as this new exploration began. Her experiences with anal sex were limited, while she enjoyed it on occasion, it was still her pussy she preferred being fucked, but this, this was something new entirely. Tim had never shown any interest in doing this and she'd never gotten up the courage to suggest it. Whoever it was, it soon became obvious they had plenty of practice. The tongue passed over anus several times, gentle flicks, and long slow licks, then, without warning it paused and licked a little harder, pushing in. Miranda gasped, torn between angling back to the tongue causing so many wonderful new sensations on her ass or pushing forward to the persistent licking of her pussy. She looked around through the haze of her building orgasm to try to spot Tim, but she didn't see him in the crowd of men around her. As close as she was to the release she'd craved all night Miranda was unable to build up much concern for the thought that she was, it appeared, alone in a room full of men she didn't know without even her husband to protect her. Just as she felt the beginnings of the first tremor of her orgasm first one then the second tongue removed itself from her person. Miranda cried out in frustration at once again being denied this even as she looked down and saw the bartender who had been servicing her pussy so well pull her panties the rest of the way down her legs. He helped her down from the table and to step out of them, raising them to his lips to kiss as she watched. He then handed them off to the man next to him and she watched as her panties were handed from man to man, each man kissing or licking them before passing them on. As she watched this she could see out of the corner of her eye the few men still clothed removing the rest of their garments. "Now honey," the vice president said as he stepped forward, his cock standing straight out and beginning to leak, "I know you want nothing more then to have someone finish off that hungry pussy of yours, but we have rules here, you see." He gave his cock a stroke as Miranda watched, her eyes feasting on the different cocks now exposed to her. "Please," she said haltingly as her hands brushed up her stomach to raise her breasts suggestively to the men. "I just need to cum," she continued as her fingers pinched one of her hard nipples. She spied Tim then, coming back in from the hallway. Where had he been? Tim waved to her, displaying his own hard cock as he came up through the men to stand before her. "Been behaving then, darling?" he asked before reaching out to pat her on her thigh. Miranda spread her legs at his touch, pleading with her eyes for him to just touch here, right there. Shaking his head Tim reached up and twisted one of her nipples hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. "Now, now, darling, there are rules. You just behave and you'll get exactly what you want." Tim stepped back then and Miranda felt a man on either side of her grab her arm. She looked to one side and saw the bartender, still wearing his friendly smile as her eyes lowered to take in his cock. She licked her lips as she saw it, one of the most perfect cocks ever, she thought to herself. Already she could taste it in her mouth, smooth and salty, filling her perfectly as it slid between her teeth. Her knees weakened at just the thought of kneeling before such a specimen and servicing it as it deserved. The whole group laughed as they watched her checking out their fellow club member's cock. "Show her yours, George," one of the men called out, "If that impresses her surely she'll swoon over you." Miranda looked around, trying to remember who George was. She didn't have to worry though, George was right at hand. The bartender released her arm and the other man holding her swung her around to face him. Even before she looked down she could feel his cock brushing her stomach. George, the big man she had noticed earlier, didn't wait for her to look on her own though, he pushed her shoulders down, sending her to her knees before his massive cock. Miranda stared, open mouthed at it, it was, by far, the largest cock she'd ever seen. She trembled as it stood out proudly before her face. She'd never fantasized much about a large cock, she'd had too many friends say it was usually more uncomfortable then pleasurable the first several times. Still, looking at it now, the head a nice red color, the shaft straight, Miranda was unable to resist leaning forward and licking the salty precum off of it. Above her George groaned in pleasure and wrapped his fingers in her hair to pull her forward. Hesitant, Miranda opened her mouth wide and felt the head of his cock push past her lips. It wasn't possible for her to take much of him in her mouth, but she leaned forward, licking the tip of his cock and allowing him to rock it back and forth in her mouth. Around her the men were talking, commenting on her willingness to eat cock. She ignored them, didn't really hear them as she focused on the feast before her. Just as the two developed a rhythm that appeared to work best though she felt hands on her shoulders pulling her away. George's cock came out of her mouth with a pop and she made a frustrated growl as she tried to pull away from the hands and return to it. "Now, darling," she heard Tim say as she struggled with the hands holding her back, "You don't want these nice men to think you're some kind of a slut do you? Really, if you keep that up they'll begin to believe you're nothing but a cock sucking whore." Tim's voice hardened as he spoke and Miranda felt a familiar thrill run through her. This was just another of their games. He knew how turned on she was to be talked to in such a manner and she enjoyed playing the part of his slut, being degraded as he pounded his cock into her willing mouth. Miranda shook the hands off her and turned to look at Tim. She raised one of her breasts to her mouth and looked right up at him as she ran her tongue over her nipple. An almost unanimous groan filled the air as she did this and when she released her breast she crawled over to where Tim stood, his cock sticking out proudly before him. She kissed the top of his foot and then his ankle. The club watched as she worked her way up his leg, but just when she was about to bring her lips to his cock a hand grabbed her hair from behind and jerked her gently away. "No, honey, not yet," the voice of the vice president said chidingly. "Remember, we have rules." Miranda gave another frustrated growl, but allowed herself to be moved. She was brought back to the table she had stood on at first and laid back on it. She could feel different cocks rubbing up against her and the men were all liberal with their caresses. Sighing in anticipated pleasure Miranda did not notice until she tried to move one of her legs that they had been secured to the legs of the table. She struggled then, but George leaned down and gave her cheek a little slap as he raised her arms over her head and said, "Behave or none of this for you," and brought his cock close enough to her mouth to allow her a quick lick of his balls. "Besides," the vice president added, "Surely you don't mind leaving that pussy of yours exposed so we can all see it, do you, honey." Miranda shook her head and looked up at the men surrounding her. She looked for Tim and found him at her shoulder. "Just relax, darling," he said as he began stroking his cock. She looked around the circle and saw all the men doing the same. Some of them watched her as they did it, some of them were looking at the other cocks being touched, but all of them were rapidly approaching release. Miranda moaned and tried to arch her back up against her restraints. She parted her lips and whispered, "Oh, oh, yes," as she realized what was going on. Seven men were about to unload their cum all over her body and Miranda relished the thought of it. The vice president, who had been standing between her legs had increased his speed and he said, as he gave a final stroke to unleash his seed on her, "Now, gentlemen, give it to her." Watching as cock after cock unloaded onto her, Miranda cried out as cum rained down on her. She could see it hitting her stomach, her breasts, feel it on her thighs and her pussy. She turned her head and saw George, still stroking his large cock and as she watched he released his own flood onto her waiting body. He covered her face in his cum, she could feel it hitting her cheeks and her head turned, mouth opening to try to catch at least a drop on her tongue. As if this was the sign he had been waiting for, George closed the distance between them and shoved the head of his cock between her lips so she could feel the last spurt enter her mouth. Around his cock Miranda moaned, greedily licking and sucking every last drop from him. When he was done he stepped back a little and took a handful of her hair to wipe his cock clean. The other men then did likewise. Softening cocks coated her hair with the remains of their cum and the whole time Miranda writhed in pleasure on the table for them to see. Her pussy ached however for release and when the men were done she looked up lustily and begged them all, "Please, oh, please now, let me feel something. A hand, a tongue, a finger, a cock. I need to cum before I die." Chuckling the vice president said, "Now, honey, I said there were rules," and he turned and motioned Tim forward. "You know the rules, Tim," he said as the men stepped back to give the two of them some space. Nodding his head Tim knelt down beside Miranda and kissed her as the rest of the men found room on the couch or pulled chairs over to watch. Slowly Tim's mouth moved from her lips to her cum splattered cheek. He licked at her skin, wiping her clean, moving to catch the drop on her ear and then working his way down her neck. Miranda watched, half in shock, as her husband worked his tongue all over her body, licking and sucking the cum off of her. She'd never seen this side of him before, had always assumed he had no desires for this sort of thing at all. Still, as her body became increasingly aroused at the touch of his mouth a part of her wondered at the way he performed his task with such enthusiasm. Perhaps this was not the first time he had tasted a man's cum? The thought of Tim with his mouth wrapped around some other man's cock brought a loud groan of pleasure from Miranda's lips. She looked around and saw the men avidly watching the cleanup process. Occasionally one of them would call out when Tim missed a spot and he would dutifully return to lick off the missed bit of cum. After what seemed an eternity he reached her pussy. First though, he licked her thighs clean. Miranda squirmed on the table, pulling against the ties holding her down and said when she could get a coherent word out, "Now, please, Tim, make me cum. Please, lick my pussy clean." Tim raised his head to look at his wife and then he looked over at the vice president who nodded ever so slightly. Tim lowered his head to his wife's pussy and licked in one long slow stroke. Miranda's hips bucked and she cried out an inarticulate cry of pleasure as she finally received what she needed. Tim licked and sucked her pussy until it was clean, his tongue sliding between her lips to enter her wetness, to be sure he didn't miss a drop of cum. Her whole body shaking, Miranda opened her eyes to see the bartender standing over her stroking his hardening cock. Without waiting for any sign she opened her mouth wide and waited. Smiling down at her in a pleased way, he straddled her and began feeding her his cock. She sighed around it, her tongue running up and down the length of him as he stroked it back and forth into her mouth. She'd been right, it tasted perfect. He fucked her mouth evenly with long slow movements even as her husband finally settled his attention on her aching clit. His tongue flickered out to touch it causing Miranda to jump and pull against her restraints. Again and again he did this even as her mouth was being assaulted by another cock. She felt the first twitch of the cock just as Tim's lips locked around her pussy and his tongue attached itself to her clit licking it faster and faster until she screamed around the cock in her mouth with her release. Her whole body bucked up as Tim kept his mouth on her pussy. Above her, the bartender groaned and pushed farther into her, feeding her his whole cock. She could feel his hairs pressed against her and she just opened her mouth wider to take him in, welcoming the assault the same way she welcomed the continued touch of her husband's tongue on her needy pussy. The bartender grunted just as her husband brought her off again and he filled her mouth with his cum as she shook under him, her lips parted in a scream of pure pleasure. She kept sucking even as he finished, her tongue licking the head of his cock, being sure to catch every last drop of his cum. Finally, he pulled out of her mouth and she made a disappointed sound. The whole group laughed as both men stepped away from her. Miranda lay there, gasping and trying to recover from her orgasms, even as she looked around at the newly hardened cocks surrounding her. Her mouth opened and closed several times as the men watched, some of them stroking their cocks openly. She watched in shocked surprise as her husband walked over to the couch where the vice president sat and took the man's cock in his hand to stroke it gently. She moaned louder as she saw what happened next. Tim kissed the man and then lowered his head to his lap. Miranda felt her nipples tighten and her pussy respond to the sight of the cock that was slowly disappearing between her husband's lips. This was definitely not something she had ever expected. The vice president looked over at her as his hands stroked Tim's hair. Miranda watched as her husband swallowed cock, obviously not the first time, but she'd never had a clue. She felt hands on her arms and legs and drew her gaze away to see a couple of the men releasing her from her bondage. They helped her to stand and she stumbled a little, falling into one of the men, moaning as his cock brushed up between her parted legs. The man thrust forward once, his cock sliding over her clit and causing her to gasp. Then, reluctantly it seemed, he pulled her away and turned her around to walk her to where the vice president was being serviced by her husband. Once she was standing before them the vice president pulled Tim off of his cock. Tim looked up at Miranda as he wrapped his hand around the base of the cock he had just had in his mouth. Behind her, one of the men helped her to straddled the vice president's lap, going so far as to reach between her legs and spread open her pussy. Miranda looked down, watching as she was lowered onto this cock that her husband guided into her. The vice president grunted as he felt his cock slowly pressed into Miranda's pussy. Once he was halfway in Miranda saw Tim pull his hand away and move over some so he could watch. He leaned forward and kissed her before turning her head towards the vice president's. She leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against him as she felt his cock throbbing inside her. Little moans of pleasure came out as his hands reached behind her to knead her ass as he invaded her mouth with his tongue for the first time. Her nipples ached, hard and erect, as they brushed over the hair on his chest. He continued caressing her ass for a moment, only stopping when she felt a second pair of hands on her there. Then he raised a hand to her head, turning it away. She saw then the man standing behind the couch, his cock leaking as he waited his turn. Miranda leaned forward even as he did and her lips parted to welcome his cock into her mouth. A new rhythm had to be found as this new man worked into the scene, his thick cock poking between her lips as she bounced up and down on the cock beneath her. As she did this she felt the hands on her ass grow more insistent. They parted her cheeks, exposing her anus to the cool air of the room and causing Miranda to whimper around the cock being fed to her. Then she felt the tongue again, snaking up the crack of her ass to circle around her opening and press inside. The cock popped out of her mouth at the surprise of this and she moaned out, "Oh, yes, do me there," before the man captured her head and shoved his cock back between her lips. As the vice president continued pumping in and out of her pussy she felt something cold against her ass. A well lubed finger snaked up into her ass, stretching and testing before a second was added. Miranda grabbed the hands of the vice president from where they rested on her thighs and brought them to her breasts. He groaned his approval as his fingers dug into the flesh of her breasts. Above her the man she was so diligently fucking with her mouth stiffened and unloaded between her lips. Miranda sucked him eagerly until he pulled away, but she needn't have worried about an empty hole for another man was right behind him. His cock was a little thicker, but Miranda leaned forward eagerly to taste it. Just as he pushed past her lips for the first time Miranda felt the fingers in her ass slip out. Sighing in disappointment around the new cock she stiffened as she felt the head of a cock press against the opening the fingers had just left. The vice president must have felt her stiffen, for he released one of her breasts reluctantly and slid it down between them to find her clit. Miranda sighed around the cock in her mouth and leaned forward, pausing in her bouncing on one cock to allow the third to enter her. She groaned as it parted her slowly began to work in. She felt the vice president's cock twitch inside her and she wiggled against him as the third cock worked inside her. She felt it when the head pushed past finally and she relaxed as the man paused to give her time to adjust. Meanwhile, above her, the man had not paused in his wild fuck of her mouth. She ran her tongue over him and raised a hand to begin to stroke his balls while he fucked her. Eventually she managed to begin to fuck the cock in her pussy as the man behind her worked his cock slowly back and forth into her ass. She looked up at the man fucking her mouth just as he looked down to watch his cock disappear between her lips and seeing her looking up he immediately lost the little control he had left. He grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth as far as it would go until he filled her up. Miranda had to swallow several times to ensure she did not lose a drop of his cum. Join the Club Ch. 2 Meanwhile, behind her she felt the man fucking her ass begin to increase the tempo. Beneath her the vice president sat still. Allowing her to fuck him as she pleased, his hard cock throbbing inside her pussy. Her breasts bounced before his face and it wasn't log before he grabbed them and said, "What delicious tits, honey," and buried his face in them. Miranda moaned and ran her fingers through his hair as the man behind her gave one more powerful thrust, burying his cock into her ass as he came. Miranda jumped at the feeling and pushed back against him as he emptied himself into her. He stood there a minute, and she could hear his panting above her, but couldn't see who it was. His cock slid out of her and she didn't bother trying to suppress the moan of disappointment. Her ass felt empty now and she wiggled it invitingly to the rest of the men. Unfortunately, the vice president released her nipple from his mouth and said, "No, honey, time for me to pump your pussy full of cum." Miranda threw her head back at his words and moaned out a yes, as he grabbed her thighs and began slamming hard up into her. Miranda rode his cock greedily, gasping at the sound of her wet pussy encompassing his hard cock. She bounced in his lap until he cried out and flooded her with his cum. While he was still hard inside her he reached down and fingered her clit. Sensitive from the night's activities Miranda did not take long to scream out her own orgasm. Once her body stopped trembling the vice president kissed her and raised his fingers to his mouth to lick her juices from them. "Very tasty, honey," he said as she felt two pairs of hands lift her from his cock. They set her feet on the floor and she immediately dropped to her knees between his legs to lower her head to his cock. The men behind her chuckled as she brought her lips to his cum smeared cock. She licked and sucked his cock and balls until all traces his cum and hers were gone and then reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled away. She turned around to see Tim and the bartender standing side by side, motioning to her. She crossed eagerly to them, as she felt cum leaking from her pussy and her ass. Once she was before them she stood there, her hair stiff in some places from where the cocks had been wiped clean, and her whole body trembling with excitement. "Hands and knees, darling," Tim said as the bartender moved around behind her. Miranda dropped to the ground and looked up at Tim as she raised her ass high into the air. The other club members gathered around again as Tim laid down on the ground and motioned her forward. Miranda crawled to him and over him, rubbing her pussy over his hard cock. "That's it, darling," he said with a gasp, "Fuck me like a good slut." All the encouragement she needed, Miranda lowered her well used pussy onto Tim's cock. At the same time she lowered her tits to his face so he could suck and play with them. She didn't know where the bartender had gone to until she felt someone behind her, spreading the cheeks of her ass again. Miranda moaned and pressed back against the fingers that entered her, then whimpered as they pulled out. Tim pulled her nipple from his mouth long enough to say, "No worries, darling, he's going to fuck your ass nice and good while you ride my cock." Miranda's face flushed at these words and, indeed, she felt soon after the head of a cock pushing against her opening. She looked up and saw George standing close by, stroking his large cock at her. She licked her lips to try to entice him forward, but he just shook his head, grinning, and said, "No, Miranda, you whore, I want my turn in that greedy pussy of yours." His words caused Miranda to begin to fuck her husband harder. She ground her pussy down onto his cock as a pair of hands steadied her hips to better gain entry to her ass. The double penetration was too much to handle for long and soon Miranda felt one of the hands slide over her hip and between her and Tim. From behind the bartender caressed Tim's balls, leaving them to finger her clit even as he slid in and out, his pace increasing as did Tim's at this extra stimulus. Tim was the first to cum, biting down hard on her abused nipple as he did so. The extra sensation from the pain of the bite sent Miranda falling after Tim and as she shook with her own orgasm she pushed back against the cock in her ass. It only took a few more strokes before the bartender roared as he emptied his cock into her ass. Miranda collapsed on top of Tim, too spent to move as she felt the cock slowly withdraw from her ass, a trickle of cum following it. She lay there, gasping for a minute before she felt a pair of hands roughly pull her up. She felt Tim's cock slide out of her and looked down to see the bartender performing the same service for him that she had done for the vice president. Miranda couldn't take her eyes off her husband's cock as it disappeared into the other man's mouth. A soft slap on her cheek drew her attention away however. George stood before her, his cock rubbing her pussy. "Forget about those two, bitch," he said roughly as he hauled her away from them. He brought her to the couch and bent her over the back of it. "Time to take a real man's cock, I'm going to fill your pussy full of cum." George slapped her on the ass and Miranda rocked forward against the couch, a moan of pleasure accompanying the sound of stricken flesh. George reached down and spread her legs wide as she felt his cock slide between them. She pushed back against him, eager to be filled by this huge cock. George chuckled roughly at her movements as he said, "Reach down and spread your pussy open for me now, bitch. Show me how much you want this." Miranda complied without a sound, her stomach resting on the couch as she slid her hands between her legs and spread apart her pussy lips for him. She could feel her own juices mixed with the cum of two cocks on her fingers as she waited. She stood there as she felt George move away from her. She kept her pussy open as she heard him say, "Your wife is quite the slut, Tim. Come see how she keeps her pussy open for me. Even after all the cock she's had tonight she still wants more." Miranda pushed her ass higher up into the air, her legs spread wide as she turned her head to see Tim and the others staring at her. "Please," she said, as her hips wiggled. George reached out and slapped her hard on the ass, leaving a red handprint where it landed. "Please what, bitch? Tell me you want it." Miranda had cried out at the slap, but it didn't dissuade her, it only made her hotter. Another blow landed on her ass as she gasped and said around it, "Please fuck my pussy. Oh, oh, please. Just, just bury your cock inside my hungry pussy and fuck me like the cock slut I am." The men all laughed appreciatively as Miranda talked, a couple of them slapping Tim on the back and telling him what a good wife he had. Miranda didn't care, all she could think about was the huge cock somewhere behind her, waiting to plunge into her pussy and fill her up. "Do it," she said louder. "Dammit, fuck me with your cock!" These words brought a rain of blows from George's hand onto her ass. It didn't stop her though, even through her tears she screamed out, "Give me your cock now! Shove it hard into my pussy. Use me, use me for the fucking cock slut you know I am." Her body began to shake, her ass burned from the slaps it had received and her vision blurred with tears. "Please," she gasped, "Oh, please, fuck me, sir." A round of applause started as she felt George bend over her and growl lowly at her, "That's better slut. Now, I know you want it." With those words she felt the head of his cock push against the opening to her pussy. He reached down and finally pulled her hands away from there they had been this whole time, holding her lips open and waiting to be entered. George moved slowly at first, easing his large cock into her pussy inch by inch. Another time he may have had more trouble, but tonight Miranda was ready for it. Her body was neatly wrung out from the fuckings she had already received and her pussy was just waiting for more. "Ooohhhhh," she moaned as she felt him sliding into her. "Oh, yes," she whispered. George laughed and said, "That's right, Miranda slut, take my cock, you're so wet, already filled with cum from your other fucks. Dirty whore that you are. Poor Tim having to live with a dirty little slut." As he spoke George pushed farther into her, grabbing her hips to still her. He groaned as he felt another inch sheathed in her waiting pussy. Miranda turned her head and saw the others watching as George pushed his huge cock inside her. She smiled, her eyes glazed over with lust and she wiggled her hips, pushed back against the cock invading her. "Oh, fuck, bitch," was all George said before he quit trying to go slow and gave one big thrust, burying himself into her to his balls. Miranda screamed as she felt herself pushed apart by his cock. Her scream only served to get George going more though and she lay over the back of the couch limply as he grabbed her hips and thrust himself into her over and over. He grunted and the others, even Tim, cheered him on as he continued his powerful stokes into Miranda's pussy. When she thought she couldn't take anymore she felt him stiffen and draw himself out until only his head remained inside. Then, with one last mighty thrust he buried his cock into her and came. Miranda screamed again in pleasure as she felt him unleash his steady stream of cum. Before he finished he pulled out, covering the outside of her pussy and then resting his cock against her ass. Miranda tried to pull away, but he held her tight as he pushed the tip of his cock into her ass. He grunted again and finished coming there, his cock head throbbing against the entrance to her ass. Miranda collapsed against the couch as George pulled away and gave her once last slap to the ass. "Not bad, Miranda slut," he said before walking off to clean up. Miranda straightened up and looked around. The men all began to applaud as she stood before them, her hair a mess, cum leaking from ever hole, and her ass a bright red from George's attentions. The vice president came forward and kissed her on the lips as he took her arm. "Well, honey, that was a mighty fine time. Why don't you go on up and get cleaned up some, then come back down for a drink." Miranda nodded mutely and looked around, finally asking, "My clothes?' The vice president chuckled and said, "Nothing to worry about, go get cleaned up and they'll be waiting for you. Third door on the left upstairs." He swatted her playfully on the ass, causing her to gasp and then he released her arm and turned to men saying, "Now, about what we discussed last time." Miranda stood there, dismissed. Finally she turned and left the room. She walked up the stairs and counted off doors. She paused when she thought she heard voices on the other side, but shook her head, obviously she was just dazed from her treatment below. She turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping into a well lit room that she saw, with growing embarrassment, was not the bathroom. A gasp from inside the room caused her to turn, hand still on the doorknob. Seated at a small table playing cards were four well dressed woman. Miranda turned bright red as they all took in her appearance, cum splattered hair, her nipples red from their attention, and the cum leaking from her pussy onto her thigh. She tried to stammer out an apology, but no words came as one woman finally stood.