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Club S

By: bbliss



"I have a surprise for you," Allen said with an awkward grin and a sideways glance as we drove through an unfamiliar part of town. I smiled. I have always loved surprises. 

It was dark outside as we pulled up to something that looked like a night club but simply said "S" over the door. The valet opened my door and as we approached the entrance, the doorman asked Allen for passes which Allen provided. We stepped inside to a very dark lobby where a host greeted us, asking if we were new to the club. Allen told him that we were and we received a quick introduction. The bar and dance floor were straight ahead. The member's only room with a viewing window was behind the bar to the right. There was an open lounge area to the left. There was a three drink minimum, and if we found we were interested in "additional services" we should inquire back here at the host station. 

At this point Allen was looking somewhat like a pre-teen who'd been caught stealing women's underwear from Victoria Secret, and I was very confused. Normally Allen hates clubs. But the bar sounded like a good option, so that's where we headed. We ordered our drinks and I noticed that the couple at the end of the bar was becoming very friendly, not really caring who noticed. 

"There's something I need to tell you," Allen said, as his eyes followed my gaze, but at that same moment our drinks arrived. 

We took seats at the bar which was surprisingly empty and just when Allen was about to speak, the bartender struck up a conversation. "Are you new here?" he asked. 

"Yes," Allen replied. "I haven't really had a chance to explain yet." 

The bartender winked at Allen and I was now thoroughly puzzled. He asked our names and the three of us talked as the bartender kept refilling our drinks. Finally the bartender leaned over quietly suggesting to Allen that he first take me dancing, then over to the viewing window and after that if he still thought he had a shot, to the lounge. So Allen asked me to dance and I said yes, more confused than ever. Allen has never liked to dance.

He took my hand, leading me to the middle of the somewhat crowded dance floor. They were playing pretty typical club music...heavy, pulsing, no real substance. Some couples were dancing easily to the rhythm, others were slow dancing. In the dark I noticed that outfits at clubs these days were getting pretty skimpy. Not a big fan of club music, it didn't surprise me when Allen took me into his arms to slow dance. After the strong drinks at the bar I welcomed the opportunity to lean against him and feel his arms around me. When I felt his lips and tongue on my neck, in my haze, it didn't seem odd to me that he would do that on the dance floor. When he kissed my lips, he tasted sweet, like Jim Beam. His kisses became more passionate as his hands began to wander. Even with the alcohol, that did seem odd. I was torn between letting him continue and being self conscious that someone might notice. He pulled me tight against him, letting me feel how hard his erection was between us. I tried to pull back, to look into his eyes, but Allen held me close and whispered into my ear.

"Look around," he said. 

I glanced around the dance floor and as I struggled to focus in the darkness I finally noticed that most couples on the dance floor were in various forms of undress with hands and mouths searching each other freely. Okay, it took me a while but I was finally starting to get it, and Allen saw the understanding as it registered in my eyes. I looked up at him, both stunned and intrigued, then he kissed me passionately again. 

Reaching one hand under the back of my skirt to grab my ass, and one hand under my top to play with my breast, I was still uncertain. But I could feel the heat and the insistence of his hands through the thin material of my lingerie. When he took my mouth with his again, my uncertainty melted away. We moved together with the music, kissing, hands running over each other, bodies rubbing, not paying attention to anyone around us. My breath caught as I felt his hand slide into the front of my panties. I hadn't expected him to do that. I looked around but no one appeared to notice. It was dark, the music was overbearing, and everyone on the dance floor was completely lost in their own world. Still Allen sensed my hesitation and asked if I wanted him to stop. 

"No, I don't want you to stop," I said, my voice barely a whisper. 

His hand between us, I wrapped my arms around Allen's neck and buried my face into his shoulder as his fingers gently circled my clit and we continued to sway as if we were dancing. With one arm holding me close, Allen's fingers explored my pussy, dipping slowly inside me, first one finger, then two, moving in and out rhythmically, then retreating to tease my clit. With the throbbing music, the warmth of his body against mine, his lips on my face and neck, and his fingers doing something that is normally forbidden in public, I couldn't control my climax. 

"Oh my god," I whispered. 

He grasped me tighter, dipping several fingers deep inside me, then used my juices to slowly circle my hard, swollen clit. My body shuddered as my orgasm came in waves on the dance floor in the middle of all those people, barely able to stand if not for Allen holding me against him. His fingers slowed inside me with the rhythm of my pulsing body, his palm pressing firmly against me until he felt me go limp. Then curling his fingers to slowly drag them through my pubic hair, he removed his hand from my panties. Pulling me close against him, he kissed me passionately again as we resumed slow dancing to the throbbing club music.

I could feel Allen's still very hard erection against my stomach and I reached for the top button of his jeans but he stopped me, whispering that we should go to the viewing window as the bartender had suggested. Still feeling spent and a little woozy, I took Allen's hand to follow his lead off the dance floor. Behind the bar I noticed rows of movie theatre style seating in front of a large window. 

"This may be more of a surprise than you had counted on," Allen told me.

I nodded, not sure what to expect. No one was sitting in the chairs so we slid into the front row and moved towards the middle of the window. As we sat down we had clear view of a room from a slightly elevated position. In the room were a number of people partaking in what I have always imagined an orgy would be like; men and women all together, either naked or in costume, touching each other, exploring with tongues, mouths, hands, feet, various sex toys. Most were entwined with more than one person, no one seeming particularly interested in gender. And all different kinds of sex. If you can think of it, we were watching it happen. At first I was shocked, but quickly my shock turned to intrigue and soon after to arousal. It felt a bit invasive to be watching, but I couldn't stop myself. Allen asked if this made me uncomfortable. 

"No, not uncomfortable," I said with my eyes glued to the scene, not exactly sure what I was feeling.

It was difficult for me to focus on any one event and I could sense that Allen was watching me just as intently as I was watching the scene below. He started pointing things out, telling me the things he wanted to do with me. Hearing him whisper those things, watching many of them happen right there in front of me made me so wet I could feel the moisture dripping between my legs. 

"Come with me," Allen said finally, taking my hand. 

On the other side of the bar was the lounge area the bartender had referred to. It was also dark, lit by dim lamps high overhead. As my eyes adjusted I could see that there were groupings of low foam chairs, pillows and bean bag style seating. Many of the areas were occupied with couples in various states of undress. Allen led me to a large pile of floor pillows, plopping himself down and taking me with him.

"I'm going to take your clothes off and make love to you here in the middle of all of these people," Allen said. 

I could feel my heart racing and my pussy becoming even wetter than before. Allen slid my top off over my head as I began unbuttoning his shirt. We quickly finished undressing each other and with our clothes strewn on the floor all around us, he pulled me on top of him to sit straddling his pelvis. 

Allen's eyes were closed as he rubbed and squeezed my breasts, rolling my now hardened nipples between his fingers. Then as he ran his hands up and down my naked body, the rush of feeling his hands on my bare skin, feeling his hard cock against my pussy, and knowing that other people were close by was unbelievable. Moving his hands down my sides to my hips, Allen began pulling me slowly back and forth over his shaft until my wetness completely covered him. I loved feeling his long shaft between my legs, rubbing against me, spreading my juices between us. My eyes wide open, I watched him, the pleasure evident on his face. I watched other couples pleasuring each other, listened to their groans and cries of excitement. My head was spinning.

"I want you inside me Allen," I said as my arousal grew. I leaned down close, closing my eyes and kissing him softly on the lips. He still tasted sweet. "I want you," I whispered again. "I want you to feel your cock deep inside me." 

Normally, that request might have been met with some additional teasing. But holding me close, Allen's rock hard erection slid into my aching pussy, little by little, meeting my slow back and forth movements, torturing me with his own restraint, my pussy involuntarily contracting around him with every little bit he was willing to give me. Then with one forceful thrust he plunged into me groaning as I let out a cry of pleasure. When I opened my eyes for the briefest of moments I saw others who had stopped to watch us as I had watched them. I had never been this aroused, all of my senses completely heightened. 

"Are people watching us?" Allen asked in a low husky voice as he pumped slowly in and out, our bodies, now slick with sweat as we moved against each other.

"Yes," I replied. Allen smiled. 

"Do you like it?" He asked, his hands running over my body, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Yes," I replied again. His smile grew bigger as did his cock.

Our pace quickened with the adrenaline of our surroundings, but as I felt myself coming closer to climax again, Allen stopped. Pulling my hips forward he slid down on the pillows, licking, kissing and softly biting his way over my breasts and down my body until his mouth was underneath me. I moaned as his tongue parted my lips, slid over my clit and searched inside me. His hands were on my ass, pulling me down onto him, his teeth grazing over me, his facial hair tickling and taunting me. My eyes were closed but I knew people were there. I could hear their moans and I knew some were watching. I almost couldn't contain myself but I waited. I wanted to cum with him inside me. 

I was just on the edge of orgasm when Allen flipped me over onto the pillows, forcefully thrusting his cock inside me. He wasn't interested in the others; his eyes were completely focused on me. He pumped into me fast and hard, our hands exploring each other as everything around us melted away. I knew those around us could hear my loud moans, and they could see him thrusting forcefully into me, but I no longer cared. I felt his heart beating fast, his cock rubbing, pulsing and filling me, his hands exploring me, his pelvis pulling and stroking my clit. My climax built into an orgasm so intense I almost couldn't breathe. I felt Allen explode inside me, thrusting and throbbing, each pulse of his cock causing me to tighten around him as I cried out in release. 

Trying to catch my breath, we laid there in the pile of pillows for a minute, spent and satisfied and then Allen look around and whispered, "Hey, did you know there are other people in the room?" 

I really love surprises.

Club Seven Gloryhole



Chad stepped out of the shower, steam filling the bathroom like a nice sauna. He grabbed a nearby towel and dried head to toe, making sure to get his hear nice and ruffled like he liked it. His hair a shade of brown that looks nearly red in the right light. Chad continued to dry off his well-sculpted body. No super model, yet Chad took great pride in his body. His pecks are nicely toned, and just slightly south of that a slowly growing six pack forms. The towel trails lower still, now drying Chad's seemingly perfect cock; only three inches when soft, but a nice seven inches when fully erect, and close to two inches thick. It's something Chad has always boasted about to the girls. The towel makes it's way along each curve, vein, and crevis along his cock and it's head. 

Standing in front of the mirror, Chad admires his own body, gets himself hard and stares again.

"Now that's a sexy man," he says with a grin and doing the cheesy Hollywood movie pointer-finger.

Finally getting over his own reflection, Chad begins to dress in some of his nicest clothes. A sexy black Versace club shirt with small purple pinstripes along it. Matched with a black grommet belt and pair of slim-cut dark washed jeans. Though we don't want to feed his ego anymore, he's right; that's a sexy man!

"What the hell are you doing in there!?" Chad's sister screams at him while banging on the bathroom door.

They both had come up to visit family, they haven't lived together in over 3 years, so having to share a bathroom for the past week has been hell. Luckily, Chad was getting some release and planned to head out with some friends to a sexy club...a fetish club to be exact. Half of the room was the usual; dance floor and bar. The other half included lap dances, massage bars, and of course Chad's favorite, the glory holes. It's been over a month since he's been laid, hell even since a nice blow job, so this is a major relief.

"Hurry the fuck up!" Chad's sister once again screams at him. She also has night plans.

A few squirts of some Eau Frechue and he's ready for his hot night.

"Sheesh, alright alright, it's all yours, don't get your tampon in a twist", Chad began to search for his "hot club shoes" as he calls them.

***************

Cindy had already taken a shower earlier, but has been waiting on her brother Chad to get out of the damn shower. Wrapped in nothing but a towel, she brushes by him and slams the door shut. Her brother and her had never been greatly close, about average for brother and sister they believe. She stands in front of the mirror and lets the soft pink towel drop to the floor. She's absolutely beautiful, standing only 5'5", her silky blond hair with small curls and 'crinkles' in it. Cindy dabs some of her strawberry scented lotion on each of her palms and rubs it along her soft chest, moving down to her amazing 18yr old breasts. They were only B cups but are nicely shaped and perky; Cindy's nipples stand at attention no matter what she did, but she has the cutest pink nipples and dollar-coin sized aureoles. Her body is fairly thing, not quite toned, but very petite. She turns around to check out her pride and joy, her sexy ass. It's much larger and rounder than most of her white friends, so they always pick on her saying she has a black-girls booty! Though Cindy always thinks of it as a compliment. Cindy turns on some music to get into the mood, she can't wait to get on the dance floor with her friends again. Dancing around naked she turns the blow dryer on and gets her hair to her signature sexy, soft, silky look that drive the men wild. Finally she begins to dress, still dancing. She slips on a long sleeve white shirt that comes down just to her belly button, a sexy g-string, black and very thing, then a pair of black loose pants. To top it of she wears a short sleeve, black denim jacket, the torso part only comes just to cover her breasts, which of course she has safely secured in a push-up bra showing her sexy cleavage. She's in hopes of getting some action tonight, she doesn't quite care who with as long as he's super sexy. Finishing off her stunning look with some makeup, body glitter, and lip gloss, she heads out to the club.

*************

Chad arrives at "Club Seven", their usual dance floor slash sex club. He meets up with his friends and they immediately pick on his fashion as usual. Chad was always keen on fashion and always the best dressed of his friends. They take it to the bar and get a few drinks, Chad was having fun celebrating his newly legal-drinking age, only being 21 for about 3 months now. A rap song remix of "Low" came on and Chad and his friends hit the dance floor, grinding up against any girl they could find who would stay next to them. Chad put his drink down long enough to slide his hands up and down this sexy 19 year old's hot body. The redhead giggles and flirts with Chad a bit, leaning in pretending she's going to kiss him, then pulling away and winking. She slowly grinds her hot young ass against his crotch. She feels Chad get harder and harder beneath her ass, then she begins to rub the length with her hand. Her eyes widen a bit and she grins, waving her finger, subliminally saying "naughty boy". Chad pulls her close and plants a kiss on her neck, then whispers

"Maybe we should head to the back?"

By this of course he was meaning the private dance room and glory holes. The sexy redhead continues to rub his cock thru his pants, then does the cruelest thing a woman can do...she stopped, smiled at him, then left. Chad couldn't believe it, he was hoping so badly he was going to get at least a hand job from her. Defeated but still rock hard Chad decides to go to the back of the room himself. This is definitely one of Chad's favorite rooms. As he walks by he sees a sexy brunette giving a middle aged man what looks like an amazing blow job. She really knows how to use her lips and tongue just right. He watches for a bit then moves on. Finally, Chad sees his long-sought desire: the glory hole booths.

Stepping into one of the booths, Chad eagerly gets his pants and boxers down to his ankles. His smooth, thick shaft is completely hard now, just the idea of being in such a room is enough to make the head of his cock drip with precum. He waits patiently, and it's not long til the small red light at eye level came on. Chad knew this meant some hot young girl awaited his throbbing cock on the other side. he quickly slide into the hole until his balls were pressed firmly against the wall. He felt what he knew was a hand, it was very soft. It slowly stroke his eager shaft, almost admiring it with her fingertips. Finally, he felt an amazing warmth engulf the head of his prick, a tongue lashing along the curves, then finally sliding forward inch by inch til her lips met the wall. The stranger's tongue wound over each of Chad's veins, making small slurping noises Chad could barely hear over the club's music in the background. Chad holds onto the wall as he breathes heavier, rocking his hips a little along with the strange woman's tongue and lip lashing. For a moment, Chad thought it was all over as he no longer felt the heat of her mouth around his cock. But then he felt his cock being stroked once more and a tongue licking at the head. The woman's tongue dance along his shaft then slid slowly from the bottom of his shaft all the way along the length, then to the tip of it's head. He could hear her giggle as she began to lick up his sticky precum that's now oozing slowly from his cock. Once again, the wonderful strange mouth engulfs Chad's rod, sucking long and slowly, deep throating him and moving her throat muscles to massage the mesmerizing member in her mouth. She quickly opened her mouth a bit wider but still licking at his shaft as she heard Chad moan louder and slightly bang against the wall. Chad groaned loudly as his hot seed emptied into the strange, wanting mouth. It felt like a waterfall of cum, Chad hadn't cum in so long. Each pulse of his orgasm sent a white light feeling over his body. The mouth on the other side gladly accepted Chad's load, sliding it down her throat, and sucking harder as if wanting more; But Chad is spent. He retreats and heads out of the glory hole booth, making sure he's zipped up before heading towards the bar. Chad hears the glory hole door open, it's pretty hard to miss since no one has put WD40 on those doors since they were built. Curiosity gets the best of him and he turns to see who the amazing girl was on the other end of his orgasmic adventure.

**********

Cindy and her friend Jessica arrive at the club to have a wild night. They all agreed they need to just let loose and have some fun. They decided to go out to a club they had only been to a few times, a place called "Club Seven". Cindy and her girlfriends immediately hit the dance floor, just dancing with each other at first, laughing and having a good time. A few of her friends started dancing with random men, and finally it was Cindy's turn. He's very cute, Cindy thinks to herself. He must be in some type of military force judging on the haircut, but other than that it would be hard to tell. He's dressed very nicely, almost a little too formal for this kind of a club, wearing a dress button up shirt and nice black slacks. But wow was he tall! Cindy always had a thing for tall men, even though she's only 5'5" herself. They danced for a few songs, finally he asks if he can buy Cindy a drink. Well of course she's not going to object to the offer, since being 19 she couldn't get a drink herself if she wanted to. They sit at the bar and talk for a bit. Well, damn, turns out this guy is in the military and has a wife back in Arizona. So much for that guy! Cindy finished her drink and told the man that he is very cute and she hates to sound rude but she's here to meet single men. He graciously understand and lets her on her way.

"Jennifer, how the hell am I supposed to get any action tonight? All the guys here are gay or married!"

Cindy put on a force pouting face as she vented towards her friend.

"Well Cindy," Jennifer grinned, "Have you ever heard of a glory hole?"

Cindy blushed. She had heard of them plenty of times, she had just never used one. She told Jennifer this, and without blinking, Jennifer grabbed Cindy by the arm and pulled her toward the boxes.

"Okay Cindy, see this is where the girl goes, hence the spray painted G. No, the G doesn't mean Girl, it means "Giver", the other box has an R for Receiver." Jennifer explained.

Cindy giggle and her friends urged her in. Cindy did so but told her friends they had to go back to the bar and wait for her til she was done. Cindy was nervous, she sat there for a while and almost thought about getting out, but as soon as she thought that a nice, thick, long cock entered right above her face. She stared for a while, wasn't sure what to do. Nervously she started to stroke it slowly with her fingers, practically dancing with her fingers along his soft yet hard shaft. She begins to stroke it in full length, she's amazing how firm it is yet still smooth. Cindy gets extremely turned on and can't help but to slip the amazing cock's head into her mouth. Her tongue slowly twirls along every inch of the head of his cock. She can taste his sweet precum which turns her on even more. Cindy can't help but to please her curiosity. She slides the length of his cock into her wanting mouth one inch after another until she feels her lips hit the wall. She begins to work his cock like magic, she's always been able to drive the boys wild with her plump soft lips and powerful tongue. She makes sure her tongue hits every vein and every muscle she can taste and feel. Moving her head back and forth, she takes him as deep as possible, then finally deep throats his cock. She nearly gags but gets her composure and begins to move her throat muscles, massaging the strange man's wonderful cock like a precious muscle in need of a good workout. Cindy slips the mans cock from her throat, but before she can think of what to do next she feels a hot, thick wetness enter her mouth. She blinks hard at first, then is more prepared for the next few loads that enter her mouth. Cindy continues to suck and lick the amazing cock now spilling his seed over her tongue and mouth. She was so surprised how great he tasted, not anywhere near as salty as her boyfriend. The man's cock begins to soften, Cindy swallows the amazing load and waits for him to retreat his cock. Cindy had been rubbing her swollen clit the whole time, she brings her fingers to her tongue and licks off her incredible juices. Something about her own pussy juice has always turned her on. Cindy waits, she hears the door open and the stranger leave. She counts to 30, surely that's enough time he would have already been gone by then. Cindy fixes her hair and leaves the booth, she goes to meet her friends at the bar.

Suddenly, Cindy stops dead in her tracks, jaw open, and slightly shaking. She sees her brother at the bar staring at her in nearly the same deer-caught-in-headlights way.

"Is it possible?" Chad thinks to himself, "Did I just get that amazing blow job from my own sister?"

"There's no way!", Cindy exclaims in her own mind, "There's just no way that was my brother in there with that amazing cock"



Club Shume



I’ve always been very curious about my sexuality, but I’ve never had the courage to try another man.  My wife and I have been messing around with a strap on for the last couple months getting me ready for this night. 

 We drove to an exclusive club 15 minutes out of the city limit, and turned off the car.

  “Are you ready for this baby” Cindy asked

“ I think so, I’m getting hard just thinking about a cock in my mouth”

We walked up to the club and showed my card to the man at the door, he took a quick look at it and he ushered us in.  

We sat down in a small waiting type room and waited.

After sitting for a little while a woman walked into the room. 

“Welcome to the Shume” she purred.  “I hope that you will find what you are looking for tonight”  

Cindy told her that I was very interested in trying out another man and that we wanted someone who would be a little forceful with me.

“I think that we have just what you are looking for” with that she walked out of the room

After another short wait the door opened and five tall muscular men walked into the room, with the woman trailing behind.  She walked in front of the line of men and introduced them.  “first we have Mike an Ex-construction worker who loved to drill a little ass, next we have Dave who put in 13 years in a steel mill before we discovered his lovely cock. Next is Harry a collage football player that we only have for the summer holiday.  This wonderful piece of man meat is Jake, our blond blue eyed American boy, and last but not least Bailey our Irish muscle man.” 

After a few words with my wife we decided to take Bailey for a spin.  

Bailey walked up to my wife and gave her a long kiss then walked up to me and gave me the same.

I kissed him back and started to run my fingers through his hair.  He pressed into my erection and I thought I was going to explode.  Bailey stepped back and stripped, he was the most appealing male that I have ever seen.  My wife sat down and gave me a wink.  

 Bailey gave me a quick kiss on the mouth again then took off my shirt.  He kissed his way down my neck and flicked his hot little tongue across my left nipple.  He ran a trail of wet kisses across my chest and took my right nipple into his mouth sucking softly while lashing at it with his tongue.  He started to unbuckle my pants and then tossed my underwear at my wife.  

She started to take off her shirt and tweak with her nipples through her bra.  

I gasped out loud as a hot mouth enveloped my cock, the sight of this huge man sucking on my cock was too much for me and i blew my load.  

Without saying a word he sucked me dry and swallowed every last drop.  

I glanced at my wife who now had her pants off and was dancing two eager fingers across her clit.

“Now you get to watch me fuck your wife” he whispered in my ear

He slowly walked over to my wife and quickly kneeled on the couch she was on and slid home.  She opened her eyes in shock and a smile worked its way across he face.  She quickly came around his thick tool.  

“Your turn”  he rumbled to me he told me to get on my hands and knees in front of him and he pulled a tube of lube out of a nearby drawer.  He rubbed lube on one finger and lubed up my little asshole.  He slid one finger in my ass then slipped in another.  After he had three fingers pumping my ass he withdrew them and got on his knees behind me.  He lubed up his cock and put it at my back entrance.  He pushed gently and the head popped in, the he inched his cock into my asshole.  When he had gotten it all the way in he slowly backed up and inched in again.  After I had adjusted to a few strokes he sped up and started to pound my ass, every couple of strokes he would give my ass a little slap.  After 10 minutes of hard pounding his strokes got irregular and with a bellow  and a hard smack he filled my ass with his cum.  

He pulled out and kissed both of my cheeks, then stuck his long tongue into my abused asshole.  It felt wonderful and I came again as he he sucked his jizz out of my sore asshole.  

My wife smiled at me as I was getting dressed and Bailey left the room. 

“same time next week?” 



Club Sin



As I stood in the entrance to the club, my eyes adjusting to the dimness, I heard my name being called from the tables to the left. "Brian, over here." I still couldn't see beyond a few feet but I could follow my ears. She was on me before I saw her, her luscious mouth crushing mine in a hard embrace, followed by her arms and body pasted to mine. I put my hands on her barely covered ass and lifted her into me. Her tongue swished around my teeth and down my throat before she pulled away with a gasp. "I've been waiting forever," she wailed, "and I've already had two drinks." I smelled the vodka on her breath and could taste the tomato juice and Tabasco. After three she lost all control.

"Let's have another, baby," I said, "then we can go in the back.

I'd met this woman in a bar in SoHo a few weeks ago. She had only been in the city a year, she'd said, but she loved it. That wasn't all she loved from the looks of her. She was wearing a little black dress, the uniform of young women out on the town. Hers was littler than most, with extreme cleavage, no back, and so short you wanted to pinch her pussy. Her body filled it up just right, big bosoms, nicely curved ass, and long legs. All topped with a mane of long dark hair that you could get lost in. She was wearing that dress tonight, and she'd been instructed to wear no underwear. Tonight I was going to show her what being single in the city was really like, I thought, as I ordered the drinks.

"How was work, baby?" I asked before the drinks came. Gotta make her comfortable, I thought as I reached over and massaged her thigh up to her slit. No panties, as ordered.

"It was a long, long day." She was an editorial assistant at a small publishing house specializing in Goth themes. The job was one of the legacies of being an English major at Ohio State. And maybe it was the cause of her interest in BDSM. "Looking forward to tonight and what we're going to do made it bearable." She had a mixture of anticipation and fear on her face. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes were bright. I massaged her pussy, hoping to relax her.

The drinks came and I knew she soon would do whatever I wanted. I had told her some of what would happen tonight but not about the prolonged public humiliation she would suffer before she got to the enjoyable part, for her, of the evening. Humiliation was what I got off on.

"Drink up, " I said, and sipped on my scotch. She downed her Bloody Mary in a minute. Impressive, I thought. "Want another one?"

She drank her fourth in a short time. Her eyes were beginning to glaze and she lost most of her determined look. But she was focused on what she wanted. "Where's that back room you've been talking about?"

I stood and held out my hand. As she rose, her dress bunched at the waist, exposing her ass to other people. A woman sitting at the next table reached out for her left ass-cheek. Her thumb slid deep into my baby's ass-crack. "Look what I found, darling," the woman said to the man with her.

My baby jumped at her touch then let out a little yelp when the woman's thumb butted up against her sphincter.

"If you don't mind..." I said politely to the woman, an attractive girl with short blond hair who was dressed a little more conservatively than my companion as she looked to be wearing a bra under her little red dress. "We're going in the back room. You can continue what you're doing there, if you wish..." I left the open invitation in my voice. 

She looked up at me intently, but slid her hand off my baby's ass. "Maybe I will," she exhaled.

I patted my companion's dress down as far as it would go, which wasn't far. I put my arm around her shoulder and steered her thought the jumble of tables and smoky air toward a big wooden door in the back of the club, thinking all the while of that hand being even further up her ass.

The big man stationed at the door knew me, waving me through while looking approvingly at my woman. "I'm off in a few hours, sir," he said. "If you're still here maybe I can..."

"Of course, George. Just look for me first." We passed through into a large room with ten rows of theater-style seating arranged in a semi-circle around a small stage.

This was the real Club Sin, the part that you wouldn't know of unless you were into bare-ass humiliation. The room was half full but it was still early, about ten. There were more men than woman, which was normal. I did see a few couples through the dimness. I steered my compliant companion to a seat in the first row, right before the brightly lit stage.

"Sit here, baby," I said. I put her in a seat and sat next to her. I pushed a button on my chair arm. Immediately a man came through doors at the back of the stage. 

"This the one?"

I nodded my head. The man took my companion's arm. She gasped at the sudden touch. "Come on, honey. You're going to be the center of attention." 

"Brian, what's happening?" There was panic in her voice.

"I'll be right here, baby. Go ahead."

She was led onto the small stage and told to stand with her legs slightly apart. She was not restrained. She was not undressed. 

"SLUT! You are a SLUT," a deep male voice boomed out of the loudspeaker. 

My baby looked around, puzzled. Who was talking, and whom was he talking to. Finally, in a vodka-numbed voice, she whimpered, "Meeeeeee?"

"YES YOU, SLUT. You're the only one with tits hanging out and your ass barely covered, in public. Lift up that dress and show us your cunt."

"I can't." She whispered in a tiny voice.

"YES YOU CAN," the disembodied voice roared, before asking, "a volunteer from the audience." 

The blond from before rushed forward.

"Ah, another slut. Lift the first slut's dress slut."

The blond stood behind my baby, bent her over, and lifted her hemline, showing her ass and cunt. Then she spread her ass, exposing the brown pucker, and shoved a thumb inside.

"WHOEE!" my baby whooped.

The blonde turned my baby all the way around, displaying her to the audience. As she pivoted the blond stuck her thumb deep inside her captive's ass and squeezed one check with her fingers.

"WHOO, WHOOO, WHOOOO!" my baby panted.

"SLUT," the voice roared, "Open your eyes!" The lights came up over the audience so my slut could see everyone in the room. She gasped as she saw a hundred people, ninety-nine strangers, looking intently at her degradation, the violation of her ass. The blond pulled her thumb out with a loud POP, slapped the slut's ass, and left the stage.

My baby slowly rose to her full height. Her dress fell below her waist, hiding her cunt. 

"SLUT," yelled the voice, "What else are you!"

"I don't know..."

"You are a WHORE."

"A whore?'

"You are a slut-whore who wants to show everyone her cunt. Raise your dress."

My baby put her hands on the hemline and lifted. When it was back up to her waist she stopped.

The voice returned. "What kind of woman would willingly show her cunt to a room full of strangers?" 

"A complete slut, I guess."

"Are you a slut-whore?"

"Yes...no, no I'm not."

"Are you here willingly?"

"YES. No...I don't know." My slut was confused.

"Are you willing to take off your dress?" The voice was unrelenting.

"Um...yes." A small tired voice.

"THEN TAKE IT OFF!"

My baby was sweating. Rivulets ran down her cheeks. She raised the dress over her head and tossed it aside. The audience could see in the bright stage light that she was wet all over, especially between her legs.

"Tell us how you feel Slut. Tell all the people who are watching you, your loyal fans, how humiliated you are to be naked in public." The voice was relentless.

My slut stood there for a minute, her arms over her breasts, looking miserable in the bright light. "I am totally humiliated to think that I am here willingly, in front of all you people, AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!" She dropped her arms to her sides and spread her legs.

The voice again, "PULL APART YOUR CUNT LIPS."

"I'm so embarrassed, but I have to show you my lips and cunt." She reached down and with both hands pulled apart her fat lips.

"Don't move," the voice said, "we're going to have audience participation. Seat 22."

An older man, gray-haired but still tall and straight, slowly rose from the row behind me, took off his suit-jacket, and made his way to the stage. 

"Sir, how do you want to humiliate our slut?" the voice asked.

"This is for my wife, who loves to see young girls put in their place." And the gentleman walked behind the slut and bent her over forty-five degrees. "Look up at my wife and tell her you want me to spank you. Beg for it."

Through her tears my slut sobbed, "Please let your husband beat me."

And he did, ten hard slaps on her ass, then he turned her around so everyone could see, and he rammed three fingers up her shit-hole. He stood there for some time pushing his fingers, now all five of them in a tight arrow, up her asshole all the way to the second, and then third knuckle. "Beg my wife for me to let you go."

"ARRRRRGH," the girl cried. "Please, make him let go of me."

"That's not my wife," the man cried, and he jammed his other hand up her cunt.

A few seats away an older well-dressed woman stood up. "I'll have him let you go but you have to clean his fingers. I don't want them smelling of slut-shit."

The man pulled his hands out of my slut's two holes and presented them for cleaning. She licked them thoroughly, first the cunt hand then the ass hand, all the while looking desperately at the older woman for approval. She nodded at my baby and said, "OK, Harry. You can come back here. I want to lick your hands myself."

The man stood up and bowed to the audience to great applause. He stepped down and left my slut bent over. That was pretty over-the-top, I thought. But she looks to be holding up. My slut-baby rose to her full height then spread her legs wide. The look on her face was priceless, disgust with herself for what she'd done in public before strangers along with a blush of sexual excitement. My baby was turned on. Her fat cunt lips glistened with sweat and sex juice.

The door at the back of the stage opened and the attendant came out carrying a pool lounge chair. He set it up in a semi-reclining position at the front of the stage.

The voice came back. "Make yourself comfortable slut." 

My baby arranged herself on the chair with her legs spread wide and her feet on the floor. Her lips were stretched so far apart that her clit-hood unfurled and the magic nubbin poked out for all to see, right above the red inner flash of her cunt-flesh. 

While everyone's attention was on the slut before them the stage attendant left and returned with two baseball bats.

"Another volunteer," the voice said playfully. "Seat 45, come on down."

A young boy, about 18, stood up. His companions on either side, a man and a woman, also rose. "Can we play too? We're Jeremy's parents."

"Of course," the voice said. "We're family friendly."

The boy bounded up to the stage and took the baseball bats from the attendant. He twirled one as if to judge its weight then planted the knob end at the entrance to my baby's cunt and slowly pushed it in. He kept pushing and pushing until my baby's cunt had a choke-up hold on the bat. My baby was squealing, "WHOOE, WHOOE," the further in the bat went in, until it stood and her cunt lips formed a circle around it. He then tilted the bat toward my wide-eyed baby's face, forcing her to lift her ass. The boy's mother, following her son to the stage, grabbed the other bat and positioned it over my baby's tight asshole, fat end down.

"Wait!" the father cried. "You'll split her open. She needs some lube."

A big tub of jelly was produced and the father spread it liberally on the bat and my baby's ass, widening her tight pucker with his entire fist. "ARRRGH!" my baby cried.

The family then surrounded my baby and together shoved the bat way up her asshole until it too stood on its own. They then stood in back of my baby, the attendant came out with a digital camera, Jeremy held her head up, and they all smiled for the birdie.

"SLUT, HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW?" the voice asked, as Jeremy and his folks returned to their seats.

"How could you do this to me, you asshole!" my baby cried. "How much do you want to humiliate me? What happens if I meet any of these people on the street? They're all seeing me with baseball bats up my holes. I'm so embarrassed." She took hold of the fore bat, the one with the knob end up her cunt, and pulled it almost all the way out, then shoved it deeper inside her, again and again, until she came.

"That's in the spirit," the voice said. "We need another volunteer. Seat 88."

A young brown-haired woman stood up. She was probably the same age as my baby, who was currently on the stage bare-assed naked, totally humiliated, and filled with bats. "Will she eat me?" the sultrily dressed woman asked.

"Yes she will," the voice answered, "but you have to take your clothes off, agree to stay on stage after you get your pussy licked, and do whatever I ask."

The woman quickly conferred with two girl friends then asked, "Can we all do it?"

"Sure, the more the merrier. Get up here and get naked."

The three women, two blonds and the original brunette slut, mounted the stage. The brunette and one blond tore their dresses off to reveal big breasts, flat tummies, and shaved crotches. The other blond stood and watched her friends, while a frightened expression ran across her face. "Umm, I didn't realize I'd have to so soon..."

"GRAB HER, SLUTS," the voice commanded her two naked friends. "Strip her!"

The friends tore her dress off then her bra and panties (they hadn't worn underwear). She was forced to kneel at the feet of her blond friend and deposit her face in the pussy in front of her. The original brown-haired woman, naked and hungry for tongue up her cunt, straddled my baby and began to yell out her pleasure to the audience as a talented mouth went to work. As she was being eaten to orgasm after orgasm she manipulated my baby's bats so she came hard and long.

Most of the audience were on their feet, yelling their approval. Strangely, there was no applause. The spectator's hands were engaged in other pursuits. 



Club Spank



I was well aware that I was in trouble from the look on Master's face. I had pushed too far trying to get out of going to Club Spank, as those in the Life Style called it, and knew I was going to pay for it later. He had said we were going to go there, and I had no idea he was really going to take me out on a dinner cruise around Del Rey, and then dancing. I had wanted to have him to myself and reacted with a very snarky "If we're not going out dancing, then I don't want to go anywhere." As his slave, I had completely overstepped my bounds, or bonds, if you like, and he was very angry. 

"Obviously, I have given you too much liberty, if you think you can speak to me like that." He had said as his face darkened like a thunder cloud and lightening flashed in his eyes.

"We are going. I am committed to bring YOU, as YOU have become a favorite of some very important friends. Prepare yourself."

We rode in near silence to Club Spank that night, though I tried to make up to Master as best I could by wearing his favorite outfit, an ankle length, electric blue halter topped gown that was slit to the left hip, a set of matching panties and sapphire nipple jewelry that he had purchased for me on a trip to India, and a sapphire pendent that hung to the middle of my cleavage, but he was he was in a bad mood from my earlier outburst and his anger would not be quelled. I even undid the halter top and flashed my DD tits at several college boys on a street corner, as I sucked on my nipples, but he would not be swayed.

When we arrived at Club Spank, I was handed a single cuff from a set of handcuffs, as was the custom at that establishment, and locked it around my left wrist. Then, I slid my panties, over my ass, down my legs and stepped out of them and then, they were placed in the Door Prize Jar that would be given out at the end of the evening. The doorman then raised my gown and attached it to the slim, silver belt I wore so that my naked ass was visible to everyone in the room and, as I knew, every man I passed rubbed his hands over my ass, pinched it, and, in some instances, tried to slide his fingers into my asshole.

As Master led me into the general party room, I was handed a very large glass of champagne that would cost at least $25.00 a glass if you ordered it at a bar or club. Knowing what was expected of me, I drained the glass in one drink, placed the empty on the tray the naked waitress held, took a second glass, emptied it and took a third and sipped it as a well dressed man who was talking to my Master played with my tits through my dress, pausing to pinch and pull my nipples as he did so. Each time he pinched a nipple; I would thank him and gently squeeze his cock through his tuxedo trousers.

As Master and the stranger talked, master reached up and touched my shoulder. I immediately dropped to my knees, unzipped the stranger's trousers, pulled his cock out and wrapped my lips around it. I slurped and sucked on it slowly and deeply as their conversation continued about who was likely to win the next Super Bowl. I bobbed my head and deep throated the ever growing cock until I could barely fit it into my mouth. As I bobbed my head faster and sucked harder, I could taste the first bit of salty pre-cum oozing out of the head of the stranger's cock. I also felt the room starting to spin and just as the stranger came in my mouth, I blacked out.

The sound came first. A sharp slap echoed off my exposed ass. Then a thousand tiny points of pain raced over my jiggling ass cheeks. Not unendurable, but pain nevertheless. Then heat. Heat blossomed and grew along the shape of a man's hand, just as it had been applied to my ass.

The next three-part explosion of sound-pain-heat followed before I had a chance to catch a breath. And as my ass flamed and stung, more slapping followed. This was rhythmic, measured, and I sensed a holding back of how quickly the hand could spank. And it dawned on me that this was one hand, one man. But I also sensed many untold sets of eyes on this spectacle of dominance and my submission.

I was face down on a firm but padded surface. My naked ass was exposed to the warmish, heated air. I could feel that air moving, pulsing with the unseen faces, hands, movement. It felt dark, but it was a darkness that I could not actually see. I was blindfolded tightly, so I had no warning of any direction or approach of hands or implements that were about to be added to my spanking.

My legs were tied to unseen attachment points under the platform. However, they were not spread-eagled. They were loosely but securely attached, allowing just a bit of play and movement, which I was taking advantage of as I twisted unconsciously in response to each slap. But I could feel the hard leather of tight ankle straps that did not move, even as I twisted against the ropes they were attached to. There was no doubt that they would hold me to this platform, no matter how much I wanted to escape.

My arms, too, were securely bound. The same hard leather straps were tightly fastened to my wrists, but the ropes that attached there were holding my arms spread out, one to each corner. They were pulling tightly, not allowing the movement that my lower body had. This, in turn, forced my tits relentlessly into the padded top of the platform. Here was additional pain: sharp spirals of tape were holding my boobs into an unnatural peak, nipples exposed, and the weight of my body being tightly bound to the table made those boobs feel like two fiery rocks being forced back against my chest. Since none of my mams were even visible to my unseen tormentor, this was obviously designed just to make me more uncomfortable and willing to submit to his desires.

A short break in the assault on my ass. I could hear the man. At least I assumed it was a man, although no press of hardened dick against my exposed flesh had confirmed this assumption. I guess it could be a woman who was enjoying her domination and my submission, but the strength of the hand that had been spanking me made me pretty confident that the one who wielded it was indeed a guy. In any case, the tormentor was moving away from the platform. No, wait- he approaches again.

The sound was louder, the pain more intense. No longer a hand, but some sort of a spanking implement: this registered in my clouded brain. Smooth – WHACK – wider than the hand – WHACK- hurting, hurting, burning...

I twisted as far as the leg restraint would allow. No longer thinking, just reacting to the punishment. And this time as I twisted, I felt the lash of tiny strings from a different direction. I became aware of breathing, lots of it, now in the room with me. Coming from all directions, breathing, and now slaps. Hands slapping on my burning ass, not brutally but incessantly. More flat, paddle-like spankings, from several sides. And over and over, that whip of tiny strings, striping my upper ass, my thighs, and alternating with the paddles on the curve of my ass cheeks. 

I screamed softly with each blow. My mouth was deliberately not gagged. They wanted to hear the screams, the moans, the groans and the pleas. And I did not, could not disappoint them. I could not have muffled the sounds if my life had depended on it, and with each moan, each yelp I could hear heavier breathing, more feeling of excitement in the room. 

I was aware that someone was whispering a count. With each count, slaps and smacks rained down from several directions, so it was not a count of lashes but of time. And somewhere in my pain-fogged mind, I knew that a count meant an end. But when?

27. Not 30, not 100, not the thousand seconds it felt like. 27. So I was not going to be able to anticipate when the spanking would cease, but obviously the ones doing the spanking knew. At 27, suddenly all hands stopped striking me. And this time, in the pause where no blows fell, it was clear that many or all of the participants were men. From several directions, I felt insistent pushes and probes of flesh. There were a lot of hard-ons present, and they were clearly directed at me. 

Now hands were caressing my burning ass. Most were gently gliding over the sting, feeling the heat pouring off me. I'm sure my ass was bright red. Fingers touched, although I could not feel much through the on-going sting- like nettles or burning wax. And in the breathing, I could hear some quickened, excited heaving of breath. These must be attached to some of the cocks I felt. Yes, against my left ass cheek I could feel the insistent press of a dick searching for a hole to dive into, and the rhythmic beat as its owner fondled my glowing ass with one hand, and his own dick with the other. But that was against the rules, I guess.... He was pushed back by the others, groaning as they did so. I could hear tiny sounds of contempt, and from the edges of the group, his mix of ecstasy and dismay as he failed to hold back the flow of his orgasm. 

Now the softness of silk brushed my slightly cooling ass. It caressed the fading glow, soothed the sting. Someone was rubbing softly, replacing the painful sting with a brush of comforting whisper of fabric. Slowly my consciousness of the situation returned, and I became aware of a thinning of the small crowd of spankers. Drifting off, it sounded like they left in pairs and singles, undoubtedly still caught up in their excitement but satisfied that I had been corrected and left in proper submission. 

But although I could feel the loosening of the ropes that held my legs and hands, the tight leather straps remained on my wrists and ankles. And I could sense that as people left this room, there were other on-lookers in the shadows at the perimeter, waiting to take their places. 

Dark. The darkness came suddenly, slipped over my head in the form of a soft, fitted hood. It brushed the top of my lip, gathered my hair against my head in back. Whoever had made this had clearly understood the mechanics of shutting out light and movement, while keeping the mouth free to breathe and to make sounds. It was not uncomfortable, as it seemed to be made of something slightly stretchy. It just restricted all light. 

Something hooked the cuffs still attached to my arms. Both arms were pulled from behind, pinioned by strong hands. Gently but firmly, I was guided into a chair, and with a sharp click, the rings on each wrist were clipped together, giving me 4 or 5 inches of play, but holding firmly. Another click, and I lost any upward play in the bindings. They'd been secured to the chair I sat in, drawn firmly behind my back. Enough play to keep my arms from cramping painfully, but no hope for escape either. 

I could sense a solid form, inanimate, about six inches in front of me. Just far enough to be out of reach. And yet, seated as I was, my knees were far more than six inches in front. In fact, my tits...

Yeah. My tits. Still wrapped tightly in their duct tape cones. Nipples, I was sure, protruding at least an inch. Swollen with the restriction, swollen with sexual reaction to the spanking, the obvious excitement it had created within the crowd observing it. And with tits the size of mine, molded so tightly- well, I knew that they must extend eight or ten inches at least. So why does it feel like there's a solid shield in front of me?

I felt a flat surface being pushed against my abdomen. It lifted my boobs slightly, supporting them from underneath. A table? A shelf? 

Now a picture formed in my mind. Starting at the top of my head, covered by this stretchy hood. Facing a solid wall, but one that extended only to somewhere in the region of my neck. My tits, my white creamy tits, usually soft and bountiful, bound to the point where they were squeezed into rock solid elongated cones, tipped with very dark, very red, extremely hard knobs of nipples. Jutting into space, open space. 

So the wall exposed my tits to whatever was beyond it. Or, more likely given this place, WHO was beyond it. The board or shelf served two purposes: it was partially supporting the weight of my heavy tits, and it held me in place securely, especially when combined with the restraints holding me to the chair. 

Suddenly, from the blackness, hands grasped my ankles. In one swift movement, my legs were spread, and the ankle straps were secured to either chair leg. Now my pussy was exposed to ...whatever was out there. It was like my tits were on display already, and now my legs no longer shielded my hidden places.

Display. Yes, that fit the parts I could sense. My head covered, my head and shoulders screened by some kind of a wall, my tits supported and displayed, jutting into some unknown empty space. My widely spread legs; were they shielded by another wall of some sort, or were they also displayed to an audience?

And now, with the picture forming in my mind, I became aware of sounds, slight and muffled, on either side of me. Clicks, like those that had accompanied my bondage. Scrapes, perhaps a chair; muffled moans. The unseen figures that had bound me, displayed me had moved on, and were doing the same to others. Other women, other displays, other tits, other pussies. We were indeed displayed, something like a shop of hidden faces, exposed boobs. 

I was aware of a brightening of the darkness. My tits became slightly warmer. They must be spotlighted now, perhaps along with the others on either side of me. So we were being evaluated, perhaps being appreciated. And suddenly I was aware of other bodies, out in front of me. Passing along now, moving, slowly, their breathing hot and heavy. But not a word, from those in front or those who had bound and displayed me. 

My mind was going crazy with mental pictures. Were there men who were imagining what they would do with my giant cones of tits? Were there unseen hands hovering, waiting to pierce those swollen nips with clips, or strike them with paddles or whips? Would a mouth clamp down on their hyper-sensitized tips, or teeth sink into the wrappings cutting into the soft flesh? 

The images were both frightening and erotic. It was undeniable that I was displayed for the sexual pleasure of the observers. Was I enticing enough to inspire flickers of lust? Did someone have that knot beginning in their groin, just looking at my helplessness and whatever they could see of my lower half- I still didn't have that part figured out. But there was no question that my more-than-ample upper half was out there for any to ogle. Did that cause hard-ons? 

Movement stopped. I could hear breathing in front of me, from several mouths. Without warning, a mouth wrapped around one exposed nipple, sucking hard. Almost instantly, another anonymous mouth, teeth barred, sunk into the other tender, engorged, swollen and throbbing nip. Teeth bit sharply, rapidly, hard. Agony! Now the other mouth, other tit was matching bite for bite. Pain raced through my boobs, triggering the screams that made the unseen men bite harder. I writhed and squirmed, but my bindings and the shelf in front prevented me from moving away from their assault. Slight pauses, one tit, then the other, and movement indicated that new mouths were biting and sucking. I was being served up to an array of men, my tits were their buffet. And they were gorging themselves. 

I lost track of time in the haze of pain. I had become no more or less than my tits; in fact, not even by tits but the exposed nipples. Then, suddenly, the pain changed. Matching sharp arcs of pain shot through my nipples, and remained steady. No more soft, wet, toothy mouths- instead, clamps of torture. My nipples were clamped in twin vises- nipple clips. And again the movements in front of me indicated that the observers were filing by, stopping to admire. And there were many.

Finally, the pain stopped. The clips had been removed. And slowly I became aware, as I was left alone for a few minutes, that there were other sounds along the line of the shelf. Swishing sounds, slapping sounds, other moans and screams. There were several other women here, probably in the same condition of display and subjugation that I was in. I assumed that their tits were also on display, wares for the browsing. And some were being slapped. Some seemed to be having something whipped against their flesh. And some were probably now being clamped and bitten just as I had been. 

Something cold and narrow and hard was placed against my left boob. Very slowly, it was worked under the tape. I could feel the shape of a knife and felt a surge of fear, but quickly it became apparent that the edged blade was only on the side of the tape. The unyielding blade pressed a deep groove into my tit as it slid under the tape, and very slowly it was raised enough to start cutting against the tape, that tape that held my tit flesh under control and shaped it into the high, hard cones. Thread by thread, the tape gave way to the cut of the knife. Millimeter by millimeter, my breast broke free of its unnatural restraint. I could feel my tit-flesh blooming in the still air as the tape gave way. And the relief of being freed from the tight binding was bliss. 

Now hands reached out to tear the remaining tape from my newly-freed boobs. And remained to mold them into new shapes. One tit was being squeezed, hard. The other was being caressed, but as the soft touches moved from my chest wall up the swell of boob-flesh, over its natural curve, these fingers now found the raw and burning skin of my nipples. I gasped at the touch, which seemed to only encourage these fingers. My swollen nipples remained rock-hard, and the fingers first gently touched the aching tip. Again, involuntarily, I gasped at the pain of even this slight touch. Which immediately brought the thumb and forefinger to bear in a firm pinch around this nipple. I screamed. The large hand squeezing my other tit tightened even more, sinking fingers into the soft flesh of my mound. And the pinching fingers did not abate. Instead, I could feel this tit being lifted by the pinch around the hardened nipple. 

His fingers pulled steadily, and my tit pulled and stretched, stretched to its maximum from chest to the tip of the nipple, now distorted to what felt like inches long. 

The other man must have gotten rigid as he watched. He released the grip that had his fingers overflowing with boobage, and copied the pinch. Now both tits were pulled as far out as they could go. 

And now it was obviously my turn to feel the lash. Not a whip, exactly, but something with many somewhat soft yarns was vigorously being applied to my left tit. The hand pinching it did not waver; someone else was lashing. I could feel hot breathing. This was now a crowd in front of me. And as the lash struck that left tit, a hand- no, now another, a third, was firmly but gently slapping the extended right tit. At this point, I was no longer feeling pain, only the ache that had become nipples and tits. 

The crowd was thinning. Again, as when I'd been spanked with my ass in the air, the sexual tension had peaked, steadied at that peak, and then it seemed that the men involved had moved away to complete their fantasies with their own partners or in private corners. I became aware of the release as my tits were allowed to return to their rest on the shelf. A few fingers stroked, a tongue traced along my cleavage, but I was no longer the main attraction, at least not for the moment. 

   Chapter 2

I felt myself being released from my chair and heard Master say:

"We have need of you in another room. You are to be the entertainment for some friends of mine and me."

The stretchy hood was still in place. I felt hands firmly grasping my tits from behind, lifting me from the place where I was seated. A few steps back, still evidently in darkness, made total by my hood. The hands on my tits firmly encircled them, compressing the flesh next to my chest in order to extend these mammaries into peaks pushing out into horizontal space. It was a man, undoubtedly, based on the size of those hands. And the fact that large, firm, working hands had always attracted me began to take effect. Just the sensation of those hands circling my boobs, holding them so firmly- well, it was getting my juices going way more than the earlier pain of the nipple clipping. Although, I had to admit, the spanking first administered had also had an element of pleasure for me. 




Club Spank



The sexy hands did not at this point touch my burning nipples. It did not take a touch to keep these nipples in their rock hard state- the pain earlier administered was keeping them extended to their fullest, hot and throbbing.

Hot and throbbing- just thinking that phrase made me aware that the man had moved in very close behind me as he guided me. And it was definitely a man. His dick was hot and throbbing, and it communicated that fact to me very clearly as it was pushed tight up against my ass cheek. I could feel the hardness, the heat, the pulse of his arousal. His hip and groin was glued to my ass, and his every stride pushed that shaft of hot pleasure against my ass, still warm from its spanking.

Every step threatened to spread my ass cheeks wide enough for that dick to plunge through them and into one of my waiting holes. I could feel a bit of material between my ass and his cock. He was wearing pants, but they were definitely not jeans, even skin-tight ones. No, the friction that continued as we walked made me completely aware that his lower half was clothed in something very tight, conforming to his heavy bulge and allowing his dick to swell freely and push against me.

This image began to take over my thoughts. I could clearly imagine the strong thighs- he was steering me firmly, and I had to assume that these commanding hands had been one of the ones administering the vigorous spanking. Perhaps also, the one who clamped those horrible nip clips onto my tender buds. His thighs would be as strong and firm and shapely as the hands that grasped my boobs. 

I could also imagine the large and growing swell of his dick. It didn't take much imagining- his cock was pressed to me closer than anything except full penetration would allow. I could feel its length- certainly long enough to skewer me, whether in my tight ass or my honey-hole. I could feel its thickness, promising delights throughout that penetration. I could feel it swell ever larger as my jiggly ass bounced against his muscled thighs and the heat of his cock. 

Now, deprived of sight and with all my movement controlled by this anonymous man, my imagination was running wild. I could see with my mind's eye, as if I was hovering over the scene. I knew that I was the one held tightly against this imposing man. The parts I had been imagining began to coalesce into a larger-than-life image, one that held me easily as he moved me where he willed. He had broad shoulders: his arms easily enclosed me. Those arms, pressed against my ribcage as he supported my tits, were shaped by the well-toned muscles in his forearms, and the larger bulges that sculpted his biceps. Somehow, though I knew it was still in my imagination because of the total lack of light, I saw his arms as slightly ruddy toned. I could feel plentiful curls of hair from his arms, but they were not hairy mats. Just fine curls of hair, they caressed the undersides of the curves of my tits. And his chest was similarly endowed with just a light covering of fine curls. Oh, wait- that meant that his chest was bare above the tight pants he wore. Yes, I could feel that against my bare back, and knew that his chest was also strong and muscled, but not over-developed. 

My fantasy image was contributing to the growing tightness spreading through my groin. The pain of the spanking I'd received, the agony of the nip clips digging into my tender nipples was receding, being replaced by the residual glow of warmth that now added to my sexual excitement. And as each wash of pain became warmth, my pussy juices began to build and flow. I could feel the moisture coating the inside of my love hole. I was completely aware of the growing hardness of my pussy lips as the core of tension built deep in my lady-parts. Every step rubbed the man against my body, and every step rubbed my swelling, warming pussy lips against my clit. The cycle of excitement was feeding on itself and building within me. I could feel y juices beginning to trickle down my thighs.

Although I had no tactile information to base it on, my mind's eye knew that he had the shapeliest ass. It would be rounded gently from the hollow of his lower back, tucking neatly into two perfect ass cheeks, then descending into those muscled thighs that I could feel from in front of him. That perfect ass would be as well-muscled as the parts I could actually feel, and at some aboriginal level, this image assured my cave-girl self that he could thrust and propel his cock into my depths, and do so until his stream of cum shot into me. Like a pheromone, this worked my instinctual hormones into a frenzy. Here I was his prisoner, captive in his arms, and I was only thinking about how he was going to mount me, batter me and fill me with his juice. 

Suddenly, he stopped. His body was pressed to me from his thighs to his chest, and I could feel every inch along the backs of my thighs, up the swell of my ass, all along my back and against my neck and head. For a moment, all I had was anticipation and imagination. Was he going to pluck my hyper-extended nips? Squeeze my swollen tits even tighter? Shove his dick directly into my ass? Spread my legs and fuck me right there where we stood? 

Like a movie reel, I could see each of these possibilities demonstrated in my imagination. Each added to that cycle of excitement.

Instead, his hands pulled back to my upper arms, then slid down to encircle my wrists. Grasping them tightly, he raised both my arms over my head. I could feel my heavy tits lifting as he raised my arms. He move smoothly but without hurry, so I knew the angle of my boobs was shifting slowly, enticingly. It must have been planned for some man's – or men's- pleasure. But was it this captor? Or were there others watching? 

So quickly that he must have help, my wrists were encircled with restraints- something padded, but as firm as handcuffs. They were already attached to something above me- I guess the ceiling. In any case, I was suddenly standing alone, with both arms secured, and I was aware of bodies around me. But my own body, primed as it was for orgasmic release, was yearning for the fantasy image my mind had created. 

Two hands grasped my ankles, spreading my legs apart. Those hands stayed locked around my ankles, but suddenly I felt the same sexy body that had been pressed against my back, but this time he was glued to my front. His naked chest rubbed against my bare titties, his tightly encased dick pressed into my hips and ground against my pubic mound. 

His hand snaked between our hips. Was this my Master? I thought it was, thought this glorious maleness was the one that claimed my body every day, but with no sight and few sounds, how could I be sure?

The hand began to probe the slit that opened between my slightly spread legs. Firm, large fingers- how they were exciting me by their touch! My juices were priming his way, moistening the lips as he spread them to expose my engorged clit. And he knew how to raise my excitement even higher. The strong fingers pushed my pussy lips against that clit, rubbing, bringing the heat. Then, teasing, he touched my clit. I leaped as with an electric jolt. Now the masterful fingers rubbed the length of my clit, one on each side. Now back to knead the swollen lips, back to my clit, until it felt like I would explode. 

His fingers slid smoothly along my inner ridge, and plunged into my pussy's steaming hole. The hard finger probed deep, and my orgasm built to its peak, and held there. His practiced hand found that remarkable spot inside me, rubbing firmly and caressing my clit with his thumb at the same time. And I was done for. Waves of pleasure washed over me, contracting my whole being into pulses of orgasmic heat, delightful sensation and release of wetness. Over and over I pulsed, from clit to entire body. I could feel my nipples pulsing, hardened even more by simply experiencing the orgasm. 

Slowly, as this magic hand slowed its skillful assault to match the receding waves of orgasm, the sounds of breathing and slight stirring in the room reminded me that this earth-shaking orgasm had been witnessed by many others. 

This must be my Master's private party, where his friends had been invited to indulge their desires. I was on display again, stark naked, suspended from above. And this time, And suddenly, hands were all over me. I had no idea how many, but much of my exposed skin was been stroked, petted, or pinched. I could hardly separate one sensation from the next. 

I was aware of hands running along my legs, calves to thighs. This pair of hands was stroking and kneading gently. The man attached to them must be on the floor, looking up to the mound above my legs. His hands teased my pussy mound, then descended along my legs, sending shivers of tingling straight to my pussy. He caressed the sensitive skin at the back of my knees. I felt it deep in my core.

I could identify another hand, this one from behind me. He had evidently not gotten enough of the spanking earlier. His hand slapped my ass, setting it jiggling slightly. He wasn't slapping hard, but he was rapidly repeating the spanks, and the glow was spreading along both cheeks as he rhythmically worked them over. 

From another direction, a new assault on my ass. Someone was grasping sections of my plump ass and pinching sharply. Slap-pinch-pinch-slap. My ass was a playground, and I could hear heavy breaths accompanying these impacts.

Another pinch, this time on my tit. Someone was working his way from the widest point of my boob, circling with small, firm pinches. Growing closer and closer to my still-engorged nipple. Then, just as the anticipation was as painful as the pinches themselves, the fingers grasped that red bud and both pinched and twisted. I screamed and twisted, but the pinch was quickly released. Again, the pinches resumed, and without warning the nipple-jarring pinch was applied. No rhythm, no reason, just sensation. And with all the other sensations across my body, my mind ricocheted from one to another. 

Now another sensation intruded above the others. The other tit was being licked, the nipple being tongued. I could feel the soft, warm wetness of someone's mouth covering that tit, while the other one was still being subjected to the pinches and twists. And all the while, the men at my rear were enjoying working over my ass. Still the slaps were coming, the pinches flowing. 

My arms were aching, and I was having trouble standing. My head sagged back, exposing my neck. A new mouth found my throat, kissing and nibbling. I could not separate one action, one mouth, one hand from another. It was a blur of touch, overload without sight, and at that moment a white hot jet of man-cum splattered on my stomach and pussy mound. Someone had found release at my expense. But, that is what I was here for.

Strong hands grasped my arms again, but this time they were accompanied by a loosening of the rope holding me suspended. Another set of arms was supporting me from behind as I was lowered. The arms, guiding and supporting me, gently moved me face down as I was lowered onto my back as someone straddled my chest and wrapped my aching DD tits around an incredibly hot, hard, cock that was at least 7 inches in length and 3 in girth, and I was grateful that it was not burrowing its way into my asshole.

The cock began to thrust into the valley of my cleavage as its owner wrapped my mams around his shaft.

"Oil" I heard an unfamiliar voice say, just seconds before a stream of warm, scented, massage oil splashed onto the cock and my tits.

"Much better" he said as he resumed his assault on my tits, squeezing and holding them in a grip that could have crushed stone.

His breathing accelerated in time with the thrusting against my tits as another unseen hand turned my head to the side and another large cock, already leaking pre-cum, slid into my waiting, open mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and sucked greedily as its owner held my head and pounded into my throat. After several minutes of this combined assault on my cleavage and throat, both man-poles erupted, sending jets of white hot cum across my swirling tongue and down my throat, and into the valley of my tits, up my neck, and splattering against the base of my chin.

I was then rolled onto my stomach and lifted so that my knees bent, and I was now on all fours, with my ass in the air and my cum-coated tits gently swinging beneath me. 

The sway of my tits must have attracted attention immediately. As someone placed a stack of firm pillows beneath my belly, I could feel a head move under me. One tit was swallowed up in a warm, wet mouth. He went right to work, sucking, nibbling, teasing my still-tender nipple. On the other side, hands- more than one, and no telling whether they belonged to one or more- were kneading and stroking that boob as it moved in rhythm to the other man's mouthings.

My legs were gently but firmly spread. Now I could feel the unmistakable shape of a dick, probing as it headed toward my twat. But no sense of a male body accompanied it. Oh, wait. It's a dildo, pliable but inanimate. 

Just about the time I'd figured this out, the dildo cock made its final approach. Well lubricated by the finger-fucking I'd received, and my reactions to the tit and face fucking I had endured, with my legs spread a foot apart from knee to knee, there was no stopping this silicone cock. I felt it slide toward my waiting slippery opening. The wide head spread my pussy lips as it entered my honey hole. It stretched, uncomfortably but not painfully, as it pushed slowly inward. Thank heavens; it was not an enormous dick, but a reasonable size. Which meant I might actually get another orgasm....

With a single stroke, the dildo was pushed from an inch or so deep to the far reach of my vagina. I bucked and moaned as the edge from pleasure to pain was explored. This cock was stretching me, filling me completely. And now the hands I could not see began to pump it in and out. The rhythm was perfect, and I realized it was an electric powered fucking machine. The men present could turn it on and leave me in this position for as long as they liked and there was nothing I could do about it, except take the fucking. I heard some of them moving around and the clink of ice as they enjoyed drinks and I wished I had one to wash the cum out of my mouth and cool my cock ravaged throat.

But this was not to be the complete finale of the evening. Just as my attention was concentrating on the pleasurable battering the dildo was giving me, I felt a finger dip some of my pussy juice and spread it back towards my asshole. Wait, what was going on? 

Someone, perhaps my Master, had been busy lubricating his dick while my attention was distracted by the dildo still assaulting my pussy. I could feel the slick wetness- and was so very thankful for it. 

This was the only thought I had time for. The head of a rigid dick- which of course could probably be any one of many in the room- was pressing firmly against my asshole. Pain, sharp and in spasms, raced through my ass. But the dick did not stop. In a rush, it was buried as deep as it would go in my ass. And this one was definitely attached to a man! 

Sweat broke out all over my body. Pain, with the beginnings of pleasure mixed in, rocketed through my ass. My pussy, already filled to stretched capacity with the dildo, was now being rubbed from within by the dick up my ass. And of course, that dick was now madly thrusting, bent on relief from the hours of sexual tension. 

There was no stopping now. He was going to fuck my tight, sweating and cramping ass until he exploded. Meanwhile, the dildo continued to move in opposite rhythm to the real cock, stimulating places in my body that I didn't know existed. And somewhere below me, several men were enjoying my tits in every way they could think of.

This couldn't last for too long. Minutes, hours- time was no longer a factor. My ass screamed with pain, the dick battering it swelled yet again, and then I could feel the white-hot jets of cum exploding from his cock, shooting up my ass in wave after wave of pleasure for us both.

Mindless, satiated, heaving, the man collapsed on top of me. I couldn't move, not from his body weight but from sheer exhaustion. For a time, we simply WERE, just breathing and recovering.

When I began to recover my breath and thoughts, someone removed the hood which had covered me for so long. The dildo had been withdrawn at some point, and the machine was back in its place in the corner, waiting until ... next time. When I finally regained my senses, the room was empty, except for the two of us, my Master and me. He took my hand and drew me upright. Naked, I walked to the car in the chilly night air, sat down on a towel that was already in place, and he closed the door. It was time to go home.



Club Spectator



Shrugging into the jacket of his tuxedo, Jacob smiled hearing the chatter of the crowd that had rapidly gathered in the parking lot below him in anticipation of the doors of the club opening. Earlier while making his rounds seeing that everything was ready he shook his head glancing outside seeing the wealth of jewelry that flashed and the vibrant colors of the couture clothing the women were sporting as they clung to the arms of their tuxedo clad gentlemen.

Those invited to 'Club Spectator' consisted of society's elite, only the confidant and accomplished, the 'A list' so to speak were allowed through the doors, mingling amongst one another before finding their place in a posh comfortable setting for the night's performance.

Jacob finished adjusting his cuff links, checking his appearance in the mirror before grabbing the half face mask he always wore while working and headed down to make his final check of things.

Leaning against the door frame back stage he smiled seeing Alexis and Kelsey glaring at one another while oil was being rubbed over their firm muscular bodies. The animosity between them was obviously genuine both in and out of the arena. This helped add fuel to the performance since it was real emotion and not simply a staged performance.

Kelsey continued watching while the black leather harness worn during their performance was strapped around Alexis's hips and ass, adjustments made so it wouldn't slip. Her long raven colored hair and flawless milk white skin a massive contrast to Alexis's deep flaming auburn hair and rich golden tan. She could feel her hands tingle at the thought of grabbing that tight ass. She was determined to be the victor tonight. Alexis ignored Kelsey instead casting her eyes toward Leah who sat quietly in the corner at her dressing table waiting for the hair dresser to finish with the elaborate up do she would be sporting that evening. She growled at the woman adjusting her outfit when she got between her and Leah as if to let her know that she was trespassing where she was not welcome. Nodding her head to Leah, Alexis walked over slipping her feet into the thigh high platform red leather boots that completed her costume.

He winked at Leah when she looked over meeting his eyes. He knew her game and was thrilled to see her stepping in early to increase the frustration between the combatants; her reason was two fold, first to build the performance but also her own personal gain when she was awarded to the victor.

Leah watched while the two larger women were prepared smiling secretly when she saw the determination on Kelsey's face. Her pussy throbbed watching Kelsey absently stroking the strap on cock she now wore once she was fully dressed and ready. Running her fingers around her hard nipples absently, she slipped them down spreading her tight pussy lips flashing Kelsey a view of her dripping pussy when she saw the large black haired women looking her way.

Jacob pushed away from the door nodding his approval at each woman before walking toward the ring.

The sound of laughter and conversation hushed when the lights dimmed three times, letting the spectators know that the entertainment they had come to see would be beginning in minutes and that all bets placed would be final.

Taking a deep breath he stepped into the sunken ring in the center of the building. A spot light followed him as he waited patiently for the guests to finish finding their seats, the room was silent.

"I would like to first off thank everyone for attending Club Spectator this evening," he said with a slight bow to those sitting around the arena. "What we have this evening might be called a rematch, or back by popular demand, but tonight you will be witnessing what we call 'Battle of the Wild'."

Jacob waited for the applause to quiet before continuing. "We also have a bonus feature for those who are interested. Each of the lovely ladies who will be performing this evening have fully agreed to allow a silent auction for those who wish to spend some time after the match with them one on one," he said loudly, smiling when the applause rang out again.

"Your waiters for the evening will not only be filling your drinks but they each will also be able to take your silent bids and information. I must tell you, each of these young ladies has the option and opportunity to refuse any offer that is made, even a winning bid and that bid will be forfeited should this happen," he stated firmly. "As I said this is a bonus for this evening only at the request of the performers themselves. Do be warned, the sexual tension will soon be so thick that it will require a saber to cut. These women are strong both in their desires and their needs. So when placing your bids think of this and only bid if you sure you're up to the challenge of satisfying who you win."

"Now for those of you who are first time attendants of Club Spectator and also those who have never witnessed a 'Battle of the Wild' I will give you an idea of what you will be viewing while those of you who chose can begin placing silent bids," he said quietly before walking across the arena toward a large barred door.

Opening the door he took Leah's hand as she stepped into the spot light beside him, wearing nothing but what appeared to be a sheer oversized scarf draped across her shoulders. Her hands held the edges allowing only brief flashes of the smooth flesh beneath it, causing the crowd to cheer in appreciation. Stepping to the center he nodded as Leah knelt beside him, her head resting against his thigh submissively.

"The prize for our combatants tonight is this lovely innocent Leah," he said caressing her hair as she bowed her head further.

"As we all know in the wild the most predominate and vicious of battles is that of the males fighting for the right to dominate and mount the females of their species," he explained as the crowd murmured their agreement. "Don't underestimate our lovely innocent here. Leah in her compact lithe pixie body has the raging passions of a tigress when confronted with sexual domination. Her innocent look and submissive behavior is only the surface view of a hot slick temptress who loves being taken," he explained as the crowd roared their appreciation.

"Our dominants of the species," he said smiling down at Leah while she ran her hand slowly up his thigh caressing him openly, "are equally as stunning and even hotter in temperament and passion than our innocent."

Lifting his hand to point to another barred door the crowd gasped when the spot light illuminated Alexis as she stood straining against the door to be released, the applause was thunderous. Leah glancing up and at his nod stood and walked to the door keeping Alexis contained.

Stopping at the door Leah looked at Alexis, dropping her eyes before approaching her slowly. Closing her eyes she moaned softly when Alexis reached between the bars stroking her slender fingers along Leah's collar bone before dipping down to cradle her firm breast, her nails circling the nipple sharply creating a gasp from both Leah and the crowd.

Leah leaned against the metal bars her own hand slipping through them to stroke her hand gently along the flaming red cock thrusting from the leather harness around Alexis's hips.

These actions brought a roar of anger from the opposite corner still shrouded in darkness. Alexis threw back her head and laughed, reaching for Leah she grabbed her, pulling her slender body roughly against the bars, leaning down she circled Leah's nipples with her tongue all the while staring into the darkness toward the angry sounds.

Reaching his hand toward Leah he pulled her away from Alexis. "There we have Alexis who will be battling to prove her flaming coloring and temperament is hers and hers alone," he smiled at the tall redhead before turning toward the darkened door where Kelsey stood filled with rage.

"Tonight opposites do battle. From the flame of Alexis to the cold cunning of Kelsey," he said as the lights surround Kelsey's door brightened displaying the stunning black haired woman dressed in diamond studded black leather.

Leah again approached the barred door, but this time she stood in front of Kelsey who smiled down at her gently before reaching through the bars threading her hand in Leah's hair and pulling her flush with the bars before her mouth descended forcing a passionate kiss on the trembling lips of the innocent, while boldly running her hand over Leah's tight ass pushing her fingers down between her thighs slipping into her pussy before pulling them back smiling licking the slick juices into her mouth. 

Jacob took Leah's hand again when she approached before kneeling at his side. "Ladies and gentleman let me assure you before we begin tonight; our innocent nor either of our dominants have been in any way shape or form, harmed, coerced nor drugged to bring you this entertainment," he said firmly, nodding toward each of the three women. "What you will witness is their own submissive, dominant, passionate natures that they have chosen to release for our pleasure," he said before bowing his head and stepping back through one of the three barred doors of the arena.

Leah sat in the middle of the arena glancing from one door to the other her eyes only making contact for a second before looking back down. Sliding her hands along the sheer silk she rose to her knees, her head falling back as she pushed the fabric aside exposing her shaven treasure for the eyes surrounding her. Hearing the roaring screams of the caged women rattling the doors to be released she closed her eyes dropping one hand down sliding the fingers between the tender folds before opening them, her swollen extended clit obvious before pushing two fingers deep inside the wet hole at her center.

Alexis growled loudly when Kelsey laughed raising her hand to her mouth as if once again tasting the wetness the had found inside the innocent, her other hand moving in slow strokes along the large clear cock strapped into her harness.

The sounds of low gasps mingles with sighs filled the air as the crowds eyes were riveted on the lithe naked body spread before them. Her abandon touching them as the slight trembling of her body increased while her fingers set a fast pace of plunging in and out of the shimmering wetness of her pussy. 

The echoing bellow from Alexis stopped Leah at the peak before she gave into the overwhelming need to cum, to spread herself before the strangers who silently wished to be touching and tasting her. Glancing from one to the other, Leah nodded subtly before crawling quickly to the protective wall of the arena as the locks were loudly released and both doors flew open.

Jacob looked up from the list he had been handed for the silent auction, hearing the door locks he shook his head seeing the amount of the bids and the performance hadn't even started yet. Stepping to the side of the ring he nodded to his head waiter taking yet another stack of bids.

Alexis rushed out of her door glaring at Kelsey before turning and walking to tower over Leah as she knelt silently near the wall, her head down. Taking her foot Alexis pushed Leah onto her side as she growled her disgust and frustration at Leah's earlier display and for allowing Kelsey to touch her.

Kelsey walked out slowly smiling as she watched Alexis venting while standing over Leah. Her actions had been premeditated; infuriate the competition, under mine her feeling of superiority in thinking the innocent was simply hers for the taking.

Turning her back on Leah, Alexis faced Kelsey, her hands tightened into fists as her entire body shook, suddenly she charged toward her opponent. Moving quickly she wrapped her arms around Kelsey's oiled body throwing her to the ground.

Twisting, Kelsey turned on her back as Alexis dropped down trying to pin her to the ground face first. Wrapping her legs around Alexis's waist as she came down on her, she flipped throwing Alexis to the side. Jumping up she smiled slowly stroking her slick imitation cock again waiting for Alexis to complete her second charge. She glanced at Leah who was now sitting up watching her hands sliding over her body with building anticipation.

Alexis took advantage of Kelsey's distraction, reaching out she grabbed the large cock strapped to Kelsey's hips, her sign of being another dominant of their species. Pulling as she also wrapped her arm around Kelsey's thigh she flipped her beneath her, her hands going for the firm large breasts, the nipples pinched sharply between her long fingers forcing a groan from Kelsey.

The crowd became loud watching their slicked bodies twisting and sliding over one another. Kelsey reached grabbing Alexis's firm ass against her then turned and pinned her. Sitting straddle of her stomach her long silicone cock pushed between Alexis's breasts. Thrusting her hips forward she thrust the cock between them pinching her nipples holding her breasts around her cock. Alexis screamed thrusting her hips up she drove the head of her long cock between Kelsey's ass cheeks before flipping her over her head. Leah sat back running her finger between her swollen slick pussy lips moaning silently while she rubbed over her hard clit.

Scrambling up, Alexis jumped on Kelsey her flaming red cock thrusting between Kelsey's breasts, her pussy inches above Kelsey's face. Grabbing the clear imitation cock she pulled it up sharply, digging the harness's straps into the tender flesh between Kelsey's thighs. Leaning slightly forward she reached between Kelsey's legs and delivered a stinging slap against the bare slickness of her pussy. The sound of the slap as sharp as a gun shot in the silence of the arena.

Kelsey gritted her teeth biting back the loud groan that threatened to escape her when she felt the sharp stinging slap directly against her swollen clit. Pushing her legs up she wrapped them around Alexis's neck quickly before she had a chance to push those same fingers deep into her open and exposed pussy. Tightening her legs she pulled Alexis's face down burying her against her stinging clit. Moving her shoulders she pulled her arm from beneath Alexis and slid her fingers along her ass before driving two fingers deep into Alexis's pussy hard and fast. 

Unable to stop herself, Alexis groaned, shifting her hips thrusting her pussy down onto Kelsey's fingers, at the same time feeling the flush of humiliation when a dominant was fucked by the other. 

Leah gasped seeing Kelsey thrusting her fingers deep into Alexis's tight pink pussy, pounding her finger into her harder as the crowd began chanting Kelsey's name.

Not yet defeated, Alexis sucked Kelsey's clit into her mouth biting down hard when she heard the chanting. Kelsey screamed feeling the teeth tugging her hard clit, slapping Alexis's ass a hard stinging slap she pushed her off, rolling to meet her again.  

Alexis tacked Kelsey pushing her to her knees. Alexis thrust her thick cock between Kelsey's thighs the head pushing against her clit while she forced it through showing the thick head beneath Kelsey's cock. Pulling Kelsey's body back against her, she pinched her nipples hard while still thrusting her cock between her thighs as though a perverted dance of twin large cocks. Grabbing Kelsey's breasts in her hands she ran her nails over the firm mounds leaving red raised trails, beaded with tiny blood spots from the broken skin.

Kelsey screamed in pain, rolling to the side curling in a protective ball holding her abused breasts while Alexis stood over her smiling down dangerously as she began mocking Kelsey's previous stroking on the long thick cock she wore.

Jacob glanced around the crowd not at all surprised to find many women riding the engorged cocks of their escorts while a few of the men stood off to the side stroking themselves through their trousers. Seeing a gorgeous brunette lowering her ass onto the cock of the man sitting beside her and her husband then stepping forward driving his cock into her pussy while they filled her to capacity, he felt his own cock throb as it wanted to bury itself in the sweetness of a wet pink pussy also. Looking back into the ring he smiled seeing Alexis, knowing that when the night was over she would walk into his office leaving the door open as she crawled into his lap and impaled her self on his cock, and sigh his name when the length of him drove home.

Leah watched Alexis stroking her cock as she walked toward her. She sighed knowing that Alexis would make her beg to cum before it was over; prolonging her release as long as she could make the innocent whimper and wither beneath her. 

Pulling Leah up Alexis pushed her against the wall of the arena hard. Running her hands down over Leah's breast she thrust her hard cock against her belly. Circling her nipples Alexis smiled pinching them when Leah groaned softly. Dropping to her knees she pushed Leah's thighs wide. Pulling one leg over her shoulder she ran her finger over Leah's swollen clit feeling the pussy juices dripping down into her hand. Leaning forward she lapped the juices from Leah's clit before she thrust her finger deep into her throbbing pussy.

Kelsey watched her eyes as hard as the diamond she wore on her costume and around her throat. She growled softly, her own pussy throbbing seeing Alexis's tongue driving into Leah's tight pink hole as her tongue fucked her deep. Leah groaned in shock holding Alexis's head tight against her flooding pussy covering the would be victor's face with slick cum. The crowd cheered watching Alexis suck the silky cream from Leah's pussy.

Encouraged by the crowd Alexis pulled back her lips and face covered in shiny cum. Pushing Leah down Alexis threw her head back screaming in victory before she dropped to her knees her long cock sliding along the crack of Leah's upturned ass. Pushing Leah's face to the ground she stroked her cock hard rubbing it over her asshole and down between her pussy lips grinding onto her clit. Leah ground her hips back spreading her pussy wider waiting for the welcoming thrusts wanting the long thick buried in her hot tight snatch. Alexis slapped her squirming ass stilling her and taunting her and the crowd before she would thrust forward driving the long imitation cock into her.

Alexis was so intent on feeding her confidence with the crowds' approval and comments she didn't notice Kelsey slowly rising. Kelsey pushed her hand between her thighs using the wetness she found to lubricate the large long cock attached to her.

Hearing the crowd roar Alexis leaned forward spreading her thighs wide exposing the long cock pressed tightly against Leah's swollen clit while she shifted her hips forward opening herself to their view also. Smiling she reached under the innocent grabbing her breasts, pinching the nipples making Leah moan loudly.

Kelsey took the opportunity that was given her and leaped forward falling on Alexis who fell on Leah pinning her beneath the two women. Thrusting firmly Kelsey impaled Alexis on the large clear cock in one sharp thrust.

Alexis screamed feeling the large cock stretching her painfully before Kelsey pulled back slightly and began fucking her in long powerful strokes. Threading one hand into Alexis's hair she pulled her up to her knees, leaning her back so she could reach and pull the flaming red cock from the harness around Alexis's hips.

Leah moved to kneel in front of Alexis watching as the once dominant was made to submit to the pounding of the victor. Spreading her legs wide she pulled Alexis's mouth down to her pussy, closing her eyes when she felt the hot greedy mouth sucking her clit firmly before thrusting her tongue deeply into her.

Pulling the glistening cock from the redhead's pussy, Kelsey stood and stepped over Alexis's back. Running her hands down over the up turned ass she slapped each cheek sharply leaving a flaming hand print behind as evidence of her domination. Grabbing the red cock once belonging to Alexis, she held it Leah's mouth smiling as the innocent eagerly sucked it's length as far down her throat as possible before Kelsey pulled it back slick with saliva. 




Club Spectator



Bending down she pushed Alexis's thighs even further apart, opening her so that every one in attendance could see the pearly cream that ran from the tight pink hole. Positioning the head of the flaming red cock at the opening she threw her head back roaring her victory while slamming the cock to Alexis's core. Leaving it there she flicked her fingers over the engorged clit before slapping it sharply forcing Alexis over the edge the orgasm making her entire body spasm, slick liquid dripping from around the cock stuffed into her pussy showing her submission to the true dominant, Kelsey.

Jacob smiled when he saw the head waiter walk over and hand the winning tickets to the top bidders. A tall gentleman with long dark hair stepped up beside him showing him his ticket, he had won Alexis.

"I was wondering if you would do me the honors of making sure the lovely redhead is satisfied before the night is over?" he asked with a knowing smile. "If she is like me and doesn't like losing I think it will take more than one to overcome the adrenaline."

Nodding Jacob watched the man walk off, Alexis might not have won in the ring but he was certain that she would feel like the winner once she had both of the men embedded in her hard firm body filling her at once.

Kelsey walked from the back stage area after having showered. She smiled at Jacob before taking the hand of the beautiful petite blonde woman and her escort that had won her attentions. Her wink let him know that she was totally happy with introducing another female to the joys of pussy while her male companion watched.

Jacob almost laughed when he saw Leah blushing when a group of three young men surrounded her the minute she stepped out from the back. Meeting her eye he wasn't sure who to feel sorry for, her for being tag teamed or them for thinking they could even begin to keep up with the minx.

Locking the front door behind the last guest he walked around the bar nodding to his head bartender who was finishing up the paper work and would lock up when he left. Opening the door to his office at the end of the hall way, he laughed seeing Alexis and the stranger watching the other performers and their winners through the one way mirror.

Nodding his approval when he turned to face Jacob he lifted his glass in a toast. "I know this might be an odd request but would you mind if I sat back and watched you fuck your wife before joining in and fucking the lovely lady myself?" he asked.

Alexis didn't wait for his answer, setting her drink down she sat on the corner of the desk leaning back on her elbows before spreading her long tanned legs wide showing both of them the slick wetness that still seeped from her pussy even after the hard fucking she'd received from Kelsey. "You know what losing does to me honey, so please hard and deep," she laughed as she watched Jacob tossing his clothes aside, his destination deep in his wife's slickness.



Club Stalker



He picked her easily out of the crowd. With the concert in full swing, the stage ablaze in lights and lasers and electronic-industrial sounds, the rest of the hall was left in near darkness. It was just the way he liked it.

Ivan went to a concert at that club every couple of months. It was enough time in between visits to keep from being suspicious, and just enough to satisfy his predatory needs. The doctors all said he was sick, but as long as they thought he was taking his medication he was allowed to exist in the world with the “normals”. It was their mistake and a gift for him. Ivan was a man in his mid thirties who had lived his entire life in trouble. Trouble seemed destined to follow him from the day he was born, and he lived in and out of jail and halfway houses for the majority of his years. But it had been nearly two years since he had been caught doing anything wrong. And, as long as he was careful, the stocky, slightly balding man would have a long career in club visits.

Ivan picked her out when the band was still warming up and the dance floor was moderately lit. He had a couple of specific needs. She had to be tall, at least as tall as his five foot, nine inch frame. And she had to be wearing a short shirt. The rest didn’t matter much. This one pleased him greatly. She was a beauty, tall and voluptuous, at least two inches taller than himself. At twenty-one, her body was young and firm, her breasts large and inviting. Her long legs ended in a tight ass that wiggled suggestively with every step. Her face shined with a glow that could only come from within, her huge eyes sparkling with inner mirth. Her hair was only shoulder length, something Ivan cared little for, but he was never that picky. She was happy, beaming with joy and frivolous charm. He could see her happiness spread to those around her from her constant, innocent smile and shining eyes. From the moment he first saw her walking around hand in hand with some guy, his only desire was to have her. She was dressed perfectly for him in a short, tight skirt with sheer, black stockings that hugged her ass and curvy hips. He could see where the stockings clipped onto her garters just above the shirt’s hemline. His eyes traced a line up her body to her tight sweater. It was low cut, and her healthy cleavage was forced up and threatened to spill out of her top by the push-up bra. Ivan was very happy indeed.

The crowd was far younger than himself, and the sounds of the club designed for a younger generation, but his dark clothes and dark face allowed him to slip inside without standing out. He made his way behind the young woman and waited as the band on stage poured into their performance.

Hundreds of people packed the dance floor in front of the stage. The crowd gyrated and surged with the beat of the music, and the woman was slowly forced away from the man she came with. Only their locked hands gave any indication that they were still close to each other. Ivan waited until the man was a few paces ahead and then forced himself right behind her. The music vibrated and the crowd moved. His hands slipped down and ran along her hips. He felt her stiffen slightly, but quickly started moving to beat again when he pulled his hands away.

Blood pumped in his head as he leaned forward and breathed deeply from her neck. Again his hands moved to her hips. She tried to twist away, and turn to look behind her, but in the dark mass of bodies both attempts were useless. Ivan loved this part the most, the initial contact. He slid his hands up until they brushed the sides of his breasts. She stiffened again and started to pull away in the direction of the man locked to her hand. Ivan pulled her back roughly, jerking her against his body. His right hand cupped around her right breast while his left moved up to her throat. Her body shivered and shook at his touch, and he could feel her large nipple harden through her thin sweater. Her tit was large and soft, yielding easily to his firm touch.

Ivan knew the procedure and that his time was very brief before she could make her way close enough to her man to ruin his night. He left the hand around her throat; it seemed to keep her still. He reluctantly let go of her breast and moved his hand down to the short hem of her skirt. The crowd surged, almost driving him away from his position, but he only pulled himself closer to her warm body.

He felt her start when his finger brushed against her ass under her skirt, and she tried to pull away again. He tightened his grip around her neck, freezing her in her spot. He smiled to himself and his fingers crept over her ass. She was wearing a thong. It always made it easier when they wore thongs. He took hold of the thin material wear it slid between her ass cheeks and pulled sharply. The lacey cloth tore easily in his strong grasp. Having free access, he forced his fingers between her legs.

She was shaking again, more violently, but didn’t pull away from his touch. Ivan gasped. His first contact with her bare cunt found her to be shaved smooth. As he probed deeper, his found her cunt to be soaking wet. 

Ivan laughed in her ear. Whether she heard him or not didn’t matter. The laugh was for his benefit. The slut was loving his touch. She was getting off on being touch by a stranger. He wondered if she would get off on being taken by a stranger as well.

A sudden surge jarred Ivan forward. He used the momentum to force her to bend slightly and pushed his way in between the taller woman’s legs. His hand left her cunt and unzipped his trousers. He guided his throbbing cock through the zipper and into the open. In the excited darkness, he had little fear of someone looking down and seeing his exposed cock. Besides, it wouldn’t be exposed for long. Flipping up her skirt, he had to release her throat and grab her hip to keep her from squirming away she felt his cock head touch her bare ass. She writhed and twisted, a mimic of everyone around her, and useless while still in his grasp. Before, she was warm from the movement and crowd, but now he could feel the flushed heat of fear and excitement pouring off of her. Grabbing his cock, he waited for another surge forward and thrust his cock into her wet hole.

Less than seven inches in length, Ivan was thick around as a pop can. Even over the music he could hear the woman scream as he tore into her. She shrieked, but no more so than the rest of the audience, and fought with her assailant. He kept a firm hand on her back to keep her body slightly bent and the other on her hip as he slowly fucked as much of his cock as possible into her fear-excited cunt. 

The fuck itself was almost as intense as the feeling of her body as she rock and gyrated on his cock in an attempt to break away. On the stage, the song ended and erupted into an explosive beat that rocked through the bar. The surging of the crowd erupted into a hurricane of waves as single bodies moved in every direction. Ivan seized the moment and hammered his cock into the girl. To those around him he appeared to be doing nothing more than moving with the music. In a way, he was.

The cunt was sweet and tight around his thick tool. The fact that was only able to get a few inches into her didn’t matter. The woman was attractive and very fuckable under any circumstances. He allowed his hand to leave her back and reach around to grope at her large breast. The crowd pounded around him and he pounded the anonymous cunt even harder. He would have loved to have stayed and fucked that cunt all night, but already he could see that the woman’s boyfriend was being drawn in closer as she desperately pulled on his hand.

He felt the body around his cock suddenly tense, then spasm as an orgasm rocked through her. Never has he brought a woman off in a club like this. The bitch was not only excited, she was actually able to get off on it. Ivan took hold of both of her hips and pounded into her with all her was worth. His balls tightened, and soon pumped blob after blob of his hot cum into her cunt. The sperm flowing into her pussy seemed to awaken her from the lull of her orgasm and she renewed her fight against him. Shaking from one of the best cums he had had in a long time, Ivan thrust deep inside of her one last time and let her pull off of his rapidly deflating cock. 

Ivan saw her move in close to her boyfriend, and smiled when she only clung to his arm and said nothing. What was there to say with his cum mingled with her own running down her leg. He tucked his cock back into his pants and pushed his way through the crowd, a happy man. 



Club Switch



My wife brought home an interesting advertisement one day.

"Club Switch," read the announcement, "was founded by a man and a woman deeply dedicated to consensual power exchange between men and women. We believe that consensual power exchange promotes awareness and equity in the real world. By allowing people to explore their fantasies of control in a safe environment, we promote the goals of social justice and sex-positive feminism."

I was intrigued, and agreed to attend the club with my wife. We planned it for a Saturday night and imagined a romantic evening. The club had an intriguing policy: "Each night, we will flip a coin and randomly choose whether men or women will dominate. Couples will agree to spend at least three hours in the club before knowing who will be in control. The mystery is part of the thrill."

I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be dominant or submissive. I imagined that if I were dominant I would have my wife serve me like a maid and bring me my food. I would make her tell me how handsome and smart I am and treat me like a king. Maybe, I thought, if things were really risqué, I would even indulge in a secret kinky fantasy of mine. For example, I could secretly touch my wife's breast under her shirt while we were enjoying dinner. Or I could command her to give me a hand job under the table. I imagined all the other couple sitting around having dinner, not realizing the outrageously kinky things we were doing.

On the other hand, if she were in control, I imagined she would enjoy bossing me around and telling me what to do. She would make me compliment her and treat her like a queen. She would direct me on how to kiss her and when, and perhaps, once again, if things felt really safe and she got turned on by her power, she might even have me secretly touch her clit under the table, with no one else realizing what was going on. These were the kinds of fantasies we had at the time: bossing each other around, getting to be "king" or "queen" for a day — and, at my most kinky, fantasies of having sex secretly in public!

We arrived at Club Switch around 10pm. A couple of large bouncers let us in, and we found ourselves on line to enter a small antechamber. The line was full of male-female pairs. Heterosexual pairing was one of the requirements to enter the club. One could bring a lover or a spouse, but the male/female dynamic was intrinsic to the club's policy of switching. Lesbians and gay men were encouraged to pair up if they wanted to get in — but they were reminded that, once inside, power dynamics were strictly determined by biological sex.

The other couples on the line ranged in age and attractiveness and elegance. All were dressed up to some degree. Some of them looked equally innocent and curious, like us. Others had a more hardcore look, which for the first time made me wonder if my imagination of the Club's interior was really accurate. We were going to be having dinner, right? There wouldn't be any nude waiters or performers, would there? I had assumed this was going to be a normal dinner club that simply used the "gimmick" of putting either men or women in control each evening. I wouldn't actually witness any sex acts, would I? The idea of doing so was exciting but also scary for me, since I had never taken part in any kind of public or community sexual event before.

Finally, my wife Andrea and I were admitted to the antechamber through a thick red velvet curtain and then a very solid wooden door. We left the line behind us snaking out towards the main entrance, and entered the antechamber holding hands. There we were greeted by a beautiful man and woman in elegant evening dress. They greeted us warmly and smiled comforting smiles, as if they could tell that we had never done anything like this before.

"Welcome to Club Switch," the gentleman said. "We need to go over a few guidelines before we can allow you to enter the club." Andrea and I nodded, our curiosity piqued.

"First of all," said the woman, who was tall and beautiful herself, "You do understand that one of you will be in control of the other tonight?" We nodded again. "The entrance fee for Club Switch is one hundred dollars per couple," the woman nodded. "However, we will initially charge your credit card in the amount of one thousand dollars." My wife and I exchanged a brief glance, confused.

The hostess explained: "This is part of our consent policy. Either of you is free to leave the club at any time. You have only to speak the words 'I forfeit' in a clear voice, and you will immediately be escorted to the exit. However, if you leave before three hours have passed, you will be charged one thousand rather than one hundred dollars for the evening. Thus, although your continued presence is always consensual, you have an incentive of nine hundred dollars to remain inside for at least three hours."

Now that sounded kinky. I would have liked to take a few minutes to think about it, because it really felt very edge to me to risk so much money, but I remembered the line of other couples waiting to enter and I felt that I couldn't be leisurely about the decision. Andrea said it sounded fine to her, so I agreed. After all, it was just a bit of power play. The worst-case scenario was that I would feel bored or a bit embarrassed at having Andrea boss me around in front of a bunch of strangers. I figured I could endure that for three hours, no problem. Anyway, it would be an interesting experience.

Andrea and I each signed the bottom of a contract indicating that we understood the rules, and then I ran my credit card through the machine. The receipt was printed for one thousand dollars. My eyes widened, to see such a large number! But the hostess patted my shoulder gently and spoke in a reassuring voice: "Don't worry, all you have to do is stick around for a few hours, and nine hundred dollars will be refunded to your account." I nodded, silent and increasingly curious about what was taking place in the rooms beyond.

The host and hostess then stepped backwards and drew apart another set of red velvet curtains at the back of the room. Behind these curtains were two more sturdy wooden doors, clearly labeled: MEN and WOMEN.

I think both of us were a little shocked by this. We hadn't expected to be separated. I thought they would probably give one of us a bracelet or a crown or something to indicate that we were in control. In one particularly kinky moment, I had imagined that the other of us would have to wear a dog collar on top of our elegant eveningwear. Why were they separating us now? It occurred to me that they were going to brief us further on the rules of the club.

My heart began to beat faster in anticipation. I was certain that beyond these doors, one of us would be instructed about how to play the dominant role, and the other would be told what he or she had to do as a submissive. And the submissive one would be certain that if he or she failed to follow orders, the nine hundred dollars would be forfeited!

Slowly, we let our hands drop apart and approached the two doors that divided us by sex. What a fascinating game this was! I had no idea if I was about to be told that I had to act like Andrea's servant for the rest of the night — or if I would be informed that the male sex had won the coin-toss and so I would be able to boss her around!

Strangely, in that moment I also wondered what kind of food and drinks would be served inside the club. Judging from the elegant attire of the host and hostess, I guessed it would be of the highest quality. But how did they manage to afford such luxuries? One hundred dollars per couple is not very much to run such an expensive operation... That's when I realized that a significant number of people must decide to leave before their three hours were up, thereby providing the club with a thousand dollars per couple instead of a hundred. But why would they forfeit so much money just to avoid three hours of weird play-acting, discomfort, or embarrassment?

In another moment, my wife and I had each opened our respective doors and stepped through them. The doors closed and locked behind us. I stood frozen, staring at the bizarre world into which I had stepped.

It was like some kind of time warp — I was standing in a locker room! To one side there were showers, and to the other, a row of half-size lockers. In between were a couple rows of wooden benches. It was exactly like the locker room of a swimming pool, although there was no sign of wetness. Also, I was alone. I stood there in my sharp black suit, feeling very out of place. What was this scenery for? Would I now be informed whether men or women were supposed to be 'dominant' for the evening? It was all very strange.

Suddenly, a door opened at the far side of the locker room, and three women stepped in. They were all extremely beautiful. The tallest was wearing an exquisitely tailored black suit, several price rungs more elegant than my own. The shortest was wearing a lovely purple evening gown that flowed down to her ankles. The middle one was wearing a sexy black bikini, much more appropriate for the locker room setting. I was stunned at their incredible figures and faces, their glowing eyes. Most of all, my gaze lingered on the sumptuous cleavage of the bikini-clad lady. The three of them could have been models.

The three women approached me and smiled.

"Good evening," said the tallest woman, the one wearing a suit. "We are pleased to inform you that the female sex is in charge tonight." I was not surprised. The three of them were so overwhelmingly confident, so strong in their attitudes, and had been looking at me with a sense of total power and confidence. I had already begun to feel a bit self-conscious in their presence, especially because the partly revealed body of the bikini-clad woman was giving me a hard erection in my pants. So I was not surprised to be told that they were in charge and I was not. The next thing the tall woman said, however, took me so completely by surprised that my mouth fell open slightly and I froze on the spot.

"You may remove your clothes," she said, smiling brightly at me.

A very strange feeling began to form in the pit of my stomach. I began to realize that this club was indeed far more intense than I had expected. The three women stood there in front of me, their faces showing expressions that ranged from warm dominance to mild scorn. They were waiting for me to undress in front of them.

I wanted to turn around and run, but I knew the door was locked. The only way out of this was to say the words "I forfeit," in which case I would immediately have given up nine hundred dollars and completely cancelled the evening before it even got started. My wife would be disappointed, since she would have no chance to enjoy her power. She would be annoyed, and perhaps call me a coward. Plus, we really couldn't afford to lose a thousand bucks on a stupid gamble. On top of that, I was curious what was going on inside the club. If I forfeited now, I would never find out.

I began to undress.

The women watched. I slipped off my dinner jacket and unbuttoned my white shirt. The beautiful young woman in the purple dress indicated that I should choose an available locker — one that still had a key in its lock. Inside the locker, I found a few hangers, on which I hung my jacket and shirt. I slipped out of my shoes and socks and put them neatly into the locker was well. With nowhere I else to go, I leaned over and pulled down my pants, folding them into a hanger and placing them inside the locker. I stood there in my black cotton boxer shorts, facing the three women.

Unfortunately, my erection had not subsided. The more I undressed, the more my penis began to ache and throb with a desire to be touched. I could feel the gaze of these three beautiful women running over my entire body. I wasn't an athlete or anything, but I was an attractive enough 30-year old, and they seemed to be observing and appreciating every party of my body. Well, almost every part — the most intimate areas had yet to be revealed, although they could see its shape pointing out towards them through my underwear.

It was enormously embarrassing. I couldn't imagine taking my boxers off in front of these women. They were going to see my genitals. My eyes passed briefly over the midsection of the woman in the black bikini, absorbing the shape of her female genitals in the tight bikini bottoms. Then I took in the incredible youthful curves of the woman in the purple dress. My cock was yearning for release, it didn't care about the circumstances, it was desperate to fuck these women. It didn't realize there was absolutely no chance of that.

I leaned down and pulled off my boxers. My penis and balls sprang into view. I tossed the boxers into the locker and then stood before the women completely naked, using my two hands to cover my exposed genitals.

The women smiled. I figured that I would be let into the club now that I was naked. Probably my wife would still be fully dressed, and that would accent the experience of submission. With a start, I realized that this meant that all the women in the club's interior would be dressed, while surely all the men would be naked. I realized how enormously humiliating that would be, walking around with my body on display and knowing that all these fully-dressed women were comparing my body and my genitals to those of the other men. All of us men equally exposed and humiliated. I had never expected this!

But the preparations were not over. Swiftly, the three women came over to me and began to touch me. The tall woman in the suit put her hands on my shoulders, while — to my disbelief — the woman in the incredibly hot bikini knelt down in front of my naked cock and began to stroke it. I almost went wild from the sensation. My mind began immediately to construct a fantasy of the moment: the tall woman behind me would touch my nipples, the young woman in the purple dress would kiss me and caress my face, and the woman in the swimsuit would suck my cock until I came!

That's not what happened. Instead, the woman in the suit pulled my arms behind my back and locked them there with a pair of handcuffs. My eyes went wide and I tried to pull away, but she held me firmly in place. At the same moment, the woman in the bikini began to apply some kind of device to my genitals! I looked down and felt myself mesmerized by the sight of her body kneeling there in front of me. She was squatting. I could see the incredible shape of her smooth vulva enclosed in the bikini bottoms, and her generous breasts just barely contained by the top. I wanted to reach down and take hold of her head, pushing my dick into her mouth, but my hands were locked behind me. I was helpless.

With cruel but sensual efficiency, this gorgeous woman in a swimsuit placed a small loop of metal around the tip of my penis and locked it closed. It was tight enough that it could not slide up or down the shaft, and on the side there were four smaller loops. Through one of these loops, she threaded a small silver chain, which she then fastened around my waist. The result was that the tip of my penis was pulled up towards my belly button and pressed against my abdomen, exposing my scrotum beneath it.

Next the woman began to finger my scrotum, gently and then not so gently pulling at the testicles and nudging them until they began to descend in the sack. As the pulled on the balls I felt again the overwhelming desire to fuck her, but the woman behind me held my wrists and arms firmly so that I was immobile. As I stood there I felt my balls massaged into submission, my scrotum bag being pulled down into a low-hanging position. Finally, when the balls were an inch or two away from my body, the woman kneeling between my legs placed another metal loop around my scrotum. This was carefully placed above the testicles and then locked closed so that they could not pass through it. As if to check the restraint, the woman tugged down on the loop. It was too small for my testicles to pass through, so as she pulled down, I was forced to squat.

Now I was really struggling, but there was nothing I could do. The woman behind me had let go of my arms, but it hardly mattered since they were locked behind me in handcuffs. I was forced into a squatting position as the woman in the bikini held my scrotum-loop about one foot above the floor. By balls rested gently in the soft, warm palm of her hand as her fingers gripped the metal circlet. It was an incredible feeling, combining immense physical pleasure with total humiliation and submission. I knew that I couldn't stand up until she decided to release my balls. 

She had pulled me down so far that our eyes were now on the same level. She was kneeling on the cool floor of the "locker room," her beautiful skin almost completely revealed to me, with just her skimpy bikini top and bottom hiding her most intimate female parts from view. I on the other hand was completely naked, my hands locked behind my back, squatting awkwardly in the only position that could accommodate the placement of my scrotum. Her beautiful hand was thrust forward, holding my precious male jewels as if they were a child's toy — like a bag of fun marbles. She looked deeply into my eyes and smiled again.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Very vulnerable," I answered honestly. It was impossible for me not to be completely honest with her in this position. My nudity and her total physical control of my most vulnerable male body-parts made me feel as if I were desperately in love with her. The fact of her intense beauty and the near-visibility of her own sex only made this feeling strong.

"Good," she smiled back, still holding me in this awkward crouched position. She held me there for several seconds more, seemingly just enjoying the experience of my submission. She knew that I hadn't expected anything like this and that I felt completely reduced and submissive because of her astonishing grip on my vulnerable sack. I could see in her eyes that she probably liked nothing more in the world than to hold a man in this way. With my arms out of commission, my scrotum swung and dangled freely between my open legs. She owned my scrotum in that moment, and therefore she owned me.

The younger woman in the purple dress took this moment to lean down and attach a small clip to each of my nipples. They were not tight enough to really hurt, but they certainly reminded me of the sensitivity of those little red tips. I started when she put the clips on my nipples, and would have stood up were it not for the fact that the other woman maintained a firm grip on the loop that had trapped my balls.

Finally the woman in the bikini attached another silver chain to the ring of metal around my scrotum sack. This chain was quite a bit longer than the one that encircled my waist and pulled my penis up against my stomach. It was five or six feet long, and when she stood up and began to tug on it I realized that it was nothing more nor less than a scrotum leash.

I had never fantasized, dreamed, or even imagined anything so bizarre and terrifying as a scrotum leash. But here I was suddenly wearing one — and not in the privacy and safety of my bedroom with Andrea, but in a crazy locker room with three women who were total strangers to me. I didn't even know their names, and I didn't have to. They were women, and for the rest of the evening that would mean just one thing: they were in charge of me.

The gorgeous woman in the bikini began to pull me towards the door at the far end of the locker room. My hands were locked securely behind my back. My nipples were each held in a small clip that bounced as I walked. The tip of my penis was encircled and drawn up against my tummy. Most humiliating of all, my male scrotum was looped above the testicles, and that loop was attached to a leash. As the leash was pulled, I stepped forward like a dog.




Club Switch



I wanted to speak but I had nothing to say. My submission was total. Where the leash pulled, I would follow. These women controlled my wrists, they controlled my nipples, they controlled my penis, they controlled my ball sack, and they controlled my individual testicles. 

I glanced behind me and saw the young lady in purple close my locker and remove the key. Then the four of us stepped out of the locker room and into yet another small antechamber. This room was very similar to the one in which my wife and I had been greeted by the host and hostess of Club Switch. That was only about fifteen minutes ago, but it seemed like days and worlds away. Then I had been curious about the club, wondering if there would be nudity, and not yet knowing whether my wife or I would be the boss. Then I had been wearing a suit and ready for an elegant evening. Now I was completely naked and bound like a sex slave. A beautiful woman tugged me into the room by the genitals. Another followed with they key to a locker that held all of my possessions. What would happen to me next?

In the small room there were four more women waiting for me: three more strangers and my wife Andrea. I stood naked, the only man in the room, surrounded by no less than seven beautiful women, all more fully clothed than I. Andrea was still wearing the red dress she had come in with. The three women who had stripped and bound me were each in their own choice of attire. The other three women wore a leopard-print dress, a dominatrix outfit, and a schoolgirl uniform respectively. They all smiled when they saw me — it was the kind of smile one gives to a pet.

The woman in the bikini handed my scrotum-leash to Andrea. "He's all yours," she said. Andrea smiled and gave an appreciative little tug on my ball sack. My eyes opened wide. What had my wife become? What had they told her to prepare her for this? Did she expect to see me bound and naked in this condition? For the first time it occurred to me that she might have known more about what went on inside Club Switch than she let on...

Next, the young woman in the purple dress stepped forward and gave the key to my locker to Andrea, saying: "This is the key to his locker." Andrea nodded and, without looking at me, dropped the key into her purse where it disappeared. I could only stare around me at this crazy predicament. I wanted to desperately to cover up my exposed genitals, but I had no way of doing so. The women stood around leisurely for a moment, enjoying the sight of my male helplessness. Then the three women who had stripped me stepped back into the locker room, and the other three strangers disappeared through the other door. I was left alone with my wife.

"Hi honey," she said, smiling at me wickedly.

"Andrea..." I began to speak.

"Shhhhh..." Andrea put her finger against my lips. "Don't speak until you are spoken to, okay honey?"

"Andrea, are you really going to—?"

Andrea pulled up sharply on my scrotum-leash, causing me to stand on my tiptoes. She tugged a little more. My balls were pulled up towards the ceiling by the metal loop. I grunted and strained further up onto my toes in order to relieve the discomfort. Andrea held the leash firmly aloft. She jiggled it a little as she spoke, causing me to dance around foolishly on my toes. "I told you not to speak, honey," she said, this time in a cooler voice, with an edge of command. "Nod if you understand."

There was nothing I could do. Each little jerk of her wrist pulled my vulnerable testicles upwards. My sack was raised towards the ceiling. I was up on my toes, desperately trying to relieve the pressure on my balls. I nodded. Slowly, Andrea let the leash down and I was able to stand normally again. For the first time, I felt afraid.

"If it's too much for you," Andrea said, "you can forfeit at any time. But do you really want to lose nine hundred dollars?" I shook my head, staring into her eyes. She suddenly seemed immensely powerful to me. I felt like a dog staring lovingly into the eyes of my owner. "Good," she cooed. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the next few hours if you just remember that nothing is up to you. You won't have to make any decisions. You will just do exactly what I say." Still holding my leash in her left hand, Andrea reached down and with her right hand began to fondle my balls beneath the metal loop. "Does that sound good?" she asked, rolling my balls between her strong female fingers. I nodded, silently, still gazing wondrously into the dark pools of her eyes. Then she ran her fingers up the bottom of my shaft to the sensitive tip of my penis. I was totally in her power. "Good," she said again.

Then Andrea let go of my balls and pulled me by the scrotum leash into the main section of the club.

*****

A few weeks later, I was talking with my best buddy Jack.

"Wow, that sounds crazy," Jack said. "She literally had you by the balls?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "It was completely insane. She pulled me around the club like a dog or something, and I had to do whatever she said. She wouldn't even let me speak. Whenever I tried to say something she would give a yank on the chain and, well, you understand." I laid my hand on my crotch to indicate the feeling I was referring to. Jack nodded, palming his own crotch in male empathy with me.

"Did you at least get to fuck her?" he asked after a moment.

"No," I replied. She stayed dressed the whole night. She had me eat out other women though, that's what was really humiliating. She made me get down on all fours and lick other women until they came. She just watched and touched herself. It was crazy."

"Wow," Jack nodded.

"Some of these women were beautiful, too. I wanted to jump up and grab them, strip off their dresses, I just wanted to fuck them all so hard, but of course I couldn't do anything. They were completely in charge. It was very erotic."

"They were all beautiful?" Jack asked.

"No, some of them were kind of ugly. That was the worst part. There was one woman who was pretty unattractive, but when Andrea told me to suck her pussy, I had to do it anyway. It was a crazy feeling, having absolutely no choice in who I sucked or pleasured. I felt like a sex slave. In a way, it was very liberating."

"I bet," Jack said skeptically. There was a pause, and his eyes seemed to glaze over. "I'd love to have the situation reversed," he muttered under his breath.

Now it was my turn to nod and let my imagination wander. "Yeah, that's the thing. It would be amazing to go again with our wives on a night when men were in control. We could do whatever we want with them."

Then Jack said something that surprised even me. "Would you let me fuck your wife?"

I thought about it for a moment. Jack's dick, which I had never seen, entering my wife's vagina. And it would be totally up to me. Would I do it? My thoughts turned to Jack's wife who was taller and bustier than mine. "Sure," I said, "If you let me fuck yours."

We sat in silence together for a moment, each completely lost in a fantasy of fucking the other man's wife and of letting our best friend have access to our own wife's body. It was an amazing moment. Electricity was in the air between us. Bulges in our pants made clear how turned on we both were by the idea.

We decided to give it a shot.

One week later, I was standing on line at Club Switch again. Behind me were Jack and his wife Sarah. She was gorgeous. All evening, over drinks, I had been imagining how incredible it would be to have total access to her body. Trying not to let her see what I was doing, I ran my gaze slowly over every inch of her body, outlined in her smooth white dress. Two months ago it would never have occurred to me in my wildest dreams that I might see Sarah naked, let alone have power over her body. Now my dick was raging with the possibility.

We knew it was a gamble, but I figured that having lost the previous time I had twice the chance at getting the upper hand now. It just wouldn't be fair, otherwise, I thought, and I silently pleaded with a God I didn't believe in to let the men win this time.

We drew near to the first entrance and informed the bouncers that we wanted to enter as a foursome. They agreed, and the four of us stepped into the familiar antechamber. There were the elegant and beautiful host and hostess. They went over the rules as before, and gave a special welcome to Andrea and myself as having decided to come back after our first time. Then they swiped our credit cards. Between the four of us, we had two thousand dollars on the line. That much we definitely couldn't afford, so whatever happened, we knew we would have stick it through for three hours, in order to pay only the fee of two hundred bucks.

The host and hostess swept the curtains aside, and there were those two familiar doors: MEN and WOMEN. My heart began to beat faster. I took one last glance at my wife and Sarah, and my mind filled with an image of how I would see them next: completely naked and bound, and ours to do with as we pleased for three whole hours. I barely tried to hide my lust now, staring directly at my wife's cleavage and then at Sarah's, and thinking about how unbelievable it would be to have unlimited access to those four tits. In my mind's eye, I saw Sarah and Andrea naked together, with Jack and me pushing them towards each other so that their soft, warm breasts were pressed together, their sensitive nipples touching...

And then Jack and I were on the other side of the door marked MEN, and the door was closed and locked behind us, and it was silent. My wife and Andrea had disappeared into the other room. My heart was racing with anticipation.

Then three women stepped into view. I had never seen any of them before, but all the same my heart suddenly fell down to the floor. "Good evening," said one of the women. "We are pleased to inform you that the female sex is in charge tonight."

Jack stared at me, his jaw dropping slightly open. I think he had honestly never imagined this possibility. His brain had been so filled with male lust that he had truly imagined the universe would line itself up to satisfy his cock. He had been completely driven by the image of fucking Andrea, and he had allowed that to totally cloud his judgment. I suppose I had done the same. The idea of grabbing my wife's tits was so powerful to me that I had gambled 50/50 to win that chance. But we had lost the gamble.

Jack opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out. There was nothing to say. He knew as well as I did that he could call forfeit if he wanted, but that he would instantly lose a cool nine hundred bucks in doing so. Besides, he even more than me had a strong sense of pride and courage, and he would never normally back out of any dare, no matter how crazy it was. So we just stood there and allowed ourselves to be reduced to male sexual slaves, just as I had done the first time around.

We had never seen each other naked before this moment. I was surprised when Jack slipped his boxers down to see that his penis, even in its flaccid state, was significantly larger than mine. It hung down between his legs and exercised a kind of hypnotic effect on me. A moment later, I pulled down my underwear as well and the two of us stood there, completely naked and exposed, our male genitals dangling out for the three beautiful women to see.

I don't believe I had told Jack the extent of the bondage that I had experienced the first time around. I had described the scrotum leash in detail, but I had forgotten to mention that my hands were handcuffed behind my back. Jack's eyes went wide when one of the women grabbed his arms and locked his wrists together behind him, but he accepted it. A moment later, a second woman, kneeling between his legs, had applied the penis loop to the tip of his dick and pressed it to his stomach with a chain around his waist. With these women give him such close physical attention, his large cock and come to full erection and was even more impressive. Below it swung a scrotum also much larger than mine.

I watched as my friend's scrotum bag was manipulated and tugged towards until it could be looped and leashed above the testicles. I watched as one of the three women pulled down on Jack's nuts to force him into a squatting position. This brought his eyes down to her level, and he stared across at her with a look of total submission that I had never seen on his face before. Meanwhile, the third woman placed a clip onto each of his nipples.

I was next: wrists handcuffed, penis looped, scrotum leashed, nipples clamped. In a matter of moments, I had been reduced to the status of male animal. The two of us stared at each other in blank humiliation, our cocks hard and pointing up to the ceiling, our hands completely helpless, our tender balls suddenly the most visible and available parts of our bodies.

Although on my previous night at Club Switch I had of course seen many men in this completely vulnerable and humiliating position, there was something much more intense about seeing my best friend like this. The previous time, aside from my wife, I had only encountered total strangers. That made it possible to pretend that I was in some kind of dream world or alternate universe. But now I was staring back at Jack and seeing his scrotum bounded and pulled in exactly the same way as mine.

The three women looked at us and smiled. It was a smile of total humiliation that only made me feel more completely vulnerable. One of the women closed our lockers and took the keys from them, while the other took hold of the chains attached to our male sacks and began pulling us towards the exist door by our genitals.

For the first time I realized that Jack's wife Sarah was about to see me completely naked and helpless. This was enough to make me stop following the leash for a moment. I held back. This was too much! It was one thing for Andrea to see me bound naked. After all, we had a long history of sexual contact. But I had never even seen Sarah naked before, and now here she was about to have complete and total access to every inch of my body, including my totally exposed and flopping male private parts.

The woman tugged on my ball leash insistently. There was no way I could resist the pull. All I could do would be to cry "forfeit" and give up the nine hundred bucks and end the night right then. For some reason, I didn't want to do that. It felt cowardly. Slowly, inexorably, the woman increased the intensity of her pull on my scrotum leash. My testicles were pulled forward. Eventually I had no choice but to the follow them.

Jack and I now stood in the main antechamber, beyond the locker room and just before the entrance to the main club area. Standing next to another man — my best friend, no less! — somehow made the experience even more humiliating than it had been the first time around. But nothing could compare to the moment in which the second door opened and three hostesses stepped in, followed by my wife Andrea and Jack's wife Sarah.

Andrea and Sarah were of course still completely dressed in their eveningwear. There was a long silence as they simply took in the situation. We were surrounded now by eight women, all of whose private parts were covered. Meanwhile, Jack and I were completely naked, bound, exposed. Our two scrotums dangled forward between our legs, our penises pulled up and away.

I realized suddenly that the main point of pulling the penis upwards was not just to make the scrotum physically accessible but also to make it completely and bizarrely visible. Andrea and Sarah stared at our ball sacks. What runs through the mind of a woman when she sees a man's ball sack completely exposed like that? Scorn? Anger? Aggression? Fear? Pity? Disgust? Probably it is different for every woman.

The hostesses gave our wives our leashes and locker keys, and stepped back into the locker rooms to prepare the next set of guests. Andrea looked at me lovingly, holding the chain attached to the loop around my balls. She stepped forward and flicked my nipple clamps, causing me to moan sharply. Then, to my horror, she offered the end of my leash chain to Sarah.

Sarah smiled and accepted the trade. Jack's wife took hold of my leash and pulled me towards her. She ran her hand over my shoulders and down my back. I had a flashback to my desires and fantasies from earlier that same evening. I had dreamed of fucking and controlling this woman, but now it was me who was controlled. What kind of woman was Sarah? What would she do to me? And would Andrea really let Sarah do whatever she wanted with my naked body?

In that moment, Sarah ran her hand down the small of my back and placed one finger at the opening of my anus. I breathed in sharply and my eyes opened wide. I looked over at Andrea for help. Andrea knew I was scared of anal penetration, and we had never tried it because she also wasn't interested. But Andrea was watching with pleasure as Sarah explored my butt!

Sarah pushed her finger into my anus. Andrea watched, curious, as if she were watching a fascinating documentary on television. I tried to step forward, away from Sarah's finger. Sarah's other hand dropped my lash chain and took a firm hold of my balls. She grasped the metal loop that had been locked above my testicles and pulled it slightly downwards. At the same time, she pushed her finger deeper into my asshole.

I could do nothing. Andrea's grip on my scrotum was at least as firm as my wife's had been. Her hand was a bit cold. Her face was warm but not sympathetic. She held me firmly by the ball-lock and pushed her finger all the way into my anus. She wiggled it around. Andrea watched in fascination. Jack watched in horror as his wife anally fingered me. It only last a few seconds, but it felt like hours. I was humiliated and completely terrified about what would happen next.

Finally, Sarah popped her finger out of my ass and took up my scrotum chain again. It almost felt like a relief to be reduced to the status of pet again, after that incredibly intimate rear invasion. Sarah led me towards the door that opened into the main club area. Behind us, my wife Andrea led Jack forward by his ball-leash. We followed the women like male pets, our scrotums jiggling. 

*****

A few weeks later, I decided to give it one more chance. The odds couldn't possibly turn against me a third time, I decided. I wanted to bring Jack and Sarah again, because I still yearned to fuck and molest Sarah, but Jack wouldn't agree to it. He had been so completely humiliated and shocked by the experience that he said he would never do it again.

It had been very humiliating for Jack when his wife forced me to suck his cock. I had never sucked cock before but I knew what felt good to me, and after a few minutes Jack came in my mouth. That was very strange for him, since he had never been with a man, but it was nothing compared to the next moment, when our wives decided that he ought to return the favor. Being forced to suck my penis was probably the most terrifying and humiliating thing Jack had ever done. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that our wives would be so perverse!

Honestly, it just felt good to me. It was my second time at Club Switch and I was ready to cross boundaries. I didn't care that he was my best friend and I had never seen him naked before that night. I had given up my will completely to Andrea and Sarah. There was no point in resisting because their power was total. If Andrea wanted Jack to lick and suck my penis, then he would. If she wanted my hard penis to go all the way into Jack's mouth, then it would. If she wanted my balls to rub against Jack's chin, then they would. If she wanted me to shoot my cum down Jack's throat, then I would. And if she wanted Jack to swallow my cum, then he would.




Club Switch



I enjoyed it when Andrea took Jack by the head, as I was about to ejaculate, and pushed his throat deeper onto my pulsating cock. I knew she was doing it for my pleasure. I could tell in that moment that she had always wanted to see another man give me a great blow job, and she finally got her chance. I shot an enormous load into Jack's mouth and he moaned as he was forced to swallow all of it in a single massive gulp.

So Jack refused to come back to the club, which meant Sarah wouldn't come either. I thought about inviting another couple, but it felt too risky. In the end, I asked Andrea if she wanted to go again with just me, and she said yes. Of course she did! In both her experiences she had been completely in charge. The first time had been an experiment for her, forcing me to suck a number of women's pussies but basically staying within the norms of heterosexual sex. The second time went much further, as Sarah and Andrea exchanged their husbands and experimented with anal play and forced male-on-male sex. She must have been daydreaming about what she would do to me the third time around!

But this time, I was greeted in the clean, dry locker room by three handsome men wearing suits and ties. The men smiled at me proudly as if they were inviting me to join a special gentleman's club, and they spoke the words I had been longing to hear: "Good evening. We are pleased to inform you that the male sex is in charge tonight."

I sat down on the wooden benches with the men, and they briefed me as to my rights and responsibilities for the night. I could do anything I wanted to my wife as long as I did not physically hurt her. I could also do anything I wanted to any other woman in the club, as long as I had permission from her male guardian. If I heard any woman call "forfeit," I was required to notify the one of the male hosts or bartenders. That was it.

We waited a few minutes in silence, and then the men led me out of the locker room and into the second antechamber. I was still wearing my best suit, and, to be honest, I already felt like a god because of what the men had told me and how they were treating me: with enormous respect. But this feeling of masculine power and dominance increased a thousand fold when I stepped into the antechamber and saw my wife.

There she was, in all her glorious, helpless beauty. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I was one of seven men in suits who surrounded her. Her eyes were wide and I could see fear mixed with arousal in them. I stood in silence, drinking in the incredible image.

Andrea was totally naked, of course. Not a shred of clothing on her. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, just as mine had been. On her full red nipples were two small clips, similar to those I had worn on previous nights. The clips pinched the rosy tips of her breasts and dangled onto the soft mounds of flesh below the areolas. In addition to clips, there was a leather loop tied around each of Andrea's breasts at the base. These loops served to accentuate her breasts and separate them slightly from her body, making them appear even more vulnerable and sexy than a pair of naked female breasts naturally does. I had a strong desire to reach out and take Andrea firmly by both tits, but I held off, waiting, still drinking in the details of her predicament.

Naturally, the bondage on the bottom half of Andrea's body was different than what I had experienced. I love women's bodies so much. They are so fucking beautiful between the legs. No penis, no scrotum, no dangling balls. Nothing to grab onto, nothing that could be leashed or locked. Pure pussy.

Instead of a leash, then, there was a two-foot long spreader bar attached to Andrea's knees. The result was that she had to stand with her legs awkwardly wide apart, and it was obvious that instead of walking normally she would have to waddle forward in large side-to-side steps. This of course meant that Andrea's gloriously hairy vulva was completely exposed to view. From the top of her pubic hair to the bottom of her vulval slit, from cunt to anus, from clitoris to vagina, from labia to labia — my wife's amazing female genitals were one hundred percent available to the sight or touch of any man. I took a moment to gaze at her female sexual opening: the incredible sensitivity and vulnerability of her labial folds was so beautiful and enticing that I almost came in my pants.

Around me I noticed the other six men also running their eyes over Andrea's beautiful, exposed body. They looked at her helpless breasts, her spread legs, her open pussy, her dangling pinched nipples. Then, after another moment, they stepped back into the locker rooms.

It occurred to me that the three men working the women's locker room had the best job a man could ever imagine. Throughout the entire evening, their job was to greet individual women entering the women's locker room and inform them that they were about to be stripped and rendered helpless. They would then watch as each woman would strip down completely, removing every shred of clothing, including her bra and panties, and placing them inside a locker. Then the three men would close in on the woman and bind her, locking her hands behind her back, placing a spreader bar between her legs to force them open, and fastening bondage loops around her breasts and clips onto her nipples. Did they actually get paid to do this job?

I was left alone with Andrea. Before departing, the men from the women's locker room gave me a key and one end of a golden chain. The key, I knew, was for Andrea's locker. Inside it were her shoes, her pants, her shirt, her purse, her jewelry, her brassiere, and her panties. All her possessions, everything that made her a respectable adult citizen. All of that was locked away now, and I had the key. Now she was just a woman. A naked, vulnerable woman. A naked cunt. A pair of soft and completely available tits.

The golden chain in my hand was attached to the two leather loops in place behind Andrea's breasts. I saw that the loops could be adjusted, made tighter if necessary. I gave a tug to test the leash, and saw that no tightening was necessary, at least for now. As I pulled the chain forward, Andrea's breasts came towards me, like two little sandbags, the clips on her sensitive nipples bouncing up and down. And just as I had helplessly followed the tug on my scrotum on the previous nights, Andrea helplessly followed my firm tug on her boobs.

I pulled my wife towards me by the breasts. It was a great feeling.

"Please," she began to whisper in a pleading voice. "Be gentle. I'm not—"

I didn't really want to hear the rest of that sentence. After all, she had had the upper hand twice before and had really pushed my limits. Now it was my turn. So I raised my right hand upwards and pulled Andrea's leash sharply towards the ceiling, just as she had done to me three months earlier. Andrea breathed in sharply as her tits were yanked upwards. Quickly she went up onto her toes — an extremely uncomfortable position given the spreader bar between her legs.

"Quiet," I said, holding her breasts up by the chain. Andrea fell silent immediately. She wobbled on her tiptoes. "You will not speak unless I tell you to. Is that understood?"

There was no reply, so I tugged a bit higher on the breast leash, pulling Andrea further onto her toes by the leash attached to her soft, wobbling titties. Her nipples pointed beautifully up at the ceiling. I clapped my other hand against my wife between her opened legs, cupping the exposed cunt as if I owned it — which, for the time being, I did. Softly but firmly, I repeated: "Is that understood?"

I had never seen my wife look so helpless, so totally dominated before. With her tits pulled up and her legs spread, she was the perfect image of vulnerable, accessible female sexuality. 

"Yes," she whispered urgently. 

My hand began to probe her vulva, fingering the female lips. "Say 'Yes, Sir'," I said.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered again.

I enjoyed another few seconds of exploring her open labia — just long enough to make brief contact with her maddeningly exposed clit. Then I removed my hand from her cunt and lowered her breasts down so that she could stand on the flats of her feet again. With her legs wide, she was simply amazing to look at. My mind began to imagine all the things that I could do with her body in the next three hours.

"Come on," I said, as I began slowly but firmly to lead her by the breasts towards the main section of the club. Andrea followed, helpless and silent, as the leash tugged her soft tits forward in front of her. My female pet. 

With her legs spread wide, Andrea waddled forward after me. All the beautiful, complex, sensitive parts of her vulva were spread out and exposed. "Come on," I said, smiling. "I want to show the world your vagina."



Club Tale



Across the Bar

That's where I saw her; sitting across from me at the bar simply sitting there staring in my direction. She had the most amazing almost boyish charm: short spiked hair, a baby face and a body to die for. Not quite the typical woman with curves here and there more of a sleek smooth look that just begged to be licked and nibbled upon. You could tell from the faint sheen of sweat upon her face that she was getting hot and heavy under the collar of her red checked shirt. 

I myself am not too bad looking: big and muscular with electric blue hair piercings and small perky tits. All of this coupled with a baby face making me look younger than my 22 years. Slowly she rose to her feet and beckoned me to dance. Of course I obliged.

We twisted and turned as the beat ran throughout her body and every brush of our skin sent electric pulses down to our cores. Every beat had the effect of pulling us closer and closer together, She leaned in close. Her big brown eyes level with mine stared as she whispered "your mine tonight.".

Her mouth captured mine in a heated kiss, pushing hard against my own soft lips willing them to open and that they did. 

Her tongue darted into my mouth intertwining with mine in a battle of strength as my teeth grazed along her bottom lip pulling it into my mouth. The moment left me; forgetting I was in a crowded bar as I broke the kiss and nipped my way down to her collar bone. 

Pulling away she scolded me and showed me exactly where we were, in the crowded club and suggested somewhere slightly more private. I hardly could contain myself, I wanted her NOW, I could feel the juices dripping in my underwear as she dragged me off to the toilets of all places.

She tried to explain that this was the best she could do with both out needs so great however she did not get a chance to fully get this statement out and I wrapped my arms around her tightly and backed her into the one remaining cubicle. We resumed our kissing and rough touching. Now her hand travelled down my touch her fingers ripping the buttons as she went exposing myself to her eyes. She gazed at my white satin bra, at the nipples hardened to a point and licked her lips. Fingers grazed across my left nipple while her hand palmed the other breast as I moaned into her open mouthed kiss. 

To return the favour my hands did not go to her chest but straight down to her belt that was denying me access to the unbridled pleasure beneath. I unhooked and slung it off her noticing the wet patch forming at her crotch. Scooting away from her freeing her back from the wall she groaned in frustration mumbling something about needing me. She soon stopped that however when I knelt on the floor my face level with her trousered pussy and I bent in to take a long sniff. Doing this clearly turned her on more as the wetness began to spread before my very eyes. 

I could not take it any longer; I guided the pants down her thin hips her knickers along to and there revealing to me was her delicious cunt open and swollen with arousal. She was not shaven with a thick hairy bush that I could bury my face into. Inching closer ever still I stuck out my tongue and licked my way up and down her wet, wet slit parting her inner lips with agile muscle on the way. 

Any ideas of pleasuring me clearly went out of the window as she leaned back as far as she could in the tiny cramped stall and gasped in ecstasy. To add to her growing delight one of my fingers went to her soft opening. My finger ever so slowly dipped into her cunt; just a little way in and drew out. I could see the wetness clinging to my finger and she began to beg me to go faster, harder. I had intended to torture her senses , go ever so slowly but arousal on both sides decided otherwise. 

In and out in and out. One finger, then two finally three pumped her tight cunt. With every pass I could feel her pussy contracting squeezing my fingers grabbing any pleasure they had to offer. She was mounting up higher and higher and yet I still not touched her clit. I could see it jutting out there erect with need and throbbing as if it had a life of its own. I could not resist moving in again and swiping my tongue over it. First however I wanted to bring my need to the same level. I wanted us to cum in unison and I willed that to happen.

My remaining hand went straight to my slick folds what with my jeans discarded a long time ago. Furiously I rubbed at my clit, my need was so bad I wanted to scream and I needed to be there to cum in a matter of seconds or I felt my whole body would implode. Stuffing two fingers in my cunt and one running circles round my little button rose the pressure up and up until I was on the point of climax. 

Not forgetting my partner all the way through my ministrations I could feel each clench of her cunt around my fingers tighter, each new leak of wetness more musky and thicker until she practically screamed that she was going to cum. 

We both reached the point together, me frigging myself as my mouth worked wonder on her pussy. As she spurted a long stream of sweet liquid into my mouth her legs buckled as her pussy in rhythmic contractions forced my finger out her hole. I moaned her name as I too reached my point of no return. I felt the heat within me rise to an amazing level felt my pussy clench harder in harder till I broke that barrier and came all over my hand moaning and crying as I did. 

Slowly as we both came down from our highs I drew my hand away from our respective pussies and lay my head against her bare chest. Clearly not tired she bent down and breathed into my ear "ready for round two".



Club Toronto



I n my mid 20's I became aware of the bath houses that existed in Toronto. The first one I visited was called Club Baths I think on Mutual St. I went there one Saturday to check it out. Getting in required taking out a "membership" which could be done on the spot for not too much money. I think that was to give them status as a private club rather than a public business so as to avoid trouble with the cops which at the time still hassled gay people commonly.

When I got inside I got a room which amounted to a small cubicle with a locker and a bed and a light. I had seen men walking around with towels wrapped around them and nothing else so I undressed and followed suit.

Exploring the premises a bit I found there was a Jacuzzi pool, shower room, steam bath, several rooms and if memory serves me it was laid out on 3 floors. Men strolled around and it was apparent that some of the rooms were occupied but with the door open a little. There was also an area on one of the upper floors with mattresses on the floor and a waist high wall down one side with just an opening to get in or out. 

AS I watched what was happening it became clear that if you saw someone in a room you found interesting you could stop at the door and see if you were invited in or not. From some of the noises coming from behind closed doors it was pretty obvious that some people were enjoying themselves in these rooms. 

After my mini tour and watching of the scene I decided to go to the steam room and on entering it realized that none of the 3 men inside had brought their towels in so I took mine off and hung it on a peg outside the door. Sitting in a corner of the room which was quite dim but not dark I started to relax in the heat and steam. I soon became aware that 2 of the guys were stroking each other and without staring at them I watched as they got more and more involved with each other. When one leaned over and started sucking on the other my own cock sprang to a full erection and I saw the other guy in there was stroking his cock as he watched the blow job going on beside him.

Catching my eye he climbed down form the bench he was sitting on and stood in front of me still stroking his cock. I leaned forward a little and opened my mouth and he wasted no time in shoving his cock into my throat. I started sucking him as the other 2 switched into a 69 position. The guy I was with held my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth gently running his cock all the way into and down my throat then pulling back till it was just inside my lips. I put pressure on his cock with my lips and licked and sucked as he slid in and out with greater and greater speed and force. AS he found that I could deep throat him he started fucking me pretty hard and I ran my hands up and down his legs as he fed me his cock and when his breath started to speed up and he began gasping I knew he was getting close. Then he shoved his cock as far into my throat as he could and held it there as I felt it pulsing while he shot his juice into me. When he finished he just said thanks and pulling out left the steam room and a few second later I heard him turn on the shower to clean up.

Meanwhile the other 2 guys also reached climax with each other and as they slowly relaxed I decided to get out of the room and took a quick shower myself.

Going back upstairs I saw that there were a few guys in the room with the mattress on the floor and stopped to see what was going on. 2 of them were involved in a 69 position while the others were just looking on. There were about 5 men outside the room watching. As I stood there I started getting another hardon and then felt the man beside me start rubbing me ass. AS I glanced at him he was staring at the front of my towel which was quickly tenting out over my cock. He moved his other hand to my front and began squeezing my cock through the towel without stopping his caressing of my ass. Another man moved behind me and started rubbing my neck and shoulders and then the 2 of them guided me through the opening in the wall into the room. 

When we got in there they took off their towels and removed mine. The man who had begun stroking me got on his knees in front of me and taking my cock in his hand brought it to his mouth and started sucking me. Others were watching this as well as the 2 on the floor and I found it stimulating to be getting blown like this with other men watching. The second man moved behind me and was rubbing my shoulders and back and ass. He also sank to his knees and used his hands to get me to spread my legs wider apart. I wasn't sure what to expect but soon felt him separate the cheeks of my ass and then felt his tongue stat licking around my asshole.

I was in heaven there with my cock buried in a hot mouth and someone rimming me at the same time. I saw that some of the spectators were jerkin off either with someone else or alone and I groaned when I felt the tongue at my ass push through into me. My cock was hard as a rock by then and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. As the sensations ran through me I started gasping someone else cane into the room and standing right beside me stroked his cock with one hand while pinching one of my nipples with the other. That was all it took I began to spurt my load into the mouth of my cocksucker and the guy at my ass pulled back and pushed a finger into my ass. The guy beside me started cumming and shot his load on the side of my thigh as I finished my own orgasm and then pulled my cock out of the mouth in front of me. Just then I felt the guy behind me shoot his load onto my calf as he had been stroking himself while eating and then fingering my ass.

As I regained my breath and composure I saw that now the place had turned into quite an orgy. Guys were paired off in all corners of the room and outside it sucking or stroking each other. The man who had blown me got up and I saw he had an erection. I dropped to my knees in front of him to suck him but he moved behind me and pressed on my shoulders urging me to bend over. I complied and felt him feel around my ass for a second then bury a finger in me. Someone, I don't know who squirted a glob of lube in the crack of my ass and the man behind me rubbed it around and then pushed 2 fingers into me as I groaned. In another minute as my ass relaxed I felt him pull out and then felt the pressure on my anus as he pushed his cock against my rectum. With a groan I felt my ass open to him and was filled with his cock sliding into me. 

As he started slowly fucking me from behind he put his hands on my hips and as we were there he started going at me doggie style. Several men gathered around and one sat on the mattress in front of me presenting his cock to my mouth. I started sucking him as I was being fucked and also felt the first of what became a few men come on my back from jerking off. Neither of the men using me front and back lasted long. The one in my mouth started coming first and spurted a huge load of cum into me some of which dripped out the corner of my mouth while I swallowed the rest. Just then my fucker rammed into me as far as he could and I felt his cock twitching in my ass as he shot a load into me from behind. Another went to take his place but I waved him away and somewhat unsteadily got to my feet.

I went back to the shower room and cleaned up and then to the room I had rented and getting dressed left and drove home with a sore ass to remind me of the memories for a few days.



Club Tub Fun



Even when I don't feel like working out, I'll go to my health club just to see Kara. She may be half my age, and she is always a little flirtatious, so I never took the small winks and grins we shared for anything more than plain fun.

One night a few weeks ago, I had finished a workout and decided to enjoy the Jacuzzi before going home.

I settled into the tub in a pair of shorts, eyes closed as the jets pulsed. My fingers draped over the rim of the tub, slowly unclenching as I relaxed. Slowly I drifted away, smiling as the tension ebbed.

"Oh, I didn't think anyone was still here..." I opened my eyes to see Kara standing at the edge of the tub, holding a stack of folded towels.

"Hey cutie, how are you?" I asked as I looked her over.

It was hard not to look her over, Kara must have been about 23. She packed a slight pudginess into her 5-feet, five-inch frame. I think she weighed about 130, and usually wore tight black jeans and sweaters around the health club.

Her breasts seemed a b-cup, maybe a c and jutted out nicely without being overwhelming. Her face was rounded, her brown curly hair fell just below her shoulders. She just had a body that looked like it would fit well in someone's hands.

"Well, the club is actually closed now," she said.

"Oops, I guess time just got away from me," I said, beginning to get up. That was when I noticed Kara had changed into sweat clothes, not her usual attire. "Were you planning on soaking in the tub?"

"Ummm, yeah. It's one of the big perks I get working here."

"Well, I guess I better split – you need your 'you' time," I said.

"Well, maybe I could use some company," Kara said, as she reached out and rubbed the back of my hand.

"I don't want to get you in any trouble," I said as I felt my cock beginning to rise.

"It's OK, no one else is here – just us. Sometimes I get lonely."

"Well, anything I can do to help," I said as Kara set the towels on a shelf behind her. She turned around to me as she unzipped her top. Above a firm stomach I just wanted to lean forward and kiss, she wore a halter-style top.

I was just beginning to enjoy the sight of her barely contained breasts when she turned away and pulled down the sweat pants to reveal full bikini bottoms that cupped her firm bubble butt.

Kara turned back to me. "Ta-da," she said with a laugh and put her hands on her hips.

Her glance shifted down as I stood to help her into the tub. There was no way to hide my growing erection. I'm no porn star, but no one has ever told me they didn't feel me inside them, and now my seven inches was rising to attention as I held Kara's hand.

"Wow," said Kara, "the water must be nice."

"It is getting hotter," I said, pulling her closer and caressing her stomach with the back of my hand.

The first kiss was tentative, but her puffed lips pulled me as our tongues slipped out and met. We sat down in the tub side by side, and continued to kiss and giggle with only our heads above the water.

With one motion, Kara shifted from beside me to straddling my lap as she pushed my hands back behind me. Our fingers locked as we French-kissed and she ground her hips into my crotch.

Kara began writhing up and down, over my stiff shaft as the tips of our tongues met. I broke loose from our finger grip and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the fabric.

Using my thumbs, I brushed her nipples back and forth, drawing them to fullness as she moaned into my mouth. I peeled down the top, exposing her to me as I leaned forward. Breaking our kiss, I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her breasts to my mouth.

Her aureoles were dime-sized, but her nipples jutted about a quarter inch to my tongue. I sucked, I licked, I even bit them lightly as Kara threw her head back and continued to rock back and forth over my cock.

I slid my hands under the water, holding her full, taut ass as I circled her nipples with my tongue. Finally I laid back, looking at her above me.

"Your pussy needs eating," I said.

"I was thinking the same thing," Kara said. She stood up and moved backwards, leaning against the rim of the tub, legs spread.

I practically leapt forward, covering her inner thighs with kisses as she pressed her hand into my hair. I teased her skin, flicking my tongue over it as she panted, exploring her navel as I ran my index finger over her bikini bottoms.

Then I kissed her bikini before parting it to reveal swollen brownish labia with a landing strip of trimmed bush above it. I dabbed at her with my tongue, moving in and back, up and down.

Kara was cooing and bucking lightly now, both hands pushing the back of my head to her pussy. Her musk was strong despite the soak in the tub, and I slid my tongue inside her lips to draw out her juices.

"Mmmyeahmmmmmohhhhhyesyesssyessssss," moaned Kara. I held her hips tight to the edge of the tub as she quivered. As I probed for her clit, I slipped a finger inside her tight wet pussy, pushing in and out.

"Ahhhhooooohhhhhhhgoddddddddyessssssssss," she cried as I slipped another finger inside her and tickled her clit with my tongue. Suddenly she pitched forward, ramming my head to her hips as her pussy let go. It seemed like she wanted to suffocate me as she came, my chin was coated with her juices and she thrust herself against my tongue as she spasmed.

Over the edge she went into multiple orgasms, splashing water over the rim of the tub as she thrashed and bucked. Finally she slowed down, I pulled back and looked up at her with a smile.

"Was it good?" I asked.

Kara slumped down in the tub across from me, smiling as her breath returned to normal.

"Do you do that for all the women you know?"

"Maybe you just bring out the best in me," I said. "Glad you like it, though."

Kara slid forward in the tub, pressing herself over me as she reached for my cock.

"Know what else I like?"

"What's that?"

"Cum," said Kara, "lots of cum."

"I think I can supply that," I said, feeling her fingers clutch at my rod through my shorts.

"My God, how hard are you?" asked Kara.

As she settled back on her knees, I stood up. I settled back on the rim of the tub as she ran her palms up my thighs.

"I think Mr. Winky is ready to come out and play," she said, tugging at my shorts. She pulled them to my knees, I gasped as the head of my cock brushed her cheek. I reached down and pushed the shorts to my ankles before picking them up and tossing them to the floor.

Kara pushed me back against the edge of the tub again and started stroking my cock. Holding it by the head with her fingers, she licked her way up the underside, stopping to tease the spot just below the crown.

All the while, our eyes met, and she maintained her gaze as she sucked the head into her soft mouth. She bobbed lightly, sucking while extending her tongue down the shaft again.

I moaned, my hips pulled to her, as when she pulled back, smiled and stroked my cock, it was all I could do not to cum right there.

"Lots of cum," repeated Kara, then kissed the head of my cock. She caressed my balls with her fingertips as she licked the head like an ice cream cone, then suddenly took my cock into her mouth.

She was three quarters of the way down the shaft in a flash, it felt like she was trying to drain me of all the cum I could ever produce. She tugged at the base of my cock as she sucked, her hand moving along my rod just behind her lips.

"OhhhhhhhhhmygodKara," I heard myself say as the first stream of cum surged through me.

I spurted as she was on the downstroke, with only a fingerwidth of my cock not in her mouth. One shot became another rapidly, it felt like my cock had melted on her tongue.

By the third shot, she pulled back, jerking me so I splattered on her cheek and chin. The fourth shot hit her collarbone as she aimed me at her breasts while rising from the water. All the while I was shouting, my head thrown back.

I looked down to see the last of my cum dribble over her fingers before Kara tongued my cock clean. She gave it one last kiss and let go, smiling up at me.

"I hope that was enough, I don't know how much more I have," I said.

"It's a start," she said. "We still have time unless you need to go."