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A Night at the Club

By: Beachguy



The night we were anticipating for so long had finally arrived. There was nervous anticipation and arousal as we began to get ready. My wife took a long bath, shaving her legs and trimming her pussy just keeping a little patch of hair above. During the preparation, we would occasionally embrace; our breathing was already getting heavy, my cock stiffening and her pussy moistening.

My wife Diane and I have a great marriage. We have always been faithful to one another and sex is really good. I only wish Diane would be more adventurous and less inhibited at times, but tonight should be an exception. Diane has dark brown (almost black) hair, is 5’4”, about 130 lbs. I’d say she has a good body, about what you would expect for a 38 year old woman. She has thick firm legs and ass. And, my favorite part, a great pussy. Her pussy lips are large with a large opening, she gets incredibly wet and tastes and smells great. I always get so horny just thinking about her. She rarely comes during intercourse, but will hold me inside her while she (or I) rubs her to orgasm. I love to grab her ass as she comes, because when she comes really hard, her juices will literally run down her ass and over my hands, what a turn on! I think she could squirt if we worked on it. (We both love wet sloppy sex with lots of cum).

We finish getting ready. Diane is wearing her best lingerie, a black corset, matching garter, dark stockings and a silk pair of panties with string around the hips. I always get instantly aroused seeing her dressed like this, she looks hot. She thinks she is getting too old and is not attractive, but I know any man who sees her dressed like this on her back ready to fuck would want her in a heartbeat. She puts on a white blouse and short black skirt. We leave for the club.

Upon arriving at the club, we go to the locker room and begin to strip. Diane, of course keeps on her lingerie. I am to strip completely naked. We have never striped in front of others like this. I have a nervous embarrassment when my cock begins to stiffen. The arrangement is we are going to watch, maybe fuck ourselves, but in remaining faithful, we both agreed neither of us will have any contact or sex with others. We walk out into the club, not carrying anything. Completely exposed and nowhere to hide.

The club is warm with dim lighting. The first large room is floored with wall to wall mattresses covered in white sheets. A porno is playing on the big screen and there are about 15 couples in various states of sexual arousal and acts. You can hear muffled moans and occasionally the sound of someone getting loud, working their way to orgasm.

We walk into the next room. Smaller, with different areas, each highlighted with a warm spotlight or heat lamp. In the first, a well built blond woman is laying on the floor. Her hands shackled to the wall above her head and legs held up and spread apart by padded rings beneath her knees attached to ropes. Her body shines with oil. A man is fucking her and we arrive in time to see him tense in orgasm and cum deep inside her. There are three attendants on hand. Older women. The man pulls out, we can see the cum running down the woman’s ass. There is a large wet spot on the mattress under her ass. So wet is glistens in the spotlight. An attendant cleans her up with a warm wet cloth and applies more lubricant to get her ready for the next in line. The other attendant wipes the sweat from her brow. 

Waiting their turn is a young couple. The girl is kneeling in front of him sucking his cock while the third attendant is massaging his balls and ass getting him hard and ready to fuck. The girl leads him over to the woman. His swollen, red cock speaks of their preparation. She slowly guides his cock into the blond, gently coaxing him with one hand at the base of his cock and cupping his balls as her other hand holds his ass. It doesn’t take long before he begins to move on his own. His girlfriend is watching the blond for her reaction and feeling the fuck taking place. Soon the boyfriend begins humping in earnest, uncontrollable spasms rip through him and he groans loudly as he comes. He pulls out and the girlfriend takes him in her mouth with a look of self satisfaction.

The blond is hot now. The attendant reached to clean the fresh cum oozing out of her, but she pushes her away and begs the next man in line to fuck her. “ahhh god give me another cock ooohhhh fuck, please don’t stop.”

The next man is very well endowed, he forcefully pushes her legs apart and rubs the head of his huge cock over her wide open pussy and plunges all the way in in one stroke. The blond throws her head back “aahhh fuck, yesss god your ripping me open, fuck me hard.” She cries out so loud as to silence the rest of the club. Their fucking is intense and loud. The blond is ripped by a powerful orgasm. Both are out of breath, sweat is running off both of them in their fury. The blond is in a continuous orgasm at this point completely out of control. The man is ready to come and pulls out, grabbing the blond by the hair and forcing his cock into her mouth as he explodes in orgasm. The blond is eagerly swallowing, but the cum is still running down her chin and onto her chest. As the man leaves, the attendants begin to clean the blond for the next in line….

I am standing, holding Diane from behind, my hard cock rubbing against her silk panty-clad ass. We are amazed at this well orchestrated gang-bang.

Diana reaches back to squeeze my cock. “I bet you’d love to fuck that blond, wouldn’t you?”

“Would you even let me?” Knowing I’m not horny for the blond per se, but turned on by the performance of the young couple and wishing Diane would do that to me- getting me ready and helping me fuck another woman.

“Of course not.” She says, “I can’t believe someone would let just anybody, total strangers, fuck them.”

I reach my hand into her panties and play with her wet slit. “Are you sure you don’t need a line of hard men?” She says nothing; I feel her knees buckle slightly as she leans back breathing heavily.

Our attention is drawn to the other side of the room. We compose ourselves and walk over to watch. A slender woman is in the spotlight completely naked, her hands tied up above her head. Her toes are just barely touching the floor, allowing her just enough to lift herself slightly. She has soft white skin. She is drenched with sweat, her long brown hair matted to her head and back. Her eyes are red and swollen as tears run down her face. She has been gagged, but no blind fold. Her soft slender ass is bright red. Her pussy is completely shaved and very swollen, dripping her juices down her thighs. The woman certainly doesn’t look like the type to be into BDSM, but hey, we all have our kinks, don’t we? The mistress controlling the scene is back by her table figuring out what needs to be done next. 

There are two women sitting on the floor watching, playing with each other, teasing the woman. Are they part of the act? Do they know the woman? One of them pulls her fingers out of her friend and licks them while looking directly at the bound woman. I can see the anguish of the woman and the look of desperation. It’s obvious, she has been bound and tortured like this for quite a while. 

Mistress returns and rubs a hand full of lubricant on the woman’s ass. She moans loudly and bucks her hips as mistress inserts a finger. I can tell the woman desperately needs to come. Mistress has her under her control. Mistress walks in front of the woman with an evil look and holds up a large butt plug for the woman to see. Her eyes widen with fear, almost panic, shaking her head no. The two women watching get excited with anticipation. Mistress walks behind and places the butt-plug to her ass with the base on the palm of her hand and forcefully jams it into the woman in one quick stroke. The woman screams into the gag. Her body contorts from the searing pain. Tears run down her face. The two women in front point and begin to laugh in amusement. After the woman calms down, mistress begins to talk to her in a reassuring voice. I can’t hear what she says. She begins to massage the woman’s belly, ass and thighs. As she works her hands up to the woman’s cunt, the woman begins to buck her hips. The look in her eyes says “please rub me, make me come”. She looks weak now, not able to continue this much longer. Mistress asks “Do you like the full feeling in your ass?” “Are you enjoying this?” The woman doesn’t know how to answer. She timidly nods yes. Mistress becomes angry. Apparently there are no right answers. Mistress picks up a paddle and hits the woman on the ass with incredible force. The woman screams again and falls limp on the rope. 

Mistress is truly disgusted now. “You worthless slut, I’m done with you.” She removes the gag and cuts her free. The woman falls to the floor, her free hands grab for her cunt and she begins to masturbate furiously, writhing around on the floor in total self abandon. She comes hard, her body convulses uncontrollably. One orgasm is not enough as she keeps going, completely unaware of anything around her. Her ass is clenching and working the butt-plug forcing another wrenching orgasm. My cock is twitching, I know exactly what she is feeling from the intense masturbation sessions I have had from the butt-plug in our toy box at home. The two woman are looking at this scene with disgust, as this woman pathetically masturbates herself. I’m not into S&M, but how grand I think, for someone to know their body so well and what it takes to drive yourself completely over the edge into uncontrollable pleasure.

Diana and I are now getting desperate for release ourselves. We walk back to the padded room and begin to go at each other. My cock is so hard and rubbing against her silk panties as our tongues go deep into each others mouth. I feel her stockings against my legs and I grip her cunt. The crotch of her panties are soaked and she is moaning and breathing heavily. I’m feeling uncontrollable urges. I think about fucking Diane, but I need something more. I see another couple on the floor next to us. The woman is naked except for a white thong. She is about our age, large but not fat. Maybe what they call “a few extra pounds”. The thong is not quite big enough to cover her ample cunt. Her man is working her into a frenzy rubbing her pussy through the thong. It won’t be long until they fuck. I don’t know why I’m lusting for this woman. My cock is in desperate need of release. My head is spinning- am I about to lose control? I think it is my lust for a new woman to fuck. The feel of an unfamiliar body, the wetness and smell of a different pussy. I almost can’t contain this urge to get myself off on this woman. Fuck her or just lie down and masturbate with her wet thong, smelling her sex. 

Diane is beginning to lose control too. Close by, a woman begins to scream as a well hung guy brings her to multiple orgasms- a crowd gathers to watch. There are two other well hung guys at her side. The scene is too much. Diane begins to come on my hand through her panties, I can feel her juices drenching may hand and running down her thighs. Her legs buckle and she falls to the floor “Oh god, please somebody fuck me now, hurry please!!!” 

Somebody? We were to be faithful, has she lost control? I kneel down next to her and kiss her deeply and massage her breasts ignorant of her urgency for a hard cock. She breaks our kiss and focuses between her legs. “Oh god, oh, god, I can’t stop, I need it now, please fuck me!” she yells as one of the well hung studs is removing her panties. She ignores me and frantically pulls the guy into her, his huge cock sliding into my wife’s wet cunt. “ohhh yesss, please please, fuck me hard!!!” she is out of control, willing to do anything to come. I am sitting by myself holding her wet panties to my face smelling her as this guy’s cock slides deep within her, making her scream. His huge cock makes her look small. She comes really hard with the first couple strokes. I see a large wet spot form on the sheet as Diane’s orgasm drains from her body. I feel so helpless, jealous and horny at once. I know exactly what they are both feeling. 

Diane is out of control “fuck me hard, please come inside me- flood me with your hot come ohhh fuck yesss ohhh yesss!” The guy stiffens and screams as his orgasm hits, pumping shot after shot of come deep into my wife. She spreads her legs wide and pulls him deeper into her. This sets her off in another orgasm. Her legs spread wide and sexy still in her garter and stockings. My head spins, I inhale her panties as my cock explodes in my own gut-wrenching orgasm without even being touched.

The second guy enters and begins fucking her, she is an animal in heat. Nothing turns me on more than to see her come hard- the way her face crunches up and stomach tightens and her come flows out of her. It’s too much and I reach for my cock slick with my own cum, I stroke it furiously. I’m now out of control like the woman I envied earlier. I lose all my senses, its just one continuous orgasm as my cock keeps shooting. I hear my wife screaming in pleasure and pain from the huge cock in the background. God I love her so much, I want this guy to pound her senseless and he does. Finally he moans loudly sending another load into my wife. 

Finally it’s over. For the first time I notice the crowd as they move away. I’m covered in my own cum and the sheets are soaked all around me from my own orgasms. I crawl to Diane who is lying limp, and drained, breathing heavily as she recovers. Her cunt is gaping open, her thighs are soaked with come. Not a word is spoke, we kiss and whisper “I love you”.

A Night at the Club



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When we arrive at the club, my first task is my second least favorite one of the night. I go into the women's dressing room to remove all of my clothes. Even though I will spend the entire evening naked, this moment, where I first become naked, is when I feel the most exposed. I am not in subspace; I am not collared. I am just a naked woman with nothing between me and my insecurities. 

When I come out of the dressing room, you are waiting for me. You hand me my wrist and ankle cuffs and I buckle them on tightly. The leather always loosens slightly throughout the night so I have learned to buckle them tightly initially. The pressure from them is comforting and I relax into it ever so slightly.

I then come to stand before you with my head bowed and you collar me. The collar has a ring at the front for attaching my leash, and a dog tag with my name. I close my eyes and feel my insecurities diminish -- not because they are no longer there but because they no longer matter. What I think of myself when I am collared is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is you.

You turn and enter the club and I follow you closely. You see some friends in conversation and sit to join them. You gesture toward the floor but there is no need. I know where to go. I sit on the floor at your side, my legs folded under me, my head leaning against your thigh. You are chatting with our friends about mundane matters or recent toy purchases or sharing news. You absent-mindedly stroke my hair and I feel warm and content. Usually full of thoughts about home and work, my mind empties. I am silent, listening only for an indication that you want to include me in the conversation, which is rare. 

You send me to get you a drink, and I stand and make my way to the kitchen. I don't like walking around the club without you. As I am collared, most people know not to talk to me or touch me, unless they are a close friend. However, there are sometimes people who don't realize or choose to ignore such things, and having to negotiate those situations politely is challenging. But I am often the only naked person there and even those who are respectful are still looking at me. I am not an exhibitionist. Like a child or dumb animal who thinks if they can't see something it doesn't exist, I lower my eyes as I walk so I don't see them and somehow that makes me it possible for me to walk naked through a crowd of strangers to fetch your drink. 

I make my way back and sit back at your side; however, my feeling of relaxed contentment is gone. You realize this, of course, which is why you sent me for the drink in the first place. I am discomfited and I think you like me that way.

After you finish your drink you tell me to take the toys to the location in the club you have selected for our scene. Sometimes this is a peripheral area or corner but more often it is the large open space in the center of the club. I know I am going to get a beating when you choose the center of the club. You choose it so you will have enough room to swing.

I am highly aware of being in the center of the club, completely naked except for my collar and cuffs, as I begin the routine of setting up the toys for you. To ease my embarrassment, I focus intently on the task. I have no other thoughts except trying to anticipate your needs. I think you must hate fumbling around in the bag during a scene. I try to anticipate what sorts of things you will want available depending on the location. I leave small items like clamps, needles, and gags in the bag since I this is not the location for such intimate play. I lay out all the toys in a way that seems logical to me, handles facing you, neatly arranged. I have no idea what, if any, of these items you will use on me, but touching them all and anticipating their use creates butterflies in my stomach.

You watch this whole routine, laughing at my dedication to a task you actually don't give a shit about and in fact find quite pointless. But you let me finish and then approach. As you approach, you find me shaking slightly, especially my hands. You laugh at my nerves and beckon me toward the leaning wooden post structure in the middle of the room. It has wooden crossties studded with rings to which you can attach clips or slip rope. I stand in front of you, bowing my head. To my embarrassment, I can see people gathering around the play area and try desperately to pretend they aren't there. You gesture toward the pillar and I position myself facing it. Then, mercifully, you blindfold me. I sink into blackness and immediately all my other senses are heightened. I feel the chill of being in the open space and the feeling of the wood against my breasts. You do not bind me to the structure. You want me to stay there under by own will, holding on instead of being bound, letting you beat me without anything stopping me from walking away, except my desire to please you. Without being so bold as to turn my head, I tilt it slightly in different directions, like a dog, to try to hear where you are and what you are doing. I try to figure out what toy you are choosing so I can brace myself but I can't figure it out.

There is a moment of silence. Suddenly, I have no idea where you are, and I get a a little scared. What if you left? What if you traded places with someone else? What if I've completely misjudged the situation and something completely different is in store for me?

These thoughts are interrupted by a zinging sound. It lasts less than a second but long enough for me to realize before the strike that it is one of the toys that is most difficult for me. The cane strikes my ass and I feel a sharp, searing pain that momentarily brings tears to my eyes. There is no way for my body to swallow this pain -- it is too sharp and too focused. I don't have any more time to think about it before hearing it again as you lay another strip along side the first. There is no counting, no ritual. You just lay into my ass with the cane over and over again. I grip the wood tightly with my hands. You concentrate on the curve of my ass where is meets my thigh -- this area is particularly sensitive and I clench my teeth. You strike harder and harder. The stripes now overlay each other, crisscrossing all over my ass. My ass is on fire. At one point, you approach me and run a finger along a particularly vicious stripe. I am not sure, but I think you are wiping away a stripe of blood. Small amounts of blood are not forbidden at this club, but significant bleeding will cause someone to stop the scene so I think you are assessing the situation. Satisfied that I am not bleeding enough to cause any consternation among the dungeon monitors, you continue with several more vicious stripes and then it stops. My head is bowed, my breathing is hard and fast. My hands relax their grip. The cane touches my lips for me to kiss. It is the only toy you make me kiss, and only because I hate the damn thing so much. 

You go on beating me for a long time. Time has lost its meaning. You flog my back and ass until every inch of it is on fire. The impact of the flogger is so heavy it would knock me over but instead it just presses me against the wooden posts as the tails slam against my skin over and over again. You hit me as hard as you can with the flogger until your arm tires. I am panting through an open mouth. The flogging stops. I gather myself, trying to slow my breathing and reposition myself. Then I hear you right next to me, whispering in my ear. "Good girl," you say. You reach one hand around and put it over my mouth. With the other you start at the nape of my neck and rake your fingernails down my back as I scream into your hand. My skin parts where your nails leave bloody trails. You laugh a little, release my mouth, and push me back against the post. "Not done with you quite yet, girl."

I am shaking now, sweat stinging the scratches on my back and the stripes on my ass. 

And then I hear it. If you have never seen or heard a sjambok, it is a south African weapon that is made of rhinocerous hide or, if mass produced -- as it was for riot control purposes, of dense rubber. It is heavy and makes a distinctive warbling noise as it is shaken in the air. I know this noise. I know this toy. We have not used it often as once it is used the scene ends. My legs begin to shake and I am grab tightly to the wood. I hear you laugh softly.

When the sjambok strikes, my world explodes. My lungs empty of air. I cannot make a sound. I am frozen in time, stilled by the pain. I am barely able to support my weight, hanging on the wooden supports. The pain is not fast and sharp, like the cane. It is not diffuse like the flogger. It is enduring. It travels through me at a slow pace, not dissipating for... I have no idea of long. But when it finally dissipates enough for me to regain awareness, I take a deep breath and push myself back on my feet so I am standing again. Then I gather myself and lift my arms back up to grip the cross piece again. This is your signal that I am ready to be struck again and you take advantage of the opportunity. 

You strike me the sjambok many times but I lose count. I am lost to the world and to myself. My mind is empty except for the pain and trying to remain standing. All the strikes merge together and I am like a sponge for the pain. I absorb it and let it fill me.

It takes several minutes for me to be aware that the beating has ended. You come up behind me and examine your handiwork. The architecture of my skin is deformed -- now swollen and bruised, blood streaks have dried. "It's over," you say, "good job." You remove the blindfold but I am reluctant to open my eyes and rejoin the world. When I finally do, I desperately try to avoid looking at the faces of the onlookers still gathered around us.

I turn and sink to my knees in front of you. I lower my face to the floor and slide forward until I reach your feet. I lift my head and look at you for permission, which you grant with a nod. I press my lips against each boot, careful to not leave a mark, and then slide back until I am kneeling in front of you. 

I have not spoken in so long I am not sure I can, but I clear my throat, look up at you, and say, "Thank you."

You lift an eyebrow, smile, and shrug slightly. "You're welcome. Now clean up this mess." You toss the sjambok on the pile of used toys, turn, and walk back to your seat. This is our version of aftercare. I once again focus on the tasks of cleaning the toys, returning them to the bag, and wiping down the furniture for someone else to use. 

The rest of the night passes in a wonderful blur of deep, aching pain, a constant reminder of my submission. When, at the end of the night, the cuffs come off, my wrists and ankles feel empty and small, and when the collar comes off, I feel slightly adrift. I get dressed in the dressing room -- my clothes itchy and uncomfortable on my bruises, scratches, and stripes. Finally, my least favorite part of the night has come -- it is time to leave.



A Night at the Club



I see you enter a large dimly lit room with a single light focused on a pole in the middle of the room. The pole is elevated on large 6 sided carpeted platform approx. 10 feet in size. There are a dozen people in the room on two couches along the wall. A few people are watching and I am sitting on a couch beside a woman in a short burgundy dress, though we are on opposite sides. I am watching you though I am not sure you can't see me. 

You step up on the platform, wearing your stunning strapless black dress and thigh high stockings. You walk slowly on the right side of the pole while holding it with left hand as you slide your right hand across your ample breasts. You walk around the pole twice, slowly and seductively. 

I see you stop and close your eyes as your right hand slides down your body, first sliding your fingers between your breasts and then down the center of your body along your tight dress. Once you reached the hem, your hand pauses. I wonder what you are going to do. You then side it up under the dress along the inside of your right thigh as you slightly spread your legs. Though not visible, from the expression now on your face, it appears you are pleasuring yourself. 

I recalled from when we arrived that you mentioned you had removed your panties with a mysterious smile. You continued to act mysteriously when you told me to sit on the couch and stay until you returned. So now I realized you were planning a show and you didn't wanted any thing impeding your adventure tonight.

You stand still and your hand appears to be moving faster and I watch as your head moves back slightly in ecstasy. The motion of your hand has moved your dress up slightly, though the chance to see your pussy remains elusive. I suspect you feel their eyes on you but this show is just as much for you as for us. I can tell you feel self assured, exploring your body for our enjoyment. Your confidence gives the performance an intensity that makes it impossible to look away. 

Then out of the shadows a man appears. He steps up on the platform and comes up behind you but you don't seem aware. His hands come and rest on your waist. You pause for a second but then resume pleasuring yourself. I can't tell if you were expecting him or just enjoying the company. His hands slide up your waist and then cups your large breasts, moving his hands slowly as if to caress every inch of them. I notice others are watching now. An eagerness fills the room, the hope that we can share in your adventure. 

You lift your right arm over your head, the left hand still clutching the pole. Your breathing increases and your head goes back further. Your breasts lift slightly, full and supple. Through the fabric, I can see your nipples have hardened. The man's hands slide over the top of the dress and in a single motion, pulls it down, expose your taut breasts. A small gasp comes from a few in the crowd at the sight of such amazing breasts. You slightly arch your back, bringing your breasts into better view. I can tell that you are enjoying this, their lustful stares taking in your body, longing to see more. 

He cups your now exposed breasts and plays with your hard nipples while kissing your neck. Your expression is pure ecstasy. You drop your arms, your right hand returns to your pussy and playing with your clit. Your left arm slides behind you and I can't see what is happening. The man stops kissing you for a second and groans. Your arm is moving slowly. I assume you have found his dick and stoking it through the fabric of his pants. 

I notice a woman beside me has slid her own dress up, pleasuring herself to the sight of you. But even that sight doesn't compare to you. 

He releases your breasts and moves his hands toward your waist and I noticed your legs part in anticipation. He pulls both sides of the dress up, exposing first the top of your thigh high stockings and then your spectacular pussy for all in the room to see. You continue playing with your clit, either unaware that we could see what you were doing or turned on by the fact that you were allowing us to watch you being sexually explored. You never told me how far you were willing to go. I suspected I would know soon. 

You move your hand aside and he slides his right hand between your legs, putting two fingers into you. You gasp as his fingers slide effortlessly in and out of your wet pussy. 

The woman beside me groans as she cums, her eyes locked on you and your partner. I free my dick from my pants and begin to stroke it slowly. I wonder with both dismay and intense excitement if you are about to share a complete sexual adventure in front of all of us. 

I sense your excitement as well. You are the star of this performance, the object of the audience's desire. I'm sure most of the crowd was wanting to see you get your clothes ripped off, bent over and hearing you groan in sexual satisfaction while being fucked hard. 

I watch as you arch your back, I know you are almost there. His pace quickens and his left hand cups your left breast gently squeezing it. I hear your groaning increasing in volume and intensity. I stroke my dick harder, precum forming at the tip.

Then I see you cum and hear you moan in satisfaction. I watch as your head drops forward in release as the orgasm begins to subside. 

You look up and a slight smile appears. You turn and face the man. Then you drop to your knees and pull his pants down. His hard dick comes into view. You stroke it a few times as he groans. Then suddenly you take the entire length into your mouth. He groans as you expertly suck him. I remember the tongue stud you have and think of how you are using it to make him feel things he never dreamed any woman could do. You work him for a few minutes and I see his face tighten. I know that sensation, the desire not to cum in your mouth when all you want is to be inside that pussy. 

You stop, as if you knew his desire. You slowly let his dick slide from your mouth and picked up a condom. You then put it over his throbbing dick. I watched you stood up and turned your back to him as you pulled the dress up and over your amazing ass. You then slowly leaned over grabbing the pole with both hands. Everyone in the room goes quiet as you position your stunning body for the sexual act. You looked back at him, ready and eager to be penetrated.

I wanted you to stop and yet this powerful desire to witness your coupling was taking over. 

He looked hungrily at your wet pussy, now accessible. He grabbed his dick and positioned it in front of your pussy, brushing his tip against the entrance to tease you for a moment. You softly moaned as he slid his dick along the opening, almost entering you and then pulling back. 

He then thrust his hips and penetrated you deeply and easily. You lifted your head and gasped as his dick filled you. I noticed the woman beside me has cum again, aroused by your coupling. 

The intensity of my strokes on my dick increased as I watched you, your supple breasts moved with each thrust and his hands, locked on your waist, held you in place as he vigorously fucked you. His dick was visible, gliding in and out of your pussy, glistening with your juices. Your moans of pleasure make the experience more powerful than anything I had ever seen before. 

You release the pole with your right hand and moved it to your clit. You played with your clit as he continued to thrust into you and then after a minute, your moans changed to a groan of pleasure as you cum. He groaned as your pussy contracted and forced him to orgasm, completely draining him of cum. 

Your groan of pleasure caused me to cum as well, and as I finished I noticed you were now watching me, a playful smile on your face. 

Everyone in the room knew that what they saw was going to be a memory that would provide hours of personal enjoyment. The image of your amazing body being fucked was something that no one would ever forget. I know if you ever decided to come back again, everyone in the room would dream of having the chance to experience being with you.



A Night At The Club



It was a Friday night in mid June and some friends and I decided we should hit a rave. It was a beautiful night; we first went for dinner in a small intimate restaurant. After some fantastic food and much wine we started to head off to the party. 

Since most raves don't get started until well after midnight we took our time. Heading back to our apartments to put on our favourite clothes and check our makeup and hair. We also decided to drop some ecstasy and smoke some pot before the show.

By the time we hit the show my head was starting to swim. I could feel the music wrap around me like a warm quilt on a cool winter night. I immediately got out on to the dance floor, closed my eyes and started to move as the music commanded me.

I have no idea how long I was out there when I first felt the hands. I call them the hands, and see them in my minds eye as just that, disembodied hands, as if they belonged to some type of spirit.

They first landed on my hips; facing forwards like the body that owned them was behind me. They were moving with me in perfect sync; I wasn't following them nor telling them where to go.

I didn't reach down to touch them because I was wondering if they were real. With my mind in the state it was in they could have been imagined. What I did do was raise my hands above my head allowing the hands to freely move up the sides of my body.

They complied with my mental wishes and slowly moved up from my hips to the sides of my breasts.

The feeling of these hands starting to explore my body as I danced and felt the music pulse through me started to fill me with electricity. I wanted the hands to continue and by this point I had completely forgotten I was in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by people who could have been watching the whole routine. I was floating in space, with the cosmic vibrations flowing freely through me, and now there were hands of an angel exploring my body in a way that had never been done before.

The hands moved to the top of my breasts and I could feel my nipples starting to stiffen up, hoping and waiting that the hands moved south in their exploration. My wishes was quickly granted and the hands slowly passed over my breasts, with fingers spread slightly open allowing my nipples to run between them as the hands passed down my chest. 

This made my knees a bit weak and my head get a bit light. My nipples were on fire and I was beginning to wish that my clothes could suddenly disappear. They felt very constraining.

The hands were now just below my breasts. I didn't know if I wanted the hands to rub my breasts more or continue on their southerly path and do some more exploring. 

The hands decided on their own to continue their exploration of my chest. They began to do figure eights across my breasts. Every time they passed over my nipples I would press myself against them. The hands were small and pressed on me with the lightest yet most determined of ways. Nothing like the way I was handled back in high school.

My head was getting lighter as I started to feel a heat and dampness form between my legs. I could stand it any more and I wanted those hands down there, between my legs.

Once again the hands read my mind and moved their way teasingly slow down my stomach to the top of my pants.

I started to gyrate my hips in a very circular motion, trying to invite the hands lower. Instead of the hands moving on top of my pants they took a very bold step and immediately dove under my belt and into my pants, resting on the top of my pussy above my panties, which by now were soaking wet.

The fingertips were so soft, and the nails were just a bit long, so that when the hands used their tips all you could feel were the nails. The right hand began to move down and cup my pussy will the left hand rubbed my lower abdomen.

I pushed down on the right hand and it began to rub my pussy through my panties. 

My eyes had been closed the whole time and by now I was seeing fireworks. The combination of the drugs, music, the hands, and the vibe of the evening were starting to be too much to handle.

That was when the body materialized behind me. My butt was all of a sudden pressed up against soft thighs and a hard stomach. My back was greeted by two small and perky breasts, with nipples as hard as wood. I could actually feel them pressing against my back, and that would have been through at least two layers of clothing.

I'm sure at this point I began to moan out loud, as the right hand pushed my panties aside and started to explore between my lips. I could feel my juice running down the inside of my thigh. The fingers on the right hand then moved up to my clit and started to focus their attention there.

My legs were shaking and I didn't know how I was going to be able to stand up. I had stopped dancing and had reached behind me, finding a small and tight ass of the body that was almost holding me up. The left hand had moved back up to my breasts and was tracing circles around my nipples, every now and then giving them a pinch or a twist.

Though I had lost all sense of time by now I'm sure it only took me about thirty seconds before wave after wave after glorious wave of pure physical bliss crashed through my body.

The hands and the body behind me held me tight as I shook under their power. After the orgasm subsided I felt weak and lightheaded. I could barely stand and all of a sudden remembered that I was still in a club. 

I could hear the music again, and smell the sweat of the dancers around me. I had my eyes closed the whole time and had drifted into quite the trance. As I was realizing where I was and what was going on the body behind me disappeared, and right after that so did the hands.

I was back in the middle of a rave, trying to catch my breath, stay on my feet and not pass out. I opened my eyes and was in the middle of a sea of sweaty people dancing to the music being pumped out by the DJ. I looked around but saw no one looking at me. I pushed my way out of the crowd and found my way to the washroom. I entered a stall and sat down to catch my breath.

I was still really turned on and my return to reality didn't stop the fire that was still burning between my legs. I reached down and masturbated right there in the stall, bringing myself to another fantastic orgasm in record speed.

After my second cum and a few more minutes to really catch my breath I wandered back out onto the dance floor. I found my friends and we danced until the sun came up.



A Night at the Club



I walked into the noisy, smoked filled club, my eyes squinting to adjust to the light. I found a table, and sat, the waitress immediately coming over to me. She took my drink order, and I looked around. There weren’t many people here yet, but I noticed a handsome man sitting at a corner table. I smiled and nodded when he smiled at me. The waitress came back with my drink, and I sipped it lazily, watching people come into the club. 

I had a few more drinks before getting out on the dance floor. A few men came up to me, but I ignored them, that was until the man at the corner table came up to me. He smiled down, not speaking, there was no use anyway, I wouldn’t have been able to hear him over the music. We danced for two songs, and I felt invigorated to feel his body pressing tightly against mine. 

We stepped off the dance floor and he came to my table with me, once seated he spoke. 

“Hi, I’m Theron.”

“Hello, Theron, I’m Jessi.” 

I giggled as he shook my hand, and he smiled sweetly back at me. He ordered us drinks, and I thanked him. We sat for awhile talking about nothing really, just usual small talk when meeting someone at a bar. 

After a while he asked if I wanted to dance again, and feeling the effects from the alcohol I said yes. I needed to get up, and to move lest I get too drunk. When we got on the dance floor this time, he moved behind me, and I naturally moved my ass into his crotch, moving it around, to the beat of the music. He did nothing, which I thought was odd, but kept dancing just the way I was. 

When we got back to the table, I sat, a little further away from him, I thought maybe he was married or something, since he had no reaction to me, and I didn’t want to cross boundaries. He tilted his head and looked at me.

“Why so far away Jessi?” 

I shook my head, and gave him a slight smile.

“Thought maybe you weren’t interested.” 

He moved closer, and gave a big smile as his hand came down on my leg. He squeezed it gently. 

“Oh no, I’m interested.” 

I put my head down coyly, and smiled. 

“Okay good.” 

He kept his hand were it was, and kept staring at me, making me blush and move my eyes away from him. He laughed, and moved his hand up just a little. 

“Are you shy, Jessi?”

“No, not at all.”

“Then why the blushing?”

“I don’t know.” 

I was honest, I really didn’t know why I kept blushing, it usually wasn’t my style, but the intense way in which he looked at me, made me feel giggly. I felt his hand leaving my leg, and I quickly put mine on top of him. 

“No, no, don’t move. I like your hand there.” 

“Do you, really?”

“Yes, please don’t move it.”

“Can I do this?”

He moved his hand up, his fingers resting on the outside of my bare pussy lips. I blushed again, but this time from desire. I had no idea why I felt so strongly. My lust invaded my body, and I felt the strong urge to fuck him. 

“You most certainly can!”

“Hmmm….can I do this?”

He moved his lips to mine, and kissed me. I wanted badly to move my head, to kiss him hard, but held back as I felt his lips touch mine softly. I sighed as he pulled away. 

“Mmmm…yes you can, and you can do it again if you’d like.” 

He didn’t, he just smiled at me. He didn’t move his fingers either, and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel him part my lips and find my clit, that had already begun to throb. 

“Jeez, Jessi, you’re skin is getting quite hot!” 

I smiled and took a sip of my drink before speaking. 

“You’re doing that to me Theron.”

“How so?”

He gave a look of mock surprise, which made me laugh. I pointed down to his hand, and he opened his eyes wider. 

“Just having my hand on your leg?” 

I giggled again and nodded my head. 

“Yes, that and the thoughts running through my head on what that hand could be doing.” 

His look of surprise left and he smirked. 

“Like what Jessi?”

“Like rubbing my pussy Theron.”

“But Miss! We just met!” 

“I know that makes it all the more exciting!”

He shook his head, and then smiled at me. 

“You’re a bad girl.” 

“I’m good at it though.” 

“I bet you are.” 

He moved his hand across my pussy, and I gave a sigh as my body quivered. 

“Let’s dance again, Jessi.” 

I really didn’t want to, I wanted to stay here and keep getting the attention I was getting from him, but I nodded my head, and we both got up. He took his position once again behind me, but this time, he moved his hands to my waist, making my hips move with his, and I let out another sigh as I felt his hands move from my waist to my stomach, then up to my breasts. He grabbed them, kneaded them for a minute and then brought his hands back down. We stayed out there for only one song, before he brought me back to the table. He let his hand go back down to my leg again, and I moved myself to feel his hand go across my pussy. He shook his head and smiled at me. 

“What are you doing, Miss Jessi?” 

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. 

“Just trying to get comfortable, Mr. Theron.”

“Hmmmm…..I would have thought that you were trying to get me to finger your pussy.” 

“Oh no, not me!” 

I gave him a big smile, and he laughed. 

“I doubt that. Well, it’s about closing time, I should be heading out.”

I looked at him, my eyes wide. 

“No, you can’t leave, not yet!”

“Why not?”

“Because I have this dripping wet pussy that you caused.”

“And that concerns me how?”

“I’d like for you to fix it.” 

“How so?”

“Take me home. I’d like for you to take me home and fuck me.” 

“You move fast Jessi.”

“So do you Theron.”

He took my hand and placed it on his cock. 

“Feel that?”

“I do, and my you’re hard.”

I moved my hand around the bulge in his pants, and my eyes widened.

“And big too! Oh you gotta let me fuck that! Please!”

His finger moved, and I gasped as he flicked it across my clit. 

“Do you think you could handle it?”

I moaned as he flicked my clit again, and my hips thrust forward. 

“I could, I promise. Just please take me home, and let me fuck you! My pussy is so wet and needs a cock so bad! And my god!” 

I moved my palm across his cock again. 

“Yours is so fucking big! I have to have it! I just have to! Please take me home, and let me fuck you!” 

His finger moved down and slid into my pussy. I moaned louder, and my hand naturally grabbed his cock hard. 

“Do you think you could handle me?”

I licked my lips, not knowing what he truly meant. 

“Yes, I could handle anything you gave to me. Just, mmmm….god your finger feels so good, please take me home! I know I can fuck you so good!” 

His other hand came up and he pinched the nipple closest to him, causing another loud moan from me. 

“Shut up before you draw attention!”

I bit down on my lower lip and looked at him pleadingly. 

“Oh God, please take me home right now! If I don’t get your cock in my pussy, I don’t know what I’ll do!” 

He moved away from me, and got up. 

“C’mon lets go, I’m tired of hearing you beg.” 

I got up excitedly and left the club with him. I gave him directions to my house, and we were there in no time. I walked in with him and turned around. I had a smile on my face as I turned, but it was soon wiped off, when his hand came into my hair, and he yanked it down causing me to loose balance and fall to my knees on the floor. I gave a yelp mixed with pain and fear, and looked up at him confused. He smiled down at me. 

“Maybe next time when you go picking up men at a club, you make sure they’re going to give a shit about you.” 

I went to speak, but was silenced by his hand coming down on my cheek. I began to cry, I hadn’t expected this at all, he’d been sweet at the club.

“I haven’t told you to speak bitch! Now, look at me!” 

I looked up, blinking the tears from my eyes. 

“You will do everything I say to do! If not, there will be grave consequences! Do you understand?”

He nodded my head for me, pulling my hair hard as he did so.

“Good, now that’s settled.” 

He moved his hand to my throat, and picked me up by it, making me gasp as I was pulled to my feet. He threw me on the couch, and I sat choking, trying to catch my breath. He came to me, straddling my body. He grabbed my head again and pushed it into the crotch of his jeans. He moved me around while moving his hips. 

“Guess what you’re going to do now?”

I stuttered, and he looked down at me angrily, slapping one cheek then the other, drawing blood from both corners of my mouth. I cried out, and looked at him with fresh tears in my eyes.

“First off you’re going to answer quicker when I fucking speak to you!” 

He grabbed my throat again, and cut off all air flow. I felt my face getting red, and I struggled to breathe. He brought his face down close to mine. 

“If you want to fucking live, you’re going to answer my question!” 

He slapped me again before releasing my neck. I took in a big gulp of air, and groaned at the pain. He lifted his hand again, and I lifted mine to protect my face. 

“Suck your cock! I’m going to suck your cock first!” 

His hand came down and caught my ear, making a loud ringing sound go off in my head. 

“Right answer.”

“Then why’d you hit me?”

“Just for fun.” 

He took out his cock, and rubbed it across my lips.

“Open your fucking mouth!” 

I opened it, and choked as he shoved it down my throat. He kept it deep, and brought his hand to my nose, closing off my air flow again. My eyes opened wide, as he thrust so hard down my throat. He pulled up, allowing me to take in air, but quickly shoved it back down, making me gag. 

Finally he let go of my nose, and I was able to breathe better. He pulled his cock from my mouth, and watched in delight as strings of spit connected his cock to my lips. 

“Now what?” 

I really didn’t know, and I was afraid to answer. I looked up at him, stupidly, which caused more anger in him. He brought his cock down hard on my lips, causing them to bleed again. I cried out. 

“Please stop! For the love of everything please stop!” 

“I’ve heard enough of your begging!” 

He let go of his cock, but brought his hands to my tits. He grabbed hold of my nipples, twisting and pinching hard. My body thrust with the pain, and my hands came up grabbing his wrists, as my teeth gritted together. 

“Answer my question!” 

“You’re….you’re….owwww, fuck that hurts! You’re going to fuck me!” 

He quit pinching, but before he moved, he spit on his hands and smacked each one of my nipples. I cried out, but I also felt a surge of desire go through me. I had felt it before when I was choking on his cock, but then I had ignored it. He noticed the change too and looked down at me smiling.

“Are you beginning to enjoy yourself?”

I didn’t answer, just glared at him, and that caused him to smack my tits again. This time the noise that came from me was one more of pleasure than pain. He moved down, standing on the floor, he looked for a minute assessing his options and then shook his head. 

“This won’t do.” 

He grabbed my hair, and I yelped as I felt my feet dangling in the air. 

“Where’s your bedroom?”

I pointed down the hall, and he took me, carrying me by the roots of my hair. I whimpered at the pain, but he ignored me. He threw me on the bed, and came up between my legs. 

“See, this is much better isn’t it?”

I looked at him, and his hand smacked down on my pussy. 

“Jesus fuck! That hurt!”

“That hurt, that hurt, shut the fuck up!” 

He smacked me again, harder this time. I braced myself for another, but instead I got the feeling of his cock rubbing against my pussy. I looked down, and watched the head of his cock moving along my slit. Through the pain I felt the pleasure, and my eyes rolled back in my head. He moved his cock, and smacked it hard on me; I would have never known that a cock could hurt me so much, if it hadn’t been for him.

“Keep watching! You’re starting to like it huh? You like the feel of my cock on your cunt don’t you?” 

I looked back down as he slid his cock down to my hole. With one thrust his entire cock was pushed inside of me. I gasped and looked wide-eyed at him. His hand came down across my face again, and then the other on my other cheek before he grabbed my face. 

“Answer me! Haven’t you learned anything yet bitch?” 

“Yes, yes I liked it! I liked feeling your cock on my pussy!” 

“Do you like it now?” 

“Yes, I do. I like the feel of your cock in my pussy too Theron!” 

He moved his hand, grabbing my ankles, and pushing my legs in the air. His hand came down on my ass. 
 “I am no longer Theron to you! You call me Sir!” 

He hit the exact same spot again, and I cried out. 

“Yes, okay, yes Sir!”

“Yes Sir, what?”

Again the same spot, causing more new tears to fill my eyes. 

“Yes Sir, I like your cock in my pussy!” 

He pushed my legs up more, causing my knees to almost touch my nose. He pumped hard and fast sending his cock to new depths, as his hand smacked my ass again. 

“You just like it?”

“No! No, Sir, I love it!” 

“You love what?”

He pushed my legs further, sending my chin into my chest, and causing the upper half of my body to begin to ache. 

“I love your cock in my pussy Sir!” 

He let go, letting my legs fall back down around him, and I sighed relief. He came down, placing his hands on either side of my body, still pumping hard into me. His face just inches from mine. 

“Do you really?” 

He squint his eyes at me; looking to make sure I told the truth. I was really enjoying it, even the hitting was turning me on. He had to know that, my pussy got a little wetter with each smack of his hand, and it was now beginning to tighten on him. I looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Yes, I really do! I love your cock in my pussy, and oh god! I am going to cum! Your cock is going to make me cum Sir! Fuck me!” 

A slight smile came to his face, before he bent down and bit my tit. I screamed, out of pure passion as my orgasm hit, and his teeth moved back and forth between each of my breasts, biting at them hard, leaving teeth marks every time he pulled up.

“Oh fuck! Oh yes, Sir! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! And, awww….shit, bite my tits harder! Oh god, please Sir! Fuck me! I want to feel that cock pounding even harder in my fucking pussy!” 

He pulled his head up and looked at me. 

“You’re a fucking slut. You know that Jessi?” 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

He stopped his movements and I whimpered. 

“Yes, I am a slut Sir!” 

He began to move again, but not as hard this time. 

“Why?” 

“Because I like the feel of your cock in my pussy, and I liked you hitting me, and I like you biting my tits.” 

He pumped just a little harder, causing me to moan. 

“But that’s not just being a slut is it Jess?”

“No.”

“It’s being what?”

“A nasty, dirty, fucking whore!” 

“That’s right. That’s exactly what you are, isn’t it?”

“Yes Sir!” 

He pulled out, and I looked over at him. 

“Come ride my cock, and show me just how dirty you are!” 

I climbed on top of him, grabbing and aiming his cock at my pussy. I dropped down on it, causing sighs from both of us. 

“Now fuck me bitch!”

I began to grind my hips on him, keeping him deep as I moved myself in a circular motion. I thought I was doing good, his face said that I was doing well, but his hand came down and smacked my ass again. I cried out. 

“That’s good, but I told you to fuck me!” 

He slapped me again, as I moved to my feet, and began to bounce hard on his cock. 

“That’s better.” 

His hand came to my hair, and he pulled my head back to look directly at the ceiling, his other hand busied itself by pinching my nipples hard, before he brought his fingers to my mouth, and shoved them inside. 

He fucked my mouth with his fingers so hard that I began to choke, and was having a hard time moving on his cock. He pushed my head back up, and stared at me. 

“Move!” 

I began to bounce again, as he started fucking my mouth again, taking delight in watching me gag on his fingers. He pulled them out, and wiped my spit on my lips. He wrapped his hand around my throat, and lifted me off of his cock. He laid me on my stomach, and came behind me, holding my head down on the pillow. He shoved his cock back in my pussy, and gave a sigh as he began to move. I, too, moaned into the pillow as I felt his cock running in my pussy. 

He kept my head in the pillow for just a little while longer, before grabbing my hair and throwing my head back as far it would go. He sat up on his knees, and with his other hand began to repeatedly smack my ass and back. I moaned as I felt his hand come down. 

“I like seeing the marks my hand leaves on your flesh, and hearing you moan as I hit you.”

“I love to feel you hit me Sir! It makes me so hot!”

“So I’ve noticed.” 

He let go of my head, and moved both hands down to my ass. He grabbed me and made my hips buck harder against him. I moaned out loudly, and looked back. 

“I’m going to cum again Sir! Oh god that feels so fucking good! Your big cock thrusting into my hot cunt feels fucking wonderful!”

“I’m going to cum too bitch. Tell me you want it!” 

“Oooo….I do! I want your cum badly Sir! I want you to fill my pussy up with it! I want to feel every last drop fill my cunt!”

He thrust one more time, before his cock exploded deep in my pussy. I screamed out as I felt his hot seed hit my inner walls, and I thrust my hips back, and breathed in sharply to tighten my pussy even more around him. 

He pulled out when he was finished, and whipped me around. He shoved his cock in my mouth. 

“Clean it up! I want all of your juices off my fucking cock!” 

I sucked him, moving my tongue around the shaft, swallowing all of my juices down. He moved, and got off the bed. I sat on the edge looking at him. I kept sitting there as he left, and put back on his pants. He came back, and I looked at him surprisingly, I thought he’d just leave. 

He came up to me, running his hand across my jaw line, before giving me one last slap. 

“That’s to remember me by bitch.” 

“Thank you Sir.”

I didn’t know what else to say, but he smiled and left the room. I didn’t bother cleaning up; I fell back on my bed. I was quite aware of the pain and the satisfaction that ran through my body, and I laid there for a long time, savoring them.



A Night at the Club



Joy was not looking forward to spending the night at home with her mother Lucy. It was Friday night and the last thing the nineteen year-old college freshman wanted to do was stay home with her straight-laced forty-one year-old mother. Her father was gone on another long business trip, which meant she and her mother would be home for the weekend by themselves. 

He seemed to be gone more than he was home anymore. It wasn't that she didn't like her mother, it was actually the exact opposite. Joy and her mother got along a lot better than most mother-daughter combos she knew. It was just that her mother seemed so boring to her. She reminded her of June Cleaver, the Beaver's mom.

"Hello, baby," Her mother said, as Joy entered the kitchen. Like usual her mother was wearing a frumpy housecoat and really ugly pink-fuzzy slippers.

"Hi mom," Joy said, leaning over and kissing her mother on the cheek. "What's for dinner?"

"Your favorite, baby," Lucy said. "So what's your plan for tonight?"

"Nothing much," Joy said, taste testing what her mother was making. "Thought I'd stay in with you."

"Oh, that's nice of you, baby. But wouldn't you rather go out with your friends?" Lucy asked, stirring a pot.

"Well, yes," Joy said, slowly. "But since dad's gone for the week, I thought you might want some company."

"That's so sweet," Lucy said, smiling at her pretty daughter. "But, you don't have to worry about your old mom. Sue and I were planning on going out to a movie."

"You sure?" Joy asked, quickly. 

"Sure I'm sure," Lucy responded with a smile. "We'll have a nice dinner, then you can run off with your friends."

Joy could not believe her luck. If her mom was happy with letting her go out with her friends, who was she to argue? She had thought about inviting her to go with her, but she knew her all-American girl next-door mother would never understand her daughter's lifestyle. The beautiful nineteen year-old was a lesbian. And, she wasn't just a plain lesbian. No, she was a top who was always looking for the perfect bottom to play with. 

As soon as dinner was over she changed her clothes, kissed her mother on the cheek and went out for the evening. She headed straight for her favorite coffee shop to see if any of her girlfriends were around. Luckily for her she ran into her friend Margo. The two of them then headed off to one of their favorite gay and lesbian clubs, called Mariposa de Oro, which is Spanish for Butterfly of Gold, and Puerto Rican slang for gay people.

When they arrived at the club the place was jumping. The music was blasting, the lights were flashing and the dance floor was packed with couples dancing. There were guys dancing with guys, women dancing with women, and even some men and women dancing together. Joy knew this was going to be a great night, and she was feeling lucky. She and Margo found a table in the corner, and settled in to see what happened. 

After about an hour of drinking Joy had to use the bathroom. On the way back to her table, she ran into another friend, and stayed a little longer talking to her. When she came back to the table, Margo pointed out a woman who had come in while she was gone, and was out on the dance floor. 

Joy could not believe the way this woman moved. Her movements were so erotic, it made Joy's clit tingle just watching the way she was swinging her hips and the way her long ponytailed hair whipped about as she swung her head from side to side to the rhythm of the music. She was wearing what could only be described as a really long tanktop T-shirt that came to about mid-thigh. The t-shirt material just clung to her delicious curves. She wore anklestrap, open toed shoes with three-inch heals that only served to accentuate the sexiness of her long legs. Although she could not see the woman's face in the dim, flashing dance floor lights, she knew this woman was sex incarnated. When the song ended, the woman hugged her dance partner tightly, kissed her on the lips, and went to sit on a stool at the bar. 

"I'm going to get close to that," Joy said to Margo.

"Yeah, right," Margo laughed. "That lady is so far above us, you don't stand a chance."

"I'm going to give it a try," Joy continued. "I mean what have I got to loose?"

Just then they watched the woman flat out reject several requests to dance. The girls who had asked skulked away, shot down in mid-stride by this vision of loveliness. "How about your pride?" Margo asked, giving her friend a shove.

"Um," Joy swallowed hard, took another sip of her drink, and stood up. "Here goes nothing. Wish me luck."

Joy slowly made her way across the crowded dance floor, trying to decide on a course of action. She had seen how the other women had been shot down when they asked the mystery woman to dance, so she had reasoned that asking was not the way to go. She would walk up to her and tell her, in no uncertain terms, that they would dance together. 

Joy stepped up behind the woman, as she sat at the bar sipping her drink. She waited until she had put her drink down, and then she firmly gripped the woman's slender waist, with both hands, leaned in close to her ear and spoke loud enough for her to hear over the pounding music.

"Dance with me, now," Joy said, squeezing the woman's waist for emphasis.

"Sure thing, baby," the woman replied, still facing the bar.

As she spun around on her barstool, both women's jaws dropped when they saw each other. Joy was looking into her own mother's beautiful face.

"Joy?" Lucy croaked.

"Mom?" Joy stuttered in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"I, um, ah, I," Her mother stammered. "What are you doing here?"

"I asked first," Joy shouted over the music. She then grabbed her mother's wrist, pulled her off of the stool and towards the back of the bar. She wanted some answers, but she didn't want to have to shout over the music to get them. Lucy grabbed her little sequined clutch purse as she was yanked off the stool.

Joy pulled her mother roughly by the wrist toward the nearest exit. She pushed the door open and the two women found themselves in an alley with the only light coming from a streetlight half a block away. Joy pulled her mother around and pushed her roughly up against the wall. She didn't know why, but she was suddenly pissed at the woman.

"All right," Joy said, pinning her mom against the hard brick wall, like a butterfly on a display board. "What were you doing in there?"

"Dancing," Lucy responded, shivering slightly in fear at the way her daughter was acting.

"Why in there?" she pressed. "There are a lot of other bars you could have gone dancing in. Why a gay bar?"

"Um, I, ah," Lucy stammered trying to find an answer. She was at a loss for words. She was literally shaking, as her daughter's eyes seemed to bore right through her. Then it suddenly occurred to her that her daughter had been in that bar as well. "What were you doing in that place?"

"Um, I, ah." Now it was Joy's turn to stammer for an answer. Suddenly she decided it was now or never. She would spill the beans. "I like girls mom. I'm a lesbian."

For the second time that night Lucy's jaw dropped in amazement. She was speechless, as she remained pinned against the wall.

Joy couldn't help but notice, for the first time in her life, just how hot her mother was. She had always thought the older woman was attractive, but she was her mother, and mothers weren't supposed to be hot. But here she was, pressed up against a dirty brick wall in a filthy ally all dressed up as if she were looking to get laid. 

The clingy material of her dress only helped to accentuate her mother's full breasts and fleshy hips. The heals seemed to make her tower over her daughter who was wearing jeans and sneakers. Her mother's makeup was perfect, and made her look oh so beautiful. Quite a change from the plain woman she was used to seeing, who usually only wore a little foundation and maybe some lipstick, on special occasions. Finally her hair was a lot longer than Joy remembered. Even pulled back in a ponytail, it reached the middle of her back.

"What's with the hair?" Joy finally asked, after she had gone over her mother's hot body from bottom to top, with her eyes.

"Hair extensions," Lucy replied, swallowing as she felt a tingle between her legs when she realized her daughter was checking her out.

"You never answered me," Joy said, squeezing her mother's arms for emphasis. "What were you doing in there?"

"I don't know," Lucy replied, looking away from her daughter.

"Don't give me that crap," Joy said, grabbing her mother's chin and turning her so she could look into her eyes. "Answer me, mom."

"I needed something," she said, shaking with emotion. "You're dad is gone more than he's home. Even when he's home, he's not. We haven't made love in almost a year. But, I don't want to cheat on your father with another man, because I still love him."

"So you thought you'd try a woman?" Joy asked, continuing to stare into her mother's eyes.

Lucy only nodded in response.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

She shook her head no.

"What were you expecting?" Joy continued.

"I don't know. I just wanted to dance and have some fun," her mother replied shyly.

"No, mom," Joy said, sternly gazing into her eyes. "If you wanted to dance, you'd be wearing jeans and a loose fitting top, with a bra. You wear a clingy dress and heals like this, and you're looking to get laid."

Her mother lowered her head in embarrassment. Suddenly, before she even realized what she was doing, Joy pushed her hand between her mother's legs and began sliding her hand upwards over the soft smooth skin of her inner thigh. Lucy gasped at the contact, but made no attempt to stop her, and even spread her legs a little to give her easier access. The tingling in her crotch was becoming stronger, as the girl's hand got closer. 

"Slut," Joy hissed, when her hand reached her mother's crotch, and instead of finding soft cotton panties, she found soft, warm, and very wet pussy lips. "Only sluts go dancing without wearing panties. Are you a slut, mother?"

"Yes," Lucy moaned, closing her eyes as Joy's fingers slid enticingly between her nether lips and grazed her tingling clit.

"Yes what, mother?" Joy pressed, as her fingers applied pressure to her mother's most sensitive place.

"Yes, I'm a slut," Lucy replied, as her breathing began to get ragged.

"Are you my slut?" Joy asked, scrapping a fingernail over her mother's now very hard clit.

"Oh, god yes," her mother almost screamed, as sexual shock ran through her body, clouding her mind.

"Are you sure?" Joy pursued, as she continued to stroke her mother's clit. 

"Oh, god yes."

"Say it then."

"Oh, my god," Lucy moaned, as her hips began to rock. "I'm your slut, baby. I'm my daughter's dirty slut."

"Yes, you are," Joy said. She then shoved two fingers into her mother's hot swampy love hole and began fingerfucking her, as she remained pinned against the wall.

With two fingers working in and out of her mother's soaking wet cunt, she reached up with her other hand and massaged her mom's full breast through the soft material of her dress, while she nibbled on her mother's neck and earlobe. Lucy moaned with pleasure.

After a couple of minutes Joy reached up, grabbed the shoulder strap of her mother's dress and pulled it off of her shoulder, and down the older woman's arm fully exposing her magnificent 38D tit. Fortunately her tits didn't sag very much, so she was able to wear the clingy dress without a bra. As soon as it was exposed, Joy latched onto the rock hard nipple, and began suckling on it, as she had when she was a baby. 

"Is this the way it felt when I was a baby, mom?" Joy asked, between sucks.

"God, yesss!" Lucy gasped, letting her head fall back against the wall, as the pleasure shot through her body.

"Did you ever cum, while I was nursing?" Joy pushed.

"Yes," Lucy gasped, embarrassed by letting her daughter know one of her most intimate secrets.

"You dirty old slut," Joy hissed around her mother's nipple. "Cuming while your little baby girl nurses on your hot nipple. You are such a dirty slut. Do you know what sluts are good for?"

"No."

"They are only good for fucking and sucking," Joy said, biting her mother's nipple hard.

Lucy almost screamed as the pain shot from her nipple straight to her clit. She put her hands on the back of her daughter's head and pulled her tighter to her breast.

"You slut whore," Joy growled into her mother's firm breast. "Is there anything I can't do to you?"

"No," Lucy gasped, stroking the back of her daughter's head.

With two fingers jamming in and out of her mother's soaked pussy, her palm was soon filled to overflowing with her mother's copious pussyjuices, and it began running off the edges landing on the dirty ground between her mother's widespread legs. She pressed her thumb against her mother's sensitive clit, causing the woman to groan louder, and arch her back pushing her pussy tighter against her daughter's hand. 

"Oh, god, I'm going to cum," Lucy grasped.

"Yes, cum for me, slut," Joy growled, increasing her efforts. She worked her mother's body like the expert she was, knowing full well the effect she was having on the older woman. "Cum for me. Show me how much of a mommyslut you are."

"God, yes, I'm your slut," Lucy screamed, her hips bucking wildly to her daughter's rhythm. "I'm cuming for you. Oh! God! Yesssss!!"

Lucy's body stiffened and vibrated as her orgasm raced through her body uncontrollably. She gripped her daughter's head, pressing her face tighter into her breast as the girl bit he nipple, and pressed her clit as hard as she could. Lucy had not experience an orgasm this powerful in years, if ever.

Joy kept her mom cuming for what seemed an eternity, before she released her grip on her nipple and pussy. Lucy slumped against the wall, gasping as she tried to catch her breath. Her hands dropped from her daughter's head to her shoulders, using Joy to help keep herself from falling to the ground.

The younger woman removed her fingers from her mother's cunt and sucked her juices from them enjoying her musky taste. Her palm had a small puddle of pussy juice in it. She thought about slurping it up as well, but decided to have her slutmom do it instead. 

"Lick," Joy ordered, holding her hand in front of her mother's face. 

Lucy immediately stuck her long pink tongue out and licked her daughter's palm, tasting herself. She had tasted her own pussy juice before, when she had licked her fingers after masturbating herself to orgasm, but she had never tasted this much pussyjuice before. And, there was something unbelievably erotic about licking it off of another woman's hand. She moaned with pleasure.

After a couple of minutes of licking Joy grabbed the back of her mother's neck and pulled her face down to her so she could kiss her on the lips. Joy's tongue slid against her mother's lips and they parted immediately, allowing her to enter her warm wet mouth. She freely explored her mother's mouth, coaxing her tongue out so she could suck on it. She was surprised at how long her mother's tongue was. Joy had kissed dozens of women over the years, and many of them had exceptionally long tongues, but her mother's tongue felt like a snake in her mouth. She knew she had to have that tongue somewhere else, and now.

"Do you remember the second thing I said sluts were good for?" Joy asked, breaking the passionate kiss.

"Sucking?" Lucy answered quietly, after thinking for a couple of seconds.

Joy grabbed a flattened cardboard box and dropped it on the ground in front of her. Without being told to, Lucy dropped to her knees on the box. Her face was now at the level of her daughter's crotch. When Joy made no attempt to undo her pants, Lucy realized it was her job to pull her daughter's jeans down. She reached to her waist and undid the snap, pulling down the zipper. Then she gripped the girls jeans and panties, and tugged them down over her hips and down past her knees. 

Lucy took her first look at her daughter's hairless pussy, and she thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The last time she had seen it was when she was still in diapers. She reached out with a finger and slid it over her soaked cuntlips, and then stuck it in her mouth and tasted her daughter for the first time. She found the musky flavor different from her own taste, and very pleasant, and knew she wanted more.

She leaned in sticking her long tongue out, and got a good taste of her daughter's wet pussy. Joy moaned and grabbed the back of her mother's head, pulling her face deeper into her twat. Lucy gasped as she felt her face being forced into the girl's lovehole. She quickly pushed her tongue between her daughter's labia and began lapping at the copious juices flowing from the girl's hole. She was getting all of the girl's essence she could handle and then some. 

Joy spread her legs as wide as she could, and rocked her hips forward making it easier for her mother to get at her pussy. Her mother's long tongue felt like a snake wriggling around inside of her. She could tell her mother had never done this before, but she knew with a little training she would get better. 

At first Lucy wasn't sure what to do, but she quickly began doing what she thought she herself would enjoy, and Joy's moans and whimpers told her she was doing something right. 

"God you're a good cuntlicker," Joy hissed. "With training you'll get even better."

Suddenly Lucy found her daughter's clit. She licked the hard nub, and nipped at it with her teeth. She then sucked her pussylips in and chewed on them, as her tongue continued to snake it's way around inside of her. Joy was going crazy with what her Suzy-homemaker mother was doing to her pussy. She knew at this rate it would not take her long to have an earth shattering orgasm.

"Oh, god, yes," Joy moaned, as the pleasure began to peak. "You're making me cum, slut."

Joy arched her back and ground her pussy against her mother's face as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. She twitched several times, and pressed her mother's face so tightly into her crotch Lucy couldn't breath for several long seconds while her daughter came like a house on fire, groaning deep in her throat with her pleasure.

The girl finally had to push her mother away from her sensitive clit. She reached down and pulled the older woman to her feet. She reached up with one hand and pulled her mother's face, which was covered with Joy's pussyjuice, down to her level so she could kiss her passionately on the lips, tasting herself on her lips and tongue. At the same time she grabbed the hem of her mother's dress and pulled it up above her hips. Then she reached up and pulled the other shoulder strap down so that now she was totally naked except for her dress wrapped snuggly around her waste.

"That was fantastic," Joy said, as she began to palm her mother's naked tits with one hand. Then she slid her other hand between the woman's legs to finger her sopping wet fuckhole. Lucy moaned at the renewed stimulation to her already tingling clit. Soon her hips were rocking to her daughter's rhythm.

"Oh, my god, honey," Lucy moaned, as her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.

Suddenly Joy firmly pinched her mother's clit bringing her back to reality. She looked into her daughter's lovely eyes, as she continued to stroke her mother's pussy.

"Do you know what else sluts are good at?" Joy asked, slipping two fingers into her mother's sopping wet fuckhole.

"No, baby," Lucy responded, licking her sensuous lips, as she gasped for breath.

"They follow their mistress' orders without question," Joy said, yanking her fingers out of her mother and stepping back from the older woman, and staring into her eyes. 




A Night at the Club



"Oh, God... I'm so close," she panted. A fine sheen of sweat gleamed on Angela's nude body. In the firelight, her smooth skin had turned into color of liquid gold. She was gasping for breath as she arched her back. Her hands clutched fistfuls of the black satin bed sheets, her heels making deep depressions on the large mattress as she moved her hips forward. Angela kept her eyes closed as her thighs began to tremble and shake from the strain. 

So close... I'm almost there. Closer, closer... Ah!

A quiet scream was torn from her throat as she came, despite her attempts to remain silent. Waves of pleasure washed over her body as she felt her inner muscles contracting around the hardness inside her. Her goal accomplished, Angela slowly stretched out her legs as her heart rate slowed to normal. She released her grip on the sheets as her breathing became more relaxed and even. Exhausted but happy, she reached down between her legs and gently tugged. The vibrator came out with a wet little plop. Her legs twitched in reaction as pulses of aftershocks radiated from the junction of her thighs. 

She sighed and stretched a little more, content, for the moment, to enjoy the muted afterglow. After a few minutes of staring at herself in the mirror, she felt restless again. Damn, that was a good one, but not quite good enough, she thought. Tonight, she really wanted to just get laid. She got up from the bed and padded, naked, over to her closet. She wasn't exactly an exhibitionist, she just didn't really think of nudity being such a big deal. 

She flipped on the light switch and began to think about what image she wanted to portray that night. Hmm... 40's pin-up? A Latin seductress? Or Asian mystique? Her eyes fell upon her latest purchase: a black leather corset, and suddenly she knew what to wear. She slipped the corset on and laced up the sides, enjoying the way it gave her more of an hourglass figure. She put on a garter belt and clipped her stockings in place and then she put on her underwear—a lovely creation of bits of lace and satin—and stepped into her black skirt that was short enough to show the a couple of inches of smooth skin above her stockings whenever she sat down. A pair stiletto heels and a black velvet ribbon around her neck completed the look. 

Angela surveyed herself in the mirror. Her brown eyes didn't miss a single detail. A light coat of lipstick, a spritz of her favorite scent, and toss of her wavy hair and she was ready to go. She grabbed her clutch bag and was out of the door and on her way to the nightclub. 

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There was a long line outside the club, but Angela walked past it, stopping only to kiss Male'le, the bouncer, and to flash her ID card at the hostess, Lina. She stopped just inside the doors to let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the club and to let the rhythm flow through her. With a toss of her head, she strode confidently to the middle of the dance floor and began to dance. 

Angela was having the time of her life. She hadn't danced like this in a few weeks, and she didn't realize how much she'd been missing the freedom and excitement of moving your body in public. A blonde woman had walked up behind her and started to run her hands down the sides of Angela's body. So, with a smile, Angela turned around and playfully pulled the woman close so they were dancing hip to hip. She winked at the woman and leaned forward to give her a teasing lick on her lower lip and a kiss. Surprise registered in the green eyes of the woman, who gave Angela's ass a little squeeze before pulling a card from the back pocket of her jeans and handing it to Angela. 

She put her lips by Angela's ear and said "Call me sometime if you're free," before walking away. 

With a grin, Angela tucked the card in her corset and walked over a quiet booth in the corner to rest for a few minutes. 

"Would you like some company?" came a voice from above her head. 

Angela turned, and what she saw was positively mouthwatering. Her eyes took in the long legs encased in loose black slacks, the maroon red shirt that showed off broad shoulders, the wicked smile and that subtle air of command he seemed to have. His lips quirked. 

"Do I pass inspection?" He asked, as his dark eyes sparkled with suppressed humor. 

Angela smiled and nodded. "You pass the inspection, but I would rather dance with you." 

"My name is Alex, by the way," the man beside her said. 

"I'm—" 

"Angela, I know," he replied. Seeing the confusion on her face, he answered her unspoken question. "I saw you greet the bouncer, so I asked the bartender for your name, since I figured you were a regular." 

Ahh, a smart guy. 

Once they were on the dance floor, Angela began to tease Alex. She pulled his arms around her body and guided his hands over her curves while staring into his eyes. She parted her lips and slowly licked them, making sure his eyes followed the movement of her tongue. She clasped her hands behind his neck and rubbed her lower body against his, still in time with the music, feeling him harden. He smiled at her as he leaned down and kissed her, licking at her lips until she parted them, and proceeded to give her the most erotic French kisses she'd ever had. 

When he pulled back, her eyes were unfocused and all she could think about was having Alex's hands on her bare skin. She pulled him to a dark corner of the club to get away from the crowd. She drew his head down for more of his addictive kisses as she slipped his hand beneath the fabric of her skirt. He felt the lace edge of her panties and dipped lower, making his way through silky curls to find the damp heat that was begging for his touch. His palm rested on her mons as he began to thrust his finger inside her. He made a low sound of approval when his other hand found the gartered stockings as he hooked her leg around his hip. 

She broke off the kiss. "Wait, wait... we can go back to my place," she panted. Alex withdrew his hand and chuckled as she moaned at the loss. 

"I can wait, but I don't think you can," he replied. He stroked her clit through the material covering it and smiled as she shuddered. "Angel, I'll let you have this one," he said as he pushed aside her panties and thrust two fingers inside her, using his thumb to fondle the little nub at the peak of her sex. 

The muscles in the leg around his hip tightened and trembled. She didn't want to get caught having sex in public. It really wasn't her style, but all reason was wiped clear from her head in the mindless pursuit of her climax. She clawed at his back as sweat beaded on her forehead and whimpers came from her, despite her best efforts to hold them back. The hand of the arm supporting her back was delicately tracing patterns on the sensitive skin on her bottom as he kissed and nibbled his way from her shoulder to her ear. She moaned when he lightly bit the side of her neck and clamped her lips together to hold on to her control. His devilish fingers were twisting and curling and rubbing the sensitive tissue inside her until she knew she'd go mad if she didn't scream. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore and parted her lips to scream, his head came down and captured her lips in a searing kiss that muffled her cries. 

After tugging her clothing back into place and easing her leg down, Alex looked at the slightly dazed woman before him. 

"I can't believe we just did that," she kept repeating as she shook her head. 

"Still shocked, Angel? Take me to your place and I'll make it up to you" he quipped. 

"I'll hold you to that," Angela warned. She then smiled and pulled him through the crowded dance floor and out into the night. 

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Once inside Angela's bedroom, Alex let out an appreciative whistle. The four-poster king-sized bed with the black satin sheets and mounds of pillows dominated the room. The velvet drapes, the muted lights, and the deep red walls accented the décor that could only be described as a classy boudoir. This was clearly a room designed with sex in mind. 

"Now, where were we, Angel?" he asked as he pulled her closer. 

To answer, she drew him to the large mirror beside her bed and peeled off her skirt. She got down on her knees and unzipped his pants with her mouth. As his pants fell to the floor, she pulled off his boxers to join them. 

She put her hands on his hips and leaned forward, stopping just short of kissing his erection. She smirked as she looked up at him through her lashes and said, "I think I owe you one." 

Angela took her time "torturing" him in retaliation for what had happened at the club. First, she kissed her way up and down the length of him, playfully flicking her tongue and sucking every now and then, but always avoiding the sensitive head. When he put his hands in her hair to guide her lips to where he wanted them the most, she laughed, and the warm air she blew over him made him groan and some shiny drops of pre-cum dripped down. She ignored his silent command and continued to lick him as though he were a particularly tasty lollipop. She kept her hands busy, stroking his hips and thighs, and occasionally giving a gentle squeeze to his sac. She paid particular attention to teasing the underside of his cock and to licking around the base of the head. 

Alex had a hard time dividing his attention from watching her lips and watching their reflection in the mirror. Seeing it being reflected was an interesting twist. After a little while Angela stopped her actions, giving him a pause. 

"Just wanted your attention," she said. "Now, watch." 

She wrapped her lips only around the very tip of his cock and, while he watched, he could feel how strongly she sucked, although her lips remained motionless. Then, she quickly flicked her tongue back and forth over that sensitive opening, causing him to reflexively grab her head and to buck his hips forward. Angela was now taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, while stroking the rest that she couldn't take with her hand. The strong suction and the flicking tongue proved to be Alex's undoing as he groaned and panted his warning that he was going to come. 

Angela moved her mouth back and wrapped her lips around the head to catch swallow as much as she could. Afterwards, she licked him clean and wiped her chin to catch a few stray drops. She watched with amusement as he pretended to stagger and flopped down to sit on her bed. She drew closer to him, propped her chin on her arm draped on his knee and smirked. 

"I suppose I deserved to be teased, but damn, Angel, you can drive a man insane!"



A Night at the Club



I was nineteen, so I suppose this was in 1979; though it could have been early '80. I was feeling pretty mellow that night, just drinking a Crown and Coke and listening to the music and people watching. I do recall that it was cold out, so it must have been winter. It was crowded, as always; however, I always found a way to find a good table in a far corner that allowed me to see everything.

There was a live rock band from Dallas or someplace playing some pretty good tunes. I was fairly regular at this place, so I knew most of the people who went there. I always arrived fairly early in order to watch people as they arrived. So, it struck me as strange when this gorgeous redhead slipped onto a stool at my table. Her smile lit up my little corner of the world, as she asked, "I hope you don't mind, if I sit with you a few minutes. I am so very tired of walking around this place."

I smiled back and assured her that she was more than welcomed at my table. In fact, when the waitress stopped by, I even offered to buy her a drink. She declined, but to my surprise, she ordered one for me, for which she paid. "Now, you owe me," she whispered, her soft red lips so close to my ear that I could feel the gentle warmth of her breath on my flesh. My tight jeans became tighter in all the right places almost immediately.

Now, I could lie and say that I played it cool and said something witty like, "So, how do I pay this debt I owe?" In reality, all I could do was grow a massive hard on and take a sip of the drink she had just bought me. I did manage to mumble something like "Sure thing," but that was about it. 

This wasn't your run-of-the-mill barfly. She was an absolute beauty, and older than me, as well. My guess, based on later information, was that she was in her mid to late thirties, yet she could have passed for early twenties, except for the way she carried herself. Samantha, or "Sam", as she introduced herself, was a very classy lady indeed. She was also obviously well off, as each piece of her jewelry probably cost more than my brand new Monte Carlo.

Sam was wearing a long, black dress with a slit all the way up to mid thigh. The dress was low cut and highlighted her full breasts which appeared to be enhanced, but I later found were all her. It's just that, even without a bra, which was obvious, as close to them as I was, as she leaned toward me, her small hand on my arm, they strained the material of her dress. I could even feel the hardness of her left nipple against my right arm when it brushed me. Try as I might to keep my composure, to this day, I feel like I was a mumbling idiot that night.

Certainly, I had always had decent luck with women. Actually, they were mostly girls just playing dress up and trying to look like women. It was kind of like I was just a teenager trying to look as much like an adult, as I could. Sam, however, was a woman. She was striking. She was dripping in diamonds and her perfume, while it was intoxicating, just smelled expensive. I even spotted an expensive wedding ring, but I was too far-gone to care. Samantha, like the fictional witch of the same name, had me under her spell. I would have done anything she asked.

Generally, I usually would have made a move by the end of the first hour, but I didn't. I guess I was intimidated. Here I was, likely half her age, and no doubt probably making less in a year than her wedding set cost. I suppose I was afraid that treating her like the girls my age would have basically told her that I was just as I appeared---a boy, nothing more.

It was Sam then who made the first move. She led me by the hand onto the dance floor for a slow song, something played by the deejay while the band took a break. I don't recall what the song was. It was just a slow one. I was so completely locked into Samantha—her beauty, her grace, that the music was secondary. As we danced, she reached up and unbuttoned my shirt about midway. Her delicate hands reached in and long, red nails teased my flesh. Instinctively, I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were the softest I had ever known. They seemed to welcome my touch. My hands moved to the small of her back, as I pulled her close. Our tongues danced as we danced. Sam was grinding herself into me. She murmured something about my hardness. I never really knew exactly what she said, but she was quite pleased. I felt her smile softly into our kiss.

The dance floor was crowded in such a way as to afford seclusion among the undulating bodies around us. I felt her hand cup my hardness through my jeans, rubbing it with increasing pressure, as we lost ourselves in our deep, soulful kissing. She broke the kiss only to whisper softly in my ear, "I am taking you home with me."

She led me off the dance floor and out to her car. I forgot all about mine in the lot, and to tell the truth, if I had remembered it, I would likely not have cared. She slipped into the driver side and popped the lock and I got in. As I got in, I saw she had opened her console and retrieved a pill bottle.

"Hold out your hand," she said softly in a husky voice, and I did as she requested. She placed a small purple tablet no larger than a pinhead onto my hand. "Microdot", she whispered. "Ever drop acid?" she asked. I shook my head. Smiling brightly, her dark green eyes twinkling, she cooed, "You'll love it, baby."

She smiled, as I put it on my tongue as she ordered. She stuck out her pink tongue to show me her own hit, and she started the car and drove out of town to an exclusive, gated community about five miles outside of the city. It was a brand new subdivision and the first gated community that I had really ever known at that time. There was a small guard station and, as I could feel the drug taking effect, the guard waved her in with a polite smile. Soon, we were in her driveway. 

She led me into a large, ranch style house that was as close to a mansion that one can get without it actually being one. She opened the door. I recalled that she didn't use a key, but I thought, as all the colors and shapes were starting to meld in my mind, that I just might not have seen a key. Even now, I think it funny that I noticed such a thing. My senses at once felt so keen, but also so very altered. I was enjoying my first "trip" quite a bit, as I recall.

Once inside, she spun and started kissing me. Kissing me hard and deep--needful. Hungrily she ripped open my shirt, buttons flew through the air, I could hear them clicking onto to the tiled entryway. As she dropped to her knees, she kissed my tanned, muscular chest. "God, I love your skin, baby. I could just eat you up," she panted into my taut stomach. Her hands made quick work of my belt and fly, as she pulled open my tight jeans, and slid them down roughly, along with my briefs. 

I let out a little gasp, as without a word, she engulfed my entire manhood with her mouth. While I don't have a circus cock, or anything close, I do have close to eight inches when fully erect, and believe me, I was fully erect. My hands reached to her soft, auburn hair, as she took me in her mouth. As I write this, I can still hear the sucking sounds of mouth against cock, as she went down on my throbbing cock. Her head was twisting and her moans vibrated my glans. I watched breathlessly as her full, pouty lips coursed up and down the length of my shaft, her tongue slathering the base of my cock with each trip up and down my length.

It seemed an eternity before I came, but I think that was just the acid. I came hard. I probably would have warned her, but I had little warning myself for I was lost in the moment. Lost in her. She whimpered with pleasure (to my relief) when I exploded deep down her throat. My load was enormous and streamed out along the corners of her lips. 

As soon as she had milked the last of the salty treasure, she stood and pulled my lips to hers. I felt no qualms about it, though such actions were not quite the norm for me or for that matter, 1979. I remember the salty, slick taste of it, as her tongue pushed my seed into my mouth. I found an immediate liking for it, though I credited its appeal to the drug coursing through my brain.

I heard a male voice just then. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. "I see you brought home a friend," he said. We broke the kiss, and I turned to see a middle-aged man dressed only in an expensive, blue satin robe and slippers smiling at us.

Even as high as I was, my mind was spinning around all the horrid possibilities. Here I was in this glorious house. The lady of said house has just downed about a pint of my cum. My arms were wrapped about her luscious body, just finishing a sloppy cum-filled kiss and lo and behold her hubby makes an entrance. This is usually where things get ugly.

Many options occurred to me at that moment—that pregnant pause just before the next move is made or the next word is spoken. It likely last only an instant, but that instant transcended time for my LSD muddled mind. 

I didn't run. I thought about it, but thanks to my new friend, my jeans were in a twist at my ankles. Fighting was not a real option either. The jeans came into play here, as well. Basically, I stood there a lot like a deer in the headlights. Well, I thought, at least I got to cum.

To my relief, I saw that, instead of a large caliber handgun or a machete or a kitana or some other sort of hideous weapon with which to do me serious bodily injury, he held a glass containing what I believe was an alcoholic beverage. Of course, as my mind muddled as it was delved into the possibilities surrounding this little scene, I knew that a handgun might be secreted in one of the two large pockets of the robe.

To make a long story short, and as it is obvious that I did survive this encounter, not only was he not angered by watching his wife orally service a teenager in his foyer, he appeared to have enjoyed the activity. He stepped toward us, extending his hand to me. As I stood there in his lovely wife's arms with my cock still fairly erect in spite of having just having blown an incredible load, I took his hand with some temerity. He shook my hand warmly, as he kissed his wife deeply. His tongue swiped greedily over the semen-streaked corners of her lips. Something about watching that made my cock twitch a little. In fact, I could tell that it would only be a matter of a couple of minutes before I would be fully ready to go again, should the need arise. It appeared, from his reaction, that the quick recovery that comes with youth would come in very handy this night.

Sam introduced us after kissing him. His name was Greg. He was, of course, her husband. He was tanned, a little shorter than I and, for his age, quite trim. He had dark hair with streaks of gray on the sides and a well-trimmed beard that was almost entirely gray. He was vaguely familiar to me, but then I was pretty stoned by this time and not fully trusting my own mind.

They led me into their bedroom. This room was bigger than my apartment. On one end, there was a couch, a big chair and a chaise, all over stuffed and all plush. They surrounded a large fireplace in the corner of the room. Against another wall was an enormous four-poster bed, with a mirror on the ceiling above. The carpet was deep, plush shag, which might seem strange now, but was very "in" at the time. A scant few candles and the fire in the hearth giving the room a delicate glow lighted the room.

Samantha pointed me towards the chaise, and I complied silently. I had decided to just follow this where it led and merely become a passenger on what was turning out to a very unique ride. By this time, I had dressed myself, after a fashion that is, as my shirt was in shambles. As I took a seat on the chaise, Samantha relieved me of the shirt with an apologetic smile at the damage she had done. Soon, at her hands, with her loving husband watching appreciatively, she removed all my clothing. The LSD in my system kept my inhibitions at bay, as I reclined on the plush, white lounger.

Greg slipped by, sliding a drink into my hand and took a seat in the chair immediately to my right. I noticed his fingertips lingered upon mine, as I took the drink. The dancing fire cast a glow on his still smiling face. Sam slipped a cassette into a stereo system along the wall. It was Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon", which seemed very apropos in my state of mind. She turned to face me, standing between her husband and me. Without a word, he unzipped the back of her dress, and it fell to the floor at her feet. Beneath it, she wore nothing. Her legs, even in the shadows that played upon her flesh, were obviously tanned and had the tone of a dancer. The light, red hair on her mound as trimmed meticulously. 

She took my right hand in hers, and guided my fingers along the soft folds of her sex, as her body swayed softly to the music. She whimpered softly, as my fingers pushed into her ever so slightly. A fire raged in her emerald eyes, as she guided me into position, where my head was at the foot of the chaise and my legs spread on either side of it. "I want that mouth", she growled, as she mounted my face roughly. 

I cannot begin to described how utterly wonderful her pussy tasted, as my tongue met her treasure. I feathered it deep inside her, my hands reaching up to cup her full, firm breasts, as she rode my face with a focused vengeance. Her hands gripped my long, blonde hair, as she took my mouth with what seemed to be an aching need. "Yes, baby, lick me deep." Then, adjusting herself, she moaned, "Now, honey, suck my clit. Yes, baby. That's it. Just like that."

I sucked and licked what she placed at my mouth. Sam's pebble-hard clit, her luscious folds and warm, silken walls and her tight rosebud were tender and seemed to melt on my tongue. Each, in turn, was brought to my mouth and, my mouth eagerly pleasured each. Her orgasm brought a scream from her. Loudly, she cried out into the shadows, as her juices sprayed out onto my mouth and over my cheeks and streamed down to my hair. She rocked softly, as her tremors over took her, her hands grasping mine and tightening them around her breasts.

She laughed softly, catching her breath. "My god, that was fantastic, baby. Let's see if you can do that again." With that, she started moving on my face once more, and I greedily accepted her challenge. My fingers pinched at her nipples, as I became more and more emboldened by her. "Pinch them harder. Oh fuck, pinch them harder", she cried, as her drenched pussy opened and my lips sealed at her folds, my tongue pushing deeply into her and curling upwards.

She remained leaned over my face, Her breasts in my hands, her hands supporting her at the foot of the chaise, as she fucked my mouth. She made my mouth her personal fucktoy.

As I licked her towards a second orgasm, I felt a hand, then a mouth on my cock. Rather than react, I just let it happen. I knew it was Greg. The feel of the hand was undoubtedly male. I could feel his beard brush my flesh, as his face pressed downward. I moaned deeply into Samantha's sex, as her husband took my cock deep down his skilled throat. Sensing my approval in my moans, Samantha seemed to gather yet more momentum. She hammered onto my face so hard, I just knew I would bruise, but I was beyond caring about anything other than pleasuring and being pleasured.

Before long, despite my trepidation at being serviced by a man, I was pushing into his mouth. Fucking his mouth hard. Using it for my own needs, as Samantha used mine for hers. When her second climax, followed quickly by a third orgasm flowed onto my face, I erupted deep into Greg's warm, wet mouth. I growled deep into Sam's pussy, as I unloaded my seed fiercely down his throat. I could feel him chuckle a little, as I came. He was as proud of himself, as I was of my work at Sam's tasty cunt.

Sam slipped from me, and dropped to her hands and knees beside the chaise and looked back and her husband. "Oh god, Greg, please fuck me", she begged, and as I watched, my mind spinning, my body, at least momentarily spent, he eagerly complied. Ramming into her from behind, he pummeled her. She lowered her face to the floor as she urged him on in her husky voice. I could hear the sloshing of his cock as it plunged over and over into her sopping cunt. He called out to her. Calling her nasty, crude names, as he punched his cock in and out of her. "I bet you want this kid to fuck you like this, don't you bitch?" You want his cock buried in your fuckhole just like this."

As I watched, I could not help but feel my already well-sated cock returning to life. In no time, I was ready for anything that might come, excuse the pun. Looking over at me with a wry smile, Greg pulled from within her and came in long, thick streams onto her back. She cooed in response to the splash of semen on her flesh. He slapped her ass playfully, and she hopped from the floor, looked down at my member and straddled above it, lowering herself down quickly upon it. 

She rode it hard, as she had my face. Her red nails dug into the flesh of my chest. I was immune by now to the pain, and only felt the wet slippery sensations of her walls gripping and releasing, as she bucked upon my loins. I gripped her hips, and pushed up into her with equal fervor.

I watched the perfection of her trophy wife body, as she moved on me, shining in sweat. I grasped her ass tightly in my hands and could feel the slick warmth of Greg's sperm on her flesh. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything but fucking and being fucked.

As her body slapped up and down on my aching cock, I felt hands on my head and my face turned to Greg. His cock was hard and an inch from my mouth. I came upon a moment of truth. He did not force his cock in my face--only offered it. I took it. As if watching from above, I parted my lips in mute invitation to him, and he slipped in. Opening wide, careful of my teeth, my tongue slipping under his cock, slightly smaller than my own, and I immediately tasted Samantha on him. The taste was just as sweet on his manhood, as it had been from her.

Greg, sensing my inexperience and perhaps my slight reluctance, gently cradled my head. He moved to my mouth with a slow, easy stroke. It was if he was saying, "It's okay, man. It's just a moment between friends." I could feel Sam tense in one orgasm after another upon my cock, as Greg's slim shaft slipped in and out between my lips. I closed my eyes, as I sucked. My mouth was his as long as he needed.

I could feel my own climax building, as my balls began to fill. Sam was coaxing me on towards both my orgasm and my service of her hubby. I could hear her telling him to fuck my mouth harder. He began moving faster. Perhaps she could feel my impending orgasm, and wanted Greg to time his with mine. Whatever her purpose, it seemed to work.

With one hard buck up into her, I exploded. My cum filled her, and Greg let loose his own into my mouth. Had I not been so fixated on Sam and my own pleasure, I might have had a different reaction, but in this case, I merely moaned as he filled my mouth. I sucked him dry. I felt my lips move with him, if only a bit, as he withdrew. I felt a pang of regret, as his cock slipped from my lips.

I showered at in their massive master bath before departing. Greg gave me a shirt, a fairly expensive one I might add to replace the one Sam had destroyed. Samantha had fallen upon their bed completely exhausted and had fallen deep asleep. It was Greg who drove me to my car. We made small talk on the way to my car---sports, cars, and the usual guy things. Not once was sex or what happened ever mentioned. It was unspoken, yet understood by all, that this was a one-time thing. There would be no relationships built this night. It was what it was. And that was all.

A few months later, I was at a party thrown by friends of my parents. I had only stopped by to say hello because my dad had asked. There, among the people at the function, were Greg and Samantha. I tried not to, but I kept glancing over. Greg was talking to some other friend of my dad's. Sam, looking a little bored, noticed me looking her way. Her green eyes twinkled, as she smiled at me, then she turned back to her friends. That was the last I saw of them.




A Night at the Club



Looking back, I don't know if that experience shaped or changed my sexuality one way or another. I had always been very open sexually, though I have absolutely no attraction to men. Perhaps, I just like pleasure. And, maybe, I just like to be enjoyed. I don't know. All I know is that I remember that night as fondly as any other.



A Night at the Club



Jenna and her friends decided that they were going to go to the club for some fun. Jenna decided to wear her short black skirt with a tight red v-neck top, which showed off her cleavage. 

When they got to the club, it was full of hot guys and sexy girls, dancing, and drinking and having a good time. They headed over to the bar. After a couple drinks they headed to the dance floor. Their favorite song "I Kissed a Girl" started playing, Jenna and her friends all started dancing, grinding up on each other. 

After the song, Jenna headed back to the bar for another drink. Ordering a Heineken, she noticed someone staring at her out of the corner of her eye. Looking towards him, she smiled, thinking 'boy is he hot, he smiled back. She then turned back to her drink. 

A few minutes later she sensed someone next to her, looking to her right, she saw the guy from the end of the bar standing next to her.

"Can I sit down?" he asked.

"Of course," Jenna said smiling.

They talked for a bit, having a couple drinks together. 

"Do you wanna dance?" he asked, finally having the guts to ask her.

"Sure," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor.

As a new song started playing, Jenna started dancing against him, rubbing her ass against his crotch. Putting his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him, she could feel him getting hard threw her skirt. She turned around to face him, grinning.

"You wanna go some where?" she asked.

"Okay," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

Leading him towards a dark corner, she starts kissing him, pressing her body against him. Sliding his hands down her sides, moving them to her ass, squeezing it, pulling her closer.

Jenna not having sex in a couple months, whispers in his ear, "Let's go to the bathroom."

"Okay," he says, grabbing her hand and pulls her towards the men's room. 

Pushing a bathroom stall door open, pulling her inside, slamming the door shut and pushing her against the door, he begins kissing her hard, as he starts to undo his pants, dropping them to the floor. Jenna pushes the waistband of her panties down, dropping them to the floor, stepping out of them. 

He slowly slides his hand under her skirt, sliding his finger inside her pussy, he slowly starts rubbing her clit, making her moan. He then slides his finger inside her pussy, fingering her till she can't stand it any longer. 

Jenna grabbing the sides of the bathroom stall, moaning, "I want you to fuck me NOW!" she demands. 

Taking his finger out of her pussy, bringing it to her mouth, Jenna opens her mouth, and sucks her pussy juice off his finger. 

Grabbing her hips, he pulls her towards him, sliding his cock in her tight, wet pussy. Jenna gasps loudly, feeling how big he is, feeling him deep inside her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He then grabs the stall door, slamming deep into Jenna's tight pussy, slamming her against the door. Jenna moaning loudly, grabbing the stall tighter, starts moving her hips against him, making him slam even deeper inside her tight pussy.

"Oh god!" Jenna moans, "Fuck me harder, make me scream"

He beings slamming harder and harder, making Jenna whimper.

"You like that you horny little slut?" he asks.

"God yes!" she replies.

Hearing the bathroom door opening and closing as other men go in and out of the bathroom, without a care in the world, he fucks her harder, making her whimper even louder, slamming her harder and harder against the stall door. 

"Oh god!" Jenna gasps, "I'm gonna cum!"

"That's my dirty slut, cum all over my fat cock," he says.

Moaning even louder, grabbing the stall tighter as she begins to cum on his cock.

"That's it, cum on my cock," he says.

After Jenna finishes, he pulls out. Jenna cleans up, putting her panties back on.

Looking at her, he says, "I want you to suck my cock, make me cum."

Without a hesitation, Jenna gets on her knees. Grabbing his thick cock, she slowly begins licking it up and down, putting it in her mouth, tasting her pussy juice. Looking up at his as she starts moving her lips tightly up and down his cock as she plays with his balls.

Grabbing the back of her head as he groans, "That's my good slut," he says, "Suck my cock dry."

Jenna starts to jerk him off as she sucks on his head, moaning with his cock in her mouth.

Grabbing her hair tightly as he gets close to cumming.

Jenna sucks harder, taking his cock out of her mouth as she looks up at him, teasingly she licks his cock, twirling her tongue around his head.

She begins sucking on his head, as she jerks him off harder.

He then shoves his cock deep in her mouth, groaning as he cums down her throat. 

Jenna swallowing it all, licking it clean, she then stands up.

He puts his pants back on, opening the stall. Jenna goes over to the mirror and fixes her hair and make up, then walks out of the bathroom.

Before they go their separate ways, Jenna whispers in his ear, "Thanks for tonight, I enjoyed it."

Replying back, "My pleasure," he says grinning.

Jenna finds her friends hanging out in a corner booth, sitting down with them, she orders a drink. As soon as they take one look at her, they know what she's been up to, teasing her about it.

After their drinks, they get up, and go outside, heading towards the car, they ask, "Well what's the lucky guy's name? Did you get his number?"

Jenna grinning, replies, "I don't know, I never asked."

All the girls start laughing as they get in the car, heading home.