6 comments/ 67843 views/ 6 favorites Members Only By: Lyn Schwid NOTE: Erotic fiction for the entertainment of mature adults only. "I want a steak, marbleized with fat, a basket of rolls with a stick of real butter, NO SALAD, and a side of fettuccine alfredo!" "Pam!" said Doreen. "What's got into you?" "Freedom, that's what!" I laughed, tossing the menu at the obviously gay waiter with a snort. "What a waste!" I smirked at my friend, glancing at the way the waiter's ass twitched into the kitchen. "But, how can I criticize? I like sucking cock, too!" "Pamela, I've never known you to be this bawdy!" marveled Doreen. "You were always so quiet and reserved." "That's when I was Stephen's prize, hanging from his arm," I explained, "but no more! The divorce became final this morning! I am a free, unattached... and horny woman! I couldn't ever eat the way I wanted in front of Stephen, and now I can eat like a horse!" "Well, good!" laughed my best friend. "Men ought to know we have to eat. Heaven knows you don't get tits like yours by starving!" "My point exactly," I said, pulling down the neckline of my low-cut minidress. "He wanted me for these big boobies, but then he wanted me to keep them secret. Now, I will not!" I nearly popped out a nipple right into my water glass. "Pamela, don't go wild," cautioned Doreen. "We're liable to get arrested. Or attacked." "Maybe I want to get attacked," I ventured. "What?" gasped Doreen. "Oh, not attacked," I said, having second thoughts. "It's just that Stephen always saw me as something to ravish and show off because of my big bra size." "Right," said Doreen, wondering where I was going with this. "Well..." I thought out loud. "I'd like to do the same thing! To men!" Doreen's eyes widened and flashed. "Really?" "Yeah," I said, slathering butter all over the roll I'd plucked from the basket. "I'm gonna go through men like I go through bras," I said, taking a big bite. "And just like bras... I'm gonna pick 'em out according to size!" Doreen laughed heartily. "I always knew you liked big dicks," she teased. "How big was your ex-husband's?" I smirked. "You that old joke about why women don't make good land surveyors?" "Yeah," said Doreen, grabbing a roll before I ate the whole basket. "It's because all their lives they've been told that this much is eight inches." She held her thumb and forefinger about three and a half inches apart. "Right," I said, not even bothering to avoid talking with my mouth full. "Stephen thought he was gifted in that department. But the cock size fairy had passed him by!" Doreen's voice dropped to a whisper. "I like 'em big, too, Pam," she said. "And I think I can help you. Are you free tonight?" "No, but I'm reasonably priced," I cracked, pleased with my own wit. "Very funny," said Doreen, pulling a business card from her own considerable cleavage. "Call me at this number about five." She handed me the card across the table. I peered at it. "Members Only?" I asked. "What's that?" "Just call," said my best friend. I looked across the table at her. She was smiling broadly, and bouncing. Well, Doreen almost ALWAYS bounced a little, but she was so keyed up, her whole body was behaving like one of those dolls in the backs of cars. Especially her big boobies. Bounce, bounce, bounce! "Okay!" I said, turning toward the kitchen. "Where's that cute waiter?" I bellowed, making Doreen blush. It turned her cleavage a deep crimson. "I want my meat!" Doreen grabbed the business card she'd given me and circled the number a few times. "You'd better call soon," she advised. * * * * All afternoon at work, I took great delight in showing every man in the place the big, bouncy breasts I'd been carrying around all this time. They'd just never gotten the chance to see them before! My husband Stephen wouldn't allow it. Now, with him out of the picture, I was turning into the office cocktease. "You're lookin' good, Pam," said Dennis, who'd always struck me as a staid, stable, happily-married citizen. Now he was craning his neck to look into my cleavage. "Oh, really, Dennis?" I said, leaning way forward. "How so?" Dennis just blushed. I giggled, and moved on. "Hey, Pam!" said Lamont, a handsome black man. "Where you been hidin' those things?" he asked, blatantly gesturing toward my big boobs. "Now that my husband has traded them in," I answered, bouncing on my high heels to make the most of my boobs' natural bounce, "they're back on the market! Interested?" "Damn right I am," smiled Lamont. "I'll just have to see if you MEASURE up to my standards," I said, fixing my gaze on the way his gray flannels bulged in front. I was having some fun. So much that I nearly forgot Doreen's instructions to call that mysterious number she gave me at five o'clock. I sat at my desk and took the business card out. "Members Only," it read. "A Club For Women of Specific Tastes. Discretion Promised." I dialed the number. "Members Only," said a female voice. "Hi, my name is Pam," I began. "My friend Doreen gave me this number--" "Doreen?" she interrupted. "She told us you'd call! You get special treatment. We can schedule your orientation meeting tonight!" "But what kind of club is it?" I wanted to know. "Oh, she didn't tell you?" said the receptionist. "Maybe she wants it to be a surprise. I'll bet that's it! Come to the Crowne Hotel in two hours. Go to Room 333, and knock three times." "What?" I said. "Why? What will I find there? This makes me a little nervous." "Doreen will be there," she promised. "She's arranging everything, so there's nothing to worry about. So you'll come?" "I... I guess so," I said. "Good!" said the woman on the phone, happily. "We're going to help you pick them out like bras... according to size!" The line went dead. I was intrigued. I killed two hours by having some dinner, and went right to the Crowne Hotel. The desk clerk eyed me... but not like he was interested. More like he wondered whether this big-breasted trollop bouncing through his lobby was a hooker! I threw my head back and laughed, causing my tits to jounce even more. I took the elevator to the third floor. I felt so hot-to-trot, I was a little disappointed there was no man in the elevator. I might have stopped it between floors to suck him off! If he 'measured up', of course... I found 333, and knocked. I recognized Doreen's voice behind the door. "Quiet, you guys! She's here!" Then the door opened. Now Doreen always flaunted her big tits more than me. I guess that was because she was single, she needed them out there to catch a man. Even so, I was not prepared for the way she was dressed when she opened that hotel room door. Her shapely legs were slipped into open-toed sling heels that stood her up at least four extra inches. And you know, those high heels don't just make you taller. They make your rear jut out and make you thrust out your chest. Well, Doreen's chest was thrust out to the point of knocking me over! A deliberately inadequate silky bra in some kind of purple held them up, and kept her glowing nipples exposed. She had a blouse draped over her shoulders in the same color... though I don't know why she bothered. Her curvy thighs were wrapped in a tight pair of silky purple panties that let the soft curves of her hips and tummy be appreciated. I looked her in the eye. She smiled a wicked and warm smile, and started that bouncing again, she was so excited! "Come on in, Pam! They're ready!" she bubbled. "Really, REALLY ready!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the dimly lit room. She began to talk in a feverish whisper. "This is a club. A really exclusive club. I'm in charge. Usually, there'd be lots of other girls here, but I wanted you to be the guest of honor! The ONLY guest!" squealed Doreen. She reached for the buttons of my blouse. "Hey!" I called. "What are you, funny or something," I said as I slapped her hand away. "Pam, don't be stupid!" laughed Doreen. "Quit being such a blonde! It's not just you and me! There are other club MEMBERS here!" I heard low, male chuckling all around me. "What was that?" I asked. "Can't tell ya 'til you show your tits," taunted the club president, Doreen. It made me wet when Doreen called my tits tits. I love calling them that, 'cause that's what men call 'em! "Okay," I said. "I'll show my tits!" I unbuttoned the rest of my clinging blouse and pulled the hem out of my skirt. I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, leaving my high heels on. I reached between my legs and grasped my pussy, wiping the palm of my hand on its wetness. I demurely stepped out of my panties. Then I eased my blouse down and off, pausing to rub my nipples into aroused hardness before I flung the shirt into the darkness. Doreen whistled. "God, Pam," she said, admiringly. "Those look yummy!" I lifted them and bounced them in my palms. "I'm told they are," I teased. I heard more low male chuckling from the darkness, and thought I recognized the unmistakable scent of cum. "Now it's time for you to see...and FEEL... the benefits of club MEMBERSHIP!" giggled Doreen, pinching her own nipples. "Bob. Step forward." A tanned and toned naked man stepped from the shadows. I can't swear to it, but I think his face was still in half-darkness. I'm not positive, because I couldn't take my eyes off his full staff COCK! "Pam, reach out with both your hands," instructed Doreen. "Bob, step up and place it there." Bob did as he was told. It throbbed in my hand. I could feel the dampness in the head and the weight of his big balls as they bounced against my outstretched arms. "First of all," said Doreen, "I thought you should know what eight inches REALLY feels like!" I looked the cock head in its eye. "Hi there, big dick," I said pleasantly. The man spoke. "My name is NOT Dick," he corrected. "I don't give a fuck," I said, right to his genitals! "Let's get to know each other." I opened wide and stuck out my tongue. I dropped his heavy prick onto my tongue and felt it grow and harden even more. I closed my lips and began to suck. My head bobbed back and forth. "No, wait," said Doreen. "Pam, he's working for you. Stop moving. Bob--fuck her face!" And he did. He slammed into my mouth forcefully but gently. Apparently, REAL eight-inch cocks had something else on my ex-husband's besides actual length. This dick had staying power. The face-fuck seemed to last several long, luxurious minutes before I felt a shower of hot scum down my throat. I tasted it for a moment, but decided I would show this Dick--excuse me, Bob--that I was in charge. I yanked his cock out and poured the rest of his spunk onto his own stomach and pushed him away. A murmur and some polite applause rose from the shadows. "Bob, over here," barked Doreen. "You can rub that thing on my face to get it back to full staff. Next for our guest--Jim!" A pasty white and slightly pudgy man stepped forward. "Doreen!" I scolded. "You and I could do better than this!" "Don't judge a book," giggled Doreen. "Jim has special talents. Jim, take your hands away from your dick." Jim seemed to be blushing. His hands stopped their attempt at modesty. I gasped at what hung there between his legs. "See what I mean?" laughed Doreen. "And that's how long it is when it's SOFT!" "Oh, come here," I pretended to scold. "No cock has any right to be soft around THESE!" I lifted my heavy breasts up and clapped them together! I could see Jim's member pulsate. He stepped forward and clumsily poked his hose toward my tits. I grasped them and pointed the hard nipples toward the head of that anaconda. I poked and prodded at the hole in the creature's head. And I forcibly inserted the hungry nipple into that cock's mouth. Jim's member snapped to rigidity. My nipples were soaked in scum, but the cock stayed hard. I lowered it into my cleavage and warmed that monster with big tit loving. Soon, he too was following nature and hunching his hips into the nearest hole--in this case, my cleavage. From a face-fuck to a tit-fuck and the evening had only just begun! "Mmmmm, Pam, Bob here will be ready for another round in a few minutes if you'd like!" purred Doreen, opening her mouth to take in his cock. "Not yet!" I told her. "I want Jim to be a good little boy and give me a nice pearl necklace! How's that sound, Jim?" Jim grunted. "That's good, don't talk," I laughed. "You weren't put on this earth to talk." I leaned into his flaring cockhead. "You were put here to carry around this...how big is this one, Doreen?" "Remember that old song 'Whip Out My Big Ten Inch'?" giggled Doreen as she disengaged her lips from the other man's big cock. "Oooo!" I squealed. "Ten inches, Jimmy Boy? I expect glistening cum all the way around my neck from this one!" Jim just fucked harder. In an instant, his big balls exploded and emptied themselves. I slapped his big backside to prompt him to grab his hard-on and encircle my neck with his scum. I kissed his balls as a reward and shoved him toward Doreen. "Come on, Jimmy," she purred. "Don't let big, bad Pam get you down. Let Doreen get you back UP!" "I need another!" I moaned, and Doreen clapped her hands. A muscular black man stepped into the light, his face hidden. I could tell that my horny performance had inspired him. There would be no waiting for this one to get hard! I stood up, my bosom heaving. The man roughly pawed my tits with one strong hand, and he reached around and stroked my substantial ass with his free hand. "Down, boy!" I ordered, redirecting both hands. "Lie down and let that thing stand tall! How tall?" I asked Doreen. "Sam is a full foot!" giggled Doreen as she showered both Jim's and Bob's cocks with kisses. "Sam, I'm climbing aboard," said I, and Sam just muttered agreement. I lowered my soaking cunt onto his big pole. My strong legs kept me in a squat, and I worked my big ass up and down. It felt like I was fucking a telephone pole. "Just lie there and keep it hard," I said in low, measured tones. "Damn right," he agreed in a sexy baritone voice. I stopped for a moment. Had I met this man? I dismissed the thought. I didn't know any Sam, and I think I would have remembered his foot-long hot dog. The more I moved up and down, the more excited he became, but incredibly, he didn't cum. Despite my instructions to lie still, Sam soon was bucking his black ass up and down to maximize the thrust. Inside, I felt like his cock was tickling my tonsils from the inside. "Ahhh!" cried Sam as he climaxed. Something about his voice caught my ear. I stopped what I was doing and asked Doreen a question. "Doreen?" I said as I raised my ass to a standing position, tingling my tits with both hands as I stood. "Our friends here... aren't using their real names, are they?" Doreen started to answer, but paused to take a ten-inch cock out of her mouth. "No," she giggled. "I thought not," I said as I waved my pussy from side to side over the still horizontal Sam. Scum dripped from my pussy, raining over poor Sam. He slinked from the floor back into the shadows of the hotel room. "Now!" I barked. "I want the first one back here--Bob--and I want your eight inches between my tits and THEN in my cunt. Now!" He scurried into place. * * * * * A few eyebrows were raised when I stumbled into work, obviously wearing the same clothes as the day before. If anything, the way I was tossing my goodies around for all to see made them even more revealing. "Hey, good looking," chuckled Lamont in his warm baritone, moistening his lips as he checked out my chest. "Out late last night?" "Maybe," I giggled. "Me, too," said Lamont. His gaze seemed to make my clothing disappear. "Really?" I said, pulling down my neckline. "Did you have any fun?" Lamont reached behind me and cupped my full ass cheek. "Damn right," he whispered. I gasped, as I felt familiar fingers outlining the curve of my big breast. Our eyes met. We shared a secret. And we were going to keep it that way. The next club meeting was just two nights later. The room was filled with deliciously endowed men and eager women who appreciated what they had to offer. I asked Doreen how long Members Only had been in business. "Well, it's not really a business," she explained as she and a round breasted blonde woman that I recognized from the office made oral love to an appreciative nine-incher. "It's just a social club. Big dicks and the women who love them." My eyes widened. "You mean you don't charge for membership?" "Charge?" said Doreen, mouthing the man's big balls. "I guess we could charge the women. I suppose there's money to be made there!" "Are you kidding?" I said, reaching for Lamont's foot long as he chuckled deep in his throat. "Lots of money. And not just the women!" "Oh, go on, Pam!" said Doreen. "The MEN wouldn't pay! They have all the cunt they can handle!" "Lamont--sorry, 'Sam'," I stopped and spoke to my overendowed partner. "Do you have all the cunt you want?" "Shit, no," said Sam. "Most girls are afraid of it. And most of 'em don't have tig ol' biddies like you two!" "Wow, I never thought of that," said Doreen, letting her big blonde friend hog the man's hog. "I'll write up a business plan tomorrow, at the office," I said, rubbing Lamont's member on my tig ol' biddies. "You and me, we're gonna be rich!" Members Only Inc. has been sustaining Doreen and me for some time now--financially and sexually. We find men and women all over willing to pay exorbitant fees to be a part of it. And finding the men is the most fun of all! There's lots of ways. Grabbing crotches in public, sneaking into men's rooms, and hiding in the showers after NBA games are my favorites. We've been so successful, we're going to start opening clubs in cities across the country. We might be coming to your area soon! Watch for us. We'll be looking for members... AND members! Members Only The girl took a short cut on her way back to campus. It was nearly midnight, she was alone, and she was nervous. It was dark despite the street lights, and she didn't notice the two men step out from the alley behind her and follow her silently. Both men were huge, over six feet tall and at least 280 pounds, but they were professionals, and they didn't make a sound. The girl was completely unaware of their presence until she felt a vice grip on her shoulder, and a damp rag muffled her scream. She gasped in surprise, deeply inhaling the ether, and then everything went black. When she regained consciousness, she was blindfolded, and at first she couldn't be sure whether she was dead or still dreaming. She couldn't move; her wrists and ankles were shackled, and there was a leather belt drawn tightly around her waist. She was lying flat on a cold metal table with her arms and legs spread and her knees slightly bent. She was wearing a short khaki skirt and the crotch of her black panties was completely exposed. She could feel cool air on her inner thighs. "Is anyone there?" she asked in a shaking voice. She suddenly felt a soft hand on her face, and flinched in surprise. "Relax," said a female voice. "I'm going to take off the blindfold." The cloth slid away from her eyes, and she found herself looking at the ceiling of a dimly lit room. She turned her head to the side and looked up into the kind eyes of the woman who had removed the blindfold. The woman was tall and slim, with long dark brown hair that fell around her shoulders. "Who are you? Where am I?" the girl asked. "My name is Nera. You're in one of the back rooms of a private club. My boys Tom and Marco found you. We have a show tonight, and you're the star." The girl had been looking around while Nera spoke. The room was small, about the size of a bedroom, and empty. The walls were bare except for a set of large double doors at her feet, and a smaller door in the wall behind her. When she heard Nera's words, her head jerked toward her in alarm. "What do you mean?" Nera smiled, and her eyes lost their kindness. "That's all I can tell you now. You'll find out soon enough. What's your name?" "Sarah." Her voice began to shake again, and the hot ball of fear that had been roiling in her stomach doubled in size. "What are you going to do to me? Are they going to rape me?" She was approaching hysteria. Nera held up the cloth that had covered Sarah's eyes. "Be quiet," she said, "or I'll have to gag you. If you relax and don't struggle, I guarantee you won't be hurt." Sarah had no reason to trust Nera, but she did. She relaxed slightly. She had no idea where she was, how long she'd been unconscious, or what time it was. Nera moved out of her line of sight, and she heard the door behind her open and close. She struggled briefly against the shackles holding her onto the table, but they were completely immovable. Her limbs may as well have been paralyzed. Sarah had no way to know how much time passed, but what seemed like hours later, the door behind her opened and closed again. Nera stepped into her field of vision holding something that looked like a remote control. "Don't freak out. I'm going to adjust your table." "Wha-" Sarah started to ask, but before she could even get the word out, the table she was lying on began to rotate forward, until Sarah was nearly vertical, held in place by the belt cinched around her waist and the shackles. She looked around nervously at Nera. "What's happening?" "I told you, you'll find out soon enough." Sarah's lips trembled, and she looked on the verge of screaming. Nera held up the blindfold like a threat. "The members prefer that we don't gag you, and I'm sure you agree." The Club was the very definition of exclusive. It allowed only ten members at a time, and membership was sold to the highest bidder with the most connections, renewable annually. This year's cheapest membership had gone for $3.6 million to the police chief's youngest son, as an eighteenth birthday present. The Club was owned by Verdis Grieschtze, although she never set foot in it. It was run solely by Nera, with the occasional assistance of Tom, Marco, and a half dozen other similar thugs. Nera used it to indulge her own sadist tendencies. The Club offered one show a week, and nearly always had 100% attendance from its members. Nera brought in professionals: the best strippers, exhibitionists, contortionists, and dominatrixes money could buy. Shows usually involved at least three or four individuals on stage at a time, engaging in acts even your average porn star would find shocking. Tonight was a special night; they did a show like this only once a year. For many members, tonight's show was the reason they had joined. Members had been known to cancel trips, postpone weddings, even skip funerals for shows like tonight's. Tonight's show was unique in two ways. First, there would be no professionals performing. And second, this show was the only one in which the audience would be allowed to interact with the performer. This year's members, seven men and three women, were in their seats and waiting eagerly long before the show's scheduled start time of two a.m. The performance room was just large enough for the stage, which was really more like a catwalk, and ten chairs spaced around it. When the doors at the back of the stage opened at last, a hush fell. Marco came out, resplendent in a beautifully tailored Armani suit. It made him look almost academic, despite his bulk. He stopped at the end of the catwalk, cleared his throat, and addressed the audience in his melodic Italian accent. "Ladies and gentlemen, as usual it's our supreme pleasure to have you here. We have a rare treat for you, whom I have the honor of introducing. She's quite lovely, only twenty years old. Her name is Sarah. And now and I will leave you, and her, in Nera's capable hands." He bowed shortly and strode off the stage. The double doors remained open, and as soon as Marco was out of sight, Nera came out. She looked even more stunning than usual in a black bustier that left the tops of her breasts and her dark brown nipples visible. They were already hard in anticipation of the games to come. She was completely exposed from the waist down except for a pair of black heels, and her pussy was trimmed to a neat landing strip. Behind her, two large men rolled the metal table on which Sarah was strapped, blindfolded again and breathing heavily with fear. The crowd moaned with eager delight. Sarah's long blonde hair fell around her shoulders, and her khaki skirt came only halfway down her thighs. She wore a tight buttoned-down white shirt and, obviously, no bra. Her taut nipples were visible through the thin fabric. The men positioned the table at the end of the catwalk and clamped the brakes on the wheels. They left the stage via the steps at the end and took their places on either side of the exit doors at the back of the room. Their presence was theatrical more than anything else; in the Club's twenty-year history, there had been few outbreaks of violence among the members. Nera turned to the audience. She tossed her nearly black hair behind her shoulders, pinched her nipples, and sighed loudly. "Good evening." She continued rolling her left nipple between her thumb and index finger, and casually slid her right hand down to finger her wet slit while she spoke. "I hope you're all prepared for this evening's performance. For those of you who are experiencing this for the first time, allow me to remind you of the rules of conduct." She began to writhe as she fingered herself, never breaking stride in her speech. "As you may have heard, audience participation tonight is not only permitted, it is required." She paused to gauge the reaction of the police chief's teenage son. The tall, handsome young man was seated at the very end of the stage and had a prime view of Sarah's white panties. His eyes were wide and he was all but salivating. Nera went on. "However, you are allowed on the stage only when I call you up. Furthermore, you must leave the stage the instant I tell you to. If you fail to obey my orders, one of the boys," she gestured to the men at the back of the room, "will be forced to remove you, and your membership will be revoked." Nera removed her hand from her cunt, apparently reluctantly, and offered it to the young man at the end of the stage, who licked it eagerly. Then she walked over to Sarah's table and pulled the blindfold off. Sarah gasped when she saw ten pairs of eyes on her. Nera waved the cloth in front of her face as a reminder, and Sarah clamped her mouth shut immediately. Nera reached behind the table to an inconspicuous shelf and pulled out a pair of heavy duty kitchen shears. Sarah's eyes widened when she saw them, but she stayed obediently quiet. Nera pointed at the young man at the end and beckoned him forward. He stepped up onto the stage, and she handed him the shears. "Her hair or her clothes... your choice," she said. Sarah began to weep quietly. The young man took the shears with a frightening sheen in his eyes, and Nera stepped off the stage and took her place next to the highest paying member, a female CEO of a well-known corporation, who proceeded to massage Nera's already engorged pussy lips while she watched the action. The man approached Sarah directly and looked into her eyes. She tried to plead with him silently, but it was obvious that, far from pitying her, he was reveling in her misery, as was everyone in the room. He clamped the shears between his teeth, and wiped away her tears with his left hand while he reached under her skirt with his right. He pushed the crotch of her cotton panties aside and inserted two fingers into her tight cunt. She gasped, and he smiled. The audience murmured its approval. Abruptly he grabbed the collar of her shirt with both hands and yanked. Five buttons went flying and suddenly Sarah's spectacular breasts were exposed for everyone to gawk at. She was at least a 34C, and her tits were firm and perky, the nipples rosy pink, the flesh pale and supple. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, trying to hide her shame. The young man grinned in pleasure and took the shears from his teeth. He cut the shirt along the arms, slid it off, and tossed it at random into the audience. He grasped Sarah's right breast with his left hand and squeezed it roughly. She moaned and sobbed louder, still not looking at her tormentor. "Please," she whispered under her breath. "Please." He ignored her, and squatted in front of her. Because of the angle of the table and her bent knees, he had a perfect view up her skirt. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and yanked them aside, ripping them. He slid them down her legs, just below her skirt, and cut them off. He closed the shears and spit on them, using his hand to spread the lubricant evenly. Then he gently inserted the blunted blades of the shears into her cunt. She jerked at the feel of the cold metal inside her. He slid the makeshift dildo in and out a few times, eagerly watching her face contort with horror as he did. His erection was plainly visible through his expensive pants. Then he removed the shears and used them to cut away her skirt, leaving her completely naked. He used the skirt to wipe away her moisture and his saliva, then tossed it aside. Finally, he made a show of gathering her fine blonde hair one lock at a time and cutting it away, until there was nothing left but a ragged mop. Sarah was crying loudly now, and Nera knew she would have to intervene to keep the girl under control. She stepped back onto the stage as the young man was again finger fucking her, and grasped his shoulders. She guided his hand from Sarah's cunt to her own, and flinched involuntarily as his thumb brushed her swollen clit. She allowed him to finger her for another moment, then gently pushed him away and pointed to his seat. He knew how strictly the rules were enforced, and though he wanted desperately to continue playing with these two gorgeous, naked women, he handed Nera the shears and went back to his seat without protest, where he immediately unbuttoned his pants, removed his stiff cock, and began stroking it. The heavy, well-dressed man in his early thirties who was seated next to the young man took the cue and pulled out his own cock. Without making eye contact, he reached over to the young man and began stroking his eight-inch member with his right hand while pleasuring himself with his left. The young man dropped his hands to his sides and allowed him to continue. Onstage, Nera leaned over Sarah to replace the shears on their shelf behind the table, and discreetly whispered in Sarah's ear, "Get hold of yourself. The worst is over." This was a blatant lie, but Sarah didn't need to know that. Her sobs lessened, and she turned to look at Nera. Nera smiled at her gently, then turned back to the audience. She looked around at each member in turn, contemplating who would next get the privilege. She made eye contact with a stunning young woman in a severe business suit who had pulled her skirt over her waist and was slowly rubbing her pantiless snatch. Nera gave the woman a "come hither" gesture with her index finger, and several of the men in the audience leaned forward in anticipation. The woman stood up and let her skirt fall back into place. She was a natural redhead and her hair fell almost to her waist. She was easily a 36DD with a soft, round ass and sparkling blue eyes. She climbed the steps to the stage and Nera greeted her with a long, passionate kiss. Then the redhead went to Sarah and stood in front of her. She would have stood a bit taller than Sarah, but because of the elevation of the table Sarah was strapped to, they were eye to eye. Sarah's head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed in shame. The redhead put her hand to Sarah's cheek and turned Sarah's face toward her. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, and Sarah seemed to relax a bit. The redhead kissed her briefly, then knelt in front of her and lapped at her cunt. Sarah shuddered visibly. The redhead flicked Sarah's clit with her tongue, and began exploring Sarah's asshole with her fingers. Sarah began twisting and writhing in her restraints, and the redhead could taste her juices. She licked furiously, circling and swirling, probing her pussy with her tongue as she assfucked her with her finger. Sarah began moaning against her will, unable to believe that some part of her was enjoying this. Suddenly her muscles contracted and she bucked her hips forward against the strap around her waist. The audience groaned and leaned forward in their seats. Most of them had their pants down or their skirts up and were jerking themselves off with abandon. Nera was sitting on the edge of the stage, leaning back on her left hand and fingering herself with her right. With perfect timing, she came with a scream just as Sarah did. The redhead stood up with a satisfied look on her face and wiped her face daintily. She leaned over Nera and gave her a quick kiss, then stepped off the stage and took her seat. Sarah was crying again, quietly, ashamed. Nera stood up on slightly wobbly legs and moved behind Sarah's table. She pressed a lever, and the table began to rotate backwards until it was horizontal and Sarah was on her back. Sarah looked around in bewilderment and fear, afraid of what this might mean. When the table was level, Nera then began to lower it until it was just above the floor, and provided an excellent view to the crowd on the floor. Nera addressed the group. "We have time for one more participant to have his way with poor Sarah here. Do we have any volunteers?" Every hand in the room went up, including the young man who'd cut Sarah's hair. Nera smiled, and made eye contact with each person in turn. At last her gaze settled on a silver-haired man in his forties wearing a $5,000 suit. He was the only one who hadn't dropped his pants; he was merely leaning back in his chair with his arms folded, watching the action with a slight smile. Nera beckoned him with a finger, and he stood up and climbed the steps onto the stage. He was beautifully built, about six-two and slim. His suit was dark grey and highlighted his hair and his deep tan. His dark blue eyes shone with casual confidence above the smile. He pecked Nera gently on the cheek, then strode to Sarah's side and gazed down at her. She wanted to look away and but his eyes held her, and he ogled her body with easy arrogance. Despite the humiliations visited on her tonight, this man's stare made her more uncomfortable than anything. She found herself blushing, from her cheeks down to her beautiful round breasts. The gentleman knelt beside the table and began stroking Sarah's breast, looking directly into her eyes as he did. He massaged it gently, pinching and pulling at the nipple until it was taut. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers along her stomach and lower abdomen, sending goosebumps across her skin. He teased his way down to her engorged pussy, which was still incredibly sensitive after her orgasm. He softly squeezed and pulled her labia, and she felt herself moistening immediately. He was still looking into her eyes, and though she felt horribly degraded, she was still unable to look away. The audience was transfixed. Several of them were watching so intently they'd forgotten to attend to their own arousal; their hands had stopped in mid-stroke. The man on the stage suddenly turned to Nera and said, "Release her from her shackles." The guards at the door straightened and shot each other concerned glances. Nera merely looked back at him for a moment, then said, quietly, "Very well." She reached under the table and pressed a few buttons. The metal restraints around Sarah's joints popped open. Nera pulled a clamp, and the leather belt slackened, but Sarah didn't move. The gentleman pushed her legs apart and spent a moment admiring her wet slit. Though she was now free, she made no effort to resist him. "Hold your legs like that," he said. "I want to look at you while I undress." He spoke with complete authority. This was not a man who was accustomed to being questioned. Sarah obeyed, holding her legs spread wide as he unzipped his pants, slipped them off, and folded them neatly. He handed them to Nera, then slipped off his silk boxers and handed them over as well. His cock was perfectly shaped, fully erect, and at least eight inches long. He stood over Sarah, who was still holding her legs in the air, and took another moment to look her up and down. He rubbed his fingers along her slit again, as though savoring it, then, suddenly, raised his hand and slapped her across the face. His hand made a loud crack as it hit her soft cheek, and several of the audience members, as well as Nera, jumped. Sarah cried out in shock and pain. When he drew his hand away, there was a harsh red print on her face. Sarah had dropped her legs in surprise, and he grabbed her ankles and forced them apart roughly. "I didn't tell you to put your legs down," he said in a low voice, never taking his eyes off hers. She trembled, and tears began to roll down her face. The man climbed onto the table then and positioned himself over her. Without warning he shoved his dick into her up to the hilt, and she gasped. He began moving back and forth slowly, pounding into her cunt as hard as he could. His hands grasped the table just over her shoulders, holding himself steady. As he violated her, he reached over with his right hand and slapped her again. She screamed aloud. He grinned, grabbed her nipple, and gave it a harsh tug. Instinctively she reached up to protect herself, and he slapped her hand back down. "Keep your hands at your sides." He began pounding harder, occasionally slapping her across the face or breasts as he did so. Abruptly he stopped and stood up. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet. He held her elbow with one hand and with the other, drew back and hit her across the mouth as hard as he could. Blood flew from her lip. She tried to turn away but he grabbed her chin and turned her face toward his. "It's your turn," he said. Members Only Then he lay down on the table and pulled her down on top of him. "Fuck me," he commanded. Sarah obeyed. She sat on his cock and began bouncing up and down. He moaned with pleasure and reached up to tweak her nipples with both hands. He pulled her toward him by the nipples, pinching them until they were nearly purple. She grimaced and cried harder. "Faster," he said. She complied, though her thigh muscles had begun to burn. At last he released her sore nipples and gripped her shoulders, digging his fingers in and moaning louder as he climaxed. She felt him shoot his hot load into her, then he relaxed, and shoved her off roughly. She collapsed on the floor in a heap, sobbing and covering her face with her hands. He lay there breathing heavily for a moment, then stood up calmly, took his clothes from Nera, and dressed carefully. He stepped off the stage and took his seat without a word. The audience sat rapt, motionless. Nera recovered herself quickly and nodded toward Marco. He came forward, climbed onto the stage, scooped up the sobbing Sarah, and carried her back through the double doors and out of sight. Nera bowed to the audience and said, "Thank you for being with us tonight. Please, take as much time as you need. I hope to see you next week." Then she turned on her heel and strode off the stage. She instructed Marco to clean Sarah's bloody lip and get her some new clothes, then hurried to her dressing room where she locked the door, threw on a robe, and collapsed onto her sofa. Her heart was still pounding. Tonight's show was quite spectacular. It would be difficult to top next week. Members Only Club Derrick and I have been dating off and on for about six months and I was becoming very comfortable with him doing me every way a guy enjoys. He always takes his time to make sure I have several orgasms and that I am begging for him to feed me his baby making potion. Derrick by the way was a one-hundred and seventy pound guy, six foot, hairless with an eight inch cock when hard and one and three-quarters inches thick and black. Over the last six months with his style of love making he had every orifice of mine looking forward to experiencing the pleasure it could bring to me whenever we slept together. When we date, we go to clubs where there is a race mix. I met his friends at these discos and we would party but he and I always ended up at his place or mine as a solo couple. I had become friends with two other white girls my age by going with Derrick to these disco clubs. We three were in our mid-twenties; tall blonds with Scandinavian genes very dominant. We always wear skirts that just cover our butt cheeks and underneath we have thongs, knowing the guys like to feel skin as we dance close to them pushing their cocks into our mounds and hands up under the skirt on our butt cheeks pulling to them. Our tops varied depending on the weather. I was surprised but should not have been when Derrick suggested on a date that we spend the night with Leroy and Amber. "Amber wants to get it on with you and so does Leroy. I would like to get it on with Amber. We guys would like to watch you and Amber get it on together, then Leroy can please you and I will please Amber. I know Heather I have never asked this of you but it can be fun." Since I was not new to swapping or getting it on with my sex I responded with, "Sure, it will be fun because I have fantasized about Amber and me." The night went very well and it was Saturday early when we fell asleep with our respective dates still plugged into our pussies. It was fun watching the guys jerk off as Amber and I messed with each other. Two weeks later, Derrick asked me to go to an after hours-club just to party longer. He mentioned it was a members only club, only couples with one of the couples needing to be a member. When we entered we had to walk through a turn-style where Derrick inserted his index finger into a reader, waited for a little green light and a click to release the turn-style. It would permit two people to pass before it locked again. On the left was a sign which read guys and on the right a sign reading ladies. Derrick said that was the locker room for personal things and to bring back the key either around my ankle or wrist and to meet him again where we standing. I did as he suggested and then he said that we had one thing to do before entering the entertainment area. On each side of the wide hall leading to the entertainment area were counters and on the wall behind the counters were wrist beads. I stared at them and walked with Derrick to them. Derrick said to the counter attendant, who by the way could have been a model with her perfect body, "First timer." She was wearing a short-short black mini skirt and that was it. I had to admire her perfect breasts. She then reached for a computer keypad and that finger reader. She smiled and said, "Honey pick a user name and we will register you to keep track of the times you come to play." I looked at Derrick like what did she mean by play. I picked snow bunny as a user name. She smiled, typed the name and asked me to insert my finger and to hold it still until the green light came on. I did that and then heard, "Here are your wrist beads. They came in the form of a bracelet. Your date can explain them." She handed me ten all white beaded bracelets. I noticed other girls had different colors. I took them and was shocked to find Derrick paying fifty dollars. I saw her give Derrick two tickets and just assumed they were entrance tickets like in a movie. I asked why so much. He replied, "It's a special club, you will soon see." He stuck his finger into the reader; the girl smiled and gave him black beads. Derrick said he would explain the beads later, took my arm as we headed to the entertainment room after passing some obvious bouncer type guys with nice smiles and saying, "Welcome to Club Pleasure Land; and have fun folks." As we entered the room I froze with my mouth hanging open. Derrick placed his arms around me and under my legs to carry me to a vacant sofa. All the exterior walls had red leather overstuffed love seats along them. There must have been well over a hundred. In front of each love seat were a black coffee table, and then two black leather chairs facing the coffee table and the red love seats. In the center of the room was a circular stage. All drink orders were being taken by cocktail waiters and waitresses. The girls had thongs and the guys had jock straps; white guys had black in color, black guys had white in color and their female counter parts had the same color pattern. I was still in shock looking at the scene when Derrick lowered me to the floor. The few people dancing were all bare chest. Guys were in trousers and girls in mini skirts or hot shorts, either vinyl or metallic leaving just a tad to the imagination but not much. As I was still in shock, we were asked what we desired to drink. I took a long island tea; Derrick took a rum and coke. I saw girls being eaten, I saw guys being blown, I saw two guys on girl and they both had fingers in her, I saw girls in doggie taking it in both lower orifices. My heart was beating hard and I was hot and embarrassed. I heard let's sit and I will explain everything. I sat as he took my face into his hands, looked me in the eyes and said, "The white beads means you are off limits to everyone but me, indicating to all you are a first timer so relax. We can go anytime you want. We do not have to do anything or we can sit and watch. I just wanted you to see that there are other things in the city to do for excitement." We heard, "Excuse, here are the drinks." I made a move for it, needing it in the worst way. Derrick was all smiles as I drank two swallows fast. "Now we can walk the floor if you want or dance or sit. If you see a guy and you want to get friendly with him tell me how far you want him to go. I will then tell him so he understands that is the limit. If he agrees I will leave you two alone but prefer you invite him to join us. Then when he leaves you can give him a wrist band." "Now if you should come again, they will give you red beads. You need to take eleven bands. Red sends the message you are available to be felt up by ten different guys. You have to give the guy a minimum of five minutes. Your breasts, clit and pussy are available for him; mouth to your breasts, fingers to clit and pussy. You can give him the okay to go all the way if you want but you need to get rid of ten wrist bands. Security cameras will make sure you do not hand more than one to a guy." "Tonight you do not have to give any away but can if you desire or all ten but you need to do the invitation. Next time they will ask and you can decline, however to be able to come a third time you need to leave the eleventh band at the desk as you leave. I reached for my drink to take a few more sips and was feeling the first few being they were on an empty stomach. I finally was able to open my mouth and all that came out was wow. Derrick smiled and said, "Awesome isn't it?" "What's the member ship fee for you Derrick?" "Babe you don't want to know." I settled into his arms as the drink was taking its toll and just looked around. Derrick began to fondle my breasts through my blouse. Not having a bra on sent shivers to my pussy and they were rock hard instantly. I was shocked not caring who was watching. He then opened the blouse. I closed my eyes and cared less of where it led. I wanted him to finger my clit as he lowered his mouth to a tit but it did not happen. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him tight. I whispered, "Finger me Derrick please." I heard, "Let's take you blouse off and find another guy to do that." "I'm not ready for that yet Derrick." "Here finish you drink." I did that and Derrick returned to my breasts with his mouth and hand less my blouse which we took of after I had finished the drink. Derricks hand started at my knee and was dragging the fingers to my love canal. I pulled him tight to my chest. The fingers played at the wet slit but he would not touch the button. I was trying to hump but without any luck. "Please Derrick please push me over." "Let's find a stranger to do it. I will tell him you are primed and to pull the pin." "Oh god, Derrick okay; I want to cum." "We will walk and you hold on to me and when you see a free guy that you want tell me. We will walk up to him and I will tell him your condition." We passed maybe five or six guys and I was wanting to cum now knowing a complete stranger was going to do it. The more we walked the hornier I was getting. I then spotted a god. I told Derrick. Derrick smiled. We walked up to him and I was getting hornier as Derrick whispered to him. The guy smiled, walked to me, took me into his arms, kissed me and then placed a hand inside my thighs. I spread my legs so he received the message louder. He broke the kiss and said, "Damn Derrick she is wet to her knees. You sure have primed her." He then whispered into my ear, "Babe if I lay on my back, would you sit on my face and let me get you off with my tongue?" "God yes, anything to get off." He lowered himself to the floor. Derrick helped me kneel. Derrick then cupped my breasts as the strangers tongue dragged across the hard clit. I opened my mouth to scream my orgasm but Derrick cupped my mouth softly to muzzle the scream. I gushed my cum and delivered it to the stranger's greedy mouth and then went sailing for another orgasm as he began to tongue fuck my pussy as Derrick returned to torturing my breasts. When I came down from that tongue induced cum, I heard, "Let Dan fuck you doggie. Just kneel there with your tits in the chair and then let me do you after Dan unloads." "God yes Derrick, god yes." Well both guys did their thing. Derrick then lifted me and carried me back to our sofa as I was still out of it. When I came to my senses each breast was in a warm mouth. One was Dan's and the other was Derrick's. When I was with it, they both inserted two fingers into my pussy and fucked it in unison. I arched when the orgasm hit and held them each tight to my tits as my body convulsed from the pleasures. As I was gasping for air, they inserted their fingers into my mouth. They were coated with a cocktail of cum juices, theirs and mine. As I drifted off I was wondering did they spike my tea to make me so slutty or just the environment. When I recovered I heard some moans. It was Derrick fucking some girl in her asshole. I just remained still smiling to myself. Oh, by the way Dan was a white guy with an awesome cock. It stimulated all the nerves in my pussy as a black cock can do. When Derrick made his delivery, they both collapsed onto the floor. I was looking around the room from my position on the sofa and everyone was into some form of sex. The place was an orgy club. When Derrick withdrew from the girl, he stood and walked to me placing his cock at my mouth. I turned my head refusing to take it into my mouth. I heard, "Do you want to walk the floor again, sit and watch or go home? There will be a show in 30 minutes to warm things up for everyone." I looked him in the eyes and heard, "Stay for the show at least." "Is the show worth sticking around for?" We ordered more drinks. While sipping them a few guys would walk by and wink at me. Derrick reminded me I could use some more of my wrist bands if I desired. I then said I was in need of a rest. The lights went out and center stage was well lit then. A black guy, a white guy and a white girl moved to center stage. The announcer said, "Debbie has agreed to allow the guys to bring her to a climax without a cock or hands. She bet them it could not be done. If she does not cum, the guys owe her one-hundred apiece." "So let the show begin," was what we heard next. The white guy went to the edge of the stage and brought back a blind fold and a rubber mat like you see in bath tubs with the octopus suction cups. He blinded folded Debbie, placed the mat on the floor and then asked her to step forward. As the white guy was doing that, the black guy went to the stage's edge and brought back restraints. They took her arms and placed them behind her and tied them together after having her grip her fingers together. The then placed Velcro straps around her ankles. They each went to the edge again and brought back heavy weights and a wooden pole and a heavy Christmas tree stand from the looks of the way the black guy was carrying it. They placed the weights on the floor, spread Debbie's legs, and secured them to the weight. I was obvious if she wanted to close her legs it would have been nearly impossible. They then slid the wooden pool down between her arms and back into the Christmas tree stand and secured it. We could see the inside of her thighs shinning from the liquid seeping from her pussy. Oh by the way, the stage was turning so every five minutes it made a revolution. The guys then placed their hands behind their backs and used their tongue at her ear and worked slowly with it to her breasts. They flicked the nipple lightly. They were hard; Debbie was twisting side to side wanting more tit attention. We then heard, "Guys suck them please, god this is torture." The black guy went to the edge of the stage again and held up three clamps. My nips hurt seeing them but why three? He then licked her tit again and then handed one to the white guy as they both were flicking the hard nipple again. "Please guys suck them, use your hands." The guys must have been using eye signals as they lifted the hand holding the clamps, opened them, pulled away from her tits and placed a clamp on each nipple. We all heard, "Ohoooooooooooo, god no, stop, Ohooooo stop, stop, stop." The guys let her settle and while she was settling they walked over to the edge again and brought a box back with them and an extension cord. By then I was all eyes. The guys looked Debbie in the face, smiled to each other as the whimpers were soft. The black guy reached down to hold her swollen pussy lips open while the white guy placed a clamp on her hard engorged clit. It had two wires hanging from it. The room echoed with, "NOOOOOOOOOOO, OHHHOOOO god, NO" as the teeth gripped. She tried to shake her body to shake the clamp off and at the same time we heard, "Stop, Oh god stop, stop, stop this, I can't take any more." She almost sank to her knees but the black guy held her upright. The guys then flicked the clamps on the breasts with their finger and we all heard her scream, "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god." The guys stopped the flicking and then connected wires to the clamps. The wires from one box the white guy held went to her left breast with a wire over to her right and then back to the box. She was moaning, "Stop, stop, stop," all the time he was making the connections. The clit clamp already had two wires dangling. The black guy was careful to insert them into the box he had in his hand. It was obvious both boxed were connected to the extension cord. The next we heard was, "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, my tits. Oh god, oh my god, Ohhhhhh what are you doing? " The white guy held up a sign and it read power is off to her tits. Then we heard, "AAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa." The white guy held a sign which read power to her clit. "AHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhh," She was panting when he held up another sign which read all power off. Then another sign reading, we will bring the power on to her breast and clit very slow and increase it as she calls out. We then heard, "Mmmmm...mmm...mmm, please more, more, Mmmmm...oooo...ooo...ooo...ooo, Oh my god, this is awesome. Ohhoo...ohooo...ohoooooo, my god, OHOOO NO, NO, I'mmmmmmm, AAAAAAAhhaaaaaa...OHOOOO...OOOOOOOO. OH my god,Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooo." The moaning continued as her body convulsed with a steady stream of cum juice running down the inside of her thighs. The white guy had placed his control box on the floor and was holding her up as the controllers were still sending current to her. She was in a constant state of orgasm. Her mouth opened to cry out more but just drool dropped to the floor as her head had slumped forward as she continued to convulse. The white guy nodded to the black guy. He then shut off the power from both boxes. He stood then and undid her leg restraints, her arm restraints as the white guy had his arms around her to keep her from falling. He then removed the wooden pool, reached then for her ankles as they laid her on her back. She still was humping as they removed the clamps from her tits and clit. They covered her with a blanket; the lights came on in the rest of the area and out on stage. I discovered I was soaking wet with perspiration watching that. Derrick had a hard-on he was stroking. I lifted up, straddled his cock, guided it to my pussy craving to be stuffed and buried his cock into my pussy as his mouth went to a breast. We both exploded in a few minutes because of the tension that had developed watching her build and orgasm so long and hard. I laughed internally because many other couples had to be doing the same as Derrick and I with the grunts and moans of pleasure that I heard. As I was catching my breath, I was thinking what a dull sex life I had been living. I also gave Dan a wrist bracelet. He then said, "I hope I can play with you again in the future. Have derrick bring you back so you can be wearing the red beads. I would love to get you off after a few guys have primed you. Your a guys dream girl with knockers like that and a tight pussy to go with them. If you never had it yet in the ass, I'd love to initiate you." I sat stunned then managed to say, "Ask Derrick to invite me back and maybe we can play around some more. For a white guy you have an impressive toy." On the way home Derrick explained the electro-sex to me and how it worked. He thought that in month it would be a show with a guy experiencing it. He indicated that once a month they had a special show. Other times it is routine such as a girl being deep throated for the first time or three guys or an asshole initiation.