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Club X

By: icemania



Loud, unrecognizable techno thumped in the background while multicolored strobe lights flashed overhead. Simone took another long drag on her cigarette that added to the buzz she was already riding from snorting three lines on her way here. She leaned her head back enjoying the little wet bites Mallikai was lavishing on her bare shoulders. Wriggling her pussy on his well muscled left thigh she moaned as little sparks of arousal coursed through her. As she exhaled, Mallikai's right hand reached around her, pulling the see through, black fishnet dress clinging to her ample 36D breasts, exposing her right tit to all and sundry. Not that they were really covered before.

Simone didn't mind. Actually the public display added to her growing arousal. She moaned aloud as his powerful hands kneaded her soft fleshy tit. Tilting her head she planted a sloppy kiss on Mallikai's lips, enjoying the delicious feeling of his probing tongue entwined with hers. Turning back to the mass of writhing bodies on the dance floor far beneath her she wondered how many of them were watching her being openly violated on the balcony of the club. She liked this spot for especially this reason and since Mallikai owned the establishment it was always reserved for them.

Gazing out over the drug crazed crowd swaying animatedly below her, she made eye contact. It was a woman. Event from this distance, Simone could make out that she was a very hot busty woman with Asian features. She was wearing a silver top that clung to her straining breasts leaving little to imagination and a white butt hugging skirt that barely seemed to cover her round ass. She was gyrating to the thumping beats on one of the many little daises' that littered the club doing a very convincing stripper routine surrounded by hooting men obviously trying their best to catch her eye and make their night worthwhile. But her eyes never wavered from Simone and she smiled back reveling under that lusty gaze. She was obviously no stranger to women and probably enjoyed getting down and dirty with them as much as she did any man. 

Mallikai was now teasing her pierced nipple knowing how sensitive it was and she let out another moan of pleasure. Deciding to put on a show for her unknown female admirer she lifted her left leg and placing her six inch red stiletto on the low table before her, spread her legs wide. She wore no panties inside and had already started to wet Mallikai's trouser leg with her juices. With her little red skirt pulled apart she was sure that her admirer had a clear view of her shaved wet pussy. Taking another long seductive drag on her cigarette she slipped her free hand into her skirt and started playing with her aroused lips. Not taking her eyes off the staring Asian she began plunging two fingers into her wet cunt.

"You're going to start a riot baby." whispered Mallikai in her ear obviously knowing what she was up to.

"Can't wait!" she grinned back.

"Well I don't know who you are teasing, that bitch below or me." Mallikai had obviously spotted the woman as well.

Simone looked down at Mallikai's crotch and noticed the contours of his extremely large dick straining to get loose under the trouser. "Ooh! Looks like junior's ready for some action."

She was starting to get very aroused now and was experiencing the familiar craving for hard nasty fucking. Looking pointedly at the Asian slut below she crooked her finger and beckoned her to come up and join in the fun. 

A minute later the Asian woman walked in from behind them and without saying a word walked right up to Simone and tilting her head up by the chin planted a wet sloppy kiss on her lips. Simone had just taken a deep drag of her cigarette and the trapped smoke only added to the sudden but immensely pleasurable feeling of another woman's tongue unexpectedly entwining with her own.

"Ummm .... Got a name?" asked Simone as they broke away after a delicious few seconds.

"Christie." Turning towards Mallikai she said "Got someplace more private we could go?"

"A chick with attitude!" ... Well baby .... We don't really need to go anyplace although we can definitely make things a little more private"

Simone smiled and raised her eyebrows. She knew Mallikai never got tired of his latest gizmo. He pressed a remote on the table beside him and a sheer red curtain descended all around the cubicle. 

"Holy shit!" cried Christie "That's fucking cool!"

Wasting no time she got on her knees and looking straight up into the busty black haired vixen's gray eyes, slowly ran her tongue all the way up her cunt up till her clit leaving a generous trail of glistening saliva. Simone was totally unprepared for the electric shock that coursed through her already wet vagina and let out a loud groan of pure unadulterated sexual bliss. Christie had a tongue piercing and the little stud only added to the pleasure as she enthusiastically repeated the procedure. Three long slow licks and the first orgasm hit Simone causing her to squirt drops of cunt juice over Christie ravenous tongue and Mallikai's pants.

"Goddamn woman, you're leaking like a bloody faucet!" 

Lifting Simone off his lap he disposed of his trousers and sat her back down. 

"Quite a package you got there big man!" exclaimed the Asian admiring the thick veined cock that lewdly hung down below Simone's wet glistening snatch.

Grabbing Mallikai's already aroused cock in her small fist Christie began giving his eight inch boner a thorough hand job while licking and salivating over his cockhead. With her other hand, she began frigging her own cunt. Simone positioned her hungry cunt just above Mallikai's raging hard-on so that Christie's knuckles rubbed her cunt every time they moved up and down the thick black cock.

"God, this is the hottest thing I have ever seen!" 

Simone pinched her erect nipples adding to the pleasure as she writhed erotically on Mallikai's toned abdomen. Every now and then Christie lapped her juicy cunt paying special attention to her aroused clit which sent delicious little electric shocks up her belly. Simone closed her eyes and laying her head back on her lover's broad shoulders enjoyed the sensations passing through her. With the curtain closed, the loud blaring music had reduced to a throbbing reverberating off the walls of their private den of debauchery, which was matched in tempo by Christie's expert fist pumping.

Mallikai was obviously getting close to cumming as his breathing grew heavier and occasional throaty groans of pleasure escaped his lips. Wrapping an arm around her lover's neck she whispered into his ear "Cum for me baby. Bathe the slut with your juice. Show her how a real man cums." Simone herself was nearing another orgasm and she wanted them both to cum at the same time.

Leaning forward, she grabbed the lusty Asian's hair with both hands and pulled her head back while increasing her gyrations on the big black man's cock. Christie realizing that she was about to receive a face full of black sperm opened her mouth wide and lewdly stuck her tongue out in eagerness. She too seemed to be close to climax judging by the furious speed with which she was shoving her fingers into her also dripping cunt. As she felt Mallikai's cock nearing ejaculation, she egged him on even further.

"That's it big man. Give me that fuck juice. Cover me with your cream. Shower these big fucking titties with your seed." 

So saying the horny Asian pulled out her sopping fingers from her twat and dragging her straining top to reveal a pair of humungous boobs she rubbed her cunt juice all over them making them glisten in the neon glow within the cubicle. The fingers were quickly returned to her pussy thrusting in and out like an over-powered piston. Soon she too was grunting in pleasure nearing orgasm.

Watching the heaving lewd Asian bringing herself and Mallikai to orgasm, combined with the hard grazing she was giving herself on Mallikai's now turgid cock and the rapid pumping fists stimulating her own engorged clit finally drove Simone over the edge and she screamed out a guttural moan of ecstasy as she experienced an earth shattering orgasm that seemed to go on forever. 

At the same time, with a loud grunt, Mallikai let loose a thunderous shower of semen, creaming Christie's tongue, face and tits in thick ropes of gooey slime. His orgasm seemed to go on forever as semen spurted out uncontrollably onto the grunting Asian below who just then hit her own climax and let out an animalistic howl that could only signify extreme sexual gratification. 

It was a few minutes before any of them recovered from the tremendous orgasms they had just shared, followed by spent looks of disbelief as all three realized that neither of them had ever experienced such heightened levels of ecstasy before.

Although still shivering from her orgasm, Simone couldn't help but be turned on by the unbelievable scene of debauchery before her. The horny slut still had three of her fingers jammed into her twat and was literally panting with exertion. Her face and tits were covered in thick strands of cum and she could make out huge dollops of cum inside her mouth and on her tongue. 

Leaning forward she scooped a large glob of cum from Christie's face and slowly let it drip into her own mouth as she savored the wonderful taste of Mallikai's cum. Then holding the heaving Asian's face still let it drip out onto her waiting tongue. As the last of the thick strands of cum dribbled down, she bent forward and kissed her gaping mouth. Instinctively their hands found each other's twitching nipples as they shared a passionate kiss, tongues swapping the slimy mixture of cum and saliva.

Watching the incredible depths of depravity that these two sluts were capable of, Mallikai's cock incredibly began to harden again.

This was going to be night to remember, he thought to himself as he leaned over and joined the sex-crazed duo.

Club X



I have never tried it but I think that I would be really good at sucking cock. Let me know what you think of my little story, people. I hope it makes the boys hard and the ladies wet and open.

Club X is like no other bar I have ever known. It is nothing less than a monument to the nude male form, a self indulgent hedonistic extravaganza. From the outside, it looks like nothing at all but surface appearances can be deceptive. Tonight will be my third visit in as many weeks and each has proved unforgettable and utterly exhilarating, resulting in total satisfaction. But then again, I love to suck cock!

Once past the anonymous surface security I descend a steep spiral stair into a large dome like ante chamber. At the foot of the stairs, I'm met by a well oiled and hairless Adonis wearing nothing but transparent polythene briefs and a leather collar. He smiles and offers to take my coat. After presenting my member's card and medical certificates, I hand over the rest of my clothing. He stares openly at my cock as I stand naked and relaxed before him.

Set into the wall behind him are rows of miniature erect penises. From these hang an assortment of rubber bands, each one a different colour, like a rubber rainbow. I choose a white one and, as I slip it over my wrist, I smile at his long thick cock, hanging heavily against his thigh. I fantasise about draining his balls and how his cum would taste, before slipping through the heavy velvet curtains and on towards the music thumping in the distance.

I pause in a long tube like corridor, rubbing the tip of my cock with my thumb. The flesh coloured walls are lined with ribbed and veined neoprene which seems to throb in time to the music. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my penis begin to flush with bl**d in anticipation. I give a little pull on my fledgling erection and walk quickly along the corridor towards the pounding rhythms beyond. My cock stiffens with each stride, swinging before me, like a fleshy antenna, pointing the way until I come to a pair of large heavy steel doors, studded and intricately embossed with male erotica. I eagerly push them aside and step into a space about the size of a small aircraft hanger. Welcome to the Club.

At once I'm hit by a terrific wall of bass beats and I pause for a moment to let my eyes adjust, soaking up the scene. A large brightly lit dance floor occupies the middle of the room, heaving with sweaty naked and semi naked dancers of all body shapes and sizes. Above the floor, suspended horizontally from the vaulted ceiling, hangs an enormous golden phallus swaying languidly back and forth and thrusting into the steamy night air above the floor. No one seems to notice me as I stand there naked, my cock standing before me like a well drilled soldier, my cum-hunger building.

To my left and right a series of dimly lit booths stretches into the shadows and as I make my way towards the bar I can hear the fevered grunts and gasps from their occupants. Each booth holds a selection of toys and accessories: butt plugs, anal vibrators, lubricants and oils. Mirrors are scatttered liberally around the room amid a multitude of nude male sculptures and phallic statues. Even the chairs resemble erect penises with bean bags nestled beneath long tall shafts and bright purple crowns atop. In fact, everywhere you look, you see cock.

The spaces between the dance floor and the booths are covered in luxurious cushions and throws of velvet, silk, satin and leather. Here and there are the remains of restraint as the Club overwhelms the newcomers and they readily cast off the last of their clothing, and reservations! The air is laden with pheromones, testosterone and amyl nitrate. The rich heavy smell of semen hangs on the warm breeze as I move through the crowd towards the bar and strong hands brush and caress my body as I slip through the mass of muscle and male flesh.

Abruptly, roughly, when I am almost at the bar, I am pulled forcefully into a corner and pushed firmly down onto my knees. I don't resist; my white band announces my purpose. Strong hands push my face into well oiled bulging thighs and, all at once, my mouth is full of hot cock. Usually, I would take my time, savouring each moment but, right now, I just need this evening's first load of semen. I feed enthusiastically on this stranger's meat, like a starving man at a banquet. My technique is exquisite and almost instantly he is shooting his load down my throat. I drain his balls and want more but, as an aperitif, his cum hit the spot. I wipe my lips with his cock and drift off towards the bar to find something colder to drink.

With the taste of creamy semen still fresh in my mouth, I wait to be served. At the bar, each of the taps has a unique handle cast from the moulds of various porn-star erections. Behind the bar, several huge TV screens show excerpts from hardcore gay movies interspersed with clips from inside the Club. To my right, I can see the Dairy Farm: about a dozen men, their heads bobbing to and fro are milking the semen from a host of erections poking through from behind the wall. To my left, a tall door leads through to the steam rooms with hot tubs and showers.

I order a tall cold beer and a Viagra. As I stand in the crush, waiting for my order, I am suddenly aware of hands pulling at my hips, pressing what feels like an impressive erection into my back. I reach behind and slip my hand beneath the elastic of his white Lycra briefs. Slowly, I inch my hand down towards the base of his shaft. No pubes, my favorite! Still with my back to him, I take a firm grip on his erection and begin to work my fist up and down his impressive pole. The thin skin of his cock glides beautifully over the stiffened flesh beneath. I hold him there until my pill and drink arrive and, as I turn to face him, I am surprised by a pair of young lips fastening onto mine. A naked and very athletic blonde youth takes hold of my head in one hand and as his tongue darts into my mouth, he skillfully presses our cocks together with the other as I continue to work the third cock between my fist.

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Slowly, our trio edges away from the crowd at the bar and slips into a convenient nearby booth. We part and position ourselves on either side of what I assume to be a newbie as only on your first visit do you cling to your underwear so sheepishly! I have no patience for this and at once I am slipping between his knees. His cock looks enormous set in relief against his underpants and his pre cum has made a small damp patch. Taking hold of the elastic in both hands, I carefully lift the stretching material over his erection and his cock springs forward like an escaping prisoner and lies proudly against his belly. Slowly, I pull down his underpants, scraping the elastic down his pole, scratching his erection with the rougher material while flicking my tongue all over his hips and thighs.

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This stud clearly works out and, with a dick like his, he could have a promising career in porno. His cock is colossal! At least ten inches from root to tip and, without a nest of pubes, it looks even bigger. Up close, like this, it could pass for a baseball bat! I can't wait. He smells delicious too, the sweet sharp scent of testosterone enveloping my senses as I work my mouth over his hips and towards his meat. As I inch closer, I can feel the heat of his erection warming my face as he tries to guide his sex into my mouth. But not yet, I will make this one beg for release! I resist the very strong natural urge to wrap my lips around his glans evading his insistent, desperate thrusting. I tease him for some minutes, gradually drawing nearer to my target before withdrawing once more.

?His balls look loaded as they pull the smooth skin of his nut sack tight, each one perfectly defined in outline and nestling beneath his thick shaft like a hairless peach. Carefully, one after the other, I scoop them into my mouth. He gasps above me as I delicately suck on his flesh. They feel cool and tantalizingly heavy as they rest upon my warm wet tongue and, as I delicately work them, I begin to fantasize about their sweet juices and the hot cream to follow.

His skin shines wetly with my spit and, as I withdraw, I let my hot breath fall over his nut-sack before kissing his inner thighs, his hips, his belly, my excitement rapidly rising, all the while staring up at the powerfully veined length of his thick hard shaft and working my nails gently over his tummy and torso. Once again, I lower my head. His spunk tube stands proud rising like a tensed muscle and pointing like an arrow straight up towards the domed tip of his cock. I work my tongue over it, flicking from side to side as I slowly begin to creep up his erection.

As I inch up, my Partner-In-Pleasure begins to quickly work his way down over the muscled terrain of bulging pectoral perfection and rippling abs, down and down to the flat smooth lower belly. Our tongues meet over the summit of our Club Virgin's mountainous manhood, his purple crown peeping out from beneath his foreskin. A surprising amount of pre cum has flooded and pooled on to his belly and glistens invitingly, like a warm lake on a cold day. We dive in, lapping up the yummy-sweet cock juices from foreskin and belly with cum hungry eyes.

As our lips meet over his cock, I take a firm hold of his engorged penis and snatch back the foreskin in one sudden jerk. Above us, we hear him gasp as I expose the delicious purple fruit within. His cock's eye weeps with joy, a river of salty sweet, sweet tears and, as our tongues wrestle and writhe like mating snakes over his blood flushed flesh, we feast on his delicious pre cum, lashing the swollen tip of his erection as we kiss wildly over his big fat cock.

Taking a firm grip between my teeth, I pull it away from his body and let it snap back, slapping against his tummy with a satisfying thwack! At once, we pounce upon it once more, like kittens playing with their catch. We can feel his fingers running through our hair as our tongues and teeth glide up and down the thin vein laced skin of his shaft, from balls to tip. He's trying desperately to guide our mouths onto his glittering purple crown and, just as we have him teased almost to the point of orgasm, a fourth partner joins our group. He clambers over the table, sending butt plugs and lube skittering across the floor then, balancing on the red leather upholstery of our corner booth, he guides his semi flaccid cock towards our Virgin's face. Immediately, he complies, parting his lips to accept the gift.

This is our cue to up the tempo. I grip the drool covered erection we have been working and, with both hands, I point it towards my partner in fellatio. His mouth is on it almost before I have finished aiming and I watch, transfixed as his lips slip up and down the long fat pole. My cock is achingly stiff as the Viagra begins to take effect and I know that I will be hard for hours; I am in no rush to empty my balls but I am hungry for a taste of our virgin's hot man cream.

At last, it's my turn to blow his cock! Eagerly, I suck his length into my throat and, as I suck his hot swollen flesh, I look up and notice our fourth partner working his erection around our Virgin's mouth, slapping it against his face and pulling his cheeks this way and that with his bell end. I glance up at my tag-team mate, smiling with my eyes as he flicks his tongue over hips, flanks, nipples. Not needing a second invitation, and naturally preferring a nice hard cock in his mouth to kissing, he immediately sinks to his knees before me and scoops up my steel-stiff erection into his mouth in one fluid movement.

His technique is fabulous. His mouth feels so wet and warm and it grips me like a fist as his lips form a perfect tight seal around my pole. His tongue probes and works my erection, flicking, stroking, licking, probing as he drives me at full speed towards my climax. Feverishly, his head works over my crotch as he pumps my foreskin back and forth. I feel so turned on, inspired, motivated. I instantly match him stroke for stroke, gasping, grunting, slurping. I know that our Virgin Clubber won't be able to take much more and I can feel his glans swelling on my tongue as his breathing becomes labored.

He's moaning loudly now, much to the approval and joy of the Fourth Man riding his face and, reaching between my legs, I gently encourage the skilled youth working my cock to join me at the feast. I help him up, directing him towards the cock slipping in and out of my mouth, and together we lap at the blood flushed. Above us, his breathing becomes erratic. Thighs bulge and tense. His tummy flattens as he holds his breath. His bell end, deep purple, hot and flushed with blood, swells enormously. He seems to whimper, just a little, before releasing a loud cry of pure pleasure!

Pearly white ropes of hot jizzum leap abruptly from his twitching penis, spraying hotly over our up turned faces and splashing in great white gouts over his belly and chest. My fist pounds his pudenda and his man-milk flies wildly in great looping arcs of tasty protein. Like kittens, we lap up his cream until his cock and tummy are spotless. Then I take my thumb and forefinger and squeeze out the last drops onto the spunk spattered tongue opposite me. He holds it there for me and together with snog once again over the erection, swallowing and moaning in ecstasy as the sperm slips down our throats before scooping up the splashes and drops from our chins, each spooning it into the others eager mouth with the fabulous phallus. It doesn't take too long before Our Virgin, or should I say ex Virgin Clubber, is fully aroused once more. 

I watch fascinated as my partner in fellatio carefully guides this now fully aroused length of man meat up into his bum. Slowly, he slides inch by inch down the rigid pole until he has stuffed the full ten inches into his body and, as he begins to work his hips up and down, I stand up and glance around the Club.

For the first time in a long while, I actually become aware of the pounding music. The flashing of the lights and the pounding of the bass mingle magically with the gasps and groans of pleasure; the heavy scents of man juice and amyl nitrate drift wonderfully in the steamy night air. Above the dance floor, the mighty golden phallus is still swinging purposefully to and fro in time with the music while beneath it a mass of heaving sweaty bodies gyrate and twirl like leaves in a storm. I turn away from our booth and my cock bobs before me like a dowsing rod as I seek out the evening's next experience.

My mouth feels wonderfully gummy with cum and I take a refreshing slug of beer, emptying my glass before placing it carefully on a shelf beneath an empty table. I head towards the glory holes and almost step on a skinny young man lying completely naked on a pile of cushions to one side of the dance floor. His young body is entirely shaved smooth and his eyes grin wildly up at me from behind his sperm marbled face. Thick lumps of creamy semen hang in ropes and loops from his chin, nose and ears. His hair is matted to his forehead in slick sperm-greasy swathes. His chest and most of his belly are similarly decorated. As I watch, two overweight middle aged men approach and begin to furiously masturbate over his prostrate form while he works his hands over his virile body, smearing the slippery mass of cum over his pale flesh, licking his fingers from time to time. It doesn't take long before the sperm is spraying over him again and as another crowd begins to form around him, I continue on my way.

I head directly for the Dairy Wall, skirting the edge of the dance floor and ducking the random advances of horny strangers. Along the foot of the Wall runs a deep luxuriously padded low red leather covered bench and, about a meter away, a parallel gleaming brass rail is set into the floor to support those who prefer to ride a nice hard cock with their bums. Evenly spaced oval openings, about twelve in all, are cut into the wall. Each one is edged with matching red rubber and leather and pinned with brass and chrome studs. To the right of each opening hangs a short cord of brocaded gold silk to draw aside the small satin curtains covering the glory holes, some of which are separated by small mirrored partitions, for those who like to watch themselves, while the more extrovert can choose the unenclosed positions and display their cock sucking skills for all to see; each one contains a small camera and pictures are broadcast intermittently around the club and are available to purchase at the end of the night, like some kind of erotic theme park.

A host of heads are already bobbing rhythmically over a decent line of erections of all shapes, sizes and colors. I gently masturbate as I soak up the scene and, as I watch some well tanned Adonis take a large heavy load in the face, I spy a space through which three semi flaccid cocks protrude, eager for milking. I don't care whether or not I have an open space or a mirrored cubicle, and I'm not fussy eater. I waste no time settling in front of a nice long, fat, brown circumcised cock, hanging loosely through the opening like a python chilling in the breeze. I have never sucked a black man's cock before, not through some bullshit racist principle, but simply because I have never had the opportunity. I must admit though, the fantasy of a white slave man submitting to a black master had my pulse racing a little!

I make myself comfortable and let my breath fall on the deeply tanned flesh. Pursing my lips, I blow kisses along up and down the length of the soft shaft hanging limply in front of semen swollen balls. As I begin to breathe life into this manhood, I reach out and take a gentle grip on each of the two to penises hanging loosely to my left and right; I'm greedy like that.

Quickly, with each hot caress of my moist breath, the testosterone laden blood flows into the gorgeous brown penis before me and gradually, inevitably, it begins to stiffen and rise. I hold out my tongue and, avoiding the exposed darkened tip, I lick up and down the top of the rapidly swelling shaft while simultaneously working my thumbs between glans and foreskins of the two other penises cradled beneath my skilful fingers. Like a snake charmer, I coax his erection into life until is stands majestic before the glory hole, broad and straight and true, like the strong trunk of a mighty tree. I had heard all the legends about the size difference and I can now say categorically that they are entirely untrue. However, although his cock may not be the biggest I have loved, it is certainly the most perfectly proportioned prick I have ever had the pleasure of sucking. I can't wait to drain his balls.

I wrap my lips around the top of his cock and slowly suck his fat sculpted tip into my mouth. At the same time, my fists begin to work the erections to my left and right and, as I pump the thin skin up and down over the stiffened flesh, I can feel my own pre cum cooling my tender skin as it trickles down the front of my hot hard cock. Nimbly, one after the other, I switch from prick to prick, skillfully sucking each one in turn into my throat while always working at least one with my sticky fists. It doesn't take long before my performance begins to draw a small crowd of admirers and hopefuls until eventually, I surrender first one then the other to a watching cum hungry cock sucker.

And now I can focus all my attention on the magnificent specimen of the male sex organ which had first caught this cock connoisseur's eye. Starting at the base of the thick shaft, I slowly drag my tongue up the full length, lingering at the tip and pushing his erection this way and that with my open mouth before beginning again at the base. His erection twitches and recoils at every touch and pre cum flows freely from the delicate slit at the crest of his cock. I tease him like this for several minutes, heightening his arousal and savoring the anticipation, until I am quite sure his balls are aching for release and his bell end is throbbing like a well oiled motor.




Club X



Abruptly, using both hands, I take a firm grip on his erection and pull his shaft horizontal. Another river of pre cum oozes from the tip and I scoop it up onto my tongue before stretching it out into a delightful silvery threat that sparkles and glistens like spun diamond. I withdraw to more fully admire my creation until the chain breaks and swings back to rest on my chin, chest and fingers. With both hands, I grease up his pole with his spilled juices before enveloping his helmet with my lips once again

My tongue, like a soft wet carpet, is laid before this most welcome visitor to my mouth and his cock glides easily over its surface towards the back of my throat; I make a comfortable pillow for its tasty throbbing head and form a good tight seal over his flesh before working my lips up and down his pole. Pre cum juices flow in steady languid waves from his delicious prick and wash over my tongue like a warm salty tide. My spit and his pre cum combine to form an exquisite cocktail! I do not swallow but instead let it fill my mouth, pooling beneath my tongue until I feel I may gag. Then, and only then, do I withdraw and, pulling myself upright, I dribble this specially prepared love potion over his fabulous phallus. Thick and uneven grey and silvery ropes of man juice slip easily over my lips and land wetly on his hot blood flushed skin. Bubbles of spit catch the light and sparkle like trapped stars.

I catch the dribbling mess with both hands as it slips off the back of his erection, like oil over wet chrome and smear it up and down his penis until it glistens and shines like wet leather. My God, I am so fucking hard for his load! Like a wild beast, I launch myself at his meat and feed voraciously on his flesh. I stuff his cock hungrily first into my mouth, then over the back of my tongue. I can feel his tight wiry pubes tickle my nose as I make a scabbard of my throat for his mighty sword. With my free hand, I work my erection while my tongue pushes his cock around my mouth. My cheeks bulge and I swallow hard as my mouth fills with spit and pre cum. My throat feels stretched and my jaw aches a little. I begin to move my head in time to the pounding rhythms from the dance floor. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! I focus on the tip of his cock, lashing it all over my mouth with my powerful tongue.

Oh, God, I need him to unload in me! But then it will be all over, and we can't have that. So, when I feel his bell end begin to swell in my mouth, I stop and, once more, I withdraw. Breathless, I stare up at his gorgeous erection. It stands spit wet and ram-rod stiff, framed on each side by the satin curtains of the glory hole, like a solitary actor holding centre stage, his audience captivated! Tiny bubbles of spit cling to the surface like delicate crystal domes and a tiny vein pulses rapidly as his heart pumps his erection sustaining blood into his shaft. 

Delicately, I drag my teeth over his inflamed manhood, biting gently. I flick my tongue, lizard like, over the base of his helmet. I kiss the fading scar left by his circumcision and let my breath fall lightly over his wet flesh. Stooping a little lower, I lap at his cool heavy balls and rain down gentle kisses all over his genitals. The smell is intoxicating and I can control myself no longer.

I take a firm hold on his powerful pole, my fingers wet and greasy with spit and pre cum. I move my mouth nearer the deep purple dome of his cock and let my breath fall over his wet flesh. I just love the magical smell of a spit wet cock, especially when it's my spit! I wet-up the tip with another large mouthful and, as the thin vein laced skin yields willingly to my sticky fingers' embrace, I flick my tongue lightly over the tip of his cock. I can feel his heart's steady pulse in my hand and, as I begin to pump my fist slowly and purposefully up and down his engorged penis, the uneven texture of his blood swollen love muscle seems to ripple within my grip.

Placing my hands on either side of the glory hole, I lower my head to his erection. Pre cum flows freely from the weeping tip of his penis and I spread it all over the sculpted tip, chasing his cock with my open mouth and savoring the flavor. Using just my lips, I caress every millimeter of his deep brown bell end. From behind the wall, I can hear little moans of pleasure and encouragement as I work my magic. I scoop his cock back into my mouth and quickly draw the full slick length into the back of my throat.

"Oh, yes! That's it," he croons in a breathy whisper. "Don't stop, cock whore!"

And I am. I work his fat cock in and out of my throat, matching my breathing to the movements of my head. My lips slide easily over the velvety texture of his bell end, up and over the ridge before dropping down on to his shaft's silky smooth skin. Then I push them all the way down his erection. As his cock slides neatly into me, stretching my throat, I focus on his filthy words of encouragement as he rains down abuse from behind the wall.

"Ooh, yeah, baby," I gush between mouthfuls, "Cum for me!" Again, I take him into my throat but again I beg for sperm while catching my breath, "Give it to me, my Master! Shoot your hot spunk into my belly. Please!" I can tell by the extra swelling of his cock, that he likes this. So, I continue to suck then beg until I think that he is about to blow.

I grip his cock in one hand while working my own erection with the other. I focus my mouth on the tip of his cock, sucking hard, while pumping my fingers up and down his manhood once more, slowly at first and then faster and faster as I moan like a professional cock slut over his meat.

"I'm a dirty cock whore," I gasp, quite feral with lust and rubbing his cock all over my face. "I want you to cum in my mouth! Shoot that hot stuff all over my face," bashing the tip against my cheeks and chin. He doesn't reply, focusing on his climax no doubt! "Mmm, I want it!"

My fingers are a blur now as they fly up and down his cock. I hold out my tongue and wait, submissive and cum thirsty. Thankfully, I don't have to wait long! His first small load pumps out down the valley at the front of his bell end and is followed almost immediately by a large powerful blast from his impressive love gun. I close my eyes just in time and take it mostly over my forehead and cheek, a little loop hanging wetly against my eyelid.

Beneath my fingers, I can feel the semen pulsing up his cock. Another load lands mainly in my hair and this time I swoop down, mouth open, and scoop his throbbing erection neatly into my mouth. Almost at once, I am overwhelmed by another colossal amount of cock cream. His cum tastes fabulous and I feel like I might swoon as the heady aroma swamps my senses. Between my lips, his erection throbs and twitches as he shoots his man-milk into my mouth, spraying hot and salty jizz all over my tongue. I gulp and swallow hard and fast, but a little is squeezed from my mouth by the motion of his cock.

Another blast! And another and then I can sense his orgasm coming to and end. His cum coats my mouth and tongue and as I work his cock, I can feel it smearing his semen all over my cheeks. I feel elated as his spunk slips thickly down my throat and into my belly. I gulp greedily, sucking hard, as I drain every last drop of cum from his balls. I run my finger and thumb up the front of his cock to milk his last and a large white dome of semen oozes thickly onto his quivering bell end. I chase it over the glistening spunk marbled surface before swallowing it all down. Then I use his cock to scoop up the sperm from my face, spooning it into my mouth and licking my fingers before kissing good bye to his steadily flagging erection.

And then I'm back on my feet, and heading for the steam room for some hot soapy fun. To my left, the dance floor is really heating up, with three or four groups openly fucking and sucking while others dance around them. The Management usually puts a stop to this but they seem to be turning a blind eye to it, for the moment. A small tight circle of around six or seven hunks and twinks have gathered around some enthusiastic cock sucker who is working each of them in turn and, judging by the blissed-out expressions on their faces, they are each getting a good draining. As I get a little closer, I can see that this particular cock sucker has breasts. Now, this is very strange and a complete break from the usually very strict all male policy. I am intrigued and make a slight detour for a closer investigation, thinking that perhaps she must be a lady-boy but no, this particular worshipper at the Temple Of Cock is most definitely a woman.

Since I developed a taste for boys' bits, I have not had any pussy but this girl looks perfect! Firm rounded breasts, long tanned legs which go all the way up to her perfectly trimmed cunt and an ass to kill for, and at once I know that tonight, I am going to fuck that girl, preferably while blowing another nice hard cock.

To be continued.....



Clubbin'



It was an anniversary. They'd been together for years. They were an open-minded couple, who truly and deeply loved each other. It really showed. They were always kissing and cuddling, in private and in public. They also did more in public. They were daring and open, and exploratory about their sexuality. Sometimes they'd go out, and she would wear the skimpiest clothes she could find, just to turn on other men. It thrilled her to have their hungry eyes on her as she walked, moved, bent over to pick up an "innocently" dropped item. It made her wet and wanton.

He loved it too. There was nothing more thrilling than knowing his beautiful wife was turning other guys on, filling them with lust for her. The thought of her making them want to use her as nothing more than a cum depository made him rock hard. 

They decided to have some spicy fun on their special night together. As she dressed, she thought of how many men would want her, see her, be thrilled by her. She wore a black mini skirt, and black lace thigh high stockings to show off her shapely legs. A pair of 4" stiletto heels jacked her up in back and displayed her beautiful ass. She wore a nearly sheer white top. The dark circles of her nipples were clearly visible through the filmy fabric. She wore no bra or panties. She was out to show her shit. 

He got ready too, a silk shirt, open exposing his hairy chest. Loose fitting chinos to hide his arousal. He also brought a few condoms, and a blackjack just in case. 

They went to an out of the way dance club, where it wasn't likely that they'd run into anyone they knew. 

In the attached bistro, they ate a light supper while they waited for the club to fill up. Soon, there was a decent crowd on the dance floor, dancing to the trance like beats. Were they ever in for a show......

They went to the bar first, she needed a drink for fortitude, as they'd never done anything like what they were doing tonight before. She belted back a shot of Jack, gave her husband a look that would make steel harder, and made her way onto the dance floor. She spied a first victim. She danced towards him and caught his eye with a little spin move that showed the creamy tops of her thighs over the tights. She began dancing close to him, cutting him from the group of friends he was with. She began teasing him, licking her lips, flashing her dark eyes, then laughing and pulling away as he would lean closer. She was shaking to a Kid Rock mix, her ass swaying to the beat. His eyes were devouring her, but she wouldn't let him touch her. Soon, her actions drew the appropriate response, and a telltale bulge grew in the poor guys pants. The song ended, and as she drifted back towards the bar, and her husband, she flashed the back of her skirt at the guy. He stopped dead in his tracks, grinning. But his grin faded as she went to her husband and deeply kissed him. He walked away muttering about fucking cock teases.

A couple songs later she made her way out again. She saw two guys trying to work their way into a crowd of hot girls, but they weren't paying them much attention. The song was a beat heavy rap, good for grinding. She stood between the two guys and started shaking to the music. Both guys looked at her, she looked at them, and with a twinkle, the three started gyrating. She turned from one to the other, grinding up and down on their thighs, while the guy in back ground against her ass. One was blder than the other, and when her back was to him, he started rubbing her ass. He noticed the lack of panties then, and tried to sneak a finger up her snatch. She spun and wagged her finger in his face saying, 

"Not yet dirty boy." She danced even closer to them, grinding her ass on one guy's crotch, and grinding her crotch on the other guy's thigh, then switching. They were both getting bolder now, grabbing her ass when they could, rubbing her ass, and one managed to get three fingers inside her once when she backd right into his hand. She ground down hard on him as he frigged her soaked cunt. 

As the song came to an end, they tried to steer her towards a dark, corner booth, but she just thanked them for the dance, and met her husband at the bar. Turns out he'd been a busy boy too. A petite brunette was right up close on him, they were talking with their heads close together, and she could tell my her motions that he had a finger in her snatch too. She walked up and kissed her husband, and leaned into the girl, whispered something to her, and kissed her too. Their tongues met and both shivered a little. A slow dance came on, and she and her husband went out to the floor. She ground her pussy against his bulging cock, and left a damp spot on his crotch. 

They moved to the center of the floor, both his hands on her ass, and her arms locked around his waist. Guys and girls all around were looking at them now. The guys with envy, and even some of the girls too. Every now and then, he'd lift the back of her skirt to show the crowd her pert little naked ass. Her pussy was so wet, the insides of her thighs had a sheen in the flashing lights. After the dance, they moved to the dark corner booth, ordered drinks, and started making out. From the raised platform, just about every body could see that she wasn't wearing panties, and he had his hand busy on her clit. A couple of guys who'd been watching the show made their way over. 

One asked, "Mister, that's some fine looking pussy, mind sharing the wealth?" 

He replied, "You'd have to ask her." 

So he did, and she asked the two to join them. As they chatted, the one nearest her took over fingering her snatch while she kissed her husband. Soon things got wilder. She moved to the back of the booth, and invited one of the guys back so she could sit on his lap. She got a condom from her husband, and opening the guys pants, slid it over his cock using her mouth. She then got up and sank herself down on his cock. She began moving back and forth in time with the music, and soon the guy had his head thrown back and grunted twice, filling the rubber. She had come once too, and was ready for more. She invited the other guy to take over, and repeated the performance. Soon, he too had spent himself.

They mumbled their thanks, and left the happy couple alone again. Just then, the girl that he'd been finger fucking came over. He ordered her a fresh drink, and deposited her on one side of him, his wife on the other. It was his turn now. His wife pulled out his cock, and the girls took turns ducking under the table to suck on it. He looked around the club, saw how many people were watching the live sex show in the back, and grinned. Soon he couldn't hold out and blew his wad in the stranger's mouth. She lifted her head from under the table, wiped her lips with one hand, and slowly brought his cock back to life with the other. Then she too stood up, prepared to give him the ride of his life. With her back to the crowd, she straddled his hard cock. She leaned back on the table and he grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. 

He bucked his hips as she ground around and gyrated. Soon both were ready to blow! She was panting now, as his wife's hand had found her clit and was flicking it incessantly. He started panting, and soon exploded inside her. She came too just then, as his cum blasted deep inside her, and just as the song ended, the young lady cried out in orgasm over the now quiet dance floor. All eyes were now upon the spectacle in the back of the club. The beautiful young lady lifted herself off of his slowly flagging member, and with a mischievous grin, she wiped it off with her hand before making her way to the ladies room.

Just as the couple got themselves composed, a bouncer came up and politely asked them both to leave, before a riot started. Several guys had gotten the impression that an orgy was starting, and the club management wanted to kill the mob mentality before it had a chance to begin. They left quietly, arm in arm, and their heads together as the giggled about the stir they'd just caused. 



Clubbin'



I was going to the club that night with one mission. I just got out of six-month relationship with a guy I had nothing in common with sexually. He was boring, dull, and honestly—he couldn't please me how I needed to be pleased. I'll never make that mistake again. Anyway, I needed so badly to get laid—Hot, hard, and rough. So, I stepped in the door wearing a very revealing black halter top and white micro-mini skirt. Some might call it slutty, but hey, I was going to act slutty tonight. 

I had never been to the club alone before, but I really liked noticing all the eyes on me as I walked through the door. I took a few quick glances around the room, checking out all the cute guys in the club. But then I stopped myself...I just looked at a guy and called him cute in my head. I didn't want a cute guy tonight—I wanted a HOT guy. The idea from the start was one night, and never talk to or see the guy again. I wasn't going to be all nice to any guy that hit on me tonight either. I was going to get what I wanted, when I wanted it.

Even as I walked back to the bar just a minute or two after I entered the club, I got hit with a few of the typical lame pick-up lines. All of which, by the way, I blew off immediately and didn't give any of the not so perfect 10 guys a chance. Then I saw him—the guy I wanted. And there was an empty seat by him at the bar. So, I made my way over casually and sat down beside him, checking him out even before I got to the seat. He was about 6'4, totally fit, and perfectly muscular. 

I turned to him and gave him a little flirtatious grin as I said "Hi," which came across a little more innocently than I had intended. However, my worries that my greeting hadn't been impressive enough were immediately put out when the "Well hello there, gorgeous," response came out of his mouth, and his eyes wandered all over my body. 

It wasn't really like me, but I couldn't help but to blush a tiny bit as he said that, I guess I was just a little out of practice. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked me with a smile on his face, as I'm sure there was a wide grin of approval on mine as well. Now normally, I would have accepted his offer and started a nice conversation with him that may have led to something later on in the night, but tonight was different. I decided to just put myself out there.

"Well gorgeous, you could, but I'd rather have you get me a drink out of your refrigerator." I said as I licked my lips seductively, just enough for him to see. I could already feel my heart beating faster and the adrenaline starting to rush through my body.

With a surprised but very satisfied look on his face, he gently put a hand on my thigh. "I...I don't even know your name."

"Maybe I'll tell you in the morning babe...but, don't count on it." I said to him as I started to stand up. Either he'd follow me or be an idiot, but either way it wouldn't matter. There were plenty more guys out there if he didn't want to hook up with me. Somehow though, I had a feeling this would be the guy who's bed I'd wake up in the next morning. And it turned out I was right, as following not even a step behind me was this perfect stranger, whom I knew nothing about, and would hopefully never know anything about, really. I reached my hand out just a little bit for him to take as we made our way out of the club, me leading by just a little bit the whole way. 

We flirted heavily on the short five minute drive to his house. His hand slid up my thigh as he drove, I'm sure he could feel the wetness building over my lacy boyshorts. Besides that though, it was a little awkward, as I really had no idea what to say to him--Well, other than the fact that I wanted him to bang the hell outta me, that is. I just stared over at him and caught a couple glances back from him as I lusted after everything about his body.

I opened my own door to get out of the car, not giving him a chance to be a polite gentleman and open it for me. After all, I didn't want him thinking that this would lead to any kind of a relationship. We did hold hands as we walked into the house; however it was more so him wanting me in his bed more quickly than it was a romantic gesture.

He unlocked the door; we quickly walked into his house, up a flight of stairs, and into his bedroom. He pushed me firmly back onto the bed, and I bounced up just slightly after hitting the firm mattress. I leaned up a little so I could take off my halter top, getting it quickly over my head and throwing it to the floor. Almost immediately after I got it off, he landed beside me on the bed, before rolling over on top of me, propped up by a hand on either side of my shoulders. I slid both hands under his shirt to take it off, pulling it almost too eagerly, as my nail scratched against his face as I did so. 

God his abs were sexy. My eyes just feasted on his rock hard abs, broad shoulders, and deep blue eyes as they stared straight into mine. This was exactly what I so desperately wanted—no—what I desperately needed. The thoughts just raced through my head as the feeling of pure sexual lust returned to me for the first time in over half a year. 

Within a matter of seconds we were both naked, adrenaline rushing through both of our bodies, already starting to breathe heavily from just the thought of what was about to happen. He leaned down and gave me the hardest, deepest, most passionate kiss I'd ever felt in my life. I wrapped my arms around him and placed my hands on his hips as I pressed his body down towards mine, just enough for his already nearly fully erect cock to brush against my wet pussy lips. 

I could hardly take the anticipation any longer as his tongue and lips went wild on my face and neck, biting into my neck a little more than gently. Breathing heavily, I moved my hips upward, and I felt the head of his cock gently part my pussy lips. We both let out a little moan as he entered me.

As just the head of his cock was inside me, he suddenly thrust his hot, hard, luscious body down onto mine, driving his cock deep into me. I just screamed out loudly as he violently thrust into me. "Ohh, Godddd" I just belted out as I gripped onto his hips and pulled him even harder onto me. My nails scratched into his skin with every movement, and my pleasure got greater and greater with every thrust. I hadn't felt anything like this in forever and I loved every second of it. 

Our eyes seemed to devour each other's body as he continued to thrust down, in and out of me rhythmically. Loud moans escaped my mouth as his cock rammed into me over and over and he moved his right hand down to my throbbing clit. The steady pace continued as I thrust my hips upward towards his cock, now with him gently circling my clit with his index finger. 

I couldn't believe I was already feeling like I was about to orgasm, but it had just been that long since I'd been taken care of like this. I gripped onto his hips hard and pushed him down on me as I felt my pussy start to convulse. My mixed moans and screams got even louder as I climaxed, squirting cum all over his throbbing cock. As I did so, I sent him over the edge too as I thrust up into him, holding there with his balls against my pussy lips. His cum blasted deep inside my pussy, as he grunted and moaned somewhat loudly. 

"Ohh yess...fuuccckk", He half-moaned as his body collapsed on top of mine. I kissed him gently on the lips as he fell on top of me, before he rolled carefully of me and laid down beside me. I knelt up on the bed, moving myself lower and leaning down to suck the juices and cum off of his cock, cleaning him off nicely. I put his cock between my lips, running my tongue along the entire length of the shaft as I cleaned off every last drop of our juices from him, before propping myself up on the headboard and licking my lips.

I ran my hand through his hair gently as both of us finally started to catch our breath. "Wow", I thought to myself, as it just started to set in that I just had my first one-night stand. I had no idea what the right etiquette was, or what I should do next, but I knew that I couldn't attach myself emotionally to him at all, so I decided that I had to leave right then and there. I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed, starting to get my clothes on.

"What, you're leaving baby....You were amazing, please stay hun I want to get to know you."

After getting my skirt, bra, and halter top back on, I walked over to his side of the bed. "I'm going hun...you were great, that's what I really needed."

He looked a little shocked that I would just get up and leave, but hey, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. So I got up and left, walking out of his house feeling refreshed and better than ever.



Clubbin'



The music is so loud, drowning every sound out and vibrating through my body as I walk into the club. I head toward the stage where there's a band playing. I make my way to the middle of the crowd and can't go any further, everyone is packed together like a can of sardines. I start dancing, swaying with the music. My already short skirt starts riding up my legs, inching up my thighs towards my ass. I feel a presence behind me start to dance in rhythm with me, getting closer and closer until finally my back is pressed up against a very muscular male chest. 

We keep dancing together, never looking at each other. As I lean into him more, I feel his cock pressing between my ass cheeks. I push back as he grinds himself into me. A sudden gust of wind brings a chill as it caresses my wet pussy. I feel his hands on my sides, slowly traveling down to the bottom edge of my skirt and slowly slides the fabric up and over my ass. I reach behind my back and unzip his pants, reach in and pull out his engorged prick.

I push the head of his rather large cock down to the entrance of my pussy and feel it rub his pre-cum up and down my slit while we dance. All of a sudden, he pushes the head of his cock into me, making me cry out in pleasure. He starts to thrust into me, getting an inch deeper with every forward movement. As he gets the last inch in, we stop moving, and I just enjoy the feeling of being so filled. As if on cue, we start moving against each other, both of us going for what we want he most, satisfaction and fulfillment. 

As the music gets louder, my orgasm builds until its the only thing in my mind. His hand reach around and grabs my left breast, rolling my nipple in his fingers. Thats enough to put me over the edge and my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, my muscles clamping down on his cock send him over the edge and he starts pumping his seed into me. Being impaled on his member and his hand on my breast are the only things keeping me from falling as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me leaving me breathless. 

We stay like that for minutes as we regain our composure. His dick goes limp inside me as me holds me close to him, swaying to the music. As my strength comes back to me, he pulls the rest of himself out of me and pulls my skirt down over my ass. He backs off and leaves. I turn around to see who the mysterious lover was, but there is no way to tell with all the people around.

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Bored. Thats the best way to describe how I feel right now. This club isn't the kind of place I normally go to, but my friends just had to drag me here. So here we are and there they sit, at the bar. The band isn't half bad and they ignore it. They're ignoring me as well. Well screw them. Maybe I can scavenge some of this night for myself. I finish my beer and head for the crowd around the stage. I make my way through the gyrating people and find narrow opening where I can dance to the music. 

I'm not there 5 minutes when this girl squeezes past me and stops right in front of me. She's about 5'5" tall perky breasts, amazing legs, and one hell of an ass. As she dances, her already short skirt does the impossible and rides up even higher on those toned and tanned legs. I bridge the few inches separating us and start dancing with her. As we dance, she leans back into my chest, giving me a nice view down the low-cut top she's wearing. 

The feel of her against me gets me hard, my cock finding its own resting place against the crack in her ass. She leans into me more and shivers, grinding herself against me. I want to see how far I can take this. I put my hands on her sides, bringing them slowly down to the bottom of her skirt. I go slow enough so that if she wanted to stop me, she would. I put my fingers under the edge of her skirt and slowly lift it up and over her ass. Her hands sip down and behind her and grasp my cock in the confines of my pants. She unzips me and pulls out my rock hard cock. 

She arches her back and with a light grip on my shaft, she rubs my pre-cum with the juices on her already drenched slit. She places the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, dancing and swaying around, teasing the hell out of me. I gently push forward and get my cockhead inside of her. Her cry of pleasure goes unnoticed by everyone but me. I didn't realize how tight she was going to be. I barely fit. Not wanting to hurt her, I slowly thrust myself into her, getting further in an inch at a time. I finish inching my way inside her and stop moving for a few seconds and just stand there enjoying the velvety feel of her skin and the tightness of my fit. I pullout a few inches and thrust back inside. She throws her pelvis at me rocking herself on my cock as I thrust in and out of her.

We build up speeding, trying to get as much as possible from each other, her moaning only audible to me in the din coming from the stage. I reach up and grab her breast, finding her nipple easily and twisting it gently inbetween my fingers. She cries out as her orgasm hits her. Her pussy clamps down on my cock holding it in place and taking me over the edge myself. I shoot streams of cum into her tight little pussy as her muscles undulate like waves over my cock.

I hold her there against me, my limp cock resting inside her. I feel that if I let her go, she might fall. After a few minutes she starts to straighten up, so I pull myself out of her and back into my pants. I pull her skirt back down under her ass cheeks and edge off to the side, quickly zipping up my pants. I get about 5 feet away and see her turn around, searching the crown, but unable to figure out who it was that she just shared such an intimate moment with. I slip out of the crown and head back to my friends at the bar. "Having fun?" the ask me.

"Yeah," I reply, "Turned into a pretty good night after all." 



'Clubbin



Hayley Wolfe checked herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time as her friend Magnolia pulled up to the valet. Usually to shy away from the sin vanity, Hayley had to admit, she looked gorgeous. Her usually neck-length red hair had been grown down to the shoulder, her black dress clung dangerously to her thighs and hips, and Open-toed pumps fresh from the shoe store that morning transformed her from punk rock goddess to sexy siren of Belleville.

"You sure you don't want any make-up, Hayley?" Maggie asked curiously. 

"No thanks, Mags. I'm pretty sure I don't need it."

"Cocky tonight, aren't we?"

"Every day of my life."

Maggie handed the keys to her father's Porsche to valet, a skinny man who couldn't be anywhere past thirty, or near it, for that matter. "Make sure you take care of my car, good sir."

The valet stood at attention and nodded his head. "Your car's in good hands, Ma'am."

"Ma'am?" Hayley asked, coming around the corner of the dark Porsche, hips swinging vivaciously. "How gentlemanly. I've always had a soft spot for gentleman." She made sure to toss him a very seductive smile as she walked by. Judging by the way he adjusted his pants very quickly to hide his beet-red face (and probably an erection, too), he definitely would be parking their car with utmost precision. "Is he getting lucky tonight?" Maggie couldn't help but whisper. Hayley shrugged."Maybe. Depends on what happens the night is over."

After a quick flash of their I.D.'s to the burly black bouncer, he pulled back a velvet rope and ushered them inside. Inside what had been called "the nightclub of the century" by several radio djs, Hayley immediately knew why. Maggie let out a low whistle, muttering, "My god, this place is bangin'." 

To the left was a massive bar, with end-to-end shelves of various wines and whiskies. To the right were dining tables surrounded by a couple of HD TVs playing a boxing match. But it was the center of the dance floor that caught their attention. The floor itself was made entirely glass. Under it was appeared to be a moat, complete with swarming sharks.

"Oh, shit, I gotta get on that," Hayley screamed over the music. "You coming, Mag-" One glance at Maggie answered the question for her. She was staring at the sharks under the dance floor, her face turning a sickly shade of green. "I-I think I need some liquid courage." She said, before dashing towards the bar. Suit yourself, Hayley thought to herself, making her way to the dance floor just as Usher's 'Yeah' begin to pump throughout the building.

"Love this song," She said more to herself than anyone within earshot. 

Within moments she found herself lost to the music, dancing nonstop throughout 'Yeah' and 'Party Rock Anthem'. As the catchy beat began to fade out as another song faded in, Hayley began to step off the dance floor to grab a shot of Jack or maybe a Johnny Walker Black, she felt a hand touch her forearm, not to harm, but to get her attention. "Whoa, you can't rock the dance floor like that and just walk away," A voice whispered in her ear. 

The very same voice, with breath of ice, planted a light kiss on the nape of her neck. It chilled her collarbone, but warmed her pussy. She turned her head in mellowed surprise and was not disappointed. What greeted her were clear oceans masquerading as eyes, and dark hair matching a black jean and sweater combo. "At least, not without blessing me with a dance, first."

Hayley was at a loss for words. This man was amazing. "With pleasure," she beamed, and held out her hand as he led her back to the dance floor.

So cool and confident, Hayley thought as she pulled herself close and put her hands around his neck. He hasn't even started touching me, and I'm already soaking. They danced in their own perfect world for so long, she almost didn't hear him whisper, "Will you tell me your name?"

"Hayley. Hayley Wo-" She was cut off when he stealthily bit her neck, Wolfe becoming Wooooah.

"Hayley? Delicious." He whispered his tongue tracing the bone in her neck. 

Her cunt was on fire, she fought the urge to press it against him. "I'm kind of thirsty, do you mind if we get some drinks?"

He pulled back slightly but grasped each of her hands within his own. "Gladly, my girl." Hayley didn't resist as he pulled her though the crown to the two open seats at the bar. He kept talking like that, and damnit, she would be his girl. This was definitely out of Hayley's character. After dominating all the men and women who courted her, it was strange having someone melt her heart and body this easily. It felt wrong but oh so right. She just shrugged it off however. She was sure every Dom wanted to do role reversal with their sub at least once in a while. 

As they sat down, the man called over the bartender. "A Johnny Walker Black, straight up. And for you?"

"The same."

"Oh really?" His eyes pierced her like a knife. "That's hard liquor. Any woman who can handle the Black Label is definitely interesting." As the bartender plunked down two shot glasses of Black Label, the man handed one to Hayley and wrapped his forearm around hers, his shot in hand. 

"To you, my alluring clubgoer."

"And to you, my sexy mystery man."

They tossed back the shots and called for a refill. "By the way, I'm Soren. Soren Pon-" Stealing a cue from him, she pushed her lips to his, a quick release for the pressure she was building up. She pulled back, and whispered, "Soren, how delicious you taste."

He smiled, white teeth, perfectly aligned. "You know, I don't think, I can resist you anymore."

"Then let's stop resisting each other. I think I need to go fix up myself up. You wanna come with?" She asked him without looking, letting her tone tell him what she was really up to."Lead the way." Her cunt throbbing into anticipation, she led him to the nearby bathroom. 

Nightclub bathrooms serve two purposes: Screwing area and puke collector. The second service was in fool swing thanks to lightweight college kids in the male bathroom, but the first service was in full swing in the girl's bathroom. Hayley slammed the stall door and practically threw herself at him. She had been throbbing between her legs since the first time she felt him on the dance floor, and couldn't contain herself any longer. She wrapped her arms around Soren's neck and pushed her tongue deep inside him, while he lifted up her dress and pushed her panties to the side, pushing two fingers deep inside her soaking womanhood. The first thrust alone made her come all over his hands, her cream squirting with each thrust of his fingers. Hayley broke the kiss and buried her face in his shoulders, riding the waves of pleasure rippling through her body. 

Once she finally calmed down, Soren whispered: "Are you ready for more?" Hayley then did something she hadn't done in a while: she begged. "Yes, baby, please give me more, I need so much more," She couldn't believe he had her body so under his command. Never had she felt more vulnerable- and hornier than she had ever been. Pulling out his soaked fingers, Soren began undoing his pants. Hayley started to get on her knees, desperate to take his cock into her mouth, but he only pushed her back up and whispered, "You'll have all the time in the world to suck me off later. Right now I need to get inside you." That had to have been one of the few times a man ever declined a blowjob, but Hayley didn't mind; she just pulled off her panties and tossed them onto the floor while he slid a ribbed condom over his 9 inches. 

Lifting her up and pushing her against the wall for support, Soren spread her legs and pushed, shoving 6 of his inches deep inside her pussy. Hayley lost her breath as he thrusted in and out, in and out, while her sopping wet cunt clamped down on his dick, never wanting to let it go. Wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels clacked as he penetrated her deeper and deeper, soon filling her up to the hilt. She couldn't control herself any longer. She was screaming his name to the heavens, shouting for him to move faster, go deeper, make her come like she never had before.

Soren grunted as he pushed himself deep, coming inside. That set off Hayley, who soon exploded herself, spunk squirting down Soren's dick and onto the floor. She tossed her head back in ecstasy, feeling her body reach levels of pleasure previously unknown to her. When they finally came down, Soren pulled out and let her down, but didn't let go of her hips. Hayley was in a state of semi-consciousness, having never come so hard. She barely registered the lake she created on the floor. Soren half walked, half carried her to the door, no one noticing their exit. When the throbbing bass brought her back to consciousness, Hayley simply asked,

"Will you come home with me?"



Clubbin' with Hubby



I don't think we are atypical of any married couple. My husband and I look to spice things up whenever possible. So when I asked him to take me to a strip club, he didn't really think much about it. He didn't go as often as he did before we got married, but he still knew of a few.

I had preconceived notions of what a strip club was like inside, and was pleasantly proven wrong. The one he chose wasn't fancy, but it was cleaner than I expected. To the left of the front door there was a rectangle stage, with a pole in the center, and a mirror wall on the back side. Straight ahead were some tables and the bar. To the right were some more tables, and some pool tables in another room. The main color was blue, and there were flashing lights mostly around the stage.

We sat at a table, and a waitress took our drink orders. I could see that I wasn't the only female in the club, even besides the dances and staff. There were two women at the bar, and another 3 or 4 at the pool tables. There were a lot more men there though. Some men were sitting at tables getting lap dances, or at the bar talking to the women who had on bikinis. Most of the men were around the stage. There was a tall, light-skin woman on stage, and the men were giving her money liberally.

From our table I couldn't see what she was doing on the floor of the stage, but I could see when she was standing up or on the pole. She had skills. As we sat there, hubby told me how interactions work in the club, and pointed out the VIP section to the left of the stage.

"What goes on in there?"

He laughed, "Pay $20 for every 5 minutes and you'll find out."

"Not tonight," I shook my head. The waitress brought our drinks to the table, and I took a sip. The light-skin girl that was on stage at first was gone, and a shorter one was on. Some of the guys had left the stage area, and were sitting in seats. I took hubby's hand and asked, "You ever had a lap dance?"

"Oh yeah," he smirked.

"How much are they?" I went in my pocket.

"$10."

"Who do you want one from?"

He laughed, "You."

"I don't work here."

He took a drink, "Oh well."

"No seriously, who would you want a dance from? I'd like to see it."

"Do you know what a lap dance entails?"

"I saw "Players' Club', and 'Showgirls'."

He laughed, "Okay."

"For real," I squeezed his hand.

He looked around and chose a dark-skin dancer, with a small chest and big booty, "Her."

She was moving through the club talking to different people and laughing. When she moved close enough to us, I waved her over. "Could you give him a lap dance?"

She smiled, "Sure?"

I looked at hubby, and he looked like he didn't think I would let it go quite that far.

"I'm Licorice, by the way," she said getting him to move his chair out from the table a little.

She started off facing me, and moving her hips sensually on his lap to the music. I tried to see his face, but her body blocked my view of him. She noticed me looking, and grinned a little. I quickly turned my eyes from hers. After a minute or so more, she turned to face him. She moved up and down on her knees, then shifted to put her legs on either side of him. With her lower, I could see hubby's face over her shoulder, and he was enthralled. I moved a little closer, and she had her hands on his face directing it to her small cleavage while grinding her hips on his lap. The song went off. She asked if he was okay, and got up.

"Thank you, Licorice," I handed her the money.

She smiled, "If you want one, its half price."

"Not right now, thanks," I laughed.

"Why not?" Hubby asked when she moved away.

"Just want to throw me in the deep end, huh?"

"You wanted to come to enjoy yourself right?"

I reached over and checked for an erection, "I wanted to see you enjoy it, which you did."

"She worked me up, and you finish me off, is that it?"

"Isn't that the point of these places?"

We laughed and drank some more, watching the interactions, until hubby saw an open pool table. I got some looks as walked back to it, but I wasn't feeling uncomfortable. As we played the game, hubby rubbed his erection across my ass a few times. I made sure to touch him when he was shooting. The waitress who refreshed our drinks saw our interactions and smiled. After the game, hubby gave me a juicy kiss against the table.

"Now you're trying to work me up?"

"Payback," he laughed.

The DJ had been calling different dancers to the stage through the night. He called out Licorice, and hubby saw me look to the stage.

"Want to go up?"

"No," I laughed.

He took my hand and went to the stage. We took two chairs by the side of the stage and watched her perform. She worked the pole as well as the light-skin dancer I saw earlier. Licorice looked right at me as she slipped her top off. I looked away again, covering my laugh with my hand. She went to the floor, laid back, and pulled her legs so that the toes of her shoes hit the floor over her head.

My gasp was a little audible over the music. She looked at me and laughed, and a couple of the guys at the stage looked at me too. "I'm sorry. I never saw that before."

"Then you should give me a dollar," Licorice smiled.

Hubby quickly fished a dollar out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"What do I do with it?"

"You can toss it on the stage, or hold it for her to come get it."

As hubby was talking to me, Licorice saw the dollar in my hand and came over. When I looked at the stage, she was right in front of me, moving to the music.

"What do I do?!"

"Give her the dollar," hubby laughed.

I held it out.

"No!" hubby laughed harder, "Put it in her garter or panty waistband."

I moved to put it in her garter, and she put her hand on mine to hold it on her thigh. She dipped her hips a couple of times, then leaned lose to my ear, "Thank you, sexy."

I put my face in hubby chest until I gained my composure, then watched the rest of her routine. She was very flexible. When she was done we went back to our table and ordered new drinks. By now I was feeling the music and was pretty comfortable. After her stage show, Licorice made her way through the crowd again. Someone else bought a lap dance from her, and I watched. She moved so effortlessly. 

Hubby saw me watching, and rubbed my leg. "Now you see why I picked her, huh?"

"She's good," I nodded. "Do you wish I could do that?"

He rubbed my leg more, "You move your body just fine."

I kissed his lips, "Thanks for lying to me."

"Have I ever complained?"

"Would you?"

"Baby, I've been with some boring women. I would not be married to you, especially for this long, if you were boring."

I kissed him again.

"So, you ready for that dance?" Licorice asked at our table.

I laughed.

"Yes, she is."

Licorice leaned over, "Mind if we go to the VIP area? Still half price for you."

"The VIP area is fine," hubby gave her the money.

"Don't I have a say in this?"

"No," hubby got up.

"Right this way," Licorice started in that direction.

Hubby took my hand and we followed her. The VIP area was a little nicer than the main area – softer chairs and marble tables. She showed us where to sit, and let me get comfortable. Then she started to dance in front of me while the song ended. When the next one started, she danced on me like she did hubby – facing away from me. It was weird enough to make laugh, but I didn't want her to think I was laughing at her, so I held it in. Hubby kept mouthing for me to relax, so I took a few deep breaths.

Licorice reached back and put my hand on her thigh, "See, back here, you are allowed to touch a little." She kept dancing, and I eventually put my other hand on her other thigh. She said, "There you go, Sexy," when she felt it. I could feel the muscles in her legs move as she moved her ass over me. I gave into the moment a little more, and moved my hands higher up her thighs. She moaned and moved even more sensually.

"Having fun yet?" hubby whispered in my ear.

I looked at him and smiled, "Starting to."

After a minute or two more, licorice looked over her shoulder, "Untie me."

I pulled the knot of her bikini top loose, and she slid it off her shoulders. She tossed it aside, then leaned back against me and put her arm around my neck. Her face was near mine, our lips right by each others, and she asked if was still okay.

I tried to sound normal, but my "Yes," came out more intense than I planned. She danced her whole body on mine, and it was a turn on – especially when I looked down her body. her small breasts had flattened out even more, but her nipples stood very erect. I loved playing with hubby hard nipples, but hers were 4 times as big.

She turned her nose to my neck, "I love your perfume."

"Thank you," I whispered. Part of me wanted so bad to play with her nipples, but I was still trying to stay in control.

Licorice got up and turned to face me. Her bikini was a light blue, and when she opened her legs to straddle me, I could have sworn there was a small, dark spot at the crotch. She sat on my lap, and it dawned on me I've never been this close to another woman's chest in this kind of situation before. She put her hands across my shoulders and moved her body slowly to the music.

"Uh, how long have you been doing this?" I tried to deflect some pressure I felt.

"Not quite two years."

"Do you enjoy it?"

She moved her nipples close to my face, "Certain aspects of it."

I felt my tongue lick my lips. "What aspects?"

"I enjoy people who are out of the ordinary customers we get in here; sexy women, or husband who aren't afraid to bring their wives. I enjoy doing special things for special people."

"I'm not special."

She leaned forward and put her lips millimeters from mine, "You paid for your husband to get a lap dance, and he paid to give you this one. That makes you special."

I got real nervous, and stuttered to get my next thought out, "I'm not, uh-"

"I know," she whispered in my ear. "That makes you even more special."

She was a sexy woman, and I was feeling incredibly aroused having her on me. I looked over at hubby, and he wasn't beside us. I tried to look around Licorice, but she grabbed my face.

"It's just us here, Sexy." She held my face, looking in my eyes. "Just you and me."

I know that when I'm in this position with hubby, I love for him to grab my ass – and she did say we could touch back here. I put my hands on her ass, and she smiled. To the music, she'd move up to have her nipples at my mouth, and then back down to have our lips almost touching.

I felt an urge. It built up until I smacked her ass.

"Yeah, get into it, sexy."

Feeling her body move against mine, and her breath on my ears had me feeling really good. I smacked her ass again.

"This isn't your first time, huh?"

I laughed, "Yes, it is."

"Can I make it not be your last?"

"I just asked hubby to bring me here so I could see what it's like."

She leaned to me ear, and licked it this time, "Can I make it not your last?" she asked again.

My hands dug into her ass at the charge she gave me, "Don't do that!"

"Put your tongue out," she directed.

I opened my mouth and let half of my tongue come out. She moved so that her nipples grazed across my tongue. I wasn't expecting that, and looked up at her. She just smiled and did it again.

"Y'know, I've given dances to men, and every once in a while, I'll get one to release in his pants." she laughed but danced on me a little harder. "It's a little embarrassing to them, but it's a point of pride for me. It means I've done a really good job." Her movements got a little more intense, "I've given dances to women, and have never really made that happen. I can't say I've thought to though. But you? Something about you just makes me want to," she looked over her shoulder at the door, then started lifting my top with one hand.

"Is that allowed?"

"You gonna report me to my manager?" she ran her hand up to my chest.

I sighed, "No."

She had me lean forward and slid her hands to my back. I felt her unclasp my bra, and slide her hand under it back to the front. "Is that better?" Her soft, warm hand was on my bare breast; her palm moved gently over my nipple.

I squeezed her ass again, "You're gonna get me in trouble," I moaned.

She leaned back over to my ear, "I want to get you in good trouble, Sexy." She palmed my breasts and ran her thumbs over my nipples as she gyrated her hips in my lap. "I want you to be my first. The very first woman I make cum from a lap dance."

My body was starting to give in, "With your hands up my shirt, this is a little more than a lap dance."

"True; but that's what I'm calling it anyway." She danced and rubbed for a few more minutes, "You're fighting it aren't you? I can tell you are close, but don't want to let go. It's okay, sexy – let go for me."

Her words were adding to the intensity. I dropped my head back with a moan, and saw hubby standing behind us. He had been watching the whole time. I started to ask why he was hiding, but he pushed my head back up – and Licorice's nipple went right in my mouth. She groaned and gave my breast a good squeeze – and that put me over the edge.

I lost control of my body as it shook, and Licorice's breasts muffled my moans.

"Yes, Sexy yes – that's it. Cream them panties!"

The orgasm rolled on for a minute, and as I hit the high point, I bit down on Licorice's nipple. She yelped, then started cumming herself.

"Ohhhh fuck!" she squeezed my breasts until it subsided. She took a deep breath, then sat up and put my bra back in place. "Damn I'm glad you came tonight – literally."

"I never expected this."

"Expectations can be disappointing; you gotta go with what happens," she got up, with a large wet spot at her crotch. "I think I got some on you; I'm sorry!" She rushed behind a counter and came back with a towel and started wiping my thighs.

"It's okay; we're going home now," I said definitively.

She was on her knees, "No, I shouldn't have gone that far. Send me your cleaning bill."

Her wiping my thighs was reigniting me. "Licorice," I grabbed her hand, "I'ma need you to stop wiping me like that. Okay?"

She looked at me, then understood what I was saying, "Sorry." She put her head between my legs, then looked up at me and took a deep breath.

"Stop that!" I laughed.

She got up, "You've got to bring her back," she said to hubby. "I ain't for all that sneaking behind each other's back stuff, so you can't come without him," she said to me.

Hubby gave her a $50, despite her half-price offer. She gave us both a hug, then went through a side door to the dressing room.

Hubby and I made a beeline to the car, and home. When he saw the mess she made in my panties, he got devilish grin on his face. "You know what we should do?"

"What are you cooking up?"

He went to the kitchen and came back with a sandwich bag. "I'm sure Licorice would appreciate the seeing the fruits of her labor."

I was shocked, "Are you serious?"

"Why not?" he put my wet panties in the sandwich bag and sealed it.

""Cause that's nasty."

"How much you wanna bet she doesn't think so?"

"I like those panties!"

"They can be replaced," he rubbed my clit. "I'll mail them to her tomorrow, and I bet she'll be glad to have them."

My pussy was way too sensitive to put up a fight. He rubbed me until I came, then gave me one of his best oral performances ever – and I returned the favor.