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Club

By: jenyes



The club was crowded, very crowded, and I had to squeeze my way in through the entrance. Passing down the short entranceway, multi-colored flashes of light competed with blasts of electronic music both seemingly briefly suspended in the heavy air, made humid and fragrant from the crush of bodies within. The walls painted black further disguise the room, and it alternately looks yawningly huge then claustrophobic tight. This in turn makes my petite frame either negligible in the mass or just large enough to fit in.

I fight my way to the bar where I have to scream at the bartender to try for a drink. I know she saw me, but she's one of these hard dykes that loves-hates my type, unless she's using me for her needs, she hates pretty fems, so she continues to ignore me as she pours and opens and slams drinks down amid the damp bills handed over the bar. Its part of the game, so I decide to play along and instead of raising my arm to get her attention, I stand silent and only watch her; knowing that she will feel my eyes and serve me once she feels like it.

She's not really my type either; I prefer my domme's to be pretty, even if they are hard and demanding in all other ways. She's hard all right. Dark hair cut short and tight to her skull, stocky and muscular, wearing a plaid work shirt with the sleeves ripped off, her jeans dark with heavy boots; if not for the large breasts filling out her shirt, it would be easy to mistake her for a male. Its an image she wants to project, knowing that it draws some fems to her; especially when they see she's packing, the large dildo clearly visible along her upper thigh.

Finally with a twisted grin, she places a drink in front of me. Something I didn't order, hell this is the first time she's acknowledged I'm here, but its strong, not too sweet and free. I take it and sip it as I nod my thanks; she stands before me and looks me over. I see her mind turning, assuming that since I arrived alone I came here looking to get fucked, and deciding – as if it was her decision alone – if she wanted to be the one to fuck me. I sip again before giving her a tiny smile and turning away; the club is full of dykes packing, and their not all working so if I find one more interesting I won't need to return. And if I don't? Well, she'll still be here and something tells me she won't say no.

I move about the club, finishing my drink then mixing into the crowd on the dance floor. Many paired up, but some not, but with even the couples making welcome the singles, I join in and shake my body to both relieve and heighten the sexual tension that brought me here tonight. Sweaty, I make my way back to the bar again where she serves me much faster, sustaining eye contact with me as our mutual lust increases. 

Yes, I could see myself with her. The thought of how she would fuck me taking hold, the strap-on cock never softening or stopping until she herself was exhausted. She would bring me to orgasm several times but that would only be a by-product of her goal of getting herself off, my body something for her to use to gain that end. And that was appealing to me tonight.

I finish my second drink and rejoin the dance floor. Eyes half closed, I press up against the bodies that press in upon me from all sides. I give in to the moment, riding on the waves of music and allow my body to float among them; I'm caressed and I caress back. I'm kissed, and I kiss back. The temperature of the room rising along with my internal heat.

I'm sweaty and hot when the need to pee strikes me. I separate from the crowd before the song ends and start towards the lady's room at the back of the club. I'm halfway there and I can see the line extending back into the room. I don't want to stand and wait so I look about for another option. Recalling an earlier version of this place had a function room with additional restrooms in the basement, I search for the stairway that leads there. Hopeful its still a part of the facility and its existence not common knowledge.

In the dim light, with the stairwell door painted black to match the club walls, the passageway down is all but hidden to anyone who didn't know it was there. Pushing it open, the stairway is dark and I fear its now a dead end. But I enter anyway, my need now great, and once the door closes behind me, a faint glow at the bottom of the stairs appears. I'm apprehensive about going down alone but the alcohol gives me just enough bravo to take a few steps down. I stop and listen but its silent, well as compared to the music glaring behind me, so I chance a little more and go down further.

The stairway turns and a neon sign at the bottom of the steps lights up the lower floor. Its not much, but it does reveal the function room just as I remembered. Just as my eyes are adjusting to the light, a movement startles me and I start to turn. Then I realize the sound accompanying the movement comes from two women locked in an embrace in the shadows. A spark of light and a cigarette is lit; no, not a cigarette, a joint, which is drawn upon then passed over to the couple who pause long enough to take a hit.

A voice now, asks what I want and, after I respond, tells me the bathroom is still open but its not lighted. I'm told I can use it if I like. Passing by the small group, I'm offered the joint and I take a hit. I hold it as I continue on and enter the dark room.

I stand inside the almost total blackness, begging my vision to improve just enough to allow me to find the stalls and relieve myself. A covered window high up the far wall admits the barest memory of light but after a while my eyes adjust enough for me to move gingerly about. My hands extended out I find the row of stalls and I push to find the opening. 

The first door doesn't give and I move to the next one. It swings open and I go inside; checking without hope for some paper and amazed when I find a roll. I tear some off and wipe at the seat, fearing to touch it either with my fingers or my ass. I plop myself down with my panties around my ankles. My piss strong, I almost sigh as relief floods me. 

In the quiet darkness, my mind buzzed, I relax as I begin to plan the remainder of the night. The hour late, I won't have to wait too long for the bartender if that's my choice otherwise perhaps one of the dancers...

I'm frozen in place as I hear sounds coming from the next stall; shuffling sounds, and I think mouse...or rat! A desire to scream is building in my chest when another sound follows, but this one familiar, the whispering of lovers between kisses. My heart still pounding in my chest, I take a deep breath and try to calm my mind; feeling a bit foolish but, at the same time a bit curious, my voyeur coming out, as to what might be going on beside me.

Finished urinating, I quickly wipe and reach down to pull up my panties. Doing so, I can't help it, and I lean down further than necessary and glance under the stall wall, my eyes now adjusted enough to make out at least the outlines of shapes. I see two sets of feet, one behind the other, facing the stall door and obviously with both pressed up against it.

Twp sets of feet in heels, with legs bare or at least they are wearing skirts or dresses. Then I notice that the front foot of one has a pair of panties draped over it. As I stare, doing all I can to make this out, I hear them again; kissing mostly but also movements, and my mind tries to match the sounds with the movements that might make them.

Hands moving over each other's bodies? No, not bodies; maybe a body. With their positioning, the one in front would be hard pressed to caress the one in back. It must be the caresses of the one in the rear, but what is she doing?

Listening as intently now as I am staring, I hear a low grunt, followed by, "She's still there."

Another voice, "I don't care." And the stall wall creaks with the next movement.

"I hope she looks."

Looks? Looks?  How can I look?  My head swimming, suddenly finding the situation very erotic. Two women, locked in an embrace in the tight, dark confinements of a deserted ladies room, engaged, or about to engage, in a sexual act, and they, or one of them, wants me to watch. My inner voyeur takes charge and I find myself on my knees, forgetting that I could be kneeling on a nasty, filthy floor. Thankfully its not and I'm soon crouching down, peering under the partial wall.

Oh what did she give me to drink? Smiling as the image of what I am doing briefly flashes in my mind.

The sounds from the adjoining stall begin to increase, the stall again creaking, cracking; bodies pressing against it.

Soft kisses, not on lips but perhaps on the neck, along with a moan soon follow.

"Is she looking?"

"Yes...I think so."

The feet in front are spread wider than the feet behind. As I look, the woman in front steps them further apart; the near foot within my reach as I turn my head, trying to look up, to see who my half hidden playmates might be. No luck, I can only see the lower portions of their legs; but I can make out that they are moving ever so slightly. Both bodies barely moving, but definitely moving, as I watch.

The movements becoming stronger, the one behind leading.

"Is still still there? Watching?"

"Ummmm, yes."

"Good. Tell her."

Maybe its my imagination but I swear the woman in front just shuddered. Without thinking – again – I reach out my hand, and I touch her ankle. With that, she does shudder; and my fingers go round her ankle.

"She's...touching me."

The stall creaks again, both of their bodies pushing forward.

"Tell her."

I hear the woman moan and her hands clutch at the top edge of the metal door; in my mind, I can see her clinging to it and my fingers tighten about her leg.

"She's fucking me."

"Yes I am."

The movements again picking up pace, the words filling in some of the blanks of what I'm hearing and not seeing. 

"Fucking you how, where?"

"In my ass...."

Now a sharp gasp fills the air, the gasp coming from me. The sudden knowledge of what it going on taking on added kink with them telling me. My fingers working, caressing the ankle, wishing I was caressing them elsewhere. 

"You love being ass-fucked don't you baby?"

Loud, sharp bangs coming now from the stall, as the pace quickens even more. I can't see them but still... Wondering how big the dildo is, and is she getting all of it up her ass?

"Yesssssssssssssss." The word hissed out, but done so to stress the truth of the answer and the question.

I run my hand up and down her leg now. All three of us moving together. One being filled and fucked harder and harder. My presence adding to their pleasure of the act. And my taking pleasure in being a, sort of, witness. Knowing now when this ends, I will practically throw myself at the bartender; and once in her bed, I will offer my ass to her and beg her to fuck me there.

The metal wall shaking now, their efforts redoubled, almost violent as they rush towards conclusion. The feet behind going up on her toes, filling the other's ass.  Flesh slapping into flesh as they fuck hard and fast.

One cries out, followed by the other. A few, last slams against the wall and they stop. I hear deep, swallows of air and whimpers of fulfillment as they settle down. These are followed by a twisting of the feet out of my grasp as they move into a new embrace; facing each other. 

I hear them kissing as the harness and strap-on drop to the floor. I'm about to stand to leave when miss front feet drops down to her knees before miss behind.

"Oh yes baby, you know what I need."

I can't see them, but I know she's positioned herself to give oral pleasure to her lover. Her lover who just anally penetrated her. This knowledge confirmed by the wet sucking sounds that fill the room.

I listen a minute longer, to the gasps and sighs coming from the standing woman, until they've changed to deeper and more needful ones. Until she cries out again, cumming in her girlfriend's mouth; her reward for giving her ass to her lover.

A few minutes later, I've left the stall and just about to exit the bathroom, the door half pushed open with my hand, when they come out from the stall. The neon light from the stairway casts just enough for me to make them out. Both fem, but one clearly domme and older. They both smile at me and the older one gives her lover a quick, sharp slap on the ass.

"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Judy and this is Jenny."  

Club 1369



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*

I climbed out of my pickup truck and headed to the entrance to the building. My leather mask was snuggly fit to my face with the elastic band as I opened the door to enter. On the outside, it looked like a small office building; around it were several large warehouses for other businesses. No one would recognize it as a club unless they knew what was inside the building at address 1369 Dutch Elm Street.

I had been here only once before, two weeks earlier and spoken to the one who ran the get together that had rented the place for their monthly get together. Though they were a gathering of swingers, the main reason for Club 1369 was for dominant and submissive couples into BDSM. I, at the time, was mostly interested in learning more about this side of the club.

As I paid for my entry to the event, an older gentleman in much better shape than myself came to me, recognizing me even with my mask, thanks to the distinctive clothes I normally wear.

"Mark, good to see you again," Jim said, reaching out his hand in greeting.

"Glad to see you too, sir," I replied, shaking the offered hand and feeling the strong grip that he had. "Are you doing a scene tonight?"

"Actually, I am. Liz is in the room right now, setting everything up and making sure all the items are here. Will you be watching?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. Is this Liz?" I asked as a woman walked up, her black collar with a leash hanging from it.

"Yes, this is her," Jim responded as he took the end of the leash from Liz's hand. Liz, this is Mark and he's looking forward to watching our scene tonight."

"I'm glad to meet you sir," Liz said, slightly bowing her head to me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Liz," I replied, nodding in return. I understood Liz was Jim's submissive and being called "sir" even though I was younger than her was Liz's way of showing respect.

"Mark, come by the room just a little before we start and I'll let you sit inside so you don't have to stand at the door."

"Thanks, Jim. That would be an honor."

The couple left the entrance hall and I made my way to the dinning area of the club to find myself a drink and something to munch on for the moment. I walked around with my cup in hand, sipping on the ice water and entering the many different rooms. It was still early and there was very few people wandering around; but already the music was pounding its beat inside.

As the time ticked away, the crowd began to grow. To make sure I did not lose my opportunity to get a good seat, I kept close to the door to the room where Jim and Liz were setting up their instruments. Finally, Jim looked up toward the door and motioned for me to come to him. I walked up to the door and he pointed to one of the two seats in the room. I nodded my thanks again and took the seat so I could learn more about this new world to me.

Liz stripped down to her bare skin and took her place in the center of the room, her back to the door and myself. Jim moved to stand in front of her and placed a blindfold around her head. As she stood there, he took Liz's hands one at a time and raised them above her head. He placed each into a wrist cuff that had hand grips on them. These were hooked to opposite ends of a bar that was hanging securely from the ceiling on a chain.

Jim then placed a cuff on both of Liz's ankles and hooked each one onto another bar that caused her to spread her legs a little more than shoulder width apart. He stood before Liz after this and leaned forward, whispering something into her ear before moving away. I thought I saw her lean toward him as if trying to give him a kiss, but Jim had move away before she could.

Jim began his work at this point, letting his hands start off caressing the front of Liz's body. I could hear her soft breathing begin to deepen and at times when I thought that maybe Jim was pinching her nipples or pulling roughly on them, Liz would moan a little. His hands caressed her body all over the front; but on occasion he would take them away from her before bringing them back to her body.

I felt the cool air in the dungeon like room and figured that the way she slightly whimpered when he took his hands away; she was missing the warmth they offered. Jim reached over to the large table in the room as one of his hands slid down her front to her thighs and picked up a couple of items that any person could recognize...clothes pins.

He held them in his hand as the other caressed Liz's legs softly and gently, sometimes touching her groin, eliciting a deep moan of desire from Liz. He did this a few times with just one hand; then he brought the other hand between her legs as she raised her hips to his already caressing other hand. Her hips slightly jerked as he closed the padded ends of the clothes pins on each lip of her labia. Her sounds went from mewling pleasure to a slight groan of pain, but her hips did not leave the area where his hands still touched her inner thighs.

I had learned from speaking with Jim and a couple of other dominants that what they do is throw the sense off balance by changing the nerves from receiving pain and pleasure when it's least expected. Done properly, the submissive can enter what some have called sub-space, others would call a euphoric high, a rush, or just pure bliss. Liz was certainly on the trip down that road already and Jim was going to lead her.

Jim moved away from her and I noticed again that he did not seem to notice I was there any longer. His entire focus was now on Liz, as it should be, he explained to me before this night. He walked over to the table and picked up one of the floggers lying there, and I was glad that he had showed me his tools before this event on a previous night.

I watched as he took his position behind Liz and began to swing the soft leather of the flogger, just barely touching her rear end with a slight up swing before swinging it fully around and bringing it down on her upper back. Each touch on Liz's ass made her raise it up, exposing her back to the flogger's true strike on her back. Moans of either pain or pleasure, my own ears could not really tell, came from Liz with each touch of the many strips on her flesh.

Jim wasn't hitting her hard, at least it didn't seem like I would consider it hard myself; but I wasn't on the end of his swings. I could tell from the way Liz reacted, it was a little painful, but she didn't try to escape it too much at the moment. Just when I thought Jim was getting into a rhythm, he changed it and began to swing the flog in a sideways figure eight pattern, catching Liz's upper back with each stroke, now a little harder than before.

Liz was now trying to walk in the tips of her toes forward to escape the sting of the flogging, but with her bindings, she was unable to escape from it. Being the man that I am, and not liking to see a woman in pain, I almost left so that I wouldn't see anymore; but when Jim stopped swinging the flog and moved up to Liz, I remained seated out of curiosity to watch what he would do next.

The one hand holding the flogger raised high and he let the tips of the soft leather strands just caress her reddening back, as he leaned forward and blew on her skin. The sounds Liz made this time were definitely those of someone that was enjoying the feelings they were receiving. I understood then that the tips of the flog were soft and must feel like many gentle fingers caressing Liz's tender flesh as Jim's cool breath moved across the heated area that had been beaten.

Liz began to relax back onto the bottoms of her feet as Jim moved away and set the flogger back on the table and picked up another one. This one with several strands that I knew where leather as well, but much more coarse than the one he had just set down. He once again moved up close to her and let the edges of the many tips drag gently along her upper back. Quickly, he pulled it away from her back and swung it with what had to be a stinging blow from the upper right down to the left.

I flinched at the sudden movement, and I had seen Liz do the same but she quickly recovered when the tips of the flogger caressed her skin again. She moaned with the gentle touch of it before it was once again quickly used to sting her back once more, this time from the upper left to the lower right.

I didn't flinch this time or shut my eyes; and I noted that Jim was true to his word. He never let the strikes hit anywhere below the middle of the back; as he had explained to me before that it could cause injury to Liz's internal orgasm. I had also noticed that the initial strike may have stung some, along with the dragging of the leather cords when the crossed her back; but the soft caress between each strike was tender and gentle and these must be throwing Liz's senses off track.

Jim moved back to the table, and laid the flogger back down, picking up paddle made of two straps of soft leather. He moved beside and just behind Liz and touched her buttocks with the paddle. Liz jumped at the touch, as if she had just been struck, even though it was just a touch. She relaxed and was rewarded by an actual hard slap on one cheek with the paddle. She apparently tried to remain still when Jim touched her buttocks again, but her body still responded automatically and moved at the soft touch. When she relaxed, Jim gave her another swat on the opposite cheek.

Liz's back side was beginning to grow red with several swats from the paddle before Jim just held it to her back cheeks. Liz no longer moved away from it and even seemed to press toward it. I could hear her voice moans again, not sure if they were from pain or pleasure; and from her body's actions, I didn't think she could really tell anymore either.

Jim moved the paddle up her flesh with soft pats of it, tapping along her back and upper shoulders, and then moving back to her ass before giving her a couple more swats with it, for good measure, I guessed.

Jim then put it down and grabbed two floggers at once. He had shown these to me with some pride. The many wide straps on them were very soft, but they were also very heavy. He took one in each hand and softly lowered them onto Liz's red back, letting the soft material caress her skin again. He let them slide down then back up her back, eliciting a moan of approval from Liz before letting the straps hang across her shoulders and the handles hang over her shoulders.

Liz leaned forward so that the floggers would remain in place and Jim used this chance to grab a long plastic looking rod called a cane and touched the inside of Liz's thigh with it. From my vantage point, I watched the cane slide up between her legs and connect to one of the clothes pins that I had forgotten about. From Liz's reaction, she had forgotten about them too until the sudden stimulation of them being touched by the cane reminded her.

She rose up on the ball of one foot and when Jim switched to the other inner thigh, she switched her weight to the ball of her other bare foot. I watched her do this little dance as Jim began to swish the cane back and forth, just tapping the ends of the clothes pins with it as he swatted the inside of her thighs. I figured that at the moment, Liz must be receiving a fair amount of pleasure and pain at the same time from the way she kept swinging her hips and moaning aloud.

Just as Liz's breathing seemed to getting ragged, Jim stopped his torture on her thighs and pussy's lips and put the cane back down. As he moved, he picked up another flogger but the straps on it were made out of a very soft fur. It looked like maybe it was rabbit fur, but I had never asked. Jim moved in front of Liz and reached up to her head. His hand reached around behind her and grabbed a handful of hair and made her stand up far enough that he could get to her body but not so far as to case his floggers still on her shoulders to fall.

I watched from my position as he once again used the soft straps to gently caress her skin. I figured that he was moving it across her breasts and between them as he moved his hand side to side. Liz moaned with pleasure then a slight yelp and jump of her hips made me change the direction of my eyes. Looking down, I saw that Jim's hand, that had been holding her head in place, was playing with the clothes pins, just barely moving them and knocking them together. Liz moaned more and yelped less as her body seemed to give into his attention.

I thought I saw her lean toward Jim; and it was then that I could feel some form of energy in the room I had not noticed before. Liz was giving herself over to Jim; and he was accepting it. His let her head touch his shoulder as he reached leaned to her ear and whispered something to her. I couldn't hear his words but her reaction was quick. Her body shook and her moan was loud.

Jim took a small step from her and I saw in his hand the two clothes pins. He then returned behind Liz and pressed his body to hers. One hand reached the back of her head again, grabbing her hair and holding her in place as his other reached around and possibly played with her breast. I heard her moan again and whimper as I expected he massaged, pinched and pulled on her nipples.

When he stepped back from her again, his hands slid along her skin and up her back. They reached the handles of his two larger floggers and gripped them. He pulled them slowly over her shoulders and Liz leaned forward so the soft straps could caress her back. Jim let her have this soft touch before he began in earnest with the strokes.

His arms, wrists and hands worked with the floggers as if they were just an extension of his body. He swung them in opposite figure eight patterns for a bit, then held one behind his back as he just worked one for a little while. His swings were gentle arcs so that the straps would land hard and stroke across her back, causing her flesh to heat with the sensation.

Jim's flicking wrists then stopped with the strikes suddenly and slowly brought the straps in a gentle upward stroke, letting them first touch Liz's ass cheeks before caressing up her flesh and to her shoulder. He did this several times and I could see that Liz hadn't moved. Before, her body reacted to each stroke of such events. She would either jump to escape the sudden touch of material on her flesh or lean into it, even when it was striking instead of caressing. Now she stood still as the caress carried up and down her back and I thought about how she didn't seem to have moved even when he was flogging her with them.

As I thought about this, Jim continued to caress her back and buttocks before giving the upswing again that touched her buttocks and swung the back swing over and down her back again. Liz seemed to sway with these strokes and gentle tap on her lower backside. I watched her sway then stand still for a second as Jim watched. He would then touch her again the tips on the buttocks and strike down the back. Each time, Liz seemed to sway more and take more time to steady herself.

Jim seemed to notice this and he moved to set his two floggers down, the whole time never taking his eyes off Liz. He moved up behind her again, and placed his hands on her upper back, just barely touching the flesh. Liz only began to sway even more and more with each gentle touch of his fingers. Jim would just touch and pull his hand away as Liz swayed even more.

In the blink of an eye, Jim showed how in tune he was with Liz. He jumped behind Liz before she even began to fall back. He caught her in his arms and reached up to her cuffed hands. He had shown me previously how the quick releases worked and I learned how important it was at this moment for them to be that easy to release the sub. As her hands were freed, Jim took a knee then sat on the floor, holding Liz close with one arm as his other hand worked quickly to release her ankles from the bar holding the spread apart.

As soon as he had them freed, Liz's legs bent and she curled into a fetal position in Jim's arms and relaxed in his loving embrace. His hands stroked her hair and cheeks as he removed her blindfold. He looked into her eyes and they both must have loved what they were looking at as both giggled. I felt the sense of possession between the two of them and didn't know if I should stay or go during this part of their scene.

Feeling a bit out of place now, as the two of them loved one another in a manner that was beyond physical touch, I stood up and began to walk out when I felt a hand take mine. I looked around and a woman sitting in the other chair stood with me. I never saw her enter the room or cross in front of me to sit down. I had not noticed the beautiful woman, now holding my hand, until this moment.

"You will be mine," she said to me, leading me by my hand.

*

Copyright 2008 by Jason Morris. All rights reserved.



Club 18-22



All characters are over 18.




"Ola, hello, welcome to club 18 -22, I am Miguel and I am your pimp for the week," the sun bronzed Spaniard announced as he walked into the girl's room. 

Sandra laughed drunkenly and said, "Oh right, Pimp eh, maybe your English isn't too brilliant?"

"Pimp, he said Sand!" Irene replied equally drunkenly, "Because if he's our pimp that makes us."

"Prossies!" Sandra exclaimed, "Sluts, bring it on!"

"Que?" Miguel replied.

"Boys, bring 'em on, that's what we came for!" Sandra insisted.

"Boys, men, chop chop," Irene laughed, "Just a minute I'll slip into something more comfortable," and she hoisted her tee shirt over head, "Never seen tits before?" she queried as Miguel stared.

"Call those tits, these are tits," Sandra declared and she hoisted her tee shirt over her head and popped her DD breasts out of her bra cups, "What's up Miguel?"

He looked very uncomfortable, "You want fucked?"

"Well we didn't come for the ballroom dancing!" Irene declared, "Find us some boys!"

"Chop Chop," said Sandra, "Bollocks, where's the bog? I got gyp," and she went off to throw up

It all started nearly two months earlier back in Yorkshire when Irene found a club 18 - 22 leaflet in the College Library, she showed it to Sandra, "Look, a week in the sun for just a hundred and fifty quid," she laughed.

Sandra looked carefully and spoke her thoughts, "Sun, sex and,"

"Sunburn! It has to be better than Skeggy." Irene jokingly made reference to the East Yorkshire North Sea resort of Skegness, famous for it's icy winds and frequent rain.

"We're going to Bridlington, to watch the sunrise." Sandra said, "Again."

"Maybe, now we're eighteen, we could like?" Irene suggested, "In the holidays."

Irene broached the subject of a week in Spain with club 18-22 when she took Sandra home for tea after before choir practise on Thursday .

"You're not going," Mrs Braithwaite told Irene straight out when she asked, "Club 18-30 holidays what ever next!"

"But it's not our Mam," Irene insisted, "It's club 18-22 and its completely different, look there's phone number and they do mentoring and everyone has to be in their room by eleven at night!"

"And its very reasonable price considering," Sandra, Irene's friend from college insisted.

"I wonder how they do it." Mr Braithwaite said as he looked at the flyer the girls brought round, "You couldn't have a week in Skeggy for that."

"It's cheaper out there Mr Braithwaite," Sandra explained.

"Well," Mr Braithwaite agreed, "We'll sleep on it, see what Albert and Frieda say."

Sandra stood up to go and Irene followed her, "Our Mam said the same," Sandra said, "See what Harry and Ethel say, we'll end up stuck in Filey if we aren't careful."

"It wouldn't be so bad if we didn't have to borrow the money," Irene sighed, "We should have saved up."

"Maybe we could put it on the card?" Sandra said.

"Pay ten per cent interest, I should coco," she said, "I'll ring tomorrow and see what they mean by 'Easy terms."

Sandra rang the number, "Is that Club 18 - 22?" she asked.

Forty miles away in the garage of a typical English suburban semi detached house Justin and Sebastian were chilling over a game of pool on their miniature pool table.

The phone on the wall rang, Justin answered it "Yes Club 18 -22," he agreed motioning Sebastian to be quiet, "How may I help?"

"Well we wants to go on trip to Spain next month, but we're a bit short." Sandra explained.

"Well, that's difficult, would 'we' be your boyfriend?" he asked.

"No me mate Irene and me," Sandra said.

"Well perhaps we can do deferred payment but you do need to apply on line, you must have a current Facebook account and a working web cam so we can make sure you sign the online form," Justin explained, "You need your passport obviously, but log on and send an application and we'll be in touch."

Sandra sighed, "OK she agreed uncertainly, "But can't you tell me the priceover the phone?"

"I'm afraid it's company policy," he said, "Everything done digitally so there is no confusion, no argument, just log on, its really very simple," he explained.

"OK," Sandra agreed reluctantly.

"I'll look forward to your application, good bye," Justin said and hung the phone up, "Minger," he said to Sebastian, "Yorkshire accent as thick as treacle, yuck."

"Probably thirty eight, thirty eight, forty two," Sebastian laughed "Don't hold your breath."

Sandra saw Irene in the college refectory, "We have to apply on line," she said.

"There's computers in Library," Irene pointed out.

They went to the Library after class, logging in was simple but the girls struggled

and it was only when the Librarian showed them how to input the web address instead googling it that they got on the club 18-22 site.

They filled in the forms, and pressed "Submit."

Forty miles away the incoming email pinged loudly, "Oh," Sebastian acknowledged, "Bingo!"

"Great, no web cam," Justin sighed sarcastically, "Email her."

Sandra and Irene switched off the machines and went home so they never found the emails requesting they use the web cams until the next day, and by then Justin and Sebastian had just about agreed that Irene and Sandra were a waste of time.

Irene phoned on her mobile, "Its Irene Braithwaite, I emailed and you wanted to see me on web cam, well its working." she said.

"Minger alert," Sebastian mouthed, "OK, yes, right," he said as he frantically fiddled with the computer, "Oh got you," he agreed as a slim if slightly top heavy brunette filled the screen.

"Me mate Sandra's here," Irene said helpfully as her friend ducked in front of the camera.

"Hi," Sandra said.

Sebastian grinned as Sandra's long blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders and her pert boobies bulged unnaturally as she craned around to look into the lens.

"Yes," Sebastian agreed, "Well that tallies with your Facebook acount, when did you want to go?"

"First week in August?" she suggested.

"Excellent," he agreed.

"So how much?" Sandra asked.

"How much?" Sebastian replied, "Fifty pounds deposit and the balance by Christmas?"

"I don't know," Irene demurred, "Like how much."

"We have a few spare rooms that week so a hundred and fifty?" he suggested, "Fifty deposit and ten pounds a week.

"You sure?" Sandra asked, "That sounds too cheap."

"We make money on the food and drink, they aren't included," Sebastian lied, "Maybe the boys will buy your drinks."

"Whooo boys bring them on," Sandra laughed.

"Sand!" Irene said in mock outrage.

"Good, I'll send the tickets," Sebastian agreed, "Probably fly out overnight."

"From Leeds?" Sandra asked.

"No an airfield," Sebastian laughed, "Our Minibus will pick you up."

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Irene and Sandra stood outside Woolworth in their anoraks and jeans carrying their backpacks waiting for the Minibus, the town hall clock showed 11.30 like it always did since the clock winder was made redundant and it was actually only 10.32 when the Combined Training Corps minibus loomed out of the shadows.

"Sandra and Irene?" Justin's girlfriend for the day Sabrina asked, while feeling a fool in her stewardess uniform, "Welcome to Club 18-22!"

They threw their backpacks in the back and joined another half dozen girls in the old Ford Transit van. Justin drove smoothly and carefully so as not to draw attention as didn't have CTC's permission, the right licence or any insurance and they were soon on their way to the airfield.

"What about Customs and that?" Sandra asked, as the drove straight past Terminal One and up to an elderly 747 airliner which stood outside the UK Mail building bathed by floodlights.

"Oh, we do that at the Spanish end," Justin said breezily, "You do have your passports?"

"Yes," they agreed and they had the novel experience of climbing the stairs to the 747s door only to find the cabin was actually full of containers.

"Passenger accommodation on the top deck," Sabrina announced, "Help yourself to drinks," she said pointing to the well stocked bar, "And don't make too much noise or you'll wake the pilots."

"How's this work then man?" a girl from Newcastle asked.

"Cost cutting, we use spare space on the freighter," Justin explained as he admired her E cup tits, "Have you joined the mile high club?" he asked.

"Ask us again a bit later," she replied.

"Where's the emergency exits and that?" a nervous girl asked.

"Look have a drink, chill," Justin advised, "Don't be so negative, but they are at the back OK?"

Sabrina handed round some glasses of 35% proof fruit punch and quite quickly everything became blurred. so much so that Irene and Sandra remembered nothing of their flight, the taxi to the hotel or check in and only woke up the following morning in a strange darkened room illuminated only by the light of a TV screen as the blinds were tightly drawn . They found themselves dressed only in their underwear lying on a queen- size double bed... 

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Sandra and Irene woke to the sound of urgent knocking on their door, Sandra staggered across and opened it, "Yes?" she said as a sun bronzed Spaniard wearing swimming trunks and a tee shirt stood smiling at her.

"Ola, hello, welcome to club 18 -22, I am Miguel and I am your pimp for the week."

Sandra looked at the and laughed drunkenly. "Oh right,Pimp eh, maybe your English isn't too brilliant?"

"Pimp, he said Sand!" Irene replied equally drunkenly, "Because if he's our pimp that makes us."

"Prossies!" Sandra exclaimed, "Sluts, bring it on!"

"Que?" Miguel replied.

"Boys, bring 'em on, that's what we came for!" Sandra insisted.

"Boys, men, chop chop," Irene laughed, "Just a minute I'll slip into something more comfortable," and she hoisted her tee shirt over head, "Never seen tits before?" she queried as Miguel stared.

"Call those tits, these are tits," Sandra declared and she hoisted her tee shirt over her head and popped her DD breasts out of her bra cups, "What's up Miguel?"

He looked very uncomfortable, "You want fucked?"

"Well we didn't come for the ballroom dancing!" Irene declared, "Find us some boys!"

"Chop Chop," said Sandra, "Bollocks, where's the bog? I got gyp," and she looked round helplessly for somewhere to throw up.

"Yes," he said, "Bog is there," he said pointing as Sandra rushed away, "You have en suite this room," he said to Irene, "All very up to date at club 18-22, we have reputation!"

"Right," Irene said, "No boys after 11 o'clock?"

"Oh no, door is locked after 11, boys can stay!" he said, "It keeps parents happy."

"Oh, right," she said, "Where's the best place to meet boys?"

"Is all right, I bring them," Miguel explained, "Is part of the service!"

"When's brekky, I'm starving!" Sandra said as she returned.

"I have the toast and the fruit juices, on my trolley, momento," he explained and he fetched his trolley, and "Ola!" he removed the cloth with a flourish.

"Oh it's gorgeous," Irene announced as she took a sip of 35% proof Orange Juice and Vodka

"MMmm," Sandra agreed, "Gorgeous!"

"You want fuck now?" Miguel asked.

"Of course we want to fuck, we didn't come for the ballroom dancing!" Irene chuckled drunkenly as her hand stole to Miguel's crotch and cheekily twisted his balls.

"Hands off he's mine!" Sandra said as she pulled her panties down to reveal a neatly trimmed blonde bush.

"I saw him first!" Irene protested.

"Ladies there is plenty for everyone!" Miguel boasted as Irene pulled his swimming trunks off.

"Oh," Irene gasped as she found a woollen football sock stuffed in Miguel's trunks, "Maybe not."

"Momento," Miguel said anxiously, "I look at porn, then you see."

"No way shorty, we want a proper man," Sandra insisted,

"Men," Irene agreed.

"Want a proper men!" Sandra repeated.

"One minute," Miguel insisted, "I find you big cocks, promise!" He rushed from the room. locking the door behind him, "Mr Sebastian, they call me 'Shorty' the want big cocks!"

"Not a problem, got a couple of Aussies downstairs," he said and he flicked a button on his phone, "Send them up, room 14."

"Good day, I'm Bruce and this is my mucker, Stanley." Bruce announced as Miguel showed him into the apartment.

"Hi Bruce," Irene said, "You got what it takes?" she asked as she stared at him.

He stared back, her tits were out of her bra cups and she had the gusset of her panties pulled aside and was was gently wanking herself, "Only shorty here came up short."

"We aim to please," Stanley explained as he unzipped to show ten full inches if man meat, "You never seen nothing like fourteen inches before."

"It'll do me," Sandra agreed.

"Cause that's nothing like fourteen," Bruce said automatically before he did a double take, "What?"

"Do me," said Sandra, "What you waiting for big man, do me!"

"No me first," Irene said urgently, "I'm ready."

"You still got your knickers on," Sandra countered, "Do me."

"One at a time ladies," Bruce insisted, "Now who wants Grosser Knackwurst?" he asked as he unzipped to show his monster cock, not quite ten inches but bigger round than most girls fists.

"I go, you knock," Miguel insisted.

"Ohhhh, that's too much!" Sandra gulped.

"You know what they say Sand," Irene gasped, "Too much of a good thing is wonderful! come here big boy!"

Bruce stepped forward and knelt down in front of Irene, "Where's the condies ladies?" he asked

A key rattled, the door opened, Miguel stood there apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot, here is box of hundred, you tell when want more, is enough for now."

"You got large?" Bruce asked.

"Is none your business," Miguel retorted.

"Condies, large XL comprendi?" Stanley explained as he grabbed the plain unbranded box and pulled out a foil pack, "Oh they're Mates, they're fine, I can't fit in a durex."

"It's all right for you!" Bruce complained as Stan chucked him a condom, "Yours is like a pipe cleaner!"

"Oi, don't listen at the keyhole," Sandra advised, "Dirty bugger!"

"It fits!" Irene exclaimed as she triumphantly peeled the condom down over Bruce's straining shaft, "Stick it in me big boy." 

"Uhhhh," Sandra sighed as Stan eased his length up her sopping hole, "Oh that's so good, like a pint of Tetleys that."

"Amber nectar English style," Bruce confirmed, "Christ you're bloody tight Sheila."

"Try again," Irene suggested.

"Bloody relax," Bruce prompted, "Jesus its like trying to screw a keyhole."

"So suck me tits or something," Irene suggested, "I'm a woman not a blow up doll."

"Jesus," Bruce sighed, "Hey Stan can I have a poke at your's?"

"Yeah, swapsies, why not?" Stanley confirmed as he humped away at Sandra's ever loosening fuck hole, "Ready, three, two, one."

Stanley pulled out of Sandra with an audible 'plop' "Hey," she cried, "Don't I get a say in this?"

"No," said Stan and Bruce together as they changed places.

"Ohhhh fuck that's too too big!" Sandra cooed, "Oh fucking jesus!" she exclaimed as the sheer size of Bruce's cock overwhelmed her.

"Oh thats nice," Irene exclaimed as Stanley slid his cock easily where Bruce's had been too fat to go.

"Nice and tight like a Roo's arse," Stanley joked, "Hey I'm only joking," he said, "I never poked a Roo's arse in me life, never poked a Roo at all come to think of it."

"Oh Bruce, that's wonderful," Sandra insisted.

"Oh Stan, that's perfect." Irene replied.

"Oh Bruce that's better than perfect," Sandra suggested.

"If we wanted marks out if ten we'd have gone on Australia's got talent, put a sock in it the pair of you." Stanley suggested.

"Couple of gasps wouldn't hurt but," Bruce added, "Maybe fake an O or something."

"Fake one, gee I reckon I just had one," Sandra insisted, "Come on cowboy ride me."

"Wrong continent Sand," Irene insisted before the waves of impending orgasm swept over her and her mind dissolved like surf crashing on the rocks.

"Right, better get some Tinnies in." Stan said a while later as he wiped his cock and zippered up his pants, "See you round maybe?"

"Later?" Irene queried.

"Yeah maybe," Stan replied, "Too ra loo."

"Oh," Irene exclaimed as they shut the door, "Right, no bloody box of roses then."

Miguel knocked, "I have your lunch Misses," he said as he eased the door open, "Just a light lunch, you like?"

"Salad," Irene said disappointedly, "What do you think we are Rabbits?"

"You were bonking like one!" Sandra exclaimed.

"And after I have gentlemen to meet you," Miguel exclaimed.

Sandra took a few leaves and a tomato and sat on the bed munching away while taking sips of Orange juice.

"It's not bad for rabbit food," Irene commented as she munched lettuce washed down with 35% proof Vodka and Orange juice.

Miguel returned a few minutes later, "You wanted to meet more boys yes?" he asked.

"On the beach maybe," Sandra admitted as she tried to stand up, failed and sprawled across the bed again.

"I have Mr John Smith and his brother to meet you," he said.

John stepped smartly into the apartment, "Charmed I'm sure," he said, "Don't waste much time eh!" he said as he admired Sandra's bare tits.

"No, is best not waste time time is money," Miguel agreed.

"I'll hang my jacket in the wardrobe if that's all right," John said, "You've met my brother John I take it?"

"John's brother, John?" Irene asked, "That's weird."

"Hi, I'm John," John said as he came in, "That's Mike my brother."

"John's brother John is called Mike?" Sandra queried.

"It makes sense," Irene agreed drunkenly as she watched the Johns take off their jackets and hang them neatly before slipping their shoes and socks off and systematically undressing.

"You prossie strippers or something, only you're all synchronised or whatever?" Irene queried.

"Sas," John replied, "Sturrock Andersson Sturock solicitors!" he joked, "So which one of you lovelies is giving me a blow job."

"Neither we want you cock inside us!" Sandra insisted.

"We came to get fucked," Irene explained.

"Sea Sand and fucked," Sandra added.

"Right?" John exclaimed in mild confusion, "Eenie Meenie Miney, Mo," and by that time his brother John who was Mike really had Sandra pressed firmly against the en suite door post as he fumbled with a reluctant Mates condom as he tried to roll it on inside out.

"For fucks sake stick the bastard in me," Sandra said seductively in her best Yorkshire accent as the other John rolled his condom neatly onto his shaft while gazing into Irene's rather bleary brown eyes while trying to avoid the alcoholic fumes she expelled with every breath.

"Oooohhh that's champion," Irene agreed as John eased his cock between her eager cunt lips, "Squeeze me tits or something can't you."

"It's all right for you, you got the bed," Sandra complained, "You, Oooooh, want to, Agghhh, Oooohh that's nice," she said and she forgot about complaining and decided to enjoy her holiday instead.

John and John stayed a while, they put channel 4 (Horse) racing on the TV which surprised Irene as she never realised they could get UK channel 4 in Spain.

The 4.30 from Kempton Park provided the perfect build up to renewed love making, with John fucking Irene while John fucked Sandra, at least that's what Sandra thought at the time.

John threw his used condom in the waste paper bin, combed his hair and pulled on his socks, "I'll look you up again," he lied as he continued to dress, and then he was immaculate as before, "Right back to the office and head for home!" he exclaimed, "Bye!"

Miguel brought food as soon as the Johns left, "Is good yes, Fish and Chip?"

"Might as well have gone to Skeggy," Sandra admitted.

"I have the fancy dress and toys for you," Miguel announced, "See," and he held up two sexy waitress uniforms and a double ended dildo.




Club 18-22



It was just before nine when Miguel woke Sandra and Irene. They had managed to fall asleep on the bathroom floor with the double ended dildo still inside themselves after drinking far more delicious complimentary 35% proof Orange juice and Vodka than was wise.

Even the vinegar on the Fish and Chip was 35% proof as was the salad dressing they ate previously.

"Come, is party, have fun!" he said.

The girls struggled into their maids outfits, they seemed rather tight and showed their tits and vaginas but Miguel said not to worry, so they didn't.

Darkness had fallen as he led them downstairs to the function room, "Would you mind serve drinks, keep in character."

"What character?" Sandra asked.

"A sexy maid of course!" Irene observed, "Where's some cock?"

They were surprised that everyone had a Yorkshire accent except Sebastian and Justin who talked 'like that prat Cameron off of the Telly,' as Irene observed. and that boys, or rather men, outnumbered girls about six to one.

Sandra looked round, there was a dining table, with a girl lying on her back, legs spread wide as a man dressed only in a shirt energetically screwed her. There was a pool table with a girl lying on her back, legs spread wide as a man dressed in only a leather jacket screwed her, there was a couch where a girl perched awkwardly knees spread wide as a man dressed in a business suit with his trousers down gently screwed her.

"Fucking hell it's a knocking shop!" Sandra observed.

"Bring it on, they're gorgeous, who's next?" Irene observed through alcohol clouded judgement.

"We are," Thomas and Gerald announced, "We do everything together." Irene looked at the two lads wearing only Tee shirts with 'Grimethorpe Colliery,' in white lettering on black as they ogled her, their cocks already condom clad while Gerald carried a bottle of red lube.

"Including fuck, but not each other, always a girl." they explained.

"Look, I've never done anal," Irene admitted.

"Except with that Butt plug," Sandra teased, "You should have seen her, the things she'd do for a Ten quid bet!"

"All right," Irene agreed don't be so," but Tom and Gerry were surrounding her, bending her back for Tom to enter her vagina and then forward for Gerry to force his well lubed erection into her tight unyielding anus.

"God she tight!" Gerry complained.

"Aggghh!" Irene protested and then suddenly with a blinding pain he was inside her.

Pain melded to pleasure as the full joy of two cocks filing her seeped through her drunken consciousness as she raised her legs and wrapped them around Tom for maximum pleasure as they moved slowly around the room while double fucking her.

Sandra meanwhile was serving drinks, "Get that down thee cock," she suggested to a middle aged greying chap wearing a green cardigan and little else.

"I'd rather cock you," he said diffidently.

"So what you waiting for, me mate's doing two at a time I got catching up to do," Sandra explained, and when he reached for a condom she protested, "We don't have time for that do me!big boy!" 

Sandra dragged the man to the floor and tried to spear herself on his slightly soft erection.

Her actions were not unnoticed and a small crowd formed as she struggled to persuade his somewhat limp dick to enter her, not all were impressed as Justin and Sebastian were about to discover.

"For gods sake Sebastian," Algy Basset-Fosdyke his fag from Eton interjected, "No condie, that's not on old chap, not on at all!"

"No, sorry old chap, can't get the staff, I'll warn her." Sebastian agreed.

"Don't warn her sack her old chap, don't want Aids eh what, do we?" Algy insisted.

"No, you're right," he agreed and with Justin's help he lifted a protesting Sandra off her now extremely embarrassed lover.

"Take her to her room!" Justin hissed.

"Not without me mate," Sandra insisted, "Who's up for an all nighter?"

Alan and Tom from Pontefract stepped forward, "You want company?" Al asked.

"I want a stiff cock," Sandra explained.

"Oi, whats your game," Irene protested when Justin tapped her on the shoulder and politely explained she would have to leave, "They're kicking us out," she explained to Tom and Gerald as they changed ends.

"Then we're going too!" they insisted.

The girls room seemed very cramped with four men and two girls, the men took turns with the girls and watched TV between times until at some stage they had Miguel let them out.

Sandra and Irene had long since drifted off into a contented sleep, their pussies throbbing and anus' sore from the days activities.

The girls woke eventually, people were looking at them, flights were being announced, they were lying on a luggage trolley at Manchester Airport and as they told the policeman who woke them and then arrested them for being drunk in a public place they had no idea how they got there.

They could have checked the CCTV and seen Justin and Miguel carry them in but they accepted a Police caution and that was the end of it.

Equally mysterious were the refund checks in their handbags from Club 18-22 and a letter confirming they had been too drunk to fly and were requested not to apply for club 18-22 holidays ever again.

"How are we going to explain to our parents?" Sandra asked as she fumbled with her belongings as the police let her out of the cell as she sobered up. 

She found an extra hundred pounds she didn't remember having in her purse and found Irene had the same.

"What are we going to do?" Irene asked as memories came flooding back, "Oh god, we never got to Spain did we?" she asked, "I brought Dads passport by mistake!"

"Best thing," Sandra suggested, "Get a bus to Blackpool and find a couple of fit lads that can give us a bed for the night."

"Genius!" Irene agreed, "Where's the bar I need a drink!"

To be continued?

This is a work of fiction, (honest,) and all firms, corporations and character's are entirely fictitious.



Club 3 Lambs



Chrissie woke groggily, with quite a bit of discomfort and not a little horniness. She was hanging in total darkness and silence as always, but knew that this was deceptive. She was blindfolded, had extremely good noise reducing earmuffs on. She was also gagged with the usual eight-inch-long cock-shaped gag. She also knew that she was one of several dozen girls in the room similarly trussed up.

The gags and sensory deprivation apparatus were not the only thing they were all bound with. They all had their arms bound behind their backs at the elbows and wrists tight enough to force their shoulders back and their breasts out. Or it would have forced their breasts out if they were not all hanging from them. Each night, a small bell-shaped glass object was vacuum sealed on to each nipple, and was in turn hooked to small chains running to a hook above each girl's head, pulling their breasts taut. Ropes were then wound around the base of each breast and also looped around the hook. As the hooks were winched up towards the ceiling, the girls were lifted off their feet, and their full weight pulled painfully on their tits.

There was some respite from this at first, as a sort of adjustable stand was pushed up below them and took some weight off, but this was only temporary, and was a cruel implement of bondage in and of itself. The girls' knees were pulled up to either side of their painfully stretched breasts and a strap was wrapped around their torso to hold them there. Each stand was topped with a gigantic butt plug which Chrissie guessed must be 6 inches across at the widest point. The tip of this plug was wedged into the opening of each girl's vagina as the platform was lifted. With their arms and legs so fully bound, only the muscles in their vaginal canal kept their full weight off their tits, and even the tightest girl there slowly weakened and stretched as the night wore on. All the girls hired at Club 3 Lambs had large, firm, perky tits and a tight pussy when they started, but getting "put away" at night took its toll on everyone, which was kind of the idea.

As she waited to be released, Chrissie hung alone with her thoughts, which inevitably turned to how she'd wound up employed at Club 3 Lambs. She had always been something of a cocktease in high school. She started as a freshmen with a petite five foot tall frame, vibrant red hair, green eyes, freckles, a plump little ass that filled out jeans VERY nicely, and an amazing pair of D cup breasts. She credited these attributes for getting her head cheerleader her sophomore year, and getting elected homecoming queen at her junior and senior prom. It also helped that she had filled an F cup bra at only five foot, two inches tall by the time her senior year rolled around. She also barely graduated.

Chrissie's problem was that she was cunning, but not terribly smart. To get her school work done, she would invite one of the nerdy boys in her class over to 'help' her, then once they got started she would ask them to keep going for a bit while she took care of some chore.

Her favorites were taking a shower (with the bathroom door open so they could see her outline in the translucent shower stall glass), folding laundry (which always seemed to have a LOT of thongs in it), and getting changed into pajamas (which was a pair of shorts and a tank top she had outgrown years ago). As tight as the 'pajamas' were, she had a cameltoe easily visible through the thin jersey knit fabric, and was constantly in danger of popping out of a top that barely covered her nipples. Somehow, they never insisted she get back on task and just finished it for her. This was, of course, a useless strategy when it came to tests. Her dismal performance was especially bad given the rural area she lived in was NOT known for its academic performance standards.

Once she finished high school, knowing that college would be more of the same, she decided to head out L.A. to become a model, an actress, or maybe a reality TV star. Her, and another several hundred thousand girls from all over the country, and quite a few from outside it. It was only after she arrived that her huge tits and perky ass failed her for the first time. It turns out that fashion designers don't want to work with boobs of any significant size, the only acting job she was offered was porn, and the only bite she got on reality TV was from a show that thought she'd already BEEN in porn.

As her debts mounted, and her pathetic return to the Midwest seemed more and more certain, she brought up her situation to her landlady, Vicki. Vicki was perhaps in her mid thirties, blonde, statuesque, and very peculiar. For one thing, she seemed pretty relaxed about collecting rent, almost as if she didn't need the money. For another, the rumors about her that Chrissie had heard from some of the male tenants were strange. She occasionally accepted sex in lieu of rent if the man was good looking enough, but she NEVER took off her top, and ALWAYS wanted anal. One of the men said he'd even REQUESTED her pussy once, but had left both of them unsatisfied when he couldn't keep it up. He told Chrissie she was just too loose. She was told this while said guy was balls deep in HER pussy, and he was NOT small.

Her landlady Vicki was the one who told her about Club 3 Lambs. It was apparently named after a fraternity in some old movie as an inside joke. It was owned by some nerd who'd managed to make a LOT of money in Silicon Valley and come up with an idea that other rich nerds took a liking to. Vicki told her the idea was that these guys could vicariously get back at all the cheerleaders, prom queens, and general cock teases that had tormented or ignored them back in high school. You had to have actually been a cheerleader or part of the homecoming court, although having been head cheerleader AND prom queen would get her bumped up the list quite a bit. You also had to meet certain physical requirements, chief among them being large, perky tits, and be no older than twenty to get hired.

Vicki then explained the job requirements. Just hearing them listed was enough to completely scare Chrissie away from the job. Until Vicki told her what it paid. Apparently the perception that Vicki didn't need money was entirely correct. She owned six apartment buildings in the Los Angeles area, and had only bought them to give herself something to do. Vicki had considered the trade well worth it. Chrissie applied to Club 3 Lambs.

She was flown out to Las Vegas for her evaluation and background check. They told her the contract was for 10 years and she would get a one month trial period that came with generous daily compensation that would be paid to her in a lump sum if she left during that time. If she decided to leave at any point after the first month, or was fired for refusing to perform her job duties, she would receive no pay whatsoever. She was guaranteed absolute secrecy, which came with EXTREMELY stiff financial penalties for any paying member of Club 3 Lambs, payable directly to her should her privacy be violated at any time during or after her employment.

She signed on the dotted line.

Chrissie snapped back to reality as the butt plug currently wedged about halfway into her pussy began vibrating. That was their alarm clock. Her horniness flared up and she could feel herself getting wetter. Someone pushed a much smaller vibrator into her ass hole and she came almost immediately. The added wetness squirted over the butt plug and she felt herself slide a little bit further down on to it adding more strain to her poor abused tits and stretching her formerly tight vagina a little bit more.

As Chrissie panted around her gag, she spared a brief thought for the long term effects being "put away" had on her body. She already slid a fourth of the way down butt plug almost immediately every night no matter how tightly she clenched and her formerly firm tits now had a very noticeable sag.

Her blindfold and noise suppressing earmuffs were removed and she was momentarily blinded by the bright light as her ears filled with the sound of breath hissing around gags and some soft, muffled moans. She was never sure if the lights actually went out; none of them were. She knew the mirrored walls were one way glass and that the doors had no lock, so it was possibly any number of people watched them sleep. Maybe even some of the men moving through the room helping the girls out of their bondage.

Across the room were the women who were almost done with their contracts that all the girls called enders. The cruel nightly bondage had done it's wicked work on them. They sat firmly on the platform the butt plug was mounted to, it's six inch wide bulge firmly inside them. Their breasts stretched over a foot and a half and their nipples over an inch. Now Chrissie knew why Vicki had refused to take her top off. Without support, her tits must have hung down even with her belly button like theirs did. The only upside to their transformation was they got to sleep fairly quickly and easily each night, since there wasn't anything for them to adjust to.

As soon as everyone was down and had gotten their legs working again, they began their morning routine while the men wheeled the platforms out of the room. They did some stretching and exercises to help keep the rest of their bodies in good condition and had breakfast. They were given a carefully formulated nutrient rich broth designed to meet their body's needs while generating the minimum possible amount of solid waste. This was fed to them through very realistically modeled dildos that were lowered out of the ceiling. Somehow, they even tasted like real cocks. Chrissie had noticed that anytime she was hungry now, her first thought was of sucking a cock. Finally, shower heads lowered and bathed them all with a warm, soapy lather with which they scrubbed themselves before they were rinsed with clear water.

Finally done, they walked out of the room, most of the girls stopping to grab some soothing cream from one of the shelves in the hall to rub into their strained breasts. It didn't prevent stretch marks, but it did speed healing and soothe chafing. Chrissie knew from the vibrator, which she had kept in her ass since it was placed there this morning, meant that she had bathroom duty today. She resignedly made her way across the mostly empty club towards the men's room. She could feel the vibrator already emptying it's internal reservoir of lube into her ass. She was no longer even phased by the early risers already in the club watching her cross the floor fully nude as she rubbed the cream into her sore breasts.

She noticed some of the enders getting ready for their day. They each put on a tall pair of stiletto heels that had short chains on them with nipple clamps attached. Even with their long nipples and longer breasts, the enders had to stay bent at least halfway over once they were clamped on. Then each one had a magnum of the club's unique "all-natural-filtration" champagne inserted into her already gaping vagina, base first. The bottles were specially textured and contoured to keep them from coming out without a firm pull once they were fully inserted. Each girl had to get at least four bottles sold before they were allowed to quit for the night. Sometimes they couldn't manage it, and spent all night hobbling around with a champagne bottle wedged inside them.

Chrissie remembered that she would have to help with making the new batch of champagne later tonight as she entered the bathroom. She stepped through the 'employees only' door at one end of a thick island running through the middle of the bathroom. The island had evenly spaced holes on each side and windows above each hole. Inside was a series of benches that stretched across between each pair of holes and lights shining on the reflective side of more one way glass. One of the enders, who had the rest of the day off after this, was waiting for her and the other girls coming behind her to get everything setup. She climbed over all the benches and laid down on the last one, scooting into place. It was a narrow enough space that her head hung completely out of the hole on one side. Once she pulled her thighs up on either side of her stomach and placed her calves into the padded channels on either side of the window, her ass and pussy hung out of the other. Her legs were strapped into the into the padded channels and her arms into the channels on either side of the window above her head. Her body was secured to the bench with a wide strap across her shoulders, her thighs, and one across her ribs just underneath her breasts.

A contoured, rigid mask covered her eyes and was padlocked to the wall, simultaneously blindfolding her and bending her head back at a ninety degree angle to line up her mouth up with the opening of her throat. On the other side, an electronic device was inserted into her pussy and then also padlocked to the wall. She felt it expanding as it was turned on. The part inside her would inflate until it reached a certain amount of resistance, which meant it always filled and stretched her and would continue to do so no matter how worn out her poor pussy became. She felt the exterior part being moved around until a cold piece of metal touched her clit. Then more of the glass vacuum bells were attached to her nipples and winched upwards to pull her tits to their current full length. Finally an oxygen sensor was attached to one of her fingers. Now that everything was in place the vibrator was removed, a spider gag was put into her mouth, and she was open for use.

Two of the early rising club members immediately took advantage. She felt a semi hard cock enter her mouth and the guy immediately began spraying hot piss into the back of her throat. She gulped down as as much as she could while the rest ran down her face, into her hair, and dripped into a bucket below her head. She felt the other fully hard cock enter her ass. With the IR beam the device in her pussy was sending down to a reflective tile on the floor no longer bouncing back to the sensor on the device, it triggered. As the anonymous cock pumped in and out of her ass, the device began running jolts of electricity from her g-spot to the metal contact on her clit. She would usually cum three or four times by the time a member finished.

As her first orgasm broke over her she felt the warm spurts of a stranger's cum in her colon as her tightly clenching ass sent him over the edge. The cock in her mouth withdrew as she gulped the last of its piss down. She felt warmth spreading through her colon as the other stranger relieved himself inside her in a second way. She came a second time while he finished filling her with piss. She clenched her asshole tightly shut as her pulled out to avoid spilling on him as she had been trained, waited about 3 seconds, then relaxed letting the piss and cum run out of her ass slowly and drip into the bucket placed below her ass to catch spillage. She knew that bucket would be mostly full by the end of the night.

She heard several more men walk in chatting as the two that had used her presumably walked out. She could also hear the other girls on bathroom duty moaning and sucking close by. One girl that sounded like she was on the far end was gagging repeatedly. Chrissie spared a moment of sympathy for her. She must still be on her first month, and would see a lot of use for throat fucking during her rounds of bathroom duty until she mastered deep throating. A lot of the club members really enjoyed having a girl gag while they throat fucked her, but being throat fucked nearly continuously for 8 hours a day several days a week quickly trained all the girls to deep throat with ease.

Chrissie came again as she felt another man enter her ass, even before the electrodes in her pussy went to work. With the incredible stimulation her body was trained to expect during anal now, not to mention how loose her pussy was becoming, she could certainly see why Vicki enjoyed anal so much. Chrissie usually masturbated at least once a day now, even on days she worked, and often as many as twenty times on her days off. Before, she'd never even played with her asshole, but now she usually started with it. Sometimes she would rub her clit too, but often just fingering her asshole was enough to get her off. This conditioning was also part of the program of Club 3 Lambs.

It's not like it was even a secret. It was explicitly spelled out in the employment contract what the end goal of enduring Club 3 Lamb's employment was; it was part of the revenge fantasy after all. When a girl finished there she would have stretched-out, saggy tits covered in stretch marks with huge nipples. They would also be conditioned to crave frequent sex and to easily orgasm from anal and the constant stretching of their pussies making it hard to get any feeling of fullness without a huge dildo. This resulted in a group of nymphomaniacs with the tits of a woman 20 or 30 years their senior that craved either anal or, as some girls had discovered experimenting with each other, fisting to get off. Even after they were done, it was part of the payout contract that they could not get any plastic surgery to correct their breasts or vaginas.

Many men came and went over the next hour or so. Quite a few just need to take a piss. Several just wanted to blow a quick load. More than half however needed to do both. She guessed that the ones that only wanted to get off had a 50/50 shit of choosing mouth or ass, but the ones that only wanted to piss always chose the mouth. The guys that wanted both chose ass about two out of every three times, but she still swallowed quite a lot of piss from cocks that had just pumped a load of cum down her throat. She felt the attendant come by and tap her on the ass cheek. Chrissie strained to make sure she had pushed all the piss and cum out of her ass. The attendant then stuck the nozzle of a bottle of lube up her ass and squirted a good amount in. They did this about once an hour to keep the girls lubed up.

Chrissie heard a man standing by her head marvel at the size and length of her own tits and nipples to someone before a large, rock-hard cock was shoved into her mouth and began pumping away. She knew that the windows had a ruler engraved into them so the members using each girl would know how distorted her breasts had become from the nightly hanging. This was especially humiliating for the enders.

Any ender could volunteer for an hour of bathroom duty to get one bottle removed from the total she had to sell each night. Most never switched out for all four bottles more than once. A certain segment of the membership found their grossly elongated tits to be extremely arousing, so they saw CONSTANT use from both ends on the rare occasions they were available.

Chrissie began to feel the familiar arcs of electricity through her pussy as the man in her mouth pumped away, but no cock had entered her ass. She heard the voice attached to her throat fucker call out to someone and a response from the other side of the wall. Apparently he had a friend on the other side blocking the IR beam to force her to cum with only a cock buried in her throat. And it was working. As she got close each time, the friend would call out to the throat fucker who would push in balls deep and let her orgasmic convulsions pleasure him. Finally, after her eighth orgasm, he came. As his load pumped into her throat, she swallowed around his cock. It was deep enough that she didn't spill a drop.

He immediately began pissing, and she obediently swallowed that as well. She thought she might not spill any of that either since he was still mostly hard and buried in her throat to the hilt, but halfway through he pulled out and sprayed all of her face and hair.

"Enjoying that, slut?" he asked, not that she could answer. She heard him snort for a moment then he spit right on her cheek. As she felt his spit and mucus slowly rolling down her face, he said, "Just you wait, you little cocktease. We've got more fun in store for you."




Club 3 Lambs



It was possible this was some boy she'd actually been a cocktease to in high school, but it wasn't very likely. She was probably just a stand in for whatever hot, popular girl hadn't put out to him as a teen. The target of his frustration may have never even led him on beyond simply being friendly, but being rich enough to get a membership at Club 3 Lambs let you indulge any number of narcissistic grudges.

Any further thought was pushed out of her head as she felt the head of a massive cock forcing its way up her ass. It was far and away the biggest thing she'd ever felt push its way into her ass. It just kept sliding in deeper and deeper. She felt it hit the entrance to her bowels, pause for a moment to let her adjust, then slowly push its way in. As it entered her ass deeper than anything ever had before she moaned loudly.

"Just wait til what's next, Britney!" the throat fucker taunted, but Chrissie was too consumed with the enormous cock in her ass to even register he was even talking, much less that he was so deep into the revenge fantasy that he was calling her the wrong name. Finally she felt huge balls rest against her ass and the cock stopped going deeper. The throat fucker had walked around to her ass and said, "That's great, Jack! All 14 inches! Leave it in until she cums at least once."

"Whatever you say, man. It's just awesome to finally get balls deep in a chick's asshole. Oh, holy shit! You can see the outline in her belly! You gotta bring me back here some time!"

Chrissie was meanwhile overcome with sensations for the first time since her trial month. She could feel the cock pushed all the way into her bowel and the electric current continuing to arc through her pussy. It was more uncomfortable than anything she'd endured in a long time, aside being "put away" each night, but she could feel an unbelievable orgasm building from the incredible fullness and the continued electrical stimulation. She began a panting whine as she got closer and closer. She was so focused on the building orgasm that she didn't hear Throat Fucker order Jack to "give her a little thrust to push her over the edge".

She did notice the giant cock start slithering back out of her. She was almost disappointed as her just out of reach orgasm slipped a little bit further away. Then, with one smooth thrust, Jack buried himself balls deep up her ass once more, and that was all it took. She screamed aloud as the most violent and incredible orgasm she'd had in her life ripped through her. Every muscle in her body spasmed over and over as incredible waves of pleasure battered her mind. She was very dimly aware of warm wetness running over her pussy and ass as she lost control of her bladder and emptied it on herself, not that she would have cared. Unbeknownst to her, Jack nearly came from feeling the entire length of cock being massaged by her large intestine due to her spasming abs.

As she slowly came down, she felt Jack pull out leaving her feeling incredibly empty. After a few moments, the distinct odor of shit wafted past her nostrils.

"Alright, slut! Time to taste the inside of your own ass!" She laid there limply as the spider gag was removed. Unlike the mask and vaginal stimulator, the spider gag was member removable, but any who did so ran the risk of involuntary biting if the girl they were using gagged or convulsed. There was no way Jack's massive cock was going to fit through the opening of one, though, so off it came.

Chrissie tated the foul flavor of her own shit streaked down the length of the massive cock as it began sliding into her mouth. That usually wasn't an issue since their diet was designed to keep that as minimal as possible without skimping on nutrients and their nightly enemas kept them clean of any that was produced. However, it had happened before and would probably happen again. The more serious issue Chrissie was facing was the same reason it had penetrated into her bowels to get her shit on it in the first place. The sheer girth and length that was being forced into her throat robbed her of intelligent thought. For the second time today something happened that hadn't happened since her first month: she gagged on a cock that she was deepthroating. 

Chrissie never even thought about trying to bite down to keep this massive cock covered in her shit out of her throat. For one thing, she was too well trained for that. For another, with her recent unbelievable orgasm and its size, she would never have had the presence of mind to think if it. She tried to relax as much as possible, but as he kept pushing more and more into her, she couldn't help convulsing occasionally. However, she never resisted the massive intrusion with anything other than involuntary spasms even as it cut off her airway.

The convulsions served to close her gaping asshole back up, which worked well for another member that happened to step up to her ass at random and slide his cock in. He began leisurely pumping away, unaware of the incredible violation the particular ass he was fucking had just suffered, or its continuation occurring to the throat attached to it. He just enjoyed the occasional squeeze he got and attributed it to the pussy stimulator which had once again begun its relentless stimulation.

Chrissie felt an enormous and smooth pair of testicles come to rest against her upper lip and block her nostrils, not that she could have breathed around the enormous shaft in her throat anyway. He held himself balls deep for a moment as her throat continued to futilely attempt to force this foreign body out and she continued to spasm, then slowly pulled back out. He got barely halfway out, giving her just enough clearance to suck in a quick breath through her nose, before relentlessly forcing himself back in. As his enormous sack came to rest against her face a second time, the ass fucking the unconcerned stranger was giving her combined with the vaginal stimulator pulled another orgasm out if her.

Jack began regular thrusts, gradually increasing his speed as Chrissie orgasmed two more times while she continued gagging silently. She snatched a breath every time he pulled out far enough, but as his speed increased, and the distance he pulled out decreased, that happened less and less often. She could feel sweat rolling down her tits and dripping onto her chest and she could feel the straps that held her immobile beginning to bite into her as her body continued its desperate involuntary protest against the throat fucking she was receiving. She was beginning to feel light headed and wished the guy fucking her ass would stop she could concentrate, but his leisurely fucking continued, as did her orgasms.

As his pace picked up frantically, her spasming and gagging began intensifying her orgasms as her worn out pussy squeezed around the large inflated dildo inside it, and her ass began to resume it's normal tightness, gripping the cock sliding in and out of it. Between those and her shorter and more infrequent opportunities to breathe, her light headedness began to increase to the point that she became worried. She felt for the oxygen sensor on her finger that should send a warning to one of the bouncers that a girl was entering the danger zone, and couldn't find it. It dawned on her that her screamingly intense orgasm as her rectum was invaded had caused her to dislodge it.

Panic set in as she began to hear a rushing in her ears. Jack was barely pulling out three inches before he slammed home on each stroke. She could feel every muscle in her torso convulsing in time with each of his thrusts as her body fought to take a breath around the enormous cock filling her throat. She felt the familiar twitching in her ass of a cock spurting its load as the rushing in her ears turned to a roaring.

As her consciousness began to dim, she realized that she might not wake up. Jack was frantically hammering away at her throat still. No one knew she was having any kind of problem. She realized that her family would never know what happened to her. No one would. The club had enough powerful members to make the body of one dumb but pretty girl disappear easily. She could feel the man in her ass pissing now.

She pictured how she might look if someone she knew found her body. Her now saggy tits would be flopped over her shoulders, her legs splayed open showing the inside of her now stretched out vagina, cum leaking out of her mouth and piss running freely from her ass. A used up fuck toy that had been broken by simple carelessness and was casually thrown aside. At the moment she pictured that, she felt another electrical arc pass through her pussy, and an orgasm more powerful than the one she'd had with her ass full of Jack's cock tore through her. She stared into her own glassy eyes in her mind's eye as every muscle seized.

This was apparently enough to send Jack over the edge finally, and she was dimly aware of pulses traveling down the cock in her throat as he emptied his balls into her. He held himself balls deep through all of it and just as Chrissie's consciousness was about to wink out with her still in the throes of orgasm, he finally pulled out. She sucked in a desperately need lung full of air and then threw up her entire belly full of other men's piss and cum, including Jack's freshly deposited load.

This apparently angered Throat Fucker, even though Jack was the only one that got any on him. Jack tried to tell him it was fine and well worth the experience of finally getting to go balls deep on ass and throat, but Throat Fucker was having none of it. He walked out and dragged a bouncer back in to show him Chrissie's disgusting state. The bouncer took one look at her covered in vomited up piss and cum while gasping for breath, then stepped quickly behind Throat Fucker and put him in an arm bar. He dragged him out of the bathroom and, with Jack in tow, and pulled him into the floor manager's office.

Chrissie wasn't aware of any of this as she just focused on breathing. Fortunately her appearance was gross enough to ward off anyone from using her mouth until the bouncer got back to put an out of order sign on her. She did have one more member use her ass to quickly get his rocks off then pull out, but she barely registered that. The next thing she was really aware of was of her bondage and straps being undone and being gently helped over the other girls still fastened in.

She was escorted out of the bathroom, cleaned up, and taken to the onsite medical facility where a doctor took her vitals. Afterwards he ran a few quick tests, mostly making sure she had no long term neurological effects from her near asphyxiation. He didn't seem overly concerned about the possibility after he found out she never completely lost consciousness. The next thing she knew, she was sitting in the floor manager's office with the owner of the club and a good looking black man.

"Chrissie, this is Mr. Jack Napier. I believe you're familiar with him in at least one way," said the owner. Chrissie's mouth formed an 'O' shape as she connected him with the 'Jack' that had been so deeply inside her. She felt her face flush as she recalled the two best orgasms of her life that had come from it. Jack, meanwhile, looked embarrassed.

"Hey, look. I'm really sorry. Dustin told me you girls had all these high tech safety measures and whatnot, so I never thought I might hurt you without knowing. I'm usually very considerate of my partners," Jack told her.

"Who?" Chrissie responded.

"Oh, uh, the white guy that brought me today...?" He looked questioningly at the owner.

"Oh! You mean Throat Fucker!" Chrissie blurted. The two men immediately started laughing and she joined in after a second. After the three of them settled down, the owner turned to Jack.

"Mr. Napier, Club 3 Lamb and myself appreciate your assistance in helping to quickly resolve this matter. As a thank you, we'll be giving you a short promotional membership, with some restrictions. The girl at the membership desk has your info and will be able to give you all the details. Now if you'll excuse us, I have some private business to discuss with my employee."

Jack nodded his thanks, waved at Chrissie, and left the room. One she was alone with the owner, she began to get very nervous. She knew the owner on sight, but had never met him before, not even during her final interview before starting here. She hadn't worn anything other than heels since she started work at Club 3 Lambs, none of the girls did for the entire course of employment, but she felt the lack of clothes acutely for the first time in a very long time. It was turning into a day of firsts for her, and it wasn't over yet.

"Am I in trouble?" she asked nervously.

"Oh good heavens, no! You certainly didn't do anything wrong. I know you girls don't get to see the terms of membership, but *ahem* Throat Fucker violated several of them. And this was BEFORE we found the video recording device. He has been banned from the club for life and a steep penalty has been levied against the assets of his that we hold as collateral. Payable to YOU, by the way."

"I'm not sure what all that means," she replied hesitantly.

"Well to give you the bullet points, we charged him a fine for misconduct that technically he's already paid for in stuff of his that we hold on to. We hold on to some stuff of ALL of our members for this kind of situation. The fine is equal to the total value of your completed contact. And as of this afternoon, it will be fully paid into a series of bank accounts and investment funds in your name."

Chrissie's mouth dropped open as he continued, "This means that essentially, you can quit today and still receive exactly what you would have for completing the contract."

"What if I go ahead and finish the contract?" she asked.

"In that case, you would receive about double what you originally signed up for, as well as a relatively small bonus for completing the contract from me personally, as a way of saying thank you." Chrissie's mind raced in circles as she thought about what all of this might mean for her. "You seem a little overwhelmed. You're excused from all duties except champagne making tonight to mull this over. Have a seat somewhere in the club."

Recognizing a dismissal when she heard it, Chrissie walked out onto the main club floor. She sat at an out of the way table and thought. All that money would be nice, especially when she could quit now and prevent a lot of the worst effects of completing the full contract. For some reason, this idea didn't seem to have the appeal it would have had this morning. She couldn't get the image out of her head of her laying in a ditch somewhere like a used up sex doll. She realized the mental picture was actually turning her on.

As she was contemplating this Tiffany walked by her table. Tiffany was unique. She had been one of the first girls hired when the club opened twenty years ago. She had finished her run, then begun spending extravagantly. She'd wasted most of the money she'd earned on useless, valueless luxuries in under a year. She was actually the reason the enders were now required to take money management courses. She had returned to the club destitute and they had agreed to rehire her even though she met almost none of the physical requirements anymore.

Now that she was almost done with her second contract at forty years old, you could see the ravages doing this for 20 years could take on a woman. She had specially commissioned equipment for most of her being "put away" each night. The glass vacuum bells for her were big enough to be fastened onto a grown man's thumb to the second knuckle, and the ceiling panel had to be removed above her spot to allow the winch for her tits to lift high enough. She still used the same six inch wide butt plug as the other girls, but it was put into her ass instead of her pussy.

Now Tiffany had nipples that were two inches long. These hung on the bottom of tits that were even with her vagina when she was standing upright. Given how loose her pussy was now, Chrissie thought she might even be able to fit them both in there if she hunched over a little. When she was on champagne duty, she was loaded with two magnums at the same time; one in her pussy and one in her ass. As such an extreme novelty, she was well sought after, so she usually finished selling all four bottles in record time each night, like she had tonight.

As Tiffany trudged by, she stopped and bent over to pick up a piece of trash that someone had dropped carelessly. No one could say Tiffany wasn't dedicated to her job still, for she worked hard. Chrissie realized that she could actually see inside both Tiffany's ass and pussy, which both gaped open. Her tits were puddled on the carpet in front of her. As she stood back up, her breasts began a pendulum-like motion. Each step Tiffany took, one of her breasts bumped one of her wide hips and swung forward, only to flop back a moment later.

Chrissie realized that wetness was running down her leg as she pictured herself being completely used up like that. She impulsively got up and knocked on the floor manager's door. Only the normal manager was there, the owner apparently leaving everything in her capable hands now that discipline of a member was no longer needed. The manager congratulated her on coming through the ordeal fine and was happy to hear she wouldn't be leaving them. Chrissie was sent off to champagne making.

Champagne making was the most popular "show" the club had. Many of the shows were more traditional entertainment, all performed nude, but this was something special. More time must have passed than she was aware of, because it was the last performance of the night, and they were already setting up for it. She first went into a closed room off the main floor for her nightly enema.

She stepped up to one of the girls with a hose and nozzle and bent over in front of her. The nozzle was inserted into her ass and then inflated to hold it firmly in place. The hose was plugged into it and the valve was opened. Normally it took Chrissie a few repeats to get completely cleaned out, but today on the first try the full gallon of water sluiced into her. The girl filling her made a noise of surprise, then shut the valve and detached the hose. Chrissie went next door to the waiting area as another girl stepped up for her turn.

She paced the waiting room as she felt her guts gurgling and sloshing. She was actually beginning to really enjoy the feeling, probably due in part to the incredibly deep penetration she'd been through already. She felt more moisture running down her leg as the full sloshing feeling continued, and finally couldn't resist anymore. She squatted down in the corner of the room and began fingering herself with her index and middle finger and teasing her clit. Several of the girls, wearing strained expressions, gave her curious looks, but she was oblivious.

As the squatting position increased the pressure in her rectum, she slipped four fingers into her pussy while continuing to work her clit with her thumb. As she began nearing orgasm, she pushed her thumb in next to the other four fingers. She twisted her hand back and forth until it slid in up to the wrist. As soon as it was all the way in, the image of Tiffany's gaping holes and fantastically sagging tits flashed through her mind, and she came.

She moaned and whimpered quietly as she felt her pussy clenching around her hand and the pressure in her intestines spiked. The added discomfort only heightened the intensity of her orgasm. As the orgasmic high eased, she slowly and carefully slid her hand back out of her vagina. She slowly stood, somewhat embarrassed, as she was called back into the enema room for her emptying and second quick flushing out. She'd never found the enema process arousing before, and never fisted herself or even let one of the other girls do it.




Club 3 Lambs



She wasn't able to consider the implications of what kept flashing through her head or the strange things arousing her now as it was time to start the show. Each show they called for volunteers for the position of 'filter', but usually had to assign girls for all the slots, as volunteers were rare. Chrissie unexpectedly found herself volunteering. As a result, she got to pick her choice of 'decanter'. As she glanced at the girls who had been lucky enough to get 'decanter' by random lot, she noticed an exhausted looking ender. It was Vanessa. Vanessa NEVER managed to sell all four bottles of champagne in a night. She was also one of the few enders that would regularly swap all four bottles for four continuous hours of bathroom duty, and it looked like she'd done it again tonight.

Chrissie looked at her slumped shoulders, which made her her already sagging tits look even more worn out and her blank, dead-eyed expression that could only come from being used as a cum dumpster and urinal constantly for several hours. She surprisingly felt a surge of lust and could feel a little wetness sliding down her leg once again. She picked Vanessa.

They all went back out to the main club floor and onto the stage. The decanters stood at the front while the filters stood behind them next to an unusually shaped chair. In front of each decanter was a mostly full, clear-sided bucket from the bathroom with the piss and cum runoff from the past eight hours. The buckets under each girl's head was dumped into the bucket under her ass and then carried out here. Most still had room at the top, including the one in front of Vanessa. Each decanter stepped forward and squatted over her bucket. As all the house lights focused on each one in turn she would piss in the bucket to top it off. Then a lid with a valve on top of it was screwed on.

Chrissie and the other filters then stepped forward to help their respective decanters into the chairs. They were padded leather contraptions with a u-shaped seat that left the decanters asshole and pussy exposed. There was a padded rest for their front that extended up at a forty five degree angle, although an opening in it allowed each decanters tits to hang through. Once seated properly, each girl would be in a position very reminiscent of squatting over a toilet. The chairs could rotate and be raised and lowered to allow optimum positioning and give the audience the best possible view. Each chair also had several straps and a locking hinge on the support to allow the decanters to be strapped in and flipped ass up.

Once Vanessa was upside down and her ass was facing the crowd, Chrissie lugged the heavy bucket over to a nearby stand and heaved it into place. The stand clamped onto the bucket securely and allowed it to be flipped so the lid and valve pointed down. Chrissie then picked up a nearby inflatable enema nozzle and inserted it into Vanessa's ass. Lastly, she ran a hose from the bucket's lid, to the nozzle inside Vanessa. After making sure the nozzle was inflated enough to hold securely, she opened both valves. She stood back to let the crowd watch as over a gallon of piss and cum that had already come out of one girl's ass flowed back into Vanessa's.

Chrissie got more and more horny watching Vanessa's dead-eyed expression take on a note of discomfort as she was filled to the brim. Once the bucket was completely empty, and Vanessa was completely full, she undid the hose from the enema nozzle and slowly deflated it, giving Vanessa time to keep her anus clenched tightly shut so nothing spilled out. Vanessa's face took on a pained expression as the nozzle was pulled out and she was flipped back upright. Chrissie then used the foot pedal to lift the chair high enough that when she was sitting on her knees, her face would be even with Vanessa's ass.

Chrissie spun Vanessa around so her magnificently sagging tits were facing the crowd, then knelt down behind her and gently pressed her open mouth around Vanessa's straining asshole. She pushed forward, making sure she had a tight seal around Vanessa's anus, then reached up and fastened a strap around the back of her own head to hold herself tightly in place. She lifted up her arms, letting her fingers gently brush the side of Vanessa's tits along the way, and Vanessa fastened straps attached to the chair's sides around her wrists. Chrissie could hear Vanessa's breath hissing between her teeth while she fumbled with the wrist straps and strained to hold her anus closed against the incredible pressure inside.

Vanessa continued to hold on as they waited for the cameramen to get each filter's throat in focus. The image of the filters' throats working as they swallowed would be broadcast across various screens throughout the club. While waiting, Chrissie realized that the older woman's ass her face was pressed into was ample enough to cause a little trouble breathing through her nose. She felt a little thrill as she wondered what it would be like if Vanessa was actually sitting on her face and she was at risk of drowning in piss and cum that had been through two different asses.

Finally the signal came and Vanessa relaxed with a groan, flooding Chrissie's mouth with the foul mixture. Chrissie's cheeks began to bulge as her mouth was filled completely while she gulped over and over. She realized Vanessa must be actively pushing as the pressure on her cheeks became uncomfortable. Fortunately she was too tightly wedged against Vanessa's asshole to allow even a drop of this precious and disgusting fluid to escape. She tried a different tactic of just relaxing her throat as if she was being throat fucked and it worked. Vanessa's straining bowels forced the mixture straight down into her stomach.

At regular intervals, the decanters were supposed to clamp shut again to let the filter rest and catch their breath for a moment but Vanessa was past the point of caring and she continued to push. She didn't know how Chrissie was coping with all that fluid and didn't care. Meanwhile, Chrissie was getting more and more turned on by Vanessa's total disregard for her. As the pressure eased off, Chrissie actually began sucking on Vanessa's asshole to keep the fluid After an interminable amount of time Vanessa had finally emptied her bowels completely of the degrading mixture. They were actually the first to finish. As a thank you Vanessa would never have expected, Chrissie began licking her asshole and darting her tongue in and out of the puckered opening. Vanessa actually began to feel bad about what she'd forced Chrissie through, but not enough to tell her to stop. Chrissie continued to worship the anus that had gifted her with the gloriously full belly of cum and piss until she felt Vanessa's ass begin trembling in orgasm.

As her orgasm subsided, Vanessa felt Chrissie's tongue once again teasing her asshole. It seemed like Chrissie was actually enjoying rimming her. Vanessa, felt her bladder twinge as her second orgasm approached. She thought about warning Chrissie that she might have not be able to hold it if she came again, but couldn't bear the thought of her stopping. She guiltily held her silence.

Chrissie was fast approaching an orgasm of her own. The wonderful sensation of Vanessa's asshole gently winking opened and closed was blissful. She was delighted that she could so please the ass that had blessed her with its contents. As Vanessa's ass began shaking while she came a second time, something wonderful happened. This beautiful goddess, with her sagging tits and gaping pussy, blessed Chrissie with the gift of her piss. She could feel the warm wetness spray across her chest and tits and drip down her front. As soon as the first rivulet reached her pussy, Chrissie came.

Shortly afterwards, the signal came to switch. Chrissie reluctantly pulled her face away from Vanessa's ass and carefully stood up. She could feel her now slightly distended belly sloshing inside, and she already needed to pee a little. Vanessa helped her into the chair and strapped her in, once again securing her wrists. Then she attached two of the vacuum bells to Chrissie's nipples and suctioned them on with a handheld pump. Each bell had a ring attached to it that Vanessa used to hang one end of a clear trough on. To hang the other end, Vanessa inserted an anal hook into Chrissie's ass. Feeling guilty about using her so mercilessly, Vanessa gave Chrissie a brief rimming before inserting the hook. Vanessa then left the stage with the other decanters and went to take a break, trying to banish her selfishness and guilt from her mind.

All the filters were now the stars of the show. The glass vacuum bells and anal hooks held the trough in the perfect position to catch all their urine. It was quite heavy on its own, and had a mark on the side that marked one gallon. Only once each filter had reached that mark could she be done. This was the all natural part of the champagne's filtration. This would be mixed with the grape must and used to help ferment the champagne, after being filtered through one of the girls' Chrissie immediately eased her discomfort by relieving herself into her trough. As her piss sprayed into it, she could feel the weight of the trough increase slightly due to the added liquid. It would be an hour or two before she had produced the gallon needed to complete her part, but she strangely looked forward to it.

As time ticked by and her trough grew heavier and heavier, she began to crave something more. She needed to feel more used. She signaled Vanessa that she needed more to drink to finish filling her trough. It happened occasionally so there was a procedure in place for it. A step ladder was brought on stage and volunteers from the audience were called for. As each man came on stage, Vanessa would suck on his cock to get it hard, if it were not already, then he would fuck her ass. After he came, he would follow up by pissing inside her as well. Once she was full, Vanessa would climb the step ladder and press her ass against Chrissie's upturned face and release the fresh mixture into Chrissie's waiting mouth.

Vanessa was at first resentful at being forced to endure additional use, but Chrissie's thorough rimming after each unloading was enough to improve her mood. Chrissie was delighted to find that the slightly different positioning meant that the glorious ass that had so rewarded her now completely cut off her air supply. She would eagerly worship it with her tongue after each new blessed colon-full of piss and cum until she felt lightheaded. Time passed much more quickly for both of them until at last Chrissie's trough was full.

Shortly after the trough was carried off for processing the club began closing for the night. Since it was never really completely empty, this just meant the girls cleaned everything and then were "put away" for the night. Chrissie normally hadn't ever looked forward to this, but was for some reason very excited to be "put away" tonight. She quickly got everything put away, wiped off, and spotless in her section then headed to the sleeping room lined with one way glass to wait for the evening shower.

She normally kept to herself while waiting for the shower, but saw Tiffany standing in one corner, and casually wandered over to her. Once again Chrissie marveled at how low her tits sagged and how huge her nipples were. Tiffany smiled when she saw her.

"I heard what happened earlier. I'm glad to see you were well enough to help with the champagne making show."

"It wasn't that bad," Chrissie replied. She noticed a sparkle in Tiffany's eye that she hadn't seen in any of the other enders. As the showers came on overhead, she impulsively reached out and began lathering Tiffany's breasts. Rather than protest, Tiffany closed her eyes, reached one arm behind herself, hunched slightly, then moaned softly. Chrissie knelt down in front of her to wash her legs. She was admiring the fuller belly and thicker thighs of a woman in her early forties when she realized why Tiffany had put an arm behind herself earlier. She was fisting her own ass as Chrissie rubbed soap suds on her.

Chrissie was overcome with lust and immediately began pushing her fingers into her pussy. She was nowhere near loose enough to jam the whole hand in first thing, but desperately wished she was. She slowly worked at it until her left hand was once more wrist deep inside herself as she continued soaping Tiffany's front. They attracted a few curious looks, but were mostly politely ignored. Sexual interaction between girls was quite common and even encouraged. They weren't even the only ones engaging in a little play right now.

Tiffany finished first and her eyes fluttered open as Chrissie grabbed the hand she had just pulled out of her ass and began licking and sucking on it. After thoroughly cleaning Tiffany's hand with her mouth Chrissie looked up into the surprised eyes of the older woman.

"Please bless this used cum dumpster with your glorious piss, Goddess!" she heard herself quietly beg. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, not worrying about what she was doing or why any longer. Tiffany looked down at this girl young enough to be her daughter kneeling in front of her for a moment. Then she stepped slightly forward to straddle Chrissie's face. Her tits rested against the sides of Chrissie's head. Tiffany tilted her head back and closed her eyes, then began pissing. She savored using this young girl's mouth as a toilet while Chrissie reveled in being used so degradingly. As Tiffany's stream of piss went on and on, Chrissie finally got her orgasm. She felt her own urine running around wrist as she lost, or gave up, control of her own bladder.

Once they had both finished relieving themselves, Chrissie eased her hand out of herself and finished actually cleaning herself while Tiffany did the same. They moved back to their normal positions as the hooks from the ceiling were lowered and the men came in to supervise putting them away. As the enders were each suspended, Chrissie gazed hungrily at their bodies. She wanted to service them. She wanted to be them.

When the men got to her, she slowly raised up on her tiptoes as they winched her tits up by the nipples. Just before they began winding rope around the base of her tits, she dropped to flat footed, relishing the increased force placed on her nipples and tits. She was hoping this would accelerate the process of making her huge tits sag monstrously. As her feet left the floor and her full weight was pulling at her breasts, she could feel her juices once more running down her legs. Good, that would help with what was next.

The men bound her arms and legs, pushed the 8 inch cock shaped gag into her mouth and down her throat, then brought over her platform. As they began winching it up, she clenched hard. They reached the height that was just barely taking the weight off her tits and stopped. As soon as they did, she relaxed as much as possible. With her pussy already slicked up, her so turned on, and having recently pulled her whole hand out of herself, she slid about halfway down immediately.

She was blindfolded and ear muffs were put on her dropping her into complete silence and blackness once again. She tried falling asleep for a few minutes but her thoughts were racing. Her bladder was full again, so she relaxed and began pissing slowly on herself. The added moisture slid her down a bit more. Excited by this she began rocking back and forth slightly, trying to work her way down as far as possible. As she worked the enormous butt plug farther and farther in, she began wondering if Tiffany had really needed to come back, or just wanted to. She wondered if she could sign up for a second contract as well.

Just then she felt her strained pussy finally stretch far enough to slide around the thickest part of the plug. The plug wasn't attached to the platform. The weight of the girl sitting on top of it was enough to hold it still. As her vaginal walls slipped around its widest part, it was sucked up off the platform and into her, the flared base resting against her pussy lips. She screamed around the gag as her full weight hanging from her tits and the enormously thick plug filling her triggered her third most intense orgasm of her life, just behind having her bowels fucked by a fourteen inch cock.

She slowly came down and realized she was swinging slightly. Her tits didn't sag enough to let her sit on the platform yet. She sighed contentedly through her nose. She was close to the gaping pussy she so desired and, if she pulled this same trick every night, she should have the beautiful sagging tits to match soon. As she began to drift off to sleep, the thought crossed her mind that they might let her resign for 10 more years if she offered to do it for free.



Club 76



I had been with him for three years on and off and now it seems it's over. I can't believe it. One morning am laying in bed wrapped in his arms and the next am crying and watching him through wet eyelashes as he walk away. I was stunned. What do I do? How do I carry on? He meant everything to me and I thought things were going great. 

After several hours of tears and a tub of ice cream, I decided I was better off. After all, he was good looking, smart, funny, and an ok lover. Not to be mean but he was timid in bed. Never wanted to take risks, or try new positions. I still have the bruise on my cheek from his elbow hitting me from the surprise of having my finger in his asshole hole last week. In all fairness I should have given him warning, but I wanted to see how he would react. I guess I know now. hahahah

So after a month of depression and crying I picked myself up and decided to get laid. Seriously, I just wanted to get laid. Wanted to have my holes filled with the biggest cocks I could find and cum till there was no breath left in me. Ok that was intense, just thinking it has my cunt hard and wet. Dam I need to FUCK. 

It was about 9pm and I had to meet Misty and Angie at club 76. We lived in Ohio, so trust and believe our small town had little fun in the form of steaming flesh waiting to be ridden into the sunset. Oops there I go again getting carried away.

I walked in the club at 12pm and start my search for the girls. And not three feet into the club, I spotted him and lost all common sense. He was talk, about 6'1', muscular, wearing form fitting jeans and a casual button down shirt. But there was nothing casual about this chunk of flesh, nor about the two babes he was sandwiched in between and gyrating his way into the next year. 

I watched him for several minutes and my panties we soaking wet before I came to my senses. I went in search of the girls and tried not to give him another thought. For all that did. I ended up spending at hour at the bar trying to catch a glimpse of that sexy ass in those tight jeans, to no avail. Finally at my wits end, I decided to start my on fire on the dance floor. I downed the contents of my shot glass to build my courage and help propel me across the dance floor. 

As I stepped closer I could feel the music vibrate through the floor, into my feet and all the way up to my tingling breast. That was all the push I need as I made my way through the packed crowd. Bodies were packed tight together and there was barley any breathing room. As I found a spot in the crowd, my song came on and I started to sway to the music. Before long my short skirt was caught in my hands and I was grinding the guy behind me and any body my ass happened to make contact with. Then suddenly....

He was there surrounding me, commanding my attention as well as the females around me. He had his hard muscular chest pressed to my back, and he smelled of old spice. I had yet to see his face but I knew it was him. We dance two songs together and then faced each other. He was taller than I though, his skin the color of warm caramel and he was very WELL ENDOWED and he knew it. He smiled as my eyes widened at the feel of his hard ridge pressed into my belly. This was it I thought, I was going to cum right here and he wasn't even trying. Then all of a sudden the crowd crushed us closer together and it all happened too fast to contemplate. 

He whispered in my ear, " I saw you watching me". With that he turned me around and to my surprise his cock was no longer restrained in his jeans but lay warming the crest between my spine and buttocks. I gasped and he smile next to my ear. Ever so slowly his hand slid down my neck, over my eager breasts and wasted no time getting to my skirt. Before i could think he was touching and teasing everywhere. 

He rubbed my clit and dipped two fingers in to my core and I gasped, "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". 

The roar of the music concealed out frantic coupling and he continued to pound his fingers into me. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YES....

I gripped his necked as he continued his exploration. Mehn he had nice long, meaty fingers. I could feel my tight cunt squeezing around them, trying to take more in. His fingers struggled to keep my thong to the side as he continued his caress. I could feel him getting harder behind me and feel the precum drip from his engorged tip on to my back. Seconds, minutes, days could have passed as I wished for release to come but prayed for his teasing fingers to never stop.

He picked up speed as my climax climbed, I gripped his arms arching my necking, egging him on. "deeper..DEEPER damit......ohhhh yea baby....ohhh just like that".

Then he slowed the tempo and I bit his ear begging him and pleading.."please don't stop...ohhh..unnnn..please..am CUMMMING."

He continued the frantic rhythm until I cam undone. I shuddered in him arms and people danced around us, oblivious to what just occurred. I turned to face him as my skirt dropped down and watched him taste my dirty cum juice. Then he tipped my head and whispered " taste what I can do to you" as he plunged his fingers deep into my mouth. I closed my eyes and reeled with the sensation of my own juices running down my throat. 

Then suddenly his fingers disappeared and with a whisper of cloth to skin, he was gone. I opened my eyes to an empty space and smiled, thinking.....where had Mr. skilled hands gone? 



Club Adventure



Missy walked into the club trying to do her best impression of someone being inconspicuous. Trying to blend in and be unnoticed would be impossible, her husband Jay had seen to that. He had picked out her wardrobe for this evening, and quite honestly it was an evening she didn’t know if she could finish. When Jay had picked out the heels, skirt, and blouse that she was wearing now, she was quite surprised at its’ relatively simple nature. Sure the heels were sexy, and the skirt was short, and the blouse was tight, but it wasn’t Jay’s usually style. It wasn’t sexy enough. But, what she hadn’t realized was that her entire outfit consisted of those three items. No bra, no thong, nothing underneath. 

Not having on panties wasn’t a problem, she’d just have to watch it when she sat down; but the absence of a bra was blatantly obvious. Missy’s 38D breasts moved freely under the blouse, and the cool night air had the desired effect on her nipples. She looked like a woman looking for sex.

The first thing she did when she entered the club was to look for Jay. She found him sitting alone in a booth along a wall overseeing the dance floor. He had a drink of some kind and he noticeably perked up when she entered the room. Truth be told, several men perked up and took notice of her when she entered the club.

According to the plan, she walked up to the bar and asked for a drink. She and Jay always drank non-alcoholic drinks on excursions like this. They didn’t want anything clouding their judgment, and the only way Jay could get a real rush out of this is if he knew that Missy was doing it of her own free will. 

She sat at the bar until she was finally approached by a man. He looked to be in his late thirties, and while he seemed nice enough, Missy just didn’t care for him. She did oblige him and dance with him for a couple of songs, and he did try to make several passes at her, but it just wasn’t working for her.

She had regained her seat at the bar for only a couple of minutes when she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned, maybe expecting it to be Jay with a change in plans, but instead it was another hopeful suitor. A younger guy, probably around 28 asked her nicely if she would like to dance.

From where Jay was sitting, it all looked to be going well. The guy smiled and spoke to Missy. She smiled back very warmly; Jay was sure this was a winner. The guy motioned towards the dance floor, and Missy carefully hopped off her stool and followed the young man. Jay made a quick trip over to the Jay and made a “request” for three consecutive slow songs. Asking nicely, and twenty dollars, got Jay what he wanted.

The first song began, and the guy showed genuine surprise that it was a slow song. He and Missy both shrugged, and embraced for the dance. The dance started innocently enough, but Missy began to dance a little more suggestively. She brushed her breasts across the mans’ chest several times, then moved closer to grind against his crotch. Then, all at once she motioned towards a loose strap on one heel, and walked to the edge of the dance floor to a dark corner between the back wall and a booth. She raised her foot onto a stool to fix the strap, and when she did her short skirt rode up her ass; leaving the bottom half of her butt exposed. The only people with a view of the show where the young man, and Jay sitting in strategically located booth in the balcony above. After fixing the strap, she turned and smiled innocently at the guy and resumed the dance. Her dancing continued to get more suggestive. At one point she turned her back to the guy and started grinding her butt against his crotch. She placed his hands on her hips and led them up and down. When his hands drifted to her thighs, she led them back up under her skirt. His hands were rubbing her bare hips and squeezing her ass. The darkness of the dance floor hid their actions, and they continued to move rhythmically so as not to draw attention. Missy parted her legs slightly farther and bent a little at the waist. Her eyes slowly closed and her mouth parted like it was making an “ooohhhh” sound. The guy was playing with his wife’s clit right there on the dance floor. Missy let him fondle her for about fifteen seconds, and then she turned and whispered something in his ear. Jay couldn’t heat it, but he knew what she was saying. The guy smiled at her, and they walked off the floor and out of the club.

Jay sat in the booth for ten more minutes. It was not a planned amount of time; that was how long it took for his erection to subside and allow him to walk out. He walked the three blocks back to the hotel room. His mind raced as to the events that were unfolding in some unknown location. Where they in a hotel room? His apartment? A car? 

And what was occurring? What would she allow him to do to her? Was she the dominant one, or had he taken control? The anticipation was just as much fun as actually being told about the events from his wife.

He got back onto the hotel room and took off all his clothes. He laid on the bed and masturbated to the thoughts of what was occurring with his wife. He would get himself on the verge of orgasm and then stop, not wanting to ruin the return of his wife. He could feel his balls tightening. 

One hour later he heard the card key being entered into the door to their room. The lights had been turned out except for one lamp by the door. Jay could see that Missy’s hair was tussled and her skirt was not arranged straight. He could also see her make-up had gotten smeared. He sat up against some pillows and continued to stroke his cock. 

“Tell me”, was all he said.

“We went to a hotel about two blocks from here. He was already staying there, I believe it was on the fourth or fifth floor, but we were making out in the elevator so I wasn’t really keeping track. I was holding my ankles and had my skirt flipped up over my ass. He was standing behind me finger fucking me and telling me what he was going to do to me. We got off the elevator and walked down the hall to his room. We got through the door, and he pulled up my blouse and started sucking and kissing my breasts.”

With that, she pulled her blouse off and showed her tits to Jay. They were red were they had been rubbed so much, and there were fingernail marks around her ribcage. Jay continued to stroke himself, and it was getting harder to delay the rapidly approaching orgasm. 

“He led me over to the bed and pushed me down onto my stomach. He told me that he didn’t want foreplay, that he just wanted to use me for pleasure. I heard him take off is clothes, and I wanted to turn and watch him, but he told me to stay where I was. I did manage to see his reflection in the mirror. His cock was average size, but his balls were massive. They were easily the biggest I’d ever seen. I felt him flip my skirt up over my ass and mount me from behind. His balls brushed the back of my thighs as I parted my legs to allow him entrance. He slid all the way in on the first stroke. He didn’t take it slow; didn’t seem interested in making it last. We were on the fast track to intense orgasms. He pounded in and out of me for about three minutes before I orgasmed the first time. With each forceful stroke his large balls would bang against my clit, and the sensation was more than I could stand. After about two more minutes of hard thrusting he told me he was ready. Just the thought of the huge load that would come from a set of balls that big made me orgasm again. I clinched my cunt muscles around him and milked his cock. He grabbed my ass for extra control, and I could feel his cock start to spasm.”

Jay was glad this story was wrapping up. It was becoming inhumanly possible to keep an orgasm of this magnitude bottled up. He wasn’t going to last.

“I thought he would pull his cock out and cum all over my ass, or flip me over and let me watch it squirt all over my chest. But he didn’t. He groaned loudly and slammed deep in my cunt and stayed there. After a second, I felt a burst of cum shoot inside me. It was followed by three more bursts that I could feel filling me up. It was more cum than I could accommodate, and I could feel it running out from inside me. 

He pulled his drained cock out and never said another word. I stood up and pulled my blouse and skirt down. I couldn’t walk very fast, but I made my way out of the hotel. The walk here was a total daze, I’m not sure I can remember it. What I can remember is him draining all that cum inside me…”

With that, she pushed her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. Standing there in just her heels, Jay could see the cum still running out from inside her shaved slit. She looked like she’d been ravaged.

The story finally took its toll on Jay. With a grunt and a final stroke, a long white stream of cum shot out of Jay’s cock and landed on his chest. Two smaller shots landed on his stomach. Now, he was drained.

He and Missy were a mess. They decided to take a shower together and have some time with each other. Sometimes, you have to settle for having a perfect evening. 



Club Adventure



The front of the Club reminded me a lot of Temptations. It had a similar strip mall storefront feel to it. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot. A good sign. Beth was wearing her club outfit. Tiny little purple skirt, tight sweater, and her black fuck me boots. I knew that underneath she had on a bra and her black thong panties. She looked very hot.

We walked into the club. First was a little outer area waiting room. We buzzed and were let in. After being asked the typical questions ("Are you law enforcement?") we signed the forms and paid the $60 fee. A guy gave us a half-assed tour. Actually he pointed out where the main room was and told us to have fun.

The place was dark, smoky and pretty loud. The bass beat was thumping in my chest. Through the haze I could see that there was a pretty good crowd already. Various t.v.'s set up around the perimeter of the main area were showing porn. A nice touch. Beth and I began our first lap around the place to see what was there. Several rooms were down a hallway. Some of them had themes (like dungeon). They didn't seem to have too much action. Yet. Beth was getting some long looks from both the men and women as we walked by. Most eyes were glued to her big tits. I smiled and thought about what might happen that night.

We made our way back to the main room and scoped out a table to sit at. We sat and opened our bottle of wine and looked at some of the other people. Some nice looking women were there. Lots of guys as well. It was apparent that the club let single guys in to play. We were soon joined by two other couples. They were very friendly. One couple was a pair of regulars. They came to the place almost every weekend to play. The other couple was a set of first timers like us. It wasn't clear whether they had ever done something like this before. They had the deer in the headlights look about them. They weren't sure whether to stare at a naked woman walking by or just look away. I could definitely relate. We engaged in small talk; idle chitchat. The two husbands stared greedily at Beth. The wives were somewhat attractive. I could see myself banging either one of them. Nice friendly couples, like us.

Of course, that isn't what Beth had in mind.

She was staring at a corner of the dance floor where some black guys were standing and talking. She wasn't paying much attention to the conversation at the table. One of the husbands was asking me what we were into – he was obviously trying to see if Beth was interested in him. I told him that we were just kind of hanging to see what would happen that night – hoping to put him off for a bit. He said that his wife really wanted to get together with us both. I smiled and said that was cool and that I would talk to Beth about it. I was rubbing my hand up and down Beth's thigh, going higher and higher each time. Her breathing was a little ragged, and I knew that she was pretty excited by the situation. She turned to me.

"Honey?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

With that, Beth got up and walked over to the dance floor. All eyes at my table followed her as she made a beeline right to the two black guys. We watched as she started talking was soon out on the dance floor with one of them. Within minutes, his hands were running up and down her back and squeezing her ass. All pretenses were soon forgotten as the two began to kiss each other deeply and the black guy began kneading one of her large breasts.

"Is she coming back?" asked one of the guys at the table.

"Um, eventually," I said, smiling weakly. They all kind of stared at me and knew that my wife was there to get fucked by some black cock.

"Well, we're all going back to a room in a bit," the other guy said. "Do you want to join us?"

"Um, I have to wait here for her," I mumbled as I watched Beth grind her pelvis against the big black guy on the dance floor.

"Oh," said the other guy. "Well, if you don't think that she'll be back too soon. . ."

Just then, I noticed that Beth and her new friend were headed over to us. They walked up and Beth had a huge smile on her face. She was flushed and was likely dripping wet between her legs.

"Hi honey," she said. "C'mon, let's go back to a room so Ty here can fuck me."

"Um, ok," I said. The other couples just kind of smiled uncomfortably and watched the three of us go.

We went to one of the rooms and went inside. Beth sat down on the bed and Ty got in front of her.

"Why don't you strip me baby," he said.

"Mmmmm, yeah," said Beth. She took his shirt off of him and then unbuttoned his pants. She pulled them down, leaving him in only his boxers. They tented grotesquely from his huge cock. "Oh my," Beth giggled, "What have we here?" Beth pulled his boxers down and his huge black cock sprang free. It almost hit her in the face. The big purple head bobbed in front of her before Beth opened her mouth and began to suck on it. She sucked the head and down the shaft, getting it nice and wet. She began sliding both hands up and down the huge shaft. After a while she stopped sucking and looked at me.

"Why don't you take your clothes off too while Ty undresses me?"

I quickly took my clothes off as I watched the guy take my wife's clothes off. He spent a lot of time sucking her tits while he did it. He also licked her pussy a bit. Beth was moaning and gasping as his big tongue pushed into her pussy. Finally he stood up and grabbed his own huge cock. My own cock was almost bursting I was so hard.

"Hey baby," he said, "which cock do you want to fuck?"

"Mmmmmmmm," said Beth. "Go stand next to him Ty." Ty came and stood next to me, his big cock bouncing away. I was nowhere near either his size or girth. Beth walked over and grabbed both of our cocks. "Which cock do I want to fuck my tight little pussy? This huge black monster?" She slid her hand up and down the shaft of Ty's cock. "Or this one?" she said as she just grabbed my cock.

"Um, both?" I said as I began to enjoy her hand on my dick.

"Mmmmmm. There's an idea," said Beth. She had removed her hand from my cock and was now stroking Ty's cock with both hands. "God Mark, do you see how big this cock is?"

"Y-yes," I said.

"He's soooo much bigger than you. God come over here again." I walked over and Beth grabbed my cock again and brought it next to his. Ty had begun fingering Beth's pussy. She was really aroused and I knew that she would probably cum soon. "Look at this big beautiful black cock. I want it in my pussy soooo bad.

"So have you made a choice," smirked Ty, looking at me.

"Well, at least to start," said Beth, dropping my cock again and bending down to suck on Ty's cock.

I just stood there for a while while she sucked. Then she got up and laid down on the bed. Ty got on top of her and whispered in her ear. Beth chuckled and looked at me. "Honey, why don't you wait outside and listen to me getting fucked? You can imagine all the nasty things that Ty's doing to me in here."

"O.K." I said. I began to gather my clothes to put on.

"No, don't put on your clothes. Just wait outside the door. You'll know when we need you again."

As I walked out the door and began to pull it closed, I saw Ty's big cockhead begin to tease Beth's pussy lips. She was already moaning and saying how big it was. I listened to the two of them fuck for what seemed like forever. It was probably about thirty minutes. Beth was screaming and cumming and begging Ty to fuck her harder and faster. She was saying things like "It's never been this deep!" and "Oh my god, I've never been fucked like this before!" Finally, I heard Ty groaning and grunting and knew that he was cumming in her pussy.

There was silence for a while and then the door opened. Ty walked out smiling, his big dick flopping around in front of him. "Your wife needs you for cleanup," he said as he walked to the bathroom area.

I walked in and saw Beth spread out on the bed. It was hot and sweaty in the room and smelled of sex. Beth's legs were open and her pussy was red and puffy. Cum was leaking out of it and pooling on the sheets. She looked up at me with half opened eyes.

"H-hi honey," she said. "That was amazing. I've never cum like that before. He fucked the shit out of me."

"I heard," I replied.

"Do you think you could clean me up a bit?" Beth asked. I crawled between her legs and began to lick at the sticky gobs of cum. It was like a slow moving river coming out of her. I licked and licked as Beth recounted her fuck session. All the positions, how deep he went, how great his big black cock felt. Between licking her gooey pussy and her story, my cock was raging hard.

As I licked her, I suddenly felt something on my ass. I soon realized that it was a tongue. Ty had come back in and was sticking his tongue into my ass. I heard Beth groan as she looked and saw what was happening. Ty stabbed his tongue directly into me, and I moaned in pleasure.

"You like that?" said Beth, "You like another guy shoving his tongue into your ass?"

"Oh yeah," was all I could say. Ty had reached around and was slowing jacking my cock as he licked my quivering ass hole. Beth was moaning and I tried to keep licking her gooey cum-filled pussy. She watched Ty lick me and was soon cumming again. This caused more of Ty's spunk to ooze out of her well fucked pussy and into my waiting mouth. I thought that I would cum any minute. Beth moved back on the bed, away from my mouth on her pussy. She watched Ty continue to tongue my ass, then slid back down near me.

"Honey," said Beth.

"Mmmm?"

"I want to see you suck his cock. Would you do that for me? Would you suck Ty's huge cock?"

"Yeah," I answered. I didn't want him to stop licking my ass, but that thought of sucking on that black monster cock excited me. I turned and got on my knees on the bed as Ty came up to me, his cock quickly growing to its full hardness again. I looked at it for a few seconds. I was going to suck on another man's cock. The thought was a strange one, but also very exciting. Beth was breathing hard, waiting for me to take it into my mouth. I grabbed the shaft. It was warm and slightly sticky. I pumped up and down a few times. The first time I had done that with a cock that wasn't my own. I slowly moved my head down. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head a bit. I heard both Ty and Beth moan softly as my tongue made contact with his cockhead. It was warm and spongy. It tasted salty. A mixture of Beth and his cum. Not unpleasant, just different. I continued to lick and suck on the head of his cock. I quickly realized that I was not going to be able to get it into my mouth. My jaw simply would not open far enough. I liked and sucked on the head and down the long black shaft. I used my hands to jack his cock as well, and moved down to softly caress his balls. I figured that I might as well explore him fully since I was here. I head Ty moan a bit more loudly and looked for Beth. I realized that she had gone behind Ty and was shoving her tongue deep into his ass. We were double teaming him with our licking and tonguing. Ty was moaning and groaning more loudly, and I knew he would probably cum soon.

I stopped licking and sucking his huge cock and looked at him. "I want you to fuck Beth's pussy again."

Ty smiled. "Sure." Beth had stopped tonguing his asshole and came around to the bed again. Her had was rubbing her pussy and she looked at me in full agreement. She needed to have his big cock in her again.

"I want to fuck her in the ass at the same time though."

Ty looked at me. "You guys ever done that before?"

"Nope. But I've never sucked cock before either."

Ty smiled and said, "Well, let's give it a shot. That is, if Beth wants to."

Beth was rubbing her pussy furiously at this point. "Oh yeah. I want both of those cocks in me right now. But, how are we going to do this?"

"Well," I said, "Ty, you lie down on the bed." He did so, his big cock sticking straight up. "Now Beth, you slide that thing back into your pussy."

"Oh yeah," Beth moaned as she got on top of Ty and positioned her pussy over his cock. I could only watch in awe as the large black shaft slowly slid into her well lubed pussy. Beth began to slide up and down on his cock. I got my face down to her pussy and ass and began licking her ass. Every once in a while I would lick the shaft of Ty's cock and her pussy as well. Both were moaning loudly, and I didn't know how long either would last. When I though Beth's ass was lubed up enough, I gently pushed her forward a bit, so that she was almost lying completely on top of Ty. I climbed on the bed and awkwardly positioned the head of my cock with Beth's tight little asshole.

"Hold on a bit," I said, as I tried to get the head of my cock into Beth's ass. I was almost sitting on top of Ty's legs as I tried to push into Beth. Finally, I lined everything up and slowly slid my cock into Beth's ass. It felt really weird. I could feel Ty's big cock as I pushed. Beth was moaning and I was afraid that I was hurting her.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"N-no," grunted Beth. "J-just go, slowly."

I eased my cock in a bit more. Ty was doing a great job of staying still as Beth adjusted to the two cocks in her at once. I slid more of my cock into her ass. It was incredibly tight. Ty's cock was pushing against mine. The feeling was weird, but very nice. After a few more slow agonizing minutes, it was all the way in.

"Now what?" said Beth. "I feel completely stuffed."

"Well, let's try moving a little," I said, easing my cock out a bit. Ty did the same. It was disjointed a first, but we got into a bit of a rhythm soon enough. I couldn't believe that Beth had a cock in both her ass and pussy. "You like that?"

"Mmmmmm, not bad," said Beth, feeling the two cocks sawing in and out of her.

The problem was that the position I was in, kind of hunched over the two of them as I fucked her ass, was really uncomfortable. After only a few minutes, I had to slip out of her ass completely as my back couldn't take the pressure. I got off of them and the bed. Beth got off of Ty and got on all fours on the bed. She looked at Ty and said, "stick that thing in me from behind." Ty got behind her and slip his cock back into her pussy. Beth groaned as Ty began fucking her again. Beth looked up at me and said, "c-come here."

I walked over to her head again and Beth grabbed my cock. She opened her mouth and I slid in. Now she had two cocks in her again. One fucking her face and the other in her pussy. I grabbed Beth's head and began fucking her mouth. She was moaning and groaning as Ty began fucking her hard from behind. I quickly felt myself begin to lose it and began cumming in Beth's mouth. I hadn't cum all night and had quite a build up. I shot my load for what seemed like forever. A little squirted out of Beth's mouth and ran down her face. I pulled my now spent cock out of her mouth and bent down and kissed her hard as she was being fucked. Beth was screaming now as Ty fucked her hard and I knew she was cumming again. I tasted our juices in her mouth as she screamed into my lips.

Ty slowed down a bit after Beth came and said, "where do you want it?"

Beth smiled and looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Oooooo, in Mark's m-mouth."

I looked at her.

"C'mon honey, I want to see you swallow his cum. The same cum you were licking out of my pussy." I smiled as Ty pulled out of Beth's pussy with a squishy pop. He stayed kneeling as I crawled over to him on the bed and began to lick and suck on his cock again. He was real close and began to groan. I starting jacking his cock with my hand and put my mouth over the huge head of his dick.

"O-oh yeah," said Ty, grunting loudly. Suddenly, his cock jerked in my hand and I felt the first spirt hit my lips and tongue. I tried to cover the tip as best I could as he spurted a few more times directly into my mouth. His cum was hot and salty. The gooey texture was not entirely pleasant, but the whole scene was really erotic. I head Beth moan, "oh God!" and I think she came again. I was rubbing my own cock as I sucked on Ty's, feeling it get smaller.

We all kind of collapsed down on the bed. No one said anything or moved for a few minutes.

"That was fucking amazing," said Beth. 

"I need some water and a shower," I said, feeling the stickiness start to get a bit crusty.

"You two are awesome," said Ty, stretching out on the bed. "That was some good fucking sex."

"Thanks," I said, feeling myself blushing a bit. "You were pretty good too."

"So," he said, "you live down here or what?"

We told him about our vacation and that we were leaving in a few days.

"Well, maybe you could plan a trip to South Beach where I live," he said.

"Yeah, that would be nice," said Beth, eyeing his big cock.

"You bet," he said. "I still need to fuck you in the ass." The he looked at me. "Both of you." We all smiled and laughed a bit.

Ty got up and helped us both up. "How about we go find that shower and see if we have anything left?

"oh, man, its gonna be a long, hard night." 



Club Anais!



Dallas and Eve had hinted around to each other about wanting to go to a "club" like the one he'd found on the internet. You know the type of hint; those sort-of cloaked suggestions that are buried in nervousness and a bit of shame. And you know the type of club; those private, join for the night "swinger" places where basically anything goes. 

They had heatedly whispered their mutual desires countless times during the many torrid moments of their passionate lovemaking; in fact, those words were often the fuel that kept the fire burning! But to actually follow through with it? That was another story entirely and one about which each of them had also secretly fantasized.

Now that they were away for the weekend in that sultry, sinful southern city the reality was looming ever closer. They went out to a late supper on Saturday night with the idea of dropping by the place that Dallas had found; Club Anais! It was within walking distance of the restaurant, tucked off on a side street, and they both wanted the exercise after dinner. Eve liked to have the sensation of a slight hunger in her gut before sex; it worked to ramp up her carnal appetite even more. As they strolled along, she felt the beginning of a dull, steady pounding in her chest. She was giddy with excitement and a little scared too.

Dallas sensed her mood and glanced over. "Getting excited, aren't you, baby?" he asked with a big grin on his face. 

Eve turned to look at him, nodded and smiled. Seeing him was like looking into a mirror and taking in her own reflection; he too was excited and nervous. They squeezed each other's hand tighter and walked faster. As they crossed the street, they saw several big bouncer-type guys in dark suits standing around a doorway. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, chuckling, but not drawing attention to the place. Though Dallas and Eve had never been to a club like this before, they knew this was it; even the air outside the doorway felt heated and charged. As they approached the entrance, Dallas pulled Eve in closer to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. They could now see that the attendant outside staff were wired with headsets and collectively emanated a very serious, professional and no-nonsense air. 

The talking between the men ceased; the largest guy peeled away from the group and spoke, "Good evening, sir," as he looked Dallas in the eye and pumped his hand vigorously. Then immediately, not waiting for a response, he turned his head and shifted his full attention to Eve, his eyes quickly, and absolutely devouring her complete visage. "Madam," he said, bowing, his voice deeper now and his hand outstretched to receive hers. Without hesitation, Eve lifted her hand and gently placed it in his and felt a bolt surge through her body as his warm lips grazed the top of her hand. He raised his eyes to again consume her and returning to full height said, "Welcome to Anais. I'm certain all that you seek, you shall find here. And in your particular case, my Beauty, you shall be the answer to the many dreams of others too."

"Why, thank you," murmured Eve. She felt the sudden warmth of Dallas' hand on the small of her back and a soft, but urgent push forward. As the doors were opened for their entrance, Eve felt a little light headed and short of breath. 

As they passed over the threshold, the visceral thump-thump-thump of the music pumped through their bodies. "You do look absolutely exquisite this evening, Eve," Dallas whispered in her ear. "Even more alluring than usual; I've been trying to put my finger on it all night. Perhaps it's the fiery glint in your beautiful eyes. You are radiant with sexual energy and I'm a prisoner to it. Let's see how many others fall prey tonight." Dallas didn't usually say a whole lot, so when he did, she listened. And when she listened, she often ended up wet and aching between her legs. Tonight was no different, except that she was wetter and aching even more than usual.

Eve watched Dallas' face as he spoke to her, greedily feasting on his beauty. She thought he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen and it was precisely the enticement of his beauty that kept her carnal appetite for him running high and hard. She knew he was considered classically handsome in that rugged, Marlboro-man sort of way. He caught the constant attention of most women and he didn't go unnoticed by the sharp and discerning gay guys either. 

But what turned Eve on wasn't the rugged masculine thing. No, what had kept her hot for him for decades was the subtle, yet compelling, almost feminine, attributes he possessed. Naked, he was extraordinarily beautiful. Although he had a very muscular, athletic build, his body was classically feminine too. Eve had studied enough Art history to know they typically used male models to depict female subjects during most of the classical eras of painting, therefore the women often had very toned, muscled bodies. The androgynous nature of those models had always stimulated her. 

His legs lacked an abundance of hair and were therefore quite smooth for a man. They were long and shapely too; Eve often fantasized about shaving them and carefully running a delicate silk stocking up each one. His chest had well developed muscular breasts and, like his legs, was virtually hairless. His nipples were the type that remained constantly hard and pressed against the cotton shirts he wore. 

It was Dallas' ass that drove Eve absolutely wild however. Seen from behind, his broad shoulders stood atop a strong back which gave way to a lovely, tapered waist. Beneath his waist lay his exceptionally well muscled buttocks, each cheek high, rounded and firm. Between those cheeks was the portal to their mutual bliss. Dallas was still somewhat ambivalent with Eve when it came to her infatuation with fucking him. He was game, but he remained uncertain about just how far he was willing to go and with whom. And it was precisely this hesitancy, this shyness that kept her clit stiff pretty much constantly. Not a day passed by that Eve did not think about his lovely ass and just what she'd like to do with it given the opportunity. She was certain that she had an ass fetish; Dallas ' ass in particular.

"Eve, honey, where are you?" Dallas asked as he waved his hand in front of her face. She shook her head quickly from side to side and was startled to find herself standing with him in front of a table behind which sat an attractive young woman looking at her expectantly.

"Madam, your last name please?" she repeated.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I was lost in thought. Adams . Eve Adams'" she said. "But I don't want to be on any mailing lists or be contacted in any way. OK?"

"Of course not, Madam. Privacy is our pledge to you at Club Anais. Once you crossed our threshold, you've entered a place and time which has no past or future, just the present. Think of it as our gift to you." Her tongue slid across her full, moist lips as she smiled at Eve. "And sir, your last name, please?"

" Norman ," Dallas said. "How late do you stay open tonight?"

"There is neither a beginning nor an ending to your time here, Mr. Norman." Again she licked her luscious lips. "If you'd be so kind as to follow Maxwell, he'll show you and Ms. Adams around and explain all the ins and outs of the club." She winked as she placed emphasis on her pun, "ins and outs". Eve saw Dallas wink back at her and felt a tingle pulsate through her breasts. She glanced down at her heaving chest and saw that her nipples were completely hard and visibly pressing against her thin shirt.

Maxwell led the way into a dimly lit room with a central circular bar as its main attraction. The room was only partially filled with clientele; it didn't look like the makings for a very lasting and lascivious Saturday night. "This is our main lounge. It's BYOB but the bartenders do have a good assortment of mixers available for you," Maxwell declared as he smiled at the scantily clad twenty-something male server. "Here," he chuckled, "is our main dance floor complete with a pole in case you're in the mood to entertain the other guests."

Dallas and Eve stuck close to Maxwell as they passed from room to room. Eve was listening intently, but found herself constantly distracted by the other "members" who appeared to be in varying stages of undress rather than dress. Dallas stayed by Eve's side, his warm hand gently nudging her along. "Looks pretty interesting, don't you think?" he quietly inquired.

"God, Dallas! This is wild. Did you see the couple, or rather threesome, on the dance floor back there? It looks like this scene is not only geared toward the straight crowd after all. Those two women were totally going for it while that other guy watched," Eve whispered back loudly. "Feel my heart, baby. It's banging away like crazy in my chest!" She giggled and brought his hand up to her breast. He pressed his palm against her, and then cupped her boob and squeezed.

"Well it sure seems as though you two are ready to be on your own," Maxwell exclaimed with a wink. "Let me just show you our second floor; it's designed for our more intimate groupings and play. Then I'll leave you to enjoy the rest of your evening."

At the end of a long, softly lit hallway, they came to an elevator door. A small group of people were waiting, laughing and joking amongst themselves. Dallas nodded to a tall Latino guy who had not taken his eyes off of him since they'd started down the hallway. Eve felt her clit stir and start to harden as she watched Dallas hold the guy's gaze.

The doors clanked open and everyone filed in, moving toward the back of the cab, and pressed in close together. Eve and Dallas followed the big Latin guy and, with Maxwell, were the last ones in. They turned to face the doors, and as they closed, Dallas felt a large, warm hand begin to rub his ass. Dallas gently pulled Eve over in front of him and, holding her hips, pressed his cock, which was hard now, up against her. As he did so, the guy behind him mimicked his moves, pressing and pushing his rock-hard dick between Dallas ' thighs. Dallas carefully brought his right hand around behind him and felt the warmth of the exposed thick cock. The guy was hung like a horse and was as hard as iron.

The elevator lurched to a stop and the doors opened. "Find me later on," the guy gruffly whispered in Dallas ' ear as he crammed his cock back in his pants. "And bring her too. I like it all. So will you."

"Looks like you make friends easily," Maxwell said to Dallas with another wink. "That was Carlos; he's a regular at Anais and one of our members who seems to have what it takes to keep the other guests returning." Maxwell laughed at his own joke and nodded knowingly to Eve and Dallas.

"Follow me, please. There are just a few more details," said Maxwell as he briskly moved through a maze of under lit corridors. "This is our DVD viewing room complete with non-stop screening." Eve looked up at the screen and was visually bombarded with a movie-theatre sized image of a glistening shaved pussy being rapidly stroked by a ring laden hand with long spiky, red nails.

"Whoa," Eve exclaimed. "There's no missing what's playing up there, huh?"

Dallas sensed Eve's displeasure and gently pulled her under his arm and nestled his face in her hair. She looked over at him; he kissed her forehead and smiled. He said softly, "Hey, it's OK. We don't have to hang out in here if it makes you feel uncomfortable. I know you're sensitive and appreciate a certain level of class when it comes to this type of thing."

"Eve stammered, "It's just that...I don't know. It's just so, BIG and LOUD and..."

"Don't worry, baby. I get it. Let's get out of here." They followed Maxwell, who was pointing through a doorway, announcing, "Now this is our private living room; you are free to just hang out in here and listen to music and relax."

Eve poked her head in the room and could barely make out a few couples scattered about the room on various pieces of lounge furniture. One girl was on her knees vigorously sucking a guy's cock, another guy had his face buried between a girl's spread legs and another man was furiously fucking a guy from behind, climaxing just as Dallas stuck his head through the door frame.

Dallas and Eve quickly shot each other a look. Eve stuck her hand down his pants and felt his hard dick, murmuring, "This is really starting to make me hot, baby." She laid her head on his chest and inhaled deeply, bringing in his delicious and familiar scent.

"We're almost at the end of the tour," Maxwell said hesitantly. It was usually at this point in the "tour" when his clients were ready to lose him and get down to their own business. However, he knew that if they knew what lay ahead, they'd stick it out til the end.

Eve and Dallas followed Maxwell, meandering through another series of dimly lit hallways which finally opened on to a vestibule type area with a series of "rooms" running down the left hand side. Each "room" was separated from the one on either side of it by a sheer, iridescent piece of fabric which hung from the ceiling. A full sized bed covered the entire floor of each room and had an assortment of ethnic-patterned pillows scattered about the headboard. At the entrance of each "room" hung another crinkled sheer piece of fabric which served as a door, but was nothing of the sort. The overall effect was exotic and seductive; very low lighting, shimmering fabrics, soft materials and naked bodies languidly lying about in varying stages of lovemaking.

Dallas stepped behind Eve and pressed his cock into her ass again and said hoarsely in her ear, "Feel how hard I am, Eve. This makes me want to fuck you right here, right now with all of these people watching." He gripped her tits and pulled and twisted her nipples. Eve slowly pulled away from Dallas and turned to face him. She opened her mouth and stuck her wet, tongue deep into his mouth. She was breathing very hard and grinding her crotch into his. 

As they turned to follow Maxwell, they both stopped dead in their tracks as they watched a woman wrap her lips around the hard thick cock of a guy lying next to her. He pulled the sheet down to give Dallas and Eve a better view as she swallowed him whole. He spread his legs wide open and sucked the fingers she had stuck in his mouth. Looking at Dallas , he moaned as he took two of her fingers up his ass. The woman stroked his dick with her other hand while moving in between his open legs. She fucked him with her fingers and tongue, pulling fast on his fat cock. 

The muscles in his legs are flexed taut and his breath is quick. She buried a third finger up his ass and began to gently roll him over on his hands and knees. Dallas and Eve can see as she rises to her knees that she is wearing a very nice sized strap-on cock. The guy is rock hard and his ass is very loose and wet from the attention of her fingers and tongue. He turns his head and looks straight at Eve and Dallas as he groans with pleasure. The woman feels his orgasm rising and pulls her fingers out and shoves her hot rod deep inside him. He starts shooting his load as she climbs up on him and rides his beautiful ass. 

"God, baby. Let's wrap up this little tour, shall we?" Eve whispered while twirling her tongue along the outer edges of Dallas ' ear.

They stumbled forward following Maxwell down another corridor. He pointed to several rounded interior windows that covered the length of the right-hand wall, then stopped and motioned for them to look inside; they leaned forward together and peered through the glass. "This is our premier Exhibition Room," he boasted. "You can see that virtually the entire room is taken up by that round bed covered in white leather. There are 360 degree viewing windows; we offer this in hopes of satisfying each member's desire to be either exhibitionist or voyeur. Whatever you want, this room's got it: climate control, piped in music, black lights, toy cubbies, you name it. Ahhh, just in time. It looks as though a show is about to begin," whispered Maxwell, his voice filled with lust as he pointed to one of the viewing windows. 

A naked woman and a partially clad man were lying on the round leather bed. She untied and removed the neck tie that was around his neck. With it she tied his arms up over his head. She wasted no time and hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, unfastened his belt and pulled his trousers off. Then she opened his thighs and slowly twisted a jeweled butt plug into his moist, quivering asshole. The room was wired for sound and Dallas and Eve can hear his moans growing louder as he falls prey to her desires.

As she wrapped a leather metal studded ring tight around his cock, the jewel in his ass flickered as the black light reflected off of it. She then applied a pair of nipple clamps on his tits and asked him to lift his head, offering him a sniff of RUSH. She slowly poured oil over his cock and balls and begins to firmly stroke his throbbing, hard dick. He took off from the RUSH, groaning with lust as she twirled the jewel around in his asshole, pulling it against his tight bud. Grabbing the chain of the clamps, she slowly tugged harder on his nipples. 

As she crawled up his body, he asked for another sniff. He inhaled just as she slides her shiny, wet pussy down the full length of his cock. She rode him fast and deep, then slow, then close and hard. She leaned into him and fills his mouth with her breasts, reaching forward to untie his wrists. He swung his arms down fast and quickly grabbed her ass, squeezing down hard on the plug buried up his ass, he bucks into her. He filled her as she exploded on top of him.

Maxwell quickly turned on his heel while extending his arm out in a sweeping motion toward the room behind him, "Very nice indeed," he said with enthusiasm. "And finally, our group playroom. You want to join in; feel free. But this room is ONLY for active play; absolutely no watching is allowed! Again, we welcome you to Anais. Be safe and have fun!" With those parting words, he bowed and briskly scurried down the corridor whispering urgently into the microphone attached to the lapel of his blazer.

Eve and Dallas suddenly found themselves surrounded by dark silence and within seconds were groping each other with a fierce passion. Dallas jammed his hand down Eve's pants and cupped his palm tight over her smooth, wet mound. He sunk three fingers inside her and began flicking them back and forth quickly in a beckoning motion against her spot. Eve's knees buckled and she squatted into his hand, thrusting her hips forward. She instantly shuddered and then went rigid, letting out a series of loud, deep throated groans. "Ohhh, shit. God! FUCK. Ahhhh, baby...don't stop."

"That's right, baby. That's it. Just like that. Ride it hard. Fill my hand. Keep filling me, baby," Dallas urged as he pulled Eve's head back with his other hand and stared at her face, now glistening with sweat. "How 'bout a little more, baby? Like this? You love it just...like...this," Dallas spit out through clenched teeth as Eve convulsed and rode his hand. As Eve continued coming, Dallas suddenly felt the warmth of another body press up behind him.

"Damn, she sure looks good doing that. I had figured she'd be something to see, but she's even better than I thought," a deep voice whispered hoarsely in his ear. He felt two arms encircle his waist grabbing hold of his belt buckle; within seconds his pants were unfastened and hanging down around his knees. One hand seized his throbbing hard cock, roughly wrapping a fist around it. The other hand slid between his legs and cradled his hot, tight balls. As the fist stroked his dick, Dallas moaned with pleasure. Eve opened her eyes and saw a huge, darkened figure behind Dallas . As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she recognized Carlos, the guy from the elevator. 




Club Anais!



"Hey, beautiful. He seems to know just how to do that for you," he chuckled pressing harder into Dallas and leaning closer in toward Eve. Carlos continued to pound Dallas ' cock while spitting in his other hand. Eve watched him lower his hand in between Dallas and himself; Dallas lurched forward and winced as Carlos sunk a couple of fingers up his greased ass. "I want him to give me lessons so I can make you come like that too. Would you like that? Maybe we could take turns; how about that?" Carlos asked with a bewitching smile. "If I had another hand I'd place it on your head and force you to your knees in front of his cock right now."

Eve dropped like a stone at his words and swallowed Dallas ' cock whole. Carlos continued to stroke, synchronizing his motion now to match the pull of her mouth. Dallas was breathing harder and louder as he ground his ass down onto Carlos' fingers. "More. More," he begged as Carlos opened his ass wider and shoved another finger inside. Dallas thrust his hips forward, sinking his cock deeper down Eve's throat, then backward, burying Carlos' fingers further up his ass. He began to pick up the tempo, moaning loudly as he felt the waves of pleasure wash through him.

"That'll do for now, big guy. Wouldn't want to blow your load too early," Carlos said as he pulled his hand out. Looking at Eve he ordered, "Come over here and suck my cock; looks like you know just how to do that to get him off too. I want you to show me how you do it so I can suck his dick just like you do."

Dallas stepped aside and Eve quickly scurried forward on her knees to place herself in front of Carlos' crotch. The outline of his enormous, hard cock was visible through the black thin fabric of his pants. He rammed his hips toward her face and slowly shook his hips from side to side in front of her. Eve panted loudly as she reached up and wrestled with the clasp. 

"Looks like we have an audience now, baby," whispered Dallas , the excitement in his voice audible. Eve quickly glanced around and saw about a dozen other people standing around them. She shot Dallas a quick look, he nodded and she turned her attention to the removal of Carlos' pants. Her fingers nimbly freed the clasp and the silk pants fell to his feet in one rapid motion. "Oh my God," Eve stammered, her eyes widening with amazement. "Oh, just let me..." but before she could finish her request, Carlos had stuck the head of his gigantic pole in her mouth. There were no words that could get around that mouthful and Eve's breathing became labored with only her nostrils available for the passage of air. 

"Hey, take it easy on her," Dallas exclaimed, placing his hand on the back of Eve's head for support as she slowly began to get her mouth around the girth of him. 

"She'll do just fine," someone from the crowd said. "It's always like this at first with him. But you'll see; she'll like it so much, her mouth will just give way and she'll deep throat him in no time." 

"That's right," murmured another voice. "Open up girl; show us how far down you can swallow that piece of lumber."

Eve's eyes were open wide, darting to her left and right, watching the onlookers as they started to close in to get a better look. Dallas started to stroke his cock with his other hand as he watched her slowly slide her mouth down the thick, hard shaft.

"Open up, baby," pleaded Carlos as he continued to sink the length of himself down her throat. "Oh yeah; I knew you could do it. Don't worry, your man is watching you baby. You're making him real hard as you swallow my cock. Take some more...that's it. He wants you to take it to the hilt. Show him how it's done."

Eve had never even imagined a cock this huge, much less trying to swallow it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing her jaws, listening to Carlos' words of encouragement and the groans of the other spectators. She wanted Dallas to watch her take this cock all the way down; she held it with both hands, pulling it in deeper down her throat. She opened her eyes to a loud groaning sound and realized it was coming from her. Dallas had begun to push her head forward over the shaft when he saw her mouth loosen up and give way. She took the giant rod down deep, twisting her head from side to side, pressing her tongue along the rim of the head.

Carlos was almost screaming now, "Oh that's it. Now you're doing it. Suck me harder. He's watching you suck me down. Pull me in deeper. I want to shoot all over both of your faces. Do it, baby. Get me there. He wants to suck me off right at the end." 

Dallas dropped to his knees too. He opened his mouth as Eve held the cock for him. He could only just wrap his lips around the head, but that was perfect because Carlos was about to come anyway. He flicked his tongue inside the dick hole and sucked at the first hot juice. "Oh God Eve; oh baby, look," Dallas moaned. Carlos thrust his hips forward and arched his back as he sprayed both of their faces with his creamy load. He shot three, four, five hot wads and completely covered them. Dallas and Eve turned to face one another and licked and sucked and swallowed every last bit off of each other. "Mmmm, that was so wickedly lovely, Dallas ," Eve murmured against his cheek. "You were beautiful, baby."

"You two look real nice doing that," someone in the crowd said, "Real nice." 

"Want to watch us for a while?" a small woman asked timidly. "Johnny and I want to please you now too. I'm Ashley. We'll be in one of the rooms down the hall."

Dallas and Eve leaned back against the wall, pulling each other into a tight embrace. Their breathing was slowing down, their sighs subsiding. "Why don't we just take it easy now, baby, and let somebody else put on the show," Dallas asked with a sweet grin spreading across his face.

As he rose to his feet and bent down to help lift her up, Eve nodded her consent, "Whatever you want, Dallas ; I'm completely spent right now. I'll follow your lead."

They walked back toward the wider hallway, heading in the same direction that the couple who was so eager to please them had gone. As they approached the wall of rooms, they saw two over-stuffed chairs and dropped down into them, their eyes instantly captivated by the various displays of carnal entertainment before them.

The guy called Johnny was lying on his stomach next to Ashley. He moved slightly as she gently climbed on his back. Ashley leaned down and he arched his ass to meet her lips. Just as her lips touched his skin, she slid her hand under him, wrapping her fist around his hardening cock. He lifted his ass higher in the air, giving her more room to fully stroke him. Ashley looked over at Dallas and Eve while spreading Johnny's ass cheeks wider apart. She plunged her hard, wet tongue deep inside him as he moaned, "Deeper. Yeah. Deeper, baby, up my ass." She pulled her tongue out and stretched him wider, sliding three fingers inside him. He slowly rose to his hands and knees; she squeezed harder on his cock and shimmied her torso between his legs, turning over to face him. 

Eve couldn't take her eyes off of them and whispered to Dallas , "She's going to suck his cock now, baby. Watch." Ashley raised her head and completely covered his cock with her wet, hot mouth. Johnny grabbed his dick, pounding it hard as she sucked. He yelled out as he shot his hot, thick load all over her face and into her open mouth. 

Eve's breath is coming quicker again as she watched Ashley and Johnny fucking each other. Looking over at Dallas she starts to say something but notices that he's looking in another room further down. Dallas stretched his hand out to her and as they rise he says, "Let's go see what's happening in there." Eve's eye dropped to Dallas ' crotch and she saw the outline of his hard cock pressing against his pants. She laid her palm firmly against it and looked deeply into his eyes for a moment. "Are we OK with this so far?" she asked him quietly. 

Dallas placed his hands on her cheeks and pulling her face to his lips, kissed her passionately. "Yes, baby. This is working just fine for me. Are you alright?" 

Eve nodded and smiled and raised her hand to open the sheer fabric that covered the doorway to the room. They stood at the edge of the bed and watched the two women who were lying on it.

One woman knelt next to another woman on the bed and watched her chest rise and fall as she rested. The kneeling woman bent forward, and began to suck her breasts as the other woman startled, then gasped with pleasure. "I'm Chloe," the woman on her knees stated as her eyes lifted to meet Dallas ', "and this is Jane." She bit and pulled on Jane's nipples, circling her tongue round and round the hardened buds. Jane moaned, flushed with excitement. Chloe leaned forward and stretched both arms out, burying one hand inside Jane's glistening pussy, the other filling Jane's mouth with her fingers. The faster she stroked her pussy, the harder Jane sucked her fingers. Chloe moved her mouth quickly from one tit to the other- blowing, pulling, sucking and biting. 

Eve watched them more closely as the muscles tighten in Jane's body, grinding her hips hard against the hand between her legs and bit deep into the hand in her mouth. As their passion rises, Chloe quickly reverse mounts Jane, spreading her cunt across her face. She leaned forward and plunged her hard tongue into her dripping pussy; she also slipped a slicked finger in her ass, sucking, bucking and fucking every piece of her. Their groans fill each other's pussy as they both come in each other's mouths. 

Dallas had unzipped his pants and was rubbing and stroking his cock as he watched the two women feasting on each other's cunt. Eve watched him as he watched them and his breathing was hard and shallow.

"Looks like you two are ready for a little more action now," a familiar voice whispered behind them.

Chloe dismounts upon hearing the voice, looks over and smiles, "Hey Carlos. Come over here baby and kiss my cunt soaked lips."

Jane sat up, switching to her side, and propped her head up with her hand and leaned toward the doorway. Her mouth is only inches away from Dallas ' rigid cock. She sticks her tongue out and twirls it around the end of his dick, moaning as she swallows the juices which are dangling down.

"Oh yeah. Please suck my dick," Dallas begged as he thrusts his pole forward toward her open mouth. "Swallow my rod and balls, baby."

As Eve crawled through the doorway and onto the bed she watches Dallas sink his fat cock between Jane's lips. Carlos stepped around Dallas and moved onto the bed too, pressing his full lips against Chloe's still-glistening mouth. Dallas stays put at the doorway, pumping his dick fast down Jane's throat. As he thrusts, Jane moved around, making room for the newcomers. She ends up on her back, her head hanging off the edge of the mattress, upside down. In this new position, Dallas has a straight shot down her throat and he seizes the opportunity to ream her good with his cock. Jane gags and swallows and gags some more as his cock fills her.

Eve quietly watches everyone around her, amazed at the fierce passion that has consumed each of them. She slips two fingers into her aching cunt and flicks them back and forth. Jane is inching away from the doorway with Dallas ' cock still plugging her mouth to the hilt. He has climbed on the edge of the bed, and falling forward, he buries his head between her legs, as together they create the picture perfect image of the 69 position. 

Eve's fingers pick up the tempo as she watches Dallas pull Jane's swollen labia wide open and strike his tongue repeatedly against her stiff clit. Jane's cries are coming more quickly as she pushes her hips faster against Dallas ' open mouth.

Carlos watches Eve longingly as he makes his way over to her, he whispers," Hey beautiful, what's your name anyway?"

Startled, Eve answers quickly, "Oh, Eve. And that's Dallas ."

"Well Eve, Dallas sure seems to have a knack for eating pussy," Carlos said, his voice brimming with lust. "And I'll bet he got so good at it by eating yours; and I'll bet he eats yours so much because it's so fine. How about giving me a little taste?"

Eve stared at Carlos, watching him crawl across the bed toward her, his eyes zeroed in between her legs. As he approached, she slowly withdrew her cream covered fingers and held them out to him. He lunged forward and hungrily swirled his hard tongue across her hand and through her fingers, sampling the subtleties of her flavor.

"Mmm," he murmured, "You taste like more, baby. So good in fact, I'd like to share." He looked over at Chloe and nodded. She eagerly scurried across the mattress, smiling at Eve.

"You're lovely, Eve. I'll bet you taste like bottled beauty," Chloe whispered as her warm breath swirled around the outer edges of Eve's ripening flower.

Eve's eyes darted from Carlos to Chloe, aware that her pussy was aching with a strong desire for both of them, for all of it. As they spoke to her, she placed her hands between her legs and slowly spread them wide. Chloe quickly gasped and moved in even closer. Carlos smiled, licking his full, swollen lips. Eve grasped each of her outer labia between her fingers and folded them back, exposing her moist, plum colored mollusk. "Why don't you take turns," Eve posited, "and whoever gets me off first is the lucky winner. I'll return the favor in kind."

A broad smile spread across Chloe's face as she dove into the tender, smooth mound between Eve's legs. Her tongue flicked long, hard licks from the top of her clit to the center of her asshole, working to slowly slice Eve wide open. She held an outer labial lip in each hand, her fingers constantly kneading and massaging them as her tongue pressed, then stopped; pressed, then stopped.

"Oh yeah, girl. God. Yes. You know how to fuck my cunt with your face. Oh, yes. Now, now..." Eve stuttered, her breath catching in her throat. "Oh shit...NOW!" Chloe shoved three fingers deep inside her pussy and rapidly moved them back and forth as she sucked and pulled on Eve's clit.

Carlos watched and pulled Chloe's legs apart and mounted her from behind, burying his giant cock deep within her steaming cunt. Chloe bucked back onto him, greedy for the full measure. Dallas and Jane felt the heat and were now eager to ride the train. Jane crawled toward Eve and began to fiercely kiss and suck her tits. She pulled and bit her nipples as Eve continued to fill Chloe's mouth. Jane straddled Eve's chest and spread her wet, furry pussy all over Eve's face. "Oh, do me like she's doing you, baby. Tongue fuck my cunt," Jane begged as she ground her pussy into Eve's mouth.

Dallas stroked his cock as Carlos reamed Chloe's cunt. He was still amazed by the size of Carlos' cock, which glistened now with Chloe's juices. "Fuck my ass, cowboy," Carlos hissed as he looked at Dallas ' rigid rod. "I've got a nice tight cunt right here for your cock. Come fuck right through me and into them."

Dallas moved quickly across the bed, making his way to the entrance of Carlos' ass in short order. He'd never fucked a guy in the ass before, but he was sure eager to lay into this guy. Carlos leaned farther forward and spread his legs, lifting his tight ass higher up in the air. Dallas spread his cheeks and coated his hole with spit. He pressed his cock against the dark spot, pushing hard to penetrate. Carlos shook his ass and squeezed down tightly, teasing him. Dallas leaned into his ass and thrust his hips forward and broke through. Carlos called out as he felt the full force of Dallas ' hot, hard cock splay him wide open. Dallas pounded him hard, driving Carlos deeper inside Chloe, who then pressed more firmly against Eve's swollen clit.

"Oh God. That's it baby," Eve called out. "Drive your beautiful cock straight through them. Come deep into me, Dallas. Fuck them harder, baby."

Dallas closed his eyes, leaned his head back and listened to the symphony of Eve's pleas. He jerked back, filling Carlos' ass with his hot, creamy load. Carlos bucked his wad straight up Chloe's cunt when he felt the warmth of Dallas spread through him. Chloe squeezed her pussy around Carlos' pole and came hard against the force of it. Jane's juices washed over Eve's face as she heard the deep, throaty moans of the men around her. And Eve quietly convulsed again and again as her cunt kept coming and crashing and coming some more. 

Dallas and Eve disentangled their bodies from the mound of hot flesh and made their way to each other's arms. Dallas leaned against the wall and cradled Eve in his arms. Her breathing began to return to normal as she exhaled quietly. Dallas placed a hand under her chin and tilted her face to his, "That was so fine, baby. You are so fine. I loved watching you receive so much pleasure." He leaned down and kissed her softly on the nose. 

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