7 comments/ 30198 views/ 6 favorites Love in the Club By: SpicyPepper "Is your homework done, dear?" Kayla rolled her eyes. This was becoming tedious. "Mom, I'm in university now. I don't have homework, I have reading." "Well, is your reading done, dear?" Kayla cringed. Of course her reading was done, but it never failed that her mother would ask her regardless. She was nineteen, a high school graduate with honors, and had a complete university scholarship. She'd never fallen behind in a class in her life and her mother knew it. Kayla suspected that it just made her mother feel better to fuss, so usually she just grinned and bared it. Lately though, it was really starting to rub Kayla the wrong way . "Yes, and now I'm leaving," she said. "What time will you be back?" Her mother asked. "I'm not sure, but don't wait up." She said. "I don't like the idea of you being out at all hours of the night," said her mother, "it makes me nervous." "Nervous about what, Mom?" Kayla was becoming exasperated. She just wanted this conversation to be over so she could get out the door and see Joelle. If her mother knew she was going out on a school night to get rimmed by her lesbian lover, her mother would have an aneurysm. "There are lots of things in this world that you just don't know about dear, and you better pray you never do!" Her mother was becoming puritanical. Kayla laughed to herself; if her mother knew that three nights ago she'd had clamps tensing on her nipples, sending ripples of pain and pleasure all over her skin and down to her clit that dampened her panties, she would drag her off to a nunnery and have her drowned in holy water. Just thinking about it brought up more tantalizing details of her making love with Joelle. That same night Joelle had introduced her to anal beads and had Kayla on her knees begging for release. No one had ever made Kayla feel this way, and she had never even been with a man before. Joelle liked to dominate, and Kayla was beginning to learn all about submission. It hadn't been long, but Kayla was falling madly in love with Joelle. Joelle had opened her naïve eyes to aspects of the world that Kayla would otherwise know nothing about. Kayla felt like a seed and with Joelle's love and imagination, she was blossoming into a bright, beautiful flower. "Mom, enough. I'll see you later, okay?" And without waiting for a response, Kayla left. Walking away from her house was like being freed from the shackles of oppression. Maintaining this good-girl routine was tiresome and she wasn't sure she could keep up the pretense for much longer. She knew she was going to have to move out soon, which would break her mother's heart. Kayla's father had died when she was a young girl, and her mother was a bible fanatic. Kayla had been raised immersed in the catholic faith, and resented it to her core. She was the only thing her mother had in the world, other than her bible. And now she was off to meet Joelle. Ah, Joelle, her pleasure angel! Joelle was blonde and curvy with sumptuous lips that begged to be nibbled and harbored a mischief in her eyes that dared to be defied. Kayla and Joelle had been childhood friends until Kayla's father died and her mother sent her to a catholic school. They'd never really kept in touch until they met up at the university. Now they were more than just friends, they were lovers. It had only been a few months, but Joelle was introducing Kayla to things that she'd never even dreamed. Dildos, butt-plugs, whips, spanking. God, she loved a good spanking. Joelle had been teaching Kayla what it meant to submit, and at this point, Kayla would have given Joelle the world wrapped in gold paper if that's what she asked for. Kayla smiled to herself as she walked towards the bus stop. The more she thought about Joelle, the moister her panties became. If she wasn't careful, she was going to leave a nice, wet smear on the bus seat. That thought made her grin widen. Tonight, Joelle had promised her a wonderful surprise. Kayla delved into her imagination, wondering what it could be. In the privacy of Joelle's small apartment they were free to express their love any way they chose. Maybe Joelle would wear the strap-on and fuck her. She'd never been fucked before, and she had told Joelle that. Joelle had smiled at her and had said, "Good." She imagined what it would be like to fuck Joelle and her knees quivered. The thought of Joelle suckling her nipples, whip in hand ready to distribute punishment for disobedience, driving her large, lubed strap-on deep into Kayla's virginal pussy while demanding she orgasm made her body quiver with excitement. Joelle's bosom would be heaving as she drove the phallus deeper, her blonde hair sweaty and dripping onto Kayla's face and breasts. Joelle's sweet kiss, her flicking tongue would lick all over Kayla's body, bringing her nothing but sweet bliss. The thought was too much to bear and Kayla flushed with excitement. The bus rolled up and Kayla hopped on, conscious now of her flushed face and dripping pussy. She sat alone near the front of the bus and dreamed in her private reverie of losing her virginity to the only person she had ever fallen in love with. By the time she got off the bus she was about ready to vault herself onto a fence post. She was supposed to meet Joelle at a coffee shop downtown. It was on the seedier side of downtown and Kayla was a little put out at having to walk alone. Kayla began walking from the bus stop down the industrial street. It was mainly warehouses and closed businesses and Kayla started getting nervous. She cursed Joelle silently in her head for making her walk alone downtown. "Thinking about me?" a husky voice purred from behind her. Kayla jumped. "Joelle!" "Hello, darling," Joelle said, grabbing Kayla's hand and nibbling on her wrist. Kayla stared at her and she felt her heart lurch into her throat. Joelle was a sight. Her lovely blonde hair was tied up, with a few tendrils hanging down to frame her face. She was wearing a white, form fitting dress that cascaded from an A-line waist, down to her knees. Her dark eyes were amplified by the subtlest hint of makeup. "You look like an angel," whispered Kayla as she watched Joelle nibble her way up her arm. Each touch of her mouth sent shivers through Kayla's body and it was all she could do to prevent herself from shuddering. Joelle laughed, and with it, her eyes glittered. "I have a surprise for you, I hope you like it." Joelle leaned in close and kissed Kayla chastely on the lips. She pulled Kayla closer with her arm and began massaging her breasts and biting on her neck. Kayla squirmed, a little uncomfortably. "What?" Joelle asked. "It's just that... we're in the middle of the street, people can see us." "What people? Everything's closed. Are you ashamed of us? Are you ashamed that I'm touching you?" Joelle demanded, letting go of Kayla abruptly. "No, I just thought we were going back to your place," Kayla said, wishing more than anything to feel Joelle holding her again. "Well, you thought wrong, and now I'm very disappointed with you." Kayla could have cried. She didn't want Joelle to think less of her, or to be disappointed with her. "Joelle, I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?" "What would you do to make it up to me?" Joelle asked. "Anything, you know I would do anything for you," Kayla replied. "Anything?" "Say it, anything and I'll do it." Kayla felt like crying. She didn't know what she would do if she were spurned by her lover. She didn't want to hurt or offend Joelle but if she knew in hindsight what Joelle would have her do, Kayla might have just gotten on the next bus and gone straight home. Unfortunately, blinded by love as she was, Kayla would do anything to make up for the smallest slight to Joelle's ego. "Come with me," Joelle said, and turned to go. Kayla had no choice but to follow. They seemed to walk for what seemed an eternity, past large buildings, a lot of seedy bars and a couple of clubs until Joelle finally led Kayla down a dark alley. "Joelle," Kayla made to protest, but was quickly silenced when Joelle turned to glare at her. Kayla continued to follow Joelle to the end of the alley. The alley was dirty and it stunk like garbage and piss. Kayla wrinkled her nose. There were bags of trash lining both sides of the alley all the way down to the end. On the left hand side, almost blending into the wall was a dirty door. Joelle knocked. A small circle piece opened high in the door and an eye stared fixedly out at them for a moment. It slammed shut and then the door was opened. A blast of music assaulted Kayla's ears as a large man stepped out to greet them. "Good evening, Mistress," said the man, inclining his head towards Joelle. He was a large man, hairy all over his body but his head was shaved. His body was littered with indiscernible tattoos and he was so tall that Kayla had to tilt her head to look up at him. Kayla thought she would die of fear when his glance moved towards her, but he seemed respectful. The man moved out of the way and allowed them in. What Kayla saw when she entered the dank little club overwhelmed her. It took her a moment before she could process what was happening. All around her, through the loud, sensual music of Trent Reznor singing "I want to feel you from the inside, I want to fuck you like an animal," came the abundant sound of spanking intermittent with screams. Screams of pain, screams of pleasure, Kayla couldn't tell, but it terrified her. "What is this place?" Kayla whispered to herself. She couldn't be heard over the music. The walls were draped in giant sheets of red velvet, with black onyx sconces that held huge pillar candles. The ceiling was black and in the center was the most ornate and grotesque-looking chandelier. It glinted in the candlelight and was made of many different forms of people in various sexual positions. There were dark couches in one corner, oversized and covered with plush pillows where a naked woman was laying propped up. Her back was arched and a naked man, with an immense erection stood over her pouring hot wax on her nipples. She watched in fascinated horror as the man began to nibble on her other nipple before he pried her legs apart and stuffed his hard dick into her. The woman began wailing as the man poured more hot wax onto her nipples and down her stomach while he pumped himself into her more and more savagely. Kayla had never seen anyone having sex before. The only thing she knew about sex was what she had done with Joelle. She was horrified and intrigued and a little embarrassed. She would die if anyone watched while she and Joelle made love. By the back wall there were three black metal cages that were just barely big enough for a small person to fit into. The first one contained a woman, which was obvious from the blatant display of her gaping pussy. She was bent over with her ass and pussy on display while her hands were tied to the bottom of the cage. There were clamps on her pussy that pulled her outer lips open, revealing her cavernous hole. There was another naked man there and he was sucking his fingers and then sliding them into her. Kayla gaped in wide-eyed shock as he simultaneously spanked and finger fucked this woman. The next cage was empty, but in the third was a man. He was on a pillow on his knees and his arms were tied above his head. There was a woman kneeling in front of him, decorating his balls with shiny, silver clamps. His cock was large and erect despite what looked like the pain of the clamps and the woman began to suck on him. She reached her hand behind his sack and Kayla was sure she was pushing her fingers into his anus. The look on this man's face was one of pure pleasure. Kayla looked on half revolted, half aroused. Along the next wall was a lineup of bared asses. There were seven, leaning against what looked like the back of an incredibly long couch. What really shocked Kayla were the tails that were hanging out of the butts. They were thick and black and fell down to their creamy mid-thighs. Kayla had the privilege to witness an exquisitely naked woman insert one of those tails into the last bared anus. It was a butt-plug, but much bigger than anything Joelle had ever used on Kayla. The woman sucked it, filling her entire mouth to the hilt, ensuring lavish amounts of saliva was coating it. Then she pried the buttocks open with one hand and spit a great wad onto the puckered anus. She lifted the butt-plug and pressed it into the anus. At first it puckered tightly, but with some gentle persuasion the anus relaxed and the woman shoved it all the way to the end so that this last anus looked like the previous six. Kayla gawked. In the center of the room was a great wooden X. Tied to it was the second most sensuous woman Kayla had ever laid eyes on. Her skin was creamy black and her hair was shaped in a lovely fro that was dyed metallic gold. Tied around her eyes was a black blindfold with elaborate gold markings. Matching those were the thick straps that held her hands and ankles. Her breasts were ample and each one was tied ornately with gold silk rope that pushed her areolas out to bulging. The black and gold contrasted so beautifully with her skin that Kayla thought she truly was a piece of art. But perhaps the real art was how the man standing next to her spanked her breasts with a large black paddle. He was a huge man, dark and beautiful with a huge cock that was fully erect. He held a paddle in one hand and a flogger in the other. He whipped and spanked this woman's breasts, hips, and thighs. He did it quickly and expertly so that the woman cried out for more. He moved with grace and poise and his thick arms moved fluidly. The sound the paddle made on her skin make Kayla's pussy tingle. It was dim in the club, but Kayla could see welts on the woman's skin. Kayla watched as the man moved his arms faster and faster until the woman tied to the X howled out loud and moaned hard as fluid gushed from between her thighs. It splashed out of her pussy and all over the man, dripping onto the floor. Kayla's mouth dropped. This was the most stunning thing she had ever seen in her life. Joelle didn't even cum like that. She wanted to make Joelle cum like that. "See anything you like?" Joelle asked, speaking into her ear. "Everything," she replied. Kayla was wide-eyed in wonder as she took in the sights. There were other happenings in the room; couples also using whips and paddles, bondage, ornately tied ropes, but the woman on the X was breathtaking. "Who is she?" Kayla asked. "Her name is Gilda," Joelle answered. Kayla was watching as the man who had just made Gilda cum stroked her quivering body. He was so gentle it seemed out of place in this dungeon of pain. He kissed her long and deep and stroked all the places he had just spanked. Kayla couldn't take her eyes off the intimate scene she was having the privilege to witness. "Come on, silly." Joelle tugged on her arm. Kayla tore her gaze away and followed Joelle reluctantly. She pulled Kayla towards a corner of the room that Kayla hadn't seen earlier. Joelle grabbed Kayla and pinned her arms up against the wall. Joelle drove her knee between Kayla's thighs and pressed into her. Her lips were barely touching Kayla's and she was breathing heavily. Joelle used her tongue to bridge the gap between them and delicately licked the outside of Kayla's mouth. No one was really watching, but still Kayla flushed with embarrassment. She felt like she was melting. She thrust her hips out and tried to grind into Joelle. Joelle leaned in and pinned her harder to the wall. She leaned in close to Kayla and began nibbling on her neck. She moved her mouth up, nibbling and biting and sucking until Kayla's head swam. Kayla had never wanted two things so badly; she wanted Joelle to stop so they could go somewhere more private, and she wanted her to never stop touching her, kissing her, feeling her. Joelle whispered something into her ear. "What?" Kayla hadn't heard what she said. Joelle repeated the word. "Just remember that word; it's the safe word." "But I --" Joelle silenced her with a kiss. It was a sweet, loving kiss full of hidden promises. "Promise me," Joelle said, as she took her hand and thrust it up Kayla's skirt, rubbing her pussy over her wet panties and making them moister. Kayla moaned. She wanted more than anything for Joelle to thrust her fingers into her aching, wet pussy. "Promise me you'll only say it if you need to use it and you won't say it just because you're afraid," Joelle said, imploring. Kayla's head was still swimming from Joelle's conveniently placed hand and her sensuous kisses. "I don't know what you're talking about," Kayla whispered, her eyes drowsy as she enjoyed Joelle's roaming hands. Joelle smiled and took her other hand and placed it on Kayla's breast, massaging it and sending ripples of pleasure through Kayla's entire body. Her hands worked in tandem over Kayla's breast and pussy. Joelle kissed Kayla again, this time more deeply. Kayla moaned and wrapped her arms around Joelle, pulling her closer, riding her muscular thigh and wishing that she would just rip her underwear off already. "Promise me," Joelle whispered in her ear, nibbling her earlobes. "I promise," Kayla said, not knowing or caring what she had just promised. Joelle grabbed Kayla's arm and they tumbled to the floor. Amidst hard, passionate kisses and some roughhousing, Joelle ended up on top. Kayla squirmed, trying to gain the upper hand by throwing Joelle off, but Joelle was stronger. Joelle grabbed Kayla's shirt and ripped it open. The buttons popped off and went flying around the room. Joelle looked like a devious angel, with her hair curling out at the sides of her head, big bright eyes and her lovely white tight-fitting dress. Kayla's eyes widened in surprise. "Hey!" Joelle smirked and grabbed Kayla's breasts. She pulled one of them out of the bra and leaned in to nibble on it. Kayla gasped as she felt Joelle's teeth inflict slight nibbling pain on her nipples. The sensation rippled over her skin and culminated in her clit. Kayla was incredibly aroused especially knowing that anyone could see this blatant display. "I want you... to spank... me," Kayla said in between gasps, thinking of Gilda. Joelle laughed and started to kiss her way down Kayla's stomach. Kayla whimpered and arched her hips up to meet Joelle's lips. Joelle reached her hand up Kayla's skirt and pulled off her moist, white cotton panties. She pulled them up to her face, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Kayla watched tenderly as Joelle leaned over and finished kissing down her belly before burying her face between her thighs. The sensation was thrilling. Kayla pushed her hips up and ground herself harder onto Joelle's face. Joelle's tongue caressed her pussy as if an intimate friend, licking, nibbling and sucking on her clit. Kayla cried out and began playing with her own breasts. Joelle pinched Kayla's nipples and pulled roughly on them. Kayla tossed her head from side to side from the intense sensations and she felt like she might explode. Kayla was also aware, in the back of her mind, that they were starting to draw a crowd. Joelle stopped and stood up, her face slick with Kayla's pussy juice. "Stand up," Joelle said. Kayla laid there, her shirt ripped open and her skirt up around her waist fearful of what was going to happen. "I said stand up," Joelle repeated. Kayla was a little taken aback by the insistency in Joelle's voice and stood up quickly, suddenly feeling very foolish. "Over there," Joelle said curtly, pointing. Kayla walked over to the wall and turned back to look at Joelle. Love in the Club As we left the restaurant, our night of fun had just begun. It was our second anniversary together and I wanted it to be special. It started with a delivery of her favorite flowers, tulips to her job. I pictured as she read the card, she would melt. "You are mine and I am yours, not just for a minute, but for eternity." Love Kyle. Cherelle called ten minutes after eleven; her voice was full of gratitude. This has been the longest relationship for me and the shit was good. Cherelle was fine, easy going and she knows how to please a man. I know she is wifey material. After two years together, we still spend hours on end talking to each other about anything and everything. She is a lady in the streets and a stone cold freak. Our sex life is amazing but I wanted to turn it up a notch, just a little. I feel as if she is holding back on me. "Dinner was great, I love Ruth's Chris," Cherelle remarked. As I left the parking garage at Town Center, my mind wandered to a place I like to call the "Freak Zone." You know; you can be at work, bored, or watching TV, and you just think of the freakiest, gutter shit you have done. I was thinking about the time we drove from South Carolina back to Virginia and how she gave it to me anywhere I wanted. Outside at a rest stop, pulled down a secluded country road, gave me head while driving 75 miles an hour down 95. I was proud of her that day. "So where are we headed?" She asked. I had a couple of ideas, nothing definite. "Let's get a drink somewhere," I suggested. "Where?" She asked. "You pick the spot," I replied. I was hoping she would say Lugana's. It's a nice place, not too crowded, smooth drinks and plenty of eye candy. "Let's go to Rick's Bar," Cherelle said. I smiled, Rick's it is. Rick's was fine and it was her night. As I pulled my car into Rick's parking lot, I noticed how packed they were and wondered what they were giving away inside, for this many people to be here on a Wednesday night. "How do I look?" Cherelle asked as we got out of the car. I answered her fine. She was wearing my favorite outfit. A short red dress that showed off her titties with jeweled stilettos that accentuated her long legs. The ass was sitting on high, of course she looked good. I paid for us to get inside and both of are mouth's dropped. Rick's had an over haul move, this was not the same Rick's. They're were cages, that tipsy women were dancing in, a mechanical bull, loud ass techno music and even the crowd had changed, girls who clearly looked barely looked legal. As we walked through a sea of people to find a table, I thought to myself this is going to ruin the evening. "What would ya' like to drink?" The waitress asked us. I turned to see who was talking to us, my mouth fell open, a beautiful blonde with huge ass breast, they were staring right at me. I wanted to just pull up to them and start eating. They had to be at least 42 DD's; she had a tattoo of a spider coming out her breast area. I was looking so hard, I had forgotten the question. "Babe, what do you want to drink?" Cherelle asked. "What would you suggest?" I asked the waitress. "She suggested something called Cherry Bombs. We took her up on it, we were game. I also asked what happened to Rick's. She explained this was college night and that we needed to come back on Saturday's. As the waitress left, I excused myself to the Men's room. That was really my way to check things out. Don't get me wrong I haven't cheated on Cherelle but there was no harm in looking. There were cuties all around, wearing hardly any clothes at all. I saw a group of girls dancing, "To Put it in the bag," they were grinding on each other. I would love to be in the middle of that action. As I entered the Men's room, I walked in on an encounter; a couple was getting it on. She was bent over the sink, and he was pounding the shit of her. Her titties were flopping everywhere as she gripped the sink. They saw me enter and they did not stop, it was as if they had to have it. I was like a shy school boy but I couldn't turn away. They watched me, watch them, but it was as if they were in another world. I could see that her pussy was bald and pierced. She fingered herself as he ran his dick up in her. She was getting off on me watching them. She put her leg up across the row of sinks and held onto the mirror, so homeboy could dig into that pussy deeper. I had to turn away, the door opened up and some more guys walked in. I didn't want to seem as if I was the lonely pervert, so I went to a stall and handled my business. My dick was hard as a bag full of nickels. I was going to fuck the shit out of Cherelle tonight. I could hear the other guys cheer them on, making drunk comments. As I went up to the sink, to wash my hands, I obviously couldn't, I had to get one more peak. They were zoned out; they were oblivious to the audience that had grown in the restroom. Girls and guys stood watching the peep show. As I walked to where I left Cherelle, she was no longer there but instead, she was on the dance floor. I watched her as she worked this guy. She was touching and grinding all over him. She even dropped it low for him. If I was an insecure brotha, I would be upset but I wasn't. I know she's going home with me besides he couldn't keep up with her on the dance floor, let alone in the bedroom. "Here's your Cherry Bomb's," the waitress said. I asked her how much? She explained that Cherelle had already paid and had her Cherry Bomb and that these two were for me. I thanked the waitress and gave her a tip. As I drunk the Cherry Bomb's, I didn't think they were anything special, fruity maybe but do they sneak up on you. "How ya' feeling baby?" Cherelle asked. I whispered to her that I was gonna fuck the shit out of her. She whispered, "What about right now." I grabbed her hand, and told her, let's go home. "No, here," She expressed. I asked her how many Cherry Bombs she had. She held up one finger. I pulled her by her waist and told her to come with me to the back of the club. I was horny as hell. "Wait," She said. "What?" I asked. "It's all about me tonight, right?"Cherelle asked. I assured her it was. We walked toward the lounge, the lights were out and there was yellow tape that said "do not cross." I sat against one of the tables as my baby bent down and started unbuckling my pants. I love it when she's aggressive. She pulled my rock hard dick out and began sucking it. Her hot tongue felt so good. She moaned as she massaged it. She moved her hands counter clockwise; she knows how I like it. I pulled her up and laid her across the table, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her skirt up, I was trying to take her panties off, she had none on. "You're so nasty, you wanted this dick tonight," I told her. She did her sexy purr I lOOOVE to hear. I put my dick in her pussy and began banging it out. Cherelle's pussy was so wet. Her heels digging into my chest as played with her breast. I was like a beast, a dog in heat. I watched her face as she asked me to go deeper. I saw that she was about to cum; I stopped and pulled her to the edge of the table, and bent down to eat her pussy. I wanted to taste all that cum, as she squirted. I licked her pussy as I use my fingers to play with her ass. "Fuck me!" She screamed. The music got louder and my head began to get heavy as I turned her over on her stomach. I pulled her cheeks apart and started stroking her pussy with my dick. "Faster," she demanded. I knew she wanted me to bust. I put my dick as far as I could get it and began drilling her. I was going so fast I began to get light headed. I felt my thighs tightening up, I was about to cum, it was feeling so good. "You cumin' baby?" I nodded as she told me to give it to her. My release was like a tidal wave that no one could hear, so we thought. Love in the Club Joelle was dashed into an adjoining room and came back with both her hands behind her back. "Now this is up to you," Joelle said. "Pick the right or the left." Kayla took a tentative breath and chose Joelle's right hand. She smiled and held up a thick, black rectangular paddle. "Excellent choice," Joelle purred, rubbing the paddle as if it were a long lost lover as she walked slowly over to Kayla. Kayla was beyond turned on but now she was beginning to feel mild fear as well. She was going to get what she asked for, but she didn't want it like this, in front of all these people. But it was all she could do not to reach out and grab Joelle and throw her to the ground and straddle her face. Kayla ached to touch her, to be touched by her. "Lean against the wall and proffer me your ass," Joelle commanded. Kayla turned to the wall and laid her hands on either side of it. She leaned her breasts onto the wall and arched her back so that her ass was displayed for Joelle, who began spanking Kayla's ass adeptly. The first spank came hard and the slap of it resounded in the large dungeon. Kayla let out a groan that was part relief, part fear in anticipation of the next spank. It came before Kayla could catch her breath from the first and they kept on coming in precise, exacting slaps. The pain was hot and intense and it almost made Kayla's knees buckle. Joelle spanked the fleshy part of her ass, the lips of her pussy that peeked out from between her ass and thighs, and all across the upper part of her thighs. Each spank created an increasing need in Kayla, a yearning that demanded to be gratified. She didn't care now that people were watching, encouraging even. The pain was exquisite and Joelle continued on until tears were streaming down Kayla's cheeks. Finally, when Kayla's ass and thighs were burning hot and she felt like her pussy would devour the world in order to be fulfilled she cried out for Joelle to stop. Joelle threw the paddle down and got down on her knees. She gently rubbed Kayla's ass with her hands and began kissing her thighs. The sensation was cooling when compared to the spanking and Kayla was grateful. Joelle kissed from her knees up to the lips of her pussy and all around her ass. Kayla leaned into the wall and reveled in her loving touch. Joelle grabbed Kayla's ass, pried her cheeks apart and slowly licked the inside of her crevice. It tickled a little and Kayla squirmed, but Joelle held on firmly and continued snaking her tongue up and down and around her anus. As she did this, she also took one of her hands and pushed two of her fingers into Kayla's wet, dripping pussy. Kayla opened her legs wider to allow Joelle the maximum amount of access and moaned as Joelle began to piston her fingers into her pussy and lick out her asshole. Kayla grabbed her nipples and started to pinch and pull on them. The multi-sensations were fogging Kayla's mind and she was sure she would blow her load any at any moment. Just as she began to let go and really feel her climax, Joelle stopped again. "Please," gasped Kayla, "don't stop!" Joelle stood up and took Kayla by the hand. "You'll cum when I give you permission," Joelle told her. Kayla's hair was a tangled mess, her shirt was ripped open and one of her breasts was hanging out of her bra. Her skirt was up around her waist and was so short it barely hid her sparse patch of pubic hair and there were tears streaming down her face. Kayla was sure she would die of embarrassed and quickly pulled her skirt down to cover her bare pussy. "What the fuck are you doing, Joelle?" she asked, staring modestly back at the crowd of onlookers. Kayla adjusted her breast back into her bra and covered herself with her shirt, crossing her arms over it to keep it closed. Kayla felt nauseous and was certain she would throw up from the embarrassment. "Everything is ready, Mistress," called a man from behind the crowd. "Excellent," Joelle said. Joelle took Kayla by the hand and led her towards the crowd. Kayla tried desperately to keep her shirt together with her free hand. "Do you want to cum?" Joelle asked her as they came to a table in the middle of the room. No one seemed to be participating in any of the pleasures that they had been when Kayla had first entered the club. Kayla looked into Joelle's eyes, and then nodded. Joelle leaned in to Kayla's ear and whispered, "You're going to cum for me in front of all these people." Kayla's eyes widened and her nipples hardened at the prospect. Her pussy salivated at the thought of Joelle making her cum right here in front of all these naked strangers. The mixture of arousal and embarrassment warred within her and suddenly it became too much for Kayla and the tears began to well up in her eyes. "I don't think I can," she whispered back at Joelle. "You can, and you will," Joelle told her, and slowly reached her hands up to hug her. Kayla was about to return the embrace when Joelle grabbed a hold of her shirt at the shoulders and pulled it off in one quick motion. Kayla didn't move. Joelle threw her shirt away and then leaned in close and undid her bra with one adept hand. Kayla stood there while Joelle removed her bra and, in front of this naked group of people, began fondling her breasts. Kayla didn't know what to do. All sense of propriety left her and she leaned her head back to enjoy the feel of Joelle's sensual lips on her breasts. The intensity of it coupled with her desperate need to cum made her completely oblivious of the people standing around her. She barely felt as her skirt was removed and continued to revel in Joelle's suckling of her breasts. It didn't matter that she was surrounded by people. It didn't matter that they were all a bunch of naked strangers together in one room, seeking one way or another of getting off. The only thing that mattered to Kayla at that moment was Joelle, who was going to make her cum. And she wanted that; needed that more than anything she had ever needed in her life. Someone pulled something over Kayla's face. It was a harness with a large metal ring. That same someone fit Kayla's mouth around the ring. Her teeth held the ring in place, keeping Kayla's mouth forced open. Some of the women smiled at her. She felt the harness tied behind her head. Kayla knew what it was for, and she wasn't afraid. She would enjoy this, even though she'd never had a cock in her mouth before. Her arms were pulled behind her and she was led to the table. Joelle stood in front of her, smiling. She wanted Joelle to keep smiling. She was beautiful, with her disheveled blond hair and lovely white dress that conformed so nicely to her curves, and she would do anything to make Joelle happy. Kayla could feel herself drooling but did nothing to wipe the spit off her face or breasts. She was laid on the table, and her arms were tethered to either side. She leaned her head back onto a small headrest that was lowered to crotch-level. Hands spread her legs open and pushed them back towards her. Both her feet were placed in stirrups that she hadn't seen earlier and were attached to the table. Her ass and pussy were wide open and vulnerable. Kayla knew what was going to happen and she didn't struggle. The intensity of her arousal was astonishing. She would never have believed earlier that a virgin could get this turned on. She was about to lose whatever shred of virginity still existed within her. Kayla's feet had barely been tied to the stirrups before a large man came lumbering up to her face with a giant cock. Without ceremony, he rammed his cock into Kayla's mouth and down her throat. Kayla choked and wads of her own saliva drizzled down the sides of her face as the man began to fuck her face. The crowd roared with pleasure. Someone began flogging Kayla's ass. She whimpered, but it was hard to make any noise with a giant dick pummeling her throat. She could feel the man's heavy balls beating into her forehead with every thrust he gave into her mouth. "This is her first time, make sure you use lots of lube," Kayla heard Joelle say. Her body tensed, waiting for the onslaught that was about to begin on her pussy. Whoever it was split Kayla open. He rubbed the tip of his dick at her opening and dipped it in just a little. It felt amazing to Kayla. She wanted more. And more she got as he thrust his bulging cock into her tight, rigid little pussy. Kayla cried out, but the sound was smothered by the man battering her throat. It happened in an instant and suddenly she was no longer a virgin. The pain was white hot and sundered her and tears streamed out of her eyes and streaked down her temples. Kayla thought that surely she would be split in half. The man pumped back and forth. "Fuck, she's tight," he moaned and he slid himself deeper into her, back and forth. Kayla was cock-rocked as the two men fucked her like she was a ping-pong ball between two paddles. The pain in her pussy dulled and soon she was feeling pleasure as she felt her clit swell near to bursting. The man who was fucking her face leaned over her and grabbed her breasts. He gripped them with urgency and pulled too hard on them. Kayla tried to squirm, but that only helped facilitate the man who was fucking her pussy. Suddenly Kayla's throat was filling with salty fluid and she was gagging and choking on it. It spilled out of her mouth, seeped into her nostrils and down into her eyes, painting her face. He withdrew his cock and stepped away from her. The man fucking her pussy pulled his dick out and forced it into her anus. Kayla tried to call out for him to stop but only managed to choke more on the cum that she hadn't had a chance to swallow. "Relax," Joelle's voice was in her ear. "If you don't relax, he could really hurt you." Joelle leaned over Kayla's face and licked the cum out of her mouth. She licked the cum off her nose and out of her eyes. Meanwhile, the man continued to pummel Kayla's ass. It shook her whole body and the table that she was tied to. It burned her asshole but also felt good too. The man was grunting pretty loudly and with one final loud moan, he unloaded the contents of his balls, bathing her colon with semen. Another man stepped up to Kayla's face with his huge cock and plunged it down her throat. The man who had spanked Gilda's breasts climbed on top of Kayla and straddled her on top of the table. He leaned in real close to her neck and started nibbling up to her ear. He chuckled, and forced his bulging cock into Kayla's pussy. She had barely enough time to register the feeling from her pussy when another, third man, pushed his cock into her ass. Kayla felt bloated and used. She was gagging sporadically on the cock in her mouth and she felt full to bursting. She moaned but couldn't move as the man in her ass grabbed her thighs and started the assault on her asshole. Kayla could hear the squelching coming from her pussy as Gilda's man drove deeper into her pussy. The feelings coming over her were waves of pure ecstasy and she knew she would cum at any moment. The rocking, the sensation of being so completely filled up brought her right to the brink. But she held herself back, waiting for Joelle to give the command. Joelle leaned over to her ear and whispered, "I want you to cum now." Kayla gave into her orgasm and felt her body begin to quake. Her whole body tightened and she began to convulse on the table. Her mind reeled and floated away. She had never come this hard before. Kayla came around to the flavor of cum in her mouth. The man face-fucking her deposited his seed in her throat while the other two men were filling her ass and pussy with their sperm. She had cum so hard that it had triggered their orgasms as well. Gilda's man nibbled on her breasts, then leaned up to her ear and whispered, "That was the tightest cunt I've ever had the privilege of fucking." He kissed her chin and then climbed off her. Kayla's mouth and jaw were aching and both her pussy and ass felt like ground hamburger meat. Joelle stepped up to her face and raised the headrest. She undid the harness behind Kayla's head and gently removed the ring from her mouth. Joelle then walked to Kayla's side and undid the arm tethers. As Kayla sat up, the crowd cheered. She smiled and blushed as she took in the cheers and laughter. Kayla leaned over and undid one of the foot bindings while Joelle helped untie the other one. As she stood, Kayla wiped at the sperm on her face. She could also feel the sperm seeping out of both her pussy and asshole and it dripped down her legs and splattered onto the floor in puddles. She had eyes only for Joelle. Joelle ordered that warm blankets and warm wash clothes be brought out. Gilda came back with the wash clothes and began wiping Kayla off. She started on her face and worked her way through Kayla's cum-stained hair. Joelle had already started wiping Kayla's legs and delicately wiped up to her pussy. Joelle and Gilda were both tender and took their time to ensure Kayla was clean and comfortable. Now that the show was over, the crowd disbanded and dispersed to their previously occupied places around the room. When Joelle and Gilda were done cleaning Kayla up, they wrapped her in the large blanket and led her to another room that was hidden from view when Kayla had first entered the club. The room was bare except for one extremely large bed and a few pillar candles strategically placed for maximum lighting. "Rest, you did wonderful," Joelle told her and kissed her gently on the lips. "Joelle," Kayla started. "I'm here, don't worry," Joelle squeezed Kayla around the blanket and Kayla scrambled onto the bed and fell into the pillows. Joelle joined her and the two lay together in the bed, Kayla's head resting on Joelle's chest. "I'll be right outside," Gilda told them, and left the room. Kayla's body thrummed with pressure and energy. Her jaw was throbbing and her pussy and ass were sore. Her nipples sent ripples of anguish through her with every sudden movement. Kayla felt strange and wonderful. "I can't believe what just happened," Kayla said. Joelle stroked Kayla's damp hair and told her, "You were amazing."