****** The Club Adventure by TNYF ******
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The Club Adventure


The sun is setting and the day winding down, as I work my way through rush-hour
traffic, after work, to come pick you up. As we have not been together for the
better part of three weeks, I am very eager to see, as evidenced by an almost
painfully large erection that is hidden within my slacks.

I pull in front of your building, and spot you, radiant as ever, clad in
deliciously snug blue jeans, and simple black tube top. As I pull up, the skies
open up, and a heavy rain starts, and I am glad that I arrived when I did. You
jump in, seeking my lips immediately, and we kiss deeply, wetly, tongues
searching each others mouth, and hands beginning to roam each others body. The
sound of a horn blast cuts our greeting short, however, and I fight the urge to
take you, right then and there, in the car, jeans pulled to your ankles,
stomach over the seat, cheeks spread. But I maintain control of my urges, and
as we pull into traffic, rain falling, I decide that tonight will be special.

You ask where we are headed, but I ignore the question, wanting to keep you
guessing, and instead, as if you are wearing any underwear. You smile, shocked
at my forwardness, but never one to refuse a challenge. You respond by telling
me to see for myself, and raise you top to just above you breasts, which are
full and hang alluringly, peaked by hard, erect, nipples, flushed with color,
and begging to be gently licked, sucked and nibbled.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, I reach out and cup your left breast, my cold
hand withdrawing a small gasp from your lips as it touches your warm flesh.
Your maneuver yourself so that your back is to the door, and one leg is on the
other on the floor, spread open. You begin moaning softly, shutting your eyes,
as I continue messaging your chest, working my way to the nipple, which I pinch
softly between my thumb and index finger.

You gasp, wanting sexual release, and, fumbling, begin to unfasten your jeans.
You do so, angry that the tight fabric isn't coming down your hips fast enough,
finally content with getting them down to mid-thigh, revealing tight white
panties, soaked at the crotch. The smell of your excitement fills the interior
of the car, and as we head down the dark highway, I am glad my car is tinted so
deeply. As you writhe in pleasure, head back, mouth agape, as my hand continues
to tweak your nipple. You begin to reach for your crotch, which I stop, pulling
my hand reluctantly away from your breast. I want first taste. My hand slowly
works itself in between your thighs, until I have reached your soaking sex. I
insert two fingers in roughly, feeling your vaginal muscles tighten around me
reflexively, covering me your juices. I cannot believe how wet you are. I have
been away to long.

I begin to finger you, with slow rhythmic strokes that you begin to match with
up thrusts of your thick hips, bucking up, attempting to drive my fingers
further into your sex. My tempo increases, as does yours and suddenly you cry
out, in a spasm that reverberates throughout your body. Sweating, hair
plastered to your face, thighs and breasts slick with perspiration, you calm
down, and realize that I have stopped the car, and we are now in front of a
strip club, located in an industrial part of town, and I whisper into your ear
that you are not finished for the night, not by a long shot.

We enter the club, the sounds of thumping, techno-house music emanating from
huge hidden speakers. You are stunned at the amount of stunning, beautiful
women present, and as we sit at the edge of the bar, you attempt to take it all
in. You start at the door, sweeping right. Your eyes first fall upon the
bouncer, a huge brother with a neck bigger than your thigh, who had just waved
us in when I displayed my shield. You continue, and next spot assorted small
tables, where scantily clad women serve drinks, barely dressed, glistening with
body oils, amidst a mostly upscale clientele. Yours eyes continue across the
room, to a dim, black section, where a young lady is giving a wall dance, her
perfectly shaped olive-skinned thighs gyrating upon his crotch, her body
doubled over, her legs straight, her head between her legs, each hand wrapped
around each ankle. Her customer is enthralled, watching the small tight thong
fight to cover the pouting lips of her sex. Your eyes continue around the room,
wide with curiosity and arousal, until they fall once again on me. I am
smiling, focused intently on you, and once again, take your lips to mine and
kiss you deeply and passionately. We are interrupted as the bartender
approaches and asks what we would like to drink. She is a stunning Hispanic
woman, young, with long dark glossy hair that falls seductively in slight
curves all the way down her back ending just above her shapely, bare cheeks. We
order two drinks, a Long Island Iced Tea and a rum and coke. She scurries away,
after beaming at you, her thighs jiggling softly as she walks.

It is then that you look up and notice the stage, and the three women on it,
about five short feet from us. Directly in front of us is a tall, statuesque
blond, long hair, slim body, very toned. She is working the pole skillfully,
now sliding down it; legs spread very wide, crotch mashed tightly against the
silvery metal as she slowly descends. I whisper into your ear to look closely,
which you do, and you see what I do, that she is not pretending to be aroused
for the benefit of paying customers, she actually is, with erect nipples
standing proud upon her full breasts and the crotch of her thong dark with her
dampness.

You gasp into me eat before thanking me for bringing you here, eyes still upon
the dancing woman.

But I whisper back that the best is still to come. I take your hand, and
drinks, and lead you into the back of the club, and stop at heavy, thick black
curtains.

"Ready?" I ask, smiling. We enter through the small passageway and emerge into
a much large, candlelight room, the smell of sex heavy in the air. A small
sound of shock comes from your lips as your eyes glance around the room. In one
corner, a tall, handsome man is kneeling, naked, and being spanked by a buxom
short woman with short cropped hair. In another, a rather average looking woman
is being penetrated by a beautiful woman with a strap-on dildo wedge firmly
between her legs. She is thrusting into her partner firmly, each stroke causing
a slap of flesh to sound softly in the room. Her right hand has her partners
fleshy cheek grasped tightly and the other buried in her shock of red hair,
pulling her head back forcefully and exposing her face, which is contorted in
pleasure, for all to see.

To the left, kneels a woman, on her knees, covered in a fine sheen of sweat,
surrounded by six well-built gentleman. You peer through the bunch, attempting
to get a better look at what is going on. You do, and your mouth drops in
amazement. All six men are furiously masturbating themselves, circling her, and
she is reaching up taking one in her mouth after letting one drop away,
glistening with her saliva. In both hands he is squeezing thick members,
messaging the shafts furiously, pumping determinedly. One by one they begin to
ejaculate, spurting thick, white, creamy seed, upon her, until it covers her
swaying breasts, and runs out the sides of her small, petite lips. As quickly
as someone climaxes, he is replaced, and soon she is covered is sticky semen,
until her supply on men alas dwindled. She is snowballing, something I have not
seen in a while. She sits back on a pillow, hands dripping, mouth and chin also
covered, and begins fingering herself frenziedly, pumping hard, until she cries
out in passion, shaking uncontrollably. Unbelievable.

Turning from her, we watch another group, near the center of the room,
"performing" on the center of a large, round, wooden table.

Lying on his back is a large, muscular man, hairy, on which a tiny, young-
looking Asian woman is impaled on his thick, pulsing sex. Our eyes widen as we
see that she is taking his huge thickness anally, her small hole stretched
obscenely wide, red and tight around him. Quickly, as we watch, another burly
gentleman also mounts her, taking her tender, small sex simultaneously with the
guy taking her rear. I grow hard, watching this very petite pale Asian woman
with almond shaped eyes, straddling one guy while another enters her from the
front, sandwiching her. They both stroke in matching strokes, pushing in gently
but firmly, double penetrating her until they all orgasm in unison, the men
pulling out, dripping semen out of her gaping, red holes. She lies back,
panting, her tiny breast topped with small pink, hard nipples.

You feel yourself wet with this sexual spectacle being displayed in front of
you, and unconsciously begin stroking yourself through the fabric of your
jeans. I too am aroused, but not for the sights I am seeing. It is for you. I
need you now. I take you by the arm, quickly leading you through the room, into
yet another smaller one in the rear. Inside is a small grouping of pillows,
some candles, and a lithe, blond writhing as she works her hands between her
crotch. We are alone, save for her. I sit on a small stool, against the corner,
and quickly free my aching member from the constraints of my slacks. You
quickly follow suit, stripping, and, as always, I am stunned by your beauty.
You mount me, fast and wordlessly, your back toward me, and we couple like
animals in heat, sweating grunting and thrusting in a cacophony of wet wounds
and guttural gasps. I cannot hold back any longer, and as you begin to climax,
tightening up on me, I climax pulling out and coating your sex, with my seed.
Suddenly, the blond joins us, her small head between your our thighs, lapping
up my ejaculate, licking your clitoris simultaneously, like a cat lapping warm
milk.

She rises to your breasts, delicately suckling you, teething your nipples until
they explode in sensation. You cry out, nearing orgasm again, and reach down
until your hands find those tender folds between her legs, delving into the hot
wetness. I begin to get aroused again, and using your wetness and my seed as
lubricant, slowly enter your anus, the tightness causing me to grit my teeth to
keep control. You moan, and cry out in despair as your newfound friend
withdraws from your chest and disappears momentarily. You sigh in relief as she
appears again quickly, and watch as she steps into a strap on. With the little
rubber penis on she enters you, timing her thrusts to alternate with mine own,
so that as I push in, she pulls out. You do not last long, and come, literally
screaming out into the room, shaking wickedly. I come too, as does she, and we
slip to the floor, in passion filled exhaustion.

After we calm down, we dress quickly, and as you pull up your panties on your
sore, wet, sticky, crotch and fasten your jeans, you realize that I am still
hard, and that perhaps the night still isn't quite over...


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