Charlotte's Conversion (closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

[lovingfingers]

Sebastian

My hands finally free, I could explore Carol more thoroughly. Laying on my side, I stroked your hair, still vaguely damp from your earlier efforts. This gave way to me touching your face, tracing gently your cheeks and jaw. As always, your eyes closed and you smiled. It was always surprisingly intimate and gentle, something we only did for each other.

In like manner, I stroked your throat and grinned as you stretched like a cat and sighed. As I touched your collarbones and the very top of your breasts, your breath caught. I stopped, teasing, "did you miss me?"

You smirked back at me, "I did, but fortunately I had company."

"Ohhh?" My eyebrow raised.

"Mmm hmm," you replied, reaching one arm to your nightstand, returning with a dildo with a curious bulge at the base.

"Ah!" I chortled, then asked, "what's the swelling at the end for?"

You flicked an unseen switch and the swelling began to oscillate rhythmically, "want to try?"

I thought for a second, then leered at you, "at the moment, I would much rather see how you use it."

"Nasty boy," you teased me back, as you drew your toy down your belly and brushed it over your drenched sex. Your hips tilted, as you rubbed the head up and down your furrow slowly. Your eyes closed, as I watched you sink into a light sexual trance. Your free hand reached for one of your breasts, cupping the softness and squeezing hard. A soft moan escaped your lips, and I felt my cock hardening quickly. I had never watching you like before, and found it really hot!

I sat up and moved down on the bed, until I was seated between your spread calves. You opened your eyes and watched me move, pausing what you were doing. "You are so sexy," I explained, "and I want a better view."

You smiled at me and moved back on the bed, until your back was resting against the headboard. You reached for a bottle of massage oil and handed it to me, "Well, I would enjoy a good show too."

I grinned widely as I took the oil. I got up and knelt on the bed, my knees near your thighs, my erection pointed straight at you. "Good enough view" I asked, as I dripped oil on my cock.

You ran your hand over your breasts for me, "Mmm hmm, how about you?"

I ran one finger along my cock, gradually coating it with oil, "Amazing..."

 

[Iwasagoodgirl]

Via BFIN
Communication Begins
OOC Like HSG I'm on deployment with the British army as part of the allied coalition in part of Africa. It makes posting extremely difficult but we are both grateful to our very dear friend Lovinfingers for keeping this thread alive. LF, we love you

IC

Charlie

It is impossible to express in words just how much I love my husband and I don't just mean sex although that is important, very important. It's the way he reads my mind, interprets my needs and meets them.

Our love make no could have been sent to the armed forces in Africa and the energy used to power a hospital's generators for a week. But once we relaxed, soaked in the bath, and enjoyed our dinner we went to the jacuzzi and explored each other's bodies. We continued our liaison in bed where our love making was gentle and fulfilling.

Carol

We had never played together like this before but there was a first time for everything. I loved the look of lust in your eyes, a look I had only seen in glimpses. You looked like a little boy who had discovered the jam pot and couldn't wait to taste it.

The oils gave a glimpse of what life must have been like in Ancient Rome where there were no rules in the brothels except to ensure total satisfaction. I know you want to be a father and I so want to fulfill your dreams. But it begins with pleasure.

I smiled at you as you began to oil your manhood. Looking deeply in your eyes I whispered "You've found Aladdin's Lamp. It's time to summon the Gene.' The next move was yours.

Communication Ends
Via BFIN

 

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OOC - The best thing Lit has given me is the chance to become friends with GG and HSG. It is privilege and a true pleasure to write with you, and I enjoy keeping you entertained when you are deployed. Support the Troops, as we say in the US. Take care Dears! Love you! LF

IC - Sebastian

I had to chuckle as the theme song from "I Dream of Jeanie" popped into my head. I whistled a few bars. Carol giggled, shaking your head. "Trust me," I confided, "every guy who has ever watched the show would love to have given that genie some orders."

"So what are Your orders, O Master?" You asked, in a perky imitation of Jeanie.

My cock twitched. In spite of the humor of the situation, I was getting seriously aroused. You could easily have been Jeanie's older, sexier sister. I settled back, sitting down on the bed, facing you, your legs still spread to either side of me. "For my first wish," I began, "I really do want to see you pleasure yourself. Use that toy of yours and cum for me."

You smiled at me, then resumed running the head of the dildo up and down your furrow. I rather lazily stroked my cock, but could feel my temperature rising. I shuddered as you ran your free hand over your breasts, your mouth making an 'O' as you tweaking a nipple. My breathing was starting to get uneven. This was so hot on several levels. Like every teen guy, I had seen plenty of porn, filled with attractive women I would never sleep with, momentarily virtually teasing me. It was an erotic cognitive dissonance to see you, both as intimate love and sex object, in the same skin. And what guy hasn't fantasized about some hot thing obeying his every command? Part of it was seeing you aroused. As many times as I had seen it, I never tired of it. I craved it.

My musing was interrupted as you slid the dildo deep inside your channel in one slow stroke. My hand started moving up and down my cock more deliberately, imitating your motions. "That's it," I rasped, "show me how you liked to get fucked..."

Your eyes never left mine as you started to pound the dildo in and out in long, hard strokes. Your free hand never left your breasts, squeezing them harshly in turn. I had to stop touching my cock, but rose to kneeling again to show you how close I was. I could see your skin flush as you moved closer to climax.

"Stop," I commanded. Your eyes widened briefly, then you slid the toy from your pussy.

"What do...?" you started to ask.

I grabbed first one ankle, and then the other. I pushed your feet towards your head slowly, not knowing exactly how flexible you were. You got the idea, reaching your arms between your legs, hooking them around your knees and pulling your legs way back. When your feet hit the pillow, you smiled at me, "Like this, O master?"

"God, fuck.. YES!" I gasped as I placed the head of my cock at your offered pussy and thrust, "I... have always... wanted ... to..."

I slid deep, really deep, and saw your eyes roll back as my manhood hit the back of your channel. Resting on my hands, my back arched, I began to fuck you, hard...

 

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Claude

The wretched business had taken longer that I had anticipated, but eventually I freed myself and took the first train back to England. I made a beeline for the Club, having told Pat that I would meet her there this evening.

When I arrived, I entered the main room and looked about. The object of my affection was at the bar, seated on one of the high stools, facing away from me. Perfect!

I walked deliberately towards you. The bartender saw my coming, but I put a finger to my lips before he could alert you. I stopped right behind you, as you set your drink down. I bent my lips to your ear, breathing, "Mon Ange..."

I kissed your ear lobe softly and felt your hand come to rest on the back of my head. My hands settled gently onto your waist, as my lips moved onto your neck. You started to turn, and I held you firmly. "Let me enjoy you like this for a moment," I asked softly.

You replied by leaning your head back against my shoulder. I kissed your cheek as my hands slid over your belly and up...

 

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Claude

It took a minute, then Pat accepted my desire to caress you sight unseen. I moved forward, until my hips touched the seat of the bar stool and your delightful derriere. You shifted slightly, leanimg back against my chest.

I kissed softly down your neck and watched you reach to the neckline of your sweater and pull it over your shoulder. I hummed contentedly as I kissed the newly bared skin, unvexed by bra strap. Your skin was scented with that wonderful oil I had given you. My hands slowly slid over your belly and eased up your chest. Your breath caught as I touched the bottom of your breasts, then slid around them. "Tease," you whispered.

"No," I replied into your ear, "how do you say? I put out."

You laughed and, gripping the bar, spun round on the bar stool to face me. I had to step back to keep from being kneed, but was entranced by you as you turned. You opened your thighs, your short skirt rising to reveal your bare sex. You reached for the lapels of my jacket and pulled me close again, "I missed you."

Our lips met as your hands dropped to my trousers. You undid my belt and wrestled them open, reaching for my hardness. I was only too willing to oblige you. We both gasped as you guided my cock to your wetness. You watched as I entered you, your head snapping back for a moment. My own control fading in the face of such urgent desire, I thrust deeply. Your eyes widened, then focused on mine, "god I have missed you!"

I reached down and around your hips, taking the cheeks of your derriere in my hands. My hips began to move, fucking you firmly as I held you, "and.. I.. missed.. you.. mon.. ange..."

 

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Sebastian

This position... oh my god... so damn fucking raunchy hot! To see Carol, with her ankles near ears, was bringing out the beast in me...

I had given you progressively harder strokes and the volume of your cries rose with each one. I paused, a niggling fear of injuring the woman I loved, gasping, "am I hurting you?"

"No!" You grunted, "fuck me master! Fuck me like no other man has ever Fucked MEEEE!"

Your last words came out as screams as I went wild. Your body rocked on the mattress and your breasts wobbled wildly. I put all my strength into fucking you, timing my thrusts to the bounce of your body. We hit a rhythm, hard and fast, as my cock pounded your cunt. My teeth gritted. We were not making love. I was fucking you, like a dog fucks his bitch.

I howled and you screamed as I started to cum. My cock felt like my cum was boiling hot, it was so painfully intense. I was vaguely aware of your channel squeezing my manhood hard as you came. I just rammed it in harder, my body only living to pump my seed in you as deeply as possible.

I don't recall it ending, only my vision returning to see your face beneath mine, smiling, tears in your eyes. My own eyes moistened, "Carol... I.. Love.. You..."

 

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Sebastian

I did not want to move. Or more accurately, I did not want to withdraw my cock from Carol. I had just said I love you, and God knows I did, but as I looked at your face, the woman I had just fucked like a cheap sex toy, I was... scared... that something had changed between us.

I moved one hand and stroked your face, your expression a mystery to me, "Was that OK? For You? I.. uh... I've never been like that.. with anyone..."

You said that was better than ok, and I felt my self relax. I laughed when you asked me what my third wish was. The first thought to hit my mind was for you to have my child, but there was no way I was ever going to say that. If it happened, it happened.

"Hmmm," I pondered with a leering smile.

 

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Claude

Was there anything sweeter than reunion, the anticipation of a lover who knew your wants and desires, the emotional reengagement, that wonderful sense of being whole again?

I had had opportunities while I was home, but somehow found that they were not what I wanted. I wanted the angel in the nurse's uniform.

I had wondered how you felt, but the moment you grabbed my lapels, the expression on your face, my heart did somersaults.

And now, at this unique club, in front of twenty or so patrons and an amused bartender, both of us still dressed, I was fucking you, as you balanced on a barstool. I forced myself to go slow, both of us savoring each stroke, from the head entering you to my cock fully sheathed within you.

Soon, I felt your channel tightening. Your breath was ragged and I knew you were close. I slowed further and you growled at me, "Nooo,, harder..."

I grinned wickedly at you, "You are right. I am a tease. Hold onto me."

Your hands grasped my shoulders and your legs circled my hips. I lifted you from the chair and took a few steps to the nearest table. Another couple was sitting there, but moved their drinks away as I lay you on the flat surface, "pardon moi!"

As soon as you released my shoulders, I grabbed your hips and began to fuck you as you had asked, hard and fast.

 

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Ezra

Life was grand. Not the win the lottery and live on a tropical beach kind of grand, but the work week over, having a drink with my totally hot girlfriend grand.

Natalie and I had found a nice flat and had moved in together. We had both been busy, so had not been to the Club in a couple weeks. It was always funny going to a sex club that felt more like the neighborhood pub to us, safe, familiar, friendly.

We had just left the bar and settled at a nearby table, when thia guy, still dressed, carrying and joined to a woman, also dressed, lowers her onto our table. We barely had time to rescue our drinks before she relaxed down. This fellow smiles ere so briefly at us, apologizing, "pardon moi," before returning his attention to his partner. It was a good thing that the tables were industrial grade and bolted to the floor, as he began fucking her hard, much to her obvious delight.

I looked over at Natalie, joking, "did you order this?"

When my love giggled, "no," I looked around, "waiter, waiter."

We leaned against each other chuckling. In front of us, the french guy had slid his hands beneath her sweater and was massaging her breasts, while his cock pistoned in and out of her.

Natalie whispered in my ear, "awww! How come you don't throw me on a table and fuck my brains out any more?"

A fond memory surfaced and made me grin, "Uhh, I did, on Wednesday, and that's why we are going table shopping this weekend, remember?"

You put on a ditzy expression, leaning over towards me, displaying that gorgeous cleavage of yours, as you rested your hand on my thigh. I was leaning in to kiss you when the lady on the table began to climax, loudly. The French guy was growling, clearly joining her.

A couple minutes later, he slid from her, and pulled her to her feet. They thanked us for the use of the table, adjusted their clothing, and returned to the bar. When they were a few feet away, I turned to see you climbing onto the table, your panties in your hand. You lay down, on your back, your ass on the edge. You extended your legs and crossed them behind my neck. You pulled my face forward, slowly but firmly, towards your bare sex. You had obviously enjoyed the show, as your flower was parted and wet. I leaned in happily, muttering, "Now this Is what I ordered..."

 

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Ezra

Natalie could have anyone she desired, but the one she wanted was me! I always felt like I had hit the lottery when we were together, and as our engagement had seemingly cemented things, that feeling only grew.

I loved the peculiar vibe of her sexual aggressiveness. Like now, one moment having a drink, the next, your legs holding my face against your pussy. I knew some guys preferred their women to be more demure and submissive, but I could see envy in their eyes when Natalie would grab me.

Not that the pendulum didn't swing both ways. You also loved to be taken, sometimes in the most inappropriate places. You had taken to not wearing knickers when we went out, just in case.

So it was no surprise to me when my lips met your bare, wet sex. I gave you a slow tentative lick, teasing you. Your response was to slip your fingers into my hair and pull me against you. Alright then!

My hands being free, it was quite easy to slide a couple fingers beneath my chin and stroke your wet furrow. After the tips were wet, I pushed them into you and began a slow finger fuck, moving steadily deeper. My lips descended on your clit, encircling your sensitive bud and sucking softly. Your pussy clenched tightly on my fingers, limiting my movement, but I will still able to crook a finger, in search of your elusive G spot. The tip of my tongue joined the effort, teasing your clit and my finger teased inside you.

Your thighs closed on either side of my head as you started to cum, a long delicious series of tremors rocking your body. I rode you as you undulated and quivered, only easing up as your thighs released me.

I felt you relax further, looking down at me with that lovely smile that said, "Nice start, but don't go anywhere."

You commented about it being awfully warm and reached for my drink. You tilted the glass over your sex and poured a bit of the chilled cocktail onto your sex. "What a lovely invitation," I murmured as I lowered my head for seconds.

 

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Edward

It had been a while since Rose had been to the Club, and since it was a fun place to hang out, even when I was not working, that is where we decided to go for a drink.

It felt like a reunion when we arrived. Everybody knows the bartender, so you were given greetings, hugs, and kisses wherever we went.

We ambled to the bar and greeted Claude and Pat, who were sitting close and alternating sipping and smooching. On a nearby table, Ezra's face was hidden between Natalie's legs. From her expression, he looked to be driving her insane. You glanced their way, commenting to me that they were always fun to watch. I asked if you were more of a voyeur or an exhibitionist. You replied that your profession required you to be a careful observer, so showing off was a novelty.

Bartending was similar to police work in that way. I pointed to one of the stages, "care to show off with me?"

 

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Ezra

Natalie's first two orgasms were easy. The third took a bit more work, not that I was complaining, mind you. Three fingers inside you and a twisting motion did the trick though, leaving you gasping, collapsed on the table.

I rose, feeling proud of my efforts, warm emotionally from bringing you pleasure, and now very eager to fuck you properly. You were lying dazed, still twitching with post orgasmic tremors, when I dropped my trousers and brought the tip of my cock to your drenched sex. I ran the bulbous head up and down your furrow lightly, prompting fresh writhing and protests that you were too sensitive right now.

I grinned and thrust. As the head penetrated you, you let out a shriek that turned every head within twenty feet towards us. Your mouth and eyes were open wide and your body was arched as your shriek turned to a whimper, "too much.. too.. much..."

But I knew differently, and brought my hands to your lovely chest and squeezed your breasts roughly through your blouse. Your hands grabbed hold of my wrist, just as I thrust hard again, spearing deep into you. Your nails bit into my skin and you looked like you were in agony.

I growled as I started fucking you, not giving you a moment's rest. I knew that nothing got you off more than overwhelming sensation, and I was not going to stop until you were an incoherent, drooling, thoroughly fucked, gorgeous mess!

 

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Stanley

Summer and I had been seeing each other for about six months now, and it had been great. We each appreciated a bit of edge to our sex, and had certainly experimented. As my mother had said, "you should always try something twice,' we frequently did, although I don't think she had this in mind.

We each commented regularly,"if not for my sweetie, I would never have tried X, and now I love it."

We were watching random porn one evening, and the theme was a guy watching his wife get fucked by other men. Summer looked at me, and proposed we try it. When I asked where and how, you replied, "The Club."

Fast forward a couple days, we were walking into said Club. You were all dolled up in an LBD and looking so very fuckable. I had my best suit on, and heaven knows I wanted you. We both looked around, rather wide eyed. We had heard so many rumors, but to actually be here...

A lovely woman, by the name of Sandra, took pity on us and told us the basics. Fortified with the knowledge, we walked into the main room and towards the bar, intent on a little liquid courage. We ordered and looked about at the people around us. There was a couple sipping drinks, oblivious to everyone around them. We had just taken sips, when we heard a woman shriek. We looked to our right to see a man fucking a woman vigorously, almost violently. When I glanced at the bartender, he shrugged, "They're often like that."

We could see others watching them unabashed, and elected to take a table nearby. We sat transfixed, as he ravaged her, pumping his impressively large cock in and out of her, fast and hard. On and on he went, only slowing when her back arched and she cried as though she was dying, then collapsed.

He pulled out of her and rolled her from her back onto her stomach on the table. Her heeled feet touched the floor, as he hands clasped the edge of the table. She braced herself as he flipped her skirt up and entered her from behind. Immediately, his hands went to her hips and he was fucking her hard again. Even with her blouse still on, we could see her breasts bouncing with each impact of his hips. Her expression was one of erotic agony, as she held onto the table for dear life.

I could see a thought go through her mind, as she released the table and reached back towards her lover. He grinned as he took her hands in his and pulled back. Her back arched and her eyes rolled back in her head as he renewed his assault. He jerked her back each time he thrust forward, ramming his big cock impossibly deep. She was wailing incoherently as his pace accelerated and his teeth clenched. They both howled as they came, giving each other every drop of their energy and lust. They continued fucking as their climaxes ended.

Eventually, he slid from her and plopped down in a chair. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his, and they embraced with passionate, hard breathing kisses. I sat up, sweating myself and terribly aroused. "Well that was....," I started, turning to look at Summer.

But you weren't in the chair next to me. You were kneeling on the floor, your head bobbing up and down on the lap of a guy at the next table.

 

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Stanley

It was a scene out of a porno, hot girl in a sexy black dress goes into a bar to get laid. And after what I had just seen at the next table, I enjoyed watching the slut blowing a stranger. The twist to it was that the slut was my Summer, and you wanted me to watch.

I turned to face you more directly. Your dress was still on, but had shimmied up your legs some, threatening to expose you. Your nipples were trying to force their way through the thin fabric, a sure sign of your arousal. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw me. You continued bobbing, but turned your face towards me. Each time his cock went deep, it bulged out the side of your cheek. Your face held the most wanton expression, and you faced the cock again. I watched as you reached up and grabbed on one the guy's hands and set it on the back of your head. I could see him swear silently, as he gripped your hair and pulled your mouth to take the last couple inches of his cock. His head snapped back and his hips lifted. He came hard, and you struggled to swallow all of his explosion.

When he released his grip, you slid off of him, and stood. You opened your mouth and some of his cum slid drooled from your lips, down onto your chest and dress. You casually returned to the seat next to me, smiled with semen frosted lips and took a big gulp of your drink. Your were trembling slightly and flushed, clearly terribly aroused. I watched as you looked around, shopping. One of the servers wandered by, and whispered to you, "If you want more of that, just go have a seat in one of the red chairs."

You looked in the direction that she had pointed, then grabbed my hand. You pulled me up and across the room. In a small open area, there was a padded red leather platform, like an oversized ottoman with chairs surrounding it. There were six guys seated in some of those chairs. They all seemed to know one another, from the way they chatted. Each was muscular, with close cropped hair, looking decidedly like soldiers on leave.

You led me to a chair with a good side view and seated me. You stroked my face, before walking to the 'chair.' I could see a couple of the guys mouth, "yes!" as you stood next to it. One rose and walked the couple steps to you. In a gentlemanly manner, he leaned over and whispered something to you. You smiled and replied by grabbing the bulge in his pants. His comrades chuckled, but were quieted when you looked at him and them, and said firmly, "I need cock. No foreplay. No kisses. Cock, in my holes. Now."

"Yes Ma'am," they replied, chuckling, all rising, shucking their clothes.

 

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Stanley

I sat slack jawed as my girlfriend demanded cock from six strangers. Yeah, I knew this is what we had come here to do, but the reality of it paralyzed me.

Summer crawled onto the chair and hiked your dress up, baring your ass to everyone. You turned your head to look at me as one of your new friends stepped behind you, bringing the tip of his cock to your sex. I could see him brushing it up and down and the expression of want in your face. You shifted back against him and his manhood sank into you. You gritted your teeth, "c'mon, fuck me!"

He didn't need to be told twice, grabbing your waist and giving you long, firm thrusts. You groaned loudly and reached out to grab the nearest erection. The owner laughed, "I'm comin' darlin'!"

You looked up at him, "fuck my face, give it to me!"

He smiled wide as he entered your mouth and began to move, pushing deeper and deeper. Soon, your lips were meeting the base of his cock, as he and his comrade began to fuck you in unison. Your body shook each time they thrust, burying themselves to the hilt in you, their hips hitting your ass and your face. Your face was turning red as the guy in your mouth started to cum. He held it deep and I swear I could see your throat bulge as he emptied his balls into you. He jerked it out as you convulsed, gasping and groaning loudly, semen pouring from your mouth, as the other guy slammed deep into your pussy and howled. You collapsed onto the chair and he continued to pump his seed into you.

Your breathing was hoarse as one of the guys undid the tie on your dress. He rolled you over onto your back and then pulled you up, so he could slide your dress off. He looked over and tossed it to me, black fabric streaked with white cum. Naked now, cum glazing your face and pussy, you looked at him, spreading your legs, "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can."

 

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Robert

I had to smile. This place was exactly as I remembered it. The guys who had come with me had been skeptical, but now... It had been a while since we had been on leave, and all of us were horny as hell. I knew that the owner was generous to service personnel, so the entry fee was minimal. As we had walked into the main room, Tim had looked at me, "man, you are going to have to drag me out of here."

As we had walked to the bar, more than one woman sized us up and swooped in to offer one of us a 'drink.' Those of us who actually made it to the bar ordered a round and toasted absent friends. Bob nudged me and nodded past the far end of the bar. I looked over to see... Natalie! She was being solidly fucked by some guy, who I assumed was her boyfriend. We watched for a minute. Damn, she was so fucking hot!

A couple of our colleagues followed our line of vision, and suggested we help him out. I shook my head, remembering Natalie's plea the last time I had been here. I shook my head, "No, I think she is spoken for."

The guys respected that and returned for another round. The bartender suggested we might camp out at one of the red chairs and explained what they were for. "Sounds like a plan," I grinned, and led the way.

 

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Bob

She had not seen us, but seeing Natalie certainly brought back memories. Tim asked is she was the girl in the video and I nodded. He called me a lucky SOB and I laughed. "yeah, I was."

But our collective luck improved when we parked ourselves in the "red zone." Some hot thang in an LBD walked in, seated the guy she was with on the sidelines, and proceeded to tell us all that she wanted a good seeing to. Two of my colleagues had stripped faster than the rest of us and had had the pleasure of spit roasting her.

What was her name? She hadn't told us, but as I lifted her dress off, I didn't care. I tossed the cum stained garment to her boyfriend, and briefly wondered what his story was. Some guys got into watching their wives get fucked by other men. If so, he was going to be ecstatic.

I felt your hand on my cock, guiding me into your freshly fucked cunt, begging me to fuck you as hard as I could. I reached up and clasped your shoulders, "anything you want..."

I slammed into you, driving the entire length of my cock into your channel in one thrust. You screamed. Ordinarily, I would have paused to let you get used to it and/or make sure it felt good to you. But, I you wanted it hard and I hadn't had any in a couple months.

I immediately began fucking you like a jack hammer, pounding against you with each stroke, holding your down, put my strength into each stroke. Your mouth went wide and a long ululating cry emerged. I gritted my teeth as I felt my balls contract. I kept up the pace as my cock exploded into your tight channel. I jerked out of you as the last spurts coated your landing strip. I backed off and smiled at your gaping pussy, dripping cum and pulsing.

You trembled, raising your head, as Tim moved in, groaning, "morrrre..."

 

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Stanley

The longer this scene played out, the more obvious it became that I didn't really know Summer. I mean I had thought we were a sexually edgy couple, but now... everything we had done seemed pretty vanilla by comparison. I had never fucked you with the strength of these supermen. It seemed almost too hard, violent even, to be pleasurable. But you had cum several times by now and were begging, really and truly begging, for more.

Even as the last guy got off you, grinning like the Cheshire cat over his handiwork, the next guy was ready. You looked up at him, encouraging him. He reached down and slid your body part way off the 'chair,' until your back was arched, your breasts thrust up at him. A couple of his friends chuckled knowingly as he crouched, setting his cock into your cleavage.

You had always told me your were not well endowed enough for a tit wank, but as he pressed your soft tits around his manhood, you looked at him as though he was about to take your virginity. He began to move, sliding his cock back and forth against your chest. He smirked happily as you brought your hands up and took your breasts from him, your fingers gripping them tightly, pressing them together harder, growling at him to fuck you.

You clearly set his lustful heart on fire, as he began to fuck your cleavage with abandon and howled as he started to cum. My mouth hung open as his prick fountained onto you. Stream after stream of semen splattering your face, neck and breasts. You reveled in the shower of spunk, moving down to suck the last drops from his cock.

When you were done, you crawled back onto the altar of your debauchery, on all fours, facing me. A truly obscene amount of cum dripping and hung from your face and breasts. You looked at me with unfocussed eyes for a moment, but those eyes rolled back in your head as yet another guy moved behind you. He must have been pretty big, as your expression looked pained as he grasped your hips and began to fuck you. Your breasts began to sway, making the cum dripping from them even more lewd. A big glob dripped down your nose. Your mouth opened and your tongue emerged to lap it up and swallow. You looked at me and opened your mouth again, waving your tongue in invitation. Before I could move, the remaining guy who hadn't fucked you moved between us and set his cock to your lips. I watched as his buttocks flexed and his balls swayed and slapped your chin.

I could scarcely breath, excited, mortified, jealous, feeling like my sanity was hanging by a thread, but thinking maybe it was almost over, until... The first guy that fucked you moved to stand next to the guy throating you, his cock hard, obviously waiting for round two.

 

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Bruce

When Robert had organized this trip to the Club, I had thought each of us would end up with our own 'dates' for the evening, not that one girl would be servicing all the servicemen. But damn, that seemed like her mission and she was hell bent on accomplishing it.

I had just returned from the bar, with a waitress in tow. I sat down next to the guy who had arrived with our dynamo and handed him a shot. He took it and swallowed it slowly, closing his eyes as his girl screamed her pleasure. Given that her juices were still damp on my dick, it seemed a little rude, but I asked him what her name was.

"Summer," he mumbled, looking up at one of the monitors to see her being fucked on the big screen.

A round of applause went up as Robert stood, picked her up bodily, and lowered her down onto his cock. Summer's hands draped around Robert's neck as he started to bounce her up and down, driving his cock deep inside her. We chuckled as someone put 'Rag Doll' on the sound system. Summer's head was thrown back as she abandoned herself to her pleasure. It was erotic poetry in motion. Robert would raise her, and then let gravity pull her down as he rotated his hips, driving up into her. His cock would slide fully into her, as her ass his hips. The shock would travel the length of her torso, before she bounced up and the cycle began again. She gave an anguished little squeak each time he bottomed out inside her, which gave way to continuous cries as he sped up. He growled and his muscles bulged as he slammed deep and held her, cumming hard inside her. He started to lose his balance, so tilted forward, Summer's body slipping off his cock and falling on the chair with a bounce. The last pulses of his climax rained down on her, as she lay splayed, her pussy visible pulsing, semen flowing from her.

She started to raise herself, when she collapsed back on the chair, eyes closed. Bob chided Robert, "Oh man, you killed her."

It was pretty clear, from the way she was breathing, that she was merely exhausted. I heard the guy next to me mutter, "I couldn't have done that."

I looked at him, "Maybe, maybe not. But what you do from this moment on, is what she will remember."

He looked at me, then got a resolute expression on his face. He got up, walked over to Summer, and with a little difficulty, lifted her. We watched as he carried her carefully towards the large glass shower, clearly with things on his mind.

 

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Bob

I was disappointed to see our fuck doll taken away. I was all set for another go.

But as her assumed boyfriend carried her towards that glass shower stage, a trail of semen dripping from her body, my curiosity was piqued. What do you do after your girl has been roundly fucked by six strangers?

He stopped at the stairs and ordered two mojitos with extra mint from a passing server. He set Summer's feet on the stairs and guided her up and into shower, shucking his clothes as he walked. Once in, he started the water, which cascaded like rain and pushed Summer into it. Immediately, she was drenched, semen mixing with water and sliding down her body. He grabbed a sponge and lathered it ferociously. Pulling Summer towards him, he began soaping her. Unlike another shower show I had seen, this was not slow and sensual, or exhibitionist teasing. He was intent on getting her clean.

Despite his seeming utilitarianism, it was still fun to watch. Hot girls are always sexy when wet and soapy. A few of us settled at a nearby table and ordered another round. Stanley's drinks arrived as Summer was rinsing off. He pulled her out of the stream long enough to give her hers. She took a gulp and her eyebrows arched at the strong mint taste. He took a sip of his, nodded, and pushed her back in the spray.

OK, he was cleaning every trace of us from her body. What next?

Summer polished off her drink, emerged from the shower and stretched, "all minty fresh and clean! Now where was I?"

Stanley pulled the plastic chair, at the back of the shower, closer and sat down. He pulled Summer over his lap, her wet derriere arched up, her breasts hanging down. Sternly he said, "you were being a bad girl."

Summer started to protest when his hand rose and fell sharply on her ass. Whack!

 

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Bruce

For a minute, I was looking hard at the shower. Stanley's hand rose and fell, and the sound of his palm spanking Summer's wet ass was loud. It was clear that it hurt, from the way her body jolted and the squeaks and cries she made.

After ten swats, he paused, asking tightly, "are you going to be a good girl now?"

Summer slurred defiantly, "I am good. Very Good!"

Stanley reached into her wet hair and took a firm grip, pulling her head, arching her back. His other hand raised high, and .... Whack!

"Yes" Whack!

"You" Whack!

"Are" Whack!

"And" Whack!

"You" Whack!

"Are" Whack!

"Mine" Whack!

"Under" Whack!

Stood" Whack!

His hand continued moving, like a sadistic metronome, spanking her. Summer writhed and screamed and struggled, but her held her fast. Her ass was turning a bright red. The people watching began to clap in time with the spanks, which only egged Stanley on. Bob nudged me, grinning, "if I didn't know better, I would think she had planned this."

I chuckled, watching Summer's breasts bounce, her nipples looking painfully hard, "Ya think?"

The tone changed when Summer suddenly begged, "Please...."

Stanley stopped, growling, "Please? Please what? Yes, you will please ME!"

He grabbed Summer's shoulders and pulled, then pushed her to standing position, facing the wall of the shower and the crowd beyond. He swatted her ass again, "Bend over bitch!"

Summer immediately did as she was told, resting her hands against the glass, bending deeply. Stanley positioned his erection and thrust into her. Summer cried out loudly as he pushed deep, and began to fuck her, fast and hard. His hips started slapping her beet red ass. The crowd resumed clapping, now in time to Stanley's thrusts. His expression was priceless, as the conquorer reclaiming his prize.

Summer's eyes were wide, her mouth slack, as her man took her.

 

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Bob

I figured Summer was probably pretty sore by this time, but that was not stopping Stanley from fucking the daylights out of her. From the way his muscles in his legs were trembling, he looked to be close. He slammed into her hard repeatedly, and came hard, his face as red as Summer's ass. Summer's shriek confirmed that his explosion had put her over the edge, her tight body writhing frantically.

We joined the crowd with loud hoots and applause. Bruce mumbled, "Not bad for a civilian..."

As our entertainers regained their breathes, Stanley reached up and took Summer's hair. He pulled her back towards him, her back arched. He lowered his mouth to her ear and we could see him mouth, "I love you! OK?!"

Summer smiled and looked out through the glass at us, and winked. I chuckled, "Bruce, we have been used. Not bad for a civilian."

Bruce shook his head, then laughed, "I feel so... cheap."

We both laughed and turned back to pour another round. As we sat sipping, a slender woman, probably ten years our senior, dressed convincingly like a street walker, moved from her chair at the table next to us and straddled Bruce, taking his drink and downing it. She purred, "No, you wanna see cheap? I'll show you cheap."

 

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Bruce

Now any place other than this, I would have assumed that a woman dressed in a leather mini skirt, fishnets, and a white tube top, with fire engine red lipstick and almost garish makeup, was probably a pro. But this was the Club, so she was more likely a librarian living out her kinky fantasies. She leaned over the nipped the lobe of my ear, "C'mon baby, lemme show you a good time."

I was thinking of some smart ass retort, when she reached down and grabbed the bulge in my pants. She smirked at me, "Somebody wants to play."

"Maybe," I grinned, reaching around her to cup the cheeks of her ass.

She leaned close again, whispering in my ear, "that's it baby, do you like the feel of my ass? Just imagine holding it while I ride that big cock of yours. I'ld fuck you so good."

Not that she needed to sell me, but it was fun listening to her whisper dirty in my ear, as her hands unbuckled my belt and worked to free my cock.

 

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Bruce

Quite efficiently, this slender vixen had undone my pants and released my cock, purring as you stroked its length. "You've done this before," I quipped.

"Uh huh," you smiled, "several times, this evening."

You rose, tilting my cock and swiveling your hips, brushing the tip against your wet slit, "but I can tell.. you are going to be the best."

I was going to ask you if you said that to all the boys, when dropped down onto my lap, your sex swallowing my length. You chortled, "mmmm, perfect, that's what I needed."

You smiled at me as you settled down further, drawing my full length within you. My hands roamed again beneath your leather skirt, clasping your slender ass. I felt your gluts tense, and then groaned as your pussy squeezed my cock and then relaxed. You repeated this a number of times in a steady rhythm. Stroking my face, you asked, "like that baby? Isn't it the best you've ever had?"

It was pretty damn good, but I demurred, "maaaybe..."

You gave me a light slap, "cheeky boy."

Your hips began to move, circling in a slow undulation, and began to rise and fall. The effect was intensely pleasurable and maddening, at the same time. Each stroke was different, almost like entering you anew. But no two strokes alike didn't give me the right stimulation to cum. You kept this up, smiling at me, an evil glint in your eye.

My fingers tightened on your ass, and you laughed, stroking my face again, "Awww, whatsa matter baby?"

"You....," I started, "are driving me.. you are teasing me aren't you?"

She laughed, pausing to squeeze my cock again, "Maaaybe.. What are you going to do about it?"

 

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Bob

Ah, the Club, one of the few places where it is fine to have a drink while your comrades gets fucked, in the chair next to you. I was not surprised that someone had approached us. Everyone had seen Summer being ravaged. But I admired the forthrightness of the woman who was fucking Bruce right now. Bold as brass, confident in her attractiveness, she wanted some and was going to take it.

"Clear the deck," I chuckled as I heard her tease Bruce. Robert, Tim and I pulled our drinks and the bottle off the table. Sure enough, five seconds later, Bruce had lifted her up and laid her on the table. It was a small table. With her ass on one side, her head tilted over the other. She looked up at Bruce, as he held her legs against his chest, and began to fuck her. His hands roamed up and down her legs and I grinned at him. Bruce did love long, shapely legs.

She squeaked at the sudden intensity of his thrusts, then gradually settled down, luxuriating in the solid fuck. Her head relaxed back, and she looked at me, and smiled, "Well Hello. I'm Amy."

She licked her lips as I replied, "Bob, nice to meet you."

Her lips freshly moistened, she continued, "And now that we have been formally introduced, why don't you fuck my face?"