Club Eroticus

My cock found the entrance to her pussy. I pushed into her. She was already hot and moist. I went deeper. A soft moan escaped from her throat. She pushed back against me so I could go even deeper. I held myself deep inside her steamy furnace. My fingers played over her clit as I swirled my cock around inside her. I puled out and shoved back in, holding my cock deep in her belly again. Then I started fucking her. Slow strokes at first but steadily faster and faster. Soon I was slamming into her. Our wet flesh made loud smacking sounds each time our bodies pounded into each other. My hands crushed against her slick tits. Her head jerked up each time I buried my cock. Her cunt walls tightened against me only adding to the sensations shooting through my body.

I wanted to see her while I was fucking her. I pulled out and quickly spun her around. Looking into her eyes, I bent my knees and placed my cock at the opening of her hot pussy. Her lust filled eyes begged me deeper. I pushed all the way into her steamy fuck hole. Her mouth opened and she let out a gasp. She curled a leg around me and leaned back against the wall thrusting her hips out towards me. I looked down and saw my cock moving in and out of her slowly, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt gripping and squeezing me.
 
Nicole

She gasped and shoved backwards into him. her ass thrusting back and forth. The wet sounds of sex filled the shower stall, she gasped out and groaned loudly as he moved faster and faster. Her pussy was tightening around him once again, she was aching from head to toe. Her head was thrown back, her grunts and groans echoing off the walls as she thrust back to meet him. He pulled out, and she protested with a whimper. He turned her around and bent down, ramming his cock back deep inside her. She braced her back against the wall of the shower and lifted herself up and out. Her hands came up to her breasts, tugging her own nipples as she watched him. He was watching his cock slide in and out of her pussy with intense focus. She melted a little more. Reaching down she fondled her clit as he pounded her over and over again. She could feel her back sliding up and down the tile walls. It added to the sexual awareness, the sights and sounds were already tormenting her. But the scent of her own juices drove her crazy. She brought her pussy juiced fingers up to her lips and suckled them clean, then moved back down. One finger flicking her clit, the other two sqeezing the side of his thrusting cock. She tensed up, she was ready to burst once more. Her eyes met his, purring out.. "Im going to cumm!" She looked down, mewling sounds coming from her throat as she watched herself getting fucked by his hard cock, and by her fingers. "Ooh ooh oooo!" her head went back into the shower wall with a bump as she titled her hips further, she felt her walls tighten around him, nearly pushing his cock out as her orgasm took her over once more. She let go of her tit and clit and grabbed onto his arms to steady herself. Shaking badly, her legs started to give out a little, she sank down a little, but his thrusting cock kept her up there. His hands gripped into her ass and lifted her back up. her head feel forward to his shoulder, her teeth biting lightly into his skin. She groaned out and tensed once more, hot juices started to flow.
 
She came hard, clutching at me to keep her balance. I cupped her ass and held her upright as my cock continued to hammer her pussy. Even in the hot shower I could feel her warm juices flowing down my cock.

I knew I was close myself. I hooked my arms under the insides of her thighs and lifted her off the ground. Pushing her back against the wall I began to pummel her pussy faster and harder. Her orgasm gained new energy. Her fingers tore at my hair in a death grip. She cried out in a series of squeals and gasps. Her head bounced in the air each time I fucked my cock into her. Her heels dug into my sides.

Then it happened. My mind went blank. I felt a powerful rush of energy to my loins. My cock swelled. I roared just as my muscles tightened. Hot milky liquid erupted from my cock deep into her belly. I slammed into her again spilling more seed up her cunt. I continued to fill her with my essence until I was drained. Her own orgasm has passed. I held her against the wall breathing hard. My cock was still inside her. She twitched against me, and I could feel the mixed juces of our passion begin to drain from inside her.

I finally lowered her back to the floor. I put my arms around her and held her close as the hot water sprayed over us.
 
OOC: (Be gentle with me it’s my first time – to coin a phrase!)
Kirsten: Brunette, brown eyes, she is small but perfectly formed! She has just had a huge argument with a potentially dangerous ex and a bunch of his friends. She has managed to run away from them but they are in hot pursuit…

IC: The girl burst through the club doors, glancing backwards with undisguised fear. She was not dressed for a club. Her hair was severely tied back in a pony -tail and she wore the minimum of make-up.

She rudely pushed through the people on the dancefloor, although the expression on her face was not one of contempt.
She glanced behind her, checking the door at regular intervals before finding a seat at the bar. She ensured it gave her a good view of the clubs entrance.

Only now did she take a look around her, the club was large and yet gave an impression of intimacy. She couldn’t figure out if there was a back entrance but she could see where the ladies room was. She scanned quickly for other escape routes.
She felt a little uncomfortable but shook off the vibe.
Realising how out of place she looked, she hurriedly removed her shabby overcoat.

Her clothing beneath was not much better but would have to suffice.
The denim skirt came demurely below her knee and she still wore the uniform shirt from the diner.

“Oh no”, she thought, “What if there is a dress code?, or it’s members only? At least I have i.d.!”

She tried to smooth back her hair, then stood up to tuck in the shirt at her narrow waist.
Her generous breasts strained against the buttons.
Damn her ex –employer, they never had been able to get a good fit.

Only now did she take a breath, look up and order in a voice husky from previous tears…

“I guess this is a cocktail bar, do you do a Shirley Temple?”

She rummaged in her pocket and checked out her loose change. Dammit, they had snatched her purse during the argument. She barely had bus fare.

Smiling apologetically she amended her order…

“A glass of iced water?”
 
OOC: Welcome sweetlilM !

IC:

CLAY

Clay had seen the woman burst through the door. Trouble. She blew right by his college boy checking IDs, and went on to the dance floor in obvious distress.

Clay could smell the fear, and the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. He went outside to quickly see if he could see the source of the threat. The parking lot was full of the usual empty cars and patrons coming and going. Whatever she was running from, she had escaped - at least for the moment.

Clay went back in, the woman was standing at the bar changing her order with no means of paying. He said -

"Get this lady a drink of anthing she wants on me please Jorja."

Turning to the woman, he gently continued -

"You are safe here at the Club E. I'm Clay I'll protect you. What is your name, and how can I help you?
 
OOC: Thanks for the welcome, I am feeling a little nervous!

Kirsten looked up in surprise at the overpoweringly tall man before her.

She caught her breath and, taken a back, pointed mutely to the name badge on her diner shirt…

“Kirsten” She finally stuttered

The act of kindness and looks of concern from both the man and the woman at the bar, touched her and tears flooded her eyes. She blinked them back, allowing herself to feel safe.

“Thank you” She said with a new confidence “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene,”

She looked at the woman, “I think I’ll stick with ice water, at least for now!”

She tried to glance casually at Jorga’s leather bodice and ample breasts. She looked down to her own chest, feeling even more out of place.

Turning back to Clay, Kirsten felt a flush come to her cheeks, He was a good looking man. She smiled and then looked away in embarrassment.
 
Nicole

She felt his orgasm deep inside her, and her walls contracted around him hard one last time. She leaned back against the wall, not sure how she got lifted into the air? All she could do was breath in and out. He held her there a moment, and let her slide down to the floor. His arms came around her, holding her up and against him. She laid her forehead on his shoulder, shivers shaking her whole form. "Wow" She whispered between heaving breaths. Her hands held onto him, trying to keep herself upright. Her whole body was saited and tingling.

She tried to speak, but still could not stop the hard beating of her heart, nor get enough air into her starving lungs. She turned her face into his neck, and lightly kissed the tender skin there. They stood like this for she didn't know how long. Her hands gripping him, his hands gently moving up and down her back. She could feel their combined juices running down her leg, she smiled a little.
She slowly came back to reality, the shower spray hitting her here and there felt heavenly on her sensitive skin. She moaned a little, but still did not pull away from him. Her inner thighs muscles still quaked with weakness and pleasure, she wouldn't be walking anywhere any time soon. She whispered into his ear, "You are going to be the death of me, I just know it.." She smiled and kissed his neck, hugging him closer. Her nipples pressed against his chest, causing her to tingle even more.
 
We stood there letting water pour over us, holding each other and enjoying the afterglow. We kissed again. The kiss became more passionate. Our hands roamed each other, our touches became more intimate. Her hand found my spent cock and slowly stroked it back to life. I bent my knees. She moved me between her legs. My cock slipped back into her juicy cunt. We started moving, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

Our eyes locked as we drank from each others lust. She rubbed her clit hard against me. Her body shuddered. She closed her eyes and gasped as another surge of pleasure passed through her. I pulled out, unable to consummate my own need so soon after spilling my seed in her.

We finished showering, soaping each other's body as we held each other under the hot spray. We dried ourselves. I opened a back door that went to my own private room with a large bed.

"I don't believe you have anything to wear, Nicole. You are welcome to rest here or rummage through my closet to find something to wear."

I stepped back and looked at her naked body, so beautiful, so passionate.

"We need a fresh start. Let's consider this your interview. We can discuss terms of your employment later."
 
Nicole

She spent her sweet time washing his body, taking all of him in. her hands moving everywhere. He started to make slow sweet love to her once again, but stopped. She didnt question it, just smiled and kissed him tenderly. Washing each other off once again, they got out and dried. She followed him into another room she hadnt seen before. It was a private bedroom. She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I don't believe you have anything to wear, Nicole. You are welcome to rest here or rummage through my closet to find something to wear."

She nodded, her eyes not leaving his. She dried her hair with the towel, watching him stand there. She roamed his body with her eyes, his cock still jutting from the apex of his thighs. She licked her lips, feeling her mouth water again. She stood up and moved towards him.

"We need a fresh start. Let's consider this your interview. We can discuss terms of your employment later." His voice was gentle almost hushed. She nodded her head once again, "uh huh.." her hands came up to run along his chest outwards to his arms. She stepped close enough her pert nipples touched his chest. Her eyes came up to meet his, she sighed. Smiling she kissed his jaw and then over his cheek to his ear. She lapped the lobe and then slid her tongue down along his neck. She didn't want to stop this feeling. She pressed her thigh against his legs, and ran her hands feather soft down his arms and back up over his shoulders. Her lips traveled along his chest, then she moved up to take a sweet kiss from his mouth. her eyes were dark with passion, she waited to see his reaction to her. If he was finished with her, or if he wanted more?
 
Madison

I lit yet another cigarette and glanced around the club. One of the bouncers was looking after a girl by the bar. She seemed kind of red-eyed and a little shaky. I felt a twinge of empathy for her. Life hadn't been too kind to me over the past few years. Perhaps that's why I'd turned out the way I had. World-weary and tough to the point of being untouchable, even at the relatively tender age of 23.

Perhaps I might go over and introduce myself in a while, I though to myself. Once I've had just a few more drinks. I shook my head a little, wishing I could loosen up and enjoy myself just this once. God knows, I needed a night away from it all.
 
Nicole wanted more and so did I, but I knew I had to get back to the Club, at least for a little while. H My fingers traced down her back, brushing down the cleft betweeh her cheeks and back up again. My cock was still hard and pressing against her lower belly. I could feel her hot pussy against my thight. Summoning all my will power I stepped away and put my fingers to her lips.

"Later. I promise."

I went into the closet, pulled on a new out fit, gave Nicole one last passionate kiss and left.
 
Nicole

She sighed and smiled. His kiss igniting her a little, but she was worn out. She glanced around and found one of his white Armani shirts. She tugged it on and buttoned it up. The bed looked so inviting. He said she could rest, so why not?

She laid down and soon fell asleep. Dreaming of his promise of later. She wasn't a fool, she knew she was one of many he would play with tonight. But for now, she was content. Maybe after some sleep she would go home.
 
OOC: Welcome Sweet!

Filling a highball glass with ginger ale and grenadine syrup, she handed it to the emotionally distraught looking young woman. Jorja brushed off her request for only ice water as she rummaged embarrassedly through a change purse, nudging the glass closer to the brunette. “Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house. Looks like you could use somethin’ sweet, anyways.”

Jorja exchanged a look with Clay before excusing herself.

On the way to the back rooms, she passed Mr. E. coming down from his office. Tugging at the sleeve of his crisp dress shirt, and sliding past him, purposely bumping hips, she slyly whispered her observations.

“I sometimes think you change your outfits more often than you change your women, doll…”

Returning to Candace and Greg’s room with the chilled bottle of water, Jorja set it down next to the champagne, listening to Greg’s remarks and wondering exactly what the woman’s response would be.
 
Kirsten looked at Jorga with gratitude: “ Thanks I really need a drink, or something”
The attractive woman behind the bar shared a glance with Kirsten’s ‘Knight in shining armour’

Feeling an unnecessary surge of jealousy Kirsten looked back to Clay
“ I don’t mean to cause any trouble, I guess I had a run in with some ‘ex’ friends and well, I won’t stay for long”

She drank deeply from the glass of ginger and grenadine.

She fought back the urge to ‘share’. Hell ‘Jayce’ was an asshole and she wasn’t proud of it!

“ Some idiot just lost me my job and he, well he is trouble and…”

She tripped over her words. The bastard had hit her (not for the first time) and threatened her. He even brought his friends along this time, but she wasn’t ready to admit that to a stranger, no matter how attractive she found him…

She suddenly felt a desire for arms to hold her, for someone to take all the pain away, to make all her problems disapear, at least for a while.

Kirsten tried to pull herself together, focusing on her drink before she made a fool of herself!
 
CLAY

Impulsively Clay stepped forward and hugged Kirsten, his male protective hormones pumping in overdrive. She felt good in his arms as if she fit there. Her tears came, and he held her gently. When she looked up at him, he said -

"Come with me. Take your drink with you. I want to show you the security room where we do surveillance on not only the bar but the entire grounds outside. We can check and make sure that no one is out there lurking for you. I'll personally make sure of your safety tonight. "

Clay reached out to Kirsten extending his hand for her to take ...
 
Candace

As Jorja reentered the room with the water, my trepidation increased. So much had happened that evening, it felt as if my whole world had gone topsy-turvy all at once. Well, I guess it had, at that.

"Oh, Greg, I'm sure Jorja has better things to do than listen to the sordid details of my sex education this evening."

I was feeling quite embarrassed now, sitting nude on the couch. Jorja was eyeing me in a curious sort of way, almost expectantly. Greg's attitude toward me had certainly changed. It was as if he'd found he could control me and was enjoying it.

I crossed my legs and put an arm over my naked breasts, suddenly self-conscious in spite of everything that had happened during the evening.

"Jorja, really, you don't have to subject yourself to this."
 
Feeling the unmistakeable sensations of mya's orgasm beginning and knowing that Iralya was damned close, with her pussy contracting violently on his tongue and her warm moisture coating his face, Vince let himself go....
Arching his ass high off the divan he plunged upwards to meet Mya's violent downthrusts and pushed his mouth tight against her vulva sucking hard and thrusting his tongue into her just as far as it would go.

A sheet of fluid warmth filling his mouth accompanied by her cry of release told him that Iralya was cresting into a climax. With one more hard thrust upwards into mya's tensed pulsing sex he rolled over the edge himself mixing his own hot spend with hers.
The three of them were locked together in a shuddering mutual orgasm.
 
And then she felt Clay’s arms around her. In the security of his embrace she could no longer hold back the floodgates, her tears began.

She felt foolish, vulnerable and acutely aware of the other patrons. What must they think of her, making such a spectacle of herself?

Kirsten buried her face deep into Clays neck as if to hide from their prying eyes.

What right did she have to expect protection from this man? He had no idea of how dangerous Jayce could be.

How long she had been running from him before he found her 'this' time?
This sudden sanctuary in the midst of her nightmare…too good to be true?

She tentatively returned his hug and then pulled away. Seeing the residue of her tears on his shoulder and neck she looked up to him.

All at once the noise in the club seemed to surge. Clay was saying something but for some reason Kirsten couldn’t concentrate on his words.

She reached out, grasping to meet his outstretched hand.
She fought to stay in control.
How long was it since she had eaten?

She had done the dawn shift at the diner and had been playing cat and mouse since 10am…What time was it now?
Why did she feel so dizzy?

Thoughts swarmed, unbidden though her exhausted mind, a maelstrom of emotion, fear, panic...hope? and something else, something 'new'...
And the lights in the club were suddenly far too bright.
And she didn’t think that she could… could stand!
And why was everyone spinning…?

The darkness welcomed her like an old friend and she sank forward into Clay’s arms, oblivious to all around her…
 
“Quite the contrary, m’dear…”

Jorja moved to the sofa next to the woman, sitting down on the other end, and letting her eyes freely roam the well developed curves of this feminine delight.

“Getting my gossip, first hand, about the torrid entanglements of our patrons – nothing I’d like to do more on my break.”

Smiling quickly, Jorja glanced at Greg for a moment, before returning her attention to Candace.

“Well…almost nothing…”
 
I walked back into the Club, a tingling still in my loins from Nicole. She continued to surprise me... something very few women have done. Yes, I would have to return, but first to my patrons.

Jorja winked at me again. Nothing missed her watchful eye. I looked out at the dance floor. The music was pounding, the dance flood was packed. Bodies bumped, grinded, swayed in rhythm. A slow murmur of voices and clinking of glasses were in the background along with the smell of perfume and smoke.

Tony, the boxer had disappeared with the two ladies he was courting earlier. More satisfied customers I hoped. I went down to the dance floor and found two beautiful ladies dancing with themselves, but looking like a partner would be desired.

A few new faces had arrived. Clay was putting the moves on one of them. Typical. Few women resisted his advances and a chance to sample his muscular physique.

A young lady sat at the bar smoking a cirgarette and guzzling our patented Paradise Potion, a drink of mostly booze with a touch of flavoring. She smiled at me nervously, looking like she was already feeling the effects of the alcohol. I nodded and introduced myself. Her name was Madison. She needed to loosen up a little.

"Would you lke to dance. I promise not to step on your feet.
 
Irralya

OOC: Back...sorry I was gone for a while...:p<ick...why is this face green??>
IC:
Irralya lets herself climax as Vince's hot tounge finds that perfect spot inside her and drowns herself in the erotic sensations. She feels Mya rocking wildly as she comes as Vinny tense and explodes...

After I gather my senses....I gently slide off Vince and kiss him deeply tasting my own pussy juice on his luscious mouth. Mya still has Vince in her and leans down to run her nails over his chest when I withdraw.
"Vinny...that was wonderful...." , I don't know who said this...I am just too exhausted to care!
Mya slips off of Vinny and I begin to lazily lick her nipple playfully while running my fingers through Vinny's hair......
 
CLAY

It took a lot to surprise Clay, but Kirsten collapsing sure did! He caught her with ease. Moving surely yet quickly Clay carried her back into one of the many private rooms in the back. He put her gently on the bed. Calling the short order cook, he had some hearty soup brought back with a few large glasses of ice water.

He poured some warm water on a wash cloth and sat next to Kirsten. He took a few moments to look at her. She looked a bit white faced, but now simply beautiful. Her lack of makeup had an endearing quality to it, she had high cheekbones and hair that shone with health and vitality. Her uniform he could see masked feminine curves that were quite delicious.

Clay took the wash cloth and bent over Kirsten, wiping her forehead. He kissed her forehead lightly, and her eyes began to flutter open. Clay gave him his most dazzling smile then said -

Kirsten, you gave me quite a scare back there. You are safe, still at the Club E with me. I told you I'd take care of you tonight ...
 
Madison

I'd moved from my table by the dance floor to a seat by the bar and had asked for the house special. The barmaid had handed me a strange concoction, sickly sweet and yet strangely appealing. I drank it down quite easily.

I was just about to finish yet another cigarette and was thinking of leaving when a tall, unashamedly attractive man, just oozing with charm, approached me.

'Would you like to dance?' he asked, his voice like velvet. He was acting as if he owned the damn place! 'I promise not to step on your feet.'

I put my glass down on the bar and looked him up and down, one eyebrow raised in defiance, although I was secretly enthralled by this over-confident character.

'I don't dance,' I said, trying to keep my cool, although I knew it was all too clear that my body language was probably giving the game away.

I had sat back in my seat, crossing my long slender legs, running a finger along the neckline of my halter-top.
 
Kirsten's eyelids fluttered and she tried to focus.

Clay was above her, his face looking down upon her.

A myriad of expressions flickered over her face, confusion, relief, and then, imperceptibly, Desire.

The man before her, his strength, his tender kindness... for gods sake, that body!
On some primitive level her own body was responding to all these masculine characteristics.

She shivered involuntarily and tried to regain control, turning away her face flushed with naive shame.
 
Candace

Once again, Candace was surprised, but this time by a woman. She couldn't believe her ears when Jorja agreed that she'd like to hear about her evening. And the look Jorja had given Greg implied something more.

Nervously, Candace turned sideways towards Jorja and brought her legs up, tucking her feet under her, her knees bent up.

"Well, all right, but it's actually quite embarrassing now that I think back."

She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening the tangled mess a bit.

"You probably don't know much about me, Jorja, except from the newspapers, but I've led a rather sheltered life. I met and married Barnie - Barnabus - when I was 17. Until this evening, he was the first and only man I'd ever been with."

Jorja's eyebrows shot up as Candace spoke those words, almost as in disbelief.

"We led a very comfortable life. He provided everything I needed. At least until tonight, I thought he had. Now I realize just how sheltered I've been."

She reached for her glass of water and quickly took a few sips, then continued.

"When I came into the club tonight, I really had no idea what I'd be getting myself into. Eroticus was...charming, sensuous, seductive. He made love to me in ways I hadn't ever dreamed were possible. No, not 'made love to me.' We fucked, like sea otters."

Jorja began laughing at that statement, which caused Candace to begin giggling herself.

"Jorja, I had no idea what sexual pleasures could be given and gotten with your mouth."

She became a little unfocused then, remembering back to her first shock at taking Eroticus into her mouth and then how he in turn pleasured her with his. She hesitated, unwilling to continue further.
 
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