Club Eroticus

[sweetlilM]

“I want…” Kirsten paused, a look of confusion clouding her sweet face, “ …I think, I want you?”

She barely whispered the words, shocked at her own audacity before they had even passed her lips.
She felt an empty longing between her thighs and was acutely aware of the hardening nubs of her nipples, straining against the confining fabric at her chest.

This was so wrong, so very wrong, and yet her whole body was raw with anticipation of his response. Was this a reaction to the nightmare of the past day?, Did she even care?

She was no virgin, but Jayce was all that she had known.
And Clay? No man had ever had such an incredible effect on her and she felt out of control.

Kirsten was afraid again. This time afraid of her own feelings and of what a low opinion this man must surely have of her. She was afraid of her lack of experience, that somehow she would fail him.

But her greatest fear was Clay’s rejection.

Taking a sharp breath, Kirsten forced herself to meet his gaze. Desperate for his approval and with her lips apart, she pleaded to Clay with deep brown eyes which were shining again with unshed tears…

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay smiled at the words Kirsten had just spoken. He saw her lips quivering, slightly apart looking wanton. Also more than a little erotic. There was something about her that made Clay crazy. He couldn't put his finger on it, although he would give her the sun, moon and the stars if she would ask it of him.

It seemed to Clay that mere words could not adequately quell her fears of rejection. He should show her how much he desired her in return. He pulled Kirsten to him, his strong arms encircling her waist. He kissed her deeply their tongues finding each other. Perhaps it was the need to protect her, perhaps it was her deep brown almost opaque eyes. Whatever it was Clay knew what he wanted most just then. It was Kirsten....

 

[sweetlilM]

Kirsten gasped as Clay pulled her to him, his lips meeting hers and his tongue exploring her mouth.

She was soon responding hungrily to his kiss and clutched the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him as close as she could.

Her own tongue encircled his, Clay teased it’s tip with his lips and teeth, making her faint with thoughts of where else he may use his mouth later.

She moved her hand to his belt and felt his arousal.
Kirsten was now dizzy with desire.
With her other hand, and without breaking the kiss, she tried to remove her shirt but her hands shook so much with lust and fear that she could not manage to unfasten it.

She tugged impatiently, and the shirt burst, the clatter of buttons the only noise above that of her heavy breathing.

Her high and generous breasts now almost free of constraint. Pressed against her white cotton bra, her nipples were hard and visible through the stretched fabric

“Help me…PLEASE”

She was so ashamed at her desperation and blatant desire. So 'at the mercy' of this man who had shown her simple kindness when she most needed it.

And now she knew that she would show him her gratitude in any way he desired…

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay was excited by the neediness of Kirsten's passion. He heard the buttons rip off her shirt so hard was she tearing at her own clothes. Her hand on his crouch aroused in him an animal like lust that matched her own. His hand found her breasts, now larger looking than they were before when covered by her loose waitress' shirt. He slid his right hand under her bra, finding her breast, full and soft in his hand. As he held her, Kirsten's nipple started to get hard, swelling against his fingertips. With a practiced twist of his free hand her bra came off.

Clay ripped off his own shirt and flung it off in the far corner of the room. He pulled Kirsten to him, their bodies hot against the others naked skin. He kissed her long and passionately. The sounds of the Club faded from his mind, he thought only of Kirsten. He wanted her in every way. As her last plea -

"Help me ...please " faded in the room, Clay redoubled his efforts.

Unable and unwilling to stop, Clay tilted her head back and kissed Kirsten's exposed neck. His hands found her ass as he raised back up and kissed her full mouth once again ....

 

[bombast]

Greg

I lay still, watching Candy tell her story Jorga. The sight of her, getting modest, crossing her legs, covering herself up, made we want to protect her a bit.

I slid closer to her, and she turned a bit to face Jorga, leaning into me as she did. I felt so many conflicting emotions. First, I had tremendous respect for this woman, tremendously warm feelings for her. I have known her in the outside world for so long. But I also wanted to make her somehow ... mine ... to control her, to teach her, to mold her. I wanted to indulge this fantasy, so I restrained myself from putting a protective arm around her.

I listened intently as she described her evening so far: "Jorja, I had no idea what sexual pleasures could be given and gotten with your mouth."

Then they started giggling, as if they discovered some secret about men, or themselves, or both.

Regardless, Jorga was sitting down, paying very close attention to Candy, and I felt secure in that -- Candy was in good hands. Even if nothing happened, even if Candy told her story and Jorga ran from the room, i would still be here for her. If Jorga didn't run, and was interested as she said she was, well, maybe I would have to leave the room. I wouldn't want to ... I wanted to make Candy mine. I kept repeating this.

I was still exhausted from our session with Eroticus, so I was content to sit next to Candy, feel her warmth. I was getting a bit hard as the conversation went on. But she stopped. She did not want to go farther.

I looked at Jorga, and new this a moment to go a step farther.

"Candy -- I didn't say you could stop. You are being rude to Jorga. She's sitting here, waiting for you to continue. You know you are safe here, right? It's rude then to keep your hosts waiting. You didn't know about blow jobs. Say it. And tell her what you did to learn more about it. Go on.

"I insist." I grabbed her wrist, and pulled her arm away from her breasts, letting them be seen by Jorga and me. The cool air had its effect on her nipples. The got rock hard almost instantly.

 

[sweetlilM]

Kirsten felt his hands on her, moving over her. Her bra was gone and his fingers exquisitely tortured her nipples with their insistence.

His kiss was sweet and deep and …
Clay tore off his own shirt revealing a torso as hard and muscled as the promise of his earlier embrace.
He crushed her to him and thrust back her head laying her throat bare to his unrelenting lips.

The two of them naked from the waist, Kirsten could think only of her heat, the contact of their skin like fire. Her hair was loose and wild and that look on her face…this woman was a heady combination of sweet innocence and animal hunger.

Clays hands on her ass were searching and insistent. Kirsten fought to unbutton her skirt and with Clays help it fell to the ground at her now bare feet.
Her modest white panties were damp with desire and Clays hands explored her fully.

Clay could take in all of her, her high round breasts her tight flat stomach. Her legs long and athletic. The demure white panties, visibly moist with her arousal, added an extra depth.

Her body was responding on some base level to Clay's every touch but now her inexperience was making her hesitant, she wanted to touch him to hold his…his … God she couldn’t…

Kirsten moved her hands to Clays waist and down to his legs, she could feel his manhood, his rod…his prick, hard and urgent.

Kirsten met Clay’s eyes, questioning him. She rubbed the heel of her hand against his erection. Through the layer of fabric, she had no real perception of size, but her only means of comparison, Jayce, came nowhere close to these proportions.

A look of genuine fear, and of more wanton longing, lingered in her eyes and again she looked to Clay for guidance…

 

[Eroticus]

"Everyone is a born dancer, they just need to find their rhythm. Close your eyes. Listen to the beat. Concentrate. Tap your foot... good."

I took her hand in mine and began tapping it against my chest in time with the music.

"Feel it. Now move you head back and forth."

I could see she was uncomfortable, wasn't getting into it.

"Well, I'm going to show you the passion of dance. Just sit here and watch. See that young lady near the dance floor swaying to the music? She needs a partner."

I walked over to a pretty young brunette who was waiting for her girlfriend to return. She knew me by reputation and was pleased to accept my offer to dance. Dancing is my art and we put on quite a show. I danced behind her with my hand on her stomach and lower body pressed into her soft cheeks, bumping and grinding to the music. We danced facing each other, my leg pressed between her thighs, my hand on the small of her back and her breasts crushed against me with our faces inches apart. We twirled, spun, moved our feet, threw our heads. It was a dance of passion, of two strangers connecting physically through to beat of the music. When it was over I kissed her on the cheek, bowed and returned to the bar.

"You should learn to dance. It's good for the soul."

I left her there to think about what I had said and went to check out my other patrons. Now where the heck was Clay?

 

[Silverluna]

Irralya leaves

OOC:i wont be online much....i am literally having a nervous breakdown.....just too many punches to my gut have me reeling and on the verge of total mental collapse....

Irralya grabs her dress slips it on...grabs her purse her shoes and runs out.....her jacket is on the table in the far corner....She grabs it and leaves....tears running down her face....

 

[Elodie]

Madison

He pressed my hand flat against his chest and then tapped it against him. I tried not to show my delight at the feeling of the taut muscle under his shirt.

He walked off to the edge of the dancefloor and gave me a 'demonstration' with an pretty young brunette who was stood there quite innocently waiting for a friend. Although I tried my best not to show it, the display quite aroused me. He certainly could move. And the girl was completely bowled over. He knew just how to touch a woman to sweep her away.

He finished his demo and left the girl, who pouted disappointedly when he walked away, straightening her dress and frowning slightly. He returned to the bar, and to me.

'You should learn to dance. It's good for the soul,' he said, raising one eyebrow slightly, before striding away across the club.

I watched him go, still subconsciously tapping my foot to the music. Why couldn't I have just shut up, got up and dance with the man?

'Damn it!' I cursed myself, and went back to my drink, lighting another cigarette out of frustration. 'Why can't I just loosen up for once.'

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

I was feeling comfortable with Jorja listening to my story but still embarrassed by all that had happened. I suppose that's why I stopped when I did. Jorja's eyes hadn't left me and I was mesmerized by her presence.

I had almost forgotten Greg sitting behind me, that is, until he moved closer. I could feel the warmth of his body close to mine, not touching but in a way comforting. But then...then his words stung like a bee's sting.

His words were not comforting; they were controlling. I felt like the cage door that had only recently been opened was about to be slammed back in my face, and I didn't like that feeling. I'd lived with that feeling my entire marriage.

His words were so brash: "You didn't know about blow jobs. Say it. And tell her what you did to learn more about it. Go on. I insist."

Then he wrenched my arm away from my breasts, once again exposing me. His grip was hard, painful, and I cried out.

"No," I cried, turning toward him, scurrying across the couch, feeling safer by Jorja.

"Greg, what are you doing?"

The glint in his eyes was demanding but, unbelievably, concerned. I was having a very hard time keeping up with him. This was a man I'd admired, secretly yearned for. I'd thought it was a dream come true when he was making love to me. Now... Now I wasn't so sure. Now he seemed cruel.

"Why are you trying to humiliate me? I thought you cared for me."

 

[bombast]

Greg

Had I overstepped? There she was, looking now to Jorja for protection from me. She obviously did not like the direction I was moving. If nothing else, I have a keen grasp of the obvious.

"I'm not trying to humiliate you, to embarass you. I'm just trying ... " The truth is, I had no answer. I may have been more confused the she was, more conflicted about my feelings.

"Look, I am just trying .. to ... help you understand what's gone on here tonight ... as I am trying to ... but apparently I can't ... produce ... that into happening."

I scooted a little closer, she glared a little bit, but I saw her eyes soften.

Meanwhile, Jorja had a strange little grin on her face.

"Clearly, a lot has happened to me, for me tonight as well. I think I want to protect you from ... it? Me? I don't know. It's not like you even need protection from anything. You're an adult. You know why you're here."

"I did think it would be a charge to try out a little dominance, and I thought you'd like it ... but clearly I was mistaken."

Jorja's smile got a little wider.

"Forgiven?"

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

For once in my life, I felt I had asserted myself when I needed to. My comfortable life had been guided and directed by my husband and my staff while I was taught the social etiquettes of my station. Being a multimillionaire's wife was not as glamorous as many assumed it was. It was boring. Until mere seconds ago, I hadn't even realized I possessed a backbone.

As Greg spoke, he returned to the man I admired. I was stunned to hear he was as confused as I, was trying to control the situation, and misguided as it was to please me. Me? Yes, me.

I reached my hand out to his face, caressing it.

"Greg, I'm very confused tonight. I have so many emotions and desires crowding into my body, it's a little difficult to sort out."

I chuckled softly. "Before tonight, I didn't even consider myself attractive and now two intoxicating men have lavished upon me so much flattery and attention - yes, in a sexual way but wonderful attention - that I've become spellbound, in a way."

I turned toward Jorja, meekly looking at her.

"And now I find I'm attracted to a woman as well. What's to become of me? Who am I really?"

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

When Kirsten loosened the pony tail her long tresses were freed from their confinement. Something inside her was transformed. She no longer looked like the scared and tired waitress who had burst into the Club E just an hour before. Now she was a sensual creature, all woman exhuding her sexuality through every pore.

Clay reveled in her body, his strong hands freely roaming wherever they desired on her. He slid his hand inside the front of her panties, his fingers reveling in their first touch of her wetness. She unconciously spread her legs a little wider allowing him a better angle. Clay was in no hurry. Tonight, he intended to bring her to orgasm after orgasm and there was no rush.

Kirsten hesitated, obviously needing some encouragement. Clay lifted her chin up, looking her in the eyes. He took her hand slid it down hois pants until she could touch him directly. He closed his eyes and moaned slightly, Kirsten's touch felt great. She knew she was pleasing him. Clay leaned forward and said -

"I'm yours, and you are mine tonight. Its Ok to let all your inhibitions go. Whatever you want to do or have me do you have but to ask...."

 

[sweetlilM]

Clays fingers teased apart her panties and she felt his first butterfly touch on her sensitive lips.

Her firmly took her hand and guided it down the front of his pants and there she felt him for the first time.

His words of comfort gave her the encouragement she required and she removed her hand but only to allow her to unbutton and release him.

At first she was shocked at his size, again she had only one comparison.
A momentary pause and then she tentatively touched the head of his engorged member, his own natural lubricant glazed her thumb and she brought it back to her mouth, a taste …a test.

Kirsten knelt before him, the combination of fear and hunger in her eyes now heavy with lust.

She lowered her mouth to him, slowly, tenderly at first, slipping only his head through her pursed lips.

She slowly ran her tongue around him, exploring the taste and texture, whilst taking it deeper into her.
Holding the base of his shaft to steady it, the added pressure served to tantalise Clay more.

And then she began pulling him in and out of her hot mouth each time taking him further inside. At intervals she ran her tongue around his ample width and even grazed her teeth teasingly against him.

Her lips were wet with her own saliva and she was aware of it dribbling to her chin.

Kirsten’s sucking became more intense, and ever faster.She took him deeper into her mouth and felt his head brush her throat, she was unsure, she was shaking but she was determined to take him as deeply into her as she possibly could...

 

[Vagrant]

Hello everyone, I'm quite new here, infact, I just signed up before posting this. Mind if I join in?

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

ooc: more than welcome to join Vagrant, and welcome!

IC: She awoke some time later, the music pumping in the air had invaded her sweet dreams. She smiled and stretched, glancing around her. Eroticus must still be busy down below, all well. She lay there, relaxing. No hurry to go anywhere, not with his promise to return. She rolled over and closed her eyes once again. More sweet dreams of the sexual pleasures of the skin.

 

[darrenfate]

CLAY

Clay groaned as Kirsten first took him into her mouth. This is what he wanted, mmmm yes. What Kirsten lacked in experience was more than made up for in her passion. As his head disappeared between her lips Clay shuddered. Gaining confidence with every stroke, Kirsten took more and more of Clay in her mouth.

Clay rocked in and out with her, as they developed as rhythm. He clutched at her long fine hair in ecstacy as she sucked him. His hands wrapped her hair around them, she made him feel so good. His cock hit the back of her throat, and looking up at him, he nodded yes, silently telling her this was normal.

Slowly but insistently, Clay pushed forward past Kirsten's mouth and into her throat beyond. She paused as she learned to relax letting it all happen. Clay was brought to the edge, Kirsten had given him so much.

Yet he wanted her in a different way, this first time. Later, oh, later she could bring him off like this. Clay gently pulled her up standing again and kissed her harder this time. His hands slid down the back of her panties onto her naked ass. This time Clay slid down, and as he did he took her panties off with him. As he kissed her neck he said :

"Kirsten, its my turn....."

 

[Vagrant]

OK then, might as well make my character somewhat close to home.

Name: Nate.
age: 21
Height 6'3
Weight: 150

He's a College student going through for computer science.

IC: "So this is the place huh? well, I've heard good things, I might as well see what it's like." he said to himself as he approached The Club. He showed his ID at the door and gave the checker a friendly smile as he walked in.

 

[Vagrant]

Nate: OOC

OOC: BTW, I may be new here, but I've been roleplaying online for roughly 6 years. I tend to write short posts because I think it is rude to assume what another character will do, so if you want me to post longer things, I'll try, but I can't say I won't have to assume things every so often.

 

[Eroticus]

Madison would have something to think about before I returned. I went downstairs and saw a few couples in the booths kissing and fondling. It was getting late and the inhibitions were being stripped by alcohol, music and the toxic sexuality all around. One girl was bent over providing her friend some oral stimulation under the table. Another girl sat in her boyfriend's lap trying to look innocent, but the way she moved told me she had something buried inside.

In the back of the dancefloor bodies were pressed together. It was much darker there, almost pitch black, per my instructions. I put on my light sensitive glasses and could make out a few girls sandwiched between two guys, grinding bodies with their clothes on... at least for now. Some couples weren't even making a pretense of dancing. They stood there kissing and groping shamelessly, one or two possibly fucking. It was hard to tell. In a far corner of the dancefloor five guys stood in a circle hiding a blond girl on her knees providing oral pleasure one at a time as they pretended to dance.

Yes, Club Eroticus was coming into full swing as the night pressed on into early morning. I wandered over to my favorite booth where Candi had been introduced to the enjoyment of multiple partners. I could hear voices from inside. Jorja, you little vixen, I should have known. And Candi was still at it. Good for her.

I walked back past the brighter end of the dance floor. My brunette partner was dancing with her girlfriend even closer than we had danced. Their tongues played together as they rubbed bodies and fondled each other gently to the sway of the music. I stepped in and pried them apart, then took one in each arm and began moving to the music. This time the play was less subtle as we swayed, spun, lifted, twirled, pressed, rubbed, and fondled each other to the heavy beat. At one time they sandwiched me, one pressing her ass against my front and the other with her breasts and pussy pressed to my backside. A hand slipped across my hardness as my hands covered her friend's breasts. I pulled away as she started to unzip me, then grabbed their arms and threw them both into a spin.

I looked up and caught Madison's eye. She was staring and rubbing her hand just above her breasts. I waved to her, suggesting she join me.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Jorja

Shooting Greg a look at his sharp-toned words, I turned back to Candace, settling closer next to her until our hips touched.

“Two men in one night…impressive…”

Leaning across the two of them, I took the champagne bottle and a glass, pouring the pale, bubbly liquid until it was brimming over the crystal rim. Taking a sip from it, I offered the glass to her.

“Masculinity can be all and well in its place…but no one can teach the art of sensuality like a woman.”

Smiling at her, I brushed back a stray strand of hair that had fallen over her high forehead, letting my fingers linger on the crest of her cheekbones.

“No matter how cultured, men still have their rough edges…”

I laughed softly at this, winking at Greg.

“…a woman, however, is the essence of grace and can make love like the ocean. Soft, gentle laps on sandy shores or foamy whitecaps breaking onto a cliff face….”

Shifting against the bare skin of her legs, I let the leather of my skirt ride up, the creases I had received from my earlier encounter with Clay deepening as I moved.

“As for the question of who you are…only you know the answer. But I have a feeling I can help. Whisper your desires to me and perhaps by the time you fall into a restful sleep tonight, you’ll have your answer…”

 

[LipstickKitten]

Candace

Jorja's manner and words took me by surprise. But what she was sayiing made sense.

I turned toward her and gazed into her eyes. I saw something I couldn't begin to fathom but immediately trusted her.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"I'm not sure what I want except that I want to learn about how a woman can love, how to please myself as well as another. And...I would love to learn it from you, if you'd teach me."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She awoke again, she couldn't sleep. The music was pumping into her viens waking her up more and more. She got up and moved around the room. His shirt was long enough, and her clothes were ruined. So she got an idea. She buttoned up the shirt, and grabbed one of his black ties. Putting it on, she brushed out her hair, letting it hang down her back. She slipped on her high heels, and walked out of his office. She made her way across the bar and into the employee lounge. Grabbing her purse, she fixed her make up and took her purse with her. She was fired. And free now to do as she pleased. She never did accept her job back. So for tonight she could play. Walking out, she sat at the bar. Wondering where Clay was and Jorja? She needed her last pay check. Though she had cash on her for her drinks. She still wanted to play. She seen MR. E. one the dance floor eyeing some young female. She smiled, tucking her purse behind the bar. She walked over to Mr. E., "Hiya Goodlookin.. Need me I'll be out and about." She tiptoed up and kissed him. Walking back off the dance floor, she spotted someone she knew.
Walking over she tapped him on the shoulder.
"Care to dance stranger?"
She smiled brightly at Nate. Wondering how he found this place?

 

[Vagrant]

Nate

He was absolutely stunned as he looked around. He was out of his league, and he knew it. He was about to leave when he felt a tapping on his shoulder and a woman's voice that was familiar ask him to dance. He turned around and his eyes widened as he saw who asked him. "Nicole? What are you doing here? Hell what am I doing here....Yeah sure I'll dance." He smiled and took her heand, leading her out into the dance floor. Immidiately cursing himself for not suggesting they sit and talk instead, since he hadn't the slightest idea how to dance, beyond the simple slow dance.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Nicole

She smiled brightly, She hadn't seen Nate in a long time, he still looked cute and adorable. But much older, and more sex appeal evident on his handsome face.

She led him out to the dance floor and pulled him close to her.
"It's like a samba rythym. Just move with me.." She straddled one of his thighs and started moving her hips side to side to the beat. Her hands resting on his chest, she reached down and put his on her waist.
"See?"
They moved slowly at first, then he started to get the hang of it. She smiled broader, This was refreshing to say the least.
"Where have you been hiding yourself? And as for me I worked here up until a few hours ago. Long story. Let's not go there." She bumped against his thigh, little did he know she wasnt wearing anything under this large men's shirt.