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Let me tell you about this time I went to a sex club.
First, it wasā¦ disappointing?
Look, Iām a good girl! Iām not some horny sex machine that goes out into the night looking for strangers to fuck, alright?
But itās a sex club!
People should be walking around naked, having sex on the dance floor and taking tequila shots off of each otherās genitals or something.
Thatās how I pictured it in my head anyway.
Which is why when my best friend Caroline asked me to come with her tonight my first reaction was āNoā and my second reaction was āFuck noā. I mean, have you seen me? I wear the same kind of glasses since I was nineteen, I was never on the receiving end of oral sex and I cried when the toys held hands to die on Toy Story.
I am not the type youād find around a sex club.
Nah-uh. Not me.
But since Caroline invited me, and since I decided to come, and since I got dressed up, and since here I amā¦ I thought Iād see some nudity at least.
But lo and behold for the crowd is dressed.
Very properly dressed.
Talking and drinking as the music plays and Iām wondering what is it that sets this place apart fromā¦ you knowā¦ a fucking regular club?
āAre you still thinking about Benjamin?ā Caroline asks me with a grin.
Do you have a best friend?
Does she hate you?
Cause mine does.
She hates me.
For what other reason would she randomly bring him up?
āNo, I was thinking that this place isnāt what I picturedā
āYou pictured people fucking everywhere? So did I. Disappointed. Soā¦ā she sighs, completely bored, sipping her pink drink āTell me about Benjamin againā
āGodās sake, Caroline! Must we really?ā
āWe must, really. Youāve been hot for that man for ages and you just caught him having sexā she giggles like only girl friends in the middle of a gossip can āSoā¦ you knowā she shakes her shoulders and winks. Why the shoulders? Why the wink? I roll my eyes āDid you see anything good?ā
āAlright. One, I am not hot for him.ā Thatās a lie āTwo, he was having sex with someone at the work place! I saw him by accident so I didnāt stand there and watch like a creepā Also a lie āAnd C, enough with Benjamin. I pretty much ruined his career today, it was very satisfying. Unlike this sex club of yoursā
āYou didnāt ruin his career. You forced him to make an embarrassing little mistakeā
āIt was incredibly embarrassing, Caroline. Specially considering he is Mr. Almighty Egoā
āFine, whatever. You sure you didnāt see anything? Cause Iāve seen Benjamin and he looks like heās carrying quite the treatā
āWhat is that supposed to mean?ā
āThat he looks like he has a huge dickā
āYouāre disgustingā
āYouāre a prudeā
This is gonna be a long night.
Iām gonna skip to the good part, ok?
Cause for about an hour nothing of note happened.
Thenā¦
There was no warning. No one rang a bell or something. And yet the entire atmosphere changed. Like everyone knew what was about to happen.
It started with just one couple.
They were drinking by the bar and kissed. Only theyā¦ didnāt stop.
He kept kissing her harder, grabbing her and feeling her up. Like he wanted more from that kiss than lips alone could give so his hands just traveled down and he pulled her shirt up. She was not wearing a bra.
She was naked.
Tits out and swinging as he grabbed them with hungry hands, never letting go of the kiss.
I think the whole club went silent (only this is not possible as there was a DJ and all, so itās far more likely that I got so shocked and numb that I THINK everything went silent, but oh well). Everyone was staring at them.
It was like a spark.
A trigger.
A little rock that becomes the avalanche.
That couple kissed, he took off her shirt and then the regular club became a sex club.
Clothing became optional.
Caroline had a massive smile on her face like she was about to say āyes, this is why I got dressed up tonightā.
Someone was flirting with her and maybe with me as well, but I didnāt notice because the double door by the back wall were suddenly open.
What is that?
Huge wooden doors all the way in the back. They were closed since we got there and I just assumed they were decorative. But noā¦ they are real doors. And they are now open.
āWhatās that back there?ā I ask to Caroline, but Caroline is no more.
She drifted away into the crowd with some guy who is biting her chin as she takes off his shirt.
I need better friends.
This is not good.
Standing there by myself makes me feel like prey and there are eight different men by the bar who look like they are just dying for me to come get a drink so they can offer to buy it for me.
I donāt want a man, I donāt want a drink.
I just wanted to come here and see what was up. I came, I saw. Time to go, right?
So I walk towards the doors like a lost soul looking for the light. Whatever is on the other side canāt be worst than the hungry strangers on this side.
Only it can.
And it is.
You see on this side of the door, it was just a club and some nudity.
On the other side of the doorā¦ is the sex club.
The place is darker. The music feels louder. Like itās vibrating in my bones, fucking me with rhythm.
The walls are painted black and the whole area is a maze.
Long corridors coming and going, crossing and twirling, taking you to longs rooms with comfortable couches or narrow booths with holes on the walls, and glass walls everywhere.
It takes me forty seconds to realise Iām lost. Physically, yes, but also probably spiritually.
A woman takes two men by the hands and walks them into a booth. She turns the light on inside and I realize the door is made out of dark glass. Once the fragile little light inside is on, you can watch her getting fucked from outside. And I guess thatās what she wants?
And then I realise Iām surrounded by booths. Most of them have the lights turned off, I guess. So you canāt seen the ones inside, but you can hear them.
The music is not louder here, I was wrong. I was oh so very wrong.
I can hear moaning.
More and more.
Like a song.
Like a chant.
A prayer.
The woman who turned on the light has a man in her pussy and the other in her ass. She smiles like a whore and licks her own fingers while a small crowd starts to gather outside her door to watch.
I hurry to get out of there, but Iām not sure there is anywhere to escape to.
A narrow booth by the corner seems to be occupied. There is no glass door this time, but there are plenty of holes in the walls, the bystanders are shoving their hands in to touch the poeple fucking inside.
There is a room with far too many people on top of a bed.
There is a cage with a woman dressed in purple tying people spread eagle.
There are screams and whispers and moans.
I take a deep breath and the smell hits me.
Smells of sex.
Smells of lube and pre cum and sweat.
Sounds of slaps and spanks and skin hitting skin.
The dim light is only enough to let you see the people who wish to show themselves off.
There are tiny lightbulbs on the floor to help you know where you are going. I trip around in the dark feeling the sex surround me until it starts creeping in.
And I donāt know why but itās at this moment that I think about him.
I lied to Caroline before, when she asked me about Benjamin.
I told her I didnāt see anything interesting, but I did.
I saw him. Eating her out. I didnāt see his dick, but it honestly doesnāt matter, because I saw him move. His head bobbing as he ate her. It must have felt wonderful. I close my eyes with my back against one of the black walls.
Benjamin also smells of sex. And testosterone. And that fucking Allure. That delicious perfume he wears. God, I canāt even go by a perfume store anymore without getting turned on when I smell that.
Caroline is right.
He looks like he has a huge dick and from what I briefly saw, he looks like he knows how to use it.
Matters not. He is the worst coworker anyone could have. Arrogant, entitled and unethical. And the only weapon I have against him is that I am the only woman at work who isnāt falling for his charms.
But he does look fine.
The wall shakes behind me and I realise someone is getting very well fucked right behind it. I jump up and almost hit a very nice looking gentleman.
āHiā he smiles as I bump into his chest āYou look for company, beautiful?ā
āNo, thank you. Iām quite alrightā
Not looking for company.
No.
Not me.
Just looking for the exit, please, if someone could help me out.
I have no idea where I am or how I got here, but if I stop for too long people try to approach me, so I donāt. I keep on keeping on, like I know exactly where Iām going and Iām kinda late to get there.
I think the entrance is back that way and Iām probably right cause I see my beloved Caroline coming in the opposite direction. Only she is not alone. Shirtless guy from before is with her and they have a very telling smile before grabbing and pushing each other into one of the booths by the entrance.
Fuck me, right?
I canāt walk by Carolineās booth!
She is my best friend. If she turns the light on (and I know Carolineā¦ she WILL turn the light on) I will see her being fucked. And even if I donāt see, Iāll hear.
No.
No, no.
I canāt.
My feet freeze, holding me in place.
Guess Iāll stay in here a little while longer maybā¦
Ok, wow.
Sorry, what was I saying? I didnāt mean to cut you off, but there are three women in the middle of the hall who decided theyād skip the booths altogether. They found a tiny bench in the middle of the corridor and they are making out.
I hold myself.
I have a confession to makeā¦ Iāve never seen women make out.
Donāt judge me! Iām not that experienced and I donāt really waste my time on porn, you know? So Iāve neverā¦ seen it.
But suddenly I can really understand the appeal.
Iām straight, I guessā¦ but those three women look like they are having fun. They take turns sitting on the bench, while the other two kneel to eat pussy. They eat each other out like itās a final exam before graduation.
The brunette is sitting on the bench right now and the other two are attacking her clit with their tongues so aggressively that she laid back and is starting to fall off the other side of the bench. Not that any of them care. The two women on her pussy turn the licking into kissing each other and back to licking. They finger themselves. They finger each other. They exchange fingers into each otherās mouths so they can share their tastes.
Iām straight, right? I think. Iām not that sure anymore.
Cause Iām wet and my thighs are grinding one another like the women on the bench.
Ok, I need to get home and masturbate.
Iāll light some candles, put on some nice musicā¦ or I can just take care of business now.
My head is hurting and spinning, but Iām painfully turned on. Painfully, literally. My pussy is burning up as it gets wetter and wetter.
Iām wearing a skirt and there are dark corners everywhere.
I could just find myself a spot and flick it a little.
God, I havenāt masturbated in over a week and after catching Benjamin earlier, I think I wouldnāt take long to finish.
No one needs to know.
I open a door and the room I find is quite bigger than all the other booths in the maze.
Bigger and darker.
Darker than the bar outside.
Darker than the dim light in the maze.
Darker than the fragile bulbs in the booths.
Darker.
So dark, I can barely see.
I find a wall and slam my back against it cause in ten seconds Iām gonna need help to keep myself standing. I slide my hand down my body. Down and down. All the way between my legs. This will be quick. No one needs to know. Not even Caroline. I open my lips and my irregular breathing escapes like aā¦
Moans.
But not mine.
Otherās, in the dark with me.
Oh, fuck. Iām not alone.
My eyes are getting a little more used to the dark and I can see shadows dancing around me. I blink, trying to understand them.
Shadows.
I can notice them only when they move, and move they doā¦ Smooth movements, pressing theirs bodies together, making each other growl and moan. An orgy of shadows. Faceless beasts, a colective of hands and intentions tripping in the dark, owning everything but themselves.
Cunt.
Yeah, fuck me good, baby.
Yes.
Right there.
Harder, harder, please, oh God.
It was like a song.
All around me.
Whispers of pleasure blending together like a harmony.
I donāt take off my panties, but I touch myself all the same. Lightly brushing my clit with one single fingertip while I listen to that fucking Song of Sex.
I canāt see anything. But hearing is more than enough.
I take a step away from the wall, being drawn to that erotic music like a magnet, when I notice someone coming in through the same door I did.
One more to our community orgy of shadows.
Can I admit something else? I want company.
Fuck it. I do.
I know Caroline is far away so whoever is in here isnāt herā¦ every other stranger is fair game.
I let myself moan, but not like I normally would. Not like good girl Samantha who takes pride in her modesty. Oh, no. I moan like Bitch Samantha. Like the little whore that lives in me that is only allowed out to play when Iām alone in the bath with my fingers on my wet pussy.
A moan to let the New Person who just walked in realise I am there.
A moan to make him hesitate.
He hugs me from behind, wrapping his arm around my waist and grinding his cock on my ass so fucking hard it makes me gasp.
It doesnāt feel like being flirted with. Or like having sex with the guy who picked you up at a bar.
This guy feels like I paid him money to make me cum until I scream. Extra tip if he makes me forget how to walk.
I caress his arms with my nails, scratching his skin from elbow to wrist, pulling him closer as I push my ass back so he can enjoy it.
āWhat are you doing out here alone?ā his lips are on my ear āYou look like you could use some companyā
āPleaseā not that he can see, but I am licking my lips.
Being horny is like getting drunk.
You lose control of your mind, you let something else take over your body and it feels fucking great. Maybe not tomorrowā¦ but tonight? Yeah, feels amazing.
The bites on my ear quickly become kisses on my neck. He is warming us up. He just got here but I was exactly what he came in looking for, and he grabs my tits to let me know that.
You ever had an absolute stranger groping you?
I donāt know his name. I havenāt even seen his face. Yet his hands are on my tits. Iāve had boyfriends who never touched me like this, and this man has his saliva on my neck and his bite marks on my shoulder.
His hands go to my cleavage, slowly teasing the top of my breasts, before sinking in between bra and skin. Heās not just groping me over my shirt anymoreā¦ heās got my fucking nipples on his fingers. He rolls them, pinching them, like he would an olive he is about to eat, making them hard and round.
And the darkness keeps enhancing all our other sensesā¦
Touch, as his fingers try every part of me.
Taste, feeling my sweat with his tongue.
Smell, losing my breath as the air gets heavy with the smell of sex and a hint of something else.
Hearing, shadows moaning around us, agonising with pleasure in the dark.
He takes me and tries me and licks me, but everything is so fucking shallow itās driving me insane.
Just the tip of his fingers.
Just the tip of his tongue.
Just the warmth of his breath.
Just the beginning of his intentions.
And I want more.
I want a full dick in so fucking deep it will make me forget the meaning of the word āshallowā. Butā¦ heās not cooperating. Grabbing my tits was the last heavy thing he did to me, and it feels like that was forever ago. I want him to grope me hard again. So I have to make him.
Usually, Iād go naked. Cause Iām good girl, but Iām kinda hot. So that usually does it.
But if I canāt use sight to drive a man wild, then Iāll go for Door Number 2.
His cock is hard on my ass and I grab it whole. He is thick and still inside his pants so I canāt quite close my fingers around him, but I do hold it so good (and so suddenly) it makes him whimper like heās asking for mercy.
āFuckā he drools āYou are so fucking fineā
He takes his cock out so I can stroke it, but he is so close that the tip keeps rubbing on my ass, barely poking between the cheeks as he can still fight the urge to hump me. It wonāt last. Soon, his cock will be fucking my ass cheeks and (if I donāt stop him) my ass will likely be next.
āLike thisā he squeezes my fingers around his cock, making me jerk him off āYeah, princessā
Princess?
No. That wonāt do.
Good Girl Samantha is a princess. But here, in the dark, Iād rather not be her.
I can be anyone.
No one has to know.
āWhoreā I ask with my tongue out like a bitch āCall me a whoreā
āMy mistakeā his tongue is on my ear and so are his teeth āOf course youāre not a princessā
āNot tonightā I pant.
Grabbing his dick really did the work. His hands are stronger now. Pulling me and pushing me with every intent to get me wet and screaming.
āYou gonna let me fuck you like a whore?ā he slaps his cock on my ass, peaking deeper into my ass cheeks, like he is trying to figure out my limits.
āMake me scream and youāll find outā
āDealā he pushes my cheeks apart and the only reason why he doesnāt fuck my ass is because my panties stop him. I donāt think I have ever been this close to being fucked with my clothes on.
He turns me in his arms so we can face each other and grabs a condom out of his pocket.
āPut this on, whoreā
He is right there.
I lick his chin and his mouth. He moans like he finds me fucking tasty, biting the dark, looking for my lips so he can lick me back.
I pull his cock like a lever, bringing him to where I want him so I can put the condom on. I hold it right over his tip, pinchind it in place and then I roll it down soā¦ fuckingā¦ slowā¦ his moan becomes a growl deep in his throat. That harsh sound of a man who can no longer stop himself.
His hand finds my panties. His fingers twirl in the dark lace, rolling it around until it moves away from my pussy, feeling my pubes in his fingertips.
āLetās take this off, shall we?ā his whisper is heavy with lust. I can feel it oozing out of every word.
Have you ever felt a man wanting you by just one question?
I push my ass up and he lifts my skirt, dragging my panties down my legs. They slide down, smooth and slow, the lace caressing my skin like a hand. I raise my feet one at a time so he can fully take them off.
āNow, thatās betterā he is back with his arms wrapped around me, his condom-covered cock pressed against my naked pussy. He leans in for a kiss and I can feel his noseā¦ his breathā¦ his smileā¦
He tastes of sex with a hint of vodka. I grab his shoulders pulling him closer, rubbing my tits on his chest as he gropes my ass, sucking my tongue.
I keep kissing him. Down his chin. Down his neck. And when I find a nice spot that gets him moaning I linger on that fucking spot like Iām ready to move there and sign a lease.
His fingers are in my hair.
My tongue is on his skin.
He grabs his dick, guiding his shaft to fuck me with it, but somehow his fingers touches my wet pussy and that distracts him.
āFuckā he pants, dragging out the fucking vowel like the word had ten of them āMy little whoreā¦ you are so fucking hot in here. So fucking wetā
āYeah? You like that?ā I grab his hand like he grabbed his dick and guide it so he can fuck me with it.
āYou wanna ride my finger? You do thatā he shoves half a finger in my pussy and I wiggle on it, riding it slow and biting my own moans.
āThat feels goodā
āA finger? Fuck, whore, thatās nothing. Youāll really like the real thingā
āWell, thenā¦ give it to me, uhā¦ what do I call you?ā I laugh āWhat do you want me to call you?ā
āYou can call me whatever you wantā he takes the finger off and lifts one of my knees, slamming me against the wall.
Whatever I want?
Wellā¦
I bite his lip.
āCan I call you Benjamin?ā
His mouth leaves me for a second as he hesitates. It was a weird request, so I wonāt judge him.
āUhā¦ I guessā he sounds odd, but I give it no mind. Specially because thatās the last thing I hear before he rams into my pussy with his cock, all the way to his balls.
Fuck.
Yes.
He has a way to sway his hips like he is very pleased with the way he is pleasing me, like he is doing that not for himself but just to watch me agonize. And to think I wanted to go home and do this myself.
He is holding me. Pinning me against the wall. Can you see me? Probably not, cause itās too darkā¦ but my tits flailing about, one of them jumped out of bra and shirt after he took his hands out. I have no panties. My skirt is above my waist. There is a large and strong stranger humping me and shoving his fingers in my mouth for me to lick them.
And I do. Right before he slides them down, placing his hand between us to rub my clit while he fucks me.
Listen, there is a special place in Heaven for men who rub your clit while fucking your pussy. A comfortable velvet chair on the right side of God with as many grapes as he can eat as as much wet pussy as he can take.
I bite my moans but the pleasure is ripping me apart so furiously that I canāt really stop myself.
Iām screaming.
I am the loudest bitch in this dark room and that is saying something.
āYou want more?ā he whispers, biting my lips and swallowing my screams āTell me you want moreā
Fuck.
āBen, fuck, yeah. More. Fuck me, Ben. Do it harder. Harderharderharderā
He is ok with that request.
He is thrusting his cock with such strength that I feel the wall behind me shaking and fear we might end up falling through.
Someone bumps into us and I feel hands on my ass. I know itās not him anymore cause he can only have two hands, right? And Iām pretty sure one of them is on my knee and the other on my pussy. So who the fuck is feeling my ass?
Ben, however, has a magical way of moving his fucking hips so that his cock is always brushing a delicious fucking spot inside me. He knows how to reach that G spot so well that he can tease it as many times as he wants.
I wiggle trying to force him to reach it already, but he has a powerful hand on my knee, keeping me under control just enough for me to fail.
āFuck, you have a good cockā
āYou like it?ā
āYeah, yeahā¦ yeahā Iām so close. Iām there. Iām fucking there. Rub my clit one more time and Iām gone.
I grab his hair.
I picture Benās hair. Brown and messyā¦ and thatās exactly what he feels like.
I run my nails on his cheek, pulling his face for a kiss so I can feel his well groomed bear scratching my lips. Just like Benās would.
This man is perfect to help me live out that fantasy so I close my eyes and lose myself in the moment.
āRub it, Ben, please. Please, pleaseā
āYour pussy, whore? You want me to rub it? Are you that close?ā
āYeahā I moan so hard Iām almost screaming again.
āFuck, I love how loud you areā he sounds like he is close too āI love it when a woman enjoys itā he sinks his teeth in me āSo have at itā
I think Iām begging.
I donāt know what for. But Iām definitely begging.
He fucks me good, he rubs my clit harder.
There.
There, there, there.
So close.
I push my back against the wall so hard my whole back arches, pushing my tits to his face. And he takes them gladly, sucking on the naked one but still gripping the dressed one so it doesnāt feel left out. Waitā¦ thatās too many hands again.
Someone else is grabbing my tit.
I feel long nails sinking so deep they cut me.
A woman.
Fuck.
I am moaning so bad my jaw is shaking, my lower lip trembles like it was the one being fucked instead of my pussy. My feet are twitching, all my muscles tense up as my clit demands all the attention to itself.
Almost. Almost. Almost.
I am clenching my teeth but a scream comes out all the same as I come all over his cock and balls.
I am sure there are plenty sounds around us, but I hear nothing expect the sound of skin on skin. His cockās. My pussyās.
The delicious sound of wetness being relentlessly poked and air escaping that sweet narrow space to make room for something better.
I can feel his heart racing when he finishes inside me. Moaning and biting on my tit, covering it with his spit.
He still has his mouth around my nipple while he gets his breathing back under control. The warm breath hitting my sensitive skin and making almost wish for a round 2.
If I werenāt too tired.
If I werenāt too embarrassed.
If I werenāt dying to get the hell out of there as soon as pleasure fades away and I start realising I really did fuck an absolute stranger in the dark.
What is heās married?
What is he has an STD?
What is wrong with me that I worry about marriage before worrying about STD.
āFuck, this was funā he whispers. My nipple is STILL in this manās mouth.
I push him away, very gently.
āYeah, I should goā
He lets go of my knee and helps me stand. I put my tit back in my shirt and my skirt back in place while he takes half a step back, probably removing the condom.
āYou alright, princess?ā I feel his smile on my cheek when he comes in for a quick kiss.
His voice.
Being horny is like being drunk.
You donāt notice things.
Important things.
Something is wrong.
Very very wrong.
āYeahā I move for the exit, back into the hallway and the maze of sex booths. He follows me, his hand on my waist, talking about finding a trash can and about how he needs to give m something back.
His voice.
His voice, his voice, his voice.
I just crossed the door back into the dim lit corridors when he pulls me in for another kiss.
āYou wanna get a drink? Or get another go?ā he kisses the corner of my lip. Sweet and sexy, turning the tiny peck into a kiss.
A strange kiss that is, at the same time, modest and naughty. There are only lips touching. There are no tongues involved in that kiss, but there is no innocence either. Itās the way his lips massage mine. Like he wanted to do exactly that to my clit right now, if Iād let him.
And I probably wouldā¦ if I didnāt take a deep breath.
Thatās when I feel it.
Allure.
The perfume.
The damn fucking perfume.
He is the same height. The same body type. The same hair. The same beard. The same voice.
The same smell.
Fuck.
I know who he is before I open my eyes. It hurts me so deep I almost wanna run with them still closed. But I break the kiss, pushing his chest away from me so I can look at his face and realise I truly am in a Hell of my own making.
Benjamin face goes pale with absolute horror.
āSamantha?ā he still has his arm around me.
āNoā I press my temples like the movement has the power to turn back time āNo no no no no noā I have my fingers in my hair.
He takes his hands off me as if I was set on fire.
āWhat the fuckā¦ā he looks from me to the dark room and back to me, unable to fully understand or accept that this is real. An issue we both clearly share āI didnāt know you came to theseā¦ What on Earthā¦ I donātā¦ howā¦ā he couldnāt finish a single sentence, but he was already doing much better than me, as I could only repeat:
āNo!ā I decide āNo, no, noā I wave around.
It didnāt happen.
It was a mistake.
I take a few steps away from him.
āSamā he reaches out for my hand āLetās just talk, Iā¦ I thinkā¦ā he says every word ever so slow, like he is afraid I might explode, and you know what? I might āLetās go somewhere and talkā
āNOā I laugh in absolute despair.
āIs everything alright over here?ā a security guard I never knew was around approaches us.
āNoā I whisper, running away towards the exit.
Benjamin letās me go. Maybe because he noticed I was freaking out too hard, or maybe because the security guard wouldnāt let him follow me. Either way, I can still hear him yelling:
āSamantha! Your panties!ā
God, I wanna die.
āJust keep themā I yell back.
Fuck.
Iām gonna kill Caroline.
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