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Let me tell you about this time I went to a sex club.
First, it was… disappointing?
Look, I’m a good girl! I’m not some horny sex machine that goes out into the night looking for strangers to fuck, alright?
But it’s a sex club!
People should be walking around naked, having sex on the dance floor and taking tequila shots off of each other’s genitals or something.
That’s 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 “No” and my second reaction was “Fuck no”. I mean, have you seen me? I wear the same sort 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 you’d discover 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 am… I wondered I’d 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 I’m wondering what is it that sets this place aside from… you know… a fucking regular club?
“Are you still thinking about Benjamin?” 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?
“No, I was thinking that this place isn’t what I pictured”
“You pictured people fucking everywhere? So did I. Disappointed. So…” she sighs, completely bored, sipping her pink drink “Tell me about Benjamin again”
“God’s sake, Caroline! Must we really?”
“We must, really. You’ve been hot for that man for ages and you just caught him having sex” she giggles like only girl friends in the middle of a gossip can “So… you know” she shakes her shoulders and winks. Why the shoulders? Why the wink? I roll my eyes “Did you see anything good?”
“Alright. One, I am not hot for him.” That’s a lie “Two, he was having sex with someone at the work place! I saw him by accident so I didn’t stand there and watch like a creep” Also a lie “And C, enough with Benjamin. I pretty much ruined his career today, it was very satisfying. Unlike this sex club of yours”
“You didn’t ruin his career. You forced him to make an embarrassing little mistake”
“It was incredibly embarrassing, Caroline. Specially considering he is Mr. Almighty Ego”
“Fine, whatever. You sure you didn’t see anything? Cause I’ve seen Benjamin and he looks like he’s carrying quite the treat”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“That he looks like he has a huge dick”
“You’re disgusting”
“You’re a prude”
This is going to be a long night.
I’m going to skip to the good part, ok?
Cause for about an hour nothing of note happened.
Then…
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 they… didn’t 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 feasible as there was a DJ and all, so it’s 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 gigantic smile on her face like she was about to say “yes, this is why I got dressed up tonight”.
Someone was flirting with her and maybe with me as well, but I didn’t notice because the double door by the back wall were suddenly open.
What is that?
Massive wooden doors all the way in the back. They were closed since we got there and I just assumed they were decorative. But no… they are real doors. And they are now open.
“What’s that back there?” 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 don’t want a man, I don’t 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 can’t 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 door… is the sex club.
The place is darker. The music feels louder. Like it’s 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 I’m 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 that’s what she wants?
And then I realise I’m surrounded by booths. Most of them have the lights turned off, I guess. So you can’t 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 I’m 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 don’t know why but it’s at this moment that I think about him.
I lied to Caroline before, when she asked me about Benjamin.
I told her I didn’t see anything interesting, but I did.
I saw him. Eating her out. I didn’t see his dick, but it honestly doesn’t 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 can’t even go by a perfume store anymore without getting turned on when I smell that.
Caroline is right.
He looks like he has a gigantic 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 isn’t 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.
“Hi” he smiles as I bump into his chest “You look for company, beautiful?”
“No, thank you. I’m quite alright”
Not looking for business.
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 don’t. I keep on keeping on, like I know exactly where I’m going and I’m kinda late to get there.
I think the entrance is back that way and I’m 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 can’t walk by Caroline’s booth!
She is my best friend. If she turns the light on (and I know Caroline… she WILL turn the light on) I will see her being fucked. And even if I don’t see, I’ll hear.
No.
No, no.
I can’t.
My feet freeze, holding me in place.
Guess I’ll stay in here a little while longer mayb…
Ok, wow.
Sorry, what was I saying? I didn’t mean to cut you off, but there are three women in the middle of the hall who decided they’d 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 make… I’ve never seen women make out.
Don’t judge me! I’m not that experienced and I don’t really waste my time on porn, you know? So I’ve never… seen it.
But suddenly I can really find out the appeal.
I’m straight, I guess… 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 it’s 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 other’s mouths so they can distribute their tastes.
I’m straight, right? I think. I’m not that sure anymore.
Cause I’m wet and my thighs are grinding one another like the women on the bench.
Ok, I need to get home and masturbate.
I’ll light some candles, put on some nice music… or I can just take care of company now.
My head is hurting and spinning, but I’m painfully turned on. Painfully, literally. My pussy is burning up as it gets wetter and wetter.
I’m wearing a skirt and there are dark corners everywhere.
I could just discover myself a spot and flick it a little.
God, I haven’t masturbated in over a week and after catching Benjamin earlier, I think I wouldn’t take long to finish.
No one needs to know.
I open a door and the room I discover 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 discover a wall and slam my back against it cause in ten seconds I’m going to 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 a…
Moans.
But not mine.
Other’s, in the dark with me.
Oh, fuck. I’m 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 find out them.
Shadows.
I can notice them only when they move, and move they do… 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 don’t 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 can’t 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 business.
Fuck it. I do.
I know Caroline is far away so whoever is in here isn’t her… 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 I’m 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 doesn’t 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.
“What are you doing out here alone?” his lips are on my ear “You look like you could use some company”
“Please” 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 tomorrow… 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 don’t know his name. I haven’t even seen his face. Yet his hands are on my tits. I’ve 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. He’s not just groping me over my shirt anymore… he’s 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 senses…
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 it’s 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 “shallow”. But… he’s 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, I’d go naked. Cause I’m good girl, but I’m kinda hot. So that usually does it.
But if I can’t use sight to drive a man wild, then I’ll 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 can’t quite close my fingers around him, but I do hold it so good (and so suddenly) it makes him whimper like he’s asking for mercy.
“Fuck” he drools “You are so fucking fine”
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 won’t last. Soon, his cock will be fucking my ass cheeks and (if I don’t stop him) my ass will likely be next.
“Like this” he squeezes my fingers around his cock, making me jerk him off “Yeah, princess”
Princess?
No. That won’t do.
Good Girl Samantha is a princess. But here, in the dark, I’d rather not be her.
I can be anyone.
No one has to know.
“Whore” I ask with my tongue out like a bitch “Call me a whore”
“My mistake” his tongue is on my ear and so are his teeth “Of course you’re not a princess”
“Not tonight” 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.
“You gonna let me fuck you like a whore?” he slaps his cock on my ass, peaking deeper into my ass cheeks, like he is trying to understand my limits.
“Make me scream and you’ll find out”
“Deal” he pushes my cheeks aside and the only reason why he doesn’t fuck my ass is because my panties stop him. I don’t 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.
“Put this on, whore”
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 so… fucking… slow… 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.
“Let’s take this off, shall we?” 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.
“Now, that’s better” 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 nose… his breath… his smile…
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 discover a nice spot that gets him moaning I linger on that fucking spot like I’m 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.
“Fuck” he pants, dragging out the fucking vowel like the word had ten of them “My little whore… you are so fucking hot in here. So fucking wet”
“Yeah? You like that?” I grab his hand like he grabbed his dick and guide it so he can fuck me with it.
“You wanna ride my finger? You do that” he shoves half a finger in my pussy and I wiggle on it, riding it slow and biting my own moans.
“That feels good”
“A finger? Fuck, whore, that’s nothing. You’ll really like the real thing”
“Well, then… give it to me, uh… what do I call you?” I laugh “What do you want me to call you?”
“You can call me whatever you want” he takes the finger off and lifts one of my knees, slamming me against the wall.
Whatever I want?
Well…
I bite his lip.
“Can I call you Benjamin?”
His mouth leaves me for a second as he hesitates. It was a weird request, so I won’t judge him.
“Uh… I guess” he sounds odd, but I give it no mind. Specially because that’s 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 it’s too dark… 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 aside so furiously that I can’t really stop myself.
I’m screaming.
I am the loudest bitch in this dark room and that is saying something.
“You want more?” he whispers, biting my lips and swallowing my screams “Tell me you want more”
Fuck.
“Ben, fuck, yeah. More. Fuck me, Ben. Do it harder. Harderharderharder”
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 it’s not him anymore cause he can only have two hands, right? And I’m 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 at all times 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.
“Fuck, you have a good cock”
“You like it?”
“Yeah, yeah… yeah” I’m so close. I’m there. I’m fucking there. Rub my clit one more time and I’m gone.
I grab his hair.
I picture Ben’s hair. Brown and messy… and that’s 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 Ben’s would.
This man is perfect to help me live out that fantasy so I close my eyes and lose myself in the moment.
“Rub it, Ben, please. Please, please”
“Your pussy, whore? You want me to rub it? Are you that close?”
“Yeah” I moan so hard I’m almost screaming again.
“Fuck, I love how loud you are” he sounds like he is close too “I love it when a woman enjoys it” he sinks his teeth in me “So have at it”
I think I’m begging.
I don’t know what for. But I’m 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 doesn’t feel left out. Wait… that’s 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 cock’s. My pussy’s.
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 weren’t too tired.
If I weren’t too embarrassed.
If I weren’t dying to get the hell out of there as soon as pleasure fades away and I begin realising I really did fuck an absolute stranger in the dark.
What is he’s married?
What is he has an STD?
What is wrong with me that I worry about marriage before worrying about STD.
“Fuck, this was fun” he whispers. My nipple is STILL in this man’s mouth.
I push him away, very gently.
“Yeah, I should go”
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.
“You alright, princess?” I feel his smile on my cheek when he comes in for a quick kiss.
His voice.
Being horny is like being drunk.
You don’t notice things.
Crucial things.
Something is wrong.
Very very wrong.
“Yeah” 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.
“You wanna get a drink? Or get another go?” 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. It’s the way his lips massage mine. Like he wanted to do exactly that to my clit right now, if I’d let him.
And I probably would… if I didn’t take a deep breath.
That’s 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.
“Samantha?” he still has his arm around me.
“No” I press my temples like the movement has the power to turn back time “No no no no no no” I have my fingers in my hair.
He takes his hands off me as if I was set on fire.
“What the fuck…” he looks from me to the dark room and back to me, unable to fully find out or accept that this is real. An problem we both clearly distribute “I didn’t know you came to these… What on Earth… I don’t… how…” he couldn’t finish a single sentence, but he was already doing much better than me, as I could only repeat:
“No!” I decide “No, no, no” I wave around.
It didn’t happen.
It was a mistake.
I take a few steps away from him.
“Sam” he reaches out for my hand “Let’s just talk, I… I think…” he says every word ever so slow, like he is afraid I might explode, and you know what? I might “Let’s go somewhere and talk”
“NO” I laugh in absolute despair.
“Is everything alright over here?” a security guard I never knew was around approaches us.
“No” I whisper, running away towards the exit.
Benjamin let’s me go. Maybe because he noticed I was freaking out too hard, or maybe because the security guard wouldn’t let him follow me. Either way, I can still hear him yelling:
“Samantha! Your panties!”
God, I wanna die.
“Just keep them” I yell back.
Fuck.
I’m going to kill Caroline.

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