Developed from a fantasy of Jay’s, from many years ago.

No ticking dates off a calendar but you have been mentally counting down to the weekend. Saturday is going to be good. Saturday is going to be time for yourself. Time to do what you wanted to do. It is booked in and nothing is going to stop you going. Everything is arranged. Just now on Friday night, heading to bed after a couple of drinks with friends, your mind wanders.

Hope this is better than last time. I mean, they tried but still…

Once in bed, you read for a bit, but the drinks let your mind wander to what could happen tomorrow. You get a tingly, butterfly sensation in your stomach. Like you had when you entered swimming galas at school or in the finals of a race. But you decide that sleep right now is a better option. Lying there, you remember the last time, the excitement, what it felt like…And you promptly fall asleep.

* * *

Saturday starts with a rush. Tearing around in the morning to get everything done, but by midday, you find yourself at home, alone, eating some leftovers for lunch. You glance through the papers, happy in having time to yourself. In fact, you smirk, I have all afternoon and this evening to do what I want. The smirk turns to a devilish grin and you check the clock.

You have booked your engagement for 2pm, a time you felt most fitting as it seems to be around then you get the most Horny. Lord knows why, but why not match the two up, had been your thinking. You grab your keys at quarter to, jump in the car and head off to the venue.

Arriving on time, you saunter in and are pleased to see that most of the other eleven women in your booking are there. You recognise one or two, and share a smile, but wander over to the cloakroom to check in your jacket and handbag.

Even though this reception room is large, it appears full. Twelve, young, smart women, yourself included. The conversation is jovial and informal. But it stops abruptly as a tall, Italian looking lady enters from a side door.

“Welcome ladies. Welcome to my house. And please, first things first. You are in the right place for you, for your indulgence. Leave your concerns outside. Give yourself permission to be here. Raise your hand if this is your first time?”

Two women at the back put their hands up. They’re in for some fun, you say to yourself as the tall lady says, “Excellent, you ladies are in for some fun”. Oh snap.

She continues and introduces herself, “I am the Madam of this venue and today is my pleasure to have you here. Of course, you know what we do here, and some of you may have been here many times, but allow me to explain what we have planned for you.”

At this point, a slight tension appears in your Pussy. Already? A good tension. You have been looking forward to this, and for some reason, you feel really in the mood for it today. You return your focus to Madam,

“…so you know we are here for your every need. Well, I say every need, but let us be clear of the rules. One. No communicating with the men. They are not allowed to talk to you. In fact, they won’t be able to see you or touch you. But then that is the point, isn’t it ladies?”

At this, there is a smattering of giggles across the room. Again, you get the sensation between your thighs. A good warm, and my god, I am wet already, fuck. You look around but everyone is focused on Madam, and you get a sense that they are all going through their own personal thrills and rollercoasters of emotions right now. But the one thing they are all doing which you are not, is paying attention to Madam.

“Two. Every ten to fifteen minutes, the men will change. I decide the time, not you. There is no bell or countdown. The men will be informed they have to leave and the next will come in, and carry on.

“Three. They are here for your pleasure not theirs. They cannot touch themselves, so please ladies, allow yourself just to focus on what they are doing for you. This is about you, about men being here for your pleasure. If nothing else, that is what I want you to take away.

“And four. If you come, then you come. The man between your thighs will have to deal with it. They are expected to clean up if necessary. And if you do or you want to stop, just signal to me and we can stop, and you can have a break or step away happily.”

A breathless silence has now fallen over the other women. Clearly excited about what lies ahead. One raises her hand, “Hi. Can I ask? Do we get to choose the men?”

“No.” says Madam, “but you can get to see them getting ready for you, in our next room. And that is where we will head now. Ladies, follow me.”

Madam walks back through the door she came, and enters a second more intimate room, with a bar on one side and a large, red curtain on the other. “Please, have a drink,” she offers.

At the bar, a blonde is looking expectantly, and knowing full well how this goes, you go straight over to her and order a gin and tonic. “One measure of gin. Four measures of tonic. One lime in the drink and one lime squeezed into the drink. Ice.”

“Yes ma’am,” she replies, glad that someone around here knows exactly what she wants and is direct. The gin and tonic is damn good and you are glad you got in early as from experience, you know that events move quickly now.

Chatting to the other ladies, more about other things than what is about to happen next, one of the two new girls asks you what’s behind the curtain.

“The room. But wait,” you say, “you will see.”

A few minutes later, Madam claps her hands and says, “Ladies, I present to you, your…men.”

She pulls a cord at the side of the curtains and they glide open. The view is looking down into an ornate theatre. The window is large and so gives a full view of the activity below. Clearly the glass is hidden on the other side, as none of those in the theatre look up or can see the dozen women looking down across their domain.

Below you, on the theatre floor are around a hundred men. Hard to count, but a great mass of them. Shirtless, ranging in heights and sizes though they have all clearly been working out. They are a fit group. Looking across them, you play a game of trying to see if you recognise any or remember any from last time. Not one. Even better, you say to yourself. Men really are keen to do this for us, aren’t they.

The men are getting arranged into rows, like a troop of soldiers. Twelve rows, one for each of you. In front of the rows is a large slightly raised platform; a stage with a large, high curtain drawn across it. What the men down there can’t see, is what is behind the curtain. Twelve identical booths or boudoirs, for want of a better phrase. Each has a bed, cushions, a small table with drinks, and magazines on. The design is such that half way down the bed is another smaller curtain, perfectly set up, to separate the woman from her line of men.

Now things start to move quickly. Madam asks for your attention and gets you to finish your drinks. She leads you all to the changing room, where in open cubicles, each one of you gets undressed. You put your clothes down and take a moment to watch the other women around you get naked. Like you, many clearly take care of their bodies and are in good shape. Next the blonde from the bar appears and hands out rather luxurious silk dressing gowns. The material feels light and expensive on your bare skin. As you step out of the cubicle, dressed solely in the gown, you notice the other women around you have similar, but subtly different coloured versions. Madam enters the changing room.

She looks around, and starts to commend the group on getting ready without fuss. She ends up locking eyes with you, and finishes with saying, “…and you all look very very good. Dare I say, good enough to eat”. The women laugh, but Madam is still looking at you, with some intensity.

She produces a small hat and announces that the booths are numbered and each woman is to pull a numbered ball out of the hat, which will match her booth. Looking at you, she says, “You first, my dear.”

You step up confidently, and push your hand into the hat, feeling the balls against your skin. You grasp one, pull it out and see you have number six. The other women casually queue up behind you as the lead, and pick their numbers. Once everyone has a number, Madam walks you all down a staircase, which leads to the stage. The back of the stage.

There, she lines each woman up with the door to her allocated booth. You find your own way to door six, and stand expectantly. You can feel your heart racing slightly, knowing what is behind the door. You can sense the wetness between your legs, and as keen as you are to get onto that bed, you are also savouring the moment. Feeling all the sensations, noticing all the small details. The door, the number above it. The warmth of the room, the soft breathing of the others around you.

The woman to your left is one of the first timers, and you smile at her to reassure her as she looks nervous. “Hon, trust me. It is good. Just relax and enjoy it. You deserve it. Hell,” you say with a laugh, “I know I do”.

She giggles and seems to relax a little. Then Madam walks behind the woman in front of door one and whispers something in her ear. She steps forward and enters her booth. Same for number two. Then three. Four. Five. And then she is behind you, “Enjoy your time here. They are all yours,” she whispers breathlessly into your ear.

Her words are intoxicating, you feel a little woozy. The door in front of you opens slightly, and you feel Madam’s hand gently guide you into your boudoir. Giddy with excitement, yes but, very, very turned on.

The door closes behind you, and for the first time since you arrived, you are alone. You take a sip of water from the glass on the table. Then climb onto the bed. God, this bed is comfy. I’d Love to have this mattress at home, you think to yourself, for a moment completely forgetting why you are here.

Getting into position on the bed, you can sense, perhaps hear, someone on the other side of the low curtain across the bed. Oh good, my first man is here. Waiting for me. And with this thought, you slide your body down the bed, allowing the dressing gown to fall open as your legs, hips and Pussy pass under the curtain.

Straight away, you hear a man’s groan of pleasure. Clearly it has been a while for this one, but all you can think about is, yes fine honey, but time for you to get to work.

And your first man does. He is clearly keen and his eagerness is getting the better of his skills. But it is a good one to start with. You can sense the desire to please coming from his efforts. His tongue darts around a lot, missing your key spots at times, but it is still good. A nice one to start with, you think to yourself with a definite sense of satisfaction. Tension that had started to build the moment you had walked in, now increases.

Oh good, you quickly realise, oh god I am going to come today. I just know it. It is a while away for sure but you already know your body is very much in tune with events this afternoon and you will come.

You relax, letting your mind wander and sometimes drift off. It is then you realise for all this man’s keenness, he isn’t hitting the spot consistently enough to hold your attention. In fact, this isn’t going well. And then, he stops.

Bloody hell, is that ten minutes already? A slight panic comes over you as you really want to enjoy this, but that is your first man, gone. There is slightly shuffling the other side of the curtain and number two starts. And he makes the first one look good.

This guy is just awful. No technique, just going everywhere but where you want him to be. You can not wait for this one to go, and realise that you will just have to endure his efforts between your legs rather than enjoy it. Poor man, he will never know how truly bad he is at that. Well, next will be better. Can’t be worse.

At some point, you look over at the table and glance at the magazines lying there. Could I? I mean, not much else is going on. There might be something worth reading in there. And then sweet blessings, his time is up. God, I’ll have a word if the next one is that bad.

In fact the next two are better. Much better. They go slower, each focusing on parts you like. The tension in your back and toes is building again. A clenching sensation. Your body is enjoying this. At times, their tongues rest and gently flick over your clit, exactly how you like it. And you can feel the muscles in your thighs tense up again.

The pleasure is good, it feels like a constant wave across your body. And then after those two in a row, the next man you have, seems to just want to tease you. And nothing else. He barely touches your Pussy with his tongue, though you can feel his breathing on your lips. Every so often there is a movement up and down your Pussy and after what went before, this…drives..you…wild.

You can’t come like this, but it is building up tension so well, you feel like you are getting closer and closer. The tension is not unbearable, but much more of this and you might lose control. Your clit is throbbing now, it feels swollen, but this man is not going near it, just teasing your Pussy.

You can feel that tension now across your back, in your thighs. Goddammit, something better change or this is going to kill me. You can’t help but groan out loud which relieves the tension a little, but seems to just encourage this man to tease you more. Fuck this, just make me fucking come.

Then he stops. You are panting. You didn’t realise, but your knuckles had been gripping the sheets on the bed for the last god knows how long. You can hear him leave, used now to the pattern of noises from the other side of the curtain. The next man comes in and you are just so desperate for him to start, you actually slide slightly further down the bed towards him.

You can hear him breathing now. Deep and long. And then you hear him mutter, “oh…god”. This man sounds hungry, desperate to lick your Pussy. The thought of him there about to start, turns you on so much that you become aware of how wet you are.

“Oh…fuck,” you hear him say quietly to himself and then he begins.

Just his tongue. Is that really just his tongue? He is moving up your thigh first, on the left, like he was ignoring the others who had gone before. Like he was the first. But he isn’t teasing. He was just working his way up your thigh, then across your Pussy, Christ, it is a strong tongue. He pushes it against your lips, and parts them, and then…

Oh fuck me dead. He pushes what feels like his entire tongue (and then some…) into your cunt. And god that feels good. It feels like he is filling your Pussy up. And to top that off, you can feel him flexing his tongue inside you. A muscular tongue, pushing against the walls of your cunt. Completely involuntarily, the muscles in the wall of your Pussy clench, and seek to hold onto this tongue. This seems to have an effect, and he moves his tongue in and out of your cunt. Oh god, he is fucking me with his tongue and his mouth oh god

It is now you realise, yes, you are really going to come. This man had only just started, but after all the others, this is the one who was going to get it. He continues, pushing in and out of you, not faster, just confidently, firmly. And as suddenly as it had first appeared deep in your cunt, he pulls his tongue out.

And pushes the tip of it exactly on the sensitive spot of your clit.

The tension in your body now is across everything. You are desperately trying not to call out or say anything. You want to say to this man, “fuck yes, there, baby there” but the tension is impacting everything. Your lips tighten across your teeth, Your knuckles whiten, as they pull at the sheets.

And he notices. He is pushing, flicking, licking your clit over and over. Each time hitting the spot exactly where you want it. You have lost count how many men there were before this one. All helped in their own way, but this one is going to get it. You are going to come on him. And soon.

As the Orgasm builds, you get the sense of a near out-of-body experience. Your clit is the front of the roller-coaster, going up and down, leading your body. Your clit is connecting with the rest of you, making your legs shake, your back arch and then…

It is like your body is falling off a cliff into just a pile of ecstasy. The sensual release of the Orgasm is immense. You have no control over it and you just let yourself go because it is just too damn good. This is a fucking good Orgasm. Your toes curl and then…all that tension goes.

You slide up and pant. Perhaps growl too. You can’t keep track of all of your senses at this point. You come. You feel the incredible sensation of coming. Nothing else makes you feel like this. Feel so much like a woman. Oh god I have come all over this guy. I am a mess down there. At which point, you can hear him, slowly licking your legs, your thighs, your Pussy gently round the edges. Oh yes, he is licking it all up. Oh yes.

You fall back onto the bed, breathless. After a moment or two, you gently move the man away from your thigh. I am done with you, you say to yourself. You lie there for a moment, panting, but satisfied. Very much so. You give yourself a second and then you raise your hand as a signal to Madam. No more noises on the other side of the curtain. Sorry whoever was next, but none for you today.

Letting your heart rate return to normal, you pull your body up the bed and draw the dressing gown across your body. You look down at your Pussy and you can feel the sensations still across it, but marvel that the last man really had licked it all up.

You wait a little longer, not quite sure you can trust your legs to let you stand. Eventually you get up, and notice with some pride that actually your body feels fine. A break is needed for sure, but you are in control.

Back in the changing room, you are pleased to see a few others already there, and the rest join you as you Shower together. Helping each other wash, soap in hand, washing a number of the women’s backs and bodies. A couple of them then help wash you at the same time. And you enjoy the sensation of these two women, running soap and their hands over you.

You all get changed, chatting away, much more relaxed than before.. Nearly all the women there appeared to have come or come close enough to be happy. You spot the newbie from earlier and she has a big grin across her face, but before you can say something to her, she spots you and says, “So I can see you came too then”.

You laugh, “That obvious?”

“Yes, very.”

Once dressed, the group make their way out and back to the bar for a drink. Madam joins you, and after a few words of thanks and checking that everyone has enjoyed themselves, she asks,

“So ladies. Thank you for being here today and helping out with the men we have here. I have something else. It may not appeal to all of you. But we do have another stage in this theatre. A smaller space, with an enthusiastic audience. All of it, naturally, set up for your pleasure. And so I wondered, if any of you would like to join me there..?”