I was still seething about the close call when you came over to my house that night, although I have to admit that when I look back on it, my cock stirs and twitches against my will. The sex had been fucking hot. And my wife walking in with the kids just as you crawled out the window…FUCK. What a rush.But yeah, I was angry. AM angry. You could have fucked up my marriage, my job – after all, you don’t think my wife would’ve told the company that I was nailing the fucking intern, for god’s sake? – my life right then and there…And so I cooked up a plan. You wanted risk and danger? Fine. The episode at the strip club had showed me that what got ME bothered was owning you in public, so it was going to happen again. And I found just the thing…
The dark web has its advantages. In amongst the drugs, the guns, the inexcusable illegal shit, there was also the freaky side. We have burner phones for the affair, but I have a burner laptop for my wild side. It makes a ton of sense when you think about it. A whole computer dedicated to my depraved and nasty fantasies. It’s where I watch my porn, where I put the pics and vids of us, where I do my google searches for toys to use on you, and now, where I search the dark web for a place to meet my needs. I keep it well hidden; it’ll only be found after I’m dead, and at that point…who cares?
“NEW YORK’S MOST EXCLUSIVE SEX AND BONDAGE CLUB” read the banner on the dark web site. “Want to meet likeminded couples for sex? Explore polyamorous relationships? Make a porno of your own? Have an exhibitionist streak? Apply for membership to this exclusive club and you can indulge in all of your wildest fantasies. High-income individuals only need apply. Verification and backgrounds will be checked. Annual membership $25,000 per person.”I didn’t even think twice. I’m a C-suite-level executive, although not the CEO, so the money wasn’t an issue. And way less risky than our public strip club experience, since who else could afford this? This would be the perfect place to show you – and a bunch of other strangers – who was the sexual boss of you.
I arranged to have some “important” meetings in New York, booked us first-class tickets and a suite at the Central Park Ritz, and bought you some special outfits – both over and under – to wear.
I ignored you at work that week. It made you crazy. You dressed in tighter and tighter outfits in an attempt to get my attention. You ached for me to close a conference room or office door and take you right there on the desk. Once day, you wore a midi skirt and no panties hoping to find and opportunity to hike it up over your hips, knowing it would make me uncontrollable…but the opportunity never came. The text that said “Be home at 6pm on Friday” and nothing else made your pussy flood at the anticipation. But after you’d blown off invitations from your friends to go out (so you could get fucked by your older lover), you were perplexed when the man who showed up at your door was a chauffeur.“Miss Jenny?” He asked. “Yes,” you replied. “Please come with me, miss. You don’t need to bring anything.” And so you did.
When you arrived at the airport, I was there to meet you. “Don’t worry, Jenny, I’ve got a bag packed for you with some things I think you’ll like.” I escorted you to the First Class Lounge. Champagne, delicacies. By the time we took our seats on the plane you were feeling warm, and more than a little horny. The flight to New York, sadly, was uneventful. You wanted to suck my cock in the bathroom, but the flight attendants were too vigilant, so we had to settle for masturbating each other under our blankets, although I insisted we not cum…by the time we landed, my balls were blue and ready to explode. Another luxury car to our hotel, and we slept like the dead. In the morning, more pampering. I showed you the La Perla lingerie I had brought for you and the classic little black dress. I sent you to the Spa for the day while I handled my meetings, although in truth all that either of us thought about was the filthy, depraved exploration of our bodies that always happened when we were left alone and to our own devices.But still you had no idea of what was to come.
We dressed for dinner. You looked amazing in your 4-inch Louboutin heels, sheer stockings held by your garter belt under that dress, silk panties and bra, subtle choker and delicate earrings. Me in my tailored suit. Over a light and amazing meal and a bottle of Gevrey-Chambertin, we flirted as if we were back to when we first met; you as the naive but sharp-as-a-whip intern and me as the older mentor whose attraction was electric, lustful, dirty, and undeniable. Unstoppable. You wanted to go straight back to the hotel and devour each other. But I demurred.“I think you’ll like our evening,” is all I said.When you look back, desperate to grasp the details of one of the seminal sexual moments of your life, all you remember is the big oak door. A panel sliding open and my whispered words to a burly moron who lets us in. The entry into a dark corridor. Hushed noises. Dim lights. And an emergence into a large, mahogany-paneled room. An Art Deco bar. People now, all of them beautiful. Silver foxes, international supermodels, young men of impossible handsomeness, cougars with trophy husbands. What is this place?
All eyes seem to be on you. But why? You quickly understand as I turn to you and hand you a martini. “Drink this,” I whisper, “and lose the dress.”A jolt of excitement runs through you as you realize. This is the sex club we have long talked about. I had said they existed in Europe, but you had not realized that America, too, has its places where the perverse and the depraved can indulge, for a price. Your pussy flushed hot as you took a long draw from your drink and, with just a quick flick of your fingers in just the right places, your pricey black dress fell to the floor.
Gasps. A visceral change in the room’s atmosphere as the hottest slut there decided the time was now. Finding your voice:“May I suck your cock now, sir?” You say, with an eyebrow arched and a pleasant buzz in your head. I smile and put down my own drink, unbuckling my belt and trousers and releasing my cock from its confines, bouncing it out, burly and thick and with a pearl of precut just at the tip. “You may, Jenny,” I say with a smile. A crowd of beautiful people has gathered at the bar with us. You hear a woman near your ear: “Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” and you turn to her with an arch grin and growl, “you just wait and see…”
And with that you are on your knees, in one smooth motion enveloping my cock balls deep down your throat. It’s a talent, you see, that you and few others have. You jam up and down on it, squelching drool and glucking noises as you go to town on it for just a few strokes. Enough to make the posh women of the group involuntarily run their hands down to their pussies and to make the men’s cocks strain against their expensive suit pants.
And then you are looking up at me. My cock slipping out of your mouth with an audible *pop* as you lean in to suckle my balls as you look directly up at me and relish in my eyes closed and moaning. Then slapping my cock on your face, strings of spit and precut clinging to your cheeks as our witnesses gasp and mewl and whisper how hot the scene is.
I can’t tell you, Jenny, how utterly hot you look: expensive lingerie and perfect make-up juxtaposed with my spit-slick and rigid shaft going in and out of your throat. I groan and wrap your hair tight around my hand and pull you down deeper, listening to you choke and gag. Playing to our audience, I pull you off and pull you close to my face and hiss at you – loud enough so our audience can hear – “What are you, Jenny?” And the women’s eyes grow wide and all eyes are on you as you growl back at me: “I’m your cumhungry little fuckslut, John.” And I swear at least one woman spasms and cums just at hearing the words. And I pull you in close to me and kiss you deep, then pull back and look right in your eyes and I spit in your face, and grunt: “suck it some more, you cumwhore.”And so it goes, as you slobber on my nasty cock and rub your pussy until you are dazed and delirious.
I pull you up so you are standing. I grip you by the throat, a little harder than I have before. I turn your face to the assembled crowd. “Who wants to see this little slut get fucked hard?” Murmurs of approval. I pull out a dildo. You’ve seen it. We made it together, it’s a plaster cast of my cock. “Who wants to see Jenny get double-fucked…my cock in her pussy and ass at the same time?” Sharp intakes of breath. A woman in the back mutters: “ohhhfuckkk.”A man’s voice makes my heart stop for just a moment. “Why not give her two REAL cocks,” I hear.I am momentarily taken aback. The voice belongs to Peter. Colleague at my firm. My mind is in overdrive. What is he doing here? He knows who I am; he knows who you are. He could ruin me, and he knows it. I know it. Just as I think this, I realize one other very important thing. I’ve felt your body spasm in my hands, and I realize this: you WANT this. You are turned on beyond repair. You have become a true cumslut who wants to be used in the worst ways.I am torn, yet also aroused. It all happens so fast. Before I know it, I have nodded to my colleague and I am watching you – my Jenny – sucking HIS cock while you look right at me. His hard shaft disappearing down your throat as you get him ready. Your hand still attached to my own rock-hard cock as if connected to me. And I know I want nothing more than to give you the sexual experience you crave.Before long, the whole bar is watching you, Jenny, the wanton whore getting spit-roasted; me fucking your face while my colleague rails your tight young pussy. You’d considered him before, at the firm, but we’d made the first move. Now you were deliriously getting cocks from both of us at both ends. As the sounds and the smells got the spectators to strip off and start their own fun, it wasn’t long before there were two cock, one in each of your hands, and of course I buried the dildo I’d brought deep inside your puckered little asshole.
You had truly become the 3-input fucktoy we’d always talked about.Before long it built up in you. Cocks in all holes and two in your hands, you began speaking in tongues. “Fuckyeahfuckmyhotlittlehoes…*gasp* I’manastylittlefucktoy makemeyourslutbaby coveryourslut”Well, there’s only so much guys can take. But it was when your orgasm took hold…when you started to twitch and writhe like a bitch in heat, that’s what ailed them all even as you were submitting to the most intense orgasms of your life.
FFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKYYYYYEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!! Your body rocked and twisted. You looked up at us, eyes glazed and through clenched teeth you yelled: “CUM ON ME YOU FUCKING PERVERTS!”
And so we did. Rope after rope. 5 cocks spraying you with everything in our heavy balls. And you screaming throughout.And me? I couldn’t be prouder of my 5-cock slut. Bringing you to the sex club was the best decision I ever made.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jxp6gc/i_did_it_for_her