My last post made 100 upvote, so I feel inspired to share another story!
This story is from when I was 22 or 23 years old and fresh out of college. I’m lucky to still be alive because my curious nature should have killed the kitten years ago. This is the story of an old high school friend and I visiting the Green Door for the first time. Everything is true, except for the parts that aren’t.
Emily is tall at 5’9” and a former volleyball player in high school. With long blonde hair and thick thighs, she was traditionally pretty and turned heads everywhere that she went (think long haired and thicker Cameron Diaz). So, when she texted me and said that she would be back in Vegas in a few weeks, I was eager to meet to catch up. We texted off and on and coordinated logistics. She was only in town for a few days to visit family and then it was back off to Colorado.
We met a bar in the downtown area, honestly it was too hip & trendy for me. But, it was a good middle point to meet. With music being too loud, we practically had to shout at each other to catch up about what’s been happening. We talked about mutual friends from high school, who’s married, who has kids, etc. Because of how loud it was, we had to be extra close to each other and at one point Emily said that my cologne smelled really good.
With that boost of confidence, I thanked her, and my wheels started to spin that she may be interested in more than catching up. We ordered another round and which was likely a red bull vodka because it was popular at the time. A little more catching up and a drink later, Emily asks me if I’ve ever heard of the Green Door. Admittedly, I hadn’t.
As a curious person, I ask what the Green Door is. She explains that it’s a sex club in Las Vegas and supposedly it’s not too far from where we’re having a drink. She’d been exploring her sexual side and was a Green Door visit away from checking off a taboo bucket list item. Intrigued, I said I’d be down to check it out with her. Especially since she felt uncomfortable going to a place like that alone.
Still sober enough to drive, I offer to drive us over to the location we found on Google Maps. We arrive at what I’d consider a sketchy area but sure enough in big ass letters reads “The World Famous Green Door”. You’d think I would have heard of something world famous. We walk up to the door not knowing what to expect and the place doesn’t open until 8pm. We are there at 7:45 which means we had 15 minutes to kill. We walk a few storefronts down to a place called the Badlands, which turns out to be a gay bar.
I’d never been to a gay bar before, so this was turning into quite the night of firsts. Unsure of what to expect, we sit down and order a drink. Before long we’ve made friends with a few couples and if we stick around there is going to be a drag show later. Not wanting to be the very first people in the club next door, we decide to have a few more drinks.
A healthy buzz later, we are walking back to the Green Door and pay an admission fee to go inside. It’s hard to describe the Green Door – it’s more of a “you have to see it for yourself”. It seems trapped in time, gaudy and dimly lit. The shadows feel like they’re looking at you and I could see why Emily would not want to go alone. For better or worse, a hint of disinfectant lingers in the air. Side note, there has to be a huge market for a place like this done in the right way.
We start our self-guided tour and walk through a ‘couples only’ area to be met by a man and woman in their 30s fucking on a platform that’s backed by mirrors. They acknowledge us and we wave hello which seems uncomfortably informal given that we are strangers invited to their sharing experience. In the center of the room is a stripper pole and platform. There are a few other couples sitting on couches and watching the couple fuck. The vibe is ramping up and I’m starting to feel giddy. In a weird way it feels like a kid going to a zoo for the first time. Seeing wildlife up close and personal and peering in like I’m standing outside an enclosure.
We decide to keep moving on. We climb a flight of stairs to a more open room with more stripper poles, more gaudy fabrics and prints and a long bar along the wall. 3-4 men in this room notice us enter, and I can quickly tell that Emily is the object of attention. She and I are holding hands and I feel her hand squeeze a little tighter. I bring her closer to me and we start to head down a hallway.
We pass by a “restroom”. I use quotes because it was a restroom but missing things like doors and other privacy related things you’d expect in a public restroom. Next, on the left, is what I’d call a viewing room. It had a centered stage/bed and surrounding windows. Being a bit of an exhibitionist, this room excites me. It’s clear that it’s geared toward a voyeur kink where onlookers can peer through the windows and see excitement on the other side. Also, the windows were one way. With the inner side being a mirrored reflection.
The final room we checked out on this second floor was called ‘the dungeon’. There were sexual devices that were geared towards bondage. A lot to take in for a first timer. We goofed around and played in the mostly empty room with the tools. A group of 2-3 men were lurking/following around, curious if we were going to play more provocatively. Altogether, I’m assuming it was early in the night because there weren’t many people there and the only action was happening in the couples only area.
Emily and I agree we should go back to the couple’s area and stick around there for a bit. We enter the area and find an empty couch. The man and woman fucking on the platform were still fucking but the woman had rolled to her stomach, and I could see that her ass was red from where he was smacking it. He smacked her again. Hard. She let out a yelp and breathed in tightly between her teeth. I looked at Emily and her face is flush. I think that she likes what she is seeing.
We look at the other couples in the room. One of the men had taken his cock out and the woman with him was rubbing it. The man’s member was massive, and I pointed it out to Emily. She looked over and I could see the man give her the nod acknowledging her, as if to say she could play too if she was interested. Another loud smack and we are looking back at the couple on the platform. She’s going to be bruised tomorrow and probably won’t be able to sit down for a week. But, she does seem to be enjoying it. Pushing herself back into him at a steady and slow rhythm.
I’d known Emily for a while and after a few drinks, I know she’s more open to adventures. I ask her if she wants to dance on the stripper pole. She looks up at me and says sure. Standing up, she moves to the pole and starts to dance to the music. Her confidence projects sexuality despite her lack of pole dancing abilities. She’s spinning around, casually looking at the man’s massive member and the couple fucking on the platform.
Then, she walks over to me. Looks at me and says hold this. She takes off her shirt and unclasps her bra from behind. Like I said, adventurous after a few drinks. Now, only in tight jean pants she makes her way back to the pole and looks more involved in the intent of the club. She presses the pole between her beautifully shaped c-cup titties. Grabbing her nipples with each of her hands and working her titties up and down the pole a bit. My imagination doesn’t need much imagining for my cock to be replaced by that pole. She continues to dance, and the man smacks the ass again loud and hard.
After a song (or two), Emily can tell that I’m hard in my pants and enjoying watching her. She comes back over and sits next to me. We had hooked up before, but it had been a while since she lives in an entirely different state now. It made it feel like the first time seeing her topless. I was admiring her tits and clutching my cock. Another couple started to make their way closer to us, sitting on the lengthy couch on the other end.
Emily started to rub me over my pants and lean in. She asked if I wanted to take it out. Well, when in Rome. I unbuckled my pants and unzipped the front. She pushed the pants aside, reached below my boxers and grabbed my cock to bring it out. Emily knew what she was doing and wasn’t afraid to be in charge. She starts to stroke me and the couple next to us watch intently. I could tell that Emily was enjoying them watching us.
She went to her knees in front of me and pulled my pants further down. I reached down and grabbed her titties with my right hand and the back of her head with my left. She took the direction and took my cock into her mouth. Initially, as far as she could take it. And she held it there. Her eyes started to water, and I could tell she was trying to not gag. God bless a friend like her. I held her in place, but she finally resisted and pushed back. Coming up for air.
She grabbed me at the base of my cock and licked from me from the bottom to the top. And continued to lick all around my cock until it was slippery with saliva. Then, she really started to give me head in the way that she knew I liked. Bobbing up and down on me and using her hand to match her rhythm. She was so good and looked so eager to be between my legs.
The other couple is still watching intently, and the woman has reached into the man’s pants, but everything is beneath their clothes. I look over at the man with the huge member and he gives me a nod saying, ‘good for you’. I smirk back. Since Emily is incredible at giving head and knows exactly what I like, it doesn’t take long for me to feel like I might be getting close. I look to her and let her know. She picks up the pace, telling me she wants me to finish. A few moments later I’m on the edge of orgasm, so I stand up. Emily follows my queue and places my cock above her tongue and uses her hand to continue.
I start to cum, and it drips out of me onto her tongue and chin. She knows that I don’t shoot, or she would have probably finished me in her mouth to avoid a mess. She slows down her hand and milks my cock into her mouth. I’m weak in my knees. She takes one last lick and the last bit of me goes into her. She takes her hand and wipes off her chin onto my jeans.
Whew. Out of breath. I thank her. Wondering if she wanted to do anything more, I ask her. Nope, she had checked off her taboo bucket list and was ready to get going. The couple fucking on the platform were still going as we were leaving. It must have been a marathon session for them. I still keep in touch with Emily over the years, but we never did anything like that again. I have been back to the Green Door and a few other places like it. I have more stories from those other times too. Let me know what you like to hear about!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/trlr7a/mf_visiting_the_green_door_for_the_first_time
Super hot!