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fuckclub.txt
* Disclaimer: The following piece is a work of pornography. As such, it
* contains situations that may be undesirable in real life. The primary
* intent of this text is to arouse the reader. If this makes you
* uncomfortable, or if you are 18 years of age or younger, please stop
* reading now.
Fuck Club
by Ed Rider
We gathered on the seventh floor of the Hotel Thalia, all crowded into room
707. There was me, Skyla, the blondes, two more women, and about fifteen
men. Fortunately, it was a large enough room for all of us. When we needed
it, the rest of the seventh floor was empty, locked off to the public, and
ours to use. But for now we had gathered all together in room 707, as we did
every Friday night.
Skyla was the center of attention, standing near the window, flanked by the
blondes. The rest of us formed a sort of semi-circle, all the men
straining forward to be close to Skyla. She was a big woman. Not just tall,
although she did tower over me at her height of six feet, but big in every
other way as well. Her thighs were big, her arms were big, her face was big,
and of course, her big round boobs were, um, big.
Skyla was packing all this flesh into a tight leather outfit, and it
made her look like she was threatening to bust out of it. The outfit was all
straps and studs, wrapped intricately around her body to show it off in the
best possible way. All the men were quite appreciative.
The men were a good variety of men. Some of them were bankers, some were
carpenters, some were teachers. They were all feeling stripped of their
masculinity by modern culture, and were looking to regain it in an impromptu
fighting ring, squaring off against each other in a bloody no-rules,
knock-em-down fistfight.
No wait, that's Fight Club. They meet in the basement. This was Fuck Club,
and it was attended by the same sort of man, but with a twist. Instead of
role confusion and powerlessness being replaced by agression and violence,
here it would be replaced by submission and
sex.
The blondes went over to the big wood chest in the corner, and got out a
large variety of sex toys and bondage implements, dumping them at Skyla's
feet. It was time to begin the night's entertainment.
The blondes are identical twins, sporting lean sexy bodies that they
showed off without a stich of clothing. They were Skyla's unquestioning
servants; I have no idea where she got them from. As Skyla began her speech,
they stood motionless at her side.
"The first rule of Fuck Club is..." said Skyla, pausing for dramatic
emphasis. "You do not talk about Fuck Club." For the more visually-
oriented men, she illustrated this point by picking a blue ball gag up
off the floor and tighty strapping it on to one of the blondes.
"The second rule of Fuck Club is, you do not talk about Fuck Club. Not with
your mom, not with your wife, your boss, your buddy, anyone." Again she
illustrated her point by scooping up a red ball gag and securely fastening
it into the other blonde's mouth.
Skyla turned back to face the crowd, hands on her hips. "The third rule of
Fuck Club is, if it's your first time here, you have to fuck me." The
blondes kneeled down and leaned their heads against her. "How many of you
are here for the first time?" Skyla demanded.
Just one man stepped forward, a balding consultant of about age
thirty-five. "Good," said Skyla. "I see most all of you have been
observing the first two rules."
There was a bit of laughter about that, and then Skyla beckoned for the man
to come forward. He did so, until he was standing just a few feet in front
of her. He was an inch shorter than Skyla, and it looked like if he kept
walking he would just walk right into her and not come out.
"Kneel off to the side, boy, I'll get to you later." she ordered. He
obeyed, and the red-gagged blonde swayed her tits at him suggestively as he
passed her.
"The fourth rule of Fuck Club is, if a woman tells you to do something,
you do it," stated Skyla. "And that goes double if that woman is me."
By way of illustration, one of the blondes pointed imperiously at her
feet, and the other one got down on her hands and knees and kissed them.
"The fifth and final rule of Fuck Club is." Skyla bent down and picked
two 6" strap-on dildos up off the floor. "If you're in Fuck Club, then
you have to take it up the ass. Once a week, no exceptions."
There was a bit of murmuring in the crowd over that one, but not too
much. All the men had already been fucked repeatedly that way, and
some outright preferred it. The new guy, soon to be Skyla's toy,
blushed a bit when she said the last rule.
Skyla handed off the dildos to the blondes, who put them on eagerly. The
dildos had been specially ordered to be the same color as the gags. It was
so cute it just about made me wet to see it.
"So," said Skyla, "now you know the rules, let me tell you all once more
what's going to happen. We have two female guests here tonight, so they and
Mistress Sarah will choose some companions to take with them to private
rooms. The rest of you, the ones who weren't chosen, will remain here in
this room to get your asses fucked thoroughly by my two lovely assistants."
Skyla reached into her bag and pulled out several large jars of K-Y. "If
you boys are good, they'll use plenty of this." She walked up to the new guy
and gestured him to his feet. "I'm going to take this one into my room and
let him fuck me. Later, send in some of the more... enduring men to help
service me."
The blondes bowed, and Skyla left the room, man in tow. When she was gone
the blondes took off their gags and told the two women to join them at the
front of the room. I just stood off to the side as usual.
The two female guests were both newcomers whom I'd met just briefly
before. One of them was married; her husband was a club member who had
gotten her to come with him. The other woman was very young, maybe around
twenty-two years old, and she had a sort of look of bemused astonishment on
her face.
One of the blondes addressed her. "Well, which of these studs here would you
like to take to a private room? You can have as many as you'd like."
The girl looked around the room. All the men were very hopeful. Finally she
decided what seemed to be at random, pointing out two men. "You, and you."
The chosen ones quickly snapped to attention, and the young lady left the
room with an arm around each of them.
The married woman knew exactly what she wanted. "Come here, Steve," she said
to her husband. Steve very obediently went to her and knelt down by her
side. "I'll also take you," she said, pointing to a nice looking man her
age.
"Now," she addressed the remaining men. "How many of you are into
fucking other guys? Being on top, I mean."
At this her husband turned bright red and kept his eyes on the floor.
Most of they guys were pretty quiet, but a couple of them raised their
hands, maybe a few of them thinking they could postpone their own
ass-fucking this way. The wife looked them over and settled on a rather nice
young guy who looked like he got his exercise. It was a real shame. because
he was one of the one I thought that I'd like to fuck. Oh well, with the
second woman taking three men, that still left around nine for the blondes
to work over.
I scanned the room for a toy of my own. Everyone was looking at me
vaguely hopefully, as if they were trying to assess what would be more fun,
me in a private room, or staying in the group with the blondes. I decided I
wanted the youngest one there, and stuck my fancy on a dark-haired lad in
his early twenties.
I walked over to him and ran my hand along the side of his face. He
smiled. I decided to not be so hard on him when the time came.
"On your hands and knees," I said quietly. He quickly dropped and looked up
at me. With a hand I gestured him to follow and walked out of the room. He
had to scamper after me to keep up.
We went into room 701, my room, and I closed the door. I shrugged off my
jacket and unbuttoned my blouse. "Get up, and get naked," I told the man
still kneeling on the floor. I don't go for all that formalism much.
He got all his clothes off very quickly, standing at attention as I
finally slid off my stockings. He must have been trained recently, as
he stood stock still as I caressed his chest and kissed his neck.
When I was ready, I lay down on the bed, and got him between my legs. I
grabbed his head and ordered him to lick me. He did, and he was quite good
at it too. I enjoyed his technique for a minute, and then pulled him up.
"Listen," I told to him. "I want you to lick my pussy, and lick it for
as long as I tell you to. If I grab you by the hair it means I want you
to lick my clit. If I cuff you on the back of the head, it means I want
you to stop licking, and just lay on my thigh for a minute. Understand?"
He nodded vigorously and went back to his work on my cunt. I grabbed his
head and he sent waves of pleasure washing through my body.
And that's how I spent my typical Friday night back then. It was quite
idyllic back then, just laying back for hours and hours of sexual service.
How could I have know what Skyla had planned? Before Project Ma'am, Fuck
Club was just a fun way to get people together for some sex.
As you might guess, Skyla could never be satisfied by thinking small. But
that's a story for another time...
end.
* The author humbly inviteds your comments, questions, and
* requests be emailed to ed_rider7@hotmail.com
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
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