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"Stroke Club"
By Tyler

	I'm not a pervert by the normal definitions.  Really.  I'm just 
your average guy with an average job with your average libido.  I don't 
download massive amounts of porn and I don't collect panties from my 
girlfriends.  In bed I don't like games and I don't need costumes to 
get off.  In a lot of ways, I guess you could say I'm dull.

	I do have one weakness, and that's this one special club.  I 
can't tell you how to join this club, because I'm not really sure how I 
did.  I think a friend recommended it to me or maybe an old girlfriend 
let me in on it.  Either way, it was one of the best things that ever 
happened to me because now when I'm feeling lonely, or just have an 
itch, I could drop in and have the best twenty minutes of my week.

	Take last week for example.  I pulled up to the house on the 
outskirts of town.  Looking from the road, you wouldn't suspect 
anything was odd about the house.  There's a huge privacy fence, which 
is really nice because you can have upwards of ten cars here at a time.  
It's quiet, private and completely under the radar if you know what I 
mean. 

	I used the special knock on the door.  The husband answered the 
door.  I never did learn the names of the family of runs the club.  
They were Indian, with sun-blasted skin coloring and pitch-black hair.  

The husband smiled and welcomed me in to the waiting room.  There 
was no one else there which was nice.  It meant I was first in line.  I 
stole a glance at the big white door that separated me from the rest of 
the Club and the husband noticed.

"Just a few minutes and they'll be an opening," the husband said.

"Good," I said.  I took off my pants and underwear and handed 
them to him.  The first rule of the Club is that everyone goes 
bottomless.  He took my clothes and handed me the ball-gag.  I put it 
on and because I'm a regular here, he didn't need to check to see if it 
was in place.  The second rule of the Club was that no one speaks.  The 
gag just helped the loud ones.

The husband went back into the hallway with my clothes.  I read a 
magazine that was on the coffee table and tried to be patient.  It was 
hard to not look at the two lights on the table.  There was a blue 
light and a pink one and I couldn't wait for the blue light to flash.  
In the end, it only took half a magazine article for the blue light to 
flash.

I opened the large white door and meet the rest of the Club.  The 
place was full but then, it always was.  No matter what hour of the day 
I came, there were always three women and two men sitting in a circle.  
The room was well lit despite the fact that candles were the only 
illumination.  There were no shadows in this room.  No place to hide 
and that was why we were here.  There were three doors leading out and 
once again I wondered at the strange geometry of the house that had a 
center room with four entrances.

The empty chair was waiting for me, a fresh purple blanket laid 
out over it.  I sat down in it quietly, trying not to disturb the 
rhythm of the room.  If it weren't for the gag, I would have sighed as 
I sank into the soft blanket on the recliner.  They always use the 
softest blankets here and they had that crisp smell to them that said 
they had just gotten out of the dryer.  I pushed back on the recliner 
so that my feet were up but my groin was still in easy view of the 
women.  It was the same position every one was in.

When I got over the pleasant sensation of the blanket, I reached 
for the hand lotion sitting on the floor.  As I prepared my hands, I 
looked at the three women sitting across from me.  They were all 
looking at me, the new guy, and I enjoyed the attention.  

The woman on the left was an attractive Hispanic woman.  Her 
fingers were stroking her clit that was hidden in a thick bush of hair.  
She was wearing a tight red shirt that was being strained by her hefty 
breasts.  Her dark thighs had some cellulite but no one complains of 
such things in the Club.  The only thing that mattered was that her 
fingers were stroking her sex and her dark eyes were on me.

The woman in the center was a brunette in her thirties.  She had 
her shirt unbuttoned and she was kneading one of her small breasts.  
Upper nudity was allowed in the Club, it just wasn't required.  I liked 
how small her breasts were because it let her just squeeze her entire 
tit in one hand.  Her other hand was buried in her sex and she was 
stroking herself fast with three of her fingers.

The woman on the right was a young blonde, maybe twenty, maybe 
older.   She had a short pixie haircut and she was biting down hard on 
the red ball gag in her mouth.  I had no idea if they card people here.  
All I knew was that she had very fit legs that were spread out to 
reveal a bare pussy.  The young blonde was using both hands between her 
legs, stroking with one hand while pulling on her pussy lips with the 
other. 

As for the two guys sitting to either side of me?  I didn't pay 
them a second glance.

Once my hands were slick with lotion, I got to work on my self.  
My cock was already hard when I first pulled up to the Club and I 
groaned behind my gag as I gripped my hard length in my hand.  All 
three of the women were looking at me, evaluating me with their eyes.  
I was the new toy in the group and already they were editing me into 
their fantasies.

I did the same with them.  At first my sights were on the 
brunette.  The way she mauled her small tit with her hand had me 
fascinated.  Her fingers sunk into her own flesh in such a way that I 
could easily imagine that she liked it rough.  It was easy to picture 
how she would squeal if I bit her nipples while fingering her.

Then my eyes drifted to the Hispanic woman.  She was breathing 
hard, stretching her red shirt with her breasts with every breath.  I 
liked how hairy her sex was, it looked natural and real, unlike any 
porn you would normally find.  She was a real woman with a real 
appetite for sex.

I looked at the young woman, and found myself turned on by how 
much she reminded me of teenage sweethearts.  You had to wonder what 
she was doing here.  Someone as cute and fit as her could have anyone 
she wanted but for some reason, she was here at the Club.  She wanted 
to offer herself for the visual enjoyment of strangers and God, that 
turned me on.

My hand pumped my cock and I relaxed into the soft blanket.  I 
reached down and fingered my balls.  The brunette wiggled her shoulders 
with approval.  Despite the gags, Club members tend to find other ways 
to communicate.  I cupped my balls and watched as the brunette stroked 
herself faster.  Maybe she was fantasizing about holding them, or maybe 
she could imagine sucking them.  It was all the same to me.  I just 
loved watching her get excited over me.

The guy to my left started to grunt.  It wasn't easy to grunt 
with a gag but it can be done.  All of the women noticed and their 
heads turned towards him as one.  I wasn't jealous.  Even though all 
six of us were on display to each other, there is a different kind of 
freedom to stare when the woman you're staring at doesn't notice you.  
For me, I was checking out the blonde.  Staring at her made me feel 
like a dirty old man but with her attention diverted, I found myself 
enjoying the tight lines of her thighs without feeling any guilt.

There was a certain charge in the air, like before lightning 
strikes, when the man to my left ejaculated.  The women kept on 
masturbating as the man groaned and finished emptying himself.  The 
young woman froze as well and her knees pulled up in an orgasmic spasm.  
Simultaneous orgasms were common in the Club.  Many people hold off on 
their orgasm until they can share the pleasure with someone.

The two got up and left through separate doors.  Almost 
immediately, the two younger members of the house came in to clean.  
Although they were in their twenties, they resembled the older owners 
of the house enough that I assumed they were the offspring.  The Native 
American male cleaned up the blanket of the young blonde, and sprayed 
it down with a disinfectant before placing a clean blanket on the 
recliner.  The Native American female did the same with the man's 
chair.  I watched the woman clean up the cum-soaked blanket and kept 
masturbating.  She smiled at me and continued cleaning.  It was a very 
casual Club.

As soon as the chairs were clean, more people came in to fill 
them.  I didn't pay attention to the guy but the woman was a redhead 
stunner.  Her legs were as white as snow and her red pubic hair was the 
same bright shade as the hair she had in a ponytail.  A tattoo of 
someone's name was on her thigh in black.  She was wearing a white tank 
top and I could see her nipples clearly against the fabric.

	The speed in which the chairs were filled always impressed me.  
It was very easy to believe that this room was never empty; that 
perhaps it has always had six people masturbating in it since the day 
the house was built.  Some nights, I even dream that people masturbated 
here when there was only the open sky and ages before the white man 
came to this land.

	I squirted more lotion onto my cock and used both hands to stroke 
myself.  The Hispanic woman caught my eye and I watched as she lifted 
her black shirt to reveal a black bra containing her huge breasts.  As 
I stroked, she pulled down the cups of her bra to show us her lovely 
breasts.  Her areoles were huge, twice the size of a silver dollar and 
even darker than her already dark skin.  She was an exotic treat and I 
pumped my cock harder.

	The brunette began to thrust her hips as she fucked her hand.  
She released her breast to aid in her stroking and I could see her hand 
print on her tit.  Her eyes were closing but she kept them just open 
enough to check out the new guy.

	The redhead spread the lips of her pussy with one hand and ran 
her fingers up and down her slit.  Her eyes were wide and sparkling, 
obviously delighted to be here.  I had her pegged as a first-timer.  
She was doing too much of a show and not enough actual masturbating.

	Not like the Hispanic woman.  My eyes wondered back over to her 
connected with her eyes.  By silent agreement we timed our strokes 
together.  Up and down, in and out, our hands found a mutual rhythm.  I 
loved how shiny her fingers were from her fucking and I'm sure she felt 
the same way about my cock.  Her breasts rose and fell as our breathing 
increased and I loved watching those massive mounds move.  

	She had her climax.  Her eyes shut and I could hear her muted 
moans from her gag.  Her fingers moved faster, ignoring our mutual 
rhythm as she got herself off again and again.  There was something 
hypnotic about watching a woman's hips as she climaxed and it was a joy 
you rarely witnessed in real sex.  Here, in the comfort of the Club, 
you can watch a woman's body in leisure she brought herself to orgasm.

	My cock could take no more as well.  A shiver went through me and 
I shot a nice arc of cum into the air.  My hand kept pumping and I saw 
the brunette's eyes upon me.  It was a wonderful orgasm; the kind that 
curls your toes and makes you bite down hard on the gag.  Load after 
load of my cum went into the air like a geyser and I noted with 
satisfaction that all three of the women in the room were staring at 
me.  

	Some of the cum had landed on my leg and I used the blanket to 
wipe it off.  The redhead was masturbating for real now, and I liked to 
think my own orgasm inspired her to quit playing.  As I climbed out of 
my chair, the Hispanic woman got up as well.  We looked at each other 
briefly before exiting through different doors.

	The wife was waiting for me with my pants.  Her long black hair 
was streaked with silver and her eyes reminded me of wind-swept plains.  
She helped me remove my gag since I was having trouble.  Climaxing in 
the Club was always exhausting, even more so than actual sex.  It was 
something I never understood but never minded either.  The orgasm was 
just that good.

	"Excuse me," I said.  "I'm not complaining but I was curious.  
What's the point?  You don't charge anything and the Club is always 
full."

	The wife smiled.  "It is very complicated.  I'm not sure you 
would understand."

	"Try me," I said.

	"Do you know what a prayer wheel is?" the wife asked.

	"No, afraid not," I said.

	She shook her head and started to push me towards the door.  
"Look it up," she offered.

	Outside, I saw the Hispanic woman headed towards her car.  She 
saw me and paused.  We looked at each other and I could feel the 
decisions playing in both our heads.  We were attracted to each other, 
and were similar in age.  We had a common secret and we were both dying 
to talk about it with someone.  We could have dinner, maybe even fuck 
for real afterwards.  Who knows?  We might even date.

	We both got in our cars and drove off.  The Club was too 
important to us to risk breaking one of the rules.  The third rule was 
to never recognize someone from the Club outside of the Club.  It's a 
hard rule to follow some days but on the other hand, if I saw you 
there, you wouldn't want me to bring it up, would you?   

The end.                

            

     
