| Straight: BDSM: Club Venus (1/2) |
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As I walked into the club, I shivered with anticipation. I could smell the excitement, and my heart pounded like the beat of the music just beyond the doors. “Welcome to Venus Swingers Club,” greeted a pretty young blonde. She was scantily clad, and I feasted on the view. “Is it just you tonight, honey?” she cooed. “Yea, it’s just me. I’m alone and desperate,” I said smiling. “It’s hard to believe that somebody like you would be desperate,” she commented as she stood and moved towards me from behind the counter. “Would you like some help with your things?” “What things?” I stammered. “Don’t be silly. Your clothes! Do you want me to take them for you?” The idea of stripping for this young chick really turned me on, and I thought I would make the most of it. “Yea, sure, of course… I really have trouble with these pants though… do you think that you could help me?” I said smiling. She looked down in an obvious way at the growing bulge in my pants. “I think I see the problem,” she said slyly taking me by the waist and running her hands down my legs. As she removed my pants and my shirt, the chill of the room hit my body causing me to tense. Then she put her hands inside my underwear, she paused to feel my firm penis, and then she slowly slid them off. She picked up my clothing from the floor and stepped back to survey me. “Nice dick.” As the doors to the club swung open, I could hardly believe my eyes. There were naked people everywhere, and that wasn’t the half of it. “Anything goes here,” she had told me, but I could never have imagined just how far it would go. Several people were in orgy piles on mattresses scattered around the floor. People were sucking and fucking everywhere. It was an absolutely carnal feast. I sat down at a table to try to get up my nerve to enter the fray. That’s when I saw the sign for the room marked, “THE DUNGEON.” I had toyed with bondage at different times in my life, but I had never really been involved in a “scene.” I didn’t have equipment, and I didn’t know anyone willing to get kinky with me. As I walked through the door, I knew I had found my niche. Over against the wall there were victims waiting to be used. Several men and women from the sub scene would make themselves available each night for the sport to people like me. There were even a couple of dancers from the club in the line up. As I made my way down the row, my penis began to drip precum just thinking about what lay ahead. I finally settled on a cute, little brunette named Mandy, one of the dancers at the club. I unshackled her from the wall, and led her onto the stage area. That was one of the rules: All victims had to be used where everyone else could see and enjoy. I made her kneel, and with her hands tied behind her back, I cut her clothing from her body. As the last articles of clothing hit the floor, I moved quickly to put a gag in her mouth. I pushed her head forward and moved in behind her. With lightning quickness giving her no time to prepare, |
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