Chapter 1. My Dark Fantasy
I had just turned 21, single, adventurous, highly sexual, and new to swinging when I met Darrell through an adult dating site. We’ve been fucking for about three months. Nothing serious, no dinner dates, meeting friends, or going to the movies. Just pre-arranged hookups and booty calls.
Our sex was raw, dirty, uncomplicated. Darrell liked to pin my wrists to the bed and make me beg. He would call me a dirty, cock-loving slut in the middle of a blowjob, and encourage me to plead for him to cum on my face, or my tits, or in my mouth. I liked the dirty way he made me feel, and I liked that there were no strings attached.
It wasn’t the first time I’d fallen into something like this. I liked keeping things casual, never letting men get too close. A late-night fuck here, a drunken hookup there. I liked variety, the thrill of new hands on my body, new cocks in my mouth, or my pussy, between my tits, or in my ass.
I enjoyed being promiscuous, and I was good at it. Darrell was my first fuck-buddy who actually asked me what I wanted, instead of assuming. That made him different from the rest. That night, we were sprawled across the mussed sheets on his bed, still a little breathless from round two, when Darrell asked the question.
“Alright, Beverly. Tell me about your darkest fantasy, like, if you could try one thing you’ve never done before, no limits, what would it be?” Darrell asked.
I rolled onto my side, narrowing my eyes playfully. “You mean in bed?”
Darrell grinned and answered, “Obviously.”
I hesitated, thought about it, chewing my bottom lip. With Darrell, there was never any judgment. He liked hearing my dirtiest thoughts.
“What if I told you that I’ve always been curious about…sex clubs.”
Darrell’s eyebrows arched in response. “Sex clubs?”
I laughed somewhat nervously. “Yeah. I just want to see what actually goes on there. I’m not saying I’d actually participate. Well, not unless the vibe was right. But the idea of walking into a place like that, where it is all about shameless, uninhibited sex…” I trailed off, feeling somewhat embarrassed for bringing up the subject.
Darrell didn’t laugh. If anything, he looked quite interested in what I had to say.
“To be honest, I have never been to one myself,” he said, shifting onto one elbow. “But I’ll admit…that sounds fucking hot!”
I tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to play it off. “I was only answering your question. It doesn’t mean that I…”
Darrell cut me off with a grin and said, “It means we’re going. Next week.”
My eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
“Hell yes! You and me…Saturday night. I’ll look into it,” he answered.
I lay back, staring at the ceiling, feeling my pulse quickening. A swirl of nerves, excitement, and raw anticipation twisted the strings in my belly.
“Oh fuck! What have I just agreed to?” I thought. Part of me wished I hadn’t put those thoughts in his head. The other part of me was even more curious and excited that Darrell wanted to take me to one.
Chapter 2. The Sex Club
The following Saturday came quicker than I expected. Darrell kept the planning deliberately vague. All he told me was the time, place, and to “dress to impress.”
I spent hours prepping in front of the mirror, fretting over looking perfect, even though men had told me so often enough on messy nights out, one-night stands, and hookups in the past that I looked better than most.
I decided to wear a fitted, knee-length, black dress that strapped over my left shoulder, leaving my right shoulder bare. It accentuated everything I wanted it to; the swell of my hips, the length of my legs, the promise of curves beneath the fabric.
My hair, dyed a rich auburn red, was swept into a sophisticated twist, leaving my pale neck bare. My makeup consisted of black eyeliner, a haze of eyeshadow that made my brown eyes almost otherworldly, and a red lipstick to match the color of my painted nails.
On the drive there, Darrell looked maddeningly relaxed, driving with one hand on the wheel, humming to whatever played on the radio. He wore a dark shirt and jeans, sharper than usual, like he barely needed to try.
We had been fucking casually for three months, and I’d never seen him nervous. Not when he first pulled my panties off on our first date, and not even now.
The building didn’t announce itself. Just a plain door between a barber shop and a café. A man dressed in a suit stood outside the door, his face unreadable as he checked people in. I clutched my small purse as Darrell turned off the engine and glanced at me.
“You ready?” he asked.
My palms were slick. I smoothed them over my dress, forcing my voice not to tremble. “As I’ll ever be.”
Inside, the foyer swallowed us in golden, low lighting. Dark, velvet curtains hung heavy over the windows. The air was warm, perfumed, intimate. My pointed heels sank into the plush carpet as we made our way further inside.
“This is it. I’m really here,” I thought as we walked into the main lounge that opened before us like another world.
Velvet seating curved along the walls. Mirrors reflected fragments of skin and lace. Clusters of guests moved in a haze of laughter, murmurs, and music. Some wore lingerie and heels, others nothing at all. In one corner, a woman in lace straddled a man lazily on a chaise lounge. Across the room, a naked woman knelt shamelessly between three men, their pants down around their ankles, her moans treading through the air like smoke as she stroked and sucked on their cocks.
This was the kind of scene I have only seen in porn, never something I imagined unfolding in front of my eyes. A tiny voice in my head whispered this couldn’t be for real, and yet, here it was. I froze, my eyes wide, heat licking my body. Everyone here knew exactly why they had come. And now…so do I.
Darrell leaned close to me, his lips brushing my ear. “Not quite your normal club.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “No, definitely not.”
We walked deeper, and I felt my skin prickle. Not from stares. Nobody looked at me. Everyone was too absorbed in their own pleasures, their own erotic worlds. That anonymity was worse, somehow. I felt invisible in a place where sex was currency, and I felt my own arousal simmering beneath my skin.
We made our way to the bar, and Darrell ordered us drinks. I perched on a barstool, crossing my legs, the hem of my dress slipping just an inch higher. I sipped the chilled wine, the sharp taste grounding me as my gaze drifted across the room at the masked men chatting as a woman danced topless, and over at another couple disappearing behind a curtain.
Everywhere I looked, I saw sex, sex in plain sight, sex as a spectacle. Every image made my stomach tighten and my mind race. Part of me wondered what I was doing there. And why did I want to see more?
Chapter 3. First Impressions
The wine had barely touched my nerves. My hands trembled as I set the glass down, my fingers brushing the stem, trying not to spill it. Around me, the club pulsed with a rhythm that wasn’t quite music, but more of a low thrum of bass beneath the chatter, the occasional gasp, the wet sound of flesh on flesh. It flowed into my ears, seeped into my skin, wrapped around me like the velvet curtains that sealed me inside another world.
Every corner of the lounge held something new. A woman bent over the arm of a couch, moaning softly as a suited man fucked her slowly and deliberately, his hand fisted in her hair. Another couple, topless, lounging casually, except his hand was buried between her thighs, her head tipped back in pleasure. Nobody seemed to care who watched. It was a wild show of exhibitionism, to say the least.
I shifted on my stool, the hem of my dress inching higher against my thighs. The heat between my legs had been there since we walked in, but now it spread, steady and insistent, an ache I couldn’t ignore.
I knew the ache well. It had stirred before, once in a nightclub bathroom with a man I barely remembered, in the backseat of a cab with a man whose name I never asked. Reckless moments of one-night stands in sleazy hotel rooms that I had never admitted to anyone but my closest friends. Here, in this place, that same ache burned brighter, much brighter, like this was where I belonged.
Darrell leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re quiet,” he whispered.
“I’m taking it all in,” I replied in a husky voice. I cleared my throat and took another sip of wine. “It’s a lot to wrap my mind around.”
Darrell chuckled. “But exactly what you asked for, though.”
I gave him a tiny nod, my eyes still roaming. It was true. I asked for this. I wanted to know what went on inside a place like this. I just hadn’t expected it to feel so intoxicating, so overwhelming.
A woman from across the room caught my gaze. She was tall, elegant, her body sheathed in black lace. I watched her kneel in front of two men, their cocks out. She took one in her mouth while stroking the other cock with her hand, as he waited for his turn. The woman looked calm, assuring, and confident in what she was doing.
The longer we sat, the more the nerves inside me began to melt into a hum of anticipation, a sharp curiosity. I leaned forward, my elbows resting behind me on the bar, edging closer to the heat radiating from the room.
Darrell nudged my thigh with his. “So,” he casually asked, “do we just watch? Or do you want to play?”
“I don’t know,” I said as I met his gaze. “I just thought I’d see…maybe.”
“Darrell smirked knowingly. Maybe…” he let the word hang, heavily.
I turned back to the bar, my reflection catching in the ornate mirror behind the bar. I saw my pale skin, the wine glass poised beneath my red lips, my smoky makeup. For a moment, I didn’t recognize myself. I didn’t look like me. I looked like…one of them. And just like that, I felt like I belonged there.
Chapter 4. The Approach
I was still sipping my wine when a man took the stool beside me, his presence cutting through the noise of the lounge like a blade. He didn’t crowd me, but he didn’t need to. Confidence radiated off him in quiet waves.
“First time?” he asked. His voice was smooth and certain.
I turned to look at him. He was handsome in a sharp way, mid-thirties, maybe, with eyes that missed nothing. His shirt was open at the collar. He wore no tie, his sleeves rolled up just enough. He looked entirely at home here.
“What makes you say that?” I asked carefully.
He smiled faintly. “You’re drinking slow, but your eyes are everywhere. Regulars don’t stare like that. They already know what they’re going to see.”
My cheeks warmed. Darrell, sipping his whiskey at my side, smirked and spoke for me. “She’s curious.”
The man leaned an elbow on the bar and tilted his head toward me, and asked, “Curious about what?”
I swallowed, stalling. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled low. “Everyone comes here with preferences. Things they want, things they don’t. You’ll get swept up into someone else’s if you don’t know yours. So…” He let the pause drift. “What do you like?”
I stumbled for words. I glanced at Darrell, who grinned as though this was all entertainment. My mouth went dry. Darrell was not going to answer for me. He wanted me to say it.
“I like…” I ran my finger slowly around the rim of my glass, searching for words. “I like oral…both ways. I like facials. I like to swallow. I like the slutty, sexy feeling I get from it.” My cheeks flushed hot as I forced myself to continue. “I’ve had threesomes before. I like being with two men at the same time. The idea of more has been a fantasy of mine.”
The man nodded once, as if taking mental notes. His expression was unreadable. It wasn’t lust in his eyes, but calculation. He was weighing my words, slotting them into possibilities. Checking me out.
“Is there anything you don’t like?” he asked.
I blinked. “I don’t like being ignored. Or being treated like I’m not there,” I replied.
My words earned a slow smile from the man. “Good. You won’t be ignored here. Not tonight.”
Darrell was caught off guard by the man’s comment. I saw his uncertain look and felt somewhat reassured that I wasn’t the only one stepping into the unknown.
The man’s gaze lingered on me, his voice dropping a shade darker, “There’s a private room. It’s comfortable, perfectly set up for us, just the three of us. We’ll explore the things you like. What do you think?”
I blinked, startled by how casually he suggested it, as if this kind of invitation happened every weekend. Maybe for him it did. For me, it felt surreal, like I’d stepped into some erotic film where my lines were being written for me. A sane part of my brain whispered this was crazy, too much, too fast. I have done insane things before. This was somehow different. But the wetter parts of me wanted to see where it led.
“Show me.”
The man’s smile curved, slow and satisfied, like he expected nothing else. He rose smoothly from his stool, buttoning his jacket half-heartedly, and held out his hand.
Darrell drained his glass with one last gulp. “Well,” he said, standing, “looks like you got your wish.”
I slid down from my stool, my legs unsteady in my heels, my dress tightening around my thighs as I placed my hand in the stranger’s hand. A shiver raced through me as his hand gently tightened around mine.
Chapter 5. The Private Room Encounter
The private room was quieter and insulated from the lounge’s low thrum. Soft red lights glowed against velvet walls, and a sofa angled toward a wide mirror that reflected every corner of the space. It smelled faintly of leather and something deeper – musk, heat, sex.
I stood just inside the doorway, my chest rising with each deep breath, my eyes flickering between Darrell and the man. The man stepped closer. His hand brushed my arm, trailing down until his fingers laced with mine. “Relax,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on mine. “We’ll take our time.”
Darrell was already loosening his shirt, smirking as though he’d been waiting for this moment all night. I suddenly found myself being the centerpiece of two men. My pulse was now thrumming with anticipation.
The man’s fingers traced my hip, skimming the fabric of my dress. He leaned closer, catching my lips with his. The kiss was unhurried, confident, tongue teasing my mouth open until I melted into it. Darrell pressed against my back a moment later, his mouth at my neck, with teeth grazing my skin as his hands came around to cup my breasts through the dress.
I whimpered, my body caught between them, heat radiating from every point of contact. Darrell dropped his hands from my breasts to my waist, and when I dared glance up, I caught his reflection in the mirror. His jaw was clenched; his eyes were dark with hunger. He watched every twitch of my thighs, listening to my every gasp, like he was turned on by seeing me being touched by someone else as he was touching me himself.
The man, whose name I never caught, slid the strap of my dress down my shoulder. His lips traced the skin that my strap had covered.
Darrell tugged at the hem of my dress, and working together, they peeled the dress from my body, dropping it where it rested on the floor, bunched around my feet, leaving me in a simple black thong and heels.
“Beautiful,” the man murmured, and eased me onto the sofa. Both men sat on either side of me. They moved in unison, their palms gliding lower until each man’s hand rested on my thighs. Then, with deliberate intentions, they parted my legs. I shuddered, exposed, my damp thong against my skin, the wet heat of my arousal impossible to hide.
“Look at her,” Darrell murmured, his voice edged with lust.
The man’s smile was darker now. “Soaked already. No doubt, you want this.”
“Yes, I want this,” I said, and my breath broke into a moan as my thong was tugged aside.
The man dropped to his knees, pushing my thighs wider as his mouth descended on my pussy. His tongue pressed firmly to my clit, circling, teasing, then sucking hard enough to make me moan and twitch my hips. I arched back against Darrell, who tilted my face toward him, his lips crashing into mine. The kiss was greedy, claiming, his tongue filled my mouth while the man worked between my legs.
Darrell shifted me after breaking the kiss, urging me forward onto my hands and knees across the sofa cushions. Before I could catch my breath, the man maneuvered himself beneath me and continued to eat my pussy, while Darrell tongued my ass.
The dual sensation made me cry out, clawing at the cushions. “Oh My God!”
Two tongues working me at once, one flicking my clit, the other rimming my asshole. The man slipped a finger inside my pussy, curling expertly while Darrell ground into my ass, his tongue driving firmer, deeper.
My body seized. Pleasure ripped through me. My legs trembled, every nerve alight as they held me open and licked me until I came hard, spilling onto the man’s mouth with a helpless cry. When they finally pulled away, I collapsed on the sofa, shaking and breathless.
Both men undressed. They pulled the thong down my legs and slipped my shoes off my feet. The man came to me, his cock hard and heavy in his hand. Darrell did the same.
I blinked up at them, dazed, my mascara already smudged. Two cocks loomed above me, one that I knew well, the other a new and exciting treat for me, as my mouth filled with saliva.
The man’s fist tightened around his shaft, stroked it once, and precum oozed from its meatus. His composure faltered. “Fuck… On your knees,” he muttered, his voice lower, rougher than before.
I slid onto the floor, on my knees. My hair was loosened from its careful up-do. My lipstick was already blurred from kissing, my chest still rising and falling from my heavy breathing.
I was still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm as the man stepped closer, stroking his cock lazily, holding it just within reach. Darrell joined him, his cock thick and stiff, precum also glistening at the tip. Two men, two hard cocks, right there in front of me.
My lips parted instinctively. I reached for Darrell first, wrapping my fingers around the base of his shaft, and I leaned in to kiss the head softly. I licked my lips, tasting the salt of him on my tongue.
My other hand moved to the man, stroking him slowly, my grip deliberate and teasing as I alternated my mouth between the two. The man let out a low groan when I switched, sliding my lips over his cock. I worked them rhythmically, my mouth full and wet, my hand pulling, twisting, saliva drooling from my lips and dripping freely onto my breasts as I let myself enjoy the act.
“Beautiful,” the man murmured, brushing my hair out of the way with his fingers to better watch me suck him.
I moaned with his cock in my mouth, the sound soft and wanting, vibrating down his length. I took him deep, then pulled back with a gasp, licking my lips. My eyes flicked up at both men, looking undeniably aroused.
The man smirked down at me, calming and coaxing. “Want to try both at once?” he asked. His hand tightened on my hair, tighter than he meant, betraying his calm. “You’re even better than I thought you’d be,” he murmured, almost to himself.
“Yes,” I answered, and opened wide, letting Darrell guide his cock back onto my tongue as the man pressed close, two cocks brushing together at my lips.
I had never taken two cocks, side by side, into my mouth before. The stretch surprised me at first – the fullness of it, the way my jaw resisted before giving in to them. I moaned softly and braced my hand on Darrell’s thigh as I took them both, just the heads, my tongue sliding between them, swirling, teasing.
The man groaned, his hand threading through my hair. “Fuck… Look at her. Gorgeous,” he proclaimed. I liked how he talked; it turned me on.
It wasn’t rough or forceful. They let me do my own thing, easing them in and out of my stretched lips. Saliva continued to drool from my lips, down my chin, leaving a stream of spit down my cleavage, nearly to my navel. Each time I pulled back, my tongue flicked over their tips, tasting them both, my breathing ragged with arousal.
Realizing that I can do this, I made a mental note to add this to my oral playlist. My thighs pressed together as I grew wetter, and I moaned louder with every pass of their cocks between my lips. It wasn’t just about taking them, it was about pleasing them both, being the center of their heat and hunger at the same time.
When they finally eased me up, Darrell bent me gently over the sofa. He stepped up behind me. His cock slid easily into my soaked pussy with a slow, deep push that made me gasp.
My hands clutched the backrest, my reflection staring back at me from the mirror. My mouth was open; my lips were swollen and glistening from having two cocks in my mouth. My eyes looked glassy.
The man stepped in front of me again, his cock brushing my lips, and I welcomed him back into my mouth with a needy moan. Now it was seamless, with Darrell rocking in and out of me from behind, steady and sensual, while I sucked the man in front of me with wet, eager lips, stroking the rest of his shaft with my hand.
I let myself sink into it, my body a conduit of pure pleasure – filled, stroked, and savored.
Chapter 6. The Audience
The sofa creaked beneath us. Darrell’s hips moved in a steady rhythm, his cock driving into my soaked pussy from behind. In front of me, the man guided himself into my mouth again, groaning softly as I stroked the rest of his shaft with my hand. More saliva drooled from my lips and hung off my chin.
The men signaled each other for a switch. The next thing I knew, I had Darrell in my mouth, and the man in my pussy. My mouth had opened for Darrell without hesitation, tasting myself on him as he slid through my lips. At the same time, the man pushed into my pussy with one long, steady thrust that made me moan around Darrell’s length.
The swap made me dizzy – the new rhythm, the new angle, the sudden change of taste and strength.
During the switch, there was a brief moment of emptiness, a fraction of space, a breath of clarity. And that’s when I saw them. At first, I thought it was the mirror playing tricks – shadows, distortions, the haze of moody light. I blinked, focusing past my own reflection, and the truth clicked into place. My head spun.
Five men were standing inside the room with us. Watching. They were all silent, naked, and stroking their cocks. Their eyes were locked on me as though I were theirs to consume, as if this were a natural thing that goes on in a sex club.
My heart thundered – part disbelief, but mostly arousal. Was this the very beginning of my fantasy of having more than two men coming to fruition?
Darrell had already seen them since he was facing the doorway. He already knew they were there, but chose not to comment until he knew I had spotted them.
“Looks like you got an audience,” he murmured. He sounded turned on by it. “You good with that?”
The man inside my cunt smiled, almost knowingly, as if he had an idea this would happen.
I murmured, “Mmm-hmm.”
Intense arousal rushed through me like a hot flash. My temperature skyrocketed, while having an audience of five horny men stroking their hard cocks in the same room, watching me getting spit-roasted.
I could not unsee them – five men, silent, watching, stroking themselves with calmness that made my heart race with a blend of fear and excitement. I thought I should be horrified – after all, I was bare, messy, used, and totally on display. But the thought evaporated as quickly as it came. More heat flooded my veins.
Of course, they were watching! Of course, they wanted to see me like this! A dizzy laugh almost bubbled in my throat as I swallowed Darrell deeper. Perhaps I was becoming more of a slut than I thought I could be.
A tremor of heat coursed through me, and my moans grew louder.
Chapter 7. The First Session
Darrell groaned above me, his grip tightening in my hair as he felt his cock sliding back and forth between my tongue and palate, bumping the back of my throat. Standing behind me, the man’s thrusts got sharper, his groans grew rougher, and his hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks.
My body was alight, my clit throbbed as hard as my heart pounding in my chest. My pussy clenched desperately around the man’s cock. My moans were muffled by Darrell’s cock. I knew what was coming next. I was experienced enough to know they were both getting close.
Suddenly, Darrell pulled free with a gasp. His cock glistened with my saliva as he stroked it hard in front of my face. The sudden emptiness made me cry out like a baby having a pacifier pulled from its mouth. Before I could adjust, the man behind me pulled out of me too, his cock wet and heavy in his fist.
They stood over me now, and I sank onto my knees on the carpeted floor, my fallen hair hanging loose around my flushed face. My chest heaved with anticipation as I lifted my chin up to them. I had one hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit desperately, as my other hand steadied me against the sofa.
A flash of déjà vu hit me, thoughts of other nights, other rooms, when I’d been on my knees for other men, pleasuring strangers I had just met, letting them cum on my face and wearing it with slutty pride. I always loved the feel of it, the idea of a man physically painting me with the pleasure I had given him. How erotic it was, and how dirty and sexy it made me feel. How it made men desire me for my slutty behavior. The big difference – I was doing this for the first time in front of a group of strangers.
“Please,” I whispered. My voice was ragged, breathless, and sounding like desperation. “Do it. Cum all over my face, please.”
Darrell groaned, his cock jerked in his hand, and I watched the first rope of white semen burst from the end of his cock and splatter across my cheek with a wet slap, hot enough to sting my pale skin, before another struck my lips, heavy and thick. I gasped, working my fingers harder over my clit, as the sticky trail of cum slid down my chin.
“Yesss, baby,” I hissed, my eyes snapping up to his. “Give it to me.”
The man standing next to Darrell grunted, his own hand pumping quickly. His cock erupted in thick, heavy streams, painting my other cheek, across my forehead, and into my hair.
I whimpered, and my eyes closed as I let the cum splash my face from both cocks, from both sides. My body shook as my frantic fingers on my clit continued to exult my passion, and my tongue darted out to lick the taste of their salty semen off my lips.
“More!” I gasped, out of breath, my voice breaking as my hips bucked against my hand. “Don’t stop! Please…”
Darrell’s last spurt hit across my nose, sliding into my open mouth. The man’s final rope streaked across my lashes, forcing me to blink through the blur. Both men groaned as they milked the last drops onto my face before stepping aside.
Now, my reflection in the mirror was obscene. Kneeling, my face glistened with cum dripping down my cheeks. My eyebrows were covered. I could barely open my left eyelid as cum threatened to cover my eye. My hair was streaked with cum. My hand was still rubbing frantically at my clit as I moaned through it, messy and euphoric.
Behind my reflection stood those five men, no longer just watching idly. I now had a clear view of them, as they did of me. Their hands were moving faster now with tighter fists around their cocks. Expanding chests revealed their heavier breathing, as their eyes fixed hungrily on the sight of me pleasuring myself with two men’s cum dripping down my face.
My chest rose and fell in quick, desperate gasps that jaunted my breasts. My nipples were hard and fully elongated. A smile flickering faintly across my messy lips showed everyone in the room that I was enjoying myself as I rubbed my clit faster.
They heard me beg for it. They witnessed me take it.
The night was still young, and will be continued in Chapter 8 and beyond.
