It was a blistering evening in Phoenix, Arizona—the kind where the desert heat lingers long after sunset, turning the air thick and electric. I have been in a sexless relationship for, god knows how many years…10, but who’s counting at this point.
I’m no Brad Pitt by any stretch, I am the quintessential dad bod: a soft belly from years behind a desk, love handles that no amount of occasional gym visits could fully erase, a light dusting of chest hair going silver at the edges, and thighs that jiggled just a bit when I walked. My sex life, when I had one, had always been straightforward—vanilla, predictable, lights low. But being in a sexless relationship, curiosity had crept in, fed by late-night porn scrolls about pegging.
The idea of a woman taking control, flipping the script, made my pulse race in ways nothing else did. I was in Phoenix on a work trip and had already made plans to visit the club while in town, I actually had come to the club the previous night and had an amazing gang bang with a hot little Asian woman.
Club Encounters is a well-known on-premises swingers club. No membership, no reservation, open late, and caters to the alternative lifestyle. Tonight wasn’t a specific themed night like their Slim Thick Thursdays or Free Couples Monday, but the club’s reputation for wild, anything-goes energy drew me in. I’d read about the upstairs playrooms, the orgy spaces, the mirrors—perfect for what I craved.
I arrived around 10:30 PM, heart hammering as I paid the door fee. The bouncer gave me a quick once-over and a nod. Inside, the main floor pulsed: a lighted dance floor with a DJ spinning sultry house beats, two dimly lit video lounges where couples made out on couches, a pool table under low-hanging lights, and a juice/snack bar serving non-alcoholic drinks. The air smelled of perfume, sweat, and faint chlorine from the secluded Jacuzzi room tucked away with its shower and lockers. Out back was a smoking patio where people lounged in various states of undress. Upstairs, accessed by a narrow staircase, were six playrooms, one with a sex swing, another famously mirrored, and at least one set up as an orgy space with a large bed, throne-style bench for doggy, and workstations for toys.
I grabbed a bottled water to calm my nerves and wandered, trying not to stare. People were friendly. Couples grinding on the dance floor, single women in lingerie chatting at the bar, and groups heading upstairs. That’s when I spotted her. Emma, mid-30s, fiery red hair in loose waves, wearing a black leather corset that cinched her waist and pushed up her full breasts, thigh-high boots, and a confident smirk. She locked eyes with me across the room and approached.
“New face,” she said, voice low and teasing. “First time at Encounters?”
“Second, I was here last night too,” I admitted, chuckling awkwardly. “I had a wonderful time last night with a sexy woman, but I noticed that there was “more” that some of the couples were doing and I… uh, came tonight because I’ve been curious about pegging. Never done it, but the fantasy’s been driving me crazy, and hearing the other couples last night, presumably engaged in pegging…I had to come back and see more.”
Her grin widened. “Perfect timing. I’ve got some friends upstairs who love breaking in curious guys like you. Dad bod I see, real bodies are hot here. No judgment, just fun. Want to meet them?”
She led me up the stairs, past a couple fucking against the wall in one of the open lounges. The upstairs hallway was lined with doors, some cracked open to reveal moans and shadows. We entered the largest playroom—the mirrored one. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors on three walls reflected everything endlessly. A king-sized bed dominated the center, covered in fresh black sheets, with a padded bench (the “throne” for doggy), a sex swing hanging in the corner, and shelves stocked with lube, condoms, wipes, and an array of strap-ons provided by the club (cleaned rigorously between uses).
Seven women were already there, lounging on the bed and couches, drinks in hand, in various stages of undress—lingerie, harnesses half-on, skin glistening under red LED lights. Emma introduced them.
Sophia, a tall, athletic brunette with sleeve tattoos, toned arms, wearing a sports-bra style top and boy shorts.
Mia, a petite Asian-American, pixie cut, sharp cheekbones, in a sheer black babydoll.
Lena, a curvy blonde Southerner, voluptuous hips and breasts, Southern drawl, in red lace.
Raquel, a stunning Latina with long dark waves, fierce eyes, in a leather harness already strapped with an impressive silicone dildo.
Zoe, a slim, pale goth with black lipstick and fishnets.
Harper, a freckled redhead like Emma but softer, fuller curves, in emerald green satin lingerie.
Taylor, a muscular fitness-type, short-cropped hair, broad shoulders, wearing nothing at all.
They sized me up—not critically, but hungrily. “He’s cute,” Sophia said. “Soft in all the right places. You ready to be our good boy tonight?”
We talked boundaries, first. Safe word, no blood, no extreme pain, condoms on toys if needed, but they preferred bare for pegging since it was women-only on me
Emma went first. She chose the medium purple silicone dildo—thickly veined, almost obscenely lifelike—and snapped it into her harness with a soft click. The others gloved up and squirted cold, slick lube directly onto my hole; four sets of fingers worked it in at once—probing and stretching me open.
My hole pulsed around their knuckles. I crawled onto all fours, ass high, heavy balls swinging, facing the wall of mirrors so I could watch my own flushed cheeks part.
Emma knelt behind me, latex creaking, and circled my asshole with the blunt tip of her strap-on dildo until I was clenching and unclenching in anticipation. “Breathe, baby… let it happen,” she murmured.
The first push burned. A sharp, stretching fire that ripped a hoarse gasp from my throat. My fingers clawed the sheets. Then the ridge or her dildo popped past my ring and the shaft sank in, slow and inexorable, until her harness pressed flat against my ass, spreading my cheeks wide around the straps.
Fullness bloomed deep inside me, the veined length dragged heavily over my prostate with every inch. She started with gentle hip rolls, a wet slap… slap… of skin meeting skin. My cock immediately grew into an incredible erection that almost hurt. Each forward thrust punched a low, broken “unnh” out of me.
The women closed in. Mia’s small hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking it in slick, twisting pulls that made wet squelch noises. Lena’s fingernails grazed my nipples until they were swollen and stinging, she pinched hard enough that I yelped. Raquel leaned close, hot breath on my ear, purring filthy Spanish—“Mira cómo te abres para nosotras, putito…”, her words vibrating through my skull.
Emma’s breathing turned ragged. The harness base ground against her clit with every thrust; her moans rose from low growls to sharp, needy whimpers. Her rhythm stuttered, short, frantic jerks. Then she slammed deep, hips locked, and came with a long, throaty “Fuuuuck—!” Her whole body shuddered violently against my ass. I felt the harness twitch inside me as her pussy clenched around nothing. Deep, rolling tremors that made her thighs quake against mine. She stayed buried a moment, panting, then eased out with a slow, sucking pop, kissed the small of my back. “Such a good boy.”
Sophia stepped up next, buckling on the girthy flesh-toned dildo with a bulbous head and heavy girth. She flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing, hooked my knees over her shoulders. Our eyes locked as she positioned the fat head against my open hole and pushed.
The stretch was brutal! I was getting stretched further than Emma had stretched me. I groaned long and low. The new angle drilled straight into my prostate. Each deep plunge made my belly jiggle and my cock slap wetly against my stomach. She gripped my soft love handles like reins, yanking me back onto her with every snap of her hips, a hard thwack-thwack-thwack.
Mia climbed over my face, straddling me, her dripping cunt grazing across my lips and chin. I opened my mouth to taste her. She ground down, her clit bumping my nose while I sucked and lapped at her butterfly shaped pussy.
Sophia’s thrusts grew punishing, my prostate throbbed under the assault. Sophia’s jaw clenched, eyes rolling back—she came with a guttural “Oh god—yes—!” Her hips stuttered erratically, body jerking in sharp, electric shudders. A small gush of clear fluid squirted from her, splashing hot against my inner thighs. She kept grinding through the aftershocks, pumping into me with every tremor.
Mia took her turn. Her petite frame and vibrating strap-on already humming on low. She kept me in missionary style, her tiny tits bouncing as she sank her “cock” into me. The constant buzz radiated through me, making my prostate feel swollen and oversensitive. The group swarmed in on me again, hands stroking my cock in time with her quick, shallow pumps, tongues and teeth on my nipples, fingers tugging my balls.
Mia’s high-pitched “ah-ah-ah!” cries grew frantic; she came fast, back arching, a sharp scream tearing from her throat—“I’m cumming—!” Her tiny body convulsed above me as a quick stream of squirt misted the sheets below us before she collapsed forward onto me, trembling.
Lena moved slowly and sensualy. Her curved dildo was made for P-spot contact, smooth, thick, wickedly angled. She had me straddle her in a reverse cowgirl, lowering myself onto her until she bottomed out in my ass. Mirrors caught everything. Her sensual curves, my cock bobbing untouched and dripping as I rode her, my asshole stretched around the toy.
She had me grind in a slow, filthy circle, building herself deliberately with my gyrations. My hands gripped her ankles as she came languidly with a long, rolling moan that started soft and ended in a shuddering sigh, and a deep, quivering contractions that made her thighs shake.
Raquel was next. Raquel was rough and unapologetic. Her thick dark dildo, her skin gleaming with sweat…my eyes must have betrayed my desire to be on all fours again because Raquel had me get back into doggy. She delivered sharp, stinging spanks—crack-crack—that left my ass glowing red.
“Toma todo, papi,” she growled, then slammed in, balls-deep into me. Relentless pounding rocked my whole body forward as the harness slapped my cheeks with wet smack-smack-smack. She gripped my shoulders like a vise. Her climax hit like a storm. “¡Sí—coño—!” she screamed, hips jackhammering erratically. She squirted hard. Hot, forceful jets splashed onto my thighs and drenched the sheets, while her whole frame shook with violent spasms.
Zoe brought gothic intensity. Her black ridged dildo, every bump deliberate. Zoe had me lay on my side so she could enter me in a spooning position. I had never been the “small spoon” before. She had me lift my one leg up into the air so she could enter me. Emma helped hold my leg up, my toes pointed toward the mirrored ceiling. Zoe was precise, exerting punishingly deep strokes with each ridge of her dildo catching the rim of my ass on the out-stroke, and dragging over my prostate on the in-stroke. She whispered such dark filth, “Our perfect little slut… look how you grip me…” as pale fingers dug into my hip.
Her orgasm came with bitten-lip silence at first, then a low, primal wail. Her body locked tight, shuddering in long, rolling waves, keeping her dildo buried deep in me. She didn’t squirt. She just had intense, silent convulsions that made the ridges of her dildo feel even bigger inside me.
Harper was softer, almost tender. She had me sit in her lap facing her so I could ride her upward thrusts. Our bodies pressed together in the lotus position, slick with sweat. Her breasts dragged against my chest as intimate, breathy moans that built and built until she trembled hard beneath me, a soft, quivering peak, whimpering my name as she came with gentle shudders with her strap-on filling me completely.
Taylor finished me off with the largest dildo of them all. It was so thick that it made me whimper just looking at it. Mia and Harper put extra lube on and into my well fucked ass. Taylor had me lie flat on my stomach, her muscular frame blanketing mine completely.
She pressed her large “cock” into me slowly at first, then built to powerful, controlled thrusts that punched the air from my lungs with a deep thud-thud-thud against my ass.
The others surrounded me again. Kissing my neck, stroking my back, and whispering praise into my ear as Taylor pummeled my bottom with her unforgiving thrusts. Taylor’s breathing turned animal. She fucked harder and faster, until her whole body tensed and she roared, “Fuck—yes—!”
Her climax was seismic. Her hips slamming one final time as massive shudders racking her frame, a hot gush of her squirt erupted over my body and the sheets beneath us as she ground through the aftershocks, growling low against my ear.
The room smelled of sex and sweat and lube. My asshole throbbed, open and used. My body buzzed with overstimulation, cock still rock hard, untouched and desperate.
The women weren’t finished with me yet.
My asshole still open and slick, my body limp and glistening with sweat on the ruined sheets.
Emma picked up a small crystal glass from the nightstand. It was clear-cut crystal with a wide mouth and just big enough to catch every drop of my cum. She held it up, “Round two, baby,” she purred, buckling her purple dildo back on. “We’re milking that prostate until you fill this glass. No hands on your cock. Just our toys draining you dry.”
They had me kneel on the padded throne for doggy. What I didn’t notice at the beginning, was that this throne had straps fixed to it so that anyone lying across it could be fully restrained. The women made quick work of securing the straps, completely immobilizing me. The mirrors let me watch everything. My asshole gaping, the glass glinting beneath my cock, ready to catch every drop of my cum.
One by one, they took turns again, each pegging me with slow, deliberate strokes designed to grind straight into my prostate while the others steadied the vessel or stroked my thighs.
Emma went first. She slid back in, angling the veined head to press hard against that swollen gland. Firm, rhythmic grinds, no fast fucking, just deep, milking circles. “Feel me rubbing it? Give it to us.” My prostate throbbed under the constant pressure as a thick bead of pre-cum welled at my tip and fell with a soft plip into the glass.
I groaned low and long, the sound vibrating in my chest. My balls drew tight, legs trembling.
Emma’s own breathing hitched as the harness base rubbed her clit, and she came again with a shaky moan, hips stuttering, but never stopped milking me.
Another plip-plip-plip as more fluid oozed out.
Sophia took over without pulling out fully, swapping dildos seamlessly. Her girthy flesh-toned cock stretched me wider, using the fat head to knead my prostate like she was trying to wring it dry. Each slow thrust made my cock twitch untouched. “Look at it leak for us,” she growled.
The pressure built into a deep, heavy ache that spread up my spine and down my thighs. I was panting, babbling nonsense. More cum dripped steadily, thicker now—plip… plop… plip—the glass already collecting a warm, cloudy pool.
Sophia shuddered through her own orgasm, hips jerking, a small squirt misting my thigh, but she kept grinding until my moans turned hoarse.
Mia’s vibrating strap-on buzzed to life next. Tiny but vicious, she plunged into me, the low rumble vibrating straight on my gland. The sensation was electric. My prostate felt swollen and oversensitive, pulsing with every buzz. The cum poured out of me now, not drops but a thin, constant stream that trickled into the glass with soft drip-drip-drip sounds. My toes curled so hard my calves cramped.
Mia’s high-pitched cries rose again as she came fast, her tiny body convulsing, a quick flutter of squirt splashing my bound legs, but she kept the vibrations locked on target, milking me mercilessly.
Lena was sensual torture. Her curved dildo was perfectly angled as she rolled her hips in slow circles, letting the tip massage my prostate in long, dragging strokes. My whole lower body felt hot and liquid as waves of pleasure rolled through me that had nothing to do with my cock. All I could vocalize was a whimper, tears blurring my eyes from the intensity as more cum pulsed out, the glass halfway full.
Lena came again with a long, rolling moan, her thighs quivering against me.
Raquel was rougher, spanking my ass red again—crack-crack—before slamming in and using short, punishing jabs right against my swollen gland.
“Suelta todo, papi—give us every fucking drop.” Each impact made my body jolt, the pressure inside me became unbearable, like I was going to burst. My moans cracked into desperate sobs of pleasure. Cum flowed freely now, thick ropes sliding down, out of my shaft and into the glass.
Raquel exploded with a Spanish curse and a hard squirt that soaked my balls.
Zoe’s ridged black toy dragged every bump over my prostate. Precise. Relentless. She whispered dark praise while my vision blurred. “Our perfect cum-milking slut…”
My body shook uncontrollably, the glass was nearly full, the warm scent of my own fluid filled the room.
Zoe bit her lip and came with that same keening wail, her pale body locked tight.
Harper fucked me soft and sweet again, her thrusts gentle but perfectly aimed. Her sweet moans mixed with mine as she trembled through another soft orgasm.
The constant milking had me floating, delirious, cock completely soft now and still pouring.
Taylor finished me off. She drove deep, slow, powerful strokes that crushed my prostate against her toy with every thrust. The glass right under me, catching every drop that was being forced from me. My asshole clenched as the pressure crested into something huge and terrifying. “I—I can’t—” I babbled, my voice wrecked.
Then it hit.
A deep, full-body prostate orgasm crashed through me—no sharp spurts, just a heavy, pulsing flood. My asshole spasmed hard around Taylor’s cock, as thick, white ropes poured out of me in long, slow waves, filling the glass to the brim with my warm, pearly cum.
My entire body convulsed in heavy, rolling waves that started in my core and rolled outward until my toes were curling and my vision whited out.
A broken, animal moan tore from my throat—long, guttural, endless. I shook and shuddered, completely hands-free, prostate still twitching even after the flow slowed to a dribble.
I was gone.
Delirious.
Floating in a haze of overstimulation, barely aware of my own name.
They didn’t give me time to come down. Emma lifted the warm, heavy glass to my lips.
“Open up, good boy. Drink every drop you made for us.” My mouth fell open obediently. The thick, salty cum slid over my tongue—still body-warm—as I held it in my mouth, showing them my cum filled mouth while they cooed praise and stroked my body.
Emma kissed me first—deep, filthy, tongue swirling to steal half the load back. She pulled away with a string of cum connecting our lips, then turned and passed it mouth-to-mouth to Sophia, who moaned into the kiss. Sophia crawled to Mia, snowballing the creamy mess into her tiny mouth. Mia whimpered and passed it to Lena with a wet, messy kiss. Lena fed it to Raquel, who growled and pushed it back into my mouth for a second round, making me taste it all over again before I passed it to Zoe. Zoe’s dark lipstick smeared with my cum as she kissed Harper, then Harper—sweet and trembling—kissed Taylor, who finally brought the last of it back to me.
By the time they were done, my belly was warm and full of my own load, my lips and face covered with my cum, and my body still twitching from the prostate milking.
The women curled around me, kissing my cum-smeared face, whispering how beautiful I looked when I gave them everything.
I was too delirious to care about anything except how good it felt to be theirs.
The hours blurred together. I was sweat-soaked, lube everywhere, my ass pleasantly sore, and my body was spent.
All eight of them cuddled me after, wiping me down, offering water. We talked and laughed as I came out of sub-space. I left around 3 AM, legs shaky, mind blown.
Club Encounters had delivered exactly what I’d fantasized—and more.
