The Club

Matt

After taking the full tour, I filled out the paperwork and paid my first membership fee. It was more than my mortgage payment, but it was going to be worth it! It was all I could do not to rush right back in after I'd signed. Instead, I shook hands with Sir Hillary, and left in a dignified manner. I thought about the quickie room and full services provided the whole way home, and the second I arrived at my house I sat down and had a long hard wank.

Two days later I was back, and after a perfunctory hello to the gentlemen I had met so far, I headed straight back to the quickie room. I loved being able to skip the preliminaries and just get myself off when I felt like it. I had always had a secret fantasy about women submitting to me, just bending over and taking it when I told them to. Of course, that's not really approved of in this day and age! I was more than happy to pay to be treated the way I wanted- that way it was a win-win.

This time as I entered the room, there were two other men using it already. It was a big room, and the alcoves were angled so everybody had a bit of privacy, but I could still see what was going on. An older man I thought I recognized was making long slow thrusts into the cunt in the 'legs up' alcove, and a younger man was leaning over another one, using his weight to push in as deep as he could.

I chose my niche- this one had the woman on her side, legs together, so that her bare slit was squeezed tight. My cock was already hard as I took it out and slid in, suppressing a moan as I did. The hole was smooth, wet and tight, just like the others. I slid in and out of it slowly at first, relishing the feeling, and the fact that I hadn't had to spend half an hour talking to the woman first. My cock was warmly enveloped, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. I started pulling all the way out and then shoving in hard- my last girlfriend hadn't liked it, and I loved using this hole any way I felt like it.

A loud slapping noise broke the silence in the room as the older man started hitting his cunt. He had stopped moving, and was slapping every surface he could, harder and harder, as the hole he was in contracted around him. I'd learned that a good slap always made the holes tighten. The man grunted loudly and gripped with both hands as he came in the hole, taking his time to make sure every drop of cum had left his balls. Then he pulled out, zipped up, and left.

I started slapping mine too, impatient to shoot my load. The cunt squeezed even tighter, as I expected. I shoved a dry finger into the offered asshole, hard, and it squeezed even more, I added a second finger and curved them towards where I could feel my cock sliding in. I used my fingers to tease my cock into a long cum, spurt after spurt of jizz pumping out of it.

As I pulled out and left the room (via a discrete hand wash sink), I saw the young man fucking his hole violently, using all of his strength to slam it in. I smiled, knowing how my next visit was going to go.

I spent a full half hour in the sumptuous reading room before I felt the urge again. In truth, I spent most of that half hour thinking about how good it would feel to really slam into a woman, not worry at all if it was going to hurt her. I had a good look around the (now empty) room, and chose a bitch who was bent almost fully over, her holes positioned at just the right height.

I took my cock out and stroked it until it was rock hard, then I held it up to the offered asshole and pushed it steadily in. The hole gripped me like a vise, and I had to really push to get in balls deep. It was so tight I was sure that fucking it would chafe my cock, so I held still and slapped the ass and cunt. The asshole convulsed around me fantastically, and I wondered how I'd ever lived without this club. I pulled out and let a big gob of spit land right in the open hole. Another thing my ex didn't allow, I thought to myself, as I spat a second time for good measure.

I slid my cock back in, and this time I started fucking it right away. I fucked like I meant it, each thrust slamming my hips into her ass, and my sack hitting the bald slit below. I gradually picked up speed, both hands now gripping her hips hard as I pistoned in and out with all my strength. Any other girl would have made me stop by now, but this was a professional, and she took it like a champ- I didn't hear a sound. I felt powerful, and entitled, and incredibly horny as I took what I deserved. This asshole was here for my sole enjoyment, and I loved it.

I looked around to check I was still alone, then started grunting louder and louder as I slammed in, feeling like a caveman mating his bitch. I was panting hard, using every muscle I had to fuck this hole, not letting up for a second. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I bottomed out and came with a long, hoarse groan. My cock exploded, pumping sperm out so hard I imagined it spraying out the woman's mouth. Spray after spray jetted out of me as I held myself in, hard. The hole was so tight that not a drop escaped, it just sank deeper into her bowels. My cock twitched as the last pumps left me, and I reached down to squeeze every last drop out.

I stayed in the hole until I caught my breath, then I pulled slowly out to inspect my handiwork. The asshole was bright pink and gaping wide open. If I looked in I could just see my white jizz piled inside it. The woman stayed obediently still while I inspected her. As an afterthought, I stuck a finger into her slit- it was sopping wet. I guess there really is a job out there for everybody, because this bitch had clearly loved being used as a fuckhole. I closed the curtain, washed my hands, and went back to my book.