The Fuck Many Club was started by some friends of Angel's: B.J., Zebragirl, and Fuck. Angel is the fourth member of the club, and the third member to pay her dues, really the only "requirement" for joining. The only rule of the club is to fuck as many, as often, as possible.
There are no "don'ts" in the club. The girls will fuck married men (if the men don't care why should the ladies?), and other women etc.
So, shortly after being invited to join the club, Angel paid her dues in a rather unexpected way:
Angel had recently had a flood, and her insurance company had called a disaster restoration company to come in and dry out the flooded area, and get started on the rebuild. Because her work hours were unpredictable, Angel had given the Foreman, Julian, the electronic code for her front door lock. It turns out, she was quite happy that she had.
The first time she had seen Julian, Angel had felt the pull of attraction. He was tall, and huskily built, but very attractive and strong looking. Over the course of several meetings, the pair had begun quite a flirtation, eventually graduating to quite graphic and open discussions about sex: fantasies, preferred positions etc.
Julian had no reason or right to use the front door code Angel had given him during the flood emergency on this particular day. However, he was a little frustrated at leaving Angel's house with a bad case of blue balls on more than one occasion. He looked to the left, but saw no one around at the neighbour's house. He HAD knocked, but even the dogs hadn't made a peep. Her truck was in the driveway, and it WAS "only" 9am. Half his brain (and his cock) were telling him to go for it, the other half of his brain was telling him that this could cost him his job.
He punched in the code to the remote lock, and opened the door. He could hear the living room T.V. and went to the bottom of the stairs - but saw no one. More importantly: no dogs. They must be locked in the sunroom out back, he thought to himself.
Feeling a little sneaky, but not yet compelled to call out, he continued up the stairs. He stopped on the landing, but only for a second: he already knew she wasn't in the living room or the kitchen. He knew exactly where she was, and the anticipation of finding her was giving him butterflies.
He continued up the stairs. He paused at the door to her bedroom, taking a deep breath, then pushed the door open and entered the room.
She lay asleep on the bed, curled on her side facing him. Her long brown hair was spread like a veil on the pillow. She wore a low necked t-shirt, and for a moment he watched the tops of her creamy breasts rise and fall as she breathed. He imagined kissing her there, slipping his tongue between those beautiful orbs and breathing in the sultry, sleep-warmed scent of her. He felt his cock stir inside his jeans.
As he approached the bed, Angel sighed and rolled onto her back. He sat down on the bed beside her and watched her sleep. 'What am I doing' Julian wondered to himself, but he couldn't talk himself into leaving the room. He had to touch her....smell her....feel her.
He reached out and ran his finger down the line of her cleavage. Her skin was so warm and smooth, again he imagined the scent of her and realized his cock was at full attention.