I had never been in a libertine club, but I'm already convinced that very few clubs are as discreet as this one. Nothing outside is made to attract newcomers, and apparently the entrance has to be negotiated. Unless it was because they were bringing some unknown girl that Pierrick had to leave us alone in the cold? But once inside, it feels like we are in a different world, out of time as much as out of fashion. A young woman takes my coat off and puts it in the checkroom, she appears to be working here but she is extremely well dressed. Very politely and without any judgment in her eyes she wishes me a good evening. Where in the world am I?
The interior of the club is vast and dark, the walls are covered in tapestry with abstract motifs. Wall-mounted luminaires are regularly aligned, delivering a dim lighting. Apart from some cushioned armchairs dispatched here and there, there are just padded benches all along the walls, and a bar. The bartender is sophisticated but he seems to have been instructed to stay invisible. There is a lot of free space and It's clearly not a place to eat or drink or dance; if you do not know why you are here, you would probably feel like this place was not completely furnished.
Earlier in the car, I was wondering if I would meet someone I would know, I was afraid to meet the parents of a friend, or even worse someone from my family. That would have been very embarrassing. I do find a familiar face, but it's only my French teacher from high school. I would have never thought she would have a sex life, especially a kinky sex life, she was always so austere with her strict clothing. I'm quite happy to see her here, she will certainly not tell anyone about me. I'm not even sure she would recognize me at all, many years have passed and I have changed a lot since then. I no longer wear large sweaters to cover my body, or trousers to hide my legs. My hair is long, my eyes show my confidence, and I'm proud to put my body on display, especially tonight.
My friends take my arm and lead me to the bar where I'm given a glass of white Sauvignon. Then I'm introduced to different people, all of them very classy and elegant. I thought I would make a sensation with my dress but it's apparently a very normal choice for this kind of event; it's probably why neither Pierrick not Benedicte made any comment on my appearance so far. The men I see tonight are not all wearing tuxedos but they are all very fancy in their own way. And the women are all extremely gracious and sexy, some are barely covering their body but the smart use of stylish accessories and jewelry takes away any possible vulgarity. It's no surprise that there are less women than men, and I'm clearly the youngest here. Some people seem to be in their thirties, but most are in their fifties. There's even introduced to a couple of elderly people comfortably sitting on a chair, Mr. and Mrs. Duchêne, a rich and aristocratic married couple.
The discussions here are very cordial. Everyone presents themselves with their full name, even though they don't know me, I'm even given some business cards. But I realize that they never reveal too much details about their private life. As I'm slowly drinking my glass of wine, I notice people staring at me, everyone around me is looking at me and I understand that they are actually waiting for me to finish my drink. That would be the signal to get the party going. And I don't want to wait any longer so I empty my glass and puts it back on the counter. I can feel the temperature rising immediately, I feel hands softly caressing my back, I see ladies touching gentlemen, gentlemen touching ladies. Some gentlemen are also touching each other, and some ladies are doing the same. Nobody is idle, I see my former teacher sensually kissing Benedicte, even the old man, and his wife are touching everyone who come near them. As I want to honor them, I also get closer to let them salute me. Except that instead of a hand shake, it's a pussy grab.
The night is getting warmer but everyone is still dressed for now. A woman draws me to her and starts to dance with me. This woman is absolutely gorgeous, I don't remember seeing a more beautiful woman in my life, and I can't take my eyes off of her. This divine creature, that I will call Medusa in this story, clearly knows the effect she has on other people, and on me specifically. She plays with me as if I was her toy doll, caressing me, kissing me, undressing me, and I'm so hypnotized by her pretty eyes that I quickly find myself naked. I should have felt embarrassed, or at least intimated, usually when I flash my naked body to strangers, I do it after I've planned an exit way if things go sour. But Medusa has a way to make me feel good, her gaze on me, her perfume, her breathe on my mouth, I know I can't get away from her, but I also know that I wouldn't leave for all the money in the world.
Medusa keeps on playing with me, she is now making me dance, I sway and swing my body, until she is satisfied of me and allows me to turn around and face my audience. I'm finally free from her grip but filled with lust. I feel proud and strong to be the object of desire of all these important people, and I do not hesitate to masturbate in front of them. I feel Medusa in my back, I do not dare to turn around but I make a step back to push my body against hers, and with my hands I touch her legs and butt, I lift her dress until I can feel her pubes rubbing against my ass. Someone must be helping her as I feel her dress falling to the ground while her two hands are on my tits. Then things got wild really fast.
Two minutes later and we are all naked. Couples are made and unmade, and then made again after changing partners. Couples of two, three, four, sometimes five at the same time. A man with a serious hard-on comes towards me, I don't know hum but I kneel to take his penis in my mouth, while Medusa is still behind me, her fingers messing with my hair. She pushes me forward as if she wanted me to swallow that cock even more, unless it's just a backslash as I can feel a man pounding her in my back. A few moments later the man puts his dick out of my mouth to visit someone else, Medusa also forgets about me. I'm alone for a second, and I don't want more rest than that.
On all fours I join another group in front of me. A man is turning his back on me, I believe he is fucking Benedicte, and I find his butt right under my nose. My primitive brain does not need thinking right now and I grab that ass and starts to kiss and lick it. I feel the man's legs opening a little, it's a sign that he invites me to dig deeper so I put my tongue right in his asshole and starts to make love to it. I want to give to that asshole all the joy an asshole can get. Suddenly I feel that I'm being lifted in the air, a man saw my unfucked bottom and pulled me to have my vagina in front of his cock. Then he penetrates said vagina with said cock. I couldn't even see a tiny little piece of my lover, and not knowing who is inside me turns me on even more.
But apparently the rule here is to change partners a lot, so I'm once again left alone, but I'm immediately taken again by others. I sometimes encounter Pierrick and Benedicte, at random, I almost put my whole fist inside my old teacher's vagina, I even spend a sweet moment with the couple of elderly, sucking Mister's penis who cannot get completely hard anymore, and licking Miss' wrinkled pussy. They remain seated in their armchairs, as they are too old to join the others in such crazy sex. There are less people playing with them, but I haven't seen them alone one moment since we started. And I want to play with them too, I don't even care that they are probably three times my age, I just want to ride that old man, while I suck his wife's nipples. One good thing about growing old is that the wife does not need to get closer to hand me her saggy boobs!
After that sweet break, I get back to the pack of younger stallions, in particular two of them who want to fuck me together. I wonder if they are a couple, because their moves are almost synchronized, they both went to check the level of lubrification in my holes, they both entered me at the same time, they even fuck me together. I have now two dicks inside me, my pussy and my ass belong to them now, and I don't even realize that this is my first real sodomy. It actually feels normal at this moment, as if I had dreamed of this for so long that my body and my brain were convinced that I have been through that already. Our scene gets the attention of other men who gather in front of me, offering me more phallus that my tiny mouth can suck, more penises than my tiny hands can jerk off. And the rhythm of my two lovers leaves me breathless, I can barely put a glans inside my mouth, and I'm certainly poorly demonstrating my skills in sucking and hand job.
That forest of dicks in front of me prevents me from seeing what the others are doing. I can only assume that the few remaining men have to please all the other women. But this is an assumption I make now, as I'm writing this, at the time my brain was completely numb. I had more orgasms than I can count, and it's getting so intense that my orgasms start to feel like cramps. I hear midnight ringing, but I'm not Cinderella and my ride will not turn into a pumpkin. In this place, it's the men who transform into cum machines. And apparently, they want me to be their cum container.
One after the other, every men come to ejaculate on my face. The amount of sperm on me is bigger than what I probably had in my whole life. I have sperm in my hair, sperm in my eyes, I even have sperm inside my nose, dripping directly in my throat. Even the old man came, helped by two fellow fuckers, to honor me with his antique semen. Medusa did the hand job herself, using all the precautions in the world to make the old man cum without hurting him. I am drenched in cum from head to toe, and a part of me was worried that other women would be jealous, but it's the other way around. I can't see much now, but I hear everyone cheering and clapping for me, and I realize it was their welcome git to me.
The party is over now, our body temperature is back to normal, and people are starting to leave the club. On the floor is a mix of sweat, pussy juices and male cum, a strong smell of sex is still present and I wonder how long it will take to remove it. Many people are coming to me, telling me that they enjoyed my presence and hope that I will come back. I wish that wholeheartedly! I feel so good that I even refused to remove the semen from my face. It has dried and my hair is a mess, and I pledge to whoever will listen that I want to sleep like that. We finally get our coats from the checkroom and the pretty hostess smiles as she sees me still naked. This time my dress is intact and I don't want to ruin it with my filthy body. Pierrick suggested that I could walk back to the car just wearing my coat and being naked underneath. As you can imagine, I immediately loved that idea.
We are in the street now, and the cold temperature reminds me that we are still in early February, in the middle of the night. I feel a cold breeze attacking my legs, running up my legs, I can sense my nipples getting rock hard. The streets are not empty yet, and I try a few times to open my coat to give a nice surprise to some people, but it's really too cold and I can only flash very briefly. Walking naked in the streets is an incredible feeling, I definitely want to do more of it in a few months, when the weather will be more friendly. We arrive to the car and on the way back, Pierrick and Benedicte are chatting as if this night was just a normal night for them.
