Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned and....
They gave me a guest card. I knew it was coming as soon as they walked through the door. People are so predictable. "Would you come into my office?" I said, escorting them through the door behind the front desk. "Please, have a seat."
I looked each of them over carefully. I was sure they'd never been here before because I'd have remembered these two. Even with their masks and costumes on they were a handsome couple. He was the reason someone coined the expression "tall, dark and handsome" and she was the epitome of a "sweet thing". He carried himself with such dignity that her was almost stoic; but she was obviously nervous and uncomfortable.
This was the one night of the year when it was hard to recognize the members of The Club. My staff and I normally recognized them all. It was important. Only members were allowed inside. The Club is exclusive, private, and discrete. Those qualities were paramount to my success.
Tonight was our annual Halloween costume party. It gives people the chance to really let out the freak they want to be. It lets them live out their fantasies. The Club was full of pimps and their hos tonight along with every superhero and character you imagined being as a kid. But as I said, these two were a more predictable pair-a priest and a nun at a sex club. I wish just once someone would surprise me at one of these parties.
They clung to each other's hand while they sat waiting for me. I told them, "There are a couple of things we need to go over before you head into The Club. First, I need to see a picture I.D. with your name and age on it. They won't be photocopied or put on file, it's just so I can protect The Club and it's members. We don't want kids getting in and we don't want anyone to be forced to participate in something they don't want to do."
"Also, I need a dollar from each of you. That dollar will retain me as your counsel. It's part of the standard membership, but since you're guests it's different for you. My being your lawyer for the purposes of the evening will prevent me from ever disclosing anything about you or your behavior here tonight. You'll be protected by attorney/client privilege. Do you want to explain that to you?"
They both shook their heads, so I went on. "In The Club no one can make you do anything you don't want to do. If you say 'no' that means no. Anyone who violates that will be removed from the premises. I will warn you though, The Group Room is normally 'no holes barred' and everybody that goes in should understand that. If you're not up for anything and everything you should stay out of there. Particularly tonight."
"The Club is divided into different rooms for different tastes. There are a lot of private rooms along with rooms where you can go watch or be watched. Of course there's the bar and dance floor too. Most nights those are relatively quiet, but on a night like tonight, don't count on it. We'll be packed and it may get crazy. Now, all over The Club there are security guards, some male-some female. Until you ask for their help, you won't notice them. Discretion is our greatest asset. But if you need one just say 'Security' and they'll be there to help you as quickly as possible. They tend to blend in, or at least they're supposed to, so don't be surprised by their appearance."
"As you can see behind you there are video monitors with cameras throughout The Club. These are for your protection and there are no recording made. Every member knows they're here and it keeps them on their best behavior...so to speak. Privacy, safety, and confidentiality are my foremost concerns. I'm here to give you a place to be uninhibited, to be free and to have fun and I take my work very seriously."
He handed me their drivers licenses and two dollars saying, "Here you go." Different last names with matching addresses confirmed another suspicion of mine-they were a couple looking to spice things up with a visit to the city's infamous sex club.
"Out there tonight you can be anyone you want to be. This is the one night of the year that you can be anyone or anything you want to be. And no matter how you would be judged out in the real world, in here no one will pass judgment on you. That's the beauty of a costume party, you can put on whatever mask you want and be someone else for the night. But as I said, I have to verify your I.D so I'll need you to take your masks off for just a second, please."
He was more handsome than I thought. Our priest was 6', 200 lbs and in good shape. His hazel eyes and chiseled features were set off by long wavy brown hair. Even in his black suit you could see he had a good physique with broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist.
She was devastatingly beautiful. The long blond hair that hung from her short habit was there in it's full splendor on her I.D. Her classic features and blue-grey eyes gave the impression that she was a young girl. But one look at her body gave her away as a full-grown woman. She was 5'10" and athletically trim with the long, lean body of a model. Even in her costume I could see her breasts rode high and firm on her body. But it was those legs and ass that made me stare. Black high heels and dark stockings showcased her long legs. It was all I could do to stop looking her up and down and go on.
"Thank you. You can put your masks back on before you go in." I said. "Oh, by the way. I've seen lots of priests and nuns over the years, but I've got to say-you guys look more authentic than any I've ever seen. Congratulations, Father and Sister."
With just the hint of a color creeping up his face he said, "Thank you."
Just like the Sisters at school she jumped in to correct me. "I'm not a nun. I'm just a novice. You don't become a nun until you've taken the final solemn vows and they only wear full robes with long habits. They don't wear anything like this.", she said brushing the short skirt down her thighs. He turned to look at her and she stopped herself saying, "But I guess you don't need to know all that."
Stepping in to save her any embarrassment I said, "Well, you both look great and you'll get a lot of attention from the crowd tonight. I hope you'll enjoy yourselves. And please let your first round of drinks be on me."
"Thank you. Your hospitality is appreciated." He said stiffly as he stood and took her hand. "I'll think we'll probably be keeping to ourselves tonight, but you never know...."
She giggled at his comment and turning back to me said, "Thank you, Sir. I'm sure we'll enjoy ourselves."
Once they had their masks back in place, I opened the back door to my office and led them out into The Club.
As most people do, they started out slowly, meandering through the rooms and looking around. It was a pattern I'd seen over and over again. After a while I sent a waitress over to take them to a curtained, private booth I had set up with cameras and microphones. She showed them that in there they could have privacy or open the curtain and invite people in to join them. Either way they could see out, but no one could see in when the curtains were closed.
Even after they got settled into the seclusion of the private booth in took them a little time to get going, but once they did it was hot. I checked in on them more than usual and when I did I couldn't take my eyes off them. They looked like they belonged together, like they were made for each other. They were obviously really into each other and she was completely willing to do anything he wanted. It was so hot.
They acted more like a couple on a first date than like long-time lovers. First they just sat and had their drinks, then they kissed and before long they were making out. In a flash their hands seem to be everywhere at once. As her head lolled back he planted soft, wet kisses up and down her long, delicate neck making her shudder with lustful anticipation.
He knew just where to touch her. Even if I didn't know they shared an address, it was obvious they were a couple. He knew every button to push and how she would react. She slid smoothly onto his lap, face-to-face, eye-to-eye, and he held her by the back of the neck as he took charge of her body. It was a slow, loving seduction that they'd probably played out dozens and dozens of times. While he was definitely leading the way, she wasn't idle.
She could only take the teasing for just so long before she switched roles and became aggressive. Twisting in his lap, she straddled him. She leaned back to open her simple grey blouse and pushed it back over her shoulders as she licked her lips. Her fingertips slid down her neck and over her breasts, stopping for a quick swirl around her nipples.
Then, just before she leaned in to kiss him again, she grabbed the tiny clasp at the front of her bra and pulled it open to expose her perfect breasts. She pulled him in for a long wet kiss then shoved his head down, rubbing her perfect tits in his face. He worshipped her tits, letting them just fill his palms, running his fingertips along their curves, then lightly teasing her nipples before he started rolling them back and forth between his thumb and fingers-pulling them to diamond hardness. I closed my eyes to force myself to look away. It was so intense and I was hard as a rock.
Before I knew what I was doing the phone to the check-in desk was in my hand. "Is Chary or Marly here yet? Well, send her in. Hell, if you can't tell them apart, send them both in."
A minute later my office door opened to one of the hottest things I've ever seen. Twin sisters, either of who could be centerfold material, walked in my door. I should say one walked in because only one of them was walking. The other was crawling in on her hands and knees at the end of a long leash. The dom was holding the leash attached to the sub's collar and swinging a small cat-o-nine tails. Every step or two she'd either let it slap against her thigh or against her twin's upturned ass.
"Sorry, we were slow coming in but some bitches are hard to train.", the dom said lightly slapping her sister's ass with the whip. She pulled the collar close and her sister curled up around her leg, reaching up with her hands and stroking her mistress' thigh. They both wore thigh-high leather boots, long leather gloves and collars, the dom in black, the sub in white. Masks matched the color of their boots. They wore the masks like oversized headbands so they covered the moles just next to their eyes. Those moles were mirror images of each other and the only way to tell which twin was which.
They both wore two more bands of cloth around their bodies, one over their breasts and one on their hips. Their surgically enhanced C cups breasts needed no support and stood straight out from their chests against the soft material. Whether it was from the cool air in my office or arousal, their nipples jutted out, looking like they ached to be used and abused. Their skirts were slung low on their hips and hugged the curve of their tight little butts ending just below the point of total exposure. The overall affect was amazing.
"You two look so fine. And any other time I'd want to know which was which. But all I want right now is for one of you to start sucking my cock."
The sub immediately jumped in asking, "May I please do it, Ma'am? May I suck his cock?"
"Tell him how much you want it. If you can convince us that you really want it, then you can suck him, Bitch."
"Thank you, Ma'am.", she said and crawled over to me. "Please, Sir, let me suck your big, thick cock. I'll do it so good. I promise you'll love it. I'll lick it and kiss it and then I'll take it deep into my throat. You can even fuck my face. I swear to swallow every drop of your sweet come or you can shoot it all over me if you want."
