The club was the obvious choice for them as Elizabeth had repeatedly expressed her desire to engage in interracial sex but wanted to be safe and discrete. They'd discussed these cravings for probably two or three years now, exploring them via spoken fantasies and role-play but now at the age of twenty eight it had got to a point where they had to go a stage further in a controlled way before (or so Mark thought) Elizabeth would decide to do it anyway possibly behind his back.
The club was called Hooked and it specifically catered for the interracial needs of married women. It was a members only club but Elizabeth had applied and received a 'taster evening' pass which would allow her and Mark one night to see if it was the place for them. She'd done the research on the club and decided it was just what she wanted; her satisfaction while Mark was somewhere else, watching but not seen. Once inside their booking was checked and then they were escorted directly to the appropriate areas: Mark was shown into a tiny booth and asked to remove his trousers and boxers, which he did before squeezing into the room, facing forward. When the door was closed the integral seat forced behind his knees and he had to sit down. he found himself in a seat with a head rest which kept him looking forward and he had little space between his face and the first of three thick glass panels.
A light inside the other room went on and he saw a bedroom with satin sheets and a desk to one side. The light coming in allowed him to look at the booth and he found he had no room to do anything except sit and face forward except for a small space near his cock to allow him to play with himself. There was a stainless steel funnel to capture any spillage. The room was rather claustrophobic as he was unable to get out unless released from outside and there was also a faint smell which he'd rather no dwell on.
Elizabeth entered the room ahead along with a simply huge black man; who must have been six foot eight tall and sculptured. A speaker picked up their words.
"Elizabeth, my name's Clay. I'm your date for this evening and if all works out possibly into the future as well. Now I know you'll be nervous but obviously you would not be here if you didn't want to have sex so let's start by undressing." Mark watched as Elizabeth removed her lovely short dress revealing her hold-ups, lace knickers and bra then the man took off his shirt, trousers and shoes before discarding his boxers with a flourish. His cock was huge and hung in a curve before him but was already straightening as he took her beautiful figure in.
He then unclipped her bra and without her moving he bent down and slipped her knickers to her ankles then removed them along with her heels. She looked at his cock now eleven inches and still hardening and with a little glance at the man she took it I her hand and began to pump it. It was rock hard and so much bigger than anything she'd had before she couldn't help smiling a little. This was what she'd fantasied about for the past several years.
"Do you climax?" Clay asked.
"Yes." She answered a little confused.
"Some women don't before they come here." He explained. "We solve that problem for them as well as a lot of other ones! Now how many times do you climax when you make love to your husband?"
"Err... once or twice."
"Always?" he pressed
"Well not always but usually once..."
"What's the most?" He pushed.
"I... well twice I suppose, I don't ever remember more but that's because it's... well pretty tiring!" The man laughed and shook his head.
"Tonight we'll go for five minimum but tell you what if I give you ten tonight you must promise to join the club immediately and agree a date with me next weekend!" Elizabeth laughed at this. He waited until Marks wife replied.
"Ten? OK, ten orgasms and I'll see you again next weekend... and we'll join the club!"
"Great. Now let's get you started!" he eased her to a sitting position on the bed and Mark could see she was now very anxious. He banged on the glass but of course nothing happened, they could not hear him. Clay pulled her legs a little wider then got to his knees and began to very gently kiss around her sex which got her moaning. His mouth then parted and he flicked his tongue against her sex and she gasped. Mark watched as the big man began to nibble and suck on her clitoral hood until she was gyrating as her head fell back on the bed. Suddenly as his tongue parted her lips she climaxed with a small sob.
"That's one!" Clay teased. "From now on call out the number. Start now." He was laughing so was Elizabeth.
"Ok... one!" She offered. Clay resumed his slow torture of her sex until she was writhing again only this time he moved up her body and kissed her on the lips then adjusted himself and pushed the head of his cock into her folds.
"Aaah!" She gasped as it stretched her beyond what she was used to. Clay chuckled again moved away and returned with some lubricant. Standing so she could see him he covered his huge twelve in cock with it then added some to his fingers and pushed then gently into her getting another groan in response. He continued this on her sensitive opening until she gasped and gave a shudder.
"Say it!" The man laughed.
"Two!" Elizabeth blurted as she sucked in air. She was so aroused her body felt more alive than ever before in her life. Clay put the bottle down and resumed his probing this time his cockhead went in an inch and she cried out as she was stretched wide open. He eased out a little then back in and repeated this a dozen or so times until around a third of his cock was inside her. She felt fuller than ever before. He began to move, gently fucking her and getting her to respond in kind until he was now seven inches inside her and she fell beyond full. He then withdrew almost fully then went back in and out again until the tip was only just touching her sex.
"Please!" She gasped urgently.
"You want me back in?"
