How did the Barn Swallow Club get started, you ask?
Today there are five thousand members, twenty-five to thirty girls employed as "Swallows", and countless videos of cum swallowing contests and oral orgies compiled over the last thirty years. The Barn Swallow Club is a legend, one of the most renowned secret sex clubs in the world, but it had a very humble and controversial beginning.
It's establishment is a long, sordid tale full of drama, controversy, exploitation, awkward occurrences, accidental incest, cheating wives, cum hungry sluts and money hungry whores. There were anonymous orgies involving unlikely participants, and one lonely rich kid who just wanted his dick sucked and his cum swallowed. (That's me, by the way.)
I guess the stars were aligned and the area and people were ripe and ready for something wild to distract them from their boring lives. Here is the steamy, dramatic and sometimes disturbing story of how the Barn Swallow Club got started, and the skinny on all the characters who started it.
I am mostly to blame, but I must give credit where credit is due. If it hadn't been for one cum-starved cheating whore, the Barn Swallow Club never would have happened.
Without further adew, here is the Barn Swallow Club's origin story, with every blow by blow and swallow by swallow detail.
It all started in 1992...
Running a small factory is full of stress and headaches. My father started it before my younger sister and I were born. So, just before I graduated college when both my parents were killed in a plane crash, I was forced to quit just before graduating and head back to Newark, New Jersey, my home town, to run his factory.
My sister remained in college, but I informed her she would be working with me right after she graduated. Diane agreed to those terms, but that still left me to run the factory until she joined me.
Hell, I didn't know the first thing about manufacturing power tools, but the factory practically ran itself, so I survived and headed the company without doing too much damage.
After about a year, working sixty to seventy hours a week, the factory was doing well, but I was frustrated as hell.
I had a lot of money, but no personal life.
I considered seducing my secretary, Maria Cordeiro. She was the only attractive female I ever came in contact with on a daily basis, and she seemed to like me. Maria was a cute little mousey thing, with glasses and a very reserved and professional demeanor. Still, behind those glasses was a very attractive young woman. She had long, full and very thick black hair, which she often tied up in large, unruly buns, a great looking body and a slight space between her front teeth that gave her a friendly and quite adorable smile.
Sometimes I would catch Maria staring at me in what seemed like admiration. Whenever I would notice her staring like that, she would quickly avert her eyes, and act as if I had caught her doing something wrong.
Still, she was my employee and I didn't want to shit where I ate. So, with no other options, I found a local escort service and I began ordering escorts.
Several different girls began showing up at my office, one every single day at lunch and I would get a nice blow job from some of them, but only two would swallow my cum, so they became my regulars.
Those two escorts took care of my needs for several months like that, but I needed more.
Seeing a girl swallow cum is my kink, so I enlisted several of my horny factory workers to volunteer and convinced one of the escorts to swallow all their loads every day before she swallowed mine.
She was reluctant at first, but I paid her two hundred for every load swallowed and that lucky girl started leaving my office with twelve hundred to sixteen hundred dollars a day.
My workers were pretty happy with the situation, too. There were five of them, and Candy, the red-headed escort, was blowing all five of them and drinking their cum on a daily basis. Then, after I watched them all get their cocks sucked on closed circuit TV, Candy would come in and swallow my cum, too.
I would pay her what I owed for the day and she would leave with a pocket full of cash and a tummy full of cum. Everyone was happy.
After several weeks of this, there were seven more workers who wanted to get in on the lunch time blowjob action, but there were too many problems with that.
First off, it took almost an hour for Candy to blow the five guys she was already blowing. Secondly, this was way too expensive as it was. Paying Candy sixteen hundred a day was already digging a hole in my company's limited petty cash and expense accounts.
I had to tell their supervisor to tell them no.
That did not go over well. The supervisor, an older man named Tony Pezza, had been one of the seven guys who had wanted in on the action and he ended up quitting on me in protest.
Who the hell quits over not getting daily blowjobs? It was ridiculous.
So, needing to fill his position, I posted a vacancy and began interviewing supervisor candidates from within the company. It was an excellent position and paid well, but I needed a man or a woman that wouldn't have a problem with maintaining my blowjob club as it was, unmolested and uninhibited, so to speak. Watching a girl drink multiple loads of cum had become an obsession for me by then, and, after all, I was the boss and I wanted things to stay just like they were. So, I confessed my kink to each applicant I interviewed and dictated the rules to all of them.
I interviewed six people. Several of them agreed to my terms and, after eliminating a few I didn't trust at all, I ended up with three viable candidates for that supervisor position.
One was a gay man named Freddie and I was leaning toward promoting him. Another was a woman named Prissy, short for Priscilla apparently, but she seemed a bit uptight about the blowjob club and had a lot of questions. I answered them as respectfully as possible, but Prissy left the interview looking a bit bewildered.
She had assured me she was fine with everything, and had said she wanted the position, so I was still thinking about promoting her, but there was something going on in her head. I could tell she had reservations, and after she departed I worried she would report me to some labor board or quit and sue me for sexual harassment or something.
Then there was Dominic Ventulo. Dom was a young hard working employee who claimed he had just gotten married to a beautiful blonde and had no interest in cheating on her. I took him at his word, but he was a bit too young for that position, so I intended to promote Freddie, the gay guy.
I came in the next morning after the interviews and my secretary buzzed me about an hour before lunch. Over the intercom she said, "Uh, Mr. Chamberland (that's me), I have a young lady here to see you. She says she's Dominic Ventulo's wife."
