The Club Ch 02 17

Procuress of the Menu's Soiree

The Club's contract for its country estate was signed in early spring. Blueprints were drawn up and renovations began. My cousin, Bizz Man, was designated as the overall Project Manager. But each of you other three gentlemen on the Real Estate Acquisition Committee also made periodic hard hat inspections.

I'm sure each of you had private thoughts on these walk throughs about how best to initiate this magnificent property, recollecting the club's third-floor library Sunday evening of unbridled sexual pleasures. You most assuredly are the horndog foursome! Again, it was Cyber Man who made the suggestion and the rest of you enthusiastically agreed that a private initiation of this grand estate was called-for.

As Procuress of the Menu, I asked my cousin's permission to tour the property during its renovation, mainly to be inspired for creating an extravaganza of lewd pleasures. You are to meet me there, and we will do a walk about. I am quite taken by the beauty of the estate's salon. Opulence! Pure opulence! Could that salon, with its massive wood-carved folding doors and ample space, be divided into more intimate spaces? I have an idea.

The haggard, hot days of late August eventually melded into a colorful fall scene, and the club's country estate was ready for occupancy. The move in of administrative offices and kitchen set up could best be described as organized chaos, with the newly hired head chef being a bit on the temperamental side. Finally, move in day had arrived, with a parade of vans queued for unloading along the estate's horseshoe shaped, tree lined drive. And now the grand opening has been scheduled.

Because Cyber Man had a pressing business travel schedule, I was entrusted with the sacred task of creating an evening of sensual pleasures and promiscuity. Cyber Man provided me his personal contact. However, when I placed the call regarding menu options, there was a long "on hold" pause. I'm sure this contact was validating my legitimacy back with Cyber Man -- and pretty darn incredulous that a woman would be the liaison for -- should we say, an interesting business arrangement of choosing sex menu options for four gents.

Grand opening festivities, along with ribbon cutting by the club's President, is now slated for Saturday afternoon. Club member families have been invited to tour the grand estate; have lunch; and then enjoy its many outdoor amenities. Little does anyone suspect that there will also be a Friday evening initiation! With the sophistication of this club's membership, perhaps we should refer to this event as the Friday Night Soiree.

As Procuress, I narrowed the menu of sensual pleasures, then sent the choices out. I also suggested that I had something akin to a half hour of foreplay in mind as general entertainment. The engagement was, again, a two-hour affair. My foursome agreed with this proposal and certainly had their curiosity piqued as to what the forthcoming evening, with foreplay, would entail.

Here's what was returned as choices from the menu of offered carnal indulgences:

Chrysanthemum Tea [Mi-Cha] (Beautiful Girl)...Selected by U-Man

Babyccino (Cappuccino minus caffeine) [Desiree]...Selected by Bizz Man

Café DuJour...To Be Selected by the Procuress of the Menu for Cyber Man

Café Miel [Taylor)]...Selected by Legal Man

Because of this committee's work, I have arranged with the President for you gentlemen to arrive and stay over Friday evening. No one else will be present, as I have asked that all of the estate staff be dismissed early afternoon. As Procuress of the Menu, you have not heard from me in quite some time, except for this morning's texting to assure that each of your arrivals is on schedule. I have also asked you to gather by the closed salon doors promptly at 6:55 p.m., hopefully enjoying your favorite cocktails and hors d'oeuvres at a self-service bar just outside the salon.

Through the door's peephole, I now see that the four of you are present, and somewhat nervously pacing in anticipation. At precisely 6:59 p.m., music can be heard, along with the staccato of my footsteps moving inside towards the salon doors. I rotate the brass door knobs, thereby swinging those massive salon doors wide open. "Good evening, distinguished gentlemen" is my welcoming greeting, posing in the doorway dressed in my satin mini skirt and tightly buttoned jacket with overflowing chi-chis.

"I am your Mistress of Ceremonies. Please take a seat, so our show may begin. After this ménage � trois foreplay program, each of you will then be escorted upstairs to your individual bedroom suites, where your menu choice awaits you."

The four gentlemen stroll into the salon through a forest of floor-to-ceiling translucent, fluttering fabric panels. A small portable stage is at the center, flanked by four leather chairs - one positioned on each side. It is not often that I have witnessed you gaping and speechless. The salon has truly been transformed and the stage lighting is now dimmed.

A soft spotlight suddenly comes alive and is directed to center stage. Soft music emanates throughout the salon. The dais begins to rotate. Then SHE appears --the perfect specimen of feminine pulchritude in the buff.

Diva Girl is making her turns on stage, throwing out kisses. Her red-auburn hair cascades down the center of her back. Her crotch is clean shaven and her extended fingernails are elaborately adored with deep maroon-colored polish and glued gemstones. As she lifts her arms overhead, her breasts pull up to reveal deeply tanned, rippling muscles. Her body glistens with oils.

Two nude men quietly appear from the sidelines; one is a beefy, toffee-brown skinned guy with his evident hard-on, crowned with a pinkish glans. The other is a muscular, bullnecked dude with artsy tattoos wrapping around his arms, buttocks, and thighs. It's evident that his erection is ready for Diva Girl.

Our center stage goddess has the privilege of deciding which man for which orifice, to begin tonight's fucking exhibition. Diva Girl beckons to Mr. Beefy. Her finger nails reach back to spread her butt cheeks wide apart, to best view that dark-skinned shaft penetrating her in rhythmic thrusts. While our goddess is on her knees being screwed, Tattoo Man's dick has found her succulent lips and warm mouth moisture.

A blur of orgy undulations keeps my gentlemen's eyes riveted to the stage action. Slouched in those leather chairs and sipping your drinks, it's OK to ball off. Go ahead! Pleasure yourselves, but remember there is a Part Two of tonight's entertainment!

Before Diva Girl's sex partners trade places, your goddess makes a round of each of your four chairs, inviting you to pet her thighs and finger her clit. She then returns to the dais, with Tattoo Man's pecker slipped into her anus. Her creamy pink ass and upturned vulva offer an arousing banging exhibition, while the second dude's engorged schlong presses deep into the back of Diva Girl's throat.

Reaching the threshold of yet another climax, Diva Girl drops down flat onto the stage as her two partners quicken their yank offs, shooting cum into the air and awash across themselves, as well as spraying her face and body. Here's to bukkake with a chorus of orgasmic groans!

The performance ends.

For a moment, neither actors nor audience move a muscle. There is just the sound of music over silence. Having observed this show from against a darkened wall, your Mistress of Ceremonies emerges from the shadows after this Act One ménage � trois' performance. Act Two will be the much-anticipated private tête-� -tête sessions.

"Please follow your assigned attendant" are my whispered words of instruction. "I will be accompanying you, Cousin Bizz Man." We exit the salon two-by-two. Each gentleman is trailing closely behind his assigned escort. How could you not lech after those flouncy black skirts, barely covering shapely derrieres sashaying up the staircase?

Friday Evening: Second Act

Chrysanthemum Tea [Mi-Cha] (Beautiful Girl)...Selected by U-Man. U-Man? Please allow your escort to accompany you to Room 210. Then the door opens, and the escort quietly shuts it behind U-Man.

Dr. U-Man's business trip to Seoul had certainly been hectic, with the company that was courting his biomed engineering expertise providing him full escort services from landing to his return flight home. He was amazed with such a modern, electrifying city, juxtaposed against ancient shrines. His time was occupied with business meetings, karaoke room bars, Asian beers, bibimbap food sampling and some brief downtown walking tours. Massage parlors and "kiss rooms" were easily accessible, if you only knew where to look. Unfortunately, U-Man had little free time on his hands, but certainly fantasized after beautiful women he saw on the streets. Returning to his hotel room after some really long days, his tired body, with a nightly hard-on, fell directly into bed.

Now, over 6,000 miles returning back home, the opportunity to be intimately with such a woman was directly before him in Room 210. Mi-Cha smiled as he walked towards her; U-Man was absolutely blown away. This would be his first ever intimate encounter with an Asian woman.

With the initial kiss, she began undressing him. His shirt was quietly unbuttoned so Mi-Cha could tenderly kiss his nipples. Then U-Man's belt was skillfully unfastened and his zipper slowly pealed downwards. The long, slender hands of this diminutive woman cupped his ever-enlarging erection, as she bent down to begin dick sucking like no sensation U-Man had ever experienced before.

His pants immediately dropped to the floor and his back arched so that his penis thrust into the back of her mouth. He was large sized to enter such a petite lady. But, Mi-Cha played her tongue in sensuous rhythms across his shaft, with her hands teasing his testicles into submission to her wishes. It was all U-Man could do not to ejaculate in the first fifteen minutes of their encounter. Lordy!

His restraint was so that he could explore her body, with its ivory skinned pubic mound crowned with its nest of straight, black hairs. Mi-Cha's labia outer lips were a deep caramel sugar color, surrounding her pinkish clit. U-Man had her spread eagle on the massive bed, so he could stretch between her legs for a close-up view of her genitals. Using both hands, he tenderly fingered her labia open, with his lips enveloping her clit. His fingers inching back and forth up her vagina caused Mi-Cha to voice a series of sexy, deep throated moans.

U-Man no longer hesitated. He mounted to experience first time intercourse with this Asian beauty. Her constricting cunt did it to him. Hers was one helluva tight pussy! He climaxed, then went limp. However, it wasn't long after he withdrew that another erection was very much becoming evident. Mi-Cha's initiated her blowjob to his semen coated cock head, then turned over with her pear-shaped ass rearing invitingly upwards.

U-Man went fucking crazy.

Babyccino (Cappuccino minus caffeine) [Desiree]...Selected by Bizz Man. Cousin Bizz Man? Please allow me to personally accompany you to Room 203. Then the door opens, and I quietly shut it behind you. Tonight's menu choice has come at a very high price for this hour and a half -- and days of making arrangements and my assuring her manager that you would be a gentleman at all times.

Desiree's silhouette is reflected against the bay window moonlight and she has her back to you. What an alluring feminine profile, draped in a sheer, off-the-shoulder dressing gown, held in place only by her elbows. "Desiree?" you whisper. Her turn towards you is slow and deliberate. Can you really believe your eyes? This is your lifetime, verboten craving posing in front of you -- wearing only a gossamer gown and a lacey panty.

Her baby bump is most evident, and her swollen titties invite you to come near. She smiles, and you swallow even harder. Standing before you is the Madonna of your sexual fantasies -- briefly taking your thoughts back to married life and screwing a pregnant wife.

Desiree is the one to break the silence by touching your hand and guiding it across her breasts and belly. After all, she is a youthful, healthy woman with her uterus muscles and amniotic fluids closely guarding her fetus. The only caveat to this sexual encounter is that you must follow her directions and be aware at all times of her comfort level. That is a small price to pay for the privilege of your sperm eventually secreting against her thighs.

Desiree has loosened your belt and requested that you undress. The intensity of French kissing drives you to a full monty hard-on, pushing against her baby bump. Her next move is to guide your fingers underneath her panties. Feel the warm moistness of her hugely engorged slit! You bend to shower her stomach with tender kisses and your hands cup her copious boobs with genuine tenderness. Then it is her clit that your fingers play across to gift her with a first orgasm.

With her kneeling, you maneuver your cock against Desiree's flicking tongue. God, this is ecstasy to be sucked and driven into a sexual frenzy by such a gorgeous, impregnated woman! You can no longer restrain yourself from penetration, as you gently lift her to the bed, assuring that pillows are in place to support her hips and her butt is directed up in the air and legs spread wide apart. A smorgasbord of anal and vaginal fucking rhythms start.

Intermittently in your state of sexual intoxication, you pull out just to view her glistening moisture enveloping your prick. Then comes the pleasure of repeated penetration and thrusting. Eventually, it's to a point of no return, as you tightly grip her buttocks and ejaculate deep inside of her. There's the whitish stream of your cum now dribbling down Desiree's inner thighs.

You have ridden a Madonna tonight.

Café DuJour To Be Selected by the Procuress of the Menu for Cyber Man. Cyber Man? Please allow your escort to accompany you to Room 207. Then the door opens, and the escort quietly shuts it behind you.

Cyber Man was not emotionally prepared for the woman who stood before him in the privacy of this country estate bedroom suite. He has requested of me, Procuress of the Menu, a "dujour" selection of my choosing. After giving his wishes serious thought, I did not hesitate with the choice. Cyber Man wanted to be surprised. And, that he definitely was! Astounded much more accurately describes his reaction.

I had convinced Sienna's manager to allow her a second rendezvous -- the initial meeting, of course, between Sienna [Caramel Brulée] and Cyber Man was back on the third-floor library setting of the club's downtown building. In that moment it was all about voyeurism and devouring a snatch deliciously framed by heavy swirls of dark pubic hair

Cyber Man carefully placed his drink down on the dresser and, in an instant, Sienna was leaning into him with butterfly kisses all over his neck and her hands tousling his wavy hair. Still fully clothed, their entwined bodies sunk into that heavenly mattress. He completely lost control of his passion, ripping at her buttoned blouse until Sienna's breasts were fully exposed to his lips, showering her body with hickey after hickey. The weight of his body held her firmly pinned underneath him. Reaching down, he wrested her panties off.

God! Sienna's cunt secretions and body perfume beckoned to be licked and sucked. Both of his hands pulled her labia lips wide apart and he nuzzled his nose and tongue into her womanly crevice. Her increasingly audible moans of ecstasy pushed him close to ejaculating in his trousers.

He had to back off for a moment, stand up, and undress.

Cyber Man mounted Sienna, thrusting his dick as deep as he could into her grabbing, tight vaginal canal. They played as one within their rhythms of penetration and orgasms. Sex with Sienna was so perfect.

In his late 60's, Cyber Man felt as a 20-something stud with a lasting hard-on. What was going on with him? It was definitely Sienna and her touch of the sensual. The finale to this evening's interlude was the beautiful act of sixty-nining, and, finally, French kissing Sienna's mouth -- a heady cocktail of his discharged semen, mixed with her saliva.

Cyber Man sensed this second interlude with Sienna was much deeper than just a "business" arrangement. He desired much more, and hoped that she felt the same way, too. What would be the price he would have to pay for Sienna to be with him exclusively, and not fuck other men. It was something they would discuss in their futures, but not tonight.

This evening spent with Sienna was all about self-pleasuring and Cyber Man was eager to mount up and bang her again.

Café Miel [Taylor)]...Selected by Legal Man. Legal Man? Please allow your escort to accompany you to Room 205. Then the door opens, and the escort quietly shuts it behind you. Before shutting the suite door, Legal Man's escort requests that he disrobe and mount the massage table. He most eagerly complies with her request.

Legal Man was certainly alone in his thoughts as he drove up the tree lined road to the Club's country estate for the grand opening. Actually, his past encounter with the white-blond haired young Luna in the club's downtown library had ignited his long-time buried obsession with desiring to fuck young, just-of-age women. He also knew that the taste of Luna had placed him on the precipice of acting out truly licentious behavior. After all, he was a 70+-year-old man; this was certainly risky behavior on his part!

Then there was the incident with loss of his wedding ring in the library. On arriving home Legal Man had successfully explained that one away, but it certainly created an uncomfortable home situation for quite some time afterwards. Yet, Legal Man stepped on the gas and anxiously drove towards yet another adulterous weekend and menu choice.

When the suite's door opened, Legal Man was immediately enveloped by the sweet smells of chamomile wafting throughout the suite. His menu choice was a full body massage, working all his aching muscles, and, in particular, the back of his legs and glutes. He thought this would be -- should we say, a conservative approach to release of his sexual energy and weaning himself away from truly illicit desires.

Legal Man's eyes immediately went to the cloth covered massage table, with a set of essential body oils placed within a hand's reach. He didn't see her at first, as Taylor was in the bathroom disrobing in preparation for his arrival in the suite.

As Legal Man's head turned towards the bathroom door quietly opening, his eyes feasted on this alluring girl. What temptation had the Procuress of the Menu ordered for him? She was tall for her age, a shapely thin silhouette, with red highlighted hair, freckles, and small upturned breasts. He could not detect any pubic hair whatsoever.

Taylor requested that Legal Man start this massage on his stomach. The sweet almond oil that she applied to his skin was intoxicating to his carnal senses, and he could feel his erect shaft pressing uncomfortably against the massage table.

When Taylor asked him to turn on his back, his prick was straight up and begging for her touch. More oils were applied, and she began artfully manipulating his cock, driving him insane with desire. The louder his guttural moans, the quicker were Taylor's strokes. With her hands fully wrapped around his penis, she bent forward so his maleness plunged into her enfolding lips. With buttocks arching, he pushed himself as far as he could inside her mouth.

No longer able to resist this temptation, Legal Man suddenly slid off the massage table, bending Taylor over and driving his boner into her lubricated vagina. He exploded, then watched his semen creampie from her slit.