Circe looked at the house across the street before turning to him. “Seriously? That’s the place?”

“Sonnefeld or Burton could have used it for a horror movie, I know. Very eerie place with modern buildings either side.” Jeff’s eyes moved down to her.

The streets were still damp from rain deluge the night prior as it had yet to warm up enough to evaporate much. Two cars squealed past spraying water on the sidewalk followed by a hovering police car chasing after them with sirens blazing.

She linked her arm into his. “Okay, then. Lead on MacDuff.”

“You know the quote is actually Lay on, not lead, right?”

She grinned. “Of course. Just testing you.”

With her in her long black skirt, black boots rising beneath, and navy topcoat; and him in his button-down shirt beneath his elbow-patched cream sweater and gray slacks; they appeared as any professional couple heading out for dinner after a long work day.

At the door, he stopped. “Are you ready?”

Wide brown eyes looked up at his graying hair and blue eyes. A long breath followed as her chest showed shaky nerves beneath her coat. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He opened the door.

The aroma of chlorine greeted Circe. No surprise being there were multiple pools in the place, but it was not expected to be the first thing she noticed. Her eyes found the advert posters on the wall opposite from the reception desk detailing upcoming events featuring “Bukkake”, “Some Entangled Evening”, and “Knights of the DTF”. After a few extra blinks, she turned to see Jeff signing in.

The massive brute at the reception desk had sleeves of tattoos beneath his teal tank top. Even with a hard solid colour on the shirt, hints of more tattoos tried to get out from under the fabric.

Jeff handed over his credit card and waited.

“Okay,” the brute said handing the credit card back. He smiled over at Circe through a beard Grizzly Adams would have been frightened by. “We have two lockers for you.” He held up a heavy wrist rubber band with a key dangling from it for Circe.

She accepted it and clutched it close as if that would help her nerves.

Brute continued, “And your wristband.”

First, she looked at the one clutched at her chest and then back to the brute. “What’s that one for?”

He held a thin printed plastic one. “In case things go awry and you lose your key, this one is printed with your locker number.”

“Awry,” she said with a nod. She held out her right arm and the brute delicately wrapped it around her wrist.

A second set of wristbands were then given to Jeff, albeit the brute was not as delicate. The brute grinned on catching arm hair in the wristband’s adhesive seal. After a joking glare at the brute, Jeff opened the curtains to allow Circe into the club.

After a joking glare at the brute, Jeff opened the curtains to let Circe into the club.

“This isn’t what I expected,” she whispered to him as he followed her in.

“You knew the bar was here. Pool is out there,” he said pointing out a glass door to her right. “Jacuzzi is over there with the showers.” This time he pointed right again but further forward. “I’ll take you to the locker room and show you the play areas upstairs.”

“I expected a mass of naked people.”

A young woman behind the bar laughed. “Too early.”

Circe glanced over. “Oh?”

Sharp brown eyes on her ebony face peered between half-full liquor bottles at them. “On a colder weekday, we don’t pick up until late evening.”

A grin and slight nod were all Circe could muster. “I see.”

“Come on, you.” Jeff took her hand and pulled, leading her towards where he had suggested the Jacuzzi and showers were located. A quick right and he led her up a flight of stairs.

The white industrial light of the locker room was to the right of the stairs at the top.

“What locker number?”

She looked at her printed wristband. “Forty-two.”

“You’re here.” He tapped on a tiny school like locker, second row from the bottom. “And I’m here.” He took the key he had been given and used it to open the padlock on locker forty-one. “Everything gets left here. I mean, you can carry your phone around, but it really isn’t a very good idea. Better to come back here and check if you need.”

Circe opened her locker and glanced around. “A gender neutral locker room?”

“Yes, but empty for now. Don’t be modest yet.” He gave her ass a gentle smack through the fabric of her clothes. He then grabbed towels from a shelf beside the lockers and put two on the step in front of her locker.

“That’s it, is it? My fashion options for the evening?”

He laughed. “You can wear lingerie if you’d rather. Believe it or not, the towels will cover you up more.”

“True,” she agreed and pulled her coat off. Her skirt and blouse quickly followed before she divested herself of bra, panties, and stockings as well.

Jeff, already undressed, held her towel out as if helping her into a coat. “I don’t think you’ll need this long. The modesty tends to evaporate once you realize everyone here is naked and doesn’t care.”

“But what if I see someone who knows me?” She asked, tucking the white towel in just under her left shoulder. The seemingly tiny towel covered her down to half thigh.

“Then you’re all in the same boat, aren’t you? You don’t have to play nor socialize with them if you do,” he reassured. “Just acknowledge them and remind yourself that they get outed if they out you.”

“Logic,” Circe said with a grin. “What a concept. You not putting that on?” She pointed at his towel that hung off his left forearm.

“Nope. You have a problem being escorted around these premises by a naked man?”

She pursed her lips. “Not at all, sir.”

“Follow me, my lady.” He led her past the stairs and down a hall with a white wall on one side and a railing looking down at the staircase on the other.

At the far end two rooms split off from either side of the hall, a solid wooden door was straight ahead, and a second staircase ascended overtop the lower one.

“This,” Jeff said pointing to the right, “is the dungeon.”

Circe stepped inside the dark wooden paneled room.

A St. James Cross leaned against walls at both ends with a few exercise benches and massage tables scattered around the chamber. Implements of torture, from floggers to horse crops, hung from hooks on the far wall.

“They do massages here?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Sometimes, yes, but these massage tables are more for scenes like wax or cupping.” Stepping from her to one of the massage tables, he reached behind it to lift up a restraint. “This would hold you in place while I did whatever.”

“Whatever,” she said with nerves rising.

He returned and took her arm. “That room across the hall is for larger group functions or if they have a presentation to do. And that door is to the smokers deck. Poor bastards in winter, I tell ya.” He turned them around to the new stairs. “Up we go.”

She walked up the skinny staircase ahead of him to the next floor.

More white walls greeted her with multiple openings to other areas.

“This is the play floor. That’s that the red room,” he said pointing straight ahead to a red curtained opening. “It’s a large red mattress that takes up the entire space.”

“You could fit a few in there.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” He took her arm and led her to the right of the red room. “A second bar area here opens when they’re busy.” Pulling her through the bar area, he took them through another passageway. “This is what we want, though.”

The room was orange.

Very orange between furniture and wall artwork.

A long plush orange almost, but not-quite-a-sofa piece of furniture ran the entire length of one wall. Beside the entrance from the bar area was an alcove with a large screen TV and a similarly plush to the not-quite-a-sofa, but blue bench beneath it. A second opening went back out to the main hall and stairs. A Plexiglas case held a variety of condom and lube packages as treasure.

Jeff pointed out to the stairs. “The other two areas are like this, but larger and more spread out.”

“Can I see them?”

“Yes, later,” he said and tugged at her tucked in towel.

She shivered.

“You will see it all, but now it is time for something else.” He pushed her back on the towel, and she bounced. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He grasped a handful of her brunette hair and tugged lightly. “Speak up, please.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered more solidly. Her eyes found his limp penis right at her face level. Opening her mouth, she placed her lips on the shaft just beneath the tip. Her right hand grasped the other side to keep him in place, and she ran her mouth along his length to his scrotum.

“Good girl,” he groaned. His turned so his thick cock, now fully at attention, pointed straight at her. “I want your mouth.”

She opened and accepted his thrusts without moving. Although she had no issue taking his length, she had to open wide to avoid getting his girth with her teeth.

His hand remained matted in her hair as he thrust between her lips.

Circe closed her eyes and concentrated on the salty taste and rubbery feel of his flesh. A dampness was forming between her legs in anticipation of what would be coming next.

With a tug of hair, he pulled her back from his cock and pushed down on her back leaving her legs dangling off the edge. He stepped to the side and reached into the condom container for a pouch.

Opening her eyes and lifted her head until her chin touched her breastbone. Circe could not hide the surprise she felt on seeing another couple on the blue bench watching. She’d not heard them come in with her hard concentration on Jeff’s erection.

The male of the couple had a fringe of dark hair around a balding head, and a slight beer belly protruded over his towel. The female had short auburn hair in a page-boy cut.

Circe guessed they were maybe in their early fifties.

“No concern, my love,” Jeff whispered as he crawled on top of her. “They only watch unless you invite them in.”

A gasp passed from her lips as Jeff’s tongue slipped inside her pussy lips. Her voice offered whispering notes as she felt him flick at her clitoris and search for just the perfect spot.

He found it.

The whispering notes became a solid moan as she arched her back and pushed her hips harder at his face.

“Very nice,” the male of the couple whispered just loud enough for Circe to hear.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at them again.

The two stood and moved away, towards the bar area entry.

“Wait,” Circe croaked.

All three in the room with her stopped.

“I want…”Her arm, in more spasm than point, gestured to the female.

The woman smiled, and she came up behind Jeff. “May I?” she asked him.

“Please do.” Jeff moved and sat beside Circe on the not-quite-a-sofa.

The male returned to his bench.

With a smile, the woman removed her towel, folded it, and placed it on the ground. She knelt on the towel and lowered her face between Circe’s legs.

Circe’s moans quickly turned into loud cries of pleasure until she rode the woman’s face to her first orgasm.

With her face soaked, the woman pulled back and set her chin down on Circe’s pelvic bone. “It helps when the one doing it knows how she likes it, doesn’t it?”

A giggle was the lone response Circe could offer so far.

“I’m Maggie, by the way. That’s Tom.” She reached forward to shake hands.

Tom waved from his vinyl blue perch.

The giggle turned to laugh as Circe accepted the hand. “This might be the oddest introduction I’ve ever had.”

“You taste wonderful,” Maggie said, “but I think your boyfriend wants to fuck you, so I should leave you.”

“May I taste you?” Hearing the question in her own voice surprised even Circe. She sat up and moved over towards Jeff.

Maggie shrugged. “Like you have to ask me twice.” She picked up her towel and spread it over the not-quite-a sofa so she could lay back long ways, so her feet were where Circe had been.

On hands and knees, Circe moved between Maggie’s knees and pushed them apart. Lowering between them, she looked at the pussy in front of her. An odd feeling of recognition and yet foreign object struck her as she ran a finger along the slit before pushing it inside. Next, she applied her tongue and felt the lips spread quickly.

“Oh, fuck me, yes,” Maggie squealed.

In excitement, Circe plunged her tongue deeper until her nose was between Maggie’s pussy lips as well. After a moment, she had to pull back for breath, but she quickly went back in.

“Gorgeous,” Tom cooed.

Scrunching noises of vinyl told Circe that Jeff was moving behind her. The familiar ripping of the condom package followed, and she guessed what was about to happen. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she also saw Tom up and moving towards Maggie.

Removing Tom’s towel revealed a long erection that found its way into Maggie’s mouth.

The feeling of her pussy opening as Jeff’s cock slid in caused Circe to gasp and stop licking, but only for a moment. After a few more tastes of Maggie, the thrusts pushed Circe up further until she and Maggie were kissing.

Their tongues exchanged pleasantries until Tom’s erection was introduced between them.

To Circe’s surprise, she took turns with Maggie sucking him with no second thoughts. Then things blurred a bit for her as she rolled off Maggie.

Jeff replaced his condom and went to Maggie while Tom, with a new condom of his own, came to Circe.

“May I?” Tom asked as he crawled between her legs.

“May you?” Circe laughed. “Just fuck me already.” She felt Tom’s length go much deeper than Jeff, but his erection was neither as thick or as durable.

He also came after only a few thrusts and pulled back with an embarrassed look. He was surprised with the look of satisfaction on Circe’s face.

“This is not at all what I expected,” she gasped.

He climbed back on the not-quite-a-sofa and cuddled with her. “What were you expecting?”

Maggie screamed causing both to look over and see Jeff thrusting deep into her from a missionary position.

Circe pointed at them. “I didn’t think to watch him fuck another would be so flaming hot.”

Tom laughed. “It is, isn’t it. Live porn with your partner as the star.”

Share this: Twitter

Facebook

Tumblr

Reddit

Pinterest

More

Email

WhatsApp





Like this: Like Loading...