Wild Night at Sex Club

The evening plans dictated everything Charlotte did or thought that day. She enjoyed all the normal touristy Las Vegas things during the day, but it was the anticipation of the night that got her excited.

At dinner, she purposely ordered a light meal. She figured she would have Martin's cock down her throat later and wanted to be careful about having a full stomach. Besides that, she knew Martin had a way of pushing her boundaries that might make her stomach turn. But this was also what got her excited.

Martin hadn't spoken of any guidelines or rules, but she knew he was thinking about it all day. He was particularly affectionate in public; unusual activity for him. Putting his hand on her back while waiting, kissing her on the cheek for no reason, rubbing her shoulders lightly in the elevator -- maybe he was just happy they were on vacation together. Charlotte knew him better than that, though. He was thinking of the things he was going to do to her that night.

When they got back to the room after dinner, he poured each of them a glass of champagne and she went to work getting ready. It was no secret between them that they were going to the Green Door, a swinger's club in Las Vegas that is notorious for being overrun with single guys. The vast majority of couples are turned off by this sort of environment.

Charlotte discovered through her relationship with Martin that this wasn't the case for her. The last time they went to the club, Martin had stripped her down to her underwear and tied her to the x-cross in one of the rooms. He proceeded to flog her in front of the crowd. Martin had introduced her to light BDSM and she really enjoyed it. What she wasn't expecting was to be turned on by being watched by others. She didn't want anyone to participate, but she liked everyone to see what a slut she was for Martin.

She loved giving into his demands. He would direct her and she would fall into a daze; a slut for her master. She wanted to be the best slave possible. And she wanted everyone to know that she was in his total control.

Her relationship with Martin had been eye-opening for her. She always had enjoyed sex, but she had no idea the devious things that were possible. Martin was very good at appearing normal. When she met him, she had no idea of the things she would learn. After the first night they made out, she knew he was different. He had different experiences and different boundaries than her. Or anyone she had ever dated. It happened to be good timing when they came across each other. She had been frustrated with dating and she was mature enough to want to explore. As he introduced new experiences, she was surprised at her visceral reactions to certain things. She was turned on by things that she once found appalling. At this point in their relationship, it was Charlotte who was often wanting to push the boundaries. She wanted it harder and rougher. She scared herself sometimes. She was comfortable enough to tell him about her desires and fantasies, though.

While Martin was deciding on some music, Charlotte took her dress out of the closet. When they arrived a couple of days ago, she had carefully hung it to make sure it looked good for this evening. She loved when Martin bought her outfits to wear. He would get so excited for them to arrive and for her to try them on for him. She loved that he dressed her for his pleasure. She wanted to please him in any way that she could.

She carefully put on the sexy black bodystocking first. The medium opaqueness of the silky smooth hosiery that covered her legs looked great. The lacy texture of the top contoured her body perfectly. It accentuated her large breasts and fit her curves like a glove. Martin made it known very early in their relationship that he had a thing for lingerie. She didn't withhold this pleasure from him. She was happy to wear something sexy for him every day. She had drawers of lingerie to choose from. Half of it was barely wearable. He had ripped the crotch open to get to her pussy on more than half of them. He liked to see her in some of those the most.

Charlotte worked on her hair and makeup before slipping on the designer, form fitting, wrap style dress he bought for her. She came into the living room of their suite to have Martin zip up the back. He was like a kid being surprised at Christmas. He could barely hold in his excitement.

"Oh, wow, that looks super hot on you!"

She turned her back to him, held up her hair, exposing her neck and the top of her back to make it easy for him to zip her up. This pose also turned him on. He ignored her zipper, wrapped his arms around her waist and started kissing the side of her neck. She let out a quick, relaxed moan of pleasure and let him work his lips on her neck for a few seconds.

"You have to stop that if we are ever going to leave the hotel room."

"It wouldn't be the worst thing to be here all night in this room with you," he said quickly between kisses. He was running his hands up and down her body and she could feel his cock hardening against her ass.

"Ok, zip it up. My dress and your pants."

He reluctantly backed off, running to get himself another drink. As tempting as it was to just throw her down on the couch and have his way with her, he had other plans.

Back home, there weren't many places to go dressed like this. In Las Vegas, she felt comfortable walking through the hotel lobby in a club type outfit. She was a little older than the college aged girls running around in similar outfits, but she filled out the dress better. They hopped into the Uber and the driver said, "You guys look nice. Going out on the town?"

"Yes, looking forward to some fun," Martin replied.

Uber was better than a taxi. Martin wouldn't have to describe the destination and give directions. The address was already in the app. Martin had contained himself on the walk down and now he was anxious to get his hands on Charlotte. He immediately was rubbing and squeezing her thighs and leaned over to kiss her; not on the cheek like earlier, but an aggressive, hungry kiss. A 10 minute ride later, they pulled into the seemingly deserted shopping center.

"The app says here. Is this it?" the driver asked, a bit confused. The two patrons in his car were dressed as if they were going to a casino nightclub. He had pulled up to what looked like a dirty bar.

"Yep, this is it!" Martin gave no further explanation as they jumped out of the Uber.

The man inside the door and the security host both looked a little stunned. They had attractive women come through regularly, but this place wasn't known for it. This wasn't the nicest swinger's club. A lot of clubs tried their hardest to dissuade single men from frequenting their establishment. Not this place. They only made money because of the men that showed up. Martin referred to them as zombies because they would move in a pack from room to room following any woman, hoping to get a glimpse of something sexy.

Both Charlotte and Martin were perversely turned on by this. Prior to their relationship, Martin had been with a string of couples, almost all in a cuckolding situation. The wife and/or Martin would humiliate the husband in a variety of ways while Martin and the wife engaged in disgustingly sexy things. At first, Charlotte was a bit repulsed by the stories. But she was also a little turned on by the idea of Martin dominating another woman. And then she realized she was really turned on by Martin dominating another man indirectly.

When they had gone there before, Charlotte found it intoxicating that Martin used her not only for his pleasure, but also to control the crowd of men. He barked orders at the men who were getting too excited. "No touching! Move back, you are too close! You can stay! You have to leave the room! Let her watch you stroke your cocks! Stand over there!" Every single one of these grown men did exactly as they were told. Martin had a natural presence that commanded respect, but it was hyper in this environment. She was surprised at how much it turned her on. She was looking forward to seeing what happened tonight.

"Have you been here before?"

"Yes, have you changed anything?"

"No, we haven't changed anything in a long time. Still the same dirty place," the door man attempted to joke. They all laughed and Martin paid the entrance fee.

"Do you guys need me to show you around?" The security host was still gawking at Charlotte.

"No, we are good," replied Martin as he grabbed Charlotte by the arm and started up the stairs. He moved quickly, not wanting to give the host any time to think of something else stupid to say. Charlotte led the way up the stairs and her beautiful ass was directly in front of Martin's face. She was trying to keep her balance as he got more aggressive with every step, squeezing her ass and grabbing her hips. When they fucked, she loved when he grabbed her ass. Often, it would push her over the edge and she would cum quickly. His mauling of her ass on the stairs was turning her on. At this point, breathing heavily on her would have turned her on.

The stairs opened into a large room with a low ceiling. This lounge area wasn't for playing, just socializing and relaxing. The club was so strange. Because it was in a shitty area, rent must have been cheap. There was tons of space, but none of it very nice.

They looked around and saw two other couples, They were relieved that they were attractive, at least at a distance. It was also a bit of a challenge. A competition for attention from the zombies.

Martin pulled Charlotte to him and they kissed. "Let's go walk around and check things out." They moved down the hallway, peering into the rooms, spaces, and every nook and cranny to see what was going on. They were passed both ways by the single men patrolling the area, looking for any sign of tits or pussy. Room to room, over and over, as if a magic unicorn was going to appear in a room they had inspected just two minutes ago.

No sign of anything very interesting. There was a single woman, kind of rough looking, in the back room making small talk. She had 5 guys standing in front of her, acting as if she was saying the most interesting things they had ever heard.

Martin led Charlotte into the couples area, which was roped off and had some semi-private seating. Occasionally, a security host would come through and swat a zombie away. The zombie would always claim he was confused and didn't know single guys weren't allowed in the area. There was a clear sign at the entrance that stated single men weren't allowed. Pretty amusing.

"Let me get a full view of what I have. Spin around for me."

Charlotte was happy to comply. She loved watching Martin get excited just by looking at her.

"Do it again, but slowly... Good girl... Now turn around and bend forward a little. Pull up your dress. I want to make sure you wore what I told you."

"Yes, sir. Of course I wore exactly what you told me to. The bodystocking, the dress, the shoes. I did my hair like you like it, too. Everything as directed."

"Good girl. Now pull up your dress, sit on the couch, and spread your legs."

She had to concentrate when he gave multi step directions. The more turned on she got, the harder it was for her to follow. When she was really turned on, she had trouble following simple instructions. And she would be punished. Which she liked.

She sat on the couch and did what she was told. He came in for a closer look with a look in his eyes like she was about to be molested.

"I cut a little hole in the crotch so you could tear it easier later," she proudly told him, wanting to impress him with her thoughtfulness.

He leaned over her and started kissing her aggressively. He pushed her back against the couch and knelt down on the ground. His hands were quickly on her body. He took great pleasure in the feel of the way the fabric of her dress felt against her body. His hands were on her hips, then up and down her arms, then on her tits, then down to her thighs. All the time, his mouth was working down her neck and to the top of her cleavage.

He came up for a breath, grabbed her hips, pulled her tighter against him, and went back to kissing her. She relaxed her mouth and sighed gently when she felt his cock push against her covered pussy, legs still spread as instructed before. She was always impressed with the speed he got turned on. He was in his mid 40's, but his cock still got hard almost instantly when he touched her. They were a good match. Her pussy also got wet almost instantly when he touched her, too.

They made out like teenagers for a couple of minutes until he stood up and looked around. One of the couples from the big room was in the room now, watching them. It would have been awkward to make introductions right then.

"Get up on the couch onto your hands and knees," Martin ordered.

Charlotte complied as quickly as she could. He pulled up her dress over her hips. He wasn't often predictable, but this inspection of her hips and ass could be counted on at some point almost every day. He grabbed her ass and squeezed with both hands.

"I love this ass!" he said excitedly, trying not to be too loud. He slapped her ass hard with his palm. "I love the way it shakes when I slap it!" He was rubbing his hands all over her lower half, getting more and more excited. He buried his hand in between her legs and grabbed her pussy.

"This is my pussy. I am going to fuck your little slut hole hard tonight," he said with such excitement he had a hard time getting the words out.

She pushed back against his hand excitedly.

"Stand up and pull your dress off."

As she stood up and pulled her dress over her head, Martin opened the little bag of goodies they had brought. She stared at the bag in lust as he pulled out the leash and collar that made her pussy wet. He admired her body for a second before stuffing the dress into the bag.

"Hold your hair up," he commanded her. He wrapped the collar around her neck, attaching the collar at the front. She stared into his face, excited to give up control to him.

"Good girl," he said as he kissed her passionately. "Come with me, slut." He pulled the leash and started walking towards the couples entrance.

"Hi, I'm Martin. And this is my slut, Charlotte," he said as he stopped and extended his hand to the couple that had been watching them.

The woman hopped up out of her seat, taking his hand before her husband could move. "Hi, I'm Margaret. And this is my cuckold, Stanley."

Charlotte sized up the couple, looking them up and down. The woman was obviously the one in charge, at least for this night. Charlotte didn't notice how petite the little blonde was until she was standing next to Martin. She must have been about 5 foot nothing and 110 pounds. She was athletic looking. She must have spent a good amount of time keeping herself in shape. The man, now standing, stood about the same height as Martin. He was about the same size, too. He didn't look like he went to the gym as much as Margaret did, though. A few years younger, his face was markedly handsome. They were both dressed in the same fashion as Martin and Charlotte, but not quite Charlotte's style, Margaret had on a red dress, white stockings, and red shoes. She looked more like a prostitute than Charlotte had looked before she took her dress off.

"Oh, your cuckold, huh? Are you meeting someone here?" Martin was interested in hearing what kink they were into.

"We are hoping to. Stanley needs some lessons in how to treat me. And he needs a real man to tell him how pathetic he is and show him how to do it." Margaret had just jumped into the situation with both feet. That was a lot to divulge to strangers. Martin thought she was either crazy or had already decided Martin might be the one to do it. Or a little of both. She definitely seemed horned up, regardless.

Charlotte had never been exposed to this sort of situation before. She looked over at Stanley and felt a bit sorry for him. He wasn't arguing. He just sat there with a look of agreement on his face. He didn't look upset that his wife just berated his manhood in front of two strangers. Charlotte couldn't understand why he almost looked a bit pleased by the exchange.

Martin responded, "Well, I am sure someone can take care of you. We are going to the common area to play for a while." He purposely didn't ask what they were going to do or if they wanted to come along. He just paused for her response.

"We are going to play, too, but I think we would rather watch you first. We'll go there, too."

Charlotte was led by the leash down the hallway, her submissiveness on display. She was thankful Martin didn't make her get down on the ground and crawl. She could hear Margaret ordering Stanley to gather up their things and follow.

In the common room, the single woman they saw earlier was still sitting in the same place with 2 new guys trying to talk to her. She looked a bit bored. Maybe she was like the zombies, just waiting for a show.

"Remember the x-cross over there, Charlotte? I had a lot of fun with that last time."

"Yes, sir, I remember. I liked it, too."

"I am glad to hear you remembered your manners tonight. I have been thinking about the last time we were here. I think I was a little easy on you. Go over there and choose if you want to face away or toward the crowd to start." He gave her a little kiss on the cheek and lightly squeezed her ass to get her moving.

"Yes, sir. I would prefer for you to choose."

"Face away first. I want everyone to see how hot your ass looks when I smack it." Charlotte didn't really need the ass squeeze to comply. But she liked it. She walked across the room and inspected the x-cross, trying to remember how the restraints worked. She looked back and saw that Martin hadn't moved. The 15 feet of separation made her a bit uncomfortable. She looked around and saw 5 guys that were fucking her hard with their eyes.

Martin's smirk on his face was clear -- this was one of those times where her slight discomfort pleased him. He didn't want her to get scared, though. He quickly made his way over to her when his point had been made. "Good girl." Instead of just grabbing her wrists and lifting them to the restraints, he wanted badly to touch more of her. He ran his hands from her waist up to her arms, lifting them, finally arriving at her hands. He secured each of her hands with the straps. She was going to be there until he decided to undo the restraints. She had no choice. Her hands were bound tightly enough that she would need assistance to get out of them. The helplessness immediately turned her on even more. Martin firmly squeezed her shoulder and leaned in a bit.

"Spread your legs a little more. If you squirm too much, I will have to tie them, too," Martin said sternly. And loudly enough for others to hear. She loved it. She wanted everyone to know that she was complying with his orders. Normally, when he told her to spread her legs, it was because he was about to stick his cock in her. So, she instinctively stuck her ass out a little bit as she moved her feet apart.

"Oh, it looks like you want to make sure everyone sees your ass, huh?" She hadn't done it on purpose, but now that she thought about it - maybe.

"Yes, sir. I want everyone to see how you use it."

"That's a pretty slutty thing to do. I bet some of these people do want to see this slut's ass." He grabbed a cheekful of ass firmly. Then he smacked it. "I like the way it jiggles when I smack it." Her instinct was to try to protect her ass with her hands. The tug on her wrists quickly reminded her that her ass belonged to him. He alternated smacking her ass and rubbing it. He paused inconsistently between swats. The anticipation of the next move was driving her crazy.

Without warning, he unlatched the straps on each of her wrists and spun her around. "Lift your hands back above your head." He re-clasped her hands and she was now facing forward. She scanned the room quickly to see who was witnessing her punishment. There were 6 single men, Margaret and Stanley, and the single woman still sitting in the same place. Five of the men looked mesmerized. The sixth man was sitting in a chair and already taken his cock out and was slowly stroking it. Stanley was standing behind Margaret with his hands on her hips. Maybe it was to prevent her from rushing to join the action. The single woman looked mesmerized as well. She looked a bit relieved that she finally wasn't the center of attention of the single men.

"Look at these big, beautiful tits," Martin announced as he groped her aggressively. "I want to taste them right now." He pulled the lingerie down just enough that her tits sprang out, but were still supported by the bra part. Charlotte had larger than average breasts. They were not comically large. They were natural and perfectly shaped. They were topped with perfectly proportioned nipples. He aggressively squeezed and played with one while he sucked the other nipple. He alternated between them, growing hungrier and more aggressive with every second. Her instinct, once again, kicked in and she wanted to encourage him by rubbing his head and shoulders, but, once again, the tug on her wrists reminded her that she was helpless.

Charlotte had discovered while dating Martin that she really liked her nipples to played with aggressively. She liked nipple clamps. She liked him to squeeze them hard. She liked him to suck on them hard. Sometimes so hard even he was worried he was going to hurt her.

One thing she was shocked to find out about herself was how much she liked him to flog her bare breasts. It would be inappropriate for her to suggest it right now. It wasn't her place to decide what was going to happen. Without thinking about it, she found herself pushing her body out onto him, desperately trying to make as much contact as possible. She wanted to grind her leg on his crotch and feel his cock, which she was sure was hard by now.

He stepped back from her to provide enough distance so everyone could see her. "Look at these hard nipples," he said as he pinched one then the other. "Your bare tits out for everyone to see. What kind of slut gets such hard nipples in front of all these people?" She had to decide if that was a rhetorical question or if she needed to answer. If she chose incorrectly, there might be punishment. It felt like a win-win to her. He was facing her when speaking, but he was loud, clearly also making an announcement for the room.

He stepped back a couple of more steps and fumbled through their goody bag. Now she was in clear view of everyone. She scanned the room again. She must have been keeping their attention, because they were pretty much in the same spots. Stanley had reached around and his hand was under Margaret's dress, clearly rubbing her pussy. She had probably told him to do that. A second man had taken his cue from the first masturbator and had taken his cock out of his pants. He looked uncomfortably embarrassed, like he just couldn't help it. The first masturbator was going at exactly the same speed as before; long, very slow strokes. Maybe he just masturbated all day like that. The single woman looked flushed and was trying to get comfortable in her seat. She was enjoying the show.

Before Charlotte could look over at Martin, she felt the first flog across her chest. She squealed a bit in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She moaned in anticipation of the next one. He spent a couple of minutes flogging her and playing with her tits. She was getting so excited she couldn't help but squirm. She wanted him to take her down off the cross and fuck the shit out of her. She resisted voicing her desire.

"Spread your legs. I told you not to squirm." He smacked the inside of her thigh. He moved in close to her, put his hand firmly around her neck and pulled her ear slightly toward him. "I told you not to squirm. You are going to follow my directions, bitch." He quickly released his hand and was rubbing her all over.

"Yes, sir. I am sorry. It won't happen again."

He rubbed her pussy through the hosiery. "It's so nice and warm. I can't wait to have my cock in there." He reached up and undid her hands. Without saying anything, he pulled her by the leash over to the couch where the single woman was sitting.

"Do you mind if we use this couch?" Martin asked the woman. She was a little confused because the couch seemed big enough for all 3 of them, but she complied.

"Now I am going to show everyone what a cock sucking slut you are. Get on the couch on your hands and knees." Charlotte had been told this a thousand times by him, so there was no confusion. He sat down on the couch and she assumed the position. He pulled his pants down, unleashing his rock hard cock. She dove for his cock with a ravenous zeal. Out of everything sexual they ever did, sucking his cock was the thing that turned her on the most.

She loved everything about sucking Martin's cock. She loved the way it tasted, the way it smelled, the way it felt in her mouth, the way he would direct her, everything about it. His cock was average size overall, but the shape of it made it extra satisfying. It was a "club shape." She could spend hours admiring the rock hard bulbous head. Everything about it was a perfect fit for her. It felt so full in her mouth and pussy. She had never been with a man who had a cock so perfectly fitted for her. She wasn't sure if it was his cock or their relationship, but she found it so easy to cum with him. She had professed her love for his cock so often that she sometimes worried he thought that was all she liked about him.

"There we go," he gasped as she started working her mouth on the head of his cock. He scooted forward a bit, pushed his pants down to the ground, took her head in his hands, and started moving her mouth up and down on his cock at the speed and angle that he wanted. "Make sure everyone can see you sucking my cock, slut. Stick your ass up in the air." He loved to watch her head bob up and down on him while she was in the same position as he liked to fuck her.

He fucked her mouth like a maniac. She liked to have her mouth abused, and he was willing to indulge her. He would force her head down until he could feel his cock in her throat. When he had to let her up for air, he would jerk his cock on her lips. She enjoyed playing with fire by choking on his cock. There was a fine line between gagging and throwing up. He pushed that a little too hard a few times.

"Don't suck on it, just fuck it with your lips."

"Suck it harder."

"Don't move, just hold it in your mouth."

"Take it all the way down."

He fired out instructions with seemingly no rhyme or reason. But if she did it wrong, he would force her down until she gagged. Again, it felt like a win-win for her.

"Look at this whore sucking my cock. Little fucking slut likes to be mouth fucked." This was typical dirty talk for them. She wasn't sure if he was talking to her or telling the crowd around them. "Tell everyone what you are."

She reluctantly lifted her head off of his cock, "I am fucking dirty whore for this cock." And quickly went back to satisfying her master.

"Good girl. Now get down on the ground in front of me on your hands and knees."

She was getting down on the ground, unsure of what direction to face. Was it time for her to get fucked?

"Suck my cock some more." She went back to servicing his perfect cock. He was running his hands up and down her body. He reached over her body and squeezed her ass. He grabbed her hips and was moving her entire body back and forth, watching his cock going in and out of her fuckhole mouth.

He bent forward and reached over her to rub her pussy. His fingers found the little pre-cut hole in the crotch of her pantyhose, She heard the sound of ripping hosiery and felt his hands on her bare ass. She arched her back and stuck her ass up to give him better access. She felt his fingers run along the outside of her exposed pussy.

"Your little fuckhole is dripping wet. Everyone can see how your pussy gets wet from getting your face fucked." He spread her ass cheeks apart, exposing her pussy fully to the whole room. "Look at this whore's pussy. Dripping wet from getting her mouth used. What a fucking slut."

He moved his hands back up to her head. He shoved her head down hard on his cock. "Swallow my cock. Everyone is watching your pussy get wetter and wetter as I fuck your mouth. Keep your teeth off my cock. You like to get face fucked, don't you, you little cum hungry slut." After stroking her mouth up and down his cock for a minute, he pulled her up and started jerking his cock off in her mouth. After letting her catch her breath and suppress her gag reflex, he pushed her back down onto his cock. This went on for a few minutes. He occasionally reached back and spread her ass cheeks to show the room more.

She knew her pussy was dripping wet by now and she wondered who was watching. She knew there must be several men because Martin had to warn a couple of them to back up while he was abusing her mouth.

"Ok, it's time for me to use your pussy. Turn around." He handed her a cushion for her knees as he sank down to the floor behind her and she was turning around. How thoughtful, she thought.

Martin wasted no time and Charlotte moaned as he entered her. Finally. Her pussy was aching for his cock. "Fuck, your cock feels so good." He gripped her hips tightly and started rhythmically sliding in and out of her. He was so turned on, he had to make sure not to start too fast or it would be over too soon. He concentrated silently for about a minute to build up the speed. She could feel the tension and his restraint as he walked the razor thin line of excitement and climax. As he managed his excitement, it had the effect of building her tension up, too, getting closer and closer to climax.

"Who does that pussy belong to?" He asked as he was now at a medium pace.

"It's yours. My fuckholes all belong to you!" She loved having to tell him that. She loved that she had to do it in front of an audience.

"Hold still! Don't fucking move!" Her admission of his ownership almost pushed him over the edge. He held her hips so tightly and still, it almost hurt her. His cock was fully swollen inside of her. She could feel it hitting every spot inside her. He took this forced pause as an opportunity to bring her back into the reality of her surroundings. He reached over her and pulled her head up.

"Everyone is watching you get fucked." Charlotte scanned the room again. There were now a couple of more zombies in the room. Eight men at a safe distance. Four of them (including the perpetual masturbator) now had their cocks out. No doubt they were hoping to be invited to participate. Margaret was sitting on Stanley's lap on a chair, but ignoring him. She was focused on only one thing, watching Charlotte get fucked. The single lady had relocated to another smaller couch and now was openly rubbing her bare pussy openly. One of the men near her suddenly took out his cock, hoping that she might want some help.

Charlotte was incredibly turned on by this scene. She could feel an orgasm coming soon. Martin had gotten over the hump and could resume fucking her without fear of cumming too soon. She knew this meant he would be able to last until he wanted to stop. He picked up the pace very quickly and his balls started slapping against clit. He was fully and forcefully pounding her pussy.

"Tell everyone why you are here!" he commanded her.

"Because I am a fucking whore and I want you to use me in front of everyone." She didn't think about what she was saying. It was just so true that it flowed out of her mouth unconsciously.

"Look around. Tell them what you like."

"I want to see them jerking their cocks off." She was now struggling to put off her orgasm. She wanted him to say more humiliating things to her. This was the dirtiest thing she had ever done and she loved it. After her announcement, two more of the men pulled out their dicks and started vigorously stroking. She wasn't sure exactly why this turned her on so much. She didn't want to touch their cocks or have them touch her. She just liked that they were so excited that they couldn't resist.

"Oh my god, can I please cum?" They had a rule that she was only allowed to cum with permission from Martin. He almost always immediately replied that she was allowed.

"Ask more nicely. And louder."

"Please sir, please can I cum on your cock?" She practically screamed. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to delay it any longer.

"Cum on my cock, you filthy whore!" She started cumming before he finished the sentence. She was bucking against him as he continued fucking her. As her orgasm subsided, he slowed down to let her collect herself. But he didn't stop completely. He could sense she was still incredibly turned on and could go longer.

Martin patted her shoulder and pointed in the direction of one of the guys. During the excitement, he had apparently also finished. He was running back into the room with some paper towels. Looking embarrassed and frazzled, he quickly wiped the ground where he had been standing and ran out of the room.

"Please keep fucking me," she begged. He didn't respond. He granted her request silently for another minute.

"I am not done with you, yet. Get up and let's go into one of the bedrooms." She was disappointed when she felt his cock leave her. She wanted to get to the bedroom as quickly as possible to get his cock back inside her. She thought a little private time would be great, although she was still immensely enjoying the group setting. Martin stood up and struggled to comfortably stuff his rock hard dick into his pants, temporarily.

"You three can come with us. And you two." Martin had apparently evaluated the crowd while pounding Charlotte and picked 3 well behaved, decent looking men to participate in whatever deviance he had planned next. And he had also pointed at Margaret and Stanley. Margaret darted down the hallway to check out what rooms were open. She came back with a recommendation before they could even gather everything up. She almost forgot to tell Stanley to come along.

As soon as they got into the room, Martin ordered Charlotte to get on the corner of the bed on her back. He ordered two of the men to stand at their sides. "Hold her legs apart for me." They were more than happy to get a chance to touch her.

Martin didn't take his eyes off her body while he was stripping off his clothes completely. Her tits were now on full display as well as her already heavily fucked pussy. She loved being held in place for his fucking. She loved that these men were following his orders.

She skipped a breath when he slipped back into her. There was no resistance as her pussy juice had fully lubricated every little bit of her cunt. He looked so broad and dominating over her in this position. She couldn't take her eyes off her man like this. He threw his head back and looked at the ceiling for a second as he adjusted to the pleasure of being inside her again.

"Fuck, you have the best pussy." He regained his composure and pointed at the third man in the room. "Come over here next to her and play with her tits." He knew that her limits for touching were tits and she figured he was going to push it at some point. She looked at the man approaching.

"Well, at least he picked the most attractive one of the zombies," she thought. After he grabbed one tit and started sucking on the other one, she admitted to herself that it felt pretty good; at least under these circumstances where her legs were being held apart and her pussy was being used relentlessly by Martin.

The two men didn't seem to be able to blink as they stared directly at his cock going in and out of her. One man seemed to really be enjoying rubbing the bottom part of her leg that he was in charge of. Maybe he had a foot fetish or also really enjoyed hosiery. The other man was fulfilling his obligation with one hand and had pulled out his cock and was jerking off with the other hand. "Don't cum on either of us," Martin told him matter of factly.

Martin hadn't given any orders to Margaret and Stanley because he wanted to see what Margaret would come up with. He wasn't disappointed. He felt two small hands on his shoulders. She sneaked up behind him and was rubbing his shoulders. She wasn't sure what she was allowed to touch, but she figured this was safe.

"Give it to her. You fuck her so good." She wiggled her way to Martin's side so she could get a good view of the fucking. She pushed the cock stroking leg holder to the side. She started rubbing Charlotte's thigh with one hand while her other hand was squeezing Martin's ass.

"What a good girl. Look at how Charlotte takes your cock." Charlotte had never had another woman touch her thigh like this. The sound of a woman's voice talking about her while she was being fucked was something novel. Maybe it was due to everything going on, but it turned her on.

"Stanley, get over here and see this. This is how a real man fucks a woman." Margaret's voice had taken a completely different tone. Stanley was quickly on the bed, hovering over Charlotte to get a close up. He seemed more interested in watching the actual penetration than looking at the rest of Charlotte or touching her. "See how hard his cock is, Stanley? That's the kind of hard cock I need. Not your limp ass dick!"

This was pretty shocking to Charlotte. "Poor Stanley," she thought. She looked at him and was surprised he didn't seem to be phased by the insults at all. He was still squarely focused on the fucking.

"Is it ok if I touch?" Margaret's voice changed back to the feminine, excited voice. Charlotte knew Margaret was asking her, but she didn't know exactly what she was asking. Touch what? Touch who?

"Yes, it's ok." Instead of asking for clarification, and partly because she was curious what would happen next, she just gave in to the request. She felt a little extra excitement in Margaret's hand as it immediately squeezed her thigh when her request was granted. Charlotte lifted her head up to get a better view of what was happening. At some point, Margaret had taken off her dress and bra. She was standing next to Martin with just her panties and thigh high white stockings on. Charlotte was relieved that she had her panties on, at least. This was all moving very fast and pushing her boundaries at every turn.

Charlotte went back to taking in all the physical stimuli that was happening to her. The third man was still skillfully sucking on and playing with her tits. His excitement had not waned. Charlotte wasn't sure she would be able to admit it out loud, but she was enjoying his work. She felt Martin pull out and she was expecting him to rub his cock on her pussy or something like that and then slide it back in. Margaret's hand had left her thigh and she broke the silence.

"See this beautiful cock, Stanley? Get a good look at it. This is a real cock. See how big the head is when I squeeze it?" Charlotte lifted her head up and saw Margaret's little hand wrapped around her man's cock. Margaret was waving it at Stanley. Charlotte didn't feel jealousy like she thought she might. She felt better about her own lust when she heard another woman so impressed with her boyfriend's cock. She saw Margaret whisper something into Martin's ear. Martin nodded, but didn't look at Margaret.

Martin had been staring directly at Charlotte's face for a long time. He hadn't been distracted by Margaret's hand on his cock. The only thing he wanted to see was how Charlotte was reacting to everything. He wanted to push Charlotte, but he was worried about pushing her over her boundaries. Charlotte felt a little bad when she saw the look of concern. Their sexual relationship was about his satisfaction. She felt like she was inhibiting him. She wanted him to use her in whatever way he wanted to. He didn't need to worry.

"Your cock feels so good. Please keep using me," Charlotte reassured him. Martin looked instantly at ease. He turned his attention to Stanley.

"Stanley, your little slut is hungry for some cock. What's wrong with you? You can't give her a good fucking? You see how she is so horny for my dick?"

"No, I haven't had a good fucking in years. When he does get hard, he cums in 10 seconds. Watch this, Stanley. Watch how excited his lady gets." Margaret gave no time for Stanley to respond to Martin's insults.

Martin had been rhythmically fucking her. Charlotte knew another orgasm was growing inside her. This break from fucking would re-set the timer on the orgasm. She wanted this to last longer, so it was working out just fine.

Margaret started using Martin's cock like a fleshy dildo. She was rubbing it up and down Charlotte's slit. She was better at doing this than when Martin tried it on his own. She was rubbing it in all the right ways.

"You see how wet his slut is? You haven't ever made me this wet," Margaret tersely said to Stanley.

"Come here and take notes, cuck boy. Watch how my slut gets excited when I enter her." Martin piled on. Charlotte realized that Margaret must have whispered to Martin to aggressively insult Stanley. What a lucky find for Margaret. Somehow she sensed Martin naturally had the ability to fulfill this need they had.

Charlotte had a rush of thoughts in her head. Was this how his previous interactions with cuckold couples had been. She was disgusted by the thought of Martin fucking another woman, but she found the dynamic of Martin dominating another man viscerally hot. Even though Martin's treatment of Stanley was shocking, she also knew it was pushing her closer to another orgasm.

Martin was back inside Charlotte and resumed the rhythmic fucking. Martin hadn't noticed, but at some point each of the leg holders had left the room. They were being upstaged by an attractive couple and figured the hope of participating had faded into nothingness.

Martin tapped the third man, still buried in Charlotte's tits and oblivious to anything else. "Go sit over there so we can make room for Margaret." The man reluctantly got up off the bed and sat in the chair he was directed to. Margaret didn't wait for instructions; she replaced the man's position as fast as she could.

"You have a beautiful body. And I am really enjoying watching you get fucked." Margaret moved in close to Charlotte, making as much body to body contact as possible. She pinched one of Charlotte's nipples. "I saw you like to have your nipples squeezed. You like this?" she asked as she sucked on a nipple and ran her free hand all over Charlotte's body.

Charlotte could only nod in agreement. Her first lesbian type experience was much better than she could have imagined. Margaret's smaller boobs were rubbing against Charlotte's bigger sized tits and it was driving Charlotte nuts. It was electrifying.

This went on for a minute or two before they made eye contact with each other and Margaret moved in for a kiss. Charlotte's first kiss with a woman was also surprisingly good. Her lips were softer than any man she had kissed. She was lost in the kiss and didn't know how much time had gone by. She felt small fingers on her clit. Margaret was rubbing her pussy expertly.

"Stanley, Charlotte likes to have her tits played with. Suck that one while I work on this one," Margaret required of Stanley. Stanley attempted to simultaneously play with Charlotte's tit while keeping his gaze on the actual penetration. He wasn't as good as the man who had been banished to the chair. Still, a mouth on each nipple was a fantastic feeling.

"You look so hot like this," Martin told Charlotte. This made Charlotte happy. Turning him on was her only goal. If she happened to cum hard in the process, so be it.

Margaret let out some soft moans. Charlotte thought it could be from the contact with her body, but suspected that Martin's hand that had left her leg was now working on Margaret.

Her own hand had found its way to Stanley's crotch. She wasn't sure if he had moved it there or if some natural instinct had inspired it to go there. She wasn't interested in another dick at all. Her first thought was to pull it away. While she was contemplating it, though, Margaret moaned more into her nipple. Martin obviously had his hands on Margaret, so it seemed reasonable that she could have her hand on Stanley. She noted that it felt pretty big even though it was semi-flaccid at best. How could all this be happening and he wasn't even hard? It didn't seem fair. She started rubbing it through his pants. If she was going to get a chance to see Stanley and Margaret fuck, he needed to get hard. She looked over at him, wondering what he might look like as he got excited. Stanley had repositioned himself a little bit to give her easier access. He must have been enjoying it, but she couldn't tell. He was still looking at Martin and then at Margaret. Charlotte thought that since she was rubbing his cock, then maybe he would turn some more attention to her. After a few seconds, she more aggressively stroked him through his pants.

Then she heard a sound familiar to her from years of bad lovers. A muffled groan, more of relief than of excitement. She instantly knew what had happened. And so did Margaret.

"Fuck, Stanley, did you just cum in your pants?" Margaret had put the full angry voice back on.

"Yes, I couldn't help it. She was stroking me too hard."

"Jesus Christ... every time. Charlotte, was he even hard?!"

Charlotte was being asked to participate in his humiliation, but she just didn't have that in her. "He was a little hard. I guess hard enough to cum."

"Oh, you are so sweet. I could see what was going on. He was more interested in my cock than in you. Little sissy boy couldn't help it." Martin helped her out and took the responsibility of insulting Stanley more.

"Stanley, go to the cuck chair over there. Take off your pants and underwear and sit there with your limp dick. Clean yourself off. No one wants to see your cum," Margaret said this with ease like she had been expecting this to happen.

"Yes, ma'am," Stanley looked both embarrassed and delighted. Now there were only the three of them on the bed. Margaret seized the opportunity to get more over the top of Charlotte's body. Not completely on top of her, but more contact than what they had.

"Fuck, her skin feels so good," Charlotte thought to herself. She had no idea she would like the feel of a woman.

"You made my husband cum. Now how am I supposed to get fucked tonight?" Margaret asked her as she made eye contact and rubbed Charlotte's pussy. Charlotte thought about how maybe she could try to help Margaret cum. It did seem unfair that she was getting so thoroughly satisfied and her new friend was being left out.

But what came out of her mouth was something altogether different. "Maybe Martin can help you when he is done with me." She froze in horror after she said it.

"What the hell did I just say," she thought in a wave of panic.

"I am never going to be done with you, though," Martin again came to her rescue, knowing that what she said didn't line up with what he knew about her. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees."

Martin pulled out of Charlotte and gave her a twist to turn her over. He ran his hands over her ass cheeks and gave one side a smack. "God, I love this ass. Arch your back. You are going to take my cock more. I am going to make you feel this for days."

Even though he had re-entered her at least a dozen times in the last couple of hours, he still had to adjust for the extreme pleasure of the feeling of his swollen cock head pushing her pussy lips apart. "Fuck it feels good."

"Hey Stanley, you are really missing out. If you could get hard, you could be inside your slut right now. See how happy mine is? Your poor little wife has to suffer because you can't satisfy her," Martin said with a smirk, almost laughing.

"Come here, Margaret. Slide under Charlotte and put your head under her pussy."

"I am going to give your slutwife a chance to see a real fucking up close," Martin made direct eye contact with Stanley while not breaking the smooth rhythmic stroking in and out of Charlotte.

When Margaret got in position, Charlotte's big tits were pressed onto Margaret's midsection. Her smooth stomach felt nice. This was a new sensation. She looked down and saw Margaret's pussy in front of her. Still covered by thin wet panties, the sides poked out and glistened. She was curious what it looked like uncovered. What did it smell like? What did it taste like? She was in a bit of a daze, not knowing how long she was contemplating the pussy in front on her when she felt a tongue on her own pussy. She instinctively let out a moan.

"Stanley, your wife is so unsatisfied by you, she is resorting to licking pussy. It must be pretty close to licking your penis."

"It tastes way better!" Margaret yelled from under him.

It only took a few seconds for Charlotte to relax and enjoy the new sensation. "Fuck, I am not going to be able to hold out long like this," she worried to herself. She started to try to think of something else.

She thought Margaret was taking a little break when Martin said, "There you go, lick those balls. Press them onto Charlotte's clit." Charlotte wasn't crazy about another woman's mouth and tongue being on her man, but she had given her permission to touch. The feeling of his balls on her clit almost made her cum right away.

"Stop, that's too much!" she sounded desperate, not angry. Martin knew that she was trying to put off an orgasm. He pulled his cock out of her. Then Charlotte heard the unmistakable sound of his cock being shoved down Margaret's throat.

"Shit, I am glad he did that. That was the only way to stop myself from cumming. I want this to keep going," Charlotte thought to herself before realizing that Martin was now face fucking another woman. She felt a twinge of anger until Martin started talking and turned her on.

"Fuck, Stanley, this greedy little cum slut is trying to suck the life out of me. She must be desperate for real cock. Show us your cock over there. It must be hard by now." Martin was so good at humiliating Stanley. Charlotte watched Stanley wave around his limp dick. Charlotte felt a warm rush coming over when Martin degraded him. She was so uncomfortable and turned on at the same time.

"Poor Margaret," Charlotte thought. "It has to be so frustrating to have a nice looking man with a nice looking dick that can't satisfy you. No wonder she is so desperate." Suddenly, it became her mission to help Margaret cum before she got off again, herself. Without thinking, she pulled Margaret's panties to one side and dove down into her pussy. She began to lick and suck all over her pussy like she was on a mission.

Martin sensed what happened when Margaret stopped sucking and opened her mouth, moaning. He wanted to hear Margaret. He pulled his cock out of her and rubbed it up and down Charlotte's pussy. Charlotte liked the feeling, but she was intoxicated by her pussy licking activity. She practically ripped Margaret's panties off to get better access.

"Oh my God, she licks my pussy so good. It's so much better than my cuck does." Stanley and the silent third guy both sat up a bit in their cuck chairs, obviously excited at this new activity.

Charlotte liked the encouragement and started going directly for the clit. "I am going to make this slut cum!" Charlotte thought.

She felt Martin enter her yet again. He began vigorously fucking her. This excited her and she got a little more aggressive with Margaret. Margaret squirmed and her pussy tensed. "She is getting closer," Charlotte thought, pleased with herself.

Margaret was, in fact, getting closer. She excitedly starting flicking her tongue on Charlotte's clit.

"Fuck!!! Oh, no!! I can't hold it much longer," Charlotte was in full blown panic that she was going to cum. "No, this can't end before I make her cum!" She buried her face deeper in Margaret's pussy. It was a feedback loop straight out of a porn. Each of them was getting closer to cumming, becoming more aggressive with the other. It was a race to make the other one cum. The only one in the room not close to cumming was Stanley.

Margaret won. Charlotte couldn't come up for air and ask permission. She knew there would be punishment, but she couldn't help it. She pushed back onto Martin's cock and he could feel it clenching around his cock. "That's a good slut, cum on your master's cock!"

He was steady in his strokes and Margaret was enjoying the extra wetness flowing out of Charlotte's pussy. The orgasm was intense and Charlotte's body was starting to go limp as it subsided. She needed a break. Her mind was swimming in hormones. She fell over to the side and Martin backed up a few inches to watch his exhausted woman laying next to another hot woman.

Charlotte looked over at Margaret, still panting in heat. "Fuck, I failed. Margaret was so close and I couldn't hold out," She thought. She lay there, not sure what to do next. She was in total ecstasy, her body tingling. Completely satisfied, and a little guilty.

"Ok, your turn," she said breathlessly, looking at Margaret.

"My turn for what? My husband's dick is still limp," Margaret asked, exasperated.

"Martin, I want you to fuck her and make her cum," Charlotte said as she got up onto her knees and faced Martin on his level. The directions were clear and he didn't doubt she was sure of it. She always thought this might happen someday and this seemed like the best circumstance for it to happen. She really wanted Margaret to cum. Plus, she was as hot as they were going to find in a pervert's club.

"Yes! I want you to fuck my mouth first like you did Charlotte!" Margaret wasn't waiting for Martin to agree. She had popped up on her knees to join the conversation.

Charlotte made her way to the chair in between the two cucks.

"Come over here. I want to make sure Stanley gets a proper view," Martin directed Margaret as he sat with his back against the wall next to the bed, his legs slightly spread and facing Stanley. "Get sideways like you saw Charlotte do earlier." Margaret got into position and arched back like she was doing yoga. She went straight to work on Martin's cock. The sight of another woman going down on Martin took her aback. Partly for her own comfort and because she assumed Stanley might need comfort, she reached over and put her hand on Stanley's thigh, as if to tell him it was going to be ok.

Martin bunched up her hair with one hand, using it like a handle to control her head. "Let me get that hair out the way so you can get a better view of your little cockslut servicing a real cock, Stanley. Does she get this excited when you stick your limp dick in her mouth?"

"No, sir. She deserves a lot more than I can give her." Stanley finally spoke. He was clearly enjoying this. This is what he had been waiting for. Charlotte looked at him and then glanced down at his cock. It flinched a bit. Maybe it was coming to life. Charlotte thought of the men she had been with that came too fast. It was a lot more common than men like to admit. She thought back to a boyfriend when she was much younger. He would cum way too fast. But after a short recovery period, he would get hard again and stay hard for a long time. On the second round, he was actually a very good lover.

"This is how you need to do it, Stanley. This whore needs a good face fucking." Martin was plunging Margaret's head up and down on himself like a caveman. At the bottom of every stroke, Charlotte could see Margaret's eyes get big. She knew Martin's cock was in her throat then. Now Charlotte was jealous. That's how she liked to be facefucked.

Charlotte looked down at Stanley's cock. It was clearly growing, more firm than it had been the whole night. She came up with a plan to rescind her decision. If Stanley surprised everyone and got hard, he could fuck Margaret instead of Martin. She reached over to help him. She grabbed his bare cock this time. It had been a while since she held another cock. She started stoking him while watching Martin getting sucked enthusiastically by Margaret.

Charlotte felt a hand on her thigh from the other side. The third man was hoping that Charlotte was suddenly in the mood to hold multiple cocks. Martin quickly intervened, pointing at the third man, "No touching unless she asks you to."

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry," the third man went back to jerking his cock off, unsure of which pair to watch.

Martin ordered Margaret to get in front of him and continue sucking his cock. Her ass was now facing Charlotte and Stanley. After Martin situated her the way he wanted at the right angle, he reached over her grabbed an ass cheek with each hand. He spread her ass apart, fully exposing her pussy. Shaking her ass a little, he spoke firmly and directly to Stanley, "Look at this Stanley. Your little slutwife's pussy is dripping wet. You can't do this to her. I own her mouth now. And I am about to claim her pussy."

Charlotte admired how big and strong her man's hands looked on Margaret's petite, but nice, ass. Each hand appeared to cover almost a whole cheek. He looked like he could have tossed her across the room if he wanted to.

Charlotte knew what was coming soon. Martin would turn her around and fuck her like a bitch in heat. She was racing the clock now. She looked at Stanley's dick again. It had grown to an impressive size, almost ready to fuck. This did turn on Charlotte a bit, knowing that her hand must be helping. She started stroking it furiously. She leaned over close to Stanley's face, whispering into his ear in a seductive voice. "You like watching this don't you? Your dick is nice and hard now. Don't you want to go take your wife now?"

Stanley didn't take his eyes off the other pair. He whispered back, "Not yet, he is doing a better job than I can." Margaret realized her efforts might be futile. The thought of fucking his wife wasn't turning him on. It was the thought of Martin fucking his wife that excited him. Charlotte's attention was drawn back to the couple when Margaret took her mouth off of Martin and spoke.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me. Fuck me like a dirty whore. I haven't been properly fucked in years."

Martin jammed her head back down on his cock and spoke to Stanley, "Did you hear that, cuckboy? How does it feel for your wife to beg a real man to fuck her?"

"Good. Great. She never asks me to fuck her."

"Turn around, slut. I am going to give you what you deserve."

Margaret quickly turned around and looked possessed as she presented her pussy to him and looked back at him.

Charlotte couldn't help but to be turned on by the sheer rawness of how Martin dominated the couple. She felt Stanley's dick become massive in her hand. She felt a rush at just the right time. The jealousy she felt was now overcome by perverse lust. She wanted to see Martin fuck Margaret now.

"Fuck the shit out of her!" Charlotte couldn't believe her own words.

Margaret was so wet, he didn't have to waste any time working it in. He jammed the whole thing into her in one stroke. Margaret fell forward slightly and her head crashed into the bed. She looked like she was overwhelmed with emotion. "Oh my god, oh my god... I haven't had a hard cock in me in so long. It feels so fucking good." She got back up and made sure her body was positioned correctly.

Martin started roughly fucking her. He didn't want this to last too long. He wanted to save his energy for the real target of his desire, Charlotte. Charlotte knew how skillful he was with his cock and could tell he wasn't going to prolong this. He was going to make Margaret cum soon.

Martin grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her face towards Stanley. "Look at your husband's cock. He is so excited to see you being railed."

"That's the biggest and hardest it has ever been. It's still worthless. He would blow his load before he could get it into me."

Charlotte felt sharp sympathy for Stanley again. She looked over at him. He looked absolutely happy watching his wife getting drilled. She looked down and found her hand jerking off a very impressive stick of man. She thought about leaning over to see how much of it she could fit into her mouth, but she knew her mouth and pussy belonged only to her master.

"Oh my god, please keep fucking me just like that. This is the best fucking of my life. So much better than my husband."

This went on for another minute.

"Tell your husband who your pussy belongs to now."

"Fuck!!! My pussy belongs to you!" She quickly turned to Stanley, "My pussy belongs to Martin now, you worthless cuck! Fuck!!! Fuck!!! I am going to cum!!!"

Martin kept holding a fistful of hair to make sure her face didn't move. "Look at your wife's face when she is cumming on my cock. You don't get to see this on your own."

About the time the first wave came over Margaret, Charlotte felt Stanley's gigantic cock tighten. She looked down just in time to see the first pulse of cum stream out of him. Pulse after pulse shot out. She was shocked by the volume and distance it went. "He must have been backed up for a long time," she thought.

At the same time, Margaret was groaning and shaking. As her intense orgasm subsided, she kept pushing against Martin. "Please fill me up with cum. Cum in my pussy."

Martin kept going, but made it clear, "No, only my cumslut gets my cum." After both Stanley and Margaret both looked exhausted, Martin pulled out of her, his cock still hard after all this time.

During the excitement, the third man had also cum and left the room. Martin took inventory of the room and warned Charlotte, "Be careful over there. That guy may have left a mess."

Margaret took a minute to come down off her high. She grabbed her phone, punched in a couple of things, and handed it to Charlotte. "Can you put your name and number in there? Maybe we can all meet up again sometime. I will leave Stanley at home this time and you two can use me however you want." Charlotte felt like she had made a new friend.

Stanley and Margaret left and Charlotte got back on the bed, figuring it was time for Martin to finally get his release. He laid down beside her and said, "Let's go back to the hotel and get some privacy for just us." She was happy to hear this.

Back at the hotel room, they both showered and brushed their teeth to wash off the dirtiness of the club. He asked her to get in bed fully nude, no lingerie necessary. Unusual, but she complied. He started gently caressing and kissing her. After a couple of minutes, he pushed her legs apart and mounted her missionary style. This was all unexpected. He pushed his cock into her, never breaking his kiss with her. He adjusted his angle and speed a few times until he knew it was working for both of them. He broke his kiss with her just to look at her for a minute.

After a few minutes, they both came at the same time. "What is this?" she wondered to herself. She contemplated for a minute. She enjoyed his rough style and knew that is what she had been missing all her life. But she realized that maybe it was more special for him to have someone to, dare she say it, "make love to." Maybe this was some sort of turning point. What if he wanted to "make love" all the time now? She panicked. She needed to be fucked like a whore on a regular basis.

She snuggled up next to him, feeling nice and cozy, but worried this may signal something permanent. After a couple of minutes, he made it clear that it was probably a one time special.

"Did you ask me if you could cum?"

"No, I forgot."

He smacked her bare tit. "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry sir -- No, sir, I forgot to ask if I could cum. I am sorry, sir."

"That's better. That's twice tonight you came without permission. There will be severe punishment for this later."

All that work Martin put in had caused him to cum a lot. Charlotte felt pleasantly used as she felt gobs of cum oozing out of her pussy.

They lay silently for a few minutes, enjoying the peace. As Martin was getting up to go to the bathroom, Charlotte's phone buzzed. It was a message from Margaret.

"thanks for the great time. stanley passed out on the way home and I had to practically carry him to bed. I am just watching porn now. I hope you are having a better time. btw, I enjoyed licking your pussy. I have never done that before."

Charlotte was surprised, assuming Margaret was more experienced. She thought for a minute about her response. She pulled the sheets off of her, spread her legs, and took a selfie of her pussy. She looked at the picture. She didn't realize she had such a nice looking pussy. She was impressed by it, and especially the stream of cum that had dribbled out. She sent the picture to her new friend Margaret and typed, "having more fun here. talk soon."

"omg, I am jealous. does he ever stop?"

"not really..."

The End.