» The Club. Part 1 - read the free sex story.

Have you ever heard about the club where people looking for sex come to have fun, the guy comes there and ends us hooking up with a woman he had been dreaming about…

It was called ‘The Club’. No exotic sounding name or anything fancy, just ‘The Club’ Only a relative handful of people actually knew where it was and although in its own way it was famous, most people though it was a myth.

I wasn’t a myth. Pete sat at the bar and wondered what the hell he was doing there. A swinger’s club? He thought. What the hell was I thinking?

The truth was Pete knew exactly what he’d been thinking. He’d been bored, lonely and had headed off to where rumor said The Club was. He’d set off confidently, knowing deep down that even if he found the place he wouldn’t be allowed in. Swinger’s clubs welcome couples with open arms and unattached females are always in demand…but single men tend to get turned away.

Pete had been part surprised, part shocked when he’d opened the unmarked door in what looked like an old warehouse and saw two burly doormen standing by a door at the end of the corridor. He’d lost his nerve right there and went to turn away, only to see one of the doormen open the door and say “Welcome to The Club, sir.”

He’d gone in.

Pete had heard stories, but the main floor of The Club looked nothing like he’d expected. Apart from the abundance of oversized couches, the place looked like nothing more than a very high-end nightclub. There was a large bar, an dance floor, and the obligatory podiums and cages currently being occupied by gorgeous, scantily clad dancers.

Pete took another nervous sip of his drink and surveyed his surroundings. As he looked around, a brunette waitress wearing nothing but a thong and knee boots walked past him. She took a tray of drinks over to a corner where a guy was getting extremely friendly with a girl in black silk lingerie.

Appearances aside, this was definitely the place. He just never imagined he’d find it…and now he was here, he had no idea what to do.

“Mind if I sit down?” Said a voice next to his ear.

Pete turned and saw a Goddess. He drank her in as quickly as he could. She was at least 5″11, and had waist-length silky raven-black hair. She was wearing a low-cut black latex mini dress that enhanced her perfect cleavage and accentuated her olive skin. To top off the effect she was wearing black leather thigh-boots that did nothing to hide the graceful curves of her legs and black latex opera-gloves that matched her dress.

She smiled at Pete with Ruby-red lips. “I said do you mind if I sit down?” She said, her voice playful.

Pete nodded and did everything he could to keep his hands from shaking. She slid into the chair next to him, causing her dress to ride up a little, exposing a little more of her tanned, supple thighs.

“I’m Helena.” She said as she deftly tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Pete.” Said Pete, dumbly.

“You’re new.” She said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.” Said Pete finally finding his voice. “I didn’t even think I’d find the place, let alone get in…and now I’m here…”

“You’re not sure what to do?” She smiled, as the bartender handed her a drink. Pete didn’t know what it was, but it was a vivid red, matching her lips.

“That’s about right.” Said Pete.

“Well let me give you a primer!” Said Helena, sitting up in her chair. “We don’t want you making a mistake and getting kicked out on your first visit, do we? Once you’ve got in, you’re always allowed back…unless you get kicked out of course.” She grinned.

“I’d really appreciate it.” Said Pete. “This isn’t a world I’m used to…or know anything about.” He finished sadly.

“It’s simple really.” Said Helena. She turned sideways on her stool to face Pete and leant sideways on the bar. Pete tried to listen, but it was difficult to do as her new position caused her breasts to almost burst out of her dress. It was hypnotic. She began to speak:

“Rule One: No means no… no exceptions.” She said. “Rule Two: Feel free to watch. Most people who do it out here on the main floor are exhibitionists anyway and get off on it. Rule three, you can proposition any single person you see, but if you want to join in with, shall we say, action already in progress, you have to be invited. Simple, huh?”

Pete nodded. Of course, saying you could proposition any single was one thing, actually getting up the courage to do it was another.

“You’re really lucky.” Said Helena, looking around. “Normally single men aren’t allowed in, but as you can see males are a little thin on the ground tonight.” She waved her hand and gestured towards the rest of the room. The women outnumbered the men almost five to one. The men in the room seemed delighted by this fact, although the sheer number of women caressing each other gave the impression they didn’t care much either.

“Not that I’m complaining.” Smiled Helena. “I haven’t been with a guy in almost four years…it’s the girls I come here for.”

Pete visibly deflated. Here was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, someone he’d never even consider approaching and she’d approached him…only to tell him she wasn’t into guys.

“So you’re a…uh…” Pete hesitated.

“A lesbian?” She said, smiling broadly. Pete blushed, something Helena seemed to enjoy immensely. She leaned in close, placed a hand on Pete’s leg and whispered in his ear. The feel of her hot breath on his neck sent a shiver down his spine. “Yes I am.” She whispered. “Does that turn you on?”

She leant back was delighted to see that Pete was bright red in the face. He was totally lost for words and all he could do was blush. She appeared to look over him appraisingly for a moment until her face slowly broke into a wide smile.

“I like you.” She said. “Most of the guys who come in here strut around like they’re God’s gift to women. If I’d said that to any of the other guys here, I’d have got a slap on the ass and some line about ‘trying a real man’”

“Umm…Thanks?” Said Pete.

“Oooh, polite too.” Said Helena. “You are special.” Pete blushed fiercely again but managed a sort of half-smile. Seeing this, Helena seemed lost in thought for a moment. She leaned in and her face softened. “Come with me, Hon…I’ve got something to show you.”

She stood up and held out a gloved hand. Pete reached out, almost dream-like and took it.

She lead the way to a large staircase at the back of the main room. Pete watched her walk. Her ass, the only part he hadn’t got a good view of yet, was absolutely perfect. The very bottom of her cheeks peeked out from under her latex mini-dress, and thanks to her high-heeled boots and the way she swung her hips as she walked, the effect was mesmerizing. As they walked, Peter managed to tear his eyes away long enough to notice a gorgeous leggy blonde and a stunning petite redhead on a nearby couch stop making out long enough for the redhead to point in their direction and giggle.

I wonder what all that’s about? Thought Pete nervously as they began to climb the stairs.

There was a large set of double doors at the top of the stairs and Helena pushed them open, led the way down a dimly lit corridor and stopped at a large velvet curtain. Before entering, she flipped a switch on the wall that made a dim red light come on to the right of the entrance.

“So people will know it’s occupied.” She said.

She pushed the curtain aside and led Pete into the room. It looked an awful lot like the VIP room at a regular strip club, with a small un-staffed bar and an array of couches around the perimeter of the room. The thing that set it apart, however, was a single high-backed chair in the center of the room. Helena, still leading Pete by the hand, lead him towards it.

“Take a seat, babe.” Pete obediently sat down on the chair, it was quite comfortable. Helena leaned in, giving Pete another amazing view of her cleavage and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Just because I’m into girls,” she whispered, “doesn’t mean I can’t give you a show.”

Pete tried to swallow, only to find his mouth was completely bone dry. The chair was lower to the floor than usual, forcing him to look up slightly a Helena, and the sight of this raven-haired, ruby-lipped Goddess standing over him was absolutely shattering. Slowly, she closed her eyes and began to dance.

Pete had been to strip clubs before, but he’d never seen anything like this before. Every stripper he’d ever seen had either tried too hard (and failed) to be sexy or had fallen into the ‘production line’ mentality. Jiggle boobs, bend over, show ass, repeat, next customer. Helena’s dance was completely different.

She moved in slow, luxurious movements, as though she’d continue to dance and enjoy it just as much even if no-one was watching her. Her moves where intensely slow, lithe and graceful. They weren’t overtly sexual, but somehow that just made the dance more erotic. She wasn’t pushing her breasts into his face or thrusting her hips at him. Instead her slow sinuous movements seemed to guide his eyes over her body, leading his view on an adventure along her fluid, moving curves. As she danced her skin-tight latex dress stretched and shimmered

“You’re amazing.” Pete breathed.

Helena’s eyes fluttered open for a moment and she gave him a gorgeous smile. Without a word, her hands came up to the zipper on the front of her dress and with exquisite slowness she began to unzip. Pete realized he was holding his breath. Sparks and starbursts flashed in his vision as an almost toxic amount of endorphins were released into his bloodstream.

As the zipper reached Helena’s navel, she pivoted slowly on one foot so that her back was to Pete. With a silken sound, Helena’s dress dropped to the floor. Peter gasped, he couldn’t help himself. Beneath the dress she was wearing nothing but a tiny black satin G-string. Her ass was perfect, there was no other word for it, and the G-String accentuated her curves perfectly.

Helena, now wearing nothing but her G-String, gloves and thigh-boots continued her dance, keeping her back to Pete. She’d occasionally twist to the side, giving Pete just a glimpse at the side of her breasts before turning away again. Eventually, after what felt like hours, she slowly turned around, one arm covering her breasts. She looked deep into Peter’s eyes and closed the distance between them.

She crouched down, until her face was on a level with his knees, and then exposing her perfect breasts, she glided up his body, never touching, until her nipples where mere centimeters from Peter’s mouth. Before he could react, she glided away from him and danced, facing him this time.

She was perfect. A true Goddess. From her silky raven hair to her large, natural breasts to her long toned legs.

She turned her back to Pete again, and for the first time during the dance made physical contact with him as she sat lazily back into his lap, leaning her head back until they where almost cheek to cheek. She slowly began to gyrate her hips, rubbing her perfect ass against his crotch. Just when Pete thought he couldn’t get any more turned on, she reached down, took his hands and guided them up to her breasts, she whispered:

“This isn’t a strip club, Pete.” She let out a sift sigh. “Touching is encouraged.”

His hands found her breasts, and letting her guide him, the palms of his hands traced the contour of her curves. As his fingers traced over her nipples, which where becoming rock hard, she let out a soft moan.

She released his hands before reaching up and running her fingers through her long silky hair. She arched her back and then slowly relaxed backwards onto Pete’s chest. His left hand cupped and gently massaged her left breast while he let his other trace up and down her side and across her tight, toned stomach. Her breasts were soft, irm and incredibly, incredibly warm. Slowly he cupped both her breasts, and with forefinger and thumb, gently rolled her nipples between them. She gave a soft sigh of pleasure.

They stayed that way for what felt like hours. Pete let his hands explore Helena’s exquisite body as she moaned and gyrated in his lap. The feeling of her perfect ass gliding across his lap was incredible.
After a while, showing off her incredible flexibility, Helena slowly lifted a leg directly up in the air and spun on his lap until she was facing him. She leant in for a slow, soft kiss.

“Mmmmm.” She said with a smile. “Fair’s fair, Pete Hon. You get to see me, I get to see you.”

She reached forward and began to unbutton Pete’s shirt. As her nimble fingers worked at the buttons, Pete noticed her hands where shaking slightly. When she reached the last button, she slowly swept open his shirt, her gloved hands gliding across his chest. As her eyes lit up, Pete silently thanked the Gods for all the sit-ups he’d been doing over the past year.

“Oh Pete.” Helena whispered. “Who knew?”

“Who knew what?” Asked Pete, a little confused.

“That under that shy personality and baggy shirt there lay the body of a Greek God.” She breathed.

Pete felt for a moment like he was being made fun of, but all it took was one look in Helena’s eyes to know she was deadly serious. She’d first noticed Pete by the smell of sheer terror that was wafting off him as he sat at the bar. She thought she’d go over and have a little fun with him, maybe throw him a bone and give him a dance. With his slightly-too-big shirt on, he might look like a slightly-skinny nervous guy…but underneath that wrapper, the only word for him was chiseled. Whereas she had the toned, supple body of a dancer, he had the toned chiseled body of a martial artist.

Her breathing began to speed up as she traced her hands along his lean, well-defined abs. Almost without thought, she leant in and began to kiss his chest.

Her mind began to race. What she’d mistaken for a shy geeky guy who just didn’t belong in The Club had turned out to be a cute, polite nice-guy with an absolutely knock-out body…the exact opposite of the usual ‘God’s Gift’ idiots that usually frequented the club, the guys who’s turned her off men in the first place…and judging by the bulge in his pants, it seemed like he had the necessary ‘equipment’ as well

Her hands, shaking almost uncontrollably now, reached down and unzipped Pete’s jeans. She heard his breathing quicken to match her own as she reached inside and let her long, gloved fingers wrap around his shaft. Not believing what she could feel, she slid it out of his pants and nervously looked down. In her hands stood ten inches of rock-hard throbbing manhood.

She let out a gasp, and noticed for the first time that Pete was staring at her wide eyed. He looked shocked. She let go of his penis instantly.

“I’m sorry!” She said, a note of alarm in her voice. “I’ve gone too far. I shouldn’t tease you like that.”

“Don’t be.” Pete said. He took her hand and with the other softly stroked his fingers through her hair.”

“That was just about the most erotic experience of my life. You’re a Goddess, Helena.”

Her eyes came up to meet his. She gave a soft half smile. Suddenly, her eyes brightened and she sat on his lap again and slowly wound her arms around him.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I hadn’t been with a guy in over four years.” She said, softly. “I got tired of all the bullshit…”

“You don’t have to explain, Helena.” Said Pete with a soft smile. “You told me you were only into girls before we started, remember? …and that dance is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. You don’t owe me and apology or an explanation…my only problem is trying to think of a way to thank you.” He hugged her, briefly.

Helena’s mouth opened in shock, and she was temporarily lost for words.

“Now that just makes me like you even more.” She smiled as she kissed him softly on the lips. “Most guys here would be storming out of here, calling me a cock-tease.”

“Then those guys are idiots.” Said Pete. “You dance like a Goddess.”

“Oh Pete.” Breathed Helena as she leant forward and rested her head on his chest. Pete unconsciously slid his hands around her waist.

Helena slid slowly up Pete’s body. Her warm soft breasts gliding across his chest and kissed him softly on the nape of his neck.

“Pete?” She whispered.

“Yes, babe?” He whispered back.

“I want you.” She breathed. “Will you make love to me?”

Pete’s answer wasn’t verbal. Helena knew exactly what his answer was when his cock jumped underneath her.

She slid off his lap and onto her knees in front of him. With shaking hands she slid off his already unbuttoned jeans, taking his underwear with them and let them drop to the floor.

She took his cock in her hand and, looking him deep in the eye, let her mouth close slowly over the top of it. As she started to suck, Pete felt fireworks going off in his head.

“Mmmm.” Said Helena as she lifted her head off him. “It even tastes good…but right now I don’t want it in my mouth.”

With a final lick, she stood over him and licked her lips. As if by some unspoken agreement Pete hooked his fingers over the waistband of her tiny G-string and pulled it down over her curvaceous hips and let it slide to the floor.

She stood before him, naked and glistening, wearing nothing but her boots and long latex gloves. He drank her in, noticing her pussy was already soaking wet. She was completely shaved and her juices gave her an almost glowing sheen in the soft light.

“You like?” She said, softly.

Pete couldn’t answer because his mouth was bone dry, and all he could do was nod. Like the rest of her, her pussy was perfect. She was shaved and silky smooth. She ran her fingers through her hair, deliberately giving Pete more time time to drink her in, then with one of her characteristic slow, sinuous movements, she gracefully straddled him on the chair.

She placed her chin on Pete’s muscular shoulder. Pete took a moment to breathe in the intoxicating aroma of her hair as his hands slid around her hips.

“Are you ready?” She breathed. Pete answered by giving her a long, deep kiss.

She reached down and positioned his cock until the head was resting against her silky, swollen lips. Then, looking deep into his eyes and never breaking eye contact, she slowly eased herself onto him.

She moaned in sheer pleasure as Pete felt her hot, wet pussy close around him. She was amazingly tight but soft at the same time. As one of Pete’s hands went to the small of her back, his mouth found one of her nipples, eliciting yet another ecstatic sigh from her.

She began to move, taking exquisite pleasure in even the tiniest movement. They where both so aroused that even the movement of their breathing sent waves of pleasure through them.

“Oh God, Pete.” Whispered Helena as she closed in for another kiss. “You’re amazing.”

She rocked her hips, never sticking to the same movement for long. She’d slide forwards and backwards, then up and down, then move her hips in a figure of eight. Pete gasped as her pussy gripped his cock. It was so hot, wet and tight, each movement sending waves of pleasure through him.

Pete felt her begin to get even wetter. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and began to move in earnest, using perfect technique. Their bodies fitting together like a lock and key.

Taking some of her weight onto her legs, Helena started moving her hips in a fast figure of eight, gasping out loud as Pete’s cock throbbed inside her, the circular motion pressing it against all her vaginal walls.. Pete let out a moan of pleasure as her pussy, so tight it almost felt like part of him slid all over his cock like a velvet glove..

Helena’s breathing started to become ragged and her movements became less coordinated as she began to lose herself in the heat of the moment. Losing all sense of herself and Pete as separate beings, Helena began to speed up, furiously grinding her body his. Pete’s hands clamped on to her hips as he helped her move, pulling her hips back and forth in rhythm with her movements.

Helena’s scream of ecstasy split the air as she came. Scream after animal scream issued from her as Pete finally exploded inside her. Jet after jet of red hot cum splashed inside her as Helena’s body became totally rigid. Her arms wrapped around him as if she’d never let him go.

They stayed like that for what felt like days. Helena’s body relaxing and tightening again as orgasmic aftershocks raced through her. She would relax into him, then shudder and tighten again over and over. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.

Finally, although she was still shuddering almost uncontrollably, she lifted her head and looked at Pete in total disbelief. Pete was surprised to see she had tears in her eyes.

“You were amazing.” Said Pete.

“I’ve…I’ve…” Gasped Helena, fighting to catch her breath. “I’ve never come like that, ever!” She gasped again. “I didn’t know where I was or even who I was for a second there. Amazing doesn’t even come close.”

She collapsed into him again, still shaking. After a while, Pete felt her breathing start to come slowly back under control. I seemed to take an eternity for her to relax back to normal, but still inside her, their bodies still pressed together, Pete was willing to stay like that forever. The warm softness of her body, the feel of her breathing, the smell of her hair and the steady pulse of her heartbeat was as close to heaven as Pete has ever felt.

Popularity: 3% [?]

Related Stories:

• No related posts.

2 Responses to “The Club. Part 1”

1. Paul Mallory Says:
   September 17th, 2008 at 8:42 am

   Hey all, just thought I’d ‘chime in’. Think of this as a very short ‘director’s commentary’

   This story weighs in at almost ten thousand words, so I’m not really surprised the team at yourlust decided to break in into two parts. That being said, I wish they ended it a few hundred words further in…things are about to get a whole lot hotter.

   I wrote this purely as a writing exercise a few years ago when I noticed the HUGE gap between male-oriented and female oriented erotic fiction. To grossly over simplify, male-oriented fiction seems to be all about ultra-graphic hot sex, and female erotic fiction seems to be more about romance and emotion.

   I tried to mix the two…it was extremely difficult to do and only the reader can be the judge of whether it was a success or not.

   I actually wrote another story about the same characters a few years on…I can’t comment on that without spoiling part 2, but I’ll submit it depending on the reaction this story gets.

   Thanks!

2. Paul Mallory Says:
   September 18th, 2008 at 1:58 am

   PS Part 2 is now online, and already has a 5-star rating!

Leave a Reply