The Club - Part 1: A Girl's Gotta Dream

Sexual Exploration has never been such fun ...

It started like any other Tuesday, wake up, shower, dress, and eat breakfast. But today was exceptional; I got my first session at The Club.

At The Club, you had to try out, and you got two sessions to prove you had what it takes to belong there. I applied a year ago, and finally, my number was called. It’s an exclusive membership that you must undergo medical testing and physicals. That made it feel safe; everyone was healthy and clean.

The session started at 9 am. I was told it would last all day. Session two would be a week later. I hoped that didn’t mean it took a week to recover. I slipped into my sexy skirt, crop top, sleek black style, and high heels. I would walk in there today confident and proud.

I was up for anything.

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The entrance of the building looked like any other office building downtown. Before I received the invitation, I had no idea a sex club was operating on the main street. But here it was I opened the door and walked inside. I was only instructed to bring a small purse, so that was all I carried. Inside it, I had my lipstick, ID, and condoms. Hopefully, I didn’t need anything else. Phones were never allowed.

Towards the right side of the building was a sign that said check-in; I assumed that was where I needed to go. Walking up to the lady behind the counter, I smile and introduce myself.

“Hi, my name is Skylar; I’m checking in for my session.”

The lady didn’t say a word; she looked me up and down and typed into her computer. She looked to my left and pointed, “There is a scale over there; please weigh in.”

Weird; not sure why I had to weigh in, but I knew better than to ask questions. Walking over to the scale, I kicked off my shoes and stepped on. A loud beep sounded, and then a door opened. I guess that’s my cue.

Walking into the opened doorway, I looked around and saw lockers. A man greeted me as he walked towards me.

“Welcome, Skylar. Here is where you will keep your things. You will receive a key with your lock for today.”

“Hello, thank you. I have my small purse.”

He shook his head, “Your purse, shoes, and clothes. You’re only allowed to keep your panties on.”

I hadn’t realized that; I maintained composure, “No problem.” Thankfully I was secure in my looks, or that could have been awkward.

He walked me to locker 329, handed me a key, and said, “Please strip and place your belongings there. If we accept you, a permanent locker will be assigned, and you can provide your lock and key.”

Setting my purse in the locker, I slipped off my shoes and looked at him. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me. Here goes nothing. I unbuttoned my shirt and shucked it off, folding it and placing it in the locker.

“Bra too.” He said, it sounded like he was smirking.

Reaching behind my back, I unlatched my bra, setting my breasts free of their constraints. My hands moved to my skirt; it fell to the ground exposing just my red panties. I leaned over further than necessary to pick up my dress, but I thought I better give him something to look at if he was watching. After securing the locker, I took the key and turned around, “Where to now?”

“Follow me. Please wear your key on your wrist so you don’t lose it.”

We walked through a hallway into another room with a platform elevated off the floor. “Please go stand there.”

Not creepy at all, an empty room and me on a platform, naked. “Yes, sir,” I said, willing myself to walk forward and complete the tasks today.

“Your tryout today is very simple. You cannot leave that platform unless given permission. And while on that platform, you must follow the commands of everyone you encounter.”

“Everyone?” I asked.

“Everyone. You signed the consent forms detailing the different things that could happen in the building. Do you still agree to allow all those activities?”

I didn’t want him to kick me out. Instead of responding, I held my chin up, walked to the platform, and stood on it. I turned around and looked at him, willing him to command me to perform a task.

“Good girl. Today’s theme is a whore. A whore is different from a slut. A whore does things with me that they cannot do to their wives. There will be no kissing, no eye contact. That’s for lovers. Today is about earnings. The more you earn, the higher your score. You need a score of 89 to make it to round 2. You have until five this evening. Good luck. And every time you take a break, you lose 2 points. So, make your bathroom breaks count.”

That was a lot, but I signed up for this. “Yes, sir, I’m ready to earn.”

A new man walked into the room carrying a chair; he sat it down in front of the stage and took his seat, smiling. I smiled back. A second and third man came in doing the same. An audience. This would be hard. All three men were fully clothed—handsome and strong looking.

My hands hung at my hips, and suddenly I felt the need to run them along my stomach. “Hello, how may I serve you today?” I asked them with a smile.

The first man said, “Take off your red panties.”

I didn’t think; I just reacted and pulled them to the ground. The second man said, “Kick them to me.” I did. The third man said, “Sit down and lay on your back, legs open so we can inspect you.”

Inspect that’s intimidating. But I did. With my eyes pointed at the ceiling,

I couldn’t see which one opened my folds; I was wet and couldn’t help it.

“Look at her cunt, already dripping; they found us a good whore, 2 points.”

“Whore, lift your ass; I want to examine it.”

I pushed myself onto my feet and raised my ass off the ground. One grabbed my cheeks and spread them, and another had his finger circling the rim of my asshole. “2 points; she’s nice and clean.”

“Look, she is getting wetter,” suddenly, a finger went inside my cunt, a second, a third; it felt like all 3 of them had a finger inside me. I moaned.

“No moaning; you can make noise when we tell you. Minus 4 points.”

Shit.

They withdrew their fingers, and I heard clothes being undone. I didn’t know what was going to happen.

“Whore, answer, do you want a condom or not.”

“Whatever pleases you.”

I was on the pill, and I knew you had to show a lean lab result every visit, so this was low risk.

“Good answer, 5 points.” One of them said.

“Whore, we are going to fill all 3 of your holes now, you may not cum, and you may not scream, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” My voice was firm; I didn’t waiver.

“Good, get on all fours.” One commanded. I turned over, ass in the air towards the men, face up, looking at a wall.

“I will take her mouth, you take her ass, and you take her cunt.”

It sounded like one of them was in charge. He was the one giving all the commands. I think he walked over to my face and looked down at me.

“My name is Master; I am the only one you will address. Do you understand? The other two will do as I say, and you will too.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I did, and he bought his cock to me. “Lick it like your life depends on it; make it hard.”

I took in a breath of air and began licking. I started at the tip, circling his head, tasting his precum. He was semi-hard, and I was determined to suck him dry. His penis was mushroom-shaped, and my tongue trailed along the back part of where his foreskin was cut. Slowly I moved up and down his shaft until I fully engulfed his dick. I could smell his sex, the heat of his balls. I went to grab one when suddenly my ass was spanked.

“You do not get to touch us unless commanded. Minus 3 points.”

Shit.

The next thing I felt was a penis head against my asshole. It felt dry, with no lubrication. I mentally started to panic. I heard someone sound like they were building up to spit, and then I thought it against my ass. One of them spits on my asshole. As I was sucking the Master’s cock and inhaling him, the second guy behind me shoved his dick head into my ass. It didn’t feel like much went in, but it hurt. I froze, not wanting to bite down on the cock in my mouth. I took deep breaths, focusing on giving pleasure.

“Good girl, 5 points,” Master said.

That helped me relax, and soon it felt like the whole cock was in my ass.

The guy behind me worked me in and out when I felt fingers in my vagina, playing with my clitoris. I was overloaded with sensations trying to focus on my pleasure but remembering I wasn’t allowed to cum.

“Good girl, focus on my cock.”

Shortly after, the third cock made it into my cunt. I was full, overwhelmed, and horny. I needed a release.

“She’s getting wetter, fuck, I love whores,” one of them said behind me.

“Her asshole is opening great; I’m sticking a finger in there, too, playing.”

“Good little whore, I will cum on your face, and you will not move. Blink if you understand.”

I looked up at him and blinked. I’d never taken a cum shot directly to the face before. But I never had a dick in my ass either, so today was a day of firsts.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed it with his hand. I watched as he jerked himself off, anticipating the shot. After thirty seconds, the warm juices flew out of his dick and aimed at my nose. The salty liquid hit my eyes, nose, mouth, face, and everywhere.

“You will not clean that off; all day, you will wear my mark, you understand whore?”

“Yes, sir.”

The next thing I knew, my ass was being spanked, and cum was shot on my back. The spanking hurt, but I dare not say anything. “Good girl, 5 points.”

There was one more guy left; he was fucking my cunt hard, and it felt like he would rip me.

“Stop” the Master yelled at him. “Pull out now.” The Master walked over, and it felt like he was looking at my cunt. The next thing I knew, he slapped it, spanking it hard. “Now, cum on her right here.”

The hot sperm burned where the Master had just spanked me. I held my tongue, saying nothing.

Today was going to be a very long day.