I heard a soft tapping and realised someone was knocking at a door which I guessed led into an adjoining room. I heard a familiar voice trilling.
‘Knock knock!’ The door opened and Claire wafted in, grinning like the Cheshire Cat and wearing some sort of silky robe, under which her slim figure was, I guessed, naked.
‘I hope I’m disturbing something!’ she giggled. ‘Oh, good, you’ve got Paul, lucky thing. I had to change men; poor old David’s worn out’. She led in a handsome black man in a towelling robe. ‘ This is Marco; Marco this is Sara, and you know Paul of old’. She smiled.
‘Would you like some champagne, Lady Jane?’ asked Paul.
I was getting very confused now.
‘Perhaps I ought to explain’ offered Claire.
‘Perhaps you had!’ I replied.
‘Come and sit beside me darling, and I’ll make it all clear.’ She patted the pillows on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and propped myself up against the bedhead. Claire put her arm around me. Marco and Paul sat reclining in armchairs, watching us with interest.
‘Now, as you’ve probably guessed, I’m not really Lady Sara Underwood. In fact she doesn’t even exist. She’s just a little cover story for the club. I imagine by now you’ve guessed what sort of things go on here’.
I said I had a rough idea.
‘So, I don’t really want to use my real name when I’m inviting people to a....’
‘High class knocking shop?’ I suggested.
Claire’s laughter pealed through the room. I tried again.
‘Alright then...swingers’ club’.
‘Oh darling, you’re being suburban again! We’re nothing to do with knocking shops, swingers, Hugh Hefner or any of that cheesy seventies rubbish. This is a discrete club for single professional ladies where they can fulfil their every desire with handpicked, high quality men. For a price, of course’.
‘ You mean you charge people for sex?’ I blurted out.
‘Shhhh darling. That would be naughty – and probably illegal. No, I just charge a little something for organising things, and pay the boys a bit of pocket money. Anything else that goes on between the guests is up to them’.
‘How much is a little something?’
‘Oh darling I’m not asking YOU to pay. You’re a friend. But most of the ladies who come pay a thousand pounds per night. Olga, that icy little Russian creature downstairs, for example, pays me double that because I know she can afford it’.
I swiftly calculated how much she’d be making per night if the number of women downstairs was anything to go by.
‘Not a bad sideline’ I said.
‘And as you’ve probably guessed the house isn’t mine. This belongs to a former banking client of mine and he pays me to keep an eye on it. So I thought why not take advantage?’
I had to admit I was impressed by her organisation. It was certainly a better bet than the geeks and weirdos I’d met through online dating. By this time I was deeply relaxed, my head buzzing pleasantly with champagne, and I barely noticed that Claire was stroking and playing with my hair, while Marco and Paul had moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
‘So just relax and enjoy the club’s facilities!’ she laughed, throatily, running her hand through my hair.
I moved away from her slightly.
‘Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to try to seduce you. You made that clear before. But why don’t we all just... get on with things...while we’re in the mood?’
Before I had time to feel any embarrassment, Paul had distracted me by lying on my left side and starting to kiss and stroke my neck, sending shivers of excitement through my body. Before I knew it he had eased off my jacket and shirt and was massaging my back with a firm, relaxing rhythm. The champagne was going to my head now and I felt anything was possible. A smell of lavender and cedarwood emanated from the smooth Egyptian cotton of the bedsheets as I lay back and relaxed with Paul lying beside me.
To my right, Marco and Claire had stood up and were kissing each other, oblivious to us. Claire loosened her gown and it fell to the floor with a rustle. She has a slim, athletic figure, with slender hips and an almost flat chest, the boyish look accentuated by her short, bobbed hair.
Marco’s robe fell to the floor as well and I saw a smooth, chocolate brown body with every muscle taut and defined, in stark contrast to Claire’s pale, redhead complexion. His powerful erection jutted forward and Claire knelt down and began to deep throat him effortlessly. Rather than feel embarrassed I began to feel incredibly turned on as she expertly worked her lips up and down his cock.
By now Paul had begun fondling me through my clothes and without hesitation I sat up and peeled off my shirt and jeans and then my underwear. Lying on the bed naked felt deliciously arousing with him in standing in front of me undressing and Marco and Claire entwining with each other on my right. I smelled a hint of cigar tobacco from Paul’s clothes as he dropped them by the bed but also a deeper, masculine scent that thrilled me. His body was sculpted with just the right amount of short, dark hair on his chest, without a trace of excess fat.
Reluctantly turning away from Marco and Claire, my eyes dropped to Paul’s cock, large even though only semi erect, and I felt a thrill of desire race through my body. I leaned forward to the edge of the bed and began to stroke and massage it, leaning forward to flick my tongue along the shaft which hardened rapidly in my closed fist.
It was even bigger now, not overly long but thick and with a capable firmness. I smelled more of that delightful male scent as I swirled my tongue around his tight balls. I lay on my side and continued to suck and lick him as his left hand probed and teased me between my legs. Pulling away from me, Paul eased me back on the bed and began to lap slowly at my clit with his tongue, probing it gently.
‘Mmmm that looks good’ I heard Claire say, and I turned slightly to see her next to me on her side, supporting her head on one hand and watching Paul lick me. Marco was lying next to her and fucking her slowly from behind, while with her middle finger she rhythmically stroked herself below her thin strip of reddish pubic hair.
The desire in me reached fever pitch. I ran my hands through Paul’s hair and raised his head up, looking at him imploringly. He realised how hungry I was and quickly straddled me on the bed, raising my hips up and with tantalisingly slowness easing his glistening cock into me.
‘Oh God that’s amazing’ I breathed, as he began to grind his hips into me.
I looked to my right and saw that Claire and Marco had changed position. Claire was standing on the floor leaning forward to face us, with Marco behind her now thrusting hard into her. Claire’s athletic body was returning each thrust, with the sounds of hard muscular flesh slapping together building up to a crescendo. Paul increased his pace too, raising my legs up to his shoulders so that he could penetrate me deeply.
I heard a series of gasps as Marco and Claire reached their orgasm together, and the bed bounced as Claire fell forward sighing and groaning. I knew the only way I could come was to take the initiative so I eased Paul off me and got him to lay sideways across the bed next to Claire. Marco watched from one of the armchairs as I straddled Paul, easing myself down onto his swollen cock. The soft mattress made balancing difficult though as I tried to move. Claire noticed this and came round behind me.
‘Here, let me help’ she offered, supporting my waist gently but firmly with her hands. I was so turned on now that any second thoughts about letting her touch me had disappeared. Claire seemed to sense this new feeling and began to ease me up and down on Paul’s cock, whispering encouragement in my ear and lightly kissing my neck while looking forward over my shoulder at what was going on.
‘Mmmm, that looks so good....that’s right darling....reach round and stroke his balls....’
We began a faster rhythm and I could sense Paul was close to coming, so I began to thrust urgently up and down on him. Having a DD cup bra size can look quite impressive in that position.
‘Oh, loo
k at those beautiful tits bouncing, don’t they look amazing?’ Gasped Claire, as her fingers lightly caressed them.
Desperate to come now, I leaned back, supporting myself with both hands, bucking my hips back and forwards. I felt the familiar tingling building up but with an amazing new sensation and looked down to see Claire’s hand almost a blur on my clit, her other hand caressing and cupping my breasts, and felt her breathily whispering in my ear.
‘That’s it, that’s it, come for him...’
My body spasmed as a series of orgasms, or was it one long orgasm, rippled through me and I involuntarily gasped out, almost shouting with the relief it brought. As a final treat for Paul I hurriedly climbed off him and got him to stand over me as I kneeled in front of him and took his cock in my mouth, working it urgently with my tongue, while Claire caressed his balls and thighs. His eyes were fixed on mine, and gleamed with desire.
‘Are you going to come all over her tits Paul? I can’t wait to see it...’ whispered Claire.
She didn’t have to wait long. Claire got back round behind me and squeezed my breasts up and together while I gave a final flourish to Paul’s cock, pulling it out of my mouth and wanking it hard just as he began to come; a rain of small droplets first, spread out all over my breasts and mouth, and then a long, thick streak of hot white fluid shooting across both my nipples.
Claire gasped with delight and worked the glistening liquid into my chest with slow, circular movements of her fingers until they became two slippery, shining peaks.
We collapsed on the bed, Paul and I entwined and utterly satisfied while Claire and Marco, with seemingly endless energy, looked on with wicked smiles.
‘Will there be any problem with my membership, Lady Underwood?’ I asked teasingly.
Claire giggled. ‘Sara, darling, with that performance I think you’ve just earned yourself a free lifetime subscription’.
Four
All that week at work I was distracted by the thought of ‘Lady Underwood’s’ club, and eagerly awaited the next session on Friday evening. The week’s meetings went by in a blur, and more than once I found myself daydreaming about Paul, imagining us coiled in different positions, sometimes with Claire joining us, and sometimes, more romantically, just the two of us. Once I got so turned on I had to touch myself in the loo, coming almost instantly and emerging guiltily from the cubicle, a silly smile plastered over my face from the natural high rushing through my body, replacing the default mood of stress I seem to have at work.
Unlike my first visit, this time I would be prepared for the evening’s events at the Club, so I visited the gym every day to tone up, and called in at Rigby and Peller for some sexy black, lacy underwear with stockings and suspenders. I had a Brazilian wax at the beautician’s and a hideously expensive hairdo at Richard Ward’s after begging and pleading the girl to bring my usual appointment forward.
Finally 5pm on Friday afternoon rolled around, and to some concerned glances from colleagues, (people in our small office rarely finish before 8) I jumped in a taxi, texting Claire on the way to make sure everything was still going ahead. With delicious anticipation I wondered what might happen tonight and whether Paul would be there.
After a shower, hurried meal and checking of hair and makeup, I squeezed myself into a tight black dress with minimal jewellery and dashed into another waiting taxi, noticing an admiring glance in the mirror from the driver as he asked ‘where to?’
I was soon back at the black front door in Belgravia, with the scent of lime trees wafting from the square gardens on the warm summer breeze. This time it was with a sense of tingling expectation about what the evening would bring. I rang the bell.
This time it was Claire who answered. Her face lit up when she saw me.
‘Sara! I thought we might see you again. Can’t keep a good girl down, eh? Come in, come in!’
I stepped into the hall and noticed Claire was looking more sexy than ever in a slim fitting, straight cut dress which showed off her boyish figure well. She led me through to the drawing room which, once again, was filled with a range of well groomed women and handsome men.
Pressing a glass of champagne into my hand, she led me over to a large, athletically built man by the window. He had cropped fair hair and piercing blue eyes.
‘Sara, let me introduce you to David. He’s from the States.’
‘A pleasure to meet you, Sara’ he said in a soft, southern accent. ‘Would you care to go upstairs with me?’
‘Fast worker, aren’t you?’ I said coyly, twisting my hair like a schoolgirl. He was attractive, I thought, and yes, I would like to go upstairs with him, as he euphemistically put it...but I couldn’t help wondering where Paul was.
Then I spotted him. Looking more gorgeous than ever, standing by the fireplace wearing an open white shirt and dark trousers. He was talking to that Russian girl, what was her name – Olga. He spotted me and I felt a thrill of excitement as he smiled and came over. I was less excited to see Olga follow him.
Introductions were performed, and Olga coolly shook my hand. She was tall and immaculately beautiful, like something created by a computer programme. Her job was something vague in finance, but I suspected she was just a spoilt daddy’s girl with a private income. She flicked her long blonde hair and looked at me with cold appraisal as Paul and I embraced.
‘Paul and I were just going upstairs’ she said, with a strong Russian accent.
Wishing she would just disappear, I decided to risk it and said ‘Wonderful. Why don’t David and I join you?’
I could see jealousy in Olga’s eyes mixed with the arousal of a competitive streak. Two can play at that game, darling, I thought.
‘Why not. Bring your friend, I like him. We have good time, I think.’
A few minutes later Olga and I were relaxing on the large four poster bed watching David and Paul strip to their underwear, drinking champagne and becoming increasingly aroused by each other and the sound of enthusiastic lovemaking coming from the next bedroom.
Olga stood up and went closer to the two men, facing me on the bed. ‘Boys, I think is time you did some work for me, yes? Unzip this dress, please’.
Paul obliged, letting the dark, silky material fall off her body like water, revealing long, tanned limbs and bra and knickers in a glossy dark purple. She kept on her tarty looking stilletoes with platform soles, making her look even taller. Paul unclasped her bra to reveal her small but pert, well formed breasts, the pink nipples hardening as Paul caressed and kissed her neck.
David ran his hands along her thighs, teasing his fingers under the edge of her knickers. Gently he eased these off and my eyes travelled the length of her legs upwards to her slim thighs, between which a small, blonde triangle topped a line of pink coral. She licked her finger and began to touch herself, all the while appraising me with that cold look.
‘I think Sara you are a bit shy? Yes? Don’t worry, is no problem, all of us friends. I help you’.
Although my jealous streak was aroused, actually, I was a bit shy. I felt intimidated by Olga, and a little worried at the huge bulk of David, especially his enormous cock, I guessed eight or nine inches long, which Olga was now kneeling down to stroke and lick while looking at me through heavy lidded eyes.
She then turned to Paul on her right and began to suck his manhood more enthusiastically, looking up at him while he moaned with pleasure. Right, I thought. Two can play at that game. I slipped out of my dress keeping my high heels on like her and striding forwards to the bed. I saw Paul and David’s eyes bulge as they caught sight of my breasts, several sizes larger than Olga’s, and now freed from their straining bra.
‘Why don’t I take care of Paul while you look after David?’ I said.
I saw a flash of fire in Olga’s eyes. With a tone of challenge, she drawled ‘‘I have better idea. Why don’t you suck Paul’s cock, while David fuck you? Is good, I think, no?
I was almost bursting with desire now. Why not, I thought. I’d never bee
n with two men before...and I wanted to try it. Looking up at Paul, who now had a broad grin on his face, I started to lick and suck the shaft of his cock. In the large wardrobe mirror in front of us I could see Olga behind me, leaning against the bed and lazily stroking her clit, looking appreciatively at David while he straddled me.
He gently pressed his huge girth into me as I pushed my bottom upwards towards him. I gasped with pleasure as I felt the thick shaft penetrate me and begin to move in long, slow strokes. I responded by sucking Paul harder and massaging his balls with my free hand. My eyes met with Olga’s in the mirror and I saw her expression soften a little.
‘Is look really good...amazing...Sara, you have very beautiful body. I like’.
She was right – the feeling of being with two men was amazing and better than I could ever have imagined. I felt all inhibitions disappear, deliciously anticipating what would happen next.
After a while I sensed we needed a change. Before I could say anything, Olga had come over to us and was running her hand lazily up and down my back, kissing and caressing David’s chest and thighs while looking intently at us and whispering ‘It looks so good...fuck her more, I like it...’
He started to breath heavily and began pounding me. Olga smiled and stroked and rubbed David’s balls and with her other hand rubbed my clit. I sensed Paul was close to coming as well so I pulled him out of my mouth.
The pleasure was mounting to an almost unbearable level. Before I knew it, a warm glow had spread outwards from my thighs and an orgasm rippled over me.
‘Ok, enough for you. Now my turn. I want come very much’ said Olga.
I lay exhausted on the floor and watched with a tinge of jealousy as Paul lay on the bed and Olga slowly eased herself, reverse cow-girl style, onto him. She immediately began bouncing up and down, jerking David’s cock against her face and mouth as he stood next to her.
Within seconds she gave a loud shout, her face contorted in a massive orgasm. David groaned and with a spasm, shot a thick stream of cum onto her face. She clambered up and, wiping her mouth, looked at me and said
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