Date: Wed, 9 Jun 2004 07:10:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steven at the Club

It is around 7:30 in the evening as Cyn drives the
Mercedes downtown.  Cyn is to have the night off, a
free girl as long as she picks Mistress, Amanda and me
up from the Club at exactly midnight.  I have never
been to the Club, but I sort of know what to expect.
This is one of the occasional times that Mistress
wishes to show Amanda and me off, advertising for the
sexual services she has taught us to perform for
wealthy women.  Under our long coats, Amanda is
wearing only a sheer bra and g-string, while I have
only a soft black wool "sock" that covers my permanent
erection and my balls.

Cyn pulls the car up in front of the nondescript
entrance to the club.  I help Mistress and Amanda out
of the car, then Mistress leads us inside.   We all
check our coats, leaving Mistress in a glittering
evening gown, and us slaves in almost nothing.  Amanda
is allowed to keep her spike-heeled sandals, but I
must go barefoot.

We enter the main room of the club.  There is rock
music, not too loud, and there are blackjack tables
and a roulette wheel.  The only men to be seen are
guys around 20 years old, dancing on a stage to the
music.  They have cool muscle bodies, all oiled up,
and they are wearing the same kind of sock that I am.
Mistress leans over to tell me I should join those
older men on the stage, and dance.  "But I don't know
how to dance!" I tell her.

"You don't need to dance well.  Just get up there and
wiggle your hips, and the women here will love you.
After all, you are the only male in the place with an
erection to show off.  Now go!"  Mistress slaps me on
my naked ass, so I run up on stage, and I feel like a
fool as I dance next to these 6-foot tall older guys.
There are well dressed young women with expensive
jewelry all along the front of the stage, and they
keep on reaching out to touch the legs of the men
beside me.  But I am a lot shorter than they are, so
the ladies can all reach my cock sock, and they keep
on doing it.

Soon all those older guys are staring at me and my
cock and all the attention it is getting.  Shit!  I
can't help it if my erection will never go away.  But
then I start to enjoy it, the fact that I am starting
to steal the show.  I get a bit crazy and start
prancing around on the stage, and I even start to
pinch some of the older guys on their naked asses.
They go even more crazy and start covering their butts
with their hands, and all the ladies start to laugh
and clap their hands.

I dance along the front of the stage, and this really
beautiful young woman with golden brown skin and
gleaming white teeth gets up from her chair.  She
grabs my cock and crams it into her mouth, complete
with the wool sock around it.  I keep on doing my best
at dancing, pumping into her mouth to the sound of
applause that drowns out the music.  I am so excited
that I squirt great gobs of cum into the sock, and she
pushes me away.  I see her big grin with my cum-soaked
sock hanging lewdly out of her mouth, and realize that
my erection is now totally naked.

Suddenly my Mistress is with me.  "Steven!  Who gave
you permission to ejaculate?"  I am mortified, and
fall to my knees to beg for forgiveness, but Mistress
orders me, "Since you have let yourself cum in this
woman's mouth, you are going to let her do the same in
yours.  Now get down on your knees and do your job!"

I jump down off the stage, but there isn't enough room
for me to kneel before the golden brown girl and lift
her dress.  I don't know what to do, but the other
women who are obviously her friends gathered around
the same table cum to my rescue.  Somehow they manage
to lift her and get her sitting on the table, and her
chair disappears.  Now I have room to fall to my knees
with my face between her thighs.

The other women lift the hem of her pale blue satin
dress to reveal the matching thong beneath.  They urge
her to lie back across the table, then they push down
the top of her strapless party dress.  Two of the
women move in to suck her dark brown nipples.

Under some circumstances I would use my teeth to rip
trough the satin panties before me, but somehow I get
the feeling that the blue satin thong must have cost
this girl half a week's pay.  Carefully I slide my
hands up the backs of this girl's thighs to fondle her
ass cheeks.  Then I gently hook my fingers into the
sides of her thong and begin to pull it down.  She
really does have lovely legs, and a barely-visible
bikini tan line.

I lean closer between her thighs as I leave the thong
hanging from her left ankle.  Like my fellow
sex-slaves, she is completely hairless, and her scent
tells me she has recently used a strawberry douche.
This girl came to the club ready for sex, and it is my
job to fulfill her wish.

Her inner pussy lips are distended, lush and wrinkled,
like the petals of a ??? flower.  I try to make the
first lick soft and smooth, but instantly her pelvis
bucks up and almost breaks my nose.  I adjust my angle
to make the next lick start at her ass hole, then
slowly move up over her vaginal opening to part those
luscious lips.  She is shaking all over, and I stop
short of licking her clit.

Out of the sides of my eyes I can see a lot of other
women gathered around the table, but they are not
cheering me on.  I am just a slave with a tongue.
Instead they are cheering this beautiful golden-brown
girl on toward an orgasm.  I start to time my licks to
the rhythm of their cheers, each time getting closer
to her clit.  Each time my tongue dips a bit deeper
into her sweet love tunnel.

I have been required to lick a lot of pussy since I
became a sex slut, but the mob of women around us
starts chanting "Cum!  Cum!  Cum!"  I want to stretch
out the experience, but my girl finally grabs my hair,
and the way she pulls me face-first into her crotch
makes it obvious that she needs to heed the call of
the women around her, and she needs it NOW!

I like this girl.  I think the strawberry douche is so
considerate, and the rest of what flows from her pussy
is sweet and fresh.  So I am really careful about the
way I bite down on her clitoris.  She screams a scream
that drowns out the chanting and the music and
everything else in the large room, and my chin is
drenched in her vaginal eruption.

I have done my job as a sex provider, so slowly I
stand up with sweet sex juice flowing down my neck
onto my chest.  Most of the crowd is cheering the girl
I have been servicing, so I have a moment to look
around.  The stage is deserted, except for Amanda and
one of the women club members locked in a 69.  The men
dancers are at various tables, either dancing with
their cocks in the women's mouths, or just plain
humping women who are bent over the tables with their
skirts up and their panties down.

"Steven!"  My Mistress' voice snaps me out of my
observations.  "Get over to the roulette table."  I
obey, and at the table Mistress whispers into my ear,
"I have a lot of money bet that you can out-fuck all
of the older men here put together.  So you are going
to do it.  There are only 5 men dancers and I doubt
they can keep it up to give orgasms to 3 women each.
So get fucking."

Like my girl in blue satin, most of the women were in
the 25 to 40 ages, and they were mostly dressed in
short party dresses.  Again my Mistress shows me that
she has a lot of influence.  She leads me from table
to table, and always there is a woman there for me to
fuck.  Many have stripped totally naked, and are
leaning back on their elbows with their legs spread
for me.  Most have glistening wet pussies ready for my
cock, probably excited by the atmosphere and scent of
sex that is all through the room.

Some of the older women are less ready for sex, and it
is here that my training as a sex slave serves me
well.  I must lick their pussies until their natural
juices begin to flow, so I can thrust into them
without causing pain.  Seriously, I'm sure that there
are at least 4 wealthy women who have their first
orgasms in years.  I expect to see them again soon at
my Mistress' home.

Just humping my hips back and forth in the mechanical
motions of sex isn't so much of a thrill to me any
more.  It is the noises of passion and the facial
expressions of ecstasy that can give a sex slave the
feeling of a job well done.  Some women want to be
taken from behind, and thrust their asses back against
me.  Some flop helplessly around on the blackjack
tables, where the staff has long since taken away the
cards and the chips.

Within an hour, mine is the only stiff cock in the
club, and the women start to cheer me on, "Go Steven
Go!"  This is a new stage of fucking joy for me, and I
am in a sort of a daze, as Mistress leads me from a
vagina to a pussy to a cunt.  I must have blacked out,
because I hear Mistress Gloria's voice, "Steven!
That's enough.  It's time to go home now.  Cyn is
here."

I open my eyes, and realize that I am lying on top of
a good-looking brunette woman.  Her bra is pushed up
over her boobs and my lips are still sucking on her
nipples.  My cock still twitches in her vagina.  Her
eyes are closed, and with every movement of my
erection, she trembles in an orgasmic after-shock.
Mistress slowly lifts me, and I withdraw from her sex.
 She sighs.

Amanda drapes my long coat over my naked body, then
she and Cyn and my Mistress lead me to the door.  As
we make our way out among the tables and the
semi-dressed crowd of women, they applaud.