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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: As with all my writing, I never really know how a story is going to unfold until it happens. I write spontaneously and there is never a plan until close to the end. This story has turned a little darker and in ways I never expected, but the end is in sight, so I hope you'll stay with me for these last few chapters.
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'Take me to a club,' Helen whispered in my ear. We lay entwined, enjoying a post-coital cuddle.
'Which one did you have in mind?'
'Don't know. Somewhere I can get lots of cock! I want to be a proper slut for a night.'
'Wow! Seriously?' I replied. 'You used to be such a nice girl!'
She giggled. 'Hold my hands and let them fuck me one by one. I want to feel it.'
It was a very horny thought, but most of the adult clubs were closed, so we agreed to drive over to 'Unit Seven' who were surreptitiously (and illegally) advertising a 'greedy girls' night.
'Are you absolutely sure about this?' I chimed nervously as we filled in the membership form online.
I've never been a clubbing kind of guy. There are plenty of 'flavours' in the world of swinging but I'd mostly restricted myself to meeting singles and couples in their homes or hotels, content just to offer massage, with the occasional extras if I liked them. Not that I had a problem with clubs. I'd heard some very positive reports. It was simply a little too 'public' for my taste. But the lady had asked, so I picked her up and 40 minutes later we rolled up outside what appeared to be an industrial unit out of town, tucked away down a rough, gravel track. It was, indeed, 'Unit 7' in big letters over the door. Not the most imaginative of club owners, I thought. But I guess it helps when giving out directions.
It was a meat market! Sorry to offend, but really - it was! The air smelled of pussy and stale sweat, with just a hint of spunk. The building was filled with naked men of all shapes, sizes and skin colour. Social distancing had clearly gone out of the window, along with any sense of decency. In my humble opinion, it was gross.
Helen, on the other hand, seemed entranced by it all, soaking in the view, glancing from man to man.
'Plenty of cock then,' I whispered in her ear.
She stood for a moment with a slightly dazed look. 'Where are the women?' she mumbled.
'Playrooms,' I replied. 'Get your kit off and let's explore.'
We shucked off our clothes and stuffed them into a locker. I have no problem being naked with other people around but even I felt slightly uncomfortable. I tried not to look down, worried about cock envy. Helen, on the other hand, couldn't take her eyes off them all.
She leaned in and whispered. 'There are so many different... sorts!'
I laughed and gave her hand a squeeze. 'Yes, there certainly are! And you can try them all!'
There were several playrooms, some lit, some dark. We moved from room to room, watching others. In one room men were actually queuing to doggy style a large woman on the floor. She had cushions under her knees and a bottle of water. It looked decidedly uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to mind, grunting loudly as some black guy slammed into her from behind.
As we moved down the corridor, a woman stumbled out of a doorway and we peered in. It was empty.
'In here,' said Helen, dragging me into the room. It was almost completely filled with a large bed and an assortment of pillows and cushions. There was a single lamp in the corner, casting an orange glow across the room. Next to it were tubes of lubricant and a bowl filled with multicoloured condoms. The words 'sweets, but for grown ups' popped into my head and I smirked. She reached up and kissed me, then hopped on the bed and lay back.
Within seconds there were men in the room. Where the fuck did they appear from, I thought! Three, four, five. Is there a bloody sign outside or something? One or two were stiff, others flaccid, but they were all fondling their cocks, gazing hungrily at Helen's body.
'Who's first?' said Helen matter-of-factly.
The men seemed surprisingly reticent. Glances were exchanged, almost as though each was seeking permission from the others to mount this naked woman. A young Asian guy grabbed a condom from the bowl and stepped forward, climbing on to the bed. He ripped open the packet, fumbling with the rubber and eventually forced it over his stiffy. Then he lay on top of her, and pushed his way into her snatch. I swear I saw one of the others drooling slightly.
Helen grunted. 'Ow!' She exclaimed pushing him back a little. 'Sorry, I need lube,' she said, looking up at me. I was still reeling slightly from the shock of seeing all these men crowding around my lover, but I grabbed the nearest tube and passed it to her. Then I knelt behind her head and kissed her, resigning myself to the moment. Her choice. All I can do is watch and keep her safe, I thought.
The Asian guy lasted about 3 minutes, and as soon as he pulled out, a short, fat bloke moved in and put his weight on Helen's body. He grunted as he fucked her. She gamely spread her legs further to make space for his fat thighs. I personally found it revolting, but Helen was groaning with each thrust. He came, pulled out and discarded the johnny on the floor as he left the room. Not a single word of thanks, I thought. Like I said, a fucking meat market!
I was holding Helen's hands, my head nuzzled into hers as the next guy strapped on a condom and shuffled forward, giving her tits a quick squeeze as he lay on top of her.
'I think I'd like to be blindfolded,' whispered Helen. 'Then I can think of you. Or maybe Brad Pitt.'
'Are you actually enjoying this?' I mumbled in her ear. She groaned again as her lover (totally inappropriate word under the circumstances) slid into her pussy.
'It's.... different,' she replied hesitantly. 'I think I may be sore tomorrow.' She tried to grin, but it looked more like a grimace. 'Could you see if you can find a blindfold?' She muttered.
I stood and wandered out of the room, slightly concerned about her welfare as I left her in that bear pit, and headed towards the bar in the hope that they might have something I could purchase. Preferably in a hermetically sealed packet. But it was not to be.
'You could try a towel?' said the lady behind the counter. A woman in a tight basque, propping up the bar, offered me something black and lacy, but it turned out to be a thong. And she was actually a 'he', although, of course, I totally respect whatever she identifies as.
I eventually found what appeared to be a clean towel in one of the closets and made my way back to the playroom. It was heaving.
'Come on boys, don't be shy,' I heard her voice, coming from the bed. I forced my way around to Helen's head and knelt behind her again. She kissed me in that awkward upside down position that never really works, and I placed the towel over her eyes.
It was at that moment I noticed the guy pull out and squirt over her tummy.
'Where's your fucking johnny?' I barked at him angrily.
'She said don't bother,' he replied and wandered off. A hairy black guy stepped forward. He didn't seem to be wearing a condom either.
'What the fuck is going on?' I said to the room. A sea of blank, lifeless faces stared back at me.
'Please don't,' pleaded Helen.
And then it dawned on me.
'No!' I shouted. 'Absolutely not! This isn't how you make babies!'
Helen was trying to pull me down, clutching my arms, pleading. But I wasn't having any of it.
'Show's over, guys. No more tonight.'
'She can do whatever she wants...' started one of the mindless idiots crowding around. I glared at him.
'Piss off!' I screamed. 'Out! All of you!'
It took a second to register, but they turned and shuffled out of the room. Helen was sobbing and I cradled her in my arms. I wanted to scream at her for being such a stupid cow, putting her health at risk even more than we'd already (stupidly) done. What the fuck was I thinking, agreeing to this!? I grabbed a loose sheet and pulled it over her body. She cried for a while and I just held her, shooing away anyone who peered into the room.
I managed to get her dressed and out of the building although she sobbed and sniffled throughout. I found a 24 hour pharmacist and persuaded her to take the morning after pill. Then I took her back to my place. I knew Martin was away and since I'd never been given his mobile, there was no way to contact him, so I tucked her up in my bed and dropped on to the sofa. But there was no way I could sleep. I googled furiously on my laptop - conception, IVF, adoption, even mental health websites. But it was too much to absorb at 2AM.
What have I done to this beautiful woman? I fretted. And what the hell can I do to fix this? |
Give her a baby and never ever let her go!! 
