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By *ornLord OP Man
over a year ago
Wiltshire and London |
The taxi ride lasted about half an hour. I had showered quickly and changed into more casual clothes, taking care to ensure she thought I'd still pass muster wherever we were going. We arrived outside a large building that looked as though it might once have been an impressive hotel, and we walked to the entrance where Clare announced herself "and one guest" on an intercom and we were buzzed in.
The dimly lit bar area inside the second set of doors was sparsely populated, a few people in casual dress, with some of the ladies more revealingly attired than others - and some of the gents not exactly over-dressed either, with at least one shirt undone to the midriff or more.
"Hi, quiet night so far, just a few in", the female bar attendant greeted Clare. "Still, early days".
"No problem, we can have a look around in the meantime, make our own fun".
"As you do", chuckled the attendant back.
The club was divided, like others I had experienced, into various larger and smaller rooms and cabins, some with 'couples only' signs, some with doors lockable from the inside; one was already locked, with noises from beyond betraying a couple in the throes... Clare led me through to the other side of the cabin, where a large window showed the occupants, a curvy brunette with her legs wide open to her partner, a solidly built bald man who was pistoning her vigorously with what, when he paused, looked like a good nine inches of solid flesh. As we watched, she felt down to where my cock was stiffening at the sight.
"Dirty boy, wish you were doing that to me with people watching?"
"Oh yes, that or watching him do that to you - I imagine your sugar daddy being like that".
"Hmmm, I wish, mine's got a much smaller cock, but otherwise he does look similar."
Having unzipped my trousers, Clare had by now taken full grip of my cock. Without relinquishing her grip, she led me back to the main bar area - eliciting a bawdy wink from the attendant - to another side room, where there were rows of lockers.
"It's a bit warm in here; I think we ought to get more comfortable", she said, beginning to undo my shirt. I reciprocated, undoing her blouse, and presently we were stripped down to our underwear, she in her thong, bra and hold-ups, and I in my briefs, which did little to constrict my erect cock.
"You don't mind showing off that dad bod then", Clare asked, "or that randy old cock?"
"It pays to advertise", I retorted, "and in any case you'll be getting lots of business, I bet. Maybe you should chat up that guy and his lady for a start."
We made our way back to the viewing room, where by now some other couples were watching the show, which came to a fairly abrupt end when the woman climaxed, followed a few moments later by her man, both noisily, and both then collapsed on the bed before she moved over to suck the last cum from his cock. I realised that Clare was no longer in my vicinity, and then saw the woman get up and unlatch the door, evidently in response to a request. I was not totally surprised when Clare entered the room and after a quick exchange with the woman, took the man's flaccid penis in hand, fondling his balls as well. It wasn't long before his tool revived, and Clare then took his knob in her mouth and began to deep-throat him - well, as far as she could, given the size of his member. She didn't object when the woman started to fondle her ass, and indeed when she knelt behind Clare and began to lick her between her legs, then slipping her thong down for better access. Clare continued to fellate her guy, who reached down and pulled her hair gently, apparently increasing her arousal - and mine, as my cock was now fully erect. I realised that another hand was now fondling my bulge, and I heard a feminine chuckle: "Looks like they're enjoying your girl", said the voice, silkily, "You enjoying the sight of that too?"
"Oh, she's a real tart", I answered knowingly, "she's like this with all the guys. I wouldn't put it past her to have them all by the end of the night."
"You're not wrong, my friend" - a male voice this time, dark and Caribbean, like molasses - "she loves lots of cocks, I know from experience. I'm Jim, by the way, and this little lady is Harriet. And she's enjoyed Clare as well quite a few times."
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