**Closed club** **Examples:** * This is a closed club for members only. * He felt like he was trying to join a closed club. * The company's management was like a closed club.
Hello everyone. This is my first story and I want to dedicate it to the person who inspired me to write it. In gratitude for this, I used some words and expressions I heard and read from him addressed to me.
And to make it easier for the reader to imagine everything that's happening, I want to post my photo. Thank you all and don't judge too harshly.
"Are we sure this is the right place?"
"We're about to find out," answered Vadim, pressing the doorbell.
The door was opened by a tall doorman in a perfectly pressed tailcoat and shoes polished to a shine. Vadik handed him a card, after which he stepped aside, gesturing for
us to enter."Definitely the right place," I thought, feeling the trembling in my knees intensify.
We walked through a long, well-kept, and brightly lit courtyard. A warm spring breeze was blowing on me, but I felt a shiver beginning to run through my whole body. The doorman led us to a massive oak door and opened it, again gesturing for us to enter. The first thing I felt was a faint aroma of completely different perfumes. A sweet girl greeted us and suggested Vadim come over and sign the guest book. As we walked, I saw that very staircase that Marishka had told me about, and I felt the blood pulsing in my temples, this, this is the place where we will have to part.
While I stood stunned, the girl was saying something about papers that Vadik needed to sign. He turned around and kissed me tenderly, taking my face in both his hands.
"Well, last chance to run away," he said with a smile.
Oh no, retreating isn't in my nature, we came, so let's get on with it.
"See you in the hall!" I replied as carefree as possible.
At that moment, another girl approached me and, again with a gesture, invited me to proceed to the staircase.
"What, are half of them mute here?!" I thought irritably.
Descending the stairs, I turned around and saw the first girl leading Vadik towards a door opposite the entrance; he also turned and winked at me, smiling, raising the corners of his lips only on one side, just the way I love. This gave me strength, and more confidently now, I hurried after the girl escorting me.
I was led into a cozy room with the number 9 on the door. Dim lighting, a large mirror on one wall and another opposite it, a big, no, simply huge bed on high legs, all covered with pillows. A carpet with soft pile, a couple of armchairs and an ottoman. The girl took a notepad from the table and started writing, asking me questions.
"Well, well, a talking one," I thought sarcastically.
"Your height, weight, shoe size?"
"171 cm, 55 kg, size 36," I answered.
"Okay," she continued businesslike. "Eyes brown, hair chestnut, any allergies?"
"No."
"That's wonderful," she said, closing the notepad, "make yourself comfortable, the bathroom is on the left, you'll find everything you need there, wait."
She turned on her heels and left, and I went to the bathroom.
Everything standard - bathtub, shower, toilet with bidet, only next to the bidet there was also a packaged enema.
"Thanks, no need," I thought, "I did everything necessary at home."
I heard the doors to the room open and hurried to see who was there.
The same girl who had escorted me entered unhurriedly, holding a long red dress in her hands. Following her was another one with a small suitcase.
"You will need to use what's in the bathroom," the first one informed me, "if you want, I can help you."
"No, thank you, I did all the procedures less than an hour ago," I replied.
"Good," the first one nodded approvingly and suggested I change into a robe and sit on the ottoman by the mirror.
The second girl put her suitcase on the table, took out makeup, touched up my face a bit, while brightly painting my lips with red lipstick to match the dress. Then she gathered my hair, securing it with one hairpin. She packed her things and left without saying a word.
My girl was writing something in her notepad all this time, then walked over to the dress, which had been lying on the bed all this time, and told me to undress completely. I, of course, understand that a bra isn't needed under such a dress, but to be left without panties, especially since they were black, and I was wearing black shoes on a bitchy stiletto heel and they complemented each other perfectly. I refused to take them off, to which the girl smiled maliciously but remained silent, helping me get dressed. It was gorgeous. Bright red on thin straps, flowing smoothly down. A back bare almost to the butt, and in front along the legs, two mind-blowing slits, ending so high that when walking, my long, gorgeous legs (which I love most about myself) were almost completely exposed.
"Hmm, and why didn't she like the panties, they're not visible at all, neither from the front nor the back," I thought, twirling in front of the mirror.
There was a knock at the door...
...
I followed my escort through a long, winding corridor. We went up the stairs, and, approaching another door, I heard laughter. The doors swung open, and I entered a large, not brightly lit room, music was playing, in the middle of the room stood a large bar counter. Behind it sat beautifully dressed, made-up, and coiffed girls. They were laughing and drinking cocktails. I walked up to the counter. A blonde sitting nearby turned around. Her eyes were already tipsy, and her lips stretched into a contented smile.
"Is it your first time or something?" she asked, crossing her leg over her knee, exposing part of her stocking's elastic, "have a shot of whiskey, it'll loosen you up, you'll be less nervous."
I did just that, swallowed a couple of "hayballs" of whiskey in one gulp, and after the second one, I already got tipsy, probably because my stomach was empty, nothing had gone down my throat all day.
At that moment, the same girl who had met Vadik and me entered the hall.
"Please follow me," she said and walked into the depths of the room towards a double door. She approached and fully opened them.
I still hadn't gotten off the bar stool. Whether the whiskey made itself known or my nerves just failed, but all my determination instantly evaporated. I saw men talking peacefully among themselves. There were more of them than girls, meaning not everyone came in pairs. Let's see where my Vadik is.
The men stopped their conversations and shifted their attention to the ladies who had approached them. Only one group of three people stood apart, not distracted by what was happening. I slowly got off my observation post, not forgetting to swallow another portion of alcohol. My whole body was burning. Slowly entering the room, I smelled the aroma of cigars and something else, so familiar... To my surprise, I didn't find Vadim. Scanning the room once more with my eyes, I met the gaze of one of the men from the separate group. He stood and looked so calmly and habitually, as if at a shop window. Tall, fair-haired, handsome, around 35, with a perfectly straight posture. I was used to men's intent gazes on me, so I calmly walked further into the hall, out of the corner of my eye seeing him heading towards me with a leisurely step. I stopped when he came almost right up to me and turned to him. I hadn't imagined such audacity. He looked at my face, then took my chin with two fingers and lifted it up to get a better look. Now that's nerve. His black eyes stared intently into mine, goosebumps ran down my back. But I myself raised my chin a little and arched an eyebrow. After which he snorted.
"Well, well, and what is the name of the unapproachable lady?"
"Teya," I answered.
He snorted, again! Leaned in, kissed me on the lips and said:
"What lips... Mmm... They kiss so nicely... And they probably suck even better? Come with me," he said, turning around.
"Ahh... but, I'm looking for..." — stunned, I tried to object.
"If you're looking for the one you came with, then in vain," the rude man interrupted me, "he's in another hall, it's against the rules for couples who came together to be in the same room."
I tensed up, as I was left without support. My interlocutor meanwhile took me by the hand and went in the direction of his place of deployment, pulling me along. He stopped abruptly, approaching his company, and I crashed into him, almost knocking him off his feet. And he snorted again. Released my hand and introduced me. To which I received an appraising look and an approving nod. Both men were arguing about something enthusiastically. One was about 40, maybe a little older, with a slight gray in his hair, a bit shorter than his companions. The second, a bit younger, fair-haired, was gesturing strongly, proving his point.
At that time, the room emptied a bit, there were fewer and fewer people.
"Alright, let's go, room number," asked the black-eyed one, turning to me.
"9th," I answered, feeling my hands getting cold and the heat flushing over me even more.
He said something to his interlocutors, still holding my hand, leading me deeper into the corridors. Judging by how confidently he walked, it was definitely not his first time.
"What's your name?" I asked to calm down a bit.
"Vadim."
"Holy sh... ," I thought, "what a coincidence!"
We reached my room. Entering it, I saw glasses and a full decanter on the table.
"Efficient..."
"Drink," said Vadim.
"I don't want to yet," I answered as calmly as possible.
"And I said — drink, I understand it's your first time here, but the rules should have been explained to you," Vadim declared completely calmly, sitting down in an armchair and making himself comfortable there, "you must do what any man in the house tells you, whether you like it or not."
"But, there was no such agreement, I came here with my man and... and..." — bewildered, I tried to answer something.
What I really didn't like was the smirk that appeared on his lips.
"You can relax, baby, you won't see your fuck buddy until I let you go, I have all rights over you, in this house only men have a voice and yours signed the relevant papers, so you can take off your crown and relax."
A wave of indignation washed over me.
"How can that be?"
"It's simple, enough chattering, come here to me."
"No, I didn't agree to that," I said and went to the door.
"I said — come back and come to me, I'm asking nicely," Vadim repeated more harshly.
I pretended not to hear.
He shot out of the chair like lightning and covered the distance from the chair to me in two jumps. He painfully grabbed my arm and jerked it towards himself. I barely kept my balance on my high heels to avoid falling to the floor. Vadim pulled me with my back to him and with his free hand grabbed my hair, tilting my head back, pressing close to my ear, he hissed through his teeth:
"I don't like disobedient girls, if you're an obedient slut, then I won't punish you for your little trick, understood?"
Furious anger seized me, I threw my hand back and scratched his face with all my might with my nails, Vadim managed to dodge and only the tips of my nails slightly scratched his cheek. For a second, his grip weakened, and I jerked towards the door, unfortunately, my opponent quickly came to his senses and with his foot closed the door, which I had almost already opened. I looked into his eyes. They became even blacker, now I experienced real fear, what was blazing in his eyes was hard to call a human gaze. I backed away, and the beast slowly approached me, pushing me deeper into the room. Slowly his hands began to lower to his belt, he unbuckled it and with one sharp movement, it was in his hand. This didn't bode well for me.
"I'll teach you now how to treat men," he said, folding the belt in half.
"What to do?! What to do?! What to do?!" raced through my head.
For added fear, he hit the bed's headboard several times, I, trembling like an aspen leaf, heard the belt "whistling" near my ear. On the next strike, the loop caught on the wooden knob of the bedpost. I grabbed the belt, and when he jerked, he pulled me along with it.
"Let go!!"
"No," I answered pitifully, shaking my head quickly.
With his left hand, he squeezed my throat and leaned so close to me that I felt his breath, and it was becoming harder and harder for me to breathe.
"Do you understand who you're defying, trash?" he hissed, lightning flashing in his eyes, "I'll leave no living spot on you, and I won't get anything for it."
My head began to spin from lack of air. The tormentor released me. I simply collapsed on the floor, greedily gulping air. Circling me twice, he was deciding what to do with me.
Vadim went and sat in the armchair. He started giving me tasks, watching how I performed them.
"Pour and bring me and yourself a drink, drink it, bottoms up, and now get on your knees in front of me."
My eyes flashed, he caught that look. It was as if my knees wouldn't bend, once more, but more harshly he repeated it and smirked with satisfaction, seeing me slowly begin to kneel.
When I put my hands on his fly, his cock was simply wooden. I took it out of his pants. The cock turned out to be of decent size. When I kissed the crimson head, I heard a gloating growl from the owner of the asset.
"You understand that I have to punish you for your behavior, so, if you're a good girl and give the best blowjob of your life, then I'll forgive you for being so diligent. And if you pull any more stunts, then I'll take you to the local jail, let a couple dozen convicts into a tiny room, and invite you, all pampered, in there. Do you know what will be left of you? Nothing. Then you'll appreciate my kindness."
I have a very vivid imagination and unfortunately, I managed to imagine such a scenario.
I kissed the tip of his cock. Then my lips descended a little lower, and now the entire head was in my mouth... I sucked on it a little, encircling it with a ring of my lips... then, releasing it, ran my tongue from the frenulum all the way down to the bottom of the scrotum, licking the balls completely with short flicks of my tongue, every millimeter... Then my tongue returned to the very bottom between the balls, and I quickly went all the way up the shaft... and again, and again, and again... as if licking a lollipop. Now I decided to pay attention to the most important hero of the action... I began to softly and tenderly caress the cock with my lips, encircling it with a narrow ring... rising, then descending along it... My lips slid, and my tongue twisted in all directions, playing on the shaft... judging by Vadim's moans, I managed to extract music. I licked the head... ran the back of my tongue over the frenulum, like a pendulum left-right, left-right... And again with the tip of my tongue ran over the entire head, descending to the base of the cock, taking it all into my mouth... inhaling cold air, parting my lips, and rising up to the head, then exhaling hot and taking the cock again, descending to the base.
One of my hands on his balls, the other on his cock. I swallowed the cock and, raising my head up, my hands followed it, moving equally, stroking both the cock and the balls... I ran my tongue from the head of the cock down... Descending to the scrotum, running my tongue between the balls and continuing my journey, pressing my tongue towards his very ass, with the tip
of my tongue caressing it... My hand at this time was jerking off Vadim's cock... my lips returned to the cock and began to suck it intensely. Vadim put his hands on my head. With a light movement, he took out the hairpin from my hair, and it spilled over my shoulders.
Each time I took the cock deeper and deeper into my throat. Now I felt the head contracting, penetrating my throat... the hands in my hair began to press my head down so that I would stay deep on the cock as long as possible. I began to make swallowing movements, and felt the head contract even more, and the cock ready to discharge. My tongue, at this time simply pressed against the balls, lightly tapped them. I slid off the cock, took the balls into my mouth, first one, then the other, then both. My hand was again jerking the cock. The hands in my hair clenched and pulled my hair back. At that moment, I saw the cock aimed at me, I opened my mouth, and streams of hot sperm splashed onto my tongue, onto my lips. It was already starting to run down my chin and drip onto my chest. Vadim still held me by the hair and growled with satisfaction, watching as I, all smeared with his sperm, licked the last drops from his cock.
...
I heard the doors open and saw the men who were with Vadim burst into the room. They caught me just as I was kneeling, with my butt sticking out, and laughed heartily.
"Appetizing girl, a purebred slut" — I heard through the laughter.
The older one sat in the armchair, and the blonde leaned on the headboard of the bed, now he was behind me, and I lost sight of him, but I felt a hand begin to stroke my ass, kneading it. Now hands were on my waist and lifted me, moving me towards the headboard. I again felt hands stroking my ass, lifting the hem of the dress, throwing it onto my back.
"Come on, give me your sinful and slutty ass. So, what's this crap? They clearly explained to you that there should be no underwear," said the owner of the lustful hands, more with satisfaction than irritation.
I felt a finger run along the string of the panties, from the waistband going lower and lower, passing between my buns, stopping first on the anus, fiddling with it. Then descending, it went a little through the panties into my slit, and soon I felt a light pressure on my clitoris. Then it went back up along the panties, and I felt hands tearing the thin fabric, and it fell in tatters to the floor. Now the finger went the same way, only now nothing was in its way.
"What a tight little ass you have, do they rarely fuck you in the ass?" I heard a chuckle, feeling a finger joint brazenly enter my ass — "we'll fix that."
And the finger went down, into my vagina and began to rule there, and at this time, someone's hands began to caress my breasts.
At that moment, the finger came out of me and I felt my buns being spread apart and then a sharp pain, a finger lightning-fast entered my ass, I screamed. The hand that was stroking my breast suddenly covered my mouth and I instinctively bit it with all my might. A cry rang out, and I received a ringing slap.
"You bitch, how hard you bit, there are bloody marks left," I heard from behind, a hairy hand grabbed my chin and sharply turned my head, I saw a gray-haired man an inch away from me, his nostrils flaring with anger, and he was yelling so loudly that I felt his breath on me.
With the words:
"Now, you'll get it for everything," — I saw him pull the belt from his trousers with one movement.
"Is this their favorite way of punishing here or something?" I thought, looking for a place to hide.
The finger had long been extracted from my ass and I no longer felt like a puppet following the owner's movements, and before the fat man swung to hit me, I ducked under his arm, ran away and felt someone's fingers grab my hair and pull it back. I started to fall backwards, but I was caught.
"Take off the dress, bitch," I heard a steely voice that was hard to argue with, "good girl, now get on your knees."
I clenched my teeth and hissed through them — no.
"Don't want to yourself, I'll help," said the blonde in a voice that promised nothing good.
He pushed me towards the bed and ordered me to brace my hands against the headboard. He took a pair of iron handcuffs from the nightstand. I started to resist, but Vadim, who had been watching everything happen from the armchair, got up and helped them put the handcuffs on my wrists. Each was attached to a bedpost on the sides, fortunately the chains on them were long, and I wasn't too spread out.
First I heard a whistle, and then felt a blow, as if something red-hot had struck my ass, again and again. I writhed and screamed. My hands were gripping the bed's headboard so tightly that my fingers turned white from the strain. Then I heard a voice whispering in my ear:
"I'll just grind you to dust, well then, will you be a good girl."
I quickly nodded my head.
"That's a smart girl, drink this," they handed me a glass of alcohol, "now step back a little and present your appetizing little ass to us, smart girl," the blonde said with satisfaction, stroking my shoulders and back. He bent down and ran his tongue over my burning skin, I turned and saw bright red stripes lying one on top of the other, the skin was simply on fire. Then I felt two hands on my hips, and they rose a little higher, spreading my buns. I felt a hot tongue on my clitoris, it fluttered like a butterfly. Then it entered my slit all the way in so that I felt lips sucking around it. Then it disappeared, and in its place came a huge cock, it just burst into me with such a thrust that I couldn't hold on and crashed chest-first into the bed, again and again. At times, he entered so deep that it seemed he would reach my throat, only approaching from the other side. I felt his balls slapping against my clitoris, and the thick cock stretching the ring of my girl to the limit.
At this time, the third one climbed onto the bed and positioned himself in front of my face, looking me straight in the eyes, he put his thumb on my lips and ran it over them. Then he started pushing it into my mouth for me to suck, which I did. Now he was pressing on my lower jaw, opening my mouth wider. As soon as he opened it maximally, he immediately shoved his cock into it.
From the thrusts from behind, my body kept moving back and forth, putting on and taking off the gray-haired man's cock, which gave him great pleasure.
I felt the thrusts from behind speed up, the hands on my hips squeezed even tighter and the blonde started to cum, growling and showering me with a mass of vulgar words. I felt the sperm filling me. He jerked a few more times and fell off. Not a minute passed before I felt a new cock penetrating me. I already recognized it, it was smaller than the previous one, but clearly not worse, the very one I had sucked earlier. He started entering softly and smoothly, carefully spreading the petals of my bud to the sides, fucking me gently. With each subsequent thrust, his movements became sharper and then he said:
"Hold her."
I didn't understand why, but I felt hands grabbing me around the sternum and bending my back down as much as possible, making my butt stick out even more.
Vadim took his cock out of me, ran the head from my clitoris and a little up, collecting the sperm flowing out of me. () From these movements, my body was covered in goosebumps. Then I felt hands spreading my ass. Now it dawned on me... I started to struggle and shout something indignantly, but my mouth was filled with cock, and I could only moan. I felt something hot on my anus and at the same second a sharp pain piercing my whole body, my legs buckled, my hands pressed into the headboard, and tears sprayed from my eyes. At that time, the cock in my ass started to pick up pace, I was running out of air and at that moment the gray-haired one fucking my mouth, with his right hand pinched my nose, and with his left tightly grabbed my head, driving his cock deep into my throat. I felt him shudder, the head contracted and began to release sperm right into my throat, and the cock began to pulsate. He loosened his grip, and a hot stream splashed onto my palate and into my throat, my head spun. I heard the growl of the dog from behind and felt strong, sharp thrusts, my consciousness began to blur and I felt a hot wave passing through my whole body, another and another, my semi-fainting state carried me somewhere up, my body shook, and I, with my now freed mouth, began to moan sweetly.
"Sleep, little planet, that crashed into our big planet, just like you crashed into me, I'll come by tomorrow."
I smiled mentally, he was the first person who understood the meaning of my name.