A Sore Night Out –story 8

I was getting a bit of a reputation at the bar and Lindsey told me that there were a few rumours flying around and that the manager was getting concerned. Although they were true, I denied everything if anyone asked. The problem was I had to behave if I wanted to keep my job but I was so desperate for sex.

Katie had already had a go at me for bringing 5 men home in four days and I’d fucked two of them at the same time, letting them all bareback me and fill my cunt and mouth with cum several times each. She was afraid I’d catch something and in the end she forced me to go to a clinic and have a HIV test. It was negative and I was negative for everything else as well so I counted my lucky stars.

I also overheard a guy in the pub talking about me. He was checking me out and telling his friend he wanted to fuck me. When his friend had replied, ‘You don’t want to bareback that slut.’ They started laughing and said they’d spit roast me with condoms on. In a way I was upset about what they’d said but I was so turned on by the idea of being fucked by the both of them and I didn’t even know their names.

Lindsey knew how horny I was getting and suggested I go to a sex club. It’d be anonymous and it’d stop the rumours. Also she thought it’d be safer. I could have safe sex.

I thought about it for another week. I was afraid to go by myself and asked Lindsey to go with me. She refused. She still had a boyfriend and although she’d cheated on him a couple of times she didn’t want to go to a sex club.

I decided to go. I figured I’d just go for a drink and if I met a guy or two I’d fuck them and then go home.

I got dressed up in a T-shirt and short catholic school girls red chequered skirt and left home with a long coat to cover my outfit. I climbed out of the taxi and waited for him to rive off. I stood in front of the black door and knocked on it with my fist.

When the door opened the bouncer looked down at me. He was over 6 ft tall, black and in his 30s. “Do you know what this place is love?”

I nodded. He held the door open and stepped into the cloak room. I undid my coat and handed it over to the old woman behind the counter.

She looked at me and smiled. “You’re going to be popular,” she said. “Are you sure you want to go in?” she demanded.

“Yes. How much is the entrance?”

“Single girls and couple are free,” she replied.

“Ok,” I smiled nervously.

She came around from behind the counter. “Don’t be nervous. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. It’s the only rule. But you need to expect men and women to talk crudely to you.”

I explained that that was why I was here and she showed me through the door. I went down the steps. The room was poorly lit and their were already several dozen men and women hanging around the place. Most of them half naked.

I headed towards the bar when a man stopped me.

“You’re hot. Can I fuck your slit tonight?” he asked.

I smiled. “Ehhh; I don’t know. Maybe. I’m going to get a drink first,” I finished.

Before I got to the bar five more men and one woman had approached me.

“I’d like to give you a pearl necklace,” the first said and walked off.

“You look like a little goer. I’m with my brother. If you fancy getting spit roasted and fucked hard come and join us.” Then he pointed to his brother sat in the corner in a pair of boxers. He raised his glass to me and licked his lips.

Two more steps and a guy grabbed me from behind and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his erection as he rubbed it against my arse through my skirt. “If you’d like to feel that inside you come find me.” Then he let me go. I turned and looked down at his naked body. He must have been in his 60s but his cock was rock hard.

“Hi. I’m John,” the next said. “My wife and I would like to invite you to join us for a drink.” He pointed his wife out to me. She was about 30 and sat with a guy she was slowly wanking off.

“Maybe a bit later,” I said.

“Well you know where we’re sitting.”

The last person to speak to me before I arrived at the bar was a woman in her 40s. She told me that her husband had seen me walk in and he wanted to fuck me. She then said she’d love to watch as he fucked my shithole.

I smiled and continued towards the bar as she returned to her husband. I wasn’t a fan of anal, but my sister said it was because my only experience of it was my fat landlord who’d basically raped me. I must admit, I’d seen her get fucked in the arse so often that I was thinking of trying it again.

I sat down in one of the bar stools. I was shaking and my heart was beating so fast.

I signalled the bargirl.