The Perfect Match Pt.08

The Perfect Match

by Vanessa Evans

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Part 08

The Underground Sex Club.

One evening during our second week there, we were wandering around the town looking for places that Sara could be seen. She was wearing a see-through crop top and a too short skirt that Sara somehow manages to get it to fall off at very appropriate moments, when we came across a single, shabby door with red lights round it and a small sign saying that it was a club.

There was a big guy in a black suit and white shirt stood outside and as we got close he said,

“Sex club, the girl gets in for free but you’ll have to pay 50 Euros.”

If it had been before I’d met Sara and before I’d got aunt Beth’s inheritance I would have ignored the guy and kept walking, but I felt Sara grip my hand hard so I told the guy that we were interested and he led us in.

The little reception area was much better than the outside door, and after paying the 50 we were led into a much bigger room that was quite plush.

A girl wearing just a G-string and heels approached us and asked us if she could get us a drink. I put my hand in my pocket, pulled the 100 that I had left, showed it to the girl and said,

“This is all that we have.”

I was fearing that we were going to get ripped-off or mugged, but the girl sounded pleasant enough when she said,

“That’s okay, the beer is only 30 if madam is prepared to put on a show.”

“Tell us more,” Sara said, “what happens on the stage and what’s through all those doors?”

“Well, all the people that you can see are just here to watch and we charge double for the drinks. The stage is where couples, like yourselves, put on a show.”

“A sex show,” Sara asked.

“Yes, fucking, oral, bondage, spanking, whatever they are in to.”

“Interesting.” I said as I squeezed Sara’s hand. “What’s through those doors?”

“One is a glory hole with cock size and backside holes. Another has just a bed but a one-way mirror so that voyeurs can watch people having sex. Come. We can have a quick look.”

On the bed was a girl spread eagle, her ankles tied to the corner of the bed. Four naked men wearing ski masks were on the bed with her, she was wanking one on either side of her, one was fucking her throat and the fourth was fucking her pussy. Sara told me that she could see that that one was wearing a condom.

“The last door on the left is a mini dungeon where guests can get tied-up, abused, humiliated, tortured, and a few more things as well. On the right is another big room with a ***********ion of fucking machines, that is machines that fuck girls, and again there is a one-way mirror to the room next to it.”

Sara squeezed my hand again, this time hard.

“Does anything that I’ve told you interest you?”



“Hell yes.” Sara replied.

“Is it possible to have a quick look at the fucking machines?” I asked, “See if there’s anything my girl fancies?”

“Sure, follow me please. I’m Gina by the way.”

“Dylan and Sara.” Sara replied.

As we got close to the room, Gina stopped and said,

“There are 2 lucky girls in there at the moment, but we can have a quick look from the next room.”

We went in to a darkish room about the size of my parents living room and I could see lots of chairs spread around, 7 of them had men sat on them and I swear that at least 2 were wanking. We turned, looked through the huge mirror and saw a bigger room with about a dozen different machines. The one that took up the most floor space was a huge metal frame about the size of a bed and it was occupied by a naked girl with her wrists and ankles tied to the corners.

The best part was attached to the middle bottom and it was a motor that had an arm that had a huge dildo on the end, and it was fucking the girl who appeared to be quite happy.

The second girl was suspended by her spread wrists, from the ceiling. Her ankles were tied very wide apart. In between the girl’s legs was another machine that had a dildo going vertically up and down into the girl’s vagina. She too looked happy.

“I like that one.” Sara said.

“I thought that you would Sara,” I said, “but to start with Gina, could we just put a bit of a show on the stage, spanking then fucking, and maybe come back another night to get Sara on that machine that she likes.”

“Would it be asking too much to get that vertical machine out onto the stage so that everyone could see it fucking me.” Sara asked.

“I’m sure that that could be arranged, but let’s get your first performance over with first, you wouldn’t be the first girl to get on that stage then have a panic attack and run out.”

“I can’t see my Sara doing that, but fair enough.”

“Good,” Gina said, “I’ll tell the boss and you’ll probably be able to go on after the next couple, would you like any implements to use, maybe a cane or a tawse or a flogger?”

“We’ve got a flogger back at home.” Sara replied.

“I’ll get one organised, take a seat and I’ll get your beers sent over.”

Gina walked away and Sara and I sat at an empty table. As we watched the couple, about our age, fucking doggy style on the stage, Sara said,

“Wow, and to think that I nearly pulled you passed this place. I wonder if they pay the performers, not that I’m looking for any money, you spanking and fucking me on that stage in front of all these people is more than enough, are you going to be okay with performing on that stage? I’ve been selfish and only thought about myself, sorry.”



“That’s okay, I can do it, it’s not that different to fucking you on the bed back in our room with the neighbours watching. I’d happily fuck you in the middle of Wembley Stadium on cup final day if it would make you happy Sara.”

“When is cup final day?” Sara asked.

“April or May I think, never even watched it on the TV.”

We were both laughing a bit when another girl wearing just a G-string and heels appeared with 2 beers.

I’ll admit that I watched the girl’s bare butt as she walked away.

The couple fucking on the stage finished and to a round of applause they walked off, hand in hand.

Gina came over and told us that the boss had said that we were up next, and she led us over to the side of the stage which was only about 50 centimetres higher than the main floor.

“I thought that you might want a table for Sara to bend over. The flogger is on it.” Gina said.

“Err Gina,” I asked, would it be okay to invite 1 or 2 from the audience to spank Sara?”

“Of course, as many as you like, you can even get the audience to get a bit handsy if you want.”

“Oh wow,” I replied, then I turned to Sara and asked,

“Ready?”

Sara squeezed my hand and we walked onto the stage.

There was a small round of applause and I wondered if the audience knew what was about to happen.

I led Sara to the front of the stage, stood behind her, and with her facing the audience, I reached round her and grabbed her tits. After massaging them for a few seconds I pulled my hands back reached under Sara’s hair and unfastened her top, letting it fall down at the front to her waist exposing her tits, piercings and the chain between them.

I unfastened the back tie of her top then threw it to the back of the stage.

Sara’s skirt had just one small piece of velcro fastening it and when I released it the whole skirt dropped to the floor leaving Sara naked apart from her shoes.

“Pick it up.” I said and Sara stepped to one side then, still facing the audience, she squat, spreading her knees wide, which would have left her clit basher dangling down for all to see.

Sara picked up her skirt and gave it to me, I threw it in the same direction as her top.

“Bend over the table.” I commanded.

Sara turned then bent over, spreading her feet wide apart as she did so.

Next I slid a finger inside her and finger fucked her a few times before picking up the bright red flogger. I smiled and wondered if I would get Sara’s butt the same colour.

Down came my hand and the flogger landed across both cheeks. Sara jerked and said,

“One thank you sir, please make the next one harder.”

I heard her, but I doubted that the audience would have.

I’d decided that between each stroke I would finger fuck her for a few thrusts, then flick her clit before landing the next swat, and that’s what I did.

Landing the second swat harder. I then fingered her and flicked her clit as Sara spoke the count, thanked me and asked for the next swat to be harder.

I repeated this 10 times before dropping my shorts then thrusting my hard cock into her dripping hole and thrust in and out.