Chapter 4
Emma
I can’t believe I’m doing this, and yet I can because to my embarrassment, this isn’t my first time. Actually, I shouldn’t even feel embarrassed because this is exactly why places like Club Z exist: to allow people to explore their kinks in a non-judgmental environment.
But Club Z is different from the usual because it’s a private club, yet very filthy while also being extraordinarily exclusive.
The lame places you see on TV are hopeless, with ten-page disclaimers, mandatory lectures on sexual health, and non-stop talking.
So much lecturing, about everything and anything under the sun, from consent to non-consent, to safe words, to the latest sexual health mandates that the “lead committee” has decided is best for membership.
As you can tell, that kind of stuff isn’t sexy, and it’s not what Club Z is about at all.
Instead, this is the real thing. The club is worth millions, if not billions, and spends its money developing a clientele that reflects its position of prestige and exclusivity.
Again, only men are members, while the women on premises are ladies like me: we work at Club Z, and serve as “hostesses” for the pleasure of the male clientele.
It works. I usually moonlight as a server in one of the cocktail lounges, and yes, my uniform is scandalous.
Many times, I wear only pasties and a g-string paired with high heels, but there were a few nights that I even went topless so that my girls bounced free and open, ready to be kissed and fondled.
But the good thing about working at Club Z is that we’re welcome to use the premises for our own enjoyment too.
All of the women I’ve seen are gorgeous, and therefore, we’re actually encouraged to explore the different playrooms and to hang out with the wealthy male clientele.
We exist for their pleasure, so the more we make ourselves available, the better the club does.
But tonight, it’s not about the men. It’s about my needs and the stress relief my body craves.
Shaking with adrenaline, I push open the door to the Red Room, and blink a little from the darkness.
After a few seconds, my eyes begin to adjust and I smile because the night’s already started and I like what I see.
Sinuous shapes twist around each other as breathy moans and gasping grunts hit my ears.
There are a number of paddle benches set up, as well as wooden stocks, a St. Andrew’s cross, and best of all, the toy I’m looking for: a restraining chair.
At first glance, it resembles an electric chair that’s used on criminals because of its black iron frame, but that’s where the similarity ends.
Instead, this chair is also made of dark iron, but the seat is in two pieces, which can be spread apart to show off a woman’s pussy and ass.
There are restraints to bind her wrists to the chair’s arms, and her ankles to the chair’s legs, but it’s not scary at all.
Instead, it’s arousing and with a secret smile, I approach slowly.
The chair beckons to me, imposing and dark, and my heart begins to race as I draw closer.
But the chair’s only part of tonight’s scene.
Instead, once I’m at the piece of furniture, I put my bag down before pushing aside a curtain behind the chair.
The red velvet sweeps away, revealing its hidden contents, and that’s when my pulse truly accelerates because this is what I’m here for.
There are a series of machines located in this secret place, and quickly, I pick a mid-sized one before wheeling it out and positioning it right beneath the chair.
Then, my fingers get to work, and I reach inside my bag before reappearing with a massive dildo.
It’s ten inches long, with a thick, girthy shaft and life-like veins running along the sides.
My mouth waters as I look at it, and like a slut, I immediately put it between my lips, savoring the mouth feel of the rubber.
It’s so good – stiff yet soft at once, and almost like the real thing.
But tonight’s not about the real thing. Tonight is about how my pussy’s desperate for a filthy fucking, and this is the dildo that’s going to do the job.
With growing excitement, I attach the dildo to the machine so that it sticks straight up, and then make quick work of my clothes.
My bra is gone in a split second, leaving me only in crotchless panties of the filmiest purple.
The straps hug my wide hips before narrowing into two strips of fabric which of course, pull apart as soon as I spread my legs.
“Mmm,” I moan, while grasping the massive dildo in a small hand. “Are you ready to play tonight?”
Then, without further ado, I sit in the chair and strap my arms and legs in.
The machine has a remote control that’s in my right hand, and slowly, I position the dildo right beneath my spread-open puss.
She’s wet and sloppy already, the folds dripping and swollen in anticipation of the deep fuck that’s about to happen.
“Mmmm,” I moan again, my eyes already half-lidded with lust. “I can’t wait for this to start.”
But even in my dazed state, I can sense the eyes of onlookers on my curvy form.
Why not? We’re in the Red Room, and nothing’s off limits here.
If anything, I want them to see my large, Double D breasts as they shake.
I want them to see how my puffy pussy pulls open to reveal the glossy pink in between, and I want them to see how my clit’s hard and stiff, almost two inches in length because I’m so aroused.
So with a secret smile, I give a little wiggle of my hips and then using the remote, maneuver the dildo upwards so that it just touches my little pussy hole. Then, I flick the switch on and the pumping begins.
At first, it’s just slow and easy. The slick rubber teases my opening, slowly spreading my pussy lips and I look down at my parted legs with a breathy sigh.
The sight that greets me is amazing. My puffy labia’s spread around the head of the dildo, stretching slowly as the hard rubber shaft penetrates about half an inch before pulling out.
“Mmm,” I moan melodiously, squeezing my internal muscles as hot honey flows from my cunt. “Yes, more.”
The dildo pushes upwards again, this time with a little bit more force.
It slides maybe an inch into my vaginal channel, and I let out a little sigh of relief, throwing my head back as my secret space juices.
Yes, this is what I need! This is what I crave!
All thoughts of school, coursework, study groups, study aids, and all the assorted bullshit fly out of my head as the huge dildo squeezes into my internal channel once again.
My pussy’s hungry and hugs the massive toy, as if begging it not to go because it feels so good.
“Yes,” I hum again, my eyes opening slightly as my clit stiffens with delight. “Mmm, more.”
Then, my finger goes to the dial and eases it up another notch. This time, the dildo touches my pussy lips before parting my labia and squeezing inside about four inches.
“Mmm!” I squeal, my cheeks flushing as my pussy’s fucked. “That feels so good!”
The rubber’s soaked already because I’m too aroused. I’m hot with fiery need and the tips of my nipples tingle as sizzling wetness builds within my pelvis. I need more, and I need it fast.
With trembling fingers, I turn up the dial again, and soon, the dildo’s shafting deep into my cunt, the length shiny and glimmering in the low lights because I’m soaked through with desire.
“Oh,” I gasp as it pushes into my cunt again and again. “Oh oh oh!”
But suddenly, something catches my attention from the corner of the room.
Across the way, I can feel a magnetic male stare on my curves and as my eyes try to focus, I see that it’s a huge, dark man with a searing blue gaze.
His eyes are so possessive, in fact, that I can feel the heat along my skin as he skims my big breasts, now shaking in time with the dildo’s thrusts, down my soft belly, and then to the vee of my spread thighs.
My pussy’s leaking copiously now, the dildo squelching and shiny as it pushes in and out of my tender cunt.
I’m moaning and breathy with pants, loving the relentless drill as the massive toy does its work on my pussy.
But the man loves it. I can tell from the hard set of his shoulders to the fierceness of his gaze.
I can see his arm moving – oh my god, is it possible that he’s masturbating in time with the dildo’s hard reaming?
I make eye contact with him, my lips slightly parted as the excitement builds inside my creamy cunt.
Then, it happens. Pleasure explodes through my form, making my back arch as I let out a shrill scream.
“Ooooh!” is my cry of delight. “Oh oh oh!”
My pussy clamps and snaps on the toy within, squeezing the hard shaft as it continues to ream me through my orgasm.
Nectar pours from my secret spot, dripping onto the floor as my big breasts bounce up and down.
My eyes go blank with ecstasy, every cell of my being caught up in this incredible wave of pleasure.
“Mmm!” I scream again. “Oh god, oh god!”
The dildo never stops. It continues to pummel me, the fierce fucking the perfect antidote to my pent-up stress.
I keen, cry, and wail, my curvy form twisting in the chair as I buck against the restraints.
But the nylon straps are strong and my heels kick uselessly against the frame as I lose myself in an assault of sensation.
“Mmmm,” I sigh one last time as the waves begin to ebb. “Ohhhhh.”
My eyes flicker dreamily, trying to make sense of where I am.
Ah yes. Club Z and the restraint chair. My spine slumps a bit against the iron back as the dial in my hand falls limply from my fingers.
The dildo’s still embedded in my pussy, but an attendant is on duty and rushes forward to help undo the Velcro at my wrists and ankles.
“Are you alright, Miss Kincaid?” the young man asks, his bronzed form gleaming in the low lights.
I nod and smile with satisfaction before gently rising up onto my toes, the massive shaft slipping out of me with a distinct sucking sound.
Oooh, I’m sore but it’s the good type of sore.
It’s the kind that has me floating in a warm pool of lapping liquid - happy, content, and most of all, sated .
“I’m good,” I mewl sweetly. “By the way, did you see a man over in the back left corner? He was watching me, and I feel like I know him from somewhere. But I couldn’t tell you where.”
The attendant shakes his head, wheeling the machine back behind the curtain where it’ll be cleaned and disinfected before the next user.
“No, Miss Kincaid, I didn’t notice any particular individuals. There were several couples who stopped to watch you, but there was nobody who stood out.”
My heart drops a bit in disappointment because I want to know who the alpha male with the searing blue gaze is. What a bummer! But I smile at the attendant again and nod, before reaching into my bag for a black silk robe to slip about my shoulders.
“No, it’s okay,” I say in a light voice before tying the garment tight about my waist. “He might have been a figment of my imagination, anyways. I was flying so high that I’m totally relaxed now.”
The attendant nods, bowing his dark head.
“You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself, Miss Kincaid. Please, come again.”
“Thank you, I will,” I smile sweetly before making my way towards the stairwell that will take me to the women’s locker rooms. But before making my ascent, I turn and look over the Red Room one more time, my eyes searching for the powerful alpha male’s form.
I know he wasn’t a figment of my imagination . .. but how do I find him?