It is around 7:30 in the evening as Cyn drives the Mercedes downtown. Cyn is to have the night off, a free girl as long as she picks Mistress, Amanda and me up from the Club at exactly midnight. I have never been to the Club, but I sort of know what to expect. This is one of the occasional times that Mistress wishes to show Amanda and me off, advertising for the sexual services she has taught us to perform for wealthy women. Under our long coats, Amanda is wearing only a sheer bra and g-string, while I have only a soft black wool "sock" that covers my permanent erection and my balls.
Cyn pulls the car up in front of the nondescript entrance to the club. I help Mistress and Amanda out of the car, then Mistress leads us inside. We all check our coats, leaving Mistress in a glittering evening gown, and us slaves in almost nothing. Amanda is allowed to keep her spike-heeled sandals, but I must go barefoot.
We enter the main room of the club. There is rock music, not too loud, and there are blackjack tables and a roulette wheel. The only men to be seen are guys around 20 years old, dancing on a stage to the music. They have cool muscle bodies, all oiled up, and they are wearing the same kind of sock that I am. Mistress leans over to tell me I should join those older men on the stage, and dance. "But I don't know how to dance!" I tell her.
"You don't need to dance well. Just get up there and wiggle your hips, and the women here will love you. After all, you are the only male in the place with an erection to show off. Now go!" Mistress slaps me on my naked ass, so I run up on stage, and I feel like a fool as I dance next to these 6-foot tall older guys. There are well dressed young women with expensive jewelry all along the front of the stage, and they keep on reaching out to touch the legs of the men beside me. But I am a lot shorter than they are, so the ladies can all reach my cock sock, and they keep on doing it.
Soon all those older guys are staring at me and my cock and all the attention it is getting. Shit! I can't help it if my erection will never go away. But then I start to enjoy it, the fact that I am starting to steal the show. I get a bit crazy and start prancing around on the stage, and I even start to pinch some of the older guys on their naked asses. They go even more crazy and start covering their butts with their hands, and all the ladies start to laugh and clap their hands.
I dance along the front of the stage, and this really beautiful young woman with golden brown skin and gleaming white teeth gets up from her chair. She grabs my cock and crams it into her mouth, complete with the wool sock around it. I keep on doing my best at dancing, pumping into her mouth to the sound of applause that drowns out the music. I am so excited that I squirt great gobs of cum into the sock, and she pushes me away. I see her big grin with my cum-soaked sock hanging lewdly out of her mouth, and realize that my erection is now totally naked.
Suddenly my Mistress is with me. "Steven! Who gave you permission to ejaculate?" I am mortified, and fall to my knees to beg for forgiveness, but Mistress orders me, "Since you have let yourself cum in this woman's mouth, you are going to let her do the same in yours. Now get down on your knees and do your job!"
I jump down off the stage, but there isn't enough room for me to kneel before the golden brown girl and lift her dress. I don't know what to do, but the other women who are obviously her friends gathered around the same table cum to my rescue. Somehow they manage to lift her and get her sitting on the table, and her chair disappears. Now I have room to fall to my knees with my face between her thighs.
The other women lift the hem of her pale blue satin dress to reveal the matching thong beneath. They urge her to lie back across the table, then they push down the top of her strapless party dress. Two of the women move in to suck her dark brown nipples.
Under some circumstances I would use my teeth to rip trough the satin panties before me, but somehow I get the feeling that the blue satin thong must have cost this girl half a week's pay. Carefully I slide my hands up the backs of this girl's thighs to fondle her ass cheeks. Then I gently hook my fingers into the sides of her thong and begin to pull it down. She really does have lovely legs, and a barely-visible bikini tan line.
I lean closer between her thighs as I leave the thong hanging from her left ankle. Like my fellow sex-slaves, she is completely hairless, and her scent tells me she has recently used a strawberry douche. This girl came to the club ready for sex, and it is my job to fulfill her wish.
Her inner pussy lips are distended, lush and wrinkled, like the petals of a ??? flower. I try to make the first lick soft and smooth, but instantly her pelvis bucks up and almost breaks my nose. I adjust my angle to make the next lick start at her ass hole, then slowly move up over her vaginal opening to part those luscious lips. She is shaking all over, and I stop short of licking her clit.
Out of the sides of my eyes I can see a lot of other women gathered around the table, but they are not cheering me on. I am just a slave with a tongue. Instead they are cheering this beautiful golden-brown girl on toward an orgasm. I start to time my licks to the rhythm of their cheers, each time getting closer to her clit. Each time my tongue dips a bit deeper into her sweet love tunnel.
I have been required to lick a lot of pussy since I became a sex slut, but the mob of women around us starts chanting "Cum! Cum! Cum!" I want to stretch out the experience, but my girl finally grabs my hair, and the way she pulls me face-first into her crotch makes it obvious that she needs to heed the call of the women around her, and she needs it NOW!
I like this girl. I think the strawberry douche is so considerate, and the rest of what flows from her pussy is sweet and fresh. So I am really careful about the way I bite down on her clitoris. She screams a scream that drowns out the chanting and the music and everything else in the large room, and my chin is drenched in her vaginal eruption.
I have done my job as a sex provider, so slowly I stand up with sweet sex juice flowing down my neck onto my chest. Most of the crowd is cheering the girl I have been servicing, so I have a moment to look around. The stage is deserted, except for Amanda and one of the women club members locked in a 69. The men dancers are at various tables, either dancing with their cocks in the women's mouths, or just plain humping women who are bent over the tables with their skirts up and their panties down.
"Steven!" My Mistress' voice snaps me out of my observations. "Get over to the roulette table." I obey, and at the table Mistress whispers into my ear, "I have a lot of money bet that you can out-fuck all of the older men here put together. So you are going to do it. There are only 5 men dancers and I doubt they can keep it up to give orgasms to 3 women each. So get fucking."
Like my girl in blue satin, most of the women were in the 25 to 40 ages, and they were mostly dressed in short party dresses. Again my Mistress shows me that she has a lot of influence. She leads me from table to table, and always there is a woman there for me to fuck. Many have stripped totally naked, and are leaning back on their elbows with their legs spread for me. Most have glistening wet pussies ready for my cock, probably excited by the atmosphere and scent of sex that is all through the room.
Some of the older women are less ready for sex, and it is here that my training as a sex slave serves me well. I must lick their pussies until their natural juices begin to flow, so I can thrust into them without causing pain. Seriously, I'm sure that there are at least 4 wealthy women who have their first orgasms in years. I expect to see them again soon at my Mistress' home.
Just humping my hips back and forth in the mechanical motions of sex isn't so much of a thrill to me any more. It is the noises of passion and the facial expressions of ecstasy that can give a sex slave the feeling of a job well done. Some women want to be taken from behind, and thrust their asses back against me. Some flop helplessly around on the blackjack tables, where the staff has long since taken away the cards and the chips.
Within an hour, mine is the only stiff cock in the club, and the women start to cheer me on, "Go Steven Go!" This is a new stage of fucking joy for me, and I am in a sort of a daze, as Mistress leads me from a vagina to a pussy to a cunt. I must have blacked out, because I hear Mistress Gloria's voice, "Steven! That's enough. It's time to go home now. Cyn is here."
I open my eyes, and realize that I am lying on top of a good-looking brunette woman. Her bra is pushed up over her boobs and my lips are still sucking on her nipples. My cock still twitches in her vagina. Her eyes are closed, and with every movement of my erection, she trembles in an orgasmic after-shock. Mistress slowly lifts me, and I withdraw from her sex.
She sighs.
Amanda drapes my long coat over my naked body, then she and Cyn and my Mistress lead me to the door. As we make our way out among the tables and the semi-dressed crowd of women, they applaud.