The Socialite Fuck Club
The Socialite Fuck Club by Jackson Man
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cw : interracial (duh!), party sex, spitroasting
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There's only one rule at the Socialite Fuck Club :
If you make more than $75k a year, you get fucked.
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Eric Goodman fixed his short golden blond hair on the mirror. He admired his good-looks - his wide jaw, his pink lips, his silky goatee and moustache - as he hummed a song.
"Honey," His strawberry blonde, blue-eyed trophy wife, Jacques Goodman, said as she entered their bedroom. "You're headed to the gym?
"Yes babe," he looked down at his gym attire - wasn't it obvious?. His Under Armour shirt fit his chest tight. He was lean and broad from rock climbing regularly, but by no means was he ripped. His body was hairless except for his wide forearms and legs. "Jack's taking me to a new gym class. It's supposed to be real intense."
"You've been going to the gym almost every day, honey!" Despite wearing the Burberry high-heels he got her, Jacques didn't measure to his 6'3 height. She bit her lips and pinched his round ass. "Care to not strain yourself... But I do love how you've been looking so good recently!"
"All for you babe," Eric lied as he reached for his black Lacoste duffle bag.
"Go give that booty a workout, hun!" She slapped his ass one last time as he headed for the door with a smile. She was under the impression that he'd go to the Equinox nearby and lift, maybe do a bit of cardio. That's what he told her, after all.
Little did she know that her husband was wearing a Versace jockstrap and a cockring underneath his Under Armour shorts.
"Tell Jack I say hi," she said as she looked into the mirror now.
Less than five minutes later Eric Goodman found himself out of the two-level house he brought with his trust-fund money, and inside his 2019 Ferrari 488 Pista.
He drove with ease. It was a fresh summer night and Jack'd notifications came into his phone like crazy, but he ignored them.
He looked inside the glove comparment. It was tidy and neat, like the rest of him, with green suede wall covers. The condoms were in the back - Trojan, Magnum, even flavored ones. He reached for them but stopped himself.
"Siri, check me in at Equinox," he said to the phone in his lap. He ran a red light, as people from the suburbs often do. A cool breeze entered the window and flustered his hispter handlebar mustache. "Text Babygirl, `At the gym! Be back in an hour or so! Luv you.' Send."
He was going to the gym - well, to a house just a few minutes away from it. And he was getting a workout by the end of the night.
You see, Eric Goodman had needs. Needs that his wife would never satisfy. Needs that made him skip dinner some nights before 'workout classes' with his college friend and confidante Jack Connor. Needs that made him stock up on jockstraps and condoms.
Just thinking about the night made his bulge grow. Eric looked at the glove compartment with the condoms and chuckled.
He reached the party haus in no time. He parked a few blocks ahead and walked the rest of the way, the condoms still in his car. He was barebacking today.
***
Later that night Jack Connor's soft whines filled the whole room as he was fucked mercelessly against a closet door by a skinny Cuban man named Santiago. Despite being so thin, Santiago's hairy legs were toned from walking, and fucking.
The suburbian guest room smelled of leftover party - weed, beer, vodka, red wine... sweat. House music still played on the background. Down the hall there were other rooms with their own smells and sounds and moans.
On the opposite side of the room Eric Goodman was laying down on memory foam King-size bed getting his ass eaten by a man whose name he didn't know.
The Mexican bear that was rimming him had long beard and tattooes along his brown wide shoulders. He was strong yet sported a beer belly and chubby thighs.
Eric closed his eyes in pleasure as he used his own lean legs to push the rando's head deeper against his sculpted ass. The Mexican man growled with pleasure as he started tonguefucking Eric harder. The bear's beard brushed against Eric's ass and legs.
The door opened and Eric saw another man enter the room. He was around 5'8 with well-defined pecs and already sweaty. His tan was deep and his chest was completely bare of hair except for a treasure trail that started from his belly button downwards to a thick mess of pubes.
The man stopped in front of Jack, whom was still squealing despite having Santiago's finger in his mouth. They nodded at each other and talked casually, as if Santiago wasn't drilling his uncut cock into Jack's hole. The man started slapping Jack's ass and spreading his cheeks wider, encouraging Santiago.
Suddenly the man rimming Eric stood up. He was 5'5, a good mix of muscle and fat, with heavy hair littering his whole body. The hair was coarse and short, although long at his crotch. The bear took hold of Eric turned him on his belly. The Mexican bear looked like a biker and Eric could see the tan lines of his leather jacket. He was built like a fridge with wide arms and a big belly that couldn't hide his even bigger cock. It must've been 7 inches or so!
He gave orders in Spanish and despite not knowing the language Eric knew to put his ass in the air. Rimming was good, but nothing compared to brown cock. Huge, weathered hands too hold of Eric's hips and he was dragged closer.
The mushroom head was the widest part and it took Eric by suprised. He had to have a few seconds of heavy breathing before his hole gaped enough. The man didn't bother with lubed.
The head pushed further into Eric and the man growled again as he looked up. He leaned forward and held himself up by leaning against Eric's back with his hand.
Eric kept deep breathing and he felt all 7 inches of the Mexican's dick inside him. He started riding against the man's crotch -- only for the bear to completely thrust forward, putting all of his cock inside Eric, who didn't wasn't expecting a 9 inch dick.
Eric gasped tried to pull away but the Mexican biker pulled him back. He moved backwards and Eric felt some peace until, in a single thrust, the Mexican biker entered him balls-deep again. This time Eric moaned into his hand with pleasure.
The bear started thrusting at his own pace right away. His low balls swung side as the man thrusted, hitting Eric's thighs. Eric had no choice but to take it all. He grabbed some blanket and pulled hard to keep screaming in pain, or pleasure, sometimes both.
Even so, Eric's own cock was leaking through his versacke jockstrap as his hole was getting the workout he craved.
Suddenly the man kissing Santiago pulled away and walked towards Eric. He was uncut, like everyone else but Jack and Eric, with a 7 inch dick. He was wearing a metal cockring.
He approached Eric and whispered to him with a timbery voice. His accent was Colombian, although he might've been Venezuelan. He paid no mind to the biker bitch-fucking Eric.
He grabbed Eric's hair and raised his head. The two men shared eye-contact. His face was handsome, with a wide neck and straight white teeth that showed when he talked. The man kept whispering to him in Spanish, perhaps not knowing that Eric didn't speak it, or not caring. This made Eric feel like the cutest girl at a brothel. The Colombian jerked himself off as he spoke.
Eric opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The man knew what to do.
The man's long pubes hit his nose right away and he smelled nice. He moaned deeply as Eric started working his tongue on the head, then slowly down the shaft, feeling his thick veins, until his tongue traveled back to the head and got between the foreskin - it was sloppy. A stream of saliva dripped down Eric's chin as the man thrusted himself in and out of Eric's mouth.
The man put his hand behind Eric's head and started mouthfucking the rich socialite from suburban New York with a vengance.
In this moment - with red eyes, an aching hole that was being widened, his throat hurting from being used - Eric felt the sluttiest he ever did. The biker worked on his hole just long enough to kick his prostate into overdrive and long waves of a ruined orgasms hit him, and precum started leaking like an open faucet.
The Mexican biker took hold of both of Eric's arms and used them to pull Eric back as he climbed the bed. He then proceded to mount him like a bitch, with both of his meaty short legs surrounding him, holding only to Eric's arms.
Eric whined at the weird position, but he also loved it. He loved being used by men. The Colombian/Venezuelan man simply watched with hungry eyes at the socialite being used as a cock sleeve. The king bed was pounding on the wall rythmically.
Suddenly the mexican biker thrusted so deep into Eric that he had no choice but curse in pleasure. The biker growled as he released himself deep inside Eric. Across the room Santiago was fucking Jack against the wall and was pulling his whole dick out then ramming it back in, each time making Jack groan louder.
Once sastified the mexican biker got off the bed and slapped Eric's ass multipled times. He inserted a fat finger inside Eric's aching hole and pulled it out full of cum and wiped it on Eric's jockstrap versace elastic band.
Santiago pushed Jack against the wall with force. He used his forearm to push his head against the wall - with the other he held both of Jack's arms on his back, almost as if detaining him. His thrusts were eratic and fast, and quietly his breathing became heavy and short, until he let out a groan as he leaned in hard against Jack. He let go and pushed himselff of Jack - and white cum fell out of his hole.
Eric thought he was done for the night, with his hole still aching, and he used his now free hand to clean sweat that had gather on his brow. He took a deep breath until he felt a big, tanned hand slap his face playfully. Eric Goodman looked up and saw the smiling Latino man looking down at him, holding his uncut cock. He was a handsome man -- his teeth were truly straight, his dimples were deep, his brows shaped. Eric decided this man was from Colombia, and even someone he'd take out on a date.
Eric fantasized until the Colombian man slapped Eric's face with his uncut cock this time, almost impatiently. Eric's face blushed, and his big blue eyes teared up. His goatee and moustache were a tangled mess.
The Colombian man whispered something as he used his meaty fingers to open Eric's mouth. Eric took the tip and tried to swallow him deeper, but the man stopped him with a playful slap.
He jerked himself off for a few seconds before thick cum hit Eric's cheek as the man pulled out. His lips, cheeks and forehead were all hit by dense cum. Long strings of creamy nut started dripping down his chin. Thhe Colombian man's dick head was wet.
After a few shots the Colombian stopped and took deep breaths. He looked completely sastified and at ease, his muscles relaxed, as he took hold of Eric's face and blew a kiss again before giving him two light slaps on his cheek as if saying, well done.
Just like he came, the Colombian man exited without saying anything.
***
A few minutes later Eric found himself back inside his ferrari. He was wearing his Under Armour gym attire again and cleaned himself up with it to give the illusion of having worked out. He waxed and combed his goatee and moustache into shape again using some beard wax from his car. I need a shape up, he thought, I should head to the barber tomorrow.
Jack was seating next to him, also cleaning up, his short red hair a big mess, as in perpetual bedhair. Eric started the car and drove.
"Lauren says you and Jacques should drop for dinner next week," Jack Connor said as he put on his shirt. He was leaner than Eric with a more pronounced v-shape torso. His eyebrows were thin and curvy, almost see through due to his light red hair.
"Definetly, man," Eric said, not taking his eyes off the road.
Suddenly he felt Jack's big arms around him as his friend pulled him closed. Jack was smelling of DIOR body spray and sweat. Eric looked into his hand and saw him holding a phone, taking a selfie. Always ready, Eric smiled at the camera.
"I told her that we were going to Equinox." Jack chuckled. He removed his arm and was typing into his phone. "Gotta have proof."
"Sure thing, bud," Eric said with a smile. He'd be in the corner of Jack's block in no time. Jack's wife was waiting 6 houses down, he knew. Soon he'd have no time.
His bulge was still be in his shorts. Jack's shorts tented, too. They look at each other and chuckled, almost as if they were embarassed rommates back in college.
ric took his safety belt off and leaned into Jack for kiss. Jack met him with force, and it felt like they were back in college, drunkly messing around. Jack fished for Eric's cock and started jerking him off. Having being played with the whole night, Eric came quickly - and Jack knew that. He pulled away and put Eric's dick in his mouth before he started coming. He swallowed every bit with pleasure.
They stayed like that for a few seconds. It was Jack that pulled away. His wife texted back. Both of them looked down at the Iphone XS Max and laughed awkwardly.
"There goes the missus," Jack said as he massaged his neck. It was something he did when nervous. "I gotta get going, man."
"But we haven't gotten to you yet," Eric tried to lean in for another kiss but Jack swerved him. He pushed Eric's hands away from his bulge, perhaps too firmly.
"Already got taken care of at the party," he said. And that was that. Eric put his seatbelt back on and kept on driving.
The way to Jack's was quiet. When Eric pulled over Jack just took his safety belt off and, to Eric's surprise, kissed him goodnight before exiting.
"I'm going to send you the pic," Jack yelled before opening the unlocked door of his house. "You might need it, too!"
Eric chuckled.
He made the rest of the journey to his house without the seatbelt on.
That night in his bed he thought about how he got spitroasted, then how Jack's lips around his cock as he swallowed, and his bulge grew yet again. His cum-soaked versace jockstrap was in the gym bag in the back seat of his ferrari.