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Initiation at the Swingers Club

Pure Lust — Standalone Stories

There are movements behind me, as I slowly awaken from a strange dream, in which I am being possessed by many men wearing black caps.

Even if I don’t recognize them, I feel strangely at ease. As if that’s the place where I fit the best; as if that’s the person I’m supposed to be.

In that brief moment when the dream mixes with reality, the hand caressing my butt seems both real and just a fruit of my imagination.

But then I open my eyes. My brown hair — pulled over my head — cover my face, but I clearly see my white gloves and the pearls adorning my body.

I remember, now, why I’m here. The hand on my butt isn’t part of my dreams.

Hubby and I had been visiting this swingers club for two months when a man approached us. He proposed to become members of the “inner circle” — he called it.

The perks? Free entrance to the club, for starters. A lot of friends to share our swapping hobby, then.

But he said that to become members we had to undergo an initiation ceremony.

That happened a couple of hours ago. As soon as we arrived at this place — a cottage out of the city — hubby was taken away. I don’t remember exactly what happened to me afterwards.

I’m sure I’ve drunk too much. I’m sure there were men… a lot of men forming a circle around me, and I was kneeling in the middle, doing my best to suck their cocks. I can’t recall faces, but the voices seem to still resound in my head now.

“Look at this piece of pussy,” someone says from behind me.

Yes, that’s one of the voices from… yesterday? I wonder if it’s morning already.

His hands are fondling my butt, caressing from my little hole down to my wet clit.

I don’t move, but my pussy lips have instantly spread at the man’s touch I love to be taken by strangers, like this. That’s why I’m here. I don’t consider myself a slut, but I don’t mind being called one, either. I’m just a woman with a positive wonderful relationship with sex, and lucky enough to have a husband to share it with.

“Mmmm…” I moan when the man slides a finger a little deeper in my slit. “Don’t stop.”

“Mmmm… awake? Good. You still have so many of us to please,” the voice says.

Many of us to please.

It looks like I’m going to enjoy my ceremony more than I thought.

“Why don’t you start, then?” I ask, wiggling my ass at him and pushing my pussy against his fingers, which slide completely into my cunt.

Back and forth, back and forth… I rock my hips on the stranger’s fingers, moaning like an insatiable nymphomaniac. I know that the more I show him how horny I am, the harder will be the cock soon pounding in my pussy.

“Yes… yes… I can’t have enough… finger me deeper… add more fingers…”

Two, three, four fingers stretch my pussy, reaching so deep I feel them almost in my stomach. Fingers can give me just a little pleasure, though, compared with a big, meaty cock.

“Ooh, yes… ooh, yes… fuck… I’m so needy…”

The man must be so hard by now. I reach behind me with a hand, touch his leg, slide to his crotch and grab his naked cock. I don’t turn around. I don’t want to see him… I just want to feel this wonderful thick cock in my cunt, now.

“Mmmm… what do we have here? Someone was waiting for his turn to fill my needy cunt?” I say, massaging his balls.

“Fuck… I’m going to rip your cunt.”

Yes, that’s exactly what I want, you idiot.

I lift my butt towards him. The man wasn’t waiting for anything else.

He pushes his cock deep into my cunt. So deep it almost hurts. Because even if I’m used to taking long cocks, this is thicker than most cocks I’ve had in my pussy.

A couple of seconds are enough to adapt to it, though. And then, it’s only pleasure. The thick meat rubs my insides so well… each thrust feels like a fist up my cunt, and I wriggle and shake in the grasp of a growing orgasm.

“Fuck me… fuck me harder… yes…”

I incite him out of habit, but there’s no need. His cock is rock hard, his thrust potent, deep, rough. Exactly as I love it.

“Your pussy feels so nice… I want to fuck it over and over again…”

“Yes… I’ll let you use it… whenever you want… just come and take it… yes… mmmm…”

I don’t know why, but telling a man to take me whenever he wants is always able to get me off. I need to feel an object, to feel just a tool, a mere object to use to discharge sexual needs.

This time, it’s no different. I suddenly cum, pushing my butt to him, accepting his entire length inside me, squeezing it with my muscles while an incredible pleasure pervades me.

Then, I lay on the bed, while the man uses my hole for a last couple of thrusts, before filling it with his load.

His groans are my prize for a job well done.

When he pulls his cock out, another voice talks.

“Hey, her pussy is dripping your cum now, what am I gonna fuck?”

“Why don’t fill her ass, then?” The man who’s just fucked me answers. His voice is moving away.

Yes, stranger: why don’t you fill my ass, and make me cum again?

The second entry in my “Pure Lust” series of standalone, short smuts. I’ll write these when I’m in the mood for something hot and ready, without much backstory. Read them when you’re in the same mood 😘

If you liked this tale, you can read many more naughty fantasies on my Medium page, or find my longer, professionally edited books on Amazon 📚.