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The First Rule of Delight Club

Excuse me, is that a yin-yang symbol on your shoulder?

A surge of excitement combined with the panic of knowing the hunter has just become the prey. Sure enough, as soon as I turned, I came face to face with a tall, lanky boy dressed in a golf shirt. He stood next to me with a shit-eating grin on his face as he clasped the red leather collar around my neck, claiming me as his prize.

Before you jump to any conclusions, let me explain. I am Naomi. I am one of the founders of a new game that will soon go viral on social media as it spreads through the underworld of college campuses and big cities alike. It’s called Delight Club. I’m not supposed to talk about it, but the rules are simple. On Saturday nights, everyone who wants to play puts a specially designed yin-yang tattoo somewhere visible on their body. Then you go about your evening. If you spot someone with the symbol before they spot you, you can claim them. For the rest of the night, they must do whatever you desire. Subject to hard limits of course. Me, my boyfriend Jeremy, his roommate Scott and Scott’s girlfriend Jeannette came up with the idea one horny night while getting high. Delight Club is a combination of free use and hide and seek. For the first few weeks, the four of us used the game to spice up our sex lives. Spending the evening out, not knowing whether you would be found or find someone, whether you would be the dominant, submissive, or end up alone for the evening.

Word got out eventually. “Nice tattoo” a classmate would say. “Why did you leave the party so soon” another would ask. Once the game was explained, we had people clamoring to play. The group was now 30-strong, including several people I didn’t even know.

I considered. I could remove the collar and hand it back to him. It was one of the rules. However, I was dripping with excitement from the moment I slid into the short black dress and this stranger was awkward but attractive. Before I decided, I had to verify first.

“Show me yours!” I asked. The boy showed me his wrist which contained an identical tattoo with a small number beneath it. 27. One of the new ones! My number was 2, making me a sought-after prize. How had I let my guard down? I must have been scanning the crowd, hoping to find Jeremy so I could add to my point total.

I pulled out my phone and checked the number. No names, just a photo, but it matched. For safety, the names, along with addresses, phone numbers, and driver’s license images were stored confidentially in an encrypted computer file. They would be released only to law enforcement if necessary. So far, it wasn’t necessary. Even Jeremy and I never looked. The game was more exciting when you didn’t know who to look for or where.

“I can’t believe I caught number 2!” the boy said. He looked familiar, perhaps from my coding class. No matter.

“Well stud, you have me, what is your desire?” I decided to test him. Was he a pretender? We had a few students join, then get cold feet and quit the game once they claimed someone or were claimed. When this boy hesitated, I thought he was going to falter, then I saw a gleam form in his eye.

“Lift the back of your dress to your bottom.”

I felt a chill of excitement. I hadn’t pegged him for a public display guy. The chill air of the club caressed my wet labia as I wore nothing underneath my dress, Rule 6 — no underwear.

I leaned forward and spread my legs wider. My body shivered as he used his index and middle finger to part my folds, spreading my nectar over my pussy. He had an experienced touch, quickly finding my clit, but was careful to press lightly on the hood, rather than direct contact. My breathing quickened. Surveying the room, I wondered if anyone was watching as he deftly explored my now needy cunt.

I managed to stifle a squeal when his fingers made direct contact with my swollen bud. The pulsing dance music reverberating through the club seemed to synchronize with the tempo of his thrusts. My arousal grew and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. His fingers were in my core, sloshing in and out with a steady beat. Oh god is he going to make me cum on the balcony of the club? I grabbed onto the rail as my hips began to shake. I looked to my right to see two girls giggling. Could they tell what he was doing to me or how close I was? The thought drove me wild. I closed my eyes as the first ripple of ecstasy rode through my torso. I wanted to scream profanities, instead, I sang the lyrics of the Daft Punk tune a little too loudly, clamping my thighs on his hand.

On a normal night, I would have grabbed his sopping hand and led him to a dark corner to ride him. Tonight it was not my choice.

“Come with me.” He instructed, walking swiftly down the stairs toward the entrance to the parking garage. He led me to his vehicle, a Honda Accord, parked on the top floor of the three-level building which provided cover for the lot.

I thought he would fuck me against the hood or the door, but he opened the door like a gentleman and motioned for me to get in. Once I was seated, he sat in the driver’s seat though he did not start the vehicle. He unzipped his khakis and fumbled in his pants before unleashing a monstrous erection. I would never have guessed he was so well-hung based on his thin frame.

He didn’t have to tell me what he wanted, I was already eagerly surrounding the head with my lips when his hand gripped my hair, guiding my rhythm. The car filled with my slurping as I tried to deliver the same pleasure he gave me in the bar. I was inspired by my arousal as much as trying to finish him off so I could return to the hunt for Jeremy. After all, rule 7 of Delight Club is the delight continues until the captor, or “instigator” as we call them, climaxes.

I thought I had him, but just as I felt his balls tighten in the palm of my hand, he tugged my head back, pulling me off his cock. I’ll give him credit, what he did next was creative as fuck. He pulled my dress over my head, trapping the back part beneath my body and wrapping the thin cotton around my wrists which were nestled behind the headrest. I was naked and temporarily unable to free myself.

“MMMM,” I groaned as his fingers slid easily into my soaked cunt. “Fuck!” I cried as he bit down on my nipple sending thrilling pain through my chest. I felt my body squirming beneath his two-front strategy. Was I going to cum again without his cock inside me? If I wasn’t so aroused by his skill, I would have been embarrassed at how easily it was to get me off.

“Not fair!” I moaned as my body shuddered with my second climax, but he wasn’t finished. He slid the seat back as far as it would go and buried his head between my thighs. His tongue was as skilled as his fingers, maybe even more so.

“You taste so sweet!” His words vibrated softly against my clit. Then his tongue surrounded me, dancing circles around my stiff bud. I wanted to touch him, to run my fingers over his back, but my hands were well tangled. Looking down, I marveled at how erect my nipples stood swaying in the steamy car. The windows were fogged giving us additional cover to the tinted windows. When I came for the third time, I screamed so loudly I swear the entire parking garage heard us but we remained undisturbed.

Only when my orgasm dulled to a slight shake did this stranger release me, allowing my dress to return to its intended position? He slid his seat back and pulled me toward him, guiding my pussy onto his throbbing cock. I could see his need was growing as there was a shiny drop of precum forming over the tip.

“Condom” I whispered.

“Right, sorry.” He fumbled and handed me a Trojan. Why do guys always want the girl to put it on? I guess it is one way to know he didn’t poke a hole into it. As seductively as possible given that my back was pressed against the steering wheel, I rolled the latex onto his thick shaft and then pressed the head against my pussy. Even after three orgasms and several fingers in my core, it was a tight fit that took several moments before I slid the final inch to his base.

He filled me well, hitting that spot in the back of my cunt most cocks couldn’t reach. I closed my eyes, allowing myself a moment to adjust to the sensation while his hands slid under my dress, cupping my tits in his hands. Then it began. An urgent, dance of gyrations to the music silently playing in my head. My body, though tired, rose to the occasion, sensuously riding him to both of our pleasure. Determined to finish him off before I gave him another point for my orgasms, I let my body go, focusing on the joinder of our genitalia, rocking, writhing, mashing my breasts against his face until he stiffened and gasped, his hips jerking beneath me. The force of his spasms set off my fourth orgasm, but I was pleased it happened after his.

I waited until his cock softened before removing the collar, placing it into the palm of his hands, and exiting the vehicle. It was only 11:00 p.m. I still had an hour to find and claim Jeremy and I knew right where he would be.

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