Whoever is putting their body inside always goes into the room first. I wonder how weird it’s going to be to not be able to talk to him or hear his pleasure. This is what I wanted toexperience, though. To others, it might seem informal with no sensual aspect, but for me, it’s quite the opposite.
I like the idea of being used. I like that when I walk into that room, my only purpose is my mouth.
I haven’t been able to really explain to my previous partners this feeling I’ve been chasing. I’m usually met with confusion or disgust. How could I want to be used or degraded? It’s not that I truly even want to be degraded with words. Maybe I just haven’t done a great job explaining myself.
Putting it into words is difficult.
But the Key Club feels like a safe place to finally express this feeling. If I don’t like it, I can easily walk away and never talk about it again. There are safeguards in place, and I don’t have to explain myself to anyone. In fact, no words will even be spoken.
My phone vibrates, and my heart stops as I look at the code. I take a deep breath and ready myself.
This is what I wanted.
I clutch my purse as I head toward the side entrance. The hallway is short and I reach the door with the golden circle plastered in front of it and enter the code. It’s like I’m barely breathing as the lock whirls and I wrap my hand around the handle and enter the space.
Sensual instrumental music is playing as I put my belongings on the side table. The room is dimly lit and small, but there’s no missing the massive cock protruding through the other side of the wall, waiting for me.
The man on the other side of the wall, Wayne, doesn’t move. He just waits patiently.
Tonight is about his pleasure, and though it might not seem like it, there is power in being able to make someone fall apart.
There’s innate power in getting down on my knees for a stranger, the soft material of my skirt rises on my thighs as my calves rest against the padded material.
I rub my hands on my thighs before I cautiously wrap my hand around the base of his cock. His dick twitches and shifts in the hole from the sudden touch. I smile to myself as I stroke him a few times.
The space is large enough for his entire cock and balls to be on my side of the wall as I move my fist up and down. As far as penises go, he has a nice one. The right amount of girth. The tips of my fingers barely touch one another as I slide my fist along his cock. The tip is leaking pre-cum, and I boldly stick out my tongue, licking up the release.
The music is too loud for me to hear his reaction, but I can see his balls tightening against his body.
It’s an interesting feeling not being able to hear or see his reaction in a big way, but it’s enough to spur me on.
I slide my one hand into my panties, playing with myself, mostly to get my fingers wet, while I suck on the head of his shaft.
It breaks his patience as he slides back and forth through the hole, the tip of his dick slipping in and out of my parted lips. It doesn’t matter who I am to this man, all that matters is my mouth is making him feel good.
It’s dirty and makes me wetter. When my fingers are sticky and wet, I grab his length again, covering him in my essence.
There’s a thump against the wall and I swear it must be his hand hitting the wall for support as I cover him in me and then sink him back down my throat.
I taste myself. The salty musk of my juices is warm against my tongue as I take him deeper down my throat. He can’t grab the back of my head and shove me down, not that I would mind, but I also like this feeling of controlling the situation while also being used.
My hand grabs his cock by the base, my tongue sliding over his slit and the ridges of the head before I take him down deeper.He feels so much larger as I swallow him down; he hits the back of my throat. I find myself wanting to please my stranger, knowing he isn’t easy to please.
Praise isn’t given, it’s earned.
I take him down, dropping my hand from his length and the tip of my nose touches the wall as he takes control, fucking my mouth, taking what he wants, using me.
I do my best to ease the gagging, but it’s inevitable and he just shoves his cock down my throat, anyway.
Tears are forming in my eyes, but I feel like I have something to prove. I need to show him that I’m good, that I not only want this, but so much more.
My hands rest against my thighs and I dig my nails into my flesh, the bite of pain taking away some of the discomfort of him hitting the back of my throat—I welcome both.
There’s another soft bang against the wall before I feel his cock jerk and warm cum trickles down my throat. I do my best to swallow as much as I can, but some slips between my lips. I suck hard as I slide back, popping off the tip of his length.
I stare at his cock that’s still slightly hard. I expect him to stay there, and let me leave first, like I’m supposed to.
But he doesn’t.
