An Old Friend

The line for the Megazonic Nightclub stretched around the block, as I observed passing by in my limo. My chauffeur pulled up to the entrance, and I stepped out in front of the giant flashing lights marking the entrance to the high-end club. The bouncers waved me in on sight, allowing me to skip the line.

Megazonic was the biggest nightclub in Segia, and on the higher end as far as price went as well. It was under the personal management of Marquis Sanguano, the biggest **** dealer in the city, and also an owner of many of its nightclubs. Incidentally, the man worked for me. I wasn’t here to see him tonight, though.

The reason for my visit had more to do with the hundreds of scantily clad hot bitches dancing sluttily to the blasting music, the sight that greeted me as I entered the room. There were about five girls for every guy in the club, a ratio that held true for pretty much every nightclub in the city. This was because women viewed nightclubs as a place to catch a man’s attention. This usually didn’t work; most of the men just came for a casual fuck, but even that much was seen as greatly desirable for many women, who had been trained since birth to see fucking a guy as their ultimate purpose in life. In the past, such activities had been barely restrained to the bathrooms and back alleys instead of on the dancefloor, and while nudity wasn’t allowed, no one would complain if a few tits were out. I had frequented this place myself before I left Segia for my world tour, and I wanted to see how things had changed now that the Public Decency Act had been repealed.

The immediately obvious change was a lot more sluts with their tits out, or bent over and showing their pussies. It was nice to see, really. I made my way over to the bar, slapping a few choice asses on my way. Ordering a Manhattan from the stacked bartender, wearing an apron and nothing else, I surveyed my options for the night. As I did so, I noticed another change. Just as it was at the beach, there was a fair amount of sex going on. On the dance floor, I noticed one guy with a beautiful slut bent over as he took her from behind, with another whore sucking on his balls. At the various tables, men were engaged in casual conversation, beers in hand, paying little attention to the scantily clad bitches going to town on their cocks.

My eyes eventually landed on a brunette in a short black dress with white stripes at its sides. Her neckline revealed a fair amount of her large tits, and the hem was high enough up that her bare pussy could be seen. She was seated at a table near the bar, laughing with a few other bitches.

I gestured for her to come over. She got up excitedly, leaving her giggling friends and swaying her hips as she sashayed over. As soon as she was in range, I took a firm hold of her round ass, pulling her onto my lap.

She gasped at the feel of my erect cock straining against my pants. “Hello, sir! I think I can help you with that,” She giggled as she wiggled her ass enticingly.

I snaked my hand under her dress, fondling her tit. “I’m sure you can, sweetcheeks.” The bartender slid over my Manhattan. “Why don’t you get started?”

I pushed her off my lap, and she got to her knees on the hardwood floor, moving her hands to my fly. I gave her a light slap across the face. “Crouch, don’t kneel. Everyone should be able to see your pussy.”

She obeyed immediately, before letting my massive cock free of its confines. After a few exploratory licks, the cockhead found its way into her mouth. I thought she was being a bit slow to get going, so I threaded a hand through her hair to encourage her, idly sipping my drink.

“GLUKH! GLUKH! GLUKH!”

She was doing an adequate job. One of her hands massaged my balls as she sucked. The other snaked down to her pussy. I reached under her dress, pinching her nipples, while holding her down as far as she could go on my cock. “I haven’t given you permission to masturbate, fuckdoll. This is about my pleasure, not yours.” Nevertheless, she soon came even without stimulation, as I held her down on my dick to the point of suffocation.

A familiar voice interrupted my fun. “Hey, Leo!”

I turned to see Marcus Dramer, a tall well-built blond man in his late twenties, seated at a nearby table. He had been a brother in my fraternity at GMU, and also on the soccer team. “Hey, Marcus! God, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” I responded.

Getting out of my seat, I casually walked over to his table, paying no mind to the slut still slobbering away on my dick. She was **** to awkwardly crabwalk along with me, still sucking away on my cock. I sat down at the other seat at Marcus’s table and she went under the table joining the blond bitch who was fellating my friend.

I did the Alpha Delta Pi handshake with Marcus. “Nice slut you got there,” he said. “She one of yours?”

I shook my head. “Just saw her, and called her over.” All of my college friends had become familiar with my habit of collecting sluts as property. “What about that one? She looks like a nice fucktoy as well.” I couldn’t see her face or tits, but her fat ass completely swallowed her g-string, the only thing she was wearing other than a pair of stripper heels.

He laughed. “I think she might have been a sorority slut back at GMU. Just saw her here tonight, though. Well, cunt?”

He pulled her off his dick. After catching her breath, she said, “I served you in some of your lectures, sir. You knocked me up as well.”

Marcus pushed her back to sucking. “There you are! It’s hard to tell these blond sluts apart, isn’t it? Dime a dozen.” I agreed.

Despite the ban on public sex that had until recently been in effect, Segia’s male colleges were private institutions, and so the classrooms were not considered public places. Sex had been permitted during lectures for stress relief, as long as things were kept relatively quiet, and it was the norm to come to class with a whore on the arm. Girls from SWU were common, although hoes from all around could be found as well. The teacher also partook during class, with a ‘teacher’s aide’ provided for that very purpose. This was an extremely coveted position, as it involved service to only one man, and so the teachers aides were uniformly among the most beautiful and sexually talented women in Segia. The frat had had a running competition to see who could get in the panties of the most teachers aides, despite them being forbidden to fuck anyone other than their assigned teacher. I had won, of course, fucking and knocking up all 297 of them. It would have been quite the scandal, if not for my mysterious ability to have the weird pregnancies of my bitches be completely ignored.

“God, it’s so nice to finally not have to take a slut to the bathroom or book a hotel when you want a quick fuck here,” Marcus said. “I’d like to buy a drink for the man that repealed that law. Or a whore.”

I smiled at him. “Why, you have that opportunity right now! You’re looking at the new Chairman of the City Council. I’m the one that made the motion for repealment.”

He laughed jovially. “My man! Well, you’ve got no lack of whores, but I’ll have to take you to Satin Sluts sometime.”

“For sure!” Satin Sluts was one of the best brothels in the city. It was pretty new, and I hadn’t been yet.

Marcus leaned back, reminiscing. “God, we had such good times back in the day. That soccer season was legendary. You totally dominated!”

“Good times. Remember the championship game for the International Men’s College Soccer Tournament? We completely whipped North Carolina. And then we taught their cheerleaders a bit about Segian cheerleading.”

“Oh, those sluts loved that! I heard a fair few transferred to SWU afterwards, just to get another taste of real men. Man, that was almost as good as that time with the U.S. team!”

After our domination of international soccer in the men’s tournament, we played an exhibition game against the U.S. women’s team, fresh off a World Cup victory. We had utterly decimated them, beating them 27-0. It had caused them worldwide embarrassment.

Even better, we had made a bet with them beforehand. If we didn’t beat them by more than ten points, we would publicly state that men sucked at soccer and women were much better, but if we did, they would be our personal whores for a week. They had taken it, of course; even if they hadn’t been confident in their superiority, such a margin of victory was unheard of.

They had proved to be excellent fuckdolls. Though they were resistant at first, their embarrassment and humiliation at their loss had made them easy to tame. I had taken them all, of course, though Anya Myers had been a particular favorite. I had impregnated her with octuplets. After we had had our fun with the girls, we had given the U.S. men’s team a turn with them. By the time the week was up, they had been privately converted to obedient whores, though they publicly maintained their façade. They had been cheerleaders for our team for the rest of the regular season, eagerly adopting Segian cheerleading.

I nodded. “What are those sluts up to now? I haven’t fucked one in a while.”

“Oh, they still make the rounds with the old teammates around here,” Marcus said. “I just fucked a few last week.” He slid his hands through the hair of the whore sucking him off, leaning back and groaning, before cumming down her throat. Pushing her off, he got up and zipped his fly. “Well, it was great catching up. I’m gonna go find myself a nice cunt or two. Maybe even keep one, heh, who knows. I’ll hit you up about Satin.”

I waved him off, promising I was looking forward to it. It was nice to catch up with an old college friend. It got me thinking that I should throw a party for all the old frat guys. Maybe at my new beach mansion, once it was ready. Regardless, Marcus had the right idea about finding some nice pieces of ass.

I allowed my orgasm to arrive, unloading into the slobbering slut. I nearly suffocated her with all the cum that filled her throat, bursting out of her nostrils. And that was only the first fifth of my load. I pulled out of her mouth, unloading the rest on her hair, back, and ass as she slumped her head into the chair that I had just gotten up from. Leaving her insensate and coated in cum, I made my way over to the dance floor.