Embrace the new dynamic

After that night things began to change. I stopped thinking about avoiding the club which I knew I wasn’t going to do anyway. I stopped being concerned if he was there every time I pushed through the doors. And he was there often enough now, that pretending otherwise became impossible. I even surprised myself by how quickly I adjusted.

We didn’t speak much when we did see each other though. Mostly it was a nod at the bar, and maybe a brief smile if we happened to catch the other looking from a distance. He stayed in his circles, and I stayed in mine. As long as I kept to the private rooms when I wanted to play, I could almost forget he was somewhere in the building, doing his own thing. I told myself I was in control, and that I could draw the line and keep it clean, even if I wasn’t getting to enjoy the more exhibitionistic parts of my new found self.

Then one particular night when I arrived, I didn’t see him anywhere. The lounge was crowded, but I walked through, trying to see if I found him anywhere. Next, I scanned the open rooms, looking if he was in any of those. That restless itch in me demanded something reckless that I hadn’t been able to enjoy for too long. That was when I spotted this silver fox I’d been eyeing for weeks, through the entry to the space he was in. He was mid-fifties maybe, and his hair was cut in this professional looking, silver, ivy league sort of way. He kept his beard cut down to this sexy stubble that he kept neatly lined. And the way he carried himself felt like he was probably a big deal in his daytime life.

When he caught me looking, he gave a little jerk of his head in invitation. I didn’t hesitate. I don’t know what it is, but no matter how seductive and intimidating I looked, when a guy still had the confidence to assume I’d just come running because he prompted me to… Well, it made me come running.

The group room, if you could call it a room, was already packed when I slipped inside. There were bodies grinding, and the moans were almost enough to drown out the music. The smell of sex was thick. I went straight to him, and he pulled me down with a hand on my waist, while I was already dragging my dress up over my head. His touch was as confident as the gesture he’d made to get me there. Based on the way he handled me, he meant to put me on display and open me up for the others as much as for himself.

What followed was a rush of mouths, hands, and cocks. One man fucked me from behind while another pushed between my lips; when he pulled out, another slid in, filling every need for exhibitionism I’d been carrying. I was dripping, and overwhelmed in the best way, listening to the sounds of skin on skin, and moans all around me.

There were other women in the room who weren’t idle, either. One was on her knees, riding another woman’s tongue while a cock pumped into her from behind. The cries of the woman below, were muffled between her thighs, as she rubbed her own unattended pussy. Another was laid back on top of a guy, with her tits bouncing as he and another on top of her, took her at once, her nails clawing at the sheets over the thin mattress. When one guy I didn’t even know was there finished across my breasts, the woman next to me leaned in to lick it off, before she kissed her partner, sharing the taste.

I reached out in my bliss, my hand straying to stroke another woman’s slimy lips, and then partially wrap around a man’s cock, feeling him drive into her with my hand repeatedly caught between them. Everywhere I turned there was pleasure, and all of it left me gasping and used, as we were watched.

That was when I saw him standing near the arched entryway with his arms folded, and staring directly at me. The sight hit like a shockwave of shame and shivers rushing through me all at once. For a heartbeat I had the same instinct I’d had the first time he caught me, but then the silver fox tugged my hair back and slid his cock between my lips. I could only gasp and look up again.

He was still watching. Only now his cock was out and he was stroking himself as he stood watching the show. My chest tightened and my thighs shook, watching him fist his massive cock in return, and my focus didn’t leave except for when I winced, as another man pushed into me from behind. I couldn’t look away, even with the silver fox in my mouth, or when the guy behind me pinned my wrists to my back. Bodies took what they wanted, and I watched him take me visually.

When his fist tightened, and I watch his seed fire aimlessly to the ground, it felt like a waste. I finally came harder than I had in weeks, after avoiding all public displays so I wouldn’t have to endure his judgment. But his judgment came in the form of him getting off to me being used.

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