Exploring The Next Floor

After a while of gazing out at paradise I stood and stretched.

Music still thundered across the dance floor and women danced all around me while I rested. Some dancers had stopped at my table to rest too. A few had sat for barely longer than one song before they were up again.

I could have spent some time playing with the ones sitting here but I didn’t want to limit myself to just staying here. I was curious to see what the upstairs area had to offer me. So, I left the table behind and groped my way through the throng of dance-crazed and scantily dressed women.

I made it to the stairs with a revived erection just as two hot pieces of ass started to climb the steps. One was wearing really tight denim shorts that allowed the bottom of her ass to hang out and a black lacy top that showed off the small of her back and her shoulders. The other one wore a more elegant looking dress that did something to cover her in a token effort to be decent, while also failing to do just that as the fabric was so sheer that her G-string and bra were visible.

Upon seeing them I immediately hurried myself up so that I was right behind them going up the stairs. Their swaying hips and jiggly butts moved inches from my face as I leaned close and tried not to lose balance. My hands reached out to grab handfuls of ass as we ascended. I was mesmerized, even after cumming recently I couldn’t curb my enthusiasm for the female form. That one track mind brought me to the top of the stairs where my attention was **** to change, my eyes having to look down at their butts now that we were on the same level.

After a couple more steps of following the two women I had to stop to finally take a look at my new surroundings.

This upstairs portion was basically a level with extra rooms facing a balcony that wrapped around the interior of the building. Immediately upon reaching the top of the stairs I could see a walkway that followed the rectangular shape of the room below. The hand rail was see-through, as was the walkway itself. Glass panes allowed a view down below. Which meant that the walkway had to be of a reinforced kind of glass, or maybe a type of plastic.

Periodically along the walkway a human sized cage hung from the rafters with a woman, or women in some cases, dancing inside. The cages weren’t locked closed though. They did in fact have an open entry with no door that they could leave through at any point, with the cage hanging near small steps built into the edge of the walkway. The illusion of a trapped woman made to dance was still present, though. And that was incredibly hot.

To the right of the walkway, I could see over the railing and watch the mass of semi-nude and sexy women dance the night away. To the left would have been a flat wall except they seemed to have constructed multiple rooms along the edge to make more space and to have more private gatherings. Well, not exactly private since they were still open to the rest of the building. They were more like very large cubby holes, or classrooms side by side without the wall that would have had the doors to said classrooms.

I imagined that it would have been like walking down the corridor to my old school and being able to see into each classroom with x-ray vision.

The first room I saw was as big as a classroom even, since it looked like it could fit about twenty to thirty desks. Instead of desks however, there were dark leather chairs wrapped around the whole interior wall, with low tables and other singular chairs dotted around the open space.

Very interestingly there also appeared to be a couple raised platforms with poles connecting them to the ceiling. These, coupled with the low lighting from small fixtures in the ceiling, made the place look a lot like a strip club. A strip club inside a regular club.

I looked further along to the next few open rooms and saw much the same, even on the wall opposite the dance floor. Except for the smaller room at one end, directly in front of me. That one looked to be another drinks bar. A bar to supply drinks easier to the six rooms of this second floor.

Another thing I noted was the glass panels above that also wrapped around the room. These panels, or glazed windows, or maybe LED screens were colored and had silhouettes of women dancing. If they were screens then that was a nice touch. If they weren’t screens but also rooms with real women then the flight of stairs at the other end of the walkway from where I stood might give access to them.

Everywhere I looked excited me to no end. Women were all around me wearing barely anything. Some were leaning on the hand rails looking over the crowd below. Some were making their way to the bar. The girls in the cages were focused on dancing erotically while being illuminated by some LED strips lining the inside of the cages. Others were in the rooms sitting and chatting or standing and dancing. I could see one woman trying out her pole dancing skills.

All of them were an exhibition of feminine beauty and eroticism. Their outfits designed to show off their assets, tastefully pleasing or blatantly arousing.

I moved closer to one of the cages where a woman wearing a narrow tube top, a short denim skirt and trendy sneakers was gyrating to the music. Her eyes were closed as she seemed to move as if in a trance. I could see her nipples poking through the fabric of her top and knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She did, however, wear a thong that was very visible over her hips.

I watched her do her thing. I eyed up all of her curves. The medium sized breasts bounced wonderfully in her small top. Her ass cheeks poked out from under her short skirt. I could feel my dick getting hard again at the erotic sight.

Some time passed by as I was mesmerized before I snapped myself out of it and looked around. I didn’t want to just stand there watching.

I decided to walk into the large room nearest me. The lighting here was much dimmer as it gave off a more intimate mood. Girls were sitting and standing throughout the room. They were clustered into groups and chatting together, their voices barely loud enough to be heard over the music.

I eyed the pole dancing girl, appreciating her flexibility and her short black dress that hugged her butt and revealed the lace panties underneath, before picking a corner of the room to approach.

In this corner sat a group of four women. Three were sitting on the long seat that wrapped around the wall and the last one was sitting on a leather couch facing the first three. I sat down next to the one on the couch and thought about what I should do with them. As I was thinking, they carried on chatting amongst themselves.

“Where did you buy those shoes?” One of the girls on the long wrap-around couch asked the girl sitting opposite. Or rather, the girl sitting next to me. The one asking the question had long wavy blonde hair and wore a short tight black dress that barely covered her hips. All I had to do was bend my neck a little to see her black panties. Her neckline went all the way down to her sternum with bits of thin string keeping the dress from revealing her braless chest. And those large breasts were barely concealed as it was. Black thigh-highs and black boots completed the look.

“They’re from Macy’s.” The girl sitting beside me said. Her hair was just as long as the other girl but was mostly brown with blonde highlights. Her dress looked like it was two items at first before I looked closer to see that they were connected in the back. The top half looked like a tube top with how little it covered, while the bottom half was a high slit skirt with a metal ring keeping the material from falling off. Her shoes were black high heels with some kind of silver flower on the toes.

“Are they new? I haven’t seen you in them before.” The girl in the middle of the three girls on the long couch said. Her hair was also long, but a little bit curly in their brown locks. Her dress was a deep voluminous burgundy that ended around midthigh, laughably conservative compared to her friends. Except for the many strings up her sides that did the job of keeping the two halves, front and back, together. Her shoes were open topped and high heeled.

“They were on sale recently so I had to grab them.” The girl next to me said. She flicked her hair out, even though it wasn’t in the way.

The last girl hadn’t said anything but I still looked her over. Her outfit wasn’t a dress, though. She wore a black tube top with thin straps and a pair of tight pants with cut-outs at the hips and strings tying the waistbands together and making it look like she wasn’t wearing panties.

In fact, all the girls, except one, looked like they were wearing no underwear whatsoever. Which was unbelievably hot.

While the girls talked, I scooted closer to the girl next to me and placed a hand on her bare thigh. Her legs were crossed, hiding her pussy from view. I caressed her thigh and looked her over more closely. Her body was fit with a healthy tan. Her skin looked so clear and sexy that I couldn’t help myself from leaning forward to kiss her shoulder. Then I licked her. My tongue traced over her shoulder, even as her body gave small motions as she talked with her friends. I licked over her cleavage, getting closer to her. My hand put pressure on her leg and I moved it to spread her open.

My hand moved closer to her core and really didn’t find any material to get in my way. She wasn’t wearing any panties and my fingers sunk into her pussy. She was a little wet but not by much. I decided to change that and went to town sawing my fingers in and out. I looked up at her face to check for any signs of arousal but knew I wouldn’t find anything except her sexy face with its make-up. Her lips moved as she talked, entrancing me with thoughts of my dick in her mouth. Those red lips would look so good around my cock.

My eyes were drawn down to her breasts, covered by her dress’ top half, the tube top. Below that was her bare stomach. I pressed my face into her boobs and motorboated her while fingering her pussy. I then pulled her dress down and let her breasts out. I latched myself onto one and sucked in her nipple.

Hey vagina grew increasingly wet from my fingers but there was still no sign of arousal from the party girl. Feeling horny again I grabbed this woman around the hips and pulled her my way to make some space. She felt so good in my arms for that brief moment.

I then pushed her over onto her side and flipped her until she was on her back. Even through all that she kept up her end of the conversation with her friends.

“We really should go clothes shopping again,” The girl I was holding was saying. “I need new underwear anyway.”

I laughed as I looked at her vagina, and its complete lack of underwear. I lifted her leg out of the way and rested it on the backrest of the couch.

“Same girl,” The one in the burgundy dress said. “Everything I own is old news now.”

The other girls also showed their interest in the promised shopping spree. I, on the other hand, zoned out of their girly talk and ran my hands down the insides of my girl's thighs. I could see that she was wet enough, so I got into position and pulled down my track pants enough to get the job done.

My dick came out and I immediately sunk myself into this woman on the couch. The warmth and wetness enveloped me and I sighed in happiness. Her folds squeezed me and I couldn’t help but to respond with a thrust. Watching the woman’s face from up close, there was still no sign of arousal, but that was fine and expected by now.

I held onto the woman's boobs as I got into the rhythm of fucking her. My eyes unfocused as I let the feeling of her pussy envelop me. The cushions of her breasts were great handholds for leverage. And also, because they were soft and warm.

I thrusted like a beast, not listening to the conversation, and hammered my cock into this random sexy woman. I switched my hands to her hips so I could watch her breasts bounce from my thrusts. I watched as her sizable tits wobbled up and down for my viewing pleasure.

Almost too quickly I could feel my orgasm approach. Instead of trying to stave it off I embraced it. And I embraced her too. I leaned down and hooked my arms underneath her and held her body to me tightly. Her feminine scent filled my lungs as I bit down gently on the flesh of her neck. My pounding continued some more before the delicious feeling of release brought warmth to my pelvis region again.

My dick melted as it throbbed inside her. My thrusts slowed down to an occasional twitch, a small attempt to chase the strong feelings of my orgasm.

A few moments later I felt the throbs subside and I lifted myself from the party girl's body. I then took my penis out of her and watched as my semen slowly flowed out and drip down the curve of her ass and onto the couch.

My breathing was slightly ragged from the fast thrusting, so I took a moment to catch my breath. After a few breaths I backed away from the woman on the couch. She hadn’t yet bothered to right herself or fix her dress just yet and I had the feeling that she would only do so after I moved away or stopped interacting with her for a time.

As the club's music pumped throughout the room I just observed for a little bit. The room’s occupants still stood around or danced. The woman who had been pole dancing had stopped and left at some point.

A moment later the woman I had been fucking finally sat up and lifted her dress to cover her breasts again. She smoothed the bottom part over her legs too. However, my jizz was probably still dribbling out of her and onto the back of her dress.

That reminded me, my dick was still wet from her juices, as well as my own cum. I hadn’t lifted my track pants and was sitting with my member flopped down and flaccid. I got up, holding my pants to make sure they didn’t fall down, and waddled over to one of the other girls sitting opposite me. I chose the girl with the short black dress and thigh-highs.

This girl occasionally added something to the conversation but it seemed that the burgundy girl was the most talkative out of the bunch. I was about to temporarily take her completely out of the conversation for my own purposes.

To try and get my dick to harden a little, even though I had just ejaculated, I looked down into her cleavage and ogled at those large breasts. They were honestly quite big on her slim frame. They might have even been fake but I couldn’t tell. They simply looked delicious, especially with a light sheen of sweat, no doubt from dancing.

I managed to coax my cock into being slightly stiff and finally addressed the girl.

“Can you clean my dick, please?” I asked, giving in to the old habit of being polite. Despite asking about cleaning my dick.

The girl looked up at me, then looked down at my cock in her face, looked back up and said, “Sure.”

That was it.

She then opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking my penis into her warm and wet mouth. The stimulation was only slightly uncomfortable for my sensitive tip but I powered through. The girl bobbed her head back and forth. Her tongue scraped over me as she cleaned the juices from me.

Some time went by and I felt that she had thoroughly cleaned me, but I was fully hard again now. So, I grabbed her head and thrusted mercilessly into her throat. Any other woman in my world would have gagged immediately. She would have choked and spluttered. She would have slapped at me to get me off of her.

But that doesn’t happen here.

She didn’t ****. Her eyes didn’t even water. She took it like a champ. She took it like the most seasoned and experienced porn star. I pulled her head towards me until her lips were against my groin. I could feel the tip of my dick hit her esophagus and tilt down her throat. Her face never once spoke of discomfort.

So, I held her steady and thrusted like a madman once again. There was a small sound of her wet throat being used, a gluk gluk sound, but otherwise she was rather quiet as I took my pleasure from her.

I fucked her throat for a while. I didn’t keep track but the image of her face being invaded by my cock so rapidly was all that I looked at for a time. The sight was too erotic to look away.

I grunted without realizing it as I felt my next orgasm approach. My head swam as another bout of pleasure flooded my system. I almost lost my balance as my knees buckled a little, but I held on and pushed my dick as far as it would go before letting loose inside her mouth.

I groaned loudly, the noise of which probably blended with the music around me.

My sperm flowed down the woman’s gullet and white spots appeared in my vision. The woman didn’t ****. She just took the flood of white stuff without complaint. When I knew that the flow had ended, I slowly retreated from her mouth and let go of her head.

I looked at her face but could only see a slightly flushed set of cheeks as evidence for what I had done. Otherwise, she didn’t look like she had just been deepthroated. With satisfied, half-lidded eyes I looked down at the women on this wrap-around couch and took a moment to grope each of their breasts. My hands slipped under their dresses and squeezed their globes almost mindlessly.

Some moments later I stood up straight and put my dick away. I breathed a sigh of contentment and relief before turning around. I surveyed the room, ogling and leering at the sexy bodies around me.

What else did I want to do?

I walked out of the open room and onto the wrap-around balcony. Women walked here and there. Others stood around talking. Others danced in cages while others leaned on the railing looking over the crowd.

I walked over to the railing and took a look at the mass of dancing bodies below. Was I still rearing to go and look for other opportunities for sex? I looked over at the upstairs drinks bar. Did I need some water? Or did I want an alcoholic beverage?

In my post-nut clarity, I contemplated where I wanted the night to go.