Hunt club.

“Do you know about the hunt club?” he asked moaning as I chewed on his cock. I shook my head, not releasing his cock from my mouth and relishing his moans. “Women,” he moaned and leant his head back, “they offer themselves to be hunted.” I moaned onto his cock as he continued.

He picked up his phone and fiddled with it. “Come up here,” he said as something new started on the TV.

Eagerly and excitedly I jumped into his lap, guiding his cock to my cunt. On screen, I saw a cheap headline of ‘The Hunt Club’. As I moaned and rocked on him, he started to tell me more.

“Women, offer themselves to be hunted,” he said, reaching around me to grab my tits. “They get paid to do it.” The screen transitioned to a naked woman leaving a rusted building and picking up what appeared to be a paintball gun. “If they get caught, all bets are off, the men fuck her, beat her etc.”

I couldn’t help but moan before he continued. “Depending on what the women have agreed to change, how much they get paid, and what the contestants can do.”

On screen, the woman suddenly dropped behind a pile of tyres, and suddenly there were splatters of paint against the black rubber. “They can consent to tag, paintball, or tranquilisers.” I felt myself quiver as I saw the woman in the video get hit in the forehead. She fell back and held up her arms.

It didn’t take long for a group of men to approach; they continued to shoot her with paintball pellets as they closed in. “When a volunteer gets tagged, as they call it,” Mark continued, “they are fair game. Sex, ****,” on screen, the woman was dragged against the car and pinned in place. “If a woman comes back for a second time, the pay is tripled.”

I moaned and shuddered on top of him, “Are you asking me if I would like to be hunted?” I asked him.

He squeezed my breasts fiercely, pinching my nipples firmly. “Would you?” he asked.

I moaned and shuddered over his cock. “How much?” I asked.

I felt his pulse within me and knew that he knew he had me on the hook. “Ten thousand for tag, twenty for paintball, fifty for tranqs and one hundred for live ammo.”

I couldn’t help it, I came on his cock, shaking and arcing in pleasure.

“Or, we could set up our own private hunt? I know several of our friends would like a shot at you.” His voice was shaking in pleasure.

I shuddered again, “Are you saying that our friends would like to hunt me?”

He kissed my neck, “I may have mentioned it to a group of our friends, six or so.”

I shuddered again, cumming over his cock. “And you?” I asked him, “Would you like our friends to hunt me, or…” I hesitated, “Or would you like me to be hunted by strangers?”

He shook under me and I felt him cum into my cunt in a long shuddering sigh. “Oh God,” I moaned, “You want a stranger to hunt me?”

He shuddered more as he replied, “Strangers.”

I shuddered at his words, “You want your girlfriend to volunteer to be hunted so that people can get off on watching me be shot and ****.”

He squeezed me more tightly, “People who subscribe participate in the hunt.”

I shook again, “Have you?” I asked without asking.

“Would you let me?” he replied.

I nodded my head, “Yes, if you wanted to, yes.” I struggled not to scream but my body betrayed me, cumming for the second time in only a minute.

“And you?” he asked me, “how would you like to be hunted?” he asked directly.

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