Welcome to Slut Camp

Sam fondled his big, hard dick through his basketball shorts as he walked through the double doors to what he believed would be a tortuous summer defined by him sneaking pretending to have fun making bracelets and then getting yelled at after convincing some cum-addicted nympho-chick to relapse on his spunk. He expected to find two burly, male orderlies on the other side of the doors waiting to put him in straight jacket and escort him across some sad public space.

It was worse than he expected.

On the other side of the double doors was a long hallway, the same width as the entrance way. Both sides of the hallway were lined with large metal doors. Each door was made of thick steel, with a small port-like window at eye level and a sliding space in the middle that looked like it was meant for a tray. "Are these cells?" He thought.

He was alone, though, which seemed odd. Cautiously, he began to walk down the hall. The first few door he passed were either empty or had their ports covered by a small metal door. Still afraid of getting manhandled by the orderlies, he kept his hand at his sides (mostly).

About half-way down the hall, he heard a moan. He stopped. Looked around. "What the fuck?" He thought. Then a second, louder moan. It was definitely the sound of a woman having sex. He started moving at a quicker pace. He started knocking on doors, but never got any responses.

After a few more doors, he found a door with an open porthole. He was shocked to find a black woman with long black hair sucking a hispanic man's extremely large cock. Her head bobbed and down on his hard rod enthusiastically. She was only getting about half of his member in her mouth, but the guy didn't seem to mind.

Out of instinct, he immediately stepped back. He looked down one of the hall and then the other. He was about to whip out his cock, when he heard the moaning again. He turned around and saw another open porthole. Inside, he saw a tan woman licking a pale redhead's pussy. The redhead gyrated, responding to the movement of her lover's tongue tracing her clit.

Sam didn't know what to make of any of this. Is this some kind of test? Is this like a detox zone for people to get shit out of their system? Where the fuck was his escort? He wanted, no, he needed to know how he could get into one of these rooms.

He couldn't help himself. He started stroking his cock while watching this woman bring her lover to the most tremendous female orgasm he'd ever seen...

"Wait a second," Sam thought. "I didn't hear that."

Quickly, he put his cock away. If he couldn't hear that redhead screaming, then the rooms had to be soundproofed, which meant the moaning he was hearing had to be coming from an open door. He started walking the hall, fast. His extremely hard cock bounced in front of him as he went, aching for attention. Finally, he came to end of the hall. He found his open door, as well as another set of double doors. The sign at the top of the double doors showed an arrow with the word "orientation." The inside of the cell was dark and looked empty.