Image by the fabulous Stuart F Taylor
Rule number one in life is you should tell people what you like, because often they’ll give you more of it. I make my love of ‘first time‘ stories known, so when the fabulous sex blogger Missy – from FocusedAndFilthy – had a red-hot post to write about her first visit to a sex club, she knew exactly who (ME ME ME) would go wild for hearing it. Come read her exquisitely horny post about the thrill of being watched as she is spanked, humiliated, and face-fucked in front of a crowd of strangers…
Watched, spanked and face-fucked: My first visit to a sex club
I could hear them, the jingle of locker keys on their wrists as they wanked themselves. One obviously hitting the metal gate and making a regular bell-like tinkle with each stroke, but I couldn’t see them. I was stood up and bent over a leather horse (spanking bench) wearing only my blue fishnet crotchless bodystocking, my arse pushed out towards him, with my back arched a little as I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet.
The slap was loud, my arse cheek stung and I snatched in a breath and let out a whimper with my exhale. I wanted to feel the sting, the flush of heat across my backside. He knew this was what I needed and hit me again and again. His rhythm was steady, building in force but not speed. My whimpers turned to full on groans as I felt my cunt flush with heat too. He paused and I panted with some relief but my body craved more.
The gap in my spanking let my mind float away from the sensation of his hard hand against my arse and reminded me of where I was.
The people were still watching, I didn’t know who, I didn’t know how many, but the idea of being on display while he played with me sent another rush to my cunt, just at the same time as he started again with the slaps. He wasn’t starting gently this time. My pink bottom already warm and stinging took the next few slaps well. My mind was totally focused on the feeling. Spanking had always made me horny and made my cunt wet before, but this time I could feel the unusual feeling of my orgasm building. I wondered if he knew, my breathing and groans had got louder. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted it harder and at the same pace.
I wanted him to make me come from spanking.
I gasped quietly “this is going to make me come.” He heard me and it willed him onwards. He took the cue and kept going.
“Good,” was all he said. I groaned as his hands found my willing arse again and again.
I felt I was slipping away – falling into that dark, safe space, found only in the pain and humiliation given to me by those I love.
The orgasm exploded from my core outwards in my body and down my arms and legs, making me cry out loudly. My cunt clenched hard around nothing, and because my legs were spread I felt my juices squirt out of me and gush onto the floor. The knowledge I’d just made a puddle purely from him spanking me in front of a handful of wanking strangers made my face flush as red as my arse.
“Good girl,” he stated, “now on your knees.”
My body responded almost by reflex even if my mind was in that quiet subspace. His cock was rigid in front of me. I took it into my mouth like a thirsty man given a cold glass of water. I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t use my usual techniques of teasing and licking from side to side and over the tip. I just wanted him to use my mouth. We were in sync and connected at this point as he started to fuck my mouth. I pressed forward with each thrust, pushing his hard tip against my palate and not concerning myself with my spit. It started to drip from my mouth, falling onto my breasts, and the sounds I was making were getting wetter and wetter.
He started banging into me with force. I had my hands clasped behind me and I tried hard to meet each pulse equally. He grabbed my hair and gave me everything. Speed and force and my eyes started to water. Just at the point when I was flying in my subspace, and my body was starting to consider a tap out, he pulled me off his cock. I gasped for air. My spit hanging in strings from his cock and my mouth.
I looked up into his face, his grin was wide and proud, but before I could take him back into my mouth again, which is what I was craving, he pulled my face to the side and said:
“Look!”
He forced my head to look at the doorway. The thick metal bars were across the door stopping anyone from entering the room but stood behind them was a woman in a black baby doll and five men around her with their cocks in their hands. All of them were staring at me. He pulled me back to his cock. I only managed a quick glance. I didn’t catch any faces or identifiable features. My cunt clenched at the thought of them watching me get my face fucked.
He pushed his cock back into my eager wet mouth.
“You’re such a good cock hungry slut,” he growled.
And my cunt clenched again.
