A Voyage of Discovery

It seemed that these women were all here purely for both us men, and judging by the yells of delight, for their own perverted pleasure.

With my cock reset to maximum I swung around to see that cutey was busy with a cock in both ends so I went looking for another sweet snatch, mouth or arse to avail myself of.

Over near the bar a slightly chubby but sexy looking lady was squatting down in front of a dark rugby player as he slapped her face with his semi-hard cock. A sheen of cum radiated from her smiling face.

Another guy who was wanking his cock nearby stepped up and she dutifully opened her mouth as he wanked a load into it.

I noticed that as he shook his cock into her gaping gob she didn't swallow and managed to keep the opaque liquid mass intact. Then a third bloke joined the queue and he replicated his compatriots actions, jettisoning a load down into her cake hole.

With great theatre she swirled the tangy rough mess around in her mouth, blew a bubble with it and then slid it down her throat to great cheers and affirmations from the assembled mass.

I considered this to be a waste of time and pussy so I continued on my rounds.

Two other women were kissing as two guys rubbed the ladies genitals whereas the remaining three were just chatting and rubbing the occasional cock as they did so.

I took a casual look around and it had seemed that the numbers of men had dwindled over the past hour or so. No doubt they had honest wives and partners to go home to.

As I stood there sipping my beer and watching a busty full-bodied blonde bouncing on a cock, as she sucked two guys off, I was interrupted by the owner. A guy who introduced himself as Marcus.

He was a very friendly man, more so when he found out that I was there as a potential sponsor of the club. I'd even invented a full back-story as I'd walked around.

I moved my business south to follow a few big leads and when I was up north I sponsored a club and now, I was looking for a new one.

It was when he asked me how I knew about the party that I temporarily come unstuck. I diverted attention for about a minute as one of the guys came over the blondes face, but in that time I sorted it out.

All I had to do was mention Kim's business, and I was in.

"I've been working with McCaul's Events to get a few things happening and you know how it goes, they mentioned one thing after another and one of the girls said this was a good place to make a few interesting contacts," I paused for effect. "For some reason."

"Ahh," he chuckled to himself. "I reckon I know exactly who she is."

"I was about to say 'Kim!' when he was quickly distracted by his wife who came out wearing a pair of suspenders and fish-net stockings.

"Hot as hell!" he disclaimed.

Sharon came strutting towards us and nearly every man there that wasn't fucking someone suddenly puffed their chests up as if they were roosters with only one hen in the house.

"So," Sharon clapped her hands and did a quick head count of all the men. "Twelve girls means that some of you guys won't be getting one of these." She held up a handful of orange wristbands with McCaul Events emblazoned on them.

The guys were now quite comically and deliberately acting like tools as Sharon doled out the bands. A few of the girls came to watch, including the cute one I'd seen earlier who was looking hornier and hotter than ever before.

When Sharon saw me standing there, my cock still unspent, she just smiled, walked up to me, handed me a band and said, "You're coming with me."

A cheer went up and Sharon then pointed to two other guys and said, "And you, and you."

"I'm honoured," I said out loud. It was only two words but suddenly the cute girl looked at me with a quizzical look to her eyes. I just winked at her and followed the other two horny men towards the Maori at the door who this time, let us straight in.

As I entered I'd almost forgotten about my original quest, to find out just what my slutty wife and her friend were up to.

Once inside though I discovered that apart from two blokes serving drinks at the bar, Kim and Ange were nowhere to be seen. The room we entered was simply a room made out for one purpose and one purpose only.

Fucking.

The bar was like any small pub bar with beer on tap, shelves of whiskey and loads of spirits and mixers. Around the room there were lounges, one king sized bed with some bondage gear attached, some swing type things hanging from the ceiling and in the middle what looked like some hybrid massage/birthing table.

It was a timber leather and foam backed table with stirrups for a lady's legs. I was keen to try it.

All of this though was starting to leave me feeling a bit unsettled. Now that I was effectively locked in a bar with all these naked horny folk, I was unable to escape. Kim and Ange simply were not here. Maybe they'd never been here to begin with, and I'd certainly gone beyond expecting them to appear out of nowhere.

Moral problem number two was that if they weren't here, which they weren't, it was me that was the wrong-doer, not Kim.

I tried to justify it as best I could but I kept thinking of alternatives to what I could have done to find out what was going on. From simply waiting outside to see if she leaves, through to the simplest of them all. Just asking her, rather than what was now a ridiculous and somewhat dangerous game of fucking and subterfuge.

Now the Maori guy was standing at the door making sure, I thought, that no one escaped, but when he too began to undress I realised that maybe he was about to collect his bonus.

Myself and a few other debutantes just stood around staring as the music came on and the lights dimmed down to a seductive red glow. Sharon sauntered over with a tray of whiskey shots that we all downed in one gulp, much to her delight.

Although I had plenty to stare at I couldn't help but notice that the hot girl was eyeing me off and I was determined to fuck her tonight, no matter what.

I spied a toilet over behind the bar and being forever the optimist I made my way towards it in the hope that it may offer an escape route of some sort.

My heart leapt with excitement when I noticed a door opposite the toilets, but when I opened it there was nothing but a storage room full of cleaning products. In the unisex bathroom there was nothing other than a small window above the sink.

I rested my hands on the benchtop and looked at myself steadily in the mirror. I was not proud of what had come of the afternoon and without my phone to contact Kim, I was now worried about what she herself was thinking about where the hell I was.

I hung my head down and closed my eyes, thinking whether I should just go out, declare my position and hope that reason and the common good would prevail, or go out and see it through.

A hand placed on my shoulder sealed my fate.

"Are you okay?" asked the hot girl I longed for.

"Fuck," I said, startled. "Sorry, yeah just had a bit to drink."

Again she tilted her head with that look of someone who was trying to solve a puzzle.

"I'm, umm Frank," I muttered, after suddenly remembering my false identity. "And you are?"

She looked into the mirror and with a hand sliding down to my cock replied, "I don't like to give men here my real name, because, you know, they can get a bit attached."

I couldn't help but feel my cock harden as she gently stroked it and whispered sensually, "But you can call me Kim, for now."

"Oh, fuck," I blurted out when she used my wife's name as an alias.

"What's wrong with Kim?" She asked with that inquiring look in her eyes again.

"It's umm," I was thinking fast on my feet, "My sister is Kim."

"Really?" she cooed, "Is that so bad?"

"I'd prefer something else," I pleaded, "How about Mel?"

She backed off and looked me up and down with sudden disdain.

"Fuck that," she said harshly, "Do I look like that dirty slut Mel do I?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, and cornered as I was, I was just a little bit worried that she might go all psycho on me.

"I uhm, don't know her, or any Mel's for that matter."

That wicked smile crept back and I slowly realised that I was being played with.

"I bet that Mel, whoever she was, never did this for you."

Suddenly she flicked from potential murderess to cock-loving whore. I preferred the latter but was always aware and looking out for the former.

"Oh good God almighty," I cried as she slid my cock into her mouth.

In the mirror opposite all I could see was me standing there with a look of pure bliss writ large upon my face. Mel was a magical cocksucker and I was enjoying every delectable move that she performed. She was sloppy, she was tight, she flicked my knob and swallowed it down to the hilt.

Her perfectly pert tits bounced beautifully as I rapidly forgot my original intention of coming into the bathroom, which was to escape.

She cupped and licked my balls and would often look at me to check my progress, and I have to admit, she had me close.

She seemed to know it too.

With a theatrical pop out of her mouth she stood up and said. "We better go see what the boss is up to."

When we entered the room I wasn't at all surprised to find action all around me. On the bed lay Sharon as two guys took turns fucking her mouth and a woman with short strawberry blonde hair, who was being fucked from behind, licked Sharon out.

On one lounge one woman was being fucked in the pussy and arse and next to her was another woman riding a cock as she sucked a bloke off.

I'd never seen such wild cavalcade of fucking in my life. I saw some bloke cum all over a woman's back as another lady rubbed his cum through her fingers before licking it off like cake mix.

Mel took my hand and with a big smile said, "Come and fuck me over here."

We headed towards the bed and as soon as she crawled onto it on all fours I was right behind her ready to slide my cock right inside her exquisite quim.

But fucking Mel wasn't her plan because as soon as I climbed onto the bed she flipped over, gave Sharon a nudge and told her to look at who was here, me.

"About fucking time," Sharon said in her sultry voice, "Get over her and fuck me, now."

I certainly wasn't going to refuse the invitation to slide my cock into our horny host for the night.

The woman licking her out gave my cock a quick suck and moved slightly out of the way as I planted myself between Sharon's spread legs. Her pussy was glistening with moisture and as I slid my rock-hard cock into her deliciously tight cunt she let out a cute little moan followed by a stream of expletives.

"Yeah fuck my cunt, fuck that hole with your big cock," she cried, before her mouth was filled with cock.

Mel was approached by two guys with massive hard-ons and she quickly disappeared with them over to the bar behind me. I was slightly disappointed that I wasn't getting to fuck her at this moment, but I knew that I'd get an opportunity to fuck her at some stage of the night.

Besides, Sharon was turning out to be an intensely great fuck. Her friend Leanne was the Strawberry blonde and it was her husband Steve who was fucking Sharon's face with a vigour.

"Yeah baby, suck that cock you little slut," he said to Sharon, who opened her eyes and smiled through them.

"You going to cum in it?" she teased him, "Fill it up for your slut-wife to drink?"

"Ha ha, no," he exclaimed to Sharon, with a shake to his voice. "Not before I stretch your cunt out with this bloke here as well." He nodded towards me and I stopped pounding her sopping cunt as I took in what he said.

"You up for that?" Leanne asked in her sweet high voice, "Ever double fucked a pussy before?"

I had to admit the idea didn't thrill me, but as Leanne cupped my balls and rubbed Sharon's cunt, she made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

"If you survive that, then you can fuck my arse," she stated.

"Good Lord," I said. "Hell yeah."

I glanced over at Mel who was riding a guy in the reverse cowboy position, allowing her an excellent view of the three of us getting into position.

The arrangement was simple. I lay on the bed, Sharon mounted me with a simple elegance, and Steve got in behind her, his cock as rigid as mine was.

"She fucking loves this, mate," he warned me. "She goes right off."

As if to silence me, and herself, Sharon surprised me by latching onto my lips and thrusting her tongue down my throat. As se did so I felt Steve's cock rest up against mine which elicited a guttural moan from the middle-aged hornbag above me.

Looking up I could see Leanne goading Steve on as he slid his cock in against mine, filling Sharon's hot cunt with two massive cocks at one time.

"Oh Jaysus," she moaned, "Sweet fucking Jaysus."

Then I saw another guy come up right next to my face and begin fucking her mouth only inches away. Then she kissed me straight after pulling out from the cock. I already had one cock rubbing against my own, and I was determined to not have to suck the one above me, no matter what Leanne demanded.

The day was saved when Mel appeared next to us all and took on the cock-sucking duties from Sharon, who went back to kissing me as Steve and I fucked her together.

The amount of fluid pouring from her cunt indicated that at some time during her cock-sucking phase she'd cum, and she'd cum in a very wet fashion.

"This is too much," Steve groaned as he continued to plough into her stretched pussy.

"Cum baby," Leanne urged her husband, "Cum in her slutty cunt."

I was used to the feeling of Steve next to mine, but the idea of his cum coating my cock was going to be just too much of an ask. Try as I did though to maneuver my dick out of the way, I was wedged in and when Steve threw his head back in delight, I knew I was locked in.

"Ah fucking hell," he screamed, as he shot his load into her wet snatch, adding to the wet bath my cock was enjoying. I could feel his load fill her cervix and when he eventually pulled out, she felt loose and damn wet.

When the guy that Mel was sucking intimated that he too would fancy some double vag action I stood my ground and tipped the drunk with pleasure Sharon off my sweaty torso. Mel winked at me and came around to where I was laying. My cock was still hard and coated with Sharon's juices and Steve's jizz, and Mel was happy to suck my cock clean.

As I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of this young beauty sucking and licking my cock I gazed around the wanton action going on around the room.

Once more Sharon was filled with cocks as two blokes filled her pussy and another was holding her head and fucking her mouth. Long tendrils of spit hung down from her extended mouth as the guy shoving his cock in groaned in delight.

Leanne was being fucked in the arse and cunt and had a glazed expression on her cum covered face. At the bar one woman was straddling two bar stools as another woman ate her out. On the lounge there were more women being fucked and surrounding them all were several men all clearly post-ejaculation.

I watched as Sharon milked the cocks of the two men and marvelled at her capacity for jizz as I witnessed her playing with the overflow out of her well fucked pussy.

Mel was really enjoying sucking my dick but I really wanted to fuck her, and fuck her hard. If I was going to cum somewhere, it was either on or in this pert young minx.

"Come on," I said to her, "Climb on."

From behind my cock she looked up at me and just gave me that wicked smile again. That one where she knew that she was in control, and that something was definitely up.

"Not just yet, Tim." she said.

At first I didn't actually realise that she'd called me not by my 'nom de plume' of Frank, but my real name, Tim.

As soon as she saw the look of horror on my face, she laughed out loud and sat up in front of my rapidly shrinking cock.

Sharon, attracted by Mel's laugh, rolled over towards us and lay her hand on my cock.

Then Mel did something so simple that her identity immediately became shockingly apparent to me.

She took her long brunette hair and tied it up into a loose bun on her head. The change was immediate.

I wasn't looking at someone called Mel, I was looking at Erin the receptionist at McCaul's Events where Kim worked. Not only was that a complete disaster in itself, but Erin/Mel was also Ange's younger sister.

My heart nearly stopped as I put everything together in my head.

Kim and Ange had nothing to do with this whole event, other than organising the booze and other behind the scenes details as the email I saw atteste, they were both innocent and indeed it was I that was the miscreant in this affair.

I was speechless as I lay there with a middle-aged slut stroking my soft-cock as if it was a sick kitten about to be put down, and a young beauty I so desperately still wanted to fuck kneeling before me.

"So, Tim," Sharon said, "Why are you here exactly, and why shouldn't I get our McCaul Events scary bouncer here to rough you up a bit?"

I tried to explain as best I could about the tracking device, my sad suspicions about my wife and how once I was in, I couldn't get out.

"Kim and Ange? Here?" Erin asked, with a tone of intense disbelief, "They're both far too square, and in Kim's case, too loyal, for this type of event."

That hurt more than anything.

"She gets all the booze at a special price off the suppliers and it's all off the books. She drops the van off at our place, goes to the movies or whatever, then Ange gives her a lift home," Erin continued. "For them it's just another cash job, they have no idea what we do."

"You do know that if you'd said that you wanted to leave, you could have," Sharon said. "People always come and go, you just had to ask."

"I think that he was keen on staying here," Erin lay back, spread her legs and flicked her clit, "because he wanted a nice piece of this."

I couldn't help it but my cock grew as soon as she opened her perfect pussy lips, and Sharon responded by giving it a firm squeeze.

"Hmmm," Sharon moaned, "yes I think you're right, he's pretty much the last man standing."

They both dived on my cock and shared the sucking duties as I rose back to 95 per cent lusty hardness and 5 per cent guilt.

Erin turned around on all fours and presented me with her perfect pussy, and with no reluctance at all, I finally slid inside her. In the daze I was in I dismissed the sight of Sharon taking a series of photos on her phone. Being her house, I figured they were her rules. Besides, I was in deep enough in my self-dug hole, may as well keep digging.

When leanne began rubbing my ball bag I was ready to cum, and cum I did all inside the delicious tight young cunt of Erin.

I lay back, finally satiated, and watched as the men all began to disappear, leaving me alone with Sharon, Leanne, Erin, Steve, Mark and my dark thoughts.

"Your wife, Kim," Sharon said, with a questioning tone, "What is she into?"

I looked at her, aghast.

"She likes a bit of anal," Erin butted in, and when I stared at her she added, "What? Ange told me."

"Well then. You seem like a practical man, a bit insecure and stupid, but sensible."

I said nothing.

"So we're going to give you a choice. You either tell her all about this and your involvement...,"

I shook my head quickly in the negative as she held up her phone displaying a picture of me fucking Erin.

"Or we'll give you three months to get her here as one of these girls, ready to be fucked by anyone."

"In the back of my mind I kind of knew that Kim would, maybe, possibly, hopefully, get involved, but it would take some time.

"Six months?" I begged.

"She is really hot," Erin said to Sharon, "I'd do her at the drop of a hat."

"Five," Sharon said, "And you'll be coming here every month as well."