The Club Ch. 01

Note -- The character Cindy is borrowed (with permission) from < a href="http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1112657&page=bio">Little_Asian_Cherry. Hopefully, there'll be many parts to this story/series. Enjoy.

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It had been Jess's idea, after all. I doubt any of us would have had the nerve, or testicular fortitude if you will, to suggest it otherwise. I know I wouldn't, anyway. So we made the club, if you will. And we made a pretty simple agreement between the five of us. While exhibitionism or potentially getting caught in an act was fine, willfully exposing the group's activities or even a certain member's antics was off limits. Similarly, the pressuring or coercing someone to do something they were uncomfortable with or embarrassed by was fine, but no one would be hounded for a straight out refusal. There were, at least, certain basic rules we respected. This framework allowed us to proceed to more...creative propositions.

But this isn't the story of how our little sexual exploration parade came to be. It's the story of the first recruitment of a new member. And, as with the formation of our enclave, it was Jess's willpower that spurred the recruitment of a new member.

Her name was Cindy. I wouldn't call her exceptional. Pretty, even hot maybe...but not the kind that stood out in stark contrast to her surroundings. She was Asian, with straight black hair that barely graced the edges of her shoulders. At 5'2, she was fairly short, but still remarkable. And then there were her breasts, full C-cups that seemed to always dare her outfits to try and discourage them from standing center stage. Again, she didn't stand out in a negative light, but when your eyes were graced with passage of her form -- they were honored.

But romantic ideation aside, our goal was to recruit this beauty into our naughty escapes. Luckily, Jess was relatively close to her. And, from the stories Jess had shared within our group of her and Cindy's exhibitionistic escapades, she should fit in fairly well.

This is what led to me and Jess carrying a drugged Cindy into a room we had prepared. It was fairly simplistic. We laid her limp body on the table that dominated the room. While Jess put the restraints in place, I placed a pillow under Cindy's head. A few shelves held varying toys and devices our club had enjoyed the use of before, and a security cam was recording us from right above the door. That had been Jess's idea too, but I had installed it. A live feed of video/audio to a private, secure site that also fed back into a small lcd screen next to the cam. We had positioned it carefully so that the camera and tv would be roughly where our 'victim's' eyes would linger. The door just below was visible, but only if Cindy strained to raise her head.

I enjoyed the view of Cindy lying on the table while Jess finished ensuring the restraints were both tight and would hold. Cindy was wearing a loose, white skirt that ended maybe an inch above mid-thigh. Dark leggings covered her legs underneath it, and a long-sleeved, black keyhole top that offered a temptation-rich view of her cleavage. Jess was a little taller than Cindy at 5'6, and a little smaller of build. Her breasts hovered between A-B cup range, but her nipples seemed almost too long for her smaller breasts. It was no secret in our little group that she adored having them suckled. Jess was wearing very tight, form fitting jeans and a dark camisole with the Victoria's Secret telltale pink logo mostly covered by a grey, half-zipped hoodie. I briefly remembered her saying she borrowed it from some friend, but couldn't remember who...

"Chris -- you can ogle the two of us once we have her ready. The drug I slipped her is only supposed to last a few minutes. Gag her mouth with some cloth."

I gave a brief nod, half embarrassed by losing myself in...maybe anticipation? I tied a bandana gag over Cindy's mouth, and right about when I finished she let out of a quiet sigh.

"I guess that'll do...it doesn't have to keep her silent, just stifle some screams and make her feel more out of control."

Jess winked at me, and began stripping. She wasn't trying to be sultry or a tease (she already knew we had plenty of that coming in our sexual torture session). Her jeans came off quickly, and she tossed them into the corner. Her hoodie and camisole quickly followed the same trend, her hair settling after this disturbance. She was left to her black, lace bikini and matching demi-bra. She unhooked the bra and tossed it to the side as well, her nipples already elongated to reveal her intense arousal. She slid her panties down her legs and tossed them in my face -- allowing me a moment or two to enjoy the scent of her arousal.

"Feel free to fill them with cum, Chris...they're nice and wet for you already. Get out before she comes to."

And with that I was dismissed. I left the room and crossed the hall. There, another room with a few comfortable seats and a much larger tv showed one hell of a view. Cindy, tied to the table and slowly coming around and Jess, opposite the door and completely nude. Jess licked her fingers, ran them down her flat tummy, past the tiniest wisp of bush...and began fingering herself with two fingers. Her moans were sweet and loud. I didn't even need the tv's sound, her moans made it past the closed doors and hallway fine. In my privacy, I dropped my jeans and boxers and wrapped Jess's still-warm, wet panties around my cock. She knew, from our club's activities, about my panty fetish and, once again, proved more than willing to indulge it.

Cindy's head shook, and her eyes opened. I could tell she tried to say something, but the gag prevented her. But her eyes grew large as they noticed Jess behind her. She arched her neck to see and you could see the lust in her eyes. She had no idea what was going on, had only barely begun to realize how restrained and limited she was, but she was feeling something of a thrill. Jess moaned deeply, enjoying being watched. Jess wasn't a cock-tease, she was...well, just a tease.

"Cindy...remember a couple nights ago at the bar when you said you wondered what it'd be like? To be completely used and out of control? You're going to find out. Now...this is going to take a while, but I'm already close to cumming... Before you begin to enjoy yourself, you're going to finish me off." Jess yanked the gag off of Cindy roughly. I could barely hear her soft, pained moan. Jess climbed on the table and, expertly, lowered her pussy to Cindy's waiting lips. Jess's fingers were still working their magic, but as Jess ever-so-slowly lowered herself, I could see Cindy struggling to reach with her tongue. The resolution on the tv didn't help, but I could tell by the look on Jess's face when Cindy's tongue made contact. Jess cums pretty readily, and she was clearly ready. One hand stayed on the table to keep her awkward balance. The other began roughly grasping at her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came on Cindy's active tongue.

As she stepped down, you could see the sleek wetness which coated Cindy's face. Cindy's eyes looked hungry, starved for attention and ready for more. "Thanks, hun... I really needed that. Now let's see if we can't do something for you..."

Jess grabbed a knife that was on a nearby shelf, and cut off Cindy's top. Her breasts sprang readily from their tight confines, with dark nipple that seemed to beg for attention.

"Oh my, Cindy... You are such the little cocktease, coming out without a bra."

"I-"

Jess slapped her, not overly hard but hard enough that it stunned Cindy into silence.

"You won't talk unless I give you permission to, dear. But you don't need to answer for me to know you love to tease." Jess let her fingers slowly slide underneath Cindy's breasts, cupping them lovingly and tenderly. It was a stark contrast from the slap from moments ago, and I could tell that Cindy was trying to lean forward into the caress. "Now then...let's see what's under here"

Jess cut off Cindy's skirt in a sudden motion, and followed up by ripping off her leggings. Cindy now lay on the table in nothing but a cute, simple bikini. Cotton, multi-colored stripes. Jess quickly cut the sides of the panties loose and pulled it off Cindy's lithe frame. "Now then, let's gag you with your wet little panties..." Jess's stuffed the panties, crotch first, into Cindy's stunned mouth. Before she could respond further, Jess had tied the previous gag back in place. "And I must admit, I am jealous of these breasts, Cindy." Jess's fingers played with her nipples lightly, occasionally pausing to caress her entire breast with the lightest of touches. Cindy's moans in response were strained and quiet -- but still clearly audible.

It was something like a scene from the slowest starting erotica imaginable, and I was stroking myself into Jesse's still moist panties as I watched. I longed to participate, but Jess had stressed that she wanted this initiation to go according to her desires. And honestly, who would want to disagree with the directions of the now-nude Jess as she teased and tortured Cindy with every delicious second being recorded?

Jess moved to the end of the table and began tracing circles with her fingertips around Cindy's exposed womanhood. Her pussy was flawlessly shaved, and Jess's fingers trailed along her flat stomach, to her inner thighs, close (oh-so-close) to her pussy-lips, before leaving Cindy's body. Cindy's moans, even through her panty-gag, were becoming louder and louder. Well, no matter what she said later, she was thoroughly enjoying herself at the moment. Jess's fingers finally spread apart Cindy's pussy, and her tongue began to dance around and over her well-engorged clit. Cindy's hips were now rocking, straining desperately against her restraints and towards Jess's face. As Cindy's moans grew more and more desperate, I came in Jess's panties and breathed deeply. And now, with two of the three of us already cumming down (if you'll pardon the pun) -- Jess decided to inform her more bluntly of what to expect.

"Chris, come on in. And Cindy...while I'm sure you're ready to beg for the chance to cum any way you can have it, we're only just starting. I'm going to deny you orgasm until I'm ready to give it to you. And while you may loathe and enjoy this little game at the same time, in the end you should have the best orgasm of your life. And...we'll have it all on tape."

When I walked in, as requested, Cindy's eyes were large again -- some combination of lust, desperation, and confusion.

Jess just smiled, "Cindy...this is going to be a night you'll never forget."