The space was semi-full. Boudoir-esque light shone down from small chandeliers and discreetly lit up a good twenty faces, all talking animatedly. They felt the odd ones out, yet nobody seemed to think so. There were stairs at the end of the room. Hands lightly touching they walked towards the old fashioned bar, where a vacant stool enticingly beckoned them to sit and observe for a little. He ordered single malt, then raised his eyebrows to her questioningly. 

“Wine. No, actually, make it a whiskey, too,“ she responded, sniggering nervously.

Mindlessly stirring the whiskey she didn’t even really like, she positioned herself between his legs. His hands caressed her thighs and rested on her hips. He enjoyed the feeling of the fabric that separated his skin from hers. 

The music was surprisingly alright, and as they looked around, scanning the room, they noticed the wide variety of people. Some were sitting at the tables strewn around the space. Others talked in groups of four, five, or six. Laughter. The odd coquettish whoop. Another couple; also observing. She smiled at them when their eyes crossed. He squeezed her buttock each time a pair, or a small group would take themselves up those enigmatic stairs. It was clear what the purpose of them was.

“Let’s go check it out,” he said, picking up his glass and taking her hand. She followed, ice cubes tinkling in their drinks.

Upstairs the light was dimmed. Lush velvet furnishings and voile drapes hanging from the ceiling, creating nooks and peek-throughs. The beat was a little louder here, and as they walked from one area to another, they became a little more used to the people sprawling on sofa beds and pillows in varied stages of undress.

Their interest was caught by a threesome seemingly unaware of the small audience that was building around them. The girl was naked and sucked a cock that was quivering and dripping every time she unlocked her juicy mouth from it. He hadn’t bothered taking his pants off and his eyes moved back and forth between her, as he watched her lock back on, and his mate, who was fucking her from behind in long slow strokes. 

He was hard after that. She knew. She had seen it in his eyes when that girl had looked at him straight, and he had looked away. 

She liked him hard, and walked on in front of him, slowing her pace just ever so little to emphasize the sway of her hips and butt to which her dress clung unctuously.

It worked; when she paused to look what was going on in the next area she felt him close behind her, his hand seeking her thigh, up under her dress. She pushed her arse into his hard groin and looked back at him. He liked the feel of her arse. It always made his cock twitch. They both smiled widely at each other. So far... this was going well.

Looking in, the space they stood in front of had a different vibe. Its atmosphere was more private. Rawer. 

Intrigued, they entered. Different instruments hung on the wall of the small hallway they followed. Feathers and fuzzies, whips; the handles and lashes differently shaped and sized. They saw a swing.

When a heavy curtain parted, they caught sight of a large wooden wheel with a chunky brunette eagle spread, leather straps digging into her luscious curves. A dark skinned girl closed the curtain leisurely as they passed and turned back to continue their exploration of the club.

What else would be taking place behind the various oriental room dividers and velours drapes? Walking back they saw a daybed in the corner that had a good vantage point.

Removing the vibrator that lay there they sat down, both lounging back in a corner. From their spot they watched what was unfolding around them, still touching each other just slightly. The rhythm of the evening was intensifying, more skin...less clothes. The sexy vibe was electrifying. It fizzed between them as they glanced at each other from time to time. She pulled up her legs exposing her bronzed thighs. As she sipped her drink, a shoulder strap slid off her shoulder, she left it, she felt sexy.

Opposite them sat another couple. The woman was pretty, ageless, anywhere between 30 and 50. Eyes closed and heavily breathing, she was caressing her bare breasts as the man gently but decisively massaged the woman’s crotch. The man didn’t look at the woman, but instead looked at her appreciatively. It made her giggle and look over at her partner in crime. He noticed too and picked up his glass of whiskey, swirling the golden liquid, but not taking a sip.

“Take off your dress,” he said to her. “Take off your dress, I can tell he wants to see you,”

He was eating this situation up. He grinned, nodded at the other man, and leaned back into the sofa. He felt 'alpha', knowing this man had a horny slit at his finger tips but wanted his woman.

It was that eagerness, that look of pure lust and confidence on her lover’s face that guided her across that invisible line of discomfiture. It was like a sudden burst of champagne ran through her veins. Sweeping through her, effervescing right through her head. She gulped her drink.

Not looking at anyone, her eyes just following her own movements, slowly sliding her other shoulder strap off. Her silk dress glided down exposing her boobs. She cupped them for a moment, feeling their weight as the air made her nipples harden. She looked at him, knowing the other man was still looking too. With a smirk she let go, making them bounce down and settle. He instantly wanted her nipples, to feel their stiffness in his mouth and hear the way she always moaned when he sucked them. 

She was wet after that. He knew. He had seen it in her eyes when that man had looked at her straight and she had looked away. 

She leant over to give him a sultry kiss. As she did, her dress slipped down further, showing her curved back and thong clad bum. He looked at the other man looking at her kissing him. He felt strange for a moment when he realised this made him harden more. He savoured it though.

His arms and hands went over her back, arse and legs, claiming her and responding to her kiss. She unzipped his pants before slithering down between his legs. He was rock hard and his cock practically jumped into her eager mouth. He couldn’t help moaning rather loudly when he finally felt her warm wet lips engulf it, and he spread his legs and grabbed her head as she did what she loved doing between his legs.

He looked up and noticed both the man and woman looking at them now. The man was still fingering the woman and had now pulled out an extraordinary long dong. Stroking it he watched the naked hourglass opposite him that was enjoying giving head so much.

Looking at the pretty lady, he could see Long Dong brought her as close as he currently was. It made him claw into his ‘own’ blonde’s hair and pull her in. The lady pinched her nipples, turned on big time by the sight of them. Gawd, he was horny and close, and this whole vibe made him feel surreal and off this planet. He didn’t want to cum yet and he told her.

“What then! Would you rather fuck me?” she whispered in his ear as he pulled her up and close to him.

He grunted and lay her down on the sofa, directly dipping his face into her wet pussy and pushing her thighs apart. She arched in pleasure and reached up to hold the side arms.

“God look at you, I should tie you up like that one day,” he said.

He was ready to explode right there when his tongue felt how hard her little clit was for him. He licked her slowly and purposefully, and she was trembling as she felt herself come closer, his hand holding her buttocks as he determinedly brought her to that point of no return. He looked up as she shivered her way to ecstasy, pouting her mouth, frowning and holding onto that armrest as if she’d fall.

It was hot, and he glanced sideways to see if the couple was still paying attention. They had clearly been thoroughly warmed up by the two of them, as they had just eyes for each other now. He contemplated if he was relieved.

When she’d caught her breath and looked at him, eyes still lustful, she requested his big cock. “Please.”

He looked at her, so vixenish, yet such a little girl at times. He thrust and made her sigh loudly. Just the one time though, as with utmost forbearance he stood up, pulling her up with him. In a smooth move she straddled him, her hair falling over her face and on his chest.

He loved her like this. She rode him. Slow. And deep. He could feel her whole body squeeze around his cock, each muscle in tune with him. Her sweat was trickling down her back into the crack of her ass. He caressed her, feeling the slipperiness of it, playing with her anus. He loved looking at her when she was his amazon, but he needed to close his eyes. So. so close he was.. 

She sped up, rode him like a rodeo girl, she got tired, and he noticed..  

“Come,” he made her get up. “Let’s go back there... I want us to try, “

He didn’t give a fuck about being in just his unbuttoned shirt and socks, his erect cock poking forward, the other people around them. It was just her and him now. Holding her hand and looking back she moved just as naturally in her birthday suit as always. These surroundings were just another soundtrack to their passion. 

He led her back to that obscure hallway, past the toys and tools, passing the dark skinned girl again, and halted in front of the swing chair.

He looked at her and she smiled broadly but shyly. She sat down in it, it had holes everywhere and straps at different heights, it was pleasant despite the uncomfortable looking nature of it. Her bodyweight made it swing slightly already as she adjusted herself to get as comfortable as possible.

He watched her, saw her flesh bulge slightly in the places it sat snug. The angle of the chair was such that her pussy was in full sight, his cock dripped. For a moment he wavered, then he stepped forward, took her hands and buckled them into straps above her.

Stepping back he looked at her. She looked goddamn inviting. She adjusted her body, and looked at him as a wave of vulnerability flooded over her. Closing in on her face he saw her gaze turn from apprehensive to lustful again. The swing was swaying ever so slightly, her wet pussy glistened in the light of the chandelier above them. Though her hands were tied, there was nothing submissive about her. She wanted to be fucked, her whole demeanor told him.

He pushed the swing slightly backwards, and as it swung back forwards his cock buried into her pussy deeply. They both moaned loudly. The sight of her tied up like this, with him in control of the rhythm, was hot. His cock had been ready to burst for so long now, he just wanted to spear that delicious pussy.

He pulled her into him and watched his big knob enter her with every swing. The intoxicating rhythm had both of them moaning and in trance. They did not stop, there was no stopping possible. He felt himself come to an orgasm he knew would sweep him off his feet. His face grimacing, his back arching and his pelvis forwards, thrusting one last time, he made the swing come to a halt. As he caught his breath he noticed her inviting pussy still glistening, with his cum this time. 

He untied her gently and helped her out of the swing. She kissed him in passing as they went on a mission to find their clothes. Following, he watched that juicy bum sway like the swing, the marks of the straps still red and visible.