There was an unusually large crowd at the swing club last night. This was undoubtedly down to the fact that a porn star, Tabitha, was visiting the club. (I hadn’t looked at her site before going there, but looking through it now I find a picture of her with Slut Momo, who I have had the pleasure of knowing for about a year now.) Of course she was swamped with men almost the entire time she was there. Later in the evening some of our swing/kink friends showed up and it turns out they already know Tabitha. I run in some very interesting circles. Mild mannered librarian by day, acquaintance and friend of porn stars and swingers by night. It’s like I’ve finally realized the slut that I’ve always wanted to be over the past five years or so. It’s a wonderful thing.
We peruse the place, and there’s actually some couples there for a change. While there were many single men, it didn’t feel as out of balance as it does most nights. Not that MasterDoc and I mind single men, they provide a wonderful audience for when we want to show off. I did notice that it seemed a bit more “meat market” than usual. I mean, yes it’s a swing club, people are there to find partners to fuck. But I noticed things like guys making appreciative noises as they walked past me, and another guy stroked my ass (unasked, I must add – guys, be polite and ask before you touch) as I walked by. I was talked to more often by interested guys. One guy came over to MasterDoc and I as we lounged on a bed, pointed to me and said, “That’s a wonderful thing.” MasterDoc didn’t immediately realize the man was talking about me. This atmosphere was both conducive to being slutty and a little uncomfortable as a woman. Somehow being objectified is hot if MasterDoc does it, but a bit uncomfortable-making if it’s some stranger. But on the other hand knowing that you’re one sexy bitch and many of the men there want you is a fantastic feeling. Day to day I feel really average, but in swing situations I realize that my horniness and sluttiness are extremely desirable traits, and I feel like I’m super sexy and hot despite having a chubby body.
I think I behave more shyly if I’m with MasterDoc than if I was at a party alone. When alone, I can pick up men at the drop of a hat and get fucked as often as I want. I was hoping to get fucked a lot last night – there were reasonably good looking men there, guys that didn’t creep me out. MasterDoc, of course, liked to tease me with the idea of fucking the guys who I wasn’t attracted to – the older guy with the petite Japanese wife (because MasterDoc wanted to do her, thankfully he noticed them as they were heading to the door to leave); the short, hairy deaf guy who is always there (he’s very nice, very friendly and I have no issue with his disability, but I don’t like men who are significantly shorter than me and hairy – on the back no less – yet bald), the short, enthusiastic Asian guy who works at the club who tells every woman he knows that she looks like she’s lost weight since the last time he’s seen her, myself included. (He reminds me a little of comedian Bobby Lee, that would be the thing I’d focus on if I was fucking him. Not that I want to fuck Bobby Lee, but at least then it’s someone who looks like a celebrity. In all fairness, even though I’m not into the guy there’s nothing inherently wrong with him.)
Alone, I would have had men swarming me which can be overwhelming and hot at the same time. But with MasterDoc I don’t do much flirting unless it’s a couple and MasterDoc wants to fuck the woman. It can be tricky being there in a D/s situation, as in vanilla swinging the guy has to talk to the woman and convince her to get it on with him, but in a D/s situation, he really should be addressing MasterDoc and asking him for permission. I demur when approached and don’t flirt with guys a lot. I’m not sure if this is ideal, but if I were to get someone interested and then MasterDoc wanted me elsewhere and not fucking that guy, that would be awkward.
He settled us on the large bed in one of the side rooms. He got himself comfortable in the middle of the bed and I sucked his cock while a crowd gathered. He’s particularly vocal about things feeling good when we have an audience; he certainly knows how to play to the audience to add to the scene. He called me whore and treated me like a dirty slut. I deep-throated him as much as I could to show how much I wanted to fuck him while his fingers were tangled in my hair. While my jaw grew tired I kept pushing myself to suck him well and put on a good show.
He had me put a condom on his cock and get on top. I pulled off my panties and left on my skirt, blouse and fishnet stockings. I slid his cock into me and he pulled my skirt entirely up so the crowd could see well. I rode him, rocking my hips front and back. He talked dirty to me and I loved it. He slaps my ass now and then and I reach the edge of climax. I rode and moaned and waited for permission to come. “Come whore!” he said and I came, quivering and shaking on top of him. I squirted a bit, but thankfully missed his shirt and pants somehow.
At one point, some guy slaps my ass too and MasterDoc was not having any of that. He told him off quickly and in no uncertain terms, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself!” That’s one of the many reasons it’s preferable to go out with MasterDoc than go out alone – he watches out for me and won’t put up with bullshit.
As we recover, me still straddling him and his cock still inside of me, I playfully squeeze my vaginal muscles. He likes how that feels and I try to milk his cock a bit with my pussy. He asks if I want to fuck again and oh yes I’m keen to do that! We fuck some more, and I come again. I am very happy and very satisfied afterward.
We get dressed again (shoes mostly as we kept much of our clothing on) and wander the club. Not much else happened for a while. Later in the evening some friends showed up and we chatted and laughed with them.
We rested on a bed in the exhibitionists’ room and I stroked MasterDoc’s chest while playing with my clit. I was hoping for more fucking but MasterDoc had very little sleep the night before (three hours!) so it wasn’t going to happen. Suddenly, the slutty bartender of the club comes over with an entourage of horny guys pulling their peckers. She sits on the bed opposite us and plays with her clit. She says, “You know what I’m going to do now, right?” to me and I instantly know she plans to squirt. I exclaim that I need to move our shoes out of the way. We watch her as the guys surround her stroking themselves. In no time flat she stands up, and starts squirting a heavy stream of come. One guy puts his hands underneath her and gathers a load of her juices into his hand and then drinks them up in one gulp. (Which I must admit shocked me a little from a safer sex point of view.) A couple of other guys just put their hands in the stream of her come. It was hot to watch and afterward she got the clean-up guy to come by with a mop so no one could slip on her puddle on the floor. (Can you imagine the insurance report for that? “How did you slip and fall, Sir?” “Oh, on a puddle of girl come on the floor.”)
We wrapped up the night early so MasterDoc could get some much needed sleep. Tonight there’s a couple coming over, so hopefully I will get some more fucking.
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