“I still don’t like it,” Doc said as they walked down the narrow, cobblestone street. “I know you’re up for anything. I love that about you. But two rapes inside a month”
“You just worry too much,” Melora said exasperated. She was tired of having this conversation. Doc is a great guy. He’ll go to almost any length to indulge her needs, but he gets weird sometimes. “You know I would have pulled both those trains if they’d asked. So they didn’t ask. It gave it an edge.”
“I know,” Doc said wearying of the topic himself. He knew Melora well enough to know he wasn’t going to convince her that she was taking unnecessary risks. He let the topic drop as they approached a nondescript door on a plain looking building. A huge man in a black leather trench coat stood outside in the fog.
“Good evening, Melora, Mr. D,” the big man said. “No cover for our favorite guests.”
“Thank you,” Melora said with a lascivious smile. “Will I see you later”
“I’ll have a break later,” the doorman said with a wolfish grin.
“Good,” Melora said as she and Doc swept into the club. The main room was just as she remembered. A long, mahogany bar ran the length of one side of the room. Mismatched chairs and sofas surrounded a smallish dance floor. A game room was visible just beyond the main room. Someone has covered the pool tables with futons. The door to the basement and the playrooms was at the end of the bar. It was early, but a nice crowd was already gathering. Men and woman is various exotic costumes and states of undress milled about. Millie was on her favorite sofa, already sucking cocks.
“I love this place!” Melora declared.
Doc smiled as he gave their coats to the trannie working coat check. Glenda might make a nice woman someday, but she wasn’t ready to give up her penis. Best of both worlds she said. This is where he’d met Melora. He’d stopped by on one of his frequent trips to Amsterdam and there was this crazy chick taking on anything that moved.
“What’s she going to do tonight?” Glenda asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Doc said.
“How do you keep up with that girl?” Glenda asked.
“I don’t,” Doc admitted. He watched Melora chatting with the chalk white,latex clad bartender. He loved the psychotic bitch. He loved her willingness to do almost anything, to fuck absolutely anything. Lately, he was beginning to think that she was losing interest in him. He shook it off. Self-doubt is a relationship killer.
“We’ve got a bet,” Melora announced when Doc joined her at the bar. “Jens here doesn’t think I can take it if I ask everyone in the bar to fist fuck me!”
“You’re going to lose,” Doc said.
Jens jumped up on the bar and yelled, “You’re attention please! This slut here thinks she can take a fisting from all you perverts. Let’s put her cunt to the test!” With that, she jumped back behind the bar. She tossed a thick rubber pad on the bar and said, “It’s your game now.”
Melora was already out of her blouse and was shimmying out of her skirt. “You’re going to get me started, aren’t you Doc?” She jumped up on the bar and sat with her legs wide apart showing off her shaved mound and bottomless pussy. Doc rubbed lube on his hands in preparation. He started by sliding three fingers into her hot snatch. He stroked for a few seconds, then slid in the forth. With his free hand,he rubbed Melora’s clit. She moaned as the hand disappeared inside her. Doc fist fucked her rapidly and Melora’s moaning got louder. Then he stopped and slowly pulled his hand out, gaping her pussy as he went.
The onlookers let out a little gasp of their own when instead of removing his hand completely; Doc slid his other hand in place so that it looked like he was about to pray. The praying hands slowly slid up Melora’s hole until they were both inside. Doc then pumped both hands in the massive cunt until Melora was sighing and moaning again. Her body shook; she grabbed the edges of the mat and let out a strangled cry of “oh yes!”
Girl goo flooded over Docs hands as Melora came for the first time. When her orgasm subsided, Doc pulled his hands out and used his fingers to stretch her cunt open wide. When Jens saw how big Melora’s hole was, she had second thoughts about the bet.
Doc stepped away. A mountain of black leather encasing a massive muscle bound Dom stepped up. He didn’t mess around with preliminaries, but plunged his fist straight up Melora’s cunt. He shoved his hand in and twisted it around like he was turning a uterine doorknob.
Melora hissed, “give me more, big boy.”
The big Dom was momentarily nonplussed, but quickly added his other hand for an energetic double fisting. Melora grabbed the guy’s wrists and pulled them toward her. “More, more,” she moaned. The Dom stopped his pumping when his hands were squeeze by contracting pussy muscles. Melora shuddered and let out a cry as she came again.
So it went. A newlywed couple put their ring hands in Melora’s pussy. Their joined hands punching at Melora’s insides while they passionately groped each other. The smallish Asian woman jumped on her husband and clung with her free arm and her legs. Her American husband fumbled trying to get his cock inside his wife while keeping up the fisting. The crowd cheered as the couple somehow managed to fuck while keeping their hands pumping in and out of Melora’s stuffed slot. They toppled over, pulling their slimy hands out as they came.
Men and women came to give Melora a hand. Doc lost track but the chalky bartender was practically sobbing. “She’s been fisted by 50 people,” she sighed. “How can she do that! Most of them are double fisting her. What’s she made of?”
”She’s got a rhino hide pussy,” Doc said. “You wouldn’t believe the things she’s done with that cunt.”
‘Like what’ Jens said, not really doubting Doc at this point.
‘Well, she did a dozen horses about a month ago,’ he said. ‘So what was the bet?”
Jens looked dejectedly at Melora getting fisted by one of the African bouncers. “If she wins,” Jens said with a shudder, “I have to go out in the sun and… get a tan. I haven’t been in the sun in five years!”
The African bouncer had finished and a petite blond with pierced nipples easily slid both hands up Melora’s pussy. Doc noticed an exotic olive skinned beauty sitting all alone and wandered off to have a chat.
The blonde giggled as Melora pleaded for more. “That’s all I got,” the blond laughed. “Well, grow another hand,” Melora demanded.
“Let me in,” an amused little girl voice said. A four foot nothing wisp of a girl slid up between the blonde’s arms. She was covered with a colorful, intricately detailed Yakuza style full body tattoo that began at her knees and covered her entire torso. Her arms and neck were still unmarked.
“She wouldn’t notice my little hands,” the Yakuza girl said. “But let’s see what she thinks of this!” The blonde pulled her hands apart, gaping Melora’s pussy enough for the Yakuza girl to slide one of her hands inside. The girls giggled as their hands pumped in and out. “More,” Melora yelled as she humped back against the hands inside her. The Yakuza girl squirmed her other hand inside the wet and throbbing cunt and squealed with delight. Melora squealed as she came again, squirting girl cum all over the little tattooed girl.
The blonde and the Yakuza girl reeled away after retracting their hands. They staggered over to a sofa and plopped down. The Yakuza girl sucking cum off the blonde’s fingers. The blonde nuzzled her new friend’s neck. Soon, they were lost in their own world, exploring each other’s bodies with lips, hands and tongues.
Melora propped herself up on her elbows and surveyed the room. The room was jumping. People everywhere getting their freak on in any number of ways. Millie was on her back with a cock in her mouth and another in her cunt. A pair of leather men disappeared down the stairs. A red haired nurse came up the stairs with an empty enema bag for Jens to fill with ice water. Melora looked around, but couldn’t see Doc anywhere.
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