A Perversitified Catalog featuring Various Sex Fan

Disclaimer: All these characters are original. And if I refer to mythology, or the Bible, or an event, etcetera, I have to say that they’re royalty free. AllThank you for your attention.

Sexual Fantasy One: The Unknown Stranger in the [insert club name]. Type: normal one to one action.

I was a waitress at one of those clubs that certain people I call, “Clubsetters” visit at least once. It was called the [insert club name]. These “Clubsetters,” as I call them (a variation to the original International set of Jetsetters, I’m thinking) are the those nomad people with lots of money and all the time to spare, who hops from club to club when the javelin of popularity agrees.

Currently, [insert club name] is at the top of the a-list. And as a waitress for the [Insert club name], it is to them that I bow in difference to.

To describe these odd set of people whom one (me, that is) would call the “Clubsetters,” I would have to say that these people are the lowest set of people that God has ever made. (Well, bar the asset of the financial independence, everything else goes downhill.)

For one, they do not have a conscience to speak of and they regard life as a normal person would to a pole; wondering to themselves, What the hell do I do with that? Yet, as you and I know, it is a thoroughly useful and enjoyable object, if you get my meaning. (Lots of memories there, I warrant.)

But, in speaking of a conscience, I have to reinforce what I just said-that they in fact, do not have one. And the man that I’m about to meet will give evidence to that fact.

The man, was finely made; tall, lean, with a set of wide shoulders that makes you just want to dig your claws on during sex. He was also a tan, blond haired, blue eyed son of a bitch; typical of most mini-socialites. A standard Adonis. Oh yeah, I sure had dibs on him; Adonis was sitting on one of my tables and I eyed him every single moment whenever he wasn’t looking.

Did I mention that he ordered whiskey? My kind of guy. No-nonsense. I could feel my shiver run down and through me, loud enough for the whole room to feel it, as I imagined the naughty things I could do to him. Well, whiskey ready in hand, I sashayed towards him, hoping the sheer charisma of my red-hot lust for him would do magic. And, oh baby did it. He looked up and did The Stare.

Unfortunately, however, the transaction of whiskey and glances went on smoothly and more bland than I hoped it would. However, walking back, I had this strange feeling that he had his blue eyes on my ass, which actually is not at all a bad thing--coming from him, that is.

I have to mention now while the story is still in its dormant phase, that I was no mean thing to ignore; no, no. I sure got my share of attention; even from these high-nosed socialites from France or Monaco or wherever European nation they came from. Oh yeah. I look, what some people would say, sultry--- tanned, dark-haired and Smoky-lashed fringe that surrounded gray-blue eyes. The extra assets of being tall, willowy, big-breasted, and toned plays a huge part in it as well.

Sadly, there my narration of him and our little tête-à-tête ends-- my shift just ended. Another waitress, a garish chick called, Alice took over. She had fake white blond hair, too much make up and silicon boobs; it was obvious that she wanted to score a husband from this superficial multitude.

Anyway, I came out from the back room with a change of clothes, and quite unintentionally, my eyes slipped back to Adonis’ table. It was sadly empty.

My mind then, worked over drive, imagining where he went and if he took notice of the end of my shift to do something--ANYTHING-- I honestly hope he did. Oh god, I might go insane. I didn't start the night feeling horny but when I saw him and those ruby, oh, those succulent lips... I was silenced by the unfemanine roar to hunt and feed. Oh god, I need to draw blood.

fast and furious. fast and furious.

pumping

straining

As fantasies go, The guy usually notices; suddenly then sneaking up from behind and either grab you and force you in the back room (rape) or if the victim is willing, romance your way to the back room. Of course, I had been willing the whole night since I spotted him and what do you know, he’s there right behind me with an offer of a drink.

fast and furious

oh monstrous god.

So, there we are in the locked back room. We’re both standing there, me with my hands on his wide, oh so wide shoulders and him with a hand between my legs, short skirt not-with-standing and a thong as the only barrier.

The only thing I can say about these clubsetters is that they sure know what they want and exactly how to get with it.

He stood there with a smirk, a hand in between my legs and a slight bulge on the front of his pants. And oh what a big slight bulge that is. His finger slid tantalizingly across my clitoris, pressing it, rubbing it, his eyes a bridge across mine. His other hand, I saw from the corner of my eye, snaked slowly up to my ass, pulling me nearer to him, to that straining bulge, and sliding his hand so, bring my one right leg across his hip. His other, more busy hand stopped its play, and groped its way to my ass, pushing me oh-so-close onto The Bulge.

Oh. God. It’s warm.

Some way or the other I had both my legs lifted, effectively lifting me off my feet which in effect, pushed me harder on the Bulge; a warm, pulsating sausage between my legs. Adonis had found a bench. Seated with me on top of him, my tank top was whisked off. I felt the strength and hardness of his thighs, giving me the chills as I imagined them in action, pistoling towards me. He had both his hands on my hips, grinding me down still to that small strain on his lap of cock and balls, and commenced the worship of my breasts- liberally; He squeezed them. Bounced me up and down as if I were a seven year old on daddy’s lap playing horsy, of course, my breasts jiggled, and he watched. He squished them together and suckled until my nipples where as hard as pebbles and the wetness I felt in my nether regions soaked my thong. I didn’t know that men loved breasts more than the vagina but it seemed as if this man did.

Throughout this ordeal of play, he had placed my hands in his pants, ordering me to “play” with his “dick & balls.” And oh did I, he had to stop every so often to groan. And appreciate. I had unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers a few inches down for easy access to his cock. Looking at the whole package, I had to say that his prick was rather large, roughly eight inches. Rub it, I suddenly hear, remembering my first encounter with a handjob.. it’ll get hotter, One hand went up and down his penis, lubricated by the mere smoothness of its skin, my grip tight, sometimes pausing to massage the head and the notch under it. My other hand, were at his balls cradling it and rubbing the gland of nerve-endings that I once read about, behind his balls; I noticed it took most men by surprise and he arched.

And then I heard him groan. His hips jerked up, me and my breasts jiggling in the wake of it. “Oh God, “I heard him whisper. “Get on your knees.”

I got on my knees, Adonis stood up and removed clothing, revealing a hard expanse of thigh and through an unbuttoned shirt, a slab of muscled abs. Oh, what a delicious man he was. What a long cock he had too. I had expected him, upon the command to get on my knees, to order me to suck his cock like most men did but instead he leaned back on the bench (once he sat) and push me toward him, till his pecker came to rest between my breasts. He squished them together so that they formed around his huge prick and then pushing the head of his cock on my lips, and bade me to kiss the pearly white substance that had been forming; it pooled on my breasts. “Suck, “ he commanded. So I sucked and down I clamped on the head, tightening my hold on it and rubbing the swollen head with my tongue, tasting the muskiness of him and felt the smoothness of the head. He groaned and massaged his cock with the softness of my breasts. I groaned as well, adding huge vibrations to his treatment, though of no particular force; the hands that were on my breasts, while rubbing them around his cock, was also making swirl-like motions up my swollen nipples and around sensitive skin with his thumbs.

“Oh God,” I heard his whisper again. “Oh God. Fuck.” His hips started jerking up wards into my mouth and his grip on my breasts transferred themselves onto my hair where he latched on with fervor. He stood up then, me following him, his hands still on my head guiding me, slowly (with the occasional jerking) forcing his cock down my throat to the root. My hands had come to rest on his butt to steady myself and I felt his muscles stand out one by one as he held himself, his body arching, legs, bent a bit. Against the pain, my eyes closed and it opened (perhaps in consternation) as I felt his balls touch my chin. “Suck! Oh God, why’d you stop! FUCK! Suck me dry!” Not knowing that I did stop, I recovered and continued the painful pleasure of suction, the pressure and rasp of tongue, the swallowing, throat muscles contracting around the long pole of him, pulling him back. I most clearly felt like choking. But having done this before I did what the manual said and relaxed my throat.

He started slowly pumping himself in and out, first, in counteraction from my swallowing, savoring the suction and the rasp of my tongue, the nicks of the teeth. Then, in an uncontrollable need for more. (more what? Pleasure.) His grip on my hair tightened and his pace quickened to the point where sucking was painful and almost impossible and the slap of his balls hitting my chin becomes loud. In, out, in, out, in out, in-out, in-out, in-out, inout, inout, inout, inout, inout, inout, inout, inout, inout, The strength of the muscles in his butt and legs let loose, though held in check. He was grunting, and it was such an arousing sound of carnal pleasure that it quickened the pulse, and brought a torrent of carnal memories. He then came to a jerking stop, and pressed my face hard onto his body, arched like a bow and where upon a moments’ notice he then carefully retrieved it.

Seeing the cock in question before me, I saw a version more purple, longer and bigger than the one that went down my throat a minute ago. Quickly, he pulled me up, shoved my thong down, whereupon I stepped out of. He then shoved me onto the floor, held my butt up, legs dangling and spread-eagled. Aiming, he shoved his way through my pussy, through the molten liquid of arousal and pushed down with all his weight, holding my butt up in the air, my legs circled around him. He lay down on me, his whole body dead on mine, still holding my hips up to him. We were held in suspension for a few seconds, as he grinded his hips down, jerking occasionally.

He then rose up from the heavy pressure on my chest, pulled his legs up under my butt, keeping me up still but grounded. It tiled my whole body and it gave him a fair view of my pussy and his cock pulsating in it. One of his hands on my hips strayed down to my clit were he began to rub it with increasing pressure and speed, the other on my breasts where he began to rub the already pebble hard nipples. My breath caught, I groaned and screamed. My body shook, feeling the building of my release. I arched and my pussy spasmed. Adonis had started to jerk hard between intervals while he was masturbating for me, jiggling my breasts. But as my vagina clamped down on his penis, he began thrusting, pumping, going faster and harder by the second, jolting my body, riding through the vibrations.

He then stood up, almost insensible and lifted me bodily. His hands were on my hips and they were pushing and pulling me, bouncing me up and down his shaft. My breasts wobbled and bounced on his face. I heard him whisper, “Fuck.” I then felt the presence of a wall behind me, whereupon I leaned on, gratefully, as his ramming became more animalistic than not, the slap of flesh deafening, each jerk of my legs in answer to the thrust of his body, more pronounced. Sweat trickled down his face and onto a wobbling breast.

And then he stopped with a resounding thrust and a groan and I felt liquid pool within me. He jerked a couple more times before, flopping like a dead fish, on me and sliding down into a heap, him on top of me, crushing me.

Groaning, he went up onto his elbows, and up, leaving me lying there in a phase of numb pleasure, and walking to were he had dumped his clothes.

He stood there smirking at me while he did his flies, and then belt. But then I sat up, trying to put on what clothes I could find. I was looking for my thong when I felt a shadow loom over me and felt paper touch me cheek. As soon as wind, Adonis left, closing the door behind him with a barking laugh. I looked down and smiled. Cause there I saw a thousand dollar bill.




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Well, I have to say that this is my first ever adult writing. I have, truthfully never done this before but felt compelled to, wanting to see if I actually can write something like this skillfully. It’s odd. I thought that writing this kind of stuff turns you on. Not really. I was too concentrated on visual wording and phrasing that I just kinda numbed out.


I would be thankful for Ratings and Reviews and what you THINK on it, not that it’s “hot” like most of you just say cause it’s my first time writing stuff like this and I’m just wondering what the general effect is. I have around two more in the editing phase and if I have good reviews, I mean to put it up. (well, even if I DON’T have good reviews, I’d still put it up.)

I’m open to any suggestions; reenactment, characters, events, places, situations. Whatever. Doesn’t matter so long as I feel like writing them.