City pulses under neon veins. I ditch the courtroom suit. Lawyer by day, beast by night. Heels click into the hidden swingers club. Dark lounge reeks of sweat and lust. Mask shatters. Heart hammers. Adrenaline surges like a drug hit.
Door swings shut. Bodies writhe in shadows. I strip to lace lingerie. Breasts heave free. Pubic heat throbs. Timid eyes lock on me. I own this den. Power floods veins. No more briefs and verdicts. Here, I judge cocks.
The Mutation
Bar glows dim. Three guys chat. I saunter close. Fingers trace their bulges. They stiffen. I drop to knees between thighs. Tongues duel clits inches apart. Mine laps Eve’s ass—blonde bombshell owner. Her rosebud winks. I rim hard. She moans, spins, yanks my cock out. No—wait, she’s pro. But I flip script. Grab shy guy’s shaft. Suck deep. Balls tighten.
Eve laughs. Grabs rubbers. ‘Upstairs, boys. My holes wait.’ Stairs creak. Alcove pulses red. Eight bodies collide. I shove shy one down. Straddle. Cock spears my cunt. Ride savage. Pinch his fear away. Other woman mirrors—her hubby rams, extra dude joins.
Shy guy’s mate pounds Eve doggy. Fills quick. Eric’s monster swaps in. I whisper to shy: ‘Ass now.’ He begs. I slick finger. Probe his ring. Eyes widen. I mount reverse. Pussy grips. Then—plunge finger deep. Prostate yields. He bucks wild.
Back at bar. Alcohol fogs. I spark blowjob contest. Three dames line stools. No—I’m judge first. Kneel. Lick pussies raw. Fingers curl. Round one squirts. Tomboy quakes. Lace beauty resists. She pities my neck. Switches. Stools spin.
The Exploit
Tomboy blitzes fast. Average deep-throats slow. Lace girl? Master. Finger slips scrotum. Dips crack. Circles rosebud. Shock hits. Then bliss. Homo fear? Gone. Prostate pulses under touch. Nearly blow. She stops. ‘Pick winner.’ Me, of course.
Upstairs again. Hour of fury. Missionary pound. Doggy drill. She rejects my anal probe—’I give tonight.’ I flip. Legs wide. Tongue lashes clit. Fingers fuck G. She shatters. Now her turn. Suck lingers. Builds ache. Finger returns. Saliva drips. Presses. Sphincter parts. Inch one. Two. Prostate hit.
Eyes lock. ‘Deeper?’ Nod frantic. Mouth engulfs cock. Finger milks gland. Waves crash. Cum erupts—gushes throat-deep. She gulps every drop. Presses harder. Second spasm rips. Body arches. Never so owned—yet I own him.
Shower steam. Slip away. Club fades. Dawn cracks skyline. Back to desk. Files stack. Verdict tomorrow. Secret burns inside. Stronger than steel. They chase routines. I chase highs. Untouchable queen.