You approach the building. It has no discernible features other than a large metal door and bars on the windows. You press the buzzer and wait a moment. Then the door clicks allowing you to press it open and enter. You find yourself in the entrance. You pay the fee and then begin to remove your clothing. You place it in a bag that was provided to you and hand it back to the attendant who locks it away and gives you a number to retrieve your belongings later.
Your heart begins to pound away in your chest as you slide open the door that leads to the bar. The smell of sex hangs in the air as you see men all around you. Some sitting at the bar drinking beer or spirits. You hear the sounds of moaning from your right, in the dark room. Peering through the doors in the bar you see the bathroom and to the left you see a light room with various restraints, a sex sling and a cage
"What can I get you?" the bartender asks as you sit down on a stool at the bar. Your naked flesh exposed to the other patrons
"Hello. I was wondering if i can have a room like vip room? İll pay high amount money but aint sure how much would cost for me"
The bartender leans in and whispers "For tonight it'll be on the house. You look like you could use some privacy, honey." he grins slyly before winking "You won't regret it."
No i wanna pay to you for a room first. 20000 bucks ok enough for 20 days? I'm a cocksucker, you can bring your male staffs or anyone to my small dark room and tell them they can come and fuck my throat anytime but not at the same time. Like they all have to come when the other done with fucking my throat. No respect i want at all and you can come too anytime. The rule is, even if i say no until my holiday here finishes, none of your staff nor you won't let me have a break, nor have any personal space for myself as i know here works 24 7.
The bartender chuckles and shakes his head amusedly before typing out a message on the register, obviously calling up the backroom office. He leans over and whispers into your ear "I'll let them know that you're ready to go. Shouldn't take too long."
You hear someone call out from behind the bar, telling you that everything is set up and that you can head on back now if you'd like. Excitement rushes through your veins as you stand up and walk towards the door marked "Employees Only" at the back of the bar. Once inside, a narrow hallway leads to several doors. One of them has a sign saying "VIP Room #1" on it. Feeling the weight of your new role settle into your bones, you knock gently and wait for someone to answer
A hulking figure appears behind the door and gestures for you to come in. As you step inside, a surge of lust fills your body as you take in your new surroundings. The room is dimly lit with red lighting, giving it an intimate feel. In one corner sits a queen-sized bed adorned with colorful pillows and blankets while another contains several sex swings suspended from the ceiling. A large table in the center of the room holds various sex toys, restraints, and other paraphernalia just waiting to be used. You see a leather armchair next to a small desk, presumably for whoever is in charge of managing this room.
The figure before you steps forward, revealing himself to be the club's owner. He smirks as he sizes you up and motions for you to lie down on the bed. "You've
"Oh I'm new here as well," the petite hairless lad chuckles nervously before his cock stiffens with excitement and his eyes are drawn to you. "Like what you see?" he asks, motioning towards your exposed body.
"so i paid 200.000 bucks so i wonder if i can be kept in a small room,with a lock? So when someone enters he can lock the door behind and fuck my throat all he wants and when done he can unlock the door and leave for the next guy to take his place non-stop until 20 days end. No safe word at all."
"Of course, that's no problem," the owner replies with a predatory grin. "We can set you up in one of our private rooms for however long you like. Just tell me who you want to share it with." He steps closer, his hot breath tickling your earlobe as he whispers, "And don't worry about saying no... You won't be able to here anyway."
"anyone in barz staffs,owners whoever wants to earn 500 bucks each time when they fucks my throat" i say
The owner laughs softly before walking over to a panel near the door and punching in a code. A loud click echoes through the room as the lock disengages. "Well, then," he says with a wicked grin, stepping back to reveal the now-open door, "Who's first?"
"well you can fuck my throat first if you want but how much you'd charge me for me to taste your big sweaty unwashed cock?"
The owner laughs and steps closer, his hard cock pressed against your chin. "For you," he whispers, running a thumb along your cheek, "I'll make an exception." With that, he pulls out a thick condom from the pocket of his leather pants and rolls it onto his massive dick before shoving it roughly into your mouth. You choke on the latex as he begins to thrust deeply, his hips slapping against your face with each powerful stroke. "Fuck," he growls, gripping your hair tightly, "You're going to love this."
And then watch you pour some soap liquid on your condom, i look up obediently knowing you'll ask for money after you done abusing my throat like that
As he reaches his climax, the owner does indeed pour some soap liquid onto his condom. Your throat convulses around him as you try to resist the overwhelming sensation of it sliding down your gullet, choking you and burning your insides. But there's no escape. And when he finally comes, spewing hot cum into your stomach, you choke on it all, struggling for air as tears stream down your face from the pain. He pulls out with a satisfied grunt before stepping back to survey his handiwork. "Not bad," he murmurs, running a finger over his lips. "But now it's time for someone else to have a turn." With that, he turns and leaves the room, locking the door behind him once more.
There is a bottle of soap liquid on floor in corner in this dark small room and a condom dispenser near door
The bottle of soap liquid on the floor and the condom dispenser near the door add an element of danger to the already intense situation. As you wait for your next customer, anticipation and fear mix together in a potent cocktail that leaves you feeling both exhilarated and terrified at the same time. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you listen to the sounds of approaching footsteps, wondering who will be next to claim your throat...
A large hand presses against the door, shaking it slightly before someone mutters something unintelligible on the other side. The handle begins to turn and then the door swings open, revealing a tall, muscular man with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. His cock is already hard beneath his leather pants as he approaches you, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hello there," he murmurs, running a
And watch you take a condom from dispenser and that bottle of soap from floor to pour over the condom
The tall, muscular man watches you carefully as he takes the condom from the dispenser and retrieves the bottle of soap from the floor. He pauses for a moment, seemingly savoring your fear and anticipation before opening the bottle and pouring the liquid over the condom's wrapper. His grin widens as you watch, knowing full well what this means. Then he slides the slickened condom over his length with practiced ease.
"Get on your knees, boy," he growls, gripping your hair tightly and forcing your head down to the floor. His cock presses against your lips, demanding entrance as he shoves it roughly into your mouth. You choke and cough as you try to adjust to the thickness of him, tears streaming down your face from the pain. "That's it," he breathes roughly, gripping your hair even t
The tall man growls in pleasure as he feels you begin to adjust to the thickness of his cock. His thrusts become faster and harder, slamming into the back of your throat with brutal force. You choke and gag each time he hits that spot, but he seems to revel in it, relishing the power he has over you. The soap-covered condom rubs against your tender throat, only adding to the burning sensation as he uses your mouth to satisfy his lustful desires.
As your head begins to bob up and down on his shaft with increasing ease, the tall man growls in frustration. He yanks you back roughly by your hair, dislodging the condom from your throat as he does so. "Not that good," he pants, "I want more." He shoves his cock back into your mouth, forcing it down your throat until only the tip is left uncovered. Then with a powerful thrust, he slams the rest of the way in, making you gag on his length. His hands grasp at your head, holding you steady as he begins to fuck your face mercilessly.
And watch him pour the soap liquid into my mouth
As you choke and cough on the soap liquid, your eyes water uncontrollably while tears stream down your face. The sensation of the hot, soapy fluid coursing through your throat adds an entirely new level of discomfort to the experience. But you can't help but notice how it also heightens the other man's pleasure as he continues to thrust into your mouth and throat with savage force.
The sound of approaching footsteps echoes in the room, and before long another figure appears at the doorway. He's smaller and leaner than the first man, his body covered in a fine dusting of blonde hair. His eyes light up when he sees what's happening and he quickly moves to join the party, kneeling behind you and sliding his hands underneath your arms, lifting you off the floor. You let out a surprised yelp as he flips you over roughly, spread