You approach the Black Broom, it looks unassuming at first. Just a red door in the mall with neon lettering above, but the place is infamous. This is where the most evil and vile men go from all over the world to kill, torture and rape. It is not for the faint of heart. As you enter you see the main room, everything is lit in red. It looks unassuming, just a normal club where women in skimpy garb wait tables, some of them can be seen having sex with the customers. "Hello, may I be of assistance?" A young woman in her mid-late twenties approaches you, she has long black hair, vibrant honey yellow eyes, and a slim body with smooth dark skin. Her large ample breasts are pushed up by her corset and jiggle slightly as she approaches, her hips sway seductively with each step. "You seem new, I can tell you of what we offer here if you like? I am expected to accompany you through your stay to ensure your best experience. My name is Sandy, how may I be of service?" she gives you a smile that does not quite reach her eyes, you can tell she's seen things you couldn't even imagine here.

Sandy gives you a reassuring smile. "There's no need to be alarmed, dear. You are here as our guest, and it is customary that we take care of you while you're under our roof. Just relax and enjoy yourself, you will have the time of your life, I promise." She places a comforting hand on your shoulder before continuing. "Now, where would you like to begin?"

Sandy smirks at your offer. "Oh dear, that's not something a gentleman does on the first date," she teases, stepping back slightly to put some distance between you. "But if you insist..." Her voice trails off as she meets your gaze for a moment before leaning in slowly, her lips brushing against yours lightly at first before deepening the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours playfully. When she pulls back, her cheeks are flushed and a small pleased smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "There," she breathes out softly, sounding slightly caught off guard by her own reaction to your boldness. "Now... where would you like to begin?"

Sandy arches an eyebrow at your request but doesn't seem fazed by it. She steps forward again, running her hands over your chest and then down to cup your crotch, feeling for the elastic of your pants before pushing them down slightly. "I can do that," she says with a smirk as she begins to stroke you through your boxers. "Not too bad, are you?" She asks teasingly, looking up at you from beneath her lashes as she continues to play with you. "There's plenty of women here who would love to feel this in them." Her fingers tighten slightly around you and she gives it a firm squeeze before letting go. "But first, shall we show you around?"

"Well, well, look at that," Sandy exclaims in mock surprise, "It's bigger than I thought it would be!" Her eyes widen as she takes in the length of your member through the fabric of your boxers. "I imagine a lot of women would want to see this," she purrs, running her fingers along the line of your zipper before tugging gently on it. "Let's show you off to them, shall we?" With one swift motion, Sandy yanks down your pants and boxers in a single fluid movement, revealing your impressive member fully exposed. She steps back with a small squeak of surprise as she takes in the true size of it. "Oh my," she whispers, her cheeks flush red as she stares at you intently, "I think I may need to take some time to recover from that." She licks her lips, apparently unable to resist the temptation any longer before slowly moving forward until she's standing just inches away from you. "How about," she breathes out hotly, "you show me what else you can do with something like that?"

Sandy laughs, a husky sound that's both amused and aroused at the same time. "Oh no, I didn't mean that!" she says with a wink, stepping even closer to you now so their bodies are nearly touching. "I meant," she purrs as she runs her hand up your thigh before grasping your length possessively, "how many women would enjoy something like this deep inside them?" Her fingers start stroking rhythmically, a clear invitation for you to take the lead and show her what else you're capable of. Her eyes meet yours in a heated exchange, desire plainly written across her features as she waits eagerly for your next move.

Sandy purses her lips in consideration, eyeing the crowd around them as if searching for potential candidates. "Alright then," she finally says with a smile that seems both eager and nervous. "How about we start with Mary there?" She nods towards a woman sitting at one of the tables nearby, an older lady dressed scandalously in a tiny bikini. "She's always up for some fun." Next, Sandy gestures towards a younger woman standing near the bar. "And how about Jessica? She looks like she could use some excitement tonight." Then finally, she inclines her head towards two women who are dancing together on one of the platforms closer to the entrance. "Lily and Alicia seem...very close. I think they'd appreciate your attentions as well." "There you go," Sandy says with a wink, "four lovely ladies for you to choose from. Just remember, you can have any of them whenever you want, and in any way that strikes your fancy. Just shout out their names and I'll send them over."

Sandy laughs softly, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, if I'm not busy attending to other guests, certainly." She runs her hand up your chest, tracing circles around one of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. "But for now," she says as she steps back, giving you a wink, "you should enjoy yourself and get to know some of the other lovely ladies here first."

Sandy watches you carefully as you eye the crowd, waiting to see which woman catches your eye next. Her body is tense with anticipation, her breath coming faster now as she imagines herself being claimed by you in this depraved playground known as The Black Broom.

The women in The Black Broom are diverse in many aspects. Their cup sizes range from petite and perky A-cups to ample and curvaceous DD-cups. There's even the occasional F-cup among them, albeit less common. Some are endowed with natural futanari features while others have had surgery or enhancement procedures done to achieve this look. The ability to lactate varies as well, with some women being fully capable of expressing milk and others not. As for specific details on each woman present, you'll have to explore more thoroughly yourself and ask around for information about their unique traits.

Without hesitation, Sandy points out a figure towering above most in the room. "Why yes, there is! That's Luna. She's an internationally known model and actress. Her breasts are natural, although she had them enlarged to a perfect D-cup years ago. As for lactating...let's just say she produces quite a lot." A wicked grin spreads across her lips as she watches your interest grow, clearly eager to see you claim the impressive futanari woman.

Luna glances between you and Sandy before smiling coyly at you. "Of course," she says in a smooth voice, her tone dripping with desire. She reaches out to take your hand, guiding you deeper into the club where the music is louder and the bodies heat up even more. The pair of them disappear around a corner, leaving Sandy to watch with bated breath as Luna leads you away from her. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what might transpire between the two of them, and she can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy...and arousal.

As they vanish from sight, Sandy takes a deep breath to compose herself before turning back to help guide other patrons through their experiences at The Black Broom.

"Oh?" Luna says, her voice sounding amused and slightly teasing as she closes the distance between you. "You're not going to be much fun then." She cups your cheek with one hand, gently stroking your skin with her thumb as she looks into your eyes. "But I can take it slow...at least at first," she adds with a smile that makes her look both mischievous and reassuring at the same time. With practiced ease, Luna backs you up against the wall until you're pressed against the soft, yielding surface. She leans in close, brushing her full lips against yours in a feathery kiss before pulling away to study your reaction once more. "Just remember," she whispers huskily into your ear, "I can be as gentle or rough as you want me to be."

Then, with a sultry groan, Luna finally claims your lips in a deep, sensual kiss that leaves you reeling and wanting more. Her hands wander over your body, exploring every inch of skin she encounters as her tongue dances with yours. It's clear that this futanari goddess knows exactly how to please another person, and she seems eager to show you all the things she can do.

"Let's find out," Luna says with a smirk before lowering herself to her knees in front of you. Her lips brush against the tip of your member before taking you deep into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her head bobs up and down as she begins to stroke you expertly, using both hands and her talented mouth to bring you pleasure. When she pulls back after a few moments, she looks up at you with sparkling eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Well," she breathes out roughly, "it certainly seems to measure up." Her hands resume their exploration, this time sliding up your thighs to stroke your inner legs and finally cupping your balls before giving them a firm squeeze. She guides you back down to the bed, laying you on your back as she straddles you once more, her perfect breasts hovering just inches from your face. "Tell me," she breathes against your lips, "what do you want from me?" Her hands slide lower, cupping your member again before sliding up and down his length slowly.

Luna arches an eyebrow at your suggestion, amusement lacing her voice as she speaks. "I see...that's a rather interesting proposal," she says slowly, slipping her hand back down to guide your member toward her entrance. With a practiced motion, she lowers herself onto you, enveloping you in the wet heat of her sex. Her hips rock gently at first, the sensation of being inside her warmth almost too much for you to handle. You watch as she leans forward, bracing herself on shaky hands as her body moves with a practiced rhythm that soon has both of you moaning in pleasure. Her breasts sway tantalizingly close to your face, nipples hard and peaked from arousal as she rides you harder and faster. "Is this what you had in mind?" she pants out between kisses along your jawline. Her hands move up, cupping your cheeks before sliding into your hair, pulling you closer for a deeper kiss that leaves you breathless and desperate for more of her forbidden fruit.

Her words seem to be the trigger you both need; as Luna continues to ride you with unrelenting force, her body arches back, her muscles tensing in preparation for release. She cries out your name as she comes, her walls contracting around your length, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you until finally, you explode deep inside her, filling her with your seed. She collapses onto you, panting heavily while basking in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. After a few moments, she lifts herself off you and sits up, smoothing out her rumpled clothes as she looks down at you with an expression that's equal parts satisfaction and longing. "So," she says slowly, "what do I do now?"

Luna arches an eyebrow at your words before letting out a soft chuckle. "You truly are unique, aren't you? Very well then, if violence isn't your thing...I think I have just the idea." She grins wickedly, leaning down to kiss you passionately before pulling away with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Stay right there," she orders playfully, "and don't move." Then, without further warning, she straddles your chest and begins to ride your face instead, grinding her hips against yours as she takes you deep into her mouth and explores every inch of your erection with expert skill. Her breasts jiggle enticingly in front of your eyes as she moves, the weight of them adding an extra layer of stimulation to the sensory onslaught you're currently experiencing. Her tongue darts out to tease and caress your length while her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding herself steady for maximum leverage. "Oh yeah," she groans, "that's it...take it all."

Luna lets out a soft moan at your words, her hips bucking harder against your face as she allows herself to be taken over by the pleasure you're giving her. She wraps one hand around your cock, stroking in time with her movements while the other cups her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers. "Fuck..." she gasps, the sensation too much for her to bear. With a sudden shift, Luna positions herself so that you're lying on your back and she straddles your waist with her legs spread wide. Her breasts hang heavy and achingly close to your mouth as she leans forward, offering them up to you in an invitation you can't possibly resist. "Taste me," she whispers huskily, arching her back to press herself closer against your lips and chest. Her hips rock gently at first, the sensation of being this close to you driving her wild with desire. As she grows more comfortable, however, her movements become faster and wilder until they're little more than a blur as she seeks release from the intense pleasure building inside her. "Oh God..." she moans, "I need...I need..." Her words are cut off by the sensation of your tongue swirling around one of her nipples, sending her careening over the edge into an orgasm that has her body shuddering uncontrollably against yours. Finally spent, she collapses onto your chest with a contented sigh, basking in the afterglow of their shared intimacy. "Much better," she murmurs sleepily before closing her eyes and drifting off to whatever rest she can manage amidst this carnal fever dream known as The Black Broom.