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The Club Inferno Deviancies The Club Inferno Deviancies Written by Jack Crane The entire family had gathered together tonight. We had decided as a whole to gather at the homestead first before we then proceeded via a 4 vehicle train to our nights destination. That destination being a well known BDSM Club, which we shall call Club Inferno, which we had all been to previously. The ride there was one full of excitement and anxiousness to step into those doors and just experience something we didn't get to in our regularly everyday lives. It was over the top. We couldn't wait to get there. I had gotten garbed in loose fitting baggy black pirate pants, and a button up shirt I had torn the sleeves off of. I also cut the shirt up the middle of the back and reattached the pieces with safety pins. Then I pierced the topside of my left forearm with 13 more safety pins in a ladder-like design. I had put on my black eyeliner in deep dark strokes, shadowing and enhancing the depth of my blue eyes. I wore my black shit kicking boots to complete the outfit. We got to the club and the anticipation just kept building. The energy was electrified and just shooting through all of us. We got there as they opened their doors, and we entered one by one. As I entered, I was as always, just mesmerized by the sight my eyes beheld. The lighting was dark, and red. The music was just perfect. The drinks were strong as fuck. And the people, well, let's just say whatever your kink, you would find it here. I went directly for the bar and ordered my drink. A Grateful Dead, a purely alcoholic mixture of 7 different rums and some coloring. During our normal trips out to this club, we’d never arrive in time for opening, nor did we stay till close. But this night, we got there right as the doors opened at 9pm. The doors wouldn’t close until 2am tonight. Gotta love late nights. Now this first drink I got, I’ll say it kinda set the mood for the night. For me anyways. My normal consumption rate of Grateful Deads drank to hours spent in the club was usually 3-5 total per club trip. I had a feeling tonight was going to be a much different story. And fuck, was I right. For as I faxed across the Club floor, my eyes zeroed in on this on girl who was going out of her way to stare at me. Mind you, at this point, though we came here as a group, a Family, once in the club it was as if we didn’t know one another and we all had our own personal agendas. Mine was finding out why this chick won’t stop staring. I go back to stand by the bar and lock eyes with this mystery starer. I raise my right hand enough for her to be able to see it, and make a motion. Perceiving my intent, she began to casually make her way towards where I was. I occasionally caught glimpses of those I arrived with, already lost in the burgeoning crowd of Inferno regulars. No one noticed this one girl making her way to me but me. By the time she reached me, I had finished the first G.D., and had ordered a second. I turn around and she is there, standing not one foot away, staring at me. Again. I’ve had enough. “Who in the actual fuck do you think you are to be able to stare at me like that, nevermind lock eyes with me.” Looking slightly surprised, she slipped my drink from my hand and began to sip on it. She looks at me and says, “I never meant to cause you anger, Sir. But I could not tell if you were real or not, and so I kept looking. Even now Sir, I can’t tell if you are real. You just seem so much like the man of my dreams that I just had to not look away.” This girl has some fucking game, I’ll give her that. But she is right. And has my curiosity piqued. I look at her and extend my arm out, hand open, clearly demanding my drink back. She complies. “Well little one, are you now satisfied that I am as real as you now? Might we now move on to introductions then? My name is Master Ash. And yours is?” She goes, “Anything you want it to be. But for real, it’s Rebecca.” I take a look at her. And when I say look, I’m fucking inspecting this chick. Her hair is an Auburn brownish color, natural looking even as the roots are all even and true. Her face is accentuated by the shoulder length hair that she let stay free tonight. The curves of her hair hug the angles of her cheeks and her chin. Rebecca’s eyes are the most amazing shade of emerald green, just bright and beautiful. Her shoulders are solid, and her arms are well taken care of and perfectly symmetrical to one another. Her chest is dominated by a pair of the most luscious, milky white skinned, just begging to be played with set of breasts that I already knew I was going to have tonight. She was wearing a white button down blouse, and a white mini skirt with matching stockings and no shoes. It was as if she has dressed to match me somehow. “So Rebecca. What is an fae-like Sprite of a beauty doing here?” I asked. “Looking for you.” “Looking for me? And why is that? What could you do for me?” Without even a word in response, she grabbed my hand and led me outside to the smoking area. I took out one of my smokes and lit it a little bit away from the other, and looked at her. “Now what?” Again, with no answer from her, she slightly turns me in such a way so that when she immediately knelt down in front of me, she wasn’t visible. Even with me leaning against a building, she was hidden. Clever girl. I wasn’t wearing pants that needed a belt that night, so her hands found their way to my cock rather quickly. Her dainty fae fingers grabbed my dick and got it out of my pants quicker than I ever have, and into her mouth just as quick. I just stood there, enjoying my smoke and drink. Or so that’s what it looked like to anyone who saw me. This girl is just determined to swallow my seed. Just fucking determined. She is using her tongue, her throat, both her hands and her spit in ways that have me kinda wondering where this girl had been for so long. Two cigarettes later and an almost empty drink, she senses that my balls are tightening up. She moans and nods her face into my cock and balls and just completely swallows my dick, all the way down her throat, and waits….and not for long. I grab the back of her head and just begin to fuck her throat and slam my dick into the back part of her throat, as she begins to moan in her own personal ecstasy. As my balls immediately seize up, she grabs them and begins to massage them, and slowly milks shot after shot after shot of my thick ropey like strands of cum down her throat. She swallows every drop. And when she is finished, fastens my pants once again and she looks at me. “Thank you for feeding me, Sir. I was starving. Only your seed would have been enough to satisfy my hunger. Have I passed your test, Sir?” “You are quite the intelligent little one, aren’t you? Yes, Little Beauty, you’ve passed. And we have all night for me to feed you, dear one.” Her eyes took on such a glow of endearing trust and respect that I felt slightly taken aback. But I went with it. She began to follow me around as if she was already mine. And little did I know, she truly was. I am now almost 3.5 Grateful Dead drinks in, and I am feeling rather well, needy. I tap Rebecca on the back of her neck and she begins to follow me where I am going. She follows me without a word out past the smoke area, to a place that is not easily seen. I find a suitable seat, sit down, and tell her to come over to me, and to remove her clothes, as I was about to have my entire way with her, and when nor anyone else was stopping it. Thankfully, she was in as much wanting of it as I was to take it from her. Her excited little whimpers of anticipation made me even that much more excited. She now stood entirely nude in front of me, and I finally saw her. She was as white as alabaster, and her hair stood out in such contrast to her skin. Her random, personalized choices of<b> tattoos </font></b>spread out randomly across her body. Her pussy was smooth as silk, and her pussy lips were rosebud fucking pink. Her legs were smooth and unblemished. As she arched a bit she showed how round her ass was and teased a view of her perfectly shaped asshole that looked so soft that velvet would get jealous of it. By this time I had removed my cock and motioned her over to me. She obeyed and when she stopped in front of me before she could respond, I swooped her up and placed her upon my hard dick and let her legs slide around my back. I stand up and as she locks her legs around my back, I without hesitation or warning, insert my now fully hard cock into her most amazingly tight and wet pussy. The moment I entered her, it was as if the floodgates had opened and her pussy just began to convulse and become even wetter. The more I fucked her pussy, the wetter and wetter she got, until she just began to squirt all over my waist while I bounced hercup and down on me. Wave after wave after wave of her orgasms just completely overwhelmed her, as I continue to ravage her pussy. Close to finishing, I decided to switch holes real quick and as I begin to fuck her glorious ass harder and harder, we both begin to convulse and shake. I don’t remember cumming in her ass. I only remember the release I felt, and the departure of what just happened to us, and the desire to have this anytime I want. As I regained my faculties, I realized that Rebecca was gone, and there was no one outside in the smoke area with me, which was peculiar. And not to mention that the expected background sounds of music and fun that would normally be sleeping through the door was suspiciously silent. So I went to investigate. Going through the still open backdoor,I return to the club floor and realize it’s almost empty. Meaning it was last call, closing time! What in the actual fuck? “What the hell just happened,” I began to think to myself. Rushing outside I scanned for my group and saw them down the street. I hastily caught up to them, and to this day I haven’t spoken of this nights events with anyone. Who would believe me anyways? So I keep it as one of those personal memories that I keep just for me. Hope you enjoyed it. * WARNING: Under the penalties and perjury of Law, any and all institutions or individual(s) using this site or any of its associated sites - YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION to copy, print, share or distribute any of my writings or musings, in any form, both current and future, without my prior written consent. Any requests must be submitted formally via e-mail with a clear and concise explanation of the material's intended use. 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