The Dark Room

This wasn’t the first time I had been here but I didn’t remember feeling so excited. I left my driver’s license and carkeys with the attendant in the front. She said nothing as she exchanged my $1000 for a numbered key on a long chain. She motioned for me to go through the long bordeaux-colored velvet curtains. The curtains closed behind me as I made my way down the long darkened hallway.

As my eyes strained to refocus to the dim light, I could hear the pulsing music pumping away in a distant room. I could hardly breathe. I was consumed with my own adrenaline. The hallway gave way to a series of small rooms on each side and I went in the room that corresponded with the key the attendant gave me. Inside, I found a small table, a tiny chair and a plastic hanger. There was also another door in front of me where I would soon go through into The Dark Room but not until I was ready. I locked the first door behind me, slipped out of my shoes and socks, pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my shorts and panties. (I never wore a bra so I didn’t have to take it off now.) I half-assedly folded my clothes and placed them on the table with my purse. I put the chain and key around my neck and put my hand on the second door. As I read the Rules Of The Dark Room I could feel the pulse of the music even stronger and it vibrated all the way down my arm to my neck and made my nipples stand on end. The Rules Of The Dark Room were few and simple: “Switch off the light before entering the Dark Room…Lock the Door Behind You…Remember Your Room Number…Don’t Lose Your Key…Consensual Relations Only…No Biting (Unless You Are Sure)…Absolutely No Talking!” I had read these rules before and I was more than happy to adhere to them again. They were nothing compared to the level of pleasure I was about to experience.

I turned off the light in my tiny room and opened the second door. Immediately, I was overwhelmed by smell of sex in the room. I closed and locked the door behind me and stepped into the center of the room. The music was now almost overwhelming but I knew it was always like this when the club opened and that it would soon go silent.

This club was like nothing I had ever experienced in Hollywood or anywhere for that matter. The premise was simple. You and many other sexually adventurous people in a room so dark your eyes will never focus. Instead, you must rely on your other senses. Touching, smelling, tasting and hearing your way through the crowd. The club owners made this anonymity safe with requiring clubmembers to provide proof that they are drug and disease free. (Not to mention the high “covercharge” surely kept out a lot of the riff raff as well.)

I was relieved when the music fell silent. At first, my ears rang a little with the sudden silence. Then, off in the not-too-distant corner of the room, I could hear the telltale signs of a fucking couple. I could hear something sloshing in something wet, skin rubbing together and shallow breathing. I made my way towards the sound slowly with my hands held straight out in front of me into the pure blackness.

The moment my fingertips grazed on flesh for the first time I was so elated I may have gasped. The flesh–which turned out to be a man and a woman fucking doggie-style–was cold and damp with sweat and moving quite feverishly. I traced my hands over their slick bodies. My right hand moved up and down over the man’s hairy chest and down–slowly–toward his cock and traced it as it plunged into her wet pussy over and over again. I slipped a finger inside her cunt and I could feel her muscles squeezing around his stiff cock. My left hand slid up her back from her ass toward her neck, then down her collarbone and onto her smallish breasts. Her nipples were stiff and hard and I pinched them between my fingers. She let out a moan and I left her breasts and slid my hand down her soft belly to her slick shaved pussy. I worked on her large clit with my fingers and she shuddered and came on both of my hands and the man’s cock. I could smell her sex and wanted to taste it so badly but I heard something else behind me and wanted to investigate that as well.

I tore myself away from the couple and made my way in the center of the room. I heard the distinct sounds of a blowjob and followed the sound. Again, I found a man standing–this time with two women knelt before him taking turns sucking his cock. My hands traced their faces (beautiful I am sure) one with curly shoulder-length hair and the other with thick straight hair all the way down to the small of her back. I let my hands fall on the work they were doing–one carefully sucking on the bulbous head of the cock, the other licking and sucking on his balls. I felt the women’s tits and they were as different as their hairstyles. The short-haired woman’s tits were large and weighty with large arreolas. I could tell she loved the way I touched her as she cupped her free hand over my already soppy pussy. She slid her finger inside me as I felt the other woman’s tits. Hers were almost nonexistent. Barely there mounds but with nipples almost a half-inch long. I pinched them hard and the second woman let out a deep moan that was muffled by the man’s scrotum still in her mouth. Suddenly, I felt a mouth on my crotch and realized the first woman with the large tits was pushing her face into my pussy. I spread my legs wide and let her taste my nectar. I could hear her smack her lips as if to say she liked my taste and went deeper for a better taste. She licked my clit with such great precision that I came almost as soon as she started. She did not stop licking me, however, as she knew that a great flood of juice was to be her reward if she kept going. And she was rewarded greatly with my slick cream. I stuck a finger in her mouth as well so I could feel her eager mouth sucking it all up. I had only been in The Dark Room for about 10 minutes and already had heard, smelled and felt my way through some very exciting couplings. I wanted to badly to taste now, but I wanted to make sure it would be a good one. I went on feeling the twenty or so people in the room. In my mind’s eye, I “saw” a man laying down with a woman on his face and another riding his cock, another scene with two men licking a woman’s pussy and asshole at the same time occasionally kissing and licking each other in the process, another couple was assfucking, still other people were walking around as I was, either licking cum from assorted orifices or just feeling their way through.

I found these people (mostly men and about 8 or so) moving from scene to scene. So I decided to do something special with these guys. I grabbed as many as I could by the hand and pulled them to the center of the room. Soon all eight were standing around me and I was on my knees. Their hands were tracing my face, my breasts, pinching my nipples, over each other’s hands sometimes but all focus was on me. Then, one by one, I started sucking their cocks. And as Helen Keller’s teacher might have done, I would grab two in one hand and “show” a couple of other hands what I was doing by placing them on my work. I sucked hard and soft, deep and light always alternating between all eight cocks. Some of the men would put their hand on the back of my head and push me down deeper on their stiff dicks and I would deep throat them as best as I could.

Then, I broke one of the Rules. I whispered, “I want all of you to cum in my mouth.” I could feel their excitement build as I said this and the one that was in my mouth at the time started fucking my throat deeper and faster. It took him almost no time at all to fill my mouth with his cum. He shot only a few times but the taste was slightly sweet and I kept it in my mouth as I moved to the next cock. The next one was already getting pumped with a hand as I moved the hand out of the way and replaced it with the warm embrace of my lips and tongue. I worked, tickling the underside of the hard dick, teased the balls and even licked his asshole a bit with my tongue. I could hear him start to moan louder as he shuddered and filled my mouth with some really watery but sticky semen.

Still, through everything I was doing, I could still hear unseen couples fucking in the corners of the room, men and women cumming every minute or two, walls banging with some rigorous pounding, etc. What an amazing place this was!

As the third, fourth and fifth cocks came into my mouth at the same time I felt a bristly face next to my cheek. Then a warm wet tongue searching for my mouth. I opened my mouth–now overflowing with sticky hot cum–and his tongue plunged into it. He gobbled up most of the jism in my mouth and licked strings of it off my face. He then broke a rule as he whispered in my ear, “Get more for me.” I immediately started sucking on the sixth and seventh cocks at the same time, he worked on number eight. My hands traced his face as he blew Number Eight and took his hot load into his mouth. My Six and Seven were about ready to cum as well when my cocksucker friend spat the cum onto my face and immediately buried his face between my legs. I could feel the fluid slide down my cheeks and off my chin and I felt so complete…so well-fucked, so much like cum itself. And as I struggled to breathe with two cocks in my mouth, I came on my friend’s face and my juice flowed into his hungry mouth and I was fed as well with two of the largest loads I have ever accepted onto my tongue.

When the softening cocks slipped from my mouth, my friend slipped from my satisfied pussy and planted his mouth back on mine as he licked and sucked gently on my tired mouth, licking and sucking me clean and he ended with a sweet long kiss on my lips. Then he kissed my forehead, brought me up off my knees and onto my feet and helped me find my door number.

After I closed the door behind me, I paused for a moment. I figured I would never know who that mystery man was and mourned the fact that I would probably never feel that gentle kiss on my forehead again. I reached up to trace the spot he kissed and felt something sticking to my forehead. I pulled it off and it was a piece of paper with a message crudely scrawled on it, obviously written in the dark. It plainly said, “Be here tomorrow.”

No, this was not my first visit to The Dark Room. And apparently, it would not be my last.