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Prompt: Claire works at a kink club and one evening she gets a very shocking customer… And more shocking still, she hopes he’ll return.
Claire did her usual mental calming exercises, as she did at the start of every shift. Her legs were already spread and secured in the straps elevating them so the night’s clients had an unobstructed view of her pussy. That way they could decide if it was a hole they found appealing to play with. They wouldn’t see anything else since the rest of her body, waist up, was hidden behind the cover of the partition. That was the point of the sex club. The clients could fuck a wet, hot cunt and carry with their lives without worrying about the face behind the hole.
She and one other were the first shift and Claire’s pussy was fresh. She’d lubed and stretched it as per usual before she settled on the cot and she was ready for the first of the night’s anonymous cocks to fill her. It wasn’t the sort of job she ever thought she’d take but the money was really good and it was surprisingly safe. She knew there was a guard sitting on a chain the room with the girls, always watching and ready to act if one of the johns misbehaved. Toys were available for use but nothing too extreme and clients were not allowed to bring their own. The club was invite only and a recent clean bill of health had to be submitted. In return, the club promised tight and healthy pussy.
A friend of hers suggested it. Said it was easy money and she tried it out. She expected to feel gross after but it was surprisingly easy to distance herself from the acts. It was just a job and being able to take a breather without the panic attack every time talks of college tuition came about was a relief she wasn’t ready to part with now that she had it. Chris didn’t need to know about this. He knew she made some money but he thought her part time job was something more mainstream. She told him, she was helping out the faculty with some administrative work.
Not a complete lie since she did so occasionally, albeit her help was more of an unpaid internship. Well, what her brother didn’t know about couldn’t hurt him and Claire wanted to lessen some of the burden Chris decided to shoulder all by himself. She knew he was working himself ragged to make enough money for both of them and he was way too proud to accept her help. At least she could pay for her living expenses by herself. Even protective big bro couldn’t argue with that.
‘Damn, first of the day. That’s pretty lucky.’ Claire stilled the thoughts in her mind as she heard the voice of a man. Their first client. It sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it straight away. Most johns didn’t speak when they were there, preferring to keep as much anonymity to themselves as possible but some didn’t care if the holes in the wall heard them. Those were usually repeat customers. Perhaps she vaguely recognised this voice as one who’d been invited to the club before. But Racoon City was a big place with plenty of cocks drooling for pussy. Claire didn’t try to figure it out too hard. It didn’t matter.
‘Why the fuck do I let you talk me into this?’ That voice however, Claire placed immediately. Chris. Her brother was a client?! She’d have never guessed he’d be into this sort of activity. Heat rushed up her chest as she realized Chris was seeing her spread pussy and didn’t even know it.
‘Because unlike you, I know how to live a little. Come on, choose one. You’ll love it.’ It took a few moments but she placed the second voice too. One of Chris’ friends. Claire had only met him a few times but he did seem like the sort of guy who would get an invite to the club. Forest Speyer.
‘Fine… I’ll pick this one.’ Claire felt her innards frost with trepidation. There was a fifty-fifty chance her brother was looking at her but she had no way of knowing. Until Forest opened his mouth.
‘Oh? You like brunette pussy? Fine by me. I’ll have the blonde then.’ Claire’s thighs trembled and she warred with the indecision to speak up. Chris had no idea what he was about to do so wasn’t it her responsibility to stop him? But then he’d know what she was doing and Claire hesitated….
She felt hands run along her legs and she bit on her tongue to keep quiet. Those were Chris’ hands. The fingers reached her thighs and curiously caressed over to the parted heat of her cunt. Claire felt him brush the carpet of her pubes aside to part the lips and she imagined her brother staring deep inside the pink opening of her vagina. The fingers rubbed up and down and she was watering. Claire didn’t know how to feel about getting wet while Chris rubbed the tender folds of her pussy but aroused was probably not it.
She sucked in a breath when fingers slipped inside, testing her tightness and moisture. The digits pumped through her a few times while Chris used his other hand to flick her hard clitoris. Claire felt her eyes go crossed as pleasure started gathering with the rapid fingering. She heard the other woman moan liberally as Forest had his own fun. She wanted to moan too but her voice would be as instantly recognizable to Chris as his had been to her. She struggled with it but she stayed mute as Chris fingered her deeply, widening the inner walls apart. When he removed his hand Claire nearly whined for him to keep going but she fortunately slapped her hand over her mouth just in time.
Her pussy leaked and twitched while she waited for Chris to do more. Claire knew what would happen next. She heard the tell-tale noise of a zipper getting undone. If she was going to say anything before a line was crossed now was the time but she wanted it. She said nothing even as Chris’ hot cock rubbed through the salivating folds, getting his tip nice and wet with her juices.
Then he was pushing through her. Claire bit on her finger as she clamped tightly on her big brother’s cock. It was so big and hot inside her. She’d had plenty of dick but Chris’ seemed to fit her perfectly. She felt fingers hold onto her calves as Chris slammed his hips into her, shoving his fat length all the way to the hilt. She felt it scrape all the way deep inside her and she wondered if Chris’ cock was pushing into her womb. All the girls at the club used spermicide and for the right fee, barebacking and creampies were allowed. Claire felt the raw heat of Chris’ dick and she knew he wasn’t wearing a rubber.
Something was fucked with her head because she wanted her brother’s thick cum flooding her belly. The sound of Chris slamming into her was wet and filthy, echoed by Forest and his hole. She was tightening her pussy as her climax began to crest and she wondered if Chris’ rapid pace meant he’d fill her with cream soon. He did. Claire took deep breaths through her nose as copious sperm spilled inside her body. Chris’. Her brother’s. It made her inexcusably hot.
‘Oh fuck! That was great.’ Claire was struggling to keep her gasping silent, even as her toes stayed curled.
‘Told ya. Listen, I got an invite for next week too if you want a repeat?’ Claire blinked sluggishly and focused to hear Chris’ answer.
‘Sure.’ Her pussy winked and she felt cum leak out.
‘Friday?’ The voices were departing. Chris and Forest were done. Claire strained to hear her brother’s answer.
‘Sounds good.’ Claire made a mental note to make sure she was on shift next Friday.