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1. SAM

The Playhouse Club was somewhere I was very familiar with, I went there every single Thursday night. Thursday closely sounded like thirsty for a reason, and I needed to suck or get sucked to make it count.

Unfortunately, tonight, I wasn’t here on a Thursday. It was a Saturday. Probably the worst day you could ever find yourself in a kink club, it was busy, and sure, for a club this busy, it doubled or maybe even tripled my chance at having some action, but I was here to meet a friend, or a friend of a friend.

—Ash! Where are you? I’m at the bar. These assholes don’t know how to make a proper drink. I sent a text furiously off to the friend I was supposed to meet with. He’d recently found love and it was no joke, people in love were infectious, always trying to get others on riding the same love train for the inevitable double date.

—Relax. We’ll be there soon. Also, he doesn’t know he’s being set up. He replied instantly.

I looked around the bar at all the different people in their gear and outfits. All I’d been told to wear was a t-shirt with a bear on it. I’d turned it into a crop top, paired with some cut off jeans, and under that a nice pair of a severely shredded fishnet tights. I didn’t know what energy or vibe I was giving off, but I was not into the age stuff, I was into Daddies, but not going goo-goo ga-ga, and I feared the t-shirt design was telling the men around me that I was.

—I don’t like being set up either. I shot back.

—Have another drink. Loosen up.

I’d douched and I had packets of lube in my back pocket, I didn’t know how much more loose I could be. I was ready to be railed. My earlier ideas of just a little head had turned into a full horned devil, just begging me to grab a guy, take him to a room and ride him until all the cream comes out.

I didn’t go for a passionfruit martini the second time, figuring I’d make it easy on the bartender and get something like a vodka and coke.

It wasn’t long before someone approached me. Tall, no beard, so only half my type. “I’ve been asked to give you this,” he said, holding out a room key

“Oh. A bit forward, but—”

“It’s not from me,” he said. “It’s from—” he turned to look around. “Oh, I can’t see him now.”

I took the key. “Consider my interests piqued.”

He nodded. “You don’t have to go,” he said. “Stranger danger.”

The mystery man who was only half my type had a point. “I get off on stranger danger,” I told him. I was here for a good time, and if I could get a good time in before my friend arrived, I’d take it, especially when there was a hunt involved.

Following the layout of the several storied kink club to the rooms, I found the one numbered on the key. I stopped just outside of it and looked at myself in the front facing phone camera to make sure I was still looking great. I had a light blush to give my cheeks that pinched look, and a lip tint like they were freshly bitten.

I opened the door and there he was. A man with a giant purple teddy bear head on his head, completely naked, and hard, several inches hard. I walked right inside, staring at the man’s hairy torso. He was thick in the middle with a small beary belly. I knew I’d made the right choice.

“I’m glad you accepted my offer,” he said.

“Do I—”

“The head stays on.”

“Ok.” I’d seen all I needed to anyway. “How long have you been hard for?” I got down on my knees in front of him. “I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

“I can stay hard all night,” he said. “Don’t worry about that.”

I grabbed his cock, my hand unable to wrap completely around it. My ass clenched in excitement, knowing it was about to get a heart beating throb tear through it at any moment. I extended my tongue and teased the tip of his cock to coax out precum. It was sweet, forcing me to pull out all my tricks to get more.

“Good boy,” he whispered, a hand reaching out to the back of my head.

“Eager,” I said before accepting fate and praying I wouldn’t get lockjaw as I took his cock in my mouth. Salivating over it and doing my best to keep my tongue rolling against the underside tip of his cock, touching that sweet spot of his frenulum. It was more sensitive in uncut cock, but cocks like Mr. Bear were just as sensitive to the tempt of my tongue.

Mr. Bear moaned as I worked his cock. “Yeah, you like that.” My knees hurt from being on the floor, and the last thing I needed was for my friends to notice the rug burn on my knees before meeting their friend.

I leaned away from the cock with one hand wrapped around the base. It was like a sucker that got harder the more you sucked. I could feel the space it had displaced in my mouth now that it was out. “On the bed,” I said. “We have to make this quick.”

He placed a hand around my chin with his thumb under it, stroking me. “I don’t rush. I like to take my time.”

And usually, so did I. “Then take your time with me on the bed.”

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