The Den: Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Den: Part 2

When Max had asked me to go with him to The Den, I admit I was a little apprehensive. He’s always been a really good friend and has helped me through some tough times. So even though it seemed a little creepy, I decided to go along so he could get in. I’d never had any kind of sexual feelings towards him in the past, aside from the rare fleeting thought of “what if” that everyone has about friends of the opposite sex. From the moment we walked in the door, something had changed in me. The woman calling us out and challenging us caused me to double down on my commitment to the role. I hadn’t been laid in a while and fucking Max was a two-birds-one-stone situation: I got off and we convinced the woman we were a real couple. “Alright, that was quite the scene. You’re in.” The woman told us, “Max, you can follow me this way. Chelsea, you wait here. Sandra will be in soon to escort you.” With that the woman took Max by the hand and led him through a door on the far side of the room. I tried to see what was beyond but all I could see was darkness and not much else. I didn't have to wait long for Sandra to show up. Had she just been waiting outside the door the whole time? “Chelsea? I’m Sandra,” she said. “That was quite the performance you and your boyfriend just put on. This room has a camera that broadcasts live to some TVs throughout The Den. He barely lasted two minutes! Your pussy must be incredible.” I was stunned and a little embarrassed that an unknown number of people ...

... had just watched me suck and fuck Max. But she was right about my pussy. I don’t know about ‘incredible’ but I do have a very tight vagina. I haven't been with many guys but none have been able to last more than a few minutes. It’s a blessing and a curse, I suppose because even a guy with an average-sized dick, like Max can feel huge. Sandra was much nicer than the woman and I instantly liked her. She was my height - about 5’5 or so - with platinum blonde hair. Her body was similar to mine, slim and tone but her breasts were a bit smaller. Since she had entered from inside The Den, she was already naked and I couldn't help but check her out from head to toe. “Yes, I’m Chelsea,” I responded, a little sheepishly. “What’s next?” “We separate first timers to discourage them from clinging to each other or getting too protective when they see others approach their partner. So that means you'll be on the other side of the house from Max and there will be nothing to hold you back from releasing your inhibitions,” Chelsea informed me. She walked across the room and opened another door and motioned for me to follow her. I did as I was told and stepped through the door behind her. We walked down a long, dimly lit hallway that opened into an equally dimly lit bar area. “Thomas, will you please make Chelsea here a…” Sandra said to the bartender, trailing off as a cue for me to place my order. “Um… vodka and soda. A double. Please!” I told Thomas. “Coming right up, Ma’am,” Thomas politely ...