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Swimming in Cum

Swimming in Cum by yutubeslut I wrote this story years ago for a lovely lady I exchanged n00dz with. It was originally titled, Housewife Night She loved cum so this was just for her. We lost track of each other If you're out there, La****, PLEASE write me. I miss you. “DAMMIT, that BITCH!!” you rage silently as you undress before the owner of the place. All because you lost a stupid bet. He’s quite young, in his early 30’s but he’s seen it all. You know immediately he’s Mafioso. You stand there, naked and trembling in anger and humiliation. He has a bored, world-weary look in his eyes. “Here’s your costume.” He says as he hands you a single blue lace garter. “Don’t matter which leg you wear it on.” He says matter-of-factly. “Fifty percent goes to the house. Don’t worry; there'll be plenty for both of us. Tonight’s clientele prefer exactly your type.” “Fat, frumpy old housewife??” you ponder. You learn days later that the place has “specialty nights.” ‘Skinny teenager night’, ‘transgender night’, ‘muscular black girl night’ – the proprietor cooks ‘em up and announces it a full week in advance. They know exactly what they’re getting. “Money?” you muse, “Hmmm, how bad can this BE?” The old young man, as if reading your mind (actually he read your face), breaks in; You DO know what you’re getting into, I hope. They’re a bunch of fucking anim4ls out there.” Suddenly you’re not too sure, but a bet’s a bet, even if your girl friend tricked you. “BITCH!” you scream inside. “You ...

... ain’t gonna freak out on me, are you?” “No, I’ll be fine.” you lie. He slaps you on your ass, “Feeding time at the fuckin’ zoo, sweet cheeks.” You walk through the side door and see the ‘pit’ for the first time; dingy, dirty. Clouds of wispy cigarette smoke swirl in the air, punctuated by cheesy colored Disco lights most likely stolen from some failed old Travolta fan joint. The place is a real dive. “What a shit house.” You say out loud. Your words are drowned out by the noisy clientele and the loud beats of the Heavy Metal/Goth music. You don’t know what the fuck it is. Even you realize its an unusually large audience tonight; virtually standing room only. There must be at least 200 men in the place. Actually it’s more like 400. You just can’t see them all in the dark, filthy shadows of the old bowling alley converted into a whore house/strip joint. Lucky for you the place was partitioned off to provide rooms for the prostitutes to ply their trade. Otherwise there’d be many more men. Too many. You were already told what to do. Go to the dance pit, shake your ass and (ugh!) MASTURBATE for the sick degenerates. The Pit is actually a small, raised platform with a sloping floor surrounding it. It looks like a tit nipple. It’s supposed to. There’s a spotlight trained on it so everyone in the place can see the performer. Showtime. You quickly march out and onto the pit, trying to be brave. Just get it over with. The stench of semen assails your nostrils. Stale cum, fresh cum. It’s ...