Free At the Club by Trixie Yale

“Fuck….yeah.” Robyn moaned from the chair she
was in, looking down at the man on his knees before her. “Quinn,
you’re beautiful. I want that beautiful mouth on my cock.” Robyn
and her partner were currently the center of attention at the club
Bounce, a hybrid dungeon and swinger’s space in the heart of the
city. Robyn gripped Quinn’s hair and pulled him down on her hot
needy shaft.
    It was far in the future, and genetic
manipulation had given everyone, among other things, the ability to
mix and match genitals as they pleased. Robyn had opted to grow
herself a penis; Quinn added a pussy to his body. Both had decided
to continue using the pronouns they were born with, though there
were some people who used newfangled gender neutral ones.
    Not that any of that mattered at the moment.
Quinn was an excellent dick-sucker, and he was using his skills
expertly. Robyn was quietly groaning as his tongue lapped long on
the underside of her cock, and then flicked the tip of his tongue
right where the head met the shaft. He was going to draw this out
as long as possible, Robyn could tell. She wasn’t going to complain
though, as she gently caressed his hair. Quinn loved to suck cock
and was good at it because of that fact. Robyn was very lucky to
have him as a playmate tonight.
    They had met the previous weekend, at Bounce
in fact. Robyn was there, looking for a good deep dicking. Quinn
was dressed in tight black leather pants and a leather vest that
showed of his muscular chest. He looked the epitome of a masculine
male, one that would give her the fuck she wanted. After a brief
period of discussing their personal preferences and some heavy
flirting, Robyn found herself naked and tied to a Saint Andrew’s
Cross, being flogged with a heavy cat-o-nine tails up and down her
back. It had been like a heavenly massage and she had just melted
against her restraints. It was only then, that Quinn had stopped
flogging her, inserted his dick into her extremely ready cunt, and
fucked her brains out. Afterwards they promised to meet again the
next week with a change in game plan this time. Quinn would be the
bottom, and Robyn would be the one to do the fucking.
    Robyn came dressed for the part. She was
wearing a rubber cat suit with strategic holes cut to expose and
enhance her breasts, pussy, and cock. As well, Robyn wore
thigh-high latex boots with an extremely pointed heel. Quinn, like
Robyn the week before was wearing nothing but a leather collar.
    It was something he wore proudly as he gently
put his hands on Robyn's legs to steady himself as he flicked his
tongue against the very tip of her head. He tasted her warm
pre-come and savored its slightly salty flavor. Quinn smeared that
lubrication all around the head, and then pulled Robyn's cock into
his mouth with powerful suction. His own cock was hard as well, but
Quinn ignored it in favor of enjoying the sensation in his mouth.
It was a nearly perfect cock, seven inches long and maybe two
inches wide and uncut to better protect the sensitivity. Her
foreskin had pulled all the way back though, so it wasn't
interfering Quinn at all. He slowly bobbed his head back and forth
along the shaft, occasionally pausing to play with the tip. Robyn
lacked testicles, and so Quinn couldn't play with those, but he was
quite content to give her oral pleasure as she sat in a gorgeous
leather chair.
    Robyn was moaning very quietly, still holding
on to Quinn's thick hair. He was an amazing cocksucker, but she
wanted more. "Play with my clit." She ordered, and then gasped when
Quinn complied. Robyn was already beginning to feel the slightest
of exquisite pleasure tendrils creeping up from deep inside her
belly. She had noticed since getting her cock, that if both her
cock and pussy were played with, she would have wild, almost earth
shattering orgasms that would never fail to make her pass out. She
moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily, and then voluntarily as she
gripped Quinn's head. "Let me