1. Welcome to The Den


    Date: 3/6/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: thatguy625, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    picture, and it wasn't because of how I looked. The picture was of me and my best friend, Chelsea. I had known Chelsea since high school and we were even roommates for our junior and senior years of college. We were more like brother and sister and even managed to never hook up despite many nights of heavy drinking and dry spells with the opposite sex. “Chels, I need a favor.” “Sure, what’s up?” She asked. “I need you to go to a swingers party with me… for work,” I replied. “I know it sounds insane but you don’t have to do anything but show up, sit at the bar, and see some naked people. I promise.” “No way! That is the single weirdest idea you have ever come up with!” “Come on! This can be my big break. I want to chat with these people and get a good story out of it.” I pleaded. I heard some hesitation on her side of the phone, then finally, she gave in, “Fine. When is it?” *The Next Saturday* I picked her up around 9pm and we were on our way. I was kind of surprised that she went all out for me - she wore a tight red dress that hugged her slim frame and showed off her 34C tits and perfect ass. We may be best friends but I know a near flawless body when I see it. Her brown hair was up on a messy bun and her make up was a little more exaggerated - slutty even - than usual. “Damn, Chels, you sure you’re just going to watch?” I joked. “Hey, fuck off. I have to play the part if I’m going to be there. By the way, you’re buying my drinks all night, Max.” She shot back. “Fair ...
    enough, you know I appreciate it.” I said sincerely. We pulled up to the address and were greeted by a valet parking attendant. He opened the door, we got out, and I tossed him the keys. We walked up to the door, looked at each other, and took a deep breath before entering. Here goes nothing! Once inside, we were greeted by a distinguished looking woman behind a table. She asked for our names and then led us into a small room off the main foyer. “Welcome to The Den,” she said, “there are some rules and regulations that I must make you aware of before I let you into the party. First, I’ll need the payment.” I handed her the thousand dollars, given to me by my editor with the promise of an incredible story. Chelsea shot me a quick look of disbelief and I winked back. “Now that we have that out of the way,” the woman continued, “Rule one: No speaking. This is a very private club and while we appreciate you may want to talk to others, we do not want feelings getting in the way of actions. This is strictly enforced and there are punishments. Rule two: Consent is given by walking through those doors. You are here to fuck and be fucked. Of course, you may observe but there is no such thing as being picky if approached. Do not worry, our members are very considerate and will not force anything upon you. Finally, Rule three: Leave your modesty in this room. There is no clothing at all allowed for men and women may only wear panties, no bra. Are these clear?” Chelsea looked at me without ...
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