Sexy Zone Members Novels & Stories

"I got you." Joan didn't want me to quit working at the club, but that hustling was just not for me. At some point in my life, I knew I would look back and ask myself, "What the hell was I thinking?" Tucked away on the thirtieth floor of a skyscraper, Secre X was a private and exclusive members-only gentlemen's club, where only elite businessmen—mostly married and bored—were admitted. It had no more than about thirty members and each member rented their own booth. Scott made loads from those guys.

“I got a membership at the VIP sex club called Saultry. I’m sure you know what a sex club looks like.” She swallowed and licked her lips. Interesting. “Did you sleep with escorts there?” “There’s no escort in that sex club. They have staff. You wanna fuck one of them, you can as long as they want to. You can fuck with the members, different members every time you visit. Or if you find a good partner who is willing to participate, then go ahead.” “What’s that even mean?”

It wasn’t the name that caught me off guard, but the vulgar photo of two werewolves in their animal form having sex. “One Night Stand club,” Tessa introduced. “They’re meant for having sex within their members in order to increase their points exponentially.” I smelled a familiar scent and found Jaxon bypassing through the line to input his name in. The others squealed in excitement as soon as they saw him. “Are you interested in—” I cut Tessa’s question off by dragging her away from their booth. “Well, I’m assuming you don’t like that club.” I shook my head. “It’s a breeding site for infections,” I muttered.

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The men took their seats around me, looking every bit the professional executives. “Gentlemen,” Langford said smoothly, “and Miss Voss. Let’s see those projections.” I began presenting, voice shaky around the gag but somehow professional. Under the table, all hell broke loose. Zane dropped to his knees first, spreading my thighs wider and sucking my electro-padded clit into his mouth while Jax ramped the vibrations on the dildo. Damien and Rafe took turns tugging the nipple chains, making my tits ache deliciously. Julian filmed discreetly from the side, capturing every hidden twitch.

The sex club smelled heavy with sweat, cum and the faint tang of alcohol, a heady mix that made Izzy’s pulse quicken. Low, throbbing music vibrated through the floor. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her boobs bouncing while some stranger slammed into her pussy from behind. Izzy stayed close to Dominic, her dress tight against her skin, feeling the warmth of his body near hers. Every soft moan and whispered laugh around them made her stomach flutter, the tension between them sparking in ways she hadn’t expected.

Zack's news of a unique club makes his twin sister curious. When Zack whispers to his twin sister, Zoe, about a clandestine club steeped in taboo pleasures, a forbidden spark ignites her curiosity. The club promises raw, transformative ecstasy, where desires are sculpted and boundaries dissolve. As Zoe immerses herself in its sultry rituals, the line between her and Zack blurs, their sibling bond twisting into something dangerously intimate. In a haze of lust and forbidden connection, they explore a world that molds their deepest urges, claiming each other in ways that defy all norms.

The owner was anonymous, but rumors said he was a very powerful man—a member of the untouchables. Every corner of the club was filled with naked people wandering freely. Members could have sex with whomever they wanted, as long as there was consent. Couples having sex in the open or wild orgies were common sights in the clubhouse. Everything seen and heard inside was strictly confidential—each member had signed a non-disclosure agreement and paid a million-peso bond as a membership f*e. “You bastard!” Dan laughed, throwing his cigarette butt at his friend, Tyler. They were seated on a round, plush couch. Dan had a woman on his lap, while Tyler had two women draped on either side of him.

"Lonely secretary desperately needs gang raping. 30-something short and curvy, 5'2, 36DD, 115 lbs. Send pictures of you and your friends. If your group is selected, you pay for a nice hotel suite. I show up and you fuck me raw. BDSM encouraged, but safe words must be respected. You know you want me." I had a flood of replies in the inbox that went with the ads, over thirty - groups of three, five, even groups of twelve guys who all wanted to rape my pussy. I went for a big group with cute guys, partly because there were eighteen guys in the group, but mostly because I liked their reply. Here's what they said: