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There were many clubs in this part of town. The place was quiet during the day, but came alive when night fell. Located between the Mercury Herald’s newspaper office and the Venus Beauty Salon was a club that specialized in a certain clientele. It catered to futanari, those who had been born with both dicks and pussies. The futanari population in the city was large enough that the club could stay in business year round, and tourism from other cities was encouraged. The club had a special requirement for entry, one that wasn’t mentioned on its website or any of the local advertising.
It was a hostess club, the type that had been springing up around the world. The main floor was filled with tables that could seat any number of people, with drinks and bar food on the menu. Every hostess who worked at the club was a futanari. Attractive young women who would talk to people while sitting with their cocks out, keeping them hard throughout the evening to give their guests what they were looking for. Most of the club’s visitors were fellow futanari. Men and women were allowed in as well, but beyond paying the fee for the reservation, there was one other requirement to enter.
The single door leading into the club had a sliding peephole that the club’s security staff could view. Below that peephole was another hole at cock height, a glory hole that opened into the lobby. The security staff member, also all futas, some of whom were former hostesses, would stick their dicks through the hole. After sizing up the patrons through the peephole, they wanted to see what they would do with a dick.
There were three security guards on staff, with two alternating during the week and one on the weekends. They were expected to be in good shape, and have big, meaty cocks that could endure a lot of teasing, and the ability to get hard again quickly after cumming. That was where Saori Fukuda came in. She was a former high school wrestler. She had tanlines in the shape of a sports bra, leaving her sizable breasts and cock being the only parts of her that remained untanned. Her hair was short but not too boyish, and her face looked friendly despite her height and musculature. She showed up before sunset, and set herself up next to the door.
Saori waved to the hostesses. She was friendly with many of them. When her attempt to join a wrestling league after high school failed, she found herself putting her strength to use guarding the girls at this club. They had told her that she could earn more if she served as a hostess herself, but Saori kept turning down their offers. She was protecting them. A stool and a bottle of lube had been set by the door for the security guards to use. Saori took off her shorts and her panties, letting her 25-cm cock spring out.
She gripped her dick in her hand, and started rubbing. After a few vigorous strokes, her cock rose, a drop of precum appearing on her pink head. Saori took a few deep breaths, releasing her hands from her throbbing dick. It bounced on its own, settling into position. The club’s capacity was steady on any given night, and the amount of new and returning customers was enough to give her dick a break. Readying herself for another night, Saori thrust her cock through the glory hole, lined with a protective layer of silky material similar to the pillows at the tables, and put it out into the open air of the lobby. She pulled back the slat on the peephole, watching as the futanari lady at the front desk called in the next reservations.
The people could do whatever they wanted to her dick, as long as no harm was involved. They only had a few seconds to prove that they could treat a futa dick well, and people usually did the first thing that came to mind. The most common thing was wrapping their hand around her girthy shaft and jerking her off, not going too hard or too soft. She didn’t want anyone who was too weak on their grip to enter the club either. They stopped after a few strokes, leaving her cock tingling before she calmed down and let the next people through. When they saw her on the other side of the door, she was complimented on her dick, even though she insisted that she was just security.
The bolder ones used their lips. Some of them planted a kiss on her glans, or took it into their cheeks. A few took as much of her length as they could into her mouth, as if asking her to cum. Saori aimed to cum as little as possible, but the longer she stayed exposed and erect, the more difficult it became as the night went on. Some touched her balls, playing with them in their hands and seeing if they could get her to cum. On other occasions, they lifted up her scrotum to get a look at her pussy. She was fingered in her pussy sometimes, and it happened rarely enough that the sensation of it took her by surprise.
She never made it through the evening without cumming at least once. She tried to do it in a towel next to her seat, out of sight from the lobby, but all those people touching her made her red-hot cock explode in their faces and on their hands. Despite all the thanks she got for it, she refused to sign up and become a hostess. Saori sat patiently, her cock sticking out. She had a patch of brownish-black pubic hair behind her shaft, but no hair on her pussy below. The usual parade of hands and mouths touched her cock. There was one futanari girl who used her breasts. The softness nearly made Saori blow her load then and there.
The club was nearly full to capacity, with people ordering drinks and making small talk while the patron’s hands touched the cocks and balls of the hostesses, praising their length and their hardness. Saori thought she had grown immune to it, but every so often a pop would come from one of the tables, and it wasn’t a champagne bottle. Making a hostess cum added a large surcharge to the bill, one of which the regulars were willing to pay. The look on a futanari’s face when she ejaculated was worth witnessing. The pleasure of her lower body reaching her upper body in one stroke.
Saori pulled her cock back through the hole, wiping herself of the sweat and saliva that had gathered on her dick. Her sweaty, firm ass had worn its imprint into her chair, and the shape of her nipples were visible underneath her shirt. She waited for the twitching to stop, controlling herself before her cock went out. She stuck it through the hole again, right when the club hit a slowdown in its activity. Saori’s cock began to soften. If the first thing the club patrons saw was a limp cock, she wouldn’t make a good first impression.
She pulled it back and stroked herself with long, gentle rubs, making her cock return to its full, aching hardness. As she prepared to move it back through the hole, something new happened. A cock came through the hole in the opposite direction. It was long and sturdy, and paler than hers. Underneath the balls, and they were very large and heavy balls, blonde hair so pale it looked almost silver was visible. The tip was light pink, and still warm after being taken out of the panties of the futa who had shoved it through.
Saori opened the slat on the door, and saw the woman on the other side. She looked about a decade older than Saori herself, and was wearing a pearl necklace and a pearl colored dress. She was carrying an art bag beneath her arm, and had the same color hair as on her cock, going past her shoulders and flowing like reams of fabric. Saori spoke through the door. “Ma’am, I’m the one who’s supposed to be putting my dick through there.”
“Oh my. I thought this was to present our own dicks. I hope it’s up to the standard for the lovely women here,” she said. “I made a reservation this afternoon. My name is Seimi.”
Looking back down at Seimi’s cock, Saori humored her by jerking her. Seimi pulled her cock back, and entered the club. Seeing her without the wall between them, her cock tented up the bottom of her dress. She moved closer to Saori, resting her cock on Saori’s well-toned thigh. “I was going to spend time with one of the lovely young ladies here, but you’ll do nicely. I’ve reserved a private room in the back.”
“I’m not available. Someone will need to watch the door,” Saori said.
One of the hostesses came up behind her. She wasn’t muscular like Saori, but she was known for her endurance. She rested her cock in Saori’s firm ass, and told her. “Go with her. I’ll be your substitute cock.” It was only for an hour or so, Saori figured. Entertaining one of the guests in a one-on-one room would be a change of pace from having everyone looking at her dick all night.
Seimi grabbed her by the cock and guided her towards the private rooms in the back. It had a table like the main floor, along with a TV and a menu. The door closed behind them. Saori and Seimi sat beside each other on the couch, the tips of their cocks so close together that they were nearly touching. People had been jerking and licking Saori’s cock for hours, and she was on edge. Not only from being pulled away from her job, but being brought into the fold of this new woman. She’d never been to this club before, but Saori felt like she knew her.
When she was comfortable, Seimi opened the top of her dress, letting her breasts spill out. They were slightly droopier than Saori’s, with lots of soft fat. Her nipples were dark pink and standing straight on end, positioned slightly lower on her breasts in a way that drew Saori’s eyes towards them. Saori’s own nipples were stiff underneath her top, hard enough that Seimi had been catching glances at them since she walked into the club.
“What brings you here?” Saori asked.
“I love dicks,” said Seimi. “They’re my favorite thing to paint, but I’d get bored of painting my own. You see, I’m something of a seminal artist.”
“That means...?” Saori asked.
Seimi opened her art bag, revealing small vials of paint in various colors. “Every stroke of paint is mixed with my own semen. It’s something that makes my painting authentically mine. Billions of sperm packed into every artwork, oh, the thought of it makes me wet. I want to see how your dick reacts.”
“It’s thick, and I can stay hard for a long time,” said Saori. “But that’s all I’ve done with it.”
“You need to do more,” said Seimi. “Let me teach you.” She scooted closer to Saori, and cupped her balls in her hands. Seimi’s balls were bigger and heavier than Saori’s, hanging down in front of her pussy. She wrapped them around the base of Saori’s sweaty cock, and began to move them up and down. Saori could feel the warm sperm densely packed inside Seimi’s balls as she rubbed them against her shaft while moaning in her ear. The rest of Seimi’s shaft was touching her own, with her own balls squishing on top of Saori’s on the way down.
“Your balls...” Saori said.
“I can feel the sperm inside me stirring up from making contact with your meaty cock,” said Seimi.
“You’re moving so fast,” Saori said. “I’m not as skilled as the other hostesses.”
“You don’t need to be. I’m the one in control,” said Seimi. “Are my balls making you want to cum. You must have been holding it in for so long.”
“My dick... my dick is gonna explode!” Saori said.
Seimi jiggled her balls against Saori’s cock. She was salivating at the thought of seeing it burst. Saori closed her eyes and thrust her hips, slamming her own balls into Seimi’s. She’d been holding back an orgasm since this morning, when she woke up with an incredibly strong case of morning wood. Now that long-awaited release burst over Seimi’s face. Her cum shot out like a rocket, landing on Seimi’s forehead, with the second spurt dripping onto her breasts. Seimi scooped it onto her fingers, tasting the sperm-rich semen that that Saori had gifted her. It was delicious, and made her crave more.
“It’s been a long time since someone’s properly pleasured you,” Seimi said. “Look. You just came and you’re still hard as a rock.” Saori’s cock was pulsing, spilling over bubbling cum onto her shaft. She was panting heavily, catching her breath. That orgasm had left her knees shaking, the kind of force she hadn’t felt while working behind the door. It was just a ball job, but Seimi’s technique went right for her weak spots. “It’s the job of the guest to please the hostess. Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”
Seimi spread her legs, lifting her balls to give Saori a look at her pussy. Her balls slapped back down onto her cunt, splashing it with drops of her love juice. Her own cock was standing straight, the head calling for Saori like the beacon of a lighthouse. Saori climbed onto the couch. She got on her knees, pressing her breasts and muscled abs against Seimi’s face. Seimi lowered her head, licking the sweat off the grooves in her abs before moving up and lifting her shirt, exposing her breasts. She flicked her tongue against Saori’s areola, rolling around the tip before closing her lips around her nipple, sucking on those large, firm breasts.
Her hands firmly grasped Saori’s ass. Her fingers dug into her cheeks, and lowered her cock. Saori gasped as her pussy was spread open by Seimi’s pale pink cockhead. Having her cock teased with, pent-up from holding back for so long, made another small spurt of cum shoot from her tip as Seimi plunged into her pussy. Her pussy folds clenched around Seimi’s shaft, wrapping it in their warm and sticky embrace. Seimi blushed, looking into Saori’s eyes as she lovingly licked her nipple once more. Saori’s throbbing cock was pressing against her torso, sharing her warmth from inside and outside her body.
Seimi playfully growled. “A strong girl like you, falling to my cock so easily. I love that look. It’s been a long time since someone’s well and truly fucked your pussy.”
“It’s all inside me...” Saori said.
“I want to see that stamina you’re so proud of. No cumming until I cum inside you first,” said Seimi. Holding tightly onto Saori’s ass once more, she began thrusting up and down on the couch. Beads of sweat poured down Saori’s body, running across her muscular thighs and into her abs. Her breasts had enough fat in them that they jiggled, gently slapping against Seimi’s face while she was buried between them, taking deep breaths of her sweaty scent. She felt the breath leaving Seimi’s nostrils, making her nipples react with small sparks of pleasure.
Saori turned her head and looked at the camera on the private room’s ceiling. It was there in case the patrons violated the rules. Now the camera’s eye was trained on her, watching her ass bounce up and down on top of Seimi’s hard cock. She was lucky her voice wasn’t being transmitted too. Her moans had become girlish, betraying her pussy’s desires even as her cock continued to smear its freshly leaking semen over Seimi’s body. Each thrust of her length through her pussy made her sweaty body go numb, eager to do whatever Seimi told her to. Seimi closed her eyes, her breaths getting shorter as she felt Saori begging for release.
“You’ve been holding back long enough,” Seimi said. “Do you want me to fill your tight, muscular pussy?”
“Please... fill me...” Saori said.
Seimi’s balls were touching the couch. She dragged them across its surface, the material of the fabric pleasing her scrotum, and came hard inside Saori. Seimi’s eyes were closed and her mouth open, cooing under her breath as she emptied her load inside Saori. She felt the sticky, gooey cum that Seimi had been saving for the hostess club cling to her vaginal walls, surging towards her womb with the desire to mark her on the inside. It overflowed from her pussy, glazing Seimi’s balls in a film of her jizz and Saori’s love juice.
Saori came again, spurting her cum onto the underside of Seimi’s boobs. Seimi put her hands on the top of her breasts. “Clean this up for me,” she said. “Have you ever tasted your own cum?”
“Sometimes,” Saori said.
“I would love to see you do it,” Seimi said. Saori wrapped her fingers around Seimi’s soft tit, and licked up her own semen from underneath. It had already mixed with Seimi’s sweat, giving it a unique taste from when she tried it herself. She licked across the underside of her boob, leaving it cleaned. Her tongue pressed into the soft fat, the smell of her underboob sweat filling her nostrils. Saori’s cock had yet to even slightly soften. Even though her pussy had been filled, her cock was begging for the chance to be stuck inside something. She didn’t realize how much she missed being by her hole.
“I licked all of it,” Saori said, swallowing the last drop after showing it to Seimi on her tongue.
“Now we can begin,” Seimi siad. She took out her sketchbook, and opened it to a new page. She set her brushes and a towel on the table. She wouldn’t be able to get very far beyond the rough sketches, but she wanted to draw Saori’s cock in its full hardness. She looked back and forth at Saori’s cock and the paper, using her pencil to draw the shape of Saori’s cock and balls. She drew a single line representing her pussy underneath, wanting to capture it in the painting. Seeing that cock reflected on the page was making her own throb with excitement.
Spreading her legs to show her pussy, Seimi asked Saori to rest her head on her lap. She lifted her balls and rested them against Saori’s face. “I’d be able to paint a more erotic picture if you sucked me,” she said. “You’ve been thinking about it ever since I showed it to you.” Seimi ran her hand across her torso once more. “To keep those muscles big and strong, you need some protein. I’ve been told mine is very good.”
Saori nodded. She wrapped her tongue around one of Seimi’s balls, taking it into her lips. Seimi gently nudged her other ball inside her mouth, filling her lips with her scrotum. The smell of her dick was going directly up Saori’s nostrils. Her own cock had already cum twice, and other than being covered in fresh semen, was still diamond hard. Seimi sketched out the shape of her shaft, paying attention to the veins and the way they went around her balls. She gripped it with her fingers, moving up and down the shaft and lightly jerking her to keep it stiff. When she felt the warmth of Saori’s cock in her hand, she could draw it from memory.
Loudly sucking on her balls didn’t distract Seimi from her work. Saori’s entire face was bright red, aroused and enamored with this woman. She had never met her until this day, but Seimi knew how to play her like they had been next door neighbors. Saori rolled her tongue around Seimi’s scrotum, dipping into her most sensitive spots. She let Seimi’s wet balls out of her mouth. The length of her cock was resting across her nose. She wanted desperately to suck on it. She hadn’t seen Seimi cum once.
“You’d rather have my shaft in your mouth than my balls,” said Seimi. “I really liked the way you were sucking on them, but if you want the main course, treat yourself. I’m the one paying you, after all.” Saori adjusted her position, letting her cock dangle above the couch as she lowered Seimi’s dick into her mouth. She could taste her own pussy juice on the shaft. Seimi forcing her to lick and slurp her own juices turned her on more than she expected. She lowered the long cock into her mouth, teasing the underside of her glans with her tongue. Seimi watched in delight as the length of her shaft disappeared into Saori’s mouth, going up to her throat.
“Oh my, you’re so greedy,” she said.
“Cock... cock...” Saori said, her words not coming through clearly. She wanted to return the favor and make Seimi cum. Seimi was looking past her, drawing Saori’s own cock. All she had left to sketch was the glans. The strokes of the pencil were thin enough to be erased, but strong enough to convey the girth of Saori’s meaty dick. She ran her hands through Saori’s hair, and gently pushed down on her head. She had finished her sketching, and wanted to reward Saori with the treat that she’d been craving.
Saori’s mouth was filled with hot cum. It filled her cheeks, forcing her to swallow the chewy cum before she choked on it. It landed in Saori’s stomach. Normally she would take a sip of her cocktail, but she was content to let the semen linger on her mouth. A drop of it remained on her lips after swallowing. Seimi told her to keep it there. It stood out against her tan. Seimi took out several colors of paint, lining them up side by side. She knew the color she needed to match Saori’s skintone, but she wanted to ask her a question first.
“What’s your favorite color?” asked Seimi.
“Red,” Saori said. “It’s hotblooded and stuff.”
“The same shade of red as your tip,” said Seimi. She unscrewed the top of the paint. It was a fresh container of her favorite kind. Even under the low light of the club, she could tell that the shade matched Saori’s glans. “Do you want to put a little of yourself into my art? A new shade. Saori Red.” The top came off, and the red paint was revealed. Saori gripped her cock, and began to stroke it. She was sensitive after cumming so many times in a row, but she didn’t want to disappoint her first customer. Seimi held the paint off to the side as Saori stood in front of her on the couch. Anyone who came in wouldn’t have seen Seimi’s eyes, the length of Saori’s dick covering them up.
“Yes, stroke it,” Seimi said. “Stroke it like you do at home.”
“I’ve... came here... more than... at home,” Saori said.
“You love seeing other peoples’ dicks, but you’re proud of your own,” said Seimi. “I can see it from the way you proudly thrust it out.”
“I want to cum! Let me cum, my stamina’s getting lower each time,” Saori said.
“This painting should have one coat applied to it before I leave,” said Seimi. “Cum for me, Saori.”
Saori’s dick spurted out globs of cum. It bubbled to the tip of her dick, dropping onto the surface of the red paint. Seimi took out a brush from her bag and dipped the bristles into the paint, stirring it around. The red pigment overpowered the color of Saori’s cum, but not the smell. Though faint, this jar of paint would smell a little like semen until it was empty. Saori placed the sketchbook on the table and bent over, thrusting her ass out towards Saori. Saori got into position behind her, resting her cock between her ass cheeks.
“You knew what I wanted without even asking. Fuck any hole. Let’s spend the remainder of our time together like this. Use one of my holes with the same intensity as you do the one at the club door,” said Seimi.
With a single thrust, her cock lubed up with cum from several ejaculations in a row, Saori thrust her dick into Seimi’s pussy. The feeling was better than she had expected. An older, more experienced pussy that had seen many cocks, futanari and otherwise, inside it over the years was now accepting her. The shape of her folds quickly adjusted to Saori’s cock, taking her extra thick member with ease. Saori thrust her hips forward, making Seimi’s heavy balls swing backward. Seimi’s scrotum knocked into Saori’s with a soft bump, the two of them rubbing their balls against each other.
Seimi’s hand remained steady. Using her special shade of Saori red, she painted the color onto the glans at the top of the painting. It was a small part of the picture, but the most important one. She held her hand over her mouth, both to hold back her moans and at how well she was capturing Saori’s dick on the page. She hastily put the brush back in the jar, gripping onto the edges of the table as Saori’s dick slammed in and out of her with a squelching sound that could be faintly heard outside their private room.
“You’re going to make me fall in love with you,” Seimi said.
“How is your pussy so good? For a woman in her 30s...” said Saori.
“I’m not old yet,” Seimi said. “My pussy’s still as ripe and fresh as the day I lost my virginity. My hungry cunt won’t be satisfied until it’s tasted your meat first.”
“Then I hope you’re ready!” Saori said. She pressed her breasts against Seimi’s back, her hard nipples digging into her skin. One of her hands grabbed Seimi’s boob, and the other went underneath her chin. Saori felt the pulsing of her cock inside Seimi’s pussy, and emptied the last of what her balls could offer. Everything, the multiple loads she had pumped onto Saori’s body, her paint, and inside her pussy, were the limit of what she could produce in one day. She had never reached the point where her dick was this exhausted.
“Clean me up,” Seimi said.
Saori pressed her nose against Seimi’s heavy scrotum and put her lips on her pussy. She sucked out her own cum from deep inside the woman, slurping everything that leaked from her vaginal folds. It was enough to make Seimi cum again, her cock drizzling down with warm cock cream. The last few minutes were spent making small talk over drinks and bar food. When Seimi’s time was up, she gave Saori an invitation to the erotic art gallery where her works would be hosted. She wanted to invite her along, since she had contributed so much.
“Thank you for visiting, please come again,” said Saori, fully dressed and seeing Seimi out.
“You’re already off your shift. I was going to go to the public baths after this,” said Seimi. “Fooling around with you got me all sweaty. Would you like to come along and clean up with me?”
“Sure!” said Saori with a smile.