You see, I was hired a few months back to work Thursday evenings behind the bar at a very posh, very exclusive swingers’ club in a beautiful old man...ion. The pay and the tips are fair, but the stories and experience are well worth the hour drive one way. That and the fact that all I wear while I’m working is a very tiny bikini bottom. If my red hair and green eyes don’t attract a little attention, my somewhat hard pink nipples usually do.The woman I’m having this conversation with is quite. "You certainly have a talent for this kind of stuff. Pretty hot!" Thanks, man. Here's the last one I'll force on you," I said as a pulled up a group-sex bisexual story in which I was a character. I knew that he was reading scenes which described me fucking pussies, sucking cocks and getting sucked. There was even a scene where I was getting fucked by another guy. And by the way, it was a true story. When he finished the story, he looked up with a puzzled expression."Why did you portray yourself. "Lick me Mat, lick my wet used pussy."He didn't need asking licked up my thighs cleaning his cum from them, making his way to my pussy, taking in the musky scent of the mix of mine and the strangers cum. He parted my lips with his fingers and stuck his tongue inside me, triggering an orgasm that rocked through me. My hips arched off the bed but Mat kept his mouth over my wetness, licking and sucking the juices from me."OH fuck Mat that was amazing!" I gasped trying to catch my breath.He kissed. I also saw few videos and masturbated while I was at home for holidays.One Sunday afternoon I started masturbating in my hostel. I covered myself with a bedsheet and started stroking my dick. As I was deeply involved in it I didn’t know that our warden walked inside the room. She came near me and asked what was i doing. I didn’t know what to tell and I started mumbling in fear. She asked me to meet her in her room after dinner. I didn’t know what to do. I was very much scared.I went to her room.