Crazier Sex: The Dungeon

Literotic asexstories – Crazier Sex: The Dungeon by HotCosmo,HotCosmo
All characters in this story are above 18. The story is set in 2030 when things like STDs and unwanted pregnancies don’t happen.

This is one of the first times that I have written an erotic story and the first time it’s so raunchy. I hope you like it and I love to know what you think about it.

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THE DUNGEON

The locker room was almost empty when Alan entered. He knew people started to arrive at 10 p.m. but he preferred to go at 11 p.m., when most of the newbies had gotten the mood or had cleared off if it wasn’t their thing.

From the first changing cubicle came a husky man with a black mask covering his eyes and a robe covering his body. He should be fifty-something and had silver hair. The man bit his lips looking at Alan and letting him in with a smile.

Alan noticed his dick waking up and his briefs trying to contain it. “We haven’t entered yet and you’re already in this state,” he joked with himself.

Alan took off his sweatshirt and t-shirt, showing his upper body. An athletic frame with well-defined muscles. He was smooth, with no hair from his nose to his feet. It’s not like Alan didn’t love hair, on his own body or on the bodies of his partners, but after a time moving on this world, he knew his smooth slender, and muscular style worked really well in the Dungeon. Not the favorite of everyone but good for the diversity of Alan’s interests.

He took lube from his backpack and lowered the back part of his gray sweatpants and briefs, letting his dick press with the front part of his underwear. It wasn’t the first time that he started fingering his ass to end jerking off. A waste jizz was unacceptable so soon of the night.

He pressed his finger firmly, making sure that every part was well-lubed and his inside as flexible as possible. After five minutes and with several moans that had turned more than half of the remaining folks in the locker up, he was able to introduce his whole hand without problem.

He put the lube bottle inside his back and searched for the clothes in his messy backpack which was filled with unnecessary stuff. Like a good amount of jockstrap. He had matured from his jockstrap phase two years ago and they were still there.

He finally found his white socks. He took off the rest of the clothes and put on the sport white socks. He fixed his black short ringlets with his fingers.

“It will end badly soon, but it’s better to make a good first impression,” he said to himself, winking at the mirror.

He made a quick cheek to his mental list. Sexy incredible hair, cheek; white sucks to highlight your tanned skin, cheek; ass prepared for action, cheek; dick, he grabbed his cook and shook it. ‘Hard but half-mast. I’m gonna need some help with that.’

Alan got out of the cubicle and headed to the lockers to save his backpack. At his side, there were two young guys in briefs and tank tops looking at him and thinking that they had been subtle. Not only were their peaks evident but also their expressions were it.

Alan smiled at them. “I can assure you that ‘less is better’ is something that applies very well to the clothes in this place.” He passed by the side of the red-faced guys who weren’t able to cover their shame up.

The halfway took him to the Central Hall, a round bar with soft music and dark light. The chilliest room in the place and the perfect spot to take a break or find someone to play with.

“A?” Allan looked at his side where the middle-aged marriage who called him was laid.

“Hey, you two, how is it going?” Allan said with a friendly smile.

The Johnsons were a middle-class couple formed by Melinda, a sexy elementary teacher; and Luke, a stud firefighter.

After 25 years of marriage and raising two kids, they started to expand their relationship to new horizons. In other words, they liked adding a third person in their bed from time to time. A position that Alan had been delighted to cover since they met three years ago in this very same place.

“Great, we’re going to the Swapping Hall. Do you want to join us?” Melisa said, biting his lower lips and looking at the private, maybe at that moment more public than private, parts of Alan.

Alan thought about the idea for a moment, going with the Jonshson had some handicaps. Although he was going to play some one-on-one game to begin and Melisa was a sweet appetizer, the main plate was going to be a team game, the kind of thing that was hard to get outside the Dungeon.

“I’m sorry guys. I was searching for another thing tonight, but you have my number any other night.” A polite way to say that they could meet in another moment. “If this isn’t the day that the old man is willing to prove new things.”

Luke was a recurrent fantasy of Alan when he was stroking it. It wasn’t only his absolutely gorgeous black frame covered in hair, it was also the huge bulge of the man.

“I’m sorry, A, but this thing,” Luke said, squeezing his parts and creating a very clear mark of the more-than-ten-inches dick under the boxer. “was made for girl pussy. But as I always said, you will be the first to know if I change my mind.”

Alan’s dick twitched and drop a little drop of precum on the floor before the idea of being hard fucked for the stud. Alan had been a first-line spectator of how the man used his tool, that long thrusts with a strong blow to the final were just amazing.

Melisa couldn’t help but giggle while Luke smiled proudly. Maybe he wasn’t into fucking guys, but the idea of Alan, a sexy young man who had fucked his wife like he would define ‘a real man’ was willing to submit to his cock made him feel like the definitive alpha male, the last link in the chain. That was more a fun fantasy than reality. Alan was willing to submit before a lot of people.

Melisa got up and kissed Alan passionately. “Well, we’re gonna let you go. It’s not right that my husband is tempting you when you have some real fun around.”

Alan kissed Melisa back, using more tongue than her and biting her lip at the end. “It’s always a pleasure to see you two,” he said, preparing to go.

Luke offered his hand and both men shook hands with more strength than necessary, starting to mark in red their hand in the forearm of the other.

“I think we can meet soon, A. My wife needs a reminder that there is nothing outside better than she has at home.”

“I’ll be pleased to give her the attention that she deserves. There is nothing bad in asking for help, at your age it is normal to lose stamina.”

Both men growled in unison while Melisa’s nipples got hard under her translucent brat. After all, it was the dynamic that she loved, two powerful men, one young and energetic and the other old and experienced, competing to pleasure her.

Alan went to the Surprise Rooms, leaving the marriage to go to their switching activities.

People looked at him during his walk. The club hadn’t more dress rules than you must show at least fifty percent of your skin. For most people, this meant using underwear and an undershirt or some kind of mask until they were in some room.

Alan’s first time in the Dungeon had been a complete mask, tank top, briefs, and socks. He fulfilled the rule just for a bit. It had been a long process since he was an eighteen-year-old boy looking for himself to become a confident man who only needed his socks.

The surprise room was the perfect way to warm up. A room without toys because the other tongue was the toy. Licking, sucking, and biting were allowed in that place where the game was being tasted and tasting others in a one-on-one.

There was a redheaded young man at the desk. Alan approached to get the symbol of the room where he was going to taste a stranger.

“Hello, sir. Do you have some preferences?” The redhead man asked. Another advantage of going almost naked was that the staff didn’t waste Alan’s time explaining how the place worked.

“Not at all. My mom taught me to eat everything,” Alan said with a playful smile.

“Triangle door sir. There is another player there waiting already,” the guy said in the same monotonous and professional tone that he had had during the conversation. Alan wasn’t expecting any other way, they were on duty, but he was too into character, and horny, at that moment to not tease everyone around.

“Thank you,” Alan said, heading into the long corridor with red curtains on both sides.

“It is my pleasure, sir. And remember, say ‘Safe Word’ if you need a break.'”

Alan walked slowly through the narrow corridor, the sound of moans was almost aphrodisiac to him. Finally, the symbol of the triangle was just next to a small frame covered with a curtain.

He pulled back and entered the small room, tripping with black high heels, which were placed next to the step of the door.

It was one of the simplest rooms but more than enough for the game. Especially with the gorgeous woman who was fixing her hair in a small mirror on the other side.

She was totally naked except for the silver square glasses that she used.

“Hello, it’s a pleasure. You can call me A,” Alan said, offering his hand to shake.

She shook Alan’s hand with a shy smile. “The pleasure is mine, my name is … you can call me Heels,” she stuttered while her cheeks blushed, which was very evident considering her pale skin.

Heels had a pretty body, slim but fit, with the central line of her abs well marked from her belly button to his big tits. Alan wasn’t especially into big tits, although there was something in these firm, almost weightless ones that was hypnotizing him.

“I know that ladies should go first, but do you care if I start?” Alan said with a confident smile.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Heels said, biting one of her nails.

Alan gently pushed her against the wall and went forward with her right nipple. Sucking it slightly. She was taller than average girls, with the heels she should have been of Alan’s height, which allowed him to taste that tits without complicated posture.

The room filled with Heel’s moans. With each suck and bit on her nipples, she screamed for pleasure while his pussy started getting wet. Most people would have gone straight for a kiss to feel that incredible vibration that only a screamer could transmit, but most players weren’t as promiscuous as Alan Garcia, who had dedicated almost every free minute in his four years on the university fucking and being fucked with anyone interested.

His experience said that there was a thing that had to wait at least until the other person was close to the first orgasm. With guys, it was sucking their dicks, and with girls, it was kissing.

Alan slowly downed, licking the abs line until he got into the perfectly shaved cunt. He moved his tongue through the lips and clitoris, making Heels scream louder. She bit her own finger realizing that even by the standards of the Dungeon, it was too much, especially in one of the no-soundproof rooms

“A, please, can we change positions?” she begged between moans.

“Of course,” Alan agreed in a not-very enthusiastic way. He was an experienced player. He had his pride put into teaching Heels what play in the Dungeon means. Besides, cumming first would be a shame for him.

Despite his inner lack of enthusiasm, he tried to seem pleased with the idea. After all, he was dealing with a newbie. Not letting her test her tempo and having control of the situation would turn the experience into a bad memory to Heels and a mark on the counter of how jerk Alan was. A counter that he was trying hard to set it to the minimum after the last year.

He got up, kissing his path until Heels’ chin, where he played a little sucking it and briefly touching her downer lip with the upper of him. Heels exhaled all the air of her lungs before the electrifying sensation of both lips touching.

He made room for her and rested his butt on the wooden table while Heels took a deep breath, looking lasciviously at Alan who was displaying his smooth muscular body to her.

She went to him, headed to his lips. He put a finger between their mouths, they were literally separated by less than an inch. They could smell the minty other’s breath.

“I’m sorry Heels. I have a strong policy of ‘kisses only for dessert’,” he said.

“You’re cruel,” she said with a sweet voice.

“And you’re greedy. I have plenty of sexy zones for you to taste.”

“You know what, A. You’re right.” The voice of Heels sounded strangely determined and confident.

She bit Alan’s right ear lobe making Alan do one of his bitchy moans. He took control of himself and got back to the character, growling instead of moaning. Heels lowered through his neck and sucked it several times until she made a mark, a perfect hickey. Then she raised Alan’s arm and started to lick the sweat on the armpit that he had produced during the time they were in the room.

“Fuck, you’re kinky, Heels,” Alan said awaking the mischievous smile of Heels.

Alan felt little remorse. If we had known that the newbie was into the hard stuff that he loved, he would have tasted more interesting and less traditional parts. An error that he was going to solve in the next change of positions.

She kept her travel to Alan’s dick, making a stop at his belly button, where she did a display of her oral skills playing his the hole. A show to let him know what he could expect in the next part.

When she was next to his dick, she looked up, just into Alan’s eyes with an angry glance. She grabbed it and kissed the right of the base. Then stroke the dick which was longer than her head.

“Don’t be a bad girl, Heels,” Alan said between growls. “This is a place to play with your mouth.”

“You’re right as always, A.”

She started licking from the size of the shaft, heading slowly to the top of it. The half-mast became a full mast thanks to the soft warm mouth of Heels.

She had to get up slightly to face the new angle of the hard rock cock. She took the tip in her mouth and cleaned the constant drop of jizz on Alan’s member. It wouldn’t be very productive with the speed at which the boy replaced it, but she was enjoying the taste so much.

Then she took it inside, more than half of his dick was now inside of Heels, from there, the rest was entering inch to inch until she was touching smooth Alan’s pubis with her nose. Alan couldn’t help but admire the control of her gag reflex.

She took it off covered in saliva and she looked again into Alan’s eyes. “A, I beg you, fuck my mouth,” she said with a sweet but lustful tone.

Alan licked his lips before the unexpected petition of Heels. He had other plans but he didn’t have the heart to let the petition from the sweet newbie down. Anyway, the plan of making her reach the climax before him hadn’t changed.

“How could I say not?”

He separated his ass from the table, lifting his hands as support. Heels put the tip of the dick inside, and Alan moved his hips up and down, at a fast pace. Heels moaned each time it reached the throat, giving Alan a sensation similar to his male masturbator. He sped up, with each thrust, Alan’s balls crashed into Heels’ chin. Increasing the pleasure that the guy felt.

“Fuck, Heels. This entered the top ten best blowjobs of my life.” Coming from Alan this was a great compliment.

Although he increased the pace again, the risk of cumming was low. He kept his breath constant and firm, controlling the orgasm that Heels’ mouth was willing to get.

The woman looked at Alan’s face with a defiant look. He didn’t notice because he had his eyes closed. Heels’ grabbed Alan’s ass and increased the pace of the thrust, but it wasn’t enough to milk someone with Alan’s practice.

Determined not to lose, she put her index finger inside of Alan’s ass.

“Ahh, Heels,” he growled. “This is against the rules. But you know what, fuck the rules.”

Alan’s nipples got hard as a rock and his dick got this extra hardness that Alan’s dick only achieved thanks to a good anal play. She was doing it great, she was caressing the bulb of his prostate like a pro. Too much like a pro.

The lack of blood on his head had made it difficult for him to realize, but with all the pieces on the table, it was too obvious.

“I’m used to bigger things, making my cum it’s not so easy, even for an experienced player like you,” he said.

Heels decreased the pace until she put off the dick, but she still grabbed it. Her naive expression turned into a more professional and mature one but with an amused and lustful smile.

“Do you notice?” She said, stroking Alan’s dick slowly.

“It wasn’t hard. Finding the prostate is complicated, especially in my case that it’s more internal than most men.”

“You can’t blame a girl for playing hard,” she said, using her sweet and naive voice again

Alan smiled. “That’s not playing hard, it’s playing dirty.”

She got up, bringing his face closer to his. “In our league, they aren’t different. To put in his place a dominant, overconfident, straight man, I have to use the weapons that work for them.”

“Ohh, Heels. You’re making a lot of false assumptions about me,” he put his mouth close to her ear. “Dominant, at times; overconfident, I think I show you that was more than deserved confidence; straight, not even my dick is straight.”

Heels bit her lips while sucking his lips. The arousal of both increased with the idea of a playmate, more when they thought about the other like an opponent.

Heels headed towards her heels at the door of the small room. She put on it slowly, showing a sexier figure, if it was possible.

“Then we’re gonna need a more appropriate playfield. I was thinking in the Jail.” She smiled mischievously at Alan.

He smiled back. “I like how you think Heels.”

Alan and Heels walked to the central hall. If Alan alone attracted attention, both were the next level. No one was subtle at that point, they were fucked by the lustful eyes of a bunch of people. There was a special someone who hadn’t lost sight of Alan since he had repaired the central hall, someone with a predatory look-

“Wait a second, Heels,” Alan said. He approached the barman. “A sports drink, please. Do you want anything, Heels?”

She shook her head and rested her arm on the table while the barman went for Alan’s drink.

“Already tired A,” she said with a mocking tone.

“As an athlete, I know the importance of correct hydration. How do you think that the elasticity and firmness of this butt are kept?”

Heels took Alan’s words like a proposition, which wasn’t far away from reality, Alan was open to almost everything that didn’t leave a permanent mark. She spanked him with enough strength to mark in red her fingers.

“A good ass, I have to admit,” she said.

“Yours don’t look bad either,” he said, grabbing her butt and massaging it.

“Your drink sir.” The barman passed him a paper. Alan wrote his data, gave it back, and picked his drink. Water and juice entered the price of the Dungeon, but the rest of the food and no alcoholic drink, alcohol was forbidden there, had to be paid when you left.

“Well, I guess that a big man like you can hydrate and walk at the same time.”

“Sure,” Alan said and took a drink.

The illumination of the hallway to the Jail was higher than most of the Donguon, letting them easily analyze each other. The skin of Heels was perfect, like in movies or beauty advertising, and his hair was blacker than Alan’s. It was a beautiful contrast between her pale white skin and her dark black hair.

“Are you sure that you want to go to the Jail? I think you’re too young for the hard stuff, little bird” Heels said, making fun of him.

Alan raised a brow, trying to not enter into her mental games. Alan was used to trash talk. “We’re about the same age,” he said.

“Twenty-eight.” She turned and started to walk backward looking at Alan with a concentrated glace. “Let me guess. Junior, so twenty-one, not, twenty-two. Someone should put his head into books instead of pussy.”