Chapter 13
The line for entering Planet Erotica was long. Everyone in the world, it seemed, was out tonight searching for fun and sex in the fast lane. The grand opening of the new club proved to be more popular than either Susan or Joe had anticipated.
"Should have come earlier," Joe muttered. Susan nodded. They had come early but apparently not early, enough. The club had opened three hours ago, but they had been in line for five. A larger than capacity crowd had showed up and they had been shut out early. They had to wait for people to leave the club before they themselves could enter it—or at least shuffle forward a few more places in line. Mercifully, they were now at the head of a line that still stretched a hundred bodies long. They would soon get their chance to experience the inner delights of Planet Erotica.
"Ooooooooo. I'd sure like to fuck that doll!"
Susan followed Joe's gaze. A young woman had just stepped out of a long white limousine. She was dressed as some sort of batgirl, yet, strangely enough, most of her costume seemed to be missing. Aside from her boots and mask, all she wore was a black leather cape. The rest of her body was completely unclad. Standing there with her legs slightly apart, she brazenly displayed her firm, youthful tits and shaved pussy. A murmur of admiration ran down the length of the line.
"She's delicious," Susan agreed.
"Hey, you!" one of the doormen shouted at the girl. "Cover up. You can only expose yourself inside the club. Do you want us to lose our license, or something?"
Pouting, the girl immediately folded her wings.
Everyone in line was dressed to suit their own particular fetishes. Susan wore the outfit she had picked out at Nell's shop. A patchwork of chains, black netting, and leather, it had not been designed to retain body heat, so she was freezing her ass off. The cloak Joe had lent her helped only a little. Her bare legs shivered and goose bumps stood out in her flesh. Still, she would not give up her spot and go home for any reason.
Joe wore a lewd mockery of medieval garb, complete with tight-fitting pants and codpiece. The codpiece, of course, was huge, and was made out of leather like his boots. Everything else was silk, from his red blouse down to his blue tights. Yet, despite the thinness of the fabric, he felt no chill. The proximity of so much female flesh kept him warm.
"Oh, man, I'd sure like to stick my dick in her mouth," Joe groaned, his eyes wandering to some other girl with large, succulent lips.
Susan shook her head and smiled. Joe was acting like a race horse eager to escape the starting gate.
A man and woman, dressed in scanty Native American costumes made mostly of cured leather, beads, and feathers, walked out of the club with their arms wrapped around each other's waists. They were obviously leaving to continue their amorous adventures in a more private setting. Their departure meant that more space was available inside. Susan and Joe looked hopefully at the head doorman, who was a huge Samoan dressed in a red uniform.
"Okay," he said, "next two."
They started past him, but a large hand suddenly descended and blocked Joe's way.
"Hey, buddy," the big doorman said to him, "where do you think you're going?"
"Inside."
"Not you. Someone else. Go back to the end of the line."
Joe glared up at the man, incensed. "Why?"
The head doorman grinned. "That oversized codpiece of yours can't fool me. You're obviously too small. No woman would want to fuck you."
Joe trembled with anger. "I'm too small, huh? You think I'm too small? I'll show you what small is!" Joe grabbed his codpiece and yanked it down. "How's that for small?"
Loud gasps erupted from the line. Several women clutched their breasts and sighed in awe at the sight of Joe's huge cock. The head doorman nodded his head, impressed.
"Nice tool."
"Damn straight it is! My wife doesn't call me horse dick for nothing!"
There were some giggles at that. The head doorman held up his hands placatingly. "Okay. No need to make a scene. It was my mistake. Go inside."
"You should make it up to me somehow, for insulting me that way," Joe said.
The doorman dug into his vest for a small slip of paper and held it out to Joe. "Here, accept this coupon as a sign of my contriteness. It's for a free drink at the bar. The house specialty is Mother's Milk. Try it."
Joe took the coupon, but was not mollified. Susan had to take his arm and forcibly drag him away.
"Imagine the nerve of that ape to try and deny me entrance!" he said to Susan. "Me! The king of cock! Why, my little head's bigger than his entire brain!"
Susan sighed. Joe just didn't get it sometimes. "He was only teasing you, Joe. He wasn't really going to refuse you admittance."
Joe chose not to believe her. He had long known that there was a conspiracy by big, tall men against small, short ones like him. He continued to mutter invectives against the head doorman as they entered the club.
The inside of Planet Erotica exceeded every one of Susan's expectations. It was a veritable feast for the sensory organs. A riot of lights, color, and human flesh dazzled her eyes. Loud, pulse-pounding music strummed her eardrums and shook her very bones. The smell of sweat and pussy juice filled her nostrils, making her heady with desire.
Joe was just as awed. "Something, huh?"
Susan nodded.
A man stood just inside the entrance waiting for her and Joe with a microphone in one hand. He was dressed in a colorful, flashy tuxedo, and his hair was parted down the middle and starched up on both sides to resemble devil's horns. Susan suddenly recognized the face underneath the heavy pancake make-up.
"Nell! What on earth are you doing here? Do you work here?"
Nell tossed his head, seemingly offended. "Work here? I own the place, darling. You should have guessed that easily enough."
Susan was flabbergasted. She hardly knew what to say next. "How ...how did you come to own this place?"
"Well, no one was buying the outfits I sold in my shop, because they had no place to wear them," he explained. "So I decided to open this place. Welcome to Planet Erotica!"
He then asked her and Joe for the names or monikers they wished to use. They thought fast and gave them. Nell flicked on his microphone and announced the new arrivals.
"And here, ladies and gentlemen, is some new flesh for your viewing and fucking pleasure. Introducing Saucy Susanna and her escort Joe Stud, King of Cock!"
Some applause broke out, but it lasted only a few seconds. Everybody quickly went back to their fucking and sucking and licking and dicking.
Joe and Susan descended a short flight of steps and waded out into the Arena, as the vast floor at the center of the club was called. It was a writhing mass of naked and half-naked bodies. People of all ages fucked and ate each other out on a variety of sexual furnishings, including beds, sofas, bean bags, and piles of cushions. Some just did it on the floor. Along the walls, stairs led to balconies for those who just wanted to watch the action. There were almost as many watchers as participants. At all levels, around the periphery of the sunken floor, there were bars and small restaurants, as well as dance stages where men and women undulated their bodies seductively to the music. The whole place was like a shopping mall for sex. For those with really exotic tastes, there was even a club within a club. Go through a special door marked 'Torture Room' and you could be strapped down and whipped by an S&M fanatic.
Susan and Joe passed that door without hesitating. They walked around in search of sexual partners, stepping over moving and unmoving bodies. Most people had already paired off or joined one of the numerous orgies going on everywhere. Sex crammed the Arena. Those people not engaged in sex, approximately half, were laying around recovering from it. Chests heaved. Sweaty limbs tangled together. To Susan it looked like some of the heaviest action had already taken place.
Suddenly, her eyes spotted a familiar figure walking towards them. He was a youthful old man wearing a cowboy hat and snake-skinned boots and nothing else. He had his arms wrapped around two naked and nubile young women who were identical twins. His dick was hard and his expression was blissful as he massaged their soft, olive-skinned flanks.
"Rick!" Susan exclaimed.
His eyes came down from heaven to notice her. "Sarah."
"Susan," she corrected him. "My name is Susan."
"Oh, right. Well, Susan, look at what I found here. Lola and Nena! I told you about them, didn't I?" Susan shook her head. "No? Well, I should have, by golly! I fucked these two beauties on their eighteenth birthday a couple of years back in Santa Fe. I fucked their virginities right out of them and turned them into cock-hungry sluts. Isn't that right, girls?"
Lola and Nena smiled and hugged him tightly. One of them licked his nipple.
"Well," Rick continued, "I'm going to find my clothes and take these horny bitches home. I still haven't got new shocks for it yet, but that's okay. I like the rocking my van makes. Helps me sleep, if you know what I mean."
He winked at her and then continued on. Susan looked at Joe to gauge his reaction to Rick, but the whole encounter had apparently escaped his notice. He was looking down at a skinny black girl who was smiling up at him from where she reclined alone on some cushions. The girl had obviously been fucked recently because her face and inner thighs were smeared with semen. Yet, the look she gave Joe clearly indicated that she was ready for another go at it.
"My name's Rachelle," she said. "What's yours?"
"Joe."
"Are you truly the King of Cock, like that man said?"
Joe pushed down his tights and showed her. Rachelle's eyes went wide and she shivered with delight. "Oh, my!" Without asking for permission, she grabbed his thick, fleshy rope and pulled him down onto the cushions with her. She had no clothes to remove so she helped him with his. Soon, she had his dick plunging and splashing furiously into her juicy cunt while she cried out with wild-eyed enthusiasm.
Susan watched on the sidelines for a while and then decided she wanted to join in. Undoing the latches on the cups of her garment to expose her breasts and pussy, she knelt down to lick the black girl's perky little tits. Rachelle, stiffening, abruptly pushed her away.
"I don't like girls," she said. "And I don't like company when I'm fucking."
Joe looked at Susan and shrugged. "Sorry."
Sighing, Susan rose to her feet and wandered away. It seemed unfair to her that Joe should get lucky first. After all, she was the main force behind his sexual renaissance.
Over the next several minutes, she went from place to place, looking for a man or woman to fuck. She preferred a man, but none, remarkably, seemed interested in her. Most were worn out from humping too much. Susan came upon one huge black man who lay gasping for breath amid six naked female bodies. She recognized him immediately.
"Tyrell!"
Tiredly, he cracked open an eye and looked up at her. "Hey, baby. Fancy meeting you here. Just arrive?"
Susan nodded. "Can I join you?"
Tyrell looked around him at his small harem, most of whom appeared just as sweaty and exhausted as himself. "Naw. I just fucked these bitches two or three times each. I don't have any juice left in me. I'm surprised my pecker hasn't broken off."
Susan sighed. "Oh, well, see you."
"Yeah, see you, baby. Catch you next time, okay?"
"Okay."
She wandered away again, depressed. It seemed she was being punished for entering the club too late. Most of the men she saw here were like Tyrell—burnt out. Only the women seemed to have energy to spare. Many of them were wandering around looking for men just like her. Frustrated, some switched tactics and began to hunt other women. Susan saw one female approaching her from a distance. She wore a black and orange striped tiger suit and mask. It hugged her slinky, feline body like a second skin. As she came closer, Susan realized that it was skin she was seeing. The tiger suit was actually body paint. The female, whose hair was dyed into stripes as well, was totally naked except for this. Susan stopped and waited for her.
"Hello," the tiger girl said as she came up to Susan. "Hi."
"What's your name?"
"Susan."
The tiger girl abruptly kissed her on the mouth and stuck a finger up her vagina. Susan's surprised utterance was muffled by the other girl's hard-pressing lips. Stepping back, the tiger girl then withdrew her finger and tasted it.
"Mmmmmmm. You look and taste delicious, Susan. My name's Kitty. Mind if I eat you?"
Susan shook her head. She would not mind at all. Her body was shaken and aroused by what had just happened to her. Kitty pushed her down upon a mattress and fell on top of her, forcing her legs apart with her knees. Her hot cunt ground into Susan's.
"Oh!" Susan gasped.
Kitty's tongue plunged into her mouth. Susan tried to capture and swallow it with her own. The two slippery organs danced around each other, nuzzling and petting like a pair of miniature lovers. Susan tasted Kitty's saliva, which was gushing from her glands as rapidly as her own.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured.
Kitty was really turning her on. Susan felt her body go into turbo mode, gunning for full-speed acceleration. As her limbs entwined with Kitty's, frenzied in their desire to explore her flesh, her heart beat out of control. Air burst in and out of her nostrils explosively, unable to nourish her lungs fast enough. Sweat broke out on her skin in a futile effort to cool down her mad rush of sensations. Grabbing Kitty's painted buttocks, she thrust upwards with her hips, seeking to penetrate Kitty with her erect clit. The wet smack of pussies sent an electric thrill coursing through Susan's system. Compulsively, she thrust into her partner again and again and again.
Kitty felt Susan's urgency and responded. She sucked her tongue back into her mouth and began to slide her body downward. Her lips glided across Susan's neck and breasts, kissing them, depositing saliva, while her hard nipples left deep furrows in Susan's soft, feverish skin. It was manifest where Kitty was going with her mouth. Susan quivered with anticipation.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
Kitty's lips continued their provocative journey downward, kissing, licking, and nibbling, aiming for the center of Susan's sexual being. Susan, impatient, held Kitty's head between both hands and applied forceful, guiding pressure. Kitty's mouth crossed the soft expanse of her belly and crested her denuded mound. Her tongue snaked out and traced Susan's delicate cunt lips, teasing them, causing them to flutter. To Susan, this was torture of the worst kind. She spasmed, releasing a torrent of juice.
"Lick my pussy!" she cried, begging. "Lick my pussy! For God's sake, I can't stand it any longer!"
Kitty complied. Her tongue flicked in and out of Susan's pussy rapidly, rubbing her rigid clit. Susan moaned and squirmed and rocked her head from side to side. Juice poured out of her cunt in rivers, yet it was not enough to quench her burning yearning. Kitty lapped up and swallowed some of her tart emission, but mostly she concentrated on tickling Susan's clit with her tongue. Tormented, Susan thrust her hips at Kitty, humping her face with her cunt, smearing her juice all over it. An explosive force was building up inside her and taking control of her body. Then Kitty plunged her teeth into her torrid opening and nibbled on her clit. Suddenly, Susan felt the tingling in the small organ intensify into a numbing pang. Her eyes went wide in disbelief as she realized she was ready to orgasm. This was quick even for her.
"I'm going to cum!" she cried. "Oh, God, I think I'm going to cum!"
Inexplicably, Kitty's warm tongue vacated her pussy, just as that wonderful thing was about to happen.
"Hey!" Susan protested. "Why did you stop?"
Kitty did not answer her. Her attention was directed elsewhere. Susan sat up and looked around. She saw that the lights had suddenly dimmed and the music was fading out. A spotlight appeared on Nell standing on a small stage in the middle of the Arena with a microphone in one hand. He tapped it with a finger to make sure it was on.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please." He paused and waited for more people to stop fucking and listen to him. "Please, ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. I have a very special entrance to announce, one which you are sure to enjoy. The person you are about to see is more myth than man, more god than mortal. He comes to us all the way from the ancient island of Crete, across oceans of time. He has very kindly consented to grace this club with his presence for one night only. That's right, one night! Please put your hands together for this very special personage as he comes in. Introducing Minos the Minotaur!"
A gong sounded and the spotlight swung from Nell to a side entrance. Two large double doors opened and in came a parade the likes of which Susan had never seen before.
First came three young women clad in diaphanous strips of silk that did little to conceal their feminine charms. Susan recognized two of the girls, the tall, leggy blonde and the large-breasted redhead, from the bar she met Rick at several months before. The small, petite brunette, however, was new to her. The lovely trio seeded the path with flower petals and danced to the reedy music that was played by the unusual marching band that followed.
The twelve members of this band, all men, wore wooden sandals and white togas in the ancient Greek tradition. The instruments that they plucked or pounded or blew through were equally archaic, something that Homer would have sung his tale of the fall of Troy to thousands of years ago. Without pause in beat or footstep they followed the girls, heralding what entered next.
And then came Minos.
"God!" Kitty breathed. "He's beautiful!"
Susan nodded.
Minos was truly a God of a man. He sat in a litter that was borne upon the shoulders of four strong men. His tall, tan body rippled with wave after wave of muscle, highlighted by his shaved, well-oiled skin. He wore a golden loincloth around his waist and an enormous bull's head with gilded horns upon his broad shoulders. Susan could hear the lustful sighs of the women around her. Here was beefcake incarnate.
The entire retinue made three circuits of the Arena, pursued by cheers and lusty applause, before arriving at the center stage. Nell made room for Minos to be set down there.
"Minos has graciously agreed to have sex with one special lady tonight," Nell announced. "Just one. The catch is you have to get in line and present yourselves to him. Minos will pick the woman who pleases him the most."
Kitty immediately stood up, eyes bright. "Maybe if I get there first he'll choose me," she said.
"Hey!" Susan protested. "Aren't you going to finish licking my pussy?"
Kitty gave her a queer look. "Why should I settle for pussy when I can have cock?"
Susan could think of no rebuttal to that argument and so let Kitty go. She lay there and watched countless women stream past her. She was tempted to join them, but felt she had no chance with Minos. There were so many beautiful women here tonight that one of them would surely catch his fancy first. And besides, she was tired of waiting in long lines. She looked over at Minos and it appeared that he was looking right back at her with his bovine eyes. But of course that was silly, because those weren't really his eyes.
She watched Minos lean towards Nell, who stood right beside him. Nell nodded his head and spoke into his microphone. "Ladies, may I have your attention again please," he said. "Minos has just directed me to say that the lucky lady who wins his heart tonight will also win a home. Yes, ladies, a home! Free and clear! No mortgage payments! And don't be afraid to step up, because of the competition. Minos has scanned the Arena and already knows which lady he wants!"
More women rose to their feet, among them Susan. What the hell, she thought, I could use a free home. Her chances were slim, but much slimmer if she didn't present herself at all.
The line was already quite long by the time Susan joined it, but it moved along quite rapidly. Minos was very fast. He dismissed female after attractive female with a simple wave of his hand. Some women tried to sway him by showcasing their assets. They flaunted their tits and bent over and spread their cunts for him in big juicy smiles. But he was merciless with them, too. Everyone got the boot, even the young batgirl whom everyone had admired so much outside the club. Then, much sooner than she had expected it, it was Susan's turn. She stepped forward timidly.
"Hello," she said, waving and smiling bashfully.
She expected to be dismissed right away like all the others, but that was not the case. Minos did nothing, said nothing. He just sat in his chair unmoving, staring at her.
A hush fell.
Susan did not know what to make of this. She felt stupid standing there with everyone watching her. Had she been dismissed, but had just not seen it? Afraid that this was the case, she began to back away.
"Stop."
She froze. It was Minos who had said that. His voice sounded deep and rumbling coming from his Minotaur's head.
Susan waited. For a long moment, nothing more happened. Then, suddenly, Minos stood up and tore away his loincloth. Everyone gasped. Minos was wearing a hard-on! A huge hard-on! His dick towered nearly nine inches tall.
Knowing herself chosen, Susan was thrilled.
"Bring her," Minos said.
His three slave girls grabbed Susan by the upper arms and dragged her forward. It was a good thing, too, because she didn't feel as though she had the strength to walk anymore. They deposited her on her knees at Minos's feet. He stared down at her small, trembling form.
"Prove your worth and lick me." He thrust his cock at her.
Susan stared at that beautiful piece of meat waving before her eyes. Her lightheadedness passed as a sexual hunger filled her. As everyone in Planet Erotica watched, she stuck out her tongue and licked Minos's cock along its entire length, slowly, sensuously, from the trunk upwards. When she reached his purple dome, Minos shuddered.
"You are worthy."
Wild applause broke out. Susan smiled in relief. The three slave girls stood her up and removed her clothing. She now wore only her spiked high heels. Minos stared at her for a moment and then brought his hands up to her face. He caressed her lips, cheeks, and jawbones, exploring them. Susan licked and sucked the index finger he offered her, taking it into her mouth and going down on it as if it were a small cock. Minos's groan was magnified and deepened by his heavy mask. He let his other hand slide downward to fondle her breasts and stroke her supple belly. Susan shivered, unbelievably titillated.
Minos looked over at one of his big litter bearers and nodded. The litter bearer barked an order to the other three and they all took up poles. They erected the poles at the four corners of the stage and stretched white cloth between them. People outside the makeshift palisade groaned and muttered, their view of the action spoiled. Yet, Susan found herself enjoying the greater privacy. Before, there had simply been too many eyes watching her for her to completely relax.
Minos gripped her gently by the waist. They sank downward onto the silk cushions that had been spread out upon the stage. Minos was breathing heavily in excitement. Susan too. He took his finger out of her mouth and inserted it into her pussy, wiggled it around.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Susan moaned.
She was really alive down there. Her cunt was gushing cock lubricant. She hoped the silk cushions weren't as expensive as they looked. She squirmed as Minos fucked her with his finger, torturing her erect clit. His other hand wandered up and down her body and awakened every nerve cell on her skin. He zeroed in on her upthrust nipples and gave each a little tweak, the last one harder than the first. Susan gasped and bucked, unable to stand the torment.
"Fuck me, Minos! Fuck me now please!"
Minos stopped tormenting her nipples and love button. He spread her thighs and knelt between them. Holding his cock in his hand, he traced the outside of her slick pussy and rubbed her naked mound with his dome. Susan shivered. Feeling that cock just outside her entrance made her burn with anticipation and yearning. Minos was a very cruel god. She threw her head back, writhing in erotic agony.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
She broke out in a sweat. The three girls took up large ostrich plumes and fanned her and Minos's body. Yet nothing could cool her down. In fact, they only fanned the flames of her desire even higher. Whimpering, she thrust her hips at Minos, silently begging him to plunge his meat into her, to not postpone her satisfaction any longer. Finally, he assented. Grabbing handfuls of ass, he lifted her hips off the cushions and brought her cunt to the level of his throbbing cock. Susan felt his warmth and hardness immediately spear into her. Her eyes went wide.
She gasped.
She shuddered.
His cock felt so damn fucking good in her cunt!
Minos began pounding away at Susan's raised midsection. His savage strokes jarred her bones. He truly had the strength of a bull. She thrust her hips at him to meet his every dive, wanting to feel his cock deep inside her. His large balls battered her anus, sending reverberations throughout her heaving body. Her clit rang like a bell. The pain that he gave her was exquisite. This was far from the mercy she had expected. Rather than finding release, the ache in her cunt intensified. Her mind soared to carnal heights.
"Oh, God!" she cried.
Susan's clit was still sensitized from Kitty's licking. That tingling was now reawakened in full force. It was like Minos was merely taking over from where the girl had left off. Consequently, her resistance to orgasm crumbled rapidly. Bit by bit, the explosive force built up within her, causing her limbs to tense in expectation. Her breathing became deeper and more strained. All she needed was a spark to ignite her.
Minos, realizing that she was close to cumming, made a mad dash to catch up with her. His cock drilled into her cunt hard and fast, so hard that he sent Susan sliding across the cushions. The red-haired girl dropped her fan and held her down by the shoulders to keep her still. Her massive tits brushed Susan's face, the nipples as hard as the cock which strummed her clit like a bow on a violin. Susan heard that music all too well. Already tottering, she quickly fell off the edge. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her eyes and mouth went wide in shock as the explosive energy was released within her. She jack knifed.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" she screamed.
The sweet ecstasy that flooded her system was too much to endure. She bit down on one of the red-haired girl's nipples. The owner of that nipple. Susan would not let go of it, could not let go of it. She no longer had control over her body. It was being carried along helplessly in the throes of orgasm, thrashing, kicking, and writhing.
Minos continued pumping her and she continued to spasm. He groaned loudly as his own climax hit. His hot jism spilled into Susan's cavity, filling up every niche. This eruption triggered more earthquakes in her. Wave after wave of orgasms rocked her body, more than she could possibly count. Her hips bucked wildly, jolted by electrical current. Her bliss was unendurable.
If only it could last forever.
Slowly, very slowly, the violent storm abated. Her body stopped tossing about in its wake. Collapsing to the floor, she released the nipple in her mouth. The red-haired girl quickly retreated with it, clutching it protectively. Susan paid no attention to her. Her mind was lost among the clouds. She could not believe what she had just gone through. She must have set a world record for orgasms. She closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side.
"Oh, man!" she breathed. "Oh, man!"
Minos left his dick in her, though his own climax had run its course as well. Susan welcomed it residency. It and his creamy discharge felt warm and soothing inside her, no longer a source of trauma. He stabbed a few more times into her for good measure and then stopped, his whole body sagging. He was breathing just as heavily as she.
Susan opened her eyes after she had regained some strength. She surveyed Minos's beautiful, sweat-drenched body. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar to her. A memory tugged at the corners of her mind.
"Well, am I ever going to get to see your face?" she asked.
Minos nodded and bent forward. "Take off my mask."
Susan put both hands on the Minotaur head and slowly pulled it off. She gasped in recognition at the face that was revealed.
"Howard!"
He smiled at her. "Surprise."