prude.
that entry, you’ll definitely want to skip this one as well. But just to explain
things, I was not the one getting gangbanged, nor was I part of any gang that
was doing said banging. But such a situation is what this entry is about, so
it’ll have a fair bit of sexual content. None involving me this time, though, so
if you want to perve on sexual stuff but not if it involves me, go right ahead
and read this one.)
After yesterday’s
morning surprise I napped a bit more then made my way home. Everybody who was
still there was dead asleep, and while I was happy to sleep more, I did want to
get home. I left H. & M.’s place around 1 and got home just after 2.
Shower. Lunch. Relaxing.
Napping.
H. popped online around
3:30 and I chatted with her and M. for a bit. It seems R. told them both what
she had done and they wanted to tease me about it. ^.^ I don’t embarrass easily,
so I teased back, telling them to let R. know that she’s a wicked girl and
should wake boys up before playing with them. (In her defense, she was also
complimentary about my cock in the telling of her story to them, so I guess
she’s not too terribly wicked.)
H. told
me that M. and R. were going to go to a “happening bar” that evening and they
wanted to know if I’d go with
them.
A little explanation
here.
A “happening bar” is a kind
of a sex/swing club. It’s a bar, but they allow the patrons to do pretty much
anything they want once they’ve paid their way in. Public sex – okay. Watching
others have sex – okay. Having sex with other couples – okay. Pretty much
anything goes. Most of them have “playrooms” set up where you can get more
comfortable and have a slight sense of privacy. It’s not that private, since the
playrooms have one way mirrors so others who don’t want to join in (or haven’t
been invited to) can watch what others are doing. But it’s not all full-on
bang-who-you-feel-like
debauchery.
There are
rules:
1. No touching anybody else
without their consent. Just because somebody is naked or messing around with
another person, that doesn’t give you free reign to cop a
feel.
2. Only join a couple or group if
asked. Don’t be the person asking everybody in the place if you can hook up with
them. Some people go there just to play and be watched, and don’t swing at
all.
3. Do not try to break up a
couple. (No explanation needed, I should
think.)
4. Most happening bars are
straight places. Girl/girl stuff is okay, but not
boy/boy.
Now, I didn’t make those up,
and they weren’t posted anywhere. That’s just the advice H. gave me. It all
seems pretty reasonable,
though.
I met up with M. and R.
in Shinjuku at 10:30 last night, and we headed over to the bar. Even though it
was late (by the clock) when we got there, the bar was pretty quiet. It seems
these places get busy rather late, so I guess technically we were kind of early.
Happening bars all have a tiered
pricing scheme for their cover charge. Single ladies get in the cheapest –
?2,000 at the place we went to. Couples pay ?5,000 to get in and
single guys have to pay ?10,000. Most places also charge a membership fee
the first time you go there. We told the “master” (not a BDSM thing, just the
name for the owner/manager in all these places) that H. said we should come to
this bar. He was all, “aaaah! H.-chan!” and didn’t charge us the membership fee,
which was very cool.
Even though the
cover charge can be a bit steep, it covers everything inside the bar – drinks
(alcoholic and non-), condoms and use of any sort of “gear” they have available.
This place had a bunch of cosplay outfits for women (schoolgirl, policewoman,
race queen) and an assortment of bondage gear (ropes, cuffs, blindfolds,
harnesses, etc.).
We sat at the bar,
ordered drinks and took in the scene. There were a couple single guys at the
other end of the bar, and a few couples sitting here and there at some of the
tables. Nobody was doing much of anything, so we sat and
talked.
A few more couples came in and
sat on the couches, and two single women came in and sat at the bar. M. and R.
chatted with the women, but I was left out of everything due to not knowing the
language yet. M. was nice enough to translate most of it for me, and she and R.
both tried setting me up with the single girls, but neither of them was into
foreign guys. Too bad, because one of them (Taka) was kinda
cute.
Oh
well.
Nothing much was happening
with the people at the bar, so we took up seats on the couches near a pair of
couples that was clearly there together. Apparently they just like the scene and
the atmosphere of the club, since none of them did a thing all night long. The
girls did put on cosplay outfits, but didn’t do anything “in character.”
Pity, since one of them put on
the policewoman outfit.
It looked
like nothing much was going to happen with anybody, and then a big group of guys
came in. There were eight of them, all about 25 or so. Average looking guys, I
suppose, but R. really like them. Said they were just her
type.
Well, there went my
chances of getting another handy (or anything else) from
her…
She started chatting them
up, and they were happy for that. They’d had to pay the membership fee as well
as the entrance fee, so that was ?20,000
EACH
they’d just paid to get in. They were asking if there were any better happening
bars to go to, but M. and R. couldn’t remember the directions to the other one
they’d said was good. The guys were kind of bummed, especially since it was kind
of a birthday night out for one of
them.
R. and M. decided he needed a
birthday spanking and proceeded to remove his shirt and tie his hands behind his
back. Then they got his pants down and picked up the flogger from the bondage
rack. I was a bit disappointed in their performance, as they didn’t really lay
into the guy.
You’ve gotta
make it a birthday he’ll remember,
right?
He stayed tied up for a bit
and R. situated herself on their couch. They were glad for the attention and
decided to stay. She got them taking their shirts off and was gushing over all
of them. They were digging it and it wasn’t long before she started fishing
around in their pants to get what she truly
wanted.
From the on, she was
off to the races.
I’d say she
singlehandedly (although she did use both hands a lot of the time) saved the bar
owner a big headache. The guys weren’t happy with the male:female ratio when
they arrived, but once R. got going they quickly forgot about that. She’d keep a
few of the guys entertained while the rest watched and waited their turn. They
were all very polite about it. No shoving or fussing or “me next!” stuff. Keep
in mind, this was all out in the open on the couches maybe 10 feet from the bar.
It’s when they headed off to
the playroom that she got shy.
And
that’s what I didn’t get. She wants to have sex with this group of guys,
in a sex
club, but she doesn’t want to be watched or
ogled.
Hello?!?
Go
back to your place or get a private room somewhere. If you’re doing something
like this in a sex club, people are going to watch. Hell, they
paid to
watch something like this.
She went
back into the playroom with three or four of the guys, then promptly started
working on how not to be seen. The first thing she did was lay down directly
under the one way mirrors, so you couldn’t even see her. And if that weren’t
enough, she went and turned off the lights, making everything pitch
black.
Of course, that caused
problems for her too.
Granted, it
was amusing watching her and the guys using their cell phones as flashlights to
try and located, open and put on their condoms, but it wasn’t
that
amusing. Plus, the club rules state that the lights have to be on. I guess
somebody complained to the master, since he came back to the playroom and told
them they had to leave the lights
on.
But R. would not be denied
her privacy.
Since she had no real
choice but to be seen, she decided to try and show as little as possible. I’d
have though she’d just keep as much of her clothing on as she could, but she did
go ahead and get completely naked and flat on her back. Then she draped a towel
over herself.
I can honestly
say I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything less sexy in my
life.
Seriously, even in mosaiced
porn you still know what you’re looking at. But the way she was set up it was
even worse than that. One guy kneeling between her legs and fucking her while
another one knelt between her and the windows so he’d block even more of the
view while she went down on
him.
At first glance you’d
swear it was two dudes fucking a pile of
laundry.
I’m not much of a voyeur,
and get almost nothing from porn, so once I had the laundry image stuck in my
head, I was done. I went back to the main part of the bar and proceeded to drink
the equivalent of my entry fee, so that I’d at least get some value for my
money.
I
did.
M. came back from watching the
show and we chatted for most of the rest of the time we were there. There was
one guy who game in with the group who didn’t seem interesting in the group
thing and never played around with R. at all. He chatted with M. and I, some in
English but mostly with her translating. For some reason he wanted to
arm-wrestle me. We never got an explanation for why he wanted to do this, but
what the hell. It’s not like I was doing much of anything
else.
I
won.
I’m not sure if he was the
strongest among their group, but the other guys with him seemed impressed that I
won.
As things were winding down back
in the playroom, the guys started to filter back up to the bar. It was past 4 in
the morning at this point, and some of them looked absolutely beat. (With good
reason, I’d imagine.) Eventually they were all done (spent, drained,
whathaveyou) and started getting their coats.
The biggest attraction (and revenue
source) for the evening just about done, the master started telling everybody it
was time to go. R. came back up to the bar looking like she’d just woken up. I
can’t say I’ve ever seen anybody have that much energy after what she’d just
done. You’d think she’d just done a quintuple espresso shot or something. She
was practically bouncing off the walls with
giddiness.
I was tempted to tease her
about her prudishness, but it would’ve been a bit mean to start picking on her
with as happy as she was feeling. She told us (over breakfast, no less) that
this was her first gangbang, and that she’s looking forward to doing it again.
(She’d traded contact info with the guys and they all want to see her
again.)
Maybe next time she
won’t be as shy. ^.^