In trying to cheer me up, my friends made me wear this ridiculously small dress, and shoes that could be classified as stilts. Even if I was in the mood to dance, I wouldn't be able to join them on the dance floor for fear of falling, or having my ass or breasts pop out of the dress.
I was at the point where I wanted to leave, I didn't want to be in this club anymore, I just wanted to be alone. I reached for my purse, and that's when I saw him standing by the bar. He was magnificent, definitely over six feet tall, perfectly chiseled muscles, tattoos on his forearms, disappearing under his shirt. His tight deep V shirt exposed pecs that I just wanted to feel with my hands. He was across the room from, but when I locked eyes, I could feel him exuding sexuality. He smiled at me and started making his way towards, me, keeping his eyes locked on mine. There were people dancing all around, but he still managed to walk with a sexy, solid stride that only a real man can do. He sat next to me, making sure our bodies touched. He put his hand on my inner thigh, whispering in my ear, "It doesn't look like you're enjoying yourself, I thought I could make your evening better for you." I was speechless, my skin on fire under his touch, his fingers grazing the crease between my thigh and pussy. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't hide the fact that he was arousing me, he could probably feel the moisture welling between my legs, and the dress I was wearing would never hide the fact that my nipples were rock hard. I couldn't say anything, all I could do was stare at him with my lips parted. He had a beautiful solid jawline, a five o'clock shadow that would deliciously scratch my body wherever his face touched my body, and lips I just wanted to taste.
I could feel his breathe caressing my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine. He started moving his fingers on my thigh, brushing my pussy lips.
"I can't" I tried to whisper, but the words wouldn't leave my mouth, I wanted him, and even if I said no, my body was betraying me, showing him how he affected me. My leg moved on its own accord, giving him better access to me. He chuckled, "You may be trying to say no, but your body is betraying you." He parted my lips with his fingers, rubbing my juices all over. My eyes were on the people on the dance floor, but all that existed for me at that moment were his fingers sliding in and out of me, and the delicious feel of my throbbing, hard nipples. I could feel my clit swelling with every thrust, the music pounding, and the cries and laughter of the people dancing was just background noise for me, all that existed was what he was doing. He slipped his fingers out of me, teasing my clit and kissing neck. His fingers were playing with me, pinching me, flicking me, I don't think I had ever been so ready for someone in my life. I started to breathe faster, and he started to rub me harder, until I could feel my clit start to pulse, sending waves of pleasure throughout my whole body. I grabbed him, bringing my mouth to his so my screams and cries of pleasure were muffled by his mouth as I came. When I was done, he slipped his fingers out of me and brought them to my mouth, "Taste yourself," I obeyed, running my tongue all over his fingers, but keeping my eyes locked on his the whole time.
When his fingers were clean, he grabbed my hand and stood up, pulling me from my seat. I didn't care that my feet hurt as he led me through the dance floor, my heart was pounding with the music, I wanted to see what he had in store for me. He led me to the bathroom, locking the stall door behind us, he bent me over and spread my legs apart. He grabbed my ass, squeezing it before he spanked me, making my as nice and red as he slipped his cock into me. He started fucking me, pounding me almost violently, sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body. He pulled out, admiring my ass, spanking it and spanking my pussy over and over until I was whimpering from the pain my desire to have his cock in me again. finally, when my ass was stinging without him having to spank me again, he grabbed my hips and impaled me with his cock, driving in and out of me with a force I had never felt before. He drove in and out of me over and over, but when it was time for him to cum, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head to his cock, lightly tapping the side of my face, "Open your mouth," he commanded. I obeyed again, and he came right in my mouth, filling it with his warm juices.
He let go of my hair and zipped up his pants. I stayed bent over, panting, trying to give my body time to recover and collect itself.
"I'll give you a ride home."
I looked at him stunned as I straightened up, fixing my dress, "I came with my friends, they'll be worried if I leave without them.'
He grabbed my hand, pulling it towards him, opening my purse, taking my cellphone out, "Text the, tell them that you're taking a cab home, I'm not done with you yet."
I don't know what came over me that night, but yet again, I obeyed him and did exactly what he asked, and I followed him out of the club, to his car.
As I sat in his car, feeling the smooth warm leather against my skin, my mind started to race, I had just let a complete stranger finger me in a room with hundreds of people, and then fuck me in a bathroom stall, and there I was, sitting in a car with him!
About halfway to my house, he unzipped his pants, letting his hard cock spring out again. He grabbed the back of my head, and pushed me to his cock. He didn't have to say anything to me, I started to work his cock, licking it, sucking it, tasting it, running my tongue up and down his shaft, sucking his balls, then working my way back up to his tip before taking him in my mouth, all the way down to my throat. It was so nice to have such a nice hard juicy cock in my mouth, I was enjoying sucking him as much as he was enjoying his blow job. His fingers were tangled in my hair as he guided me up and down his cock, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always deep. It seemed that every time I gagged on him, it turned him on even more. The grip he had on my hair was becoming painful as he was getting closer to cumming. He pushed my head down on his cock with almost the same force he had fucked my pussy in the bathroom stall. I could feel him getting harder and engorging, until he yanked my hair and pulled me off his cock, spilling his juices all over his face. When he was done, I sat back trying to catch my breathe against his leather seat, my face full of his cum. He handed me tissues so I could clean up as he drove up to my house. Hi slipped his fingers between my legs again, but this time it didn't take long for me to cum, it happened almost instantaneously. It was exhilarating to know that I was in front of my house with another man and I had just had the second orgasm of the night.
I looked at him knowing that my husband would never fuck me like that, and I absolutely loved it. I hesitated before getting out of the car. I opened my purse, taking one of my business cards out and handing it to him, "My husband is out of town next week, call me." And with that I slipped out of the car, I wasn't sure if he would call or not, but I definitely knew that I ended up enjoying my night. As I slipped into my house, I heard him drive off.
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