I like to go out dancing after a stressful week. Something about the thumping music, scantily clad women and grinding bodies really helped relieve some stress. The alcohol probably helped a little too. I was taking a break from dancing and found a seat at the bar.
Tonight I wore a silky blue camisole with no bra. I like the feel of the silk against my nipples, the slightest chill or brush of fabric makes them visibly hard. Fun fact: my nipples are super sensitive and any little touch shoots tingles straight to my clit. I also have on a short, tight black skirt and black leather boots that laced up to the knee. My brown hair is long and straight, my skin pale and eyes sparkling blue. I noticed you staring at me from the other end of the bar. In fact, I've noticed you staring at me a few different times tonight.
You were nice to look at. Tall, dark brown or black hair, muscular with broad shoulders and a nice smile. Jeans stretched tight across your hips and I absent-mindedly licked my lips as you wrapped your hand around a beer. I bet you can do magic with those fingers. You said something to the bartender, then disappeared. I kept sipping the Paloma in my hand when I sensed the air shift around me. Turning my head to the side just a bit, I could see you standing behind me. You called to the bartender for another beer and had to squeeze next to me to take it from him. I let my hand fall to my side as you turned back, accidentally grazing your cock. You stopped for just a second, pressing into me, before disappearing again.
After finishing my drink, I made my way back to the dance floor. I was oblivious to anyone or anything around me, except the way the music made my body feel. The deep bass vibrated through my bones in the best way. I knew it was you behind me, I could smell your cologne. You pressed your front against my back and wrapped your hands around my waist. I settled fully against you and reached up to pull your face into my neck. I loved having my neck nuzzled, facial hair tickling my skin and expert lips licking and nipping until finding that spot that makes my knees week.
You growl, a low rumbling in your chest that only I can hear. It lets me know you're feeling possessive and I'm turning you on. I reach behind me and grip your cock through your thin pants, feeling it stiffen down your leg. You pull my hips tight against you and I can feel your cock grinding into my ass.
"You feel that? You feel how hard you're making me?"
We danced through another song, bodies writhing together. Your cock started to visibly strain against your pants and I felt it twitch as we kissed long and deep. I felt your fingers lift the hem of my blouse and trail lightly up my skin until your thumb brushed the underside of my tit, but I turned around before you could palm my nipple. I smirked at your frustrated groan and the feel of your monster cock hard against my ass. I stroked your cock through your pants until you grunted in my ear.
"I see an empty booth over there, you want another drink?" I nodded my head yes and watched as you made your way through the crowd of people toward the booth. Swaying to the music, I saw the waitress deliver more drinks so I weaved my way through gyrating bodies, but got caught by a tall, brawny guy wearing a cowboy hat and belt buckle about the same size. His jeans appeared painted on his body, and his white t-shirt stretched across his chest. He was very muscular and reminded me of a dancer in Thunder From Down Under. I could smell alcohol on his breath as he leaned down to kiss me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I tried pushing him away, but one of his massive hands trapped my arms behind my back. My tits thrust forward from the motion and brushed against his chest, hardening my nipples. His other hand was on its way up my skirt, cupping bare ass.
"You are one hot piece of ass. You looking to get fucked tonight, sugar? I saw that guy with his hands all over you. He can't fuck you like I can, if that's what you want."
Why am I such a slut for being man-handled by large, muscular guys with filthy mouths? I wondered to myself as this cowboy walked me backwards until we hit a table, leaning me over it while he continued to ravage my mouth. His massive thighs had my legs spread around them and my nipples were so, so hard. Begging to be sucked, pinched anything. I twisted my head to the side and saw you watching me, stroking your cock through your jeans and smirking. oh, you're enjoying this, you bastard! I finally managed to get free when the cowboy's girlfriend came around and started cussing him out.
Stopping at your table, I couldnt help but notice the very large bulge in your pants. You pumped your cock up and down a few times when you caught me staring. I thought I could see the tip of it peeking out the waistband of your jeans and I absentmindedly ran my tongue over my lip. You were smirking now as you leaned back against the booth and spread your arms to the sides across the back. It was a round booth in the very back corner of the dimly lit club. God the things we could do back here. I shivered at the thought.
"Would you mind if I shared your table? It's the only open one in the whole place." I gestured around the bar and smiled. I swear your cock twitched as you returned my smile and motioned for me to join you. I slid in across from you and around to the back of the booth. No one could see us and my mind kept flashing to your magic fingers sinking into my pussy, making me cum all over the leather seat.
"I took the liberty of ordering you a drink. I saw you drinking one earlier, so I hope it's ok." I took the glass, your fingers grazing mine. Sipping my drink, I felt my skin blush as your green eyes bored through to my soul. My nipples hardened under your gaze and my breath caught in my throat as you reached across the table and brushed a stray lock of hair off my cheek. I scooted closer to you as your hand rested on the side of my neck, your thumb on my throat. I reached out and swirled my thumb around the head of your cock still peeking out of your jeans. You jumped a little as I wrapped my fingers around the tip, then your hips involuntarily thrusted upwards.
"I want you," you said gruffly before devouring my mouth with yours. Our tongues fought for dominance while I swung my leg over your lap, straddling your hips and causing my skirt to ride up, barely covering my ass, especially since I wasn't wearing panties. Hearing you gasp when your hands found bare thigh made my pussy clench, and it was my turn to moan in your ear as your fingers grazed over my clit.
"Fuck, you're wet and I can smell how horny you are." Your hands cupped my ass and pushed me against your rigid cock. I rolled my hips back and forth, grinding my pussy against you. I plunged my tongue back into your mouth, biting and sucking your lip.
"Goddammit I want to fuck you so much." You were groaning, your breath ragged and I could feel your pulse racing under my lips. Your hands continued to roll my hips back and forth against your cock. If anyone bothered to pay attention, it looked like I was being fucked right there in the booth. I reached between us and unbuttoned your jeans, lowering the zipper and freeing some of your cock. Looking down I could see it was harder than a rock, thick and veiny. I couldn't wrap one hand around it, I would need both.
"You want it?" You looked at me, grinning like a devil. I fisted your cock, pumping up and down several times as your head fell back onto the seat. I raised my hips and slid the head of your cock between my pussy lips, holding you there and teasing my clit with your cock. Your head jerked back up in surprise as I raised and lowered myself, up and down, massaging your cock with my pussy, careful not to let you slip inside. I plunged my tongue back into your mouth while your hands cupped my tits, thumbs grazing my nipples and pinching them between your fingers when they hardened.
"Fucking shit," you growled through your teeth. "Your hot little pussy's gonna make me cum." I gripped your cock and rubbed it up and down my slit, getting myself closer and closer. I leaned onto your chest, my lips against your ear.
