Part 2 for all of you who enjoyed reading Part 1. If you haven't already read it, please do so you know the background. I hope to be starting Part 3 shortly!
(My story and names of my characters are all fictitious and do not represent anyone living or deceased.)
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Dani's Story
The first few months back at uni were horrendous. I couldn't get Rob out of my mind. I felt as if a huge part of me had been torn away. Constant tears and churning stomach. I missed him so much. He had initially contacted me to check I was ok, but that was nearly a year ago now. Every time a text pinged I thought it was from him, but nothing. Was it simply sex for him, not love after all? The sadness and desperation I felt started to turn to anger.
"You need to move on." Said my closest friend, Sarah. "It's been months since you last saw him. He's clearly not going to contact you again and he's not worth wasting your life over."
"But I was sure he loved me. It felt so special between us. I just can't believe he's dropped me like this." I sobbed.
"You've got to face facts that he clearly loves his wife more. That's the trouble with married men. It's just sex they want really. Guys like him seldom leave their wives. Forget him and move on."
I never intended for him to leave Chloe, but I thought he could at least show he still cared for me. Just a text, just something to give me hope. Maybe Sarah was right. I knew I couldn't just forget him, but I did need to try and move on and maybe meet someone else. He'd be sorry when he found out someone else was fucking me.
"When is Tom's 30th party?" I asked.
"Next Saturday at Topaz." She replied. "Are you gonna come? It should be a good night, and Tom knows some really cool guys. You might meet someone interesting."
"Yeah, ok." I said. Fuck Rob, I felt angry now. If that's the way he wanted to play it, then it was time I let some other guy screw me. It seemed ages since I was last fucked.
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I felt horny as hell as I surveyed myself in the long mirror. My makeup was heavier than usual. Smokey dark kohl surrounded my eyes and my lips glistened with bright red lipstick. I smiled as I imagined the heavy red ring they would leave behind on someone's large stiff cock! I slowly stroked my pointed red nails down my tight shiny black vinyl leggings. The soft clingy material felt so sexy. My naked pussy already felt hot and sticky at the thought of being fucked.
I slowly closed the snap fasteners on the soft pvc top, stretching it as much as I could over the black bra covering my huge tits - hoping it wouldn't burst open. The first fastener refusing to stay closed. Finally I donned a pair of six inch heels. "Wow you little whore. Go kill 'em with this outfit." I said to myself. "Eat your heart out Rob!" I said, taking a selfie and rashly pressing send.
The cab driver dropped me outside the bar in Glasgow where the security guys stared lustfully at my vinyl encased tits as I exited the car. "I'm here for Tom Morgan's 30th." I said as I sauntered past them. I felt their eyes drilling into my tightly clad ass as I walked through the entrance to the club.
"Jeez you look hot." said Sarah, eyeing me up and down. "You definitely look like you're over Rob now. Go take those guys eyes out!" She joked.
My phone pinged. I was completely shocked, a message from Rob. "You look fucking amazing, but please don't go out like that on your own. You'll attract the wrong sort of attention - or even worse. Rob xxx"
Well I wanted to attract 'the wrong sort of attention'. So he could just mind his own business and get back to his scrawny wife.
Delete!
"Hi Dani, you look incredible this evening." Now it was Tom's turn to give me the once over. "What would you like to drink?"
I stood sipping my cocktail while talking to Sarah, when I noticed a red headed guy leaning against the bar literally staring at me. I could feel his eyes penetrating me, undressing me, then I saw him slowly lick all around his lips with his tongue. I didn't normally go for red heads but this guy was attractive. He looked around 35, close cropped hair and a well trimmed goatee and moustache. I felt wet at the thought of his facial hair brushing against my pussy. I knew he was aching to get there.
"Who's that guy over there, the one with the red hair?" I asked Sarah. "He's tearing my pants off with his eyes."
"That's Craig, a friend of my brother's. He's obviously got you marked as his next bit of game. He collects sexy women. Apparently he's amazing in bed, but he also likes a bit of kink. He can be a bit 'dark' at times though. Depends if you're up for that, otherwise I'd advise you to stay clear."
"Hmmm, a bit of kink could be fun," I said "what does he do work wise?"
"He's a professional photographer - quite successful and well known. He specialises in photographing female models, most of them naked, which is probably why he's got his eye on you. Don't look now but he's headed this way."
"Hi Sarah, you ok?" he asked, clearly not really interested in her reply. "And who is your sexy young friend?"
"I'm Daniella. Dani for short." I said.
"Well Daniella, can I get you another drink and maybe get to know you better?"
I told him I would like another margarita at which point he slid his arm around my waist and walked me to the bar.
We talked a while, but after a couple more drinks I was beginning to feel quite light headed. "I don't know about you, Daniella, but I've had enough here. Personally I would like to take you back to my place, rip off all that sexy pvc your wearing and spend the night fucking you, and maybe take some photos. What do you think?"
I guess his suggestion wasn't unexpected. I could tell by the way he kept looking at me and rubbing his hands over my ass that he wanted me. And the forceful way he spoke made me feel incredibly horny through my drunken haze. But was I ready to have sex with someone else yet? I imagined him tearing off my clothes, devouring my body. To hell with it, my cunt was dripping at the thought.
"I say yes. Do what you like to me. I need to be fucked." I said.
We said our goodbyes and made our way to the cab. As soon as we got in the back he was practically on top of me. He forced my mouth open with his tongue. Not soft and gentle like Rob's. Hard and demanding, like the pointed head of a worm drilling its way in. I opened wide as he sucked on my tongue. Then his tongue lashed and twirled mine like a clothes washer. My mouth was completely filled with his tongue and saliva. He was clearly getting desperate to fuck.
"I want those tits of yours now." He said, roughly snapping open the fasteners of my top. He yanked down the right side of my bra, freeing one of my huge breasts. "Fucking magnificent." He said as he immediately sucked it into his mouth, chewing and sucking hard on my nipple. He did the same with the other one and I flung my head back on to the head rest behind me in sheer ecstasy as he sucked long and hard. The cab driver's eyes met mine in the mirror. I could see he was more interested in the show in the back of his cab than concentrating on his driving. He was busy ogling my tits. I didn't care.
"Mmm." He groaned as he feasted on me, rubbing his hand on my vinyl clad cunt. "I bet you're hot and wet in there. I can't wait to rip these open. I hope you're not wearing anything underneath."