*** All characters are 18+, Minor non-con themes. ***
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Tammy could feel the music vibrating through the floor just as well as she could hear it through the thick air of XYZ, a night club frequented by local students and young professionals. She'd turned 18 not two weeks ago and had since moved to University in London. At least as far as her parents knew, she'd never been in a night club before coming to uni. This was, of course, a lie, she'd been sneaking in for years, but it was nice to finally get in without the hassle of fake ID, and she could now buy her own drinks. Moving out had liberated Tammy in other ways... her own room meant that she could bring home partners whenever she wanted and not have to worry about sneaking them past her parents. However, her first week at University had so far failed to produce any men she thought suitable to the task. Tonight, however, Tammy felt things could be different. What she didn't realise was just how right she was.
Nath saw Tammy from across the club. The dress code was reasonably up market in XYZ and Tammy wore a tight, black, backless dress. Nathan's eyes traced down her back, over her firm ass, made all the rounder by 4 inch heals on Tammy's feet. As she turned, dancing to the music, Nath saw the rest of her. The dress was cut deep, but Tammy wasn't wearing a bra. Her boobs were firm and her figure sleek. The long dark hair that fell from her head over her shoulders caressed her breast and swayed to the music. Nath began to approach.
Tammy saw a tall muscular black man looking at her. She smiled to herself and turned in time to the music, letting him see everything she has to offer. She saw him begin to move towards her, so she started turning her back. She'd allow him to do the approach. She lingered just long enough, though, to catch a glimpse of him. He was around 6ft, muscular and clean shaven. He worse a dark blue shirt that showed off his upper body, shoulders and arms. He had strong hands. God she wanted those hands pinning her to the bed. Damn. She really needed sex, Tammy thought to herself.
Tammy soon felt strong hands on her hips, moving them in a slow rhythm. She quickly checked over her shoulder to make sure it was him, then relaxed into his grip. Soon, her ass was in his crotch, grinding. He was older than she first thought, mid to late 30s. She didn't mind. What girls don't like an older man these days? Nath moved closer and he let his hands explore her body a little more... Tammy was breathing heavily and guided his hands to where she wanted them. She pushed her bottom back and felt a bulge. A bulge much larger than she expected.
She gasped and Nath leaned in to whisper, "I know. Bigger than you expected?"
Tammy blushed then spoke, "I'm Tammy."
"Nath."
The song went on and they continued to dance. As the temp changed, Tammy turned and put her arms around Nath. She'd never been with a black man, she thought, as he leaned in and kissed her lips and her neck. She was letting out little gasps and moans as he touched and kissed her, small chirps of contentment. It must have been obvious what she wanted because Nath didn't even ask, he just told her,
"We'll go back to mine. Have one last drink and then we'll go."
Part of her wanted to protest. To tell him not to be so presumptuous. But she was horny, needed to be fucked and he knew that. They went to the bar, she did one more shot of vodka to calm her nerves and then she took Nath's hand and left. Out of the club, he lead her by the small her back to the taxi rank. They took a taxi to his lush apartment overlooking the Thames.
Tammy looked out the full length windows, down over the city lights towards Hyde Park. Nath came behind her, kissed her neck and started slipping her dress off of her shoulders. It fell to her knees and now Tammy stood, able to see her own reflection in the mirror, in only her panties. The signs of her arousal were obvious. Her nipples pointed out towards the city lights, her breath was heavy and lustful. Her smell was now starting to fill the air around her. Had one looked closely, the evidence on her almost childish blue panties would have been conclusive.
