Breaing up Is Hard to Swallow

Teresa and I hadn't been seeing each other for long, and it had become obvious that things weren't going to work out. We didn't really have a lot in common and being about a decade older than her didn't help. It had been flattering that an attractive young woman showed interest and agreed to date me, but it was clear that she was mostly interested in the gifts and shopping trips.

Our few sexual encounters were frustrating as well. Teresa didn't try to hide her disappointment when she saw me naked. My dick isn't exactly tiny, but well below average in size. She didn't put much effort into the foreplay or sex, and I always ended up feeling inadequate when I came quickly after pumping a few times in her pussy.

I was ready to call it off, but was surprised when Teresa texted me on Friday, seemingly excited to go out to the club.

"Heya, sweetie! Let's go to Club Elite tonight! We need to have some fun LOL!"

I quickly texted confirmation, puzzled by her sudden enthusiasm.

When Friday evening arrived, I took a ride-share to her place to pick her up. I was astounded when she walked out. She was dressed to kill in an expensive little black dress that I had bought her on our last shopping trip, paired with fancy shiny black stockings and tall black leather knee boots.

We headed downtown and had a quick dinner near the club. I had never been to Club Elite, but it seemed to cater to a younger, trendier crowd, and had a reputation for being pretty wild. Teresa was eager to get in and start the party.

I paid the cover charges and we headed inside. It was dark with lots of flashing disco lights and an huge classic mirror ball over the dance floor.

Teresa pointed to an empty table and said, "You go get some drinks. I'll meet you there." With that, she headed to the dance floor, bouncing along to the beat of the uptempo dance music.

I hit the bar and waited to grab the bartender's attention. She seemed to make a point of ignoring me in favor of the younger, trendier patrons, but eventually took my order and poured a couple of pricy cocktails for me and Teresa.

When I settled at our table, I scanned the dancefloor to spot Teresa. She was dancing enthusiastically with a tall, good-looking guy who looked to be in his early twenties. I watched and waited. I thought about joining her, but I honestly felt like a dork and didn't want to embarrass myself dancing. Teresa continue to dance with the guy, shaking her ass seducively and pressing up against his crotch seductively.

She was so sexy as she danced seductively and my face burned red with jealously as she focused exclusively on this stranger. She whispered to him while they danced and eventually she broke off, scanning the tables to find me.

Teresa bounced along to the beat as she walked to our table.

"Thanks, Steve. Oh my god I'm thirsty!"

She grabbed her drink and took two big swigs. She faced me and fanned herself with her hand. Her body with glistening with a dew of sweat and I couldn't help but marvel at her perfect cleavage, enticingly revealed by her slightly dishelved mini-dress.

"I need another! Go! Go!," she urged as she gulped the last of her cocktail, slammed the empty glass on the table, and headed back to the dance floor.

I headed back to the bar for another round.

When I returned to the table, I couldn't see her on the dance floor, but after a minute or so I spotted her returning from the back corridor where the restrooms were located. Seeing me, she moved quickly to our table, smiling.

She sat next to me, leaned in, pressing her sexy body to mine, and pulled my head to hers to meet her kiss.

We shared a big, passionate, open-mouthed kiss, unlike any kiss between us in our time together. Her breath smelled of alcohol and another unmistakable flavor, as the slime of a teaspoon's worth of cum slid from her mouth to mine. It was obvious that she had blown some guy, probably her dance partner, while I was getting the drinks.

"Oh, hunny, I'm sorry! I couldn't help it. That guy followed me to the back room and stuck his dick in my face. I know I shouldn't have, but it was so big and he really wanted me to..."

She looked at me with a pout and gave me her best puppy-dog eyes.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm so horny tonight, and I was teasing him so much on the dance floor, I kinda felt like I owed him something."

"He came in your mouth! And you kissed me with his cum. What the hell?"

"It's just cum! You guys expect us girls to swallow cum all the time! I felt bad when he came in my mouth, but I wanted to be honest with you and not hide it." Her insincerity was obvious, but all I could do was stare at her wordlessly dumbfounded.

"Oh thanks, I needed this drink!" She took a long drink of her new cocktail. "I don't want to taste that guy's cum all night." She handed me my drink and said, mirthfully: "Go ahead and wash that nasty cum from your mouth, sweetie."

I took a long drink from my cocktail, feeling like a complete chump but not knowing how to confront her.

"There, see! The cum is allll gone, like it never happened. Let's forget about that guy, ok? It was just a silly mistake. I don't want it to ruin our night out."

"Teresa, this isn't working out. We aren't connecting and I feel like you've just been using me for my money..."

"STOP!," she cried. "Please don't do this here, now. I know I've been a bad girlfriend, but I do like you. You've been so good to me. And we can try to work out the sex thing. Maybe sign you up for lessons.." she said, failing to suppress her giggles.

I tried to summon the courage to get up and leave. To tell her off. But I sat, mesmerized by her allure and audacity.

"More, more," she said as she shoved her empty glass to me. "Let talk it over tomorrow, ok? If you really want to break up. But let's have fun tonight." She bounced up and wiggled her way back to the dance floor.

So, like a chump, I returned to the bar and ordered her another drink. The bartender smirked, as if she had been watching my humiliation with amusement. "She's a wild one," she said, nodding her head toward Teresa, who was grinding her ass against another guy on the dance floor. Another two guys flanked her, waiting for her attention.

"Go get her, tiger!" the bartender shouted sarcastically as I slumped dutifully back to the table.

Teresa continued to dance, alternating between the three eager guys. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she returned to the table, followed by the guys.

"Hey, sweetie. This is Tommy. And Joe. And Brad. This is my boyfriend, Steve." She emphasized the word 'boyfriend' in a mocking sing-song.

"Aaron, actually," "Greg," "Frank" the three guys corrected her.

"Whatever," Teresa shrugged as she took a sip from her cocktail. She then turned and headed to the back room. "Tommy?"

The three guys looked at each other. Aaron shrugged and followed her.

The other two guys sat a the table on either side of me.

I had it, and stood up to leave, but the two guys didn't budge and blocked me from leaving.

"You're not going to ditch your girlfriend, dude." The other gently pushed down on my shoulder. I sank back into my seat, defeated.

Aaron returned from the back room with a big grin on his face and slapped a high-five with Frank, taking his seat as Frank headed to the back.

"You must really love her, dude," Aaron couldn't hold back his laughter.

A few minutes passed. Frank and Teresa walked back from the back room. Frank was grinning and Teresa smiled with her mouth closed. As they reached the table, the guys pushed the table away, and Teresa climbed onto my lap. She leaned close and opened her mouth, proudly showed two full loads of cum, and leaned in for another open-mouth kiss. I wanted to draw away, but she had me pinned and the two guys to either side weren't about to let me leave. She deposited the combined loads of cum in my mouth, pulled away, and took another swig of her drink.

"So nasty, guys. You gotta eat more fruit," she laughed. "I figured you might want to watch, Steve," she said cruelly,

Greg undid his pants and yanked them down far enough to expose his semi-erect cock. Teresa climbed off my lap, knelt on the floor, and took his cock into her mouth. Although the club was dark, everybody could see well enough, and the patrons watched and laughed as Teresa blew her fourth admirer of the night.

The bartender approached the table and for a moment I though she was going to break it up. Instead, she addressed the group. "Last call, guys. What'll you have?" She was mostly addressing Aaron and Frank. Teresa had her mouth full of cock, and Greg had his eyes closed, enjoying the blowjob. "Tequilla shots," Aaron offered. "Top shelf." The bartender nodded. "Got it. Four shots, I assume, since you've already got something on the way," she said, indicating me. Everybody laughed, except me.

Teresa continued to blow the guy until the bartender returned with the shots. She handed one each to the three guys and carefully placed another in Teresa's hands. The bartender had poured another for herself. "Ok, missy, gotta finish this guy soon because It's closing time." The bartender, Aaron, and Frank then started a countdown.

"Ten. Nine. Eight..." Teresa bobbed her head more vigorously on Greg's hard cock, bringing him to orgasm precisely on the count of zero.

The bartender and the three guys threw back their shots while Greg pumped his load into Teresa's mouth. It took a couple more seconds for him to finish, but once we was spent Teresa popped up and poured his load from her mouth to mine. I didn't even bother to resist; it was unavoidable. She threw back her shot and gave a triumphant yelp. Some of the other patrons applauded.

"Yeah, Steve, we're through. I can't believe I waited this long to dump you." Teresa got up and confidently walk out the door. The three guys got up and followed.

And the bartender gave me the bill.