The scene is a happening place. Dark colors cross and mingle as you sit on a stool at the bar sipping a drink. The place is packed, drinks are being slopped and laughter is in the air. The music is too loud for real conversation but you don't care, you aren't looking to engage in the linguistic arts. There are pairings and threesomes scattered around enjoying plenty of kissing and you watch longingly. This is your second drink and you have turned down 2 offers to go somewhere "private". "Private" would be a bathroom stall or a dark corner where your mini skirt could be hiked up and some lucky stud could avail himself of your feminine treasures. That's what you want, a good fuck- hopefully more than one. The fire is burning strongly inside you tonight and the explicit displays of affection are adding fuel to the heat.
A tall, pale red-headed man and his two friends wind their way towards you. He gives you a raised eyebrow and you give him an appraising look and then check out his two pals. He is good looking, a chiseled face, wearing tight jeans and black tank top. As he gets closer you can make out the clusters of freckles covering his face and arms. You cross your legs slowly flashing him a generous view of your upper thighs, the air hitting your bald pussy makes it tingle all the more and you clamp your legs tightly to control yourself.
"He could be the one tonight", you think to yourself. And as you are about to wave him closer, a dark shape blocks his path. You are expecting it to move but it doesn't and you look up annoyed at having your view blocked. The face that peers at you is tanned, arrogant, and full of confidence. The man is wearing a dark turtle neck shirt that could be spandex. It outlines his magnificent pectoral muscles, broad shoulders, and flat, tapered waistline. You clench unconsciously, this man has an instant power over you just by staring into your eyes. His eyes are a deep blue color, offset by dark hair and long side burns. His voice is deep and melodic, the moment he speaks you can feel your pussy starting to moisten.
"Dave."
"Rita," you gush.
"Dance!" It is more of a command than a question, and you follow him onto the packed dance floor. The beat of the music pounds through the floor, making your breastbone vibrate, compelling your body to gyrate to it. Dave is full of energy but he controls his movements with a grace that belies his size. His broad six foot frame towers over you and he offers his hand as he starts to lead you into spins that should not have been possible in such short space. There is a strong sexual energy on the floor, the limited space is forcing incidental and a lot of intentional contact. You don't mind, the vibration, movement and heat has your body and mind in sync with the musically driven crowd. Dave spins you around and draws you into him so that your back is rubbing against his chest. He holds you close to him and you dance as one. Your pussy is moist with anticipation and you feel the hardness of his cock growing into your back. One hand slides under your skirt, between your thighs and to your willing sex. You open your thighs and welcome his probing fingers into your pussy. Most men would be happy to play with your clit, and get some surreptitious touches, not Dave. He drives his fingers deep inside you, filling you. Despite the heat you shudder, welcoming his digits as he starts sliding them in and out of you.
"Cum on my hand Rita," he growls. You can't speak, you just swallow hard and mew. He is fucking you hard and you don't care what people see or think, you have one thing on your mind- to give Dave what he wishes. You don't last long, you have been simmering away all night long, and you welcome the familiar waves of pleasure as your pussy starts spasming. He drives his fingers deep and presses against you hard. You are shaking more than dancing, head tilted back in ecstasy as you cum violently against him. You revel in the sensations overtaking your body, and then feel a strong sense of loss as he removes his soaked hand from your pussy. He propels you quickly off the dance floor into the men's room supporting your weight, your weakened knees are not up to the task. You head is in a haze. You hear the clank of the stall door closing and collapse onto the toilet facing him. He unzips his pants and pulls out his erect penis. The head is an angry purple, the veins line his magnificent throbbing member. There is no doubt in your mind what is called for. You love cock. You want this cock in your mouth.
Before you can move, he places his hands on either side of your head and pulls it towards the cock. You open your mouth involuntarily and taste the salty residue of his pre-cum as it slips deeper into your mouth. You suck hard on the head and Dave grunts with pleasure. The cock is filling your mouth, but Dave wants more. You open wider and his cock slides down your throat. Your eyes water as you control your gag reflex as he goes deeper until your feel his balls against your lips. His hands clasp you tightly as he starts fucking your throat. Tears stream down your face as you try to retain what little control you have left. He fucks harder and harder, his cock bruising your throat. He does not care. The veins in his head are bulging, his eyes are closed as he drives to the ultimate climax. And then he goes deep one more time and his peaty flavored cum coats your throat. He groans and moans and holds your head tight for over a minute as he thrusts his way through the climax.
You feel his cock start to shrink and he pulls out and deftly places it back into his pants. His arrogant face, leans close to you. His hand returns to your cheek and strokes it gently. You can smell his peppermint breath on your lips as he murmurs:
"Meter-maid Rita. I hope to see you here again." The door clanks open and he walks out. Your skirt is hiked above your waist and your legs are open wide showing your soaking pussy to anyone walking past. You push the door shut and wipe yourself quickly. After a quick re-arrangement of your hair you walk out of the bathroom. No one stares. No one cares. You find another stool, order a drink and take stock. Dave is nowhere to be found and the music is pounding away. Your orgasm on the dance floor was as good as any you have felt recently. The way Dave held your head and drove his cock down your throat re-awakened the tingle between your legs. It was primal, urgent and turned you inside out. Now there was a man who knew how to use a woman! You long for more of him, you want his strong hands on your hips, his thick cock thrusting inside your willing pussy.
The evening winds up. You have 3 more drinks. Three more come-ons but no one remotely close to Dave. After Dave you need someone who will take you and drive away that growing feeling between your legs. You could go home and help yourself with one of your toys, but that won't suffice. Vibration is nice but you want to be pounded. It is getting late and with a sigh you get up from your seat and make your way to the door. The scent of perfume, cologne, sex and beer leaves your nostrils to be replaced by the crisp freshness of the late night air. You stumble slightly and frown, the drinks had more of an effect than you thought. You turn right and head down the street. You are parked a block away. At the end of the block you realize that you have turned the wrong way. You turn around and can hear the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from the bar. You notice 3 men walking towards you at a fast pace. Their intent is clear from the beginning and you turn back to try and catch someone's attention. You walk away faster, but the men also walk faster. You turn down a dark side street and start running. The red heels impede you but you dare not stop, maybe the men will not see you in the dark. Your heart is pounding, you are out of breath. You can hear the inevitable patter of running feet behind you. You have no illusions that they will catch you now. You are a good runner but no match for these men.
The fog in your brain has lifted, you are thinking quickly trying to select the best option and analyzing why you went this way. You KNEW that when you left the bar this was the wrong direction, you heard the men following you before you got too far from the safety of the bar. You body is sweating from the exercise, and your pussy is soaked. You know what you did. You dread what is about to come but you are excited, trembling and breathless as you stumble on.
The events that have transpired so far have followed an unpredictable path in your mind. But in the minds of the three men stalking you it will be a reward for hours of patience. The men were sitting in a dark corner close to the door so they could check out all the girls as they entered the bar. They noticed you right away, all three of them wanted you and were bantered among themselves about who was going to be the "lucky" one. As the tall red headed guy approached you, they thought their chances were done, but to their astonishment you quickly trundled off to the dance floor with dark and tall. Three cocks got painfully hard as they watched you being finger fucked. They enjoyed the show, and were equally surprised by the short trip to the bathroom and your coming out alone. Figuring that you were still looking for more "action" the three men drew lots to attract your attention first.
