[F]ucking a guy from the club

My friend Melissa was recently going through a break up and was in desperate need of a distraction. So as most 19 year old girls would, we took advantage of tequila shots and a Friday night.

We started the night off at her place getting dressed and having a heart to heart over wine and a couple shots. She was wearing black jeans and a black bodysuit, her thick dark hair naturally waved down her back. She was wearing a bright yet deep red lipstick atop her pouty lips. I wore a similar bodysuit and matching black ripped jeans with darker makeup in an effort to shy away from the typically cute look I usually dawn. We ordered an Uber around 11pm and I did a quick check in the mirror. My big brown curls were tied half up half down left to cascade down on either of my shoulders, my eyes dark and glinting with confidence both from the tequila and my reflection.

We arrived at the club shortly and ordered some more drinks before heading to the dance floor. We grinded on each other enjoying all the attention we had managed to attract yet shying away from reaching hands. This night wasn’t about being groped by random men, it was about that feeling of pure desire that seemed to settle on our skin the same way the flashes of green, blue and red lights from the stage did. The alcohol made me feel so light as though I was floating. I closed my eyes and savoured the feeling of the bass, the warmth of Melissa against me and the soft scent of jasmine lingering off the two of us.

Eventually we made our way downstairs to a second bar when a man grabbed Melissa’s arm. He was built, tall, Hispanic and charming. I flashed Melissa a quick smirk and stood close enough to keep an eye on her but not nearby enough for him to really notice me.
His friend somehow appeared beside me and whispered something I can’t recall. Whatever it was that I said back sent him into a fit of laughter before a flurry of flirting.

His name was Keaton, he wasn’t very tall, looked to be about 25, he was very built and had dark facial hair on olive skin with striking green eyes and a wide smile. He was confident crossing the line to arrogant and I pointed it out which he found humorous. Melissa was still getting along with his friend so I entertained his advances. We ended up making out outside the club and immediately I felt his cock growing against me.

I nibbled and sucked on his lip gently before kissing him deeply again. His tongue moved against mine like we had done this dance a million times before. His hand played with my hair before he grabbed a fistful and pulled my ear against his lips where he whispered breathily that he was calling a cab.

I don’t know what got into me for me to decide in any way that this was a good idea but my panties were completely soaked and I couldn’t focus on anything more than how badly I wanted to have this strangers tongue and lips tasting and devouring my pussy.

Melissa apparently had left a couple minutes before to go see her ex boyfriend and had ditched the friend so I was in the clear. We arrived at his apartment, and he wasted no time picking me up and taking me to his bedroom. It was like we couldn’t get each other undressed quick enough. We switched from him on top to me and back, I wrapped myself around him grinding into his cock and moaning as it would rub against my clit. He put his hands down my panties and I smiled sheepishly knowing I was drenched. I swear his jaw almost dropped.

“You’re so fucking wet for me…god I want you so bad. I need to fuck you”

As he whispered against my neck I felt jolted as goosebumps raised all over my skin and I felt another gush of liquid between my legs.

He kissed down my body and eventually began to lick my swollen pussy that was practically aching to be filled. I gripped his hair and the bedsheets writhing as his tongue slipped between my lips and stroked my clit. It became unbearable.

“Keaton you need to fuck me now, I can’t wait any longer” I said breathless yet firmly

He quickly shot up and slipped a condom on before climbing on top and immediately penetrating me. I moaned loudly as he entered me. He big and he was not gentle. His hips slammed into me feverishly, pushing himself deep with every stroke before he suddenly pulled out and flipped me over. I was his little fuck toy and I loved it. I loved that this man I didn’t know was using my pussy like it was his, and perhaps at that time it was. I was drowning in desire.

I’m not sure how long he fucked me from behind for but eventually I began to feel sore and I couldn’t take anymore so I said “Keaton you are too thick, I can’t take it, could you please just fuck my face instead”

He grinned and pulled my face to his, “I’m going to fucking marry you” with a quick kiss. I laughed but was cut short as he grabbed my hair roughly and shoved his cock down my throat.

I let him fuck my face roughly until he came hot down my throat and I moaned graciously. My eyes were watering and my pussy was sore. I felt like I had truly been used and worn out. We fell asleep shortly after and I took an Uber home in the morning leaving my number on a piece of paper I had in my purse and leaving before he woke up.

Truly an unforgettable night…one of many.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cxd7mb/fucking_a_guy_from_the_club