Please be patient since this story is a little lengthy, but I think you’ll like it.
It begins with me crying in bed at home by myself about the guy who just destroyed my heart. I had just gone through a difficult breakup, and I was having a hard time adjusting. He cheated on me with a slut he hardly knew, and when I asked him why, he said it was because she was more exciting in bed than I was. I shouldn’t have let it bother me as much, but I couldn’t stop thinking that because I wasn’t more sexually adventurous, I was to blame for his infidelity.
I got out of bed, had a shower, and then changed back into my sleepwear before heading over to my closest friend’s place for a movie and wine night with the girls. When I arrived, my best friends Macy and Lacey (yes, those are their real names, yes, I know it sounds like they’re teenage twins from some early 2000s Disney Movie) decided that we were going for a night out on the town, to hit up some bars and clubs and get white girl wasted. The night was supposed to be spent watching spooky movies, laughing with my friends, and getting extremely drunk on cheap wine (college budget). I tried to give the girls an out by saying that I wasn’t dressed for going out, but it was futile as they were really insistent. Even though I didn’t feel like going out, I couldn’t say no because it was Lacey’s birthday.
We have to be close to campus, so Macy and I returned to our homes to acquire our club attire and makeup to bring back to Lacey’s because the three of us live so close to one another. After we parted ways with Macy, Lacey informed me that she had already heard from Macy that she was also experiencing issues with her relationship, that she had recently reactivated her account on Tinder, and that she planned to meet up with a gentleman tonight. The couple had always fought a lot, and Lacey and I had never really liked Macy’s boyfriend. As a result, I was not overly surprised when she announced that she was going to meet up with a random user from Tinder. Like me, Macy had always preferred relationships, so meeting a guy she met on Tinder before breaking up with her boyfriend seemed out of character for her.
Macy and I were the quiet, innocent, sexually inexperienced types, but Lacey had always been the wild, slutty, single, adventurous one.
We paused in the kitchen when we came to my place to talk with my flatmate Damen, who had just returned from a disastrous date. During the talk, Lacey’s mother—who resided with her parents—called to inform her that they would soon be returning home. Since Lacey’s parents are quite religious and aren’t expected to arrive until much later, she asked if she could get ready at my house since they don’t particularly approve of our drinking and partying habits. My bedroom was a very stereotypical post-breakup, rom-com, tragic-white-girl scene, with mountains of snacks next to my bed, a tall pile of dirty laundry in the corner, tissues all over the place (from crying, not sex, you pervs), curtains that hadn’t been opened in days, and to top it off, my vibrating black dildo sitting in an open drawer next to my bed. I instinctively replied, “Yeah sure, no worries
I tried to take advantage of the opportunity to escape away and quickly clean up my tragic bedroom before the girls could see it when Lacey called Macy to inform her of the change in location, but Damen caught me before I could sneak out of the room. He started telling me all about his terrible date. Normally, I’d be quite curious to hear about his tragic love life, but at the moment, all I could think about was getting to my room and concealing the evidence of my own tragic love life. He then asked me a lot of questions about our evening plans, showing an obnoxious amount of sudden interest. He asked if he might come along after I told him about our plans because his night hadn’t gone as planned, but I told him that it was really just meant to be a girl’s night and that perhaps he could come next time instead.
I started down the hall, relieved that the talk was over and that I could now go to my bedroom to quickly clean up the horror show, but before I got to my room, Lacey called me back and asked if we could play some music and have some drinks to start pre-gaming. As frustrated as I was with myself for being unable to say no, I agreed and quickly prepared drinks and set up the music in an effort to get back to my room in time for Macy to come. At that precise time, Macy entered through the door and exclaimed, “Sup bitches! “I started getting ready in my bedroom and walked right through the house.
Again, I tried to stop her as I followed her down the corridor, but it was ineffective, and Macy entered the room without stopping. My dildo was sticking its head out of the drawer of my bedside table, and I had thought that she would be distracted by the other sights in my room and miss it. Unfortunately, Macy noticed it right away and moved directly in its direction. As soon as she saw it, she reached out and grabbed it. She then loudly yelled, “Is this yours?!!” before turning around. Has it been given a name? I blushed and remained silent out of embarrassment, but thankfully Lacey was a little more diplomatic than Macy and remarked, “Of course it’s hers, it’s in her bedroom. Macy then retorted, “It’s just so… huge! ”
I snatched it from Macy’s hands and tossed it back into my draw, slamming the draw shut, dying of shame because I knew Damen was undoubtedly hearing this from the other room. Macy and Lacey decided it was their goal for the evening to get me some genuine dick after a bit more taunting about the color and size of my dildo!
The discussion then shifted to what I would wear to catch the attention of all the boys as we finally started getting dressed. The girls decided to search through my drawer of underwear for the lingerie that would help me the most with their quest. They came upon the seductive underwear pair I had purchased six months prior but never felt confident enough to wear. The girls convinced me to put it on and put on a small fashion show for them, reasoning that if I couldn’t show them—my greatest friends in the entire world—how could I ever show a guy that I was going to fuck? I complied unwillingly. The set included a lacy, padded push-up bra that matched the little, red and black G-string to provide the illusion of a much bigger bust. My average-sized breasts appeared much bigger thanks to them. They did a terrific job of enhancing my boobs, I had to acknowledge. Even though I’ve never had a lot of body confidence, wearing this stunning lingerie set made me feel sexy. It complemented my petite build, dark eyes, and red hair.
Lacey screamed, “I can’t believe you’ve had this bra in your drawer for so long and haven’t worn it. The joke was on Macy, who was well aware that it would never fit her larger boobs. “If you’re not going to wear it, I will,” she said.
We applied our makeup, smashed some cocktails, and got ready to go out in my favorite red dress and some black high heels to match my gorgeous lingerie set.
When we first got there, we ordered a couple tequila sunrises, and I spent some time chit-chatting with the gals. After some time, Macy’s tinder date shows up, and within seconds, they were licking each other’s faces while making out. After the face eating is finished, some boys come over to our table. I had no idea that Macy had sent her date a message asking him to bring a friend in order to match me up. When the males approached, Macy’s date grinned and said, “I brought along all of my boys since I wasn’t sure who you’d be into or what kind of person you were. You can choose.” I turned to face the group of men. They numbered four. All of them were attractive; the first was tall, athletic, and blonde; the second was similarly attractive; the third was even taller than the first two; the third had a bald head but managed to pull it off; and the fourth was shorter than the other three but had lovely eyes and a head of dark, unruly curls.
“Ooh, you can have a little bachelorette,” exclaimed Lacey, looking quite happy. I’ll take one of the leftovers as well! or perhaps two. We both laughed, fully aware that Lacey would probably consume all 4 before the evening was done.
We keep drinking and talking to the boys throughout the night. After a few tequila sunrises, I decide what the heck, I might as well take advantage of the situation. At first, I’m not into it and decide Lacey can just have all four.
We make the decision to continue the evening by going to a local nightclub to go dancing once we’ve finished our drinks at the bar. Macy and Lacey start to drag me away from the males and quiz me about which one I’m going to choose as we continue walking. In reality, only one of the guys has grabbed my attention, despite what I tell them. I tell them that I hadn’t really made up my mind yet and that I needed to chat to the boys further before making my decision. I don’t fall for a guy just because he is tall like the stereotypical women, and black curly hair has always been my weakness. However, I hold off on approaching him just yet because I’m still too hesitant and I’m hoping he’ll initiate contact.
The males light up some joints and offer them to the girls and me as we go. Lacey and Macy are both ready to go, but I’ve never used pot before, so I’m hesitant. But I agree and take a few puffs since I don’t want to be the odd one out. I immediately began coughing and embarrassed myself as usual. The lads, with the exception of my curly-haired kid, who is mute, all encourage me while the girls taunt me. Actually, he hasn’t said much at all all night. Even quieter than I am, he is.
We had already arrived at the bar and were waiting in line outside the club at this point. I finally worked up the guts to go stand next to him in line and spoke to him since I was curious about his quiet. We hadn’t been properly introduced, so I struck up a quick chat with him, asking how his night was going so far, if he had been to the club before, and what his name was. My attempts to strike up a discussion, however, were instantly rejected. He never tried to ask me a question of his own; instead, he answered every one of mine with a single, half-mumbled syllable.
We entered the club once the line moved along, and I immediately went to the bar and got in line to get some drinks because I felt rejected. After seeing my failure, Macy and Lacey followed me to the bar and offered me words of encouragement. They said I could just go for one of the other males because I still had my choice of three other attractive men who would all definitely love to spend the night with me. I decline their offer since I can only handle one rejection tonight because I’m already reeling from my recent breakup. I limit myself to merely staying the night with my daughters and do not require a boy’s attention. I go to the bar and order 2 tequila shots and 2 tequila sunrises. I down the shots right away to get over my rejection, and then I take my 2 tequila sunrises to the dance floor to double fist and party it up!
I was dancing with my girls for the next 20 minutes or so and fast downing a couple more tequila sunrises when Macy’s Tinder date and the curly-haired boy who had just rejected me approached me. I initially choose to ignore them and continue dancing, but they became increasingly insistent and asked if I would mind leaving the dance floor and joining them outside, where it would be less noisy and simpler to converse.
I complied and joined them despite my confusion. Then, as he stands in front of me and fixes his eyes squarely on mine, the man with the curly hair says, “My night is going well, thank you. I’ve never visited this club before. I just stand there in awe at his sudden readiness to talk to me and his unusually flattering comments, “You are extremely lovely, I adore your clothing and your hair.” Then, Macy’s date tells me, “Curls is French and he’s new to the nation, so he’s cautious about communicating because his English isn’t very good. He wouldn’t allow me go back inside until I showed him how to say that to you while we were standing outside where the music wasn’t as loud and we could converse. My emotions melted. I believed the guy had just rejected me, but when I looked up, I saw his glittering eyes and remorseful grin, and I knew I was now his. We continued our little conversation, he gave me his name (which, embarrassingly, I can’t remember because it had a French name and I was too drunk by this point to remember it), and then he left. When Macy, Lacey, and I talk about this night, we just call him Curls or Frenchie.
We resumed dancing when we returned to the dance floor, but soon the dancing went into kissing, and the kissing developed into his rubbing his hands all over my body. He started kissing my neck and felt about my butt and boobs. My spine tingled as his tongue danced across my neck. Being so easily turned on by him, I could feel myself growing moist and was becoming irritated with myself. He started rubbing at the front of my G-string after slipping a hand up my dress. In the past, I wouldn’t have agreed to this, especially in the middle of a packed dance floor, but tonight I didn’t mind.
I finally lost it after a few more kisses, teeth-grinding motions, and his hands stroking my inner thighs. His dick needed to be inside of me.
Without saying a word, I took hold of his hand and escorted him back to the nightclub’s exterior from the dance floor. We make our way to the restrooms. Another chamber that is supposed to be a bathroom for people with disabilities is located around the corner from the restrooms. The nightclub had neglected to reinstall the sign after some boys removed it intoxicatedly one night because the accessible restroom does not get much use there. The majority of people usually just assume that the room is some type of janitor’s closet because it is apart from the other bathrooms and has no sign, thus they never use it. I had previously been the club’s restroom numerous times, never for the reason I was there today but rather because it was the only one that had ever been clean or vomit-free.
Frenchie and I continued our kissing and grinding after I brought him into our private restroom. He pushes me up against the wall and gives me a passionate kiss. He plays with biting my lower lip while rubbing his hands vigorously on the front of my crotch and squeezing my boobs and ass.
He picks me up and places me on the sink without any prior notice. He moves my panties to the side, lifts my dress, and dives right in to start licking my crotch. I’m taken aback by how abrupt everything is, but I quickly get over it and start to really savor the sensation of his tongue massaging my clit. It’s hard for me to imagine that only a few hours ago I was sobbing in bed at home, and now here I am in a nightclub, sitting in a sink, having a Frenchman I don’t even know suck my clit!
I take off my dress while he briefly pauses to remove my panties. I’m standing there without everything on but my bra and heels. He raises me back up onto the sink and starts licking my pussy again, but this time he sticks a finger inside and curls it up so that it precisely hits my G spot. He starts with one and quickly moves into another. I let out a little gasp as my entire body starts to heave. I finally lose patience and insist that he fuck me after taking his dick out. He rapidly unzips his jeans in obedience while remaining silent. He strips off his clothes, exposing a penis that is enormous and extremely erect. I softly rub the tip while giving it a longing look, then I bring him close and let him enter me. He times his thrust to the beat of the music and inserts his long, thick dick deep within my pussy. He moves slowly at first, but soon picks up the speed and establishes a steady rhythm while giving me a deep and powerful fuck. In one fluid action, he leans over, puts his hands behind my back, undoes my bra, grabs my nipple in his mouth, and wraps his tongue around it while still thrusting away. I love the sensation of his mouth on my nipple as he reaches behind and grabs my ass while pounding my pussy.
Then, after lifting me off the sink and moving me across the room to the small bench that was set up on the opposite side of the room, he penetrates my pussy once more while continuing to thrust away. After a few minutes of intense, passionate fucking, he picks me back up and carries me to the bathroom, where he sets me down and fucks me again. I’m not clear why he continues shifting to different spots in the space; perhaps he just felt like a change of scenery. However, I can’t say that I really cared. The fact that I was having sex on the toilet or in a nightclub restroom was not sanitary, but at the time I didn’t care. He and his enormous dick were the only two people in the world who were currently important.
Then Frenchie pulls away and exclaims, “Bend over… asshole?
I stop and look at him in disbelief. Did you really just call me a shithole? ” I ask. He apologizes and then says that he would like to try anal in broken English. I respectfully decline but turn around and let him take me doggystyle because I don’t think my virgin butthole would be able to take a dick as big as his. After a few minutes of hardcore doggystle activity, he appears to be satisfied, and I experience the greatest, loudest orgasm of my life. I’m sure Macy and Lacey could hear me cumming on the dance floor inside.
Invigorated by my historic orgasm, he intensifies his fucking of me. A short while later, he exclaims, “I will finish,” in a thick, half-mumbled accent. I order him to pull out and spin around before bending over and taking his dick into my mouth, just in time to feel his warm cum hit the back of my throat. I am well aware that he is not wearing a condom, so I do not want him to finish within my pussy. After he arrived, he started to go, but something happened that made me want more. I kept going. I drew him back in while continuing to suck. I curled my tongue around his penis’s head and sucked as forcefully as my throat would allow, taking his shaft as deep as it would go. He gets back in my mouth after a few minutes of enthusiastic sucking. He says he is shocked he can do this because he is typically a one-and-done type of person.
Although I’ve never thought of myself as particularly adept at giving head, I felt like a dick sucking champion after making him cum twice.
That is the tale of how I sucked and fucked a French stranger in a nightclub restroom (whose name I didn’t even know!).
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zjy4kk/fucked_and_swallowed_a_load_in_a_club_f