The slight red-head swayed within the masses crowded next to the large speakers. Her thin dress clung to her slight curves, hugging them as the material grew damp. The harsh beats matched the tempo of her heartbeat as she ground against a tall well-dressed man. She gasped as his strong hands took control of the movement, feeling him press against her. Her head lolled back against his shoulder and she looked across the club with hooded eyes.
Everywhere they fell she could see other couples dancing. She moaned at the sight of a young blonde having her nipples suckled through the opaque fabric of her dress. While another man flipped the skirt up and was fingering her shaven pussy to a climax.
The man behind her grunted with each thrust he made having been further aroused by the same sight. She pressed back against him as she felt his rigid erection press into the groove of her backside.
Then stiffened as she met eyes with a young man in a worn leather jacket. His eyes showed recognition, then disappointment as he turned away. She knew then that it was Justin. He'd taken their break-up badly; refusing to believe she needed time away from him to think. This would only confirm his suspicion that she had wanted to sleep around. Upset, she pulled herself away from the stranger's tight grip just as he reached his climax. Her pussy twitched and ached as she staggered away from his desperate moans as he creamed in his pants.
She headed to the bathroom, wanting to hide from her bitter ex. Steadier now she skirted the crowd to the bathroom entrance and strode through the door. Entering the only open stall at the end her thighs slick with juices rubbed together with each step. Wanting out of her dress she took hold of the hem and peeled it off. The tight fabric pulled upwards, and she moaned as it rubbed her small breasts on it’s way past. The same breasts that before had been Justin’s favourite toys. She shook her head as if to clear him out of it as she placed the dress to one side.
Clad in just a skimpy red g-string and the matching stilettos she’d put on earlier, she kneeled on the tiles. Her manicured nails running through the well trimmed auburn fuzz on her mound. She shivered as her skin erupted in goosebumps and her pussy began to drool again. She used her other hand to pull at her tits, making them stiffen as electricity shot through her. She let out a muffled gasp, sliding a single finger down her moist slit. It circled her clit, and her hazel-green eyes widened in pleasure, before drifting shut.
She was in the centre of the stall now; Her legs spread wide as she rubbed faster, riding her own slick fingers. Reaching down she pushed first one, then two, then three fingers into her tight snatch. Enjoying the sensation of the breach and the clasp of her own warm body around the finger. Her breathing stuttered, and she moaned as her hands travelled across her body. First rubbing a nipple, then sliding down her stomach, each touch pushing her closer to the edge.
She needily plunged her fingers down to surround her clit, ready to finish there and then. Then there was a loud grating sound from one side of her. Her eyes sprang open as she sprang backwards. Finding herself pressed against the cool plaster, she shivered, confused and wary. But as her pussy continued to throb, aching to finish she couldn't hold back a small sob. She needed to cum more than she ever had before in her life.
A hole had opened in the wall. She watched trembling with anticipation and fear, as dark hands appeared in the opening. She knew she should say something, but she was still so fucking horny. The hands dumped a sizeable cock and balls through the open area. She bit her lip, shaking her head as she battled against her need, struggling to think past her arousal.
“Slut.” came the voice from the next stall, deep and rough. “You know what I want, so get on with it if you know what’s good for you.” Her breathing hitched as she felt her knees give out “bu..” she tried weakly. “Suck It. Now. Slut.” came the voice, sounding impatient. She caved in the face of his demand, unable to decline in her need.
Her hands reached out by themselves, grasping the thick rod that hung between his legs. It was huge she realised as she spat on her palm, starting to work it to full length. Her other hand rolled the stranger’s balls , her pale white skin a shocking contrast to his ebony. She thrilled in the power she had so long been missing, feeling it arouse her even further as he reacted. “Good Bitch.” came the gruff pant from the other side of the wall. “Get your tongue on it now, kiss it.”
She shuddered in excitement, this cock was much bigger than any she’d taken before. She wanted, no needed this man to fuck her face with it. She moved closer, still jerking off his cock, enjoying the drawn out moan he gave. She licked and kissed the fat coal-black cock delicately, teasing the small hole and fat head. She had flattened her tongue to lap at the length when the Stranger’s hips thrust through the gap. His thrust pushing the cock past her lips and into the back of her throat. He moaned and held it there, despite her gagging around the rigid length.
She cupped his impressive balls, and tried to swallow even as the world spun making it as good for him as possible. She gasped for air as he finally pulled back, before he rammed straight back into her throat. She swallowed around it, fighting to breathe through his assault. “Fuck your throat feels good around my cock” he grunted. His pace increased again “Dirty bitch, sucking my filthy black dick for money.”
Her pussy throbbed, revelling in the filth spewing from the man’s mouth as he fucked her own hard and fast. Her nose was coming increasingly closer to the thick pubes that grew at the base of the immense shaft. His salty musk was all she could smell, and she moaned as her other hand returned to her clit. The other continuing to pump the part of his cock not crammed into her slutty throat.
At the feeling of her moaning around him, a dark hand slid through the gap to roughly fist in her russet hair. She squealed in surprise and slight pain as he started to brutally fuck her face, panting out “Shit.” “Such a fucking whore.” “I bet your little white twat's soaked, you fucking slut." She tried to deny it even as she grew more frantic, sucking harder on his fat rod and riding her sopping fingers. Her vision going fuzzy from the lack of air.
The world span and she screamed around his cock, coming hard. Her juices gushed straight through her thong and down her pale thighs as her pussy twitched and gaped. The dark hand tightened further, holding her up by her hair alone. The way she went limp in his hold and this complete helplessness seemed to push him over the edge. Two more hard thrusts into her open mouth and his balls pulled up. His coal-black sack spasmed as he came down her throat, "Shit, I can see my cock going down your fucking neck." "Fuck that's hot." He kept giving small jabbing thrusts as his balls churned more jizz into his shooting cock.
Pulling out his jerking dick he carried on creaming over her face and breasts. "Fuck, yes. All over your perky fucking white tits." He smeared the last drops with the head of his cock over her slack lips. Sneering "You love my dirty black cock, don't you bitch?" as he slowed his frantic stroking and dropped her carelessly.
She lay crumpled on the floor, coughing as his thick jizz drained out of her protesting lungs. She could feel the dress she’d laid out sticking to the filth on her body as the scraping noise came again. She looked again at the wall and it was perfectly sealed as if nothing had ever happened. Only the presence of two crumpled notes on the floor indicated anyone else had been there. Another surge of arousal shot through her at she thought of what had happened. Satisfied and used, Her hands ran over her body to pinch her jizz-covered nipples, as she bit her lip. Her hips were thrusting into the cool air, her legs spread without shame towards the door.
Resisting the urge to go further, she moved her hands away. She moved into a crouch, before gasping as she saw a mixture of juices and cum over the front of the dress. Cringing, she pulled the soiled dress over her head. Feeling the fabric soak up the mess still painted in stripes over her face and chest. She needed to find Justin, had to have him inside her again. Knowing what she wanted now, she took a breath, released it and strode out to find the man she craved.
All thought of her appearance was gone, she strode through the club her swollen mouth and stained dress telling everyone where she’d been and what she’d done.
She longed to kneel at Justin’s feet again, and knew that this was what she had needed, that he wanted what was best for her and to help satisfy the needs she’d been neglecting for too long.
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