by Blythe Reid
“I’ll have another,” I told him.
As the second shot was being poured, a guy came over and sat beside me at the bar. I didn’t give him direct eye contact at first, but once the light hit me better, I realized what man I was going to fuck that night.
He had dark hair and dark eyes. He was built like a linebacker, clearly someone that spent a significant amount of time sculping his body. In the lighting it was hard to see, but he appeared to have a tattoo near his right wrist that went up his arm.
Once he realized that my eyes were on his, he gave me a grin that sent shivers up my back. He was really hot, and no doubt he knew it.
The bartender handed me my second shot of tequila, which I downed quicker than I had the first glass.
“I’ll have another jäger,” the hot man told the bartender.
I turned my attention back to the club, listening to the booming house music that filled every crevice in the place. Sometimes the light hit the people just right and I could see people dry-humping, kissing and fondling each other right on the dance floor, not caring what anyone may or may not have thought. It was a sex club, after all. It was no holds bars, and fuck me, I was excited about it.
I looked over at the man beside me and smiled. He got his drink and drank it quickly. I glanced past him, over at the rooms in the back. A door opened, and a couple came stumbling out of it. It was time to seize the opportunity.
I grabbed the sexy fucker’s hand beside me and placed it on my leg. Without hesitating, he began to stroke my skin with his fingers, more than willing to take up my invitation.
I stood up, taking his hand in mine again. I ached for a hard, quick fuck. No playing around tonight.
I guided us both away from the bar and toward the newly available room in the back. We didn’t even speak one word to each other; we didn’t need to. We read each other’s bodies and knew what was going to happen. In that moment, I felt like talking would just get in the way.
The room had a dark purple hue to it. There were couches lined up against the walls, each a different make and size. As I looked the room over, my partner began to feel up and down my body, getting to know my curves. He kissed my exposed back, making sure to pay some attention to my neck.
I let out a lusty sigh. I was wet already, my pussy pulsing like a heartbeat, like the bitch wanted a chance to milk the fattest cock she could find.
As he continued to kiss along the exposed parts of my body, his hand reached up under my dress. A soft gasp left him as he realized I’d left my panties at home. No need for them here.
Two of his fingers lightly petted my wet pussy while one finger lightly grazed my asshole, dipping in as I rocked against him. Fuck me, he knew what he was doing.
I wanted to fall onto one of the couches, but I didn’t want him to stop finger fucking me. I hadn’t experimented in much ass-play while I was married, and it was still somewhat new to me even then. His subtle insertions were enough to make me want all of him to explore it thoroughly. To have a man’s dick wedged in my ass with all those delicious nerve endings getting pounded? Shit. I wet his fingers as a little gush of lubrication squirted from me.
“Fuck, baby. That’s so hot.” His mouth was back on my neck as he rammed three fingers in my slit and worked a second one in my ass. I moaned loudly and rolled my hips, helping him fuck me real good.
He turned me around so that I could finally face him. We kissed for a few moments, tasting the alcohol on each other’s lips. His hands felt my breasts, fondling my hard tits and filling his hands with as much of me as he could. I ran my hands up into his shirt and felt his powerful chest, realizing that he indeed did work out. I hadn’t had a man this strong in many months, and I was going to savor every moment that I could.
He threw me onto the couch right behind me. He sunk down to his knees, spread my legs apart and moved his head up under my dress.
It was perfect. His mouth and tongue were hard at work on my trembling sex while his fingers alternated between assisting his mouth and fucking me again. I grabbed his head, holding him down firmly so that he wouldn’t stop. Pleasure overwhelmed me, and I released him as I came into his mouth. At first, my moans were soft and somewhat withheld, but once I remembered where exactly we were, I screamed loud enough that it took my partner by surprise. He slid out from under my dress to give me a satisfied look.
“Hell yeah,” he muttered. “Don’t hold back, Kitten.”
With that, he returned his mouth and hands back under my dress. His tongue found just the right spot-
“Fuck,” I clutched my breasts over my dress and tugged at my nipples as he opened me up wide and drank deep from my pussy.
I felt myself close around him as another orgasm welled up inside of me. He drew out my ecstasy, making me cum for what felt like minutes. Even as my breathing intensified, he didn’t stop.
Finally, I had to pull his head out from under my dress. My legs were numb, and I felt like I was going to fall off the couch.
As I lay there collecting myself, he was standing up and removing his shirt. The tattoo that ran up his arm caught my attention, although I couldn’t make out what it was. As he removed his pants, I slid my dress down just low enough so that my bare breasts could be seen.
I could see him grow the longer he stared at my naked tits. Before he could take off his boxers, I got up and sank to my knees.
“I wanna taste you.”
He nodded and smiled wickedly before grabbing his thick cock and rubbing precum all over my lips. I licked at him wildly as he shuttered and groaned.
He pressed his full length down into my throat and nodded, as if he were completely pleased with my ability to deep throat him. His hands found the back of my head, occasionally pushing down on it. “Yeah, suck it, girl. Take every inch of that big fucking dick inside of you. You have no clue how good I’m going to wreck your little weeping pussy, baby doll. It’s going to be too much for you.”
God, he was hot. I wanted to please him. I also wanted to fuck him, and I wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to handle me for much longer if I kept up what I was doing. I felt like he was close to bursting at any moment.
It was like he could read my concerns – he pulled his hard dick away from my mouth, and without hesitation, he pulled me up onto my feet, turned me around, and bent me over on the couch.
I could feel the tip of his wet dick rotating around my ass and eager cunt. It was tempting to give in right then, but I decided not to risk it.
“Do you have a condom?” I muttered to him.
He stopped moving his cock around my body, giving me my answer. No. He didn’t.
Fortunately, I had come prepared. Without having to stand up straight, I reached over to my bag, fumbled around and pulled out a condom. I held it out, and he grabbed it quickly and slid it on almost just as fast as he had grabbed it.
He took me from behind, finding his way easily inside me. He had clearly done this before enough times that he needed no guidance of any kind. He fucked me hard and fast. His hands clutched onto my curves, keeping me firmly rooted where I stood. I was happily his, and my body was already ready to give him more of my sweet nectar.
I lightly rubbed my clit as he slid in and out of me, and it didn’t take long. I screamed and quickly I succumbed to him. I leaned my head down into the couch, knocked over by the force of the orgasm. He slowed down just a little bit, reaching down and cupping his hands onto my dangling breasts.
I pushed against his force and he chuckled.
“Like that dick, hm Kitten?”
“I fucking love it.” I arched my back and bobbed up and down on his thick shaft as the room spun around me. Lust pulled me down into a delicious tunnel of pleasure and threatened to drown me there. He smacked my ass hard and I groaned. So fucking good.
I moved forward, and he slid out of me. I turned and looked up at him, realizing that he still had yet to cum, I raised an eyebrow before grabbing onto his shoulders and easing him onto the couc
h that likely had some residue left over from my climaxes.
I climbed on top of him, guiding his throbbing shaft back deep inside of me. I didn’t have to ride him for long to know that I, at least, was going to cum yet again. His cock was powerful, and it was the best that I’d had for quite some time. So long and so goddamn thick. It was forcing me past my lips, but the ridge of his head was something glorious. It raced past my g-spot and forced me into a naughty submission.
Our eyes didn’t meet often, since my head was usually thrown back, and his eyes were glued to my naked body. I grinded into his lap harder with each passing minute.
Finally, he spanked my ass again. And then again. He kept smacking my ass, drawing out high-pitched squeaks with each hit. He then began to force his way up into me, deeper than I had ever felt him go. He growled, leaned up and bit my ear, and then, holding tight against my ass, he thrust faster than he had yet, filling up the condom I had provided. I was also lucky- due to the power and frequency of his thrusts he managed to pull another orgasm out of me.
We were both trembling. When I found my strength, I was able to finally lift myself from his huge dick. I fell onto the couch next to him and looked up at the ceiling. The music suddenly seemed louder than it had only seconds before. We were both panting, but fuck if I didn’t want to go again. No. One time. That was the rule.
Before he could join me on the couch, I got back on my feet. After my release, I felt no urge to stay in the room for a moment longer. Even though the specimen that had entered me did impress me, I didn’t want either of us to get caught up.
I straightened my dress up and ran my fingers through my hair. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.
“What, you’re not going to get my number?” the man asked me sarcastically.
I smiled. “What, that wasn’t enough for you?”
“Hell no, it’s not! That was fucking incredible. I know you thought so, too. Don’t tell me you don’t want it again.”
I did want more, but I was spent at that moment. “I’ll come back here another night.”
“What’s your name?” he asked me.
“Morrigan,” I answered. “Yours?”
“Julian,” he replied. “Nice to meet you, baby girl.”
“You too,” I said, throwing in a wink.
Without another word, I took my leave and allowed Julian to get one last look at my ass before I fled.
3
I met up with Dani at the mall food court. We hadn’t really planned on shopping or anything, but I had wanted to tell her about my tryst at Deplicious. She was surprised that things had been so informal with me and Julian, but I was even more surprised to be the one telling her that. Casual sex wasn’t something new to me anymore, but generally I got the person’s name before engaging in any sort of promiscuous activities.
“Goddamn, that’s crazy,” said Dani after I was finished telling her my story. “I’m jealous. I wish I could have gone with you. I was too busy with work. I’ll have to go with you next time.”
Dani was one of the stars of a female “dance show” in Vegas. Her hours were generally at night, and were sometimes unpredictable. After my divorce, she began to periodically encourage me to try working with her to see if I’d like it, but even with the money that I could make with Dani, it wouldn’t give me the kind of opportunities that I had with Vicki Verelli. I liked to travel and get out of Vegas every once in a while.
“Have you been to Deplicious a lot?” I asked her.
“Just once,” she answered. “I don’t usually go to clubs like that- the kind of guys that go there aren’t usually my style.”
“I don’t know,” I commented skeptically. “I’m not sure what your experience was like, but I had a pretty good fucking time last night.”
“I’ll definitely come next time then,” said Dani. “I haven’t had sex in weeks.”
“You?” I went. “You love sex.”
“Who doesn’t?” she asked rhetorically. “I’ve been more focused on making the show work. We’ve gotten a few new girls lately and they aren’t exactly cutting it.”
“What, they’re not hot enough?”
“Nah, they’re hot, they just don’t know how to listen or take directions,” said Dani. “I end up having to make up for their slack.”
“Sorry to hear that ,” I said reassuringly. “You know, if you’re tired of the show, you can always apply to model where I work.”
“I couldn’t be a model, are you kidding me?”
I wasn’t joking. There were many times, when we were together in public, that I felt that Dani was actually more attractive than me. She was petite, but her long blonde hair was luscious and beautiful. Her breasts were also significantly bigger than mine. I had a better ass, though.
“You could be a model anywhere you wanted,” I assured her.
“That’s not what I meant,” she said. “It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I won’t. I’m not vapid enough to be a model. And you know how competitive it gets with those girls. I ain’t got time for that shit. I want to work, I want to look good doing it, and I don’t want drama.”
“You have drama at your show all the time!” I said.
“Right, so can you imagine how much I’d have to put up with around a bunch of models? Nah, I’m good.”
I looked behind Dani and noticed that, sure enough, a guy was checking her out. He wasn’t keeping it a secret; it was like he was trying to use x-ray vision on her blouse.
“Some guy’s checking you out over there,” I whispered to her.
“I know,” she laughed. “He’s been staring at me ever since we sat down.”
It seemed like he knew we were talking about him, because his attention went to his cell phone. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my phone, too.
“Where do you think they’re going to send you next?” Dani asked, referencing my work. “Tell them to send you somewhere sunny next time, like Hawaii!”
“I wish,” I chuckled. “London is a great place for fashion, though. Hawaii doesn’t have a lot to offer our business.”
“That’s bullshit,” she said. “So, do you think you’ll hit up the guy that you banged last night?”
I laughed. “I just know his name. We didn’t exchange numbers or anything like that.”
“Wow, really informal, then.”
“What? It’s not like I’m ever going to see him again,” I said defensively. “How often do you see the same guy in a club out here?”
“More often than you’d think, actually,” said Dani. “You’d be surprised.”
“Well, that’s beside the point,” I said. “I don’t really care if I ever see him again, anyway.”
“What? But I thought you said the sex was awesome.”
“It was, but, I’m not looking to have sex with the same man over and over again. I did that for like five years. I’m not about to get back into that kind of routine.”
“That’s hilarious,” said Dani. “Morrigan, I’m not saying you should marry the guy. Just go fuck him a few more times! Or, go find him and give him my number. Like I said, it’s been a while for me.”
“Well, I’m going to go back to Deplicious tonight,” I told her. “If I see him there, I’ll give him your number. You can thank me later.”
“You’re going back tonight?” she wondered. “So soon? Why?”
The guy who had been checking Dani out was now checking me out. The looks he was giving me were very similar to the ones that Julian had given me at Deplicious.
“Because, I want to find someone new to fuck. Maybe I can find someone better than Julian. There were hundreds of people in that club, who knows who I might meet next?”
4
I arrived at Deplicious just shortly after ten o’clock just as hungry and horny as I had been when I came the night before. The dark lighting was the same, making it hard for me to scan and look for my next potential partner. Instead of searching, I decided to do as I had done before, simply l
et them come to me.
I took the same seat by the bar that I had the previous night. Tonight, I was wearing a dress similar to the one that I had worn last time; only this one was black and showed less back and more front. I looked over toward the back rooms, hearing the same moans and sounds as I had heard the night before. I couldn’t figure out why, but those sounds were all it took to make me want to go back there and have my own fun. It was like my version of a Siren calling out to me.
“Hey again,” the bartender said to me. It was the same one that I’d had before.
“Hi there,” I replied. “Can I get a shot of tequila?”
“Yes ma’am,” he complied.
After I downed my shot of tequila, many minutes went by and many men and women had come by the bar, but no one took a seat near me. I was admittedly impatient, since it had only taken a few moments before Julian had come up to me. Although I had come back to Deplicious with the intention of finding someone new, I felt like it wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world to have him again, perhaps in new positions.
And then, he arrived. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was incredibly handsome. He had facial hair, but it was kept trimmed. Like Julian, he was also built athletically and had the aura of a man that knew what he wanted.
I had only looked at him for a few seconds before he turned his attention toward me, also. He smiled, raised his eyebrows, and gave me a nod.
“Hello there,” the man said.
“Hi,” I said.
“I’m Theo.”
“I’m Morrigan.”
He gave me an interesting look, one that I couldn’t read. He turned back to the bar. He told the bartender, “I’ll have another vodka.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the shot of tequila that I’d had, or if it was simply my impatience getting the better of me, but my hand was already veering to his dick. He was wearing jeans, but I could see a discernable bulge. I wanted it. Badly. Like the whore I was.
