Harley tried talking to Raven, but it was too loud so she gave up and they just took shots at the bar. Harley didn’t drink very often so the alcohol started hitting her hard and two men came up and bought both women a shot before asking them to dance.
The guy Harley was dancing with was extremely hot. He was tall, had a sweet smile and floppy black hair. She thought his name was Brett, but they hadn’t talked too much. Their bodies just grinder up against each other to the beat of the music that was playing. The alcohol had caused her to loosen up quite a bit and she was turned on as her thong was dripping with her pussy juices. She felt Brett’s hard cock through his jeans. She began tilting her head up to his, but the two of them didn’t kiss yet.
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Andrew was standing in front of the VIP booth that his buddies rented out for his coworkers bachelors party and he wouldn’t believe how lucky he was. There was Harley on the dancing grinding on a nerdy looking loser. Andrew felt a blonde pulling on his arm, but he shook her off. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him when he sat in the VIP section and he knew that he was very attractive. Andrew was 6’4, dark black hair, blue eyes and everyone around town knew that he was hung like a horse. He was proud of his cock, which was 10 inches when fully hard but the girth was as thick as a coke can. Most of the girls couldn’t take his entire cock in their pussy or even deep throat him. He rarely ever forced girls to take more than he could, but every once in a while he couldn’t control himself as he destroyed their holes.
He totally forgot about the dork that she was with as he knew he would have her by the end of this night. Andrew saw the guy shouting at Harley as he walked to the basement that led to the bathroom. He grabbed the blonde and shook her off while saying, “See that guy in the black shirt going to the bathroom? Follow him and keep him occupied.”
The blonde wrapped her arms around Andrew and said, “But baby how can I keep you occupied?”
Andrew said, “Doll do this for me and I will take care of you. Go keep him occupied and it’ll be worthwhile for you later.” She gasped while nodding in agreement and going to the bathroom while Andrew slapped her on the ass as she started walking away.
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Harley loved to dance and she was drunk and feeling herself. She swayed side to side with the music not caring about all the people who ran into her constantly. It took her a couple of minutes until she realized someone’s body was pressed up against hers.
Harley figured that Brett must have returned from the bathroom and she backed up into him more while his arms ended up snaking around her waist. His hands were roaming as they danced causing her to get extremely aroused. Her nipples got hard and she arched her ass as much as she could into his cock.
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Andrew loved her ass backing into her as he slipped a hand under her short dress while feeling her wetness dripping through her thong. He knew that she wanted it really badly as he heard her gasping and shaking her head. He pulled her thong aside and flicked his finger right over her clitoris while feeling her grind her pussy against his hand.
Andrew thought she wanted to cum and I wasn’t going to allow her to until I was inside of her.
He rubbed her clitoris even harder while sliding his fingers up and down her slit until he stuck his fingers into her cunt while trying to gently finger fuck her. Harley’s knees started feeling weak as his fingers felt amazing inside of her. Pussy clamped around the fingers as she felt his lips kissing up against her neck. She tilted her head back trying to enjoy all of the sensations she was feeling.
Andrew knew the time was near as he had to wait a few more minutes so he could pounce. All of a sudden, sirens ended up going off as everything went red and everyone went wild in the club as foam started getting sprayed everywhere.
Andrew knew now it was time as he violently took her thong off while freeing his throbbing cock out of his pants. He leaned forward while bending Harley over as he rubbed the tip of his thick cock along her lips. Her juices ended up coating the head of his cock as his dick started throbbing as he entered her soaking wet hole.
Harley’s eyes shot open as she sobered up on the spot. What was she doing in front of everyone? Was that his dick? She had already let this man finger fuck her in public, which was way more than she would have allowed on a normal day.
She tried moving forward while struggling to get away, but his hands grabbed her wrists as she tried putting her dress back on. She felt on her ears, “Baby girl. I’ve been told you like to struggle, but I know you like it.” His cock got even bigger and harder in between her legs.
Harley began freaking out as this wasn’t even Brett. She struggled to get her wrists free as he gripped harder and harder. Her dress was riding up while she was in a power struggle against him while he kept humping and pushing his cock along the lips of her pussy. Pussy juice and precut was leaking down her thighs as Andrew bit and licked her neck once again causing her to moan as she leaned her body towards Andrew. This moment of weakness allowed him to thrust his cock into as hard as he possibly could.
Harley let out a loud shriek as this thick cock was forced right into her pussy. Nobody was paying attention to them as everyone was jumping, dancing and yelling on their own.
Andrew got his head inside of her tight pussy as he felt sensations he had never felt ever before in his life. He let one of her wrists go while he covered her mouth using his hand as he felt tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Baby doll, you will get used to it soon. That’s only the tip.” Andrew whispered to her.
Harley couldn’t believe that it was only the tip as she felt his cock twitching deep inside of her. Andrew pulled his hips back while thrusting more of his cock inside of her. Harley screamed into the man’s hands as the pain was too much for her to handle. Not only that, but her pussy was burning from the pain as he held her in place. Andrew was determined to stick his entire cock into her and he didn’t care about pain as he continued hammering into her pussy as hard as he possibly could until his entire cock was finally buried into her.
Harley began moaning as her pussy got ripped in half and it hurt a ton, but the fullness also felt amazing inside of her. Andrew took his hand off of her mouth and he began pinching her nipples while rubbing her clit. He pulled his cock out until the head was just barely inside her and he thrusted it inside of her as hard as he possibly could.
Andrew couldn’t hold back any longer as he pound din side of her pussy while she got even wetter. He wanted her to cum at the same time as him as he fingered her clitoris while biting her neck once again.
Harley began moaning when he felt her pussy clenching down on his cock so tight that he couldn’t slide his cock out. Andrew felt Harley’s body getting tense as she began shuddering as she came on top of his cock with her pussy strangling his cock and a ton of pussy juice leaking out. He groaned and fucked her harder while he pumped his cum into her pussy. He pulled his cock out while cum gushed out of her cunt and down her thighs.
The foam portion of the club was nearing the ending as Andrew wiped his dick up against the back of her dressed and he pulled her inside of his chest while whispering, “You’re welcome you dirty little teacher.”
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Harley stumbled towards the exit while feeling some hands reaching out to grab her. Brett said, “Hey. I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Sorry, I took so long in the bathroom. An annoying girl didn’t leave me alone.”
Harley looked into his eyes and said, “I was looking for you as well. Sorry I have to go, I don’t usually drink. I’m going home!”
“Want me to get you a cab? Would you like dinner sometime next week?” Brett asked.
“Sure, that sounds fine.” Harley was ashamed that a nice guy asked her out while a stranger was fucking her in the club. She still had his cum dripping down her thighs and worst of all, she loved every second of it.
The End.
STORY 12
I leaned against the
brick wall of the skyscraper downtown waiting as calmly as I could for the drop to start. Slinging drugs has always been my main source of income over the years, it started out as a side gig when I was in my teens and in high school, after graduation I quickly became used to the scene.
It was sort of a joke at first, my friends all wanted pot, and I was the only one that grew up around the Bronx that knew how to gain access to it. My uncle sold pot so I would just give the money to him, turn around and give the weed to my friends, and the cycle continued. My mother wasn’t always around, she worked two full time jobs just to make ends meet to support my younger sister and I. She would have my uncle watch us when she was at work, and I quickly picked up on things that he was doing.
I would follow him almost every night where he would do drops at a corner of a deserted street, or he would exchange numbers with other dealers to get more high end drugs and deals. I picked up on the contacts he would be in frequent connections with, and when my friends would want more of the high end drugs I would easily get it for them through my uncle’s connections. Ma wasn’t particularly happy when she caught me slinging drugs one evening, how she even knew where I was was beyond me. She kicked me out of the house before I graduated, and I’ve lived with my uncle’s dealer ever since.
The house is nice for a drug dealer, just on the outskirts of the city. He took me under his wing and has trained me in every way that he knows on the dealing scene. About a year ago he stopped dealing on the streets, and has made connections in other cities to get access to more drugs that I can sell for him. Out of all of his dealers I am the only one that actually lives in the same house as he does, most don’t even know where he really lives or who he is. Most of them eventually have been sniffed out by the police, so my supplier treats me very well with cash, a place to live, food, an unlimited amount woman, and anything I ask for to keep his business rolling. Being the alpha in the game has a pretty good price, why people judge and hate on this lifestyle is beyond me.
I pull my leather jacket closer to me, it’s tight against my arms, and I pull the dark brown beanie on my head over my ears. Winter was in full motion in New York this time of year, and most of our best customers were holing themselves up for the winter getting high as a kite. I look at my silver wrist watch to check the time; the drop was supposed to happen thirty minutes ago. I look around the corner, the snow was falling pretty hard, but I could make out a figure walking along the street. I pull on my leather gloves and shove them into my jean pockets making my way toward the person. I was becoming irritated at how late they were, it was already getting dark, and I didn’t want to stay out this late making a drug deal. I had plans to get into a ritzy club in New York City and hopefully get a couple girls into a nearby hotel room for the night.
I stop past a street lamp, the streets were deserted as the snow became heavier and the outline of who I was making the drop to finally caught my sight. She was on the short side, but her four-inch-high heeled black combat boots made her seem taller. They were over top of a pair of light blue skinny jeans, and she had a long black trench coat on. Her long bleach blonde hair was in loose spiral curls about her shoulders, and stopped right above her waste. Her skin was almost as white as the snow, and she wore a dark pink lipstick upon her pouty lips. She had the hood to her coat over her head and her hands shoved into her pockets. Her icy blue eyes pierced a look at him as he examined her from head to toe. He could almost imagine that her nails were perfectly manicured too.
“Staring is not polite.” She snapped at him, catching him out of his daze, he wasn’t expecting that. From how feminine she looked he wasn’t expecting such an outburst. He only assumed that most men she walked past stared at her too. She was stunningly beautiful, but had a bite just like an ice queen. “I know I look very tantalizing to you, but please, let’s keep this to business.”
I couldn’t help but smirk at her, I could have so much fun with this, and I loved to have a challenge every so often. She didn’t even realize that her bratty, stuck up, attitude was my validation that the game was on. “Cuchura,” I spoke my tongue making a purr with the ‘r’ as my Hispanic roots began to show. “I’ve had my fair share of women that are much more tantalizing than yourself, but if you dress like that, my sweet, expect to get a few stares.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes, and my smirk only grew. “So, do you have it or not?”
I pulled out the ecstasy tablets from my pocket, the thin piece of paper that they are wrapped in between my fingers as I hold it in the air. “A typical white girl’s choice, I must say.” I chuckle.
She pulled out an envelope, and I took it with my left hand. “Do you even know who you are speaking to?” She asked, in a condescending tone.
“No, Chica, and frankly I don’t care.” I said coldly while I counted the cash, I removed it from the envelope and placed the drugs in the envelope.
“Irina Banks.” She scoffed, folding her arms. “The CEO of Banks Enterprises daughter.”
“Banks, banks, banks.” I tapped my foot pretending to think on the name. I knew who she was referring to, and she had a lot of fame in NYC. It made me wonder how she actually got her all by herself. “No, doesn’t ring a bell, Cuchura.”
“Perhaps you should look it up.” She attempted to take the envelope and I moved so she missed. I grabbed her outstretched hand and pulled her into me. “Excuse me!”
With my other hand I cupped her jaw gently, she tried jerking away, but I held it steadfast so she was looking me in the eye. “Someone should watch their tone, otherwise some people may get the wrong impression.” I whispered coldly, and kissed her hard on the lips. I could feel her body tighten against mine in shock that I kissed her. I deepened it, slipping my tongue into her mouth to feel hers, my hand moving from her arm to her waste pulling her closer. I wanted to teach her a lesson, one that she wouldn’t forget. She pushed away from me stumbling backward.
“How dare you!” She yelled, but it was high pitched, and definitely had a shocked tone to it. I held out the envelope with her drugs, and she snatched it quickly, turning to walk the other way.
“Adios, Cuchura!” I called after her with a chuckle. I was tempted to follow her, honestly she was beautiful, and she definitely had an attitude that was probably a good show in the bed. She was definitely a fighter, one that I wasn’t used to having. I waited a few moments before following her shadow through the snow storm of the Bronx. On the other corner was a body guard. I knew it was too good to be true that she was alone.
She got into a car, but I was able to catch the plate before they sped off into the storm toward NYC. I made my way down the street toward my car that was parked a block over. I got inside and pulled out my cell, I quickly made a call to a friend that I had at the DMV to run the plate to see where she was off to. My body was raging, I needed to teach her a lesson, and I felt empowered to do so. I pulled downtown, and strangely enough I watched her walk into the club that I was going to party at for the evening. I parked my car in the usual hotel across the street, and made my way inside toward the VIP lounge where her and her friends were probably at. I got to the bar and ordered jack on the rocks, looking around the bar to see her. After an hour with no luck I was becoming even more angry, where could she have possibly gone that I had missed. All the other women that were flirting with me at the bar I didn’t want, I wanted what I knew I shouldn’t and couldn’t have. I wanted Banks daughter for the night, and I was determined to have it.
Finally, her long blonde hair caught my eye exiting a private room with a couple of other girls. There was a man that was on her arm, clearly flirting with her. I finished my drink off and made my way toward the group. “Look what the trash drug in.” Irina smirks at me, clearly surprised that I had found her, but not going to show it around her friends.
“Hot trash.” One of her friends giggled, touching my arm gently with her hand. “Do you have a name?”
Irina raised a brow at me, curious as well, “Javier Sa
nchez.”
“Well, Javier, want to have a little fun?” Her friend held up a small white sheet of paper, the ecstasy I sold them earlier.
“Irina got it from a handsome drug dealer earlier apparently.” Her other friend cooed lingering on my other arm. “Take some.”
“Yes, take some.” Irina smirks wider demanding I take it.
“Why don’t you, Cuchura?” I ask smirking back at her.
“Why don’t you back off, buddy.” The man she is with hisses at me removing himself from her, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Come on, Gringo, you really want to start something here and get embarrassed?” I ask raising a brow inviting him to a first punch, which he happily obliges colliding with my temple. I chuckle wiping a little blood from my brow, turning around and in one swing my knuckles collide with his jaw, sending him reeling on the ground shrieking in pain. “Get up, Gringo.”
He crawls on the ground backward, and Irina placed her hands on my chest to stop me from going after him as he screams in pain that I broke his face. The bouncers from the club escort him out, making Irina look curiously at me. “Who are you really, Javier Sanchez.” She demands, snickering as if she found a golden prize in a room full of fake jewelry.
“Just a boy from the Bronx, Miss Banks.” I say slyly back at her, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Perhaps you should dig a little deeper, Cuchura.”
I walk with her and her friends to the bar ordering multiple rounds of shots for us all. I can tell that her friends are incoherent as it is, but the shots don’t help them either. Irina on the other hand seems to just be the middle man for the drugs, which makes me more curious as to why. After the sixth shot she takes my hand leading me onto the dancefloor. The tight fitted dress she changed into hugged all of her curves in the right places. The red against her white, creamy skin made her stand out in the crowd. The sleeves had slits in them to expose her arms, her neckline plunged to her waist and there was a slit up the long dress to her upper thigh. I pulled her body close to mine, claiming her on the dancefloor, I could feel every man’s eyes on her. My anger pulsed through my veins, she was mine.
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