I pulled up at this fancy night club and after about ten minutes of trying to get in, I was finally on the dance floor. I danced hard, shaking my hips on the dance floor. I stopped dancing and made my way to the bar when some bloke decided I was fair game andtried grinding his groin into me.
I slid myself on a stool at the bar and waved the bartender over.
“What can I do for you sweet cheeks?”
“Well, for starters shots… and then more shots.”
I raised my five fingers first then raised the other five later showing how many shots I wanted. He laughed showing off his dimples and shook his head at me.
“Coming right up, darling.”
I watched him mix my drinks and passed them to me. I threw back the first five and moaned in satisfaction as I felt the burning liquid go down my throat. I was by no means a lightweight so ten shots are honestly not enough to get me hammered but it gave me that buzz I needed.
I was on my tenth shot when the bartender came to me with a tall glass of champagne. I loved the bubbly stuff but I didn’t order that.
“What’s this? I didn’t order it.”
“No, you didn’t love it. It’s courtesy of that gentleman up there.”
He pointed up and I followed his finger to see a man leaning in the rails of the VIP section with a champagne flute in his hand. Our eyes met and he raised his glass at me.
“He also left you a message.”
He gave me a piece of paper and went to attend to other patrons.
I opened the paper.
‘If you’re looking to have fun, join me…’
I looked up at him again and he held my gaze. I picked up my flute and went up the stairs leading to the VIP section, surprisingly I wasn’t stopped by any of the guards.
He waited patiently as I made my way towards him, I made sure to add some extra sway to my hips as I walked up to him. I honestly don’t know why I did that but I did and it made me feel powerful.
My rational mind was telling me that it was the tequila talking.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
“Hello, mysterious.”
“You look hot.”
“I know, else you won’t be fucking me with your eyes right now.”
He chuckled lightly. I had expected him to be at least embarrassed at been caught in the act but he wasn’t, he even became more bold and open in appraising my body. I loved his British accent, classic.
“There’s so much I’d rather do than eye fuck you kitten.”
His words were turning me on even though they shouldn’t. Guys who tried this with me found certain very important body parts in pain.
“Like what?”
My voice came out raspy and hoarse.
“I’d like to take you up to my private suite and peel this sinful dress off you.”
He moved dangerously close and hooked his index finger in the neck of my blouse, gently brushing my breasts. His voice sounded in my ear this time, sending electricity sizzling through me.
“Then I’d kiss down your neck and suck on your nipples, I’d also make sure I leave my mark there. Then I’d continue down until my tongue is buried deep in your pussy.”
His eyes bored into mine. I couldn’t believe what mere words were doing to me, I’m not a virgin, lost it to a complete bozo some years back, and have had sex on a handful of occasions but this man makes it sound like ice cream and strawberries and I wanted it. Everything he has to offer.
I knew it was the tequila talking and that I was most likely to regret whatever decision I would make my morning when I’m most likely sober.
“What’s stopping you?”
His eyes widened a little in shock and then his lips landed on mine as his hand slipped into my hair, angling my head just how he wanted it. I dropped my glass and wrapped a hand in his hair and pulled his head forcefully forcing his lips to stop kissing me for a second, I bit down on his bottom lip hard then sucked it even my mouth, tracing my teeth mark with my tongue. I was rewarded with a deep growl but he pulled me away from me forcefully as we both tried to catch our breaths.
“What, you didn’t like the kiss?”
“Far from it honey, if I had let that kiss continue you won’t have your clothes on you for much longer.”
“Oh…”
Was he so blunt about everything?
“Come on sugar.”
He took my hands and led me up a flight of stairs to a much quieter floor, down a hallway and we finally stopped at a door. He brought out a card and swiped and we were in the room.
Scratch that, the place was a loft!
Who was he to have such exclusive rights in a club?
“I don’t think we should be here, the management of the club could get mad.”
He laughed a little and drew me into the circle of his arms. He had taken off his suit as well as his tie and had a few buttons undone. It made him look hotter.
“I don’t think I’d be mad seeing as I own the club. By the way, we never got to introductions. I’m Tony.”
He began kissing the soft spot behind my ear down to my neckwhere he bit down lightly and began to suck on that spot.
“My… ahh… my name is… Amanda…”
“Now that that’s out of the way…”
He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, he settled his hands on my ass and squeezed as he walked us back to the bed. He threw me down on the bed and came down with me.
“The things I’m going to do to you…”
“You could keep talking or you could shut up and show me.”
I took my blouse off and let my tits bounce free and his eyes drifted to them before meeting my eyes again.
His eyes darkened slightly, someone doesn’t like taking orders. He stood from the bed and retrieved his tie from the floor, he took both of my hands in his and tied them to the headboard. I struggled against them but it was no use, it was as tight as a sailor’s knot.
“Now it will be in your best interest to keep your mouth shut.”
His eyes trailed down my chest to my boobs, he took one and began to roll my nipple between his thumb and his index finger while he brought his lips down to torture the sweet spot on my neck. I threw my head back and moaned loud as he began to twirl my nipple faster.
He kissed down my chest and replaced his fingers with his mouth, he flicked my nipple with his tongue and then drew it into his mouth and suckled hard.
“Ahhhh…. yes!!!”
Needing no further encouragement, he suckled harder and bit down hard on it. I screamed from the pain but he sucked it in again giving me mind-numbing pleasure. He stood up and began taking off his clothes, he didn’t stop until he was gloriously naked. Then he went to work on my skirt, throwing it behind him. He took off my panties as well and then he sniffed them, he picked up his trousers and kept them in his pocket.
“Souvenir…”
He spread my legs wide open and stared at my pussy, he just stared.
“Beautiful…”
He lifted my left leg and began kissing the underside of my knee, I swear I didn’t know that spot was an erogenous zone. He continued down my thigh until he got to my pussy, he looked at me and smirked as he lowered his head and licked from my pussy right up to my clit. I shuddered and my eyes slid shut, I’m guessing that’s all the encouragement he needed because he began to eat it as his life depended on it.
“Yes… FUCK!!!”
I could feel myself on edge and I tried to warn him but all that came out were moans and screams and then I was falling into a dizzying abyss. I took deep breaths trying to relax my racing heart.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
I nodded and gave him a thumbs up.
He flipped me so I was lying on my tummy and pulled my hips up so I was on all fours.
“Hang on.”
“Fuck yes!!!”
He entered me with one savage thrust and waited for a few seconds for me to adjust to his size and then he began to move, really fast and hard. The room was a mixture of sighs, moans, and screams. With one final thrust, we both collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms and limbs.
“Was that enough fun for you sugar?”
“Yes… yes, it was.”
I tried my best to fight the exhaustion but it finally won and I closed my eyes in a sated sleep.
…
My eyes struggled openly as I took in my surroundings, this wasn’t my room. I closed my eyes as the memories of last night came crashing down on me.
I went to a club, got tipsy, met this hot mysterious stranger, and had hot sex with him. I tried moving my legs but discovered I couldn’t and for two reasons, one was that the aftereffects of last night’s marathon activities were going to be with me for a while, and the other was that a leg was crossed over mine.
I turned my head and took in the features of the stranger, I remember he said his name was Tony. He was handsome and he had this mysterious and dangerous aura about him that would chase any reasonable person away but I was drawn to him. I wanted more of him.
His eyes opened slowly and met mine, we just stayed that way until he broke the silence.
“Well…”
“Well, what?”
“Get up and leave!”
He stood up and began picking up his clothing and mine, throwing mine at me on the bed.
“Excuse me?!”
“I don’t know what the problem is with you whores. Fuck and go!!”
I’m sure my jaw was hitting the floor. Did this dipshit just call me a whore?!
“Fuck you!”
He smirked at me and raised a brow.
“I believe we already did that honey, now get out.”
I stood and held his eyes as I got dressed, I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and tame my hair a little bit. I can’t believe I’m doing the walk of shame
I picked up my purse and other stuff, I made to open the door but I stopped myself. I have to leave this fucker with a little something. I turned around and walked over to him and delivered a quick kick to his groin, I smiled in satisfaction as he cupped his groin and went down slowly.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry. It’s not like your dick was of much use anyway.”
And with that, I flipped my hair and walked out the door.