"One sex on the beach, please," I told the bartender, leaning over at an angle so he could see a lot of my cleavage. My name is Tori, short for Victoria. I'm admitting that I am a slut. So it was during my summer vacation when I decided to go to a club and have some sex with a stranger.
The bartender handed me over my drink and watched as I seductively took a sip from it and licked my lips, never breaking eye contact. "Thank you," I thanked him. "Maybe I can reward you later?" I offered, raising an eyebrow at him in question.
"I have a break in about 10 minutes," the bartender informed me, grinning knowingly. "Should I meet you back here?"
"Your wish is my command," I told him. With that, I turned to the dance floor and started to dance to the music blasting from the speakers. The dance floor was filled with whores and horny men, dancing together; grinding to the beat.
Oh, this was such a turn-on for me.
My hips swayed to the music, feeling the alcohol in my bloodstream aiding my movements. I observed a sexy man sitting by the bar on a stool. His gaze held mine, watching me cautiously. His eyes seemed to grow darker as he watched my body, scanning it up and down. I let my hands slowly slide down my body, a smirk spread across his face. I caught the attention of many males, enjoying the sight of their erections standing out.
The man who was watching me stood up from his stool, his feet touching the floor as he pushed himself up. He strolled towards me as I moved back, watching his smirk grow even more. I smiled seductively at him.
He gave me a playful look, winking before I turned and made my way around the dance floor. I looked over my shoulder to see him following me. His eyes turned even darker, if that was even possible. He nudged people out of the way to walk towards me.
I leaned against a wall and nearly moaned when his hands caught hold of my hips from behind. “Where are you going, girl?” His raspy voice whispered in my ear. “What’s your name, sexy?”
“Tori,” I practically groaned out as I felt him force my hips back.
“Can you feel that?” His erection pressed and he forcefully pushed me up against the wall, grinding his bulge into me. “That’s how much I want you, Tori.”
He ground his hips into me, making small whimpers leave my lips, as his chest vibrated in low moans. He pressed a wet trail of kisses on the skin of my neck, whispering in my ear, “Tell me what you want, sexy.”
I let my hands go behind his neck, lightly tugging at the hair on his nape. He nibbled on my ear lobe. “I want you so badly. I need to feel your cum fill my pussy. So much that your cum will be leaking out of me.” I leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”
His hot touch skimmed down my side, rubbing small circles on my hip before moving lower. What turned me on the most was that people in the club were watching us intently. Public sex was such a turn-on for me. I let out a loud moan when his large hand ran up the inside of my thigh, hitching my dress up. He rubbed patterns against the lace of my black thong, making me whimper softly. His bold movement surprised me. He went to push my underwear to the side but I gripped his wrist, stopping him. “Not here, please,” I begged him.
Without hesitation, he grabbed my hand and started to tug me towards the back of the club. My core was burning for his touch, my juices leaking into my panties. He pushed a door open that said “Private Backroom”. He gently pushed me in the room and shut the door behind him, locking the door.
“Get on the couch,” he instructed me, motioning to the couch that was in the middle of the room. I obeyed, only caring about having him inside my aching pussy. He got on top of me, straddling my hips. He put his hands in my hair and pulled me into a kiss. I was trying to remove his belt so I could run my hands up his chest. His hands found my nipples and I began to lose all self-control. I moaned in his mouth, grinding my lower region against his crotch.
He ground his teeth together and cursed. “You’re fucking sexy, Tori. You have no idea,“ he whispered against my lips before he bucked his hips against mine. My sensitive area rubbed against his erection, making a sexy moan escape his mouth. I just wanted to fuck him so badly.
He was kissing down my neck and rubbing my nipples in the most delicious circles at an erotic pace. I could hardly make my hands work to continue with his belt. His tongue inside my mouth was finding a rhythm that made me wish for more. He groped for my ass and lifted me a couple of inches off the couch so he could raise my dress to my waist. Moans left my mouth as he ran his hands over my thighs slowly. I threw my head back and bit my lip to keep my moans down. What if someone outside heard us?
“Look at me, sexy,” he ordered. He tilted my head so our eyes would meet. Immediately, I felt my orgasm rising even though we just got started. “Let those moans out. I want to hear your sexy moans. I want to hear you scream when you cum for me.” He lowered his head to my black lace thong and planted a kiss just above the waistband.
He shot me a sexy grin. "You don't need these," he said as he yanked them off.
I gasped a little, surprised at how hot it was to have him tear my panties off. I felt him blow erotically over my most intimate areas and heard his moan as he spread my legs, his hands running up my thighs. He took one long lick up my core and hissed with contentment. I began to shake, my body knowing this was only the beginning. He licked and teased and began to rub circles around my clitoris. I had one hand in his hair and one on my own breast, kneading and massaging myself desperately.
He saw what I was doing and grinned as he slid two fingers inside of me.. I felt like I was going to lose control and I moaned, loudly, when he reached forward and started to stroke me. His fingers found a rhythm just as he moved his mouth to my clitoris. He sucked it between his teeth and I came so hard that Eric put his hand on my stomach to keep me from falling off the couch.
“You’re such a dirty slut,” he whispered into my ear, his voice laced with lust. “You’re my slut now. All mine.” My muscles were pulsing around his fingers, contracting and releasing. I pulled at his hair to bring him back to my mouth but he would not budge. Seconds later, I was going over the edge again. By now I was moaning and a string of oh-god-oh-gods were leaving my mouth.
While I was still enjoying the aftershocks, he moved up for a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and almost feel his pleasure. His lips grazed my jaw, as his hand slightly tugged my dress down my shoulder. He nipped at the newly exposed skin, making me whimper. His eyes never left my face. I watched him grip the bottom of his t shirt. The fabric was swiftly pulled over his head before chucking the clothing to the floor. My eyes were instantly drawn to his well-toned chest. I let my hands run down and across his body, enjoying his hisses of pleasure. His muscles were toned, hard under my soft fingertips. I watched his mouth part, as my index finger lightly ran over his nipple. Hot breath forced from his body as my touch traveled down his front. I traced the defined lines on his stomach, his eyes never leaving me as I dipped into the curves. I seductively let my fingers wander to the v-lines on his hips. I finally reached the black band of his boxers which was visible over the top of his jeans.
I slowly unbuckled his belt, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. His touch was erotic, running up my back to force me closer to him. I turned my head to him and felt his lips crash onto mine.
His hand disappeared from my leg. He moaned and I glanced down to find his fingers rubbing over his crotch. His eyes were closed, the movements becoming harder and desperate, his mouth parting once again. I watched him press his palm down. My fingertips trailed down along the tensed muscles of his stomach; I moved the black fabric revealed by his undone jeans. His large hand fell over mine, encouraging me. He grew harder as I gently squeezed, watching in awe as his hips rocked up to my touch.
I applied more pressure which had him groaning in approval. My name fell in breathy gasps from his mouth, as I continued to rub over him. Moisture was beginning to pool on the black fabric and his moans were becoming more frequent. I watched as his orgasm shattered before me.
When he finally positioned himself over my pussy, I thrashed around to get some more. He sunk his cock deep inside of me, nearly making me cum in spasms. We both let out breathy moans, as he started to pound inside my aching core.
“Fuck, yes!” I breathed out, taking one of his nipples in my mouth. I licked a strip up the middle of his chest, moaning when I heard the sound of his balls hitting my skin. “Fuck, keep hitting like that,” I told him. “Harder,” I whispered, my breath getting caught in my throat. I squeezed my thighs around his waist as he pounded deeper and faster.
He changed his position and lifted my ass off the couch, massaging my G-spot. “Fuck!” I cursed, grinding my breasts against his chest. “I’m gonna cum,” I said.
“Cum for me, baby,” he told me, crashing his lips against mine. “Scream as loud as you can. Let your moans out.” He flicked my clitoris, watching as my orgasm unfolded before his eyes.
He released inside of my pussy, both of us moaning at the feeling. He got dressed and searched for something in my jeans pocket. I watched as he pulled out my phone and started to take pictures.
“You look so hot,” he said before typing in his phone number in my Contacts List. “Call me so we can have some fun another time.” A/N: Did you enjoy it? I'm so horny after writing this... message me ;)
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