You walk into the club and stop immediately. There is no way this is where you were all supposed to meet. The place is half empty and looks a little disheveled. You pull out your phone and check the address. This is the place. You take a deep breath and walk up to the bar and order a drink. then head over to a table in the corner that is visible to the door but still gives you a view of everything going on. You scan the room. Maybe it’s not so bad but it could be a lot better. At least there are people here and dancing. You sip your drink and check your phone. Where is everyone? Your girlfriend had said it was a great dance club so you have worn a tight dress, stockings, heels, your chest shown off by the way it was cut.
You scan the dance floor and one of the dancers catches your eye. Tall fit and handsome, he dances along with friends, enjoying himself and all the people around him. It’s a case of instantly falling in lust, your panties get moist watching he and his friends dance. Your nipples harden staring at him. Where the hell is your friends, you think. He looks and catches your eye, holding your stare. You can feel yourself quivering with excitement. He starts to walk towards you and your head races.
"Oh Shit", you mumble, gulping your drink down.
He is standing in front of you smiling. You smile back, aware of your flushed cheeks, head swimming. "Come dance" he says, his voice floats to your ears, silky smooth and full of tantalizing promises of things to come. He holds out his hand and you take it, feeling how strong he is from that simple touch. You stand and he pulls you gently to the dance floor letting him lead you, almost stumbling in your high heels, your nipples poking through the thin material of your form fitting dress. You move as if you are in a trance. You dance slowly at first, staring up at him, eyes wide with wonder. You can feel that drink now and the music pulsating through you, guiding your movements.
Grinding, your hips pulsating, he and his friends loving it, shaking my hair about, getting into the music. You start to really dance feeling the music and moving your body in time to it, grinding your bodily, enjoying the moment. You feel his strong hands pull you close. You grind you ass against his crotch and almost gasp out loud at what you feel through his jeans. His cock is huge! You can feel it wedged in your tight butt, as you gyrate against him, his hands on your hips, matching your every move. Your back is to him; sliding your ass up and down his trapped cock...loving the feeling, not realizing your dress is being pushed up with each grind.
You feel his hands right against the warm skin your stomach, how wet you tight panties are, how fat his cock feels wedged against your booty. You feel his hot breath on your ear. Slowly, you turn your head caught up in the music and your lips meet his. You swoon in his muscular arms, feeling a hand slide over your wet pussy as your touch dances with his. You kiss him deeply, your dress askew, grinding on him, feeling his power, making you so wet, no longer thinking about your friends.
You gasp into his mouth as you feel a finger on your clit as another one slips into your wet hole. You moan softly in his mouth as you feel his fingers explore you. All that exists is you and he, enjoying the moment, feeling more alive then you have in ages. You press your ass harder against his fat cock. Wordlessly, you feel your panties pulled aside and the cock sliding into your hot tight wet pussy. You break the kiss and gasp loudly, feeling him slowly stretch your tiny pussy in a way you haven't felt in years. Inch by in; it delves into your pussy, stretching you slowly. You look back into those smiling eyes and are lost again, completely overcome. You gyrate your hips, groaning with pleasure as you feel your tight pussy massaging his thick, veined cock.
He is going so deep, your pussy stretching, holding onto him for support on the dance floor, your hips bucking, milking him as he pumps into you slowly, in time with the music, grunting each time he goes deep, moaning as he pulls out, your nipples rock hard, one leg around his waist as he fucks you on the dance floor.
You feel his hands on your tits, pulling you closer and you grind together, lost to the world. You realise you are by a booth near the dance floor. You reach out and clasp it, wrapping your other leg against his tight butt. You feel hands on your hips, and buck harder against the fat cock, feeling him meet your every move. You feel a strong hand around your breasts squeezing the left nipple as he pulls you back towards him, your back arching. Your lips met his and you bite his lip, overcome with lust, shoving yourself franticly against his cock. Everyone watching him take you, your pussy milking him, moaning like a whore as he gets you closer and closer to orgasm, your dress open, your tits out, his hand holding one, the other swaying as he drives into you.
You feel your orgasm building, swelling up like a wave building from your pussy. You can feel the heat radiating off it, your juices running down onto his thighs. You can't remember the last time you were this wet, this full. You are moaning like an under-paid porn star, you can feel the dam is going to break. He gives two more powerful thrusts and you go silent, and then scream with pleasure, the wave crashing over your body electrifying every fibre of your being. Your pussy squirts nectar all over the floor from around the fat cock buried deep inside you. At the same time, you feel ropes of hot cum splashing against your tiny womb, filling you completely. You squirm with pleasure and your pussy squeezes the fat dick, only aware of how good you feel. You feel him breed in your cunt, holding on as you tremble from your intense orgasm, you pussy squeezing ever drop from him, sweat beading on your chest.
Slowly, you come down from the ecstasy of your orgasm. The world slowly starts to come back. You still feel the fat cock in you, the hands on your body, the feeling of being full and held close. Slowly other things start to register too. The crowd of people stares at you smiling, some rubbing bulges in their pants. You turn and look back at your new lover, suddenly realizing he only said two words to you. You don't even know his name. He lets you go as your bare feet find the ground, heels lost in the frenzy. You fix your panties and pull your dress back down, fixing your breasts. You find your heels and walk into the bathroom. You do your best to fix your hair and make-up, cleaning up as best you can. You can still feel the hot sperm soaking your sodden panties. You take a deep breath and walk back out into. Your friend was right, this is a great club.