Wild Night at the Club
Back in my 20s, single and untamed and bored one weekend. my ex-boyfriend, Jake, called me up. We’d broken up months ago, but the chemistry was still there. He wanted to hit a club, and I, restless and craving trouble, said yes.
I slipped into a skin-tight, black mini-dress that barely covered my ass, the fabric clinging to my curves like a second skin. Sheer, glossy tights hugged my legs, shimmering under the light, and I zipped up my knee-high leather boots, their heels clicking with every step. My reflection screamed sex, and I loved it. No bra, just a thong so tiny it might as well not exist. I was ready to make jaws drop.
Jake picked me up, his eyes raking over me like he was starving. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me tonight,” he joked already half-hard in his jeans. At the club, the bass thumped through my bones, and Jake kept the drinks coming—tequila shots, vodka, something neon that burned my throat. My head spun, my body buzzed, and the alcohol lit a fire between my thighs. I was horny as hell, grinding against Jake on the dancefloor, his hands gripping my hips, his cock pressing hard against my ass through his jeans.
“You’re such a tease,” he whispered, nipping my ear. His breath was hot, his voice low. “Bet you’d do anything I say right now.” I giggled, tipsy and reckless, and he smirked, that dangerous glint in his eyes. “Prove it. I dare you to suck off a random guy in the bathroom. I wanna watch.”
My pussy clenched at the filth of it. The idea was so wrong, so dirty, it made me drip. I nodded, biting my lip, and he scanned the crowd, pointing out a tall guy in a leather jacket by the bar. “Him. Go.”
I swayed over, my boots clicking, my dress riding up just enough to flash the tops of my tights. Leather Jacket’s eyes locked on me, and I didn’t waste time. “Wanna have some fun?” I purred, trailing a finger down his chest. He grinned, and I led him to the men’s room, Jake trailing behind.
In the grimy stall, I dropped to my knees, the cold tile biting through my tights. Jake leaned against the wall, his eyes burning as I unzipped Leather Jacket’s pants. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, already hard. I licked my lips and took him into my mouth, moaning as he filled me. I sucked hard, sloppy, my head bobbing, spit dripping down my chin. He groaned, grabbing my hair, fucking my throat while Jake watched, stroking himself through his jeans. “Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” Jake muttered,
I glanced up, seeing Jake’s bulge, and it spurred me on. I swirled my tongue, hollowed my cheeks, and Leather Jacket came fast, grunting as he shot down my throat. I swallowed every drop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my pussy throbbing with need.
Back on the dancefloor, Jake pulled me close, his cock rock-hard against me. “You fucking loved that, didn’t you?”, grinding into me. The music pulsed, and I was lost in it, my body on fire. Then he pointed to another guy—some blond with tattoos, leaning by the DJ booth. “Do it again,” Jake said, his voice thick with lust. “Suck him too.”
I was too drunk, too turned on to say no. I sauntered over, same routine, same filthy smile. Blondie followed me to the bathroom, and this time, Jake was bolder, his hand down his pants as I knelt. Blondie’s cock was longer, hitting the back of my throat as I sucked, gagging wetly. I moaned around him, my thong soaked through, my tights sticking to my thighs. Jake’s breathing was heavy, his eyes glued to me. “That’s it, baby, take it all,”. Blondie came with a curse, his cum spilling over my lips as I tried to catch it all.
It was too much for Jake. He grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the club, my heels stumbling on the pavement. The nearby park was dark, the air cool. He didn’t speak, just pushed me toward a bench, my hands braced on the cold metal. “You’re mine now,” he snarled, yanking my dress up over my hips.
He ripped my tights with one brutal tug, the sheer fabric shredding, exposing my bare ass and dripping pussy. My thong was shoved aside, and then he was inside me, his thick cock slamming into me so deep I cried out. The bench creaked as he fucked me, hard and relentless, his hands digging into my hips. “You like being a slut, don’t you?” he growled, slapping my thighs, the sting making me gasp. My pussy clenched around him, my body screaming for release.
His cock stretched me, pounding my wet, needy cunt, each thrust shoving me against the bench. I moaned, loud and shameless, the thrill of being fucked in public sending me over the edge. “Fuck, Jake, I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, and he slammed harder, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing rough circles. I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, my pussy gushing around him.
He didn’t stop, grunting as he chased his own release. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled, and with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his cock pulsing, hot cum spilling inside me, dripping down my thighs, soaking what was left of my tights.
We stood there, panting, my legs shaking, my dress still hiked up. Jake zipped up, smirking. “Best fucking night ever,” he said. I laughed, dizzy and wrecked.
