Speaker 1: The feel of the sex club vibrated through my bones
before I even cleared the doorway, a filthy, primal beat
that vibrated up through my heels and settled right between
my thighs. The club swallowed me whole, strobes slashing through
the haze in violent pinks and sickly greens, bodies writhing
on the dance floor like one giant sweating organism. The
air tasted of cheap tequila and something muskier underneath, sex, desperation, opportunity.
I paused just inside, letting my eyes adjust, letting them look.
A girl could get lost in here, or she could
get exactly what she came for. My dress clung to
every curve, black and tight and cut low enough to
make my intention obvious. I wasn't here to dance. I
wasn't here for cocktails and coy conversation. John was at home,
probably already hard, just thinking about what I was doing,
what I'd bring back to him. My husband had a
particular hunger, one that involved me returning used up, stretched out,
dripping another man's load. The thought made my cunt clench
as I moved deeper into the crowd. Some women wanted flowers,
some wanted romance. I wanted a cock so thick it
would leave me limping. The first prospect was pretty, blonde, lanky,
with a bulge that suggested potential, but his face was
all wrong, soft, nervous. I needed a man who wore
his size like a threat, not a boy who'd apologize
for taking too long to come. I brushed past him
without a second glance. Near the DJ booth, a mountain
of a man caught my attention. Shaved head, gleaming, shoulders
broad enough to block out the lights. His jeans hugged
thick thighs, and the outline of his package was substantial.
I let myself linger, imagining my lips stretched around him,
my jaw aching, But something held me back. The way
he stood, closed off, arms crossed suggested he'd be mechanical efficient.
I didn't want efficient. I wanted ruinous. I kept moving.
The crowd parted briefly, and that's when I saw him,
leaning against the far wall like he owned it, a
beard dangling from his fingers, tall, dark hair falling into
eyes that scanned the room with lazy disinterest. Something about
the way he held himself relaxed but coiled like a
predator at rest made my breath catch, then my gaze dropped.
Holy fuck. His jeans were practically criminal, molded to thighs
like tree trunks, and there straining against worn denim was
the most obscene bulge I'd ever seen. Thick, heavy, the
kind of package that promised damage. My mouth went dry,
my pussy, already wet from anticipation, grew slicker. That was it,
That was the one. I adjusted my stride, letting my
hips roll, letting my tits bounce with each step. Close up,
he was even better. Sharp jaw, a faint scar cutting
through one eyebrow, eyes that flicked over me with slow,
deliberate assessment. He didn't lear, he didn't need to. His
gaze alone felt like a hand sliding up my thigh. Hey,
I stopped a foot away, tilting my head. I'm Sarah.
He straightened, slightly, lips twitching mike, his voice low, rough,
the kind of voice that would sound perfect, growling filthy
things in my ear. Didn't expect someone like you to
wander over here, he added, tipping his beer toward me.
I laughed, soft and knowing someone like me, you look
like you're on a mission. He took a sip throat
working as he swallowed. Most people here are just stumbling around.
Maybe I am. I stepped closer, close enough to smell him,
something woody, clean underneath the bar smoke. What about you?
You don't exactly blend into the wallpaper. The corner of
his mouth lifted, just waiting for the right reason to
make the night worth it. My cunt pulsed. Right reason, Jesus,
the things I wanted to do to this man. This
place as loud as hell, though, I said, letting my
dropped deliberately to his zipper before dragging it back up.
There's a hotel down the street. Quieter we could talk.
His hand found my lower back, warm and possessive. Lead
the way. The hotel room was a shithole, peeling wallpaper,
a single flickering lamp, a bed with a rusted frame
that looked like it had seen decades of bad decisions. Perfect.
I didn't want romance. I wanted a place where I
could be as loud and filthy as I needed to be.
The door clicked shut. Mike didn't waste time with small talk.
His eyes, dark now hungry, raked over my body like
he was already undressing me. We're not here to fucking talk,
are we? Hell no, I breathed. My fingers found his shirt,
yanking it over his head. His chest was carved, muscles
shifting on skin as he reached for me. But I
was already dropping, already sinking to my knees on that
questionable carpet, because I needed to see it, needed to
taste it. Eager little slut, he murmured, but there was
approval in his voice. Shut up and show me that cock.
He popped the button on his jeans, the zipper slow, teasing,
a sound that made my pussy throb. Then he shoved
everything down, and my brain short circuited. Jesus fucking Christ.
It was a monster, thick as my wrist, long enough
to make my jaw ache just looking at it, veins
pulsing along the shaft. The head was fat and already glistening,
and I actually moaned at the sight, A pornographic, desperate
sound that bubbled up from somewhere deep There it is,
I whispered, reaching for it. My fingers couldn't close around
the girth. There's that fucking horse cock. You think you
can handle it? I looked up at him, Let him
see the hunger in my eyes. I'm going to worship
this thing, every inch gonna choke on it. Then I
leaned in and dragged my tongue flat across the head.
The taste, salty, male intoxicating flooded my senses. I licked
him like I was savoring something precious, swirling my tongue
around the ridge, tracing every vein. When I finally wrapped
my lips around him, my jaw stretched painfully wide. I
took him as deep as I could, barely half way,
and felt my throat protest. Fuck. Mike groaned, hands fisting
in my hair. That's a good little cocksucker. The words
sent a thrill straight to my clit. I pulled back
strings of saliva connecting my lips to his shaft, and
stroked him with both hands while I tongued his balls
heavy full. I sucked one into my mouth, then the other,
licking the seam between them while he shuddered above me.
Filthy fucking mouth, he growled. I looked up, grinning, you
haven't seen anything yet. I went back to work, bobbing
on his cock with wet, obscene sounds, letting drool drip
down my chin, my throat burned as I tried to
take more, gagging around him, moaning through it, because the
discomfort only made me wetter. I wanted to be ruined.
I wanted my voice hoarse tomorrow, but I also needed
that monster inside me. I pulled off with a wet pop, gasping,
fuck me, now, shove this beast in my cunt and
stretch me the fuck out. He hauled me up like
I weighed nothing, tossing me onto the bed. The springs screamed.
I landed on my back, legs, falling open, my pussy
so wet I could feel it soaking my inner thighs.
Mike climbed over me, gripping his cock and rubbing the
fat head through my slick folds, teasing my clit. Quit
fucking around. I snapped hips, jerking ram it in. He
pushed just the tip and I felt it. The stretch,
the burn my walls. Fighting to accommodate him, my back
arched off the mattress more. I demanded, God, damn it,
give me all of it. Inch by brutal inch, he
sank deeper. My pussy stretched around him, aching, and I
loved every second of the pain. When he bottomed out
balls against my ass. I felt impaled, owned, so fucking
full I couldn't breathe shit your tight, he grunted, starting
to thrust. Yes, I clawed at his back. Fuck me
with that giant cock, ruin this pussy. The bed frames
slammed the wall, bang, bang, bang, keeping time with the
wet smack of his hips against mine. He pounded me relentlessly,
and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper,
screaming encouragement, take it, he snarled, feel that dick tearing
you up harder, split me open. His hand closed around
my throat, not choking, just owning, and I came. The
orgasm ripped through me without warning, my pussy clamping down
around his massive cock. Juice is gushing. That's it, he growled,
fucking me through it. Soak my dick, you dirty girl.
I was still shaking when he flipped me over. Ass up,
he commanded. I scrambled onto my knees, presenting my dripping,
wrecked cunt. He slid back in from behind. Deeper now,
and I screamed into the mattress as he resumed his assault.
The new angle made everything more intense, his cock hitting
places I didn't know existed. Gonna fill you up, he warned,
pace growing frantic. Do it pump me full of that
hot com I want to feel it dripping out of
me for hours. He roared, slamming deep, and I felt
his cock pulse as he emptied into me, thick spurts
flooding my insides, claiming me, marking me. I came again
with a strangled sob, my pussy milking him for every drop.
When he pulled out, I collapsed, wrecked and satisfied beyond reason.
Come leaked down my thighs, pooling on the sheets. Mike
flopped beside me, panting, You're a fucking animal. I smiled,
already thinking of John at home. Yeah, and you just
gave me exactly what I needed. The drive home was
a blur of street lights and throbbing soreness. Every bump
in the road sent a delicious ache through my pussy,
still leaking, still full, I walked into the house with
wobbly legs, my dress wrinkled, my hair a mess. John
was waiting, lounging in his underwear, his cock already hard
rough night. His voice was thick with hunger. I kicked
off my heels smirking. Mike fucked me raw, huge cock,
massive load. It's still dripping out of me. His breath
caught bedroom now. I led the way, hips, each step
a reminder of what I'd taken in the dim light
of our bedroom. I stripped off my dress and climbed
onto the bed, spreading my legs. My pussy was a
ravaged mess, red puffy, glistening with Mike's come. John knelt
between my thighs, eyes dark Jesus, he tore you up,
lick it, I commanded, grabbing his hair, Clean up that
filthy cunt. He dove in. His tongue lashed across my
swollen lips, and I gasped at the sting. I was
so sensitive, so tender, and his eager mouth sent jolts
of pleasure pain through my nerves. He slurped at me,
sucking Mike's thick cum from my depths, groaning as he swallowed. Fuck,
you're full of hymn. He mumbled against my flesh, every drop,
Eat it all. He sucked my clit hard, and I came.
The orgasm tore through me hips, bucking a scream ripping
from my throat. John kept going tongue relentless, pushing me
straight into a second climax. But I wasn't done on
your back, I rasped. He obeyed, grinning his cock standing proud.
I climbed over him, straddling his face, my dripping pussy
hovering just above his lips, ready to get smothered. Do
it give me that messy cunt. I sank down, grinding
my sloppy folds against his mouth, and John's tongue went
to work with desperate hunger. I rode his face hard,
smearing Mike's come and my own slickness across his lips,
his cheeks, his chin. Eat it, I hissed, rocking my hips,
suck up every bit of that filthy load. My hand
found his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts. Orgasm
after orgasm crashed through me, my leg's trembling, my juices
flooding his face, until finally I felt him pulse in
my grip. I laughed like a bitch, best fucking husband
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