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