The club smelled like sweat, cheap perfume, and pussy. I pushed through the crowd of women grinding on each other, my short black dress riding up my thighs with every step. My cunt was already wet from the second I walked in. Then I saw her. Tall, dark hair, tits barely covered by a tight red top, and she was staring right at me like she wanted to eat me alive.
She grabbed my wrist without asking and pulled me onto the dance floor. The music was loud and filthy, bass thumping through my chest. She spun me around so my back was against her and shoved her thigh between my legs. I started grinding on her like a desperate slut, rubbing my soaked panties against her skin. Her hands slid down my hips and under my dress in one rough move. Two fingers pushed my thong aside and shoved straight into my cunt.
Fuck, youre dripping already, she growled in my ear, pumping her fingers hard and fast while we kept moving to the beat. Nobody around us gave a shit. Other women were doing the same thing, hands up skirts, mouths on necks, moans mixing with the music. I pushed back against her hand, riding her fingers like I didnt care who watched. She curled them just right and I almost came right there on the floor.
She yanked her fingers out and spun me to face her. Bathroom. Now. We shoved through the crowd, her hand on my ass the whole way. The bathroom was just as loud and crowded, but she kicked open the last stall and slammed the door. I was bent over the toilet in seconds, dress hiked up, thong ripped down my thighs. She dropped to her knees behind me and buried her face in my cunt, tongue licking from my clit to my asshole in long, nasty strokes.
I moaned loud enough for the whole bathroom to hear. She sucked my clit hard, two fingers slamming back into my hole while her tongue worked my ass. My legs shook. I came hard, cunt pulsing around her fingers, juices running down her chin. She didnt stop. She kept licking and fucking me through it until I was whimpering.
Then she stood up, unzipped her pants, and pulled out a thick strap-on she must have been wearing all night. Your turn to take it, she said, and shoved the head against my soaked entrance. One hard thrust and she was buried balls-deep in my cunt. She fucked me rough and fast, hips slapping against my ass, the strap rubbing her own clit with every thrust. I gripped the toilet tank and pushed back, taking every inch like a whore.
Harder, I begged.
She grabbed my hair and pounded me, the fake cock stretching me open. Another woman in the next stall was clearly fingering herself to the sound. My second orgasm hit even stronger. I squirted around the strap, soaking her thighs and the floor. She kept fucking me through it until she came too, grinding the base against her clit and growling like an animal.
We didnt even clean up. She pulled out, slapped my ass, and we walked back out to the dance floor with my cum still running down my legs. The night was just getting started.
