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I stepped into the club, the pulsating beats and vibrant atmosphere instantly engulfing my senses. It was a typical Friday night, and I, Grace, was ready to let loose and have some fun. My black dress hugged my curves, showcasing my shapely legs and giving a hint of my lacy black lingerie. I felt sexy and confident as I moved through the crowd, sipping on my cocktail.
The club was packed with sweaty bodies grinding to the relentless rhythm. I loved the freedom of it all, the anonymity of being just another body in the sea of dancers. As I swayed to the music, a pair of intense brown eyes caught my attention. He was tall, with dark hair and a chiseled jaw. Our eyes locked for a moment, and I felt a spark of electricity pass between us. I smiled, and he made his way towards me with a confident stride.
"Hey, you look thirsty," he said, his voice deep and raspy. "Let me buy you a drink."
I laughed, taken aback by his direct approach. "I could go for a refill," I replied, noting the hint of a foreign accent in his voice.
We made our way to the bar, our bodies brushing against each other in the crowded space. He ordered a round of shots and whispered in my ear, "To a night full of naughty memories." His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a delicious tingling between my thighs.
We downed the shots, and the alcohol intensified the desire coursing through my veins. The music seemed to get wilder, and I found myself dancing closer to him, our bodies moving in sync. His hands rested on my waist, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach, giving me a hint of what was to come.
As the night wore on, our dances became increasingly explicit. He grabbed my ass, pulling me tightly against him. I could feel his erect cock straining against his pants, and it made me even wetter. My pussy was throbbing, desperate for release.
"I want you," I whispered in his ear, my breath hot on his skin. "Take me somewhere private."
Without a word, he took my hand and led me through the heaving crowd. We pushed our way to the back of the club, away from the crowded dance floor and towards the men's restroom. It was a risky move, but the thought of getting caught only heightened my arousal.
The restroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of aftershave and urine. We entered one of the stalls, locking the door behind us. The sound of the music was muffled, but the bass throbbed through the walls, syncing with the pounding of my heart.
He turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He didn't wait for a response before claiming my mouth in a hungry kiss. His lips were insistent, devouring mine as his tongue danced with mine. I moaned into his mouth, my hands reaching for his belt, eager to free his straining cock.
I undid his belt buckle and lowered the zipper of his pants, my fingers slipping inside to grasp his throbbing length. He was hot and hard, and I stroked him through his boxers, relishing his sharp intake of breath. With a deft movement, I freed his thick shaft, taking a moment to admire his impressive erection.
"You like what you see?" he growled, his accent more pronounced in his aroused state.
"Oh, I do," I purred, dropping to my knees in the cramped stall. I gently teased the head of his cock with my tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum that glistened on the tip. He groaned, his hands gripping my hair as I took him deep into my mouth, relishing the feel of his thickness sliding against my lips.
I sucked him passionately, swirling my tongue around his shaft and teasing the sensitive underside. His hips thrust gently, fucking my mouth as I deepthroated him, my hands stroking his balls. His taste and smell were intoxicating, and I could feel his desire building.
"Wait," he panted, pulling me up by my hair. "I want to taste you too."
He pushed me against the stall door, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses down to my heaving breasts. He nipped at my nipples through the fabric of my dress, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. With nimble fingers, he untied the straps of my dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my black lace bra and matching panties.
He grasped my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks through the lace. Then, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. I stepped out of the pool of fabric at my feet, standing proudly before him, my pussy glistening with anticipation.
His mouth found my breast again, sucking my hardened nipple into his hot mouth. I arched my back, offering myself to him as his hands roamed my body, exploring every curve. His fingers traced the edges of my lace panties, and with a playful tug, he ripped them away, baring my shaved pussy completely.
I gasped as his finger traced my slit, collecting my wetness. He brought his finger to his mouth, tasting me with a lascivious smile. "So fucking sweet," he murmured, before pushing me back against the door and spreading my legs with his knee.
His mouth descended on my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit in quick, rhythmic strokes. I moaned, gripping the sides of the stall as his talented tongue worked its magic. He sucked my nub, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching in anticipation.
"Fuck me," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please, fuck me now."
He stood, his cock standing proudly before him. With one hand, he guided his thick shaft to my entrance, teasing my wet pussy lips before slowly pushing inside. I gasped as he filled me, inch by glorious inch, his girth stretching me, making me feel deliciously full.
He began to move, thrusting deeply, his hips slamming against mine. The sounds of our passion filled the stall—the wet slapping of skin on skin, our moans and gasps, and the rhythmic squeak of the door hinge.
"Yeah, take my dick," he grunted, his accent thick with desire. "You like being fucked in this dirty club toilet?"
"Yes!" I cried out, my voice echoing off the tiled walls. "Fuck me harder, please!"
He obliged, pounding into me mercilessly, his balls slapping against my ass. I was on the brink of orgasm, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his thick shaft. I reached down, rubbing my clit in tight circles as he pounded into me.
"Cum for me, baby," he growled, his voice raw. "Let me feel that pussy milk my cock."
His words sent me over the edge. I came hard, my pussy gripping him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He grunted, picking up the pace, and I felt his cock throb and twitch inside me as he emptied his load, filling me with his hot cum.
We stayed joined for a moment, catching our breath, before he pulled out, his thick cock glistening with our combined juices. I watched, transfixed, as he tucked himself back into his pants, his eyes never leaving mine.
With a final smile, he unlocked the stall and stepped out, leaving me to gather my clothes and my wits. I adjusted my dress, straightened my hair, and stepped out of the restroom, feeling a sense of forbidden satisfaction.
As I emerged into the club, the music seemed even more vibrant, the lights brighter. I looked around, expecting to find him, but he had disappeared into the crowd, leaving me with nothing but the memory of our wild encounter—a memory I wouldn't soon forget.
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