A quick recap. I had met 4 men at a club and fucked them all individually. One had a room and we were just about to go there for some more fun.
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Without hesitation, we made our way toward the lobby. I hooked my arm around one of the men, clutching his arm tightly as we walked through the club. The eyes of strangers followed us, knowing exactly what had just transpired, but I didn’t care. My body still buzzed with the aftermath of pleasure, and I was already thinking about what was to come.
Once we entered the elevator, things became heated again. Their hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, as we stood in the close, confined space. I pressed my lips to one of their necks, kissing him hungrily, while another man’s hand slid down my back, squeezing my ass. The atmosphere was thick with lust, and I moaned softly as one of them kissed me deeply, his hand moving up to cup my breasts through the tight leather of my dress.
By the time the elevator doors opened, we were already a mess of limbs, their hands roaming my body, our lips entwined. We stumbled out of the elevator, barely able to keep our hands off each other, our laughter and moans filling the empty hallway as we made our way to the room.
When we finally reached the door, the man with the room quickly unlocked it, and we spilled inside, still entangled in a mess of heated kisses and roaming hands. The moment the door shut behind us, they were all over me again, their hands pulling at my dress, their lips hungry as they kissed every inch of exposed skin.
With swift, practiced hands, they stripped the tight leather dress from my body, letting it fall to the floor in a heap, leaving me standing there in nothing but my stilettos and my long gloves. Their hands roamed over my now-bare skin, fingers tracing the curves of my hips, my breasts, the slick wetness between my thighs.
I moaned softly as one of them pressed his lips to my neck, kissing his way down to my chest while another man’s hands cupped my breasts, kneading them gently as his lips found mine.
I was completely surrounded, consumed by their touch, their need for me, and I revelled in it.
Slowly, I made my way to the bed, crawling onto the soft sheets, propping myself up on the pillows as they surrounded me. I could see the desire burning in their eyes, the way they couldn’t wait to have me again.
I lay back on the soft bed, propped up against the pillows, my body trembling with anticipation as they surrounded me. My legs were spread wide, fully exposing myself to them, and the air was thick with lust. The room felt hot, filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the night far from over. Their hands moved across my body, touching, teasing, and I moaned softly as I felt one of them trace the slick wetness between my thighs.
Without hesitation, the man between my legs lowered himself, his fingers spreading me open as he teased my entrance with the tip of his cock. I gasped, arching my back as he thrust into me in one deep stroke, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, my body clenching tightly around him as he began to move, slow at first, then faster, harder.
I moaned loudly, my hands clutching the sheets as he fucked me, his hips slamming into mine with each powerful thrust. His cock filled me completely, and I could feel the pleasure building inside me again, hot and intense.
At the same time, another man moved up beside me, his cock hard and dripping with precum. I turned my head, my lips parting as I took him into my mouth, sucking him eagerly, my tongue swirling around the tip as I moaned softly. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as I took him deeper, my mouth hot and wet as I pleasured him
The sensation of being filled in both ways, of their hands and cocks surrounding me, was intoxicating. My body trembled with pleasure as the man inside me thrust harder, deeper, his grunts filling the room as he fucked me with abandon.
Another man, his cock already hard again, knelt beside the bed, stroking himself as he watched me take them both. His eyes were dark with lust, and he moved closer, pressing the head of his cock against my lips, silently begging for attention. I moaned around the cock already in my mouth, my hands reaching for the new man as I began to stroke him, my fingers slick with precum as I pleasured him.
The room was filled with the sound of our bodies, wet and hungry, their moans mixing with my own as the man between my legs slammed into me with increasing intensity. My body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation as the pleasure built inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.
I could feel the tension in their bodies, their breaths coming faster, their hands gripping me tighter as they neared their release. The man in my mouth groaned loudly, his hips bucking against my lips as I sucked him harder, my tongue swirling around his length.
And then it happened—one by one, they began to come.
The man inside me groaned deeply, his body shuddering as he slammed into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. I cried out, my pussy clenching tightly around him as I came again, my body trembling violently with the force of the orgasm.
At the same time, the man in my mouth moaned loudly, his cock throbbing against my tongue as he came, filling my mouth with his hot, salty release. I swallowed greedily, my lips still wrapped around him as I moaned, the taste of him filling me completely.
The man beside the bed, still stroking himself, groaned as he finally reached his climax, thick ropes of cum spilling onto my breasts and stomach, coating me in his release. I gasped, the sensation of the hot, sticky cum against my skin sending another wave of pleasure through me.
The last man, still standing at the edge of the bed, pumped his cock furiously, his eyes locked on me as he jerked himself over my body. With a loud grunt, he came, his release splattering across my thighs and stomach, mixing with the others.
I lay there, panting, my body covered in cum, my pussy still throbbing from the intense fucking. The room smelled of sex, hot and heavy, and I could feel their eyes on me, watching as I basked in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.
I smiled, licking my lips, tasting the remnants of their release as I caught my breath. My body was spent, but the satisfaction running through me was undeniable.
I had taken everything they could give, and it had been incredible.
As I lay there on the bed, covered in the aftermath of everything we had done, a sense of clarity slowly began to settle in. My body was still trembling from the intensity of the night, my skin slick with sweat and cum, but the heat of the moment had started to fade, leaving me with the undeniable truth.
I needed to go home.
I wasn’t sure what would happen when I got home, how Rick would react, or if he was even still waiting for me. But that didn’t matter right now. I had come here for a purpose, and I had fulfilled it. Now it was time to face whatever came next.
As I walked out of the club and into the night, I felt a strange sense of peace settle over me. I had taken everything I wanted—and now, it was time to return to reality.
I stood outside the club, the cool night air brushing against my skin, bringing me back to reality after everything that had transpired. My body still tingled from the intensity of the night, but my mind had already shifted. I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone, dialling Rick’s number. It rang only once before he picked up.
“Come and get me,” I said softly, my voice firm but laced with exhaustion. There was a brief pause on the other end before Rick answered.
“I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me, and hung up the phone, sliding it back into my bag. I let out a deep breath, standing still in the quiet of the night, letting the cold air calm my heated skin.
Just as I was beginning to settle into the solitude, a young, handsome man approached me from the shadows. His dark hair was tousled, his eyes filled with curiosity and desire, as though he could still sense the remnants of the night I’d just had. He didn’t say a word at first—just walked up to me with confidence, his gaze never leaving mine.
Before I could even process what was happening, he reached out and gently held me by the waist. There was something surprising, yet tender, in the way he moved, and before I could pull away, he leaned in and kissed me.
For a split second, I froze. The kiss was soft and warm, unexpected but not unwelcome. It was different from the heated moments inside the club. This was slower, more intimate, and somehow, it caught me off guard in a way that felt strangely nice.
My body responded instinctively. My lips parted slightly, and I kissed him back, a soft sigh escaping my mouth as I let myself fall into the moment for just a brief second. His hands held me gently, not demanding, but with enough pressure to make me feel wanted, like this kiss was something he needed.
When we finally broke apart, I looked up at him, surprised at how easy it had been to respond to him. He smiled at me, a small, almost boyish grin, his eyes still holding that playful curiosity.
“Sorry,” he murmured softly, his breath warm against my cheek. “You just looked like you needed that.”
I smiled back, the surprise still lingering, but I couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed in my chest. “I guess I did,” I whispered, my voice soft as I brushed a lock of hair behind my ear.
He lingered for a moment longer, his hands still resting lightly on my waist before he stepped back, giving me space. I could see he wanted to say more. The young man hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering on mine with a spark of curiosity and something darker. Then he spoke softly, his voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the city. “I saw you earlier.”
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curving into a smile. “What did you see?” I asked, already sensing where this was going, but intrigued by his boldness.
His cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn’t look away. “I saw you give a man a blow job.
My smile deepened, amused by his bluntness.
“Did it turn you on?” I asked, my voice low and teasing.
He nodded slowly, his breath catching just a little. “Yes.”
I leaned in closer, studying his face, his youth obvious now that we were standing this close. “How old are you?” I asked softly, my lips barely an inch from his.
“Twenty-one,” he replied, his voice hushed, as if he were confessing something forbidden.
I smiled again, this time with a hint of wickedness in the curve of my lips. He was nearly half my age. His innocence, his inexperience, was obvious. There was a nervousness in the way he stood, as though he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. I could tell he was drawn to me, fascinated by what he’d seen, and maybe even a little afraid of how much he wanted to experience it for himself.
“I’ve never had one,” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper.
The confession hung in the air between us for a moment, and I felt a rush of power flood through me. I tilted my head slightly, considering him, and then, without a second thought, I pulled him back toward me, my fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket as I kissed him deeply.
His lips parted in surprise, but he quickly responded, his hands coming up to rest on my waist, holding me gently. The kiss was soft at first, but I could feel the hunger in him,he curiosity and desire building as his lips pressed harder against mine. I let my hands slide up his chest, teasing him as I deepened the kiss, my tongue brushing against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I smiled against his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I whispered softly, “Would you like me to show you how it feels?”
His breath hitched, and I could feel the tension in his body, the mixture of excitement and hesitation as he looked into my eyes. He was young, eager, and I could see that he was already imagining what was to come.
I pulled back slightly, just enough to see the anticipation flickering in his gaze, his lips parted and his chest rising and falling as he waited for my next move.
If was his first time I was more than willing to give him a night he wouldn’t forget.
With a slow, deliberate motion, I wiped off the smudged remains of my lipstick, the old colour faded from the heat of the night. Then, I reached into my bag and pulled out the familiar tube, twisting it open and carefully reapplying a fresh, thick coat of deep red. The colour gleamed under the streetlights, bold and inviting, and I knew exactly what I was doing, the tension thick between us.
The young man stood there, his breath shallow, watching me intently as I pressed my lips together, making sure the lipstick was perfect. I could feel the nervous energy radiating off him, but also the raw desire. He had never experienced anything like this before, and the anticipation hung in the air, electric and undeniable.
I guided him to the side of the entrance into the shadows
I reached out and gently pulled him closer, my gloved hands sliding up his chest. He swallowed hard as I leaned in, brushing my lips against his neck, teasing him with my breath as my hands drifted downward. Slowly, I began to unzip his pants, my fingers deftly working the fabric as I freed him from the constraints of his clothes.
My gloved hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him gently as I looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a playful, seductive smile. His eyes widened slightly, his breath catching as I crouched before him, my lips hovering just above his length. The cool night air brushed against my skin, but all I could feel was the heat between us, the pounding of his heartbeat as I took control.
I took him slowly into my mouth, my lips parting as I slid down his cock, my tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. His hands found their way into my hair, trembling slightly as he let out a shaky breath, his body reacting instantly to the sensation.
I moved deliberately, savouring every inch of him as my gloved hands gripped his hips, guiding him as I set the pace. My lips slid up and down his length, slow and teasing at first, tasting him, feeling him grow harder in my mouth. His groans were soft but desperate, and I could tell he was already losing himself to the pleasure, his body trembling as I took him deeper.
The leather of my gloves added an extra layer of sensation as I stroked him gently, my mouth working him with practiced ease. I could feel his restraint slipping, the way his hips bucked slightly as he fought to hold on, the need in him growing with each movement of my lips.
I moaned softly around him, the vibrations sending shudders through his body, and I could feel the tension in him building rapidly. His fingers tightened in my hair, his breath coming faster, and I knew he was close, teetering on the edge.
I pulled back slightly, letting his cock slip from my lips as I looked up at him, my mouth still close, teasing him with every breath. His eyes were dark with lust, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to keep control
“Does it feel good?” I whispered, my voice low and full of promise as I stroked him gently with my gloved hands, my lips brushing lightly against the tip of his cock.
“Y-yes,” he stammered, barely able to form the words as his body trembled.
I smiled, knowing exactly how much power I held over him, and then, without hesitation, I took him back into my mouth, this time faster, deeper. His body jerked, and I could hear the soft moans spilling from his lips as I worked him harder, my lips and tongue moving in perfect rhythm, building him up with every stroke, every swirl of my tongue
I could feel him reaching the brink, his body tensing, his breath ragged as he groaned deeply, unable to hold back any longer. His hips thrust forward, his cock throbbing against my tongue as he came, his release flooding my mouth in hot, salty waves. I swallowed him down, my lips still wrapped around him as I moaned softly, the taste of him filling me completely
As the young man stood trembling before me, lost in the overwhelming sensation, we were suddenly caught in the glaring lights of an approaching car. The headlights washed over us, bright and intrusive, but I didn’t stop. My mouth was still wrapped around the young man’s cock, my gloved hand stroking him slowly as I felt him teeter on the edge of release.
I heard a car door opening, followed by a familiar voice that sent a jolt through me.
“Chloe?” Rick’s voice cut through the night air, filled with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
The young man’s grip tightened in my hair, his fingers trembling as he gripped me harder, his body on the verge of release. I could feel him pulsing against my lips, so close to the edge. My heart raced, not from guilt, but from the raw, electric thrill of the moment. Rick was there, standing just behind me, watching, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
I ignored Rick’s voice, his presence, everything—focused solely on the man before me. His breath hitched, his body tensed, and then, with a deep groan, he burst, hot and thick, into my mouth. His release hit me hard, flooding my mouth as I swallowed it down, not missing a beat.
The intensity of the moment was palpable, my body humming with the tension of it all. I felt the young man tremble, his body sagging slightly as he came down from the high of his release. I pulled back slowly, licking my lips as I stood, my hand gently caressing his cock one last time before letting him go.
I stood up slowly, adjusting my dress. I gave him one last, lingering smile before stepping back, letting the moment settle between us.
“Now you know,” I whispered softly, my voice full of wicked satisfaction.
The night felt still for a moment, except for the low hum of the car engine and the weight of Rick’s gaze on me. I turned slowly, meeting Rick’s eyes, his expression a mixture of shock, anger, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite place.
For a long moment, none of us spoke, the tension thick and suffocating. The young man stood there, still catching his breath, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation.
Rick’s voice was low and controlled as he finally spoke again, his eyes never leaving mine. “Get in the car, Chloe.”
But I didn’t move, my heart still racing from the intensity of the encounter. There was something electric in the air between us, something undeniable.
The silence stretched between us, thick with tension, as Rick’s words hung in the air. “Get in the car, Chloe,” he repeated, his voice tight, barely controlled, his eyes locked on mine. He was trying to hold it together, but I could see the storm brewing behind his gaze.
The young man, still standing beside me, seemed frozen in place, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, utterly unaware of the gravity of the situation. He glanced between me and Rick, sensing the tension but unsure of what to do.
But I wasn’t ready to back down. My body was still thrumming with the thrill of it all—Rick’s presence only amplifying the intensity of the moment. There was something in the way he looked at me, a mixture of betrayal, confusion, and desire that stirred something deep inside of me.
Wiping the corner of my mouth slowly with my gloved hand, my lips still glistening with the young man’s release. My eyes stayed on Rick, refusing to look away, refusing to give in to the tension that crackled between us.
“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked, my voice soft but laced with defiance.
Rick’s jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze flickering between me and the young man. His breath was shallow, and I could see the conflict in his eyes—the way he was trying to reconcile what he had just seen with everything he thought he knew.
The young man, clearly realizing the weight of the situation, took a shaky step back. “I… I should go,” he muttered, glancing at me with an apologetic expression before quickly walking away, disappearing into the shadows, leaving Rick and me alone in the harsh glow of the headlights.
The silence between us was deafening, the only sound the low rumble of the car engine idling behind Rick. He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he stared at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I could see the anger simmering beneath the surface, the way he was barely holding it together.
But beneath that anger was something else. Something darker. Desire. I could see it in the way his gaze lingered on me, on the way my dress clung to my body, on the way my lips were still slightly parted, swollen from what had just transpired.
“Get. In. The. Car.” His voice was harsher now, his patience fraying.
I hesitated for a moment, the tension between us building to a breaking point. But then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I walked toward the car, my heels clicking against the pavement. I could feel Rick’s eyes on me the entire time, watching my every movement, trying to make sense of it all.
I slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin. Rick stood outside for a moment longer, his hands gripping the edge of the door as he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. Then, with a sharp exhale, he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
As soon as he got in, the silence in the car was suffocating, the air between us thick with unresolved tension. Rick gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he stared straight ahead, not saying a word.
I could feel the intensity radiating off him, the way his body was coiled with frustration, confusion, and desire. My heart raced, and despite everything that had just happened, I could feel that same electricity coursing through me.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rick spoke, his voice low and controlled, but I could hear the tremor of emotion beneath it.
“What the hell was that, Chloe?” He turned to look at me, his eyes burning with anger and something else—something that sent a shiver down my spine.
I met his gaze, my lips curling into a small, defiant smile.
“Exactly what it looked like,” I replied, my voice soft but unapologetic. “I wanted him. So I took him.”
Rick’s jaw tightened, his breath coming faster. He opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped, his gaze flickering to my lips, still slightly parted, the red lipstick smeared from the intensity of the moment.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, the tension between us almost unbearable. I could see the war raging inside of him—the anger, the confusion, the desire. And I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t just about what had happened tonight.
It was about everything that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.
Without warning, Rick leaned across the seat, grabbing my chin roughly, pulling me close to him. His eyes burned into mine, his breath hot against my skin.
“I should be furious with you, even hate you,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “But all I can think about is how much I still want you.”
My breath caught in my throat as I stared back at him, my heart racing.
Rick’s grip on my chin tightened just for a moment, his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts as he stared into my eyes, his jaw clenched with emotion. The intensity between us was electric, a mixture of anger, confusion, and undeniable desire swirling in the air between us. I could see the struggle on his face, the way he fought to make sense of everything that had just happened—everything I had just done.
But then, something shifted.
His gaze dropped to my lips, still glistening with fresh lipstick and the taste of the young man’s release. I could see it in his eyes—the way his resolve crumbled under the weight of his desire. He couldn’t resist it any longer.
Without warning, Rick pulled me closer, his mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was fierce, hungry, his lips pressing against mine as if he needed to taste the aftermath of what had just happened. His tongue slid between my lips, and I knew he could taste the remnants of the young man’s cum, the slickness of it mixing with the bold red of my lipstick.
I moaned softly into his mouth, my hand sliding down his chest and over his lap. His body tensed as my fingers found the growing bulge in his pants, his cock already hard beneath my touch. The kiss deepened, becoming more desperate as I stroked him through the fabric, feeling the heat of him against my gloved hand.
Rick groaned against my lips, his breath hot and heavy as he bucked slightly into my touch. His kiss became rougher, more insistent, as if he couldn’t get enough. He tasted everything—the lipstick, the faint saltiness of the young man’s cum—and it only seemed to fuel his need for me.
I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Take me home, babe.”
My voice was soft, commanding, as my fingers stroked him harder, teasing the length of his cock through his pants. His breathing hitched, his body trembling slightly as he fought to maintain control.
“Take me home,” I repeated, my voice dripping with seduction as my hand continued to work him, feeling his cock throb beneath my touch.
Rick’s eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, his jaw clenched as he struggled to compose himself. But the kiss, the taste of me, the feel of my hand stroking him—it was all too much. With a low, frustrated groan, he finally nodded, his hand falling from my face as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.