| Straight: Strangers: The Nightclub (1/2) |
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It’s your first time in this club. Your came with a group of your friends and have had a great time, dancing and laughing, drinking. Now you’re inquisitive. You want to see the other rooms, so you wander from floor to floor. Everywhere is crowded, even at 2am. Past the chill-out area is the live music floor. You end up in the basement. It too is full of people on the hazy dance floor. The groove is very slow, people are dancing close, touching. It’s a sexy place. You decide to go back up to your friends when we see each other from a distance. We have the dance floor between us with all the slowly gyrating bodies, but we keep eye contact. We could walk around the floor, and meet. Chat. I could offer to buy you a drink. Instead I beckon to you, curling a finger towards you, which is obvious. Come to me. We both enter the floor and start moving between people, towards each other. We meet in the middle of the floor. You start to speak but I put my fingers on your lips. No words. I take both your hands and start moving slowly. You move your body close to mine. My hand moves to the small of your back and I pull you up against me. We kiss deeply and passionately. No-one is looking, it’s dark and crowded. I kiss your neck and your earlobes. My hand moves over your body. Both of us are moving in time to the music. It’s very sensual and feels so good. My free hand moves over your breasts, and down across your belly. You are wearing a mini skirt and a short top. You gasp as my fingers touch your stomach, and move ever lower. I flatten my hand against your stomach and slide my fingers down rather than reaching under the hem. You are getting wet already. My fingers wriggle under your thong as I push it aside, and feel your sweet pussy. Your clit is proud and throbbing as I move my finger over it. We are still so close, no-one can see. ‘Don’t try and fuck me,’ you say. ‘Don’t speak again,’ I command, then more softly, ‘I promise I won’t.’ You are moving your pussy onto my fingers, moaning softly in my ear whilst I am gently kissing your neck. I take my hand out of your panties and take both of your wrists, pressing them to your sides, restraining you. Your panties are still pushed to the side under your skirt and your breath is shallow. ‘Don’t move,’ I say. I look over your shoulder and smile at someone unseen behind you. You feel strong hands take over mine, holding yours to your sides. Someone is behind you, his breath on your neck, his stomach in the small of your back. Your skirt is lifted and you feel a rigid cock probing, looking for the wet opening exposed there. I have one hand on your shoulder, my other moves back to your clit and I return to kissing your neck and rubbing you. You are sandwiched between us when the hard cock down below finds your pussy and the man behind you slides it up inside you. You can feel he is well endowed. He thrusts into you again and again, rhythmically with the music. Some couples nearby have noticed what we are doing, but move closer and keep dancing whilst watching you get fucked. You are gasping in my ear, my hand moving faster |
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