Once I went to a nightclub.

In general, I'm not a fan of nightclubs. I like more cozy and quiet places. But at that time it was necessary. I broke up with a guy, sat for a week in tears. And then I decided to break away - I must return to life somehow.

She asked for her friend in the company. Dressed as it should be. Magnificent top with chains instead of a strapless, glossy mini. Stilettos. Belishka minimum. Marigold makeup.

Twisted in front of the mirror - even it became scary. Walk like you can, not fast. You can also sit, but neatly. But do not stoop. What a beautiful view from the front that opens behind. I went to such a date for romantic dates. And alone walk - oh mom. So the club can not get there, will be removed on the road. And take off, so what. I am a free girl.

A pack of gum just in case put in a bag. Well, left from the former. Do not disappear to them. Well, and here Marinka calls from below. Go.

We arrived. Marina’s guard is familiar, with face control no problems. We go to the club, immediately some of her friends showed up, greetings, smacks, hugs. Two so-so, and I liked the third. Tall, muscular. Igor

I see that he liked me too. He says something, like talking to everyone, and he looks at me mostly. And it would be okay just to stare - gaze arrogantly. Now in the neck, then on the skirt. At first, I was shy, and then I think - I’m free, I have the right.

Went to the bar, drank, laughing all together. Here I have already decided that whatever happens today, I will not give up anything. Spite my former. Igor, however, was somehow far away from me. And with me the other guy was. I do not even remember his name. Of course, I liked him too. Worth drinking something, he hugged me for the waist. Well, well, let me not lose anything from me. I tolerate it. Although he is not in my taste, but I decided not to give up anything.

And Igor is so business-like Marina holds her waist, and he looks at me evaluatively. And I have a chill from his eyes on the back. I love confident men.

Well, it means they drank, went to dance. Igor has gone somewhere, but oh well, I was fascinated by the dances, it seems I don’t need much. Long danced. That with one, then with another. A couple of times some guys invited to a slow dance. Half a bit, in general, nothing special.

And then I was tired, went to the bar, sat at the counter. Martini ordered herself. I sit, bastard.

And then suddenly he comes up. Igor In his hand a glass of whiskey. It is evident that it is not very sober, but quite sane. Next sits down.

- Resting? - He speaks.

And as if I immediately felt that it was with him that I would spend the rest of the evening, and probably the night. Somehow it was at the same time provocatively and anxiously for some reason. I look at him and keep quiet as a fool. And he looks. As if studying me. From top to bottom inspects. And I suddenly noticed that my skirt upward slipped on the most I can not. Likely, when I climbed onto a chair. It’s generally not easy to sit on a bar stool in a miniskirt. Well, I think, like a fucking look.

“I haven't seen you here before.” For the first time?

I licked my lips and say:

- Yeah. Marina led.

He still says something, I answer. Straight social conversation ensued. Here and there, what do you do, but where do you live, what do you like to drink? I squeezed at first, and then I remembered again - I came to rip. Yes, and alcohol acted.

The martini was over, then I plucked up arrogance and asked Igor to treat me. He smiled - charmingly and mockingly at the same time. Of course, I treated. And suddenly he reached out and stroked his cheek with his finger. Slowly, confidently. It was so unexpected that I froze. The body chills went.

And he suddenly removed his hand and again talking as if nothing had happened. I answer as in a fog, but the feeling on my cheek does not pass. Alcohol is poured over the body. I laugh, I forgot about the skirt completely. She laid out everything for him: where I work, where I live, and how I separated from my boyfriend.I tell about the former and suddenly I realize that I don’t miss him at all. I want Igor.

And then he, right in the middle of the phrase, hugs me around the waist and says: "Let's go." So imperative that I didn't even ask. Slid out of the chair somehow. Damn, I'm heels! She stumbled, clutched at him.

He holds me by the waist and leads me somewhere through the crowd. And in general, it is clear what leads to the toilet. Damn, just like a real fuck. Well, okay, you can and stay a bitch. Here my ex-pity does not see, I would be completely stunned I'm going, staggering. Heels, and even alcohol - not run away, even if you want.

The toilet ... pushes me into the cubicle, I even had to lean on the wall so as not to fall. Himself following, the door locked, without unnecessary words, unbuttons his pants. Member in alert. Handsome man I look and the current is all already, no strength. The skirt itself lifted up, grabbed at my underpants, tightening them.

Suddenly, Igor grabs my hair and pulls me down! With this you can not argue. Sit down in front of him. Closely, the push rests on the back. And a member in front of me. I took him in my hand, I thought to caress him. And Igor - once! - removes my hand and directly puts his mouth on my penis!

I already caught my breath. And from rudeness, and from excitement. Yes, and a member of the throat, you know, breathing does not help. Well, I think, suction in the toilet of the club - she wanted. And the body itself reacts. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Wet between the legs. Damn, how I want it! And you have to suck. Holding my hair hurts, moves my head back and forth. I am sandwiched between him and the toilet, nowhere to go at all. And he is faster, already barely breathing, groaning.

I feel a member is still growing and trembling. I barely managed to hold my breath. He pulled me to himself, cums in his mouth, you bastard! Damn, a lot of how. I swallow, and what to do. And I want to continue myself. And in my head spinning, that I just otmeli mouth in the toilet, like the last whore. But I, damn it, I wanted it myself, only I was afraid to admit to myself.

Let me go, I try to catch my breath. Chin wipe. And he pulls up his pants, says "good girl" and leaves! And I'm sitting on my haunches, my underpants are half down, the top is pereosobosochny, I can hardly breathe, and outside that turn! And then Marina comes!

Her eyes were like saucers when she saw me. He speaks:

- Is that you with Igor? Well, give!

I went in, locked the door so that others would not break. I caught my breath and nodded to her: with Igor, yes. Haircut straightened somehow, clothes. I feel like a used gum. Dura, also gum for some reason took. Here everything turns out to be easier done.

Marina didn’t ask anything much; she sees that I don’t have time to talk. I decided to leave, and she was still going to stay. Well, I'm not far from home, I don't need to call a taxi, take a walk.

I leave the club - and here he is again. Smiles charmingly, reptile. And looking cheeky. I saw him as if I had rooted to the ground.

“We haven't finished yet,” he says. And looks into the eyes.

Well yes. The stump is clear, not finished. And I suddenly felt joy from something, and again wet. I realized that the blowjob will not get off. Well, thank God. I also have to finish the hunt, and not in the soul itself, but in a more natural way. So what if I behave like a whore.

- Not finished, - I answer. - I want more.

He just grinned, shook his head - they say, we go there. And he went to the parking lot, I barely had time for him on his heels. The car jeep, "BMW" like. Inside the skin, music, everything is gorgeous. Go.

While driving - I was wondering if it was dangerous. Suddenly, where to gangbang, or maniac. No, not like. Brazen and self-confident, but it seems normal. Though I drank, and the car drives confidently. Talking to me about something. And Marina has known him for a long time. Nothing should happen. Maximum, I think, bruises on the hips. So what, I do not shy anyone. Just in case, wrote a text message to another friend - if that, like, let them search.

We did not go long. We stopped at some yard with a barrier, Igor parked. I got ready to go.

- Wait a minute! - Igor orders.

And he unzips his pants, and there ... well, it is clear that there. In all its glory. And the hair bends me there.

My goodness, again. It was in the toilet, and now in the car. Well, what to do, he's the boss here, who would argue.He removed his hand, leaned back - come on herself, he says. Well, I myself know how. Sos is more varied, hand help. If we swallow again, then at least play with him first ... Even finally it became pleasant. Relaxed again. And he moans, it is clear that he is well.

Increases again, trembles again. I hold my breath ... oh hell! Roughly grabs me by the hair and literally pulls off my penis, has hit my head on the steering wheel.

I breathe heavily, do not understand anything. And he is breathing heavily, his pants are buttoning. Looking at him ... is something wrong?

Out of the car, well, I also get out. And he is:

- Let's run!

And the entrance wide steps. Well, I'm after him. His step is wide, I really have to run. Presented how it looks from the outside. The girl on the heels in mini, runs for a tall guy who doesn't even pay attention to her. Very stupid and humiliating.

Elevator, some high floor. Igor is silent, sniffs, a member in his fly is worth a stake. It is evident that he could barely restrain himself, and would have torn me apart. Fuh, arrived, opens the apartment, pulls me by the hand, clicks the lock, I just have time to throw off my shoes - and he grabs my hair, drags me into the room, and now I'm lying on the bed on my stomach, and he lifted my skirt around my waist and shorts pants. Is it finally?

- Please give me a bag, I have condoms there ... - Damn, what a stupid word. And what will I do if I refuse?

Thank God, he throws me a bag, he undresses himself. I'm searching, looking for gum, here they are, trying to open it, it doesn't work. Igor snatches the pack out of my hands, painfully slaps me and commands me to get cancer. I hate his rudeness and flow at the same time. And what options do I have? I got up with cancer, my legs are wider, I wait, everything inside is languishing. Eyes closed waiting.

And suddenly time! - slap on my ass. I didn’t even come to my senses - once again! Not so much pain as a shame. Nobody behaved like that with me. Bliiiin, how much can you mock something!

- Let's fuck me ... I want you ... - intercepts throat.

Yes, yes, finally entering me. He holds me by the hips, immediately enters my entire length, wet, damn, how deep! I didn’t even begin to move properly, I scream in my voice, I finish almost immediately, and he is right there. I fall on my chest, everything is trembling inside, and in my head some blatnyak is spinning. Whore, real.

To be continued - if interested.