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It’s about 9:30 on Friday night. I made it through another crazy work week and managed to keep both my sanity (barely) and my job. The world has been trying my very last nerve this week and this evening I am more than ready to unwind and tear up the city with my girls. After two hours of getting my nails and toes done and another three of sitting in the chair at the hair salon, I am just about ready to do my thing.
By 10:30, my perfume is strategically placed in all the right places, my Freak-Um dress is holding on to my lady-curves for dear life and the stilettos are strapped just right. The shoes will give out before the clock strikes 12 but who’s going for comfort when “fly” is at stake. I’m riding solo tonight and meeting my girls at the club so I can leave when I’m ready, no sooner no later. Plus, I want to be prepared in case I get the text that tells me I won’t be going home alone. I swear there’s nothing like being single and sexy in the city.
The line to get into the club is just starting to build, but we party enough to know there’s always a guest list, and we are always on it. We are inside within ten minutes and turning heads—male and female—before we reach the coat check. There’s always one or two haters that prefer to suck their teeth and roll their eyes rather than smile and nod but that’s ok…wouldn’t be NYC without them. My crew and I came to party and have a great time and that’s exactly what we do.
The club is packed by 2:00am and the crowd is rocking to every single song the DJ plays. There’s just enough alcohol in our systems to relax us and make us forget about the stresses of the week. We maintain sexiness and know our limits because sloppy drunk at the club is never cool. 2:30 and just as I am walking to the ladies room in VIP to reapply the Lip Glass I see him. As usual he has a table and is surrounded by an entourage of sexy women and men spending thousands of dollars to keep the ladies and the bottles coming. When he sees me he looks at me like none of those other chicks matter and I am the only woman in the club. We keep a low profile because I don’t like people all in my business and I definitely don’t do the groupie thing so I figured I would just keep partying and wait for his text at around 3:45 telling me to use my key and meet him at his Range Rover at 4:15. I point to the “Ladies” sign to let him know where I was headed and I assume he’s going to just wait near his table and continue to pop bottles until his next glimpse of me. The bathroom is empty except for the attendant and her mini-store. Just as I walk in and get ready to choose a stall I feel a hand grip my ass. I hadn’t noticed anyone behind me so I am getting ready to flip out and make somebody understand my look but DON’T touch rule. I do the WTF?!! hair and neck whip around and all of a sudden am face to face with fine-as-hell. I try to say something but he stops me, grabs my hand and leads me to the empty stall at the far end of the bathroom. He surveys the area quickly, gives the attendant a tip likely large enough to buy her whole inventory and pulls me inside. He immediately lifts my skirt and uses his fingers to find my clit. He lifts me up and makes me stand on the toilet seat facing the wall. Wasting no time, he bends me slightly and buries his tongue deep inside my pussy. Still rubbing my clit he tastes every drop of me. I fight hard to suppress my moans of pleasure but am surely losing that battle. I am sure Ms. Mini-Store is getting an earful. I use one arm to brace myself and the opposite hand to massage my breasts. As he covers his face in my juices I feel myself getting ready to explode and just as I feel the familiar tightening of my pussy, he closes his mouth around my clit and puts pressure on my “G” spot with his finger. It’s over. My knees buckle and my entire body convulses. My juices have dripped down to the insides of my knees. Had he not been here to catch me I would have fallen right in the stall.
He eases me down and turns my back towards the door. He sits down and I know it’s my turn to show him how much I’ve missed him. I can see the imprint of his hard dick through the material of his pants. My mouth begins to water as I squat down between his legs and use my tongue to trace the outline. He closes his eyes and lets out a low moan as I slowly release his solid dick. I lick the tip first and then take all of him in my mouth with one smooth motion. I deep throat all 9 inches of him while massaging his balls at the same time. “Mmmm….baby suck that dick,” he mumbles as he pushes down on the back of my head. He knows I love that aggressive shit when it comes to giving head. I am so used to him that even though a lot of girls would choke on such a large dick, I know just which way to direct him down my throat so he fits perfectly. Plus, I don’t really have a gag reflex. Lucky me. I hear someone try to come into the bathroom and the attendant quickly tells them there is a mess to be cleaned up in here and they have to use the one downstairs. I don’t stop sucking and just as I think he is going to cum he grabs my hair and pulls me up. He yanks up my dress and tells me to sit down and ride him. I face him and climb on top. I swear I feel his dick touch a lung or something, my cervix just doesn’t seem like enough barrier to protect my organs from his huge member. The whole time I am trying to be quiet he’s in my ear asking me why he can’t hear me. I am riding like I’m at the rodeo and his hands are around my waist guiding me up and down hard and fast. The ripple of my ass cheeks seems so loud slamming against his thighs and my clit is rubbing right against the shaft of his dick. I can’t hold it any longer and before I can tell him I am about to cum I feel my pussy squeeze his dick and my body shivers with intense pleasure. That was it for him. The grip of my pussy muscles makes him want to cum too. He quickly lifts me up so I’m standing in front of him and tells me to “catch it”. I get on my knees, grab his balls with one hand and put his dick down my throat with the other. I just hold it there so he can feel himself pouring into my esophagus. I don’t miss a single drop. I stand up and smooth my dress. He gets up, pulls up his pants and leaves the stall. I hear the water run for a bit th
en he knocks on the stall door to hand me a bunch of wet paper towels before he leaves. As I stand in front of the mirror attempting to put my hair and make-up back together the bathroom lady just stares at me with the silliest grin. The only words she can mutter are “DAMN girl”. I just smile back at her. I hear my Blackberry vibrate and look down. “Meet me at the Range at 4:15”. The night is just beginning.
Has anyone else ever “made love” in the club?
By 10:30, my perfume is strategically placed in all the right places, my Freak-Um dress is holding on to my lady-curves for dear life and the stilettos are strapped just right. The shoes will give out before the clock strikes 12 but who’s going for comfort when “fly” is at stake. I’m riding solo tonight and meeting my girls at the club so I can leave when I’m ready, no sooner no later. Plus, I want to be prepared in case I get the text that tells me I won’t be going home alone. I swear there’s nothing like being single and sexy in the city.
The line to get into the club is just starting to build, but we party enough to know there’s always a guest list, and we are always on it. We are inside within ten minutes and turning heads—male and female—before we reach the coat check. There’s always one or two haters that prefer to suck their teeth and roll their eyes rather than smile and nod but that’s ok…wouldn’t be NYC without them. My crew and I came to party and have a great time and that’s exactly what we do.
The club is packed by 2:00am and the crowd is rocking to every single song the DJ plays. There’s just enough alcohol in our systems to relax us and make us forget about the stresses of the week. We maintain sexiness and know our limits because sloppy drunk at the club is never cool. 2:30 and just as I am walking to the ladies room in VIP to reapply the Lip Glass I see him. As usual he has a table and is surrounded by an entourage of sexy women and men spending thousands of dollars to keep the ladies and the bottles coming. When he sees me he looks at me like none of those other chicks matter and I am the only woman in the club. We keep a low profile because I don’t like people all in my business and I definitely don’t do the groupie thing so I figured I would just keep partying and wait for his text at around 3:45 telling me to use my key and meet him at his Range Rover at 4:15. I point to the “Ladies” sign to let him know where I was headed and I assume he’s going to just wait near his table and continue to pop bottles until his next glimpse of me. The bathroom is empty except for the attendant and her mini-store. Just as I walk in and get ready to choose a stall I feel a hand grip my ass. I hadn’t noticed anyone behind me so I am getting ready to flip out and make somebody understand my look but DON’T touch rule. I do the WTF?!! hair and neck whip around and all of a sudden am face to face with fine-as-hell. I try to say something but he stops me, grabs my hand and leads me to the empty stall at the far end of the bathroom. He surveys the area quickly, gives the attendant a tip likely large enough to buy her whole inventory and pulls me inside. He immediately lifts my skirt and uses his fingers to find my clit. He lifts me up and makes me stand on the toilet seat facing the wall. Wasting no time, he bends me slightly and buries his tongue deep inside my pussy. Still rubbing my clit he tastes every drop of me. I fight hard to suppress my moans of pleasure but am surely losing that battle. I am sure Ms. Mini-Store is getting an earful. I use one arm to brace myself and the opposite hand to massage my breasts. As he covers his face in my juices I feel myself getting ready to explode and just as I feel the familiar tightening of my pussy, he closes his mouth around my clit and puts pressure on my “G” spot with his finger. It’s over. My knees buckle and my entire body convulses. My juices have dripped down to the insides of my knees. Had he not been here to catch me I would have fallen right in the stall.
He eases me down and turns my back towards the door. He sits down and I know it’s my turn to show him how much I’ve missed him. I can see the imprint of his hard dick through the material of his pants. My mouth begins to water as I squat down between his legs and use my tongue to trace the outline. He closes his eyes and lets out a low moan as I slowly release his solid dick. I lick the tip first and then take all of him in my mouth with one smooth motion. I deep throat all 9 inches of him while massaging his balls at the same time. “Mmmm….baby suck that dick,” he mumbles as he pushes down on the back of my head. He knows I love that aggressive shit when it comes to giving head. I am so used to him that even though a lot of girls would choke on such a large dick, I know just which way to direct him down my throat so he fits perfectly. Plus, I don’t really have a gag reflex. Lucky me. I hear someone try to come into the bathroom and the attendant quickly tells them there is a mess to be cleaned up in here and they have to use the one downstairs. I don’t stop sucking and just as I think he is going to cum he grabs my hair and pulls me up. He yanks up my dress and tells me to sit down and ride him. I face him and climb on top. I swear I feel his dick touch a lung or something, my cervix just doesn’t seem like enough barrier to protect my organs from his huge member. The whole time I am trying to be quiet he’s in my ear asking me why he can’t hear me. I am riding like I’m at the rodeo and his hands are around my waist guiding me up and down hard and fast. The ripple of my ass cheeks seems so loud slamming against his thighs and my clit is rubbing right against the shaft of his dick. I can’t hold it any longer and before I can tell him I am about to cum I feel my pussy squeeze his dick and my body shivers with intense pleasure. That was it for him. The grip of my pussy muscles makes him want to cum too. He quickly lifts me up so I’m standing in front of him and tells me to “catch it”. I get on my knees, grab his balls with one hand and put his dick down my throat with the other. I just hold it there so he can feel himself pouring into my esophagus. I don’t miss a single drop. I stand up and smooth my dress. He gets up, pulls up his pants and leaves the stall. I hear the water run for a bit th
en he knocks on the stall door to hand me a bunch of wet paper towels before he leaves. As I stand in front of the mirror attempting to put my hair and make-up back together the bathroom lady just stares at me with the silliest grin. The only words she can mutter are “DAMN girl”. I just smile back at her. I hear my Blackberry vibrate and look down. “Meet me at the Range at 4:15”. The night is just beginning.Has anyone else ever “made love” in the club?
4 comments:
The most I've ever done in the club is give and receive a little finger. I'm WAY too scary for any of that. I have recently had sex in a public place so I guess I know the subject of my next post..lol
Ahhh...can't wait to read about it!
@ Haute - this post was exciting and besides making my panties wet, it had me on the edge of my seat. I was thinking what the hell is next!?! Is she gonna fall in the toilet? Is the nosy attendant gonna be peeping thru the crack? Is someone gonna walk in? You definitely have guts! I've secretly done stuff in public but you take the cake. As for the lack of gag reflex - I'm jealous. Go head Guurl!
Wow...no gag reflex, huh. You're quite the prize. I never had sex in the club, but I have danced so damn close with hands all in and over each other that people thought we were fucking against the wall...
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