Chapter 1: Introduction
Kitana was standing behind her husband at the bar when she felt a strong hand press against the small of her back. She turned and recognized him as one of the students her son graduated high school with, Stefan. He was a handsome kid, but she was taken aback by his boldness.
"You're Kitana, right? I'm Stefan. Remember me?" he said, his breath warm against her ear.
She smiled politely, but her eyes darted to Dimitri, still engrossed in a conversation with the bartender. "Yes, of course. How have you been?"
Stefan's hand lingered on her back, his thumb tracing small circles. "Great, actually. Just great." His eyes flicked down to her cleavage, obvious beneath her short, sheer dress. "You look... incredible, Kitana.” His hand began moving down toward her ass. "You know, I always had a little crush on you," he admitted, his voice quiet but confident.
Kitana felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. Was this really happening? She looked around the club, hoping no one was watching. "Stefan, I'm flattered, really. But I'm married," she reminded him, her voice firm.
Stefan just smiled, his eyes hungry. "Married, yes. But not blind," he said, his hand finally reaching her ass and giving it a squeeze.
Kitana's heart pounded in her chest. This was crossing a line, but she was also strangely intrigued. Staring into her eyes he slid her dress up and gave her bare ass cheek a tight little spank. Kitana let out a gasp, her eyes widening in surprise and shock. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed. The club was crowded and loud, but she still felt exposed.
"What are you doing?" she hissed, but Stefan just smiled.
"Just having a little fun. You look like you could use some," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers.
He looked around and saw nobody was looking before he grabbed her hand and put it on his crotch “feel how jacked up I am” he said boldly. Kitana's eyes widened even more, feeling the hard bulge in his pants. She was shocked to feel he had an absolutely massive cock as she felt its length from top to bottom. Kitana hesitated for a moment before quickly pulling her hand away. “Stefan, stop! This is inappropriate,” she whispered, glancing over her shoulder to ensure Dimitri hadn’t noticed.
Stefan leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. “You’re not into it? Or you’re worried about your husband?” he murmured, his hand still on her ass.
He Grabbed her hand and whisked her away to the men’s room. He locked the door behind them and turned to face her. She couldn’t help but stare at the massive tent in his pants. He pressed her up against the counter and his cock pressed into her stomach. He kissed her passionately and she allowed him. His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill, a spark she hadn’t felt in a long time. But she knew this was wrong, so very wrong.
"Stefan, stop," she whispered between kisses, pushing against his chest. "This is wrong. I can't do this."
Stefan pulled back, his eyes gleaming with lust and a hint of frustration. "You can't, or you won't?" he challenged, his voice low.
Kitana swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked into his eyes, searching for an answer. He pulled her dress up and over her head and began unbuckling his pants in front of her. He dropped his briefs and she finally saw his monster cock. It was glistening and hard, and she couldn’t help but gulp at the sight. He guided her hand to stroke it. She hesitated for a moment before tentatively wrapping her hand around the thick shaft. It was so much bigger than Dimitri’s. She looked up at Stefan, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
“Stefan, I… I don’t know if I can,” she whimpered, her hand still stroking him.
Stefan smiled, his voice low and husky. “You can, Kitana. You’re doing great.” He guided her hand, showing her how he liked it. He helped her to the ground and bent her over the counter so she saw her self in the mirror. In one move he ripped her thong off and began slapping his cock against her pussy. “Oh fuck” she moaned as he teased her with it. . He began to gently rub the head of his dick against her clit, making her moan even more. She could feel herself getting wet and was surprised by how much she was enjoying this. She looked up at him and saw his hungry eyes on her.
“You like that Kitana? You want more?” He asked as he teased her clit with his cock.
“Yes” she moaned, feeling a mix of pleasure and shame.
He began roughly pounding her pussy against the counter and she came almost immediately. It was intense and she could feel her pussy clenching around his massive cock. She had never been filled like this before. She looked up at him in the mirror and saw the lust in his eyes as he watched her.
"Fuck, Kitana, you feel amazing," he groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming against her G-spot with every thrust.
She gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter. "Stefan," she moaned, her body tensing as another orgasm built within her.
He pulled her tits out of her bra and they began flopping around as he pounded away. She was being fucked so hard she thought the counter would snap off. She was moaning like a whore, and she didn't even care. This was wrong, this was so wrong, but she couldn't stop. She looked up at Stefan in the mirror, his face a mask of concentration and lust. His cock was so big, filling her so completely, and she was so wet, so turned on. She had never felt this way before.
Stefan's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You like that, don't you?" he panted, his voice ragged. "You like being fucked by a real man."
Kitana bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Yes," she hissed, her body writhing against his. "I like it. I like it so much."
Stefan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "God, you're so fucking sexy, Kitana. You're so fucking tight. I bet your husband can't even fill you up like this."
Kitana's eyes snapped open, the mention of Dimitri bringing her back to reality. "Don't talk about him," she said, her voice sharp. "Please, just... don't."
Stefan shrugged, his hips continuing to move in a punishing rhythm. “Tell me you’re my little whore now” he said. She smiled wickedly at him in the mirror. . “Yes, I’m your little whore” she said.
He pushed her head down onto the counter and began pounding her even harder. He was close and she could feel it. She braced herself for it, her body already slick with sweat and the smell of sex filling the small room.
“Let me finish in your mouth” he panted. “I’m going to come all over your face and you’re going to love it” he said. Kitana looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprised. She had never done anything like this before. “No, Stefan, I can’t” she said, shaking her head.
“Yes you can,” he said as he pulled out of her and jerked off right in front of her face. She watched as his cock pulsed and his cum shot out all over her face. She was shocked at how much there was, and it was dripping down her cheek. “Lick it up, slut” he said.
She hesitated, then timidly licked her lips, tasting his salty and slightly bitter cum. He groaned and grabbed her hair, pulling her closer to his cock, making her lick it clean. She gagged a little as the taste was overwhelming, but she continued to lick and suck until his cock was clean and soft.
He let go of her hair and she looked up at him, her face still covered in his cum. He smirked down at her, satisfied. “Good girl,” he said.
“Now clean yourself up and get out of here. And don’t tell anyone about this.”
Kitana nodded, standing up and grabbing some paper towels to wipe his cum off her face and body. She felt a mix of shame and exhilaration coursing through her veins. She had never done anything like this before, and she knew she shouldn’t have. But she couldn’t deny the way her body had responded to Stefan’s touch, to his cock.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection a stark contrast to the confident woman she had been earlier in the night.
Her dress was crumpled, her makeup smeared, and her hair disheveled. She felt a pang of guilt, a heavy weight in the pit of her stomach. What had she done?
Kitana quickly cleaned herself up as best she could, her hands shaking as she splashed water on her face. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before opening the door and stepping back into the crowded club.
Dimitri was waiting for her, his brow furrowed with concern. "Kita, where have you been? I've been looking for you."
She offered him a weak smile, her voice barely above a whisper.