Chapter 1: Introduction
I had no clue what her name was, but she definitely radiated on the dance floor of this trendy New York club.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, and her emerald eyes sparkled like jewels under the strobe lights. The tight, shimmering dress she wore left little to the imagination, and I could see why she was the center of attention. I was just another moth drawn to her flame, but I didn't care. I wanted a taste.
As I approached her, I could feel the heat radiating from her body. She swayed to the music, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm that made my cock twitch in anticipation.
I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I shouted over the thumping bass, going straightaway all-in: "You dance like you fuck."
She turned to face me, a smirk playing on her full, glossy lips. "And how do I fuck?" she challenged, her voice laced with a thick Polish accent that only added to her allure.
I grinned, running a hand through my dark hair. "I don't know yet," I admitted, "but I'd love to find out."
Her eyes flickered down to my crotch, where my growing erection was evident.
She bit her lower lip, a move that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. "You're confident, I'll give you that," she said, her voice barely audible over the music.
I chuckled, leaning in closer. "Confidence is just another word for experience, sweetheart." I let my gaze travel down her body, taking in every curve. "And I've got plenty of both."
She laughed, a sound that was as infectious as it was sultry. "I bet you do." She took a step closer, her breasts brushing against my chest. I could feel her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her dress. I leaned again towards her ear: "Shall we take a break in the bathroom?", I whispered with a smile.
She didn't hesitate, grabbing my hand and leading me through the writhing crowd towards the restrooms. Our bodies pressed together, her ass rubbing against my cock as we navigated the club. I could feel the heat between her legs, and I knew she was already wet for me.
As we pushed open the door to the ladies' room, I heard a giggle, or maybe more a moan from one of the stalls. Angelika shrugged, "Occupied," she said with a smirk, gesturing to the stall, and we moved to the next one.
I locked the door behind us, and before I could even turn around, she was on me, her hands fumbling with my belt.
"Eager, aren't we?" I teased, helping her out by unbuckling my pants. She didn't respond, just pulled down my zipper and reached inside, her cool fingers wrapping around my hot, hard cock.
"Fuck," I hissed, as she began to stroke me, her grip firm and steady. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip, and within seconds she was already on her knees, her perfectly shaped face right in front of my bulging crotch.
She looked up at me, her green eyes gleaming with lust, and without a word, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the glistening bead from my slit.
"Mmm," she hummed, her tongue tracing a path around the head of my cock. "You taste good."
I groaned, my hands finding their way into her hair, guiding her movements as she took me into her mouth. She was a pro, her lips stretching wide to accommodate my size, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she sucked me deep.
The thin walls of the stall began vibrating rythmically, as we could hear female moans coming from nearby. Definitely, no one was using those toilets for their initial purpose. It was more of a fuckdome.
The sounds of pleasure echoing around us were only spurring Angelika on. She was a machine, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working the base of my cock in tandem with her mouth. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening as I neared the edge.
But I wasn't ready to come just yet. Not until I'd felt that tight pussy of hers wrapped around me. I pulled her off my cock, ignoring her protests, and lifted her to her feet. Her lips were swollen, her makeup smudged, and she looked fucking gorgeous.
I spun her around, her back pressing against my chest, and reached around to hike up her dress. The fabric bunched at her waist, revealing a black lace thong that left little to the imagination. I ran my fingers along the edge, feeling the dampness already seeping through the fragile material.
Angelika moaned, her head falling back onto my shoulder as I slipped a finger under the lace and into her folds. She was soaking wet, her pussy clenching around my digit as I began to stroke her.
I added another finger, curling them upwards to hit that sweet spot inside her. Her hips bucked, grinding against my hand as she chased her release.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her tits heaving against the confines of her dress. I could feel her heart pounding, matching the rhythm of the music thumping outside our private little haven.
Then, I decided it was time for her to join our stall neighbour in her ecstasy, and swiftly replaced my fingers with my erected penis in her vagina.
She gasped, her muscles clenching around me as I entered her, her head turning to look at me with surprise and lust in her eyes.
"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I began to move. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the small space, our moans and panting mixing with the symphony of pleasure coming from the adjacent stall.
Angelika's hands found the wall, bracing herself as I pounded into her, my cock filling her completely.
Her back arched, pushing her ass out further, encouraging me to go deeper. I obliged, my hips slapping against her flesh, my balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled, my voice low and laced with desire. "You like being fucked hard in a public place."
She moaned in response, her pussy clenching around me, her body betraying her even if her words couldn't. I reached around, my hand finding one of her tits, rubbing it in time with my thrusts.
Her nipple was rock hard, poking through the thin fabric of her dress. I pinched it, rolling it between my fingers, and she cried out, her pussy clamping down on my cock.
"Harder," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me harder."
I complied, my hips slamming into her, my cock filling her completely. The sound of our bodies colliding was drowned out by the music, but I could feel the vibrations of the bass through the floor, adding to the intensity of our fucking. My mouth met the back of her neck, and I kissed her soft skin while inhaling her perfume.
It was a mix of something sweet and exotic, probably some high-end designer scent. My hands moved from her hips to her tits, squeezing them through the fabric of her dress. Her nipples were still hard, poking at my palms, begging to be freed.
Angelika's hands reached back, grabbing my hair, pulling me closer. She pushed her ass back, meeting my thrusts, our bodies locked in a primal dance. The sound of our flesh slapping together was drowned out by the music, but I could feel the vibrations of the bass through the floor, adding to the intensity of our fucking.
When I felt my own orgasm approach, I did not give her a choice, and quickly pulled my dick out of her, and, using my hands on her shoulders, guided her back to her knees facing me. "Oh gosh, bitch, I'm gonna cum!", I whispered, as I simultaneously dipped my female juice-covered penis between her lips.
Angelika's eyes widened, but I could see the lust in them as she willingly opened her mouth. I could feel the sticky residue of her ecstasy coating my member, and it pushed me further over the edge.
I noticed the thin wet lines going from her oozing pussy down the insides of her thighs. She licked her fingers clean, grinning up at me with a satisfied look as she took hold of my wet shaft, and began stroking it again. Unable to resist, it did not take long before I felt my final orgasm wash over my whole body.
I swear, this girl's skills should be forbidden. In a second of resolve, I removed my dick from her mouth right before the explosion, as I moaned: "Yeah baby, take it all over you filthy face, uurrrgh...".
My cock pulsed, sending rope after rope of hot cum splattering across her face. She closed her eyes, her tongue darting out to catch the drops that landed on her lips. I watched, my chest heaving, as she used her fingers to scoop up the semen from her cheeks and forehead, licking them clean with a satisfied hum.
Angelika looked up at me, her face a mess of makeup and cum, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "You taste even better than I imagined," she purred, her voice husky from our exertion.
She wiped the remnants of my cum from her face with the back of her hand, then sucked her fingers clean, a move that made my spent cock twitch in appreciation.
I helped her to her feet, my hands lingering on her waist. "And you're even more delicious than you look," I replied, my eyes roaming over her body. Her dress was askew, her hair a wild mess, and her makeup smudged, but she was still the most beautiful woman in the club - at least to me.
She grinned, her eyes flashing with mischief. She then exited the stall, without even a word. As she passed by the cabin a few meters next to us, it opened too and the other girl we heard earlier also came out from her own bedsport session.
She was a petite brunette, her face flushed, lipstick smeared, and her dress barely covering her ass. As my partner for the night passed next to her, without hesitation she took hold of her and both exchanged a sudden and unexpected dry cum-filled lesbian kiss.
I was left speechless and surprised, as the brunette grabbed Angelika's hand and dragged her towards the exit, leaving me alone in the restroom.
I stood there for a moment, my cock still dripping with cum, watching as the two women disappeared into the crowd. I zipped up my pants, a smirk playing on my lips. I had to admit, that was a fucking hot twist I hadn't seen coming.
And she had not even given me her name.