“We should hit the club,” he said, “I wanna see what kind of guys are out and about.”
It was getting harder and harder for him to ignore how much the underwear was rubbing against his pussy. There was a growing itch inside of him that the heat of the men’s eyes outside had only made more intense, a sensation that he’d never felt before. A need to be filled up.
“Sounds like a plan! I thought you were seeing that guy, though, Shaun or whatever his name was?”
A smile came to Vanessa’s red lips. “Oh, I’m not seeing him anymore. That guy’s a loser, a complete pussy. His wife taught him a lesson for cheating.”
The girlfriends all talked at the same time. “Shame. He was kinda cute.” “I knew he was a pussy from the start!” “Wonder what his wife did to him. Do cheaters ever change?”
The smile on Vanessa’s face only grew wider as they approached the club and were let in, no questions asked. The moment she walked in, her hips swinging, her long legs moving with utmost confidence, her breasts bouncing, all eyes were on her. The men stared, the women whispered. It was intoxicating, so intoxicating that for a moment Shane forgot that he existed inside of Vanessa’s body. For a moment he was Vanessa, sashaying confidently through the world, feeding off the eyes of the men and the jealousy of the women.
“Wanna dance?” he asked a well-dressed man at the bar. The man was his own age, decent looks. Probably not unlike himself—had a decent-paying job, a wife to go home to.
A strange pride rose in Shane’s heart as the man stood up without hesitation and took his hand. All the faith that this man might have had disappeared in an instant when he locked eyes with Vanessa.
And in that moment, Shane felt himself disappear. All that was left was Vanessa, the beautiful woman who made men bow to her at each snap of her painted fingers.
Together they danced. Vanessa ground her ass against him, teasing him, making him hard through his clothes. She whispered into his ear, grabbed him by the tie to kiss him and then shoved him away.
“Come to the bathroom if you want more,” she said, turning away.
There was no question in her step as she walked away, her tight dress hugging her curves, that she was being followed. Sure enough, the man walked after her into the club bathroom stall.
Grabbing him, Vanessa began to kiss him, melting in the heat as their tongues touched, intertwined. The dampness in her pussy only swelled, and she pulled up her dress, pushing her panties to the side to reveal her dripping wet pussy as she hoisted herself up onto the counter.
“Take me,” she said.
The man didn’t hesitate. Without moments he had pulled his cock out of his pants, pushed forward into her.
Shane gasped as he felt the cock inside of Vanessa. It was a feeling of fullness, of being completed, the kind that he’d never felt when fucking women. And as the man began to thrust, he moaned in Vanessa’s voice, dug her nails into the man’s back, screamed as her body shook violently in orgasm, twitching with pleasure that washed out any shame he might have had left.
Just as the man was turning away, about to buckle up his pants, Vanessa licked her red lips, pushed the hair out of her eyes, and spread her legs again.
“Again,” said Shane, feeling the lust swell inside of him.
The man paused, turned around again. His pants dropped to his feet.
And with that, Shane was lost inside of Vanessa’s wildest indulgences, the guilt washed away, his pride as a man completely subservient to pleasure.
And already Vanessa knew, as she came again and again, that she would be out on the club floor tomorrow, smiling, sexy, and ready for more.
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