Behind the Nightclub - Sex Stories

Behind the Nightclub

... shove my pussy hard into his face, grinding it against him as my cunt erupted. I let out a piercing scream as I shot out a jet of warm, clear liquid. “Fuck! You squirted!” he squealed scooting backwards away from me. “Oh fucking hell, you soaked me!” Oh Crap! Poor Daniel was drenched! His face, hair and shirt were all dripping with my slippery girl-cum! I stared at him mortified beyond words. Daniel sat back on the filthy ground wiping the juices from his face.“Oh my fucking life! You dirty whore!” he gasped. “I’m so sorry, Daniel, I couldn’t help…” my cracked voice squeaked. “Sorry? I fucking love it!” “You..? Pardon?” Getting unsteadily to his feet, Daniel wrapped his arms around my waste. “I fucking love it. You’re amazing.” Our lips touched and the taste of my own juices filled my mouth as Daniel and I melted into one. Our kiss was long and passionate and when Daniel finally broke away I could sense his reluctance. “I really have to go,” he sighed. “I can’t leave it any longer.” “Won’t you stay ‘till you dry off a little?” I asked, brushing down his soaked shirt in a futile attempt to make him look presentable. He looked down at his clothing and sighed, “no, I’ll swipe a ...

... beer and pour it over my head to disguise this. It’ll be fine!” “Gonna take more than that,” I commented looking at the state of him. He was filthy and dripping. We both were. “It was fun,” I smiled. “Thanks.” “Fun?” Daniel burst out laughing. “Yeah!” The pair of us looked like we’d been shagged senseless; nothing was going to disguise that fact. Strangely enough neither of us cared, not even the groom-to-be. Daniel took hold of my hand as we walked slowly back to the nightclub’s entrance and he kept hold of it, never letting go. The bouncers gave us an inquisitive look as we approached but politely held the door for us without comment. No-one else saw us and as the club was dark enough to hide the wet patches on our clothes our misdemeanours went undiscovered. As for the smell - well, everyone stank of piss and sweat in that club! Daniel kissed my cheek and squeezed my hand as he attempted to say goodbye. “I…I just…” he shouted over the din of thumping music. “Shhhh, don’t.” I held a finger to his lips to quieten him. There’d be no goodbyes. There was no need. With a smile on my face I turned and walked away. I had him. He was hooked. Married or not I knew he’d be back for more.