My eyes darkened. My breath reeked of the alcohol as the night continued to get wilder. The loud music rang in my ears as colorful lights swirled around the room. Everyone in the room was cheerful—even I was. For innocent young adults, the joy lies in the club nights, where the sadness would fade away into the intoxication of hot bourbon. Where all that matters is the spirit of ecstasy itself and the temporal liberation of the mind. I wasn't sad though, that night was the closest to the highest form of happiness I had ever felt in life. A promotion—could you believe it? And not just a promotion, but an opportunity to control, manage, and be the face for something bigger. To be better. I long deeply for importance and a life that is above everything. A life as high as my boundless sexual desires, and that would have no end. That night in the club, it was extraordinarily high.
Women like me find it hard to be satisfied. Those relentless fuckings in college had increased my urge for sexual satisfaction. Sometimes, I felt like there would never be anyone who understands my thirst for orgasm—at least, not that I had ever seen one. On that joyful night at the club, after dancing my heart out with two of my friends, we lurked at a dark corner where we constantly ordered for more drinks. The more we ordered, the drunker we got. Unlike them, for whom the alcohol had met their entire satisfaction, my eyes scanned through the entire room, looking for something to drive into myself. Something massive. The tipsier I got, the blurrier my vision became as the loud music continued to pierce into the darker sides of me. Then, at one point, I saw him—his eyes sneered with innocence yet wild like flames. He gently sipped from his cup, not trying to get drunk, yet his calm demeanor hinted at something destructive. His shiny black hair leaned backward, with a few leaping to the side of his forehead. His rounded lips softened every time he took a sip from his cup, and his eyes sharpened with purpose when he saw me. I understood aura that night. My heart almost left it place; never had I ever admired someone at first sight so much I wanted him to fuck my fucking brains out each time our eyes met. Despite me making faces, he continued to sip from his cup like he wasn't fazed at all.
"I'm gonna fuck that guy right there,"I suddenly heard myself say loudly admist the loud music.
"What do you say girl?" One of my friends got her ear closer to hear me clearly.
"I said I'm going to fuck that guy," I said loudly again, this time looking straight at him to let her know whom I was talking about.
She laughed hysterically. "You're crazy girl. You've taken too much?" She said before returning to drinking and partying with our other friend.
My facial expression quickly falter into something more serious. I had never been doubted when it came to getting something done. There was no one I had ever wanted that I didn't get throughout college, and most of the times I got fucked in cars, I had always dominated. This shouldn't be any different. I quickly reached out under my tight fitted gown and pulled out my pant. I ran my fingers over my face in a sexual way as he gazed at me, leaving one on my teeth as I seductively eyed him. I stood up without hesitation and seductively walked up to the desk where he had been sitting. Without speaking a word to him, I looked closely into his eyes before gently slamming the pant into his chest. I didn't wait to get a response, I just walked straight to the bathroom, being rest assured he was going to look back at my wiggling massive ass, and when I was by the door, I looked back, then saw him put it in his face before slowly sliding it into the pocket of his coat. As I walked in, he got up briefly to follow me. It wasn't up to a minute that he came in, locking the door behind him, and without asking each other a single thing, he lunged closer, kissing me as he fondled my tits. It started rough and aggressive like I had always wanted it until a loud knock came on the door. For the first two times, we ignored as his fingers went up my gown, finding it way in-between my clit before starting to fuck me intensely with his fingers. My eyes lit up as I held on tight to him, moaning softly in his ears. The knock came again, to which he told them it's occupied but the knocker wouldn't stop, and at a point, it felt like it was more than one person knocking. He then stopped fucking me, but his fingers still kept in my cunt. I breathed heavily, then his mouth went to the side of my ear.
"Should we go somewhere more interesting?" He asked in a soft tone.
Without saying a word, he understood I was down for an adventure. He slowly pulled out his fingers, then he unlocked the door before we both walked out. It was a guy and a girl that had been knocking. I did hear one of them say 'shameless people' like that wasn't what they were going there to do too. He took me out of the Club through the back, and without hesitation, he walked to a royal blue Porsche parked outside and held the passenger side open for me. This at first proved to me he must have been a wealthy person. I sat in, and we soon drive out of the club. We haven't gone a long distance that I slowly placed my hand on his laps, looking to the side of his charming face. I reached out for his dick, and he adjusted the seat, using one hand to unzip his trouser and the other one on the steer wheel. On the car's stereo, Hey there by DeJ Loaf was playing loudly as we drove in a reckless speed. There wasn't much cars on the road. I pulled out his dick, then pounced on it, giving him an aggressive head, and he moaned as silent as possible. As I went down on it, his body hardened up, he held on to my hair with one of his hands, and without fearing for my life or his, I kept on giving him head as we drove for about four minutes, before pulling over inside the garage of a bungalow. I pulled out my mouth, trying to save the rest for later. We entered the dining room through the garage. The house was neatly furnished, the interior design was fascinating, and the whole place was neatly arranged like no one had been there for a while. Everything looked very much expensive. There was a study by my far right, and the kitchen to the left. I slowly leaned on the table, sitting by it edge. He dropped his car keys beside me and he opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but I quickly crossed his lips with my finger, pulling him closer by the helm of his collar before turning around, leaning on the table with my chest. He then spread my legs by hitting them with his, then he pulled down his trouser. His hand slowly pulled up my gown, then his right hand held my long hair in his fist before he started fucking me. He pulled out slowly before seriously banging me. My nails scratched the table and my whole thoughts fled in an instance. All I did was moan softly, and every minute it got unbearable, I wanted to touch it but I didn't, all I did every time it got intensed was to scream ' Oh shit'. At a point, it was like he was going to stop, and I had feared even he wouldn't meet my satisfaction, but he only unzipped my gown and turn me over to fuck me from the front. He fondled my boobs, arousing me even more as I moaned in his ears. He gently went in and out for a couple of minutes before picking me up like a toy, carrying me into one of the rooms. The light from the corridor filtered in as he gently placed me on the soft bed. He pulled out, before slowly going down on my already wet fanny. His eyes gazed at mine, then he went further down, sliding his tongue into my clit. My breath seized for a minute. The dark part of my eyes went totally into darkness, rolling out the white part. The light that filtered through the door casted irregular shadows on the bed and my finger nails dragged relentlessly on the duvet as I felt uneasy in my body system. I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted to pull out his head from between my thighs. Instead I held it there with my hands, as he pulled me even closer, devouring my wet cunt like a decent beast. The urge got even stronger, and more unbearable. My gentle moan accompanied my clit that has now been shifted to a side by his tongue as my teeth continuously bite down on my lips. Before I could think twice, I squirted in his face, wetting it up with the milky white orgasm of my once innocent vag. FuckI cummed like a fucking bitch. And I fucking love it.
I slowly fell asleep in his arms as we cuddled up. Before I knew it, it was dawn already. I was the first to get up from bed, my head was on his chest, and his huge arm under his head. I wished I could stay further to enjoy the warmth of his arms but I had to get to work in a couple hours or I was going to miss my great day. I got up from under the duvet, packed my clothes, and I existed the house as silently as I could.
When I got back to my apartment, I let myself in with the key I had. My friends was on the couch, chatting, and when they saw me, they were silent for almost a minute before bursting into a ridiculous laughter. My two friends, Nadia and Aaliyah shared similar traits with me. We go way back to our college days, where all we did was drink and fuck like nymphomaniacs. Nadia being from the Middle East happened to be the calmest of us, her beginnings were humble. Aaliyah on the other hand is an African American, she grew up in Brooklyn with her foster parent. She was wild too, if it had been possible, wilder than I was. We three had a way of doing our things, and throughout college, we remained focus even though we had dark secrets. Since our college days, we've been living together. Even when we use to stay in one room, but now, we live in a two bedroom apartment. They looked into my eyes, waiting for me to fill them in on how my night was, but when I just froze for minutes, Nadia cleared her throat to interrupt the silence.
"Girl, where have you been all night?" She asked.
"You wouldn't believe," I replied promptly, dropping my purse on couch. I stripped in front of them before walking into the shower.
"You wouldn't believe either that your car is still at the club," Aaliyah taunted me.
Nadia laughed.
"Fuck."
"Fuck what? Your car is in the garage, bitch," Aaliyah taunted me again.
Nadia laughed again. "Where did you go?" She asked, as they both stood up to stand outside the bathroom as I showered.
"A wild adventure," I replied to her.
"Thought you left that life behind," Nadia joked.
At this time, I had started showering. The water washed down my face as I fondled my boobs with my hand, remembering his face. I caressed the rest of my body as I replied to Nadia and Aaliyah's questions.
I chucked. "I wouldn't trade that life for anything. Yesterday night was really fun by the way."
"Tell us more about it," Nadia pressed in further.
I stepped out of shower, with my towel wrapped around my waist. "I am running late. Mr. Barney is retiring. I can't miss it. I'll fill you in when I'm back."
They still hung around the corner, trying to force words out of me as I sat down by my make up chair, but I didn't say much even though they anxiously asked. I quickly dressed up, and left home shortly after that.
My Mercedes Benz pulled over outside my work place. My anxiety grew even worse as I beheld the building. I knew I wasn't ready, but when have I ever been? For years, Mr. Burney had taken me like his own child, but now, he was about to step down. He was about to trust everything into my care. I certainly wasn't ready to be above all of my friends at work, so my heart pounded even more as I wondered in my heart what it was going to feel like. I stepped out of the car, staring around for a while, then at some point, I panicked even more. My eyes widened in skull, and cold struck my heart as some of my work mates stepped out of the building, not smiling. "Fuck," I mumbled to myself.