Model to slut – In the club

Originally posted on xnxx forum.


I’d arrived in San Francisco wearing tee shirt, cutoff jeans and shoes. I was at Joys house relaxing before my return flight home when I was told of my fiance’s unfaithfulness. I learned later that because of his deceit Joy had planned the afternoon with three of her friends. She wanted me to know what I was letting myself in for and to experience some excitement before I married, if I married after the devastating news. Her three friends were very willing to supply that excitement. The circumstances were set up just so and I ended up having sex with them and then I decided to stay overnight and accompany them to a club.

I’d brought nothing else to wear so I was shoehorned into one of Joys dresses which was a little short and very tight up top. Joy persuaded me that I didn’t need my bra because you could see it and it spoilt the lines of the dress, which did a great job of supporting me anyway. She also talked me out of wearing panties saying it was risque and felt great to ‘go commando’. Perhaps I was being paranoid but It just didn’t feel like me but Joy assured me that I was showing nothing naughty and I looked just great, perfect for where we were going.

We took a cab to the club and the deeper into SF we drove the more buildings were dilapidated and more of them had grills across doors and windows. I live in LA, which has its run down areas too and I’d lived in Russia for a few years, where I’d been to places that it’s not safe to venture even with an armed escort. No, I’ve got nothing against San Francisco but I do find depressed areas frightening.

The cab stopped in a dismal, litter strewn, narrow side street opposite a dilapidated and peeling doorway that thumped out loud music. The noise was even louder inside and the place smelled of old sweat, spilled alcohol and a pungent, sweet smoke and was almost empty with perhaps fifty or so people in there.

Joy was speaking, shouting, her mouth opened and closed to what sounded like “~ways quiet ~~ Thursday ~~ busier soon”.

Within a few seconds four men came to us and began play punching and slapping with Nas, William, James and Joy got some too. I don’t understand all this all American macho man play so when I was introduced I was taken aback because I was pawed and groped and examined like a darling pet at the vets, one even had the audacity to bent to kiss me. Coming from Europe this would be ok but it wasn’t an introductory peck on the cheek. A hand clamped around my rump and one across my waist, I was pulled to my tiptoes and lifted onto him so my body was pulled firmly against his muscled physique and I could feel his hardening manhood pushing against me while his tongue explored my mouth.

I had never considered myself as being particularly sexy. Sure I use my body to make my living but that’s because people are willing to pay lots of money to a blue eyed blond Dane with a fuller bust who is the right shape to model underwear and lingerie. I’ve modeled clothes since I was a child so I’m comfortable showing my body to a camera and as I matured it became obvious that I’d never be a catwalk model but for lingerie I was a good shape. I never thought that I could have that instant effect on a man though, it must be my state of mind. I’d had an afternoon of illicit debauchery with three men and done things with them that I would never dream I could ever do, and now I was getting very juicy between my legs when a stranger kissed me. I did feel very wicked right then so what had become of me?

We all squashed into a dark alcove to sit in low vinyl covered sofas that felt sort of sticky. The guy who’d impressed me so much a moment ago was sitting on my right and another of the new comers sat on my left. (Sorry about the names, the music was too loud to hear what they were called when we were introduced and even today I only know the names of two of them.)

Nas and Joy went to the bar and returned with drinks all round. It looked like rum was the drink of the moment, I was not used to it and a sip was strong enough to make me gasp. Nas pushed his way in between the guy sitting to my left and myself pushing me to squash up against the guy on my right. He put an arm around my neck, dropped his hand to my breast and began to caress me. Then he kissed me and began to stroke my breast and I felt his other hand between my legs, I opened for him and his fingers quickly slid inside me. It says a lot for my mood that I didn’t object to being fondled in a public place.

Something odd, another hand was edging my dress up, with a glance I realized that it was Nas tugging the dress and it was the guy sitting to my right with his fingers inside me. For a moment I was confused and horrified, then I thought of how he’d made me feel when we kissed and what a shit my fiance was and those probing fingers seemed just right.

Nas was still kissing me but I felt drawn toward this other guy, I hesitantly reached and placed my hand on his groin and rubbed his hard member. Two could play his game, be bold, everyone else was so I slipped my hand into his pants, gripped his warm thickness and began to stroke. He groaned “Yeah baby” and pushed my legs wider with his free hand, Nas helped him by sliding the tight dress further up my thighs. So here was I, shy and reserved, miss prim and proper in a darkish but fairly public place being bedroom intimate with two men while others were certainly watching.

The guy stood then knelt down between the table and me and nudged my legs wider. I knew what he wanted to do and I wanted him so much, I let hum pull my buttocks to the edge of the seat and had a quick feeling of guilt as he pulled himself into me. Today was the most strange of days and now a man I’d only met minutes before and not really been able to speak to was kneeling between my open legs in a public place and had his penis thrusting into me as though it’s something we did all the time. There was no passion there but I welcomed him with a longing that I never knew I possessed.

Nas was still playing tonsil hockey and the people in the alcove were encouraging the intimate stranger as he plunged into me and I couldn’t care less. This wasn’t the love I’d felt for my fiance or the base sex I’d had this afternoon, this was simply getting dick inside me to spite that cheating bastard that I call my love.

Someone was standing on the seat and pushed the head of the guy kneeling in front of me back then he moved so his dick was at just the right height for my mouth. I’d done it this afternoon so I knew what I was expected to do so I started to kiss the tip of his dick then I slid my lips over his bulge. Someone was playing with my other breast, not Nas, this I know for sure because he already had one hand inside the top of my dress and another pressed to my stomach and was rubbing my clitoris with his thumb.

I was getting close to cumming when the man between my legs pushed hard into me and groaned, I could feel his penis pulsing inside me as his semen squirted into my fertile vagina.