STORY: No Mercy

The music was loud and the club was crowded.

I was in the corner of the dance floor, enjoying a few glorious minutes with a young man I met only a few minutes prior. As soon as we came face-to-face with each other and our body began to move in sync with one another, I felt the sexual chemistry.

His hands, which were once lightly placed on my waist had now moved downwards, rubbing against the skin of my ass through the fabric. His hands were gentle, yet firm as he rubbed my curves. He leant into the crook of my neck and kissed me, his whispers made my body tingle. His body moved slowly and sultrily against mine, his pelvis erotically exciting me as I felt the subtle little bulge that told me I affected him the way he was affecting me.

My hands moved from around his neck down. I splayed my palms on his chest and could feel his heartbeat on my hands. I kept pushing my palm down until they rested on the waistband of his jeans. I wanted so badly to unbutton him and grab on to his erection which was making me swoon with need. I controlled myself as I remembered there were witnesses.

Sighing, I pushed my body even closer to his, my breasts rubbing against his chest. I could almost hear his breath catch as I rubbed my curvy boobs against him, exciting my nipples. I knew I was going home with this dude, even though I did not know his name.

My decision made me feel a little better. My arousal was less acute as I consoled myself with the fact that we would soon be kissing and ripping each other's clothes off, trying to get to the golden parts of our bodies. I leant my head back to look up at him. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked back at me too and leant in for a kiss. My arms immediately returned upwards to grasp his shoulders as we kissed. I closed my eyes, savouring the moment. His hands on my ass tightened and he pushed me so close to his groin that it felt like we were almost fucking, despite the articles of clothing between us. I let his tongue invade my mouth completely, using mine to tell him how much I needed him.

Finally, we parted. I sighed and turned around to see if anyone else was as affected by that kiss as I was. It was then I spotted Tunde across the room.

I stood still, no longer swaying to the music as my heart began to race erratically, not with arousal this time but with cold, hard fear. He shook his head at me, disappointed. I quickly disengaged with my dance partner and hurried towards where Tunde stood.

When he noticed me coming, he turned around and headed out the club. I walked faster, hoping he would not disappear before I reached him. I saw him heading towards the car park.

"Tunde! Tunde, please wait!" I began to yell.

Finally, he got to a spot between two cars and turned around. When I reached him, I was speechless. I did not know what to say.

He spoke first. "So, are you going to explain why the fuck you are kissing boys in clubs when you will be getting married to my best friend in less than two weeks?" he said, anger evident in his voice.

"I am so sorry. I don't know... w..what came over me. Please don't tell him, I beg you." There were tears in my eyes as I realised the magnitude of what I did and how my whole life could fall apart if this were to get back to my fiance.

"I should what? Just keep this from him? He deserves to know what kind of whore he is marrying."

I was taken aback by his harsh words but I knew he had the right to lash out that way. He was angry. I watched as he stood, his back against a jeep, panting as he watched me from head to toes. His eyes scanned my cropped top. I imagined what he must see since I could feel my nipples still hard from my earlier experience and the way the cool night air enveloped me. I was not even wearing a bra. As the thought crossed my mind, I saw his eyes pause on my chest, then eventually, they ran down my short jean skirt, my nude thighs and my feet which were covered in heels.

His eyes eventually came up to meet mine and I saw something deeper than anger in his. I went closer to him, hoping I could connect with and pacify him.

"I am not a whore, Tunde, please. This was a one-time thing. I just wanted to get things out of my system before marriage. I would never treat your friend this way after I become his wife," I was saying. I held his hands while trying to convince him to keep what he witnessed a secret.

His eyes moved to where my hands held his and subconsciously, he moved closer to me. For some reason, at that point, we both realised we were alone. There was something sensual about the still night that seemed to make anything possible. Knowing where my thoughts were leading to, I attempted to remove my hands and pull away from him. He held me in place, bent his head and began to kiss me.

I was still excited from my dance with the stranger and I knew it would be a bad idea to deny Tunde something he wanted in this situation so I kissed him back hungrily. His hands left mine and immediately slid underneath my skirt. He stroked me ass through my cotton panties and moved to my front. My panties were already damp with my earlier arousal and he used his fingertips to trace the slit between both my pussy lips.

I moaned into his mouth, excitement and fear bubbling in my belly. His hand slipped into my panties and his two fingers were soon fucking me. I began bucking my hips up and down, coating his hand with my juice, wanting him to fuck me until I came. But he seemed not to have the patience for that.

We switched position and he pushed me roughly towards one of the cars. I was face-to-face with the car door and could see my face through the glass. He came behind me and immediately yanked down my panties. I heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothes, then I felt the head of his cock trace the line between my ass cheeks. I groaned as pleasure overtook me. He put his hand between my legs again, searching for my entrance. I spread them as wide as possible and when he found it, he immediately guided his cock into me.

The sex was rough. He kept pushing into me so hard that my belly was hitting against the car door. He seemed not to care as his cock slid in and out of my wet cunt. I pushed back at him, fucking him back with the same amount of intensity. His hands came around to the front of my cunt and he began to stroke me as he fucked. I was crying out know, knowing that I could be heard by basically anyone. The thought only turned me on even more.

His cock was fantastic and it was hitting all my sweet spots. I wanted more and I gyrated my hips so my ass rubbed seductively against him. He groaned when I did that so I did it again and again until he began to grunt and fuck me even harder. He panted faster as he pumped into me until he pushed so deep I felt him scrape my cervix and he spurted his cum at exactly that spot.

"So, will this stay between us?" I asked him as we adjusted our clothing.

"Come home with me tonight and I will think about it." He replied.

I obviously had no other choice.

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