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Being stood up by your boyfriend in a discotheque can be quite embarrassing for a girl. But sometimes, bad things happen for a reason.
He had promised her that he would meet her at the entrance when happy hour started. She waited there till 7:30. But the lecherous looks of the guys hanging around near the entrance got on her nerves. She went inside in a fit of rage. She sent him a message as she made her way in.
The first thing she did was to order her favorite drink. She had just gotten off work and was extremely thirsty. While waiting for the drinks, she looked around for some company.
“I might as well have a good time while waiting,” she thought. But there were no other customers in the bar that she could indulge in. Not much time passed. She was all set for her fourth drink, a little tipsy and a growing rage for being stood up.
She had a hectic week. Since her roommate was out this weekend, Susan had been looking forward to a romantic, possibly sexy weekend. She thought fondly about their last time together. She hoped he could do an encore – not just tonight but throughout the weekend, with no rest.
The more intoxicated she became, the more her thoughts became ecstatic and erotic. She needed an orgasm or twenty at least. Her thoughts wandered into the future moments of having them. Her loins heated up, and she felt her wetness.
The lace panties she had chosen for the night were getting soaked up by the time happy hour ended. She was becoming more and more frantic by the minute. It was time to get something done before she exploded. She got up.
All the while, horny thoughts were running wild in her head, unfulfilled desires mingling with her lust-filled fantasies. She went to the restroom. In the bathroom, she entered the stall and sat on the seat. She then started to squeeze her nipples.
She started playing with herself again, imagining what he would do to her in bed. She was way too far gone for this bar. She needed sex now. She couldn’t wait any longer. Nearly an hour passed, and she was still waiting. She knew he wasn’t going to show up.
The bar had gotten full, and no one bought drinks for her either. Then, she decided to go home, disappointed but not broken-hearted yet irritated. She decided to check the phone, only to realize there were two missed calls and a message from him.
Between her distracted mind and the noise of the discotheque, she hadn’t paid attention to her phone at all. She took the call, wondering what he needed to say. The phone rang for a few seconds before he answered it. She didn’t hear his voice at first, but then she did.
All of her thoughts were washed away in a wave of sensation. She was in the moment. She felt like it was her right to be there. He started speaking to her about how he needed some time off for personal reasons. He apologized and said it was a pretty long story.
She should call him back at some point so they can talk more about it. “His loss,” she thought. The only downside was that she wouldn’t be able to feed the growing hunger between her legs.
“Fuck you! Don’t bother calling or messaging me again,” she shouted at him. She was finally done with him and his excuses. She hung up, not paying attention to what he was saying.
She went back to the bar and ordered another drink for herself. She felt a little more relaxed but still wanted something she couldn’t have yet. After her second drink, she decided it was time to go home. She paid the bills for her drinks.
She got up, thanked the bartender and left to make her way home. Fuming, she stormed out of the discotheque. She was tipsy and accidentally booked a shared ride on her phone app. She felt too lazy to change it and waited by the curb for it to arrive.
“Shit, I shouldn’t have had these many drinks,” she thought. The alcohol combined with the cool night air of Bangalore made her feel a little dizzy.
She was feeling quite horny. She was trying to distract herself from it by thinking of what she could have done that night, but nothing came to mind. She felt the urge to masturbate. She decided against it because she didn’t want to appear promiscuous slut.
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“We have to pick up someone else, sir,” the cabbie told me as soon as I got in.
“Ok, no problem,” I replied, “I am in no rush.” The app said we were picking up Susan — a nice name, I thought. I also looked out for the location and noticed we were picking her up from the discotheque. Not safe for a girl to take a cab after drinks. None of my business, though.
The car pulled up at the discotheque. I noticed the cute drunk girl swaying on her unsteady legs, checking her phone every few seconds and looking anxiously in the direction of the cab. She was wearing a stunning short black dress.
I also noticed that her shoes were extremely high and uncomfortable to walk in. Again, not safe for a girl to be walking around after drinks. As she struggled to open the door, I jumped out and helped her get into the cab.
She mumbled something that sounded vaguely like ‘thanks.’ A few minutes into the drive, she had dozed off. A few minutes later, she was dreaming and sleep talking. I honestly didn’t understand a word she was saying. She was sexy. Her hand was between her legs, giving me direct eyesight of her boobs.
“Wow!” I thought, going hard, watching this horny beauty. “Someone’s going to get lucky tonight,” I thought.
By the time we reached her destination, she was fast asleep. “We are here,” the cabbie said. “Are you ok? Do you need to go home?” I asked her. She just mumbled something and continued to sleep.
“What should do we do now?” the cabbie asked, turning back to me in a voice of desperation.
“I don’t know,” I said, cringing, “if she was awake enough to tell us where she lives, maybe one of us could help her get home,” I said in Kannada.
“Her address is on the booking,” he said and hurriedly started checking the address and then looking out at the door numbers. “I think it’s upstairs of that one there,” he said, pointing to a building diagonally opposite to where we were parked.
“Let me check,” I said, getting out of the cab. I walked to the place and up the stairs. Sure enough, the door number was the same that the cabbie had told me.
“Here’s what I suggest,” I said as I returned to the cab, “I will get off here and help her up the stairs. Hopefully, her folks will be able to take over from there.” The cabbie merely shrugged, eager to get rid of the nuisance that kept him from accepting the next ride.
She was half awake by the time we got out of the car. I carried her to keep her from falling over and somehow climbed the stairs. The cabbie waited till I got her to the door and rang the doorbell (perhaps to make sure I had no nefarious intentions) before leaving me hanging and also canceled my trip.
I rang the bell again. The lights were on, but nobody was home. I decided to try and see if she would wake up and tell me where to go next. “Hey!” I said, shaking her shoulder.
“Hey!” I said again in Kannada, using my most convincing voice. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me with a blank expression on her face. “Where are you from?” I asked in Kannada, “Can you speak English?” She took a few more moments to comprehend what I said and then nodded.
I asked her, “Is anyone home?”
“Ummmm hmmm,” she said, shaking her head in the negative, still swaying, quite drunk, “just you and me and lots of naked fun,” she added, thinking I was the guy she wanted to meet at the club. Still wanting it to be true, I had to have control.
She put her hands around my neck and leaned in as if to kiss me. But she almost passed out again, plopping her pretty head on my shoulder. I shook her awake again.
“Hey… hey…,” I said, shaking her shoulder till she woke up again, “Keys? Where are the keys?”
She fumbled around looking for them, asking me if I wanted to come in. “Nah, thanks.” But I’m just glad she wasn’t planning on giving me a blowjob! I thought to myself.
She was fishing the keys out of her purse herself. She handed them to me, swaying back to my shoulder again. I balanced her on one arm and opened the door with the other. Once we were in and I had shut the door, she was all over me.
Throwing her arms around my neck, she leaned in for a kiss and this time. She didn’t pass out.
“Oh my, you are beautiful!” she said. “I like your long hair. You know what? We could be friends or something. I think at least to start with,” she added hesitantly while still leaning in for a kiss. She smelled good too, but not quite the way I had thought when she was passed out.
She smelled like flowers, jasmine. I think it was called. As she pressed her open mouth on mine, sliding her tongue in my mouth. It was just too much for me to resist. So I kissed her back and started pursuing her.
Hard, biting and sloppy with little gentleness in my treatment of her pussy lips through the thin fabric of that dress she was wearing. She was sucking my tongue. I enjoyed the effect it had on me. When she suddenly wrapped both arms around my waist, lowering herself on me, I subdued.
She was pulling at my belt and unzipping me, tugging my shirt up with one hand while kissing my neck and ear. I stood her in the living room, still holding her around the waist with both hands on each side of her hips. I had every intention of leaving after getting her situated.
Up to that point, this was a nuisance. But she was looking at me with such an expression of need and desperation. I couldn’t leave without giving her what she wanted. There is only so much you can resist by way of an open invitation from a beautiful and sexy woman.
The ladies I have met or otherwise experimented with are readier to carry on than anything else. And once the situation is in motion past their resistance, I’m afraid it’s practically impossible to stop. So, when she stuck her tongue out to be sucked, I obliged, licking and sucking it, tasting her saliva and kissing her hard.
She was still kissing me, trying to reach my belt buckle. I could feel the arousal in her body as she started grinding against me. Her dress had ridden up over her ass anyway. So my hands were free up on her ass, fondling it. Nevertheless, she said, “Why don’t you take me here?” pointing to my pulsing, rock-hard cock.
I muttered, “You pester me too much when I come here.” With her insistent invitation holding sway over, the inarticulate reserve of denial lingered no longer.
I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric. She was wearing black lacey underwear that hugged her round ass tightly. But I still saw the outline of her pussy through them with its engorged lips sticking out, waiting for me.
No wonder she wanted this so badly as she stood there in front of me. I could feel her breath on my neck as I asked, “Are you sure?” She whispered in an erotic voice in my ear, “Yes.” Then I ran my hands down from her back to her firm little ass.
Her panties were wet against my hands. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through them. It seemed so different from when she’d worn panties earlier that day. That was just a game, not what this is.
I pushed off her lingerie top with one hand. Her bra came off next, and her gloriously full breasts were exposed, perky, erect nipples standing proudly, two-toned mounds of flesh jutting out swollen, inviting to be sucked. I cupped both breasts in the firm grip, pinching one over the other. She gasped and groaned.
She slid her hand between my legs, rubbing my erection — that was my final push. Pushing her against the wall, I started kissing her — no, I started eating her mouth and tongue. Cupping a breast in my hands, I squeezed, making her moan in my mouth.
I unbuttoned and dropped my pants first, relieving the raging erection and setting my cock free when I shed my underwear. Susan’s hand grabbed my shaft and started stroking it vigorously. She responded to my kissing with just as much hunger and intensity.
Still kissing, I guided her towards what looked like a bedroom and threw her on the bed. Her panties were wet, and so was I. My lips stretched over her boobs, my tongue rolling along with one nipple, sucking lightly at the other.
I reached behind me. I took hold of that lovely ass in my hands — spreading them wide open for me. I kissed and sucked her tits some more, feeling them swell up in my hands. I moved down to suck on that sweet pussy, nibbling around the edges of lips with tongue, massaging clit with fingers.
Her legs wrapped around me tightly. She moaned against my mouth, ass grinding into my crotch. I knew I was going to fuck this beauty over and over again.
Susan moved her hips against me, grinding and fucking my face as I drove my tongue deep into her pussy. She was so wet and hot. I wanted to fuck her now, but I needed a condom. I stood up from between those amazing legs of hers.
I had one in hand and put it on Susan’s swollen clit in seconds. She moaned as I gave it a few tugs before moving my cock between her legs. She tasted so nice, her pussy all warm and wet for me.
Getting on top, I shoved my pole down her mouth, spread her legs wide and, opening her pussy, shoved my tongue down her hole. I heard a moan and an involuntary sucking of my cock as I started shoving it in and out of her mouth.
She was gushing, and I lapped up her delicious juices hungrily. After tongue-fucking her for a few minutes, I shifted my attention to her clitoris. It was swollen, and I flicked it with my tongue twice. She moaned, and I moved my cock in and out of her mouth while rubbing it against her clit.
I felt a surge in my balls as Susan sucked me deeply, enjoying the taste of her juices on my dick. Her body trembled with pleasure as I rubbed that swollen nubbin between thumb and forefinger — pinching hard at times to bring her to a fever pitch.
I could feel the end of my cock pulsing. I shoved it into her mouth and held her head down on my shaft — she was going nuts! Her pussy gushed, coating me with wetness as I slowly came back up from between those sweet thighs of hers. She kissed my neck and moaned against me. I sat there, drenched in her juices.
She was not done yet. I lay down as Susan crawled onto my lap. “Did you like that?” she asked seductively, leaning forward to kiss me.
“You’re amazing,” I replied as she leaned over and began sucking on my nipple. She worked her way down the front of my body with those soft lips and tongues, kissing every inch of skin before nuzzling at the base of my cock. It was getting hard again!
I grabbed her head and shoved it back into place on my arousal, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock as she sucked me. I ran one hand through her hair and held it back with the other, bringing her to a climax I couldn’t control myself.
She moaned against my member as I reached down and pulled off her panties. They were wet with lust! A few minutes later, she was on her back, legs spread wide as I slid into her. I grabbed her legs and pulled them up against my chest, pushing myself into her with force.
She was still slick from our earlier escapades. So I made quick work of it until I felt the tightening in my balls again. Again he reached down to rub at that sensitive nubbin as I fucked her hard.
“Oh! Oh, fuck!” Susan exclaimed, pressing herself down on my cock. “I’m… I’m going to cum!”
“Cum all over me,” I replied as she reached back and started rubbing at her clit. She was moaning like crazy now! Her head rolled around with the force of her passion. She was furiously making herself climax while still impaled on my erection!
I came inside her, thrusting against her to get every last drop of my seed out and into her. I moaned as I finished. She was still moaning like crazy!
After a few minutes, we both calmed down and got up off the bed. We were both sweaty, and our clothes were disheveled. “Wow!” she sighed, still panting heavily, “Do you fuck all the drunk women you find on the road this way?” she exclaimed.
Somewhere along the way, she must have realized it wasn’t her boyfriend fucking her.
“Nah, only the one who seduces me over the rides,” I replied.
“Thanks for a good weekend,” she smiled, kissing me again, full of ecstasy.
After a while, still hungry for more, she pushed me on my back and went to work on my limp cock with her mouth. She sucked it as her life depended on that dead man’s cock! I pushed against the back of her throat until my skin stung. What slut had made me get so hard?
Our hands gripped at each other, still frenzied. After she worked on my newfound hardness with both hand and mouth, I asked if she wanted to fuck again. Instead of answering, she started to suck me harder.
“I could get used to this,” I thought. As I got hard, she took it off her mouth and started to stroke but continued to stroke me. She said, “When I called the cab, I was pissed at my boyfriend not showing up. I had no idea I would have a great night.”
I told her to go into a doggy-style position with a wicked smile. I was amazed at how tight she was. Thrusting into her, I started drilling her hard and fast, grabbing her waist for leverage.
She was whimpering and moaning loudly, urging me to go faster and harder. We both moaned in unison, taking at my dick. She was still rock hard and couldn’t wait for me to fuck her.
She started moaning. I stroked back and forth, until at last fucking furiously after 5 minutes!” We climaxed again.
“What are you doing tomorrow and Sunday?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
“Nothing much,” I said. “I just arrived in town today. I have interviews from Monday, but nothing is planned for the weekend. Why?”
“My parents are out of town for the weekend,” she said, winking.
Then the fun started till Sunday morning when her boyfriend called her telling her he would be home in 5 minutes.
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