Stranger in the club bathroom #2

My legs moved before my brain could catch up. One second I was standing there, heart slamming against my ribs, and the next my knees were buckling, sinking down onto the cold, sticky tiles of the men’s bathroom floor. The filth registered somewhere in the back of my mind... God knows what was on these floors, but it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except the way he towered over me now, this massive stranger in his charcoal suit, trousers shoved down just enough to free that monstrous cock. It bobbed heavily right in front of my face, thick veins pulsing, the fat head already glistening with pre-cum.

I gulped, hard. It was even bigger up close.

Heavy. Intimidating.

The kind of cock that made my virgin pussy clench in equal parts terror and desperate, aching need. How the hell is that supposed to fit in my mouth?

My hands trembled as I stared at it, inches from my lips, breathing in that raw, masculine scent... musk and skin and something expensive underneath.

He let out a low, almost annoyed huff.

"You don’t know what the fuck to do with a cock, do you, sweetheart?"

I shook my head, cheeks burning. No point lying. I was twenty-three and still a virgin because I’d been waiting for “the right moment” with Nathan. Look where that got me.

"Figures," he muttered, but there was a dark thrill in his tone. "Take it in your hands first. Both of them. Rub it nice and slow, circular motion. Get familiar with what you’re about to choke on."

I reached up. The second my fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, it twitched hard against my palm, hot and alive. Jesus, it was so much bigger than it looked from across the room. Heavy, solid, the skin silky-smooth over steel. I started rubbing him like he said, twisting my hands in opposite directions, sliding up and down the length of him. He was too thick for one hand; both barely met around his girth.

"Fuuuck, yeah baby. Just like that," he groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. His hips jerked forward slightly.

"Keep going. Faster now. Milk that cock."

I picked up the pace, rolling my hands up and down, twisting at the head on every upstroke the way I’d vaguely seen in videos. His cock throbbed in my grip, leaking more pre-cum that smeared over my fingers. Every grunt and curse that fell from his lips made my pussy throb harder. I was soaked. My silk panties were ruined, my clit pulsing with every heartbeat.

God, I’m on my knees in a nasty club bathroom jerking off a complete stranger like some cheap little slut. The thought should’ve shamed me. Instead it made me wetter.

Nathan called me boring. A statue. This man... this dominant, older stranger, was looking down at me like I was the hottest thing he’d seen all night.

"Is that all you got?" he snapped suddenly, voice rougher. "You gonna make me do all the work here?"

I looked up at him through my lashes, still stroking. "What… what else do you want me to do?"

His smirk was pure sin. "Put that pretty mouth on it. Suck my cock. And don’t you dare half-ass it."

I hesitated for half a second, heart racing, mind screaming this was insane, then leaned forward. My lips parted around the fat, leaking head. He tasted salty, musky, masculine. I sucked on the tip gently at first, swirling my tongue around it like it was a lollipop.

"Atta girl," he growled. "Deeper. I know you can take more. Open that throat up for me."

I pushed forward, taking another inch, then another. My jaw stretched wide. He was so thick it made my eyes water instantly. I bobbed slowly, trying to find a rhythm, sucking harder on the upstroke. His hand suddenly fisted in my hair, not yanking yet, just holding.

"Fuuuuck, that’s it. Good girl. Your mouth feels fucking incredible. Warm, wet and sloppy. Keep sucking just like that."

Pride flared in my chest even as spit started dripping down my chin. This powerful, domineering man was groaning because of me. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat as best as I could, gagging softly when he hit the back. The sound seemed to drive him wild.

"Shit!!! yeah, gag on it. Let me feel that throat squeezing my dick."

He tightened his grip on my hair and started guiding me, pushing my head down further. I choked, eyes tearing up, but I didn’t pull away. Saliva poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my tits, soaking the front of my sundress. The filthy, wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoed off the bathroom walls with every thrust of his hips. He was fucking my face now, slow at first, then building.

I reached up and squeezed my own breasts through the dress, pinching my hard nipples. The ache between my legs was unbearable. Every time he hit the back of my throat I moaned around his cock, the vibration pulling another deep grunt from him.

"Look at you," he rasped, voice thick with pleasure. "Pretty little thing on her knees choking on a strangers dick in a public bathroom. You love this shit, don’t you? Bet that needy cunt is dripping all over the floor."

I whimpered in agreement, bobbing faster on my own now, desperate to please him. My mascara was definitely ruined. Spit and tears streaked my face.

I felt dirty. Used. Alive.

His thrusts grew sharper, hips snapping forward. "Fuck, your mouth is dangerous, baby. Gonna cum soon. Open that pretty mouth wide for me."

He pulled out suddenly, stroking his slick cock furiously with one hand while the other kept my head in place. I opened my mouth, tongue out, staring up at him with wide, watery eyes.

"Here it comes, take it all, you filthy little cock-hungry slut."

Thick ropes of hot, milky cum erupted across my face, splattering my tongue, my cheeks, my eyelashes. Some landed on my lips and chin, dripping down onto my heaving tits. He groaned long and low, milking every drop.

"Swallow," he ordered, voice hoarse.

I did, tasting the thick, salty load. It slid down my throat as I looked up at him, face painted, lips swollen.

He stared down at me, chest still rising and falling. A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at his mouth.

"What do you say, sweetheart? Thank me properly for feeding you my fat cock."

I was a mess... knees sore, face covered, pussy throbbing like it had its own heartbeat, but something clicked. The way he carried himself, the authority, the age gap… it felt right. I looked up at him, voice small and raspy.

"Thank you, Daddy… for giving me your fat cock."

His eyes darkened instantly, pupils blown wide. "That's right. Good girl."

I thought that might be it. Part of me was already aching for more, terrified and excited that he’d just walk away now that he’d used my mouth. But he wasn’t done.

He reached down, grabbed me under the arms, and yanked me up like I weighed nothing. My legs were shaky as he lifted me, carrying me the few steps to the marble sinks. He set me on the edge, then strode over and locked the main bathroom door with a decisive click. The sound sent a fresh jolt through me.

When he walked back, his cock was already twitching back to life, still half-hard and glistening from my spit. He stepped between my spread thighs, hands sliding up under my dress, gripping my hips possessively.

"Time for me to fuck you properly, baby girl. Think of it as me returning the favor. And since you're so new at this... I’m going to make sure you remember every single second of how it feels to be broken."

Finally. The word echoed in my head as I stared at him, heart pounding. The waiting was over.

Nathan, the heartbreak, the three wasted years, all of it faded under the heat of this stranger’s gaze. My virgin pussy clenched in anticipation and fear. He was huge. I had no idea if I could take him.

But God, I was going to try.