Stranger in the club bathroom #3

He pushed my dress up to my waist, fingers hooking into my soaked panties and dragging them down my legs. Cool air hit my dripping folds and I shivered. His thick fingers traced my slit, spreading my wetness, circling my swollen clit.

"Look at this pretty little virgin cunt," he murmured, almost reverently. "Soaking wet for a man you don’t even know. You’ve never had a real dick in here, have you?"

I shook my head, biting my lip. "N-no, Daddy."

He groaned at the name, pressing two thick fingers against my entrance. "We’re gonna fix that tonight. But I’m not rushing this. You’re gonna feel every inch stretching this tight pussy open."

He plunged one finger inside me slowly, curling it, stroking my walls. I gasped, back arching. It felt good, better than my own fingers ever had, but it was nothing compared to the size of the cock I knew was coming next. He added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching me while his thumb worked my clit in firm circles.

"That’s it… relax for me. Let Daddy open you up nice and slow."

I moaned, hips rocking against his hand. Pleasure built fast, my walls fluttering around his fingers. He leaned in, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric of my dress, biting just enough to make me cry out.

He kept working me open, adding a third finger, whispering filthy praise against my skin. "So fucking tight. I'm gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else. You’re gonna be gaping and dripping my cum by the time I’m done with you."

I was close already, whimpering, grinding on his hand like a desperate little whore. Just when I thought I might cum, he pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching.

He gripped his now rock-hard cock, rubbing the fat head up and down my slick folds, tapping it against my clit.

"You ready to get fucked, baby?"

I nodded frantically, legs wrapping around his waist. "Please… I need it."

He pressed forward, the blunt head spreading my entrance. The stretch burned in the best way. Inch by thick inch he pushed inside, watching my face the whole time, one hand on my hip, the other tangled in my hair.

"Breathe," he growled softly. "You’re doing so good taking Daddy's cock."

I whimpered as he sank deeper, my walls clenching around the invasion. It hurt, but the pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure. He was so big, filling me completely. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against mine, we both groaned.

"Fuuuuck," he breathed. "So goddamn tight. Perfect little virgin cunt."

He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust, kissing my neck, whispering dirty encouragement. Then he started moving, slow, deep rolls of his hips that made me see stars. The sound of the lock clicking earlier flashed in my mind.

Anyone could try the door. Anyone could hear us. But all I could focus on was the way this stranger was stretching me open, claiming me, turning my heartbreak into something raw, filthy and real. And he wasn’t even close to being done with me yet.

He stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock pulsing against my walls as we both caught our breath. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild mix of pain, pleasure, and something dangerously addictive.

This stranger... tall, built like trouble wrapped in muscle and dark confidence, had me pinned against the counter in this cramped club restroom, my dress bunched uselessly at my waist, panties kicked somewhere across the tile floor.

The faint bass from the club music vibrated through the walls, but all I could focus on was the stretch of him filling me, the heat of his body against my back, and the way my soaked pussy kept fluttering around his length like it never wanted to let go.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growled low against my ear, voice rough and gravelly, sending fresh shivers down my spine. “So goddamn tight and wet. This pretty little virgin cunt is gripping me like it was starving for a real dick.”

He rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate grind, pressing even deeper, hitting that spot that made my vision blur at the edges. I whimpered, my nails digging into the edge of the sink as my back arched instinctively.

The burn was still there, that sharp stretch of something way too big for my first time, but it melted fast into liquid heat that pooled low in my belly. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, letting a man I’d only met a moment ago fuck me raw in a public restroom. But after walking in on my boyfriend balls-deep in some other girl right there in his bedroom, the anger and humiliation had pushed me out the door and straight into this club. Straight into him.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, until just the thick, blunt head of his cock kissed my entrance. Then he drove forward again, harder, a wet slap echoing off the tiles. A broken moan tore from my throat.

“That’s it,” he praised, one big hand sliding up my side to squeeze my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. “Let it out. Nobody’s gonna hear you over the music… probably.”

He set a steady rhythm then... deep, powerful strokes that rocked my whole body forward against the counter with every thrust. Each one dragged a needy sound from me. My walls clenched around him, trying to adjust, trying to take more. Sweat was already starting to bead on my skin.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust as he watched us in the mirror. “Bent over like this, dripping down my cock.”

His hand came down sharply on my ass cheek, the smack loud and stinging. I gasped, the heat blooming instantly into something that made my pussy gush around him. He did it again on the other side, rubbing the marks right after.

“This ass was made to bounce on my dick. Fuck, it jiggles so pretty when I hit it.”

He kept fucking me like that for long minutes, building me up, one hand tangled in my hair to keep my head up so I had to watch my own face contort in the mirror, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes glassy with overwhelming sensation. The other hand roamed, pinching my nipples, rubbing circles over my swollen clit until I was shaking and pushing back onto him desperately.

“Please…” I breathed, not even sure what I was begging for. More? Harder? To never stop?

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back.

“Please what, baby? Use your words. Tell Daddy what this greedy little hole needs.”

“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder.”

That was all it took. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me clenching around nothing and whining at the loss. Before I could turn, he spun me around fully and bent me over the sink again, this time yanking my hips back and kicking my legs wider.

“Arch that back. Ass up high for me.”

I obeyed, trembling. He dropped to his knees behind me without warning. Strong hands spread my cheeks, and then his hot tongue dragged slowly up my dripping slit. I nearly collapsed.

He licked me like he was devouring something sweet... long, filthy strokes from my clit all the way up, circling my entrance, then pushing inside me. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating my pussy filled the small space. He groaned into me, the vibration making my thighs quake.

“God... oh fuck!” My voice cracked. He sucked my clit between his lips, two thick fingers sliding back into me, curling and stroking that sensitive spot while his tongue flicked relentlessly.

I was grinding back against his face, chasing the pleasure, my moans getting louder and more desperate. He ate me sloppily, hungrily, like my taste was addictive, until my legs were shaking so hard I could barely stand.

He stood back up, wiping his mouth, and slammed back into me in one brutal thrust. “There we go. Now you’re really soaked.”

The new angle had him hitting even deeper. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me, skin slapping loudly against skin. “Take this dick, you desperate little fuck-doll. Look how well you’re swallowing every inch. This pussy’s ruined for anyone else already.”

I was lost in it. The stretch, the fullness, the way his balls slapped against my clit with every punishing thrust. He reached around to rub my clit again, fast and firm, while his other hand wrapped around my throat... light but possessive, controlling my breathing just enough to make everything sharper and hotter.

“You like that, don’t you? Getting your cunt pounded by a man whose name you don’t even know. Such a naughty little cum-hungry princess.” His breath was hot against my ear.

“Yes... fuck, yes,” I moaned, pushing back to meet him. The degradation burned in the best way, mixing with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

He fucked me like that until I was right on the edge, then pulled out again. This time he sat on the closed toilet lid and pulled me onto his lap, facing away from him. I sank down onto his cock slowly, gasping at the depth.

“Ride it,” he ordered, hands gripping my hips. “Bounce that pretty ass on Daddy’s dick.”

I did, rolling my hips, grinding, then lifting and dropping faster. His hands guided me at first, then moved up to squeeze my breasts, tugging my nipples. The sounds we made were raw, my whimpers, his low grunts, the wet squelch of my pussy taking him over and over. He slapped my ass in rhythm with my bounces, praising me in that filthy, low voice the whole time.

“Fuck, just like that. You’re creaming all over me, baby. Such a messy little thing. Look at you working that dick like you were born for it.”

I turned around on him after a while, facing him now, my arms wrapped around his neck as I rode him harder. We kissed messily, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. His hands were everywhere, gripping my ass, pulling my hair, lightly choking my throat as I ground my clit against him. Another orgasm built fast and intense. My walls fluttered and clenched.

“I’m gonna... shit, I’m cumming again,” I cried out, burying my face in his neck as the pleasure slammed through me. My whole body shook, juices coating his cock and thighs.

He didn’t let me rest. He stood up with me still impaled on him, pressed my back against the cool wall, and started thrusting up into me like a beast unleashed. Deep, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce and my moans turn into broken sobs of overwhelming sensation. One hand around my throat again, the other under my ass, holding me open for him.

“That’s my good little cock slut,” he growled, pounding relentlessly. “Taking everything I give you. Gonna fill this pussy up soon, paint your walls white.”

We were both sweating, breathing hard, bodies slapping together. He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, kissing my neck, then picked up again... faster, rougher. Hair pulling, ass smacking, dirty whispers about how he was going to ruin me, how I was his fucktoy now.

He bent me over the sink one more time, fucking me from behind with long, savage strokes, one hand fisted in my hair, the other rubbing my oversensitive clit. I was shaking, on the verge of another peak, when...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A loud, angry knock rattled the door. “Hey! What the hell is going on in there? I gotta piss bad! Open the fucking door!”

My eyes flew wide open, panic flooding my chest. My pussy clenched hard around him at the same moment, the thrill of getting caught twisting the fear into something electric and filthy. My heart raced wildly. Anyone could be out there. They might have heard my moans, the wet sounds of him destroying my pussy.

He didn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts grew harder, deeper, more possessive. One hand clamped firmly over my mouth, muffling my cries, while the other dug into my hip, holding me in place as he kept railing me like an animal.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered hot and dark against my ear, never breaking rhythm.

“Let them wait. Daddy’s not done wrecking this sweet pussy yet.”

The knocking came again, louder and more impatient. My body betrayed me, excitement spiking higher as he kept fucking me relentlessly toward the edge, the risk making everything ten times more intense.