Nightclub Cum Slut

After splitting with my first boyfriend I went through a period of time I call my slut phase. I explored my sexuality in a massive way and did as much cock ass and pussy as I could. I thought that after I had been in a few relationships that my slut phase was over. I still had the odd one night stand when I was single but nothing as wild as in the past. Then I had a relapse and hit a second, much shorter slut phase.

Ever since my first boyfriend introduced me to the pleasure of wearing lingerie, I had worn it as often as possible. Most times it was just panties, stockings or pantyhose, worn under my day to day clothes. In private though, I had a collection of lingerie from bra and panties to baby dolls, Basques, body suits and negligees. I loved peep hole and crotch less lingerie and anything satin or silk just made me horny. Knowing how guys love stockings and suspenders I had a vast array of nylons, fishnet and my latest fetish for leggings.

When I broke up with a guy who asked me to marry him before cheating on me with two other guys, I was heartbroken and went on a sexual rampage. I sucked, fucked, licked and fingered with anyone who wanted me. That was how I ended up in a gay bar that was notorious for cruising, fully cross dressed and looking for cock.

During the day I had gone through my usual routine to get ready for sex. Then bathed, shaved, lubed and plugged, I went through a bottle of whiskey and then my lingerie drawers and wardrobe. The alcohol made me think it would be a great idea to go out fully dressed. It was something I had thought about but never done and seeing that I was horny, I chose as slutty an outfit as possible. First I picked out my red lace bra and thong, then pulling out my butt plug I was ready to dress. Once I had my underwear on I picked out the tightest leggings I could find, squeezed into them and added my knee length PVC boots. I just needed a top and the right one was a see through, sheer red blouse. All that was missing was my makeup. An ex girlfriend had taught me to do make up without looking like a mess. On went the slut red lipstick, mascara and blusher. I turned to my mirror and looked at myself, I was looking good. I put on my blonde wig and grabbed a handbag with supplies, lube, condoms, spare panties and a purse. Then in an alcohol fuelled state I called a taxi and headed off to the club.

As soon as I got out of the taxi I noticed the doormen. One of them was a huge white, ape of a man. His name was Brian and a week before he had used me as his personal cum dump. I may not have liked him much but he was a great fucker. He liked it rough, hard and fast and my ass loved every minute. His stamina was amazing, breeding me twice in my ass and giving me a third load in my mouth. The downside was that he thought he owned me now.

Passing Brian to enter the club he slapped my ass hard and gave me a sly grin. I hurried past to head straight onto the dance floor. It was full of horny guys looking for sex and I wondered what it would be like to strip off and take on all comers there and then in the middle of the dance floor.

With an erection straining against my leggings I started to get some male attention. A couple of guys had propositioned me before I left the floor to go to the bathroom with a mature guy dressed entirely in denim. He was my height and slightly podgy but still attractive, His black hair showed no signs of grey and coupled with his moustache he had a sexy look about him. We walked straight into a free cubicle and I sat down while he unzipped his jeans and pulled out a chubby, uncut cock. I gripped his semi hard prick and started to rub, spitting on my hand for lube. I gripped hard and jerked him off. He unfastened a couple of buttons and started to pinch one of his nipples. I leant forward and pulled his foreskin fully back before lick all over the tip of his cock. He bit his lip and I gripped his cock harder, running my tongue over hiss pee slit. That was enough and he started to cum, I pushed my lips over his cock to swallow, there wasn't a lot of spunk but it was hot and thick and my first load of the night.

We left the bathroom and went our separate ways. I went straight back to the dance floor. It was about half an hour and a few shots of whiskey before I got some new admirers. Two guys who looked to be about the same age as me, started to sandwich me and ground up against me. I was already turned on and this was driving me crazy. I hoped I had gotten into a threesome maybe even a chance of two cocks in my ass at the same time, but it ended up being a double blow job in the back of a van. It was cramped and the two guys were impatient but eventually I was rewarded, both cocks in my mouth at the same time and two large loads of spunk.

On the way back into the club Brian stopped me and squeezed my arse, my cock was already wet with precum from three hook ups. He leant forward and whispered to me.

"Are you trying to fill up on spunk tonight? because I could help."

I smiled and kissed his cheek before going back inside and hitting the bar. Once I had some vodka inside me I was back on the prowl, dancing as sexily as I could to attract more cock. A few guys danced with me but my favourite was a young guy who walked up behind me and started grinding up against me, I could feel a nice size cock pressing against my ass as we dirty danced, dry humping through the song. He gripped me round the waist pulled me tight and whispered in my ear.

"Do you want to go somewhere quiet?"

I reached back grabbed his hard cock through his pants and squeezed. He let go of me and I grabbed his hand and led him out of the club. As we left Brian the doorman was not outside, I felt glad and hurried my twink round to the back of the club. There was an alley at the back and although there were cameras, it was used by the guys for quickies. As soon as we were in the alley I could see a couple of guys at the end. An older guy was fucking another daddy, pressing him against the wall and screwing his ass. I wanted to go over and join in but I had my own hook up.

I turned with my back to the wall, knelt down, unzipped and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. His young, hot cock sprang up immediately, not huge or thick but nice anyway and I slid my greedy mouth over his erection. He put his hands on my shoulders as I slowly slid up and down, lubricating his prick with my saliva and making him moan. One of my hands gripped his balls and tugged gently down while squeezing, my other hand gripped the base of his shaft and jerked him off while I licked the tip of his hot cock. The guy was muttering 'oh fuck' over and over. Despite his bravado on the dance floor I didn't think he was very experienced with sex. I sped up my hand job and sucked the mushroom shaped head of his cock, he wouldn't last long and we both knew it.

I moved my hand from his balls to his taint, managing to rub his sweet spot, he loved it. His moans got louder and joined with the two daddies who were still fucking. I let go of his cock and pushed my lips over his stiff pole, His precum was oozing into my mouth and it tasted great. I couldn't wait to taste his cum. I deep throated his dick without gagging and tightened my lips around his cock. I managed to get his whole dick inside me once more before he gripped my shoulders hard, digging his fingers in and shooting his cum into my mouth. I pulled back quickly until only the tip was inside and his spunk coated my tongue, warm, thick and salty. To complete the slut experience I pulled my head back, looked up and opened my mouth to show him his load, and then quickly I closed my mouth and swallowed it.

He looked shaken and was panting, quickly pulling his pants up. He must've cum hard or perhaps it was his first blow job. He looked down at me.

"Oh fuck that was amazing."

I smiled, licked my lips and stood up to face him. Quickly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty pound note to pass to me. I must've looked pissed off because he asked me if it was not enough. At that point I should've shoved his money back at him but something about being a paid whore turned me on.

"For fifty quid you can fuck me."

He looked embarrassed and stammered a little before turning me down but asking for my phone number. There was hope after all. I watched as he left the alley quickly and then bent down to pick my handbag up. I managed to get to the corner of the alley and then walked straight into Brian. He had a vile look on his face, a cross between a smile and a sneer.

"Where do you think you're going bitch. Management doesn't like rent boys on the premises, but with the right incentive I could forget what I saw."

The bastard had seen what had happened. There was only one way out now and sure enough ten minutes later the club was closed and we were in his car. Brian was driving to the nearest dogging spot, at 2am it was so quiet that he could've parked on the street. As he drove I turned in my seat, took off my seatbelt and bent over Brian to free his cock, quickly sucking his thick rod. It was risky and we would be in trouble if caught but neither of us cared. I was bobbing my head up and down his fuck pole which was going to wind up in my ass. He was moaning and swearing as I deep throated him, making him drive faster.

By the time we got to the car park, Brian was rampant. His seat belt flew off and he grabbed my head hard forcing it up and down, and making me take his whole cock deep. I knew my place after our first hook up, I was his bitch to do with as he pleased. He let go of my head and told me to get out and get on the back seat. I obeyed and as soon as I was on my stomach on the back seat he pulled my boots off and my leggings and thong down around my ankles. I heard him drop his pants and then rummage in my bag for the lube which he quickly squirted between my cheeks onto my waiting fuck hole. Then a rough finger slipped up my ass knuckle deep and proceeded to fuck me while he rubbed his cock. I knew his other hand was smearing lube over his prick; he was impatient and wanted to use me as his cheap whore.

A minute of my ass being fingered had me almost Cumming, his fingers were thick and chubby and felt nice inside me. When he pulled them out his hands instantly gripped my hips, pulling me backwards so my legs rested on the footwell and my ass was sticking up in the air for easy access. He pushed his fat cock inside me in one thrust, once the tip popped in, the rest was easy and he was balls deep in my rectum quickly. As soon as his balls nestled against me he began to fuck me, screwing me hard and fast so his balls slapped against me loudly. He was pulling me back by my hips to meet his thrusts, ramming his fucking dick straight into my anus as hard as possible and then sliding back out. As his cock slid out I tensed my ass and gripped his prick tight, that only made him ram me harder. Brian was like a bull, he was hammering my fuck hole, enjoying himself with my ass. I was making noises like a world class porn star, screaming and begging him to fuck me harder.

I felt Brian's hands move to my shoulders, his full weight lent over me as his hips rammed every inch he could get of his cock inside me. I loved it. I was his bitch and he was going to breed me like a slut deserves. When I felt his hands on my neck though, I panicked. He squeezed tightly as he powered away, I felt dizzy really quickly and tried to move, his body was holding me in place and my ankles were trapped by my leggings and thong. Suddenly, Brian's cock thickened, and he bred me, shooting sperm inside my abused ass. As he seeded me deep he let go of my neck, without warning I felt my cock start to pump my spunk out onto his seat, it was an amazing feeling, like getting high. I put my head down and yelled into his seat.

Brian pulled his cock out of my ass with a pop, pulled me by my hips out of the car, dragging me along the seat and through my own cum. I tried to stand up but feeling a little dizzy and tripping on my leggings, I ended up on my knees.

"Yeah, that's the position, clean my fucking cock."

Brian shoved his cock towards my face and I opened my mouth sucking him clean of his cum. He pulled his cock back, wiped it over my face and then pulled his pants up. I stood up shakily and tried to tidy myself up, I managed to pull my thong and leggings up but my ass was full of cum and my own spunk was spread over my blouse. Brian looked at me and laughed then we both got back in the car. He pulled out a couple of cigarettes and we sat, relaxing and smoking.

"You should come and stay with me for a couple of days. It'd be a lot of fun and you could bring all your girly clothes and dress nice for me. In return I'd fuck you senseless and maybe teach you some new tricks."

In a post orgasmic state I promised I would think it over and strangely enough I actually meant it. Brian drove me home and reminded me to think about his offer. I made it through the door and onto my sofa before feeling my body give in and falling asleep. I woke up the next day feeling rough from a hangover and a good fucking. My ass was a little sore and my knees hurt. It was time for coffee, a warm bath and to get my favourite satin, pink negligee on and relax on the couch again. I stripped off in my living room leaving a pile of clothes on the floor and walked to the door to head to my bathroom. As I left the living room my phone started ringing. I ran back and answered,

"Hi, its Max from the club last night. I was wondering if I could hire you to entertain my friend on his birthday next month. He's a little shy and doesn't want a fuss so we have all clubbed together to pay for a hotel room and some company."

I had to give the lad credit he had been tactful and avoided calling me a hooker. He had got the wrong idea and I would normally fuck his friend for free but if I could get paid it would sweeten the deal.

"Ok, on two conditions. Firstly I expect payment up front and secondly I would expect you to sample the goods first at no extra cost."

Max was quiet for a moment.

"The thing is I'm not gay but I wanted to see what it felt like. It was amazing, but I don't want to fuck you."

I was a little disappointed but I was still going to get laid. Max agreed to my terms. All the arrangements were made and I put the phone down. I was now horny and looking forward to my first real job as a hooker. This was definitely going to be fun.