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In September I had a really bad situation with a boyfriend that was bad with commitment. One day while he was showing me a car video on his phone, a WhatsApp sext popped up in his notifications. He swiped it away quickly and I pretended not to have noticed.

That evening I got on some dating applications and received a message from a guy that wanted to add me to the guestlist for a trendy club that he worked at. I hadn’t yet been so I decided to accept it. I showed up to the club and we had a talk during his break. He was a very handsome German dude, tall and muscular, and I definitely wanted to fuck him. Unfortunately he had to return to work at the bar.

I was exploring the many dance floors and dark rooms of the club when I was approached by a well dressed man from Cameroon. He told me he had to come up to talk to me because I looked so different to the rest of the crowd in the club that night, that there was something special about me. I rolled my eyes.

I’m bored, and decide to entertain him. He buys my drinks and we dance and socialize with other groups. We take some drugs and are having a nice time. Honestly I still wasn’t planning to fuck him, but then the molly hit. I take it once every few months, and whenever it kicks in there is a feeling of pure ecstasy, and my heart rate increases a bit, and I almost feel as though the pulse in my pussy is stronger than it has ever been. Whenever I’m on molly I feel like I could rub myself against anything, for hours possibly. I become desperate to please, desperate to be touched, desperate for a fucked up time.

Up to this point I had avoided his advances, but now leaned into him to be kissed. His lips were great for kissing, and when his tongue traces over my lips it was almost like I could feel it in other places. We found ourselves making out in a little dark booth, overlooking the bar my other guy was working at. I began to remove some of his clothes, my clothes. My hands travel all over him until I stop on his pants, feeling how hard he is. I rub it with my hands and give it a lick, over the pants.

He tells me he wants to fuck me and I say yes, let’s go to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom stall we’re making out furiously, and he unzips his pants and takes his cock out. It’s bigger than I was expecting, and I hold it up to my face and eagerly tease him with my tongue up and down before starting to suck. After a few minutes I can tell he’s gonna cum. I turn around and bend over so he can fuck me, and tell him to put the condom on. He doesn’t have one.

We leave the bathrooms in search of a condom and in the process run into the German guy that invited me. I keep a friendly distance to the guy from Cameroon in front of the German guy, because I don’t want to ruin my shot with the other guy. The bartender asks how I’m enjoying the club, and I say I’m having a good time. He says he’s glad to hear it, and that he sees I’ve made a new friend very quickly. He laughs and walks away. Fuck.

We eventually discover a condom and go back to the bathroom stall. At this point I’m dripping from how wet I am and he fingers me. He says feeling how horny I am really turns him on. He turns me over and pushes his head inside, slowly. I scream out a bit because of how big it is but it gets lost in the sounds of the club. He fits himself all the way inside and begins to pump faster. He’s then holding my arms back as leverage and fucking me with a really brutal force while I can’t contain my moans. At some point we film and take pictures. He tells me to repeat that I’m a dirty girl, to scream it while he fucks me. The people in the bathroom can definitely hear it, because I hear them. At one point some guys are cheering for us and banging on the stalls. He cums all over my face, moaning loudly as he gives me his load, which is exactly how I like it. We exchange contacts, he promises to take me back to Africa with him to meet his family, and I head home.

The next day I took a look at the video we took, which at the time I wondered would be hot but unfortunately wasn’t because I looked way too drugged out. I then went to my on-and-off again boyfriend. He asked how my night went and I told him I ended up at the club. He asks how the dick was at the club, as a joke, and I said it was actually quite nice. He wasn’t expecting that, began to cry, so I left him and headed home.

NSFW: yes

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