Emma is a beautiful twenty-nine year old woman who recently went through the worst year of her life. She has brown hair, big blue eyes, and a tight body with voluptuous curves. She married her high school sweetheart too young for her own good. He was the only man she had ever been with and was a sincere, caring, handsome husband until the end. Almost two years after getting married, they started fighting nearly every night. The spark of love and romance that had once held their relationship together had been replaced with a deep annoyance and hatred for one another. A messy divorce only escalated that hatred until Emma finally said her last goodbye to her only lover.
To help ease the pain, her two best friends, Jess and Marissa, planned a vacation for the three of them to go to Florida. Jess is happily married with two kids and a loving husband that is well liked by all of their friends. She is Asian with black hair and a very slim, petite figure. Marissa was recently single after a string of unsuccessful stints on various dating apps. Marissa was always bouncing around from boy to boy and had no trouble attracting them with her seductive eyes and large breasts that were accentuated by her tiny waist and flat stomach.
Despite their different personal situations, both Jess and Marissa were determined to use this trip as a way for Emma to forget about her shitty ex-husband. The three of them had just gotten off the plane and were on the way to their luxurious hotel. Emma still wasn’t her bubbly self and not saying much on the drive.
“Emma if you don’t start smiling a little, I’m going to smack one into you,” Marissa joked, leaning across Jess who was in the middle,“ we’re here to have fun!”
Emma sighed but gave a soft smile. “I just can’t stop thinking about Brad and the way it all went down.”
“If I hear Brad’s name again on this trip, I will also smack you,” Marissa joked again, a bit more serious this time. “And it’s about time you got laid, how long has it been?”
Through all the fighting and long divorce, it had been almost nine months since Emma had sex with Brad. Their sex life had always been relatively vanilla, but she had no issues with it.
“Probably five months,” she lied.
“That’s five months too long,” Jess jumped in. “It’s a good thing that Marissa and I packed our sluttiest outfits for you to wear.” She smiled glancing at Marissa who winked at Emma.
Emma sighed again at their antics, unsure if they were being serious. They finally arrived at the hotel and checked into their seventh floor room which overlooked the pool. As soon as they got into the room, Jess and Marissa announced that the first night’s activity would be a night at the most exclusive club in town.
“How do you expect us to get into there?” Emma exclaimed nervously. The last time she’d been to a club must’ve been at least five years ago.
“Trust me girl, you’ll have no trouble getting in with what you’ll be wearing,” Marissa said as she and Jess exchanged smirks again. Marissa then pulled out a tiny, white dress and a pair of black heels.
“Absolutely not!” Emma laughed. “That thing would barely cover my ass!”
“That’s the point!” they yelled in unison. “Just try it on,” they begged.
“I’m not trying that on; do you know how foolish I’d look wearing that?”
“Just for us then? You can take it off before we go out,” Marissa urged, “just try it.”
Emma begrudgingly stripped down and slipped into the dress. She squeezed into it, pulling the spaghetti straps over her shoulder before wiggling the bottom of it over her pink panties. As she predicted, the dress barely fit. She looked into the mirror and gasped, her cleavage was barely covered and you could almost see the bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out of the dress. She had to admit though, that she looked amazing. She looked over at Marissa and Jess who were both smiling at her reaction.
“You are going to get fucked by a young sexy stud tonight,” Marissa said aggressively. “They won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”
Emma kept staring at herself in the mirror before finally agreeing to wear the dress out to the club that night. Jess and Marissa cheered before slipping into their outfits. Marissa wore a tiny grey skirt with a black crop top that ended right under her breasts. Jess wore a more conservative red dress, something similar to what Emma was planning to wear. As the three of them walked through the lobby to get a cab, Emma could already feel the eyes of men ogling her. She was timid at first but slowly began to enjoy the attention she was getting. Maybe it was time for her to forget about Brad.
The Club:
As Marissa and Jess predicted, they had no trouble getting into the club. The three girls walked into the club and immediately were brought back to their early twenties when they used to spend the weekends dancing their youth away. They didn’t miss a beat, jumping onto the dance floor to the loud techno music that made their hearts race. Emma had to be careful with the way she moved so that her dress wouldn’t slip in the wrong spot. She was again timid to start, but slowly became more comfortable swaying her hips and screaming each song with Jess and Marissa. At one point, Marissa and a burly man in his mid twenties danced together. Marissa grinned at him as she pressed her skirt against him and reach up to gently stroke his beard. His hands were all over her body, exploring every inch of her. Marissa pulled him in for a deep kiss before pushing him away saying that she needed a break. Emma had essentially stopped dancing to stare at this interaction. She bit her lip as the two of them went at it before finally snapping out of it as Marissa grabbed her hand.
“Why don’t you stop staring and find some stud of your own,” Marissa teased. “Cmon let’s go find you a man.”
Emma groaned but followed her to a new area. This new room was dimly lit and the music was slightly slower. There was a seductive feeling about the room which was filled with about seventy-five percent men. Emma and Marissa were immediately stared at by a number of them who seemed not to care that they were basically undressing each of them with their eyes. Emma blushed as she looked around. It seemed as if the only requirement for this room was to be a muscular, tall, and handsome twenty-four year old stud. Every single man in the room looked like they were straight out of a Calvin Klein photo shoot.
Emma and Marissa edged their way to the dance floor. Emma could barely breathe as she started awkwardly moving her hips. She could barely breathe as she tried not to trip over her own feet. Marissa could tell she was overthinking so she moved close to Emma and started dancing close to her. Marissa grabbed Emma’s hands and spun her around before seductively guiding her hips back and forth. Emma looked up at her but smiled and pushed her body against Marissa’s. She laughed as Marissa felt up the rest of her body and massaged her breasts. Emma reached back and grabbed Marissa’s neck as she push her ass into her. She was finally relaxing.
It didn’t take long for a 6’5” towering man to approach them. He was wearing tight blue pants and a black shirt that showed off his massive chest and arms. His confidence oozed out of him as he grabbed Emma’s hand and pulled her away from Marissa.
He pulled her in close and whispered into Emma’s ear, “I want you to dance with me.” He playfully spun her around before catching her with his strong hands. “Can you do that for me?”
Emma was starstruck. She didn’t know what to say. “I’m all yours,” is all she could manage as she danced against him.
He smiled and pressed his hand against her ass. His other hand guided her mouth into a gentle but sensual kiss. The next thirty minutes was a whirlwind for Emma. Her body took over as she danced more and more sexually with her new man. He guided her body where he wanted and she was happy to please him.
“I fucking need you,” Emma whispered into his ear after they broke off from another kiss.
He needed no more encouragement. He grabbed her hand and started leading her off the dance floor towards the elevators. Emma glanced at Marissa who had found her own man. Marissa grinned eagerly and licked her lips as she motioned Emma to follow her sexy stranger.
Emma paused for a moment before her urges took over and she practically ran after him. He wasted no time in the elevator, picking her up and pressing her against the wall. Emma gasped and responded by aggressively kissing him back, her tongue exploring his.
“I realize I never got your name,” she said, slightly embarrassed.
“I’m James,” he grinned at her, “I’m excited to hear you scream it out tonight.”
Emma blushed again before regaining her composure. “Most men don’t last long enough with me for that to happen,” she egged him on, “I’m Emma.”
“Well, Emma, we’ll see about that.” He picked her up as they exited the elevator and carried her down the hallway. She shrieked and laughed as he threw her over his shoulder and opened the door to his room. Two other men in the hallway stared in jealousy as he slammed the door and threw her onto the bed.
Emma kicked off her heels and moaned into James’ mouth as he kissed her. James pulled off his shirt revealing the impressive body that Emma had been dreaming about on the dance floor. She bit her lip as James kissed her neck and felt her breasts. Emma was dripping in excitement, arching her back as he gently pinched her nipple. She reached down and gasped as she felt his rock hard cock. It was so much bigger than she was used to with her ex-husband. She needed to taste it.
She quickly yanked off his pants and whipped out his bulge and held it in her hands, staring at the size of it.
“Oh my …” she whispered before glancing up at him with her big blue innocent eyes.
“Where’d all that cockiness go?” James teased, grabbing the back of her head.
Emma just smiled before engulfing his throbbing cock into her mouth. She started slowly before forcing it deeper and deeper down her throat. She nearly choked, pausing to gasp for air as drool spilled from her mouth. Emma could feel him grow inside her mouth as she spun her tongue around it. Her right hand rubbed his rock hard abs while her left massaged his balls. James groaned gently, then more aggressively as he pushed her head up and down faster. Emma could feel him tensing up just before he pulled her off and threw her onto her back.
He nearly tore her dress and panties off before caressing his cock against her awaiting slit. He rubbed it against her clit, feeling her pulse in pleasure.
“I need you to fuck me, James. This pussy is yours,” she moaned loudly begging him to finally put it in.
He waited an entire minute, teasing her, before finally pushing into her. Emma nearly screamed as she grabbed the sheets with both hands. It had been so long since she’d fucked anyone, much less a cock like this. She groaned as he eased his cock back and forth, her tight pussy lips gripping his shaft. Emma’s whole body shuddered as he pushed all the way in. It took a few strokes before she got used to his size. She grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss begging for more.
“That’s it baby, fuck me, fuck me, yes that’s it,” she moaned into his mouth.
He slowly took his cock out and spun her around. He gripped her juicy breasts from behind as he entered her again. Emma moaned again as he got more aggressive fucking her from behind. She screamed in pleasure and came for the first time. She could barely keep up with this stud. It was all she could do to not push him off before she recovered. He continued to fuck her, yelling her name loudly and calling her his slut.
This nearly made her cum again, but James pulled out right before she could. He spun her around one more time, picking her up and placing her on top of his huge cock that stood directly upright. Emma moaned as she slowly glided onto him and began bouncing up and down. She put her hands in her hair as James helped her bounce with his hands guiding her hips. Emma then leaned forward so that her tits bounced directly in front of his face.
James moaned loudly and slammed into her from below. They both pushed against each other so close to climaxing.
Emma came first, “OHHHH fuuuck, James, YES, YES, YES,” she moaned as she dripped onto his quivering cock.
This set off James who exploded into her, groaning in ecstasy and pulling her body in tight to his. He pumped a few more times before finally pulling her off. Emma collapsed on top of him, exhausted. She smiled at him before giving him one more kiss and falling off of him onto the bed.
“We’re going to have to do that more often, old lady,” he teased her.
Emma laughed still breathing deeply, “I bet you don’t get that from the girls your age,” she teased back.
“They haven’t learned to be a true slut like that, trust me,” he laughed pulling his clothes back on and tossing Emma her dress.
“Well you know where to come whenever you need it,” Emma offered still, gasping for air as she pulled on her clothes.
When she finally left, she leaned against the hallway as she waited for the elevator. She couldn’t believe what she just did. And how much fun she had while doing it. Marissa and Jess were right, maybe she did need to let loose more often.
