Hemming her hair extensions back with a single arm flick, Chardonnay Taylor dropped to her knees. She’d been pre-drinking with her oldest friend Bella for three hours prior to arriving at Atlantis (the only nightclub in town that had a twenty-four-hour license) and was finally beginning to feel the effects from the fluorescent alcopops, cheap spirits and even cheaper joints they’d been demolishing. The only thing that made her hornier than smoking was drinking, and with a cock inches in front of her face, she was glad to have decided against wearing knickers, feeling herself moistening, eagerly. Biting her lip with an excited grin at the veiny, circumcised, black cock in front of her, she grabbed it, kissing its head with small lipsticked pecks, all the while salivating, before gradually, and carefully, taking half of it in her mouth. It was a tight fit; so tight that it made her eyes water, and her butthole pucker. The bouncer grunted with pleasure, closing his eyes, and leaning back on the rail of customers’ coats for extra support.
“That’s right, girl,” he said, with a loose cockney accent, “take it all. Go on— there’s a good girl.”
Chardonnay didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping his dark cock with her pale hands, she handled it, vigorously. The taste of piss made her feel sluttier than anything else, sucking his urethra carefully for every last drop. The bouncer thrust himself into her narrow teen jaw, both of them working in separate rhythms until finally, he was fucking her face. She felt the sides of her mouth bulge painfully under the strain of his erect penis, touching her bare pussy under her eye-wateringly short skirt as the stranger used her mouth selfishly, like a sticky, ready and available vagina. Without warning he abruptly shuddered, grabbing her hair into a rough ponytail, holding her still as he orgasmed, filling her mouth. His load was so thick, heavy and sticky, that it trailed out between her gapped teeth, blotting the ragged carpet. Slowly, he retrieved his member and zipped himself up while Chardonnay played with herself, teasing her hairless fanny with slow circular motions on her clit. She was so close to cumming; she probably would have if he’d fucked her, but she didn’t want to push her luck. Forgetting her ID at home (which was fake in any case, anyway) and having to suck off the bouncer to get into Atlantis was a good treat for her. Besides, the place was bursting at the seams with cock, and she was guaranteed at least one more cumload in one of her holes. Adjusting her skimpy skirt in the shadow of a large fur coat, she blew a kiss at the bouncer, his face wide with a satisfied smile.
“Go on, you cheeky so-and-so. Just remember not to forget your ID next time. Or, not.”
Chardonnay winked at him as she walked by, slapping his arse in the process.
“I’m just so forgetful,” she said flirtatiously. “I’ll try though.”
Stepping out from the confines of the cloakroom, Chardonnay sashed past a long, confused-looking queue, out towards the dance floor. Atlantis was already heaving— typical laddy types, head-to-toe in outfits dragged straight from a River Island lookbook, complete with gelled hair, pointed loafers and awful dance moves. Girls in their dozens in dangerously pointed stilettos, crowded around knock-off handbags, gyrating their size-six hips, giving leering onlookers more than their wives at home did: flashes of their thongs, french knickers and even bare pussies, as they dropped themselves low to the blasting music. Chardonnay didn’t know where Bella was— they’d been separated at the door when she’d realised she’d left her ID at home. Yet, although she loved Bella to bits, she quite liked the freedom of being on the dance floor herself, especially when it was a Drum and Bass night like that one. She wanted nothing more than to put the engagement behind her, and have a night for herself, and for her pussy.
Forcing herself through a swathe of rowdy men jumping up and down in a drunken frenzy, she leaned in towards the bar to order a drink. Waiting for the occupied bartender, she, lifted her butt slightly, exposing her bare cheeks. Chardonnay knew what most guys in the club were like, and with any luck, some brazen, stray hand would make its way towards her exposed hindquarters and grope her. Before she could even open her mouth to order her Jack Daniels and Coke, a hand, sure enough, was gripping her bare-arse cheek. It was a rough hand, but Chardonnay didn’t mind, feeling especially sluttier with the sensation of the bump of a cold wedding band nestling into her rump. The hand squeezed and handled her flesh as her nipples hardened, instinctively prompting her to part her legs, gesturing that she wanted more. The hand released her and vanished. Smiling to herself with a hint of frustration, she made her way back to the dance floor, settling for a spot near the DJ, elevated on his podium. Downing her drink in one, Chardonnay waved her arms in the air, moving to the euphoria of the track blaring from the PA system around the dense, dark space. She was sweating; her forehead dewed with the warm, stale air of the club, her armpits glistening with beads of muggy moisture, but she didn’t care. The world around her blurred into a technicolour dream of happiness and perfection, and as she closed her eyes, she felt serene, revered and pure. That’s when she felt her boobs being grabbed. She opened her eyes instantly. Sure enough, it was Bella.
“Where’ve you been babe?” Bella yelled excitedly, running her hands down her best friend’s waist, guiding her in an improvised dance. “You cop off with that bouncer then? He’s so lush, he is.”
Guiding Bella’s hand from her waist, down to the hairless, sweaty mound between her legs, Chardonnay parked her friend’s palm on her clammy pussy.
“Have a feel of that, Bells. He had me dripping, babe. Stretched my jaw, something proper.” Bella rubbed her friend’s vagina on the dancefloor as if needing to check in more detail. A trio of girls passing, gawping, all wearing identical outfits cheered on the two, clocking what they were up to.
“Oh my God! You—are—soaked Chards,” Bella said, turning away from her, aiming her large backside towards her friend’s crotch.
Without hesitation, Bella reversed her butt into Chardonnay and began grinding on her, her two large cheeks rubbing against her best friend’s half-exposed vulva. Chardonnay felt herself instantly getting turned on, running her hands over Bella’s curvaceous, hourglass figure, handling her small, tender breasts, and nimble stomach, settling on her big peachy thighs. Bella wound her body low into a three-point stance, exposing her complete butt in the process; a neon pink thong wedged between her hungry cheeks. Chardonnay couldn’t resist, and succumbing to her own soaked pussy, and erect nipples, slid a finger inside her friend’s. She held it in place for a few seconds, rubbing, angularly against her g-spot, before removing it and sliding it inside her mouth. Bella stood up, and the two locking eyes, pulled in one another for a kiss, as a fleet of balloons was released from the heights of the club, down onto the drunken, pilled-up revellers, cheering and whooping around the two in their intense embrace. Their tongues lapped over each other, sticky saliva tainted and flavoured with pussy juices, wholesale alcohol and stale tobacco. Bella’s neck strained, as the two moaned with the tussle, Chardonnay planting kisses, toothy and passionate down her friend’s slender neck. She wanted more and more. Where better than in this perfect moment? That’s when she felt it.
Prodding her from behind, something pointed began jabbing her in the cleft of her buttocks. Although flinching at first, Chardonnay knew exactly what it was, and squealed to herself with arousal. Turning around, she saw a short, middle-aged man, clutching a plastic cup filled with a clear liquid she assumed to be vodka. Even in the low light, she could see that his unsymmetrical, oblong face was as red as a lobster, his greying hair looming over a pair of shaggy eyebrows and dilated eyes. He grinned at her, before slapping her arse. Chardonnay bit her lip, obliging, before grinding herself on the crotch of his jeans. Bella pulled her friend closer to her neck.
“Babe— I’m so wet! Finish me off? Please. I’m gagging, babe. Paul hasn’t fucked me in a fortnight. A fortnight! Woooop!”
Chardonnay reached up Bella’s skirt, as she cackled, Bella’s hands high in the air, her friend handling her damp, sticky gusset, while the song in the club merged into a faster, futuristic number. True enough her best friend was ready and ripe for a thick cock, but sliding three fingers inside her with zero resistance, knew that her needy fanny would settle for the stimulation of familiar fingers.
As Chardonnay began working Bellas’s juicy hole, her gusset pulled to the side, and the guy from behind her, began reaching beneath her skirt. She squirmed at first, feeling his thumb rubbing her arsehole, but parting her legs slightly, closed her eyes, letting the stranger manhandle her vagina. Chardonnay was in ecstasy; fingering her best friend, while being fingered by a complete stranger. It was bliss. She gazed around the hazy club, her eyes rolling within smooth waves of pleasure. Over in the far corner, near the toilets, she saw an impossibly tall blonde girl, rise to her feet, wiping what looked like the familiar white gloss of a cumshot away from her mouth. In the distance, over by the fire exits, a guy and a girl were necking passionately, her skimpy, sequinned dress raised up against her stomach as he fingered her violently. True to Atlantis, everyone was getting some.
Backing into the short stranger some more, Chardonnay worked her hips on his erect cock, and before she knew it, something thick and hard was inside her. She grabbed onto Bella for dear life as her pussy accepted the stranger’s cock, fingering Bella harder and harder, until finally, she felt her oldest friend release a jet of warm liquid over her fingers, gushing down onto the already soaking dance floor. Three more jets of squirt doused her palm, as the man from behind picked his pace up, fucking her covertly, revellers around her dancing and jeering to the DJ as he hyped the crowd, his emphatic voice booming, rising and falling. Nails digging into her friend’s thigh, Chardonnay felt another warm, familiar sensation. Shooting deep into her cervix, the stranger’s cock released a jet of semen, her whole body going limp as she finally orgasmed, her legs shaking as she was pulled sharply back into the clutches of the stranger. She panted to herself, embracing Bella as she felt his cock leave her pussy, flopping out of their sticky embrace. Finally, she’d got the orgasm and the creampie that her body needed, craved and deserved. Chardonnay turned to thank him, but as quick as he came, he was gone, lost to the crowd, who in turn were lost in their own worlds of mind-altering substances along mind-altering music. Bella turned to her friend, before looking down at her legs.
“Is that what I think it is?” Bella asked with a wide wry smile, gazing at the creampie, cascading down her friend’s fake-tanned leg, trailing from her crotch.
“You tell me, babe,” Chardonnay replied, sleepy with satisfaction, pulling her friend in for a snog, as they played with each other, Bella furiously, yet tenderly masturbating with her friend’s tight, cum-soaked pussy, as the night went on, breakbeat after breakbeat on the slippery dance floor.
