I downed my shot of vodka. The club was alive with thumping music, laser lights and flickering strobe.
“Want to dance, Nicole?” he asked.
I stared at him: out of all the guys I’ve accompanied as a London escort, he was by far the most handsome.
“Of course,” I winked.
I started dancing, my big tits bouncing up and down. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist looking at them! I was wearing a short black skirt and thigh-high stockings. My tight, white shirt barely containing my large breasts as they bounced up and down. The truth was, I just wanted him in me. I wanted him to stretch me wide…
He moved behind me, placing his hands on my hips as he grinded me from behind. I could feel his bulge pressing again my ass. He moved his hands around my waist and moved them up slowly over my exposed stomach. A few seconds later he slipped both his hands under my shirt, cupping my big tits as we continued dancing on the crowded dance floor.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he whispered into my ear from behind.
I could smell the scent of his fragrance, it drove me wild.
“Not at all,” I responded as I felt him playing with my nipples while they became more erect between his fingers.
A few minutes later he removed his hands from my shirt. I could feel him lifting my skirt from behind. The music was getting louder, the bass thumping inside of me. I felt his hands on my ass as he grabbed the back of my tight thong and pulled it to one side. I knew what he was thinking… and I was more than willing to oblige.
I felt his hand between my legs. I was moist already, and he knew it.
The next moment I felt his cock pressing against my ass from behind. He must have unzipped his jeans. I parted my legs and reached down to pull my cheeks apart to make it easier for him to enter me. He inched his long cock into my tight, wet pussy. I felt his massive cock stretching me wide as he entered himself into me. He grabbed my hips hard and stared ramming me hard while we pretended to dance.
He continued fucking me, pounding me harder and faster with the music. A few minutes later I heard him grunting loudly as he erupted inside of me, filling my throbbing pussy with his hot cum. The feeling sent me over to the edge as I cried out loudly, convulsing and trembling as I exploded into an intense climatic orgasm. I almost collapsed on the floor. In all my years as a London escort I had never had such an intense orgasm.
A few seconds later he pulled his throbbing cock from my ravaged lips and pulled my skirt straight.
“Round two coming up,” he whispered in my ear.