The RIght Hand To Riches

Life is cruel! Life has been cruel to me since I lost my father in a car accident. It is still very cruel to me. How can Amanda do that to me? My so-called best friend. Sleeping with my ex-boyfriend, Charles, must be worth it. Not like I loved him deeply, but come on, what happened to the girlies' code and boundaries? I blame myself for it, my big mouth is always quick to download every tale, story, and issue about myself and Charles to her. I never cheated on him. I wish I did. He was such a bore. Gosh! How can a man choose to always stay indoors at all times? Ever want to go out for some fun? No memorable moments together. Yes, he was very draining. No enthusiasm. A part of me is happy I don't have to deal with him again. A part of me also hates them both passionately. I could never bring myself to do that to her. I felt betrayed and threw the last straw of trust I had for friendship away at that moment. It's a Friday, the perfect day for clubbing at Club Zero. I need to wear myself off with this disgusting feeling of those disloyal duos. I have to look the sluttest I can. Men are more attracted to what they see. I grabbed a slashed crop top and a tight red skirt which emboldened the full shape of my butt gripping the dear life out of it. My plump breasts are pushed up by the Victoria's Secret bra I bought last week, you will think it will fall off anytime soon. I had a mission. I wanted all eyes on me like I had something to prove. I wanted to have fun, lots of it. I stepped into the club and the music hit so hard from the speakers that my heart and legs danced along to the baseline. Tequila shots kept filling up as I gulped with no care in the world at the bar section. In the heat of the moment, I went into the crowd to dance away my sorrow. Noticed a man in a black vintage shirt narrowing his eyes on me. Not like I cared, I focused on the dance floor. Just as I was going for the next shot! “I don't think you should take more shots,” a deep voice enchanting close to my ear. His perfume commands a presence. Turned around, and it was this man in a black vintage shirt standing next to me. Dark hair, seems to be in the late 30s, more than 6 feet tall with a well-sculpted chest. He spends hours in the gym. The jawline is so sharp and strong. Mesmerizing eyes and a low faded beard. A beautiful model of a man “Why should I care about what you have to say?” I replied. “Who are you to dictate what I can and not do?” “I observed you. It has been about five shots, it's not wise to take more” I shoved him. Annoyed by his utterance and gut. “I am an adult, I can do what I want, Mr vintage shirt” He laughs, revealing his nicely laid dentals and gorgeous dimples. “McGregor is the name, and the vintage shirt cost 2 grande. You might want to place some respect on it, mam.” At this point, his arrogance is beginning to infuriate me. “Why should I care?” I reiterated. “You should because drinking so much at the club alone will make going back home difficult for you. All these guys looking at you like wild animals might take advantage of that” he said, leaning close to my ear. I mean, why does he care? How does he know I came here alone? “You didn't tell me your name,” he asked. I ignored. I don't like telling strangers my name. I will not lie either. “How do you know I came here alone?” I inquired. “The moment you entered the club, the only companion I saw was your boobs bouncing along in glee as you walked.” Saying it with a smirk on his face. This guy is annoying, but he is right. He has been observing all this while. “What else have you been observing about me?” I asked further. He clears his throat, “Well you don't want me to say, do you?” “You should.” “It's certainly hard to look away from your ass, I mean I can, but it's right there in my face, almost like it wants me to eat it”. The shock on my face could only express my reaction to this cocky guy as it made me drop my drink. He is blunt. I like blunt guys, unlike my stupid ex. “You bad boy,” I said. “Oh I could be worse,” he says, licking his bottom lips and revealing the full pink color. I could feel my underwear getting wet suddenly. Who is the guy? He has a charm to me like I have not felt before. The alcohol was beginning to reveal itself. I felt the sudden urge to dance with this bad boy. No shyness at all. “Are you going to dance or are you here to lecture me on the dance floor?” He noticed how unrepentant I was. He could probably tell I was already under the influence of alcohol. I care less. I just needed him to take charge and hold me with his muscular hands. Suddenly, the DJ changed the music to a slower romantic song. The tone of the music brought us closer as I turned my butt towards his pelvic girdle. Whining my waist in circles, a bit more seductive. At this point, I could feel him get hard. Boy, this man is packing! Mr. Thor and his hammer have a third leg. Maybe that's why he is cocky. I looked up, as I was inches shorter than him. His flirty face dazzled as his sweat-drenched mildly on me. I already knew this bad boy was ready to wreck me, I was ready to be wrecked. I need this one-night stand. I was a horny bird Charles could never satisfy for so long. “I'd like to go to the girl's room” I whispered to his ears. “Sure, I will follow you”, he grabs me and takes the lead. I barely kept my eyes from his well-chiseled biceps, his arms had huge muscles gushing out. I felt very safe having them wrapped around my wrist. As I opened the restroom door, he forced in authoritatively, locking the door behind him. Luckily, there was nobody inside. Before I could catch my breath, he planted his soft lips on mine, kissing him very passionately. It was so succulent I lustily fell for it without any ounce of zeal to protest. This is what I want; a man. A man who makes me feel desired, a man who takes charge in making me gush and droll repeatedly. I held on to his shirt as he pushed me against the wall, working his lips down to my neck and further down to my breast Submitting to his gestures, I was on another planet already. While he caressed, my hand reached for his belt, zipping him down. His huge p***s, almost the size of a plantain, fell on my hands. I could not let go, holding it firmly. Pulled up my skirt and inserted it deeply. My wetness made way for easy penetration. “f**k me hard.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. The deeper he goes, the more I moan, and the louder it gets. Almost reaching a climax, I pulled him closer by his waist. “I am cumming” I am cumming please don't stop”. He applies more pressure as he grunts. Finally, reaching a climax, I collapsed into his body. Seconds after, he reaches his climax and shoots off his sperm in the sink. I have not reached a climax for a very long time. Charles certainly never bothered if I reached the next street talkless of climax. A selfish coon. I felt f****d, I felt alive. The very best part of it? I loved it. Oh yes, I do. I was exhausted, my whole body vibrated. He certainly knows how to use his third leg. Suddenly, I heard someone knocking and trying to push the door open. We quickly dressed. Opened the door and walked out laughing simultaneously in the most awkward manner. The lady outside certainly knows we did something. Hilarious. We paid no attention as we walked out of the club. “You still haven't told me your name,” McGregor said. “Hillary,” I responded. Damn! I was not supposed to tell him my name, I broke my commandment. “Beautiful name, will I see you again Hillary? I would love to see you again.” I put my hands on his chest. “Just maybe you will.” Chuckled ear to ear. I stopped a taxi just as I was about to board. “Why don't I drop you off,” McGregor insisted. “Maybe next time, bad boy” I declined. “Hmm okay, how about I have your number” as he passes his phone. I didn't protest and inputted it. Bids him goodbye and the taxi drives off. Throughout the journey home I kept thinking about what had just happened. I could not take the size of his c**k out of my mind, it was the biggest I had ever seen. I got home, and took a warm shower. Shortly after, I received a text from him. “Hope you arrived home safely?” I replied “Yes, had a good time.” and called it a night. Uncertain if I will see him again, I do not want to get into any relationship. Certainly not after what Charles did to me.