Dirty Erotica; Daddy's Little Kitten.

Chapter 9. Craving Uncle's C**k.

Brittany’s nose flared as she inspected the man who had just spoken. The stench of alcohol from his mouth made her stomach churn. Taking a step back, she tried to hide her disgust with a masked calmness. She was still reeling from the shock of the kind of club her uncle ran that she wasn't open to any kind of conversation, especially not from a man who looked like he'd spent the night drowning his worries with whiskey

Shaking her head, she politely declined, “Urm. I'm not in for that kind of fun. Also, I'm not alone. I only came here to see…”

Her voice trailed off. She bit her lips, wondering why she had to tell him the reason she was here when he doesn't even deserve an explanation.

Taking a deep breath, she completed her statement with a lie and said, “I’m not alone. My boyfriend is… is here.”

The man's brows creased slightly as he watched her gesturing to a nonexistent companion.

His lips curled into a mischievous smirk.

She couldn't fool him.

He knew so well that she was trying to deter his advances.

Tilting his head, he shrugged and disputed, “Well, I don't see him around.”

Brittany stared at him in disgust as he leered at her.

When he noticed how angry she was at his statement, he suggested, “He could join us if he wants..”

Ewww! Ew! Ew! She thought.

“No, thanks!” She croaked out, trying to hide her panic as he stepped closer to her.

He chuckled as he grinned. “What if your boyfriend is busy? What if he's occupied with some other ladies? Remember, this is an erotic club where we f**k both strangers and acquaintances. It's possible he's too busy and had forgotten you. Why don't I … you know, keep you company while you wait for him?”

His suggestion irked her. She nearly puked at the thought of it.

What kind of company? She wasn't interested in small talk or flirtation and she's certainly not going to have anything to do with someone like him.

He was tall, probably around 6'1 with a lean build that hinted at a fondness for late nights and good liquor. His dark hair was messy and tousled, and his piercing blue eyes had a slightly bloodshot quality to them.

His black shirt was a little rumpled, and his pants were fitted, but showed signs of wear.

Despite his rough-around-the-edges appearance, there was still something about him that seemed confident and charismatic, but Brittany wasn't impressed.

In the twinkle of an eye, he was in front of her, his eyes glinting with desire.

Brittany felt her heart skip a beat.

“Please, leave and just let me be.” She whispered.her tone dismissive.

He chuckled, desperate and undeterred, “Come on, don't be like that. I'm harmless.”

He raised his hands to show that he's got no weapons.

Brittany rolled her eyes, her blood boiling with frustration.

“Tell me your name, beautiful?” He asked, his voice taking on a slightly slurred edge.

“I won't tell you because you have no right to know. It will be just best if you leave me alone.” Brittany replied coldly, shooting him an icy stare.

“Come on, don't be like that. I just wanna know your name, angel, so I can buy you a drink and we can get to know each other better. Also..” He smirked as he leaned closer.

“I am sure if you give me a chance to taste you, you'll come running to me next time.”

Brittany shot him a glare. Without bothering to respond, she clutched her purse tightly and spun around to leave, but he was fast enough to grip her wrist.

“Don't leave yet. Do you not believe me?” He whispered, his eyes filled with lust as his gaze drifted towards her collarbone and her bust area.

She had firm round t**s and nice curves, one that even her dress fails to conceal.

Brittany felt disgusted at his touch on her wrist. He leaned closer, trailing his fingers on her neck, his breath hot on her skin.

“Just one pleasurable night, darling, and you won't regret it. We could f**k right here. Or if you don't want us to do it..” He paused and showed the black VIP card to her face..

With a lustful smile, he added, “We could do it in my private lounge. What do you say, Love?”

“Don't you dare call me your love!” Brittany shot out through gritted teeth, her voice laced with frustration as she glared daggers at him.

“If you don't want me to f**k you, I can just touch you, give you those pleasures..” He whispered, taking her gaze to a group of people f*****g each other on a settee.

A f*****g Quintuple??. A man, no, a lady with four hot men making out with her at the same f*****g time.

She knelt at the centre of two men.

One stood in front of her with his d**k buried in her p**y. Another man with a moustache knelt behind her, thrusting into her asshole with pent desire.

She had her head tilted to the right, gagging as she sucked the d**k of the large man kneeling beside her.

And the fourth man crawled around her, fondling her left tit and sucking her right tit with his mouth.

Her moans rendered in the air as the men thrusted and sucked her with reckless abandon, each of them satisfying their s****l urge.

The bare sight of it made Brittany's face flush with embarrassment.

She nearly puked, but she tried to control herself. However, she wouldn't deny that their act was starting to make her aroused.

Despite her urge to leave, a morbid curiosity held her in place. The desire to see her uncle fueled not because she wanted to speak to him but because she craved him. She needed him to take her harder till she wouldn't be able to feel her legs.

Her p**y throbbed as the thought of his c**k appeared in her mind.

She wanted his c**k so badly.

“I will give you more pleasure than those four men, angels. What do you say?” The voice of the man snatched her back to reality. For a moment, she had forgotten he was there.

Her rage intensified when she felt his grip on her wrist.

Yanking her hand off him, she spat icily, “Get your hands off me! I've told you no, can't you take a hint?”

She was about to leave, but her eyes sprang wide when he did the unthinkable. He clutched her tightly and began pestering kisses on her neck.

“Leave me! Get your stinking hands off me!”

“Just a quickie and we're done. You don't have to cause a scene. You must be aroused after witnessing every scene. Don't you wanna get involved?”

As she struggled with him, a firm hand clamped down on the man's shoulder, spinning him around.

“I think she said no. You Should know when to accept a rejection, Bruno!” a deep voice growled.

Dylan stood behind the man, his expression firm as he pinned him to the wall.

He whispered a few threatening words in his ear. The man's eyes went wide as he turned to Brittany, and then he scurried out of sight like a frightened deer.

“What are you doing here?” Dylan spoke as he adjusted his suit.

Brittany was stunned, speechless, but one thing she couldn't ignore was her throbbing p***y and her desire to have him.