Dirty Erotica; Daddy's Little Kitten.

Chapter 11. F**k me, uncle

“You - want - me?” Dylan asked, clearly repeating himself.

Brittany nodded, her eyes filled with lust and desire. She reached for my hand and whispered, her voice low but firm, “You have no clue how aroused I am right now.”

With that, she darted her eyes around, watching the rest engage in pure s*x, their moans permeating the air. Her fingers trembled as she brought it to her lips before swirling her tongue over it.

Murmurs ensued as everyone began to gossip about them. The highlight of the activities started when some couples volunteered to have s*x in front of everyone.

Brittany's eyes went wide. Was this the kind of thing they do here?

Volunteering to have s*x in front of everyone?

Of course, what was she even thinking?

What kind of stuff was she expecting in an erotic club?

A gathering for sharing intellectual debates?

Certainly not.

Everyone's faces were a mix of excitement and intrigue as they watched both couples step out, their faces plastered with determination.

Dylan caressed his jaw as he watched them with his ease.

“So, for today's competition, we have the first set of couples and the second set!” The MC announced, his voice ringing across the club.

Applause rippled in the hall while Brittany's brows creased as she wondered what they might be up to. One thing was certain - things were about to get heated.

“Woo-hoo!” The screams of excitement echoed in the club. The first set of couples was a mixed pair, a young woman with striking features and a tall, dark-haired man, whose muscles rippled beneath his shirt.

The surrounding crowd cheered and clapped as they walked up to the stage, a warm smile on their faces as if they've just won a lottery.

The young woman was wearing a stunning red dress that hugged her curves, its sequins catching the flashing lights of the club and sending shimmering waves of color across the dance floor.

The tall, dark-haired man beside her wore a sleek black shirt and dark jeans.

He lifted the woman with one of his hands and spun her around, her laughter echoing through the club as she felt weightless in his arms.

With a playful grin, he set her back down, and together they bowed as they introduced themselves in front of everyone.

“Goo, fellas!” A man boomed from the audience with his thumb in the air. A lady in a sheath dress knelt beside him and she had his c**k buried in her mouth.

Brittany shook her head, having seen enough.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the other couple who stepped forward.

The woman had long, curly brown hair and bright hazel eyes that sparkled under the stage lights. She wore a fitted silver dress, her confident stride eating up the distance as she moved to the center of the stage.

The man beside her was ruggedly handsome, with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to scan the crowd. Together, they made a striking pair, their contrasting styles complementing each other perfectly.

As the spotlight shone down on them, the audience murmured in anticipation, waiting to see what would happen next.

The MC's voice boomed through the club, "Alright, folks! We've got a special challenge for you tonight. Our two couples are going to get… Intimate right here on stage. And the crowd's going to decide who takes home the prize!" The room erupted in cheers and catcalls, the audience eager to see what would unfold.

Everyone screamed in excitement.

Dylan exhaled and grasped Brittany's hand, his face etched with worry.

“Brittany, I don't want you to watch this,” He mumbled, his voice laced with concern.

“Why?” Brittany queried.

"Brittany, please," Dylan said, his voice low and urgent.

"I don't want you to see this. It's not...it's not something you should have to watch."

Brittany raised an eyebrow, a hint of defiance in her tone. "I'm not a kid, Dylan. I can handle it. Let's just get this over with.”

As Dylan settled in his chair, he clasped his fingers and fixed his gaze on the couple who had positioned themselves comfortably.

Two large tables were in front of them and the ladies are to bend over while they're f****d from behind.

“Are we ready??” The MC asked, his voice going an octave higher.

The couples nodded. Brittany watched as the women's grip on the table tightened, their faces set in determination.

The men standing behind them lubricated themselves and held their c**k, ready to insert at the MC’s orders.

Anticipation lingered, the air heavy with the smell of s*x.

The MC raised a green flag and signaled, “Start!”

The men plucked their c***s into the women and began pounding aggressively from behind. They held their waist from behind and smacked them as they drove harder into them.

Everyone in the crowd watched with eagerness, and they fulfilled their arousal by engaging in an intimate act with someone beside them.

Moans rendered in the air accompanied by the sound of skin against skin.

The men on the stage thrusted into their partners. They rocked their hips and grasped their hair, driving into them with primal intensity..

Brittany's p**y throbbed and she couldn't help but touch herself.

When Dylan noticed how aroused she was, he pulled her up and made her sit on his lap.

Sliding his fingers into her hair, he whisper, his breath hot on her skin, “I'll make sure I f**k you right here till you moan my name out loud, Britt.”

His words sent a chill down her spine, and her p***y twitched in response. As he trailed kisses on her neck, she plunged her head backwards and a moan tore from her lips.

“I want you to take me, Dylan. I need you in me.” She urged, her voice laced with arousal.

Dylan licked the sensitive part of her ear and replied, “As you wish.”

He grinned when he felt the crack of her ass slightly tracing his erect c**k. As he slid his fingers down her perfectly long thigh, he kissed her gently on the lips, slowly at first and then with rising passion

His c**k got more hard as blood pumped through him. Inching her up, he slid his fingers across her tit, feeling the soft mounds of flesh fill his palm.

Dylan's c**k twitched just underneath her p***y and a raw desire engulfed him when he felt how wet she was, even with her panties on.

His thick, long c**k was now visible between her legs and it pressed hard against the bottom of her wet panties.

As he pushed his leg up, he partially raised himself above his knee and pulled his pants down a little.

The only separation between his c**k and her p***y was the thong she was wearing. A moan escaped Brittany's lips as he pushed his erect c**k upwards and gently massaged her p***y with it.

He slid her panties aside swiftly and spread his legs slowly, causing her legs to open more as well.

He plucked a finger in and caressed her p**y with the head of his d**k.

She was dripping, her body prepared for him.

As he adjusted his legs further, he gave his c**k a nudge till it reached her

pussy lips.

Brittany's grip on the chair tightened as he slowly pushed himself in.

“f**k me!” She muttered, her voice dark with longing.