Spread your legs

The stranger didn’t say yes. He didn’t say no either.

He just looked at me for two long seconds, then jerked his head toward the back of the bar. “VIP lounge. Now.”

My legs felt loose from the drinks, but I followed him. The world tilted a little as we moved through the crowd. His hand landed on the small of my back. Not gentle, just firm enough to steer me. We passed a bouncer who nodded at him like they knew each other. A black curtain, then stairs, then another door.

The second the door to the VIP lounge clicked shut behind us, the noise from the bar dropped to a dull thump. Dim red lights. One big leather couch. A low table. No one else.

I didn’t even wait.

The second we were inside, I turned and crashed into him. My hands grabbed his shirt. My body pressed hard against his. I started grinding on his thigh like I had no shame left, hips rolling messy and desperate.

“Fuck…” I breathed against his chest.

He let out a low chuckle, dark and mean. “Look at you. Already humping my leg like a desperate little slut.”

I moaned at the words. They should’ve stung. Instead they made heat flood between my legs.

He grabbed my chin hard, forcing my face up. “What’s your name, drunk girl?”

“I…. Nora,” I gasped, still grinding.

“Nora,” he repeated, tasting it. “Drunk, heartbroken Nora who begs strangers to fuck her in a bar. Pathetic.”

His other hand slid down and squeezed my ass, pulling me harder against his thigh. “You really that fucking empty tonight? That you need a cock to fill the hole your boyfriend left?”

“He’s not—” I started, but he cut me off.

“Shut up. I don’t give a shit about your ex. You’re here because you want to be used. Say it.”

Fuck.

I was breathing fast. “I… I want to be used.”

“Louder.”

“I want to be used!” My voice cracked.

He smirked. “Good girl. Now get on your knees.”

I dropped so fast my knees hit the floor hard. The carpet was rough. My hands shook as I reached for his belt.

He watched me struggle with the buckle, not helping. “Look at that. Can’t even get a man’s pants open properly. How many cocks have you sucked before, Nora?”

“Not… not many,” I muttered, finally pulling his zipper down.

He laughed again. “Figures. Bet your boyfriend had to beg for it.”

God, what was I doing?

Still, I yanked his boxers down. His cock sprang out, thick and already hard. Bigger than I expected. The sight made my mouth water even though my head was spinning.

“Suck it,” he ordered. “And don’t be shy. I want to hear you choke on it.”

I leaned in and took him into my mouth. The taste was salty, warm. I wasn’t smooth or skilled. I was sloppy, drunk, desperate. I sucked hard, bobbing my head too fast at first, gagging when he hit the back of my throat.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he groaned. One hand fisted my hair. “Sloppy little mouth. You like that? Sucking a stranger’s dick after crying over some loser?”

I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse. He started thrusting shallowly into my mouth, controlling the pace.

“Yeah… just like that. Take it. You came here to forget, right? So forget how to think. Just suck.”

Tears pricked my eyes from the gagging, but I didn’t stop. Saliva dripped down my chin. I looked up at him, blurry-eyed, and he stared back with dark, hungry eyes.

“Messy girl. Drooling all over my cock like a whore.”

I pulled off just long enough to gasp, “I wanted… I wanted this. Before. I told you.”

He yanked my hair, pulling me back onto him. “Then suck like you mean it.”

I did. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, tongue sliding along the underside. His hips jerked.

“Fuck— good. Keep going. Make me nice and wet for when I play with that pussy.”

After a minute he pulled me off by the hair. Strings of spit connected my lips to his cock. I was panting.

“Stand up. Take your clothes off. All of them.”

My fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers. The room kept tilting. I almost fell trying to get my jeans down. He didn’t help. He just watched, stroking himself slowly.

When I was finally naked, he looked me up and down. “Turn around. Bend over the couch.”

I obeyed, gripping the back of the leather couch, ass out. Cool air hit my wet pussy and I shivered.

He stepped behind me. His hand came down hard on my ass. Smack! I yelped.

“Aghhh— Nghhh!”

“Nice ass. Shame you wasted it on a man who didn’t know what to do with it.” Another smack. “Spread your legs.”

I did. His fingers slid between my thighs and found me soaked.

“Jesus Christ. You’re dripping, Nora. This pussy is fucking weeping for attention.” He rubbed slow circles over my clit. “How long has it been since someone made you cum properly?”

“I… I don’t—”

“Answer me.”

“Months,” I admitted, voice shaking.

He laughed low. “Poor neglected little cunt.”

Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I gasped loud, knees buckling.

“Fuck— tight,” he growled. “So fucking tight. You sure you’re not a virgin?”

“I…” I moaned as he started pumping his fingers. I couldn't even say anything. Would he stop if he knew I was a virgin?

He curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Yeah? Still basically untouched. Bet no one ever finger-fucked you like this.”

He added a third finger, stretching me. The wet sounds were loud and filthy in the quiet room.

“Oh my god—” I cried out.

“Say it. Say ‘I’m a desperate slut who needs her pussy ruined.’”

“I’m—I’m a desperate slut,” I panted, pushing back against his hand. “I need my pussy ruined— please—”

He sped up, fingers thrusting hard and fast. His thumb found my clit and rubbed rough circles. His other hand found my nipples and twisted them painfully through the bra. The dual stimulation was too much.

“You want my cock, don’t you? Want me to split this virgin-tight pussy open?”

“Yes! Please— fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

He leaned over my back, breath hot against my ear. “No.”

I whimpered.

“I can feel it. You’re too tight. Too nervous. I’d tear you up tonight and you’d regret it tomorrow.” His fingers never stopped. “So I’m gonna finger this greedy cunt until you can’t stand. Until you’re shaking and crying and begging me to stop. Understand?”

“Yes— fuck— yes—”

He fucked me harder with his fingers. The pressure built fast, too fast.

“I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum—”

“Then cum, you drunk little whore. Cum on my fingers like the pathetic mess you are.”

The orgasm hit me like a wave. My whole body seized up. I screamed, thighs shaking violently as I came hard, soaking his hand.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept going, fingers relentless. “That’s one. Give me another.”

“I can’t— too much—”

“You can. And you will.”

He slapped my ass again, then reached around and pinched my clit lightly while his fingers kept pounding that spot inside me.

Another orgasm crashed through me almost immediately. I sobbed, legs giving out. He caught me around the waist, holding me up while his fingers kept working.

“Two. Good girl. Look at you falling apart already.”

“Please… I want your cock,” I begged, voice hoarse. “Just put it in. Please.”

“No.” His voice was firm, almost cruel. “You’re not ready. This pussy needs training first.”

He pulled his fingers out suddenly, then spun me around and pushed me onto the couch on my back. He spread my legs wide, kneeling between them.

“Look at this messy cunt. All red and swollen. Dripping everywhere.” He slapped my pussy lightly. I jerked and moaned.

He pushed three fingers back in, deeper this time, and used his other hand to rub my clit fast.

“Again,” he ordered. “Cum again.”

“I can’t— I can’t—”

“You fucking can. Do it for me. Be a good little slut and squirt on my hand.”

The third orgasm tore through me. My back arched off the couch. I cried out, actual tears running down my face as my pussy clenched and pulsed around his fingers. Wetness gushed out, soaking the leather beneath me.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “That’s it. Messy girl. Making such a pretty mess.”

I was shaking uncontrollably now. My vision was blurry. I could barely breathe.

“One more,” he said, not slowing down.

“No— please— too sensitive—”

“Shut up and take it.” His voice dropped lower. “You wanted to stop thinking, right? So stop thinking. Just cum.”

The fourth one hit slower but harder. It felt like my whole body broke. I screamed his name, wait, I didn’t even know his name, and my legs locked up, trembling violently. Everything went white for a second.

When it passed, I collapsed back against the couch, limp, gasping, tears and sweat mixing on my face.

He finally pulled his fingers out. They were shiny and wet. He wiped them on my thigh like it was nothing.

I lay there, chest heaving, legs still spread, completely spent. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. My head was empty for the first time all night.

He stood up, tucking himself back into his pants even though he was still hard. He looked down at me with something almost like satisfaction.

“Stay there,” he said quietly. “Catch your breath. You’re not going anywhere like this.”

I tried to say something but only a weak whimper came out.

He smirked. “You got what you wanted, Nora. You stopped thinking.”

My eyes fluttered shut. The last thing I heard before everything went dark was his low voice.

“Sleep, drunk girl. I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”