Fucked by a stranger in the swinger nightclub bathroom

In the grimy, pulsating heart of the swinger nightclub, the bathroom became my altar of impromptu lust. I’d been dancing, drinking, and flirting all night, but it was the crude, unapologetic hunger in a stranger’s eyes that pulled me into the damp, echoing stall. He didn’t waste time on niceties. His hands, rough and demanding, grabbed my hips, yanking me back against his throbbing cock. I could feel the thick, swollen head grinding into my ass through the thin fabric of my dress. He growled, a low, animalistic sound, as he hiked up my skirt, exposing my lacy thong. His fingers hooked into the elastic, tugging it sharply to the side, and then he was rubbing his cockhead against my slick, wet pussy. I moaned, pushing back against him, eager for more. He spat on his hand, using the saliva to slick his cock, and then he was thrusting into me, hard and deep, his balls slapping against my clit with each brutal stroke.

The stranger fucked me like he owned me, his grunts and curses filling the air as he pounded into my cunt. I braced myself against the cold tile wall, my fingers scrambling for purchase as he drilled into me. His hand snaked around to my front, his fingers roughly circling my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He roared, his body tensing as he came, his hot cum filling me up. He pulled out, his cock still hard, and turned me around, pushing me to my knees. I looked up at him, my lips parted, ready to take his cock into my mouth. He grabbed my hair, guiding his cock to my lips, and I sucked him deep, tasting his cum as it dripped from my pussy onto the filthy bathroom floor.