Night Out

Relationships

May 5, 2020May 5, 2020

Societal constructs on how a lady should behave did not stop Claire from being wild. She cursed patriarchy and everything that threatened the idea of feminism. She carefully drew her eyebrows while humming to her favorite tune that belittled men. Why did she have to bake her face to look appealing to a man? Claire stopped and thought about it then continued after cursing the existence of men. Her hair was tightly tied into a neat bun just as her boyfriend had instructed. She consoled herself with the thought that at the end of the day, money was the price.

An irritated Tony stormed into her room since he had ran out of patience. He had waited for eons for her to get ready, but she took her sweet time while testing his short-tempered nature. Every time they went out partying, it ended up with a fight. Tony was tall, handsome, perfectly built with a well-connected beard. Who could resist such a macho? On the other hand, Claire was a beauty to die for. Other people kept on drooling wanting to have a moment with them. Club fights and street fights had become their daily bread.

A table had been reserved for them and no sooner had they settled than they started imbibing pitchers of beer. The music was a catalyst triggering the alcohol to act faster than expected. Within no time they were feeling lighter and more motivated to dance to the beat. Claire sway her rotund behind from right to left causing a stir with her artistic moves. Tony noticed that men were stealing glimpses and he grabbed his woman to send the message he was in charge. They laughed and enjoyed such moments of making others jealous.

Tony had spent the whole day at work and it was not long that fatigue started taking a toll on him to a point of dozing and falling off from his seat. Claire was equally high and the more intense the music got the more she vibrated to the music. Men could no longer resist the perambulating lass and they got closer to steal a dance. One of the guys had succeeded to explore her succulent irresistible thighs. She was a free bird whose master was deep in slumber. The events moved faster and the intoxication got more and more intense and she found herself in the back seat of a car.

The stranger had been thirsting for her and quenching his urge was a dream come true. He trusted harder and harder as she cried in confusion of ecstasy and total fulfillment. This beast was ripping decency out of her but she enjoyed every inch. He dialed his number on her phone and she went back to the club to snoring Tony. More alcohol was served and her sexual urge was at its peak. She craved a quick lay and it was not long before she spotted her next victim. They moved to the parking lot and without wasting time, a muscular phallus was tearing her apart.

Every woman craves validation and Claire was not special. Multiple partners made her feel like a queen and sole controller of the male kingdom. She loved being in control and especially strangers in night clubs. Tony was boiling after waking up from his nap and found Claire missing. It took the help of the DJ to shout her name. She walked in, to find a furious Tony trembling and as usual, an argument followed. The bouncers threw them out to clear the commotion. As the smart woman she was, she knew where to touch and calm down her man.

He could hear none of her narratives about being out to vomit. It took a few fondling of his privates and caressing to cool the beast in him. A few thrusts later he had forgotten the whole misunderstanding, nor did he suspect foul play. She looked forward to the next weekend for crazy adventures.

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