JUDE'S POV
As I make my way into one of the most famous nightclubs in town, I can feel the eyes of the guys on me. I know I look irresistible in my tight dress and high heels, and I can't help but revel in the attention.
I scan the room, looking for someone to catch my eye and fulfill my desires. I want to find someone to fuck me soon, and I am not afraid to make the first move. I head towards an empty table and take a seat, my tiny dress riding up as I sit down, exposing even more of my skin.
The music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and the atmosphere is charged with excitement. I can feel the energy of the club pulsing through me, fueling my desire for a night of passion and pleasure.
I catch the gaze of a handsome stranger across the room checking me out, and I know he is the one I want. I give him a sultry smile and beckon him over, knowing that tonight will be a night to remember.
As he approaches, I can feel the heat between us, the anticipation building with each step he takes. "Hey, gorgeous." He greets me as he sits across me.
"Hello handsome, are you alone?" I don't like wasting time. I am hoping this guy came alone so that he can fuck me.
"Yes, angel I am alone, I am Michael by the way." The stranger says as he puts his hand on top of mine.
"I am Jude and I am glad you came here alone," I tell him.
"Is that so?" He asks with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Yeah, I came here to look for someone to fuck and I think I found him. You look like someone who knows his way around women." I tell him.
The music is bustlingg in the club people are dancing and enjoying the night. Some are just touching while others are making out on the dance floor.
"Well, I know a thing or two about a woman's body."
"Good, then you will show me how well you know a woman's body."
"Don't worry angel I will fuck your pussy so hard that you won't be able to walk tomorrow." He says.
The waiter chooses to come and ask what we are drinking. "I will have a whiskey on the rocks," I say, looking back at Michael with a smirk. He orders a beer and we continue our conversation, the tension between us growing with each passing second.
As we sip our drinks, Michael leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I can't wait to get you alone," he whispers, sending shivers down my spine.
The dimly lit room, the pulsating music, and the intoxicating scent of alcohol create the perfect atmosphere for what is about to unfold between us. I can feel the heat rising between us as we lock eyes, the desire fills the air.
We finish our drinks and I take his hand, leading him towards the dance floor. The music is loud, the beat infectious, and I start moving my hips the moment we reach the dance floor. I can feel his body pressed against mine, his hands exploring every curve, sending waves of pleasure through me.
The dance floor is crowded, but it feels like we are the only two people in the room. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, a sensual dance of desire and lust. I can feel the electricity between us growing.
Then the music fades into the background, and Michael pulls me closer, his lips brushing against mine. The kiss is electric, sending sparks flying through my body. I can feel the heat rising, the passion igniting between us. His kiss is not good as James's kiss but it is not bad. I like the way he is holding my neck as we kiss.
We break apart, breathless and flushed, our eyes locked in a silent promise of what is to come. The night is young, and the possibilities are endless. I can't wait to see where this night takes us, to explore every inch of desire and pleasure with Michael, my pussy tingles at the thought.
We continue dancing grinding and touching each other. Michael's hands are all over my body, making me even more wet.
"I am so wet Michael, my pussy is dripping with my juice." I lean in close, whispering in his ear, and I can see the hunger in his eyes as he pulls me in for a kiss.
We kiss for some time and then we pull away and continue dancing. Michael's hands are on my waist grinding his hard cock against my ass. The feeling of his cock against me makes me even more wet. Michael suddenly pulls away from me, I am about to turn around and ask him why he stopped grinding against me but his hands are back on my waist again.
As we continue dancing I notice that there is something different with the way Michael was touching me earlier and how he is touching me now. His touch feels so familiar it was not feeling like this earlier. He is touching me with familiarity, like he has touched my body before and knows how I like to be touched. Maybe it is because I have gotten used to his touch that's why it feels familiar.
I close my eyes and continue dancing enjoying how wet his touch is making. As we continue dancing something else about Michael catches my attention, the perfume he is wearing is different from the one he was wearing a few minutes ago, how is that even possible? He only pulled away from me for a few seconds now everything about him has changed. Unless it is not Michael I am dancing with right now. As the scent of his perfume hits my nose again, I stop dancing because I know who wears that perfume, James.
"Keep dancing little temptress, continue grinding your ass against my cock." James whispers in my ear.
"Daddy?" I ask even though I know it's him.
"I thought I had made myself clear the other day when I told you that this pussy is mine and mine alone." He says as he puts one finger in my pussy. "I am going to finger fuck you on this dance floor. I will make you cum in front of everyone." He says and then adds two more fingers and starts pumping them in and out of my pussy making me clench around them.