Loose Weekend (Saturday Night)

The doorman laughed - a deep, sexy laugh, Ali noticed. "Well, that does it for me. All right, go get your coat, but don't tell anyone I let you back in for free." She blew him a kiss as she slinked back into the club.

*****

Once inside, the noisy atmosphere overwhelmed her again. Ali headed for the bar first, and ordered a drink. It was just what she needed after getting laid, and she knocked it back quickly. Almost immediately, she noticed that she was getting a lot of lustful looks from men. She felt overexposed now. She knew she looked hot - that had been the point of squeezing herself into this tight outfit. But if she'd looked semi-respectable with her black stockings then now, she supposed, her short skirt and high heels just made her look cheap - especially combined with the amount of cleavage she was showing. She seemed to be attracting even more stares than she had earlier in the night.

After a minute or two, Alison felt too obvious just standing at the bar. Well, she could get her coat and go home - she'd got what she wanted tonight. Or, she could enjoy herself a bit longer, and have a little dance. That seemed more fun; after all, why not get the most out of the night? She felt like strutting her stuff again, now that she wasn't so frustrated.

As she hit the dancefloor, Ali moved sexually, gyrating to the music, moving her curvy figure with an undeserved grace. It was fun to dance so soon after sex, and she moved suggestively. Her pussy felt much better now, no longer aching and tight. God, she'd needed it so much! She loved the sleazy way she'd been fucked, and loved being back on the dancefloor already. There was no denying that this was what she'd wanted from the night.

One or two men tried to catch Ali's eye, and she enjoyed being eyed up again. She knew she looked like a cheap tart out on the pull. Her flirty red top did nothing to hide her gently bouncing cleavage as she started to bump and grind again, shaking her plump arse and wiggling her bare waist. Her skirt was riding high on her strong thighs, and she was drawing looks from any number of boys as she worked her way around the floor. She was glad she'd come back to the club - tarting around like this was still so much fun!

Ali let one guy move in on her, and jiggled her breasts for him. He wasn't that hot, but she enjoyed the tease. She ran her hands over her thigh, then turned and, with a mischevous wiggle, strutted away from him. With a cheeky glance over her shoulder, she checked that he hadn't followed her. She was enjoying this process of dancing and teasing, it made her feel like an object of desire.

Ali wondered what would happen if she actually got up close with someone. She had only been out tonight for a quick screw, and she'd had that already. But she still felt up for the party, and she was starting to enjoy having all these blokes after her ... She'd kissed two guys last night, and it had turned her on. So why not try for a second man tonight? She was enjoying feeling loose and available, after all...

She noticed a dark-haired guy who looked decent enough to her: about her age, and definitely checking her out. She moved towards him, and they started to dance together. They exchanged names: he was called Jack, and he eyed her up hungrily.

Ali wiggled her hips, loving the appreciative way Jack's eyes followed her. He had short hair and a strong build: not bad, she decided. He looked pretty sexy. She bounced around in front of him for a while, watching his eyes follow her jiggling cleavage. She'd definitely be able to pull this guy, if she wanted him. She smiled sexily back at him, happy to wait for now.

*****

After a while Ali shouted to Jack that she'd be right back and headed for the ladies toilets. On the way, she wondered to herself whether she wanted to take this latest encounter further - maybe it was time to head home after all?

But she still felt excited by what she was doing. She was fresh from her sleazy encounter with Martin, and still tarting her way around the nightclub. She felt charged, and horny - her panties were wet with the excitement of the dancefloor, and she knew she wanted more. She applied fresh lipstick and thickened her mascara, then smoothed down her top to make sure it was as revealing as before. She looked hot, and couldn't wait to show herself off - to Jack, or to whoever else might be looking. Her doubts passed and she headed back towards the dancefloor.

Suddenly, Ali found herself face to face with the doorman who'd let her back in. "Hey!" he reached out to touch her bare arm. "I thought you were just getting your coat?" He was jovial of course, gently holding her in place. "If you decided to stay, you should have told me."

"Oh? And why's that?" Ali laughed in his face as he stared down her top. It was obvious now that he fancied her. His grip was gentle, but firm.

"'Cos I'd have bought you a drink," he laughed. "The doors are closed now, so I'm not so busy." He smiled cheekily. "Can I get you one now, er..?"

"Ali. Yes please." She smiled sweetly, and followed him to the bar. Up close she remembered how attractive he'd looked, overseeing the club queue. He was around her age, but several inches taller. Pretty well built too, she thought... She noticed his shirt was undone quite low, showing off a muscular torso, and dark black skin - wow, she thought, he really was hot! Maybe the dancefloor could wait for a bit, after all.

As they queued at the bar, the doorman introduced himself as Jay. He seemed very confident with her, and Ali realised he'd targeted her as an easy lay. She blushed when he looked down at her legs - she felt exposed under his gaze. Her heart pounded as she wondered what was going to happen. She could feel her nipples harden into tingling points as she watched him pay the barman.

Jay handed Ali her drink and they found a place to stand, away from the bar. "So," he turned to her. "Not too hot then?- Not lost any more clothes?"

His question knocked Ali off her stride, but she loved his chat-up at the same time. She laughed, trying not to show him the sudden nervousness that gripped her. She giggled with delight as he glanced down at her bare waist. She sipped at the drink he gave her, and decided to go with the flow. "I was thinking about it. This top's so restrictive." She indicated her soft cleavage, which she'd already pushed out to her best advantage. "But there's nowhere a girl can go for a private moment around here." She was surprised at her own innuendo, but this guy was such a turn-on.

Jay smiled at her sexily. "There is, you know, Ali..." he said, taking another long look down at her bare legs. She almost quivered, the tension between them growing by the moment." There's the staff changing room. It'll be empty now, and I've got a key." Ali caught her breath - she knew what he was proposing. Suddenly, she'd got herself in deep with this sexy doorman.

Ali pouted with mock indignation, and saw him notice her lip ring as she did so. "Oh really - and you think I'll come with you, just like that?" It was a leading question - she was looking for a flirty answer as she winked and raised an eyebrow suggestively.

He sucked in a breath. "Well, judging by your clothes..." He made a show of looking her over, as he had when he'd first seen her in the queue. She felt his eyes appraising her. "It looks like tonight's party night for you, Ali - am I right?"

She tittered girlishly, a clear admission that she was up for anything he suggested. She felt flattered, and horny. Also, she hadn't been with a black guy for years, and he was pretty hot... " OK, why not show me your little VIP room?" She offered him her hand, which he took and led her to a quiet corner. Sure enough, he unlocked a door just inside the staff area and led her inside.

Jay flicked a light on, and locked the door behind them. Ali felt excited and cornered as he turned to her. He touched her bare arms and they kissed, a flick of tongues confirming their intentions. Alison felt exposed, and almost trembled as she felt his hand under her short skirt, groping gently at her arse.

"You're so beautiful," he said earnestly, before they kissed a second time, more seriously now. Alison was flattered, and up for anything. She enjoyed the taste of her new man, and reached out to feel his muscular chest. He was exciting her, and being alone with him like this was turning her on. The sound of the club was muffled inside the small room, lending the place a sleazy atmosphere. There was a small bench and a locker, but little else. They sat together on the bench, their hands and lips exploring one another eagerly.

Jay reminded Ali of how exposed she was in her outfit by gently stroking the curves of her full breasts. She remembered her thoughts on the dancefloor: she looked like an easy club chick. He obviously thought the same, and it was getting her more of what she wanted. She moaned to encourage him, and wriggled as he felt her up. He kissed her again, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and she felt her nipples harden under his hand as he clutched at her.

Ali lifted a long, bare leg over his waist, digging the heel of her shoe gently into his thigh. He groaned with lust, staring at the full curve of her shapely calf. Jay pushed up her skirt, caressing her waist, then wrenched down her top. His fingers clawed at her bra. She gasped with delight as he ducked his head to lick her breasts. In a moment, he had a hard nipple in his mouth. Ali cried out with excitement, then felt him move on to her other breast. He was more practised, more assured, more experienced than Martin had been. He was sending hot sexy thrills through her body, and her pleasure was building. She wiggled her hips, and in response as Jay slid his hand up her firm thigh, stroking her wet pussy through her little black panties. "Oh yeah," Jay groaned. "I was right - you're out to party tonight, girl."

He rubbed the thin, damp material against Ali's clitoris, sending a shock of pleasure through her. She felt like putty in his hands, ready to do anything he wanted. Her nipples were tingling, her pussy burning with pleasure, and she felt horny as hell. Jay was showing her just what a cheap tart she would be for him.

When Jay paused for a moment, Ali sank downwards until her bare knees rested on the cold, hard tiles of the floor. She tugged at his belt. He undid his trousers to help her, and Ali pulled down his boxer shorts. His cock was hard already, good and long, and pretty thick too. He was bigger than Martin, that was for sure - guiltily, Ali realised he was also bigger than Nick, her regular lover. She'd never sucked a black cock before, and could hardly wait to get started.

Ali looked up at Jay: already his face looked different, almost contorted in the anticipation of pleasure. Ali let his cock slap gently against her face, and felt a drip of his pre-cum smear onto her cheek. She'd sucked Mike off in the toilets of a bar only yesterday, but somehow this was more exciting. Mike had been cute, but Jay called out to her more primal womanly needs.

He was already hard, and his black cock twitched against Ali's face. He was pretty impressive, she thought, and thrilled in the knowledge that this hard, throbbing cock was all for her. She lifted her head slightly, then eagerly took him into her wet mouth. She sucked gently, rocking her face against his thigh and taking him into her bulging cheek. Her red lips clamped around him tightly.

Ali glanced up at Jay's face, looking him in the eye as he stared down at her, groaning. She bobbed her head, letting her dyed red hair bounce around her shoulders, sucking him off brazenly. She tongued his shaft, dragging her lip ring across him. Jay groaned as he watched her, letting Ali show him what a slag she was. She loved the sleazy atmosphere in the room, so near to the clubbers that she could hear the music, but hidden away and somehow secret as she sucked his cock and played with his balls.

Jay had pulled Ali's breasts out of her bra, and she fondled them first with one hand, then for a moment with both. With her head relatively still for a moment, Jay began to move his hips, gently forcing his cock a little further into her mouth. Ali felt her cheek bulge a little more. He tasted as good as he looked, and Ali loved the feel of his hard cock fucking her wet, slutty mouth.

Sucking Jay's cock was getting Ali off, and her pussy felt desperate for some action. She moved her hand down between her parted thighs, rubbing her wet panties against her clitoris and her warm opening. She might have just been fucked in the car park, but she really needed this. She wriggled on her knees as she felt dirty, delicious thrills pulsing from between her legs, sending a moment's relief through her body. She frigged herself determinedly, feeling the excitement of an orgasm not far away and, for a moment, wanting to come in this sordid position.

Looking down at Ali's slutty performance, Jay decided that now was the time to fuck her. There seemed no point waiting: he hadn't mentioned that he wasn't the only one with a key to this room, and didn't want anyone spoiling his fun. The sound of beats filtering into the room from the club was a reminder that time was passing.

Jay leaned back, popping his glistening cock out of Ali's slurping mouth. "Stand up," he told her, and her shoes clattered on the tiles as she staggered to her feet. She'd shown him that she'd do pretty much anything, and now he was treating her just like the slut she wanted to be.

Ali reached under her short skirt and pulled her sodden panties down over her bare legs, then stepped out of them. Jay moved in on her, pressing her gently but firmly against a wall. He felt her body straining against his as he thumbed her nipples, then pressed his hard cock between her thighs. Ali glanced up at him, making sex-kitten eyes at him. She wriggled onto the tip of his hard cock, almost letting it penetrate her, looking him in the eye as she did so. She was flushed with lust, her plum hair matted against her cheek, her breathing heavy, her breasts shining with Jay's saliva. She'd lost some sucking on his cock, but otherwise her face was still caked in makeup.

Ali cried out as Jay moved his hips forward, shoving his cock into her tight opening. He was halfway in, but his first thrust took him no further. She wriggled against him, urging him on, but he'd stopped to feel her smooth thighs as they wrapped around him. She felt a moment's frustration, then sudden shock as he gripped them hard and, lifted her up, pushing her against the wall. In one movement she felt her feet leave the ground and Jay's hard cock sink deep into her. He held her still against the wall as his cock entered her up to the hilt and her bare legs stuck out behind him.

Ali was overcome with delight as Jay stuffed her full. She wrapped her bare legs around his arse as he started to hump her. Feeling Jay pressed hard against her, breathing in his sexy man scent, Ali felt the excitement of the moment begin to overwhelm her. Within a couple of strokes she was seeing stars. Jay recognised the tight clamping of her pussy and knew she was coming. Little squeals escaped her lips and filled the room as she writhed, perched against his hard cock, loving the feel of his strong body holding her still against the wall. It was no surprise to him that she had come so easily. She'd done everything else easily too.

When her orgasm subsided, Jay began to thrust into her again, more assuredly this time. Her pussy wasn't so restrictive now. Ali felt herself riding on waves of delight, feeling like a well-used slut as Jay fucked her, slow and dirty against the wall. He pushed her body upwards with each in-stroke, then pulled out and let her groin slap down heavily onto his.

Since his hands were on her thighs and ass, Ali played with her own breasts. Jay watched at first, then dipped his face into them once again: with a face-full of Ali's soft flesh as well as filling her pussy, he knew he would not last for long. This girl was letting him do everything. She felt sopping wet as he glided easily in and out of her. Her pussy slurped hungrily as he made the most of her, slowing his pace he closed in on his climax.

The room resonated with the dull booms from the club. They moved purposefully against one another now, Ali's moans deepening as Jay fucked her slow and dirty. She was still riding on little waves of pleasure from her orgasm. She felt gorgeously cheap and used. It was barely an hour since she'd left Martin's car and danced around the club in her little outfit, only to end up pinned against this wall by a dark-skinned stranger...

At last, Jay cried out and Ali watched delightedly as his face showed his ecstasy. She felt his cock pumping again and again, filling her hot pussy, delighting her still more. Finally Jay slowed his pace and stayed inside her, gently twitching. She felt impaled on his cock as his noises tailed off.

Jay lowered her to the ground and his cock slipped out of her. Ali let her skirt flop back down, covering her well-fucked pussy. She giggled as he struggled to pull himself together, but he was less concerned with her now. She drank down the remains of her drink, feeling light-headed as the mixture of excitement and alcohol combined inside her.

Ali pulled her bra back into place and smoothed her top down over her tender breasts. It was hard not to look ruffled after what had just happened, but at least she made the attempt. She took tissue from her bag, dabbed his cum from her face and dried her pussy. After plastering her lipstick back on, she brushed her hair and put on more blusher for good measure. Then she was ready to go, and turned to Jay. He'd taken a long breather, and was only now straightening his clothes again. "So, can I still stay in the club for a while longer? I don't want to go home just yet, like I said." she asked with mock innocence. She nibbled on her finger and made wide eyes at him.

Jay laughed deeply in response."Sure. But don't forget your knickers. You know how I warned you about losing your clothes." He indicated Ali's little panties, still on the floor where they'd fallen. Alison turned the key and grasped the door handle.

"I only just got dried off - I can't put those back on, they're all wet." She gave him one last sexy tease. "You keep them," she pouted. With that, she flounced out of the room, and back into the dark corridor that led to the public part of the club. A moment later she was back among the strobelights, the coloured lights playing off her shining, sweaty flesh as she made her way through the crowds of revellers.

*****

Alison was buzzing with delight as she moved through the crowds. She'd got exactly what she wanted from the night. Yesterday she'd proved she could just go out and enjoy herself without any strings attached; tonight she was realising it didn't have to be a one-off.

After what Jay had done to her, Ali felt completely different. All the pent-up frustration was gone, and she felt like a hot, sexually charged and active woman again. After last night, she'd already been feeling horny and dirty. Now after two men in one night she felt even more like a free and easy slut. It was a feeling she couldn't help but love.

She checked herself in one of the nightclub's decorative mirrors. Her hair was ruffled and her face still flushed through her heavy makeup; she looked cheap and sexy. She checked her clothes: her flimsy red top was showing off plenty of her aching, olive-hued cleavage. She was a bit sticky as her own sweat - and probably Jay's too - made her top cling to her figure, so she was showing off plenty of her smooth, plump midriff. Her skirt was tight around her ass now but it still covered the top of her thighs. At least she knew she wasn't going to be flashing her pussy, even though she'd left her panties behind.