Ambers Night Out

Hear is a letter my wife wrote to Our Mistress last night:




Dear Mistress Cecily,

Last night I got that familiar tingle in between my legs and I knew it would be an interesting evening …
Paulie was just finishing up his worship/prayer cycle to our Goddess of Pleasure Mistress Cecily Deville (*sigh* just saying Your name out loud gives us waves of pleasure Hmmmmm) when I told him I thought I’d go out clubbing .
Whenever I get that special tingle, I know the only cure is a big, fat prick fucking my whorish mouth or splitting my wet slit in half. *giggle* Paulie always goes along with whatever I want to do, he’s such a good boy that way, always accommodating always happy to do whatever I want. Besides he knows that Mistress Cecily likes it when I’m a total slut!
So I took a nice, long bath, shaving my legs and my pussy till I was as smoothed as a baby. I slid a pair of black lace panties up my legs until my warm and throbbing clittie was secure (I must have the worlds biggest clittie, my panties barely cover it -- maybe that’s why I’m such a horny slut) . Next I put on a matching black lace bra, a short red leather skirt that almost covered my panties when I sat, but not quite! A short midriff bearing black lace top and strappy 5 inch red heels and my outfit was complete. I felt sure that I would attract any number of big hard dicks.
When I got to the club, Victors, I headed straight for the bar. I sat down on a bar stool, crossing my legs as I did, knowing that my short skirt would ride up my bare thighs exposing my legs to anyone who wanted a peek and looked around.
Victors is a well known pick-up bar and it was easy to see why. A large dance floor on the far side of the club with loud electronic dance music and many dark intimate corners where patrons could sit, have a few takes and get acquainted far from the booming bass. Victors had been a mainstay of the Swingers community for many years and if you couldn’t pick-up or get picked-up here, you wouldn’t be able to anywhere.
I didn’t have to wait long until a young guy approached me, offering to buy me a take. This guy didn’t seem my type, kinda nerdish, nervous, he didn’t seem very confidant to me -- but reminded me of paulie, so I decided to play with him for awhile till a real man showed up. He bought me several takes and a pack of smokes. He was sooo nervous lighting my cigarette, the flame jumping all over so much I had to steady his hand with mine to light up my smoke. He seemed to like that, he liked it even more when I slowly blew the smoke in his face.
After a while a big, brawny man walked up and started to talk to us. He seemed to be a friend of my little nerdy, and soon nerdy (I forget his name) introduced me to his friend, Rick.
Rick looked at me, saying hello and subtly touched my hand with his massive paw sending an electric current straight to my tingle spot. Rick was just my type, tall, masculine with broad shoulders. He was wearing a tight knit sweater which accented his bulging muscles and tight dark jeans that outlined what looked like a magnificent prick. My mouth was watering (not to mention other areas lol).
He immediately asked me to dance and before I knew it I was in has strong arms. Poor nerdy! I didnt see him again until much, much later. Poor thing. He must have spent at least $30 on me and didn’t get even one little feel. Oh, well. That’s what wimpy beta males are for …. ask my paulie.
We danced a couple of fast numbers and then a slow dance came on. Rick held me in his arms pressing my chest into his, I could feel his breath on my neck and soon his lips. He cupped my ass with his powerful hands which started to roam, caressing my ass cheek, slowly rubbing my clittie till I began to moan. He behaved like he owned me, and right then he did. We danced for a few more minutes and then he took me by the hand back to his booth where a couple of his other friends were already sitting. He slid into the booth first, placing himself between me and his friends, very protective. Ignoring everyone else he looked at me, placed his hand on my breast and started to squeeze. I was lost in his dark eyes as his mouth touched mine and his long snaky tongue pushed down my throat. I melted into him opening up my legs to give him access to my wet slit.
Before I knew what was happening he was stroking my clittie making me hotter and hotter. Suddenly he pushed me down to the floor and I knew exactly what he wanted. Here I was, crouching under a table in a dark corner of a dirty nightclub unzipping this magnificent man and sucking his cock!
What a beautiful prick. Long, thick and hard as steel. I worshiped it. Lightly running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling he need, soft spasms of lust setting us both on fire, I engulfed him with my mouth, fucking his with my head, occasionally hitting myself on the table top but not caring until I felt his seed boil and explode down my throat. Exhausted, he pushed me away and I sat under the table tasting his cum on my lips.
All the while this was going on, Rick was talking to his friends, laughing and takeing. The next thing I knew the guy sitting next to Rick unzipped his fly and wagged his dick at me. Although this one was not as big as Ricks, it certainly was much bigger than paulies little wiener and I reached up to stroke it. He then grabbed my hair under the table and powerfully brought my head up to his crotch. I opened my mouth and began to suck. I didn’t even know this guys name and here I was sucking his cock under the table!
While I was vacuuming this guys dick, I noticed that the waitress came over and everybody ordered takes. Rick called out my name asking what I wanted and from under the table I ordered a vodka cranberry. It was so hot knowing that the waitress knew I was blowing these guys under the table!
By the time the takes arrived I had just finished blowing the third guy and now had three loads of cum down my belly. Yum!
Finally, Rick allowed me to sit at the table and lazily tweaked my nipples as we sat , having our takes. After awhile he told me that he was horny again and wanted to fuck. He pushed me out of the booth, grabbed my hand and lead me to the men’s room. Once inside we made our way to a vacant stall where he turned me around, bent me over and ripped my panties off. I could feel his hard dick against my asshole. My pussy was dripping juice down my legs. he took his fingers and scooped up some lubrication from my cunt and slathered it over his prick as he pushed it into my ass. I had never felt so full before. I pressed up against him, begging for more of his cock. He called me a filthy whore, a slut, a cum hole, and all I could do was yell “Yesss, yesss, yesss!” over and over until he came inside of me.
By this time his buddies had come into the toilet, too and were waiting their turn. One had my pussy as I straddle him, the other took my ass as I held onto the sink. Yes, by this time I wasn’t in a stall but in the open men’s room where anyone could see my performance. I love to be watched! It spurs me on to even more depraved behavior. I don’t remember how many guys fucked me; I just know that my pussy and ass were full of cum, my clothes were stained and ripped, and I had hickys all over my now bare tits and throat. The last guy was little nerdy. I guess he had been in there watching for quite a while and he just stared at me. I smiled at him, crooked my finger and when he came near, I gently pushed him to his knees and had him lovingly lick my now sore clittie. *giggle*


Your humble slutty servant,

Amber