One night stand with my baby dadd

Fuck!!

I screamed out in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure surged through me causing my first orgasm.

He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing my legs wider apart, and the sight of him there, tattooed, dangerous, and entirely in control, made my pussy clench in anticipation.

I didn't have to wait long. He lowered his head, with his breath hot against my soaked folds, and then his tongue was on me. He started gently, licking my long stripe-slit, circling my pussy with his tongue that made my hips buck off the mattress.

I gasped, my hands flying down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned against my flesh, his breath vibrating my whole flesh, then he dove back in again.

I have never had a man who touched me this way.

He ate me like he was starving, his tongue delving deep inside my hole to taste my arousal before dragging me back up to torture my sensitive nerves. I felt like screaming. He sucked hard, his lips sealing around my clit and creating a suction that made my toes curl. I was wet, so wet I could hear the lewd, squelching sounds of his mouth working me over. It was filthy and raw, and I never wanted it to stop.

Just as I felt the pressure building low in my belly, his hand moved up my stomach again, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist until they reached my breast. He found my nipple already peaked and desperate for attention. He rolled his sensitive tongue, sucking me in the most subtle way. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, pushing more of my tit into his hand.

He didn't let go. He alternated between tugging on my nipple and rubbing his palm over the heavy swell of my breast, all while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my pussy. I was a mess of writhing limbs and gasping breaths, the alcohol in my system making everything feel floaty and intense, like I was watching myself fall apart in the depth of an ocean.

"Pleasssssse," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. Release? More? Him?

Dorian pulled his mouth away just long enough to smirk up at me, his chin glistening with my juices.

"Greedy girl," he growled roughly.

Then I felt his fingers replacing his tongue. He slid it inside me easily, my walls clamping down around the intrusion immediately. He curled them upward, finding that spongy spot inside that made my vision blank out.

My whole body was shaking vigorously to pleasure. He pumped them in and out, fucking me with his hand while his thumb returned to my clit, rubbing it in circles.

The dual stimulation was just too much. My thighs began to tremble, and I could feel the orgasm rushing toward me.

It was my second orgasm.

I was so close, teetering on the edge, breathing helplessly.

"Fuck, Dorian, don't stop," I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillow.

He didn't stop either, he fingered me harder, his hand slapped against my wet skin with every thrust. I cried, my pussy convulsing around his fingers, a wave of pleasure washing over me, leaving me boneless and gasping for air, but he didn't give me time to recover.

The moment my breathing evened out, he was moving over me, he spread my legs wide. I looked down, and gasped as I saw his cock spring free.

He was so thick and hard, the head angry and a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

He was big, bigger than I'd expected, and the sight of him made my mouth water.

He grabbed my hips, flipping me over with a strength that thrilled me, and yanked me up into my hands and knees. I felt the head of his dick nudging at my entrance, sliding through my wetness to coat himself. I pushed back against him, desperate to be filled, needing to feel him stretching me open.

"You want this.. Huh?" he growled, gripping my ass cheek hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Yes" I breathed, pushing back again. "I want your dick. Fuck me hard"

He didn't wait for me to finish, with one thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt. I cried out, the sudden fullness was intense and overwhelming. He paused for a second, letting me adjust to his size, his hands gripping my waist tightly, his tattoos pressing against my skin.

Then he started to move.

He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm immediately.

He fucked me mercilessly, his hips snapping against my ass, rocking my whole body forward. The bed creaked loudly, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was the feeling of him filling me, dragging against my inner walls with every stroke.

I was tipsy and horny, and the roughness was exactly what I needed. I reached back, bracing myself against the headboard to keep from being shoved into the pillows. "Harder baby," I gasped, the word torn from my throat. "Fuckkkkk"

Dorian obliged. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, adding a stinging layer of sensation to the steady friction inside me. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing it in time with his strokes.

The stimulation was electric. I could feel another orgasm building fast, stronger than the first. My moans grew louder, filling the room, uninhibited and desperate. I felt like an animal, completely taken over by instinct and need.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good," Dorian grunted, his voice strained. He leaned forward, biting down on my shoulder, the pain mingling with pleasure and pushing me closer to the edge.

I didn't think of Mark, my boyfriend this time. I was having a surreal time. He caused it anyway.

The room was spinning and my whole body was on fire. The only thing that mattered was the thick cock driving into me over and over again. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on the sensation of being stretched, of being used, of being fucked so thoroughly I could barely think.

I screamed as he hit a particularly deep spot. "I'm gonna cum again."

He didn't let up, his fingers working my clit as he pistoned into me. The pressure built and built until it exploded, tearing a loud, broken moan from my throat. My pussy spasmed around his dick, gripping him tight as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

It was reckless, it was loud, and it was exactly the one-night stand I needed.

I arrived at my boyfriend's house.

While I sat in the vehicle, I had a bottle of wine in my palm, I was smiling to myself for a reason I hadn't even realised yet. Mark hadn't a clue I was coming. It had been three hours since he sent a message of him having a long day at the office and I, on a whim, had decided to do a surprise visit.

I brought wine and of course his favourite food from the restaurant had already been ordered and to crown it all the two of us would spend the whole Friday evening having a good time.

That was the part that made me so happy.

I took my purse, placed the bottle of wine inside my coat, and headed for the door.

On reaching his doorstep. Then I saw them... two pairs of slippers, which obviously looks like that of a woman. A strapped chunky heel is placed neatly on the floor right in front of Mark's door.

I froze. I looked at them.

"Could this be the neighbours?" I looked left and right. The corridor was completely empty. No one came into sight and there was no explanation who could have put those sandals anywhere other than inside that apartment.

I felt a knot in my stomach, 'Let this be not what I'm thinking'.

And to make it even more unbelievable, I recognised those sandals.

I reached for the door. It wasn't shut either. 'Fuck, what is happening?'

I pushed it open. There were two glasses on the little table. His coat was left on the armchair. The whole room was a bit dark, cozy, and the air was perfumed with the scent of a lady's cologne that made me feel a bit off.

Then... Suddenly, I heard it... a sound... coming from the bedroom.

It was a voice.

A woman's voice, and breathless at that.

My bag fell down.

I didn't knock nor did I hesitate. I rushed towards the room, my heart thumping and my feet shivering in fury, and pushed it open, revealing a scene that shattered my entire being instantly.

I saw them.

I saw Mark, my boyfriend and Chloe, my best friend, having the most forbidden sex of all time.

Naked and shameless on my boyfriend's bed. They didn't even notice I entered, lost in sinful pleasure.

I felt my legs couldn't carry me. The silence that came after was the most deafening thing I had ever experienced.

Maaarkkk! I screamed in agony.

"Isabelle" Mark hurriedly got up from the bed, a bunch of sheets still clinging to him, uttering my name as if it was already something he was trying to die from. "Shit! Dios mo Isabelle."

I looked at him with my mouth wide open, tears welling up my eyes. "What is this?"

"Isabelle, let me explain"

"What is this Mark? You are fucking my best friend?"

"It's not" He went to his feet and put his hands up. "It's not what it looks like."

I chuckled a dry and bitter laugh, totally without any trace of humour.

"It's not what it looks like?" I turned to look at Chloe who had found the sheets to cover her nakedness and was sitting there in my boyfriend's bed, covering her face in shame.

"Four months." I said slowly, glancing at Mark. "For how long has this been going on? The day I got my diploma was just three weeks back. You wept at my graduation and at the same time, you were sleeping with my best friend?"

"You're changing the facts."

"Am I changing the facts?"

"No, Isabelle, listen to me. It's really difficult"

You are my boyfriend for God sake Mark and you sleeping with my best friend is your choice and you stand and tell me I'm twisting something?"

"Look, you need to lower your voice. The neighbours might be eavesdropping."

"Don't ever tell me to lower my voice. God, Mark! You are ridiculous. You're thinking about the neighbours at a time like this? This time? Are you kidding me?"

"I just want to have a talk."

I threw my bag on the chair and faced Chloe. "And you too Chloe. I felt you are a friend I can trust."

"Oh yeah! You now share my man and his dick?"

Chloe, who felt so embarrassed and filled with shame, got up with her dress folded in her hands. "Isabelle, I understand that this is painful"

"Oh, you understand this is painful." I looked at her in disbelief. "That's quite amazing?"

"Say exactly what you mean to my face!"

Mark intervened. "Alright, let's calm down"

I turned towards him so quickly that he was forced to take a step back. "Dont you ever try to interrupt me. Don't ever stand between us as if you were the reasonable one in this room."

"See, this is exactly why I couldn't..." He stopped himself.

I looked at him and went still. "Complete the thought, " I whispered, "This is exactly why you couldn't do what, Mark?"

He covered his face with his hand.

"I didn't mean to say that"

"You almost did."

"Isabelle, stop!"

"Things between us were difficult!"

He finally raised his voice. "We were not in a good place and instead of talking about it you just you kept pretending everything was fine and I"

"Hence, you went to Chloe."

"I want you to tell me the truth! Mark, look me right in the eyes and tell me the absolute truth without trying to manipulate it!" He said nothing.

"That is what I expected, " I replied.

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"That should be the last time I will ever ask you anything." I grabbed my bag from the chair. "We are done Mark. I want my keys tonight and everything my mom has signed under your name tonight." I stared at him.

He looked at me in fury and the bursted out. "Isabelle, you are just being too rational. Yes I did this, because I've lost interest in you. Chole satisfies me more than you do. I can't even stand or have anything to do with a woman who can't fuck me well enough."

Mark?

"Yes, do all you want. I'm done with you too." He smirked.

Tears welled up my eyes, rolling down my flushed cheeks uncontrollably. I hated to cry in front of him but now I can't hold myself anymore.

I picked up my bag and left the bedroom. He didn't even bother to go after me, console or call my name from behind. I ran past the living room sobbing profusely. They were like a regret that was so contrary to my will.

Eventually, I got to my car and entered and closed the door so forcefully that one could feel the impact even in the chest.

With both hands, I grasped the steering wheel and leaned my head upon it. For about thirty seconds, I was trembling, tearfully, and screaming in pain at the top of my voice.

At this point the only person I could call was Lena. I cleaned my tears, still sniffing, I dialled her number.

"Hello babe?"

"Hey, Bitch! What's up?

"Please I want to see you"

I arrived at Lena's place after leaving Mark's place, my eyes swollen and mascara smudged, gripping my bag like I was going to lose it at any moment.

She opened the door, took a glance at me and stepped aside.

"Isabelle?" What happened babe?"

She brought a bottle of tequila on the table even before I had been able to say a word. Lena was like that... she already knew I needed something to cool my temper.

I drank, put the glass down and looked at the ceiling in mock dismay.

"I got them making out in his room, " I said. Lena froze completely.

"Together?"

I nodded. Then Lena sat down opposite me. "Isabelle. It's okay babe."

She rested on her elbows and asked, "Are you okay?"

"No."

"It's fine,all men are bitches anyway" She took a shot for herself and emptied it. "They are snakes. Both of them." She banged her glass down.

"Especially Chloe," I snapped. "I was ready to accept that Mark could let me down one day, but at least not with Chloe? "

"I never trusted her, but I have always warned you about that girl, you know something about how Chloe always felt....."

"Lena?" I cut her off.

"I am only saying...."

"I understand what you are saying. And I don't want to hear it tonight." I rubbed my eyes with my fingers.

"I just don't want to think about it. I want to be somewhere other than in my own head for the next few hours. Can you help me with that or not?"

Lena stared at me for a while. After that, she grinned,

"Well Isabelle, I have somewhere you can go tonight to take this pain off your heart. Mark is not worth all these tears."

"Where is that?"

"Oh, you haven't even heard?"

"I can spot your crazy voice, which you use every time you come up with an insane idea. You know you are crazy Isabelle."

"It's a party, Isabelle. It is an exclusive party happening tonight in the biggest city, Chicago." She said as she bragged with her shoulders.

"You said Chicago?"

"Yes baby, Chicago is only forty minutes away."

"Lena"

"Just hear me out." She got right down on the coffee table in front of me with both hands on my knees as she stared at me.

"You have a boyfriend for two years and find him in bed with your best friend on a Friday night and you want to die here crying crocodile tears for a man enjoying himself somewhere. C'mon girl" She gave my knees one final squeeze.

"You have two choices. Either you stay in this apartment and keep recalling the scene until you cannot breathe any longer. Or you take on that black dress which I am sure is in your bag because you always have the black dress, and you come with me to the most exclusive underground club in Chicago and you remind yourself that you are only twenty-three years old and the world did not end tonight even though it feels like it did."

I looked at her.

"I hate you."

"You love me girl. Get dress and lets go."

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I wore the black dress. Lena did my makeup in her bathroom mirror, standing behind me and chatting about the club all the time - who was running it, who was going, how she had been trying to get on the list. After waiting two months, a lead finally came through tonight of all nights.

I looked up.

In the mirror, I hardly recognised myself. Somehow Lena had made changes with the contour and liner that made my eyes appear darker and my jaw more defined. I looked like a woman who hadn't just cried herself out in a parking lot.

"Perfecto," Lena said, stepping back and with her arms crossed, assessing me. "Mark is an idiot."

"We agreed not to talk about Mark."

"I said that but didn't agree to it." She gave me my bag. "Let's go."

:

We set out for the club. Right inside the club, the music was the first thing that got to you deep. Then the lights and the naked banging bodies of strippers. I paused walking for a second.

"Keep moving, " Lena told me, her hand on my back, speaking softly in my ear.

We managed to wriggle our way to the bar. Lena simply decided what we would have without even offering me the chance to say what I wanted, which was really just a typical thing about her. She gave me something that was dark and on the rocks and tasted like top-shelf stuff, but the trick was, it was really smooth.

"Drink, " she instructed.

I took a sip.

"Again."

"Lena." I looked at her.

"You are way too sober for your own good right now. Drink again." She commanded.

I drank again.

Then, she faced the room, resting her back against the bar, scanning the crowd like a woman totally at ease with herself, a woman who had never once doubted whether she belonged where she was. I had often admired that about Lena. She just had this way of being in a room as if she owned it, just by nature.

"Have you spotted anyone who's piquing your interest?" she inquired.

"Stop it bitch. I just got here." I smirked.

"That definitely wasn't a criteria. Besides, we all know you probably weren't expecting to get down to business, were you?" She gave me a friendly elbow. "So, come on, look around, live a little. You're in Chicago now, after all."

"If you're wearing the black dress and your make-up is on point then behave accordingly, " she encouraged.

"Meeting someone is the last thing on my mind," I resisted.

"You are here to keep your mind off the person you're trying to forget. So chill bitch." She raised her glass for a toast.

I glanced around the area. It was then that he caught my eye.

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He was by the other end of the bar.

He was dark, tall, and broad-shouldered and looked like he had not gotten that body with a gym membership but with years of physical labor. His forearms were marked with tattoos - dark, complicated designs that disappeared under his rolled-up sleeves and came back at the collar.

He was just there holding a glass in one hand and observing the crowd with the calmness of someone who is independent of his surroundings.

One could hardly argue that he was undoubtedly the most handsome man in the room.

He inclined his head and our eyes locked.

I looked away instantly, to my drink, heart racing faster, but 'Damn it' I was mesmerized already by his looks.

He kept looking at me.

"Aha, he looks good huh? " Lena murmured right next to me.

"Don't." "I didn't say anything." I looked down at my glass.

"Oh please, don't make it a thing." "Anyway, he's still looking, " she said cheerfully.

She took a last sip from her glass. "Well, I'm getting on the dance floor. So if you like, keep staying here."

When I was about to answer, she had already disappeared.

I stood for four minutes by the bar, staring at my glass and aimlessly thinking of nothing but his looks until someone's presence was felt at my side.

I recognized him without turning my head. "Hey, guess it's kind to have a drink with you?"

I turned to see him. I was surprised to see how elaborate the tattoos on his forearms were when observed from close range in comparison to my first distant observation. His tattoo, highly detailed and black, was tracing his skin from the wrist up to the end of his sleeve.

"Are those tattoos working for you quite often?'' I inquired.

He grinned. "I will let you in on the secret when I start claiming it as a line."

"You have been staring at that drink for ten minutes without taking a sip." He pointed at my glass. "Either it offends you or your mind is far away."

"Perhaps it's just that I don't like the drink."

"Are you craving a different one?" I looked at him, messed up already by his looks.

"Yes, " I responded.

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His name was Dorian.

During the first twenty minutes of our talk which was flowing so smoothly that one would hardly believe we were strangers, he disclosed his name. I did not tell him what I was doing or the place I was working at. He queried about my thoughts. He inquired about the thing I desired that I had not surrendered myself even to the thought of it.

God, that one!

By that time, the tequila was done with me. I became typsy.

"One more, " I requested from the bartender. Dorian didn't speak. He merely waited unconcerned as if he had all night and no other plans to do.

Later Lena appeared, dancing, and looked at us with the delight of someone who had just been given very good news.

"I'm going to find Marco, " she said, referring to the contact who had got us in. She gave my arm a little squeeze and yet it expressed everything without words. "Enjoy this night."

She left again. ...

I faced Dorian again who took my hands and led me to one of the rooms in a hotel.

This particular night, I got the hottest sex ever from a total stranger.