I don't want to say that my lover was a gangster, but he did once cut a man's face for calling me a whore. I am a whore. But I am his whore.
One thing I am not is stupid. So I knew when he cheated on me on that business trip to Scarborough. It was all over his face and the diamond tennis bracelet he came back with. I was a bit annoyed, but I intended to get my own back. I was not about to give up a good thing, but it was a matter of respect. And I knew he kind of expected it.
So we were in the club and I was dancing. He loved to watch me dance and I made and kept eye contact with him while I did. He gave me the look. The one that meant I was going to get all four inches of him later. Not without me getting some first I wasn't.
I turned my back on him. And I spotted a man I knew from school. I hadn't seen him for about five years and the boy had glowed up in that time. Tall, broad, muscled in all the right places. Fucking hell I mouthed and he saw me, lifted his drink in salute and smiled. He'd always had a bit of a crush on me and I had always thought he was cute, but this was taking cute to superhuman, supermodel levels.
I crossed the dancefloor to talk to him, not worrying about my lover. He trusted me not to look a gift horse in the mouth and he trusted everyone else to know who I belonged to. This guy didn't.
We talked and caught up and things got more and more intense. You know when you are close to someone but not touching them, but everything in you is saying do it, grab him? I waited till I saw my lover head to the toilets and grabbed this guy's hand, leading him out of the front door.
The bouncers tried to bar my way. "You don't want to do this."
"Are you going to tell him? Thought not. Move." and we were out of the door and slipping into the darkness of the alley next to the club.
Then I was on my knees, freeing his gorgeous nine inch, fat cock and sighing happily as I sucked it. He groaned and held my hair, fucking my face, ruining my lipstick. As I stood up I lifted my skirt. My lover didn't like me to wear underwear so it didn't take long before the guy had me lifted by the ass and was fucking me hard and rough.
I could feel my arse rubbing against the brickwork and knew there would be scratches on it. This turned me on even more, knowing that my lover was so big that I could only go on top and he would never know they were there and I orgasmed hard and loud while this guy kissed me to quiet me, near suffocating me with his tongue. Little did he know that I liked that and it made me cum again.
I pushed him backwards and turned around. Parting my red raw cheeks, I offered him what I only gave my lover on his birthday. He sunk that big cock right into my asshole and fucked me hard and deep, gripping my ass while I crossed my arms in front of my face so it wouldn't get grazed by the brickwork. You're so tight he said while he came hard in my ass. I kissed him thank you and goodbye and wiped myself as best I could with some tissues from my bag. I sprayed some perfume. I couldn't remember what it was called. My lover had bought it for me. It would have been very expensive. I undid the top and poured the rest down the drain. I still smelled of sex. Reeked of it. I dipped two fingers inside myself and dabbed my wetness behind my ears and on the inside of my wrists, I then sauntered back inside.
"He's been looking for you." One of his minders this time.
"I can handle him."
And there he was, a face like thunder. All six foot five of him and as big as a brick shithouse.
"Don't look at me like that babe. I went to the car to get a lipstick. Now get me a drink and tell me about Scarborough" I knew it was bullshit, he knew it was bullshit, but there was nothing he could say. I had invoked a get out of trouble free card.
"Take one of the boys with you next time. It isn't safe."
I smiled. He looked at me, eyes full of lust.
"And put some fucking knickers on. You're dripping down your leg."
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