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You make your way back from the bar, hand covering the rim of your drink.
The floor was vibrating underneath your boots. Black, ankle Doc Martens at the end of long legs, thick thighs framed by short tan-coloured shorts. A black vee-neck T-shirt accentuates your fuller- figure. Your body sways in time with the music.
The beautiful man from the bar looks over at you & smiles. You smile back. His eyes crinkle but you struggle to age him. He’s starting to grey at the temples, his curly hair changes colour with the flashing lights. He’s ageless & timeless. He has the start of a beard but it’s trimmed short, neat. His blue jacket was dancing under the lights. His white shirt luminous. He turns to his friend. Another beautiful man, sharp cheeks gorgeous eyes & full lips. They both had full mouths. The older man was fully grey with a shock of white hair at the front. His tight designer suit shows off his muscled body. The younger man is slimmer but you can see a hint of muscle.
They both turn to you. The younger man is shy but sexy. He smiles then looks away. The older man eye-fucks you brazenly.
You down your drink, eyes roaming over both of them. The older guy licks his lips as he watches the movement of your gaze. You fuck them right back.
You push your way through crowd making your way back to the bar. You stand next to them but ignore them as you order another drink. You indicate the men next to you & the bartender nods. You pay for the three drinks, turn to the men & give a flirty smile. Their beers are placed on the bar in front of them. The younger man raises his glass to you in thanks. You nod in return. Your drink appears next to you, you run your finger across the rim, dip your middle finger into the liquid then seductively suck the liquid off, your teeth biting the base of your finger where it joins your hand. The greyer of the two raises his eyebrows & openly laughs, good-natured & kind. The younger man blushes, ducks his head & watches you through his eyelashes.
You close the distance between the three of you. “Cheers!” You clink glasses together. It’s too loud to talk so you swivel yourself hips to the music. You sip your drink, slowly, licking your lips as you deliberately allow a drip to slide from your mouth. Another patron moves towards the bar so you step closer to allow room. You’re now brushing against the younger man’s hand. He looks down at your body before dragging his gaze up you. You feel your face redden. His fingers flex against your stomach. You move closer still. He rubs his thumb in circles over your t-shirt, sipping his drink. You close the distance & gyrate against his body, he brings his arm around you & widens his fingers against the curve of your stomach. You dip & sway. He gently follows your movements, barley moving to the eye but you feel it. You bring both your arms around his neck, careful to avoid spilling your drink. You bury your face in his neck & breathe deeply. He smells expensive. You don’t have the names of the type of wood you can smell but he smells of it, deep like a forest. You like it. You take another sniff as you nose along the smooth skin to below his ear. He laughs & pulls his head away.
“That tickles” he says into your ear.
You pout at him. “Sorry”.
You make big Disney princess eyes at him. He laughs again, light but deep, as he brings your hips together & speaks into your ear, “Why am I not believing this display of innocence?” There’s an accent there.
You drink your drink over his shoulder & continue to dirty-dance against him. He’s getting the hang of it now & twists his hips in time with you. A force at your back & coldness down your back causes you to sigh & shudder. He spins you round & admonishes the young man responsible; he holds his hands up as the older man behind you shouts something over the music.
A cloth is handed to you & you try to dry yourself. The older man holds out his hand, you hand him the material & he starts to dry you, moving your hair out of the way, his fingertips swiping across your spine. He pushes the cloth up under your top & scrunches the two together to wring the beer out of your clothes. Three more drinks appear at the bar next to you, the guilty party holds out his hand to shake yours, kissing your knuckles & says sorry. He holds his other hand to the man you’re pressed against; he takes it & they shake. A repeat to the older man behind you. He reluctantly shakes & you all thank him for the drinks. He pulls a goofy smile, bows his head & does an elaborate hand gesture a’la doffing a cap. The older man laughs & you turn to see him roll his eyes.
Acknowledging the forgiveness the young man retrieves his three pints of beer & does an elaborate side-step to move away from you. The three of you laugh. He makes it about a foot away from you, smiles & mouths something. You nod back, not in understanding but in kindness. It could so easily gone the other way but sanity prevailed.
The broad man at your back is still squeezing your T-shirt, his hips pressed tightly to you. You’re now caged between the two of them. You restart your movements, slower this time, out of sync with the music but enough to brush against both of them.
“You should be careful with that delicious bottom!”
You arch into him & look over your shoulder, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. He mirrors you, eyes twinkling.
You incline your head towards the dance floor & look between them. Silent agreement moves you to pick up your second drink after untwining your arms from the younger man’s neck.
The two sexy strangers follow your lead & you make your way through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor where it’s the busiest. The taller of the men is directly behind you, keeping contact as you pass through the sweaty undulating mass.
You find the perfect spot & dance once more, turning to press your chest against the older of the two. He looks down at you & smiles. You groan at his teeth. The top two front teeth are angled down, the incisors either side slightly jutting forward. You blush as the urge to lick them springs to mind.
His eyes wander to your face as he counters your dancing. He’s got style & skill. You lower your hips slightly so you can move down him, face an inch or two away from his body. He smells of cigarettes & floral aftershave. He follows your lead & bends also, rising when you do. His friend sways side-to-side behind you. You down a drink, crush the plastic cup & drop it to the floor.
You grab a handful of the slightly purple shirt in front of you & run your other hand through your hair, shaking it back over your shoulder before pulling the man behind you into you. Reaching forwards you bring the man in front of you closer. The three of you find a rhythm together. You can feel both of their cocks pressing into you. You grind your hips in a figure of eight, making sure to put pressure on both of them. You feel the twin moans rather than hear them. Emboldened you raise a leg, dragging it up the broader man’s thigh to rest at his hip. He runs his hand along your calf, under your thigh to divert back & hold you behind the knee. This angles your groin against his so he he make the smallest of thrusts into you. You let out a deep groan & lean your head back into the smaller man who’s still taller than you. He takes the opportunity to run his hands up your waist, over your stomach & covers your chest, thumbs finding your nipples & rubbing them through the material. You circle your hips in time to their ministrations. The man in front of you steps closer to cover your actions. He twists his hips into you as he lifts your other leg to pull them round his waist. The man at your back braces himself to take your weight.
You feel hands run along the soft malleable flesh of your inner thigh before they venture under your shorts. They frame your sex, massaging your groin & sending lightning bolts of lust & tension through your body. Your belly tenses with anticipation. Two more hands make the same journey before meeting at the same spot. Twenty digits massage, stoke & explore you over your underwear. You let out juddery breaths as your secret area is stroked in the middle of the club, people around you. You can smell sweat, alcohol & sex - yours & theirs combined.
Grinding in front & behind you helps centre you. All you have to do it hold on & not make too much noise. You feel their hard bodies pressed against you, a stoking contrast to the softness of your own. Mouths either side of your neck work in unison to pull deep whines from you. You circle your hips faster. One mouth bites you as the other sucks bruises into your skin before they swap activities. Your hands rub along an arm each, gripping the tense muscle underneath the soft fabrics. They both grind against you as their hands go underneath your underwear from opposite sides. The find your wetness. You keen into their touch. You can smell yourself from where your shorts have been pulled to either side, gathering in the middle of your groin. They both swipe through your juices, running their fingers over your sex. You feel yourself harden from their ministrations. You rotate your hips & pant out puffs of air. Neither of them have spoken to you & you love that. Your eyes are closed as you feel the thrum of the base as it shakes your core.
One set of fingers rub circles over the top of your most sensitive area as the other set strokes the fleshy part of your groin. You feel slightly calloused hands working your over. Then the second set is meeting the first & they’re rubbing you together from either side.
This is so dirty. You’ve never experienced this before.
They continue to shower affection on your neck as their fingers work underneath your shorts. You feel your orgasm build, starting in your toes. “I’m gonna cum” you say out loud. Hums of appreciation as the two sexy strangers continue to masturbate you under your shorts. You throw a hand behind & around two necks. Their sweat glides your fingers to grip their hair & tug. Deep, deep moans are your reward.
They continue to fuck you with their hands, biting & nuzzling your neck & face. They run their thumbs against you, putting more pressure on your weeping sex, they move your slick about. You cum with your head thrown back, shouting your release to the roof & hearing it echo back. They keep going, pulling more fluid from you, snorting & panting against you. You cum again, thrusting out of sync with them. They meet your thrusts as they continue to worship you in this public space. You thank them & try to press kisses in front & behind.
They pull a second orgasm from you. Your legs start to shake as you feel yourself pulse, slick rushing forward. Your thighs are damp & you’re certain it’s leaving stains on your shorts & the shirt in front of you.
You gasp in deep breaths, thankful for the solid presence surrounding you. They’re so powerful & strong. “Don’t stop!” They snuff & pant into your neck. Their fingers swirl around you, moving the blood & your release across your swollen, tender sex. You feel another rush upon you. They’re there, rubbing in unison to pull you through it.
You cum again, harder, soaking your underwear, shorts & feeling the material of the grey gent in front dampen. You shout louder in tongues. They both thrust harder & you feel warmth against your skin. They’ve cum with you, untouched.
You shake against them, fingers scratching their scalps.
You’re kissed all over your face, head & neck. You wiggle away from their hands, oversensitive & sticky.
They withdraw their fingers & hands, your underwear then shorts are perfectly rearranged to cover your modesty. You’re presentable once more.
Your legs are lowered to the floor but the solid reassuring bodies keep you upright.
You keep possession of their heads, mouthing kisses to both by turning your head.
You three pant as your bodies zing with your orgasms.