We were at BCM, and it was packed — Laidback Luke was DJing, the music was blaring, strobe lights flashing, and everyone was having a laugh and a good time like we’d gone back 20 years in time to when we were 18. It was another messy night out and a heavy weekend in general. The lads were all on it booze and gear. I felt charged up and noticed all the birds in the club.
This bird and her friend were dancing near us. She didn’t speak—she didn’t have to. The way she moved, it was impossible to ignore. Her hips were going like she was teasing everyone, dancing sexy and confident, almost like a stripper. She was all over me without even touching me, getting right up against me without looking at me. It was smothering in a way that was hard to look away from.
But the way I was feeling, I was hypnotised by her. I wanted to rip her clothes and fuck her in a toilet just from what she was wearing and how she danced. I hadn’t even seen her face or spoken to her.
As it turned out, she was Columbian, 26, with this mad red-purple-violet hair. Not my usual type – Big, round glasses and tattoos all over her tanned skin. She wasn’t slim, but she wasn’t fat. She had a bit of a belly, normal side rolls at her waist, and thighs that were thick. She wasn’t toned a bit of flab, which I don’t mind. Her tits were big but saggy, spilling out from the sides and bottom of her bra. Her face wasn’t that pretty either, but something about her made me want her. Her nails were long and bright pink. She looked like a slag who’d be filth and danced like a stripper. That was what I wanted, all charged up a horny frenzy.
She danced like she was putting on a show like every movement was designed to tease and hook you. And in my state, it worked. I couldn’t stop watching her, and she knew it. She was smirking at her friend, who was all over another guy.
I grabbed her by the hips, and she went with it and cranked it up a notch. She used me like a pole a bit and rubbed her ass and hands over my cock none stop. It was rock hard. My hands were everywhere, squeezing her tits and holding her closer.
She turned around and spoke in broken English and Spanish. She put her arms around my head and kissed me. She asked for some coke which I gave her and said do you want to take me and fuck me in my hotel.
Yes, I did! I was out of there in an instant, walking her back to my hotel. I wasn’t thinking about my wife, my life, or the consequences. All I could think about was smashing this bird. It was madness, a decision I regret to this day.
She looked like a cheap prostitute in what she was wearing, but she was still sexy. She kept stopping to kiss me and have a little feel. She kept getting her tits out and making me motorboat and suck them. I want you to fuck me. I like it rough she saying in her accent with an evil look in her eyes.
We got in the room. She was practically naked anyway, but we made it official before we got to the bedroom. We got a drink and did some more gear. She was wanking me as I was cutting it up on the kitchen counter, then she dropped to he knees and started blowing me. It was sexy as fuck. She was like a pornstar. Mouth opened wide with the whole boy in there with ease for her. Deep throating me but holding it as I had held the back of her head and choked her with it, she gagged and gasped for breath. She got up, snogged me, and leaned over to do a line. I spat on my fingers and fingered her hard from behind. Then kissed her neck, grabbed her saggy tits, and slapped her ass.
We went to the bedroom, and she put gear her tits, and I snorted it and licked it off. I fucked her like my life depended on it. I really turned it on. Rough and degrading, really like she was a worthless whore, and she loved it. I fucked her with her ass just off the bed, me standing squatted, and she pulled the duvet off the bed before squirting intensely. It was like she gave birth. I had never seen so much water shoot out. It was like a fireman’s hose. She sucked me off again. All I could think was how many cocks she had in there. It was effortless for her. I eventually spunked in her mouth. She got every last drop out.
I tried to kick her out, but she didn’t get the hint. She sat on the balcony outside, smoking in just her G-string and doing some more gear when my pal, who I was sharing with, came back to the room.
What the fuck are you doing, you twat. He wasn’t happy.
He stayed on the sofa bed that night, and she stayed in the bed with me. She sucked me off for ages and fingered her, making her squirt again. We fucked again but not as rough or good as the first time. She wanked me off as I stood over her and covered her face with spunk. She ate it up and sucked me clean.
I felt rotten the day after and couldn’t wait to get home. That happened in 2019 and never come out since. Thankfully. I’ve never done anything like it since.