Of course, Satina knew exactly what this guy meant. Being around this kind of man just made her feel sick. She would've thrown her drink in his face and stormed out, had she not come to the club for precisely the same act he was inferring. It was the perfect opportunity, and Satina had a deadline to meet.
Satina gulped down her tequila. Her.. partner immediately ordered two more. She sighed. The alcohol was welcome, but she didn't need his masterful seduction method "“ getting the girl drunk "“ to agree to his request.
She reckoned he wouldn't mind if she skipped ahead a few moves. Satina reached behind her and clamped his wayward hand tightly to her ass. She winked at him and asked, "Why wait?"
His huge hands were all over her after that. As he led her through the club, she felt his contact at all times, usually on her breast or bum. They stopped at a door with another tall latino man standing outside it, this one wearing a suit.
"Anyone in the VIP suite tonight, Enrique?" he asked the bouncer.
"Nah man, but I can't just let you in there," Enrique shook his head.
"You seen my lady, friend?" Satina was suddenly and firmly guided into the space between the two dramatically taller men.
"Damn," Enrique's jaw dropped as he gazed deeply into Satina's cleavage.
"Yeah, damn is right. She's a classy one," her partner continued, "she don't wanna do it in some nasty bathroom stall. She deserves better than that. I wanna treat her special, Enrique."
"No can do man," Enrique shook his head. "You know how it is."
"All right, I see I see," he produced some bills from his pocket. "Twenty bucks for the room until we're done."
"Fifty."
"Thirty," he produced another ten-dollar bill, "and you can watch."
"Deal," Enrique snatched the cash out of his hand and unlocked the door.
"Wait... what?" Satina gasped as she was shepherded into the VIP lounge. "He can't-"
"Oh don't mind him," she was interrupted, "Enrique's real quiet. He's a gentleman, you'll never even know he's there."
Satina found that the lounge had an extra-wide sofa that could double for a bed. The man called Enrique locked the door and sat without a word on an armchair in the corner, facing it.
Satina, resigned to her immediate fate, and saw no reason to delay. She grabbed her lover's groin, feeling the shape of the stiff meat within. As he stood there, she undid his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. She peeled back his briefs and observed his erect cock.
She secretly smirked "“ it was smaller than Ben's.
Again, Satina took the man's dry dick to her lips, using her saliva to lubricate it for the task at hand. She then guided him "“ steering him with his penis - towards the 'bed'. She released him to pull up her dress, exposing her broad, creamy thighs and a scarlet lace thong. In that moment, he grunted lustily and shoved her backwards, on to the bed. She squealed and rolled to her front, but he was already on the bed behind her, kneeling over her.
With one giant hand steadying her hips, the other pulled her panties away from her body. Satina felt the open air on her snatch and prayed he wouldn't change suddenly his game plan and screw her completely "“ in every sense of the word.
She needn't have worried. She felt his broad hands each seize a squashy butt cheek, shortly followed by the sharp discomfort of something suddenly push its way into her tight asshole. Her passage stretched around the invading object, but it was not a pleasant sensation. She began to sob, despite herself. It earned her little sympathy from her partner.
"Shut up, bitch! I'm nearly there! Shut up!"
Satina just buried her face in a cushion until she heard her intruder mutter that he was, quote, "balls deep". She found what followed was not so painful, but just about as much fun.
She knelt there, resting on her elbows and her massive breasts as she felt his weight press against her, his hips rhythmically smacking against her thick, quivering bumper. His foreign organ moved back and forth inside her, her sphincter kept trying to tighten around it. Unlike what Jon had been led to believe, there was nothing erogenous or fun about it.
His grasping fingers dug into her soft hind-flesh painfully. Occasionally he would punctuate his own commentary with a forceful spanking, which only made her huge buttocks sting more. And his commentary was foul. He repeatedly called her "a dirty fucking slut", reminded her to, "take it all" and confirmed that she, "loved to be fucked" by him. Satina was being used, she was no more to this guy than a masturbatory aid, and it made her feel sick. He made her feel lower than low, worthless in a way she'd never felt before.
Finally, warm fluid filled her cavity and his limp, dripping cock popped out her wounded ass. Immediately, he collapsed onto the bed, as Satina rolled off the bed and hurriedly tugged her form-fitting dress down over her massive, swollen rump. She picked up her thong panties, but found they were ruined.
She adjusted her shoes and headed for the door. As she left his sight, her... lover called out after her:
"Didn't I rock your world, babe?"
"Don't you want my number?"
"My name?"
"...C-can I see you again?"
Satina didn't answer directly. Instead she approached Enrique, still sat in his armchair. She kissed him gently on the cheek and said sweetly, "Nice to meet you, Enrique."
She ignored the fact that one of his hands was down his trousers at the time. He was still the nicest guy in the room.
Satina left the VIP lounge in a hurry. After a quick clean up in the ladies' restroom, she hit the street looking for a cab. Time was slipping away, and her night was only half over. She still had to perform a hair-fuck and a blowjob before dawn.
