Dirty Dancing

She grabbed Martin’s arm and dragged him towards the crowd. “Let’s go!” she shouted over the music, euphoria spreading through her body as she shouldered her way through the dancing masses. When she found a little space close to the rapper she pulled the Dutch man close again, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling brightly as she started to move to the beat. Martin only reacted, his hands dropping to her hips, following her movements as she twisted in rhythm with the music. It had been ages since she had felt so good! The ****, the weed and the broad-shouldered Dutchman combined made her feel ecstatic as she enthusiastically grinded up against him. With a knowing smirk she registered that her movements had an effect on Martin as she felt the outline of his hardening cock pressed against her tummy. To her delight the bulge was quite impressive.

With a naughty wink she came up to her tiptoes and spread her legs slightly, so her wet pussy grinded against his cock to the beat, basically dry-humping him in front of everybody who cared to look. Martin grinned like an idiot as the American slut fucked him through his clothes. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the layers of clothes as she teased him with her womanhood while he fondled her ass again. He bet she liked to be spanked while she was fucked!

He leaned in to kiss her, but Jess broke away at the last second, a wide grin on her face. She winked teasingly at him and he tried again, with the same results. Then, her hips rolling to the beat, she turned around, so her back was towards him. His mouth went dry as he was mesmerized by her gyrating ass. Jessica giggled, watching his reaction over her shoulder. She knew that look, knew that her behind could drive men mad. Deciding to tease him a little more she raised an eyebrow as she made eye-contact, then bent over teasingly slow before lifting her hand and slapping her own jeans-clad butt, making Martin’s eyes almost pop from their sockets.

At this point Martin snapped. His cock throbbed in his pants and the little vixen giggled innocently while she twisted her body, presenting her ass like a horny slut. Acting on instinct he reached out and before Jessica knew what was happening he had grabbed her by the throat. She gasped in surprise when the big man yanked her back against his body. She felt his hard cock press between her buttocks and his hand squeeze her throat, just enough to let her feel his power. “Don’t tease me, sletje!” he hissed in her ear, grinding his cock against her ass.

Jessica gasped. She had wanted to see a reaction to her antics, but she had not expected this. She was not the slightest bit afraid though, on the contrary she could feel herself get excited. Usually men were intimidated by who she were, even before Cash those that mustered the courage to talk to her treated her like a princess. This man had no idea who she was, he just saw a tease. It turned her on. And paired with the music, the booze and the weed she was getting seriously horny!

“You wanna get all sexual with me, huh?” he growled over the music, “Suit yourself!” He briefly nibbled on her earlobe, sending a shudder through her body. While he kept her pinned against himself with his hand at her neck his other hand lingered over her thigh, caressing her leg, then upwards, sneaking under her shirt he made skin on skin contact on her firm tummy, feeling the taut muscles, the warmth.

Jessica turned her head as best as she could and looked over her shoulder at the man behind her. They met eyes and she gasped as she saw the pure lust in his eyes as his hand drew patterns on her stomach. He smirked. His hand moved south. No! He wouldn’t dare!

Jessica’s eyes widened in shock as the Dutch man slowly pushed his hand down into her pants, beneath her panties. “Ohgod…” she moaned as she felt the tips of his fingers touch the hot, smooth lips of her cunt. Without any conscious will she felt her crotch buck against him like some needy slut. Martin grinned as he saw her blush and felt how soaking wet she was. “I don’t like teasing!” he growled and without further ado he shoved two fingers into her cunt.

Jessica screamed out as her pussy was stretched, but luckily the sound drowned in the music around her. Her hand shot down between her legs, but instead of stopping the invading hand all she did was place her hand on top of his, following his movements as he began fingering her.

“Geil sletje!” Martin whispered into her ear as he enjoyed the slimy hug of her pussy, thrusting his fingers into her faster. Jessica was absolutely speechless at the nerve on this man. Frightened she looked around, but it seemed that everyone’s attention was taken up by the stage. Here she was, getting finger-fucked amidst over a thousand people and loving it! She couldn’t believe it! A loud whine escaped her lips when Martin alternated his thrusting with some rolling movements, stimulating her sensitive inner walls. In response, the man squeezed her throat, depriving her of any air and any possibility to make a sound, to cry out in pleasure.

Her knees buckled in a sudden lack of power and she fell back against her tormentor, held up only by his hands around her neck and in her cunt and to her horror she felt that she was about to cum, right here, in the middle of a crowded club. Martin felt her shudder, but it only seemed to spur him on! By now he was finger-fucking her pussy so rapidly he almost lifted her off her feet. She wanted to yelp with pleasure, but the hand around her throat forbid it, which resulted in an asphyxiation that riled her up even more. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the wave of pleasure grip her by the toes.

“Cum, sletje!” Martin hissed in her ear.

If she could have, she would have screamed out. But as it was, her mouth just opened in a silent cry as her pussy spasmed around those mean, fucking digits. The muscles in her legs contracted and for a moment she was completely lifted off her feet, driving Martin’s fingers even deeper to her core. She felt her secretions gush over his hand as her orgasm washed over her. Then the hand around her throat left to stray down to her breasts, finally allowing her to breathe. She filled her lungs with air and let out a scream, unable to believe what the man had done to her body.

Martin chuckled as he pulled his hand from her pants and stepped back. The little tease was too stunned to even stand and stumbled backwards back into his arms.

“Are you okay, sletje?” he grinned.

“R… restroom…” Jessica mumbled. She needed a good splash of water in the face or she’d collapse. The combined high she was experiencing made her dizzy. She barely knew what was going on…

“Restroom is a good idea,” Martin grinned and took Jessica’s arm, effortlessly dragging the stunned girl after him through the crowd. He felt like punishing this tease a little more.