In the club, Jack pushes Hannah to the limit

The first thing he showed them was the changing rooms. Just pulling her black summer dress over her heated body was pure ****, feeling the fabric on her diamond-hard nipples, and the mere thought of seducing him and feeling his huge cock inside her was reason enough not to masturbate right then and there. In the small cubicle, the dripping of her overflowing cunt was deafening, and the feel of the sweaty fabric of her dress made her skin tingle. Her panties made a heavy, wet sound as they sank to the floor between her trembling legs, and her dress stank of hormones and female lust.

"Would love to see you in this, Princess," his voice penetrated through the thin door like a battering ram. In the distance, a few aisles away, the bass of the club thumped, but couldn't drown out Hannah's wanton breathing. It sounded exactly the same in the cubicle next to her, and the dutiful girl hurried to come out before Desiree could. So Hannah didn't notice the new dress, how short it was. Her neckline was low, anything more and her erect nipples would pop out, crying out for a tongue to play with them. The fabric clung tightly to her hips, reminding her of his strong hands, making her think of how he would grab her and just take her. And the soft rustling of the short, very short dress played around her bare legs in her high heels. Hannah would never dress like that at home. Far too slutty. She looked like a stripper. Here, however, she could hardly wait, opened the door to the changing room, and leaned seductively against the frame.

"Do you like me, sweetie?" she asked in a husky voice. Her eyes sparkled at him. Did he always wear the gray blazer and casual gray slacks? Hannah didn't care, and her eyes settled on the muscles beneath his shirt.

"I like you both," he said with a seductive smile that made Hannah's blood boil with lust and excitement. Desiree wore a long green dress that reached almost to her ankles. Her back was almost completely bare, and unlike Hannah's, her neckline went almost to her belly button. Her bare legs and even her hips were visible through the side slits. She wore no underwear. "Ready?" The man asked, and Desiree moaned openly like a whore as his gaze roamed over the bare skin of her legs.

"Wait!" What am I doing here, Hannah wondered, but forgot to answer his question. Her concentration was limited to staring deep into his eyes as she lifted the incredibly short skirt of her dress, staring into his eyes as she pulled her panties, also already soaked trough, first down one leg, then the other. I hope he saw my pussy, she thought, giving Desiree a triumphant look. The handsome man, on the other hand, was every inch the masculine mountain of steely muscle and will, grabbing the girls under their arms again and leading his two arm candy into the club.

"I'm Jack, by the way," she sneered. "In case you wanted to know."

"I don't care," Desiree answered truthfully and Jack laughed dark and dangerous. But her enemy was right. Hannah simply wanted to get fucked by him.

And in the club, she would convince him that she was the perfect pussy for the job.

"I love this place! You're incredible!" Hannah heard Desiree scream over the brutal pounding of the bass. Loud, rhythmic music, flashing lights and the heat of dancing people were almost hypnotic. And there was Jack, her handsome target. She would do what he asked of her, if she only got fucked by him.

"I love to be here with you!" she shouted back to block Desiree's pathetic attempt to get attention from her man.

That's my man! My attention! My dick! I deserve his cock! I need it more than you do! You cheating slut!

If she weren't so godly horny, she would have already attacked Desiree like a starving wolf. Instead, Hannah tried to grind her itching butt against Jack like a bitch in heat while the other young woman danced against his body like on a stripper pole. Desperately, the two woman tried to seduce Jack with their bodies, offering themself to him like meat on the market, more whirish with each passing second, more ****, more needy. Somewhere in the club, his companions were busy with other things, but Hannah saw only Jack. The music was loud, seductive. It penetrated her head, and beneath the pounding bass and the hum of the eary melody, images of wild sex, submissive behavior, begging voices, and wet lust crept into her mind.

Desiree behaved exactly like Hannah. It seemed as if she had already forgotten her fiancé as she pressed her breasts against Jack, who continued dancing unaffected, leading the two women with his body and controlling their behavior so effortlessly that Hannah was sure how the day would end. She leaned against his touch, her back towards his massive chest, feeling his hand on her side. Then she stepped aside, rubbing off on his sides while he guided Desiree's body for his pleasure. Then, changing back, it was Hanna's turn to get groped again. She loved every second of it.

Time passed. The three of them danced one song after another in the middle of the dance floor, while the club's bright, pulsating lights reflected in the small puddles of wet fluid beneath her feet. They weren't the only ones. Other girls danced as well, flushed eyes fixed on her, mostly male dance partners. Hannah was hot. She could barely think. Her eyes were heavy, focused only on Jack, the man next to her. It was worse than at the pool. It was worse than in the locker room. Worse than every moment of horny lust in her life combined. She was hornier than she'd ever been in her life, a maddening desire to fuck in her brain. And now... It was way, way worse.

**** to fuck, Hannah danced on Jack. Pleading with her eyes and body to be penetrated. A maiting ritual, offering her body for his and her pleasure. There was only one question...

Desiree broke first.

"I can't take this anymore!" she screamed over the music into Jack's ear. His teeth, almost animal-like, fletched in the pulsing lights. "Please take me! Anywhere! I don't care but please fuck me!" The girl in the green dress began to hump his lek like a bitch, eyes mad with desire...

And Hannah did the same.

"Take me home with you," she pleaded with him. "Oh God, please take me anywhere and fuck me!"

"No," Desiree screamed! "Fuck me!" They didn't care who could see them. The other guests didn't seem to notice them. Also caught up in the trance of the music, several couples danced closely together, in twos, threes, fours. Men and women in the intimate embrace of the music, kissing, groping, fingering. And Hannah wanted it too.

"I'm better than her!" Hannah knew. "You can do anything with me!"

"And with me!"Desiree begged. Hannah couldn't take it anymore. She turned around, bent over, and lifted her dress. Without shame, she presented her reddened, wet, gaping cunt to Jack. Her juices ran down her spread legs as she bent her back deeply to be easily penetrated. Between her legs, she saw Desiree's dress on the floor, wet with her juices as she clung to Jack's leg and fumbled with his pants.

"Fuck me!" Desiree cried.

"Fuck me more!" Hannah screamed.