Not in, though you give it a good shot

The bouncer puts his hand on your back, sending a shiver through your body. Thanks to your clothes and your hair being up he can see every inch of skin from just above your crack to your neck. His hand trails downward, and your body trembles slightly, knowing where he will stop.

Sure enough his hand slides down to your butt, clenching on it as if to test the firmness. Thanks to your exercises you've always had a magnificent ass, and the way he keeps squeezing it seems to say that he thinks so to.

Through the door you walk, subconsciously adding an extra wiggle to your step as you precede him, feeling his fingers massaging you.

As soon as the door clicks shut on the sniggering bouncers still outside he shoves you against the wall, his hands roaming up to frame your tits, squeezing them a little as he leaned in.

"Hey..." you start, not sure if you are going to protest or encourage him, but his mouth comes down on yours, crushing your lips as they part. His tongue slides in, large compared to yours. A groan escapes you as you kiss him back, feeling horny and eager in spite of just meeting him. His tongue teases yours, then leaves abrupty, replaced by his teeth tuggin your lower lip with a growl.

Moaning you thrust your body against his, yelping when his fingers clamp onto your hard nipples, sending a jolt of pain through you that just makes you hotter.

"Damn, looks like you like it rough and kinky."

Your mouth opens to protest, or maybe just to groan, but instead you cry out as he yanks a little on your nipples, staring in fascination at the way your tits stretch outward.

"Looks like you've been a busy girl," he says, seeing the bruises and making you cry out as he squeezes hard enough to leave his own. For a moment his attention to your breasts distracts you from what else is going on and you miss the sound of a zipper. Then you feel your skirt raise.

"Fuck, really slutty," he says with amusement, and slaps your upper thighs on the lingering bruises from last night, then gives your pussy a light smack. Pain and pleasure flood you, and he pulls on your labia lips, making them feel like he's trying to rip them or stretch them permanently. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, but keeps giving them sharp yanks instead of letting you answer. Bending over he shoves the skirt up over your waist.

"Time to fuck," he says, and you feel his dick against your lips before it slides in.

A moment later the he stares downward in puzzlement.

"Christ, this is the loosest snatch I've ever been in. What, did you just fuck the football team or something?"

"No.... I...." you halt, embarrassed by his remarks, but stumbling over the truth. How much better would it be to say you fucked a room of strangers last night? Or that you just fisted yourself in front of another group of strangers on the way over?

Sneering he twirls you toward the wall, shoving you forward face-first. "Forget that, I'm not fucking some sloppy loose cunt. I'm gonna take your ass instead."

A moan escapes you, his words somehow humiliating and arousing at the same time. This time his dick meets more resistance, but still his modest dick slides in easily, the lotion lubricating his dick.

"Fuck, you really did fuck the football team didn't you? Even your ass is loose. Christ this is disappointing. What are you, a hooker?" he demands, turning you again and forcing you to your knees. "I'm gonna get off with the only decent hole you've got. Open your mouth, whore."

Opening your mouth to protest simply allows him to jam his dick past your lips, and using your ponytail his pulls your mouth back and forth upon his dick. After a moment of indignant shock your pride kicks in and you start sucking as good as you can, determined to show him that you're not some lousy two-bit prostitute.

Jamming his dick as far as your tonsils, the man finally seems to be enjoying himself, and for some strange reason you can't help but bring your fingers between your legs and start rubbing your clit.

Dipping a finger into your pussy to test what he said. Your finger slides in like you're poking the air and a moan escapes you. A second fingers slides in and barely feels either side of your poor little pussy. A third finger goes in as easily as it had in the car, and you find yourself fucking your fingers in harder and harder until you squeal around his dick and cum, barely feel a ripple in your cunt muscles as the orgasm rushes through you.

Oblivious to your actions the man above you keeps fucking your face, hitting your tonsils with every stroke. Spittle drips from your lips, and slides down your chin, finally slipping down to your chest as he approaches his own orgasm.

With loud grunts he shoves all the way in over and over again, picking up speed until he mashes your face against his body. His dick pulses in your mouth and liquid hits the back of your throat again and again. Swallowing rapidly you keep up, sucking until he finally pops his softening dick from your mouth.

"Definitely a blowjob worthy of a hooker," he says, making you blush. Spotting your fingers furiously moving between your legs he bursts into laughter. "A happy hooker who loves her job, I see. Well, that wasn't enough."

"What?" you squawk, pausing in the masturbation you hadn't even realized you were doing.

The big man shrugs, finally releasing your hair. You stare up at him in dismay, wondering what you did wrong.

"It might've been a good blowjob, but I wanted to fuck a pussy or an ass. Frankly, you weren't good enough, so you're not gonna get in the club."

Thinking of Jacob, who has probably already entered you know you can't vanish on him a second night in a row. He'd get suspicious and pissed off.

"There has to be some way I can convince you," you purr, trying out a sexy look while you rub his crotch.

Rolling his eyes he just pushes you away. "A dumb hooker too. You just made me cum, you stupid cunt. That ain't gonna work on me."

"But... but what if, uh...." you fumble for a bribe, for words to convince him.