0 comments/ 26738 views/ 10 favorites Loose Weekend (Saturday Night) By: dogs_of_phwoar Continuing the story of this young lady's dirty weekend which started on the Friday night, but not exactly as she had planned. As with the first chapter, I wanted to focus on describing the appearance and desires of the woman in question. This, and the earlier chapter, were inspired by real life - with liberal amounts of imagination thrown in, of course! ***** ***** Alison woke before seven, as the early morning sun streamed through the window. She hadn't closed the curtains when she had staggered in a few hours earlier, still excited and jubilant after an evening of intimacy with two new men. She'd been in a hurry to touch herself, to bring herself to the peak of orgasm for the third time of the evening. After that, she'd fallen asleep immediately. Only now did she pull off her stained top, then unclip her short skirt and wrench off her torn stockings before heading for the bathroom. As she showered away the dried cum from her ass, she played over in her head everything she had done the night before. Alison was glad she hadn't got too drunk: she had a clear memory of how good it had felt to really let herself loose, and how much she'd loved her night of no-strings sex. She thought back with satisfaction, recalling the way men had looked at her, and how easy it had been to just go out and get laid. She could still remember the taste of the two cocks she'd sucked. After cleaning off the remains of her makeup, Ali closed her curtains and slept comfortably for hours, feeling satisfied for the first time in weeks. ***** When she woke again, it was past lunchtime and Alison was ravenous, not having eaten since before going out last night. She dressed hurriedly in jeans and a casual top, then headed into town. She was still on a high, feeling deliciously dirty after the previous night. She was actually glad now, that Nick - her married, secret boyfriend - hadn't made it for their dirty weekend. Her casual encounters in the bar toilets and in that little alleyway had been so much better than just fucking him again, anyway. But she had set aside the whole weekend for him: she was at a loose end now that he wasn't coming. She ate a relaxed brunch, then decided to wander around the shops for a while. Alison decided she could do with something new to wear after what had happened to her tight green top last night. The stains might wash out, but she wasn't sure and anyway, she fancied something new. She began to head for the street which contained some of her favourite clothing shops. The shops all had their summer outfits on display. She browsed a number of flimsy, flirty outfits, considering what she would look like in them. Since dressing to show herself off had worked wonders last night, she thought it would be fun to buy some more daring clothes than the type her wardrobe usually contained. Heading for a rack of skirts, Alison grabbed some of the shortest without really thinking, then a little red top she liked the look of and headed for the changing rooms. She tried the top on first. It was cut low across the front, and as she posed in the mirror with hands on hips, she saw that with its loose design meant that even more could be seen when she moved. She wiggled experimentally, and thought it showed her cleavage off to good effect - even more than her green top had done the night before. Apart from a pair of thin straps it left her shoulders bare and it was cropped short at her waist, to which it clung tightly. She hadn't worn anything this skimpy for years! Did she really want a sexy little number like this, she asked herself? Well, after last night's debauchery, she didn't see why not! Alison tried on the skirts one after another. After last night she was feeling more comfortable with showing off her legs, and after all she did need more summer clothes. But finding one in a style she liked wasn't too easy. Eventually, she found herself wearing a little black skirt that showed most of her toned thighs, but was still pleated to flare out alluringly. Combined with the red top, she was barely covered at all. Even just standing here in the changing room dressed this way felt daring; but, as she appraised herself in the mirror, she found herself excited by the look it gave her. The top and skirt were stylish individually, but between them showed off so much of her toned, olive skin that she couldn't help but grin wickedly. Sure, she looked slutty, but kind of slick with it. This suited how she was feeling after last night. Still, she wondered if she would ever have the nerve to wear them together. Alison paid for her new outfit, blushing as it was bagged up for her. The male assistant gave her a lecherous look as he folded the thin little top down for her, which she enjoyed pretending not to notice. As she strolled home having accomplished her mission, she started to think about how to spend her free evening. ***** By the time she reached her flat, Alison was starting to think that she wanted another night like the last. She'd been so desperate for sex yesterday, but really what she'd had had been quite fleeting. The idea of a night home alone was starting to make her feel frustrated again already. A hint of that awful tightness she'd felt between her legs was starting to return, and didn't really fancy spending the rest of the weekend feeling like that. Guiltily at first, but spurred on by Friday night's easy successes, Ali started to wonder about the idea of putting herself out there again tonight. The idea was almost demeaning. Last night, she had found herself in a bar alone in her sexy outfit, but that had been unplanned - she had been there to meet Nick, and hadn't known at first that he had cancelled. The rest of the night had just happened sort of naturally to her. But the thought of deliberately going out on her own, looking for a man, was very different to that. That was what real sluts did, the sort of girl who just wanted sex and didn't care where she got it. Ali remembered how cheap she'd felt getting fucked in that alley last night, and realised that if she went out looking for it tonight, she'd be acting that easy right from the start. She couldn't help feeling a pang of excitement, even just thinking about it. Usually if she was out on the town, she just happened to get men approaching her and decided which, if any, she fancied. Usually, although she was screwing another woman's husband, she stayed true to one man at a time, so she didn't often meet men that way. But now, the idea of simply going out on the pull, like some common floosie was quite alluring. She was starting to feel horny. She knew she'd look pretty tarty if she wore her new top and skirt together... If she went out like that and ended up getting off with some guy, that would be so cheap... And she'd felt cheap last night - deliciously trampy. It had made the sex so good for her. A gentle, insidious need was starting to pulse through her body. Deep within her breasts, an excrutiating, gently promising tingle was beginning. As she turned her attention to it, the feeling soon snaked maddeningly through her, reaching right down to her pussy. In her mid-thirties, and she was finding that her desires were stronger than ever. She'd already enjoyed one night of no-strings sex, so ... If it was what she wanted, then why not another? A little guiltily, but with an overriding sense of adventure and excitement, Alison reached her decision. With her mind finally made up, she started to think about which nightclub would be the best for what she wanted. ***** Alison watched the Saturday evening television, cooked her evening meal and took a long hot soak in the bath. Looking down at her soft body, she knew she looked good: after all, she'd prepared herself for Nick only yesterday. Her legs were smooth, and her the soft hair around her pussy was neatly trimmed into a tempting little strip. As she lazily smoothed bubbles over her full breasts, she wondered who would be getting a lick of them tonight. She was sure that somebody would. Eventually she dried herself off and decided it was time to get ready. Now she began to feel excited. She considered wearing a thong, but instead chose a pair of sexy black knickers. They were very small, with thin straps at the sides. The flimsy material was translucent and really did little to cover her anyway, leaving her round ass almost bare. Next she chose a black push-up bra: she slipped it on, then checked herself in a mirror. Her soft, full breasts looked smooth, their two delicious arcs meeting and pressing together gently as they were pushed upwards by the rigid cups. It was another warm night, so Alison sat in her underwear as she applied her makeup. She wanted to make herself stand out from other girls in the club, so she layered plenty of foundation over her warm olive complexion. She shaped her eyebrows carefully into suggestive little arches. Satisfied, she pouted glamorously and streaked dark blusher across her cheeks, accentuating the naturally soft skin around her cheekbones. Going overboard on her makeup was already making her feel horny: her plan for the evening was making her feel like a slut and now she was starting to look the part. She added black liner and mascara, then pink eye shadow, and brushed her plum-dyed hair carefully. It was soft and shining: she was looking good. She put on her lipstick last of all, checking the effect against the little ring in her lower lip. Alison looked at herself carefully, and blew her reflection a kiss. "Hello, little tart," she giggled as she practice-pouted. Yes - this was a good look to pull with. It felt great to really go for a full-on sexy look tonight. Alison remembered how much bare flesh she'd seen in the changing room mirror, and decided that if she wore her new skirt, baring her legs would be pushing things too far. She rolled on a fresh pair of black hold-ups. She always thought she looked best in stockings, anyway. Somehow, that just gave her a bit of class. With her legs encased in the dark material, she clipped on her new black skirt and checked the effect. The skirt was desperately short, showing off most of her thighs and only just covering the tops of her hold-ups. She slipped into the black stiletto shoes she had worn the night before and tied up the straps: with these high heels on, her calves loooked pretty curvy too. Finally satisfied that she'd made the most of her legs, Alison slipped her new top over her head, hooking the thin straps loosely over her shoulders and smoothing it into place. It was cut satisfyingly low at the front, covering her bra but not her prominent cleavage. This was just the look she wanted. As Alison she stood up she noticed her bare navel. Her stomach was not quite as flat as she'd have liked, but tonight was not about covering up. She brushed her hair once more. She looked as if she was ready to party, and up for anything: glam, sexy, and a bit cheap - exactly the look she'd been after. Was she really going to do this? Alison felt a delicious tingle run through her body. She was excited now, wondering what man she might end up with tonight. It felt good not to care. Her mind made up, Alison grabbed a light coat to cover up a little - she needed to look vaguely respectable on her way to the club. Then, eager to see what effect her new clothes and sexy look would have, she opened the door of her flat and strode into the night. ***** The queue for the nightclub stretched out into the street, and Alison had to wait for several minutes to get inside. She hadn't queued outside a club since she was a student. The anticipation was delicious: she could hear the bass and beats coming through the club's entrance, and she could taste the atmosphere. The clubs she went to with her friends were normally alternative, or upmarket and cool; but tonight she had chosen a larger one with mixed clientele: this was more anonymous, and everyone knew it as a place where singles went. She tried not to think about her tight pussy, throbbing gently with anticipation. Her fingers dug into her palms as she waited patiently outside, her stocking-clad legs exposed in her short skirt. For now, she was glad of her coat. There were three doormen, each paying far too much attention to girls as they let them in, and it wasn't long before one spotted her. He made a show of running his eyes over her. Alison felt a thrill as he looked her up and down. Judging by the appreciative looks he gave her, she'd achieved the effect she'd dressed for. He was pretty hot, too: tall and dark-skinned, with African looks and short curly hair. She enjoyed having him check her out, tottering slightly in her high heels as the queue inched forward towards the door. She turned and gave him a cheeky wink when she reached the door, then paid her entry and slipped inside. Once inside, Alison was ready to enjoy the party. This place was so different to yesterday's bar: the sexual tension seemed to be in the air all around, not just inside her. She dropped her coat off in the cloakroom, and made her way to an open area that made up the main bar. It was already quite busy, being a Saturday night, but she knew the place was just getting started. Some small groups were sitting at the tables dotted around, while others were standing. The bar was dark, with occasional flashing strobes straying from the dancefloor to light it up. Alison felt the earthy thump of bass from the dance music pounding the floor, permeating her body - it seemed to beat for her heart and right down into her tight, excitable pussy. Alison glanced down at her legs as a strobe hit her. In their dark stockings, her long shapely legs would have put any woman in the club to shame. She strutted over to the bar in her now-familiar high heeled shoes. She ordered a drink, checking herself in the mirrors at the bar as she waited. Her soft, plum-coloured hair suited not only her tight red top, but also her pink eye-shadow and dark red lipstick. She raised a flirtacious eyebrow at the barman as he checked her out. "Here you go doll, have a good night," he cheeked, glancing down rather obviously at her cleavage as she bent forwards to take the drink. "Thanks," she laughed back with a sly grin. "I'm going to." Alison moved away from the bar, sipping her drink. Tonight was going to be fun. She headed vaguely for the dancefloor, exchanging glances with one or two men on the way. One guy stared openly, but made no move, and she didn't pause. There was nobody really taking her fancy, and she had all night. She surveyed the dancefloor, checking out the prospects. Some of the men out there were more appealing. She glanced around, checking out some of the other girls. How did she measure up to the competition? There didn't seem to be too many good looking women on the floor. Only a few were in skimpy outfits, and she didn't think they looked all that. Ali's confidence was buoyed as she realised: she knew she looked good after the effort she'd put in, and decided it was time to start showing herself off. She downed the rest of her drink, then slowly and deliberately strutted onto the floor. Ali had not danced in these shoes before, and she was almost surprised to find how easy it came to her. She could feel the effect they had on her legs - taughtening her slightly plump calves, giving them a smooth shape in her dark stockings. She shook her hips, her hands trailing over her bare waist for a moment as she found her rhythm. Her top felt a bit tight now and she wondered if it was a bit small for her after all, but she loved the way it showed so much of her soft, olive-toned body. She let the movement spread through her whole body and felt it swish across her front, showing her cleavage enticingly. She seemed to be getting approving looks from two or three men, so she moved a little further into the dancefloor, closer to them, her clear brown eyes framed with liner and sparkling with mischief. Soon the music changed into a piece of sexy and upbeat, light pop. Ali changed her motion, her lithe body moving faster. She shook her long red hair as she gyrated. Knowing that she was being checked out, she started to bump and grind, feeling her tits wobble and bounce, gently straining against the thin material of her tight red top. Her skirt swished, the thin pleated material riding higher on her thighs. She did nothing about that: her legs were the classiest thing about her right now, and definitely worth making the most of. She flashed a sexy smile as she noticed one or two men looking her way. When the music changed to a slower number, Alison flicked her hair away from her face and quickly checked around to see if anyone had their eyes on her. There seemed to be a few men who'd taken an interest in her: two who were talking and kept glancing at her, a third who was looking tactlessly over his girlfriend's shoulder, and one or two more towards the centre of the floor were looking her way. She headed in that direction as the next tune got going, and it wasn't long before one of them moved over to meet her. Alison laughed inwardly as he tried to dance with her, making attempts to catch her eye. From the way he kept glancing down, she guessed that her skirt had ridden up over her stockings. She obliged him for a few moments, grinding her hips and returning his glances. Then, when the moment was right she moved away: she hadn't fancied him much up close, and there were plenty more boys to look at. She liked the idea of a young man though, like Mike who she'd been with yesterday but not actually fucked. Looking around, she saw a young dark-haired boy near her, and moved in his direction. Ali eyed him up as she strutted and danced her way over to him. He was good looking, and was probably in his early twenties. She caught him looking at her: she'd got his attention. She played a little with her skirt, first flicking it up to reveal bare thigh and then smoothing it down again. From the look on his face, he was enjoying the view! Alison flirted with him as they danced together, all smiles as she showed off her body, returning his suggestive glances. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she shook her body. She could feel her nipples hardening, the pleasure of being watched turning her on. Once again she felt that excrutiating, warm tingling sensation in her breasts, and she ran her hands down her bare waist, smoothing her top down as she did so. His eager eyes followed her every move and she enjoyed playing up to that, thrusting her aching breasts forward as she gyrated. He looked alright to her, so she pressed forward, initiating the first contact as they moved together. She turned sideways, brushing her soft arms against his chest, enjoying being so close to this guy. When the music paused for a moment, she leaned close to his ear, deliberately pushing her chest against him. She introduced herself without fanfare. "I'm Ali," she used her girliest voice. "Nice dancing," she added, looking down at his body approvingly. She could smell his aftershave, as he spoke into her ear in reply. "Martin," he introduced himself. "You look beautiful, Ali. Buy you a drink?" She took the compliment in her stride, gently gyrating, gently rubbing her body against his for a moment. He might very well do for what she wanted, she thought to herself. "Thanks," she half laughed, and told him what drink she wanted. "You can find me back here, can't you?" Martin looked disappointed that she wasn't coming with him to the bar, but nodded and headed off anyway. Alison was enjoying flaunting herself around the dancefloor too much to stand in a queue right now. She preferred the idea of sending this sexy guy off to fetch her more alcohol instead. One Martin had gone, she looked around again. There was a crowd of people in one part of the floor, and she headed that way, wanting to see what else was on offer. Dancing with Martin had turned her on and she fancied some more of the same. Loose Weekend (Saturday Night) She danced briefly with a few guys, enjoying the way their eyes lingered on her exposed flesh but moving on quickly each time - she was enjoying just checking out the possibilities. She knew she was one of the better looking girls on the dancefloor now, and she was enjoying making the most of that. The arousal in her warm body had spread down from her breasts to her pussy. Putting herself on show like this was starting to make her feel loose, and that reminded her how much she had enjoyed that feeling last night. She could feel her pussy moistening as one tall, dusky man gave her a long, steady stare. Ali moved her hips sexually, strutting confidently in her high heels. Her legs looked sexy but respectable in her stockings, and she wanted to show off more thigh. She shook her hips so that her skirt flicked above the tops of her black hold-ups, knowing that glimpses of her pale olive flesh above it would draw the mens' gaze. She could feel her own excitement mounting as the tall man stared at her, almost forgetting to dance. He looked ready to make a move on her, but she spotted Martin by the floor, holding two drinks. She let him watch her dance for a few moments longer, making the most of her legs and knowing he was seeing pretty much everything. She lifted her skirt up over her bottom, grinning wickedly as she gave Martin a view of her little black panties and the curve of her plump ass. She was a bit big there for her skirt really, but tonight she just wanted to show everything. Alison headed for Martin and took her drink. He did look hot, she decided, and she did like the idea of a younger man. She had regretted not going all the way with Mike yesterday. Perhaps Martin would make up for that? "Looking good, Ali! You looked fantastic out there," he blurted, keen to engage with her. She thanked him again for his compliments, trying to look as if she hadn't expected it. They made small talk for a few moments, then Ali suggested finding a seat. Martin led her keenly to a bench where they could sit together. He resumed complimenting her appearance. She saw that his chat-up was pretty one-dimensional, but that hardly mattered to her - it wasn't conversation she was here for. Besides, being told how hot she was by a handsome boy maybe fifteen years younger than her... She could handle that. She fluttered her mascara-laden lashes at him, genuinely enjoying the compliments. Alison crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up again. She was easily keeping Martin's attention - it seemed almost too easy, and she was interested to see if he was at all experienced. The alcohol was making her hornier still, and her throbbing pussy reminded her of what she was here for. "Do you like my lip-ring? My last boyfriend thought it got in the way a bit," she asked with faked innocence. No boyfriend of hers ever complained about her pierced lip, but it seemed a good way of moving on to the next level. "Oh it looks great," he said immediately, overly eager to please her. He clearly knew that Alison was out of his league really, and was desperate to take every chance he got to keep her attention. He pushed his luck a little. "I wouldn't mind it getting in the way." Alison raised one of her eyebrows in her well-practiced flirty glance, and pouted her soft, red lips. "Wanna try?" She leaned forward and he wasted no time, kissing her lightly at first, but then lengthening the kiss as she responded to him. He wasn't a great kisser, but Ali thrilled at the contact anyway. Letting herself go loose like this was so easy. She'd known she'd easily pull tonight, but her first kiss with this young man still sent excitement surging through her excitable body. "See, the ring's no problem really, is it?" she laughed, then slid closer to him on the bench, feeling her nipples harden as she did so. Martin put his drink down and moved his hand onto Ali's stockinged thigh. The next kiss was more serious, their tongues meeting and sliding as he caressed her thigh. She moaned gently, urging him on as his hand slid up under her skirt. Ali squirmed with delight as he felt the skin above her stocking tops, softer even than it had seemed on the dancefloor. Her pussy mostened and tingled excitedly at the proximity of his fingers. Martin was surprised at how far he'd got with this woman - and how quickly. She let him feel her ass while they kissed: it was delightfully big and soft, and she obviously loved having his hands on her. They paused to sip their drinks, then Martin touched her waist gently and Ali offered him her warm, wet mouth once again. After a few minutes of kissing with this young stranger, Alison was feeling desperately horny. It felt like his hands had been all over her. She was pressing her breasts against him, and had wrapped one of her thighs over his, her skirt riding high up as she did so. She supposed she was deliberately getting off with Martin in the same way she had with Jon, just because she'd loved it so much the night before. What she really wanted was a repeat of how it had ended up, after they'd left the bar. And why not, she asked herself - this was exactly what she was here for. With her nipples hard and her pussy wet, she could feel that desperate urge spreading through her body. She wanted it all over again. "Martin," she breathed into his ear. "Is there somewhere we can go?" He wouldn't need asking twice. "My car..." he offered. "I left it parked in the multi-storey, just next to here." Ali nodded eagerly. There was no more to be said. She didn't even bother to pull her outfit straight as they headed out of the club together, her rumpled top showing what kind of mood she was in. They hurried out past the doormen; Ali noticed the one who'd checked her out earlier, and felt herself flush slightly as he looked in her direction. She wondered if he worked out what was going on - he might have winked, or acknowledged her somehow; but instead he just stared until she was out of sight. The cool night air was an aphrodisiac, and it felt good to be out of the club's noisy atmosphere. She followed Martin into the car park, her heels clacking loudly on the concrete. Reaching his car, Martin opened the back doors and Ali giggled as they tumbled onto the back seat. Martin locked the doors and slid the front seats forward to create more room. They kissed clumsily, Ali pressing her hand against Martin's crotch. He was still hard, and breathing heavily. She could feel him twitching through his jeans: he was obviously very excited. She wriggled excitedly, catching a glimpse of herself in the car's window. She was all makeup and bare flesh, her breasts having been all but wrestled out of her little red top, the little shoulder straps now down around her elbows. She looked and felt cheap. She couldn't wait for this. She tugged gently at her top and her soft breasts squeezed out of her bra, the hard nipples exposed. It felt so good to let them out. "Suck me," she urged, and after staring for a moment Martin leant forward to do just that. Ali gasped with pleasure, letting out a delighted squeak as his teeth caught her. She loved everything about this, she thought, as he sucked at each of her hard nipples in turn. Martin buried his face in her breasts, licking and kissing. Ali groaned with pleasure, wanting more, and wanting it quickly. "Oh God, yeah," she muttered, surprising herself at how trashy her voice sounded in the still of the car park. She tried speaking again. "Fuck me!" She heard him fumbling with his belt and in a moment, his cock was against her stockinged thighs. She leaned backwards, wrapping her legs around him as he worked his way on top of her. They were lying awkwardly across the back seat now, and his weight was pressing down on her. She heard herself letting out little squeaks of excitement as they moved into position, Ali parting her legs to bring him closer to her. Her skirt was already up around her waist. Ali reached down and slid her little black panties to the side, showing him her wet pussy and trimmed hair. Martin wasted no time pushing his cock against her moist opening. She thrust her hips towards him, then grunted with pleasure as his cock slid deeper into her tight, wet hole. Ali spread her legs further apart, hearing her heel clatter against a window and letting out an excited whimper as she felt his hard, pulsing cock slide deeper inside her. Martin started to thrust awkwardly in the confined space of the car. Ali moaned and whimpered as her tight pussy started to get what it needed. The frustrating tightness now only increased her ecstacy as Martin's clumsy cock rammed it out of her. But even better than that, she was feeling like a cheap slut. They'd been in the car for barely two minutes before she'd let him fuck her. She didn't even know who he was. Like last night in the alleyway, she was behaving like a cheap tart. And like last night, that made her feel incredibly horny. Martin was grunting with pleasure, barely managing to control himself. She looked up at him, checking him out at close quarters. She hadn't cared who ended up with, but now he was turning her on. It was good to get it from a younger man for a change. Behind him, Ali glimpsed her own writhing legs. Her thighs and calves still looked classy and shapely in her stockings, but now they were spread apart and moving rhythmically as he fucked her. Again her high-heeled shoes clattered against the car window. She heard herself whimpering with excitement as her pleasure built towards an orgasm. She'd reached her peak so easily. Waves of delight swept through her, and she jerked underneath Martin's body. She felt her pussy twitching around the hard cock buried inside her, and cried out in delight. Martin groaned with lust and pulled out of her, trying to keep from coming after how her tight pussy had squeezed him. It was no use: the sight of Ali lying back in his car with her clubbing gear wrenched aside for fucking was too much for him. She watched delightedly, breathing heavily as this young stranger shuddered and spurted his thick jet of semen across her quivering thigh. Just when she thought he'd finished, he let out another hot white spurt, which this time dribbled onto her calf. ***** They both regained their breath, leaning back and relaxing in the seat. Alison took a wicked delight in the sight of Martin's cum on her dark black stockings. She didn't see any point in covering up and stretched out a little, enjoying the trampy state she was in. The afterglow-chat was sparse, and she was glad of that. There wasn't much she wanted to say right now. Martin stared at Alison's sexy legs as she pulled her stocking straight. "Look what you've done, you bad boy," she laughed. Ali had made no attempt to disguise how much she'd wanted sex, but she was comfortable with that. This way, there was no pretence. She'd got what she wanted, but it had been all too brief. She wondered if Martin would be up for it again. Having pulled such a young man, she might as well take advantage of that. The conversation between them was surface-deep: there was no real connection between them. All they had in common was a desire for sex. Ali went with that, flirting with him again. She posed cutely in her wanton state, asking what he thought of her shoes, whether he liked the way she'd coloured her hair; it wasn't hard to keep his attention. It didn't take long before he kissed her, and Ali felt her body responding to him eagerly. He felt her breasts as they tongued. Martin pinched her hardening nipples and Ali wriggled, her top still rumpled, her stockings smeared with cum, her panties wet and reeking of her juices. She reached down and felt his cock: he was hard already. She moved her slender fingers up and down his shaft, playing with him like a new toy. He groaned, his eyes roving all over her sexy body in the dim light that filtered in from the car park's lighting. Ali stooped, her pretty face lowering towards his cock. She touched it lightly with the tip of her tongue, then gave it a couple of long, slow, deliberate licks. Martin groaned, muttering, "Fuck - yeah!" as she sucked on his salty tip. But she didn't take him into her mouth, instead just playing with her lip-ring, circling it around his cock head, using her tongue at the same time. He liked that: she could feel him writhing. Feeling dirty was spurring Alison on again. She wanted another fucking now. "Oops, sorry!" she giggled flirtily. "My little ring is getting in the way after all." He grinned at her as she continued in her mock-innocent voice. "I suppose you'll just have to fuck me instead." As he reacted by sitting up, Ali turned around and glanced back over her shoulder. "It won't get in the way if I turn around like this." Ali knelt sideways on the car seat, and Martin positioned himself behind her. It wasn't easy moving around, but soon she found herself with her skirt still around her waist, her plump arse pointing right at Martin. She enjoyed feeling him slide hands all over her ass, just as he'd done in the club. Ali moaned, feeling exposed. She felt him tug her wet panties to the side, and quivered as she felt his fingers tracing across her pussy. She stayed put, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. She moaned gently, gazing out of the window into the dank car park, feeling the car seat against her knees. Ali parted her legs as she felt him moving into position behind her. He fingered her pussy again, rubbing her clit gently. Then she felt his shaft against her soft inner thighs, just above her stockings. The cock-head she'd just been licking pressed against her pussy. She was still fairly tight, and she heard Martin gasp as he forced his way into her. It felt so good to be entered from behind that Ali cried out forcefully, her flirty and fanciful mood suddenly gone. "Fuck me hard!" she urged him, then grunted loudly as he did just that. Her pussy was tight around his cock again. This time though, Martin didn't come so quickly. Ali let out a deep groan of satisfaction as he went deeper into her with each thrust. Then his thighs slapped against her arse. The slapping of skin on skin became rhythmic and the noise filled the car, which was now rocking in time to their movement. The sound reminded her of what had happened in the alleyway the night before. Ali looked back over her shoulder, letting him see her lick her red lips. He was concentrating on her body though, feeling her thighs, her stocking-tops, the soft olive-toned skin above, and mauling her quivering arse as he fucked her. Alison felt herself overwhelmed by sensation: his thighs against hers, her wet stockings clinging to her, her knees digging into the car seat, his hands on her arse, his cock moving roughly in her aching, twitching pussy. She was crying out in delight, parting her thighs further for him, arching her back, feeling her tits swinging beneath her. Martin paused briefly to make himself more comfortable, and Ali could hear her own breath in the quiet of the car park. Then she let out a little mew of delight as he started fucking her as roughly as before, the slapping sound filling the car again, his cock stretching her to the limit. Ali was being pushed forward into a corner of the car seat by his thrusts, and all she could do now was take the rough fucking. Her face was reflected in the car window, contorted in delight. Wisps of red hair were strewn across her cheeks, but she could see herself clearly. She looked so tarty, her heavy blusher and mascara sitting well with her debauched expression, her mouth wide open with pleasure. Her flirtily-shaped eyebrows gave a cute slant to the filthy look on her face. She watched her own expressions as Martin fucked her, turned on by how cheap she looked. Her breath began to steam the window. Alison reflected on how she'd got into this situation. She'd bought and worn her skimpy clothes, made herself up like a tart, danced like a slut in the nightclub - all to get here, and it had been so easy to get what she wanted. She could feel an orgasm building up inside her as she delighted in what she was doing. It was not even 24 hours since she'd let that other guy fuck her in the alley... God, she thought, she was such a slag... It felt so good... Martin slapped her arse, jerking his cock deeper into her. It hurt her a little, and she gasped as pain mixed exquisitely with her desperate pleasure. Ali closed her eyes as her orgasm overwhelmed her, hearing herself almost shriek with delight. She'd reached her second peak of the night, and her body was alive with pleasure. She didn't move, wanting to hold onto the feeling for as long as possible. Martin kept fucking her, slowly now, getting off on the inside of her tight, twitching pussy. The slapping sound was slower, but what he was doing still felt good to her. She felt him building towards his climax. He was obviously getting off on her, and now she started to feel used. She saw her face in the window again, flushed red with pleasure. She looked as cheap as she felt. Martin groaned and shuddered, reaching his climax deep inside Alison's nubile body. She felt him pump his hot cum into her, feeling deliciously sleazy. Now she was properly fucked all right. Martin stayed inside her, hardly moving now that he'd finished, gathering his breath, still enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh so close to him. Finally he pulled out of her and the pair collapsed uncomfortably across the car seat. ***** They caught their breath for a few minutes, relaxing again. It was obvious they'd finished with each other now, and Alison started thinking about leaving. Her stockings were ruined, frayed at the knees and stained with Martin's cum. She unclipped her shoe straps and rolled them off, showing Martin her bare legs for the first time. He watched appreciatively. "They look great without stockings too," he told her. She almost believed him too. Well, she didn't have the option of wearing them any more. She dropped them on the car floor, then slipped her shoes back into place, bending to re-fasten the straps. Maybe she'd still look good as she went on her way. Alison spent a minute correcting her makeup, then quickly pulled her clothes into place. Martin offered to take her home, but Ali didn't fancy that. "I left my coat in the club," she explained. "I live right near, anyway, so I'll walk." With that, she kissed the cheek of her latest lover and stepped out into the car park. ***** Ali made made her way out of the car park. As they had earlier, her heels clacked loudly on the concrete floor, but now her pace was more leisurely. There was a comfortable change in her body too. She was still horny, but she felt more comfortable with it, a little less desperate. Walking along the street felt awkward at first, as her pussy still throbbed with pleasure and relief. She soon got used to it, and she swayed sexily along. Her legs were cooled by the night air, reminding her how much more was on show. Glancing down, she again thought that she looked cheaper without the cover of stockings. Nonetheless, she found herself drawn back to the club. It would take nerve to go back in, but she fancied another drink - and there was always her coat to collect. Alison saw one of the doormen she recognised from before - the black guy who'd eyed her up as she queued to get in before. The queue was gone now. "Hey, mind if I go back and get my coat? I forgot it," she asked him. He looked up at her, recognising her. "No re-entry, lady," he laughed as she pouted. "But maybe just for you." He looked her over appreciatively, just as he'd done earlier. Ali smiled to herself, thinking that she'd already had one re-entry this evening. A quizzical look crossed his face. "Tights before, wasn't it?" Alison blushed - he'd remembered her. "The dancefloor was too hot. Had to get them off." She threw in a flirty glance for good measure. Then she smoothed her short, pleated skirt down over her smooth thighs as she shifted them together, as if to cover up a little. She blew him a kiss. Loose Weekend (Saturday Night) The doorman laughed - a deep, sexy laugh, Ali noticed. "Well, that does it for me. All right, go get your coat, but don't tell anyone I let you back in for free." She blew him a kiss as she slinked back into the club. ***** Once inside, the noisy atmosphere overwhelmed her again. Ali headed for the bar first, and ordered a drink. It was just what she needed after getting laid, and she knocked it back quickly. Almost immediately, she noticed that she was getting a lot of lustful looks from men. She felt overexposed now. She knew she looked hot - that had been the point of squeezing herself into this tight outfit. But if she'd looked semi-respectable with her black stockings then now, she supposed, her short skirt and high heels just made her look cheap - especially combined with the amount of cleavage she was showing. She seemed to be attracting even more stares than she had earlier in the night. After a minute or two, Alison felt too obvious just standing at the bar. Well, she could get her coat and go home - she'd got what she wanted tonight. Or, she could enjoy herself a bit longer, and have a little dance. That seemed more fun; after all, why not get the most out of the night? She felt like strutting her stuff again, now that she wasn't so frustrated. As she hit the dancefloor, Ali moved sexually, gyrating to the music, moving her curvy figure with an undeserved grace. It was fun to dance so soon after sex, and she moved suggestively. Her pussy felt much better now, no longer aching and tight. God, she'd needed it so much! She loved the sleazy way she'd been fucked, and loved being back on the dancefloor already. There was no denying that this was what she'd wanted from the night. One or two men tried to catch Ali's eye, and she enjoyed being eyed up again. She knew she looked like a cheap tart out on the pull. Her flirty red top did nothing to hide her gently bouncing cleavage as she started to bump and grind again, shaking her plump arse and wiggling her bare waist. Her skirt was riding high on her strong thighs, and she was drawing looks from any number of boys as she worked her way around the floor. She was glad she'd come back to the club - tarting around like this was still so much fun! Ali let one guy move in on her, and jiggled her breasts for him. He wasn't that hot, but she enjoyed the tease. She ran her hands over her thigh, then turned and, with a mischevous wiggle, strutted away from him. With a cheeky glance over her shoulder, she checked that he hadn't followed her. She was enjoying this process of dancing and teasing, it made her feel like an object of desire. Ali wondered what would happen if she actually got up close with someone. She had only been out tonight for a quick screw, and she'd had that already. But she still felt up for the party, and she was starting to enjoy having all these blokes after her ... She'd kissed two guys last night, and it had turned her on. So why not try for a second man tonight? She was enjoying feeling loose and available, after all... She noticed a dark-haired guy who looked decent enough to her: about her age, and definitely checking her out. She moved towards him, and they started to dance together. They exchanged names: he was called Jack, and he eyed her up hungrily. Ali wiggled her hips, loving the appreciative way Jack's eyes followed her. He had short hair and a strong build: not bad, she decided. He looked pretty sexy. She bounced around in front of him for a while, watching his eyes follow her jiggling cleavage. She'd definitely be able to pull this guy, if she wanted him. She smiled sexily back at him, happy to wait for now. ***** After a while Ali shouted to Jack that she'd be right back and headed for the ladies toilets. On the way, she wondered to herself whether she wanted to take this latest encounter further - maybe it was time to head home after all? But she still felt excited by what she was doing. She was fresh from her sleazy encounter with Martin, and still tarting her way around the nightclub. She felt charged, and horny - her panties were wet with the excitement of the dancefloor, and she knew she wanted more. She applied fresh lipstick and thickened her mascara, then smoothed down her top to make sure it was as revealing as before. She looked hot, and couldn't wait to show herself off - to Jack, or to whoever else might be looking. Her doubts passed and she headed back towards the dancefloor. Suddenly, Ali found herself face to face with the doorman who'd let her back in. "Hey!" he reached out to touch her bare arm. "I thought you were just getting your coat?" He was jovial of course, gently holding her in place. "If you decided to stay, you should have told me." "Oh? And why's that?" Ali laughed in his face as he stared down her top. It was obvious now that he fancied her. His grip was gentle, but firm. "'Cos I'd have bought you a drink," he laughed. "The doors are closed now, so I'm not so busy." He smiled cheekily. "Can I get you one now, er..?" "Ali. Yes please." She smiled sweetly, and followed him to the bar. Up close she remembered how attractive he'd looked, overseeing the club queue. He was around her age, but several inches taller. Pretty well built too, she thought... She noticed his shirt was undone quite low, showing off a muscular torso, and dark black skin - wow, she thought, he really was hot! Maybe the dancefloor could wait for a bit, after all. As they queued at the bar, the doorman introduced himself as Jay. He seemed very confident with her, and Ali realised he'd targeted her as an easy lay. She blushed when he looked down at her legs - she felt exposed under his gaze. Her heart pounded as she wondered what was going to happen. She could feel her nipples harden into tingling points as she watched him pay the barman. Jay handed Ali her drink and they found a place to stand, away from the bar. "So," he turned to her. "Not too hot then?- Not lost any more clothes?" His question knocked Ali off her stride, but she loved his chat-up at the same time. She laughed, trying not to show him the sudden nervousness that gripped her. She giggled with delight as he glanced down at her bare waist. She sipped at the drink he gave her, and decided to go with the flow. "I was thinking about it. This top's so restrictive." She indicated her soft cleavage, which she'd already pushed out to her best advantage. "But there's nowhere a girl can go for a private moment around here." She was surprised at her own innuendo, but this guy was such a turn-on. Jay smiled at her sexily. "There is, you know, Ali..." he said, taking another long look down at her bare legs. She almost quivered, the tension between them growing by the moment." There's the staff changing room. It'll be empty now, and I've got a key." Ali caught her breath - she knew what he was proposing. Suddenly, she'd got herself in deep with this sexy doorman. Ali pouted with mock indignation, and saw him notice her lip ring as she did so. "Oh really - and you think I'll come with you, just like that?" It was a leading question - she was looking for a flirty answer as she winked and raised an eyebrow suggestively. He sucked in a breath. "Well, judging by your clothes..." He made a show of looking her over, as he had when he'd first seen her in the queue. She felt his eyes appraising her. "It looks like tonight's party night for you, Ali - am I right?" She tittered girlishly, a clear admission that she was up for anything he suggested. She felt flattered, and horny. Also, she hadn't been with a black guy for years, and he was pretty hot... " OK, why not show me your little VIP room?" She offered him her hand, which he took and led her to a quiet corner. Sure enough, he unlocked a door just inside the staff area and led her inside. Jay flicked a light on, and locked the door behind them. Ali felt excited and cornered as he turned to her. He touched her bare arms and they kissed, a flick of tongues confirming their intentions. Alison felt exposed, and almost trembled as she felt his hand under her short skirt, groping gently at her arse. "You're so beautiful," he said earnestly, before they kissed a second time, more seriously now. Alison was flattered, and up for anything. She enjoyed the taste of her new man, and reached out to feel his muscular chest. He was exciting her, and being alone with him like this was turning her on. The sound of the club was muffled inside the small room, lending the place a sleazy atmosphere. There was a small bench and a locker, but little else. They sat together on the bench, their hands and lips exploring one another eagerly. Jay reminded Ali of how exposed she was in her outfit by gently stroking the curves of her full breasts. She remembered her thoughts on the dancefloor: she looked like an easy club chick. He obviously thought the same, and it was getting her more of what she wanted. She moaned to encourage him, and wriggled as he felt her up. He kissed her again, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and she felt her nipples harden under his hand as he clutched at her. Ali lifted a long, bare leg over his waist, digging the heel of her shoe gently into his thigh. He groaned with lust, staring at the full curve of her shapely calf. Jay pushed up her skirt, caressing her waist, then wrenched down her top. His fingers clawed at her bra. She gasped with delight as he ducked his head to lick her breasts. In a moment, he had a hard nipple in his mouth. Ali cried out with excitement, then felt him move on to her other breast. He was more practised, more assured, more experienced than Martin had been. He was sending hot sexy thrills through her body, and her pleasure was building. She wiggled her hips, and in response as Jay slid his hand up her firm thigh, stroking her wet pussy through her little black panties. "Oh yeah," Jay groaned. "I was right - you're out to party tonight, girl." He rubbed the thin, damp material against Ali's clitoris, sending a shock of pleasure through her. She felt like putty in his hands, ready to do anything he wanted. Her nipples were tingling, her pussy burning with pleasure, and she felt horny as hell. Jay was showing her just what a cheap tart she would be for him. When Jay paused for a moment, Ali sank downwards until her bare knees rested on the cold, hard tiles of the floor. She tugged at his belt. He undid his trousers to help her, and Ali pulled down his boxer shorts. His cock was hard already, good and long, and pretty thick too. He was bigger than Martin, that was for sure - guiltily, Ali realised he was also bigger than Nick, her regular lover. She'd never sucked a black cock before, and could hardly wait to get started. Ali looked up at Jay: already his face looked different, almost contorted in the anticipation of pleasure. Ali let his cock slap gently against her face, and felt a drip of his pre-cum smear onto her cheek. She'd sucked Mike off in the toilets of a bar only yesterday, but somehow this was more exciting. Mike had been cute, but Jay called out to her more primal womanly needs. He was already hard, and his black cock twitched against Ali's face. He was pretty impressive, she thought, and thrilled in the knowledge that this hard, throbbing cock was all for her. She lifted her head slightly, then eagerly took him into her wet mouth. She sucked gently, rocking her face against his thigh and taking him into her bulging cheek. Her red lips clamped around him tightly. Ali glanced up at Jay's face, looking him in the eye as he stared down at her, groaning. She bobbed her head, letting her dyed red hair bounce around her shoulders, sucking him off brazenly. She tongued his shaft, dragging her lip ring across him. Jay groaned as he watched her, letting Ali show him what a slag she was. She loved the sleazy atmosphere in the room, so near to the clubbers that she could hear the music, but hidden away and somehow secret as she sucked his cock and played with his balls. Jay had pulled Ali's breasts out of her bra, and she fondled them first with one hand, then for a moment with both. With her head relatively still for a moment, Jay began to move his hips, gently forcing his cock a little further into her mouth. Ali felt her cheek bulge a little more. He tasted as good as he looked, and Ali loved the feel of his hard cock fucking her wet, slutty mouth. Sucking Jay's cock was getting Ali off, and her pussy felt desperate for some action. She moved her hand down between her parted thighs, rubbing her wet panties against her clitoris and her warm opening. She might have just been fucked in the car park, but she really needed this. She wriggled on her knees as she felt dirty, delicious thrills pulsing from between her legs, sending a moment's relief through her body. She frigged herself determinedly, feeling the excitement of an orgasm not far away and, for a moment, wanting to come in this sordid position. Looking down at Ali's slutty performance, Jay decided that now was the time to fuck her. There seemed no point waiting: he hadn't mentioned that he wasn't the only one with a key to this room, and didn't want anyone spoiling his fun. The sound of beats filtering into the room from the club was a reminder that time was passing. Jay leaned back, popping his glistening cock out of Ali's slurping mouth. "Stand up," he told her, and her shoes clattered on the tiles as she staggered to her feet. She'd shown him that she'd do pretty much anything, and now he was treating her just like the slut she wanted to be. Ali reached under her short skirt and pulled her sodden panties down over her bare legs, then stepped out of them. Jay moved in on her, pressing her gently but firmly against a wall. He felt her body straining against his as he thumbed her nipples, then pressed his hard cock between her thighs. Ali glanced up at him, making sex-kitten eyes at him. She wriggled onto the tip of his hard cock, almost letting it penetrate her, looking him in the eye as she did so. She was flushed with lust, her plum hair matted against her cheek, her breathing heavy, her breasts shining with Jay's saliva. She'd lost some sucking on his cock, but otherwise her face was still caked in makeup. Ali cried out as Jay moved his hips forward, shoving his cock into her tight opening. He was halfway in, but his first thrust took him no further. She wriggled against him, urging him on, but he'd stopped to feel her smooth thighs as they wrapped around him. She felt a moment's frustration, then sudden shock as he gripped them hard and, lifted her up, pushing her against the wall. In one movement she felt her feet leave the ground and Jay's hard cock sink deep into her. He held her still against the wall as his cock entered her up to the hilt and her bare legs stuck out behind him. Ali was overcome with delight as Jay stuffed her full. She wrapped her bare legs around his arse as he started to hump her. Feeling Jay pressed hard against her, breathing in his sexy man scent, Ali felt the excitement of the moment begin to overwhelm her. Within a couple of strokes she was seeing stars. Jay recognised the tight clamping of her pussy and knew she was coming. Little squeals escaped her lips and filled the room as she writhed, perched against his hard cock, loving the feel of his strong body holding her still against the wall. It was no surprise to him that she had come so easily. She'd done everything else easily too. When her orgasm subsided, Jay began to thrust into her again, more assuredly this time. Her pussy wasn't so restrictive now. Ali felt herself riding on waves of delight, feeling like a well-used slut as Jay fucked her, slow and dirty against the wall. He pushed her body upwards with each in-stroke, then pulled out and let her groin slap down heavily onto his. Since his hands were on her thighs and ass, Ali played with her own breasts. Jay watched at first, then dipped his face into them once again: with a face-full of Ali's soft flesh as well as filling her pussy, he knew he would not last for long. This girl was letting him do everything. She felt sopping wet as he glided easily in and out of her. Her pussy slurped hungrily as he made the most of her, slowing his pace he closed in on his climax. The room resonated with the dull booms from the club. They moved purposefully against one another now, Ali's moans deepening as Jay fucked her slow and dirty. She was still riding on little waves of pleasure from her orgasm. She felt gorgeously cheap and used. It was barely an hour since she'd left Martin's car and danced around the club in her little outfit, only to end up pinned against this wall by a dark-skinned stranger... At last, Jay cried out and Ali watched delightedly as his face showed his ecstasy. She felt his cock pumping again and again, filling her hot pussy, delighting her still more. Finally Jay slowed his pace and stayed inside her, gently twitching. She felt impaled on his cock as his noises tailed off. Jay lowered her to the ground and his cock slipped out of her. Ali let her skirt flop back down, covering her well-fucked pussy. She giggled as he struggled to pull himself together, but he was less concerned with her now. She drank down the remains of her drink, feeling light-headed as the mixture of excitement and alcohol combined inside her. Ali pulled her bra back into place and smoothed her top down over her tender breasts. It was hard not to look ruffled after what had just happened, but at least she made the attempt. She took tissue from her bag, dabbed his cum from her face and dried her pussy. After plastering her lipstick back on, she brushed her hair and put on more blusher for good measure. Then she was ready to go, and turned to Jay. He'd taken a long breather, and was only now straightening his clothes again. "So, can I still stay in the club for a while longer? I don't want to go home just yet, like I said." she asked with mock innocence. She nibbled on her finger and made wide eyes at him. Jay laughed deeply in response."Sure. But don't forget your knickers. You know how I warned you about losing your clothes." He indicated Ali's little panties, still on the floor where they'd fallen. Alison turned the key and grasped the door handle. "I only just got dried off - I can't put those back on, they're all wet." She gave him one last sexy tease. "You keep them," she pouted. With that, she flounced out of the room, and back into the dark corridor that led to the public part of the club. A moment later she was back among the strobelights, the coloured lights playing off her shining, sweaty flesh as she made her way through the crowds of revellers. ***** Alison was buzzing with delight as she moved through the crowds. She'd got exactly what she wanted from the night. Yesterday she'd proved she could just go out and enjoy herself without any strings attached; tonight she was realising it didn't have to be a one-off. After what Jay had done to her, Ali felt completely different. All the pent-up frustration was gone, and she felt like a hot, sexually charged and active woman again. After last night, she'd already been feeling horny and dirty. Now after two men in one night she felt even more like a free and easy slut. It was a feeling she couldn't help but love. She checked herself in one of the nightclub's decorative mirrors. Her hair was ruffled and her face still flushed through her heavy makeup; she looked cheap and sexy. She checked her clothes: her flimsy red top was showing off plenty of her aching, olive-hued cleavage. She was a bit sticky as her own sweat - and probably Jay's too - made her top cling to her figure, so she was showing off plenty of her smooth, plump midriff. Her skirt was tight around her ass now but it still covered the top of her thighs. At least she knew she wasn't going to be flashing her pussy, even though she'd left her panties behind.