What Happened with the Club Bouncer That Afternoon
I saw him for the first time at midday, in the café attached to a well-known nightclub on the Lloret coast. He was sitting on a barstool, devouring an enormous sandwich with a pitcher of beer beside him. He was wearing only a pair of tight bermuda shorts that showed every centimeter of his thighs and a tank top so open that half his torso was on display. He had more muscle than any guy I’d ever seen in the gym, and that’s saying something, because I go three times a week.
By the look of him, he seemed Eastern European. Platinum-blond hair, very light eyes, and he must have been around six-two. A giant of a man, no beating around the bush.
That afternoon I missed my chance to flutter around him, let my charms do the work, and send him a clear message that I was available. But I went into the bathroom, and when I came out, his stool was empty. I was pissed off with myself for letting the opportunity slip and promised I’d go back the next day to see if I could find him again.
That same night, when I left the perfume store where I worked during the summer season, I saw him standing at the nightclub entrance. He was wearing a dark suit and a white shirt open almost to the navel, exposing abs that made every woman walking past slow down. On the lapel of his jacket, a badge flashed the word SECURITY. Who was going to have the balls to start trouble with that wardrobe-sized man at the door?
I stood frozen on the pavement staring at him, feeling my panties soak through. In that moment I decided I had to fuck him at all costs, even if I had to come on to him in the most shameless way imaginable and offer him sex on my terms, let him do me however and wherever he wanted. I got home with his muscles burned into my retinas, stripped, and stepped into the shower. I aimed the stream of hot water at my pussy and came twice in a row imagining him taking me from behind, not stopping as he spanked me.
***
The next morning, before leaving for work, I put a tiny denim skirt in a bag, a white T-shirt made of thin cotton, low-cut in front and open halfway down one side, which without a bra leaves my breasts bouncing and makes my nipples show through. I also packed my burgundy patent-leather stilettos, twelve centimeters high.
That afternoon, before closing the perfume shop, I changed in the stockroom. The outfit left no doubt about what I was after. I walked to the café with a determined stride, took a quick look at the bar, and there he was, with his beer pitcher, just like the day before. I picked a table right across from him and sat sideways, so anyone looking would get a panoramic view of my body.
The waiter appeared at once. While he talked to my tits from above, I asked for a beer and some calamari. When he came back with my drink, I asked whether the muscle head at the bar worked there. He gave a sly smile and said yes, he was security for the café and the nightclub. My instincts hadn’t failed me.
As soon as the waiter wandered back to the bar, I saw the two of them whispering and looking over at my table. I took the moment to spread my legs, hold them open for a couple of seconds, and then close them again, giving them a fine view of the black thong I’d put on. That always attracts males like flies to honey.
When the waiter disappeared behind the bar, the big guy was still staring at me without even trying to hide it. I opened my thighs again to offer him another panorama of what I was obviously putting on a plate for him. He picked up his pitcher, eyes never leaving my crotch, and came over to my table.
—Andrei —he said, holding out a hand to me.
—Marina —I replied.
Standing there and so close, with me seated, he seemed even bigger. He sat down beside me and leaned into my ear. At the same time, he covered one breast with his hand, a hand so big it wrapped around it completely.
—Do you like rough sex? —he asked.
—What I don’t like is boring sex —I answered.
He slid his hand down my side and rested it on my thigh. He started moving it upward, never taking his eyes off mine, until he reached my pussy. I let him do it, without a single complaint. I picked up the beer pitcher and finished it in one swallow while I closed my legs and trapped his hand between my thighs. He did the same with his pitcher. Then he stood, took me by the wrist, and motioned for me to follow him.
***
We didn’t go far. He took a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked a side door of the nightclub, the one marked for staff only. He locked it behind me and led me upstairs. We went into an office with one entire wall of smoked glass and a view of the beach.
He pressed my back against the glass and lifted my skirt to my waist. He traced the elastic edge of my thong with a finger, pushed it aside, and felt the entrance to my cunt. I lifted his shirt and licked his nipples, which were at my face level. I sucked and bit them calmly while I worked his cock over his pants. He was already starting to stiffen.
He slipped in one finger, checked how wet I was, and immediately added a second. He pressed upward, flattening my clit with the pad of his thumb. I hadn’t paid attention to his hands, but they were strong, with thick fingers. I felt him filling me from the inside and, at the same time, that point at the apex was driving me insane. There was no tenderness, no foreplay like between partners. It was sex for sex’s sake. The rougher, the hotter.
As soon as he heard my first moan, he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me as if I didn’t weigh the fifty-six kilos I do, and threw me over his shoulder like a sack. He slipped one arm between my legs, set them on his shoulders, and brought my pussy up to his mouth. He pushed my ass against his face, crushed me against the glass, and started licking my sex in circles, as if he wanted to clean me with his tongue. All he managed was to soak me even more.
—I want you to come only once —he said, pulling his mouth away for a second. —I don’t want to wear the party out before its time. What I’m after is to get you so soaked I can shove it all the way in in one go.
And he got back to work.
I would have liked to tell him I was completely on board, but his tongue was killing me. I tried to hold off the orgasm as long as I could, but I couldn’t. When I could stand it no longer, I let myself go in one long, intense climax, and he took advantage of it to clamp my clit between his teeth and bite down carefully.
***
He waited until I’d caught my breath, running his tongue lightly over my pussy. Once I was relaxed again, but desperate to come once more because the first time had left me wanting, he slid me against his body until my feet were on the floor. He told me to suck his cock so it would be nice and hard when he put it in me.
I pulled down his pants and underwear. I was surprised to find his pubic hair shaved clean. I took one of his balls into my mouth first; it was big, but I had no trouble with it, I’m used to opening wider than I should when I feel like it. Then I grabbed his cock with both hands. It had so many veins it looked like the bumps on a cucumber. I drooled at the thought that in a moment I’d have it inside me, stretching me open from the inside, and with that image in my head I took the tip into my mouth and started jacking him off hungrily, swallowing a little more each time. I needed him to fuck me as soon as possible.
He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me upright. He took a condom from his pants pocket, put it on, pressed my back to the glass, and pushed my hips forward to make me stick my ass out. He found the entrance to my pussy with his and drove forward with such force that, if he hadn’t held me, I would have fallen. Without giving me a chance to recover from the shock, he pulled out and shoved back in again and again, yanking my hips toward him with every thrust. My body was going to explode.
He started twisting my nipples until I saw stars, never stopping fucking me. From there he moved on to slapping my breasts with his open hand, from top to bottom, until it felt as if pins were being driven into my nipples. He had to hold me up when I came; my legs weren’t able to support my own weight.
***
He picked me up and set me standing on a chair. He made me lean on the backrest, with my back to him, and started licking my ass. He slipped a finger into my pussy, used it as lubricant, and slowly pushed it into my asshole. When he saw I was receptive, he took me back to the glass wall, made me stick my ass out, and started spanking me. Once my butt cheeks were red, he shoved it in from behind without any mercy.
He lifted me up, pressing my body against the glass. We both knew that if anyone looked up from the beach, they’d see me exposed and have no doubt about what he was doing to me. Instead of stopping me, the idea turned me on even more.
I couldn’t stand the pressure in my bladder. Right before I came, I lost control and leaked. He took advantage of it to ram it in hard, all the way, several times in a row, driving me to the top. I was exhausted, I couldn’t keep taking him inside me, but he kept going until my body responded again and I came once more. Only then did he pull out. He took me in his arms and sat me down on the chair.
He took off the condom and, brandishing his cock in front of my face, told me to finish him off with my mouth. Grateful for everything I’d gotten, I took him with both hands and shoved him in as far as I could, jerking him off at the same time. Despite the half hour he’d spent fucking me, he still hadn’t come. When he did, it was a huge ejaculation. I had to let the semen spill from the corner of my lips so I wouldn’t choke. Then I ran my tongue along the shaft to gather what had escaped and took him back into my mouth to suck him clean. When I pulled away, my jaw hurt.
***
He told me where the bathroom was and I cleaned myself up just enough so I wouldn’t walk out into the street smelling of sex and cum. He gave me my time. When I came out, he went into the restroom for a minute and came back two minutes later. He took my hand and we went downstairs together. Outside, he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. It was the first time he’d kissed me all night. He told me it had been a pleasure fucking me.
I left with a sore ass, a stinging cunt, and a smile that wouldn’t go away. That night I slept like a log, more satisfied than I’d been in months. A few days later I passed by the nightclub again on my way home from work. Andrei was still there, with his dark suit and his SECURITY badge. We met each other’s eyes. He smiled, I smiled back, and kept walking. Some confessions are told once and kept forever.
