The night was young by her standards - only about two - and it was Friday night, after all. The best ones don’t even come out looking until midnight. And when they came, she would be there. Lapping it up. Just the thought of their sticky goo made her quiver with delight. The disco was famous - it was so exclusive even many celebrities couldn’t get in, but she never had a problem. Everyone who worked there knew her and her obsession and no one stood in her way. Certainly indian not the club’s owner. She was all too happy to oblige him too because this was where the hunting was best. Bad girl, bad girl... Donna Summer was telling her. Uh huh, she thought. Bad girl, all right. That’s what I am. All told, since eleven p.m. - a scant two hours - she had gratified fifteen men inside the club in the same way. She had sucked them off, either in a corner of the room, or in their booths, crawling under their tables after exchanging a furtive glance, then unzipping their flys and taking their members in her insatiable, hot hungry mouth; two of them she had done together, in the dark room down a hallway, next to the storage room. A friend who worked at the club showed it to her once, telling her it was unused and usually left unlocked, but she really preferred not to use it. It was only when they became worried about being seen that she took them there, finding it all a bother really; the real thrill for her was to take a man nearly in plain sight of the others in the club, nudging them back against the wall into the darkest recesses of the disco, reaching down to rub their hardness with her hand while excitedly thrusting her tongue into their eager mouths... Yes, the room wasn’t really what she wanted. She liked the thrill of being seen, and no one cared. In fact, it was great for her to be seen - guys would see a stacked blonde woman with her tits showing, jerking some strangers’ dork off into her mouth in the dimly lit room, and who could resist? She’d happily do them too. Some nights there were so many she lost count, and that made her angry, because knowing how many was one of the best parts. The most she could remember sucking in one night was one hundred and nine, but technically that wasn’t in one night - that was between ten p.m. Friday night and about five a.m. Sunday, and she had simply stayed in the club almost the entire weekend, going from cock to cock to cock, room to room, into the private parts of the club with her special pass, sucking as many dicks as she could. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her pussy or fuck her that night. I trembled, my clit throbbing as Ji-Yun's tongue fluttered against my bud. My orgasm surged through me. My reward. And her pussy had a mat of indian dark hair on it. I stare as I see her smiling with what looks to be her friends. I didn’t know how to deal with this situation. A cold chill went down Lizzie's spine as she heard and felt a giggle escape her pussy's lips. He ran around the car to catch her before she fell down. You grunt and I let you rest for a second getting used to my size. None of us spoke for a long while, not until Kim stopped sobbing and shaking. Martin tugged at his tie, letting it hang loosely from his neck as he ran his fingers through his hair, yawning off the days work, headed to the coffee machine to get himself a mug of the good stuff before Adrianne got home from school. I couldn’t help it.