Angela swayed casually, as she danced that night in Diamond club, which lies two blocks away from the gym she owed with her old friend Mark. Her eyes darted towards him at the bar, and she smiled. He was handsome as hell, although he was in his late forties now. His gray hair flew freely, with a strand falling to his eyebrow. His blue eyes wide and not focusing on a particular sight around him, as he sipped his beer. A hard press against her back made her grin, and she turned to face one of the men she was dancing with. His wide grin met hers, and he embraced her hips with his muscular forearms, and pressed her tight to his thick bulge. She moved her pelvis between his hands sensually, and grind against his arousal licking her lips. They kept moving together for moments, before another man pulled her from behind to his embrace. She chuckled and leaned back to his chest, holding his hands firmly to her lower belly. They danced as a one body for longer moments, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy when she felt another hard body pressing against her front. She felt her body prickles and wetness pooling between her folds, as the two muscular bodies massaged her little body between them. Her nipples erected, and her big breasts pressed hard against the man teasing her front. She raised her arms to his chest and moaned, when his hand moved between her legs to the apex of her thighs and caressed her pants zipper slowly. She opened her eyes and winked, "You're naughty."
He laughed, "I love it when you writhe from my touch."
She pulled his head down so she can whisper to him, "I love what you make to me, to make me writhe."
He raised her off the ground and groaned, "I want you, now, Angie."
She licked his ear, "Not tonight. I have some paperwork to finish with Mark."
He raised her leg around his hip and murmured, "Finish it tomorrow. Now. I need you to finish me."
She shrugged and moved away from him to press her body to a third guy, "You know me better than that, Ivan."
He shook his head, and spanked her gently, "Little minx."
She laughed, and continued dancing with men. Most of them were guys from her gym. One or two might be from the club clients, who have joined them for minutes then pulled away after having a few moments of intimate dancing with her. She was in her early forties, but her little body and innocent face never told her real age. Her blonde hair was raised up in a ponytail with a few strands smoothly flowing around her face. Her gray eyes wide and innocent, though inviting each man she peers at to have her wildly. Her small and straight nose overlying small and bulky lips that were very expert handling the cock of strongest men in her gym. Her body was lean and small of only five feet and four inches, but also was strong and flexible from the daily aerobic classes, she gives in the gym. And the part she hated most of her body was her breasts. Which where unreasonably big, in relation to her tiny body. She had always thought of them as an inherited curse, that her mother has passed to her. She always had a problem during buying her dresses because of them. The biggest problem was with her swimming suits. Her ex-husband always mocked at them, that she thought about having a plastic surgery to get rid of the extra weight. Only her friend Mark was the one who always prevented her from doing it. He always told her Dany was an asshole, who doesn't appreciate woman's body. She laughed at that with her body still swaying. Mark is definitely right. Danny is an asshole. He always was, from the first moment of their marriage. Only she was blind and clouded with the wild sex he gave her each night after he comes back home from wherever he was. She felt bitter when she reached that thought. She moved her eyes around searching for her friend who has always been there for her in her darkest moments. Their eyes met and she blew him a kiss. He smiled at her and continued talking to the bold man sitting beside him to the bar. She felt hands rubbing her crotch and she moved against it provocatively.
She loved how she felt desired in this place. How men touched her and grew hard for her. She used to come here each night after the gym is closed. Sometimes, some of her clients followed her to the club aiming for more than the beautiful trainer she was in her gym. Occasionally, they would do more than rubbing against each other on the dance floor. Danny taught her wild sex. How to be an animal in bed. For eight years, he took her roughly, anywhere he can. Her body quivered when she remembered how he loved to fuck her publicly to assure her she was his, and he was always with her. How ironic!
Mark always told her a husband should respect his wife more than that, and shouldn't fuck her like he did in front of people, but she ignored it. Until she saw him with his secretary in his office. They forgot to lock the door and unfortunately, she decided to drop at his office that day, when she saw the damned girl riding her husband relentlessly on the sofa. They didn't know she was there watching, until he finished inside her and they came out of their ecstasy.
A tear escaped her eye and she wiped it fast. When she opened her eyes, she met the green eyes staring at her curiously. It was the bold man sitting with Mark. And now, her friend was gone and the man was sitting alone. She turned to a new guy who joined her and danced with him. She thought how things came down suddenly and fast. Danny told her she was an idiot to think he would stick with one woman all his life. He confessed he'd fucked many women only after they married by a few months. She was shocked. He was cheating on her for more than seven years. And she's never known. He was screwing women, then coming back home to fuck her brain out with their rough sex.
He told her he had many mistresses, who were much more pretty and expert in bed more than her. Who can satisfy him more than her. Who don't have her big silly tits. And that hurt her much.
They had divorce, and Mark asked her to join him in the gym, so she doesn't spend much time alone. For three years, she's been working with him in their gym. She loved how strong men were drooling on her body. She loved how hormones and adrenaline drove them to bang her relentlessly and wildly. That was the only sex she knew. Danny used only this with her for years, even before their marriage.
She loved how strong men lied over her small body. How their big cocks stroked her starving canal. For months, she thought she nymphomaniac, because of how she acted with other men. Mark had always blamed her for that behavior, but she's told him she was taking precautions, and she wouldn't fuck any man. Most of her fuckers were of their clients, out of the gym, and after her work hours. She always made fun of it and told him that she was trying to increase the flow to their gym this way. And he always hated that joke. He hated that they were all much younger than her. He felt they were using her, they were getting rid of overloaded balls by screwing her. She acted like a slut, and he knew she wasn't. And she liked that about him. She liked that he knew who she really was. She knew him since high school, and that made him keen for knowing her real Angie. The Angie that died and was buried under her fucked up marriage. The Angie that no longer exists. The Angie that rarely shows up, and only shows with him.
She felt the tightness in her chest and hated herself for having these thoughts now. She needed a clear mind, so she can finish the accounting work tonight with Mark. She sighed, when she heard the loud and rocky music turning into smooth and slow melodies. She thought it was time to have a light drink before she goes back to the gym. Her thoughts were killed instantly, when she felt the warm hands gliding softly over her hips to pull her closer. She turned to tell the guys she was done for tonight, but stilled when she met the green eyes. She stared at them for a moment, feeling she was drowning in the deep and warm look, until she heard a similarly deep voice that vibrated through her body as the man spoke, "Would you mind dancing with me? I'll be too grateful to have the honor."
Her breath captured in her chest at his gentle words. She opened her mouth to tell him she had to go, but she found herself nodding without a word. He grinned, and her eyes caught his white teeth as he talked, "Thank you, my lady."
He pulled her closer to his body, and she felt the warmth of his three pieces suit enclosing her. She eventually let her breath go out, as he embraced her body with his arms, keeping a distance of mere millimeters between their bodies. She was taken by his behavior. He was calm and confident, like he was doing this everyday. And for her amazement, she felt it wasn't only her who sensed that. All the guys that were dancing with her for more than an hour were all gone now, leaving her alone with the man. She felt like he's already claimed her now, by his arms around her that no other man would dare to share her with him. She searched for Mark with his eyes, but he was no where. The man leaned to her ear, "He's gone. He's telling you to enjoy the ride and join him at ten. You still have an hour."
She raised her confused eyes to him. It seemed he knew she was looking for Mark. She remembered seeing them talking at the bar a while ago. Did they know each other?
She raised an eyebrow, when she saw his smug smile, as if he could read her mind. She scanned him for a moment. He had a blonde shortly trimmed hair, that failed to cover the front of his head. His blonde lashes gave his green eyes a warmer effect. His lips were fair and she noticed how he licked his lower lip, when her eyes moved to them. She swallowed and moved her hands to rest on his shoulder, "You're new here."
He nodded, "I only wanted to have a drink. I had a rough day and I thought loud music might help."
She nodded and her eye met those of a black big guy who stood a few yards away from them with his eyes on them. She turned her eyes to the man, "Maybe working out will help too."
He chuckled, "I told Mark I'll think about it. Although I might not have time."
She blushed at the tightness she felt in her lower belly, when she heard his laugh. He looked old, maybe in his fifties. But this man had a charisma that would bring any woman to her knees in front of him.
She felt her cheeks burning, when she imagined herself kneeling in front of him and taking his cock deep into her throat. The idea made her folds clenching tightly, and she found herself moving closer to him. His smug smile widened, and he closed his arms tighter around her as he whispered to her, "A pretty lady such as you Angela, shouldn't be in a place like that rubbing herself against high men."
She closed her eyes when she felt his hot breath on her neck and smelt his hypnotic smell. He smelt different from any man she's ever fucked. They all smelled testosterone, and sex. This man smelled power, control and wealth. He was different.
Her head leaned instinctively to his, when his lips brushed against her earlobe as he went on, "You shouldn't be taken like a cheap slut in the restrooms of a nightclub. You deserve better than that. You deserve a man who understands you. Who understands your needs, and fulfills them. A man who can take you to a higher levels no one ever reached."
She moaned and her body stiffed between his arms. He was turning her on with just his words and voice. She felt she was close to her release, when his tongue licked her neck lightly. He knew how he affected her, he was familiar with women's response to his ministrations. And Angela wasn't different from any woman he fucked. She looked even more responsive than them. He felt the stiffness and shaking of her body, and he buried his lips in the nape of her neck, "You need a man to devour you, ravish you. Worship this wonderful body. A man who takes care of these lovely poops, who buries his face between them, then his cock, till he covers them with his cum."
Her body shook hard with her orgasm at that. Her knees felt weak, but he held her tightly, grinning smugly, "It's okay, Angel. I got you."
She leaned against his warm body, trying to regain her breathing. She rested her head to his broad chest amazed. What had just happened? That mysterious man made her cum, only with his voice. No one ever had that effect on her. She raised blurred eyes to him and whispered, "Who are you?"
He tilted his head, "You can call me Kenneth, Kenneth Rathers."
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That was the first chapter. I wrote a second one which I would publish tomorrow. Till me if I should go on. Or just make it a two chapter story.
BTW, English is not my first language, so excuse me for any mistake.
And of course I don't own The Blacklist, nor the characters. So, don't sue me.
Thank you for reading.
