Club Slut Transformation

On the dance floor Adam was a total gentleman. For three straight songs he he danced, sometimes separate, sometimes holding her waste. Marilyn was surprised and a little disappointed he didn't try to cop a feel or get closer to her. She wouldn't have minded the attention.

When a new song started, with a booming baseline and scratching LPs, Adam slowed his pace and raised his eyebrows. Before the lyrics from Jay-Z's newest hit started pumping out over the dance floor, Marilyn was following him back to the table.

"Sorry, " he said, taking a long drink from his beer. "I'll never figure out how to dance to rap music. "

Marilyn was surprised how thirsty three quick dances left her. Forgoing the straw she took a couple gulps of her drink. "I love R&B" she said, not quite sure where that thought came from.

"That's cool, " Adam said. "So, have you ever dated a 23 year old before?"

"Twenty-three?" Marilyn wondered if he was talking about his own age. "I did date 23 year olds, back when I was 23 or 24 or 25 maybe. Why?"

"You look seriously hot. And I'd hate to just have those few dances to remember you by, " he said.

"What makes you think you'll remember me? Or forget me?"

"How could I forget you? You're so hot. And that naughty school girl look you have going is totally hot," Adam said, standing close to Marilyn. From where he stood, he could see the beads of perspiration on on her breasts. He watched as her heavy breathing thrust her breasts outward with every breath.

Catching where Adam's eyes were gazing, she said "So you like my top?"

"Oh yeah," he said, moving even closer to her. He was so close his body pressed up against her, his crotch against her exposed thigh, his chest against her left shoulder. "I'd love to take you to the principal's office about that top of yours. I'm not sure it meets school dress code. "

Marilyn laughed. She really hadn't intended her outfit to scream 'school slut. ' She really picked it to make her look younger.

Taking another sip of her drink, she said, "I'm not sure there is a principal's office around here. "

Grabbing her shoulder, Adam eased Marilyn off her seat. "Actually I know just where to take you, " he said, leading her away from the dance floor.

"But I'm not a bad girl. Honest. " Marilyn knew her protests were half-hearted. The more rational side of her brain was screaming about just how bad an idea this was. Fortunately, her legs were under orders from the rest of her brain that was screaming to be fucked. Passing several booths crammed full of sweaty drinking people, Marilyn realized just how hard her nipples had gotten in the last few minutes. Walking beside her tall surfer guy, she leaned into him, letting her head rest on his shoulder as they moved toward a sign marked RESTROOMS.

Six small and unisex restrooms lined a dimly-lit hallway at the rear of the club. The ceramic-tiled floor in the hallway was a little wet. A maintenance cart with 'caution wet floor' signs among others sat pushed up against the far wall. Adam moved away from her for a moment and searched through the cart. With an "ah-ha" he pulled a bright yellow "Out of Order" sign off the cart.

Before Marilyn was entirely aware of what happened, she was inside a well-decorated bathroom, her ass sitting on the edge of a sink, her tongue darting around Adam's mouth, as the cloth of Adam's slacks was barely restraining the thick manhood grinding against her crotch. She worried for a moment someone might come in, even that someone who left the maintenance cart outside the door - that would be the one someone who knew the bathroom wasn't out of order. Her worry was quickly lost in a muffled moan as Adam's hands slipped under her bra and massaged her breasts.

Wrapping her legs around his thighs Marilyn thrust her moist panties against his crotch. Marilyn hesitated realizing how wet she was.

Adam pulled back from her. He looked with admiration at what was happening so far. Marilyn's top was hanging from her right shoulder, only one button remained holding it closed, but that button didn't matter. Her bra had fallen revealing her pert breasts. And her pussy. . . "We have to do something about that, " Adam said, reaching down to her waste with both hands. Unhooking the clasp on the back of her plaid skirt Adam pulled both the skirt and her soaked g-string down her legs and tossed them aside on the floor. He then stood back and unzipped his slacks.

With his boxers pulled down, his thick 9" cock stood at attention. Tilting his head, he said, "Why don't you come here and do something about this. " His self-assured smile grew as he saw the animal lust in Marilyn's eyes.

Sliding off the sink she practically ripped off the last button on her shirt and approached Adam naked. Lowering to her knees Marilyn heard the dim voice of her reasonable brain yelling about how insane it was to do this, how bad an idea it was to suck off some guy at a night club who wasn't even wearing a condom. She leaned close to Adam's manhood, the scent of it filling her nostrils.

"Lick it, " he said. His voice was commanding, but Marilyn didn't need to be told how best to worship his throbbing hard cock. With one hand she cupped his balls and starting at its base, ran her tongue up to his pre-cum soaked head.

Running her tongue in slow circles over his cock's thick head, Marilyn barely heard his order of "Now suck it, slut. " She instinctively closed her lips around his cock. Moving her lips down his shaft her tongue licked furiously at the underside of his cock. She almost gagged when its head struck the back of her throat. Worried, she paused. She wanted to do this right. She had to do this right. The fire burning in her pussy had triggered so many repressed yearnings. All the worries and propriety of a 36 year old financial adviser turned to smoke in the heat of her desire. Marilyn had to fuck him. Marilyn had to do whatever it took to please him.

As Marilyn's head moved up and down his throbbing shaft, Adam twisted her around. Now, with his tought bare ass leaning against the sink, he said, "Keep sucking it you slut. " Marilyn greedily responded by moving her head faster and using both her hands to run up and down his shaft alternating with her mouth.

Pulling her up from the floor Adam pinched both her nipples. In this position he could see the curve of what had to be an awesome ass for someone in her mid-thirties. Damn this bitch took care of herself, he thought. Sucking his cock with wild abandon, Marilyn's ass was thrust into the air, her body leaning forward into Adam's crotch. The position was just perfect.

Marilyn didn't hear the bathroom stall door open, but she could see it in the mirror above the sink. Although she wanted to scream in surprise, her lips never left Adam's cock. Out from the stall she saw a man's face. He looked familiar. Continuing to suck Adam's manhood, Marilyn's eyes locked onto the other man in the room. Adam's voice answered her initial question.

"Hey Bro!" Adam said. "You were right about her being a fine piece of ass. "

Marty laughed. Waiting in the bathroom for the last hour, naked, but for his shoes and socks (in case anyone peered under the stall) he had already jacked off three times out of anticipation. Up to this moment he had worried Marilyn would bolt out the door upon seeing him. Instead, the woman who claimed to be shy in person was acting like her 'hot fantasy slut self' from AdultChatNetwork.

Without a word Marty stepped up and grabbed Marilyn's sweet, sweet ass. With one thrust he plunged his 7" cock into her dripping wet pussy. "This bitch is tight and soaking man, " he said loudly. He worried someone outside in the hallway could hear that, but then figured if anyone wanted to join in the fun he wouldn't stop them. Just as long as he got off at least once or twice.

The part of Marilyn's brain what was still reasonable, that was still yelling about how stupid it was to have unprotected oral sex, was now screaming about having a gangbang with the counter clerk from Dunkin' Doughnuts and his 'bro'. Never in all her years of Catholic school, college, or professional life would she plan something like this for real. Online in chatrooms for a cybersex quickie, sure, but in person? In person she prided herself on being reserved and having
her impulses under control. That was how she quit smoking, quit starving herself while modeling. But this. . .

Marilyn pulled her mouth from Adam's cock in time to shout "Oh god! Oh yeesssss!"

Keeping her hands jacking off Adam, she moaned.

"How bad do you want it slut?" half-yelled Marty.

Marilyn looked up at the smile on Adam's face. His eyes were wide open enjoying the scene in front of him. "Say it, " he said.

"I -- I need you. I need your cocks deep inside me. Oh god I'm such a slut! Fuck me hard! Use me! Pleeezzeee!!!" And then Adam grunted and his cock erupted jets of hot white cum. What cum didn't land on Marilyn's face she quickly took into her mouth. Lowering her head back onto Adam's cock she greedily sucked the last of the stream down her throat. As the warm liquid coated her throat she felt Marty pull his cock out of her pussy. In a moment another jet of hot cum sprayed across her ass cheeks.

"I think I need the bitch to clean me off, " Marty said, and laughed.

Adam nodded his head and spun Marilyn around so she faced Marty. Pulling her hips back toward him, Adam took his still erect cock and positioned it over Marilyn's anus. As she bent down to take Marty's cock in her mouth, Adam changed his mind and shoved his cock deep into her pussy. With her anus wet from the cum still drizzling out of his cock, Adam took his meaty thumb and slowly pushed it into Marilyn's anus.

Marilyn, once thankful that Adam was not going to try entering her virgin anus, couldn't suppress a muffled cry as one of his fingers pushed into her. As the discomfort went away, Marilyn could feel the piston motion of both Adam's cock and his finger working in and out of her pussy and ass. She responded by bucking wildly against his crotch and sucking Marty's cock for all she was worth.

In a moment, the heat within her pussy erupted into a thousand fireworks dazzling her brain. She couldn't think. And suddenly another round of fireworks burst in mid-air as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. A third and a fourth pulse shot from her pussy, turning her legs to jello.

Adam and Marty helped her to the floor. Standing above Marilyn's panting form, Adam looked at his brother. "Want to go for second's Bro?"

Marty sighed.

"You little prick, " Adam said, raising his voice. "You couldn't keep from jacking off in that stall for half an hour, could you?"

"But Adam, we'll know where she is. Maybe I can get old man Foster to close the store early one day so we can do her there. " Marty looked down on his new favorite customer.

Adam laughed. He wanted more, but he wanted to fuck Marilyn as a gangbang just like in their chat on AdultChatNetwork. "Okay Bro. We could probably give your old boss a round or two with our little fuck slut here. That would close the store for a while. " Laughing again, Adam jerked his cock back to attention and feasting his eyes on Marilyn's toned naked body, shot another stream of cum onto her breasts.

Recovering from one of the best orgasms of her life, Marilyn only half listened to the two fuck studs talking. Between the alcohol and the orgasm, she lay on the floor fingering herself and massaging Adam's. . . or Marty's. . . cum onto her breasts. When the bathroom door finally closed behind Marty, who she noticed was still struggling to get into his button down brown shirt, some of her senses were returning. Pushing herself off the floor, she leaned on the sink for support.

Looking long and hard at herself in the mirror, at the cum covering her breasts, she wondered how should could have so let herself go to be fucked by two almost strangers at once. She smiled. Just how proper and respectable could she be having done that?

As she thought about getting dressed, the bathroom door opened. Marilyn turned her head, expecting either Marty or Adam to be back for seconds. It was neither.

Standing in the open doorway, with a large smile growing on his lips, Darnell, the club bouncer soaked in every beautiful naked inch of Marilyn's body.

Marilyn stared at him, the burning in her pussy not quite smoldered out.

As Darnell stepped into the bathroom, his right hand unzipping his denim jeans while the other pulled off his charcoal gray T shirt to reveal a perfectly chiseled torso, Marilyn dropped to her knees and waited.