Black Muscle in the Night

Emma pushed through the sweaty bodies packed into the club. The bass pulsed in her chest, the lights flickered over the sea of hands waving in the air. She was here to forget, to lose herself in the crowd. But then she saw them: a circle of bodies, ten muscular black guys, all chiseled and glistening with sweat. They stood out, a wall of pure masculinity. She watched as one of them, the tallest, leaned in and whispered something to the others. They all turned, looking her way, eyes locked onto her. She felt a surge of heat, a mix of fear and excitement. The tall one broke away from the group, striding towards her. He moved with a confident swagger. His body was a masterpiece, muscles rippling beneath his shirt. His eyes were deep and intense. He leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. “Like what you see?" Emma swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "Maybe. You're all..." She trailed off, gesturing to the group. "Impressive." He smirked, running a hand over his chest. "We work hard for these. You should see what we can do with them." She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "And what's that?" He leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. "Everything. And I mean everything." Emma felt her breath hitch as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her hip. His touch was electric, sending a shockwave through her body. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, could sense the raw power coiled in his muscles. She wanted more. She wanted all of it. The music pulsed around them, the lights flickering, but all she could see was him, all she could feel was the promise in his touch. She knew she was playing with fire, but she didn’t care. She wanted to burn.

She leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear. "Prove it." Her voice was a husky whisper, laced with challenge. She felt his breath hitch, saw the flare of desire in his eyes. He grinned, a slow, predatory smile, and took her hand, pulling her towards the group. They parted, making room for her in their circle. The air was thick with scent and heat. His hand slid up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She shivered, her nipples hardening against her dress. He turned her to face him, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his hardness, a thick press against her stomach. She gasped, her eyes widening. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "See what you do to me, Emma?" He ground against her, his hands gripping her hips. She moaned, her head falling back. His mouth found her neck, teeth nipping at her skin. She could feel his friends watching, their eyes hungry, their breaths coming faster. She was surrounded, caged in by their bodies, their scent, their heat. She was at their mercy, and she loved it. He spun her around, her back to his chest. His hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts. She arched into his touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips. She felt a hand on her thigh, slipping under her dress. She looked down, saw one of the others, his hand inching up her leg. She bit her lip, her body tensing with anticipation. She was theirs, and she wanted them to take her, to claim her, to use her for their pleasure. And she knew they would.

The hand on her thigh didn't hesitate, pushing her dress up as it travelled higher. She could feel his rough fingers grazing her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She spread her legs slightly, inviting him in, her breath hitching as he hooked his fingers into her thong. She felt it tug down, the cool air of the club hitting her exposed flesh. Behind her, the tall one groaned, his hands squeezing her breasts harder. She could feel his cock throbbing against her back, his breath ragged in her ear. "Fuck, you're so ready for us," he growled, pinching her nipples through her dress. She moaned, her body pressing back against him. The hand on her thigh didn't stop, sliding up to cup her ass, then moving around to her front. She felt his fingers brush against her pussy, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She was dripping, her desire coating her thighs. His fingers slid inside her, curving to hit that sweet spot. She bucked against him, her body shaking with need. She felt hands on her dress, pulling it down, exposing her breasts. Mouths found her nipples, sucking, biting, teasing. She cried out, her body overwhelmed by sensation. She was surrounded by heat, by hands, by mouths. She was theirs, and they were taking her, claiming her, right there in the middle of the club. She turned her head, looking into the eyes of the man behind her. "More," she demanded, her voice a hoarse whisper. He smirked, his hands sliding down to her hips, gripping her tightly. She felt him press against her, his cock sliding through her folds, coating himself in her wetness. She moaned, her body aching with need. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him stretch her, fill her. She wanted it all.

When she demanded more, he leaned down. He whispered, "You want more, you little slut? Then let's give the people something really worth watching." He grabbed her roughly and pushed her forward, his friends parting to let them through. He dragged her towards the nightclub toilets, his grip bruising her arm. She stumbled, her heels clacking sharply on the grimy floor. The toilets were dimly lit, the stench of urine and sex heavy in the air. He shoved her into the nearest stall, the door slamming shut behind them. The others crowded in, their bodies pressing against hers, trapping her. His hands were on her, tearing at her dress, ripping the flimsy fabric. She gasped, her breasts spilling out, her nipples hard and aching. He grabbed her, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard. She cried out, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. He moved her to the toilet, lifting her and setting her down on the grimy seat. She shuddered, the cold porcelain against her ass. He knelt between her legs, his hands pushing her thighs wide. She could feel his breath on her pussy, hot and ragged. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "You want this, Emma? You want us to fuck you right here, right now?" He didn't wait for an answer. His tongue lashed out, licking her from ass to clit. She bucked, her body shuddering with the intensity of it. She whimpered, "Yes... yes, I want it." His tongue delved into her, fucking her slow and deep. She moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the toilet seat. She could hear the others, their breaths coming fast, their hands on themselves, stroking their cocks as they watched. She looked down, saw him licking her, his tongue circling her clit. She felt a hand on her breast, squeezing, pinching her nipple. She cried out, her body writhing, her hips grinding against his mouth. She was close, so close, her body tensing, her breath hitching. The others watched, their eyes hungry, their cocks hard and ready. She was theirs, and they were going to take her, use her, fuck her right here in this filthy toilet stall. She wanted it. She wanted them. She wanted it all.

One of the men produces a small mirror and a rolled-up bill, a pile of white powder already laid out. He holds it up to her nose, his other hand gripping her chin tightly. "You want more, don't you, you dirty little slut?" He says, pushing her head down, forcing her to snort the line. She inhales sharply, the cocaine burning her nostrils. She feels an immediate rush, her heart pounding, her body racing. She looks up at them, her eyes wide, her pupils dilated. The man between her legs stands, his cock hard and ready, his tip glistening. He spits on his hand, stroking himself, coating his shaft in saliva. He grabs her thighs, pulling her forward, her ass sliding on the grimy toilet seat. She can feel his cock pressing against her entrance, hot and demanding. He thrusts into her, hard and deep, filling her completely. She cries out, her body arching, her back pressing against the stall wall. He starts to fuck her, his hips slamming against hers, his cock pounding into her. She can feel every inch of him, stretching her, fucking her deep. Behind him, one of the others moves in, his cock in his hand. She turns her head, taking him into her mouth, sucking him deep. She can taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, feel the roughness of his pubic hair against her chin. She bobs her head, taking him in as deep as she can, her hand gripping his base, stroking him in time with her mouth. The man fucking her grabs her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He's grunting, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She can feel his cock swelling, his body tensing. He's close, she knows he is. She sucks harder, her head bobbing faster, her body writhing as the man behind her fucks her deep and hard.