Sinful

I adjusted my very tiny bikini against my rather large tits, wondering what twist of fate had led me to think that going to this new club opening would be fun.

I looked at the e-flier on my iPhone one more time to be sure it was the right place I was oh-so-sultry dressed for.

Dress code - Very revealing bikini or nothing at all.

It read.

It was the first nude club in this area, and it was grand.

"Oh fuck it," I thought. I had the ability to overthink, and let me tell you, I'm a very indecisive person.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time, and dare I say, I looked banging hot.

The gold bikini I had on left almost nothing to the imagination. The top was almost too small but was doing a rather good job hiding my nipples, and the panties, oh the panties! They made my already fat ass look even fatter and better.

I knew I was going to get lucky tonight.

I grabbed my brown kimono and my purse after slipping on my black three-inch stilettos. Luckily for me, the Uber I had ordered earlier was already here, so I locked my apartment and headed straight for my night of pure fun and pleasure.

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The club was exactly as I had envisioned it to be. It was packed with a lot of beautiful women and men in all shapes, sizes, and colors, all dressed like me—dressed to kill.

I handed over my kimono to a guy at the entrance of the club, whose only job was to collect the piece of clothing people used to cover their scantily clad bodies.

After successfully handing over my kimono, I strolled straight to the bar. I needed some alcohol in my system.

"Rum and coke," I ordered, and the very built bartender nodded his head at me, not forgetting to look at my boobs before getting on with my drink. It didn't take long for me to get my drink, and when it came, I downed it immediately, like a pro.

I turned around, looking at the packed dance floor, people grinding against each other as the DJ played 'Earned It.' From where I sat, I could even see a couple having sex on the dance floor. I guess they couldn't wait to go somewhere more private.

I moved to a set of cushions in the far left part of the club, the raging blue and green lights and people making it hard to even get to the comfortable goodness, but I did.

There was this Arian-looking lady at the end of the cushion I sat on. She was too busy with her phone to even notice anyone was looking at her. She had a red bikini set against her tender porcelain skin. Red is definitely her color. She clearly was blessed with good genes, and she knew it. I turned my face away from her because staring is 'rude' and fished out my phone, then I heard a gasp at my side. It was the red goddess.

"Oh my days, are those real?" She asked, looking at my beautiful pair with a surprised look on her face.

I smiled and nodded. "Wow, they're pretty. Can I feel 'em?" She asked, and I nodded again. She came closer and felt my boobs. "Awesome," she cooed, she looked awed.

"You have a nice pair too," I told her, and she laughed, thanking me.

"Aliya," she said smiling.

"Sewa," I told her, smiling also.

From that moment, I felt a friendship rising.

"I love the accent. Where are you from?" She asked me "Nigeria, what about you?" I asked back "I'm Russian," she said, her accent thick.

We talked about almost everything and everyone, then we had more drinks and went to the dance floor to dance and show all the guys our sultry moves, which we got a lot of howling and wolf whistles for. By now, I was so sure I was drunk, and I could tell Aliya was too. Tired, we found our way back to the cushion where we met and sprawled ourselves on it. Her phone, which she had managed to secure in her bikini top, started vibrating. She pulled it out and answered lazily.

"Huh?" She said into the phone. "Ugh, alright fine," she said and hung up.

"Gotta go?" I asked, and she turned to me. "Sadly, I also have to find a sexy gir—Wait, you're really sexy, you should come home with me. I hope you don't mind a threesome?" She asked, and I smiled. "I don't mind at all," I told her.

"Okay, good, because this is the only chance I'm gonna have to have those tits in my mouth," her vulgar words didn't faze me. It was her action that got me a little. She shifted my bikini top over my right boob aside, pinching my hard nipple. She flashed me a smile afterward.

"Don't mind me, I'm straight," she felt the need to add. "I wasn't judging. I am too," I told her, and she grabbed my arm, pulling us both up.

"Last drink before we head out of here?" I asked, and she nodded. We downed our drinks, collected our kimonos, and left the club. Almost immediately, though, a black car pulled up in front of us. I was too drunk to figure out the car type.

"Le Le," Aliya called, looking at the person in the car. He nodded at her and me then came out to help us get into the car. "Let me tell you about Antonio," Aliya said out of nowhere, holding unto my hands for dear life.

"He's super handsome and rich and also big and really hung," she giggled at the last part.

"He's not my boyfriend. I don't see myself ever dating him, mostly because he was once my stepbrother. When our parents divorced, we became fuck buddies," she revealed, and I felt like my eyes were going to pop out from their sockets. I was that surprised.

"He'll like you though, you're sexy. He likes sexy," she said and smiled at me.

"We're almost there," she announced happily.

"I'll bet you one grand that there are people having an orgy in that house and Antonio is just there watching them. He's a real weirdo," she said, and I laughed. I can't wait to meet this Antonio guy already. Just then, I felt the car slowing down and then finally stop.

Aliya opened the door and literally dragged me out of the car into the house. It was a very large house, and it looked old but still beautiful. The chandelier that greeted us with its magnificent light was hanging from a high ceiling, and the path we were on was a long corridor that looked like it had no end, so we walked a bit and then found the living room.

"What's up, bitches?" Aliya yelled before I even saw people. Funny enough, she wasn't wrong about the orgy part. There were about ten people in the room, five ladies and men, all connected to each other in one way or the other, everyone moaning loudly. The sound of bodies slapping against each other made my insides tighten. I could feel my panties dampen.

Aliya ran over to the group as they acknowledged her presence and stopped at a very hot dude who I originally thought was Antonio. He was getting a blow job from this really sexy girl, who was getting fucked by a seemingly hot guy. When she got to him, she took out her left boob from her bikini and he bit her nipple, sucking gently.

"You should've given me your clit," the guy said, and she laughed.

"Where's he?" She asked him, tucking her boob back in place.

"He just went to grab a drink," he told her. His eyes darted to me, and he gave me a once over, more like a million over. He let his eyes linger on my boobs, and he didn't even care that I was watching him.

"Take your eyes off her, she's not yours, Phil," Aliya joked and he smiled.

"You always bring the best ones for him," Phil said, and Aliya rolled her eyes at him, pulling me away from the group of people having an orgy.

The way we were able to ignore them was beyond me, especially that Phil guy. He was literally getting a blow job, and yet he ran his mouth... and eyes.

"You weren't wrong about the orgy," I mentioned and she smiled. "I know, they do this every Saturday," she let on, and I nodded.

"Let's get a drink and then get fucked senseless," she yelled, leading me to the kitchen.

It was the biggest kitchen I had ever laid eyes on, painted white with brown accessories. It was beautiful, but I was too drunk to care.

Aliya served us tequila, and we downed it immediately, letting the liquid burn every part it touched.

After our drinks, she grabbed my arm and led me to a flight of stairs that led to a hallway that had only one room. I'm guessing in there lies my fun for the night.

Aliya opened the door smiling, with me on her arm.

"I thought you'd never show," We heard a voice say. The room was dimly lit, but I could tell that there was a tall man standing at the floor-length mirror.

"Oh, forgive me, Anto, like you didn't run away when you heard the car come in," She mocked, and he turned to us.

I think I died.

He was the most beautiful bearded person I had ever seen in my entire life, and he was watching me.

"Anto, this is Sewa, and Sewa, this is the weirdo I told you about," she introduced informally and laughed.

"Let's have sex already, my pussy's yearning for some loving," I blurted out, causing Aliya to laugh and Adonis Antonio to give me an amused look.

"Come here," he motioned for me, and before I could protest, my legs started moving to him.

He softly trailed his fingers from my shoulders down to my elbow, his face moved from mine to my boobs.

"Natural, I see," he said, his voice thick with an accent, an Italian accent I suppose.

Aliya came from behind me, loosening my bikini top, letting my boobs free, while Antonio played with my nipples, making me feel hot all over.

I grabbed Mr. Gorgeous' face, pulled it closer to mine, and placed my lips on his. He tensed up at first before kissing me right back, grabbing my ass in the process, and making me bite his lips.

Aliya discarded her bikini and pulled me away from Antonio, placing her lips on mine while I played with her nipples. I broke the kiss and placed my lips on her right nipple, biting and sucking hard, making her let out a moan.

"Bed," she moaned, and we went to the bed. I was on top of her, sucking her left nipple and letting out small groans as I did.

I felt more pressure on the bed, meaning Antonio had joined us. He was behind me, and before I knew what was happening, he tore my panties off me, immediately sliding a finger into my wet pussy.

I loved it.

I sneakily found Aliya's entrance and inserted my finger into her. She let out a loud moan.

Antonio lifted my ass higher and set himself lower so he could gain more access to my throbbing core. I felt his tongue dancing around my pussy lips, biting and sucking gently as I had done to Aliya's nipple, and boy does he know how to eat pussy.

Our moans filled the room.

I peeled myself from Aliya, turning to Antonio, who was now bare. I looked at his dick and smirked. Aliya was not joking at all.

"Like what you see?" He asked, smirking also, and I nodded, wrapping my hand around his dick. He was huge.

I smiled and placed my lips on his tip, teasing him while Aliya sat on his face.

I sucked him like my life depended on it, putting my hand and saliva to use. After some time, I felt his dick twitch in my mouth, and I sucked faster, causing him to groan into Aliya's pussy. Then he has his release. I had an option to spit, but I swallowed, loving the way his cum tasted.

Aliya moaned loudly, panting with her eyes closed. She was close to having an orgasm.

"Oh fuck yes," she let out as she found her release.

Antonio looked at me approvingly and smirked.

"You've earned first turn on my dick tonight," he said. He walked to the bedside table and took a condom. Putting it on, he laid back down in the same position. I smiled, climbing on top of him, my pussy directly over his dick. He held my hips, guiding me slowly as his dick filled me. He was really big.

He started slowly before increasing his pace, thrusting deeper and harder into me, making me moan louder.

"What's my name?" he asked in between thrusts.

"Antonio," I yelled loudly, and he found my g-spot. He figured out he hit my g-spot and fucked me harder, harder than I have ever been fucked, and I've been fucked plenty.

"Yes, mmmm," I let out, biting my lips and running my fingers through my body, grabbing my boobs and pinching my nipples.

At this point, I forgot Aliya was here with us, this guy's dick was just too magical, and he knew how to cast spells with it.

Before I knew it, I groaned the loudest as I came. That was the first orgasm of many more to come.

I didn't need to feel the sun on my face to know it was morning, my body knew when it was time to wake up even without an alarm. As I opened my eyes, the long dark curtains that covered the windows made it look like it was still dark out, but I knew better. As I made a move to stand up, the hand on my waist stopped me. How can one have such heavy arms?

I turned to look at the owner of this arm, and my eyes almost came out of their sockets. If I thought this man was gorgeous at night, he was definitely gorgeous-er in the little light seeping from the curtains.

That's when I felt it, the banging headache. The dizziness came shortly after. I softly peeled Antonio's arm off my body and got out of the bed. Noticing that Aliya wasn't on the bed, I glanced at my bikini laying on the floor. I winced when I saw the shape of my now torn bikini bottom. There was a dress shirt laying close to my bikini bottom. It had to be Antonio's. Seeing as he had oh-so-gracefully tore my bikini bottom, I grabbed his dress shirt and slipped it on.

It was three sizes too big and fell to around mid-thigh. At this point, I was thanking God for my height. I grabbed my purse and my stilettos, then I walked out of the room.

I wandered barefoot around the house, trying to at least find Aliya. The house was seriously massive and painted white, with a touch of brown everywhere. The only room that wasn't painted white was the one I just came out of. Antonio's room was painted grey, and the curtains, black. I gave up trying to find Aliya—I'd probably get lost in this place—so I did the next logical thing, I tried to remember the way out of this massive house, which only caused my head to bang harder. I almost forgot I had to deal with this hangover.

Hangovers are a bitch.

I held my head as I walked to the living room, where naked people were sprawled on the rug.

"Going somewhere?" A voice said behind me. I smiled at the voice.

"Aliya," I called. She looked more beautiful than she looked yesterday. I envied her comfortable clothes, wishing I had them on.

"Aren't you gonna stay for breakfast?" She asked me, and I shook my head. I regretted it immediately. I winced, holding my head together like it was about to crack open.

"I can't, sorry. Thanks for the offer though," I told her and she smiled. "At least have an Advil before you go. I don't want you passing out on the street," she offered, walking to the kitchen. I followed after her, taking the drug from her hands and sending it down my throat, after which I drank some water.

"I'm never drinking again," I groaned and she laughed. "We always say that the morning after a wild night," she said and I agreed. I can't remember how many times I've sworn never to even sip alcohol after a night out.

"It was really nice meeting you, Aliya," I told her, giving her a hug. "I gotta bounce," I said, and she nodded after telling me it was nice meeting me too.

We exchanged numbers and I left the house. I don't even know why I didn't call an Uber, the thought of walking to the gate and waiting for a taxi was depressing me.

I did it anyway, and luckily for me, I got a taxi immediately. I got out of the house, I told him my address, and relaxed in the car. I couldn't wait to be in my comfort zone and away from people.

I didn't hate people, but I didn't like them either. I just tolerated them, but Aliya, she was something else. The confidence she had was beyond me. I felt like she was just like me, she didn't hate people, but she didn't like them either, only close ones I guess.

My mind wandered back to the sleeping man I left in the house and the mind-blowing sex last night. His stamina, his confidence, his voice, his body, his dick, his thrusts, his lips, everything about him was perfect. I had the best night of my life last night. I don't think my sex life will ever be the same. Ever.

The taxi stopped right in front of my apartment. I paid the man and hurried out of the taxi and into the hallway because the people around here were very judgmental and I wasn't really dressed appropriately. Irritated looks aren't what I signed up for this morning.

When I got into my apartment, I made a beeline for my room and straight to my bed, needing the comfort it gave. I took my phone out of my purse to see if I had any missed calls or notifications. I only had one from my dad. I decided I'd call him later. Right now, I need more sleep.

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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing and I cursed under my breath at the person calling me.

When I saw the caller, I rolled my eyes.

Anabeth.

"Anabeth, how lovely of you to call me while I was sleeping," I spat into the phone. Anabeth—or Ana as we called her at the office—was the secretary to the CEO of the company I worked at. She was a bitch and a know-it-all. Everyone, including myself, hated her. She liked to gossip so much that I wonder how she actually gets any work done.

"Haha, very funny, Sewa," she shot back and I rolled my eyes, wishing she could see me do it.

"Why'd you call me?" I asked. I didn't like talking to her and I wanted this to end so I could continue my sleep.

"I sent an email to you about the deal we're about to close. Frank needs those finance papers, like yesterday," she said quickly. I noticed how she said Frank, not Mr. Blue, like we all call him.

"Okay, Anabeth, I'll send you the conclusion so you can send it to Frank, or do you need me to do it?" I asked in a fake voice, just like hers.

"Send it to me. It's Mr. Blue to you, you know. But I'll let this one pass, Sewa," she spat and I hung up. I just couldn't handle her ass at all.

I grabbed my laptop and went to work immediately. I didn't want Mr. Blue's wrath tomorrow. Mr. Blue was a gentle soul most of the time, he only lost his cool when things weren't done right or when he was anxious or nervous.

I was done with my work in no time and I sent it to dearest Anabeth. Thankful that I could go back to bed again, I adjusted myself on my bed. But just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone started ringing again.

God! Who could it be this time? And what's with people keeping me from my precious rest?

I grabbed my phone; it was Aliya calling.

"Hey," I said as I picked up the phone.

"Hey girl, you busy?" She asked and I told her I wasn't.

"Well, I want us to meet somewhere for lunch. I have a lot to tell you," she squealed into the phone, and I accepted, I couldn't say no to gossip coming from Aliya. We set a time and a place and she hung up.

I stayed on the bed for a while before I dragged my lazy ass to get ready, seeing as I didn't have much time anymore.

I got dressed in skinny jeans and a black halter top. I decided to leave my natural Afro out, as I've been wearing wigs for a while now, so I packed my hair in a high bun. I like packing my hair this way because it brings out my face.

I grabbed my bag, inserting my phone, cash, credit card, and lip gloss into it. I have an unhealthy love of lip glosses. I ordered an Uber and waited for my ride to arrive. Once it did, I got in quickly, checking the time on my phone.

12:05 it read. I was late by 5 minutes already and it definitely would be 15 before I got to the restaurant. I wasn't wrong; I was late by 15 minutes when I walked into the restaurant.

Aliya saw me before I saw her. She waved her hand to get my attention and I walked over to her.

"Sorry I'm late," I told her as I made myself comfortable on the chair.

"No problem," she said.

We ordered fries and ketchup and joked while we waited for our food to come.

"So, about the thing I said I'd tell you," she started. I could tell from the way her eyes started to water, she was about to laugh.

"Shortly after you left, Antonio woke up. He looked angry, like someone had taken his candy. I asked him what's wrong, but he didn't answer me. He was cursing at something. I asked again, then he told me it was you that was wrong. At first, I was confused, but he went on about how you just left without saying goodbye, leaving just your bikini on the floor. He complained like a seven-year-old girl would. Oh, I wish you had seen his face!" she said and we laughed.

"He kept asking if I knew your address or something to locate you, so I gave him your number," she smiled.

"I'm sorry, what?" I almost yelled, earning looks from the people beside us.

"I'm sorry, I just had to. He looked like he was going to kill me if I didn't give him something," she protested and I sighed.

As if on cue, my phone started ringing; it was an unknown number.

I picked up and I wish I hadn't.

"Cara," the person said. I didn't need a fortune teller to tell me who it was, that voice could only belong to one person.

Antonio...

Somebody kill me now.