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Admiral Squish
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Feb 1, 2009
It was a Friday night, and the evening was alive with the sounds of celebration. Another week behind them, the mortals had no idea what their decision to go out that evening would mean. The V, an extremely popular nightclub, was the hub of this weekly celebration. The club was completely packed, bodies dancing, undulating on the dance floor as lights flashed through dozens of colors and loud music filled the air, pouring out into the still night air of the street. Outside, a line had formed around the corner, a huge man standing in the doorway, checking IDs. Inside, the party was in full swing.
Out of the night strode a stranger. He was a powerfully-built man, with bronzed skin and a broad, muscular frame. A pair of sunglasses concealed his eyes, but his teeth were brilliantly white, obvious as he flashed the guard at the door a grin. If you looked closely, it almost seemed like his teeth were... pointed. The man had short, tousled black hair, and strong, handsome jaw, clean-shaven of stubble. He wore a tight white sleeveless shirt, which showed off his muscular arms and shoulders, and clung to every ridge and valley of his toned chest. He wore loose shorts, but even then one could see a softball-sized lump in the front of them. As he walked along parallel to the line, every eye was drawn irresistibly to him. Women licked their lips subconsciously, men were envious. He looked over the line and suddenly, every eye in the line seemed to grow cloudy. As one, the men suddenly turned around, filing out of the line, and the girls made their ways toward him, abandoning their dates as the menfolk shuffled back to their cars. The stranger grinned, and the guard reached into his pocket, handing his keys to the stranger before wandering off and joining the other men.
The stranger and a dozen girls walked into the club silently, the lot of them following him like lost puppies. He strode through the crowd, with a very similar effect to earlier, when he passed the line. Unopposed, he made his way to the stage where the DJ played, climbing the stairs and striding out to the center of it. The DJ stopped slowly, his eyes riveted on the stranger. Every eye in the club was on him. He raised a hand and waved it toward the door. Again, as one, the menfolk shuffled away, and the ladies remained, slowly approaching him like zombies. All in all, some fifty girls remained in the now-silent club. the stranger walked to the door, locked it, and turned to the assembled girls once again, pulling his sunglasses away to reveal golden, predatory eyes, like a wolf's. He grinned wickedly.
-three hours later-
The V was in disarray. It looked like some kind of riot had come through it, or perhaps a small tornado. Tables were toppled, strips of cloth and occasionally an intact garment were strewn all about. And amidst the chaos, the ladies lay. All were naked, or very nearly so, their soft, feminine bodies drenched in thick, white goo. Here, a petite asian woman lay on her stomach on a table, her legs dangling limp over the edge and her breasts pressed against the wood, moaning absently as her slender fingers struggled to please her well-stretched hole, coated in the thick, creamy goo that poured from her abused pussy. There, a blonde sat, propped up against the bar, groaning in delirious pleasure as her finger scooped up rivulets of seed from her body and fed them to herself. Her face was indistinguishable under a mask of milky seed so thick it obscured her features, dripping onto her full, fake breasts as they heaved with each panting moan. A pool of seed was slowly growing between her thighs, soaking into her thigh-high stockings. A chocolate-skinned bombshell lay on her back on the stage, weakly rubbing the thick coat of white goo into her stomach and massive tits. A blonde, brunette, and redhead each had their own stall in the bathroom, their legs spread wide and bodies splattered with seed as huge dollops dripped out of their well-fucked pussies into the toilets below them, their bodies limp against the back wall, eyes rolled back into their heads as they panted, slowly recovering.
In the middle of it all stood the stranger, now completely naked. His abs tightened over and over as balls the size of apples slapped loudly into the thighs of a middle-eastern beauty who screamed out her pleasure again and again, her voice rising each time he re-entered her, the sounds of their fucking filling the otherwise quiet nightclub. Around him a half-dozen other girls had gathered, all watching in awe and envy as he brutally ravaged the girl before him, hands exploring every inch of his muscular physique. To a woman, they were naked, their free hands driven between their thighs, the faint sound of their fingers desperately thrusting into dripping wet holes audible in the momentary gaps between the middle-eastern babe's screams. Two of the girls were actually fingering one-another, tongues dancing in an erotic kiss, each one keeping an eye on the scene before them. The nightclub reeked of cum, sweat and sex, and soft moans echoed from every corner of the club. And in the middle of it all, the stranger smiled.
Out of the night strode a stranger. He was a powerfully-built man, with bronzed skin and a broad, muscular frame. A pair of sunglasses concealed his eyes, but his teeth were brilliantly white, obvious as he flashed the guard at the door a grin. If you looked closely, it almost seemed like his teeth were... pointed. The man had short, tousled black hair, and strong, handsome jaw, clean-shaven of stubble. He wore a tight white sleeveless shirt, which showed off his muscular arms and shoulders, and clung to every ridge and valley of his toned chest. He wore loose shorts, but even then one could see a softball-sized lump in the front of them. As he walked along parallel to the line, every eye was drawn irresistibly to him. Women licked their lips subconsciously, men were envious. He looked over the line and suddenly, every eye in the line seemed to grow cloudy. As one, the men suddenly turned around, filing out of the line, and the girls made their ways toward him, abandoning their dates as the menfolk shuffled back to their cars. The stranger grinned, and the guard reached into his pocket, handing his keys to the stranger before wandering off and joining the other men.
The stranger and a dozen girls walked into the club silently, the lot of them following him like lost puppies. He strode through the crowd, with a very similar effect to earlier, when he passed the line. Unopposed, he made his way to the stage where the DJ played, climbing the stairs and striding out to the center of it. The DJ stopped slowly, his eyes riveted on the stranger. Every eye in the club was on him. He raised a hand and waved it toward the door. Again, as one, the menfolk shuffled away, and the ladies remained, slowly approaching him like zombies. All in all, some fifty girls remained in the now-silent club. the stranger walked to the door, locked it, and turned to the assembled girls once again, pulling his sunglasses away to reveal golden, predatory eyes, like a wolf's. He grinned wickedly.
-three hours later-
The V was in disarray. It looked like some kind of riot had come through it, or perhaps a small tornado. Tables were toppled, strips of cloth and occasionally an intact garment were strewn all about. And amidst the chaos, the ladies lay. All were naked, or very nearly so, their soft, feminine bodies drenched in thick, white goo. Here, a petite asian woman lay on her stomach on a table, her legs dangling limp over the edge and her breasts pressed against the wood, moaning absently as her slender fingers struggled to please her well-stretched hole, coated in the thick, creamy goo that poured from her abused pussy. There, a blonde sat, propped up against the bar, groaning in delirious pleasure as her finger scooped up rivulets of seed from her body and fed them to herself. Her face was indistinguishable under a mask of milky seed so thick it obscured her features, dripping onto her full, fake breasts as they heaved with each panting moan. A pool of seed was slowly growing between her thighs, soaking into her thigh-high stockings. A chocolate-skinned bombshell lay on her back on the stage, weakly rubbing the thick coat of white goo into her stomach and massive tits. A blonde, brunette, and redhead each had their own stall in the bathroom, their legs spread wide and bodies splattered with seed as huge dollops dripped out of their well-fucked pussies into the toilets below them, their bodies limp against the back wall, eyes rolled back into their heads as they panted, slowly recovering.
In the middle of it all stood the stranger, now completely naked. His abs tightened over and over as balls the size of apples slapped loudly into the thighs of a middle-eastern beauty who screamed out her pleasure again and again, her voice rising each time he re-entered her, the sounds of their fucking filling the otherwise quiet nightclub. Around him a half-dozen other girls had gathered, all watching in awe and envy as he brutally ravaged the girl before him, hands exploring every inch of his muscular physique. To a woman, they were naked, their free hands driven between their thighs, the faint sound of their fingers desperately thrusting into dripping wet holes audible in the momentary gaps between the middle-eastern babe's screams. Two of the girls were actually fingering one-another, tongues dancing in an erotic kiss, each one keeping an eye on the scene before them. The nightclub reeked of cum, sweat and sex, and soft moans echoed from every corner of the club. And in the middle of it all, the stranger smiled.
