F22 swimmer fucked by 50yo in club toilets

This is Cat, 22, your favorite brunette college swimmer with a body that screams troubleI’m back with another filthy confession, Reddit, and this one’s a quick, sweaty, depraved fuck in a club toilet with a 50-year-old stranger who turned me into his slut for the night. My skin’s still tingling just thinking about it.

Last Saturday, I hit a downtown club with my girls—neon lights, bass thumping, bodies grinding. I was dressed to destroy: a black leather crop top, my nipples poking through, and a red mini skirt so short my black thong flashed every time I moved. My blonde hair was loose, my body glistening with sweat from dancing, my pussy already wet from the vibe. I’d been drinking vodka sodas, my head buzzing, my cunt throbbing as I grinded on random guys, their hard-ons pressing into my ass.

Around 1 a.m., I was on the dancefloor, my tits bouncing, my skirt riding up, when I locked eyes with this older guy across the room. He was maybe 50, salt-and-pepper hair, rugged, with a body that said he still hit the gym. His eyes devoured me, his smirk screaming confidence. I teased him, bending over, letting my skirt ride up, my thong peeking out. He didn’t flinch, just sipped his drink, his bulge obvious. My pussy pulsed. I wanted him.

I strutted to the bar, my hips swaying, and leaned in close, my tits practically spilling out. “You’re staring,” I purred, my voice slutty, my lips glossy. He grinned, his voice low, rough. “You’re begging for it, aren’t you?” My cunt throbbed, my thong soaked. “Maybe,” I teased, brushing my hand across his arm, feeling his muscles. “But can you handle me?”

He didn’t answer with words. He grabbed my wrist, firm, and pulled me toward the back of the club, past the crowd, to the dingy unisex toilets. My heart raced, my pussy dripping as we slipped inside, the door locking with a click. The place was grimy—flickering lights, graffiti-covered walls, a sink dripping—but I didn’t care. I was horny as fuck, and this stranger was about to ruin me.

He pushed me against the wall, his hands rough, yanking my top up, my tits spilling out. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, his mouth crashing onto mine, his stubble scraping my lips. His tongue was aggressive, tasting of whiskey, and I moaned, grinding my pussy against his thigh. He groped my tits, pinching my nipples hard, making me gasp. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he said, his voice dripping with lust. I nodded, my eyes glassy, my cunt begging. “Use me,” I whispered. “Fuck me raw.”

He spun me around, bending me over the sink, my hands gripping the cold porcelain, my ass up, my skirt flipped over my hips. He ripped my thong down, the fabric tearing, my pussy exposed, glistening under the harsh light. “Look at that wet cunt,” he muttered, his fingers spreading my lips, my clit throbbing. I moaned, pushing back, desperate. He slapped my ass, hard, the sting making me yelp, my juices dripping down my thighs.

I heard his zipper, and then his cock—thick, veiny, no condom—pressed against my pussy. “You want this, slut?” he asked, teasing my entrance, my lips quivering around his tip. “Yes, fuck me,” I begged, my voice loud, echoing off the tiles. He slammed into me, one brutal thrust, stretching my tight cunt, my walls gripping him. I screamed, my tits bouncing, my nails scraping the sink. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to watch us in the cracked mirror—my flushed face, his cock pounding me, my pussy dripping.

He fucked me hard, his hips slamming into my ass, his balls slapping my clit, my juices soaking us both. “Take it, you little whore,” he growled, his free hand smacking my ass again, the pain mixing with pleasure. I came fast, my pussy clenching his cock, my screams bouncing off the walls, my juices squirting onto the floor. He didn’t stop, pounding me through my orgasm, my legs shaking, my body slick with sweat.

“On your knees,” he ordered, pulling out, his cock slick with my cum. I dropped to the grimy floor, my knees stinging, my mouth open, hungry. He shoved his cock down my throat, gagging me, my spit dripping down my chin, pooling on my tits. I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling, tasting my own juices. His hands gripped my hair, fucking my face, my eyes watering, my pussy still throbbing. “Good girl,” he grunted, his cock twitching.

He pulled out, stroking himself, his eyes locked on mine. “Where do you want it, slut?” he asked. I stuck out my tongue, my tits heaving, my voice hoarse. “On my face. Cum on my face.” He groaned, his load exploding, hot and thick, splattering my cheeks, my lips, dripping down my chin. I moaned, licking what I could, my fingers rubbing my clit, cumming again, my body shaking on the filthy floor.

He zipped up, smirking, tossing me a paper towel. “Clean up, slut,” he said, unlocking the door. “You’re fucking perfect.” I wiped my face, my thong ruined, my body sticky with cum and sweat. I fixed my skirt, my tits still out, and strutted back to the club, my pussy sore, my face flushed, the taste of his cum still on my lips. My girls didn’t notice, but I felt every eye on me, knowing I’d just been fucked like a whore in a toilet.

By Monday, I was back at uni, my swimsuit tight, my nipples hard, replaying it in my head. I’m still that cock-hungry slut, Reddit, and I’m already craving my next filthy fuck. Hope you loved this confession. DM me to RP or hear more of my depraved nights. 😈