Fantasy: I'm getting ready to go out and you stop me when I ..
🕑 Added 2020-03-15 16:50:33 +0000 UTC
Fantasy: I'm getting ready to go out and you stop me when I go to pull on my pants. "Wear it like that." You say.
"But, it's so short, all I have to do is lift my arms and I'll be exposed..." I protest.
"Then you'll have to be careful to not lift your arms." I know there's no winning this conversation. Not without punishment later. You give me a knowing look. If I want your cock later tonight, I better do what you say now.
We go out and I try to look normal, but I constantly have at least one hand pulling down on my shirt. I'm so embarrassed but the thought of someone noticing and getting turned on, and wanting to see if I'm wearing nothing, or touch me turns me on. So now I have another problem-I'm wet, and I don't have panties on to catch it.
Thankfully we're at a bar, so everyone is of age here, but I can see that look in your eye. Suddenly you push your keys on the floor.
"Bend over and pick those up for me, please." You ask. Your words are choose carefully. That "please" doesn't mean that, it means "do it, slut."
I turn bright red and do what you ask as I feel my shirt ride up in the back. I know my asshole and pussy are on display. I can feel my wet get cold as I can tell it's stuck to my thigh and strung to my pussy- I must look like a total slut, no panties and that wet in a public place.
I'm just thankful that I can't see if anyone is looking at me (but at the same time, I want to know.) It all happens quickly as I try to minimize the time I'm bent over.
"Good girl." You praise. I can't help but smile. You lean in close and grab my butt cheek, lifting my shirt a little as you do and whisper in my ear. "The gentlemen behind you seemed to enjoy the show."
You position me with my back against the bar and stand in front of me, I can't move, and you're close, everyone is close, it's so crowded. I suddenly feel your hand on my pussy. I just slightly at the touch, then quickly try to look normal. Your smile widens as you feel how wet I am.
"Such a slutty girl getting this wet in public." You play with my clit knowing it'll make me worse. I close my eyes and try not to focus on it when I feel myself drip onto my thigh.
"I, I need you..."
"Right now?" You ask looking me in the eyes. I flush.
"Yes, please." I beg.
"Well, you have been very good tonight." You place what's left of your drink down and take me outside. I try not to think about people seeing my cum stringing down from my vagina into my legs as we walk outside.
I'm confused as we don't go to where you parked, but instead go around the building. We're on the side of the building, it's dark, but the light from around the corner spills over enough to see.
"Lift your shirt." You can see the confusion on my face. "You want to be fucked right now, yes? You've been a good slut, and you'll get your dick- right now."
I lift my shirt and spread my legs, my cum drips onto the pavement below. You unzip your pants and pull out your hard cock.
"On your knees, I want you to taste me first." I obey and gladly suck your cock. You push me back against the wall and shove yourself as deep as you can go. I love the feeling of being immobile against the wall, your pelvis pushed against my face. Finally you pull out, I gasp for air. You tell me to stand up and turn around.
"Do you want my cock?" You ask.
"Yes, " I whisper.
"Then show me." I bend forward and spread myself open, cum reflecting the light.
"Please fuck me, I'm so ready for you."
You gladly oblige after I present myself. Your moan as you slide right in turns me on so much.
That first thrust feels so good that I cry out- then immediately remember that the front door is right round the corner. You begin to fuck me in earnest, grabbing onto my hips and going hard into me. It hurts but it feels so good, I have a hard time keeping my voice down.
"Please, please cum inside me, fill me up, use me." I whisper, trying to control myself.
You come hard inside, pressing deep filling my womb.
"What a good little cum dumpster, be sure to take all of it." You say as you grind into me.
I feel sad and empty when you finally pull out, your cum running down my legs and spilling into the concrete. You tell me to smile and take a picture of me, a mess covered in cum outside a bar.
"That's a good cum slut, now clean up my cock."
