A Night on the Town [mf] [public] [dom/sub]

Today was quite the adventure, for more reasons than one. For starters, I dragged Chris to a shady strip club for a night on the town– halfway out of humor, halfway out of intrigue. I’ve always wanted to visit a strip club and get a lap dance or two, and just admire the women with that greedy hunger I possess for the female figure. Not only do I get a kick out of these scantily clothed beautiful women dancing seductively before me, but I also envy and respect them. Envy, because they possess one of the dream jobs of an exhibitionist like myself; respect, because these women have utilized their bodies to make hard working men throw every last penny they have their way just for a slim peek at their goods. That’s a deft power, in my opinion– I’ve never quite understood why people see strippers as objectified and taken advantage of, when this is actually only true of their clientele.

Anyways, beyond my tangent… Chris enters the door of the club with a sheepish expression, and I can tell he’d rather be anywhere else (possibly including a male strip club). I know he’s unsure which direction to even turn his eyes, so I step in front of him, giving him the opportunity to train his gaze on the back of my head. I grab his hand and lead him along with me, finding a shady and secluded booth near the restrooms. High-tempo music thumps deeply against my eardrums, and a smoke machine keeps the bottom level of the club obscured in a smog, easily making each client unrecognizable. On the second level stands a risen stage with several evenly spaced poles. A troop of big-breasted brunettes in matching school outfits dance seductively and beg for a spanking. What a night.

Chris and I take a seat, and I wave over a curvy redhead in a plaid skirt and black bikini top (how sweet, her mother must have dressed her). Slipping a twenty in her waistband pretty much tells her what I want, and she begins to give me a lap dance. I only wore a classic, understated “little black dress” for the occasion, and the redhead’s ass against my bare thigh was quite an experience. I could tell Chris was getting a kick out of her performance, more for the fact that it was me with another woman than the seductiveness of the other woman herself.

When she left, I crawled over in the booth and straddled him, kissing him with my arms around his neck. Upon reaching around to grab my ass, I can tell he’s surprised to find that I’m not wearing any underwear. Without hesitation, his hand moves to my pussy, stroking my clit slowly as we kiss. I can feel his manhood against my body with each time I twitch my hips, and I know he’s dying to push me to my knees right there in the club. Despite the obscuring fog, I’m not quite positive we wouldn’t get caught, but I couldn’t foresee any severe consequences… this IS a strip club, after all. It’s not like they have the highest of standards.

After thinking this through, I make the executive decision to unzip Chris’s jeans and pull the waistband of his boxers down until his hard cock springs out and slaps his abdomen. I can tell he’s surprised and nervous, but he doesn’t protest. His eyes glimmer with the same thought process I just entertained, and he must also agree the risk is minimal. The excitement must be great for him, because he undergoes the change into a rough and dominant lover quite easily. Usually I have to coax him to be harsh with me– damn his respectful upbringing!

Grabbing my hair roughly, Chris pulls my head back and bites my neck, kissing and sucking deeply until my skin promises to bloom violet for him. Whispering in my ear, he says “You’re such a filthy cockslut. Pulling my cock out in public like that deserves a punishment.” His warm breath sends shivers down my spine as it caresses my ear, and he nibbles my ear lobe briefly before guiding me to my knees. With quick, sharp movements, he forces his cock down my throat, ignoring my gagging and gasping. Spit and precum ooze from my mouth, coating my chin and the front of my dress (which will be so fun to clean, I imagine). After reaching a certain point, he pulls from my mouth and smears his head across my lips and cheeks, painting me in precum before slapping me a few times with his hard dick. I know what he wants next, so I rise on shaky legs to retreat to the bathroom, bidding him to follow.

Once in the bathroom, Chris pushes me into the far wall, pressing my face and chest into it. Not even bothering to move to a stall, he pulls his dick from his pants again and shoves into my dripping pussy. Sheathing his full length inside me, he pauses to listen to my low moans and secures one hand in my hair, using the other to massage my clit. Eagerly thrusting, he bites along my neck and shoulders, groaning in unison with my own moans, which are steadily increasing in volume and desperation. Before long, we’ve both melted into a frenzy and we sink to the floor, ending up in doggy style. Chris hunches over me, releasing my hair in favor of my right breast, and begins to lose the rhythm of his thrusts. He frantically pushes towards his orgasm, in turn pushing me to my own. I shudder and twitch, crying out in ecstacy. My nethers become hypersensitive to his thrusting, and I feel as if I may explode as he continues to fuck me. With a final groan, a warm gush of sticky seed fills my pussy, and Chris pulls out to send the second one onto my back and ass, stroking his cock to ride out the high. My dress is coated in cum now, and as we stand and straighten ourselves out, he awkwardly tried to wipe it with wet paper towels. He seems apologetic for his dominant behavior in a subtle way, as he often does. Eventually he gives up trying to clean me and simply lends me his jacket. I zip it around me and we proceed out of the club and to our vehicle, on our way home to undoubtedly make love again.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6hxsvi/a_night_on_the_town_mf_public_domsub