I love getting dolled up… to fuck [MF]

I find it extremely kinky getting pampered and prepped, getting dolled up – only to get fucked and mercifully used afterwards. There’s such a dichotomy between that pristine flawless look… set against that raw, disheveled, unkempt state I’m in, only achieved after a fucking.  Quite literally, I would spend hours applying makeup, setting my hair.. only to get railed from behind, hair pulled in doggystyle.

Just recently, I was traveling to a new city.  On the day of my ‘fuck date’, I found this spa and salon near the hotel.  I don’t really do this often, but I figured I would indulge and splurge.  A relaxing massage, a fully body scrub and wrap.  Again, the contrasting images of a tranquil peaceful preparation against the raw animistic fucking that awaits me later that night.

At the salon, everybody was super nice and chatty.  So after the customary chit chat and why I’m in town, one of the women asked what the special occasion for.  Why the blowout and makeup?  Now, I could have lied and said that I had a wedding to go to, or something like that.  But I don’t know, I was feeling a bit daring and I figured I wouldn’t see them ever again.  So I confessed that I was meeting a guy for a date, and was going to get my brains fucked out.  Juicy gossip at a salon, is always fun.  And my time there was no exception.

So after clarifying a few things.. Yes I’m married, Yes, this is okay with my husband, etc… the women there were super curious and chatty.  It was fun, being center of attention in an otherwise empty salon.  There were the judgmental stares, some comments.  But I was more focused on looking my best for the date.  In hindsight, I felt like the makeup woman applied extra makeup for that ‘nighttime date night look’.  But in reality, I looked like some pornstar or something.  Again, it doesn’t really matter when when you’re pushed against the wall, being fucked from behind.  As I paid my bill, I realized that I paid a considerable amount of money, to be pampered and made up to be this fuck doll.  

I’m a girly girl, so I love dressing up, especially in girly lingerie and high heels.  So back at the hotel, I’m getting ready for the date.  I carefully slip on a pair of thigh high stockings.  Attached to them is my suspender (garter) belt.  Something for the guy to hold on to, as he’s fucking me from behind.  Over that, a skimpy thong.  Really, I’m only wearing it with the hopes of it being taken off of me… in public.  

And my high heels for the evening.  You can always tell how I am by looking at my heels. Flats?  Practical, pragmatic, I need to run my errands.  Mid heels, a bit fun, open to things.  High heels?  Kinky, adventurous, loud.  Sky high heels?  Which mine were that night, screams slut.  She’s wearing them for a reason.  I want the attention.  I’m down to fuck and advertising as such.  I’m the type who leaves them on while fucking.  

Zip up a short skimpy dress over my slut outfit, and I’m good to go.  The dress is barely long enough to cover my stocking tops.  A little tease, a flirty slutty peak to preview the night.  

And true to form, the night ended up being exactly what I would hope it would be.  All that work, that energy, that time, that effort was put to good use.  My makeup ruined from his cum.  My hair disheveled from being pulled.  My tranquil massage nullified from the violent pounding.   Stockings torn from our impatience.  Heels, high in the air on his shoulders.  That night I lived up to all the expectations everybody had for me.  From those catty women at the salon… to the thirsty men at the bar… to my own aspirations for myself.  

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cjpr5s/i_love_getting_dolled_up_to_fuck_mf