[FM] Second encounter (25F) with my dominant man (the most humiliating thing guy)

Same guy as in [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/deqp06/mf_the_most_25f_humiliating_thing_i_ever_did/) story, this happened exactly two weeks after that crazy hot story, and I had spent most of the two weeks fantasizing about it and how incredibly hot it was. I would sometimes look at that pic of his cum in my hair and get completely… flustered? Yep, so little could get me that aroused.

It should come as no surprise that I wrote him as I woke up, a Friday two weeks later, completely horny. I wasn’t ovulating, so it wasn’t as strong as it could be, but I really wanted a man to take control of me – to fuck my brains out and use my body for his own needs. My choice naturally went to him. You know why. I think I was wanting to do the same thing we had done last time, but I was ready for anything, any surprise really.

“Doing anything tonight?”

“I don’t know… feeling slutty?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“Same thing as last time horny.”

He took a little bit before responding.

“Arrive at 11PM. Wear a dress, a long one, wear high heels, comfortable ones, and bring your makeup stuff.”

“We going somewhere?”

“Maybe.”

I was a bit surprised by his specific request, but did as he asked. After work, I dressed in my sexiest black dress, which was also my longest, my favorite high heel shoes and took great care to shave and apply perfect makeup, then arrived exactly at the time he had told me. He welcomed me shirtless, his large pecs screamed “I just got done with the gym” and he smelled awesome. Fresh, clean, manly.

“Get in,” he ordered. “Please undress.”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t want to get your dress wrinkled, you might need it later tonight.”

“Can I at least get a kiss?”

He kissed me and put his hands under my dress to caress my ass. I was wearing a string.

“I much preferred you when you were ovulating,” he said. “You were way more… obedient.”

“How did you know…”

He helped me remove my dress, gently, until I was down in my string. I giggled a little bit. I hadn’t realized, but I was already soaked wet. I don’t know why, or how he got me like that so fast. There was something so… manly about the way he talked. . I helped him remove his pants and underwear and he immediately carried me to bed. He laid over me, removed my string, and put his dick inches away from my cunt, ready to penetrate me.

“I’m doing this, but in exchange, your next ovulation is mine. Deal?”

“What are you going to do?”

“And this time no bullshit, you strip right as you enter my place and you follow my commands. Deal?”

“Deal,” he said, and right as I said that, he penetrated me. I let out a strong “ah” surprised he would take me so easily and so hard. He really slipped in like it was nothing, and he was quite thick.

And he was hard, too: rock hard, pounding me, rhythmically, the huge head of his cock getting in and out of my body, sending me crazy every time. He continued for a minute or two, bringing me barely right near the edge of a delicious orgasm.

I started panting and moaning, “ah ah ahhh,” and I knew the orgasm was very close. A few more thrusts and my juices would explode all over his dick, and preferably he would also give me a good fill. This man had no problem making me come.

But out of nowhere, he stopped.

“Ok, we stop here.”

“What!?!” I asked in a daze, disappointed.

“I told you, we’re going somewhere. Don’t touch yourself,” he said, snapping my hand that had found its way to my clit. “We’ll finish this later. I want you sharp and horny as hell for tonight. We’re going to a club.”

“Oh?”

“You know how hungry animals always hunt better? I want you horny all night long. One more thing.”

He brought the anal vibrator he had used last time. He shoved it in my pussy – for lube – then asked me to turn and bend.

“But but but…”

“As I said, I much preferred you in your super-horny mode. Didn’t you text me saying you wanted the same as last time?”

He worked its way slowly into my ass, vibrating, then penetrated my ass directly, the slightly thicker head making its way through my anal entrance. Then, he pushed it all the way in until only a tiny spot remained out of me.

“You will be wearing this during clubbing tonight. Don’t worry, it won’t fall off. You might need to push it back in if it slips out a bit,” he said He ordered me to get dressed and fix my make up, slightly damage by sweat. I grabbed my string.

“No, no string. No underwear tonight.”

“But…”

“Only your dress and high heels.”

God I was so horny, but I did as he asked. It felt so… good being naked under there. And no one knew. I felt incredibly vulnerable, I had so little on me. He led me out to meet his friends. As we waited in line, I started to get quite uncomfortable with that huge thing in my ass. In the car, it had been rough especially. In our group, his friends who were all in their late 20s or early 30s, nobody seemed to notice anything, although I talked much less than I normally would. I felt super scared as we entered the club, sure I would get found out, but nope.

Someone in the group said he was ordering us drinks and we started dancing. I danced with him a few minutes, then went back to the bar to drink. He told me:

“Listen: I want you to dance with some other guys here. Not necessarily guys from our group. I want you to grind, touch, caress them. Closely.”

“But…”

“You are one little horny slut with no underwear and a butt plug in your ass and you will dance with those guys. Let them touch you, feel your body, caress your ass. Let them enjoy you, enjoy your body. Kiss them, make out with them. Press your breasts against him, grind your pussy on them. Make them hard and oozing precum wanting to fuck you. Make them want you. You’re a slut and that’s what sluts do. But don’t come. If you get an orgasm from any of them, we won’t finish our business tonight and we’ll never talk again.”

GOD he was making me so incredibly… hot!!!!!!!!

“I’ll be watching, too. I want you to grind at least three different guys or we’re not having sex later tonight.”

I couldn’t believe he could ask that and I couldn’t believe how much I liked it and how much I was enjoying it. Me, a girl that even tied her hair in a ponytail at work, trying to look professional at all times. A hard-working girl focused on her career, and I was going to grind some perfect strangers.

First guy was easy to find as he was at the bar too, and offered me a drink if I danced with him. Sure. Quickly, the dance became sexual and by the second song, we were kissing. I absolutely loved dancing and clubs so this was just perfect for me. As we neared the third song, he finally grabbed my ass and pushed me against him. I grabbed his ass too and moved my pussy right on his dick.

I was wondering what he meant by “don’t come.” Obviously, I couldn’t orgasm from just touching. But as his dick got hard, rubbing on my clit through the thick layers of his pants and my thin dress, I started to understand what he meant.

The thing in my ass starting vibrating.

I didn’t know why at first, and it caught me by surprise. This thing could be activated with a remote apparently.

It immediately sent a wave of warmth all over my body. I was surprised, but pleasantly. The vibration was subtle, but there was no missing it. On one side, I had his dick pressed about my clit, ready to penetrate me (he only had to lift my dress, in fact), on the other, some thing in my ass I didn’t control, pleasuring me from both ways.

I said I don’t normally come from touching. But this was different, obviously. I had been brought near the edge once already and was already… Well, quite aroused. And ready. And the dude kissing me all over and caressing my almost nude body and this thing doing its work…

Within a minute, I felt the orgasm nearing.

I was so hot, so close to it, I almost let myself go. But then I remembered what he had said, and I thought… I don’t know, to be honest I almost came, I wanted to badly, god it was exciting to come on the dance floor like that, with people all around, god the man wanted me so bad! But coming here, in the middle of all those people… It was so exciting, yet a bit scary. What if I got found out? At the end, my rational mind won: I really didn’t want to lose the man who put me in this situation.

Disoriented, I excused myself for a minute. Guy seemed lost. Sad, disappointed. The vibrator stopped a few seconds after I moved away from him.

“Almost came there, didn’t you?”

“I… I…”

“Remember, if you cum, that’s it for us. You know what I can do. You can either choose a mediocre orgasm here, or a pass-out orgasm in a few hours.”

“Of course.

“And that’s not even counting what I’ll do to you next time you orgasm. Now, two more to go.”

I had trouble finding my next guy. I danced with a few, but they seemed disinterested. Busy with something else. The faster I would grind three guys, the faster I would get my orgasm. Then, as I was losing hope, on the dance floor, a guy appeared out of nowhere to dance with me. We exchanged first names and within seconds, we were kissing, rubbing our bodies together, I was pressing my breasts on him. I was crazy horny and crazy slutty. I even caressed my own breasts over my dress to get him excited. He slid his hand on my leg, under my dress, which only covered me down to my knees or so, and brought the hand up to my hips, almost exposing my pussy. Not that it mattered, because the place was super dark, and packed. There were people all around and it was hard to see what people were doing below the waist, even if you cared to look, which most people didn’t. He moved his hand to touch my pubic hair (I shivered), than maneuvered his hand to touch my clit. I let him do all that. Me, the honest, professional, career girl. Being a real slut by letting a stranger finger her in the middle of a crowd.

He started rubbing me and sure enough, the vibrator started doing its work. I put my hand in his pants, but it didn’t fit very well. I unbuttoned his jeans, then slid my hand in again. Damn I wanted to touch him, I don’t know why! I grabbed his dick and starting stroking him. I was dead afraid to get caught by bouncer, but we were in the middle of a packed and loud dance floor, tons of people around us, and it was pitch dark, with just a few lights illuminating the place.

Merely 30 seconds later, I was within a few moments of orgasming, again. Never thought touching could arouse me so much. I had to stop stroking his rock hard dick and push his hand away.

“Holy shit I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he said. I smiled and kissed him, and told him to give me a minute. I excused myself again, in sweat, horny as hell, shaking from having so much tension and sexual arousal built on. The vibrator stopped a second later.

“You are one horny little slut,” he said. “I saw what you did to him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was hot. But I’m sure more people saw too. By the way, when I fuck you, that thing is going to vibrate full power.”

It was later and harder to find a third guy. Some guy at the bar chatted me, but there was something… strange about him. He made me feel uncomfortable. Men on the dance floor seemed not to notice me. Thankfully, I was saved by a guy from the group, who had recognized me. He was young, well-dressed and could present himself well. He wrapped his arms around me and started dancing with me.

He was harder to seduce, keeping his distance from me. I think I remembered this guy had a girlfriend or something. I still noticed he got hard but his pants were wayyyy too tight. At last, he leaned it for the kiss and I brought my body right on his. My pussy was craving a cock and although I hadn’t noticed it, I was literally dripping on the floor in wetness at this point, not even hesitating. He seemed to notice as he caressed my legs, because he ran his hands up my thighs, gathered some of my wetness (I hadn’t even noticed!), and brought it to my mouth.

Vibrator started.

I licked his fingers, licking my own juices, and he had these kind of “crazy with lust” eyes. I went down to my other leg to pick more moisture. I sucked it again, looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Good girl,” he said.

We danced some more until I couldn’t take it anymore. About to come, and fail, I moved away. I think I had fulfilled my mission.

“Wait!” he said. “You aren’t going to leave me like that, are you?”

“But…”

“I’m way too hard. You can’t leave me like that. Come here.”

He grabbed my arm and led me towards the exit. I didn’t resist one second. The vibrator stopped. It was quite late and the lineup was gone. He brought me a few alleys further, until we were isolated.

“You can’t leave me like that, it would be cruel.”

“But you… girlfriend…” I could barely place two words.

“She doesn’t have to know, does she?”

“But Mark…”

“He doesn’t have to know either, I think?”

He unzipped his pants and got me down to my knees. I did so without even hesitating, my bare knees on the asphalt on the ground.

His dick literally sprung out of his pants. I started sucking immediately.

“Man, Mark was right: you really are a fucking slut.”

“Hmm-mmph.”

“You’re not going to spit it out right?” I shook my head slightly. “Of course not, you’re a well-behaved slut.”

Damn it felt good to suck him. Just felt good that a man was sooo aroused by me, by my body, you know? I felt a bit bad about Mark, but then again, he had not expressly forbidden this – as long as I didn’t come. And trust me when I say this: I almost came just from sucking him. It was so hot.

He didn’t last long. Shot his cum in me, tapping my shoulders as he came so I could swallow it all. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, until his dick was totally limp.

“Good girl,” he said. “Mark is really, really lucky. C’mon, let’s get back inside.”

We walked a bit, then he stopped me. He wiped my legs clean, covered in my juices, this time using a napkin.

I walked in and had no trouble finding John. Immediately though, he gazed at my bruised knees.

“Interesting,” he said, amused. “I saw you going out with Ben but never thought you’d go that far. You are one horny little bitch.”

“Are you… mad? I’m sorry.”

“Well, did you swallow?” I nodded. “Then no, I’m not mad. Drink some to clean your mouth, then you dance with me. You’ve fulfilled your tasks, slut.”

I finished a pretty strong vodka-tonic, then went on the dance floor with him. “You little slut,” he said.

We danced and touched and caressed a bit, surrounded by people. Right and left, people pushed us they danced, their body almost as close to me as I was to him.

“Unzip my jeans,” he said

I did as he ask, and he lowered his boxers from under his jeans and immediately, his dick sprang out. I looked up, a “oh my god” expression on my face. He was huge and he was hard.

Vibrator started.

He put his arms around my waist and lifted me up (he was taller). It took a couple of tries, but eventually, his rock hard dick made its way inside my completely open pussy. I had to lean over him and grab over his shoulders because I wasn’t tall enough, but he eventually got all the way in.

He started giving all those little upward thrusts, pushing up with his hips, fucking me. Right there. Surrounded by people. All around, people dancing and having fun, touching us, moving around us, and he was fucking me.

“You’re a horny little slut and you are going to orgasm right in the middle of all those people, and they will have no idea.”

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes… It was insane. Absolutely amazing. ll those people moving around us, almost in trance, and his HUGE dick filling my cunt, fucking my brains out. So many emotions going through my mind: what if we get caught? What if I screamed too loud as I orgasmed? What if we messed something or… I don’t know!

“I’m going to cum in your pussy and you’ll let the cum drip from you, right down to the floor, like the dirty whore you are.”

Just a few strokes later, I came. It was too much.

I kissed him, trying to muffle my screams of pleasure. My entire body was betraying me, sending me completely over the edge. A MUCH-awaited orgasm that felt liberating and insanely good. I could have crumbled to the floor in pure elation had he not be there to hold me. I completely lost control, lost in euphoria of that crazy-arousing orgasm. I screamed even with my mouth on his, for several minutes. I was holding him so strong, damn that orgasm made me strong.

He came right as my orgasm subsided a bit, sure enough filling my pussy with cum. He bit my neck lightly as he let out a long “ah”, almost pushing me away as he shot his hips forward.

“That’s one big fucking load. It’s all going to come down on your leg. People will see what a fucking slut you are.”

He finally got limp, got out of me, dropped me to the floor and we kissed and kissed. No one had noticed anything or if they did – I’m sure some noticed at least a little bit that something weird was going on – they didn’t say a word.

“No,” he said, as I was trying to bring my hands down to see how much of a mess I was. “Keep your arms up. Right here.”

It was 2:45 and we danced until the club closed, fifteen minutes later. We all walked outside together, the entire group, I had forgotten about the cum dripping down out of me, too dazed by that amazing orgasm and how hot what we had done was!

As we approached our car, I noticed Ben holding his girlfriend. He was kissing and cuddling her, and I could tell the two of them were going to fuck. “I already got a head start on that hehehe,” I remember thinking to myself. This girl had no idea I had sucked his man and she would be getting leftovers. Maybe I was better than her? He had come pretty fast, and pretty hard. Maybe he was exhausted? Wouldn’t be fair for that poor girl.

“Hey, you got something going down your leg,” another guy from the group said. Mark immediately changed the conversation, saying “oh, woman stuff. Good night and thanks for all the fun,” shaking his hand.

“Don’t clean yourself,” he said. Indeed, there was a drip of cum going down my left leg. He opened the back door of his car and told me to lay on my back. Then, he got his phone out, lifted my dress to expose my pussy and took a good picture or two, no faces. He showed me.

There was indeed a big amount of cum on my cunt, still barely hanging on my pussy lips, some of it dripping on each of my legs. Oh my god it was so fucking hot.

“Don’t clean youself,” he repeated, and he drove us back to his home.

I stripped immediately as I camein, as he had instructed me. He didn’t even have to ask. Cum was still there, more and more of them, it was almost down to my ankles now. Also some of it had ended on my dress. He invited me to his room and finally told me to clean myself. I grabbed a Kleenex…

“No, not like that,” he said. “Did you finish Ben in a Kleenex? I don’t think so. Use your fingers and mouth.”

I grabbed as much cum as I could with my index, and brought it to my mouth. I was a bit hesitant as, well, I was kind of eating myself too, and normally it would gross me out.

“You tasted him, it’s only fair you taste me as well.”

I swallowed it. I eventually finished the legs and grabbed the huge blob of sperm that was still stuck to my vagina. I ate it. I finished it, only problem, I was so horny I was dripping juices as fast as I could eat them.

He fucked the shit out of me. Two times. Two more orgasms, and I had to beg him to stop because I was completely exhausted. Drained. Unable to take his cock anymore. We slept together, vibrator finally removed (and cleaned, the yucky part I’m not describing), late, and I seemed to be more tired than him because he woke up before me, managing to penetrate me before I ever opened my eyes. He managed to make me come again, filled me with cum one last time, and we kissed before I parted way.

On my way home, I got soaked wet again thinking about how hot it had been, and hoping I wouldn’t get recognized or something. I become scared the club had cameras or that they had seen something, then managed to brush that irrational fear off. Later that night, he sent me a picture of my dripping pussy and I completely lost it, fucking myself with a toy until I orgasmed (he was busy, ugh), I couldn’t think of how hot it was and how much of a slut he had made me.

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