It had been 2 weeks now since your boyfriend had to leave home to visit family. The house felt empty, and you were beginning to find yourself more and more frustrated at even minor annoyances, no doubt caused by the lack of any good fuck in so long.
What’s worse, you found yourself behaving worse and worse every day at work. Being a stripper, it wasn’t exactly unusual for you to get a little too into a lap-dance and walk way a smidgeon _too_ hot and bothered than you’d prefer as a taken girl. But now you found yourself desperately yearning to grind against their laps, pressing your barely panty clad ass deep against the bulges in their laps to the point of making yourself wet. Well, _wetter than usual_ anyway. And when they _flirted_, oh, it was quite over for you behaving like any kind of reasonable “good girl” at that point. They’d tell you how naughty you were and you’d present your ass proudly for them to roughly spank in response.
But aside from being a little less chaste in your work, you hadn’t quite _slipped up_ yet.
Surprisingly, you found yourself in an unusual scenario of having a Saturday night off. Too many strippers, too few laps, perhaps. It was getting rather slow with the winter winds kicking in anyway.
_What to do with my night off?_ you think. _Netflix maybe..? No…_ After scrolling through some social media for awhile, you’re suddenly reminded of a place you always wanted to checkout. An old warehouse like club in the city that liked to host a “Fetish Ball” event once a month. And, as it just so happened tonight was the night. _Might as well… could be fun_ you think.
Taking only a short second to deliberate, you’ve quite readily accepted your change in the night’s plans as you throw on some make-up, your favorite collar, and a light but long and low cut dress (perfect to hide your lack of panties, and of course, the jeweled butt-plug that was seated firmly in your ass), and out the door you went.
It was a bit of an uncomfortable drive, with every little wiggle in your seat nudging the butt plug inside you in an awkward but thrilling way. By the time you were half way there you began to wonder if the lack of panties was such a good idea after all… if you weren’t careful your dress would be quite evidently stained from the juices silently dripping from you. _At least I won’t have a problem keeping it lubricated_ you silently laugh to yourself.
The night was full of surprises, evidently. Not only were you able to secure the perfect parking spot, but the bouncer didn’t even bother to check your id, happily stamping your wrist to indicate you were “over 21”. Not true, in fact. Only 20. But he didn’t need to know that and you felt no need to correct him on that count neither.
Not that you would drink much, but, _what is it they say? When in Rome, do as the romans do?_ And you were at a club, clashing your slutiness with some kind of self-assured (but in truth quite non-existent) chasteness given your dress. It wasn’t exactly a _church going_ dress, but few would expect the pretty blonde girl in the cute dress to be commando and soaking wet from the butt plug that rubbed her _just right_ with every step or bounce she did on the dance floor.
The club was quite a sight to behold, in fact you felt quite silly bothering to wear _actual clothing_ at all. Many girls traipsed about in lingerie as though it was just another day at your work. Albeit, some were wearing a bit more _leather_ than you might typically see on a co-worker.
Massive cages flanked either side of the upstairs stage, and them most scantily clad of women (and men) were happily showcasing their dance moves from within them. Although, you could hardly call what a few of them were doing actual dancing. Some had more in common with the kind of dance a customer would pay you for.
Downstairs was even more interesting. A whole section of the bar like seating area was blocked off, and inside a rather busty tattooed blonde girl was completely suspended by rope from the ceiling. It wrapped in pretty knots across her chest, between her lingerie clad tits, down her legs, and well, everywhere else too it seemed. It was clear there would be no way she could escape from that the way she was bound. The man who’d bound her stood above her, lightly slapping her face while holding a vibrator to her seemingly quite wet thong while she coo’d and moaned.
Not far from this spectacular view you caught sight of a familiar face in the crowd. Your heart almost seemed to skip a beat. _Hmmm_ you wondered. _Should I leave and hope he didn’t see me? Or say hi?_ But, you spent a bit too long thinking it over and soon your choice was made for you as I caught eye contact with you, smirked, and began to make my way over.
You weren’t exactly _surprised_ to see me there, but at the same time it wasn’t something you had anticipated or planned for. The little devil on your shoulder had already begun to make you gush as you considered how naughty you might have the opportunity to be. Oddly enough, the angel that was _supposed_ to be on the other shoulder was missing… perhaps he drowned in one of the last two or possibly three drinks that you’d had already (after all, it was easy to overdrink when men were clamoring over one another to buy you them).
“Finally come to checkout Fetish Ball huh?” I ask, having wandered over to where you stood.
Guiltily you had no choice but to nod in agreement. “I had the night off, and I remembered it was tonight, so yeah! I thought I’d come check it out.”
“What’s been the highlight of the night so far?”
_Hmm_ you consider. The butt-plug consistently stretching your alternate fuck hole seemed to make you gush again in excitement. “Uh… The rope I guess?” you awkwardly laugh, not wanting to reveal the real thing that’s been exciting you.
Before you knew it, we had been chatting for well over an hour about the event, kink, and seemingly anything that came to mind. With an additional drink or two to compliment the fun. “Refill?” you’d pout at me with those pretty eyes and a bite of your lower lip. And of course I’d oblige, waving the bartender over to pour you another to add to my tab.
Before long you find yourself practically rushing to the bathroom, desperate to relieve yourself in a different sort of way, and realizing along the way that you’ve drunk _probably a little much_ for driving home. Sitting on the toilet, a familiar story of mine comes to mind of my encounter with a girl in that very club, only in _that story_ the girl found herself in the men’s room and didn’t make her way out of it without a creampie to show for it. Laughing to yourself, you’re glad you picked the correct bathroom. Glad but also… maybe a little _not_ so. You can feel your heart pound a little through your chest as your cheeks flush and you think of the possibilities for a moment, before quickly finishing up, cleaning up and striding out of the bathroom back to the bar where I sat.
Sitting down, you can’t help but tease me for it. “You know, I’ve always wanted to get fucked in the bathroom of a club,” you laugh a little, winking at me with that signature lip bite. “It’s a shame my boyfriend isn’t here to indulge me.”
“Oh is that so? I’m sure you wouldn’t have trouble finding someone else to fulfill that fantasy, you know.” I smirk.
“Hmmm you’re probably right…” you stare into my eyes. “But that probably wouldn’t make me a very good girlfriend now would it?”
“Sounds like a pretty fun girlfriend to me… although you certainly wouldn’t be getting any ‘good girl’ accolades for it.” I laugh.
“Well I always did prefer being naughty to nice,” you chuckle. “And I haven’t had a proper spanking in ages.”
“Bend over then.” I smirk.
You laugh some more, “Not here… besides, I think I’ve had a bit much to drink… I know it’s far but… could you give me a ride home?” you ask, seemingly on auto-pilot. _What am I thinking?_ you wonder. Your panties would be soaked, that is, if you had been bothered to wear any.
“Oof,” I grimace. “You’re like an hour away right? Kind of a long drive.”
You pout at me, with another lip bite. “Please? I’ll make it up to you…” you plead.
“Hmmmm,” I audibly consider it. “Alright, but you’re giving me a lap dance in exchange. ‘On the house’ of course.”
“Uh, I’m not allowed to give out free lap dances,” you ask, a little confused now.
“Hah. I meant a lap dance at _your place_, after I drop you off.” I clarify.
A light bulb goes off in your head, and a shiver goes down your spine. Your heart beats a little faster. _Not a good idea…._ you think. And yet, all the wrong words come tumbling out of your mouth all the same, “Okay, but don’t get any ideas. Club rules.”
I laugh, but concede. “Okay okay, club rules.” And just like that, I paid my tab and out the door we went. Your heart fluttered as we walked straight past the car you had so conveniently parked right at the entrance, and over to mine. I offer you the door as we clamor inside and fumble to blast the heat as I plug your address into my phone’s GPS. It’s almost like a whole different person had taken control of your body now, brazenly giving out your address to me as I slowly pull out of the lot and make for the freeway.
The music plays softly as we glide along the road up into the mountains toward your home, neither saying much in the cool dark of the car. You almost drift off to sleep until you startlingly realize your ass seems ablaze. _Fuck, seat heaters_ you groan. Your entire mind becomes fixated on the tiny metal plug that’s been stretching your ass generously the last several hours. With the heat emanating from the seat your pussy feels as though it’s on fire, desperately wet and in need, and you can feel that heat reverberate throughout your entire body, bringing you to a modest sweat as you fidget in the seat.
_I can’t take it anymore_ you think, as you slide your ass forward in the seat and lower your hand. I glance over at you in surprise as you gently take hold of the plug and pull at it. You can’t help but let a moan escape as you withdraw the plug from your tight little asshole, almost crashing in a way of relief.
My jaw drops and I let out an audible “fuck” as you pull the plug out from under your dress, inspecting it. It was fully clean of course, though the jeweled end was slick with the run-off juices from your pussy.
Looking over at me, you’re almost nonplussed at my reaction. We lock eyes for a second before you move the butt-plug up to your mouth, giving it a quick lick before giving it a gentle suck on either end to clean it off. You smirk at me with a wink before putting it away in your purse and smoothing out your dress, all without saying a word.
The tension in the air had become deadly thick as neither of us made a single sound. The music hummed away as we finally approached your home.
Pulling into the driveway I quickly throw it into park as the car chimes and lights flash. “Coming inside for that lap dance?” you ask. _Thud_ you can feel your heart pound.
“Of course” I answer, as you fumble with your keys to let me in.
Throwing on some dim lights, you toss your purse aside as you fire up the sound system in the living room. “Take a seat,” you nervously say. _It’s just a lap dance_ you think. _No different from any day at work_.
I toss my coat aside and undo my shoes as I place myself on the coach, looking up at you as you fumble to put on a playlist. Looking back over at me, your eyes glance to my crotch as you raise an eyebrow. “Jeans?” you ask. “Couldn’t you have worn sweat pants or something?” you laugh.
Laughing with you, I simply shrug, stand up, and begin undoing my belt. You simply stand there, eyes locked with me as I let my pants fall to the floor, kicking them off.
Sitting back down in just my underwear and t-shirt now, you dim the lights further as you make your way to the couch, wrapping yourself around me as you grind your crotch into my lap.
_Oh fuck_ you realize, as your bare pussy pushes up against the barely contained bulge in my black boxer briefs. _No underwear_ you curse to yourself, gulping loudly. Undeterred, you grind yourself up against me with the beat of the song.
“You planning on keeping that dress on?” I ask, as my hands run up along your body against the fabric of it. “Umm, no” you blush. “Good”, I reply, as I grab hold of the hems and quickly lift it up and over and off your body. You gasp and lock eyes with me again, as I run my hands back down your waist and to your hips. “Ahh” I gasp to myself. “You’re a very naughty girl aren’t you? Wearing that butt-plug, and while commando no less,” I smirk.
“Y-Yes,” you admit. “Very naughty,” you agree.
“Naughty girls get spanked don’t they?” I ask.
“Yes. They do,” you agree, still grinding yourself against me, arms wrapped around me as my hands drag up and down your body and across your non-existent panty-line.
_whack_, a thud sounds through the room as my hand spanks your bare ass. “Well, aren’t you going to get into position?” I ask.
“Yes,” you obey.
“Yes, what?” I remind you.
“Y-Yes. Sir.” you reply, as you maneuver yourself gracefully into a face down ass up position over my lap, pussy presented proudly as you look over to me, mouth slightly open, awaiting. Heart pounding. _oh god_ you think. _I called him sir_.
“Mmm,” I moan as my hand drapes across you. First the small of your back, slightly down to the top of your ass checks, grazing your crack before I slip down one cheek and to the top of your thigh. _WHACK_ I spank you hard as you moan quietly. “You’ve been a very naughty girl haven’t you?” _WHACK_. “Who even knows where your boyfriend is right now.” _WHACK_ “I’m sure he doesn’t think you’re almost completely naked in the lap of another man, on _his_ own couch, getting spanked silly.” _WHACK_ You moan more loudly this time. “He would be jealous of how completely drenched you are for me.” _WHACK_.
With that last spank I leave my hand across your rapidly reddening ass cheek, before I drift it slowly inward. You groan loudly as my fingers brush across the fat wet lips of your pussy, slicking them with your juices as I gently rub. “You love this don’t you?” I ask.
“Yes Sir” you moan. I can feel you gush even wetter against my fingers as I rub circles against your clit. Your moaning grows even louder as my other hand snakes to the thin lacy bra that’s your only article of clothing. Sneaking my hand inside I begin to tweak the nipple of one of your cute little tits as my other hand continues to work your clit. “Please sir” you begin to beg, having lost almost all control. “Please may I cum?” you beg.
“No.” I deny you. “Not until I give you permission, my slut.” I command.
You gasp as I finally slip two fingers gently inside your increasingly puffy wet pussy. You can’t help but keep your body from writhing and thrusting and convulsing on top of me as I work my fingers inside you to your g-spot. I tenderly rub you there until you’re to the point of bursting. “Oh my god, fuck!” you cry out, “Please! I want to cum sooo badddly” you whimper, wiggling on top of me. “No,” I deny.
You feel my third finger then, but not against your pussy. You can feel it gently circle your pink little asshole that had gotten so nice and warmed up over the long hours of the night. Wet with the juices from your pussy, I’m easily able to push inside you, allowing my third finger to meet my other two between the thin wall separating your two fuck holes.
“Uggghghghhhg!” You spasm, involuntarily cumming against my fingers as pleasure crashes over you. You cry out in desperation “Noooo I’m sorry Sir I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” as your orgasm peaks.
Quickly withdrawing my fingers I give you several hard spanks in rapid succession. _WHACK_ “Bad.” _WHACK_. “Girl.” _WHACK_. “Did I…” _WHACK_ “give you…” _WHACK_ “permission to…” _WHACK_ “Cum?” _WHACK_.
“Noooo,” you almost cry out, head now buried in the couch, ass fully up as you take your punishment. “I’m sorry…” you pout. “Please can I have your dick now?” you beg.
“What an obstinate greedy little slut you are, aren’t you? No.” I deny again. “Or… but actually yes. On your knees. Now.” I command.
You scramble down to the floor on your knees. “Bra off.” I command.
You oblige me, stripping completely naked now. “Remove my underwear” I command, as I lift my shirt off over my head, now standing. Kneeling forward, you grab at my underwear and look up at me, biting your lip as you gently shirk them off. Looking back down your eyes fixate to my cock. You reach out tentatively. _Am I really doing this?_ You wonder to yourself, obviously rhetorically, as you grasp my shaft and open your mouth. _I want to taste him_ you think, as you breathe hard against me, almost burying your face in my cock and balls.
After a deep breath taking in the earthly and distinctly sex-fueled scent of me, you look up and lock your eyes with mine as your tongue darts out. You drag your tongue up from the base of my shaft all the way to the tip before you plunge your lips down over me, taking my cock deep into your mouth. You can feel the tip of me slide past your tongue and push against your throat as you begin to bob up and down. _No going back now_ you think, as you drip to the floor. _I’m such a naughty girlfriend…_
I frame your face with my hand, keeping your hair out of the way as you desperately taste my cock. “Hmmm that feels good… But I think you’re enjoying yourself a little _too much_. I’m supposed to be punishing you after all…” I wonder aloud. “Mrmrmhg” you try to acknowledge, not really saying anything as you kneel there overly satisfied as you suckle my balls and stroke me.
Your hand drifts down to your pussy as you begin to run circles against your clit while your other shifts to to work my balls, your lips wrapped right around my cock again. Until that is, I wrap one hand tight around the hair on the back of your head, and the other on your face. You look up at me, staring into my eyes with a mouth full of my cock.
“Not deep enough,” I say. I begin to thrust into your mouth now, forcing you to take me deeper and deeper. You’re gagging on my cock now, spit dripping from your mouth and mascara running down your face from the tears as you endure your face getting fucked. I barely give you time to breathe as I roughly pound your mouth like a pussy.
After a few minutes I can tell your jaw and throat are thoroughly sore and ruined, and I ease up my grip on you, pulling out of your mouth as you catch your breath. I smack my cock against your cheek a few times for good measure, mixing your make-up and tears with my pre-cum.
“Good girl,” I acknowledge as I pat your head a few times. You look up to me again, as you sit almost fully collapsed to the floor on your knees, your eyes wet from tears as you bite your lip and beg. “Please? Please can I have your cock now?”
“And where is it you want it?” I ask.
You gulp. “In my pussy…” you moan quietly.
“Complete sentences?” I demand.
You breathe hard as your heart pounds in your chest. “I want your cock… in my pussy. Please… Please give it to me,” you beg.
“That’s not what you _really_ want now is it,” I say, caressing your face and lips with my fingers. “What you _really_ want is for me me to give you a _creampie_, deep in your pussy… don’t you?” I ask.
“Yes!” you beg. “I want your cock to creampie my pussy. I need your cum inside me,” you plead, desperate and whimpering.
“Good girl. And who is that pussy going to belong to once I’ve filled it up with my cum?” I ask.
Your heart skips a beat. “You… My pussy will belong to you,” you eek out in a small voice. “Please take my pussy, sir…” you plead.
“Good girl,” I smirk, before raising you up from the floor. Holding your face, I give you a deep, deep kiss, my tongue dances with yours as we do, until I break from you and throw you down to the couch. You gasp in surprise as I climb up behind you and force you into a doggy style position, my hand pushing down on the small of your back to prop up your pussy.
I take a moment to plant kisses over your ass cheeks and inner thighs, until eventually I run my tongue up the length of your slit, before then dancing it across your wet little asshole. You moan in anticipation, “Please… no more teasing, please fuck me! I need your cock!” you whimper.
_WHACK_ I spank you hard on the ass before taking my position behind you. I rub the tip of my cock up and down your slit, barely pushing past your lips as I tease you. All you can do is whimper, until finally I grab hold of both your hips, and the tip of me begins to push into you. Your whole body seizes up in pleasure as I slowly fill you up with every inch of my shaft. You moan as you feel my balls rock up against your clit. I take my agonizingly slow time thrusting in and out, growing only a little quicker with each stroke as you beg me to fuck you harder. Until finally, I unleash a full hard pace slamming into you with a loud _thwack_ every second, my balls slamming against your clit each time I bottom out inside your cunt.
_WHACK_ _WHACK_ I spank you more with each thrust as my other hand reaches up our back and around your throat, my body pressed close to yours as my cock thrusts into you over and over and over. You’re a moaning screaming mess as quick and merciless orgasms crash over you again and again with seemingly every thrust. Minute by minute goes by as you take a furious pounding; you’re fucked stupid by your orgasming until finally you feel my cock begin to tense and pulse and grow unbelievably hard. “God yes, fucking cum in me, give me that creampie!” you scream, as I grunt and fuck you even harder, until finally you can feel as jets of my cum splash hard against your cervix, claiming you, breeding you, taking your cunt for my own.
We both collapse down on the couch, me still on top of you, still inside you, cock gently twitching as my cum struggles to not leak out from your pussy, both of us panting and at a loss for breath.
“Who… does your pussy… belong to now?” I ask between labored breathes.
“My pussy… it belongs to _you_ now.” you concede.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jrel88/mf_siinful_desires_domsub_cheating_creampie