The music pulsed through the club, bodies rubbing against each other to the beat. Strangers and friends alike, just looking for some sort of vice for the night. I watched as the guy that I had come with ground his cock against another girls ass, a smile on my face. Should have seen that coming.
*Who thinks a club is a good second date?*
Soon enough my date disappeared into the sea of people and my eyes wandered around the club. My gaze met a set of dark brown eyes of a man standing by the bar. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he simply looked away. Feeling flushed all of a sudden, I stood and finished off my vodka-cran. The beat shook through me as I shoved my way towards the bathroom. A few wandering hands groped at my ass and one tried to grab my breast. Swatting that hand away, I finally made it to the bathroom.
I leaned over the sink and patted some cool water on my cheeks. The heat left them and I stood, fixing my short black dress so it covered my ass a bit better. My hand went to grab the handle of the door but it opened just before I grabbed it.
There stood the man from the bar. His dark eyes ran over me, taking in my tight little dress. My breasts were popping over the top, giving everyone a hint of the lace purple bra I had thrown on just before my date.
“I was just leaving.” I mumble, moving to push past him. His warm hand wrapped around my forearm stopping me. My eyes went up to meet his again.
“Your date ditched you.” It should have been a question but he was stating it as a fact.
“How do you know?” I tilted my head, frowning a bit. Had he been watching me?
The man shrugged slightly, his hand still gripping my forearm. “Saw you with some guy earlier. Haven’t seen you together since.”
“I’m glad you can see? Now please let go. I should go find him.” I try to get my arm free but his grip is strong, not breaking or loosening even a bit.
“Were you jealous watching him grind on another woman?” His tone was curious and I stopped moving for a second, looking at him.
“It’s only our second date so no, I can’t say I was.”
The man nodded, eyes wandering from my face to my breasts and back. “I’m going to kiss you.”
“The fuck you-”
His lips pressed firmly against mine, stopping my sentence. I tried to pull my head back but his other hand gripped the back of my head, holding my lips against his. They moved against mine slowly and his tongue pressed against my lips for a second before disappearing.
I tried to pull back again and this time the hand on my forearm dropped to my ass and he spanked it. I gasped and his tongue quickly entered my mouth. It massaged mine and I felt my resolve to leave crumbling. Finally giving into him, my body pressed against his.
He pulled his lips from mine and gave me ass a firm squeeze. A moan came out and he smirked down at me. The man pushed me back into the bathroom and locked the door behind him, looking me over again. I knew my face had to be flushed again and my dress had ridden up, showing the very bottom of my lace thong.
“Get on your knees.” He commanded, his fingers unbuttoning his jeans and zipping down the fly.
I eagerly got on my knees, watching as he pushed his jeans down around his ankles, leaving him in just boxers. He stepped towards me and guided my hands to the top of his boxers. Pushing them down, his cock sprung free. Veiny and thick, with just a bit of precum on the tip.
I leaned forward and licked the precum off, looking up at the stranger. He stared back, hissing when my tongue licked over his tip.
“You’re going to suck my cock like a good slut… Then after that I might fuck you.” His words had me clenching my thighs.
“That doesn’t seem fair.” I say, running my tongue over his tip again then down the length of his shaft. His hand tangled in my hair and he yanked it back, forcing me to look up at him.
“Since when do sluts care about fair…?” He gave me no time to argue, tilting my head back down and shoving his cock past my lips.
I tried to open my mouth as wide as I could, relaxing my jaw. The man groaned quietly as I lowered my mouth down his cock. Thank god he wasn’t more than 7 inches. Just thick. His tip hit the back of my throat and I gripped his thighs.
As my head bobbed up and down on his cock, he used one hand to hold my hair and the other went down to play with his balls. I was taking my time, enjoying how it fit just right in my mouth. Then my cheek stung a bit.
“Faster.” His voice was deeper, his hips thrusting slightly. I tried to bob my head faster but he let out a displeased grunt. “I have to do everything myself…”
The hand in my hair tightened painfully, holding me still. Then he started thrusting his hips quickly. His balls kept hitting my chin and the tip of his cock kept stabbing at the back of my throat. I could feel some tears start to leak out of my eyes. He looked down and I swear he grinned when he saw some of the tears.
“Such a good slut…” He mumbled, still thrusting into my mouth.
My jaw started to ache but he ignored my whimpers, slapping my cheek if I made too much noise. After a minute, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and tapped my red cheek with it. I was gasping for air, looking up at the man. He reached down and wiped one of the tears, smiling.
“I want you to beg me to fuck you. Beg for it.” My cheek stung again and I jumped slightly, not expecting it. “Beg me to fill you like the slut you know you are.”
My pussy seemed to get wetter at the command but I was conflicted. I had never begged for a man to fuck me before. It seemed… Wrong. There were plenty men out on the dance floor that would fuck me. Why beg this one man?
But staring at his cock, covered in my spit, I swallowed my pride.
“I want you to fuck me. My pussy wants to be filled with your cock.” His cock twitched when I said that. “Fuck me like the slut I am. Please.”
Without another word the man pulled me to my feet and bent me over the sink. I gripped the sides of the sink, watching him in the mirror as he stroked his cock a couple times, eyes trained on my dripping pussy. Giving me no warning, he surged forward and thrust his cock into me.
I moaned as it stretched out my tight pussy. It had been a few months since I had had sex. He groaned, hand spanking my ass as he completely sheathed himself inside of me. He didn’t give me any time to adjusting, immediately thrusting in and out of me quickly. Every thrust had my front half pounding against the sink, pressing my clit.
“Such a fucking slut.” ***Smack.*** “Letting a stranger fuck you.” ***Smack.*** “Does your date know you’re this dirty?” ***Smack.***
Between him spanking my ass, the dirty talk and my clit hitting the counter repeatedly I could feel my orgasm building. He seemed to be able to tell too before he thrust faster, spanking me harder.
“You gonna cum on a strangers cock?” ***SMACK.*** “Dirty slut. That’s what you are.” ***SMACK.*** “Say it!” ***SMACK.***
“I’m a dirty slut!” I all but scream, loosing my grip on the sink. He grabs my hair again and pulls my head up, locking eyes with me in the mirror.
“Beg to cum slut.” His thrusts are getting sloppier and I know he’s close too.
“Please let me cum. I’ve been a good slut.” A moan rips through me as he spanks my ass again, keeping his eyes on mine. “May I please cum? Please?!”
He simply nods and I jump off the edge. My walls clench and my legs tremble as I cum. Something between a moan and a strangled scream leave my mouth. Then the man shouts and I feel a new heat fill me.
His thrusts slow then he pulls himself out of me. My body stays bent over the sink as I try to catch my breath. We stare at each other as the man pulls some paper towels from the dispenser and gently wipes my pussy clean, then cleans his cock.
As he starts to pull his jeans up, I find my strength. Standing, I turn to face him. His jeans are buttoned and he barely looks like he just had a hard fuck in the bathroom.
“Might want to fix your hair Sweetheart. Wouldn’t want your date to know that your such a slut huh?” With a quick wink, the man has the door unlocked and gone.
After I brush down my hair and straighten out my dress, I leave the bathroom. There’s a couple people hanging around nearby that give me a look but say nothing. I keep my head up, walking towards the music.
An arm wraps around my waist and pulls me against their body. Without looking, I know it’s my date. I can smell the beer from earlier on him.
“There you are.” Lips press against my ear and I tilt my head back, kissing his cheek. “Where’ve you been?!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m54hij/beg_for_it