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Hey everyone! Nina here!
So this happened over a year ago. Me and the guy I was sleeping with at the time, Rodney, went to Montreal for a night. Rodney is a tall, handsome black man in his early 30s with a strong assertive personality and dominant physique. I’m a 28-year old Lebanese girl, about 5-1 and tiny compared to him.
When we arrived at Montreal, we made plans to go out for drinks and cigars at night. I had never smoked before and didn’t anticipate doing so, but was excited to hang out with Rodney and for what would eventually come later that night.
Evening came and I put on a nice black mini dress, ready to head out. Rodney looked at me and said, “you look amazing.” I blushed. “But I want you to wear something else.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Yeah, you look great right now. But why don’t you dress a little extra provocatively. Take things up a notch.” I smiled and went back into my luggage. I picked out a grey mini skirt and black crop top. I held it up to Rodney who said, “better. But I’m thinking extremely slutty, Nina. You can do better, I know you can.”
I accepted the challenge. I looked through my luggage and found the perfect outfit (the one in the picture above). I wasn’t planning on wearing this outside the bedroom, but if Rodney was challenging me I had to come through.
I grabbed the outfit and went to the bathroom to change. I had picked out a white mini skirt. It was extremely short, very tight and slightly see through. It would ride up every time I took a step and honestly was probably one or two sizes too small for me. But I didn’t care. I put it on.
Underneath I put on a neon pink thong. But here is where things got really slutty. Instead of wearing a crop top or tank top or sweater, I decided to wear a bra. That’s right. A BRA. It was a black bra with gold sparkles over it. It was clearly meant to be worn under another top and not by itself, but I didn’t give a fuck. If Rodney wanted me to take things to the next level then that is what I would do.
I walked out of the washroom to present myself to my date. He looked at me up and down, scanning and taking in every inch of my body, admiring the naked skin that was visible over the minimal articles of clothing. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he said.
Excited for his approval, i put on my heels and we went out. I got plenty of disapproving looks from people we passed in the lobbies. People were probably thinking I was a prostitute or a stripper. I didn’t really care. I held Rodney’s arms and we went down to the parking garage to his car.
We drove to the cigar lounge, his hands resting on my bare thighs the entire drive over. When we got there, I noticed a big bouncer manning the door. I got nervous, wondering if he would let me in the way I was dressed.
“Fuck Nina, you should have brought a jacket to wear over until you got inside,” I thought. We approached the bouncer. He looked at me, clearly checking me out and my lack of clothing. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind and he let me in. I let out a sigh of relief as we went inside.
A thick fog of smoke greeted us as we walked in. A waitress met us at the door. She was scantily clad as well, wearing a tight black skirt and a full sleeve top. She clearly noticed that she was not the most inappropriately dressed person in the building. She studied me for a quick moment and then led us to our seats.
We sat down at our seats, a low centre table with 4 comfortable couches surrounding it. I sat across from Rodney. My little skirt rose up as I sat, giving a clear view of my bright pink thong to Rodney. It was dark enough in the room so people at other tables would probably not be able to see it, so I was comfortable.
We ordered drinks and Rodney ordered a cigar for himself. I took a sip of my drink, enjoying the nice atmosphere, the loud music, and the thick smog from the cigars. Rodney and I didn’t say much to each other. We actually didn’t talk much outside the bedroom. Not much in common to be honest.
Moments later, a man approached our table and greeted Rodney like an old friend. The man was tall and burly with a shaved head. Rodney introduced me to him – he was the owner of the establishment. I stood up to hug him and introduced myself, after which he sat down with us.
I didn’t realize that my skirt had risen all the way again. My bright pink thong was clearly visible to this stranger. I caught him taking a peek between my legs a few times, and he would never maintain eye contact when speaking to me. His eyes would often glance at my naked chest and stomach and shoulders and then back at the pink thong clearly visible under my skirt.
At this point in my life I didn’t mind exposing my body. I was a lot more comfortable with my body and enjoyed the attention I got from other men. I drank my martini while Rodney and the man chatted. The man then invited us to the bar to take a few shots. We got up and walked over with him.
As I walked over, I noticed nearly every guy turning his head to see what I was wearing. Granted it must have been quite a shock to see someone wearing what I wore in public. To make matters worse, my pink thong was clearly visible through the see through material of my white skirt.
Again, I didn’t mind. I was no longer shy and loved the attention. I sat up on the bar stool in between Rodney and the man. The bartender brought out shots and we took them. Then another. And then moments later, another.
3 shots on an empty stomach was all it took for me to start to lose my mind. I found myself getting hyper, grooving to the music, and acting silly and stupid. I got up off of my bar stool, my skirt riding up to expose a good amount of my butt cheek. I didn’t bother fixing it. Instead I walked to Rodney and wrapped my arms around him, stroking his chest and playfully kissing and nibbling at his ear.
Rodney tried to concentrate on his conversation, but was clearly having difficulty. He gestured for me to ease up. I smiled and said no, and whispered in his ear. “It’s time to fuck me, daddy.” Rodney received the message loud and clear. He excused himself from the conversation with the man and took me by the hand, leading me to the car.
When we got to the car, I didn’t bother tying my seatbelt. I immediately went in between Rodney’s seat. He pushed his seat back and helped me unzip his pants. I pulled his massive cock out and took it in my mouth like an animal. I slurped and sucked it hard, licking every inch with my soft lips, as my lipstick painted the skin on his massive cock. He held my by my head, stroking my hair as I bobbed my head up and down like a good girl, gurgling his massive cock.
Then he picked me up effortlessly and put me on his lap, moving my thong to the side. I spread my legs wide and let his cock slide inside my wet pussy as I let out a scream.
I could never get used to his cock. It was clearly too massive for my tiny little fuck hole. I bounced on his cock, up and down, my small breasts hitting his face as he kissed my chest. We locked lips, giving each other deep passionate kisses as the car shook harder from my ass bouncing on him. Rodney was about to bust.
This was one of those times I let him bust inside me without any regard for consequences. Rodney unleashed his hot lava cum in my pussy as I felt it coat my insides. I sat there on top of him for a few moments, feeling his cock slowly lose its hardness after the pounding it just gave me. I went back to my seat, and wiped off as much cum as I could. We walked back into the hotel room, as I felt the sticky cum against my thighs starting to dry.
When we got to the bedroom, I took off my thong and bra and stripped Rodney naked. All I was wearing was my skirt which I pulled up to my stomach. I went down on my knees and went under his balls, putting them in my mouth and rinsing them with my spit, making them nice and clean. I moved my tongue under his balls to lick the area below it, and made my way to his ass, licking in and around his asshole, giving him the pleasure he deserves.
Rodney got up and took me to the bathroom. He picked me up and put me on the counter as he shoved his black cock inside my pink pussy. He fucked me for a few moments while we kissed, pounding me deep and hard and filling me with ecstasy.
He then put my feet on the ground and bent me over the counter, as he fell to his knees. I felt his wet tongue lick my ass, as his tongue slid inside my tight asshole. He would alternate between his tongue and his finger from time to time, making me nice and wet and cleaning my asshole.
Then Rodney went to the luggage and brought some lube as I remained bent over. He applied the lube and slid his cock slowly into my ass. I screamed, my mouth wide open as I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a mess, a complete whore. Rodney sped up his pace and fucked me harder, my tiny asshole spreading with his fat cock as I screamed and begged him for more and he kept going, my breasts shaking from the pounding.
He filled my ass with his cum and pulled out when he was finished unloading and hopped into the shower. I stood there trembling, still trying to recover from the fucking. When I was stable, I joined Rodney in the shower and cleaned myself up.
We left Montreal the next morning. This was a memorable mini getaway for us. I will always remember how Rodney dared and challenged me to step out of my comfort zone and wear what I or no one else would normally wear. It was a liberating and flattering experience to see every eye on me and my reward of the amazing sex afterwards made it all worth it.
I hope you all had fun reading this as much as I enjoyed living it. Until next time.
-Nina
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k7sm5o/dared_to_dress_like_the_ultimate_slut_in_public