Slut’s Night Out

Are you a good slut?” He growled from behind her, his nose nuzzled her hair and his warm breath tickled her ear sending shivers down the rest of her body.

“What?” She whispered back, her voice catching slightly. She had heard him, he knew that, but he’d caught her off guard.

Without moving his head, he snaked both arms around her body, one hand came up and rested around her neck ever so gently pulling her back into himself, the other hand expertly found a vulnerable nipple through her shirt and rolled it between two fingers. He heard her inhale sharply. He repeated his question. “Are you a good slut?” his grip on both neck and nipple squeezed to punctuate the question, willing the correct answer out of her.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice caught again, her body flushed hot with trepidation. The ritual had begun.

“Good girl.”

She smiled to herself at the rewarding words and felt her body flush again. Her pulse quickened as she waited for what might come next.

He released his grip and spun her bar stool around so she could face him “Do you remember the rules a good slut must obey?” She nodded.  “Tell me.”

“A good slut must never fully close their mouth or their legs.” As she recited the rules, she adjusted her crossed legged sitting position to comply with the rule. As she relaxed her jaw and straightened her herself on her stool, he stuck a leg in between her knees and repositioned his body so that he was standing between her legs. She was keenly aware that his body was now the only thing keeping the rest of the bar from getting a clear shot up her miniskirt. He didn’t allow her to wear panties, especially on date nights.

“What else?” he ran his thumb lovingly along her loose bottom lip and into her mouth.

“A good slut must always remain available for use.” As she spoke the words, her body flushed again in response. She could feel him beginning to swell between her legs. His pants tightened slightly.

He hands moved to undo another several buttons on her blouse before reaching inside to find her nipples again demonstrating the second rule. She glanced around the bar, nervous at who might see them.  He squeezed, the sharp pains re-focused her back on him.

“And lastly?” he urged

“A good slut is disposable.”

“And why is that?”

“Because a good slut is a fuck toy for your pleasure.”

“Good girl”, he growled again as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. As she kissed him back she felt him force two fingers into her cunt. She opened her knees wider to accommodate. His thumb flicked her clit in reward before pulling out abruptly and spinning her stool back around to face the bar. Before she could react, he was flagging down the bar tender with the same hand that had just violated her. She smirked, her face red from embarrassment and arousal.

They had played this game before but always at home and in preparation for a scene. They had never done something this spontaneous or public. She was unsure what he was planning but the fear and anxiety turned her on more.

At home they had used the same verbal ques to help get into the headspace of the scene. But even now, in a public bar, she felt her body respond to those ques like one of pavlovs dogs. She smiled at the thought of being a trained pet.

When they both had fresh drinks he lead her to the back of the bar. It was dark and moody but the drinks were good and the pool tables were flat.

He chose the furthest corner and sat back with his scotch and cigar, watching a nearby group of bros knock balls around their table. After a few minutes, he stood up and put a quarter on the table. She was surprised because, as far as she knew, He didn’t play pool. The bros acknowledged his place and after a few more minutes signaled that it was His turn to play.

He took her hand and walked her over to the group. Surely, he was not expecting her to play – not in a miniskirt and half button shirt!

“How much do you all usually bet a game?” He asked, “20 bucks, is it?“

“Yeah, 20 typically.” One bro replied.

“I want this slut to learn to play pool.” He spoke to the bros as if she wasn’t there. “If she wins, you all give me 20 each. If she loses, she will give you all blow jobs.”

Her jaw dropped and eyes widened. “She’ll do what?” She thought to herself as her disbelief struggled to comprehend.

The bros’ eyebrows raised and they all looked at her shocked expression before looking at each other for confirmation and accepted the terms.

He looked directly in her eyes “She’s a good slut.” He stated matter-of-factly before returning to the corner table and picking up his drink.

She turned back to the bros and smiled wearily trying to collect her wits. She tried to shake off her nerves and turned to picked out a que stick for herself. The bros said nothing as they reset the table. She was offered to break.

She saddled up to the front of the table to line up the break shot. Her full tits tried to fall out of her half-buttoned shirt. She glanced up to see if the bros noticed. They did and they all had stupid grins on their faces. It was then that she realized the wall behind her was mirrored and her skirt was far too short.

She glanced at Him. He was watching her intently and casually sipping his drink. She wasn’t sure if she was angry or turned on but this was definitely new. She took her shot. Scratch. The bros giggled. She flushed red. This was not a good start.

The game continued for a few rounds with equal embarrassment before He called her over and handed her a drink.

She sipped her drink and glared at Him. Her glare made him smirk and he spun her around to face the bros lining up their shots and positioned her in front of him. She stood sipping drink as he fondled her backside and just before it was her turn again, he pushed something cold and round and hard into her ass. A jeweled metal butt plug.

That’s just what she needed, she thought. Bling to draw attention to her bare ass. bzzzzz! she jumped and look at him. Her shock met his devilish grin as he danced a remote in her face. She flushed burning red now, set her drink down, and left to take her shot with the bros.

The game continued with new levels of humiliation. She did her best to ignore the periodic and always surprising vibrations from her insertable and hoped the bros weren’t very observant, but their growing snickers were not giving her hope.

By the end of the game, she had given up trying to corral her tits and resigned to just let them fall out. She also gave up trying to hide her ass from the mirror; everyone was getting a blow job anyway.

Down to the 8 ball, she called her pocket. As she bent over the table to take the shot, He appeared behind her to announce that if she scratched, they could choose if they wanted a blow job or to fuck her. He then slid a finger down through her now wet and swollen cunt and licked it clean before making a display of turning the remote up to high and backing up toward his seat to watch the finale.

The strength of the vibrations made it nearly impossible to stand let alone line up a shot. She scratched. He turned the remote off and she collapsed on top of the table – ass and tits on full display. She cared not.

What her previous self-coconsciousness had failed to notice was that her nearly pornographic game play had started to draw a small crowd. Not enough to get noticed by the bouncer yet but enough that she now realized there was more audience than just the bros and Him. There were even more quarters on the table. No one else knew the deal he had struck with the bros, they all just wanted to play with the girl who couldn’t seem to keep her clothes fully on.

She retreated from the pool table back to Him to finish her drink.

“You’re being a very good slut” he cooed. “I’m enjoying your performance.”

“Thank you, sir. I’m happy to please you but how are we going to finish this with the boys?”

Oh, you’re not done. I’m having fun and based on what I felt a few min ago, you are too. You’re going to play more games and I’m going to get more drinks. Stop fighting your feelings and have fun” he kissed her deeply, cupping  her tits in his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumb and first finger. She moaned, “Yes, sir.” Before heading back the table for the next game.

The bros took another nearby table and watched the next few games, each with new players. She stopped caring about how exposed she was and grew increasing aroused at her own exhibitionism and her cunt grew wetter with each plug vibration He controlled.

At some point He passed the remote to the bros who made a game of vibing her at the most inopportune times to illicit maximum humiliation. They in turn passed it on to the next group of winners who were more inclined to just vibe her on high constantly and for long periods until her legs became jelly and her ass went numb. Her cunt was soaking wet now and you could see her juices dripping down her bare legs.

After a few more games and half a dozen or more people, she couldn’t play anymore and He finally intervened to stop the torture.  

“You’ve all played well and taught this slut good sportsmanship since she is clearly an abysmal shot.” A wry smile crossed his face. “I now offer you all the opportunity to take your winnings from this slut in any form you like.”

Her anxiety spiked as He folder her arms behind her back, forearms rested on top of each other, her hands grasping each opposite elbow forcing her barely contained tits forward and out. She looked trustingly at him and he whispered “Good girl” as he walked her to the middle of the room.

He stood behind her facing the line of people she’d just spend the last few hours teasing, arms tight behind her, feet shoulder width apart, mouth relaxed and open. He grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it the rest of the way open, fully exposing her tits now with no where to hide them. She cared not and leaned back into him as he played with her tits in front of her new fans and encouraged them all to come join him. They did not require much encouragement. The small group of people all gather around her like a zoo animal, petting and pawing at her body. She looked up at him still firmly behind her, supporting her. He smiled and kissed her while several sets of hands fondled and probed her various places all at once.

One of the bros finally broke and asked about the original agreement. “Of course,” He said “She’s a slut of her worth as much as I am a man of my word.”

One bro sat on a high bar chair in the corner and unzipped his pants inviting her to taste him. She bent over to take him into her mouth and as she did she felt another bro step into place behind her and line himself up like he would a pool shot. As soon as she started to go down, the other one thrust himself hard into her dripping cunt. The sudden movement knocked her off balance and all the way down onto the other guy with force. She gagged, hard, and nearly vomited. He chuckled an apology before doing it again. She was more prepared the second time. Someone turned on the remote and waves of vibes were sent through her ass as her throat and cunt were simultaneously raped. Her tits, still free from her shirt, bounced back and forth with the motion until one of the bros cupped them, pulling at her nipples sending lightening bolts of pleasure pain through her overwhelmed body. She lost herself in the commotion and couldn’t contain herself any longer. She came hard, and then again and again. Each orgasm rolling into the next. The bros came at the same time, each pulling half of her in opposing directions towards themselves to be as deep inside her as possible as they came, filling her from both ends. They finally release her and she collapsed on top of a pool table.

“Next” He called.

The remaining group had watched the scene in astonishment and wonder and disbelief. Was he serious? Next?

He pointed at another man in the group “You want to fuck the slut?”

The man looked equally scared and eager. “Can I….can I fuck her tits?”

“Of course. She’s got excellent tits for fucking.”

The new man climbed on top of the exhausted slut and straddled her stomach. He caressed and kneaded her tits for awhile before unzipping his trousers and squeezing her tits together. Just as he was getting started, she felt a new sensation between her legs. A thick dildo was slid inside her by a girl in the group. She looked over to Him. He winked and smiled. He had packed one. Did he plan all this? She groaned as the extra large dildo stretched her pussy and fought for space with the butt plug. The man on top of her took her groan to be for him and he started fucking her tits with more enthusiasm. The girl on the other end took this to mean she should keep pace. The slut started to moan louder with the vigor of the dildo when she was interrupted by a new cock in her mouth. She instinctively began to suck the cock as the guy straddling her came and coated her tits in his cum before dismounting.

The cock in her mouth suggested she flip over onto her hand and knees. She complied, her tits still dripping fresh cum which ran down her belly into the torn blouse barely hanging on by its last button. The girl on the other end with the dildo took the opportunity of this new position to remove the jeweled butt plug from her ass and replace it with the much thicker dildo. The slut screamed at the new and sudden size change but her screams were stifled by the cock in her mouth. When her ass adjusted and she started enjoying herself, the cock she was sucking suddenly pulled out and the guy shuffled himself underneath her to position himself to be ridden. As he lowered her down the girl with the dildo got bored and abandoned her post. Another cock took its place in the sluts ass and at the same time a third cock presented itself in front of the sluts face.

She remained air tight as cocks and dildos and vibrators rotated around all her holes – vibing, fucking, and filling all of them over and over until the slut came again, finally leaving each of her playmates – and herself – depleted and satisfied.

He let her rest a moment before helping her to her feet. He had a clean bar rag that he used to wipe off her face and chest but let her cunt and ass drip several loads of cum down her legs and onto the floor. He pulled her blouse straight-ish, adjusted her skirt, and smoothed her hair. He handed her a drink which she swallowed in a single gulp before helping her into her coat.

“Say thank you to your new friends” he reminded as if she was a child.

She glanced at the group and smiled sheepish-ly. “Thank you.”

They walked out of the bar and on the way through the door, He shook the bouncer’s hand with a discrete and generous tip. He helped her into the car and kissed her forehead. “Are you a good slut?” He asked a final time.

“Yes, sir” she smiled and fell asleep all the way home.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qycw5j/sluts_night_out