I was fucked in the middle of a bar, by a complete stranger… [MF]

​​I love dangerous, risky sex. Like sex in public, some place where you shouldn’t be at, let alone where you shouldn’t be fucking. The risk of being caught, outed, watched… can be so thrilling and exciting.

A little bit ago, I went on this blind date, with this guy named Chris. Ok, it wasn’t a date, but more of a ‘let’s meet, and if you’re not a psycho, let’s fuck’ type of date. (best kind of dates). I have this erotic [stranger fantasy](https://www.reddit.com/r/vsmpx/comments/a2zw39/my_stranger_fantasy/) and Chris was more than willing to indulge.

Chris picked the bar that we would meet. Think an upscale, luxury whiskey bar, with leather, cigars and testosterone everywhere. A guy’s bar. It was happy hour time, and the bar was full of men in their power suits, probably closing some business deals or something. When I walked in, I could feel all the attention turn towards me. I was wearing this sexy red [dress](https://www.yandy.com/Sexy-Side-Tie-Halter-Dress.php). The top was low cut enough to show my tits off. The bottom, just long enough to cover my ass, and not much else. Pair that with sky high stilettos, I was dressed to impress… and fuck.

I arrived at the bar early, as I usually do, and found a seat on the short end of an “L” shaped bar. The wall was to my back, as I was in this little nook in the corner of the place. After I got my drink, I could feel the stares of men looking at me. I wonder if any of these guys was Chris? I had no way of knowing, other than a secret code that we agreed beforehand, he would use to reveal himself.

A few guys approached me, introduced themselves. But they weren’t Chris. They weren’t confidence or dominant enough. The man that I’ve been chatting with had this intensity of him. This pure dominant feature that was very appealing. These men at the bar, were timid, unsure, reluctant. I politely chit chatted with them, for the small chance that I was wrong and one of them was actually Chris.

I ordered my second drink when this man arrived and approached me. Different from all the others, he immediately flirted, hit on me. In this confidence, macho bravado manner. In my mind, there was no doubt that his man was Chris. But he didn’t use the password to confirm this. In a way, that made things even more erotic for me. Really, I didn’t care, I was getting fucked tonight, by Chris, or this guy if he wasn’t Chris, or whoever else would have me.

After a little bit “Chris” told me to stand up. As I did, Chris’s height still towered above me, even when I’m in my sky high heels. We looked at each other, and with one hand, he pulled me in, pressing my body against his. With his other hand, he was playing with my short skirt, lifting, revealing, groping. Good Lord, he had so much confidence, so much aggressiveness, it was such a bloody turn on.

That’s when Chris did the most erotic, dangerous, brazen thing. With his hands, he had motioned and twisted my body, so my back was now towards him. I took his cue, and followed his leadership. That’s when he nudged me closer to the bar, pressing my stomach against it. Chris is directly behind me now, his hands discreetly up my skirt, exploring my ass. I’m so turned on now, arching my back, and sticking my ass out a bit, to make it easier for him. I’m looking on at the other bar patrons are oblivious as to what’s happening in this little nook of the bar.

That’s when I felt something tap the inside of my heels. Chris had placed his foot in-between my heels, and was tapping them, instructing me to spread my legs. I looked over my shoulder, back to him, and I can see the most primal, hedonistic look on his face, it was so surreal how sexual he was. I obeyed him, my left leg stepped a couple inches to the left. My right leg, a couple of inches to the right. I felt more taps, and I spread them a bit wider, and wider. I was careful not to draw too much attention with my sexual pose.

Chris then lifted up my skirt, revealing my ass to him. He came up behind me, I could feel his rock hard cock, through his trousers. His arm was wrapped around my waist, partially holding me still, partially hugging me. I slowly backed myself up, and starting grinding on his cock, a standing lap dance in a way. Since we were on the short end of the “L” shaped bar, the bar itself blocked the view of the other patrons. Chris then reached down and slowly pulled my thong off, letting them fall to my ankle. He felt my pussy, practically salivating from these last few moments. Ready for him.

The bar was loud and somewhat busy. But to this today, I swear I could hear his trouser zipper unzip. By this point, I was facing forward. My elbows on the bar, legs spread, thong wrapped around my ankle. “Chris”, this stranger that I only started speaking with minutes beforehand, was behind me. My skirt lifted, his cock head, at my pussy, ready to push in. I turned my head around, to look back, as he pressed himself inside of me. Fuck, this was fucking amazing. He pushed in, sliding all of himself inside. I couldn’t fucking handle it, I faced forward again, bewildered at what was going on. I had this guy’s dick inside of me, in the middle of the damn bar. That’s when Chris leaned over, moved my hair away from my ear, and whispered to me that he was going to fuck my brains out, right there.

Over the next several minutes, Chris did just that. We never moved from that initial standing doggy position. His speed and tempo wasn’t like a jackhammer, it would have attracted too much attention. No, he was more deliberate, methodical, intense. With each thrust, Chris reaffirmed his dominance over me. I remember being so incredibly hot, like this intense wave of heat come over me. I’ll be honest, I tried my best to be discreet, but I didn’t do a great job. Sure, the other bar patrons were oblivious, concentrating on their conversations or phones. But there were those who saw me, with this flushed, gasping type of face. I didn’t scream, or gasp too loudly. But in those minutes, an observant patron could see the motions, our positions, my face, and could probably piece it all together.

Chris fucked me for a little bit, but for me it felt like it lasted forever When he came, he buried his cock as deep as he could, and just unload his cum inside of me. I was holding onto the bar for dear life, trying not to make a scene. Honestly, I was glad that it was over. I didn’t know how much longer I could last, being so quiet, so docile. I could feel him pulsing inside, as I started to get my bearings. There were a few patrons who knew what was going on. The bartender was so busy with work, he didn’t notice. Or if he did, he didn’t care.

Chris finally began to step away, as he slipped out. When I turned around, he was already fixing himself up. He bent down to grab my thong, and he simply handed them to me, as casually as if I just dropped my lipstick. After a few moment to catch our breaths, we just looked at each other, with these ‘holy fuck’ looks. That’s when I spoke, and asked Chris to reveal himself with the password we agreed to beforehand. But he didn’t say a word, he smirked, put some cash on the bar to pay his drink, and just walked away. Walked out of the bar, without acknowledging or confirming. I’m sure I had this dumbfounded look on my face, as I shoved my thong in my purse, took a last sip of wine, and walked out of the bar. Walked right pass the same patrons who saw everything.

I never did find out if my stranger was really Chris. Afterwards, I tried to get in touch with him, but with no replies. Maybe it was Chris… maybe it was just some random guy who saw an opportunity. Regardless, I walked into that bar, looking to get fucked, and I did.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b58wl0/i_was_fucked_in_the_middle_of_a_bar_by_a_complete