This story is a work of fiction.
It hadn’t been a very interesting night so far, after what was already a slog of a day at a job with few customers, and you weren’t in much hurry to think that was going to be changing any time soon. But far too much time had expired since since you last frequented your favorite club. *So Why not?* you think as you don your small black thong and sheer red top.
Throwing on some additional cover clothes for the trip there, you finish applying your makeup and head out the door into the cold, and soon enough you’re walking through the door of the almost cavernous warehouse like club. Waving to a familiar face or two, you make your way to the bathroom to shed your extra layers into something a little more sexy, before finding your way to the dance floor. Your body tremors with the blasts and beats of the music that’s thumping through the place as you stride though the hall, up the stairs, and into a large cage by the edge of the stage. Slipping through the obviously too large of gaps in your too little jail cell, you fling off your robe and begin to bounce and dance to the low bass emanating through your body and the hall.
*This is what I’ve been waiting* for you think, as you lose yourself to the dance and the music. The chilling A/C of the place can no nothing to calm the rise of your body heat, flushing your fair skin with warmth as you continue to dance. A few songs go by, but you’re not really sure how many. Nothing but the music and your dancing exists in your world as you vent out life’s frustrations in one of the best ways you know how.
Catching a few glimpses into the crowd as you dance, you realize you recognize someone out of the crowd. A tall blond man, dressed probably too nice for a place like this, dancing with a slutty little brunette in front of him. *Me*. I give you a knowing look, as you continue your dance wondering who I might be with. *Wondering if you’re sexier than she is*. But it’s fairly dark after all. Hard to tell.
Feeling the sweat cling to your skin, you decide to take a bit of a break. As you leave the cage we approach you with a hug and quick introduction, before you make your way to the bar. As it happens, some old friends of yours are there as well, perfect for an opportunity to catch up and discuss old times, as you cool off.
Some time later, you find me and my friend entering the bar area. Giving you another knowing look, I sit down with her at a table nearby as we refresh our drinks. As you make conversation with your old friends, you find me approaching you. Giving you another hug, I lean in and with a soft whisper I say “don’t worry. You’re *far* sexier.”
“Oh, I wasn’t worried about that,” you half-lie, as you pour yourself some water from the bar.
I lean in again. “She’s about to leave, actually. Her friend is taking her back, since they’ve all got to get going anyway. You’ll be staying awhile?”
You nod in agreement, as I leave back to my table to continue entertaining my companions. But as the night goes on, there’s no denying the shared glances between us here and there, as we eagerly wait to see just what might happen.
You steel yourself up for another go at the cages and more dancing by downing your drink and take off. Once back in the cage, you’re back in the zone once more. Dancing, twirling, writhing in almost nothing at all, flaunting your perfect ass to any in the audience who might want a glance. You almost wish you could rip it all off, with nothing but an easily passable cage to keep the whole crowd away. It’d be so thrilling for you, dancing there completely nude as you exhibit your hard as glass nipples, your slick wet cunt, and tight little asshole. All in the knowledge that any man could strut up to that cage, walk inside, bend you over and fill your holes up in any way he pleases.
Almost in a trance, you can feel the sweat build up and cling to your body. Your panties grow damp thinking of all of the ways you could be taken advantage of right now, were your situation slightly less clothing clad. Feeling a dryness in your throat, you decide it’s time for another break as you climb out of the cage and clamor down the steps of the stage to the bar where glorious thirst-quenching water awaits. You quickly pour yourself a cup and begin downing it, hardly noticing as I approach from the other side of the room.
“She just took off,” I tell you, as a take a lean against the bar next to you, eyeing you up and down in your tiny outfit and sheer robe.
You nod again at that, not really caring so much about the brunette slut. I lean in toward you, and growl into your ear, “This place is pretty big, lots of places to hide for a little fun,” before planting a quick kiss on your neck, triggering a deep shiver in you as you blush.
“Is that so? It’s pretty busy though. People would notice anything untoward,” you respond. Sliding around to the other side of you, I slip my hand down your waist and give your ass a light grip, and shake. “I’m sure there’s something we can do about that. All that water you’ve been drinking, I’m sure you’ll need to find your way to the bathroom eventually. It’s so dark in here, I bet you couldn’t even tell between the men’s and the women’s rooms.”
You can feel your heartbeat rise at my bold suggestion. “Maybe,” you argue, in a non-committal fashion. “I do have to go, though.” Grabbing your purse, you take your leave of me and head to the ladies’ room. In the few feet before the entrance to both bathrooms, I sneak from behind you and wrap and arm around your shoulders as I pull you in toward the men’s room. You struggle, slightly. But it’s no use against my strength.
Once inside the private confines of the bathroom, I force you with even more strength into a nearby stall and lock it before shoving you hard against the crummy stall wall. You whimper weakly in protest and try to push against me, but I hold you tight against the wall before gently stroking your face and kissing you deeply. You resist with a bite of my lip, but it’s too weak. Your body betrays as you as your mouth opens up for mine, and your legs spread as my hand snakes across your body, kneading your tits with a gentle force before snaking its way down your smooth stomach… past your panty-line… until you can feel the rough skin of my fingers brush against your mound, and against your hooded clit and pussy lips until a finger is gently pushing past your threshold, deep into you. Curling against your g-spot, blasting trills of euphoria up and throughout your body as our tongues dance in your mouth.
“Daddy’s proud to have such a good little slut,” I growl, kissing your earlobes and down your neck. You moan deeply in agreement, as my hand slips off your top and I take your nipple into my mouth. I alternate sucking and nibbling it, pulling and tweaking, driving you mad in mixes of pleasure and pain as another finger slips inside you down below.
“Now be a good girl and please Daddy,” I command, as I push you to your knees. You look deep into my eyes with a hard lust as you sink down to the dirty floor. Deftly, you unfasten my belt and unbutton my jeans and pull down hard on my pants before fishing me out. You give me another sultry smolder before shifting your eyes to the big prize in front of you. Stroking it gently with both hands before delicately flicking your tongue across the tip. Finally, you engulf it within your mouth and moan as you bob up and down and up and down on it, mixing the skill of your hands, the warm softness of your mouth and delicate finesse of your tongue to pleasure me in all the best ways you know how.
Goading you along, I mutter about how good of a girl you are as my hands grip hold of your hair, cupping your head gently as I occasionally tug and pull you down hard against me, slapping your chin against my balls as you deep-throat the whole of me. You choke and gag and moan in agreement with each little “good girl” I give you, until you begin to feel my shaft tense up, and throb in your mouth. I let out a guttural groan and grip your head tightly as I empty a thick full load straight down your throat in pulses.
“Very good girl,” I commend, giving you a slight pat on the head as you lovingly lick me clean of any remains. Once finished, I pull you up and against the stall wall again and give you another hard deep kiss as my hands explore across your body. Once more, I slide two fingers deep into you and begin to curl and rub your g-spot with vigor. Whimpering, you can’t contain yourself as you beg “Please, fuck me?” into my ear. Loud enough that anyone in the bathroom might as well hear you, of course.
Silently, I increase the pace of my assault on you as waves begin to build up in you one by one, until finally it’s as though a hot torrential tsunami is lashing out across your whole body, in wave after wave after wave, driving you to utter delicious organismic moans, before slowly subsiding.
I commend you with another “good girl,” at that, as I withdraw my hand from you. “Don’t worry. Daddy is still going to fill the rest of your holes with cum, and breed you like the good little rape-slut you are, but first you’re going to be going out there and dancing in that cage one more time, and everyone is going to see just how horny of a slut you are, before I pull you from there and take you home with me for all to see.”
“Yes daddy” you whimper in agreement.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bcvas4/saw_you_at_the_club_mf