“You smell so nice tonight,” he whispers in my ear. Then, he reaches between my legs and rubs my clit. “And so wet and ready for me. What a naughty pet.”
Before I can react, I feel his cock rubbing against my pussy. Then, he pushes the head inside, stretching my tightness. He lingers at the entrance for a bit, teasing me. I try to push back so I can finally have his entire length inside. He seems to like the silent desperation because he finally plunges his hardness inside me. I gasp in shock and excitement. His cock instantly fills me, and I can feel it rubbing against the most sensitive part of my pussy.
Fuck. I miss this so much. I will miss this so much.
I don’t linger on that last note because I start to think about why I bother wearing this too-short dress. Now, it seems like my mind deliberately chose this dress for this exact moment. But how could I even know that he would be fucking me against this cold, metal bar in front of all the club’s clients?
I have never been fucked this way, and I find that it is quite exhilarating. And just then, I start to notice some surprised gasps around me, and I have never been more thankful for this mask. I may be enjoying this now, but I doubt I would feel the same if my face was in full view for anyone to see.
“You’re liking this, don’t you?” His breath traces the curve of my neck, sniffing me, making me more sensitive to his touches. I moan to answer his question, and I hear him chuckling.
Owen starts nibbling the side of my neck. I smell mint and alcohol in his breath, and I feel intoxicated. He reaches for the front of my dress and pulls it down, baring my breasts. The cold counter touches my skin, and my nipples react to it. They start to get hard, and he isn’t even touching them yet. However, it doesn’t take long for him to find the rosy buds and play with them. His cock goes in and out of my wet opening.
I moan loudly, oblivious of the gathering crowd. Then, suddenly, Owen lifts my right leg, baring my pussy and his assaulting cock for everyone besides us. The bartender stops pouring a drink and stares.
I know that I should feel ashamed for being displayed like this. I didn’t like it when my mother paraded me in front of her friends, people that I have known for quite some time. But there is something in how Owen treats me right now, with passion and adoration, that makes me feel sexy and empowered.
“Look at what you’re making people feel with your bare body and loud moans,” he whispers in my ear, then he turns my face to the people sitting a few spots on our right.
A man is rubbing his cock out in the open as he stares at my pussy. I feel myself getting wetter at the idea that I’m turning others on. Then, the woman beside that man suddenly kneels before him and gives him a blow job.
Behind us, I can hear another couple moaning. There is no rule in sex in this club, except that it has to be consensual. Still, I have never seen an orgy happening on the dance floor. I feel more powerful now because I have just started a sex rave.
Owen licks the back of my ears, and shivers run down my spine. His right hand goes south of my body and rubs my clit.
“Oh, yes,” I moan again.
Instead of speeding up, Owen slows down. He pulls out his cock slowly, making my pussy feel every inch of it. And then he pushes himself inside swiftly. I know this game, and I love it. He’s putting me on edge, so I will start begging for more. I probably will, but right now, I love the way my inner walls are tightening and wrapping around his dick. It is as if even that part of me is trying to memorize every inch of his cock.
The General bites my shoulder and pinches my nipple. I groan in pain. But his other hand starts to worship my clit, to rub and pull gently that pleasure immediately overrides the pain. Here he is again, making my body crave him. It’s like he already knows the best ways to win me over — body, heart, and soul. I start to move my hips in the tune of his movement.
Fuck. This feels so good.
Suddenly, Owens pulls his cock out. And I start to feel so empty. I groan in protest, willing him to put it back. But he turns me around to face him. He’s grinning at me, and I can’t help but imagine that maybe it is indeed true that he likes me. However, before I can dwell more in those thoughts, he lifts me up and puts me on the bar. He stands in front of me and opens my legs. More people are staring at me right now, their eyes mainly on my glistening pussy lips. I shiver in delight.