Just before I walk into the bar I think about your instructions...shaved pussy (always), short skirt or dress, no sex , no touching , no cumming before we meet. The last two I contemplate breaking because I am always aroused (even more so before we meet) and because I want to push your buttons , to receive extra "punishment." It has been a while since we have been able to meet and I always feel brave when I have time to myself. But, as usual my desire to be a good sub and not disappoint you wins out. As you instructed, I go straight to the bar and wait. It is packed shoulder to shoulder with people and is hard to get close enough to order a drink. I am already sweating under the coat that covers my dress from nervous energy.
You have not told me what to expect tonight, but as usual, I know it must be something special based on our last conversation.
`"Whose whore are you Kristi?"
"Yours sir."
"And your pussy, mouth and ass belong to...?"
"You sir."
"Good girl. I expect you to do as you are told. Don't push me and don't fucking disobey me. You have a lot to prove."
" Yes sir. I promise I will do as I am told. I want to be the best princess."
"We'll see Kristi..."
Since we are meeting out in public I know that whatever you have planned will test my limits and trying to figure out what is in store for me is only making my pussy wetter and making it hard to focus on anything . I don't know how long I have been standing at the bar waiting, but it seems like forever before I feel your hand at the back of my neck, under my hair and your voice in my ear.
"Hi princess."
You are smiling, but your eyes are serious and your hand bunches briefly in my hair before you lean forward to get the attention of the bartender and order your beer. The bar is so crowded that you are turned into me and I feel brave enough to reach out and put my arm around your waist but you grab my hand before it gets there and squeeze my wrist. You are going to put me in my place and establish who is in charge before I try to distract you.
"Don't touch me unless I give you permission."
You say this with a half smile on your face as you lean close to me. Your beer arrives and you are making small talk. I love it. It distracts me for a moment and confuses me. As we stand close talking I feel your hand slide under my coat, across my waist. I turn in to you, thrilled with this little contact. Your fingers are at my hip, bunching the fabric of my dress up until my ass is exposed while the front of my dress is still covering me. I am trying to concentrate on our conversation. Fingers slide across my skin and skim the crack of my ass. I look around, scared that we are being watched, but the bar in front of me, your closeness, and my coat hide your hands. I make eye contact with you just as your fingers slide into my dripping pussy. I bite my lip not to make any noise but no one can hear anyway with the crowd . Your fingers are deep in my pussy now and I am scared to look away from you. Pressure from your arm forces me to turn my body against the bar and allows you to pick up your beer and strike up a conversation with the guy next to you about the beer he is drinking.
I lean in to the bar and put one hand on its surface fingernails digging into the wood as I prop one foot on the rail at the bottom of the bar to allow you more access. My free hand is clenching my raised thigh. Because I have not cum in a week, have not had sex in that long on your instruction and my pussy is throbbing, I am already close to cumming from your fingers.
There is a break in your conversation and you lean into my ear, "Order a drink Kristi." You smirk a little because you know that I am struggling. Putting down your beer you signal to the bartender with your free hand and he approaches.
I can hardly think of a drink , couldn't even tell you my name to be honest but I know I have to try. In my mind everyone in the bar can see your hands in my pussy. I figure it is tattooed across my head...the bartender is waiting with an impatient look as your fingers are working in and out of me faster and I feel my orgasm approaching. I force myself to order a beer, the only thing I can think of, but my voice comes out weird and I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror behind the bar. You are looking up at the TV above the bar, but I can see your arm moving beneath my coat. I am about to cum, grateful that the noise around us covers the wet sounds my pussy is making and the noise of my breathing.
You reach with your other hand into your pocket and press money for the drink in my hand. You want me to pay because it amuses you to see my hands shake as I pass the money to the bartender.
Once again you lean in and whisper, "Don't you dare cum without asking my permission." I know I am very close to cumming so I whisper my request.
"I can't hear you princess. Ask louder" I raise my voice a little but you are not satisfied.
"What is it you want princess? I can't hear you."
Oh God, I can feel my face redden but nothing is as important right now as pleasing you and relieving the tension in my pussy. I have no shame now, I am ready to cum in a bar full of strangers... My eyes never leave yours as I ask in the loudest voice I dare, "Please sir, can I cum?" I see the guy over your shoulder jump a little and shoot a disbelieving look our way but I can't look away from you. It is taking all of my willpower not to relax and give into my orgasm, but I will not disobey you.
You smile very slowly at me and lean forward. You give me the softest kiss on the lips,
"No Kristi you cannot."
Then you pick up your beer, pull your hand away and shove your fingers in my mouth. You do this so quickly that it takes me a moment to register the denial. I taste my juices on your fingers and no longer care that by now the people around us have started to pay attention. You are casually drinking your beer and I am sucking your fingers gagging as they hit the back of my throat. I want to cry. I want to scream at you. More than anything I want to drop to my knees and beg you and I don't care anymore who is watching. I can't believe you told me no. You reach under my coat again, but this time it is only to slide my dress back down over my ass.
I am sweating and breathing hard and so confused and unbelievably turned on. My submission with you is absolute. Just like your control over me. You spot a couple of open bar stools in a corner of the bar and you steer me to them. Your hand is at the back of my neck again. So far you have been very skillful at hiding your intentions but when we stop in front of the bar stools you stand behind me and I can feel your erection through your blue jeans. You take my coat off and toss it over one of the stools. Just around the corner is the hallway to the bathrooms. I am nervous again, my legs are shaking. You are pulling my hair off my neck and wrapping it tightly in your fist as you sink your teeth into the curve of my neck. You are biting and kissing me and I am squirming against you, all nerves replaced with the need to feel your cock against my lips.
Then you are leading me down the short hallway, its dark and crowded but you are solid behind me pushing me to the first door on the left. Oh god it's the men's bathroom. It is a single bathroom. Just a toilet and a sink, barely enough room for the two of us. I can see the crowd of men and women some with drinks just leaning against the wall talking, others waiting for the bathroom. They are curious about what you are doing, but some are smiling. They have seen us and they know what you have planned. Your hand is fisted in my hair and you pull my head back. My eyes are watering...
"Is this what you want princess? To be used like a whore in front of these strangers?"
"Yes sir."
"Tell them what you are"
"I am a whore sir."
"What kind of whore?"
"A cum whore sir"
"Good girl...now open your mouth."
You shut the door on the curious faces and force me to my knees in front of it. It is then that I notice someone has cut a fist sized hole in the thin wood. You squat beside me, slap my face hard , I can smell my pussy on your fingers, then you are spitting in my mouth and forcing my face to the door. I know what will happen next and I feel wetness on my thighs. I want your cock so desperately and I want to be sooooo good for you, but I will have to earn it. It is only seconds before the first cock appears in the hole...
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I close my eyes for a moment and some distant part of my brain protests for just a second at what I am about to do but then your hand is on the back of my neck forcing my head forward. My eyes open as my tongue slides down the salty skin of the stranger's cock. Too late to turn back now.
"That's it Princess. Take it all."
My head bangs briefly against the wood and I gag as I take in as much cock as my throat and the door will allow. Drool is gathering in the corners of my mouth and beginning to slide down my chin. You whisper in my ear, "Yes, just like that..." I tilt my head to the side, mouth full of cock and make eye contact with you. The smile on your face is a momentary reward. For the first time I hear the guy on the other side grunt as he moves his cock faster in and out of my mouth. Your fingers are clenched so tightly in my hair that my eyes are watering and stinging, mascara starting to run.
"Is he about to cum?" I nod as much as my position will allow and look up at you. His cock is really thrusting in and out of my mouth quickly and I know he will cum any moment...
"Don't let him cum in your mouth do you understand?"
Your eyes are serious now and your other hand slides around my throat. Now you have my head totally in your grip and I am choking a little, mouth filled with cock and trying to meet your eyes at the same time. I feel his cock throb and know that I have to stop. I pull back just as the first wave of cum hits my lips and cheek. Your face is right next to mine as the stranger spills the rest of his load on my chin. I can hear the crowd outside the door shouting and laughing. "Fuck yeah...that was fucking awesome!" this from the owner of the retreating cock.
"Good girl! But you have a lot more work to do."
