My Innocent Girl Corrupted

If you havent already read chapter one please go back to it first for context. Its a bit of a slow-burn but thats how it played out in real life.

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Eventually, things on Reddit became boring. Charlotte couldn't be bothered to verify herself, which meant our interactions with others died out pretty quickly.

I still jerk off to the sexting messages, but otherwise, she's not too interested.

At 22, Charlotte has always wanted to go clubbing--something I've done before but haven't had any interest in. The idea of sweaty bodies, sleazy men, and ditzy girls just doesn't appeal to me. Charlotte, on the other hand, thinks it's going to be the next *Step Up* movie. One week, I decided I was finally ready to give her exactly what she wanted.

"Hey, baby, remember how you always say you want to go clubbing?" I said out of the blue.

"Mhmm, and you still haven't taken me, even though you said we could this year," she replied with a side-eye.

"Yeah, well, I was thinking maybe we can go this weekend."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm so excited; I've wanted to go for ages. But you should've told me earlier--now I don't have an outfit!" she exclaimed.

This is where my plan came in. "Well, the good news is there's a catch. I get to choose your outfit myself, and you have to wear it exactly as I specify, no exceptions!" I said with a cheeky smile.

She looked at me knowingly. I have basically no poker face, and it was clear I was up to something. "Fine, whatever you want," she said with a bit of reluctance, though the look in her eyes almost dared me to pick something unreasonable.

Over the next week, I made it my mission to get her worked up. I dragged my fingers up her leg and over her pussy mound, constantly massaged her tits, and slapped her ass every chance I got--not so much that it was obvious, but enough to get her slightly more worked up than usual.

Saturday couldn't come fast enough, and by 8 p.m., it was time to get ready. I told Charlotte to get undressed completely, and I admired her naked body while she did her makeup. Bathed in the light from her vanity mirror, her body looked magnificent. Her nipples stood hard and proud at the center of her areolas. Her pussy was shaved down to a landing strip, something she'd started recently for me. I'd seen it a hundred times before, but my heart still fluttered like it was the first time. It was about 9 p.m. by the time she was done.

My heart beat intensely with anticipation of what I was about to do. It didn't seem like a big deal, but I was struggling with emotions. Was I really going to let other men see her, ogle her, and maybe even touch her? Was this the right thing to do? Would she still give me all her attention?

I wasn't sure, but I went ahead anyway. "Baby, I've got your outfit ready as promised," I said with trepidation.

"Oooh, let me see!" She quickly opened the box and took out her dress. She looked at it wide-eyed. It was a silky blue mini, almost royal-looking, with black boots to match.

"Put it on," I commanded.

"I'll need to see if I've got the right bra and panties for this," she explained.

"No need. There's no panties needed, and you can wear it without a bra."

"No way! They're not gonna stay up, and it's bad enough you've got me dressing like this, but I'm definitely not doing it without panties!" she replied with indignation.

"It's this or we don't go," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Fine," was all she said.

She left the lounge room and came back five minutes later.

As she walked in, I took a huge gulp. This was ridiculous. She looked very nervous. The first thing I noticed was the way her unrestricted breasts bounced with every step, threatening to spill out at any moment--much more than I'd anticipated. The midsection of the dress clung to her like a corset, while the cups were made of just silky fabric. The second thing I noticed was that the dress didn't come as low as expected. I knew it would be short, but I didn't anticipate that the very bottom of her ass cheeks would be visible with the slightest movement. Sitting down also seemed like it would be nearly impossible without showing her entire pussy. The lower section of the dress was a frilly, silky material--one not-so-strong gust of wind, and there would be quite a show.

"Wow."

"It's too much. Look, if you want, I've got slutty outfits that aren't this bad."

"A deal is a deal, baby," I said firmly.

"I need a drink if I'm leaving like this," she replied, rolling her eyes.

She walked over to the kitchen, and I followed. She reached up slightly to get a bottle of vanilla vodka. Two things happened: first, her tits popped right out of their cups. Second, her dress lifted, revealing her bare ass.

"Baby, there's no way I can wear this!" she snapped.

"Well, you'll just have to be careful of your movements," I said.

She looked at me with defiance but was clearly turned on and willing to submit. Three shots of vodka later, our Uber arrived. I opened the front door for her and motioned for her to get in. Tipsy as she was, she wasn't too bothered about it.

From my view in the back seat, I could see her dress sat just above her pussy lips. Even though they were closed, I saw the driver continuously try to sneak a peek. I didn't want to push too far, so I left things as they were.

Once we got to the club, we were let in pretty quickly. The music drowned out all sound.

"Let's dance, baby," she said excitedly.

We got onto the dance floor just as "Get Low" started playing. I took her to the center and immediately put my arms around her, and we started dancing.

She was swerving her hips side to side, my hands on the small of her back. I noticed the bottom of the dress began riding up, exposing her lower half, but I kept adjusting.

A few more drinks and dances later, she was really into it. Grinding on me in the middle of the club, I felt her exposed pussy on me and saw one of her beautiful breasts fall out. I immediately tried to fix it, and she let me adjust everything back in place.

I noticed her eyes kept flicking behind me to my left, catching her attention, so I followed them to their source. It could have been anything in the chaos behind me, but I knew immediately what it was.

Dancing with a group of guys was a tall gentleman, at least 6 feet, with slightly tan skin, broad and built but not quite fat. He had tattoos going down his neck, weaving into a complete sleeve on his left arm. I couldn't see it all under his black button-down shirt and black chinos, but it definitely went down to his wrist. He had dead-straight hair and an undercut to match his chiseled jawline, all outshined by the Rolex on his wrist, gleaming in the club lighting.

After assessing him, I noticed two things. First, she wasn't just looking at him--she was fucking him with her eyes. Second, he was doing the same to her.

I wanted a moment to think, so I dragged us off the dance floor. We went to the bar, got an amaretto sour for myself and a pornstar martini for her, and sat down at a booth.

"Are you having a good night, baby?" I asked.

"Yes, honey, it's so much fun here, but it's kind of overstimulating."

"I noticed you seemed a bit distracted toward the end there. Something catch your eye?" I asked mischievously.

She seemed worried immediately. "It was nothing, baby, honestly."

"It's fine, my love. This is what we're here for. Just admit he was good-looking."

"Okay, fine, he's sooooo hot. He literally looks like one of the guys from the books I read--a bit of a bad boy type."

"Speaking of the devil," I whispered.

Just then, the guy walked up to our table and asked to sit. Turns out he was from interstate and was just looking for a good night out. He introduced himself as Tom, a tattoo artist. Tom was a lot of fun and was interested in many of the same things as us in terms of movies, TV, and general banter. We spent a lot of time chatting and drinking as a group. Of course, mixed into all the chat were plenty of looks back and forth between Charlotte and Tom, but I wasn't upset about it.

When Tom came back with another round of drinks, he sat next to Charlotte in the booth. He looked at me, almost asking for permission, and my silent nod gave it to him. He leaned his body toward her while talking and placed his hand on her thigh. As the conversation progressed, his hand glided up her leg, teasing something that couldn't be undone or overlooked. Charlotte's breath became heavy and hot, blood rushing to her face, which was getting redder by the second. They say the eyes are a window to the soul, and hers were asking me for permission as much as they were asking herself. She looked at me, waiting for me to intervene, but I could tell she was hoping I wouldn't.

Well, I didn't, and suddenly, mid-conversation, Charlotte paused, losing track completely of what she had wanted to say.

"You were saying, baby?" I said daringly.

"Actually, I'd like to get up and dance now," she stammered.

She got up abruptly, and we moved to the dimly lit dance floor. Promiscuous R&B was playing, further fueling the fire raging inside us all. We danced with her from either side in a triangle until she placed herself between us, facing me. She leaned forward, pushing her ass out toward Tom. I had my hands on her face and felt its heat. I slid my hand between her legs and felt her wetness--she had never been so wet in the time I'd known her. Then I saw Tom's hands gliding up her ribs toward her breast. Before she could say anything, he took out one of her large, soft breasts and tweaked her nipple. That must've been when she felt it--grinding on Tom, it was inevitable she would feel his erection. Suddenly, she was no longer confused or unsure; now she had slut eyes. She turned around, and I noticed her dress was completely hiked up, everything exposed. I moved my hand between her legs, but it was too late--his fingers were already inside her. Instead, I moved my hands up to her breasts, but before I could reach them, Tom suggested we move the party back to his place, only a few kilometers from there.

We hopped into an Uber, all three of us in the back of an SUV, and immediately she started making out with me. It was raw passion. Tom took out both of her tits, one for each of us, and started sucking. She whimpered at the pleasure. When he stuck a finger in, she started to have an orgasm. Her pelvis bucked up, her glistening pussy catching the attention of the driver, who seemed grateful just to be watching. Then she looked at me and commanded, "Undo your pants."

But before we could, we arrived at the hotel. He was staying at the Pullman. He took us up to the second-to-last floor and opened the door to a luxurious suite. Clearly, he had more money than just a tattoo artist.

Before we walked in, Charlotte pulled me aside and asked, "Are you sure?"

I grabbed her hand and put it on my rock-hard erection. "Very."

We walked into the suite, where Tom had a glass of Moscato for each of us. We drank them in seconds and moved to the king-sized bedroom.

"Both of you, get undressed," she commanded.

We began getting undressed, and at the same time, she stepped out of her dress. It was beautiful--her rock-hard nipples begged to be touched, and her pussy was completely puffed up, her clit visible. All her attention was on Tom, though. He had an amazing physique. His tattooed body was almost sculpted--not an obscene bodybuilder type, but clearly, he worked out. But what really captured our attention was his cock. Even as a straight man, I couldn't help but stare. I'm not small, but I'm definitely not that big. It had to be 7--8 inches long and very thick. I honestly wasn't sure what she would do with it.

Just as I was about to explain Charlotte's dislike for giving head to anyone but me, she got on her knees and motioned both of us to come to her. She grabbed us both by our cocks and took turns licking and worshiping them. I can't fully explain how I felt, but I can try. Seeing her do this thing she'd claimed to not be interested in, turning into a complete slut, was all my fantasies fulfilled. She was in ecstasy, and so was I. I told her I needed her to stop before I came, and Tom said he needed to as well. He looked at me and said, "Thank you, you're a very lucky man."

What happened next was unexpected. Tom picked Charlotte up effortlessly, the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and threw her on the bed. He took her legs, spread them far apart, and dove between them headfirst. As soon as he began eating her, she was moaning more vocally than ever before. She grabbed my cock and sucked as hard as she could, having an orgasm within minutes. As she convulsed, she literally screamed into my cock, dribbling everywhere. She looked at me, eyes pleading, and said, "Baby, please, I need to be fucked."

I positioned her in doggy and got behind her, and immediately she grabbed Tom's cock like it was second nature. For four minutes, I fucked her until I couldn't last any longer. I pulled out and came on her back. Given the situation, I was pretty impressed I managed to last that long. Then she told Tom to lie down and directed me to be on the side. She put a condom on him and began riding him, all the while making out with me with the same mouth that had been on his cock. Somehow, it grossed me out and turned me on at the same time. All I know is I was already hard again.

She got into doggy again, begging for him to keep going. As he started fucking her pussy, she looked at me and smiled cheekily. "I want you to lick my clit."

At the time, I was completely taken aback. I was not bi, and I didn't want to have my mouth near his dick. On the other hand, I wanted to eat her pussy more than anything. I did as I was told and got underneath her. As soon as I felt her hot mouth on my cock, I started slurping her delicious pussy juice. It was so sensual, so beautiful a moment, that ignoring his balls bouncing off my head was easy. I was grossed out at one point because my tongue touched his cock, so I just focused on her clit instead. I don't know how long it went on for. For me, my eyes were closed, and the world was a mix of colors, sounds, and feelings. The best description of that moment is that it was like the scene in *Ratatouille* where he tasted the strawberry with cheese, only filled with adrenaline and lust.

Suddenly, I felt her lift off my body, and I opened my eyes to see him take off the condom and shower her with his seed. I don't remember much about what happened next, except I woke up sticky, sweaty, and next to my naked fiancée and a man we had met the night before--and I was very happy about it.