Dominance

Dirtiest experience of all time? Hard to define dirty, since it's different for everyone. But this is by far my sluttiest (and I'm running out of fun in-person experiences 😭).

You guys are going to think I'm an alcoholic BUT I swear I'm not!

Okay. This one is at a club, this time in Boston, visiting a friend that lives in the area. It was her birthday, so we all got dolled up, had an amazing dinner, and then went out. I was wearing my dancing booties and a t-shirt dress, nice and tight but still stretchy. It ended mid thigh--nothing crazy, but still hot.

We'd had some drinks, and when we got to the club, we had more. The place was huge inside, and a girl was performing on aerial silks above the dance floor.

The music was loud and my friends were drunk. We got separated but I continued to dance; I had my phone in my hand and so wasn't worried. The place was so packed it was sometimes hard to move around all the bodies on the dance floor.

Someone started dancing on me. He wasn't the first guy that had tried that night, but he was definitely the first that had good moves. His chest to my back, we danced through a couple songs. I liked the way his body felt on mine. I started to press my ass into him. He grabbed my hips.

Then I felt his hard on.

That's when I usually pushed guys off. But he was... Big. And I felt good. So, so good. I started to turn around, thinking maybe we would make out, maybe I could straddle his leg, let my dress ride up a little bit and grind on him. But he stopped me.

Hands on my shoulders, he kept me facing away from him. He brought his mouth to my ear and shouted over the music, "Don't turn around."

I wasn't sure why he didn't want me to turn around, but I was wet just hearing him say that. So I listened. I pressed back against him and his hands roamed, cupping my breasts. Pinching my nipples. One hand traveled to my waist, the other to the hem of my skirt. He toyed with it, pulling it up, letting his hand wander higher on my thigh as I moved against him to the beat.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I wondered how far this would go. I wondered if I should stop. I felt sexy, slutty, a little drunk, and so, so wet.

When I felt him pull away, all but the hand on my waist, I couldn't guess what was coming. See, with the music up, I couldn't hear him pulling down his fly.

He pulled me back towards him, and I felt him, hot and hard between my legs. He pulled up the back of my dress, his other hand on my breast. Pinching, hard.

I arched back into him. I'd never had a cock that big, long and thick. With his thumb, he pulled my panties to the side and slid into my pussy, right there on the dance floor.

I was floored. I had no idea what I'd been getting myself into. I didn't think he'd really fuck me right there! I looked around, a little panicked, but it was dark. There were people grinding all over the place. We wouldn't stand out... As long as I held the front of my dress down to cover my pussy, currently filled to the brim from behind.

He was fucking me. But he wasn't erratic or out of control. He was pumping inside me to the fucking beat.

I kept my eyes open, trying hard to not make a scene. But it was impossible. The music, thankfully, drowned out my moans.

He lasted through the song, and I found that I was pressing the hand holding my dress down into my clit. Rubbing. I was fucking desperate.

A few more aggressive thrusts--someone had to of seen us--and he pulled out, cumming all over the back of my legs. I was breathless. Had I really just let some guy I didn't know and hadn't even seen fuck me on a dance floor in front of all these people?

Yes. Yes, I had. And I had to cum so fucking bad.

I wanted to look at him. I wanted to grind on him. I wanted to give him my fucking number and set a date to do it again. But he just left me there! In the middle of the dance floor, close to orgasm with his cum on my legs!

Who does that??

I was about as angry as I was turned on. I practically ran to the bathroom, but there was a line. So I hid behind a pillar and rubbed my clit until I came.

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