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One hot afternoon, I found myself in the downtown of a city far from home, wearing a red, lightweight summer dress. The delicate straps highlighted my shoulders, and the matching tie drew attention to my thin waist. The lightweight fabric flowed over my body, subtly revealing the contours of my curves. Mike, my Dom/Daddy had picked out this dress for me, and having been on many adventures with him, I knew without being told that he expected me to wear it without a bra or panties. I obeyed with eager anticipation, wondering how this day's adventure would unfold.

The dress draped casually over me, creating a sensual, teasing effect. As I walked around, the warm summer heat caused a sheen of moisture to form on my skin, making the fabric stick tantalizingly to my body, highlighting every curve and contour. The outline of my breasts became clearly visible through the dress, with the fabric hanging off my erect nipples, highlighting them prominently. Each step made the material shift slightly, brushing against the tips of my sensitive nipples, making them even more erect. When I looked down, I could even see a hint of pink around my nipples showing through. With the fabric so thin and clinging to me, I felt like my boobs and erect nipples were blatantly on full public display.

The realization of just how exposed I was embarrassed me deeply. My heart raced with the fear of being noticed and judged. Yet, at the same time, a wave of arousal washed over me. I couldn't deny the thrill coursing through me, the delicious mix of exposure and excitement. The conflict between my embarrassment and the erotic thrill created a tantalizing blend of vulnerability and arousal, heightening my awareness of how provocatively I looked.

The seductive effect of the dress, combined with the anonymity of being in a distant city, reassured me that I wouldn't run into anyone I knew. The daring task Mike had set for me that day was clear: blow a random stranger without his help. Blowing a stranger isn't as easy as it may seem. With my social anxiety and being introverted around new people, it's very difficult for me to break the ice with a random guy. You can't be sure how they'll react—people are cautious and very suspicious. My first couple of attempts were disastrous. One man threatened to call the police on me. Another man told the bartender, who then asked me to leave, implying that I was soliciting.

After struggling for a couple of hours, Daddy finally had enough of my failure. He sent me a text saying he was going to an Irish pub and wanted me to sit at the bar by myself without acknowledging him. Via text, he pointed out a haggard-looking middle-aged man in his mid to late 50s, with thick glasses, overweight, and wearing an outdated Philadelphia Eagles t-shirt. Approaching him was nerve-wracking, and I didn't know how to get him to start a conversation with me. So, I strategically sat one stool away, and when he glanced at me, I tried to give him a friendly smile. Eventually, he took the bait and started talking about his Eagles football team. We chatted about it for about an hour; I faked interest as best I could.

The entire time, I kept getting texts from Daddy, pressuring me to get on with it. I asked the man if he was married, and he confirmed that he was. I told him I was engaged. Attempting to segue our conversation away from football, I leaned into his ear and whispered that I had certain fantasies my fiancé wanted no part of, fantasies I wanted to fulfill before I got married. His head straightened, and his eyes got big with interest, though he remained respectful. I wanted him to ask me more about them, but instead, his two buddies sitting next to him began trying to join our conversation. I acknowledged their presence but kept my focus on the man.

I asked if he had any desires or fantasies of his own, but rather than answering directly, he started telling me a story about something that happened in his college days with a girl. Finally, I interjected and asked if he would like me to share one of my fantasies with him. He said he would like to hear it, but only if I felt comfortable sharing. Frustratingly, I thought to myself, "Of course I'm comfortable, why else would I be talking to him about it?" But I kept this thought to myself. Meanwhile, his mates on his other side started elbowing each other and chuckling.

I rocked back and forth on my chair, working up the nerve to speak. My voice just above a whisper, I leaned close to his ear and uttered that I wasn't asking for anything in return, only an anonymous chance to fulfill a single fantasy: to satisfy a random man with some oral pleasure before officially tying the knot. I could sense his body tense up as he processed the words, his face frozen in disbelief and utter shock. He surely must have thought I was batshit crazy, suggesting something so inappropriate just days before my wedding! At first, he thought I must be kidding. But when he noticed the determined expression on my face, his own expression changed drastically. His eyes widened so much they almost popped out of his skull, and his jaw dropped. He nervously laughed and sputtered incoherently, trying to buy time to fully process my proposal.

When I offered to do it right then and there, his flabbergasted state only intensified—his hands shook uncontrollably, and he could barely stammer out a response. His response puzzled me when he asked where in the world I was planning to find someone who would do this. When I answered that I wanted him to let me do it TO HIM, it felt like time slowed for a moment. His eyes widened even more in disbelief. I could see every single thought process through his head as his face contorted with confusion. He started stammering out incoherent sentences, resembling more of a broken record than anything else.

Taunting him, I told him that if he pulled it out, I would go down on him right then and there. Despite my invitation, he had a hard time believing me. Meanwhile, the two men sitting next to him stared silently straight ahead, poorly feigning ignorance of our conversation. I slid close to his ear and whispered seductively, begging him to please let me suck his cock. His entire body shook as he seemed desperate to come up with a response.

Turning toward me, he hesitantly asked if this was some kind of prank. I met his eyes unflinchingly and told him he would have to pull it out to find out. Still skeptical, he then asked if I was a prostitute. I shook my head and assured him that I wasn't looking for money, just the thrill of fulfilling my fantasy. The mixture of confusion and intrigue in his eyes was clear, but I could see his resolve starting to waver.

After a few moments of deliberation, he glanced around nervously before asking if we could go back to my place. I sternly informed him that we weren't leaving the bar, and if he wasn't interested, I would find someone else willing. After another moment of thought, he said he didn't want anyone watching and wanted a private spot where no one would see. I suggested the men’s restroom.

Half-jokingly, he asked if I was planning to "roll" him when I got him alone. I stood next to him and asked if he was seriously worried that a skinny woman like me could roll him. Spreading my arms out, I invited him to frisk me for any hidden weapons.

Satisfied and intrigued, he agreed. I stood up and walked to the bathroom, knowing he would follow closely.

Part II

Revolted by the filth of the well-lit bathroom, I hastily snatched a bundle of paper towels from the dispenser and spread them out on the floor, creating a makeshift bed right in front of the door. The grime and stench of the restroom were almost unbearable, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. He took hold of me, attempting to kiss me, but his rank breath made my stomach churn. Instinctively, I pushed him away and sank to my knees onto the makeshift bedding.

With determined urgency, I quickly unbuttoned his jeans and yanked his limp member from its confinement, staring in disbelief at its softness. The harsh lighting of the restroom illuminated every detail, making the contrast between my expectations and the reality even more stark.

He tried to explain that he was limp because he was nervous. As he continued his explanation, I took the floppy little thing in my mouth. It tasted musty and damp, like it had been left out in the rain for a month. The smell was just as bad as his breath. His gray pubic hair reeked of sweat and urine, adding to the unpleasantness. I started cupping and massaging his balls, and he slowly began to get semi-erect. I hoped that would be enough to put him over the edge, but he kept talking, still not finished with his explanation of why he wasn't getting hard. Tuning out his incessant chatter, I began licking his saggy balls. In between licks, I suggested that he take out his phone and take photos so I would have memories of this. I added that it would be something he could show to anyone who didn't believe this had happened.

While he fidgeted with his phone, I was having no luck getting him solid. Growing increasingly frustrated, I decided to show him my boobs, hoping it would excite him enough to finish sooner. I paused, looking him directly in the eyes with a seductive smile. Gripping the straps of my dress in both hands, I slowly slipped them down from my shoulders and let the dress fall to my waist. His eyes widened hungrily as he gawked at my tiny B-cups, with hard, protruding nipples. The sight seemed to captivate him, and I could see the desire flicker in his eyes. I took his semi-erect member back into my mouth and resumed my efforts, hoping the added visual stimulation would help him get fully aroused.

He began moving his hands over my chest, greedily caressing, groping, and exploring every inch of it. Yet, he still didn’t get hard. Frustrated, I stood before him and, with a coy smile, untied the waist strap of my dress and pulled it downward in one long, sliding motion. Determined not to let it touch the filthy floor, I gracefully picked it up and slowly carried it with a little extra wiggle in my hips over to a nearby stall, where I hung it with care on the door.

Slowly spinning around, I caught his gaze with mine and noticed the cell phone camera in his hand. My body, now fully exposed, gleamed under the harsh bathroom lights, highlighting the curves and contours of my figure. My small breasts stood firm with nipples erect from the cool air and the erotic tension. My skin was slightly flushed, a result of both the heat and the arousal coursing through me.

I seductively shimmied and swayed towards him, my hips moving in a tantalizing rhythm. With each step, my breasts bounced gently, and I could see his eyes widen with growing excitement. As I drew closer, I playfully cocked my hips, emphasizing my curves, and struck sultry poses that showcased every inch of my naked body.

He snapped pictures, his breathing becoming heavier and more ragged with each click of the camera. His eyes roved hungrily over my form, lingering on my breasts and the curve of my hips. I could see the raw desire in his gaze, a mix of disbelief and arousal that made his hands tremble slightly.

As he continued to capture the moment, I imagined how he would be telling this story for years to come, with no one believing him until he showed them these photos. The thought of being immortalized in such an intimate and explicit way sent a thrill through me, heightening the delicious mix of exposure and excitement I was already feeling.

As I undulated my body closer to him, I turned around to tease him with my firm, plump ass. My naked skin glowed under the bright bathroom lights, highlighting every curve and contour. I wriggled my hips in a tantalizing motion, beckoning him closer with every seductive sway. He still wasn’t fully erect, so I knew I had to up the ante.

With my back facing him, I spread my legs wide and bent over invitingly, my ass high in the air. Being daring, I reached around and pulled my cheeks apart, allowing him an unobstructed view of my most intimate spot. To intensify the tease, I began moving my ass up and down like waves in the ocean, creating a mesmerizing motion designed to drive him wild with desire.

I felt the cool air against my exposed skin, intensifying the sensation and adding to the erotic atmosphere. I could hear his breath hitch as he took in the sight, his excitement palpable. The mixture of my daring display and his growing arousal created a charged atmosphere, thick with anticipation. This was my last, bold attempt to push him over the edge and finally get him fully hard.

Still, his manhood was not maturing as I would have liked. Frustration began to build, and I was about to give up when he suddenly and firmly grabbed my waist, pulling me into contact with his package. Grinding against his half-hardened manhood, I felt his erection gradually improving. I arched my back and parted my legs wider, offering him more access. His hands gripped my waist with a desperate intensity, pulling me closer until my core was pressed.

His manhood slid between my legs, along the length of my slit without entering, creating a tantalizing friction. He moved slowly, his shaft gliding through my spread vulva and becoming coated with my moisture. The sensation was electrifying, each pass of his length intensifying his arousal. I could feel his desire growing stronger with every movement, the heat between us building as he became more and more carnal, his hands gripping my waist with increasing urgency.

After a few minutes, I grew increasingly frustrated, fearing I might not be able to make this man cum. In a desperate move, I stretched my arm back and firmly grabbed his once-limp, now nearly erect member. To my pleasant surprise, the width and length of his cock were impressive, adding to the thrill of the moment. The slickness of his glazed shaft was no match for the intense wetness of my eager entrance. I pushed his firming length into my spread pussy, feeling it swell further inside me.

With an agonizingly slow rhythm, he began to thrust into me from behind, his full length sliding deeper with each movement. His hips pressed firmly against my ass with a powerful force, filling me completely with every thrust. Each stroke became more intense, his movements increasingly frenzied as he pounded in and out with long, forceful strokes. I could feel his saggy ball sack slapping against my clit with each thrust, adding an unexpected jolt of pleasure. His arousal was almost at its peak, each motion bringing him closer to the edge.

I felt his breathing grow more and more intense, his grip on my hips as firm and relentless as a dog mounting a bitch. I knew he was almost ready to reward me for my efforts. Abruptly, I wrenched myself away from him and spun around, before descending on his quivering member with a vengeance. I took charge of the situation, licking, sucking, and jerking him off rapidly in wild abandon. He struggled to contain himself until he finally exploded into my mouth with a shuddering groan.

His salty, bitter flavor burst along my taste buds, mingled with a hint of Fireball whiskey, creating a surprisingly complex taste. The blend of salty and bitter with the warm, spicy notes of cinnamon filled my mouth as I maintained a steady rhythm, milking every last drop from him until he was completely spent.

Satisfied he was fully depleted and that I had completed my task, I sauntered away from him and picked up my dress. Panting and out of breath, he fumbled with his phone to take more pictures or video—whatever he was doing. I stood in front of him and purposely put on a show, elegantly raising my dress up over my hips and then my breasts. Glancing in the mirror, I saw the disarray I was in, but I knew the effect that look would have on Mike, so I decided not to straighten up. Instead, I embraced the wild, disheveled appearance, knowing it would please him even more.

As I began to walk towards the door, he timidly tried to embrace and kiss me. However, that was not what I wanted. I had other plans.

As I strutted out of the men's room, a hush descended over the bar, everyone's eyes following me. I could feel their curiosity and judgment, and I relished in knowing they were all wondering what I had done in the men's room with that man. Tightening my lips in determination, I adjusted my dress and raked my fingers through my tousled hair. I sauntered up next to Mike with an impish smirk, grabbing his half-full beer glass and putting it to my lips. Pausing for effect and locking eyes with Mike, I parted my lips and let the jizz flow from my mouth in a slow, deliberate stream. The long, unbroken line of creamy fluid slowly oozed out of my mouth and into the glass, nearly filling it with its pearlescent substance. The layer of cum floating in Mike's beer formed a stark, creamy contrast against the amber liquid, creating an undeniable visual proof of my accomplishment.

The room was stifled with astonishment as a collective chorus of hushed chatter echoed around. My insides were in turmoil, my heart pounding wildly, a mix of excitement and nerves threatening to overwhelm me. Despite the inner chaos, I was determined not to let it show. I grabbed a napkin and wiped my mouth nonchalantly. Pointing directly at Mike, I called out to the bartender that he would be paying for my tab before sashaying out of the bar, maintaining an air of calm confidence.