It’s a Wednesday afternoon, Mister says he’s going to take me out on Friday. Where is he taking me? I thought. He wouldn’t say anything this far ahead if it wasn’t special, right? I ask where we’re going, but he just says “Out” in his short, stern tone. He only uses that tone when he’s planning something naughty and doesn’t want me to know. The last time he used that tone with me the night ended with me tied to the bed with cum dripping out of my used holes. But he said, “out”, what does “out” mean? The anticipation is killing me.

Friday finally arrives, and I tell him how anxious I am for the evening. He reassures me that I’ll enjoy myself. He’s right, I thought, I always enjoy myself when he surprises me, even though I hate surprises. When we’re finally alone, I notice a dress laid out for me. We must be going somewhere fancy, this dress still has tags on it. I love it when he tells me what to wear, it makes me feel like I’m his property, I love being his.

I put the dress on and admire myself in the mirror. The dress shows just enough cleavage to feel sexy, but covers my shoulders and falls just shy of my knees. It’s flowy, perfect for a hot summer evening. I curl my hair and put on a bit of makeup. “Are you ready?” Mister asks from downstairs, Ready for what? I ask myself again, “I think so” I say back.

“Where are we going” I ask as we walk to the car. “Somewhere” he says, with a swift smack on my ass. I jump and whimper, he smirks.

After a short drive, he parks in front of a dark building. “We’re here” he says, there are a few other cars in the parking lot of this mystery building. He opens my door, and holds my hand as we walk in. Where are we? I nervously ask myself. As we get closer I hear music, this is a strange place for a club, is this a club?

A beautiful woman opens the door, and welcomes us. Mister walks in like he owns the place, holding me close as he does. When we’re inside I notice couches surrounding what appears to be a dance floor. There are a few women, but the crowd is mostly men. One woman turns around, her button down shirt is open, exposing her round breasts and stiff nipples.

I pale at the thought, Is this a sex club? It has to be, right? I shiver, and Mister ushers me to the dance floor. He sits on one of the couches and tells me to dance, to enjoy myself. I don’t like to dance, but I love putting on a show for him. After a few moments I felt someone come up behind me, I try to step away but Mister shakes his head. Does he want me to dance with someone else? What is he thinking? Won’t he get jealous?

I look over my shoulder to see a tall, handsome man behind me. Just as I do, my favorite throwback comes on, 3-6-9 damn you fine… I get low and push my hips back when I come back up. Sliding my ass against the stranger. I smirk at Mister as I do, this is fun I thought. I love teasing him, he always uses me so much harder when I do.

The stranger puts his hands on my hips while I grind on him. How far can I go? I thought, as I guide his hands up my body, making eye contact with Mister as I do. The dress Mister bought me has a tie at the bust, so I guide the man’s hands to the tie. I want him to untie it, to expose me. The man, gets the message, it’s like he’s reading my mind. He unties the front of my dress, exposing my breasts for the whole club. Mister gets up off the couch, oh no, I think.

The stranger slides his hands across my exposed chest, as if he’s trying to take me all in. Mister comes up to me, and presses himself against my front while the man stays pressed against my back. “You’re such a slut” he whispers in my ear with a smile. “I’m your slut” I whisper back, feeling my core long for him.

My dress slides up over my ass as I grind on the man, one hand on my exposed tits and the other on my hip. He’s getting hard I say to myself as I grind my ass harder against him. Feeling him grow stiffer and stiffer. I look to Mister for his permission. The desire in my eyes must have been obvious, because Mister quickly signals to take the man somewhere more private.

I grab the hand that has been on my hip, and start to slowly walk away from the dance floor. I hold the man’s hand in one hand, and undo my dress with the other. Slowly stripping as we wander to find a comfortable space.

The man swiftly smacks my ass and I squeal as I fall back onto a bed. My legs spreading as I fall, exposing the wetness that has been building between my legs. The stranger crawls up on the bed over me while Mister sits nearby watching us like a hawk. “I want you to fuck me” I whisper to the stranger, my lips touching his ear softly as I do.

The man’s hands caress my whole body, starting at my cheek as he kisses me softly. Moving down my neck to my chest, swirling around both of my hard nipples, down my side to my hips, moving quickly past my wet slit to the inside of my thigh. Using his strong hands to spread my legs wide enough for his body to slide between them.

I can feel myself moistening, the thought of another man caressing me has turned me on for some time, but now that it’s happening I’m even more turned on than I had imagined. Mister watches intently as the man slips his hand between my thighs, feeling how wet he’s made me. I moan as the man slides his hand over and around my slit, he’s teasing me more than he knows.

I close my eyes as my back arches, attempting to press my slit harder against his hand. I grind against his fingers as he softly slides one inside my needy hole. I moan audibly and open my eyes to see Mister smirking, watching me fill with intense pleasure.

I feel like such a slut, the thought makes me shiver. I’m playing with a stranger, in front of my Mister. I am a slut. The thought that this could be wrong turns me on even more as the man continues to finger me, he started slowly with one finger but he’s moving faster now, sliding in a second. My legs start to shake as he brings me closer and closer to my climax. But then the stranger stops before I get to the top.

I exhale briskly but he quickly fills my mouth with the fingers that were just inside me. My focus is back on the way he feels pressed against me, rather than my ruined orgasm. I slowly jerk my hips while licking his fingers, rubbing my slit against his rock hard cock. I want him to fill me up, I want to cum.

He presses his body against mine, shifting my hips back and lifting my legs in the air. Using his wet fingers to guide his shaft to my needy hole. He slowly slides it in, I moan softly, feeling myself fill with ecstasy. Our bodies pressed against each other, working together, grinding our hips into one another.

The man sees me looking at Mister and starts to fuck me harder, putting on a show for my man. I love the way he grinds into me. I moan louder, feeling his full length slide in and out of me. He’s getting so deep I can feel the tip of his cock hit my cervix in an almost painful, but oh so hot way. I grind my hips against his, to feel him even deeper.

His cock feels so good inside me that I almost forgot Mister was watching us. His gaze feels as though it is piercing my soul. I stare back at him while I slide my hand down to my slit, easily finding my swollen, throbbing clit. I softly rub while the stranger continues to fuck me, hard. I stare at Mister as I moan even louder. “I’m gonna cum” I exclaim, cumming harder than I have before, nearly squirting on the cock inside me.

Mister has a needy look in his eye, he stands up and comes over to me. He slowly undoes his pants and pulls out his stiff cock. He stands close to my face and waits for me to moan with an open mouth again. Then he shoves his cock down my throat while the stranger continues to fuck me. There’s a pause and both men take a step back. “Flip over” the stranger says, I quickly flip from my back to my hands and knees. “Much better” Mister says, shoving his cock back in my mouth, in sync with the cock behind me.

“Youre such a good little slut” Mister says as he continues to fuck my drooly face. I love being his slut. I grind back into the stranger, feeling my pussy grip his cock even more than before. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer, “I’m gonna cum” he says, I grind harder in an effort to make him cum faster. I love the feeling of a pulsing cock inside me, there’s nothing better. The stranger slumps backward, giving me a quick spank as he does.

Mister pulls his cock out of my mouth, giving my cheek a love tap as he does. “My turn” he says, smirking at me. I’m so tired I think to myself as I fall to the bed. “Get your ass back in the air” Mister says sternly, I quickly comply despite having already been used once. “You’re going to make me cum too, whore” he says gripping my hips and pressing his tip into my freshly fucked hole.

In one quick motion he slides deep inside me, I can feel his cock touch every part of me. He moves my hips back and forth as if he’s telling me to fuck him myself. I slowly start to bounce back and forth on his cock in compliance. Feeling myself get more and more wet, I’m his slut and I know it. I grind my hips back against his, still moving slowly to savor the feeling of him inside me. But Mister grows impatient, he grabs my hips harder, digging his nails into me as he slams his body against mine.

My body falls against the bed, but Mister doesn’t stop. He fucks me as hard as he can, one hand on my hip and the other gripping my hair, holding my head down into the bed. I moan and wiggle, but Mister has me pinned. He’s using me for his pleasure, I’m just his toy. His thrusts speed up, I know he’s getting close, his grip on my hair loosens as he shoves his cock deep inside me one last time. I feel his cock throb as he fills me with his cum. “Good girl” he says, kissing the back of my head as I lay there, properly used.