He kisses and bites my neck just the way he knows I like, and I grind on his hard cock as it pulses through his pants. I feel a sudden wave of selfconsciousness: should we be doing this? Isn’t this wrong somehow?
But the wrongness of it only encourages me. People pass us, walking slowly, observing our actions. Many of the people here are wearing masks, which makes me feel even more exposed. I’m not, and if anyone recognizes me from the bakery, I’ll be in big trouble.
But I feel completely overtaken by my desire to give in to my lust wholly, even when people are starting to notice us.
We’ve drawn a small crowd around us. Not everybody is watching intently, but the ones who are seem transfixed by us. The way I felt when I tried on my dress for the first time is eclipsed by the feeling of raw, unmitigated power and sexuality as I draw a crowd with my body. It’s a body that nobody can touch except for Viktor.
Every time I grind my pussy into Viktor’s cock, the intensity of the toy is dispersed perfectly throughout my entire clit, and my legs shake with every point of contact. I can already feel myself getting close to orgasm, and I haven’t even felt him inside of me yet.
Viktor can sense that I’m about to cum as my voice grows breathy, and he takes my left breast out of my dress, sucking on it until I’m nearly screaming with pleasure.
My first orgasm with the toy is earth-shattering, as if I’ve broken into a new plane of existence where pleasure is all that matters. For a moment, I’m convinced that I’ve cum so hard that I’m deaf until I hear the muffled music come back incrementally.
Without a word, Viktor unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, and I tease the tip with my throbbing, hot pussy before I slip it inside of me.
Even with how ridiculously wet I am, fitting his dick inside of me takes some work, and when I can finally feel him inside of me, my vagina pulses around the length as I come down from my orgasm.
He doesn’t hesitate before he takes me by the hips and lays me down on the couch, taking my legs and putting them up on his shoulders to give him even more depth. I whimper out loud the first time he thrusts inside of me, lost in the pleasure that I’ve learned to love so much with Viktor. There is no pleasure without the girth of his cock inside of me, and I accept every inch of it.
My eyes catch the gaze of onlookers as Viktor fucks me. There are both men and women standing around, enjoying the show as though we were the main performers of the night, but I’m not getting paid for this. It’s nothing like my work as a stripper.
Viktor’s mouth finds the space between my neck and my shoulder, and I feel him bite me hard enough to leave a hickey that I’m sure will last for weeks. I love it when he does that, and now he’s doing it in front of a steadily growing crowd of people.
Everyone in the club will know that I belong to him for the whole night.
He has claimed me.
I claw my nails into his back to show him that I can be just as aggressive as him; I don’t need everybody here believing that I’m a delicate little flower. I need him to see that he can pound the hell out of me, that I can take it.
His hand finds my throat, squeezing lightly as I press my hands harder into his back.
I can feel every stroke, every bit of him as he moves against me. Even with the music booming in the background, my moans are growing louder and louder, harder to ignore. Viktor brings me back up onto his lap, and he fucks me hard and fast as I wrap my arms around his neck, nearly entranced by the overwhelming sensations.
The toy stays exactly where I placed it, remaining braced against my clit as he bounces me on his cock. I don’t even think I could move on my own at this rate; my legs feel like jello.
I feel him slowing down, and I know he’s about to cum. It’s what he always does. He slows down and thrusts deeper and harder until he’s cumming inside of me, wrapping his arms around my body and squeezing me until he’s finished.
The crowd of people around is watching as our moment ends, and we stare into each other’s eyes as our heart rates begin to finally go down. Viktor’s face looks hauntingly beautiful in this light, and I can only hope he feels the same about me.