"Did you make a mess in your panties? Let me see."
I stand in front of him. He's seated at a table in the back of the bar. He smiles, a dirty ogle more accurately, toward the man seated to his right. He looks back at me, sees my nervous reaction. He shakes his head with a somewhat disgusted look on his face. He reaches out and takes the front of my short shorts at the waist band, pulls them out and away from my lower stomach as he pushes with his other hand against my stomach roughly, separating widely the shorts I wear from my crotch. He looks down into my underpants. He sees the huge wet spot on my pink panties and the precum all over my little penis. A ribbon of it jiggles, connected from the hole of my penis to the front panel of my panties.
"Does he want you? Did he want to do more than dance with your little sissy ass? Did he?"
I look at the two men sitting next to my boyfriend, leering at me. He holds my shorts and panties open as he talks to me. One of his friends leans forward and looks down into my panties. He smiles at me, turns back to the bar. My face goes bright red.
"I think so. He was very turned on."
"Good. If he wants to take you into the back room you go. Show him you're a good little cocksucker. If he tries to fuck you, you let me know. You know the rules, cupcake."
He's slightly drunk. He pats my butt.
"Yes, Daddy. I will."
"You're a mess. I should spank you right here. You have no self-control, none. I guess it's to be expected with a little whore like you. Fix your fucking makeup, clean up this mess you made in the inside of your panties and get back over to the bar. If he comes back to talk with you and wants you in the back room, you be a good boy, you show him what that little mouth of yours can do. Move, Princess."
He releases the waist band of my shorts, lets them snap against my waist. He turns me by my hips and slaps my butt hard. I wobble on my heels. I say nothing. I head back to the bar. I hear the two men seated next to him laugh as they witness the entire 'inspection'. I hear him turn to one of them as I move back to the bar.
"He's never not covered with his own cum. He's a whore. I should put a cage on that little thing."
I hear the three of them laugh.
I'm wearing super short skin tight soft pink crushed velour shorts. They are cut low at the top and very high at the bottom, showing maximum curve of my cheeks at the tops of my legs in back. They form-fit up into the crack of my butt, they look like they are painted on. Under them I wear pink lace tiny little panties. My top is bare midriff exposing my navel and stomach up just below my nipples. My top is off-shoulder on one side, hangs sexily exposing my back. I have on open toed thin ankle strap 3" high heel shoes with bare legs, no stockings. My hair is combed forward and to the side over my left eye. I wear way too much eye makeup and shiny pink lip gloss. I am a delectable piece of baby soft and smooth sissy boy candy.
The reason I am wet is because of the man I just danced with. He would not keep his hands off of me. When he came up to me as I sat at the bar he started flirting with me. I looked to my boyfriend and saw him give me the nod, 'the look', telling me to dance with him if he wanted too. My boyfriend parked me at the bar, told me 'Sit and stay put.', the way he does often in this club. He likes to watch other men hit on me. I know 'the look', meaning let the flirtatious man take me to the dance floor, even feel me up if he likes.
His hands were on my rear end almost immediately. He pulled me up close to him, so close I could feel his erection rub and grind against me. I could tell he was huge. I felt his cock push into me through his pants. And he did the one thing that makes instantly wet. He put his hand on my butt as he danced slow with me.
There is nothing that gets me hotter than that instant, that moment a man, a real man, puts his hand on my butt! And he would not keep his hands off of me. He held me by the back of my neck, running that hand down my back and then back up, his other hand cradling my right cheek tightly, holding me firmly in place while he rubbed up against me. He was grinding his hard on against me the entire time we danced. I was lost to him and the way he used his strong hands on me.
I sat down back at the bar and watched my boyfriend in the mirror, saw him taking with his friends. I know one of them all too well. I was given to him on several occasions. The last time he spanked me for over an hour, I could not sit for a week after that. Although my boyfriend forbids any man other than him from fucking my rear end, he forbids no man from spanking it.
"Hi."
I turn quickly. It's him again, the man that got me all hot and bothered on the dance floor.
"Hi."
I smile at him, look back toward my boyfriend.
"You belong to him, don't you."
It's a statement more than a question.
"I do. And I love that fact. He's my boyfriend. I'm sorry if I led you on. He likes to see men with me but I go home with him."
I see my boyfriend look over at me. He watches.
"So, if I got his permission to have you suck my cock, you'd do it."
He sips his drink. He put his hand on the back of my neck, ran it down my back and into the back waist band of my shorts. I pulled up on the chair, pulled away from him.
"You are embarrassing me. Please..."
He takes the last of his drink down, puts the glass forcefully down onto the bar. Before I can complete my sentence he walks away, toward my boyfriend and his two friends. I feel my heart jump to my throat. I want to rush to my boyfriend and tell him I did nothing to insult this man, nothing to make him mad. I feel helpless. I stay seated. I know better than to move from the bar until he motions for me.
I see the man talking with my boyfriend. My boyfriend stands and moves away from the other two men he was seated with. He talks with the stranger. I can see them laughing, then see them shake hands. I feel total fear, apprehension.
I see the man walk back to me. He takes my arm.
"Let's go."
I resist, start to pull away from his grip on my arm. I look to my boyfriend for protection, look to see that he is aware.
"Go!"
