The New Dress

Late last year, I had the opportunity to attend an exclusive charity gala and fundraiser. I do love these types of events; it means I get to shop. I stopped into a high-end dress shop, to look around a bit. I tried on several dresses and gowns. The attendant brought out a slinky, silver dress like you would see on the red carpet in Hollywood. I slipped into it and immediately fell in love. It sparkled and shone and fit perfectly. It was gorgeous, and as a bonus, it satisfied the exhibitionist side of me. I'm sure you've all seen this type of gown. It's long, floor-length, the top is deep, plunging V-neck line, the point ending at my navel. One side was slit open from hem to hip and you can't wear panties with. When you set, your entire leg is out, very sexy. When I stepped out of the dressing room to look in the mirrors, other ladies in the store glared at the dress. It was a perfect fit, it clung to my curves and flowed free as it should. As I walked back and forth on the runway for the seamstress and attendant. The slit would billow open, leaving very little to the imagination. I smiled to myself, knowing this was the dress.

The price tag gave me a chill, and for a split second, I thought of putting it back and wearing something from my closet. That only lasted a moment. A new pair of strappy silver stilettos and a matching handbag and I was set.

Finally, the evening rolled around for the gala. I slid into the dress and heels and headed out the door. The opening is on the left side of the dress. Makes getting in and out of a car a sexy production for anyone standing around. As I pulled up in front of the Hustler Club, in downtown Cleveland, several valets were waiting. The car door swung open, and I made sure to give them all a little show. I swung my legs out in the best lady-like slash "slutty" way that I knew. Most of the dress remained in the car, which is what I had hoped would happen. Judging by the amount of night air that I felt whisp over my freshly groomed pussy, I'm sure they all got quite the show. Seeing the looks on their faces, I was certain they had. I smirked and thanked the valet.

As I walked up the sidewalk, leading to the front door the dress flowed and showed a lot of skin. Greeted by stares and whispers as I entered the club. The attention excited me more and gave me greater reason to be even more flippant about my attire.

The evening rolled on with plenty of eating and drinking, speeches, and dancing. The band was quite good as was the comedian. I danced alone to the fast songs and several different men asked me to hit the dance floor for the slow ones.

I stepped outside to get some air, the room was getting a little stuffy. The air was cool and slapped me in the face at first when the doors slid open. I adjusted to it quickly and I had enough alcohol in me and that helped as well. A couple were off to one side, tucked away in an alcove and making out, oblivious to anyone. I walked over to the opposite side and leaned against the railing. It was Saturday night and the city was busy. With JACK Casino on the next block and many nightclubs, they both brought the crowds downtown.

I stood looking down, watching the red and white lights of the cars moving up and down streets. They all seemed so tiny at this distance. Someone had come up behind, their body pressed against mine, hands firm on my waist. A moment later, his voice rumbled in my ear.

"You know, some of my friends and I have been talking about you tonight."

It was the guy that I had danced with a few times.

"Oh? Can I ask what you were discussing?"

"Well, it wasn't so much talking, as it was betting." He stopped for a moment to take a drink. The last thing he needed was more liquor.

"Mmmmmm, bets huh?" I turned my head trying to look back at him "What are these bets?"

He laughed at first, "The first was about that dress and if you were wearing panties. The other was if you were a tease, wearing a dress like that and showing off."

"So, what do you say?" I could feel his cock, now hard as he pressed his body harder against me, the railing hitting me at the waist. I was now leaning partway over.

"I say no panties, but I'm gonna need to verify that." Before I could answer his hand slid from my waist and through the opening in the dress. His hand went straight between my legs.

"Yep, I knew it." He grunted into my ear. "Guess I won that bet."

His fingers began rubbing my slit. My clit throbbed and swelled, and he parted my lips with his finger and rubbed my swollen bud. He pressed harder against me, my ass pressed back against him as he inserted a second finger. My pussy now wet, and no way to hide my excitement. The purr that started deep in my throat and forced its way out between my crimson lips didn't help any.

"This wet hole and that ass pushing against my hard-on say you're no tease either." He leaned against me, pressing his shoulder into me as if he was trying to keep me from going anywhere. I gripped the railing tight, to keep from falling over it. He had me almost halfway over the edge. I knew, in my mind, if he had stepped back, I would go over.

His free hand unfastened his pants. From behind, he pushed my dress out of the way. He kicked my feet apart, grabbed my hips, and pushed inside me. For a moment all I could think about was my dress. A strange thing to have on my mind as this stranger shoved himself inside me. All the while, leaning over the edge of this railing, ten stories above Center Street below. I could hear the voices of others around us. Laughing and enjoying their evening. Oblivious to the guy in the corner, pummeling his cock into the girl half-way over the railing. Each thrust seemed it was pushing me further over the railing. He let go of my hips, and grabbed the railing, giving himself more leverage as he fucked me harder and harder. He was grunting and making strange noises at this point. "You fucking slut," his words came out muffled between gritted teeth. "Parading around like some whore, your tits half out, and flashing your pussy to anyone who will look."

He was right, at least in some small way. It is the norm for me to show off my "goodies" as it were. I've always been an exhibitionist so that much is true. I'll even give him the "fucking slut" comment. I mean, it's not the first I've heard it, and here I am, bent over a railing with some stranger's cock fucking me. Like a "whore" though?

I knew it wouldn't be much longer and he would shoot his load. At this point, my toes are all that's touching the ground.

I suppose I should be upset or even scared by this stranger humping me like an animal. Because of the way it all happened, the unexpectedness of it all. Hanging over a railing that I could only hope would support us all served to excite me. Looking down at the cars below, bent over this railing set my pussy on fire. My pussy was making that all too familiar "squish squish" sound it makes when a hard cock is banging away at it. Mixed with the sound of his hips slapping against my bare ass created a symphony. A symphony of dirty, slutty fucking, that filled me with excitement. My tits, by this time, had managed to bounce out and were swaying in time with his thrusting.

Between his cock jack-hammering my pussy, and his nuts slapping against my clit, it was all that I could take. The pressure inside me released, the spasms overtook my insides as my pussy gripped his cock. I squirted several times, spraying the front of his pants and splashing onto my thighs.

He was grunting like an animal now, and with an "oh fuck!" he slammed into me, his body now stiff against me. I could feel his legs shaking, and his cock swelled and exploded deep inside me. Five or six thick ropes of cum gushed into me then slowed. He collapsed, leaning against me.

"Holy fuck, bitch." His limp dick made that "fwump" sound as it plopped out of me. His cum gushed out with that disgusting wet sound. Some splatted on the patio between my feet, but most ran down both of my thighs. He grabbed my waist and stepped back; as he did my feet landed on the concrete. He stood smiling, staring at my tits as he tucked his cock back in and zipped. I straightened my dress and returned my boobs to their rightful spot.

"Looks like I won both bets!" he chuckled and smirked, looking at me like the Cheshire cat.

I smiled back at him, "Yeah looks like you did, there's one problem."

He swayed side to side, from the booze he had consumed. "W'as the problem? I'll go collect, is no problem."

"You can't prove that you won you dick." I was laughing at him now, it seemed obvious, to me, at least. "You can't prove that I'm not wearing panties, or that I'm not a tease, no one knows you fucked me only, you and me."

I left him standing there, his mouth hanging open with that "well fuck" look on his face. I headed inside to clean up and make sure my dress wasn't ruined.

My girlfriends all say it was rape. I call it another fun night of being me.

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