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A Date With Dean
by PuppyLoverDawn (puppyloverdawn@excite.com)

***

Thirty-six year old Dawn goes on a first date with a 
guy from the internet who teaches her the joy of 
humiliation. (MMF, public-huml)

***

My name is Dawn and I am an attractive woman of 36. I 
have an excellent job with an accounting firm that pays 
well, but leave little time for serious relationships. 
I've known Dean for some time now, though just through 
e-mail and IM conversations. I finally agreed to meet 
him one Saturday night. He told me to meet him at a 
small bar in a bad part of town.

He ordered me to dress as follows: Short black leather 
mini skirt slit up the side, button down red silk 
blouse unbuttoned 3 buttons, 3 inch spiked heels, no 
bra, and absolutely no panties. I dressed as he 
demanded with one exception. I wore red lace panties, 
thinking that if he got far enough to see them, he 
wouldn't care that I wore them. I'm an idiot.

I met him outside the bar. I was standing there having 
a cigarette when he pulled up in a tuck. He stopped and 
told me to follow him as he drove around to the side of 
the building between the bar and the porn shop. I 
followed around as he parked. He opened the door but 
did not get out. He motioned me over and I complied. 
When I got around the truck, I saw he had his pants 
unzipped and his semi hard cock out in his hand. "Okay 
Slut, suck me off before we go in." I was shocked by 
his boldness and hesitated. He just glared at me and my 
will was broken. 

I took his cock in my hand and began licking the shaft. 
He pulled my hair and said, "Look slut, I want you to 
suck it, not tease it. Either you get it right or I'll 
get on the phone and have 20 guys down here for you to 
practice with." I took him completely in my mouth and 
began sucking with new vigor.

He used his hands on my head to make me go faster and 
deeper, taking him all the way into my throat. Dean 
started to grunt and his cock pulsed. I knew was going 
to cum so I started swallowing in anticipation. 
Instead, he pulled me by the hair off of his cock and 
held my face 2 inches from his cock as it started 
shooting gob after gob of thick white spunk all over my 
face. One shot went into my eyes, another into my mouth 
and one into my hair. The rest hit my chin and nose. I 
imagine I was quite a sight. 

I stood up and started to reach into my purse for some 
tissues to clean my face when Dean said, "Hey, Cum 
Slut! Bend down and lick my cock clean!" I bent down 
and licked his cock and hand clean before I began to 
search for the tissues again. "Damn, you are just one 
dumb whore," he said as I took out the tissues. "You 
don't use tissues for that. Use your fingers and lick 
them clean." 

I "cleaned off" as best I could with my limited 
resources and then Dean got out of the truck. 

This is the first time I have seen him in real life and 
he was taller than I expected (with a much bigger cock 
as well). He has dark hair, tanned skin, and appears to 
exercise regularly. He has that rugged everyman look 
that would look equally at home at a construction site 
or in a boardroom. As we walked into the bar he said, 
"Hope you brought money for the drinks." I asked, "Um, 
this place is kinda creepy. Is it safe." 

He smiled at me and replied, "Hey, it's your choice, 
here or I take you into the porn shop. I'm sure you'll 
meet some interesting people in there." I looked at the 
porn shop and almost felt sick. It was dark and the 
paint on the sides of the building was chipped away 
like open sores. A faded sign read on the wall of the 
porn shop read "buddy-friendly video booths". What the 
hell did that mean? "Oh, no, the bar is fine."

As we walked into the bar, I took in the...ambiance? To 
describe the bar as a dive would be an insult to dives 
everywhere. The place was dark and smoke filled. There 
was a long mahogany bar in the center that 30 years ago 
probably looked beautiful and rustic. Now it just 
looked sad and tarnished. In the back was a pool table 
that was propped up on one side by cinder blocks. 

The bar was filled with bikers, burly tuckers, skanky 
women and a female waitress who couldn't be older than 
17 or 18. As the girl gathered drinks behind the bar, 
the bartender, an older fat guy with a course beard 
leaned over to her and grabbed her firm teen tits as he 
said, "I told you to wear your uniform here, dammit!" 
The girl lowered her head, put down the tray and picked 
up an article of clothes. She headed out towards the 
bathroom and said, "Yes, Daddy."

I remember looking around at the strange collection of 
freaks. I said under my breath, "Maybe we should have 
gone to the porn shop instead." Dean reached his arm 
around me and squeezed my right tit. "One thing at a 
time, Cunt." It was then that I knew I was in for a 
long and interesting night.

Dean and I sat in the dirty bar, he with a beer and me 
with, well, also a beer. Apparently the bartender has 
never head of a Cosmopolitan or Bay Breeze or even a 
Long Island Iced Tea. I wasn't about to ask for Sex on 
a Beach from the toothless freak. Across the bar, 
several large fury bikers were eyeing me up and down. 
When Dean noticed this, he leaned over and said over 
the din of the music, "You have some admirers. Hike up 
your skirt and give them a peak." 

I was about to protest but when I looked at him and our 
eyes made contact, I lost my resolve. I lowered my head 
and took my skirt in my hands. I lifted my ass a bit so 
I could pull my tight skirt up to reveal my red lace 
panties.

Dean smiled when he saw me lift my skirt. He leaned 
down to take a peak himself and then quickly glared up 
at me. "I thought I made myself perfectly clear about 
your required dress code for tonight. Are you tying to 
make me look like a jackass?" 

I stuttered an apology, "I-I'm sorry, I just 
thought..." 

He said, "Well, I guess I'll have to see if I can fix 
things." He stood up and raised his hands and said in a 
loud and commanding voice, "Excuse me, may I have 
everyone's attention please. My little cunt would like 
to buy everyone here a round of drinks." The crowd 
cheered as the bartender started pouring pitchers of 
beer. 

I whispered to him, "I don't have that much money on 
me. I only brought $60."

Dean looked down at me with almost disappointment and 
then his face turned to one of amusement as he said, 
"Well, then I guess you'll have to find a way to raise 
some money, won't you?" I nodded. He continued, "Hmm, 
now how can a dirty whore like you raise money in a 
place like this? Oh, I have an idea! Come with me, 
bitch." 

Dean dragged me into the men's bathroom. A very drunk 
man was using the urinal, though he was using more of 
the floor than the urinal as he swayed back and forth. 
Dean said to the man, "Hey, how about this bitch sucks 
your cock for $5?" What the hell did I get myself into? 
And at $5 a shot, how many cocks will I have to suck to 
pay the $110 bar tab?

Dean pushed me to my knees on the wet, filthy floor. A 
drunk man at the urinal turned to look at me but was 
still in the process of urinating. His stream splashed 
off my red blouse, wetting it and making the thin 
fabric almost transparent. In the process it further 
exposed my 36C breasts. I was about to leap to my feet, 
but Dean's hand on my shoulder held me in place. The 
drunk man's stream tapered off and he fished in his 
pocket for money. He handed Dean a crumpled up bill and 
then stepped towards me, his flaccid cock still 
dripping piss. I wanted to at least wipe it off, but I 
didn't want to disappoint Dean, so I leaned forward and 
licked the tip. 

I looked up at Dean, who smiled for a brief moment. The 
smile vanished as quickly as it appeared, but I knew he 
was pleased, so I took hold of the man's tool and began 
to suck on it. It got hard quickly and within 2 minutes 
the man was moaning as he filled my mouth with cum. The 
drunk man stumbled out the door with his cock still 
hanging out. 

Dean told me to stay put while he went and drummed up 
some more business. While he went from table to table, 
whispering to scary men and pointing towards the 
bathroom door, I decided to clean myself off a bit. 
Naturally, there were no paper towels and the toilet 
paper dispenser was empty as well. 

I was starting to get frustrated and was ready to grab 
my purse from the wet floor and leave when a large man 
with a baseball cap entered the bathroom. He looked at 
me and said, "So I hear you're hungry for some throat 
yogurt." He held up a five dollar bill with one hand as 
he unzipped his overstuffed jeans with the other. The 
man was, in a word, furry. He had on a dirty white v-
neck undershirt with the sleeves cut off, exposing his 
massive amounts of body hair. The guy not only had 
hairy arms, chest and crotch, but he had long coarse 
curly hairs on his shoulders, neck and hands. 

The obese man was like the love child of Rosanne Barr 
and Chewbacca. I knew Dean would probably be back any 
second, so I wasted no time. I took the man's 
surprisingly long cock in my hand and licked the 
underside as I looked up at him. Then I took him 
completely into my mouth and sucked him. As I worked on 
him, I felt his rough fingers in my hair. He grabbed a 
handful of my silky brown hair and began fucking my 
mouth. 

As Cousin It continued to fuck my mouth, Dean returned 
with 5 more men. They all stood around me and watched 
as the wookie raped my face. Finally, after about 10 
minutes, the man pulled out his cock and began firing 
several hot blasts of sticky white slime onto my face 
and hair. Then when he finished, he wiped his cock off 
on the left side of my head, using my hair as a dish 
rag. He zipped back up and then leaned to the side and 
tossed the $5 into the unflushed toilet next to us. "Go 
fishing, slut."

The furry man left and I worked on the other five men. 
Sue enough, they each tossed their money into the 
toilet as well. When I finished, I had to scoop my hand 
into the filth of the toilet to retrieve my meager 
wage. 

As I washed my hands as well as my face, Dean said, 
"You make a pretty good whore. Maybe I'll let you be my 
dirty little toilet whore." Just then, another man 
walked in. He nodded to Dean and unzipped his pants. I 
got back on my knees but the man stopped me and said to 
Dean, "No, I want to fuck the bitch." Dean asked, "You 
got a condom? I don't want this cunt getting pregnant." 
The man said, "No, I'll just fuck that sweet ass then." 
I jumped to my feet and said, "Hey, wait a minute! I've 
never even done that before!" Dean smiled and said, 
"Good, then you'll be nice and tight." 

He turned to the thin "customer" and said, "For $50 you 
can be the first guy to fuck her ass." The man agreed 
and Dean told me to lift my skirt and bend down and 
grab the urinal. I can only assume he didn't have me 
grab the sink because the urinal was lower and because 
it was much more degrading. I assumed the position and 
the man spit on his cock. Then he lined it up at my 
hole and grabbed my hips. I held on tight as the man 
began forcing his cock into my virgin ass. I winced 
from the pain but didn't say anything. I knew Dean was 
watching and for some strange reason, I was eager to 
please him. 

As the stranger continued to fuck my ass with more 
speed and force, I heard the door open again. From my 
vantage point, I couldn't see who it was till he 
stepped up next to my face.

It was the furry guy again. "Don't mind me, whore. I'm 
just here to take a piss." In my current situation, I 
was too busy holding onto the urinal for dear life to 
move out of Chewbacca's way. As he unzipped and fished 
his cock from his jeans, the man behind me started 
pounding harder, forcing me even closer to the urinal. 
My face was just 6 inches from the dirty porcelain when 
the furry fat man started pissing. He was standing next 
to me and pissing from an angle. His stream was a half 
inch from my cheek and I could feel the back splash on 
my face. Then he said, "Hey bitch. Look at me when I'm 
talking to you." 

I knew Dean might admonish me for my poor manners, so I 
turned my head and asked, "Wha...?" I got hit in my 
open mouth with a blast of acrid piss. I spit and 
gasped but it kept coming. I turned my head and the 
Neanderthal continued shooting me, spraying my cheek, 
neck and hair. As his stream died out, he leaned down 
and said, "I was just going to say you look awful 
pretty drinking my piss." He chuckled as he zipped up 
and left the bathroom.

The man behind me laughed at my situation as he grabbed 
my hips and pulled me tight to him. I could feel him 
pulsating as he filled me with his seed. He pulled out 
and then pulled his wallet from his pocket. He held up 
the money and then said, "Okay bitch, now suck it 
clean." At this point, I am not sure if I cared if Dean 
was upset by my manners if I said no. However, if they 
guy walked out without paying, I'd be stuck here for a 
while. I needed this money so I sank to my knees and 
began sucking his filthy cock. I could feel his slime 
dripping from my ass as I cleaned him. Then he dropped 
the money onto the dirty floor and walked out. 

I stood up and ran to the sink to wash my mouth out. 
When I rinsed 4 or 5 times, I picked up the money and 
washed it off. I handed it to Dean and said, "There, we 
should have $145 now. That should cover the bar tab and 
a tip." Dean handed me the rest of the money, including 
the crumpled bill the drunken guy gave me when I first 
entered this hell hole of a bathroom. I unraveled it 
and saw that it was a $100 bill. Dean said, "You know, 
for an accountant, you sure suck at math." I grabbed my 
purse and paid the bar tab. Dean walked with me towards 
the door. One of the guys I sucked off said, "Hey Dean, 
she was much better than that cunt you brought last 
week. You should bring her back." Dean smiled and said, 
"Yeah, I think so."

Dean walked me to my car. I was soaking wet, dripping 
with piss and sperm. I opened the door to my new BMW 
but was reluctant to soil the seats. Dean said, "Hold 
on." He went into his truck and pulled out a red 
blanket. "Here, sit on this." As I reached out for it, 
he held it tight and said, "And it will only cost you 
your dress." I glanced around and saw a few of the guys 
from the bar were standing outside watching. I 
protested, "But I have to cross the bridge and the guy 
at the toll plaza will see me." 

Dean said, "Okay, I just figured you'd want to save 
those seats. Whatever." He turned back towards the 
truck but I yelled, "No, wait!" I stripped off the wet 
dress and handed it to him. He grabbed it and tossed it 
into the back of his truck. Then he handed me the 
blanket. 

As I put the blanket in, I realized I left my panties 
in the bathroom. Fuck it; I wasn't going back in there 
tonight. I climbed into the car and Dean said, "E-mail 
me tomorrow. We'll do this again next week. Maybe we'll 
go over to the porn shop next door and I'll let you be 
a glory hole slut." I just nodded and quietly said, 
"Okay."

As I drove home, naked, wet and dripping slime from my 
ass, I wondered why I agreed to see him again next 
week. Why would I allow these things to happen to 
myself? I am a well paid, well respected business 
woman. I want a man to treat me well and take me to 
nice places and buy me nice things. Or... maybe he was 
right. Maybe I'm just a dirty cock sucking whore. 
Maybe.

The end

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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