(note that I don't really write smut, so I appologise if it's not very well worded)
I'm off on holiday somewhere all on my own, a big city where no one knows me. One night, I dress up in high heels, a tight top and a short skirt with no panties. I've always wanted to dress like this, but never found the courage. But here, I'm just a face in the crowd, no one to see or judge me.
I've scouted around the night before, and found a club that's not too big, not too bright, with dark corners and boots for privacy.
After a few drinks to steel my nerves, I get out onto the dance floor. I dance alone to the beat of the music, and after a few minutes I can feel a pair of eyes on me. I don't turn around, just keep dancing, the feeling of being watched prickling down my back, making me shiver. Part of me wants to turn around, see who's looking, but I refuse to let myself. Instead, I relish in the feeling of someone taking me in, (hopefully) liking what they see.
Just as the song changes to something with a slower beat, I feel a pair of hands on my hips, breath close my ear whispering "don't turn around". My entire body shudders, but I obey, letting the stranger pull me closer, feeling his body mold against mine, his cock hard and pushing against my ass.
"Been watching you dance," he breathes, guding my hips until we sway in unison.
"Mmm," I bite my lip, pushing back a little, grinding my ass against the bulge in his pants.
"Mmm, indeed." His breath is warm, sending little shivers down my skin. "Bet you're all kinds of fun."
I shudder again, leaning in closer as one of his hands travel up to cup my breast through my top.
"You're looking to be a little dirty tonight, aren't you?" His voice is silky, daring.
"Y-yes," I stutter, wimpering as he pinches my nipple through the fabric of my top.
"Though you might," he chuckles, hand traveling down to slip under my top, fingers trailing lightly across my belly. "What kind of fun did you have in mind?"
When I only answer with another wimper, he pulls me closer. "Wanna know what I think?"
I choke on a 'yes', and he chuckles again.
"You're one of those 'proper' girls," he murmurs. "Never a toe out of line, textbook goodie-two-shoe. And now you're in the big city. No one knows you."
His hand slides down, dips under the hem of my skirt. "No one here to see you like this, dressed like a slut, letting a stranger feel you up."
I moan softly as his fingers slide down my slit, feeling how wet I've gotten.
"So wet," he says, appriciative, fingers sliding along my slit, not slipping inside, just teasing. "Does this turn you on? I could finger you right here, and no one would be the wiser."
I gasp as he lets just the tip of a finger slip past my lips, so close to my clit.
"That's why you're here, isn't it? That's why you chose this place." His breathing is a little strained now, hips stuttering in a slow rythm against my ass. "Lots of dark corners for doing dark deeds."
"Yes," I manage, the almost touch of his fingers driving me wild.
"What did you want to do?" he asks, low and a little breathless. "I bet you had something in mind."
"Wanted-," I start, momentarily distracted as his finger slips a little lower, trailing through the wetness. "Wanted to meet someone, just like this. A stranger."
"Mmm, and what did you want to do with him?"
"Wanted to- to let him take me to a- a dark corner, or a back room. Or the back alley."
"Keep talking," he murmurs, fingers driwing me wild with their almost-but-not-quite touching.
"Want to be on my knees," I manage, and his breath stutters.
"Is that so?" He pushes a little harder against my ass.
"Y-yes," I stammer. "Want his fingers wrapped in my hair, my lips around his cock, sucking him, letting him fuck my face, gagging me with his cock until he spills down my throat."
It all comes out too fast, and I gasp for breath when I'm done.
"Fuck," he mumbles. The next thing I know, he's grabbing my hand.
I let him guide me through the club, down a narrow corridor and past the bathrooms until we reach a staircase. He pulls me into the dark nook under the stairs.
"On your knees," he demands, and I happily oblige.
I reach for his belt, but he growls a 'no', making quick work of that and his zipper, slinding his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, hard and leaking. I lick my lips, waiting. He roughly twines his fingers in my hair.
"Open," he growls, and I let my mouth fall open eagerly.
"Such a good slut," he praises, sending delicious shivers down my spine. "Look at you, mouth open, begging for my cock. Do you want it?"
"Yes. Please yes," I wimper, and he grins.
He teases the head over my lips, smearing precum. I wrap my lips around him, sucking softly, and he lets out a loud moan. His fingers tighten in my hair as his hips start to stutter, cock sliding in and out of my mouth, a little deeper with each thrust.
"Such a slutty little mouth," he praises, hips thrusting faster.
I let him take control, set the pace, fuck my mouth just like I told him. Above me, he swears and muttters filthy praise for just how good my mouth is, how hot I look on my knees, what a good little slut I'm being. I gag, gripping his thigs as he slides deep, my nose flush with his belly.
I can hear people in the hallway, certain that the noise will attract someone, but no one makes it to our little corner. His fingers tighten in my hair as he fucks harder, rythm eratic.
"Gonna cum," he hisses. "Gonna fill your slut mouth with my cum."
That's all the warning I get before he makes good on his promise, cock jerking, cum leaking out and running down my chin. I gag, try to swallow, struggling for breath when he finally pulls out. I lick him clean without being asked, catching the stray drops with my fingers and cleaning those off too.
The he steps back, zips his pants and he's gone, leaving me on my knees, breathless and soaking wet.
There you go. Sometimes the scene of the blow job varies, but this one usually gets me off good.