My hottest dress

You told me to put on my hottest dress, that you were taking me out for a night out on the town. I spent almost two hours getting ready, perfecting my make-up, choosing my jewelry, sweeping my hair into an up-do, putting on my highest heels. When I was all ready to go I came out to show you. You took one look at me and you winked.



“I need your pussy now, babe.” You walked over to me and pulled my hot little sequined dress up and stuck your cock right into my pussy. “No panties, slut? Perfect for my horny cock, right babe?”

“Yes, sir!” I said and I loved the way your cock pounded into me. It was fully hard. You pulled my tits out of my dress and my bra and fondled them as you fucked me. You started out slow but within minutes you were fucking me at a feverish pace. I began to climax, my pussy milking the cum out of your cock.



My orgasm set yours into motion and you pulled your cock out of me and commanded me to get on my knees in front of you.

You began to squirt your fresh cum all over my face. You were completely ruining the make-up that I had taken over 30 minutes to perfect. You knew what you were doing, you were showing me your dominance, showing me who was the boss. When you were done you smiled at me.

“I guess you’ll need to re-do your makeup, slut!” You smiled, satisfied with yourself. You had ruined me.

I was fuming but I knew better than to say anything. Instead I slunk off to the bathroom to see if any of my make-up was salvageable but when I looked in the mirror I could see you had gotten cum in my hair and that my make-up was completely ruined. As I fixed myself up again I prayed that this time we would make it out the door before you ruined my face again.