She walked into the club knowing exactly what was coming. Mark had texted her two words: wear nothing underneath. So her short black dress clung to her bare tits and ass, nipples already hard from the cool air and the filthy anticipation. The second she spotted him at the bar, he snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor beside his stool.
"On your knees, whore," he said loud enough for the couple next to them to hear. Heat flooded her face, but she dropped. The floor was sticky. Her knees spread automatically.
Mark didn't even look at her right away. He kept talking to the bartender while his hand slid into her hair and yanked her face against his thigh. "This is my cum-dump," he announced to anyone listening. "She gets off on being treated like garbage. Tell them what you are."
"I'm a worthless slut who needs to be humiliated," she said, voice shaking but pussy already dripping down her inner thighs.
The bartender laughed. Mark unzipped and pulled his cock out right there. "Suck it. Show everyone how desperate you are."
She opened her mouth and took him to the back of her throat in one go. Spit ran down her chin immediately. People were watching nowphones out, whispers turning into open comments.
"Look at that eager throat," a woman said nearby.
"Bet she fucks for free," her boyfriend added.
Mark held her head and fucked her face hard, balls slapping her chin. Every thrust made wet choking sounds that carried over the music. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected her lips to his shiny cock. He slapped her cheek with it, leaving wet marks.
"Stand up. Dress off."
Her hands trembled as she peeled the dress over her head. Naked in the middle of the club, lights hitting every inch of her. Her tits bounced free, pussy visibly wet and swollen. Mark made her turn in a slow circle so everyone could see.
"Hands behind your head. Legs apart. Let them look at that used hole."
She obeyed. Someone reached out and pinched her nipple hard. Another hand slapped her ass. Mark just watched, stroking himself.
"Spread your cunt lips," he ordered. "Show them how wet you get from this shit."
Fingers trembling, she pulled her pussy open. The air hit her exposed clit. A man at the bar whistled. "Fucking dripping."
Mark pushed two fingers inside her roughly, then pulled them out and wiped them across her face. "Taste how pathetic you are."
She licked his fingers clean while the crowd laughed.
He bent her over the bar stool, ass up, face down. The wood was cold against her tits. Mark kicked her feet wider and drove his cock into her in one brutal thrust. She cried out, the stretch burning perfectly. He didn't give her time to adjustjust pounded her, hips slapping loud against her ass, making her whole body jolt.
"Look at her take it," someone said. "She's nothing but a fucktoy."
Mark grabbed her hair and yanked her head up so everyone could see her slack, drooling face. "Tell them you're my public cumrag."
"I'm your public cumrag," she gasped between thrusts. "Use me. Humiliate me."
He reached around and rubbed her clit in hard circles while he fucked her. Her orgasm built fast, shame making it sharper. When she came, her pussy clamped down and she squirted a little, wetting the floor. The crowd cheered.
Mark pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees again. "Open your mouth. Don't swallow until I say."
He stroked his cock over her face and shot thick ropes across her tongue, lips, and cheeks. Some landed in her hair. Cum dripped off her chin onto her tits. He made her hold it there, mouth open, while people took pictures.
"Swallow, slut."
She gulped it down, then licked her lips for the rest.
Mark pulled her dress back on but left it unzipped so her cum-covered tits stayed visible. He walked her out of the club like that, cum still on her face, everyone staring. In the car he made her finger herself while he drove, recounting every dirty thing they'd said about her.
By the time they got home she was begging again. He fucked her on the living room floor, calling her every filthy name until she came so hard she nearly blacked out.
Afterward he held her, stroking her hair. "Good girl," he whispered, voice soft now. "My perfect little humiliation slut."
She smiled against his chest, already thinking about next time.
