Gym slut (part 6): the second date

Orc!OC x fem!reader || dirty talk, degradation, impact play (pussy slap), groping, semi-public sex

You were in the middle of preparing dinner when Inar’s text came through. You weren’t expecting him to want to meet you, he had what he called “inferno week” and had to do double shifts to get through all the work in the hospital. You tried to be understanding and sent him motivational texts (and spicy pictures) to make it better. He thanked you profusely for all of them and promised he would text as soon as possible to schedule a date. He reminded you daily that he wanted to see you and spend time with you, and it made you kick your legs and blush every single time.

But when he told you he was finally going home you thought he would sleep it off and rest, but instead he told you to be ready in half an hour to go have dinner together. You tried not to be too excited at the fact that as soon as he was free, he wanted to spend time with you, but you were giddy. You missed spending time with him, you wanted to know him better, and you specially wanted to make sense of the blossoming feelings inside of you.

You panicked for a second before deciding to wear one of your summer dresses, it was a bit too cold outside to wear it, but the prospect of easy access to his hands made you decide. You were a bit more than eager to meet him, not only because you wanted to have another date, but because you missed the orgasms he could give you. That thought was very present in your brain as you threw your bra over your shoulder, not caring about wearing it. Your rack looked incredibly in that low cut dress, and you knew he would go crazy when he saw you. Maybe it was naughty of you to want him so bad, but you were only human… and he was a big scary monster you hadn’t been able to fuck in way too long (maybe a month wasn’t that long, but you had needs, okay?). You pulled some lacy panties on and a bit of make up and ran out the door at the same time you heard his car pulling up your driveway. Perfect timing.

You walked to the car under his stare, his eyes were so bright and focused on the way your dress moved that you knew he was thinking about tearing it to shreds and fucking you right there. You wanted him to do that, too. But he said nothing, leaning over the console and kissing your cheek, telling you how beautiful you looked. But when he started the car and you looked at his crotch, you could clearly see the big erection he was carrying, your mouth salivating at the thought of having him in you again.

You arrived at a cute restaurant that smelt delicious even from the parking lot. You were about to get out when Inar stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“Wait, I have something to ask first,” he said. You turned to look at him, but his face was blank. “You decided to wear such a slutty dress to impress me?” His tone was dark and you nodded, shyly. “Or was it to tempt me? Did you want me riled up before our dinner so I would fuck your pretty pussy after?” You moaned at his sudden words.

He was right, you wore that dress because you knew it would drive him insane, you had a whole plan in your head to tempt him until he fucked you again… But he caught you. “I- Yes. Yes to both,” you confessed.

“You are a little temptress, huh?” You blushed under his stare, looking down and playing with the edge of your dress. Inar covered your hand with his, pushing them away as he touched your knee under the hem of the dress. “Such a slutty girl, trying to tempt me into fucking her senseless…” The way he spoke about you like you weren’t even there was turning you on so much… Good lord did you miss his voice and dirty words. You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him.

“Please, Inar,” you let out under your breath, your eyes fixated on his hand running up and down your leg, not close enough, not high enough.

“What do you want?” He asked, his tone sincere and open, so different from his usual cocky self that you looked at him confused for a second.

But you caught yourself fast. “I want you to make me come,” you told him, opening your legs and pushing his hand up, until his green fingers were caressing the lace of your panties.

His voice came back to his teasing tone when he answered: “Is that so? You want me to rub your slutty pussy and make you come right here, right now? That’s very naughty of you…”

“Yes. Yes. I’m naughty, very naughty,” you agreed as his hand pushed up and up, pulling your panties to the side and rubbing your clit with his thumb. He did that for a couple minutes, never applying enough pressure to make you come.

By the time he talked again, you were ready to beg. “You are going to sit on my lap, facing forward, and I’m going to fuck your thighs until your juices are soaking my cock and you're begging me to let you come. But I don’t know if I will let you, you look so pretty when you are desperate and needy.” He manhandled you as he said, your ass over his groin as you looked forward. There was no other soul out there, but the edge of exposure drove you higher. He kept whispering profanities into your ear: “If you're a good girl I'll cum on your slutty pussy and we’ll go out like that, my cum dripping down your thighs, would you like that, slut? Would you like me to fill you up and take you out as you are still dripping?” You opened your mouth to answer, but the only thing that came out was a groan, making him laugh and force your legs open wider. “Such a slut she can’t even talk…” He rubbed your clit harshly, making your legs tremble as you groaned again.

“Please… Please…” You begged, your brain blurry. You were so aroused you couldn’t think, you couldn’t understand what was happening around you at all, you could only look to the front, rolling your hips back into his hard on.

“Please, what?” He asked, his hand groping your tits over your dress.

You were more than aware that you weren’t wearing a bra, your tits so sensitive against the fabric of the dress that you could cry of pleasure if he kept doing that. He pushed your dress down and exposing you to whoever walked by. Your pussy twitched with excitement, your exhibitionism striking again.

“Fill me, fill me, please…” You begged, covering his hand with yours, pinching your nipple as you arched your body back.

“Good girl,” he rewarded you with a kiss on your neck, stopping there to suck at your pulse point, making you whine again. And then did something you weren’t expecting, he pulled his hand back and slapped your pussy so loudly and so harshly that you cried out. He covered your mouth with his other hand, your body boneless on him. “You liked that? Of course you did, you like being spanked like a naughty slut,” he answered his own question. You whined when he did it again, the sound sinful in the car.

He manhandled you up, holding all your body weight in one hand as he took his cock out with the other. When he let you back down, you felt his shaft rubbing against your pussy and you moaned loudly. He kissed your neck again, sucking the same point as before and making you whine with need. He pushed your legs together, his cock nested between your thighs and started bouncing your body over him, successfully fucking your thighs as his big veiny orc dick rubs your clit. You are so wet that he’s drenched as you put your hand down to cover what your thighs can, squeezing the tip of his cock as he groans against your neck.

“Such a good slut for me, always so good and needy, so wet.” His voice broke at the end, making you groaned in response. The fact that you can turn him on so much drove you insane.

He bounced you for a while, one of his hands pinching your nipple, the other one pulling your hair to the side to get better access to your neck. It was the perfect combination of too much and not enough, all your senses attuned to him and what he was doing to you. His cock, his lips, his hands… You were almost at the edge when you saw the lady passing by. You weren’t sure she could see anything in the dark of the night, but the fact that she could… That was what drove you over the edge. You looked straight at her as you bounced faster, the vein at the top of his dick rubbing perfectly against your clit as he pinched your nipple forcefully, biting down on your neck at the same time. You came messily around him, soaking his dick as he kept going.

When you came down from the orgasm, he pushed you over the steering wheel, your ass up and his dick fitting perfectly between the lips of your pussy as he jerked himself off. He came all over your entrance and your clit, making such a mess that you felt gross and blissful at the same time. You were about to say something about tissues in your purse when he pulled your panties back to its place, patting your pussy until you were even messier, your panties completely drenched in your combined release.

“Good job, slut,” Inar said between labored breaths. You fell down back onto his lap and he kissed your cheek, pulling your dress up to cover your tits back again. He groped your tits a bit more, enjoying the tiny whimpers you let out. “You will have to cover that tomorrow,” he joked. You looked at the review mirror and saw the biggest hickey on your neck. You hit his arm faking annoyance, but your fingers pressed against it and you groaned

Inar helped you out of the car, laughing when you made a face when his come rubbed your sore pussy. You walked with your legs pressed together, the feeling of his release on your panties made you feel filthy, dirty… a slut.

And you loved it.

During all dinner you could only think about what you did on the car, how he came all over your pussy and pulled your panties up. How your pussy was messy and sore under the table as he talked like nothing happened… It was intoxicating and exciting.

At some point your brain came back to the date, still aware of everything happening under the table, but enjoying Inar’s company more and more. He was such a good guy you feared he would get tired of you eventually, but you were ready to spend as much time as he wanted with you. You talked and joked, and he even offered you some of his dessert, which was surprising because he ate like he was a starved man. You gladly accepted, and you shared your piece of cheesecake and his piece of red velvet, feeding the other in the dim restaurant light. It was magical.

He walked you to your door, hugging you tightly to his front as he touched the hickey on your neck and jokingly said: “I keep trying to be a gentleman with you, but you keep being a slutty human that won’t let me.” He kissed the tip of your nose as you smiled up at him, your heart so full of joy that it was scary.

“Is that bad?” You asked back, amusement coloring your tone as your hands rubbed over his pectorals.

He stopped your hands with one of his, his other hand pulling your chin up so you were looking into his eyes. “No. Not at all,” his tone was suddenly very serious. “That makes me like you even more,” he let out, a soft smile framing his tusks.

“What do you mean even more?” You asked, not daring to hope, but hoping either way.

“I want you to be my girlfriend. Officially.” Your heart was beating so fast and so hard you feared he could hear it.

“I- You- I…” You stuttered, your brain blank. You went on a total of two dates, you fucked a bunch and you were pretty sure you were falling for him, but the moment he said that could be the case, your brain short-circuited and you were left confused and scared.

“You don’t have to answer now, think about it, okay?” He kissed your temple and walked away as you stared at his back, completely confused.

Did that just happened?