Conflict of control (closed)

Patrick smiled when he saw the dump that Alice picked. He shouldn't have been too surprised, because she would never pick a place where there was a chance that anyone would even remotely recognize her. He was a little disappointed, though. He was hoping that they would have had a good time dancing tonight, but in hot his place, that was out of the question.

He decided that they would sit at the bar. Hg took her arm and led her to two stools at the center of he he bar. He sat her down and then moved onto a stool himself. He called the bartender over. "Do you believe that this beautiful woman got dressed up for a night on the town, with the opportunity to go to any club she wanted to, and she chose your fine establishment? This place must have a special place in her heart. After all, look how good she looks in the sexy outfit she is wearing. So, barkeep, get the lady whatever she would like to drink. I will have a shot of tequila."
 
Alice blushed as the eyes of the barkeep went over her 'dress', feeling very out of her element. She also had the idea some of the other men around had already noticed her and were watching. There was a nervous shiver in her voice as she ordered her drink. At least they were in public so she hoped Patrick would behave
 
Patrick took his shot of tequila and downed it, followed by the lime. He turned to Alice, and smiled at her. "I have to tell you something. For the bitch that you are, you clean up really well. You look real fucking hot tonight. However, you have to explain to me why you would choose this place over all of the other places in town. What is so special about this establishment? I have an idea of what it is, but I want to hear it from you." With that, he placed his hand on her knee and slid the material up her thigh.
 
Alice looked at him but did the smart thing: telling him the truth.

- "I have always know that my husband looks at younger things more than at me, so when I need some I go here to pick up men I don't know. I like this place best because no one really comes here for the drinks or the atmosphere. People just come here for an easy hook up. And no one knows who I am or where I am from."

She was a bit nervous as Patrick moved the night gown up, the split being revealing enough that some men might very well get a peek at her panties.
 
"So, when you are in need of a good fuck, you come here? Is that why you chose this place tonight, because you need a good fuck? You came to this sleazy place dressed like you are, so, there is no doubt what you wanted tonight. Maybe I should pick who you are going to fuck tonight." Patrick looked around the bar. He picked the dirtiest guy in the spot. "Maybe you should fuck that guy in the flannel jacket. He is just nasty enough that nobody you associate with would ever know about you and him....well, except for me." He slid the nightgown higher...exposing her panties.
 
- "No... I... I just wanted a place no one knows me..."

Alice said and grew only more nervous and pale as Patrick continued talking. She looked over at the guy he pointed out and then down to his hand sliding up the nightgown. She absolutely was out of her element
 
"Well, trust me.... you are getting fucked tonight. There is no doubt about that. The one thing that you can have control over is who you want to get fucked by. That is the one thing that you can determine. Just know, your little cunt is going to receive some cock tonight." He smiled at her as he let his fingers brush over her inner thigh. "I am going to the facilities. I expect you to have a decision by the time I get back."
 
The restroom of the men even held a condom machine, so it was very clear that even the owners knew why people came here. While Patrick was gone, Alice looked nervously around. It was a bit too early for 'normal' hook ups and there were only a few people around.

The disgusting figure Patrick had pointed out earlier was quickly dismissed by her. She wouldn't fuck him if he was the last guy on earth. There were two black men... also not something she indulged herself with. Black men always scared her a bit. The other men around weren't much better sadly. The only guy that seemed a bit interesting, was already in conversation with the only other woman present.
 
Patrick took his time in the restroom. After washing his hands he exited and slowly walked back to the bar. He sat down next to Alice and let his hand brush her breast. "So, who will it be? Not exactly a great crop to choose from." He smiled at her. "Maybe I should just leave you here and let you get a ride home. Kinda makes you wish you were nicer to me....doesn't it?"
 
Alice grinned at his words and nodded.

- "You are very right, I should be nicer to you. Yes, I have decided which guy I want to fuck me... It is you."

She answered him, since truth be told, he was the best pick present right now and she figured he would fuck her anyway today.
 
Patrick did not make eye contact with Alice. He ordered another drink, and slowly sipped it...... saying nothing to her. After several minutes, when his drink was finished, Patrick looked at her. "I didn't realize that I was one of the choices that you were given. I brought you here because you chose this place. Maybe I need to pick the guy for you to fuck." He smiled at her and looked in the direction of the creepy guy.
 
The silence of Patrick was very annoying to Alice and when he spoke it wasn't much better.

- "You told me to pick who was going to fuck me, I have. And you are one of the guys at this pub."

Perhaps she should have done the smart thing and just quickly pick someone else, but she stuck to her decision. Picking him had been humiliating enough.
 
Patrick leaned over and placed his hand behind her head. He grabbed her firmly and pulled her close to him. "Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? Don't you dare get a fucking attitude with me or I will make sure that you get fucked by every guy in this place.....repeatedly."

After Patrick was finished talking to her, he released her head and placed his hand on her thigh...sliding her skirt even higher. His fingers slid over her inner thighs. He took another drink. "Go home and send the babysitter home. I will be ten minutes behind you. Be ready for a long night of fucking, slut."
 
Alice swallowed, clearly afraid he would follow up on his threat and quickly left the bar when he told her to. Part of her feared he would pick a guy and bring the man over to her house as well, she maybe even expected it a bit perhaps.

At home she told Sandra to go, who seemed somewhat disappointed she didn't get to 'see' Patrick again. At the same time the girl seemed too amused by the look on Alice's face so she went without arguing.
 
Patrick had another drink before leaving the dive of a bar that she had chosen. He would make her pay for choosing such a dump. He drove slowly to her house. He wanted her to agonize over what he was going to do. He wanted to have her spend time thinking about what she thought he had in mind for her. When he got to her house, he walked to the door and rang the doorbell. He knew that the walk to the door would be painful for her.
 
Even though she hated it, Alice made sure to arrive at the door quickly. She didn't want to piss off Patrick further after all. As she opened the door, her eyes scanned the surroundings to see if he was alone and was happy when he seemed to be and quickly stepped aside to let him in.

- "Sandra is gone for the night."

She told him
 
He walked in without saying a word. He waited until she closed the door and came into the living room. When she got there, he reached out and ripped the nightgown from her body. He smiled at her and then allowed his eyes to move over her naked body. "Now, that is much better. I must admit, you have a nice body, and I plan on spending hours enjoying it tonight. I know you will enjoy being used, too."
 
While she hated the situation, Alice clearly enjoyed the compliment. She was convinced her body could easily compete with that of younger women, even when her husband seemed to prefer them. The house felt cold and the effect on her sensitive nipples was very visible.

She planned to follow Patrick's instructions to the letter, since she knew she had pushed her luck on more than one occasion since the 'change' of control.
 
Patrick's eyes roamed over Alice's body. He watched her nipples harden, and he smiled. His hands reached out and firmly grabbed her breasts. He caressed them as he looked into Alice's eyes....rolling her erect nipples between his fingers. He knew that she was having a difficult time giving up control, but he was going to make certain that she relinquished it completely, and enjoyed doing so.
 
Alice held back a whimper as Patrick played with her sensitive nipples and after a bit her right nipple surrendered a little bit of milk. It was very embarrassing, but she had no shred of control over it. She blushed but didn't ask him to stop what he was doing.
 
Patrick continued to look into her eyes. He smiled at her. "You like me playing with your tits, don't you. You love the attention I am giving you. Your husband doesn't pay any attention to you...all he wants to do with you is fuck you quick and get off. The guys you pick up in that piece of shit bar don't pay attention to you like I do....they just want to fuck some rich piece of ass....you are just a conquest to them. You love the attention you are getting from me. You can't deny it."
 
She could easily deny it, but naturally she didn't do so.

- "Ye.. es, I love what you do with me... to me... I am so aroused and need you..."

She noticed the milk that had spilled over his fingers and blushed. She would be happy when her breasts stopped producing so much milk and were less sensitive again.
 
Patrick continued to smile at Alice. He knew she was just saying that because she knew that he was in control. Soon, she would say yes because she wanted his cock again and again. He looked down at her milk dripping over his fingers as he massaged her tits hard. "I know that you didn't really mean that. You wait and see... Soon you will beg for me to please you."
 
Alice moaned as Patrick kept toying with her sensitive breasts. It was arousing her highly, even when she didn't want it to. At the same time she knew she was going to get fucked and being aroused would help her.

- "Please... give it to me... I need it..."
 
Patrick looked at her and the way she was acting. He was going to make her want. "Go feed your baby. Do not get dressed. Feed him and make sure his belly is full because you are going to be very busy for the remainder of the night. Maybe I should have told you to keep the babysitter here. She could have taken care of the baby, and I could have let her join the fun."
 
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