Max gave in. She opened her legs wider, begged for more as wave after wave of extraordinary feeling coursed through her. The woman slammed into her, thighs pressed against the back of Max’s. It drove her utterly insane with pleasure. The sounds her partner was making—deep groans—heightened her own pleasure. She didn’t care that she was panting and moaning loudly. She didn’t care that she was being fucked hard by a complete stranger in a room full of strangers. This was years in the making, and she wanted it all.

On the brink and ready to spill over, she asked, “Can I rub my clit?”

The woman replied with a sharp “Yes.”

Max moved her right hand from the wall and pressed her middle finger against her unbelievably swollen clit. It was almost too sensitive, and she pulled back slightly. It took a minute to find the right spot, the right angle, but when she did… Oh God… So good.

Her partner slammed into her, her groans intensifying as her thrusts became erratic. She was close. Max continued working her clit; she wasn’t far off herself. With a couple more deep thrusts, her partner came. Her cries were loud in the air around them, and that was all Max needed to tip her over the edge.

Her climax was hard and sharp and blinding. A scream wrenched from her throat as her body melted into a quivering mess. Her knees gave out, and the woman chuckled and caught her. She held her up as Max laughed and caught her breath, revelling in her afterglow.

Once she could breathe normally and hold her own weight, she eased herself off the dildo and stood up fully. Leaning forwards against the wall, she gave her leg muscles a few more moments to wake up. The woman zipped up behind her and then passed Max’s jeans and underwear to her.

“Thanks,” Max said, turning to face her after she slipped into her clothes.

The woman smiled and leaned in for a kiss. She tasted of beer and cigarettes, and Max could not have cared less.

“See you,” said the woman with a wink, and she walked off towards the bathrooms.

Max leaned back against the wall, her breathing still unsteady. She couldn’t decide what she’d liked most about that experience—the actual fuck or the hint of dominance that had tinged the proceedings. She’d fantasised about it often enough and read some very erotic short stories that had got her soaking wet. Experiencing even just a hint of it, though, had sent her mind reeling.