I hook the coat on the back of a chair and fish in the pocket for a few banknotes to buy some drinks. Shots of vodka and bottles of beer. You tell me about your day and I mostly just listen. We pretend we're looking round the bar while we talk, but I'm pretty sure we're really just watching each other.
When you finish your beer you say you're going to the bathroom, and you give me a bright little smile that makes your eyes shine. I know you're thinking of getting your hands on me. I let you walk ahead while I finish my beer then I make my way over to the ladies bathroom.
The floors are shiny with black marble tiles and the taps over the wash basins are polished and golden. I'm barely in for a second before you grab me and drag me into one of the three stalls. You bolt the door behind us and then lean back on it. We stand and face each other in the close confines of the cubicle. I can see you're a little nervous but excited at the same time. I watch you without moving. I know what you want, you dragged me in here, and you're going to have to follow that up with something.
"Turn around."
I keep my eye on your for a moment, judging your confidence. You don't flinch; you don't repeat yourself; you just wait. I turn slowly and face the back wall. Now that I can't see you my imagination starts running wild. I wonder what you're doing. I wonder if you might touch me. I hear your feet move on the marble tiles. I'm sure you're up so close behind me I expect to feel it, but you don't touch. I enjoy the tension, the anticipation. I'm sure you want to touch me. I wonder if you're waiting because you're nervous or just because you like to keep me in suspense. I want you to touch me. I'm half tempted to say it, but this is your lead, so I just wait.
"Put your hands on the wall."
I lean forward and put my hands on the wall, the tiles there are smooth and cold. My ass feels dangerously exposed and I arch my back slightly, tempting you to touch. But you don't. I hear your shoes on the tiles again as you move slightly. Then you deftly pick up the material of the hem of my dress and pull it right up, leaving it hanging from my waist. I can feel the cool air on my ass and the lower part of my back. I know that all that's between you and me now is the thin little black strip of my panties. I find myself hoping you pull them off me before I get them too wet to wear.
As if hearing my thoughts you hook your nails into the panties at the hips and pull them down. My legs are parted enough that they only get halfway down my thighs before they pull tight. I arch my back further, pushing my ass out towards you. I want you to touch. I want your fingers on me. I want your mouth on me. Anything. I just want you touching me. My naked pussy is right in front of you and I can hear you breathing.
I wonder if you're touching yourself. The thought makes me even hornier. I imagine you are standing behind me with your hand up under your skirt, rubbing your finger on your panties while you watch me all exposed in front of you.
Then you touch me. Your hand cups up between my legs with a firm confidence that makes me gasp. At once you press your finger into me and I push back against your hand. You are ruthless. You push straight in deep as far as your finger will reach and I find my breath catches in my throat and I can't even cry out. Then you're fucking me with your hand, two fingers thrust in and out so quick I can feel my heels skimming on the marble floor. I lower my head and push my arms against the wall, curling my toes in my shoes and just hoping I don't fall.
The main door opens and the sound from the bar floods into the bathroom. You pause, listening, your fingers still inside me. Someone else enters, her shoes clicking across the floor and I hear the door swing shut behind her. I wiggle my ass, pushing slightly against your fingers and whisper.
"Don't stop."
You start moving your hand again, slowly at first. The other woman moves into the stall next to ours and I hear the latch slide closed on the door. Your fingers are speeding up, pushing hard again. I bite my lip and keep my moans in my throat. I can hear other woman pissing. She must be sitting with her panties round her ankles just a few inches from us.
You shove me harder, fucking me roughly so that your hand slaps my ass with each thrust. My legs are trembling and I can hear my heels tapping irregularly on the floor like some tin drummer having an epileptic fit. I lean further forward, my forearms resting vertically on the wall, my elbows banging against the tiles. I can't help but let out a little noise. I thought it would be a moan but it turned out more like a growl once it escaped my throat.
The girl next door must be able to hear us. I wonder if she realizes that I'm being fucked by a girl or if in her imagination there's a man loose in the ladies bathroom. At least she's stopped pissing. I think she's just sitting there listening.
You push your thumb between the cheeks of my ass and rock hard against me like you're trying to lift me off my feet using my pussy as a handhold. You put your other hand right under, your palm on my clit and your fingers hooking up towards my stomach. I want to cum. I want it so bad that I can't even form the words to tell you. My hands are grabbing uselessly against the wall and my legs are shaking. I think I might fall. I might just topple down against the toilet. Would you lean down and continue to fuck me if I fell? I can't take the risk, I want to cum so bad.
She's still listening to us. I'd give her something to listen to if I could find my voice. Instead I just twitch against you. You rub me hard with one hand while you penetrate me with the other. I want to taste your pussy. I want my mouth on you. I want my hands on your breasts, between your legs. I want my finger up your ass. Mostly I just want to cum.
I want to take a hand off the wall so I can grab my breasts and press them hard against my ribs. I want your fingers round my throat. I want to scream bloody murder and spit between my teeth. I want to shove myself so hard against your hand that I sprain your wrist.
The orgasm hits me like an atom bomb; a deep hot glow that spreads and almost at once consumes my whole body in flame. I feel like a shell of tender skin around a fireball that threatens to consume me. You must feel me cum because you stop thrusting and press your hand firmly against me, holding it steady while I burn.
My legs are so shaky that I have to remain leaning on the wall even after you withdraw you hand. After a few moments of catching my balance I manage to stand up. My dress falls back down to my thighs. I can feel my cheeks and throat flushed and sweet and I'm sure that I'll be glowing cherry red.
I turn to face you and you press your wet fingers against my lips. I kiss them and take them into my mouth. I can taste my own pussy on your fingers. My breath is still unsteady, my lips tremble against your hand. You lick your lips and smile. I want to kiss you but I don't trust myself to move just yet.
The lady in the stall next door flushes and makes her way quickly to the wash basins. I grin.
"I reckon you fucked me so good that you got her off too."
You grin back like you know you did.
Once the other lady has left you unlock the door and go to wash your hands. I stay in the stall and clean myself up a bit before pulling my panties up. I go out to the wash basin and I splash a little water on my face and fix my hair. Then I straighten my dress and follow you back out into the bar.
The End.
My Dirty Little Pervert
We're lying in bed, two feminine forms intertwined, but I feel more for her than I have for all my other friends. She's sweating from the warmth. I can smell her; she smells like horny. She's lying beside me, soft, warm, and naked; she is mine already although she doesn't know it yet. I have my hand around her slender waist and our breasts are almost touching with the soft rise and fall of our innocent, fragile bodies. Only, she doesn't make me feel fragile, like men do. She makes me want to fuck her so hard she screams. She makes me want to play with her soft and sensitive body so she quivers beneath my touch. There's a satisfaction I've always been given but now I'll take.
She says my name and I realize I've been digging my nails into her love handles. I apologize but she says that it's okay. She smiles at me delicately, almost afraid of
me. My hand moves down from her waist to her ass which I graze lightly and I feel her heart racing. She says my name again but I don't stop. I reach between her legs and she gasps.
"what are you doing? Stop!" she cries, her voice is girly and innocent sounding. Her pussy is warm and wet, practically dripping.
"Well, well, aren't you a naughty girl?" I tease her. Her hands reach down to stop me but I'm stronger than her.
"Naughty girl, if you want me inside of you, you have to ask." I taunt her again. I want to fuck her so badly. It's my first time touching any pussy but my own. I play with her clit and smile as she resists meekly.
Now I slide my fingers inside of her and, pressing her insides, lie her on her back with her legs spread for me. I tie her legs down and slap her pussy so she squeals. I put on my double strap on inside myself and get between her legs. I slide in and out of her, my hips rubbing against her soft fleshy thighs. I steal a kiss and her lips are so soft against mine I can't help but bite them. Her hands reach around my face and she continues to kiss me, her lower lips slightly swollen. She's giving in to me but I don't want her to, I want to take her innocence. I remove her weak hands from my face and hold them down to the bed and fuck her harder. I slide in and out as fast as I can. My tits are bouncing with the impact of each thrust. She's looking fearfully into my eyes and I smack her in the face with my tits. Then I let her suck on my hard, sensitive nipple and I rub my breast against her face. The one breast can cover her entire face and I laugh at how small and delicate she is.
I move her to the end of the bed with her legs in the air so I can fuck her deeper, as deep as I can shove myself inside her but it isn't enough. She's not screaming loudly enough. I untie her and roll her onto her front and she lifts her ass for me. She begs me to fuck her. I slap her tiny tight ass so hard she falls back onto her front. I spread her legs and penetrate her again. I lift her ass up and play with her clit so she moans uncontrollably and breathes heavily. When I can feel she's about to come I spread her ass cheeks and spit on her ass hole. I stick my finger in her tight little hole, covered in my spit, and she screams. Her screams bring the biggest smile to my face.
I've done it, I've taken all her dignity and transformed her into my toy. I pull my strap on out of her pussy and with the hand that's fucking her ass, I push her back and forth against it. With my other hand I choke her delicate neck. Then I let her breathe and stick my fingers in her mouth so she chokes on them and her spit drips everywhere.
She begs me to fill her and although I know she means her pussy I stick more fingers in her ass until I' m filling her ass with my fist and leaving her pussy empty as she rubs against my toy cock. She's screaming; I play with the inside of her mouth with one hand and the inside of her ass with the other. I want to see her pitiful teary-eyed face so I pull her hair to get her to sit against the wall and I shove my cock inside her mouth. I fuck her face as she chokes and cries. She plays with my clit and sucks desperately. I look at her cute little body all used and violated. I stare into her foolishly loving and trusting eyes as I fuck her face against the wall. She makes me come so hard I shake and my juices drip down her face.
I kiss her beautiful, sweaty body all over and praise her so she blushes. Her blushes inspire me again and I slap her face. "You're a bad girl, a very naughty, dirty girl!" I yell at her and turn her around. I spank her but I don't let her fall. I hold her and spank her again and again until her ass is red and there is a raised hand print on it.
"Why am I punishing you, slut?" I ask her angrily, my hand threatening to spank her again if she doesn't answer.
"Because I'm a bad girl. Please, I beg forgiveness." She cries.
"You're a dirty pervert, you know that?" I smile at her and she cries. Now I play with her clit with one hand and finger her little pussy with the other until she comes for me and I spank her a final time.
"You're my dirty little pervert now." I whisper in her ear.
"Thank you, master," she whispers, still throbbing with pleasure.
The End.
His Property
I gripped onto the arm rest of my chair as the airplane started to land. Millions of butterflies fluttered in my stomach making me uneasy. I was really nervous for who was waiting for me at the end of the boarding tunnel.
The old lady sitting next to me looked at me calmly.
"Are you all right child? There is nothing to be afraid of."
Nodding my head I reply
"I know."
The lady didn't know that I had everything to be scared of. What if he didn't like me because of my appearance. My long black hair, my big brown bambi eyes. I always thought of rejection first before I met someone. Rejection has always been a fear of mine. Always have, always will be.
I have never met Sam in real life before, so of course I was very nervous. Our relationship started off when we first met online.
I use to be a lady. Went to church, volunteer at local schools, help old people in the hospital, dressed well, and I'm a virgin.
For a nineteen year old girl I sure had a lot of strange thoughts of being sexually used. Having a master and having him use me whenever he wanted and to use me for his own pleasure. That's how I clicked with Sam.
He always mentioned what really turned him on. Then something in me burst and I wanted to know more, I wanted to know everything. Soon things became more serious and we made talking online a daily routine. Then one day he had the idea of me coming to visit him. I absolutely had no choice but to agree with him. I would fly over there for two weeks and if I wanted I could live there with him.
And now as those two weeks began I grabbed my carry on and started to board off the plane. The old lady right next to me.
Almost reaching the end of the boarding tunnel I stopped and gripped the railing tight. The lady stopped and looked at me.
"What's wrong girl?"
"Nothing," I whispered
Smiling the lady touched my forearm
"Meeting someone darling?"
Nodding my head I smiled
"Yes... I think I'm okay now."
We continued walking until we reached the gate. We broke apart and she smiled waving goodbye to me. Following the signs to the baggage claim I feel strong arms wrap around my waist.
I immediately got stiff. The strong arms turned me around and I was face to face with a gorgeous man about the age of twenty. His arms were around my waist as my cheeks flushed a bright scarlet. I put my hands against his chest for a moment.
I felt two fingers on my chin and I quickly looked up starring into his green eyes. When he kissed me I immediately melted into his arms. I was breathless when we finally pulled away. He took my hand and laced our fingers together as we began to walk.
"So Bree did you have a nice flight?"
"Yeah." Was all I simply said.
"That's good."
He looked me up and down then continued to look forward. I immediately felt like I wasn't good enough.
"You look beautiful Bree."
My cheeks felt hot as we approached the baggage claim. It wasn't hard to find my luggage. Mine was a bright orange one.
Sam carried it all the way to his car which was in a far away parking space where I saw no one else. He put it in the trunk and I looked at how tinted his windows were.
"Get in the back."
"But aren't we suppose to go to your pl-"
"We're not going home just yet Bree. Now don't ever question me." he answered me coldly.
"I'm sorry." was all I said as I got into the back Sam following right behind me. I felt my panties get slightly wet.
"Do you trust me Bree? Do you trust your master?"
I nod my head
"Answer me when I ask you a question."
"Yes sir I trust you."
"Good girl, now close your eyes."
I did as told without even thinking. I felt as he took my hand.
"Not peeking are you?"
"No sir." answering honestly my eyes were s
hut tight
"Good girl."
I felt as he took my hand and made me hold something big and hard.
"You may now open."
Opening my eyes I see he has put my hand on his big hard dick. I admired at how big it was.
"Remember how you told me you always wanted to do something sexual in the car Bree?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes my master."
Smiling Sam kisses my forehead. "That's my good girl."
He allowed me to call him Sam in public but when we were somewhere private I had to address him by Sir or Master.
"Now Bree what would you like to do with my big hard dick?"
"Mmm, suck it..." I bit my bottom lip feeling my dress ride up my ass exposing my pink lace thong.
"Open your mouth."
I did as I was told and opened looking up at him innocently. Without hesitation he put his dick in my mouth. It didn't take long for me to close my lips around it and began sucking his cock. His dick was sweet and it made me crave him even more.
He started thrusting his cock into my mouth gripping my hair in the back to steady my head. My mouth was filled with him as I heard him moan softly as I started to suck his big fat cock hungrily. He pushed my head all the way filling my throat with his big dick. I was struggling to breath, I started to gag then I felt a good warm liquid fill my mouth. He took his dick out of my mouth and sat up as I gulp down some of his sweetness.
"I never said you could swallow it yet bitch. Now show me."
His hand grabbed my chin roughly. I opened my mouth showing him his delicious white sweetness in my mouth.
"Good girl now you may swallow it."
With two gulps I swallowed the rest of his cum and moaned.
"Now Bree do you like sucking my big cock?"
"Mmm yes sir." I moaned out
"I bet you do. Now clean me off."
I hungrily went for his dick licking off all his cum. I heard him moan and I smiled knowing I have pleased my master. When I was done he commanded me to put it back and I did as I was told. He pulled me to him kissing me with much passion.
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