We meet at the bar. My dress is so tight, you see there’s nothing underneath. I’m wearing red lipstick. I want you to know that if I kiss you, you’re a marked man. Everyone will know you’re mine. Our conversations flow, but you can’t focus. You keep staring at my lips. The red taunting you. As we’re talking you’re moving closer, I can see your pupils large. You want me so badly. I give you a cheeky smile. “I’ll be right back,” I say, giving you a wink as I walk away. I know you’re staring at my arse.
As I come out of the bathroom, I find myself cornered by you. You push me back into the bathroom and against the door, locking it behind me. You pin me against the door, holding my hands down. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” you say. You start kissing me, everywhere but my lips. You don’t let me kiss you back. When I try to kiss you, you pull back my hair, look me in the eyes and tell me “That’s what you get for being so impertinent.” You force me to turn, my back arching. You can see my body is begging to be taken. Before I can protest, you cuff me to the handrail on the wall. You’re touching my body, running your hands up my legs. You don’t need to touch my clit to know I’m wet.
You run your hands over my breasts, feeling the hard nipples, as I quiver at your touch. You start kissing my neck, as I let out a moan. My back arches as I press my arse into you. Suddenly you’re biting my neck, and you suck hard. I gasp. “Now, everyone will know that you’re mine,” you whisper in my ear. Your hands, still on my breasts are pulling at my nipples now; twisting them, teasing them. They make their way down my body, clutching at every curve along the way. You pull up my dress. I try and resist my pushing my knees together. My back arches as I attempt to grind against you. I’m hoping if I can get you horny enough, you’ll release me, and I can take back control. But you don’t fall for it, forcing your fingers between my legs, gently stroking outside my vulva.
“Please,” I’m begging “just take me...” Your fingers are running across my vulva, as my legs open. I want you so badly, I’m not even pretending to resist anymore. You spread the lips and feel my clitoris hard to the touch, your other hand still on my breast, playing with my nipples.
“Not just yet,” you reply.
I’m moaning, you’re increasing the pressure and pace and feel my leg shaking as I’m close to orgasm. My moans grow louder as I’m cumming, but before we can be heard, you force your fingers into my mouth. “Shhhh,” you tell me, “you don’t want to be caught do you now?” The realisation that we’re in public causes a visible flash of terror in my eyes. But before I can react further, you press into me from behind, and I gasp in relief as I feel you fill me up. You’re fucking me with increasing fervour, using me for your own pleasure. You pull my hair back, as you kiss my neck with desperation as you approach orgasm. My back arches, as I moan in satisfaction, but before I can get too loud you force your fingers into my mouth once again. You’re thrusting into me, deeply, with increasing pace. I feel the tension in your body as you reach climax. Once you’ve finished, you pull my dress back down and uncuff me. As I turn around you see my cheeks flush, my hair messed but my lipstick still fully intact.
