Bones #2
The bitch was trying to impress me, turn me on by talking about her thong while I was wondering if the universe was sending me a goddamn sign. “I like these much better than a thong. You want to know why?”
“Umm…”
I cut her off, hitting her ass hard.
“Ouch,” she howled, this time in pain.
“So, do you want to know why I like these better?”
“Why?”
I spanked her harder than before.
She howled.
My dick twitched under her. I reached over to turn up the music out in the bar. “The answer is, yes, sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she pipped then added, “Yes, Sir, I want to know why you like these better.”
Oh, she could be taught. I had no plans of telling her the real reason, that they reminded me of Suzy.
I had another thought. Taking the top of them, I yanked them, tugging them between her ass crack like a thong.
She wasn’t wiggling now, she was writhing.
I imagined she creamed these drawers. Her bare cheeks exposed, I planned to leave my mark, but I wasn’t finished playing.
“Suzy, tell me why you were wearing these today?”
“Too look sexy,” she confessed.
“For who, Suzy? Who did you plan on letting see your panties?” I struck a bare cheek and then clutched it, feeling the heat I’d created. I loved how it felt against my hand.
“Bones, I’m married,” the woman reminded me.
Not giving a damn, I slapped her ass as hard as I could. Lifted my hand to see the red mark.
She cried out, correcting herself. “I’m married, sir.”
“I don't believe that. You don’t even wear a ring.” I hit softly again.
Slap.
“You know I don’t make tips if I wear my ring to work.”
Hard again, I let her ass have it.
The waitress yipped in pain.
“Suzy, who were you wearing these panties for?”
“No one, Sir, I swear.” Her voice screamed, she didn’t want to get hit again.
However, that wasn’t the answer I was looking for.
Smack.
“Are you positive?”
Spank.
“You. I wore them for you,” she groaned.
I caressed her ass.
She sighed lightly, enjoying my gentle touch.
Running my hands up her back and down her legs, I gave her a break. “I thought.”
Spank.
“I thought I made myself clear.”
Slap.
“You are to refer to me as, Sir.”
Smack.
“I'm sorry, Sir,” she moaned.
"I'm sorry too, Suzy. I'm afraid as part of your punishment, I’ll have to confiscate your panties.”
“Please, Sir,” she crooned.
Fuck, I’d have to remember this one for next time. My rock-hard cock stabbed at her through my jeans. I hooked my fingers around the white lace and carefully tugged them down around her ankles. I’d leave them there for the time being. Her ass looked nothing like Suzy’s, but I had hers in my head.
“Now, I’ve taken your panties, what do you say?”
She had no idea what I was looking for. She didn't answer right away. I hit her naked ass, watching it jiggle. “Don’t you feel like a little cum tart?”
Spank.
“With no panties on?”
Spank.
“On my lap?”
“Yes, I feel like a cum tart.”
“What do you feel Suzy? When you don't have panties on, on my lap. What are you?” I tore my arm back and let it rip. I set her ass a blaze, leaving a huge red hand on it.
It’s like I could hear the tears forming in her eyes. "I...I... I’m your cum tart, Sir.”
“Are you really my cum tart, Suzy?" I asked, my voice strong.
“Yes, Sir,” she barked out like this was basic training. In a way, it was.
“You’re a cum tart alright, but I’ve seen no proof you’re my cum tart.”
Spank.
“How do I prove it, Sir?”
We were getting to that. I slid my finger down her ass crack, down into her pussy.
Soaking wet, her pussy didn’t compare to Suzy’s, but it’d have to do.
But I gave her no pleasure. Suddenly, I wanted to taste Suzy’s pussy.
I pulled my finger out of her and slapped her ass. I was done toying with her.
“Stand up and bend over. Grab your ankles,” I told her. After all, this office was tiny. A big man like me barely had room to move around.
She stood. “How are you going to fuck me, let alone stand up with that bum leg?” She asked with attitude.
“Oh, I can stand.” A little gunshot wound didn’t bother me. Putting most of my weight on my good leg, I stood and unzipped my pants. I pulled my erection out. “Now, are you going to bend over, or do you need to be punished again?”
The waitress bent way down and wrapped her hands around her ankles. I started the video of Suzy again.
“Are you ready to be my little cum tart, Suzy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You can start by sucking this cock.”
The woman looked between her legs. “How on earth am I supposed to reach it in this position?”
I hit her ass.
“Sir.”
“Let go of them ankles,” I instructed the girl. Grabbing her thighs, I lifted her into a handstand. Then I took her by the waist and lifted her whole body, so her pussy was right up to my mouth. Her knees rested on my shoulders. I took a whiff, imagining Suzy’s sweet-smelling snatch.
“Can you get to it now?” I asked her, since she hadn’t started sucking, yet.
I zoomed into the video this time, so I couldn’t see Cowboy at all. As I ate this pussy, all I thought about was Suzy. Soon, I came down this woman’s throat.
When I sat her down, she asked, “What in the hell was that?” Her face was all red, from the blood rushing to it. That was part of the appeal.
“What, a vertical sixty-nine? You’ve never done one?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
Men in this town were severely lacking, making things way too easy for me.
“How about anal? You take a dick up the ass?”
She nodded.
I played the video again, telling her, “Bend back over and grab those ankles.”