One #4
He whipped his shirt off his body and clothed me with it.
I was dizzy with desire as I thought about what the man was going to do with me.
Puzzled, I watched him bend over to grab my clothes from the bathroom floor and bundled them into his arm.
He slung my purse over his shoulder and helped me down from the counter.
“After you, love,” he nudged his chin at the door.
I sniffed his shirt, loving the scent of his cologne. “Why am I wearing your shirt?”
“So, you don't run off while I'm asleep or some shit.”
Rolling my eyes, I walked around him and headed toward the door.
I was conscious of the way my ass was bouncing around in his shirt.
I opened the door and could feel him right behind her.
The moment I stepped out into the bar, I was self-conscious about the fact that I was naked under his shirt which stopped at my thighs.
Any careless movement would have made me bare and open for everyone to see.
K roped his arm around my waist and guided me to a side door.
Letting him lead the way, my thoughts were all over the place.
I was trying to process the feelings of anxiety, excitement and insecurity that were churning my brain.
Having two kids at once had done something to my body.
I wasn't firmer than I was before I got pregnant and the insecurities were kicking my ass big time.
K made me walk in front of him when we got to the sidewalk.
The night air was cool and damp, and the slight breeze teased the hem of the shirt I was wearing, occasionally flapping it up.
I could feel the shirt bouncing against my upper thighs and knew it looked like my ass would pop out of it at any moment.
Tilting my head back, a smile curled my lips when I saw what held K's raptured gaze. “Are you looking at my ass?”
Lifting his brows, he glanced briefly at my face, smirked and then dropped his gaze back to my ass.
“Absolutely.”
His blatant admission left me stunned and I gaped at him. He looked at me again and pulled at his jeans, the car lights illuminated the hard print of his dick straining against his pants.
“I can still taste you on my tongue and each time I breathe, your scent clouds my nose.
My dick is fucking hard watching your ass sway in my shirt and knowing I can just grab you by the neck and bend you over anytime is fucking torture.
I'm thinking about your pussy getting sweaty while we walk and getting soaked with the cum from your earlier orgasm,” his voice was raspy and direct as he spoke.
“I want to smell your pussy. I want to lick it, suck it, go to sleep with my tongue spooning it. I want to make you squirt all over the sheets and lay down on it. I want to introduce you to different ways I can make you jump, weep, and go into shock from pleasure.”
Wetness slid from my pussy as I felt it pulse.
I could see the outline of his dick pushing through his jeans and my mouth pooled with saliva to have him inside.
The street was dim, but occasional set of headlights from cars flickered and made everything feel so fucking sensual.
K looked at me like he was ready to pin me to the asphalt ground and tear my ass up, and by the fast clenching of my pussy, I was afraid I might beg him to go harder.
The pulse in my neck throbbed as my breath hitched.
K grinned like he was enjoying the effect his words had on me.
He stalked forward, grabbed my hand and led us across the street.
There was tension filled silence as we walked.
I was aware of the feeling of his palm on my wrist, the way his shirt rubbed against my nipples each time I moved, making my breast leak with breast milk.
We walked into some fancy building with two guards outside and K showed them a card which they inspected before letting us inside. My jaw dropped to the floor when the first thing I saw were naked and half naked people. K nodded at a few of them, pulling me forward.
My eyes trailed to the side where a model of an office was stationed. A young woman dressed in a black pencil skirt and white shirt was sitting in a cubicle. She was staring at the computer in front of her when the lights went out, leaving her in pitch darkness.
“What’s going on?” I whispered to K.
“Wait and watch.”
The crowd gathering at the scene hushed and watched with bated breath. K held me closer, pulling my back against his chest when the lights on our side dimmed a little.
“Hello?!” the young woman at the desk stated in a shaky voice. “Is someone here? Can you please turn the light back on?”
No one answered and the light remained off.
I could hear the clicking of her heels on the floor and the flick of a switch.
The lights in her office came back on and someone seized her from behind.
My eyes widened in shock as I watched the masked man circle one arm around her waist while his other hand went around her neck.
The woman kicked her feet as she was lifted helplessly into the air.
“What the fuck is that? The burglar and the secretary?” I asked K in a voice audible enough for both of us.
He chuckled. “Possibly.”
“What the fuck.” My eyes lengthened in size as I watched the man drag the woman to her office desk.
The woman looked at his face and laughed when she recognized him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss the man hungrily.
I guess it wasn't a burglar and a secretary, but two playful lovers.
He pulled both of her arms behind her back and quickly tied it.
The efficient way he was able to loop the strip of fabric and secure her had me side eyeing every single muthafucka in this sex club.
He rolled her onto her back and dropped to his knees, straddling her.
K slipped his hand through the front of my shirt and grabbed my right boob, massaging the flesh in his palms. Biting my tongue, I arched into him and watched as the intruder raised a blade and reached out to trace the woman's face with it.
I was spellbound by his touch and the visual of the scene happening in front.
Something about being tied up and dominated resonated with my soul.
The man moved the blade over the woman's button-down shirt and sliced it off.
Soft murmurs echoed from the crowd when her titties bounced out.
The man grabbed the bouncy flesh and kneaded it.
“You like that?” K mumbled, flicking his tongue along the curve of my neck.
He slowly caressed my thigh, moving the fabric of my shirt under his hand as he tugged it upwards.
His hand made contact with the bare skin of my thigh, and I was momentarily struck by the exhibitionism of our actions.
We were not secluded from the crowd, and anyone could be watching, but I was too curious to reject what he was doing.
“Focus on the show, Lani,” K commanded, tapping his fingers against my slit.
“Watch the public show while I take my time giving you a private party. Be my naughty girl and let me make you cum in the midst of all these people. If only they knew how wet you are right now. Would you like to be bare for them to see?”
I gasped when his finger rubbed my clit.
“Want to be tied and throat fucked until you gag and vomit my cum? Would you like me to use you like a fuck toy and ruin you for all men?” His fingers glided smoothly between my pussy lips.
“Tonight, I'm going to fuck you. Cum in every hole in your body.
My cum will be in your gut, your ass, your titties.
And in the morning, I'm going to fill you up again and send you home to your husband.”
His words were like ice cold water and volcanic heat on my semi lucid consciousness.
Guilt for what I was doing tripped me and I was so embarrassed to feel myself getting wetter by his disrespectful words toward my husband.
Grabbing his arm, I shook my head desperately in silent refusal.
I didn't want to be the type of woman who stepped out on her marriage, but my body was painting me out to be a muthafucking liar.
“You must have married a wimp because your body is asking for it. Damn it, Lani. You're soaking my hand. I can literally wash my face with the amount of pussy juice you're gifting me right now,” he whispered, pushing his finger into me with slow determination. “Enjoy it, love.”
Shuddering chaotically at the thrill of unwanted pleasure that ran through my body, I squeezed my eyes shut to block everything from my view.
“No, no, no,” I whimpered, fighting to regain control of the part of me that had vowed to love the man whose ring was still on my finger.
“Yes, love. That's it,” K moved his finger with precision, timing each stroke to advance deeper into my pussy. “Open your eyes and watch the show.”
Trembling, I shook my head in objection.
I wanted to enjoy these small stolen illicit moments without any visuals.
A second finger joined the first, and he just left it there.
Wiggling around, I let out an uncomfortable sigh when he did nothing.
K chuckled lightly, letting his fingers stay dipped in my pussy.
“Please,” I breathed, unable to ignore the fast thumping of my yoni.
“Open your eyes.”