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The bass was pounding. I could feel it in my chest warring with my fluttering heartbeat. We had been out for hours, dancing and drinking. Your friends flitted into and out of the scene like butterflies. I was tired of only having some of your attention, and I had a plan.
I took you by the hand and lead you deeper into the crowd. With a song change, we started to dance and jump and grind more vigorously. I leaned in close to your ear.
“I want you to catch me and fuck me raw with that delicious cock of yours,” I said with a playful nibble at your neck.
I could tell you were surprised. There was such a crowd and you’d never seen me so bold in public before. I ran my hand up the length of your thigh and stopped directly over the bulge in your jeans. Making pointed eye contact, I kissed you hard. I turned and slipped into the crowd with an over-the-shoulder wink and a flip up of my mini skirt to show you I’d stripped off the black thong you’d expected to see. As I snaked away from you, I felt a grin creep across my face. I wanted to be hunted. Looking over my shoulder, I saw your face poking up through the clusters of dancers. I waited until our eyes locked before shooting you a wicked grin and dashing off towards the bar.
I slipped into a gaggle of young women, hiding behind their giggling backs, and ordered myself a drink. My heart pounded and I could feel myself getting wet between my thighs. The minutes crept on and I hoped I could blend in long enough to get you really irked with me. As if on queue, I felt a hand close tightly around my upper arm as my cocktail arrived.
“Oh there you are gorgeous, pay the barman for me- won’t you?” I giggled to you, knowing it would annoy you just a little more than you’d like it to.
I heard your rough exhale and you reached for your wallet reluctantly. Much to my chagrin, your grip on my arm didn’t slacken a bit. It looked like my game was coming to an end. I snuck my free hand up the back of your shirt and grazed my nails down your spine.
“Finish your drink,” you ordered.
My small sips were intentional as I tried to drag out the time. I ran my fingertips along the waistband of your jeans, dipping my fingers down as far and as sweetly as I could. As my fingers squeezed just a little lower, grazing fındıkzade escort the base of your cock, you’d had enough. Taking my glass and setting it to the side, you guided me through the crowd out towards the parking lot. As we reached the outside air, you leaned in close to my ear.
“I hope you had your fun. It’s my turn,” you said coolly.
You steered me out of the club and it was apparent that you were dead-set on getting me to the car as quickly as possible. You wanted to ruin all of my fun. We crossed the gravel parking lot, you guided me to the passenger side door. You opened the door and attempted to herd me into the seat- but that wouldn’t due. Instead of folding politely into the seat, I slid to my knees with your hand still grasping my arm. Looking up at you, I gave you my best doe eyes and pouted.
“Let me taste you before you whisk me away from the fun, pretty please?” I asked in that needy tone you tend to give into.
I felt your grasp relax just a little and used it to my advantage. Pulling my arm away, my hands flew to your zipper and started to pull. You were almost too stunned to react at all as I pulled the length of you loose and looked up at you with a hungry grin. All you could manage was to loosely cup your hand around my cheek before I started to lick and kiss your soft skin, growing more eager the harder you became. Soon enough, I was working your full length deep into my mouth, into my throat- running my tongue along the veins of your cock, swallowing feverishly to take more of you and to keep myself from drooling over my chin.
My knees were digging into the gravel giving the perfect bite of pain. I gagged myself with your cock and the dampness between my legs grew more heated. I didn’t want to wait for somewhere private, I wanted to have you there and now in the parking lot under the street lights. In those moments, it’s always as though you can read my mind. You slid your fingers into my hair and pulled me up into a deep kiss.
“Get your slutty ass in the car before I fuck it dry, do you hear me?”
A breathy “yes” was all I could manage before turning to climb into the seat. The slap you dealt to my exposed ass nearly echoed across the parking lot and aksaray escort definitely caught the attention of a group of drunk departures from the club. The drive home was quick. I don’t think you were speeding, but my head was too full of all the things I wanted to do to you- or have you do to me- to notice.
We pulled up into the drive way and I attempted to joke as I exited the car. Your patience was thin. With a snap you directed me towards the front door and you closed the space between us before I’d managed to climb the short set of steps to the porch. As I reached the top step, you wrapped an arm around my waist and spun me half way around so my stomach pressed into the railing. You flipped up my skirt with one hand and opened your fly with the other. My lust was moaned into the empty street as you fucked me there in front of our home. As you grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, your entertainment at my antics of the evening finally showed.
“My girl, you never stop surprising me. If you wanted me to show everyone how slutty you can be, I’d have eaten you there on the dance floor. But now, you just get a chance of an audience- not the main act that you wanted.”
The orgasm I had wanted for hours came closer with your teasing. I reached my hand down to my swollen pussy to feel your cock slide through my fingers as you rammed into me. Feeling your barely undone belt brush my thighs, your hand still in my hair, and the juices from my pussy soaking the front of your pants, I came hard. The stream of renewed wetness dripped down my fingers and I moved to suck the wetness from my hand. Fingers still in my mouth, I looked over my shoulder.
“Ruin me,” was all I could ask.
You didn’t need to be asked twice. You moved your hands to the top of my shirt and tore the light fabric away from me. The seams of the top pulled tight against me, reminding me of the rope you so often bound me with. I gasped as fabric pulled off my chest, leaving my tits to dangle in the space just beyond the porch railing.
You pulled your cock out of me. Taking me my the hips, you moved me back a step so my nipples pressed roughly into the wood of the rail and I was bent fully at the waist. Taking two fingers, you pressed eyüp escort into me and scooped the wetness into the palm of your hand.
“Beg,” you said as you delivered a mind-rending slap to my exposed ass.
“Ruin me, I need it. Please, I’ll do anything.”
As the words spill out of me, your hand rained down blow after blow until tears trickled down my cheeks and my breath became ragged.
“Please use me,” I whispered through the limp strands of hair falling over my face.
The blows stopped, but your fingers returned to my heated pussy. One plunged into me while another curled to press into my clit. I bucked my hips to grind into your hand, ragged moans breaking the quiet of the street. You pulled your hand away. As I groaned in frustration, I could hear you stroking your cock.
“Please, I’m so close. Please let me come.” I whine at you, fearing you’ll leave me frustrated.
Without a word, you stuffed three fingers into me. I nearly shrieked at the uncomfortable tightness before I began to buck against your hand again. You pressed your fingers down, arresting my attempted motion with an aching pang.
“You humping little whore,” you said softly.
I felt the head of your cock, slick with my wetness, press against my ass. Your large fingers inside me kept the pressure painfully firm, as if you held my entire pelvis still for the ravaging.
“I’ll ruin you.”
My ass stretched with a thrilling agony at your invasion. My mouth hung open, a moan trapped in my throat. The dizzying fullness made my mind spin. A car, headlights dazzling, rolled down the street. As you buried the full length of you inside me, your fingers began to move inside my pussy. Stroking and churning as your cock worked first slowly, but then with a growing speed into me.
My need for you was all consuming, the tension in my abdomen growing toward my inescapable climax. Your grunts gave away how close you were to your peak as well.
“Own me, please. I want to feel you come inside me,” I groaned through gritted teeth.
My legs started to quake beneath me as you pounded into me faster. Your hand reached out and grabbed on of my tits from the rail and you pinched and tugged at my nipple. I crashed over the edge of my orgasm with a spasm that would have brought me to my knees if not for your arm snaked around me. The tightening around you brought a gravely groan from you as you came.
Panting softly, you pulled out of my ass and wrapped your other arm around me. You pulled me tightly to you.
“Let’s go have a hot shower,” you whispered into my skin as you kissed my forehead.
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