I'm walking up to you, claret high heels clicking, I'm dressed in a fitted white shirt and a tight charcoal pencil skirt, steps echoing as you're leant up against the counter. I nonchalantly, put my hand into your pocket.
Everyone looks on, a little shocked at the liberties I'm taking with you, wondering who I am. I look like I'm rummaging in your pocket for something..
My cool fingers weave their way into the hole in the pocket until they reach the tip of your rigid cock. They feel icy and you suppress a shiver from the touch, your body stands rigid like your cock.
Can you feel my nails close in around the tip and dig into the delicate skin? And then the flat of one finger, warming up to the heat of your cock, making small circles with the beads of precum sitting at the keyhole.
you keep thinking of the fact that I would use you as my toy... standing rigid as I approach. Intimidated and frightened - wondering what I will make you do
I'm teasing and tormenting you in plain sight of everyone and your face is flushed, expression strained as you struggle to contain your moans.
I lean closer, you can feel me inhaling your scent mixed with the cologne and whisper breathlessly "baby want to play? let's go somewhere a little more private - where's the nearest place?"
"in the stairwell of the loft ..."you breathe thickly, "Let's go" I instruct, smiling slyly
I turn and begin to walk with you following close behind, only the sound of my heels can be heard and our breathing.
Everyone else continues with what they were doing before my interruption but cast sideway glances of curiosity at our departing backs.
We make it to the stairwell in the loft by the window and you turn to ask me a question.
Before you get a chance to speak you feel my mouth on yours, kissing you deeply, tongue probing and tangling with yours.
I grab both of your hands in mine and slam them back, one to each side of your face onto the window with a resounding thump.
The shock keeps your hands up as though you were surrendering to me as my hands tear at your shirt to breathe in your scent tracing the line from your chin down to your breastbone, switching between hard bites and kisses.
"Did you try to forget me like I asked you to?" I whisper, "I tried..." you answer
"So I saw, you were undressing those models with your eyes - saw anything you liked?" I question...your reply begins but is never voiced as you feel my hand travel round your waist and then a sharp pain as I roughly insert a plug into you.
The pain shocks you and you thrust your hips towards me - "such a bad slut" I whisper huskily. I watch you bite your lip as you suppress a moan.
I push your hips back onto the window so that your fully impaled, you throw your head back in response. My excitement rises even further and I pull your cock out of your pants. "Want to taste.."is all I can say, language overwritten by lust for you.
I grip the shaft tightly and pump long and hard, making the precum spill over. I catch this with my fingers and coat my tongue, "mmmhh" I moan quietly and thrust my tongue into your mouth to feed the cum to you.
"Want" I murmur, elegant speech reduced to carnal lust,
I move to lean against the window and pull you into me, hooking my thigh at your hip.
We echo each others moans and I grip your hair to tug your face towards mine kissing you once again, my moans vibrating into your mouth.
I can feel you pulse inside me as you throb with need for release....you instinctively lift up my thigh on your hip, supporting it on your arm as you thrust into me.
I pull your body towards mine and your face is resting at the nape of my neck so that you're as close to me as possible. My panting is rapidly increasing and yours joins me in pace.
As you stand off to the side - looking up to direct the photographer, models and stylist, my cock is swelling. you can feel the precum stick to my thigh.
you keep locking eyes with one particular model. she knows slutty thoughts are running through your mind.
Plugged while you fill me. Lifting my leg to get deeper inside. So hungry for my sweet passion.
My hand slips round your waist, under your shirt onto your back, digging in and scoring deep horizontal trails across your back. The pain throws you forward, driving you deeper into me, you are rewarded with my sharp cry of bliss.
My hand falls to the small of your back and then between your cheeks forcing you into me through the plug...you can feel my raging need and respond by fucking me harder and deeper.
I stare into your eyes watching them close as the euphoric sensations wrack your frame. "Do you want to cum baby?" I whisper hotly, you can only nod.
"I wonder if anyone will catch us?" I pant. A thrill of excitement from the fear of someone walking in on us floods your loins, nearly pushing you over into cumming...your strain is evident as you almost sob with urgency for release.
