It isn't very often you take my advice, so when I suggested the hooky night away from work and you agreed... I was ecstatic! I only just got moved into my house over the past week, so when you get there I'm looking and sorting through some boxes. I stand to greet you, and you look disappointed and irritated.
I ask you what's wrong. You reply that you took a night off work to come stay with me and I didn't even get ready before you got there... I look down at my baggy shirt and very loose fitting pajama pants. I start to explain that I had worn this to be comfortable while unpacking and had lost track of the time. Talking back and not apologizing wasn't the right choice. You slap my face and grab a hold of my arm so quick and firm I let out a small gasp. You don't even flinch. As fast as you grab a hold of me, you turn me toward my room.
The whole way there I'm apologizing and begging you to let me go change for you or to please hit me and take your anger out on me. When we get to my room you let go of my arm and tell me to strip while you find me something suitable to wear for our evening together. You find a low cut shirt and some tight shorts. After I put on the shirt you step in front of me and grab by chin hard-forcing me to face to the side. You take your hand down around my panties and work them down letting them fall to the ground. Surprised at first I start to try to move my head against your grip. You let go long enough to slap my face, then grip harder and jerk my face back to exactly where you had it. I hear you let out an aggravated sigh as I tell you how sorry I am, and I didn't mean to move against you.
As I speak to you I reach toward your pants and rub your huge cock. I can easily feel the bulge through your pants. As I'm trying to please you and make things right, you slowly take your hand around my side and down my back to my ass-slapping it hard. I don't dare move, but my breathing gets heavy momentarily. You put your hand between my legs from the back and force my them further apart.
I hadn't thought about how turned on I was at the fear of you being mad. You slowly work your hand toward my soaked pussy. I can tell by your body language that you are very happy with how wet I am for you already. You rub around and briefly in my pussy just long enough to make me dripping wet, then stop. You raise your finger to my mouth and tell me to clean it off. You say anytime I put something this close to your mouth you better just open instead of making me tell you to.
With your finger still in my mouth you grab my face and turn my head. You tell me to put my shorts on and leave my bra in my room, then turn and walk out. I start to get dressed and decide to only wear the shorts since you didn't just say get dressed. You specifically said shorts, so that's all I put on and come out to where you are.