I was wet. I sat at the crowded bar listening to him talk about work, but all I could think of was earlier that afternoon.
"Nice shorts" he commented.
"Want them?"
"Yes, give them to me."
"If you want them, take them yourself." He slid my shorts down my legs. I loved the way the he attacked me with his eyes. He knew how hungry I was. He knew I was always hungry. He spread my legs and pushed his tongue between the lips of my pussy. Licking slowly, my hips pushing toward his mouth. Nothing makes me crazy with lust like getting my pussy eaten. His tongue had me shaking on the verge of coming within minutes. Just as I was close to cumming, he pulled away.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked. he loved making me beg for it. He knew I would. He knows I will do anything he asks.
"Yes!"
Back down he went, lapping at my cunt until I shook. Pulling away again just as I was about to cum. I grabbed at his hair, trying to force him back to my pussy, but he pulled away completely to unzip his jeans, taking out his cock and climbing on top of me, pushing inside me. Oh, that fucking cock! Why was I such a slave to it?
"Are you my whore?" he asked as his cock slid in and out. I could hardly breathe.
"Are you???"
"Yes sir" I replied weakly.
"What?"
"Yes sir, I'm your whore!"