Julian walks into the cold yet inviting darkness of the bar looking for a drink to ease the worries of the past grueling week. As he approaches the bartender, his eyes are caught by a vision sheer exhibition of naughtiness sitting on a nearby bar stool. Glittering eyes roam over long tantalizing legs clad only in black silk stockings, moving slowly up, taking in the short leather mini skirt and black leather vest. Feeling Julian's eyes burning along her flesh, Aliyah turns, her twinkling eyes locking with his dark ominous stare. 'What the fuck is she doing here!' he asks himself, as she thinks, 'Finally! Took him long enough to get here.' He moves with annoyed purpose to her side, hand grasping her thigh harshly making her wince. 'Oh god,' she thinks, 'he looks so angry.'
Julian offhandedly gives the bartender his order, his eyes never leaving her face. "What do you think you are doing coming here? Have you been following me?" his voice a low growl.
Aliyah smiles coyly, fingers playing along the back of the hand grasping her thigh. "I thought you might come here tonight, and I wanted to surprise you," her voice husky with desire, red lips pouting slightly. "Aren't you glad to see me?" Her fingers begin teasing along his wrist, then slide slowly, softly up his arm, pausing briefly at his shoulder to massage tense muscles, before sliding back down to play again on the back of his hand. "I know how hard you've been working, how bad this week has gone, and I just wanted to meet you, try to help you relax."
Julian listens, brow furrowed, as his drink is placed upon the bar. Swiftly, eyes never leaving her, he reaches for the glass to downs it quickly. Replacing it on the bar, he signals for another, then touches Aliyah, tracing a line from ear to daring cleavage with icy fingertips. She gasps softly and trembles under his fingers, eyes closing to mere slits as she revels beneath his touch. Aliyah can feel the moisture dripping between her legs, and knows Julian is very well aware of her reaction. Her nipples harden and push arrogantly against the thin leather trying to restrain them.
Julian shifts his stance, pushing hard between her knees. 'She wants to help me relax, does she? Well... this time she may have bitten off more than she can swallow.' The hand on her thigh strokes upward pushing the thin tight layer of leather over past the top of her silky stockings, revealing the creamy strip of flesh not covered by black silk. Aliyah's eyes widen as Julian keeps sliding his hand up, forcing her to shift in her seat, until her soft satin flesh is revealed fully and the edge of the skirt is just barely tucked under her bare bottom. He grins and whispers, "And just where are your panties my dear?" His eyes gleam as he notices the flush beginning under her warm flesh. "You wanted to help me relax. Have you changed your mind already?"
"No" Aliyah stutters. Taken by surprise by his boldness. "But I ..."
"But what!?" Julian's hand grips her bare bottom.
"I thought... Maybe a drink, then we could go to your place and I would..." her breath husky with need and surprise catches as his other hand slides the skirt up on the other side and her bare bottom is kissed by the cool vinyl of the barstool.
"You would what?" He slides one hand around to hold her in place, as the other pushes her thighs apart and finds the moistness nestle there.
Aliyah's hands grasp his shoulders tightly as Julian drives three fingers down and into her dampness. Lips clamped tight to suppress the moans seeking to escape she lifts her hips slightly to allow him complete access then cries out as his other hand finds the hole to her sweet bottom. "Please..." Aliyah begs, a dark flush covering her creamy skin, "please... everyone can see..."
"Ok". Swiftly his hands are gone and Julian grabs his drink and turns, heading for a table across the room. 'One... two... three...' he counts in his mind and as predicted, he feels her hand on his arm and continues walking.
"Please" The whisper reaches his ears. He stops, turns and growls, "please what!? You wanted to help me relax. But apparently you're not up for the job. Leave me be so I can find someone who can please me." The tears glittering in her eyes send blood rushing to make his hard rod ache. 'Before the night is through, those tears and more will quench my thirst.'
"Please..." her voice husky with need and unshed tears, "please give me another chance."
The pulse beating in Aliyah's lovely throat draws his eyes, and he lowers his head to bite and suckle her raging pulse. He wraps one arm quickly around her waist as she moans and melts into his embrace, no longer caring who can see, or what they see. Aliyah only knows that she must have this man, no matter what his terms are. Her fingers thread through Julian's hair holding him tightly against her and she gasps loudly as his other hand slides under her skirt lifting it to fondle her warm bottom. She flushes deeply and bites her lip to keep from saying anything that would cause him to release her and leave again. The shame and embarrassment are quickly consumed by lusty heat as Julian's finger slides down and between seeking her warm hole again. The coolness of his drink against her ass draws groans of pleasure, even as she shifts her leg as commanded by the pressure of his fingers. Lifting his head to gaze upon her lust filled countenance, his finger penetrates, and Julian smiles sadistically as Aliyah cries out and moves to escape.
"Oh no my dear" Julian softly commands, "you pleaded to be allowed to help me, and you will. You will do whatever I command... where ever I command you to... and will do so without question, you will squirm and shudder as I use your body to my satisfaction."
Aliyah nods slowly, bottom lip grasped firmly between her teeth, shimmering eyes locked with his demanding look.
Julian releases her and steps back slightly. "Open your legs for me" he demands softly, shifting the drink to his other hand. As she complies, he slides icy fingers between her thighs and back into her moist lips teasing her clit and forcing her to groan and tremble. "Wider..." he whispers, wrapping an arm around her once more and driving his fingers deep into her hot pussy. "I want to hear you beg again to be allowed to please me."
"Oh god please Julian... please let me please you," Aliyah pleads as his fingers drive deeper and harder, in and out of her hot wet cunt. "Please..."
"Cum for me, my bitch... Cum for me now!" twisting his fingers and grinding them hard against her pelvis, punishing clit and pussy with the force of his strokes. "Cum!"
Aliyah's hands clutch his shirt tightly as she leans in to muffle her cries in his neck, shudders wracking her body as she cums hard soaking his punishing fingers. Legs quivering, her breath caught in tight lungs, she creams once more as his thumb finds her swollen clit.
Julian pulls her tight against him as his fingers slide slowly, tenderly out of her drenched pussy. "Taste..." he places his fingers at her lips, "drink your sweet juices from my fingers." Her lips part and Aliyah sucked each soaked digit, cleaning all the cream from first one then another and another. "Good girl" his soft words of praise cause a ripple of pleasure to shimmer through her body. "Now, back to your seat"
Aliyah's lips part as she begins to speak, but one look at Julian's face and she quickly spins and returns to her seat. He follows slowly, watching the other men in the bar watch her. 'Good thing they know me here, or she would be in so much trouble. Maybe this will teach her to be more careful.' As he slides back between her legs, he sternly tells her, "That is not the position you were in when I walked away." Aliyah blushes deeper and squirms, as Julian's hands raise her skirt back up like it was before. "Mmmm... much better. Now... where was I? Oh yes..." he reaches one hand around her, fingers sliding under her bottom, penetrating. Her soft gasps make his shaft throb. 'Not sure how much more I can take, but she still has one more lesson to learn... Hmmm... maybe I can... yes... believe I will.'
"Finish your drink child. We will be leaving shortly." Placing his drink on the bar, Julian reaches his other hand around Aliyah and slides her ass forward, closer to the edge of the barstool until she sits balanced on the edge with only his hands and legs keeping her from sliding all the way off. Holding her ass tight in both hands he watches as she quickly finishes off her drink and sets the glass down.
"Now... place both hands on my shoulders and do not move them." The sternness in his voice and eyes convinces Aliyah to comply quickly and without comment. But it does not stop her from wondering 'what is he going to do... please... not what I think... please...' Julian can feel her trembling and knows it is not only in anticipation but also fear. 'Have to have her now... can't wait any longer...' He releases her with one hand and reaches for his jeans, popping the snap and easing the zipper down over his aching cock. As it springs free from its tight prison, Julian wraps a hand around it and steps closer to Aliyah's waiting pussy. The height of the barstool is perfect. Eyes locked with hers, he slams his cock deep into her hot wet cunt, pulling her hard against him as he drives it deeper. Placing both hands on her hips, steadying her against his thrusts, he drives harder... deeper... faster... Watching her eyes glaze over with lust, as her already tight pussy clenches him even harder, squeezing then releasing as the passion in her blood mounts.
