Julie looked around at the party that was in full swing. "Full swing" apparently meant ten or so people, off in a room, playing some board game, yelling that one person was a government agent and not to be trusted. She looked in the mirror that was in the hallway.
"Dammit, I look cute tonight too," she said, judging her reflection. Julie had barely made an effort, in reality. She never needed to. Her pixie haircut framed her delicate features perfectly. Her alabaster skin glowing with the help of some dark red lipstick and dark eyeshadow that made her blue eyes pop. She walked over to her boyfriend, Sam, her dress swaying behind her, her heels clicking on the floor.
"This party's boring," Julie said, clinging to Sam's arm.
Sam turned around and looked at his girlfriend. Fuck she looks beautiful right now, he thought to himself. At an even six feet, Sam towered over Julie's petite frame; his tan skin a contrast to hers. He took her hand in his and smiled.
"Well, we can make it more exciting." All stealth, his hand snuck down her back, and cupped her ass, almost touching her bare skin through the sheer nylon. "Upstairs bedroom - 5 minutes, be waiting with the door half open, on your knees."
"I love it, baby."
Sam spanked Julie hard. She gasped, sure someone had heard. Thankfully, the sound was barely audible under the accusations of government treachery.
"You love it what?"
Julie blushed, her thong becoming wetter with desire by the second.
"I love it, Sir. Please use me."
Julie tried to attract as little attention as possible as she walked past the rest of the party. Heading upstairs, she looked behind her to see Sam following her every move, his eyes undressing her mentally, like his hands would be soon.
She reached the door and entered it, following Sam's instructions. She knelt on the floor, the door half open. She watched and waited. She knew she should be scared that someone might walk by, but she found herself hoping that someone would.
One minute, turned to two, turned to three. Her thong soaked through, she decided to risk it and slid her hand under her short skirt and pantyhose. She gasped. Holy fuck, I'm so wet.
She pushed the soaked fabric to the side and slid her slender finger up and down her slit, astonished at how wet she was. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as her finger found her clit.
"Did I say you could touch yourself while you waited?"
Julie smiled and opened her eyes to find Sam watching her, his hands on his fly. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge barely contained there. It tempted her even more.
"No, Sir."
"Looks like you'll need to be punished now too." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, shiny plug.
"Open."
Julie obeyed and opened her blood red lips. She stuck out her tongue as Sam walked toward her and placed a hand around her throat, squeezing gently. He brought the plug to her mouth and slid it in. The cool metal filled Julie's mouth.
"Get it good and wet. Your ass needs filled."
Julie moaned and slowly swirled her tongue around it, making sure her saliva coated every inch. Sam applied more pressure to her throat. She let out another moan as he removed the plug from her mouth.
"Bend over the bed," Sam said, rolling the stem of the plug between his fingers, watching the light glisten off the saliva covered sex toy.
Julie smiled and bent over, hiking up her skirt.
"No. Face the door."
Her eyes widened in shock. "But..." she began to protest and looked back at Sam. He simply stared at her, smirking.
"Yes, Sir," she replies demurely, walking around to the other side of the bed, and assumed the position.
Sam walked behind Julie, running his fingers down her spine. She shivered and arched her back, craving more of his touch. He hands left her body briefly as he pushed the fabric of her skirt up. "Legs spread, now," he commanded as he playfully spanked her. Julie complied and felt Sam's hands expertly ripping the pantyhose, exposing her to the cool air of the room.
"You love being my little slut, don't you?" Sam smirked as he pushed Julie's thong aside and spanked her playfully.
"Yes Sir," Julie whispered as she saw a shadow move across the wall outside the door.
"What was that?"
"Yes Sir," she repeated louder as she felt Sam's hands caress her naked ass, and the cool steel plug being run up and down her wet slit.
"I don't even need lube. You're so wet, baby." Sam took the plug and gently pushed it into Julie's tight ass, which opened to take it. She groaned, softly at first, then louder as she grew accustomed to the steel.
"Fuuuuuuck, I've missed this," she said, looking back at Sam and smiling.
"Eyes front."
Julie obeyed. Sam walk around to stand in front of her.
"Beg for it." Her eyes widened. "You know what's next, I want to hear you say it."
"Please, Sir. I need your cock in my mouth. I want you to use my mouth in anyway you see fit. Fuck my face and make me your whore. Mark me. Ruin my makeup. Please. I need it, ple—-"
Julie was cut off by Sam grabbing her hair and gently pulling her to his crotch. He decided to tease her a little more and gently shoved his jean-covered bulge into her mouth.
"Show me how bad. If you can get it out with just your mouth, I'll give it to you how you want. If not - you're my little slut for the next 10 minutes."
Julie held back a smile. "Yes Sir," she mumbled sheepishly. She used her tongue to flick the zipper of Sam's fly out and gently bit down on it. She flicked her eyes upward and locked eyes with him as she used her mouth to pull his zipper down.
