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By *icearms OP Man
4 weeks ago
KIDLINGTON |
She sat at the bar and nodded at the barman. She was the first to arrive, so she took the opportunity to sip quietly at her hot chocolate. Tonight was probably going to be a quiet one and she doubted she'd see much action. Well, action, she was happy mostly getting to know people to see if there was any attraction. After all, sometimes the personality was far more important than looks to her. It had been a while since someone had engaged her brain in the online forums and it was more likely to happen here. Still, she held out hope and in the meantime waited to enjoy the ebb and flow of friendship and new conversations with people she was yet to meet.
She was busy staring into the distance as the staff stacked bottles at the other end of the bar and didn't notice him come in. She felt a presence behind her and straightened to turn but two hands appeared either side of her forearms and his chest pressed against her, "Hello slut."
Her moan was involuntary, body conditioned to respond to him even after such a long break.
His beard was soft on her shoulder and jaw as he stopped her from turning to kiss him.
"Be a good slut and stay still."
His mouth stayed by her ear as he moved his hands, stroking up her arms and over her body, awakening her further, "Sit up straight and put your palms flat on the bar"#
She instantly obeyed, even as he undid her waistcoat buttons and slid her bra straps down until he was able to lift her breasts out of the cups. She sensed the lack of movement from the end of the bar as they watched. She blushed bright red.
"Nice skirt. Tie and velcro, easy access, almost like you were knew I would be here." she put her head down, she hadn't thought of him for a few weeks, assuning he had forgotten about her.She felt the skirt release, the silky material sliding off her thighs, explosing the lace tops below. A single tug and it was in his hands, folded and placed carefuly on the bar.
She felt exposed.
"Slide off the stool but keep your hands on the bar."
Legs shaking slightly she did and was rewarded with the feel of his arousal pressing against her bottom. She risked pressing backwards and smiled at her tease.
He laughed quietly, "Shall we find a room upstairs?"
"Yes please Sir." she answered, all previous conversations and barrier fading as she had feared they would.
He hooked his fingers into her knickers and pulled them down to her ankles in one swift movement just as a small chattering group entered the bar. She blushed again.
"I think here will be just fine actually. Not as if you need much foreplay slut" he whispered in her ear, "I bet I only need reach down my finger and you'll be wet. Correct?"
She nodded, her throat suddenly tight as her brain caught up with his words.
"Spread your legs."
She briefly glanced up and saw the two bar staff watching and waiting to see if she wanted this. She smiled briefly and saw the tension in their shoulders disappear. His shoe on her ankle reminded her of his order and she hastily moved her feet apart.
As his hand slid between her legs, and felt her damp lips, the other grabbed her spiky hair and pulled her head back. Just enough so it was uncomfortable and painful to be in his control.
"Look at them as I fuck you," he whispered, tugging her head to look at the newcomers as he slid two fingers into her slowly. She felt her eyes roll and when she could focus again, the newcomers were nearly all studiously looking away. Sex at the bar was permitted but no-one did it. She saw one of the men place his hand on his wife's bottom, pressing against her. She smiled inside. They weren't immune either.
"Keep looking at them" he ordered as his fingers began to move in and out, slowly at first until it felt like the whole of the bar could hear the slapping of his hand into her, wet and noisy.
They kept glancing over, unable to meet her eyes, whilst humiliation filled her mind, imagining what they must think of of her, wondering if they would move away soon, hoping they would move away soon. Instead they stayed, seemingly scared to walk past them, glancing more often now as she moaned more loudly, unable to keep her arousal hidden.
Suddenly he stopped and whispered, "I want to you walk past them and get a condom from the bowl nearest them."
"Please." She begged, knowing she'd have to reach past them.
"Go."
He let go, no thought of her disobedience as shakingly she walked towards them. Nervousness on their faces and utter embarassment on hers.
"Excuse me" she asked, and reached past them, aware of her scent and the knickers still around her ankles.
She knew better than to look at him yet and returned, eyes focussed on the soft carpet and wooden bar, "Here Sir." She placed her hands back on the bar, legs once again apart.
She looked at the rows of bottles on the wall and wondered if he really was going to fuck her here. Heart beating faster as she heard the wrapper rip. He was going to. He really was. Oh gods. She glanced sideways, they were all watching now.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her to his mouth, "I'm going to fuck you now and then I'm going to take you downstairs and hurt you and then I'm going to fuck you again. But first, you are going to show all these people what a horny little slut you are. Ask me to fuck you - loudly."
Shw paused.
"Ask me or I take it off and walk out the door again."
"Please Sir." She begged, misery evident in her tone.
"Ask or I let go."
Shw felt his fingers release one by one, "Please. Please Sir, please fuck me." Shame flooded through her as her cunt betrayed her.
It wasn't hard to imagine his cruel smile, but his words betrayed his sadism more, "I didn't hear you and they certainly won't have done. Once more and make it loud and if, if, I think they heard you, then bend over and hold onto your shins."
She wanted to cry with frustration, outward control fighting with her own desires. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth, "Please Sir. Please fuck me!"
Her voice was loud enough to be heard in the next room and when she turned to look, the small group clearly had heard and were now watching, their bodies pressed closer together, drinks forgotten.
She felt his approval as he tugged her backwards, hands on curved hips and she eagerly bent over.
He pulled her lips apart and gently slid insideand stayed there. She begged without being bidden, "Please Sir!"
It was like the gate had been opened and he slammed into her, fucking hard, until she didn't care who heard her cries, or gasps or the sound his cock made slamming into her wet cunt. She didn't care, only didn't want him to stop, didn't want him to stop fucking her hard, over and over, until she felt him tense and stop, "Ahhhh, I'm cumming!" her body clenching him tight as he rocked, still inside.
His breathing was hard, "Stay there" and she nearly fell over when he pulled out. Suddenly aware of her aching legs and the silence around them as she pressed her lips together, determined not to beg him for more.
She loved how exposed she felt, humiliation was a big thing for her. The fact he could make her do anything frustrated her, as much as it turned her on. Her body would always deceive her even when she wanted to put a front on. And thos was one of those times. There she was bent over, holding her legs, her pussy glistening in the light. Wait for his next action. And then it happened…
Whilst stroking her arse, he looked at the group watching, and casually invited them to come and sample how wet and willing she was. The words put her head into a spin. She felt vulnerable, helpless. Knowing that refusal would lead to punishment. The eagerness to please meaning she would never refuse. And yet in that moment as the two gents approached, her head was telling her to abort the position, but again her body betrayed her and instinct took over. She spread her legs for easy access, and stood there as the began to paw at her arse and pussy.
He held her in place, telling her she was a good girl, whilst directing them to play and touch her in ways that he knew would turn her on. He told them how to finger her, and flick her clit. All the time stroking her back and shoulders, instructing her not to release to them. This was proving difficult for her. Her legs shaking as the pressure built up. Her juices running down her thighs. The feeling of insignificancenas the 3 men talked about her as if she wasn't able to hear. Commenting on her wet she was, how well she took her play, how well behaved she was.
All the praise and play was taking her to that heady height of pleasure. Almost trance state. The place she went to when pleasing her master, when obeying his command. The way she would stop herself cumming. Almost looking down on herself and watching it all. After a good 30 minutes her position was starting to take its toll. The cramps were kicking in. He knew it was time to give her a break. He beckoned the men to stop. And a quick tug on her hair, she knew was the signal to stand, look at the men and thank them. She then looked at him and thanked him too.
They sat at the bar with a drink and chatted before the next round of play.
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