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Control Part 2
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Control Part 2 The bartender slid a tumbler to her, droplets of water freshly beading on the sides of the cool glass. She took it, put her full, pouty lips to the straw, and sucked down the whole thing without once breaking eye contact. I found myself completely unable to pull my own gaze away from her as she did it. I longed more and more for those lips against mine. Still, I resisted. “So, what shall we do now?”, I asked, a sly grin across my own lips. “Honey, the night is all yours. We do whatever you want.” She smiled a cunning, mischievous grin. My heart fluttered wildly, as it had every time she had smiled at me since the day we met two ago. Her hand reached to mine on the bar, caressing my fingers gently. “Unless, that is,” she whispered in a sultry voice, “you’d rather just take me upstairs and fuck me now.” Every nerve up and down my spine lit up with wild . A rush travelled through my groin, into my cock, and I could feel it starting to grow hard in my pants, each beat of my heart trapping more and more blood into it. I resisted. “Oh? Is that what you were hoping for?” I teased. “Well, I can tell you that I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I did have to change once already. I don’t know if these underwear will last much longer.” I laughed, perhaps a little too loudly, as the boys down at the end of the bar stopped their arguing about the latest NCAA scores and glanced our direction for a moment. Her eyes never left mine, and her impish smile never faltered. “I don’t know, I think I rather like the idea of you ruining two sets of underwear in one day over me.” She bit her lip gently. With my free hand, I reached down and touched her knee and then let my finger trace slowly up her thigh a bit. The soft fabric of her bright red dress felt good against my skin. Soft and inviting. I wrapped my hands around it as much as I could and gave it a squeeze. “Another one?” I turned and caught the bartender’s eye. He gave a knowing grin in return. I wasn’t really trying to hide where my hand was resting. “Absolutely,” my companion in red replied, still never breaking eye contact with me. The bartender took her glass and refilled it, this time adding what seemed like far more vodka than redbull. Meanwhile I let my fingers explore a little further and further up her thigh, gently caressing and squeezing as I went. When my hand reached the end of the road, I let my pinky reach out and trace it’s way up that sweet space in between, carefully to touch only barely but enough to be perceivable. She lowered her eyes for a moment and let out a deep breath as I did. I could feel the heat coming off of her, the air surrounding it humid like a New Orleans summer day. The bartender returned with a full glass. She took it and sipped at it, this time taking it in a little more cautiously. “So tell me about your day”. She looked up at me, lips still wrapped around her straw. I knew what she was trying to imply, but still I held myself. “I don’t know. Pretty typical Wednesday really.” “Was it now?” I challenged. She laughed a loud, hearty laugh. I smiled. I had always loved that laugh. “I don’t really know. I couldn’t get your cock out of my mind.” “Must be so hard to keep focused at work, knowing how going to use you later.” “Use me?” “Oh? You don’t want to be used? You don’t like being treated like my little cockslut?” As soon as the word left my lips the heat between her legs blazed up like a stoked furnace. “Oh no, sir. I could never want that,” she said with a sly grin, her eyes betraying the lie. She took a long draw off of her drink straw, slurping as she hit the bottom of the cup. “Awww, well that’s too bad. I was planning to tie you down and make you beg to be fucked. I had these clamps and toys and everything. Guess I was mistaken. It’s ok. fine sleeping all alone in the big california king I got us. More room for me to stretch out.” “Sounds comfy. glad you’ll have a fun night all by yourself.” That grin again. She knew exactly which buttons to press to get me going. I couldn't fight it anymore. I took her jaw firmly in my hands and pulled her face to mine. I kissed her lips hard and long, breathing her in, tasting her lip gloss. She resisted for just a brief second before giving herself over to me. I could feel her pulse racing in her lips, her breath getting heavier. A rush of relief and lust washed over me simultaneously. My cock began to ache in my pants, pushing hard against the fabric. I began to wonder if I could cum prematurely. It had never happened before, but at this moment it was beginning to feel like a very real possibility. “Maybe we should close out?” she whispered as my lips pulled away from hers. “Yeah, maybe we should.” “I got you”, the bartender said. He had apparently been standing there during the whole thing. I looked her in the eyes and smiled slyly. “You want to?” I asked with a grin. “Can I?” she came back. I looked at the bartender with his back to us. He was a little younger- late 20s, I surmised, but fit, well groomed, and kind of cute with dark skin and a cleanly shaven head shining in the dim bar lights. “You’d better check with him first.” The bartender came back with the check and slid it across the bar to me. As I pulled my card out of my wallet, Red leaned across the bar, letting her supple<b> cleavage </font></b>fall right into his eyesight. She looked him deep in those brown eyes, and whispered to him. “Can I suck your cock?” His eyes went immediately wide and his full lips parted in a bit of a gasp. “I… uh. not…,” he stammered. “It won’t take long,” she assured him in a breathy whisper. I found it so incredibly sexy when she did that and she knew it. “I- working,” he managed to say. His eyes darted nervously to mine. I gave a reassuring smile. “Take a bathroom break,” I offered. “Surely you get bathroom breaks. She’s not kidding, it won’t take long.” “We’ll wait for you in there. Just knock twice,” she said, as she took my hand and led me off to the unisex bathroom. As she opened the door, she turned back and blew him a kiss. I looked over my shoulder and caught his eye. His mouth was practically on the floor. We closed the door of the bathroom. I shoved her up the against the far wall and kissed her again, deep and hard, my tongue slipping between barely parted lips, meeting and exploring hers. “Such a good fucking girl,” I breathed at her as my hand reached down under her dress and caressed her soaking wet pussy. I was momentarily surprised to find she wasn’t wearing underwear. “I thought you were worried about ruining your panties, you liar,” I laughed. “The dress looked too good without them. I know how much you love the curve of my ass.” I stopped and looked her right in the eye, my heart threatening to explode with a mixture of lust and emotion. Two sharp at the door broke the moment. She bit her lip and smiled. *** "Everything in moderation, including moderation" - Oscar Wilde |
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