“Not yet. Finish your drink.”
I down it, and the liquor hits me harder than expected. As punishment he turns off the egg, which was both infuriating and relieving.
“Finish your dessert, pet, and then go to the bathroom.”
I obey, cramming delicately crafted dessert down my throat with a hunger that would be embarrassing if I thought folk were watching.
I stand up to go to the bathroom and Matt turns on the egg again. I suppress a gasp.
“Leave the door unlatched.”
– –
I wait in the unisex bathroom, door closed, contemplating if I was allowed to touch myself. My thong feels so wet, that my pantyhose is damp. In the mirror, I see the arousal in my face, the way my lips stay a little parted, the way my nipples poke through my dress.
Just when I consider sneaking in a clit rub, the egg stops. The door opens and Matt steps in holding the menu. He doesn’t even make eye contact, he just latches the door.
“Take off that dress, so I see you for the slut you are,” he says, his voice sharp and hard.
I pull off the pale blue dress, revealing my bare tits and lacy black panties, with the delicate polka dotted pantyhose I chose for him. I feel more aroused by the exploration into name calling and my nipples show it.
Matt pulls on an erect nipple with satisfaction and I groan out loud at the arousing pinch of pain.
“Bend over the sink, slut.”
I lean over, my fingers draping over the the cold granite and colder ceramic of the sink as I watch us in the mirror. I look small next to him, my caramel skin and dark features a strong contrast to his white shirt, his fair skin, his blonde grey hair.
In the mirror I see it coming before my brain registers.
-Thwack-
A gasp pops out of my mouth, at the delicious pain of the leather menu slaps against my ass.
I see the satisfaction on Matt’s face, the setting of his jaw as he says, “No cumming yet, my slut.”
I nod, desperate to please him. Desperate to be called a slut again, his slut again.
His hand moves up again and the menu smacks me hard against my asscheeks. He then drops it on the floor.
“On your knees.”
I kneel in this bathroom, on this now dirty menu and I watch his fingers move quickly to unbuckle his belt. Just before his pants drop, he pulls out the remote from his pocket.
“Blow me, pet.”
He pulls his cock out of his boxers and I begin to caress him, feeling the warmth of his rigid cock between my hands. I lick the shaft, looking up at him through horny eyes and he turns on the egg. I moan loudly and push his cock into my mouth.
His free hand grips the back of my head firmly, and with the egg on, my pussy feels heavier, wetter, fuller.
“No cumming yet, Nyra. Keep sucking.”
He guides me up and down his cock with his hand and my moans of arousal get muffled around his shaft.
“Remember, 2 fingers to slow down, 5 to stop,” he says, tone softer gentler. His care turns me on so much that I suck on him harder, pushing him deeper into my mouth.
Matt picks up the pace, holding my head with both hands. The small plastic remote digs against my skull, a sign that he hadn’t put it away yet.
I occasionally gag but don’t ask him to stop, I think from being slightly drunk, from being mind numbingly horny.
“What a good slut you are,” he says, as I mumble around his cock, sucking as much as I can, keeping with his fast rhythm.
Just when I wonder how long he’ll go on for, when my jaw starts to ache from being fucked this way, he stops.
“Get back to the sink, slut.”
I feel his hands release my head and I slowly move off his cock.
“Yes, sir,” I say as I stretch my jaw. As I move, the egg awakens different muscles and when I bend over, it’s beautifully arousing.
Matt’s hand crassly grabs at my crotch and I groan, watching his reflection burst into a satisfied smile.
“Your pantyhose is covered in pussy juice, you dirty little slut.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You won’t mind if I destroy it.”
I arch my back, highlighting my ass for him.
“No, sir.”
His fingernails grip into my ass cheeks and I hear the delicious rip as he finds a weak spot in the material.
“Look at how wet you are, Nyra.”
His fingers trace the edges of my labia before leaving strands of wet on my ass cheeks.
“Please, sir.” I ask his reflection, tilting my hips towards him, wanting him to fuck me. Matt smiles and I see him press the remote.
I miss the stimulation already, and fight the urge to tease my clit, my nipples, to make up for the absence of the egg’s vibration.
I feel slight pressure as Matt pull the egg out of me. The black toy glistens with pussy juice and I’m amazed and embarrassed at what my body can do.
He places it, along with the remote in the sink.
I hear another rip, of a condom wrapper, and then Matt pulls my thong to the side.
“Turn around, pet.”
I face him, and he’s so close that the hem of his shirt caresses my thighs. My eyes slide down to his sheathed erection and I realize this is the first time I’ve seen his erect cock in a condom.
He leans closer, making me tilt my head up to maintain eye contact. Up close, I see the grey in his eyebrows that blends in with the pale blonde.
Matt’s hands find my waist and he lifts me up onto the counter. The cold stone feels deliciously uncomfortable against my ass, my wet lips.
“You wore the orange thong, pet,” he says, eyes never leaving mine as he moves closer into my space, pulling my legs around his waist.
My breathing gets more rapid and my skin erupts in goosebumps at this level of contact, this kind of intensity.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he says, as his finger slips between my pussy lips, hooking my thong out of the way again.
His eyes glance over all of me and he moves his wet finger to my mouth.
“Nervous?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer honestly, before gently licking his finger.
“Good.”
He grabs my hips and slowly maneuvers his cock into me. I groan loudly as I finally feel the satiation I’ve been craving, as my pussy opens up for him, and my thighs tighten around his waist.
He moves slow, I feel every bit of him as he empties out and fills me up. Somehow facing him feels like giving away even more control, as I absorb his desire for me differently, taking in his smile, the way his stomach and muscles move as he fucks me.
“How does this feel, pet?” He asks gently.
“So good, sir.”
“Don’t get used to this, I’m going to fuck you hard soon.”
I groan in arousal, pushing my hips into him. Matt takes that as a sign and his hands tighten around my waist, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust.
He ups the pace, and I feel like a rag doll, where he’s pounding me so hard that I’m almost bouncing off him. His face is now focused, grim, intense.
“Touch yourself, pet.”
I sneak a hand down between my legs and begin to flick my clit.
“Please may I cum, sir?” I ask, as I feel that familiar tension building as he fucks me harder, as my clit awakens.
“Yes, my lovely slut.”
That was all I needed. I flick myself harder, slamming into his hips. As I inch closer to orgasm, I begin to moan. I feel a warm hand slap across my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure, pushing me over the edge. I bite down on his palm as I cum, and I feel his body shudder through his own.