What I Would Do - Sex Stories

What I Would Do

Sitting in the back corner of the bar, I watch you working. Your smile lighting up the room as the old drunks flirt with you, your laugh even sexier. The bar is pretty busy, so I can sit back and watch as you move through the bar, the patrons seeing you in jeans and blouse, but me secretly knowing you are wearing a black garter belt, stockings, lacy boy shorts and matching bra. You treat me like any other patron, exactly like I told you too, and expect of you at work, with only a sly wink or a bitten lip here and there. Finally, the last patron leaves, leaving me in the bar alone with you. You go and lock the last door, and I grab you, spinning you, forcing you against a wall and taking your hands and holding them together with one hand over your head, the other gripping you by the neck, as I kiss you deeply and forcefully as you try to struggle away from me. Finally you relax as and moan into me, kissing me back. My hand slides down your body, roughly grabbing your breasts, and then ripping your shirt open and burying my face between your breasts kissing and gently biting them. I start kissing up your chest, my hand slides back up, gripping you hair and pulling your head to the side as I kiss and bite up and down your neck. My free hand then slides down, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down as you gyrate your hips allowing me to slide them down so you can step out of them. I then force your legs apart with my knee and then slide my hand between your legs, powerfully ...

... caressing your pussy through your boy shorts, rubbing the material between your lips and against your clit. I release your hands, telling you not to move, I rip one side and then the other of your panties open, allowing the tattered material to fall to the floor I kiss you deeply and then whisper in your ear “You aren’t allowed to cum”. I then take your wrists and pull them to your sides as I drop to my knees, burying my face in your cunt and begin eagerly licking at your clit, and shoving it deep into you. To get better leverage, I take one leg and pull it over my shoulder, never removing my tongue from your wetness. You begin moaning, as your leg pulls me further into you and your juices begin flowing more freely as you fight your body’s urges. Finally, you give in to your orgasm as your legs and pussy begin to quiver. I flash you an evil grin as you finally settle down, because I knew you wouldn’t last, I stand facing you. I grab you by the neck forcing you to a table, pushing you over the bench, pressing my hand against your back presses your face and body into the bench. I take your shirt and tie your hands behind your back and then smack you on the ass, lightly at first but building up the pain. First one cheek until it is bright red and hot to the touch, then the other, alternating until my hand hurts, each smack echoing through the empty bar. Then with one final hard swat, I quickly slide two fingers deep inside you, and begin a slow come hither motion. With the other ...