I Am A Bad Girl part 3

This banquet hall is so beautiful, with high golden ceilings, Victorian woodwork around the walls. There are simple yet gorgeous tables decorated around the room. He led me to our table while stealing us two glasses of champaign off a passing tray. He has a rule about me drinking, but I’ve never broken it. I’m not much of a drinker only a few glasses of wine or champagne on special occasions. We sit for a little while to settle in before making the rounds through his business partners. No one here knows the nature of our relationship, to them we are just in a normal relationship living together. They have no idea I am just his toy.

We make our way through his business partners and colleagues, exchanging pleasantries. He keeps the toy at a constant subtle vibration, just enough to keep me moist but not enough for people to notice. I excuse myself to powder my nose, this toy is playing something new on my bladder. When I am re-inserting my new toy, I feel the vibration speed up pulsating more powerful than when I removed it. I clench my thighs together and plant my hands on the stall walls. I sit for a while enjoying the I feel the pressure building but then slowly climbing back down as the vibration slows back to its subtle speed.

I straighten myself out before leaving the stall, but there he is perched on the wall of marble sinks. His arms are folded over his chest in one hand he is foundling the remote, his legs are also crossed. He watches as the remote dances in his fingers, slowly raising his head to contact my eye’s “who told you, you could use the bathroom” he hums with a devilish smile dancing on his lips. All I can think about is how much I want those lips pressed on my skin. I watch as his body unfolds, and he stands tall.

He grips my throat as he pushes me backwards into the stall, he forces his lips on to mine I can still taste the sweet, rich flavour of the whiskey he had as his second drink. He turns me around and pushes me against the stall wall. He pulls my dress up, hooking his arm round my front. His finger slips between my moist plump lips, gliding across my tender clit. My breathing gets heavier, “is this what you want?” he asks putting the toy on what feels like the highest setting. I can’t help but let moans of enjoyment escape my lips. “right, that’s it, you are getting it” he grunts. He forces me down on to my knees and flops out his long hard cock.

I look up at him with widened innocent eyes, I know how much he loves it when I play innocent. I lick my lips in preparation, making them nice and moist. I slowly open my lips to his tip, but it is only seconds before he gathers all my hair up in his fist and starts pounding away at my throat. Saliva floods from my mouth, forced out by his huge rod. It’s dripping down my face, it’s going to ruin my dress. I know better than to stop him, I try to gasp for air, my struggle only makes him harder. I can feel his throbbing cock sliding down my throat I know he’s so close to exploding. I can almost taste it.

He pulls himself from my mouth, he vigorously strokes himself until he bursts all over my face. He puts the tip back in my mouth for me to suck the last drops. He zips himself back up and straightens his tie. “Wipe your face and leave through the back exit the car is waiting. I want you waiting at on the other side of the door on all fours when I get home, I will be checking the cameras to make sure you stay there till I get home” he demands with out even looking at me. he throws the toy into my lap and then walks out leaving me slumped on the cold tiled floor covered in his thick sticky liquid.