eenslaved: vincekris:Noritoshi HirakawaShe’s not sure what’s worse, when he brings h
eenslaved: vincekris: Noritoshi Hirakawa She’s not sure what’s worse, when he brings her into the men’s bathroom or the women’s, but she thinks it’s the latter.When they go into the men’s room together, he uses her almost perfunctorily. Just easing his needs. She’s there to provide him with relief. The men who enter mostly give him a sort of wink-wink, aren’t you a lucky bastard kind of acknowledgement. Like, there’s a fraternity of them who just get that hey, sometimes, you need to get your rocks off with your girl in a public bathroom. Totally get it. Even been there myself. If the men are there when they exit the stall, she’s treated to a sort of admiring awe, like she’s a trophy. It’s friendly and generally polite, maybe a little envious. Their eyes are lascivious, and they’ll say crude things. They’ll call her a hot piece, a slut, mistake her for a whore and ask how much she goes for.When he takes her to the men’s room, it’s usually for a quick fuck or suck. Quiet, he doesn’t say much, except for the sounds of his groans. He doesn’t bother hiding how much he’s enjoying the use of her body. There are the sounds of her saturated sex of course. There are always those sounds. She bites her lip hard to keep the other noises trapped inside her, and for the most part she’s able to succeed.She never succeeds when he escorts her to the ladies room. She’s not sure why, but something about having other females there to witness her degradation doubles her humiliation at being used publicly for sex. He knows it, too. He points it out to her too, he says, “You’re wet, aren’t you. Even though your sex-hole is still sore. You need me to fill you up, don’t you?”He says it in his normal voice. She hears the sink faucet stop. The hand dryer stays quiet. She twists back up against him. Her breasts have popped out of her stretchy, tight dress; the elastic neckline holds them up, pushes them close together. Her nipples are erect, sticking out in the air. The hem of her dress is somewhere rolled up around her waist. She’s naked, more or less, the clingy fabric pulled down, pulled up, bunched around her middle. He fondles her, spanks her bare ass. The crack of sound is like a gunshot in the tiled bathroom. “Ughn!” His hands are all over her. He turns her so he can slap her breasts. Tits, she corrects herself silently. Like he told her before. When he’s hurting them, they’re not breasts, they’re tits. The slaps echo in the bathroom. Someone enters, when the door swings open, it brings with it the increased volume of noise from the dining room. The door swings shut just as he clamps his fingers down, crushing, and twists, and she screams a little. Just a little, but it’s enough. A woman’s startled voice: “What-oh my god. Is that- is someone- ”There are at least two other people in the restroom, and they’re just standing there. Listening to her tits get slapped.“Answer me, Ashley.”“Yes,” she says, because he’s waiting. “Yes, OK, I’m wet.” “It would hurt you a little to have my cock in your sex-hole again, I think.”“Yes. You’re right. It would hurt.”“You’d still like it though,” he mused. “But I can’t put my cock there right now, Ashley. You’re not wearing any underwear. You might leak. All my come would leak right out of you. That’s no good. But I still have to fill you up, don’t I. Why don’t you get down on your knees. That’s right. That feels good, doesn’t it, being on your knees.” It’s true. She loves being on her knees for him. No matter where. Maybe…maybe sometimes especially here?“Open wide so I can feed you my cock,” he says. “Oh, that’s so good. What a good mouth-hole. I’m going to fill you up now. I know how my kitten loves her cream.” -- source link