Nice

She was paused in the little hall just outside of the bathroom -- trying to look without being seen. He was there at the table, absorbed with the menu. She was able to calm her breathing, but her heart was still racing, but she was fairly sure that wouldn't show. In a few strides she closed the distance, pressed her hands to the side of her skirt, and slid into the booth opposite of him.

"Give them to me," he said. His eyes hadn't lifted from the menu.

"I told you I wasn't going to do that," she said. He looked up at her, his blue eyes flitting from her eyes, to her ample breasts, to her hands. She had one placed heavily on top of the other, as though she were afraid the one on the bottom had a will of its own.

"Give them to me," he repeated, and extended his hand.

"I didn't take them off," she said and tried to make her hazel gaze as hard as his seemed to be.

"Yes you did," he assured her. "I can tell."

"How?" She asked but was interrupted by the waitress who had come to take their order. The waitress seemed to be made of curves, and her blouse open a little more than seemed regulation. She wondered if he found her attractive. If he preferred her raven hair, to her own brown. If he thought her ass swayed in a more alluring way as the waitress walked away. He didn't make any show of paying attention, but she knew he had. Once the waitress had slinked to another table to distract a different patron, he returned to the subject at hand:

"Firstly," he said. "I know you. I know you want this. I know you don't want anything..." he seemed to be tasting the next phrase before he said it, "getting in the way."

She thought he might be pausing to give her a chance to respond, but he went on "besides I watched you as you walked back. You were much more careful getting into the booth the second time."

"I don't find that kind of arrogance to be attractive," she said.

"Of course you don't," he winked. "That is why your nipples are so hard, and you took your panties off in the bathroom. Now give them to me." He extended his hand again, but this time under the table.

She shook her head.

"So be it," he shrugged. "You are just making it worse for yourself later..."

"I hope so," she said softly. Any doubt if he had heard was gone when she saw him smile.

They ate with purpose and with a minimum of conversation, and faster than the other tables -- but slower than they desired -- they had finished; money left on the table without waiting for the check; and they were out of the door. And it was longer than either of them liked before they opened then closed the next door.

"Here," he said and gestured that he was to take her coat. She turned her back to him. She could feel his fingers brush against her hair as he put his hands on her collar. She relaxed her shoulders and let the coat start to drop a little.

He yanked the coat halfway down her body and pressed her against the wall. Her nipples hardened as they roughly brushed against the wall. She tried to push back, but her arms were lost in a tangle of sleeves and coat. His shoulder kept her pinned in place, and his hands started to draw up her skirt.

"Last chance to tell me," he said, but she just tried to struggle. He finished pulling up the cloth to reveal the bare cheeks of her ass. He slid a hand over them and squeezed, feeling the firmness. Her skin tightened and he could see the gooseflesh.

"Nice," he whispered into her ear and drew back his hand. The sound of palm against flesh made her jump before the sensation hit her. The tingling mix of pleasure and pain. He paused to consider what he had done and to watch the red handprint forming.

"Nice," he repeated. He forced his knee between her thighs, spreading her legs. As she felt the pressure she willingly parted them. She gasped has she felt his hand -- still warm from the spank -- touch her thigh. His hand slid freely up, with the wetness from her pussy to mark the way. He cupped he mound with his middle finger resting between the full lips.

"Nice?" she asked. Her eyes closed as she felt his finger start to probe.

"Very," he said. "But it occurs to me that there is something you are supposed to call me. Isn't there?"

She shook her head. He slid his finger in. No force was required, as no resistance was offered. It was hot, and wet. The lips wrapped around his finger, greedy to keep it in place. Slowly and with precision he worked the finger in and out, periodically sliding it out to ring her clit, or to pinch her exposed labia. He paired his middle finger with his index and began the process again. Her moans were soft and served to egg him on.

He slid his wet fingers up from her eager pussy and let them rest on the rosebud between her cheeks. Slowly probing and pressing. She felt the pressure lift from her body for a moment, and heard the sound of zippers and fabric crumpling before she though to move.

"No see," his weight was back on hers holding her against the wall, "this is why you are supposed to be a good girl. Then you get your pussy fucked." She could feel his cock -- warm and hard -- resting between the cheeks of her ass.

"Hell," he said, "if you had just called me 'sir' a moment ago I might have let you have some lube." He pressed his slick fingers into her ass. "More than this, at any rate."

His hand went up and covered her mouth, and she could feel the head of his cock pressing into her. Pressing harder and harder until the muscle finally yielded under the assault. She could feel the ridge of his cock slide in, and then her body tighten around it.

She was panting, had tried to call out but too little sound made it past his hand. It hurt. It hurt like the spank had hurt -- in a way that both made her wince and crave more at the same time. She started to feel his hips rock back and forth, pulling out his cock and driving it back in. She could feel the glans almost pull out of her and then drive in deeper. Each time his hardness in a bit further.

And then, with one fierce and swift motion, he shoved himself the rest of the way in. This time more sound escaped from his hand. Enough to make out the words "you fucker!"

"Yes I am," he responded. He wrapped his arms around her and spun the two of them -- joined just below the hip -- to face the couch. He reached around and found the buttons of her blouse, but seemed the have to time or interested in the proper -- or at least traditional -- procedure that evening. He gathered two handfuls of fabric and pulled.

With one last quick tug, her breasts were now exposed. He let his hands explore this new territory -- feeling, pinching, clutching -- claiming all of it as his own. Her small pink nipples were painfully hard by this point, and he delighted in pinching them and watching her face register the sensory overload.

She wished she could get more than a glimpse of his face. She wanted to how he looked at her and he controlled every part of her. Verbally she had maintained her independence, her defiance, but once the deed had begun it was all she could do to keep up. And she wanted more, to have tasted his cock. To see his nipples. To grab his short hair and pull him toward her and kiss him deeply.

The brief wandering her mind had taken was interrupted by the feeling of her own hand on her pussy. He had taken her hand, and had started to finger herself with her own fingers. It was not a hint, it was an order and she eagerly took up the task; fingering herself with two fingers while her thumb stimulated her clit.

It took little effort to shove her over the back of the couch, pressing her exposed breasts into the cushions. He reached around to slide a hand over the mount again, and upon feeling the fine stubble; he decided to pet her cat against the grain. She thought she heard him say "nice" one more time, but it was hard to tell over the sound of her own whimpers and moans.

Once again she heard the sound of his hand spanking her ass before she felt it. Added to the sensations she had known was the feeling as her body contracted around his dick. Her fingers, deep inside of her, could feel the shaft inside of her, and the glove of her own flesh tighten around it.

He spanked her again, and again, spreading out the blows -- always trying to find unaffected flesh, so it would feel as much as possible. The effect was as though her cheeks were slowly being painted a deep pink. He trusted as he spanked her, maximizing every sensation.

It was too much, she gave up trying to interpret the outside world and just relaxed and focused on the sensations. He fingers worked harder and faster on her pussy and clit. She could feel herself start to climb to the peak of her eventual orgasm.

He was in full rhythm now, his hands dug into her hips and his cock freely shoving its way in and out. Occasionally he would reach around and feel her breasts, or to tug on her hair, but it wasn't long before their universe collapsed upon itself so that nothing but ass, cock, pussy, and hand were all that existed.

She wanted to outlast him, to feel his cock tighten, then twitch. To feel the balls that were rubbing against her bare pussy recede, and to feel his cum spray inside of her. She wanted this one bit of control, so that she and he could only focus on herself. Her fingers, however, did not share in any plan to reassert herself. The worked faster, intensifying the feedback loop.

Her cry was soft at first, but became more and more intense. Her body joining in, shuttering softly. His cock felt her body tighten again, more intensely than any of the spanks had caused. Her pussy tried to contract and wrap around the cock that normally would have been there. And then she stilled, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat. She was gasping for breath as she felt his cock pull out of her. She felt the cavity his retreat left in her, and wished it were still there.

He walked around the couch and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her face up to see him stroking his cock. "Please cum on my face," she pleaded. "Please treat me like the kind of girl I really am."

"And what is that?" he asked.

"A slut and a whore, sir" she said softly. Her eyes pleading her case.

"Nice," he said and began to stroke his cock faster...