“I told you to put your hands on the wall and leave them there. Are you incapable of following simple orders, sweetheart?”
Indignant at his insult since I’m the biggest rule follower in the world, and hating his fake term of endearment, I huff, “You grabbed my ass!”
Whap!
He slaps my bottom again, making me stumble forward against the wall to keep myself upright. His big hard body follows, pressing every inch against me, including the long hard ones protruding from the front of his toga.
“Your first time here?” he whispers into my ear. Our bodies are intimately close as if there’s not a room full of people around us, watching our every move.
“Y-yes.”
“If you can’t handle a little ass slapping, then how do you think you’re going to handle a whip?”
“I don’t want to be whipped,” I say, finding it hard to speak words when the guard’s palms on my hips lower.
“Then what do you want in a place like this?” his gruff voice asks as he grabs the short hem of my dress and begins to lift it.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Since you were uncooperative, I need to do a more thorough security check.” With his body against mine and twice the width, nobody else can see as my dress lifts to my waist in the front and back.
The guard leans his upper body back as if to get a better look at my white thong. “Should’ve known your fucking panties would be white too,” he mutters.
“What?”
“Put your hands back on the wall unless you want me to spank your ass again.”
I hadn’t realized I was grabbing at the front of my dress, trying to tug it down. For some reason, I do as I’m told rather than turn around and knee the handsy man in his balls. I think I like his rough treatment. No man has ever ordered me around before. Or felt me up so thoroughly, like he’s the rightful owner of my body.
“You’ve got two choices here: obey me or leave, sweetheart.”
For some reason, I comply rather than turn around and walk out the door. As soon as my palms are flat on the wall again, his roam up the inside of my thighs, heading right for the crotch of my panties.
And I let him.
His thick fingers glide over my clit, making me moan. His other hand brazenly lifts to cup my breasts before he groans and presses his erection into my bottom. “Are you hiding any weapons in your pussy?”
“What?” I scoff as his fingers keep rubbing me.
“You look like a dangerous woman,” he whispers against my ear. “And since you won’t answer my question…” He trails off in warning of what I know he’s about to do next. His big handshoves into the front of my panties, and then he slides a finger inside me, right there in front of everyone!
“Fuck. You’re so tight. Nothing else could fit in this cunt.” He adds another finger, shoving two inside me. I breathe heavy, more turned on by some stranger’s fingers inside me than any sex I’ve had in years. A stranger who is a demanding asshole with a filthy mouth. “Squeeze my fingers,” he commands, and I do while he presses the heel of his hand to my clit. My walls clench again all on their own, making the man chuckle.
“If you’re going to come for me, you better do it fast before I get fired.” He presses a damp kiss to the side of my neck, making me melt. Rather than tense up at the rough treatment, I give in to it, enjoy it. Then his fingers curl and find that perfect spot. I tremble all over as I detonate. My inner walls clench around his thrusting fingers.
“That’s it. Good girl. I know exactly what you need to pull that stick out of your ass. Let me fill it with something more fun for the both of us.” He presses forward, poking my behind and letting me know exactly what he wants to shove up my ass. I’ve never been spoken to in such a degrading way or felt more at ease. I’m still so aroused, even after the last shudder, that seconds later, his fingers have another orgasm crashing through me. I should be embarrassed when the man chuckles against my neck, but I’m just grateful for the release that washes away all my constant worries.
When he slowly removes his fingers from my clenching pussy, he slides them to my backside, tugging the string of my panties to the side and rubs his damp fingertip over my hole. “Next time?”
Laughing, his palm slaps my ass cheek again before he lowers the bottom of my dress, covering me and stepping away. “She’s good to go,” he tells someone while I remain plastered tothe wall for a few more seconds. My limbs refuse to cooperate and move just yet.
I finally push myself back, wondering what the hell just happened as I study the masked man who blew my mind. The guard ignores me, however, and motions the next person in line over, a man in a raven black mask. I feel invisible as I search for Natalie, trying to put myself back together mentally.
Before I find her, I spot another guard giving a guy the same treatment as the guard just gave me. While I can’t see his hand, his arm is obviously down around the front of the patron’s pants, moving as if he’s stroking him through the fabric.
Wow. So, I guess I was nothing special to the guard, just another horny customer to get off. I feel ashamed.
“There you are!” Natalie says when she comes up and grabs my arm to pull me through to the entrance.
