“Open,” I command, and she listens beautifully. Using my grip on the belt, I slide my cock into her mouth, all the way back until she gags on it. Quickly, I release her head so she doesn’t choke, but the sound does something to me.
Once again, I pull the belt forward, pumping my cock deeper into her mouth. A gagging sound resurfaces, and I let it go for a second longer. That fucking sound already has me on edge.
“Is this ok?” I ask her quietly. She nods her head eagerly, and I notice her skirt hiked up high, her hand in her panties.
“This makes you hot?” She nods. “Are you going to come while choking on my cock?” A lewd moan escapes her, and I clench my ass to stop from coming right then and there.
“Fuck, you’re a dirty girl, making me lose control over these lips wrapped around my cock.”
Tongue laid out, my cock resting on it, she fingers herself, waiting for my next move.
If there’s a heaven, I’m in it right now.
“Tap my thigh three times if it gets too much.” I show her how and wait for her to nod.
Thank you, internet for this useful knowledge!
Rougher this time, I pull the belt and her head as she deep throats my cock. Keeping her head in place, I start thrusting my hips. Her curls bounce with my movements, tears forming in her eyes. Spit drips down her chin, gagging noises fill the room, and her hand moves at a frantic pace in her panties.
Pleasure starts building deep in my spine, but I’m not ready for this to end, so I slide my dick out.
“Tell me, is this pussy wet for me?” I grab her drool-soaked chin.
“Why don’t you come and check?” Bending down, I slide my hand inside her lace panties.
“You’re fucking soaked, baby.” Her eyes widen. “You ready for me to spill in your mouth?” An enthusiastic nod. “Are youready to come for me?” Lifting her hands, she takes the belt and slides it around. It’s now pressing the front of her throat and I get the message right away.
“This what you want?” I clasp the belt around her neck, not too hard but hard enough to put pressure on it. She nods once again, sliding her tongue out. Fuck.
My right hand wraps around the end of the belt, and I slide my cock back in. Starting slow, I pick up my pace mouth-fucking her while my hand grips the belt, putting more and more pressure on her neck. Mascara runs down her cheeks while spit drips to the floor.
Her moans mix with my grunts as she sucks me in, hollowing her cheeks. She chokes on my cock as the belt tightens slightly. Just as I begin to pull away, giving her space to breathe, I feel her tremble around my cock. A moan escapes her as she comes, pulling my own orgasm from me. I spill and spill into her mouth as she shivers. When I pull out my cock, she looks up into my eyes and I see her swallow.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I get down on my knees, pulling her lips to mine. I get a taste of my own pleasure, but it’s hers I want to taste. So, I take out the hand from her panties and take it into my mouth. She whimpers as I lick her fingers clean, her taste making me harden again.
Her glossy eyes stare into me lovingly. I know it’s the afterglow, but fuck, I want her looking at me like that every day. I help her up from her knees and sit her down on a chair. From my pocket, I take out a tissue and carefully clean her face. There’s no hiding what we did, but I’ll do my best.
Pulling my pants up, I put the belt back on; pretty sure I’ll never be able to look at it without getting hard again. She’s still quiet, but content, so I take her hand and lead her out of the coat room to the bathroom. Luckily, the entrance to all the facilitiesare off of the ballroom. The bathroom is luxurious, a red velvet couch in the middle of it. I set her down.
“Can I check your purse?” I ask. A quiet ‘Sure’ is her answer, so I take her purse and rummage through it do see what we can do. A small pack of wet wipes, her lipstick, and some powder. Perfect.
Starting with the wet wipes, I clean the mascara running down her cheeks. She is pliant in my hands, so unlike the combative Natalie I know. I apply some powder to hide the red marks on her face. Lastly, I reapply her bright red lipstick. Another thing I won’t be able to look at without getting hard.
“Where did you learn to put on make up?” she asks me.
“My sister broke her right arm when she was fifteen. So, for a month, I was her personal make-up artist.” She lets out a giggle.
When I’m done, she’s finally awake enough to get up on her own. She gets in front of the mirror, touching her fingers to her lips.
“Not bad. Thank you.” A Natalie smile crosses her face. The smile that makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.
She straightens her skirt, standing on shaky legs, before we exit the ballroom. The receptionist, thankfully, doesn’t look twice at us as we exit the venue.
The silence in the car stretches a few minutes before she breaks it. “I know this whole thing is weird. But it seems like I have a hard time keeping it in my pants when it comes to you.”
It’s an understatement of how I feel about her. I’ll be thinking of what just transpired for the rest of my life.
“I get it. We have some pretty good chemistry. I hope I didn’t go too far back there.”
