“Please, I need you Sir. I need you,” I begged in a whisper. “Ask nicely,” he prompted gently. “I need more of you, Sir. Please, I need yo... deeper,” I had barely squeaked out the last word when he plunged making me gasp and arch my back under him. “That’s my good girl,” he spoke soothingly into my ear as he thrusted slowly, bringing me unspeakable pleasure. I was so tight from him teasing me, we connected like lightening, which wasn’t unusual. The closeness is what I longed for, it kept me. “What you having?” he asked, turning and looking at me with those deep blue eyes again. “Vodka and coke, please,” I said, with a cheeky grin on my face. “What will your sister have?” he asked. I turned and looked at our table around the large brick pillar that was between the bar and my families table. She had half a glass left and I felt bad enough that she’d down his drink. “No, it’s okay. She can share mine. She’s already had a drink off you.” “You sure?” he asked, as he got the money out. We chatted about work gossip at her office, things going on in our families and some politics. Totally engrossed in each other, totally enjoying the entire time. We had a few drinks and the sun slowly went down. We were there for 4 hours or so. Every time they locked at us as if they wanted us to hurry up and leave, we’d order something new to try. It was just a great time we were sharing. Naturally it came time to leave. I paid the bill, she left them a tip and we quickly got up to leave after. I am a nasty bitch and I need to be fucked like one,” I breathe huskily, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter. You attach a leash to my collar and tug me up the stairs, calling me filthy names the whole way up. We stop at the railing right in front of your bathroom, and you force me to bend over it. Because of my heels, my ass is sticking far up and out into the air. “Spread those luscious ass cheeks now, slut,” you order as you give them a hard slap. I cry out, but do as I’m told, not.