DashBrashly's Blog

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We agree to meet up at a little bar in a lane in town. We chat over a couple of drinks and it’s going well. But if anything else is going to happen that night I don’t want to be dr unk, so I ask if you want to finish up and get a cab. We walk out into the lane, kiss for a moment and start walking.

There’s doors leading to public … in the lane and as we pass a unisex disabled … I grab your throat. “Change of plan”, I say and guide you by the throat into the … making sure to lock the door behind us. Still holding you by the neck, I push you up against the wall, grab your neck with both hands and start kissing you, mostly gently but occasionally biting your lower lip.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”, I ask. You (you guessed it) nod obediently. I tell you to to squeeze your own throat with your hands while I take my belt off. Then I tell you to drop them as I hold the belt against your throat with my fists touching the wall, pinning you against it.

“Take my cock out”, I say, and you unzip my jeans and take it out while I continue kissing you. I tell you to stroke it for a while. It’s rock hard. Finally I take the belt away. “On your knees”, I command. You kneel and start sucking my cock without needing to be asked. You go for the deep-throat right away, and once you get all the way down to the bottom I grab a scruff of hair in each hand and hold you there, thrusting slightly for a while until your eyes water and you gag. I pull your head off and my cock springs out, covered in drool which is still … it to your mouth in a long trail that eventually breaks.

I order you to bend over and put your hands on the … lid. You’re wearing a summer dress, which I lift up over your back, then I pull your knickers down for you to step out of. I toss them on the floor. Then I grab the belt again and give your arse one hard whip with it before I sling it around the front of your neck and twist it together at the back, holding it in one hand like reins.

Your pussy is dripping wet, and my cock still covered with thick slobber, so it glides in effortlessly, despite how tight your little pussy is. I waste no time and start thrusting deeply and rapidly, getting close to cumming fairly quickly. I’m not trying to prolong your pleasure.

I want so badly to fill your cunt with cum, but instead I tell you to turn around and sit on the … seat. “Open wide”.

I haven’t cum for a few days and my load is big and sprays with force, mostly into your mouth but some on your face and lips. “Good girl. Suck it clean”. You suck off the small amount of cum that is still on my cock.

You start to wipe your face with your hand but I slap your face before you can reach it. Your cheek is red. The other still has cum on it, as do your lips. “Did I say you could wipe it off, slut?” I ask. “No sir. Sorry sir”, you reply meekly. I tell you that you can’t wipe clean your face until I say so.

“Let’s go home for round two, okay?” I say, and you pick up your knickers and start to put them on, but I grab them from your hand and put them on my pocket, saying nothing but a quiet “no”.

We walk out of the … again, getting an embarrassed look from a young woman who is entering the ladies … as we leave.

“There’s one more thing I want you to do, okay?”. You nod again in reply. As we walk to get a cab, we walk past a convenience store, and I tell you I’m thirsty and hand you some money and tell you to go in and buy me some water. “If that cum’s not still on your face when you come out, you’ll be in trouble. If anyone brings it up, just say ‘I know’”.

You enter and come out a few moments later with the water, pearlescent cum still glistening on your face. “Good girl”, I say again.

We hail a cab and it is only once we’re in the back seat making out that you face is cleaned as the cum is gradually licked and kissed away by the both of us. I finger you discreetly as we drive, not really caring if the driver realises it’s happening or not.