Let Me Show You Your Place

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Um, yeah, could I get a Jack and Coke, please? Thanks. Sorry, what? Oh, uh, you don't have to do that.

Alright, I mean, if you insist. Uh, go ahead and put it on his tab. Thanks, stranger.

What am I doing in a bar at about 10.30 on a Saturday night? My guess is, same as you. Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Yeah, looking for a good time. You like my boots, stranger? Seems like your gaze keeps drifting down to them.

Or, maybe it's not my boots. Maybe it's my legs? The fishnets? The little skirt? Is that what you keep staring at? Look, I'm not gonna be coy.

And, uh, you don't have to try to be either. I'm not the type that needs to be persuaded. So let's cut to the chase.

I'm guessing you bought me a drink as an in, in the hopes that we'd end up in bed. Doing all sorts of depraved things to each other. Am I close to the mark? This isn't how this normally goes for you, is it? I'm supposed to be shy, demure.

Maybe blushing a little bit. That's not really how I play the game. So, I'll just be honest.

You're pretty good looking. I need a good fucking. So, what do you say? So, what do you say? You wanna get out of here and help me out? Hmm.

Well, I'll, uh, leave you to settle up and I'll be out back. See you soon. Well, hello again, stranger.

The parking lot. Oh, no. Uh, we're not going to my place and I'm sure as hell not getting in your car.

I don't even know your name. No, I don't need to. I honestly don't really care that much.

That's not what this is. Besides, who doesn't like a nice, discreet fuck in the filthy alley behind the bar? You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're feeling a little out of your depth here.

It's alright. How about you stop thinking of something clever to say and just come kiss me, hmm? Mm-hmm.

Yeah, there we go. Mm. Mm.

Wandering hands, I like that. Mm. And I can already feel your hard cock pressing into me.

Mm. Easy with the hair there. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Oh. Maybe I should have mentioned that, uh, I'm not wearing anything under those fishnets. Mm-hmm.

Mm. Oh, fuck, I'm wet already. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Oh, fuck, oh, my neck is so sensitive. Mm. Wait, I'm sorry, wait, what did you, what? Oh.

Yeah, I don't do that. Uh. No offense.

It's not personal, but, uh. Yeah, I don't call anyone daddy. I don't know, especially not.

Guys in their mid-twenties who probably can't even change the oil in my car. But like I said, no offense. It's just not my thing.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm. What are you doing? Yeah, take your hand off my throat.

Now. Okay, look, uh. If you want to do something like that, like, you gotta fucking ask first.

Why, why would you do that? You thought I'd like it. Did I tell you I liked that? Did I say? Oh, daddy, choke me.

No, I fucking didn't. Uh. Maybe this is not a good idea.

Uh. All right. Just, uh, common sense, all right? Jeez.

Oh, don't look like a kicked puppy, come here. You are a fucking good kisser, so. I like how you grab my ass like that, pulling me against you.

Mm-mm. Such, uh, talented fingers. Fuck.

What the fuck? Did you just spit in my fucking mouth? Okay, did we not just talk about? Did we not just talk about common sense and asking before you do shit like that? Actually, no, you know what? I've fucking heard enough out of you.

Shut up. I know you're used to being the big, tough guy, big man in charge. But I can see through you.

You don't fool me. Behind the bravado, behind that facade, you're nothing but like a fucking nervous, scared teenage boy, insecure, trying to perform. Where'd you get the idea that a random woman you meet in the bar wants you to choke her and spit in her fucking face?

Porn, yeah. Yeah. Well, how about this? Since it seems like I might be the one with a little more experience here, why don't I take the reins?

Oh, what? Hmm? You're stuttering all of a sudden.

But the thing is, I felt your cock twitch against me. You don't need to lie to me. You don't need to put on the act.

I think you want me to take charge. Hmm? I think you, really, deep down, just want to be my little bitch.

My little slut. Is that right? Mm-hmm.

Yes, it is. Here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna get on your fucking knees.

And you're gonna convince me that I shouldn't just walk away right now and go find someone who can fuck me the way I want. Got it? I don't give a fuck about your pants.

On your knees, mouth open, or get the fuck out of here. There you go. Oh, you look so much better down there, anyway.

Mm-hmm. I can see that desperate need to please me shining in those eyes. So big and wide.

Mm. You're so fucking turned on by this, but it scares you, too. Giving up control.

Not knowing what's gonna happen. That's okay. You don't need to.

Uh, uh, no. You don't move a muscle unless I tell you to. Got it? Good.

Now, I think you need to learn a little lesson in respect. Before you even think about getting to taste me. So I want you to clean my boots.

How? Oh, you like spitting so much. Spit on them and clean them with your tongue.

With your tongue. And when they're nice and shiny, maybe you can taste my cunt. Oh, that didn't take long, did it? I think this is what you really wanted.

Why you were drawn to me and not any of the pretty, meek girls in that bar. No. You wanted someone to put you in your place.

This is your place, isn't it? Knees in the gravel. Licking the dust off my boots.

Spit shining them. Like a fucking whore. What a good boy.

Uh-uh. Don't you dare look at me until you're done. I'm just gonna lean back and enjoy the view.

That's a damn good job. I'd almost think you'd done this before. Oh, you look so cute staring up at me so expectantly.

Such a needy little slut. And I can see how fucking hard you are. It's gotta be uncomfortable in those jeans.

Are you leaking yet? You desperate, filthy little thing. Oh, you are.

Oh, I hope it doesn't ruin your pants. What do you want? Oh, you wanna lick me.

Yeah, you wanna taste me. You wanna bury your face up under my skirt. Oh, that does sound good.

But you did just lick all of that grime off my boots. So I think we're gonna need to clean your tongue first. Open up.

Swallow. Good boy. Now, I'm just gonna grab a nice fistful of that pretty hair.

And just pull you right where I want you. Oh, fuck. Right to work.

God, you were fucking made for this. Oh. Mm.

Just a needy, eager little toy. Oh, fuck. Oh, I can feel you moaning every time I grind myself deeper into that mouth.

Is that what you like? Mm-hmm, it is. Yeah.

You want me to fuck that filthy little mouth. Mm-hmm. Hmm.

All right. Oh, it's so cute watching you try to keep breathing. You don't even care, do you? Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. You just love being used like a little bitch, don't you? Mm-hmm.

Oh, fuck. Oh, don't stop. Don't you fucking stop.

Oh, my God. You like being a mess, don't you?