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He squeezes your ass harshly, while he bites your lower lip. It’s amazing how turned on this man can get you in just a few seconds - even more than you were before. 

You undo his zipper too and pull his pants down and then check how hard he is for you. Turns out he’s already pretty hard; you can only imagine his underwear is very uncomfortable for him right now.

“Want me to suck your cock?”, you ask sultry as you watch him with hungry eyes. 

“Mm, yes babygirl”, he replies, releasing your ass immediately. It might be a bit fast, but you can’t waste any time in here. It won’t be long until other people would like to use the bathroom. 

You get on your knees and make sure that your cleavage is showing through the deep cut of the jacket. When you pull his underwear down, his cock springs out. God, you can’t believe this guy is so hung. Is there something that isn’t perfect about his body?

That question will have to wait for another time when you feel his right hand on the back of your head, suggesting for you to start. You first give his cock a lick from his shaft to the tip, swirling your tongue once around it. He groans lightly as he watches you. 

Slowly you take his cock into your mouth. Deeper and deeper with each trust you make, your lips firmly pressed on it. His fingers slightly grasp your hair. When you look up, you can see his lips in an ‘O’, his eyes drinking the sight of you taking his cock in. 

Taste of his precum slowly takes over in your mouth, his cock getting harder and more sensitive the more your lips stroke it. A little unplanned moan leaves your lips, vibration adding only more pleasure for Steve. Again you look up to him, and you can see how his pupils have turned darker; some kind of animalistic rage that was about to come out of him.

The tip of his cock is now in the back of your mouth. You’re letting yourself get used to his cock before you’re taking it into your throat. However - Steve is too impatient to wait. A second hand joins on your head, a groan comes out of his mouth. With a bit of force, he grabs your head tightly and pushes his cock further in. The first gag reflex shows itself right away.

He pulls himself out to let you breath for a literal second, before he gets his cock back in. The controlled and reserved Steve from the restaurant is gone, the beasty and wild Steve took over. This might sound insane, but you’re getting so turned on by how he manhandles you.

“Very good girl”, he hissed as he shoved his cock in and out of your mouth. A glucking sound is now echoing through the bathroom and your eyes are getting watery, while you still try and look at Steve. It seems like an impossible job, though, and so you close your eyes instead. 

He eases it a bit, giving your space to breath and to get yourself together again. Your nails were digged into his calves without you noticing, so you relaxed your fingers. He probably noticed how he went a little too hard for your body to handle. 

When he releases your head again, you pull his cock out of your mouth immediately and catch your breath again fully. 

“Are you okay, baby?”, he asks. You nod and get up op on your feet again.

“I like it how you use me”, you say with a coy smile, your hand again on his cock. One corner of his lips lift up, his eyes glister. You hope he gets the notion of you not minding him to throw you around.

“Then you’re in luck”, he says before he pushes you against the bathroom sink. “Because I’m about to use you like a little fucktoy.”

No one ever used that word on you. Hell, no one ever even said something close to it. It made you hot all over. It’s weird how you can turn from a confident woman to being all putty and submissive for him. 

He turns you around, his cock now grazing against your ass. His hand grabs your chin from behind and you look at him in the mirror.

“Keep watching”, he smirks. You nod excitedly. Have you ever seen yourself been fucked in the mirror? Definitely not like this, with a man like this.

His fingers slide over your pussy. It’s so wet, you almost feel embarrassed at how turned on you are. Slight moans leave your mouth as you lean your head against his chest. Still, you’re watching him and he watches you. It feels weirdly intense, even though you’re in a woman's bathroom of some restaurant.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, such a dirty girl”, he whispers in your ear as he slides two fingers in you with ease. The moans become a bit harder, but he shushes you softly. 

He pushes his fingers into you harshly once, before leaving your aching pussy and rubbing your clit for two seconds. Then he goes back to pushing his fingers into you with force, only to come back to your clit. This he keeps repeating, driving you crazy with lust. Something about this motion feels so incredibly good. 

Without warning, he slips a third finger into the motion. A hiss leaves you as you close your eyes, enjoying the sensation this movement gives you. 

A hand forms around your neck and squeezes it lightly, making you open your eyes again. “Keep watching for me.”

“Fuck me”, you whisper as you can feel yourself come closer to your orgasm.

“Beg me”, he answers. 

You look at him in the mirror, pleading eyes but still too stubborn to beg. His eyebrows knit together and he pushes his fingers in your pussy harshly again. But now, they stay there. You can feel them lightly crooking, hitting that spot. 

“I said, beg”, he roars, his voice low and stern. 

“Please”, you whisper, but clear your throat quickly.

“Please fuck me”, you now say more clearly and pleadingly. “Fuck me hard, please.”

You look at him with big puppy eyes. “I want to feel your cock so badly, please fuck me.”

As long as he’s not fucking you, you’ll beg for him to do so. You’ll keep saying things; hopefully the right things to make him go crazy. Would he like it if you called him ‘daddy’? Hm, maybe that’s for another time. 

“Please use me”, you now start, hoping the dirtier dirty talk will get him to fucking move, because all he’s been doing this entire time is smirking and cockily waiting for some more begging. “Fuck me however the fuck you want, I’m all yours. Just please, fuck me!”

“That’s more like it, babydoll”, he finally says. “As you wish.”

One hand pushes your back down, while the other slips between him and your. ass, guiding his cock to your dripping wet pussy. It slides in with ease. God, it feels great. Finally being filled up by him after waiting a long weekend. You’ve been using your vibrator, or maybe ‘abusing’ would be more fitting. Thinking about how his cock filled you up, wasn’t hard to orgasm to that fantasy.

But it feels even better than in your imagination. Last time you had sex, you were a bit intoxicated. But now you’re 100% sober and aware; and you also realise it feels bigger than you remembered it did. It stretches you, but not in a painful way, in a good way. 

He starts pushing, both of his hands now on your back to keep you low. You struggle to keep watching in the mirror, but you keep your head high and watch yourself before you watch him. He looks at you with animalistic eyes, before his eyes turn to your ass and where the two of you meet. He’s pumping harder and harder, you can’t keep silent anymore. Moans are flying over your lips. It’s like a motivation for him, every thrust gets harder. 

His shaft clashes to your ass. You put a hand on the mirror to keep yourself steady, your face now inches away from the glass. Even though you can’t look at him anymore, he doesn’t mind and you don’t either. It feels so fucking amazing, you don’t really care anymore on what you see or do, as long as this feeling sticks around.

“Fuck, babygirl, you feel so good”, he sighs. One hand grabs a hand full of hair and forces your head up again, the other hand smacks your ass one time before holding on to your hip. “I’m not going to last very long.”

“M-me neither”, you squirm. “Fucking me so good.”

“Yeah? You like it?”, he hisses. “Like having my cock in your pussy?” 

“Yes, god, yes.” The hand you placed on the mirror went from flat to a fist, showing him how you’re really close to your orgasm. You can feel it coming. “Please, don’t stop.”

“You gonna come for me?”, he grunts. “You gonna come like a good girl?”

“Fuck, yes Daddy!”

Oh shit. That’s not what i wante-

A big roar comes from behind you. Both his hand set on your hips, fucking your relentlessly. It’s like you unleashed something. Mother-fucking-yes.

Your whole body starts to tingle, knees are getting weak. The orgasm washes over you and you welcome it. You want to watch Steve, but you can’t get your head high enough. Moans leave your mouth, but you’re not sure how charming they are; but hell, you don’t really fucking care right now. 

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck”, you moan. 

Steve grabs your hair once again. “I’m gonna come-”

“Please, give me your cum”, you plead to help him to his orgasm. Should you say ‘Daddy’ again? That might actually be a bit too much.

“I want your cum”, you beg as you gain a bit of your strength again and watch him in the mirror. It’s a bit foggy, but you can still see him. “Give me your fucking cum.”

Your words sent him over the edge. His pace falters as he leans forward. A little smirk is on your face. It never fails to fill yourself with pride if you make a guy come for you. It gives you this sense of power; especially with a man like Steve. His hips stutter as he fills your pussy with his cum. 

His head lifts, almost like a sign that his orgasm is over. You smile at him through the mirror, he gives you a little smirk back. But he doesn’t leave. His cock is still in your pussy and he’s not making an attempt to get it out.

“I want you to be filled with my cum while we eat our dessert”, he says with a smug face.

“I thought I was dessert”, you comment quickly.

“Now don’t get bratty with me”, he says as he slaps your ass. He finally gets out of you. 

You both clean up pretty quickly, the only fixing was your hair. 

When you get back at the table, your face couldn’t turn more red when some waiter looks at you a bit confused. You just grabbed the menu in front of you, acting like you were way too busy reading whatever desserts they had to offer.

“Any dessert”, the waitress asks. 

Steve looks at you with a most innocent face. “We’ll have some tiramisu, two spoons please.”

It tasted deliciously, but Steve kept eyeing you, which in turn makes your cheeks turn bright red. Whenever you saw a lady walking to the bathroom, all you could think was what you just did in there. It can’t be possible to not notice the smell or the foggy mirror - with a handmark on it.

“It was a lovely evening”, you tell him as you get your coats - wait, no, he gets his coat. You were wearing yours the entire time. 

“Was?”, he says. “Did you think I was planning on bringing you home now? The evening is young, sweetheart.”

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