East Coast, West Coast – Part Five
I couldn’t eat. The hall was busy and loud; music drowned out by laughter and conversations. The views out onto the beach were spectacular. And yet, I hardly noticed any of it. As soon as he’d spotted me, my father had insisted I sit next to him to eat. Mom was on the other side, then Charlie. The food looked beautiful and I knew it was expensive but my stomach was turning over and over with anxious anticipation. I ate one spoon of the starter, one forkful of the main course and by the time dessert arrived, I felt the damn plug in my ass begin to move.Dad was talking to me, asking about work and friends and rent and goddamn money and I was answering automatically, solely focused on trying to seek out Scott. I couldn’t see him. There were only about fifty people there, plus wait staff, and for the life of me, I didn’t know where the hell he’d gone. He must have been close because the plug kept adjusting, getting faster, and slower, stopping, starting.My phone buzzed and I glanced at it surreptitiously.You look so frustrated, kitten.I crossed my legs under the table.“Who was that?” Dad asked.“Just a – work thing,” I said vaguely.“Aren’t you eating your dessert?”I picked up the silver pastry fork and dug it into the ridiculously elaborate slice of cake in front of me. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. I felt like I’d be sick.“I have to run to the bathroom,” I said apologetically. “I’m really not hungry.”“You okay?”“Yeah. Fine.”I moved quickly across the hall towards the restrooms. The buzzing in my ass intensified. I had to stop for a few seconds and one of Mom’s colleagues started making small talk. I hurriedly excused myself, trying to walk straight. I had to get the goddamn thing out. It wasn’t funny. It was pure torture. The bathroom was empty. I went into one of the cubicles, too hell-bent on my task to shut the door. I bent over, pulling my dress up and reached carefully around to my ass. The plug had stopped vibrating but I’d had enough. It was coming out. I was so focused on trying to ease it out gently that I didn’t hear the door quietly open and close. People usually make a lot of noise when they’re going into bathrooms, slamming open doors and chatting noisily. Scott didn’t make a goddamn sound until he decided to scare the life out of me.“Hey Ally. What do you think you’re doing?”I straightened up fast. The door to the cubicle was wide open and I could see him watching me in one of the many mirrors. Foolishly, I tried to play Escort Akbatı it cool.“Oh. Hey.” I leaned awkwardly against the wall. “I just had to – pee.”“Huh.” His eyes were smiling and he reached deliberately into his pocket and pulled out the remote. The buzzing began, in short, intermittent bursts. Each time it started, I jumped. He walked towards me slowly.“Tell me the truth, Ally.”I blinked. I couldn’t look at him so I looked at his shirt collar instead. Tanned skin. White shirt. Fuck. I was meant to hate him.“You were gonna take it out, weren’t you?” he breathed. “Could that little ass not take anymore?”“I wasn’t taking it out.” My voice was quiet.“Yes, you were.”I swallowed hard. He looked pointedly at the door to the wheelchair-access cubicle.“Go in there.”“But – ”He raised an eyebrow, silencing me. How could he be so goddamn handsome?“Now.”I moved submissively past him and pushed open the door. It was spacious inside with a wall length mirror. My heart was thumping. I felt like I’d been sent to the headmaster’s office. I was so far out of my depth that I didn’t even know which direction to swim.I opened my mouth and then closed it. Then I opened it again. The words rushed out.“Scott, maybe we should do this some other time. I mean, my dad will be wondering where I’ve gone and I was meant to give a speech or something. Besides, I didn’t even finish dessert and there’re so many people here and it’s too crazy. You know it is. Let’s do this after. Please.”He shut the door and slid the lock across.“We had a deal, Ally.” He turned to look at me. “If you want out, then you know how to tell me.” His hands moved behind me and gripped my ass hard, reminding me of the spankings he’d already delivered. I swallowed a whine. He pulled me closer to him, pressing on the plug as it vibrated urgently.“It makes you wet, doesn’t it?” he said. “All of this turns you on. You fucking love it, princess.”I stared at him. He stared back, his eyes dark and impassive. I was breathing too fast, too desperately.“Of course, if you don’t want the plug, maybe you should let me replace it. With my cock.”I tried to pull away.“No. You can’t. No.”He smiled. “It wasn’t really a question, Ally. Now why don’t you turn around and bend your hot little self over?”He released me and waited patiently. I didn’t move. I thought of the safe word. Surrender. It would be easy. I could stop all this crazy, kinky madness and run away. I could Aksaray escort be free. I could go and eat my cake and laugh with my family and make a half-emotional half-hilarious speech and go home and shower and cum as many times as I fucking wanted to. Or I could let Scott fuck my ass and tell me what to do for the rest of the day. Why couldn’t I stop him? I knew why. I wanted to please him. I wanted to do what he wanted. I knew it was just terrible but I wanted to give him that power. Why? How can I explain it? Was it because he was so goddamn attractive? Partly. But it was more than that. I kind of trusted him. And I knew that despite the potential for embarrassment, I had never felt so turned on. I wanted him like water in the desert.“We don’t have all day, kitten.”I turned around and began to bend over.“In front of the mirror, please. I want you to see yourself.”I swallowed a sarcastic response and moved the few paces across the small room. Sex in a bathroom. Jesus Christ. At least it was passably clean.As soon as I’d bent at the waist, Scott pulled my dress up around my waist.“Open your legs. And hold your cheeks apart for me.”Like a good girl, I obeyed. He took a hold of the plug and tugged gently. It didn’t come out immediately.“I think your ass likes it more than you admit,” he mused. “Maybe I should leave it in and just fuck you the regular way.”I gasped as he pulled it almost all the way out before pushing it back in.“This ass is so fucking tight,” he breathed. “My god.”I didn’t speak. I didn’t look at myself in the mirror. I bit my lip and stared at the non-slip linoleum floor as he twisted the plug and eased it out. He dropped it in the sink. One of his hands moved between my legs, sliding against my wet snatch while he used the other to undo his pants.“I love how wet you are,” he murmured. “That’s one thing you can’t hide from me.”I felt his thick, hard cock slide against my snatch. It made me shudder. I was still gripping my ass cheeks and it was a difficult position to hold, bent over as I was. I looked up and met my own gaze in the mirror. I had to look away. I could see Scott’s face as he dragged his wet cock up to my ass. He looked so focused, so closed-off. I looked down again.“Don’t make too much noise,” he warned, as he began to press the head of his cock against my tight knot. “You wouldn’t want anyone coming to investigate.”I closed my eyes tight and bit hard on my lip as Ankara escort bayan he spat against my asshole and pushed firmly against it.“Let me in, kitten. You know you want it. Just let it happen.”I was breathing hard. He pushed a little more and I felt the head of his cock ease inside.“You have no idea how hot this looks,” Scott growled. “Especially with your hands.”I flushed. “You wanna see?” Scott asked. “Here. I’ll show you.”He paused for a second and I watched him in the mirror as he reached in his pocket and took out his phone. He took a photograph and leaned forward to show it to me.“There. You like it, princess?”I stared. It looked unbelievably pornographic. I’d painted my nails blue that morning, made sure they looked pretty and there they were, digging into the reddened flesh of my ass, holding my cheeks apart so he could push that huge cock into me. The mere sight of it made me moan uncontrollably. My snatch dripped.“That’s… that’s – unbelievable,” I whispered.“You’d better believe it, kitten.”He straightened up and resumed pushing. His hand moved between my legs, massaging my swollen clit. The more I focused on his teasing fingers, the deeper he slid into me until I felt his body against mine and I knew the deep pressure was complete. Well. Not exactly. He eased in and out a little, building up a rhythm.“What time’s your speech?” he asked.I stared at him in the mirror.“What? Why?”“’Cause we don’t want them looking for you, do we? Or does that turn you on? Imagine if they knew what I was doing.”“Scott – ”“That I was fucking your ass. Conrad would be livid.” He moved faster and the pain was fading, even though his fingers were barely working my clit.“Precious little Ally’s ass.” He let out a laughing breath. “They don’t know you, do they? Nobody does. Not like I do. It’s fucking outrageous, the things I do to you. But then, you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you? If I sent you flowers, you’d think I was an old creep. But I spank your ass and you can’t get enough.”I met his eyes in the mirror and he smiled, both hands moving to my waist and gripping it tight as he fucked me harder.“I knew you the minute I saw you. Knew the way you looked at me, the way you moved.”“Don’t flatter yourself,” I breathed.His smile widened.“Don’t get smart, kitten. Or I’ll have to do something about that mouth too.” His cock pushed into me hard and I almost lost my balance.“Lean your hands against the mirror,” Scott instructed, “That’s it. There.”His grip on me tightened and he moved fast, his body smacking against mine every time he pushed deep. I could feel the wet warmth from my pussy and longed to touch it but he was going too hard and I needed both my hands to support myself.“This – ass – is – so – perfect,” he hissed.