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you were dolled up real pretty, sitting next to schlatt at some pretentious black tie even he brought you too. you both didnât like these types of things, but he had to attend and you had to support your man. so you sat at a table for two tucked away toward the back of the venue.
schlatt seemed stressed, tense even. probably because of this damn event, but looking at you heâd crack a smile. you just looked so cute with your flushed cheeks. heâd gotten you as many drinks as you wanted.
he was crazy for you when you were the least bit tipsy. loving the way you loosened up and became a fit of giggle at the least amusing things. and he was even more crazy whenever you were just the tiniest bit tipsy and dressed in clothes he bought you.
and that you were.
whether it was the stress from the stupid fucking event, or the look in your sweet, innocent eyes, something was making him feel crazy. the venue was loud, and when a booming voice began to speak through a microphone he was finally able to breathe again. without your big, doe like eyes staring at him.
his hand had been lingering on your thigh throughout the night, but as he stared at your cleavage as you looked away he felt his stomach clench. his big, warm hand wandering up your thigh without his command.
licking his lips, he felt his cock stir. it wasnât his fault you looked so good. maybe this would be a good distraction from the event⊠and all the stressful things that had to do with it. if only he could escape for a bit.
sliding his hand up your thigh and to your hip, feeling the band of your thong through the thin dress you had draped over your body. fuck.
he gazed at you as you people watched, smiling your bright and clueless smile. his eyes followed your throat down to your cleavage again. just enough for him to want to do something. his pinched your side, wanting your eyes on him again despite the heat he felt in his stomach when you were focused on him.
you yelped, eliciting a smile on his face as you met his eyes. so gorgeous, thatâs all he could think of you. other than the thought he was trying so hard to ignore, the thought of you with your mouth around his cock.
âow jay!â your voice was soft and sweet, and so was your expression. brows furrowed with a smile that showed off your dimples. âwhyâd you pinch me,â you asked. âjust wanted to see your sweet face, toots,â he answered truthfully as his started to stroke your side again.
you squinted at him, your flushed cheeks rising with the small smile splayed on your lips. âwhat, donât act like you didnât like it,â he hummed again, adjusting his posture in his seat. he had a matching tipsy smile on his face. âmaybe i wanted to feel you too,â he admitted with a lower tone, his smile turning into a smirk.
he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, a taste of lime and salt remaining on your own lips from the drink he had in front of him.
you found yourselves in a coat closet, you on your knees before him. your dress wrinkling at your knees. he was unbuttoning his pants after fumbling with his belt buckle. if he could move at lightning speed, it still wouldnât be fast enough for him.
your hands touched his as they met to shove down his pants, sending an exciting feeling through him. not that he wasnât already excited. having you suck his dick in a dark closet in public with his peers around, he was fucking sold.
he could cum at just the idea of your mouth stuffed full of his cock while at a prestigious event he invited you to.
before you knew it his cock was being slapped onto your face by him while his free hand cradled your head. âopen up, sweetstuff,â he whispered rubbing his already leaking tip all over your lips, âwant my cock stuffed down your throat.â your pink tongue dragged along his tip before you started guiding him into your mouth.
âthatâs right,â he said watching you as you watched him. your big, doe like eyes staring up at him as you took his thick cock into your mouth. and using your free hand to stroke what wouldnât fit. his hand stroked your hair as you did your best to get him all the way in your mouth. he was completely entranced by you.
you were so cute down on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with your pouty lips turned into a smile.
and you could only feel your own sense of need rising as you took him in your mouth deeper.
he let out a deep groan and ran his free hand through his hair as he felt your mouth and your hand work together on him. it was weird, it felt better everytime. your hollowed cheeks were flushed pink as you bobbed up and down on him. swirling your tongue on his needy tip.
but his groans and whimper like noises just got you hornier. you werenât a stranger to grinding. so when you pulled up your dress the slightest bit and pressed yourself down onto his leather shoe he wasnât surprised, it only made his dick harder.
âfuck, youâre such a whore,â he said tugging on your hair, âgrinding on my shoe to get yourself off.â degrading you when he was no better, getting his cock sucked in a coat room.
you whined with you mouth still around his dick, vibrations being sent all over him. âoh shit,â he said as he felt his resolve slipping. he was slowly started to fuck himself into your mouth rather than you fucking him with your mouth.
the tone of his voice just made you press herder into his shoe. finding the right spot to grind your clit onto to get just the right feeling. his grip tightened in your hair as he thrusted into your mouth.
he was deeper than before, the soft curls of his pubes now being touched by your nose. you were gagging on his cock. and he was turned on to the fucking max.
âso pretty gagging on this dick.â
his voice was gruff, but shakey. you were both close.
speeding up his pace he fucked into your mouth until he felt the back of your throat. he was relentless. but he was nice enough to tilt his foot up for you. giving you an even better leverage to get off.
âshit⊠iâm gonna cum,â he rasped.
and before you knew it you felt the warm, sticky substance in your mouth at the same time you started writhing on his shoe, matching his orgasm.
had a thought recently about going to some kind of formal event w schlatt and blah blah blah we end up sucking him off somewhere at the back of the building while humping his dress shoe (don't even ask how i came up w this)
goooshhh, i am so caught up with school work, but i promise iâll get to requests (i literally asked for them) but ive just been doing sooo many essays recently
