It’s the third course of a formal university dinner on a Thursday evening when you lean across to whisper in my ear. You look gorgeous in that dress with the slit up your thigh to show off your gorgeous legs that look as good strutting down the ancient streets as they do in the air or pinned back behind your ears. I’m trying to compete in a well fitting suit with dress shirt sleeves that you like so much rolled up to the forearm. Your warm full lips pull into a smile as you whisper words into my ear that no one else can hear.
“I douched for you, sir.”
The words send a tingle down my spine that starts under my skull and finishes at my crotch, where I feel the material of my trousers become tight. Fuck. Your eyes flick towards your bag and I see a small container of lube that you brought with you. God you’re so perfect, and clearly have been planning this encounter. You smile is now self-satisfied and your eyes glisten with anticipation. You raise an eyebrow. My eyes meet yours and I convey in my gaze that I understand what you are suggesting. Here. Soon.
Once dinner ends, we both race as quickly as is polite out of the dining hall and into one of the common rooms that at this time of night is deserted. As soon as we are inside the door I grab you and lock our lips together. Your kiss is needy and desperate and mine is commanding. I steer you through the halls as our tongues clash together and my hands work on removing my jacket and waistcoat. Yours slide to my tie and remove it too. The kiss breaks so I can roll up my sleeves and I stare at you, appreciating the beauty of the slut in front of me.
“Take that dress off. Underwear too.”
Your hands don’t waste any time in following my order. They fly to the zip on the side and hastily loosen it before throwing the dress onto a chair in the corner of the room. Your fingers move to your bra next, losing it to release your breasts; a handful each and brilliantly shaped. I will never not be giddy at the sight. Your thumb hooks into the band of the panties and you peel them from your pussy, which is already slick and wet from the anticipation of this moment, and the painful waiting during the evening. You reach down towards your heels but a stern look from me stops you in your tracks and you straighten back up. “Good girl. Why not give us a spin?”
You do as you’re told and spin, holding your arms above your head. I am reminded that you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I notice the small plug in your asshole, and smile. By now I have rolled the sleeves of my shirt up, and in two long strides I am directly in front of you; I can feel your breath on my face. “Bend over that table,” I say. You do without hesitation.
Without a warning, my palm slams into your butt. Its such a perfect shape, round and bouncy, and painfully unmarked. You allow a moan to slip out from between your lips, and throw your head back. I plant a kiss and small nibble on your neck, just above the o-ring necklace that only we know is secretly a collar. You’re mine now. More strikes follow, and each time you push your butt out a little to give me the best angle to best inflict another strike.
Once your ass is nice and rosey, I move closer and drop my
trousers. You shudder in anticipation at the sound, and then shudder some more when you feel me sliding the small steel plug out of your cute asshole. I reach into your bag and pull out the lube. Squirting a generous amount onto both your slightly gaping ass and about four dollops onto my throbbing cock, I rest my head against your rosebud. You groan impatiently and manage to whisper two words in between your slight panting; “please, sir”. Your head turns to look at me and there is desperation in your eyes.
Gently, carefully, I push the head inside of you. I intend to continue being slow, but once the head is inside your ass pulls me deeper inside of you, and I bottom out very quickly. I am now up to my hilt inside your perfect ass, and you let out a guttural and fulfilled moan. “Oooooooh, yes. Thank you, sir.” Slowly, I pull out of you, earning a disgruntled groan of annoyance at not being as full as before. Once only my head remains inside of you, I push back inside a little faster this time. Happier noises are earned from you. We work up a pace, but I am still slightly holding back, letting you grow accustomed to my girth
inside your most private and vulnerable hole.
“Baby, touch your clit. I’m so close.” I can feel your walls squeezing around the base of my cock, eager not to let go, and my whole length is massaged by your ass. Fuck. I pick up the pace. I see you move one hand between your legs where your hand moves furiously. “Babe you know I’m going to cum soon?”
“Oh yes sir, please cum inside me, use me please!” you cry out. I abandon restraint. I move faster, pummelling your ass as I push inside over and over and over. The obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh rings throughout the room. Any students outside will definitely be able to hear us, and the string of moans and curses flowing from your mouth as your ass is plundered and your hand works your clit to climax. I lean forward and nip at your earlobe while moving fast and strong.
“I’m going to cum in your ass. You’re perfect and I love you. Fuck I’m close, I…” my words are almost incoherent.
I grab your hips tighter and pull you down onto my cock as it explodes in a fountain inside your asshole. The sensation and the knowledge force you to the edge as well, and you ask for permission to cum. I wait a few seconds to tease you with the possibility of refusal, before affirming that yes, you may cum around my cock. You shudder and moan and convulse around me, then fall still. Slowly, I draw back out of you and push the plug back inside your sore but content ass. You flash a perfect, beaming, wide smile at me, and I return it, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. We get dressed and walk home, with the plug still inside you to hold my cum in.
Once we return, we strip again, and head for the shower.
The plug is withdrawn and cum drips down the inside of your legs. We shower together, and I remind you what a perfect, good girl you are, while I help wash you. We’re both tired, so it’s best to have some helping hands. I hold you close to me in the shower for some time, enjoying the warmth and contact while the water bounces off our skin and I smell your shampoo. I adore that smell.
We dry ourselves and climb into bed, close skin contact as I slide to be the big spoon to your little. Sleep takes us quickly and our minds and bodies rest.
I love you.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/104bmag/dinner_and_dessert_anal_spanking_public_sir_m22