Men's Room

I'm sitting in the bar, watching the fruitful and occasionally fruitless flirting happening around me. You've left me for a while now, because you need to see who's interested in a game. By now, I'm engaged in the same games - the glances, the quick smiles, the eyes running over their bodies.

My phone rings. "I'm calling from the men's room. Get here now," you tell me, and I balance on my heels while trying to gracefully slide the barstool back. I'm nothing if not trying to be graceful. Once arranged, I stride to the back of the room, carefully working both of my walks. I know this pleases you, my ability to have a forward walk, for those who see me approach, and a backwards walk, for those who see me exit. It's not easy to combine the two, but I manage.

I never question entering the men's room. I know better than to react. You're leaning against a closed stall, against that door. In front of you are mirrors and urinals. "Get down," you tell me, and I drop to my knees. There are men in there and they almost pull away from their business to watch me obey your command. I hope that they don't get too distracted; I know what this will mean.

You love showing me off. I love performing for you, even when it embarrasses me. Using just my mouth, I unbutton your pants and start pulling them down. I can smell your body now, and I lose my inhibitions are I get closer to your cock. Teeth first, I pull you into my mouth. The first taste of you is intoxicating; I sigh some as I feel you, so familiar and perfect, in me.

Suddenly I become aware of a pair of eyes watching me. I hear him inhale, deeply, and then start laughing. My self-awareness comes back and I pull away from you. "Don't you dare, my girl," you say to me, yet at the same time I can feel you stand a bit taller, and I know what you're threatening.

"Jealous?" you bark over my body to this miscreant. "If you'd only shown some respect, you might'd had her too." Grateful, I lean closer to your body and being to pull your cock deep into my throat. Thank you for defending me, I think, as I suck you in as deeply as I can. For my work in being grateful, I will earn you inside my cunt. For now, I love running my tongue over you, using my suction to entice you, and when you come in me, I feel marked by you. Marked as yours.