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You look around the bar, bored with music and people. You play with the straw in your soda; you wanted to try to not drink tonight, but that seems the direction your night is going in. You look down at the ring on your finger; maybe you should take it off…just for the night. It won’t be a big deal, right?
"Here, ma'am." You look up to the bartender sliding a neat whiskey towards you. "A gift from that redheaded woman at that table," he tells you before making his way to a different patron. You look over your shoulder; you lock eyes with a stunning woman. Her deep blue eyes stare into you. You give her a small wave, practically begging her to talk to you even if she won’t see it that way. You look away; that simple black shirt showing off her collarbones and gold chain could slip you out of your dress easily. My god, how would your legs look over those strong shoulders?
"Here alone, beautiful?” she asks in a sultry tone that makes your back tingle. You look to your left; she’s leaning against the bar; her hands crossed in front of her. God, those hands, those slender, strong fingers that could ruin you.
"It seems I am." You straighten your posture and watch her take a seat on the stool beside you. She holds out her hand for you to shake, which you accept.
"I'm Cassie; it’s a pleasure to be in your presence." You let out a soft laugh. Oh, what a charmer she is. You let go and take the whiskey she so generously got you. Her eyes shift to your hand, you notice. "Oh, I’m sorry. Are you married?” She asks with concern
You put your drink down and slowly take your ring off, not looking away. She looks shocked but so intrigued. You lean forward and smile at her.
"No, not tonight," you whisper as she smiles back at you. You don’t feel regret but the need for this woman to do unspeakable things to you.
"Really? What would your husband say?” she asks with fake concern, her hand raised to her exposed chest. You drop the ring into your purse. Who needs that when you have a chain that your fingers can be tangled in.
"I don’t care what he would say, I care about what you’re going to do about it." Her eyes widen, and she crosses her legs. She can’t be that easy, can she? "He must be one sad ass man for you to be so quick to throw him to the side," she retorts, leaning closer to you; you can feel the heat coming from her. God, it’s so hard to look away from her. You feel your neck get hot with anticipation.
“Is he not pleasing you?” she asks, slightly biting her lip.
"Not how I know you could." You lower your stare to her hips; how does she taste? How would she rock her hips against your face to get off?
She takes your hand in hers.
"Let me take you home, please? ” she begs you; oh, how you would love nothing more than for her to grab you by the throat and to bend you over this damn bar. You nod your head; she leads you to her car. The cold leather cools your burning skin. She keeps her hand tight on your thigh. As if you would ever want to leave her grasp. Your heart is thumping against its cage, just pleading to be released into her mouth. You look at her; her jaw is tightened. You squeeze your thighs together, letting the tips of her fingers be trapped between. You watch a smile form on her face. What a good night to be ‘single’.
She practically pulls you up the stairs to her apartment. The moment the door shuts, it's chaos. Her lips meet yours, and you grab her face. You feel her hands grope at you in a manner you didn't know you were craving. You manage to knock off your heels before she makes her way to the back of your dress. Unzipping it, you two part, gasping for air. She lifts you up by your thighs and walks to her sofa, where she throws you down, knocking the breath out of you. You haven’t completely gathered yourself before she’s pulling your dress off of you.
A pathetic whimper leaves you as you watch the ravishing sight in front of you. You’re almost naked while she’s completely clothed; the vulnerability that washes over you is exhilarating. She gets on the couch and crawls towards you. As she hovers over you, that gold chain falls on your chest. You look down to admire it, but she uses her finger to lift up your chin.
"Look at me while I defile you; I need you to see it," she husks out. You nod as she kisses you, taking your tongue into her mouth. You feel her rub against your cunt through your lace underwear. You gasp into her mouth, bucking your hips up. You can feel her smile before she starts to pull them down. Her fingers are so cold against you; it’s a freezing sensation, bringing you nothing short of complete desperation.
"Fuck-Cass, please—" you whine into her mouth as you grind onto her hand; she pulls her mouth from you, which leaves you confused. She gets off on top of you and gets on her knees in front of the couch. She takes off her top, leaving her in a simple black bra. You sit up, slipping off your underwear from your ankles, then your bra. She watches as you do; once you're done, she uses her hand to lean you back against the couch. Your breath hitches as she grabs your legs, putting them on her shoulders. You can’t help but watch her lean into you; her breath against your cunt makes you whine.
"Mm, you’re so wet...” She looks at you before licking you with the flat of her tongue. “How sweet you are, pretty girl," she mumbles into you; you can feel every vibration.
"Shut up and eat," you moan but hold eye contact with her. She continues to tongue your clit. The roughness makes you squirm, but she grips your legs and holds you in place. You feel the circles she’s making on you. You can’t help but run your hands through her pretty red hair. You grip it, making sure it’s also out of her way; you didn’t want her to stop for no reason. Every pant and groan she makes into you is hot and loud.
“Cass—faster." You grind yourself against her; you feel her tongue against your hole and her nose grinding against your clit. The stimulation starts to overwhelm you as she roughly licks every part of you. You gasp for air in between moans; you feel the heat building in your hips. You continue to rock yourself against her as you cum, though she doesn’t stop; she laps up your cum, cleaning everything coming from you, and you yelp out from the sensitivity. "Baby," you whimper, pleading with her to have some mercy on your swollen clit.
"How was that, Hm?” she asks you, licking her lips as she gets up from the floor. She’s undoing her pants and pulling them down, exposing a harness over her briefs. You look at her with excitement.
"Mm, it was okay. What else do you got?” you tease. Which you don’t regret at all as she hoists you over her shoulder and down the wall. You catch a glimpse of a framed photo on the wall. Cassie, a young boy, and a woman. How naughty of her to ridicule you for her late-night antics while she does the same. The door to the bedroom is already open, you look around the dim room only illuminated by a lamp in the corner.
She drops you on the bed; before walking to a dresser, which you assume is where you’ll find your 'punishment.' You watch her attach the dildo to the harness, biting your lip in desperation. You move up on the bed and lie flat on your back.
“Ready for me, doll?” She asks, positioning herself above you, and you can feel the tip brush against your already wet and sensitive cunt. You grab her hips and pull her closer.
"How needy you are, can’t even wait for me to put it in you?” She smirks and obligingly presses into you, whining and nodding your head in desperation.
"Fuck—yes, fuck me," she teases you, pulling it out before it can even go all the way in. You look at her and whine, "Cass, please? "I'll be good, just fill me up," you beg her, tightening your grip on her hips. She just tilts her head at you as if she’s asking if that’s what you really want. You whisper to her, your last resort. “Please, Mommy?" Your face is on fire and so are your hips. You need it and you get it.
She thrusts into you harshly; you feel yourself being filled in an instant. You let out a loud moan, feeling every thrust she sends into you. You move your hands from her neck and wrap them around her neck, pulling her towards you. You kiss her cheek and ear in between moans. You know it's tearing her up as she continues to pile drive into you. As if every whimper and whine gets a reward from her. She uses her right arm to prop herself up and her left hand to grope your body. She makes her way to your tit and massages it; your head gets foggy from pleasure. You let out disgusting noises as she plays with your nipple.
"Fuck, baby, you’re so good," she huffs into your ear as she continues to toy with you. You can’t even respond to her as she goes faster. Your back arches, knowing you’ll come soon.
"Cassie, please fill me up, I’m so close—" you’re able to croak out. She sits up and places both of her pretty hands on your throat, squeezing as she fucks you like you're in heat. You become dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but it pushes you over the edge. Letting out a strained moan, your legs shake and your cunt spasms as you come over her clear cock. She doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you, letting you ride out your orgasm. Moments pass before she does stop; slowly pulling out, she lets go of your neck. You gasp for air; you turn to your side, letting out a strained cough.
"Fuck—are you okay, babe?” Cassie asks, leaning over to pat your back. You give her a thumbs up with a smile.
"Damn, Cass, that was good." You lean over to your nightstand, grabbing your water bottle before having a good chug of it. When you had suggested this to her last week, she had laughed, saying she wasn't sure she'd be able to get through the night without breaking character. “I told you you had it in you."
She laughs before giving you a nod. “Yeah yeah, it was fun, I'll admit." She moves to the side of the bed, sitting on the edge of it as she takes the harness off. “Wearing this under those tight jeans was definitely not helping me want to get us back home, though." She slides it off of her and tosses it to the side of the room, handing you the dildo.
"Yeah, that was definitely a surprise." You take a wipe from the nightstand and clean it, getting rid of the evidence of your fun. “And really, my husband?” you laugh, putting it away in the drawer and shutting it.
"I thought it was funny." She kisses you, pulling you back down on the bed. She grabs a blanket beside her and pulls it over the two of you. Leaning into her embrace, you sigh; she's always so warm. "You're the one who kept it on anyways, thought it would make it more fun," she whispers against your hair, rubbing her face against your head.
"Mmm, it was on purpose; I just didn't think you'd turn me into a straight woman." You turn to your side, letting her spoon you completely. Grabbing her hand, you rub the veins poking out of them.
“You could've been bi, though we didn't talk as much as I thought we would.” She mumbles in the way she usually does when she’s tired. It was late, around 3am, though you aren't sure.
"Shhh, it was still fun,” you laugh, scooting backwards closer to her. Your eyes feel heavy. “I love you," you say, closing them.
"I love you too."