The Period of Coronavirus: A Current Situation
Following months of covid lockdown, we're eagerly anticipating a wild night out to unwind. I casually mention to you in the morning, right before leaving for work, to meet me at a local bar after its closure. I suggest you dress provocatively since I intend to make our evening remarkable. To my delight, you delightedly concur.
As the day draws to a close, I unexpectedly find myself delayed by around twenty-five minutes, and consequently, I arrive at the bar to discover you already there, imbibing in its lively atmosphere. You're showcasing your charm, wit, and irresistible energy through your laughter and interactions with strangers. A pack of six attractive male college students aged under twenty-two surrounds you, obliviously lured by your stunning looks and alluring personality.
Hoping to catch some action during the early evening, these young university students are enthusiastically flirting with you. Your legs, elegantly cladded in a barely-there skirt, are the center of attention for them. You're perched on an elevated stool, struggling to contain your flowing skirt, which is partly attributed to the height and angle of your seat.
While observing the scene unfold from a distance, I seize a spot at the farthest end of the bar, watching you and your admirers for a while. These men are increasingly tactile, eliciting unrequired physical contact and sexual advances. Frankly speaking, you seem to be thoroughly enjoying the undue attention you're receiving. You even periodically glance at me, prolonging the anticipation with your mischievous, toothy smile.
As the crowd grows more inebriated with each passing moment, these college boys' frantic attempts at conversing with you become progressively intimate. Their hands sneakily caress you in forbidden spaces, which you habitually discourage when not under the influence.
Consuming copious amounts of alcohol and shots, these boys dose you generously, further impairing your inhibitions. The inappropriate touching escalates into more than mere harmless contact; it is now evident that they're attempting to explore you more intimately. You appear to be relishing this reminder of your vulnerability.
I've had enough and order another Corona. As I'm about to enter the bathroom, I text you to meet me while I wait patiently at its entrance. Once you arrive, your eyes widen in trepidation, sensing the gentle tug on your hair. As I yank you by your hair, you let out a startled cry. I guide you into the handicapped stall, ready for what's to come.
I shut the door, and you possibly anticipate my wrath for your misconduct. However, I calmly urge you to remove your soaked panties. They're unnervingly skimpy, and you promptly respond to my order.
I repeatedly insist that you smell your crotch and describe the scent. "Very sweet, Sir," you obediently respond. Following this, I instruct you to orally clean the soaked fabric, exhibiting your readiness to submit to me. I then check your wetness with my fingertips and am surprised to find your cunt deeply moist.
Intrigued, I inquire, "You're this wet because you desire those six young men at the bar?"
Sadly looking down, you admit, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
Beneath me, I encourage you to re-position yourself with one leg on the handrail attached to the wall, and I continue to drink the last drops of my drink and place the bottle in front of you. I command, "If you wish to act like a slut, you'll be treated as such. If you want to cum, you'll need to use this bottle to relieve yourself and only have five minutes to do so. Additionally, you're strictly forbidden from using the slimmer end of the bottle for your task. Instead, you must insert the thick base of this bottle into your vagina. I desire you to endure the burning sensation deep within you."
I steal your underwear and touch your legs to gather the wetness covering them. Then I stuff them in your mouth as a gag. You shout loudly, and I inform you, "You better hurry; you only have four and a half minutes left!" You start moving back and forth on the big side of the bottle, trying your hardest to get the huge dildo to reach your spot.
I tell you how disgusting you seem and how desperate you must be to cum, with the bravery to fuck yourself in front of me like this. As you keep pressing and thrusting the dildo, I announce three minutes have passed. Finally, you manage to insert the thick bottle into you with a deep breath of satisfaction. You struggle to balance on one high heel while the other is propped up on the railing to help open you up fully.
Your hand moves rapidly now, and the bottle isn't meeting much resistance as it commonly enters and exits you. Your eyelids are closed, and you moan softly, muffled by your wet panties in your mouth.
I move behind you and raise your skirt gently. I aim carefully and land a strong, forceful palm strike on your butt, making a loud noise throughout the entire restroom. I repeat this multiple times as you attempt to focus on enjoying the dildo to orgasm, but the burning and stinging of your butt is hard to ignore. You yell out in pleasure, even with the panties in your mouth, with each hit.
I tell you to speed up since you only have one minute left. Your hand is zooming now, and your other hand lets go of the rail occasionally to reach down and stimulate your clit. You're becoming incredibly frustrated because you need your clit rubbed steadily to truly climax, but you can't rub it for an extended period of time.
I move in front of you now, staring into your eyes, and without warning, I slap your face, saying, "Thirty seconds." You look vulnerable and desperate, needing to cum but unable to achieve it. You're attempting so hard to climax but can only satisfy yourself throttling the bottle.
You're so close as I count down from, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. STOP!" You can't believe it; you were almost there but couldn't manage to hit the climax and now you appear distressed! You detach the bottle and give it to me cautiously.
The bottle is now completely covered in your thick creamy pussy juice! It looks insanely delectable, and I consider forcing you to lick it all clean for me. However, you look so devastated that I feel you've endured enough at this point. You start bawling and pleading for me to let you climax; pleading for me to help you climax. I say, "You had your opportunity. Perhaps tomorrow, we can try again." I tell you, "Give me your panties and gather yourself. We're returning home now, so I can torture you further before bed."
Another day comes.
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