Unexpectedly she stands and yanks me up with her. She drags me to the dance floor and starts gyrating her round ass into my crotch. She grips my hips and pulls me close as her curvy body undulates to the music. The dance lessons have definitely helped. I’m glad I insisted on them. I only wish there was a pole in our hotel room for her to demonstrate her new-found talent. I lean down into her neck and lick her salty skin and bite her earlobe. Her hands find my hair and mine slide up her thighs and under her dress, squeezing her fleshy ass. It’s as if we’re in our own little world as we dry fuck on the dance floor and I pull Isa’s hips into my hardened dick and grind against her ass. She reaches back and grips me firmly, stroking me through my pants, and no one gives us two glances.
Hot damn, Isa is one sexy little plaything. I turn her around and crush her with my arms as I hold her close. My fist tangles in her hair and I tug hard so I have access to her throat. Isa cries out when I lick and suck at her jawline and neck with all my might. She unzips my slacks and thrusts her hand into the opening and proceeds to jack me off in the middle of the crowded room. I press my mouth onto hers and kiss her deep, forcing her to accept my tongue as I assault the wet recesses of her mouth.
“Please, please fuck me, Master,” she whines into my mouth.
I remove her hand from my pants, zip them up, and haul her to the back of the bar and into the men’s restroom, relieved that the lights are dim so no one can see the wet precome spot on the front of my pants. We find an available stall and I shove Isa into it roughly. My need to be inside Isa is so all-consuming, I swear to fucking Almighty I could cream myself right at this moment. I push her onto the toilet seat and she tears at my pants aggressively, yanking my cock out of my briefs and engulfing it in her impatient mouth.
“That’s it, pussycat, let me fuck this beautiful face,” I grunt out, holding her hair back and pushing her head down onto my engorged dick.
Isa rests her hands on my thighs and her eyes meet mine, our gaze never wavering while I deep throat her. She pulls back, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick and I thrust into her throat again making her gag, but she throats all nine inches of me like a pro. Her eyes start to water and drool runs down her chin, and she’s never looked more alluring than she does right now.
“This mouth is mine to fuck, do you hear me? All mine,” I growl as I guide her mouth up and down my shaft.
I force myself all the way to the back of her tight throat and hold her head there. Isa takes her hands off of my thighs and holds them behind her back in a submissive pose, demonstrating her total trust in me. Seeing her surrender herself to me so completely damn near makes me juice in her greedy mouth so I pull out quickly. Isa inhales deeply and sputters as she catches her breath. I jerk her off the seat, bend her over in front of me and peel her panties off, tossing them to the floor. Kneeling down behind her, I plunder her ass with my tongue and finger fuck her dripping cunt.
Voices can be heard outside the bathroom stall and several people’s shoes can be seen under our door as they try to get a look through the stall door opening at the debauchery that's taking place. Isa squeals out when I tug at her hot, swollen pearl and she reaches back and pulls my hair in response. I hope they’re enjoying the sounds of our sinful self-indulgence.
“Fuck me with that big dick already,” she pants out.
Who am I to deny my horny little submissive? I stand behind her and plunge into her, fucking her relentlessly. She rests one of her feet onto the stool and braces her hands against the sides of the stall, tilting her ass up and giving me complete access to the depths of her pussy as I slam into her over and over.
“Oh, God, please, please…” she screams out.
“Not God; Master,” I bark.
“Yes, Master. Fuck me harder!”
I spin her around, wrench her dress and bra down under her tits and bury my face in them. I bite and pluck at the tight buds of her pink nipples, then pull one of them to a point with my teeth harshly. Isa shrieks out and slaps my face hard and tugs at my hair, dragging my mouth away from her overabundant breast. My cheek blazes with heat from the brutal contact and my cock strains. My little angel likes it rough, does she?
“You want it rough, huh?” I snap, grabbing her by the jaw and shaking her face.
I smash her body against the wall of the stall and lift her high, hiking her legs over my shoulders. She locks her ankles behind my neck and I stab into her pussy again, making her screech from the depth of my penetration.
“That’s it; fuck your Master’s cock. Love it. Own it.”
“Ahh, Master. Ahh, ahh” is all Isa can stammer out with her eyes tightly shut.