Not quite a dark corner ...

Your hand on my knee makes me uncross them. The skirt of my dress edges up and my bare thigh brushes against the table cloth. I feel a little exposed, even knowing that I'm hidden by the table. I pull my dress back down trying to cover myself. I look at our companions across the table. They are talking casually, not noticing my reaction. I cannot remember the topic so I just smile and try to listen.
Your fingers ease under my skirt, pulling it upward again. Your fingers run lightly along my inner thigh and I giggle. I put my hand on your arm in a plea for you to stop. Your hand touches my back and I get a look. It is a reminder to behave. I straighten my back, still watching you.
You smile. It is a worrying smile, the smile of a plan. I turn my attention back to the female on my right, who is talking about a movie she saw last week. Your fingers grab my inner thigh and pinch tight. I nearly jump out of my seat. My head whips around and I give you a sharp look. I want to growl at you, but resist the urge. When I look back around the table there are confused looks. I smile brightly.
I am relieved when the music comes back on and the others leave to dance. You move closer to me. I can smell the alcohol on your breath. It is a light smell because you've only been drinking to be sociable. I can also smell you, and it immediately turns me on. I want to push my lips against yours and taste you.
Your hand pushes my legs further apart. I lean back to watch your face. Your fingers brush against the thin material of my panties. I tilt my hips upward and spread my legs further, letting me have better access to my body.
I take a long drink from my glass. "This is supposed to be a challenge," You say in my ear.
I shiver, staring at the liquid in my glass. "I still have to act like a good girl."
Your answers is to slide a finger under the crotch of my panties. "I love how wet you get in public."
I close my eyes and let the music guide my body's movements.
You wet your fingertip just inside of me. I feel you drag it up my slit and then worm it's way inside my hood to press on my clit.
"Your nipples are showing. You are rocking your hips. I don't think you are being a good girl at all."
I open my eyes and look downward at my chest. I shrug a little, reminding myself not to forgo a bra next time.
You slide your free hand across my chest. Your fingers pinch and twist a nipple, making it stand out more. I cry out in pain and pleasure. My arm lifts towards you.
Your finger is rubbing a small tight circle on my clit. "How much more can you take before you lose it?" Your voice is deep in my ear.
I lean over and look at your growing crotch. I read my hand toward it. "How much can you take?"
You grab my hand before it can touch you, pushing it away. "That is against the rules."
I pout a little and think to reply. Before I can you shove three fingers inside of me. I gasp and grip my glass tightly.
You thrust your fingers a few times into me. I am left limp and panting against the chair.
Just as suddenly as you entered me, you exit. Your fingers, wet, wrap around my upper arm.
"What?" I pant, as you stand up, pulling me to my feet.
I grab my drink, gulping the rest down. I decide that you are taking me home to finish this.
We pass our tablemates as they return from the dance floor. "Going for a dance?" the girl asks. I wish I could remember her name. I wish I knew where we were going.
"We'll be right back," you say.
I turn to you. "Where are we going?"
There is no reply. You are half-dragging me, your long legs able to cover much more distance then mine. I'm in heels, stumbling after you.
We enter a darkened corner of the bar. My pussy starts to throb thinking of the possibilities. I've never had sex in such a public place. The threat of being caught imminent. The threat of being watched much more likely. There is a mixture of fear and excitement in my belly. I press my free hand to my middle, trying to calm myself.
A light looms in front of me and we enter a bathroom. There is no line, but there are men using urinals. They glance at us, and I smile a little. Then you push me into a stall and lock the door behind me.
I am shaking a little. But my nerves cannot stop my pussy from soaking through my panties.
Your hands cover my breast, squeezing and pushing them roughly together. Your fingers pinch my nipples through my dress. I decide maybe not wearing a bra was a good idea, after all.
While you work on my breasts, I raise my skirt and remove my panties. I lean my back against the door.
Your eyes are dark as they meet mine. I feel a surge of fear. I distract myself with grappling with your belt, trying to free your cock. My hands are shaking too much and I just bump in knuckles against you.
You push my hands away and put a hand on my shoulders. I sink to the ground on my knees, under pressure of your hand. Your other hand swiftly undoes your belt and pants, and they drop to the floor.
I look up at you with a smile, having all but forgotten where I am. The desire to please you outweighs my modesty, or what little is left of it. I glance around the stall. I fold my hands in my lap and wait patiently.
I am not left waiting long. Your underwear quickly falls around your ankles.
I waste no time moving into you. I open my mouth wide and engulf your hard cock with my mouth. Your hands grip the sides of my head as I take you deep into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock.
You groan and stiffen. I smile at the reaction, and bob my head faster.
My pussy is throbbing. And I hope that you are planning on fucking me, not just getting off in my mouth. The thought is a little satisfying, but my body would still be throbbing. A mixture of frustration and pleasure courses through my body. Stuck in the club, throbbing and unsatisfied. Until we go home and I beg you to fuck me. If I make it home. I might beg you to fuck me in the car, or outside the club.
I sigh and bring my thoughts back to the erection in my mouth.
Your hands have wrapped into my hair and you pull me away. I frown up at you. My frown turns to a whimper when you lift me by my hair. I quickly get my feet under me and stand up in front of you.
You light the skirt around my waist. I breath a sigh of relief, you're going to fuck me.
You put your hands under my butt and lift me a little. Once in position, your cock slides inside of me. I relax more as you fill me up.
I am moaning and panting as you start to thrust into me. I try to bit my bottom lip. I grip your shoulders tightly, a shout announcing my orgasm. I fight to keep my body tense as you start pounding into me. The stall is shaking and I hope it is sturdy.
Your fingers are pinching my butt, your moans in my ear, just for me to hear.
I feel your mouth on my shoulder. A light kiss at first and then I feel teeth. Your body stiffens and the thrusts are shorter. You are no longer holding me up. I drop to the floor and try to get my feet under me. But you collapse against and I am pinned to the door. The cold metal makes me squeal again and I try to push you away.
You stand, pulling your pants back up. I grab my panties and think about getting them back on. But you have already opened the stall door. I stare at the pink material in my hands.
I look at your back which is leaving the bathroom. I drop the panties on the floor and stumble to follow you out.
There is a group of men who are staring at us. They have gathered to listen to me. I am blushing deep red and hurrying toward the darkened club.

Apologies

I apolgize to anyone reading this for not having more up. I've been busy planning my NaNo novel. Which I will likely post bits and pieces of here from time to time. And I've a good deal of other things going on. I almost have my second story ready to go up.

I also apologize for not spell checking the first story. I'll do better in the future. Somehow I do manage to get through the day.

Depravity

I grip my glass, hastily. It splashes against the sides, but doesn't spill over. I look back up to you. You are smiling. You are tense, waiting to put your body in motion. But you wait and watch to see what I do.
I slide my right hand along the inside of my thigh. I trail my fingers against my shaved pussy. A light touch, tracing the outline. I am trying to tease you, but it is more likely that I am teasing you.
I push myself to sitting. I finish the rest of my wine in my glass. My other hand is still between my legs.
You get up and kneel beside me. Your fingers brush mine as you take the glass from me. I shiver and smile up at you. You smile back and I look down. I hear the glass clink down onto the table. And then before I can look back up you push me backwards onto the floor.
Shocked, but ready, I start to pull my hand from between my legs. "No," you say sharply. "Are you wet?"
I shake my head. You stare at me until I meet your eyes. Your eyes are dark and I nod.
I relax on the floor and move my legs further apart. Then, sliding my index finger between the lips of my pussy I feel a few drops of moisture begin to gather. I press my finger harder against my body. With my other hand, I press a fingertip against my clit, the dryness scratching a little.
Your hands are on my breasts, massaging them through the thin material of my tanktop. The nipples harden and shrink, like little buds pressing against the material. You hands are warm on my skin as they slide the straps off my shoulders. My shirt meets my skirt in the middle of my body. I am naked to you, still wearing all of my clothing.
I watch as your index finger and thumb grab a nipple and pinch. I moan and twist. I push a finger inside of myself, as I am well lubricated. I tell you so in whispered gasps.
You pull my nipples away from my body. They stretch further then I think possible. And when the pain is exquisite and I am ready to lift myself up off the floor, the nipples slide from your fingers. You repeat the sequence again. First pinching and rolling them between your fingers and then pulling them.
I am moaning. The pain coursing to my pussy. I am dripping from it. I shove two more fingers inside of myself, thrusting them quickly in and out.
My back arches and my body tenses. I let out a scream. The waves of orgasm overcome me. My body convulses from the inside, I can feel it around my fingers still pushed inside my pussy.
I lay on the floor shuddering, suddenly feeling cold. You have removed your hands from me, but are still near. I lift my trembling hands and place my fingers on your lips. I wet your lips with my juices.
You relax backwards against the sofa, watching me. You take a drink from the bottle. When you remove it from you mouth you stare at it for a few moments.
I edge myself up to get another drink and try to figure out what you are planning. There is a smile on your face that worries me. You push me back down and kneel before me. The bottle is between your knees as you forward and put your hands on my knees. You push my legs apart and edge yourself between them to keep them where you place them.
You pick the bottle back up and swirl the liquid inside. I gasp and my body locks up. I want to move away and beg you not to follow through. But I know these actions are pointless, you are going to do it anyway. I want whatever you are going to do to me, the pain and the pleasure.
I watch your face as you drink from the bottle again. You are nearly laughing at me. Instead of running away, as my body tells me I should, I open my legs wider.
I try to relax, staring at the ceiling, focusing on a spot there. The opening of the bottle is cold against my vulva. I tense for a moment. Then you press it slowly inside of me. My body tenses reflexively. I focus on that spot harder and relax again.
You press the bottle deeper. I gasp as the cold glass stretches me. The bottle is quickly warmed by my body and it's fluids. I being to moan as I stretch around the neck.
I start to move my hips, fucking the bottle. You thrust it slightly in and out. You push it deep and then remove it. You take a drink from the bottle. I sit up, hoping for some of the liquid. My mouth is dry from my earlier orgasm. I put on my best begging look as I stare at you.
You press the bottle to my lips and tip it upward. I gulp down the warm liquid, coughing as it burns my throat. A little dribbles down my chin and drips onto my chest. You pull the bottle away and your hand on my chest pushes me downward again.
I lick my lips and taste myself there. I am panting as I move my legs apart. You waste no time pushing the bottle inside of me again. It is hard and unmoving, forcing my body to adjust to it. You use it to fuck me again.
I am begging for more, but you remove the bottle for another drink. "Please fuck me."
You raise your eyebrows.
"Fuck me with the bottle. Fuck me hard."
You smile and drop the bottle between my legs. You push it inside me, this time thrusting it deep in me. You use it to me fuck me, until I am shaking and moaning. I am lifting my hips to meet your thrusts.
You pull the bottle out and press it to my lips. I shake my head, refusing to drink. I am frustrated. I was very close to coming.
You tilt the bottle upward. I open my mouth, trying to catch the wine. I am too late and spills over me. You laugh and take another drink. Your laugh is teasing and makes me swat out at you.
I push myself to sitting and reach for the bottle. I wrap my fingers around it, but you refuse to let go. I continue to pull until you wink at me and let go. I tilt the bottle up, aiming it toward my mouth, but find it is empty and not very enticing.
I feel dizzy, so with a tight grip on the bottle I lay back down. I look up at you, wondering what I should do next and find that you are standing up. You have removed your shirt and are now undoing your belt.
I think about standing but realize I am far too drunk to manage. Instead I press my fingers against my breasts. I massage lightly, feeling the nipples harden.
Your legs press on the inside of mine. You are kneeling between my legs. Your erection is pointing straight towards me. I lift my hips, trying to get my pussy near your cock.
Your fingers grip my nipples with a pinch. You roll them between your fingers roughly. I start to moan and move impotently, begging silently.
I open my eyes and find you are smiling at me while creating a slow torture.
"Please fuck me?" My voice is hoarse and quiet. "What?"
"Fuck me?" It is a question.
"Come on say it." Your voice is loud and commanding.
"Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard. And deep. And fast. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." My voice grows louder with each word.
"Sure."
I mumble frustrations to myself, my hips still thrusting toward you.
You adjust yourself so your cock is rubbing against my pussy lips. It teases me for a while, as I grow more frustrated. I try hard not to voice my frustrations, but I cannot help begging silently.
Then you suddenly shove your cock inside of me. And I realize you are as impatient as me, but teasing me and making me beg is often more important than the pleasure of sex. Besides for you, the pleasure will always come. I always want to make you come.
I am moaning. My hands and nails claw at the rug under me.
"You are thrusting deep and hard. But your movements are controlled. "Fuck me faster. Harder. I want to feel you come." I lift my legs and wrap them around you.
I feel your control start to break. You thrust deeper and faster. My back is starting to move against the rug, scraping my skin. Your body presses against mine and I feel the air being squeezed out of my lungs.
I come first, yelling my pleasure. My body becomes limp and I relax downward. I watch you as you fuck me, enjoying the sensations and view. Even the feeling as my back scratches against the rug, I know that I will have a burn there and it will remind me for a week about fucking a wine bottle.
I am a little relieved when I feel your body tense. I feel you shaking a little as you come inside of me. And then you let your body fall beside me. I gasp for air, my body returning to homeostasis. I feel better as I can breathe deeply again. My back aches as I turn over. But I feel like something is missing. I feel like something is missing inside of me.