I obeyed him, the promises of what he could do to my body far greater than my sense of reasoning, and so straightened my back and firmly held my spread thighs. I look back up at him.

He stalked towards me unhurriedly, like I was his prey, taking his sweet time to scout me out. He seemed to enjoy my body’s reaction to every move he made, as every step he took only heightened my anticipation.

He stopped in front of me, and I had to throw my head back to look at his face. Damn, how tall was he? Six feet? Seven feet?

“You are not a minor, are you?” He asked out of the blue.

I knew I was five three, but did I really look that smallish?

“No,” I responded. I had intended the answer to come out with a lot more resolution, but it came out as a mewl instead. “I am twenty-three.”

“Good!” was all he said, and he pulled me to my feet and crashed his lips on mine.

I relaxed as I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his lips leisurely massaging mine and his tight grip on my waist. My bones melted. He tasted even better than I had imagined him to. Like honey dipped in alcohol, refreshing yet intoxicating.

One hand found my neck and encircled it, applying just the right amount of pressure while he kissed me slowly, taking his precious time. His tongue ran across my lower lip, seeking entrance. I obliged, shivering when his tongue touched mine. He sucked on it, crushing me to his body, like I was not close enough.

I felt fly. How could a stranger make me feel this way?

With a chaste kiss, his mouth trailed down to the base of my neck and nibbled on the spot. My legs turned to jelly and I struggled to stand. Thankfully, his strong arms held me up, holding me in place as he continued his assault on my neck.

When I was a hot quivering mess, he licked up my neck, feather like, to my ear. Kissing and biting on the lobe, he said, “Your legs can’t hold you up any longer and I have not even touched you yet..” His hands grabbed my ass and he slapped one cheek.

I yelped and stifled a moan. His voice and his words. Damn. I stared at him with lust filled eyes and a dripping cunt. I was a needy woman and I did not fail to show him just how much.

He smirked and suddenly, I was in the air. He had lifted me and gently dropped me on the water tank, then he sat on the toilet lid in between my spread legs.

He sucked down my tummy, his tongue teasing my piercing while his fingers pinched on my nipples. I shivered.

“Your body…is gorgeous.” He whispered, the compliment resounding through me. “...and you are so fucking sensitive.”

I nodded, holding tightly unto the tank, maintaining eye contact and breathing heavily as I felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath when he nested his head between my thighs, blowing hot air on my pussy.

And without any more preambles, he licked his tongue up my cunt, causing me to moan loudly.

“Aren’t you such a slut? You are wet and dripping for me,” He drawled out, his voice husky and lazy. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he lapped my clit slightly and then went on to kneading my boobs and stroking my aroused nipples at the same time.

I jumped when his tongue soon found my hole, plunging into it and fucking me with short jabs, his assault on my breast not relenting one minute. I grabbed his thick curls for dear life as I rode his tongue ferociously, my screams resonating in the stall.

“Yes yes. Just like that, Clint. Do not stop please,” I cried, my eyes shut tight as I reeled in the pleasure.

“You like that? You want more?” He replaced his tongue with three fingers, pumping into my pussy hard and fast. “Yea baby. Ride those fingers like you own them. Fuck. You are so beautiful.”

His lips enclosed my pink bud, sucking hard on it while I pulled on his hair, his fingers in me going at lightning speed. Fuck. I felt my eyes roll behind my head as I experienced orgasm after orgasm.

I screamed as I felt another climax coming. “Oh my God, Clint.” I held onto him, my body spasming.

He kissed my pussy and then retracted his hand from my slick core. I saw stars when I opened my eyes again. Clint had sat upright, licking his fingers clean of my juice.

That was hot. I nibbled on my lips.

I started to reach for my pants when he caught my hand midway, his firm eyes pinning me with their intimidation.

"And who says I am done with you yet?" He questioned.

He was not done with me? What did that mean? I did not think he was going to fuck me in this tiny toilet, but honestly, I was up for anything he had to offer.

Totally anything.

"Turn around for me and bend over," Clint demanded.

I climbed down the tank and ambled over to the sink to do as he had instructed. The anticipation of what he was about to do sent a faint blush up my cheek. I was so hot and ready for this man.

My cunt was open and on display, letting him see my liquid wetness running down my inner thighs. He brushed my swollen clit gently, teasingly, and I shuddered from the small touch.

"I need you. I need your dick inside me."

I heard his zipper coming off, and he slapped my breasts. Both of them jiggled slightly at the force, and a faint hue of pink coated them.

"You would take whatever I give to you. Understood?"

I nodded quickly, too turned on to even speak. He grabbed his dick and positioned it at my entrance, sliding his length up and down my wetness and teasing me wantonly until my legs felt weak from the torture.

“How bad do you want it?” He asked.

“Clint, please.” I begged.

He gripped my hair and pulled my head up until I was resting on his shoulders, my torso perfectly arched.

“It’s daddy to you. Understood?” He growled in my ear, two fingers on my clit. And i could have had an orgasm right there just from the dominating look in his eyes and that command alone.

"Yes, daddy," I breathed. "Please…please fuck me daddy.”

His first thrust was hard and brutal, like the ripping of a bandage and I screamed at the sudden fullness. “Ahhhh…oh my god.”

"Take it like a good girl." He grunted as he started to move inside me. His grip on my hair had not lessened and his assault on my sensitive bud had not relented, as he fucked me too hard.

“Your pussy is so tight and wet for me….Such a good girl.” He bit down my neck.

I tried to stay silent as he fucked me, yet groans escaped me at the feeling of his cock inside me.

"Please, D…daddy." My whimper ended in a moan. I could not yet decide if I hated his rough thrusts and how he took me or if I enjoyed it.

"What is it?" he asked, not once stopping his harsh thrusts. My whole body rocked forward every time he slammed inside me.

"Please slow down."

Slapping my ass with both hands, he kept me in place as he pumped into me with great speed. "You do not get to decide that."

The damp air was thick with sweat and my arousal and I held onto the sink, my insides about to burst from the heightening sensations.

Clint found my clit and pinched it hard. I yelled out the fresh pain, and my body tensed for a second.

"You are not allowed to cum."

"B…but I need to," I whimpered breathlessly, feeling lightheaded as he slammed into me from behind.

He smacked my ass. "What you need to do is to follow my orders." Then he leaned over and whispered in my ears. "Show me you can be a good girl."

Clint wrecked my pussy as he continued to slam inside. He pulled out when he neared his orgasm, spilling his sperm all over my ass cheeks until the last drop.

He finally released my ass and dragged up his pants. Our laboured breathing filled the store while I basked in the euphoria of the just-concluded activity

“As long as I would like to stay here with you all night, we have to go now. The games would have ended by now.” Clint threw me off my thoughts.

Oh shit. I instantly remembered we were at the golf course. I had totally forgotten.

“Right,” I responded, none of us making an effort to move as we just gazed at each other. Do I kiss him? To engage him in another mind-blowing session. This time with me doing the giving. My eyes glanced at his shorts and saw the bulge still prominent.

When I wanted to make a move on him, Clint stood and adjusted his shorts. He smirked down at me, like he had known what I was about to do and had succeeded in foiling my plans. I gave him an innocent smile.

“You should get yourself cleaned and dressed now. See you around, Kiera.” He said as he unlocked the door and walked out, ensuring to shut it behind him.

I stared after him, and after a beat, I slipped on my clothes. My ponytail had loosened and I had forgotten to bring my purse along with me when I rushed into the bathroom. It would have helped with an extra hair band and makeup to retouch my look.

Welp! I had to improvise.

I washed my face clean of my smeared make up and raked my fingers through my auburn mid length waves. Nodding at my reflection in the mirror, I strutted out the restroom.

True to his words, the game had ended. Papa was not around the field or lobby, and neither was Clint. I found my way to the garage and located my father’s car. He sat in the driver’s seat, worry etched on his face.

“Is everything alright, Kiera?” He asked as soon as I slipped into the car.

I kissed his cheek. “Yes, Papa. I am sorry to have kept you waiting. I had running stomach. Did you see my purse?”

I asked, switching the topic.

“Yea. Back seat,” he replied as he turned on the ignition. “Would you like us to stop at the med store? Pick something for your running stomach?” He asked.

“No, Papa.” I leaned on the window, looking at the dark sky. “I only need a good night’s sleep.” I added, my mind running with thoughts of Clint Homer and how to see him again.