“It seems a little weird to me,” he said, throwing his right arm behind the passenger seat and turning his head as he backed the car into the garage, “paying a dollar to dance with the bride or groom, it just seems like another ploy to get more out of your guests. We came to your wedding, we bought you a gift, now in order to get some attention from you, we have to spend more money?”
“Meh,” I replied as I undid my seat belt and gathered my black wrap and handbag, “It’s only a dollar. And they’re newlyweds. They just spent however many thousands of dollars on the biggest party of their lives. If they make an extra twenty bucks off some guests who want to dance with them, who cares?”
He stopped the car, put it in park and turned the key to cut the engine, pressing the black remote resting in the cup holder on the console to shut the garage door.
“You’re right, it just seems odd,” he said, opening his door. I opened my door as well, and we each got out.
“I’ve been to a lot of weddings,” I said as I smoothed my dress down, “Each one is different somehow. Aren’t you going to put the top up?”
“Nah, it’s fine. Or maybe I’m just jealous that you danced with other people,” he said with his eyebrows slightly raised as he shut the driver’s side door.
“Oh dahling,” I shut my door. “You know I only have eyes for you.” I batted my eyelashes at him as I walked around the front of the car.
He bounced his keys in his palm and narrowed his eyes as I stopped in front of him.
“If only your eyes were all I had to worry about.”
The garage door shut with a slight gravelly crunch and I lightly smacked his leg with my handbag.
“Oh please,” I started toward the door leading into the house. “Honestly, I wish I could remember what Emily and I talked about, I just thought it was fun to have her all to myself for a part of a song—you coming?”
I looked back at him. He was leaning against the car, hands in his suit pockets, staring at me.
“Are bakırköy escort you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine,” he answered as he straightened up, “I just decided I want you to pull up your dress and put your hands right here,” he gestured to the top of the driver’s side door.
My breath caught in my throat and the overhead light went out.
“Here? Now?” I asked, suddenly aware of the musty aromas of oil and wood.
He tilted his head. “You know, it’s funny, because I’m not sure how anything I just said was unclear.”
“Okay,” I whispered, balling my wrap and my handbag together and placing them on a nearby shelf with some cardboard boxes.
He stepped toward the back of the car, making room for me. I had begun to tremble, but focused on the way the glow of the outside security lights streamed through the garage door windows, shifting in the metal and paint of the car as I moved toward it. I saw myself, a distorted figure growing bigger with each clack of my heel on the concrete floor.
I gathered the bottom half of my dress and pulled it up, pinning it between my right hand and the top of the car door. I let my left had rest by the side mirror and leaned forward. I felt goosebumps raise on my butt cheeks and the tops of my thighs where my garter belt and thong left skin exposed. I stared at the gleam of the black leather interior.
“Like this?” I asked.
“Honestly,” he sighed as he stepped behind me. “You’d think you’d never done this before. Take your panties off, lift your dress up, and bend over with your hands on the car.”
I straightened up, allowing my dress to fall, reaching underneath it to get my thong off.
“I followed instructions,” I muttered, “You weren’t that specific.”
I worked my thong down over my stockings and heels, glancing at him. He had taken off his jacket and was rolling up his sleeves, shaking his head.
“You are such a brat sometimes,” he growled.
I beşiktaş escort dropped my thong on the driver’s seat, gathered up the bottom half of my dress again, put my hands on the car, and stepped back, bending over.
“I just want credit for following directions,” I mumbled.
I heard a loud smack as his palm connected with my left butt cheek.
My body jolted and I cried out. His hand lingered, fingertips lightly brushing the spot he’d just hit.
“That’s for mocking my jealousy,” he purred.
“I didn’t mean-“
I was cut off by another hit on my right butt cheek.
“That’s for arguing with me,” he stated as he caressed the spot he just hit.
His hand pulled away, and I tensed at the possibility of an incoming hit. I pursed my lips, deciding not to finish my sentence. He chuckled and hit me again, making me wince and gasp.
“That’s for knowing better, but making me spell it out for you anyway.” His fingers lingered.
“What’s so funny?” he snarled, taking his hand away.
I stared at the floor, trying to imagine the look on his face.
“I just get the feeling that we could be here all night with you justifying each hit.”
He spanked me three times in quick succession, the stings causing me to make little yipping noises and my knees to buckle a little.
“Ow,” I protested as his fingers lingered.
“Oh stop,” he chastised, “You really want to pretend you don’t enjoy this?”
He reached around me, his fingers exploring my pussy lips. I moaned, shifting my hips.
“See? Look how wet you are,” he said softly, “I’ve barely touched you.”
His fingertip encircled my clit. I moaned again and reached back for him with my left hand. He stopped, caught my wrist, and forced me to put my hand back where it had been.
I groaned in frustration.
“Did I tell you you could touch me?” he asked.
“No,” I replied beylikdüzü escort sullenly.
I heard the slight clink of his belt buckle and the delicate scrape of his fly being unzipped.
He stepped closer, pressing his cock against my right butt cheek. I tried to maneuver so I could catch his cock between my legs, but he grabbed my hips and held me still.
“Is that what you want?” he asked as he dragged the hard hot flesh against my skin.
“Yeees. Pleeeease,” I hissed, straining against him.
“Maybe I should fuck you in the ass for being such a naughty girl.”
I held my breath a moment.
“If that would please you,” I replied evenly.
He chuckled again, bending his knees down and lifting my hips up a bit so his cock was sliding against my pussy lips.
“Is that what you want? Do you think you deserve that?”
I moaned again, trying to position myself so that he could enter me.
“I asked you a question. Answer me.”
“Uh, yes, I want it. No, I—I don’t deserve it. But please. Please let me have it anyway.”
He stopped, his cock resting between my pussy lips. I forced myself to remain still.
“Okay, I guess you can have it.”
I reached underneath myself to put his hard cock inside me. I gasped as he pressed forward, a sigh escaping his lips. He began fucking me forcefully, his thrusts knocking me into the car.
I felt the tension building in my lower belly.
“Uhh, I’m… sorry.”
“You’re lucky I like fucking you so much, otherwise I might not be as lenient.”
A series of “ohs” escaped my mouth as I came. He refused to slow his pace, and I soon heard him grunting a bit as I knew he was getting close.
“Fuck yeah, fill this brat up,” I said.
He groaned, gripping my hips and pressing deep into me as he came.
As we both caught our breath, he stepped back so that we disconnected and I turned to face him.
He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me to him for a kiss.
“Well, that was fun!” I exclaimed as he did up his fly and I adjusted my dress, “What would have happened if I’d danced with more people?”
“Then, my dear, I would’ve used my belt.”