Page 45 of Playing With My Heart Strings

“God, you are beautiful when you come. Wait five minutes and meet me in the restroom. Knock four times,” I whisper as I remove my hand and try to stand as discreetly as possible, popping the buttons on my shirt open to reveal my T-shirt underneath.

I think the bartender is onto me, but he says nothing as I disappear down the hall to the restrooms. It’s a single stall, so we won’t have to worry about anyone barging in.

Once inside, I shrug off the long sleeve and fold it nicely, placing it on the toilet’s tank cover, and wait, taking a few moments to fix my mustache.

Five minutes later, footsteps sound outside the door and knuckles rap on the metal door four times. I open the door slightly, pulling Baylor in and clicking the lock.

“I think the bartender was onto us.” She laughs as she fists my shirt, pulling me close. Neither of us seem to care, though, as we devour each other’s mouths, still fighting for dominance.

Baylor pulls away, a devilish grin on her face.

“What’s going on in that dirty little mind of yours?”

She says nothing, just undoes my belt and drops to her knees, taking my jeans and underwear down with her.

My cock springs to life, like it knows what’s about to happen. If I was hard before when I was fingering her, it doesn’t compare to how I am now.

Baylor takes me into her mouth, using her tongue expertly around my shaft as she pumps my cock with one hand and gently squeezes my balls with the other.

“Fuck,” I moan as I grab the back of her head and pull her closer to me, forcing my dick to go even deeper down her throat.

She’s at the base of me now, taking all of me, until she starts moving, letting me fuck her mouth without me having to do anything. I’m at her mercy right now, and God it feels so good.

I hold her head still so I can thrust into her mouth. She looks up at me, and her eyes water as she takes each thrust like a champ. Fuck, that’s so hot.

“You’re taking me so well. Such a good girl, letting me fuck your mouth.

I’m going to fuck your tight, wet cunt next, and I want you to watch.

” I pull out of her mouth, on the verge of coming on her face, and grab her hair, yanking her to her feet before turning her around.

“Hold on to the sink and spread your legs.”

She does exactly as I say, and I hike her dress up and pull her thong to the side before lining my cock up with her entrance.

I slide myself in with ease, and a collective moan leaves our mouths as I start to move. She’s so tight and full from my cock and the angle. God, fucking her from behind is absolute bliss. I don’t know how long I can last, but I do know I’m going to make her come before I do.

Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I start thrusting faster, feeling myself hit the deepest part of her. “Look at how perfect you are, getting fucked in a bar bathroom with people right outside the door.”

Her face is frozen in pleasure, her mouth gaped in a silent cry.

I pull on the tails of the bow on the back of her dress then slip the sleeves off her shoulders down her arms, dropping the bodice and causing her breasts to spill out.

They bounce with each thrust, and I’m confident I could get off on the sight of them alone.

I wrap one arm around her front, palming her breast and then rolling a nipple between my fingers before pinching it.

Her pussy clenches around me, and I pound into her harder, faster, giving her everything I’ve got. At least the music is too loud for anyone to hear the sound of my skin slapping against her perfect ass.

“Oh, Dusty! I’m going to come,” she cries out, causing me to clamp a hand over her mouth.

The music may be loud, but it isn’t loud enough to drown out a scream like that. My girl is vocal. A little too vocal for public sex, but it’s fucking hot.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.” I nip her earlobe as she falls apart. She tightens around me, and it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. If there was any way to go, I’d be content with it being this, buried inside her, her release dripping down my shaft.

My release follows not too far behind her, and I grip her hips, digging in my fingers so hard it’ll probably leave bruises, not wanting to collapse.

She turns to look at me, and I kiss her, feeling her tongue fighting for dominance with mine. Nothing compares to her. I’m convinced that no sex could be better than this. She lets me take full control, trusts me to try things with her.

I give her one last kiss before I reach down to pull my boxers and jeans up, giving her ass a good smack on my way back up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. The others will be here soon.” I pull some paper towels from the dispenser by the sink and wet them so I can wipe the inside of her thighs.

“Thanks.” She blushes.

I’ve never known Baylor to be shy. I guess it’s different when anyone could walk in on us. It’s not like the other times where we’ve been in a semi-private place.

I reach for the door handle, and she goes to follow me until I stop her.

“Wait. We probably shouldn’t leave at the same time.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” She hesitates. “Umm…how are we going to do this?”

I think about it for a moment. It’s going to look suspicious as hell however we do it, but both of us are going to have to leave this bathroom at some point.

It’s a miracle the cameramen haven’t already figured out where we are.

I told them all to take a break when we arrived at the bar, and they actually listened.

But if they come back and we’re gone, it’s going to cause a multitude of problems for us.

“I’ll leave first since I came here first. The bathroom is at least hidden enough that people can assume you were just waiting for the restroom.

Wait another five minutes or so and then you can come out.

” It’s not a super solid plan, especially if there are people outside waiting for the restroom.

I’m just crossing my fingers hoping there isn’t anyone outside the door.

I take a deep breath and open the door, looking around to make sure no one is nearby and adjusting my cowboy hat. Coast is clear. Phew.

I head back to the booth where Baylor and I were sitting. The bartender has a stupid smirk on his face, and I want to wipe it off. I give him a nod, but also a look of warning.

A few moments later, by the grace of God, the cameramen walk in.

“Hey, Dusty,” one of them greets me.

“Where’s Baylor?” the other one asks.

“She’s in the restroom,” I reply. Can they see me sweating? Does it look like I just fucked her in a dirty bar bathroom?

“Right on. The other girls should be here any time now.”

As if on cue, Baylor walks up to the booth.

“Sorry, I was in the restroom.” She laughs. I will say, she’s a great actress. Besides the slight flush in her face, you would have no idea she’s sneaking around with me. She has this natural air about her, though. She sparkles so much already that a tiny post-sex glow has nothing on her.