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hands going to
his belt, pulling the leather free before delving in to feel his hardening
cock. At least his body worked like a normal, red blooded male’s. That was
good. That told me that there would always be something to manipulate somehow.
    In
a sudden, swift action he pushed me up against the mirrored wall, his mouth
coming down on mine. But I managed to swerve my head so his lips met my cheek.
“No kissing. I didn’t say I wanted to make love. I said I wanted you to fuck
me.” I pushed him back from me and turned so I faced the mirror. Hooking my
fingers into the satin of the panties, I lowered them so they sat tantalizingly
just below my bottom. I caught sight of myself, before closing my eyes. There
was nothing about this that I wanted to watch. I pressed myself flat against
the mirror, feeling the cold of it even through the bra and it turned my
nipples rock hard. I waited like that until I felt the hardness of his penis
press against me and steeled myself for it to enter me and rip at my dry flesh.
But instead his hand crept up between my legs to gently stroke and tease. That
was surprising; I had expected selfishness.
    I
squeezed my eyes shut, almost mentally willing him to stop. I didn’t like this;
it was like he was manipulating me now, playing my body like it was his toy.
But my body didn’t seem to mind. I couldn’t make my mind wander like it
normally did; because it didn’t need to. He would have felt how wet I
was from those fingers dipping in me rhythmically, drawing in and out to massage
around my clit teasingly before diving back in and making me want it to be him
instead of just those fingers.
    I
bit my lip because I didn’t want him thinking, knowing, that he was making my
body and mind morph into a horny, undisciplined mess. But he would have,
because his fingers were drenched in my juices. I felt a kiss on my neck, and
that broke the spell. I reached behind me to grab his cock and guide it into me.
It slid in, stretching me and filling me in a way that had a gasp escape from
me much to my annoyance. He waited for a moment, then his hands clutched onto
my hips as he began to thrust into me. I couldn’t help myself, my eyes opened at
half-mast as my head tilted back. In the mirror, I could see that he was
staring straight at my reflection. Our eyes met and held there — there was no
indication on my face of the pleasure that was running through me, and there
was none on his face either. We looked like two mechanical robots going through
the motions. But I must have been broken, because a fast approaching orgasm
made me begin to gasp and quiver, and a grunted “fuck” came from somewhere deep
inside me. For some reason, I felt like I was losing a competition, but soon I
didn’t care as he held my body up as I came. He must have come at the same time
because he gave several violent thrusts before sliding out of me.
    There
was no moment or pause for him to catch his breath. He merely fixed himself up
before going back to the chair that he had been sitting in. He arranged himself
there and took a sip of champagne before directing all his attention toward his
phone once more. I stood where he had left me, except I had turned to face him
now. My bra was askew, showing nipples, and my panties still sat mid-thigh,
sticky now and soiled with his cum.
    “How
are you getting on?” The sales assistant pushed her over made-up face through
the curtain.
    “I’ll
just take these,” I muttered to her, pulling my bra strap back up. If she were
surprised, she didn’t reveal it, merely disappearing back through the curtain
as she fought a smile. I didn’t look at Aaron again as I shoved through the
door of the cubicle and let the bra and panty set fall to the ground.   This
guy was so frustrating, but he had made me cum like no other.  The way he took
control was unsettling and didn’t sit well with me, yet at the same time, he
had completely turned me on. All sense and thought had flown out the