Cumming at the Bar

"Your friend in there is probably going to make you pay for leaving him like that, if you ever see him again," Mark smirked.

I smiled back and laughed. "He might."

"He wanted to fuck you so bad."

"It seemed that way," I agreed.

"I could see how bad you wanted him, too."

I shrugged a little. "I did."

"So why didn't you stay?"

"When I looked up and saw you watching, I realized I needed you more," I admitted, simply.

We just looked at each other for a moment, then Mark leaned in and kissed me again, deeply.

"You know you're MY slut," he said once he'd pulled back.

"I know," I replied with a smile.

"And you are going to fuck someone else. And I'm going to feel your stretched pussy after he's done."

I felt my chest heaving as Mark's words caused my heart to beat harder in my chest. "That guy? Or anyone?"

"Maybe him. And others."

I smiled and leaned in again, moaning into another kiss, sucking on Mark's bottom lip and feeling his hands rubbing and squeezing my hips and ass again.

By that point, it was getting late, so we called it a night rather than going back into the bar. Mark brought me home and made me cum again in the car before heading home himself.

Although it was already late, we stayed up sexting and talking that night about different ideas for putting our plans into action.