Masturbation Monday No. 223/Friday Flash No. 35

“I was distracted by your reflection under the picture of the pretty woman — you are prettier.”

Damaris smiled at the man who she saw walk over from the bar, and hand her a glass of what he clearly guessed she was drinking.

“Good line,” she said, as he sat down next to her.

He was sitting beside her moments later at the AirBnb she was staying at in Brooklyn. She had had enough of Paris and its beauty, and being confused for her dead sister.

People sometimes looked at her like she was an apparition, and sometimes she believed she was.

The guy beside her, she did not know his name—was not necessary for the function he served for the night. But that did not mean that she was not going to give him something to remember. He squirmed underneath her, as she gave him a meaningful hand job.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he whimpered, and she laughed.

He wanted to come inside her, and she would let him. But she knew she was dextrous, and her hand skills would drive him crazy.

She wanted to test his stamina.

His hips bucked, and he finally placed her on his lap.

Damaris looked at him with innocent eyes.

“You are a very bad girl,” he noted.

“Are you going to punish me?”

She saw his white teeth glow in the dim room.

“Do you want me to punish you?”

She nodded vigorously, and slipped his loosened belt from around him before she pulled up her skimpy dress which she wore nothing underneath and offered her bare backside to him. He got behind her and she felt him press himself between her cheeks.

“No, the belt first…” she urged him.

He playfully tapped her a few times with it, but she was having none of it.

“Hit me!” she commanded.

And when he did hit her with force, she felt tears come to her eyes and she came with such a force of her own she was pretty sure she almost lost consciousness.

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