Kilt Fantasy

I had been watching him all evening. The way his legs worked underneath the pleated tartan. Sometimes when he turned just right, I could catch glimpses of his thighs. I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes, and when he caught my gaze, I averted my eyes and knew I was flushing. My stomach flipped thrillingly. I took a tentative sip of my drink, wanting desperately to get drunk.

I took a few seconds to calm myself, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. I was aware of my pussy getting wet, thinking about the musician in the kilt. The way his hairy legs were on display. When he was playing, I couldn't help but stare at him, trying to see the telltale sign of his penis swinging freely underneath the kilt.

I flushed again, my eyes closed, thinking about the possibility that he was naked underneath. I bit my lip, then took another deep drink. 'Fuck it,' I thought, 'they're playing dance music, I'm gonna fucking dance.'

Finished with the cocktail, I put the glass back down, and stood up to join the other party guests on the dancefloor. I chose a spot where I could still see him, and began to move. I knew that my dance style had always been, overtly sexual, and while I tried to be socially acceptable, I couldn't help but think about him watching me dance, or better yet, how I would dance up against him if he were behind me, pressing my ass into him, and feeling his hands gripping my hips. Maybe I could get away with touching his bare leg...

I smiled with my eyes closed, and when I opened them, he was looking at me. I immediately flushed and looked away. My hands seemed to trace daringly close to my breasts, and I had to stop myself from moaning right there on the dancefloor. I turned around, slowing my swaying hips and trying desperately to calm my racing heart.

When I turned back around, he was again, looking at me. I couldn't help but smile as I blushed, but again, had to turn away from his piercing gaze.

For the next half hour, I felt myself getting hot, excited, wet, as I danced among the other people. When I dared, I glanced at him, and saw him watching. I was thrilled each time, and found myself getting a little bolder. 'You are fucking hot.' I said, thinking at him, 'I'm dancing for you, you know." I smiled as I imagined that he could hear my thoughts.

Finally, I could take no more, and I decided to go use the restroom. Give myself a break from teasing myself with that look he was giving me. I quickly strode out of the reception area, and towards the restrooms.

After relieving myself, I washed my hands. I applied some more tinted lip gloss, and made sure I didn't look too sweaty. I was flushed red, from drinking, and from dancing, and I turned on the cold water, letting it run over my wrists, urging my blood to cool. I closed my eyes, letting the water cool me, picturing him in the kilt. The bathroom door opened, and I heard the audible lock of it behind me. I opened my eyes to see who had come in, and it was him. He reached up around me and covered my mouth with one hand, and with his other, he fondled my breast. I groaned into his hand, and pressed my body against him, reaching behind me to lightly rest my palms against his thighs. His fingers gripped me, roughly pinching my nipples.

I could feel his breath hot against the side of my face, urgent, forceful. "You were looking at me." he said, still covering my mouth, but his other hand now running down the front of my body, up my skirt, his fingers urgently seeking out my cunt. As he gripped my face, his other hand roughly hooked around the edge of my panties and shoved them aside, his fingernails brushing across my cunt.

I groaned into his hand, and relaxed my body against him, I knew he could feel how wet I already was.

His dick throbbed against my ass, and I moaned, pulling up the fabric of his kilt to feel his naked thighs with my hands. His hairs bristled against my palms, and he pressed himself more firmly against me, "What do you want, huh?" his fingers dipping into my gaping mouth, he pulled my head back against him harder, "I saw you dancing, running your hands over your body." His other finger suddenly jammed into me, and he rammed the other finger deeper into my mouth, gagging me.

My mouth worked around his finger, and I managed to get out a gargled "Uhhhnnnngh" as I stared into his eyes reflected in the mirror. His fingers simultaneously fucked me, causing my body to jerk, pressing back into him, almost collapsing into his arms. I continued to gag and moan around his fingers, but I was about to come from the way he was touching my cunt.

"You have a hotel room?," He whispered into my ear, fucking me still, staring into my eyes in the mirror.

I gasped and nodded.

"Let's go there, then I am going to fuck you raw." His eyes drilled into me. I moaned and nodded again.

He pulled both his fingers out of me, and gripped my shoulders, turning me around to face him. My body was quivering, and my breath was coming in ragged gasps. He pushed me down to my knees in front of him, a dark grin on his face.

Trembling, I knelt in front of him, seeing his cock stirring underneath the kilt. I reached up, my hands skimming along his legs, over his knees, and up his thighs. He smiled down at me, reached out, and cupped my face, and I looked up into his eyes. "I'm going to fuck your throat, and come in it. Would you like that, my comeslut?"

My hands had found his cock, already hard and throbbing, and I looked up into his eyes, squeezing along his dick, feeling how excited he was, I nodded my head. He smiled at me, and pulled my face closer to him. I lifted the fabric, pushing it up and exposing his legs, then his balls, and his hard dick. I couldn't help but moan, thinking about how it would taste.

I opened my mouth, and let his dick slide into my hot mouth. He used both his hands to fist into my hair, pulling out my elaborate updo, and hurting my scalp. He yanked my head onto his cock at the same time as he pumped his hips into my face, forcing his dick as deep into my throat as I'd ever had. I felt myself gagging, my throat wanting to reject the huge obstruction. I panicked and looked up into his eyes, trying to communicate my reaction, and he pulled out only to thrust into me harder.

"Just like this, you fucking slut." He grunted as he fucked my throat. He continued to smile down at me as he thrust his dick as deep into my mouth as he could.

I shuddered as I felt my throat finally accepting the invasion of his dick, and I ran my hands around to his ass, pulling him into me with each thrust. My tongue was slurping on his dick, and I kept staring up into his eyes, loving the way he looked down at me, admiring the sight of me burying his cock in my throat.

He let go of my hair with one of his hands, and reached down to pinch my nose shut. I looked up at him, a question in my eyes. He thrust into my mouth, and held his dick in me, watching me realize that I couldn't draw breath. My hands left his ass, and began to push against his thighs, trying to push myself off his dick to get air. He smiled down at me, and I could feel his dick throbbing in me. My vision was starting to blur, and all I could see were his eyes, cutting through me, and his dick twitching in my throat.

Suddenly he released my nose, again snatched at my hair, and began fucking my throat. I gagged in air around his dick, tears coming to my eyes, and my hands weakly protesting against his hairy thighs.

Without warning, I feel his hot semen shooting into my throat. I pull back so I can catch some on my tongue. It's hot, and I let it slip around my mouth before I swallow, then I lean in to clean off his dick.

"What a good fuck toy," he said, holding my face in both his hands, gently, holding me on his dick as it throbs in the aftershocks of his orgasm. He stares down at me with a look that makes me wet, and I remember what he had said about a hotel room and fucking me raw.

I swallowed around the hot wad of come in my throat, smiling up at him.

I felt like I was in a daze as he helped me gently to my feet. He placed his arm around me, and started to lead me towards the bathroom door. "Let's go, my precious little slut, I'm going to make you beg and beg before I finally let you come."

I felt myself lose my balance, my breath hitching in my chest as I leaned into him, shuddering.

"I know you would love that, having me make your pussy nice and wet, but not letting you come. Wouldn't you, fuckslut?" He unlocked the bathroom door, and propelled me out of the bathroom and towards the parking lot.

It was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other. To keep a calm look on my face as I smelled my pussy on the hand around my shoulder. I swallowed nervously as we walked, and again became aware of the hot wad stuck deep in my throat. I felt like everyone was watching us, watching me. I was sure that I must look disheveled, with my hair undone, and my face flushed with lust. I could feel how wet my cunt was, and I kept biting my lip to keep from moaning.

His arm was firm around me, his fingers digging into my flesh, he leaned close to my head, "I can smell your cunt, how wet it is. I bet everyone else can smell your slutty cunt too."

This time I did moan aloud, softly, and again I fell into him as my balance left me. I stumbled over my own feet, and he yanked me forward. I could either walk, or trip. I forced myself to keep moving. My heart was picking up speed as I imagined what he might do to me. What I wanted him to do to me.

We finally reached his car, and he opened the passenger door and pushed me into the seat. Or rather, he guided me as I collapsed into the waiting seat. I sat, finally wondering what I was doing with this man, when he was climbing into the driver's seat. I looked over at him as he turned the car on. His thigh muscles worked, and his kilt rode up a bit, he caught me looking at his legs. He asked me for the location of the hotel, and I gave him the information and my room key, my eyes glued to his legs; I could swear I saw his cock stirring under the kilt. He saw me looking.

"Lean over here and suck me," his voice cut through my haze, and he reached one of his hands over, and traced a finger across my lips, grinning devilishly at me.

I found myself leaning across the center console, and breathlessly pushed his kilt up, uncovering his dick, already hard again. I licked my lips, and eagerly took it into my mouth. I braced my hands on the console, and drew my legs up so I was kneeling on the seat, fully able to get his dick as deep in my throat as I could.

"Mmm, that's perfect my little slut," he said, one hand against the back of my head, "I love how your mouth feels around my dick."

I moan around his cock, using my tongue to rub up and down his shaft. I angle my head so I can take it even deeper, and I try to hold it, my nose up against his body, his pubic hair tickling my nose. I can feel my dress riding up, my ass up against the window as I bobbed up and down on his dick.

He kept his hand on my head, letting me fuck him with my mouth. He groaned, and told me what a beautiful mouth I had. I moaned around his cock, feeling my pussy getting wetter as I pleasured him. I lifted off, using my lips and my tongue to wrap up his dick, settling on his head, licking around it, sucking it in between my lips. I licked come off him, and paused to look up at him, He stroked my hair, "You are delicious," He said, smiling at me.

I groaned and took his dick back in my mouth, sucking down him, until he was again buried deep in my throat.

I'm not sure how long he drove, but I kept slowly fucking his dick with my mouth, I loved making my way up and down his dick, often stopping to lavish his head with attentions. I could tell he was getting excited, by the way his hand fisted in my hair, forcing my mouth on his cock faster and deeper.

"That's right, my little mouthslut, fuck me with your pink lips, your little tongue. That feels so good, keep fucking me, don't take your mouth off my dick." he commanded, his voice darker with his desire.

I kept at it for the rest of the drive, so engrossed in pleasuring him, that it took me a few full minutes to realize he had parked the car, and had both of his hands knotted into my hair, gripping my head as he thrust into my throat.

With each thrust, he grunted, "This is my mouth, isn't it?"

I moaned around his dick, feeling him withdraw, then ram it deeper into my throat.

"This is my mouth."

Again.

"Uhh, You belong to me, don't you slut?" he was thrusting faster now, pumping his dick into me, I relaxed my throat, letting his cock slam in and out of my mouth.

"Yhhhsshhh" I tried to get out around his dick, angling my head so I could look into his eyes, pleading with him, challenging him, defying him, and trusting him completely.

"That's right, you belong to me, you're my little whore, aren't you?" He groaned as he fucked me faster and deeper. I could feel him getting harder, his dick stiffening with his pending orgasm. I relaxed my throat, ready to feel his hot load filling my throat with fire.

He suddenly pushed me off his dick, I knelt on the passenger seat, panting, a hurt and confused look on my face, and he turned his body towards mine, jerking himself off, and shooting come all over the front of my dress. Some of it landed on my chest and neck, and I gasped and moaned as I felt him shower me with his come.

"You look so beautiful covered with my come," He said, reaching over to gather some of the come onto the tip of his finger. He brings his finger to my lips, and rubs his come into them, finally thrusting his finger into my mouth.

"Mmmm" I say, sucking his finger into my mouth, relishing the taste of the come he fed me, and looking at him with complete trust and love.

He removes his finger, and gets out of the car. I finally observe where we are parked, in a hotel parking garage. In the distance, I am aware of the slam of a car door. He is at my door, pulling it open, letting in the cool night air. He grabs my arm, and starts to pull me out of the seat. I push myself out of the car, standing on wobbly legs, trapped between his body and the car door.

He looks me up and down, "You are so fucking tasty looking," He says, leaning in to kiss me deeply, his tongue probing into my mouth. I melt into his kiss, sighing against his mouth and bringing my hands up to cling at his shoulders. He breaks away, "I can't wait to walk through the hotel with you, smelling like a hungry pussy, your hair all knotted, your lips swollen from sucking dick, and come all over you."

I moaned with embarrassment, but my pussy still clenched at his words. "I... I can't" I whisper, feeling the heat creeping up my neck, my face blushing red, I squirm under his gaze.

"You are." He says with steel in his voice, "You're going to let everyone see how slutty you are, you look like such a slut, so needy and desperate for dick."

My breaths started coming faster, I gazed at him, wanting to challenge him, but wondering how far he would take it.

He didn't give me a chance to think, he put his arm around me, and shut the door, turned us away, and began walking us through the echoing parking garage towards the hotel doors. He slipped his hand off my shoulder and slapped my ass. I gasped into the night, and my cry echoed through the concrete.

"Shh!" He admonished, his arm slipping tightly around me again, "Wait until we get to the room, my precious, do you want everyone to see what a whore you are?" His other hand reaches across to scrape more drying come off of my dress, and he brings it up to my mouth, and without thinking, I suck his finger into my mouth, licking the come off of it.

I saw an older man walking out of the hotel as we approached the doors. He looked preoccupied, and only offered us only the barest of glances. His eyes flicked from my face, to my neck, and down the front of my dress. I knew he was taking in the desperate look in my eyes, and the drying come decorating my front.

I groaned softly, closing my eyes as we continued walking past him. I could hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears, and I wanted to die of embarrassment.

His voice was soft, blowing air across my ear with each word, "He stopped dead in his tracks, my little loveslut, he is staring after you, in awe of how beautiful you are, flushed and needy with desire."

I turned my face into his shoulder, moaning, feeling my cunt tightening with desire as we walked into the lobby and through the seating area. I kept my face buried, knowing we were passing a few people in the lobby, but not daring to look up and see their reactions.

We walked briskly to the elevators, and he reached out to press the call button. I finally lifted my face, and looked up at the numbers, watching the light descend to mark the elevator's progress.

His hand stroked down my back, and came to a rest on my ass cheek, firmly gripping the flesh and sending shivers through me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but I couldn't stop my body from spasming.

"When we get in the elevator, lean in the corner and put one foot up on the railing. I want to get a closer look at my little pussy." The light finally reached the lobby, and the elevator doors opened.

With extreme relief, I hurried into the cab, turning and backing into a corner, watching him stride in after me. He hit the button to close the doors, and as he contemplated the button panel, he said softly, "If I were you, my little toy, I would stand like I told you to." his finger trailed to the button marked 11, and pressed it, "Otherwise you are going to regret it."

I moaned and felt myself begin to lift a leg, trying to rest my foot up along the railing. I felt ridiculous, awkwardly trying to hold my skirt down to cover something. I was just about to lower my leg, when he turned towards me, and I couldn't help but watch how his eyes ravaged my face, taking in how my torso was contorted, thrusting my hips towards him in an effort to keep my leg up on the railing. He smiled, noticing the damp spot visible on the front of my panties.

"Good girl," he said, and immediately he was pressed up against me, his dick hard against my exposed cunt, with one hand, he grabbed my knee and forced my leg up higher, with his other, he reached down and rudely shoved two fingers into my hole.

I squealed, wriggling my hips as best I could, trying to keep my balance on one foot, and feeling my cunt contract around his rough fingers. "Oh shit," I whimpered, staring into his eyes, offering him myself, willing to do anything he wanted me to do.

"You are going to come before we reach the 11th floor, my sweet fuckslut." He said, ramming his fingers into my cunt, his face right up next to mine, each word harsh in my ear.

I could see the light was already at floor 6, now 7, climbing, and I looked into his eyes, he was still staring at me, his hand holding my thigh open, his other hand pounding fingers in and out of my cunt. I couldn't stand it any longer, and my hips thrust against his as my orgasm gripped me. I moaned aloud, and as I was in the midst of waves of pleasure, I distantly heard a *ping*.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that the elevator doors had opened. I also realized that a young business man was waiting to board the elevator. He stood with his mouth gaping open. I groaned in embarrassment, and felt my pussy tighten around his fingers again.

He promptly pulled his fingers out of me, and brought them up to my lips, simultaneously letting my leg drop. I moaned as I sucked his fingers into my mouth, my eyes flicking back to the man in the hallway. He was watching my mouth lick and suck my own come, and as he watched, the doors began to close. Immediately he threw out his hand, blocking the sensor, and keeping the doors open.