1. Your Night is Mine


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Exhibitionism, Female Domination, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: bluest bell, Rating: 72.7, Source: sexstories.com

    fluffy frocks, a security man in his brown shirt with gold piping, two young men holding a third young man upright after a little too much good cheer. Far too much excitement in the height of the celebration to be down here. My heels click-clack pointedly as I walk with purpose across the smooth paving stones. I see you conspicuously strolling at a leisurely pace about a hundred yards down the concourse as the security man passes by. My tight black pinstripe pantsuit swishes with my accelerated gait. I notice you're not carrying your leather case. Perhaps you've stashed it, perhaps you're worried. You're right to be worried. A loud beep-beep issues from the security man's radio and a string of garbled Portuguese flows from it. The man stops and slowly turns around in place, casting his eyes about while speaking into the radio. I notice you hesitate, then keep walking. The security man's radio barks and the man turns around and begins quickly jogging in your direction. I smile inwardly as you nearly dive into the darkness of the closed shopping area to avoid him. The security man turns his head and excuses himself as he never breaks pace passing you on his way to the other end of the concourse. As I approach, you are sitting in the dark on a concrete bench a few feet away from the lighted path. I sit down, my suit pants stretching around my ample ass. "Bad night?" I ask in my limited Portuguese. You seem startled at first, but smile at me and answer in heavily accented ...
    English, "Ah, yes, very rough night." I smile right back and switch to English, "I believe it might be about to get worse. There is security at both ends of this concourse," I bluff, "Private security. And I am private security at the Peixe Voador. We have you on camera." Your eyes widen and your head turns to peer at the security man still jogging away down the path. I can sense you're a flight risk. "Private security. The police have not been called. I believe we can handle this right here," I speak as my eyes drill into yours and I slide my ass toward you on the glossy smooth bench to place a firm hand on your forearm, "We will simply require our money back. As you'll never be stepping into our casino again, we have no problem letting you go as you'll only be stealing from our competition." Your arm tenses in my grip but you remain still. I lean close, wrap my other arm around your back to clasp my hand around your free arm, and breathily whisper in your ear, "Trust me. It's better this way." You sigh and I can feel your body slowly relax. You nod your head, haltingly. "Good. Now we'll have to take this step by step, but don't worry, you'll be free to go when we finish," I explain as I pull your arms behind you and smoothly pull my short handcuffs from the security bag, "First things first, I need to search you, understand?" "Yes," you say, your eyes forward and resigned as I cuff your hands behind your back. I nudge you to stand, pick up my bag and, with my hand on your bicep, ...
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