Meenbabe One-shots

Bend over

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Meena Pov.

Aoom was a helluva a girlfriend, to the point where I was starting to wonder if she had been made just for me.

I mean... look at my girlfriend she's beautiful, gorgeous actually, a crazy bitch who somehow managed to control the entire relationship by submitting to me completely. Damn if it didn't work every time.

Tonight we have an event on mgt and after that she wanted to go out, normally when she wanted to go out she'd plant a big, sloppy kiss on my lips.

She said it was time to play dress up, and I didn't really understand until she came into the room and knelt down in front of me as I dried my hair with a towel, rubbing her cheek against my thigh, she said it's been a while since I last wore a suit.

"What are you up to, huh?" I ask, bringing my hand to her cheek, stroking it gently.

"Nothing... I just want to see you in a suit, please, it's so hot when you wear it"

"Fine, but I want you to promise me that you will behave" I say pulling her up by her chin.

"But I always behave mommy" She fakes a hurt expression before smashing our lips together. When I'm about to deeper the kiss she pulls away from me saying she's gonna get ready and I roll my eyes playfully at her.

"Absolutely not" It's all I can say once she appears in front of me.

"What?"

"What the fuck are you wearing?? Aoom this is fishing net baby! I can see everything"

"You think I'm ugly?" Urgh I know what she's doing...

"No that's not what I'm saying, you look amazing, it's just that it would've saved you a lot of trouble if you would have just been naked instead of wearing this dress, if you can call it a dress." I try to explain

"Okay... I'll take this off before we get to the car" she says laughing, walking towards the door.

"Like hell you are" this brat, I swear, she knows exactly how to get under my skin, I think to myself before I start following her out of the apartment.

The event was pure torture to say the least, and just when I thought I would relax and have a good time at the club she started to drink, gosh this woman is the devil in disguise I swear.

Aoom was doing her normal thing, which involved more than a lot of flirting, teasing and provocative dancing that made me clench. The "dress" definitely wasn't helping.

She'd stepped off to the restroom when I'd decided I just couldn't take it anymore. Which, I know, was exactly what she wanted, I mean why would she choose the farthest possible bathroom? The one that goes down a dark hallway almost at the end of the club.

I followed a good pace behind her, and ventured into the dark hallway, stopping outside the door for a few minutes before entering. Unbuttoning my pants, I reach for the toy I prepared for her as soon as I realized she was up to something, adjusting it, I made the erection press against the front of my pants, making it visible that I was carrying something.

When I enter the bathroom I have confirmation that Aoom was thinking the same thing as me. Her breasts were now free of any protection she had worn before, leaving her nipples showing through her dress.

When I finally manage to drag my eyes up to her they're fixed on my pants. It had been part of my plan after all, wearing the brand-new toy I hadn't even told her about. It's long and thick, for stretching, like she was always begging me to do and now... given the perfect situation, I was very happy to oblige.