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This is my first time ever requesting but I was wondering if you could write a story about walter hale x reader. Like reader dancing on stage and he watches from the crowd but gets turned on somehow and his to take care of it but gets caught by the reader and it goes from there. 😍🙏🏻

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A/N: Hi there anon! I'm very flattered to be the writer you asked for your first ever request! And I'm always overjoyed to have an excuse to write about Walter and spend some time thinking about that sexy smirk and that white suit... Anyway, I hope this story fits the bill. He got a bit more submissive than I was anticipating...

Pairing: Walter Hale x singer!reader

Word count: 3.8K

TWs: Smut, Walter is a little submissive, borderline a little foot stuff but it's mostly Walter liking her heels. Think that's it!

Walter saunters into the busy tent, looking around lazily. Your voice sounds great and the number of people here to watch you makes him glad he made the booking. He absolutely did it on the strength of your voice… and the length of your legs. They just seemed to go on forever and he thought they should be appreciated by the masses. He’s not a leg man particularly, but when you’d auditioned they were what was on display. Those legs, and your pretty little face. Right now you’re singing something French, and the way the words sound he has the urge to get a little closer. He weaves his way through the people, nodding and smiling at everyone he knows. Which is most people. He always tries to get to know as many people as possible everywhere he goes, being the sociable type but also believing that it’s good for business. He eventually gets to a couple of rows back and now he can see you properly. Your legs are shown off to great effect by the tight sequined dress you’re wearing, and not just that, the plunging neckline reveals you’ve got great tits too. Walter takes a deep drag on his cigar. The way you’re wiggling and singing the French words breathily into the mic is more than a little suggestive. He can feel something stirring below his waist and he rearranges quickly to make sure it’s not obvious.

You finish the song and look out across the crowd as the applause ripples through it. Your eyes flick across a tent full of strangers and then alight on him. Mr Hale. The undeniably sexy man who booked you to do this job. You’re confident onstage but off it is a very different matter, and the way he’d looked at you had made you stumble over your words and blush deeply. It’s fairly dark in the tent so you can’t see him that well, but you could swear that the tables have been turned and he’s looking a little flushed himself. You bite your lip and start to sing the next song, another sultry number, trying to only look at him every so often to assess the effect you’re having on him. Sliding your hands down the mic stand and then back up again, your eyes flick over to him unbidden, and you see something that looks suspiciously like him fiddling with his belt. You sway your hips back and forth to the music, purring out another verse as one hand moves to your hair, digging into it, your head rolling around with your eyes closed in ecstasy.

Walter’s brain short-circuits watching you, immediately imagining you on his bed, moaning as you close your eyes and move your head around like that on the pillow. His dick is achingly hard and he realises he can’t stay where he is any longer. Repeating the exercise from earlier, he starts to weave his way out of the crowd, smiling and greeting everyone again, his teeth clamped around his cigar. He has to get back to his tent and relieve himself. This is the most turned on he’s been for a while and he hates to waste it on his own hand, but he doesn’t know you and you’re supposed to be onstage for another half an hour. He can’t wait that long.

Your eyes open again as you launch into the chorus, and you realise at once that he’s gone. Disappointment hits you like a freight train. You were enjoying winding him up, or at least thinking you were winding him up, and now he’s got… bored? You’re supposed to be onstage for another half an hour but you’re not sure what the point is when the most interested party in your audience has just left. The song finishes and there’s another wave of applause. You smile, the adoration washing over you and buoying you up. Okay, maybe this is the point.

“Walter!”

Walter stops in his tracks, just outside the tent. He turns towards the owner of the voice, and sees the middle-aged wife of one of the town’s business owners, who he’d spent the best part of an hour chatting up yesterday afternoon.

“Mrs Everly! How nice to see you again.”

It isn’t nice. It’s a pain in the ass, and one he intends to get away from as quickly as possible.

The woman moves closer and grips his arm with her hand. “I simply must talk to you about my son.”

Walter tries his best to smile. This is the last thing he wants to talk about, although the previously urgent problem below his belt has now been reduced to a sort of background hum of need, and he reluctantly comes to the realisation that he’s strapped in to this conversation for the foreseeable future.

“Of course,” he coos. “Lawrence, isn’t it?”

***

You’ve almost forgotten about Walter by the end of your set, people are throwing flowers onstage as they whoop and cheer. This is your biggest crowd by a long chalk and you’re proud of your performance and their response to it. You curtsey as best you can in your tight dress, and then make your way off the stage. As soon as you’re off it your mind drifts back to the man who got you this gig in the first place. You wonder where he is and how you can find him, at least to say thank you for the opportunity. And to see if he’s still blushing, a naughty part of your brain suggests. Okay, so maybe that too. Pulling on a big woollen cardigan to make yourself a little more decent, you wrap it around yourself and walk out of the back of the tent. Someone hands you a celebratory drink and you clink glasses with them cheerfully, wandering around through the Chautauqua, looking into various tents and at the people as they pass you by. You’re still a little giddy from your performance and the glass of fizzy wine is only making things rosier.

Walter finally extracts himself from the conversation as the roar of the crowd from your tent reaches his ears. So much for not being able to wait. His dick is soft and it’s like his entire body has forgotten you, your long legs and sexy singing. He sighs, tossing the end of the cigar into the grass and crushing it under the heel of his boot. He wonders about trying to find you. You had been a surprising turn on. Adjusting his hat, he turns away from the tent, intending on just going back to his own living quarters again. He’s tired, and starting to think that it would still be easier to just stay on his own. As the years have passed, he’s found it harder to jump from girl to girl as he moves from town to town. He’s not sure why exactly, but the urge to touch himself and not have to answer to anyone else is winning out again. That is, until he takes a step and almost collides head first with you.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You exclaim. You hadn’t been looking where you were going, exactly, and you don’t realise who you’ve bumped into until you’ve already apologised. Your face colours quickly.

“No need to apologise, darlin’.” He grins as he takes you in again, so much closer this time. “Thought ya were fantastic up there.”

Your blush deepens. “Thank you so much. I wanted to find you actually,” you tell him, your bravery growing. “To thank you for taking a chance on me.” Stepping forward, you get up onto your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. It’s his turn to blush a little. Your perfume is intoxicating and your lips are soft.

As you land back down on your feet you find yourself grabbing his arm for balance. You don’t move back, so you’re incredibly close to him, and you find yourself staring at his handsome face unabashedly. He adjusts his hat again and thinks about the fact that he needs to adjust somewhere else too.

“No problem, darlin’. Ya had a full house in there, so looks like I made the right choice.”

The corners of your mouth twitch, teasingly. “You left before the end, though?”

“Ah,” he pauses, pushing a hand into the pocket of his waistcoat. Wishing he had another cigar right about now. “Have ta keep movin’ about, ya know? Can’t stay in one place playin’ favourites. Even if I do have favourites.” His head tilts to the side a little as he fixes you with a stare that makes you feel like your soul is about to leave your body.

You step back slightly to allow space for you to lift your glass to your lips and take a sip. You end up draining it, thirstily. When you look back, there’s a slightly smug smile playing on his lips, as if he’s liking the effect he’s had on you.

“Well I um… I really appreciate you coming at all.”

The smirk grows at your use of the word coming, and you suddenly realise and cover your mouth with your hand, giggling.

“What’re ya gigglin’ about, darlin’?” He teases as he steps closer to you again, sliding his palm onto your back. You move your hand to his shoulder, almost without realising what you’re doing.

“N-nothing,” you stutter, reddening again.

“Oh. Nothin’.” He’s so close now you think he might kiss you, merriment making his eyes sparkle. Then just as suddenly as he’d drawn you towards him he lets you go, stepping away again and surveying the mess he’s made. You’re breathing hard, your face is beautifully flushed and your teeth have captured your lower lip and don’t seem like they want to give it up any time soon. “Let me find ya another drink, seens as ya’ve finished that one.”

You let him take you by the hand, leading you through the crowd as he looks for the nearest bar. There are people everywhere though, and he keeps getting waylaid. In the end he decides to give up on the bar and just take you back to his living quarters, where he knows he has something cold and fizzy, kept for just such an occasion.

“I hope ya don’t mind,” he explains, as he pushes the door open. “Thought it would be a little easier ta talk here. Not so many people demandin’ my attention.”

You nod and let him lead you to a small sofa on one side of a little dining table. Once he’s got the cork out of the bottle and found some glasses he sits opposite you, pouring two drinks and staring into your eyes again as he clinks the glasses together and declares your performance a roaring success. You take a sip and smile and he takes his hat off and lays it on the table, running a hand through his thick black hair.

“Hope ya don’t mind me makin’ myself comfortable, honey.”

The bubbles must’ve gone to your head, because you shrug off your cardigan and grin at him, telling him you don’t mind at all. His eyes almost pop out of his head, and he tries to calm himself down by taking off his own jacket. It doesn’t work.

“You like my dress?” You ask, apparently still fuelled by the high of your performance and a glass and a half of wine. Leaning forward a little, you squeeze your arms against your breasts just enough to make them even more prominent than they were before.

Walter finishes his glass in one gulp and stands up, moving round to your side of the table and sitting next to you on the couch.

“I do, honey. I really, really do.”

His hands cup your face and his lips press gently against yours. You respond eagerly, tongue running over his plush, soft lips, begging for entrance to his mouth. He’s tempted to tease you, but his dick has taken over the thinking for him and so he opens his mouth, turning his head so he can explore yours with his tongue, hands never leaving the sides of your face.

Your fingers reach for him, running up his thighs and starting to undo the buttons on his waistcoat. He pulls back.

“You’re an eager little thing, ain’tcha?”

His hands move to rub up and down the tops of your arms, and your eyes drift down to his lap, where the outline of his dick is prominent.

“I’m not the only one who’s eager,” you murmur in response, running a teasing finger over his clothed length. His breath hitches.

“Well you’re so gorgeous, darlin’... wigglin’ away on the stage like that in this tight little dress…” his hands move to the hem of your dress, and he tries to push it up to your waist but only succeeds in bunching it up a little. “It’s enough to drive a man crazy…” those big, strong hands trail up your body, feeling the way you fill the dress out as he begins to kiss your neck. You can’t hold back a moan. “Though I think I might haveta get ya out of it now, so I can have what I want…”

His lips press kisses to your throat and your hands tangle in his hair in response. You wriggle forwards to let him reach behind you and unzip your dress, his head making its way between your breasts, kissing and nuzzling them as he pulls the dress down your shoulders, exposing your bra to him for the first time. He moves back to look properly and groans. Walter likes tits and yours are nowhere near a disappointment. Your chest is heaving and you try hard to get yourself back under control, standing up and peeling the rest of the dress off and letting it fall to the floor. He groans again, sure his dick is leaking when he sees the little wet patch on your panties. He forces himself to stand up, though he has the strangest urge to drop to his knees at the sight of you.

“Is this what you want?” You breathe, feeling like there’s electricity in your veins.

“Mmmm.” He kisses you again, his hands on your face as your fingers work overtime to get his waistcoat and shirt undone.

He pulls the sleeves off over his hands without stopping his exploration of your mouth, his clothes dropping to the floor as he grabs you, pulling you tightly against him. You make out for a while, hands all over each other, desperate for more but trying to enjoy the moment. As he steps back finally, a little breathless, the urge from earlier returns. He decides to indulge it, kneeling before you and sliding his hands onto your thighs, looking up as he mouths you through your already soaked panties.

“Shit. Walter.”

“Feel good, honey?” He asks, his words buzzing against you.

You nod dumbly, pleasure teasing you as he keeps licking through your thin little panties, teeth grazing your sensitive spots. You let out a little whine and his fingers loop through the waistband, pulling your underwear down at glacial speed, slowly revealing you to him. He eyes your pussy hungrily, abandoning your panties half way down your thighs. A firm lick to your clit has you whimpering, and he loves the sound. His thumbs hold your lips open as he continues his exploration, tongue lapping at your arousal.

“Oh God.”

He looks up at your face again, your head thrown back as your hand rakes through your hair. That’s enough to convince him that you’re already close, and he pulls your panties down to your ankles, helping you step one foot out of them and slinging your leg up and over his shoulder. You squeak, your ass making contact with the table as you wobble from the effort of standing on one high-heeled foot.

He moves his face just far back enough to tell you to hold onto his head and then buries himself between your thighs, his hands gripping the sides of your ass. You do as you’re told, starting off holding on gently, but as soon as you feel his tongue press inside your pussy you forget about handling him with care. You wobble, your leg shaking, and you find yourself falling backwards onto the table. A glass crashes to the floor. He grunts as you pull his hair, your hips bucking up into his face as he dives even deeper into you. One of your hands lets go to slam your palm against the table, so close to release now. Your leg wraps around his head forcing his face against your pussy as you rut against him, starting to whine desperately. He can’t breathe but he doesn’t care, just wanting to get you there.

Finally your orgasm washes over you, making you clench your hands into fists and curl your toes, crying his name over and over again like a prayer. He thinks it might be the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

“Oh God,” you whimper again, as you finally let him go and he rocks back onto his heels, trying to get his breath back. “Are you okay?”

The urgency with which his dick is pressing against his pants is suggesting otherwise, but he just grins and tells you yes. You’re just starting to think about peeling yourself off the uncomfortable table when he stands up and rids himself of the rest of his clothing in record time.

“Don’t go anywhere, darlin’,” he coos as he rubs his dick against your pussy.

You barely have time to think, never mind try to go anywhere, before he’s pushing inside you. He’s hung and it hurts but you don’t care. You’re still dizzy from your orgasm, and you feel like you’re floating in space. He puts both of your ankles on his shoulders once he’s bottomed out, watching your face for his cue to move. You’d squeezed your eyes shut as he pushed inside, but they spring open now, full of lust.

“You okay, darlin’?” He finds himself asking, despite his desperate urge to move, his lips finding your ankle bone and kissing there.

“Yes,” you whisper.

Starting to thrust slowly, short, deep movements, he grips one calf in each hand. Your mouth falls open in ecstasy. He feels so good inside you don’t think you could speak right now if he begged you to. His eyes skate over your face and your breasts, still cocooned in your pretty lacey bra.

“Take that off f’me, honey,” he murmurs, nodding at the final item of clothing.

You struggle to reach behind you on the table, but you manage eventually, unclasping the bra and shrugging it off. He swallows, eyes hooded with lust. He can’t keep this slow pace up anymore, and he pulls almost all the way out to slam inside you with force, his eyes glued to your breasts as they bounce.

“Oh!” You cry out in surprise.

He grunts, repeating the movement again and again, feeling his release in the base of his dick now. Turning his head slightly, he licks from half way down your calf to your ankle, changing pace, his thrusts speeding up as he lets his tongue explore below your ankle bone, trailing along the soft leather of your shoe. The whole table shakes with his powerful thrusts, and you see the sweat standing out on his skin, feeling the way it sticks your skin together around the part where you’re joined.

“Walter!” You can’t think of anything else to say, you don’t even know what you’re trying to convey as the pleasure tips you over the edge into senselessness.

“Almost there, baby,” he moans, his thumb finding your clit in an attempt to coax another orgasm out of you.

The feeling jolts you into the room and you find yourself climaxing again, softer and more gentle than the last time, but just as strong.

“Oh GOD!”

His hands grab the tops of your thighs as your legs bend and fall off his shoulders, and he pulls you quickly towards him as he thrusts again. He pounds your pussy a few more times, and then he’s closer than he’d like to be inside a girl and he pulls out and cums hard and messily all over your belly. He holds the edge of the table for balance as his mind reels from the intensity of the pleasure. As soon as he can manage it, he bends down and rummages around in his clothes for his handkerchief, carefully wiping you clean with it.

You sit up slowly and look around you, dazed. He smiles at you, taking one of your hands and using it to help you stand up. You groan.

“Ow. My back…”

He rubs it gently with his other hand.

“Sorry darlin’. Ya wanna go lie down in a real bed for a while? Let me kiss it better?”

You smile and nod. “I’d love to.”

He leads you through another door into his bedroom, pulling the bedclothes back and gesturing for you to get in first. You step out of your heels and slip between the soft clean sheets, and he gets in with you. He rolls you gently onto your side, facing away from him, and starts to kiss you from the nape of your neck down. You feel like your nerve endings are on fire, and every kiss has you trembling.

“Mmmm. Walter.”

“Next time we’ll make love in the bed,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Next time?”

He pauses, dragging his lips back up to your ear and letting you fall onto your back again. Looking down at you, his eyes full of concern.

“Only if ya want, darlin’.” This might be the first time he’s ever been worried about a girl saying no.

“I’d love to. But… I need to keep singing to make a living and you’ll move on soon too…”

The words come out of his mouth before he has time to think about them. “Why don’tcha join the Chautauqua permanently? Travel with me?”

Your eyes go wide. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then I’d love to.”

He smiles, curling his body around yours and laying his head down on your chest. He’s never invited a girl to travel with him before, but something about this just feels right, and he sighs contentedly as he closes his eyes. He’s glad he took a chance on booking you for tonight. You’re just what the Chautauqua needs, and you might be just what he needs, too.

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vintagelover24 · 2 months ago

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Negotiating Parties

Pairing: Walter Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3,734

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Seducing, flirting, spanking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, cream pie, little bit of dirty talking, etc.

Author's Notes: Here it is the long awaited Walter Hale fic. I didn't want to do too much because I may end up making this into a mini series like the Change of Habit fics. So, I did leave the ending a bit open ended. If you guys like it then I'll write some more Walter Hale x reader stories. (There may be a Walter Hale x John Carpenter x Reader mashup in the works.. 👀) I did use a lot of lines from the film because it just made sense since this is heavily inspired by THAT tent scene. I hope you guys enjoy it! Possible spelling errors!

Walter Hale, the manager of the chautauqua had come into town with his troupe entertainers looking to find even more people with special talents to perform in his show. But he couldn’t do it all alone. You had worked with Walter for quite some time and now that he was the boss you worked as a shop stewardess helping him audition young children for kids part of the show. In the past the two of you did have some connection but now that he was the boss things were different, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. As much as you loved your job you didn’t love Walter’s way of doing things and how he’d leave you to deal with a dozen children to audition and you felt overworked. You also didn’t care for his excessive flirting with you and his smugness and that stupid grin of his face all the time and the way he would always be smoking those cigars. He thought it was cute, but you couldn’t stand the man sometimes. You were always challenging him and threatening to quit which he was always so against. But what really caused him problems was the fact that you were trying to start a union. He had been meaning to speak with you about all this strike business that when he finally caught up with you, you wouldn’t give him the time of day as he followed close behind you as you walked away from him.

“Well now, wait a minute, just listen to me. We’ve got some things to discuss.” Walter said.

You continued to walk and blew him off as you rolled your eyes. “I’ve got a few things on my mind I’ve been wanting to discuss with you!” you snapped.

“Good.. Let’s go to my place.” he said with a playful smirk on his lips.

“Nice try. This isn’t pillow talk. This is about business!” you remarked.

He continued to smirk at your words and then he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you into his embrace as his hands rested against your abdomen to stop you from walking and he grinned. You elbowed him and forced your way out of his grip, turning to face him.

“Just listen to me for a minute, honey.” he hummed. You quickly snatched your arm away from him and scoffed at him calling you honey.

“It’s Ms. Honey, boss!” you snapped.

He chuckled and nodded at your words and gestured for you to step into the tent with him the two of you were stopped at. “Ladies first..” he grinned. You narrowed your eyes at him and stepped into the tent and he followed behind you with a wide smirk as his sparkling blue eyes stared at you with such lust. He loved seeing you all riled up and mad at him, it only furthered his attraction towards you and turned him on at the same time. The moment the two of you got into the tent you turned to face him and began to ramble and go off on him about the unfair wages and being overworked.

“You’re not going to get away with it!” you rambled as you walked around the tent frantically.

“Get away with what, toots?” he smirked as he lit up one of his cigars, smirking as he placed it between his lips.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!” you huffed.

He chuckled as he took a few more puffs of his cigar, smiling at you as you just continued to go on and on about the union and when you didn’t notice he had walked closer to you that when you turned around he was right in your face with that big smug grin on his face and his cigar placed between his fingers.

“Would you mind shutting up a minute?” he laughed.

You swallowed harshly being so close to his face. You hated how handsome he was and how good he always looked in his suits. Especially in the dark brown suit he was wearing tonight. You tried to not let that distract you from what you intended to say and get done. But you had to admit it was hard as the two of you stared at one another and the smell of his cigar on his breath and his blue eyes staring right into you. He leaned back up with a grin and started toward the table. “If you’re finished rambling, I’d like to talk about another matter.” he said as he pulled a chair out for you. “Come sit down.” he hummed as he took a few more puffs of his cigar.

You furrowed your brow a bit as you stared at him and then the chair and you cleared your throat. “Why do I have to sit down?” you asked.

“You don’t have to sit down.” he chuckled, smoking his cigar and staring at you with a smile.

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly walked over to the chair and sitting down, you stared up at him suspiciously. “This better be about negotiating.” you remarked.

“Oh, we’re going to negotiate.” he smirked as he stood behind you. You tensed up the moment when you felt how close he was standing behind you. You cleared your throat. “So.. What’s the first order of business?” you asked.

“Well.. negotiating between business partners should be open… and intimate. I like you, Y/N. You’re a hard worker, say what’s on your mind and fun to be with. Not to mention your downright gorgeous.” he smirked.

You smiled nervously. “Oh, well thank you. What’s our first number of business as negotiating partners?” you asked.

He smirked and now his hands were resting on your shoulders and rubbing them sensually and slowly and brushing his fingers along your arms as he rubbed your shoulders and now he pressed up against the chair behind you and one of his hands brushed against your neck. You took a deep breath not knowing what he was trying to do.

“Well.. We could start to negotiate all kinds of things that could be more meaningful.. In all kinds of areas..” he hummed.

“M-Meaning what?” you stuttered as he continued to rub your shoulders.

“Meaning that relations between negotiating partners can be better served with what is sometimes called, getting into bed with each other.” he smirked as his fingertips lightly ran along your arms. You quickly hopped out of your chair angrily and swatted your hands at him to hit him as you hollered and he just laughed.

“Oh, you no good, son of a-” but before you could finish your sentence he grabbed a hold of you and you did your best to try to fight him off but he was a lot stronger than you. He tightened his grip around you as he sat down and forced you over his lap and you squirmed and kicked about trying to get out of his lap. “Let me go! This isn’t funny!” you yelled.

“It seems we’re going to have to start a new form of negotiating, aren’t we? Now hold still, honey.” he mumbled with a smirk as his cigar sat between his lips as he reached down to yank your skirt up above your ass and reveal your bare ass and you tried to swat at his hands but he bested you. He raised an eyebrow quite surprised to see that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Well, well.. You came prepared..” he grinned.

You felt your face grow hot and you continued to wiggle around and kick your legs. “I said let me go!!!” you shouted.

“Not until you’ve listened to me..” he said puffing on his cigar that hung from his lips and he held you down with his right arm trying to keep you from moving so much and then he brought his left hand down toward your ass and he slowly rubbed his hand over it, squeezing and groping it gently before he lifted his hand up and brought it back down to give your ass a hard slap. You squealed from the sting of his slap and you wiggled again as you whimpered, still trying to fight against him. He smacked your ass again and again, each slap becoming hard and causing your ass to turn red and you whimpered even louder because of how badly it stung. Then he ran his hand along your red and sensitive ass slowly. You pursed your lips together when you felt his long fingers running between your inner thighs and brushing up against the heat between your legs and you pressed your lips harder together trying to suppress the small moan that was fighting its way out of you. His fingers brushed slowly against your pussy and slightly parted your lips open and ran his middle finger along your pussy and clit and he raised an eyebrow when he felt how wet you were and then the whimpering moan that escaped your lips and your hips slightly thrusting against his finger. “Mm.. Seems you’re enjoying this, honey. Let’s explore just how wet I can get you..”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you felt so embarrassed because your body was working against you. You couldn’t help being wet from the way he was touching you and spanking you and when his fingers teased your pussy. It was a natural reaction for you to get wet. But it didn’t help that you did find him attractive. “P-Please.. No..” you whimpered. He smirked and rubbed his finger that was still between your wet lips and brushed the pad of his finger against your clit and you let out another moan and you could feel yourself getting wetter and he slipped his finger out of you to see it coated in your slick and he grinned at the delightful sight.

“Shhh...” he hummed as he spread your legs apart over his lap and he slapped his hand over your ass once more before he slipped his hand toward your pussy and gave it a gentle slap which caused you to jolt in his lap and your body trembled and you hated how aroused you were that it became impossible to even fight him anymore because he was going to get what he wanted before he let you go. He puffed away at his cigar that bounced between his lips as he took two fingers slowly guiding them inside of your tight wet pussy and he loved how your walls clenched around thick long fingers as he slid them knuckle deep inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered and moaned on top of him and your body completely submitted to him as your sweet nectar dripped down his fingers. He hadn’t even begun to finger you yet and you were already making a mess on him. “Goddamn, baby.. This pussy is so needy for me, hm?” he smirked.

You couldn’t even speak at this point that all you could do was nod and a soft “Mhm..” escaped you. You couldn’t deny it any longer just how much you yearned for him. He liked your response and curled his fingers inside of you and began to thrust them slowly and each thrust he forced them inside of you deeper which caused the soft noises escaping you to become loud and long and your whimpers sounded so desperate. He tilted his head slightly to watch himself fingering you and he could see your slick glistening all over his hand and dripping from you. But he wasn’t finished yet. To take it a step further he removed his cigar from his mouth and tossed it and then brought his other hand down and used the pad of his index finger to rub your sensitive swollen clit at the same pace that his fingers were pumping inside of you.

“W-Walter..” you began to whimper as your hands grasped onto his thigh.

He let out a soft chuckle at the sounds you were making and he began to pump his fingers faster inside of you and his index finger pressing against your clit firmly and rubbing it faster and you were so wet for him that the squelching sounds of him fingering you only grew louder as he watched your slick making an even bigger mess that it began to drip onto his lap and staining his pants. “Fuck..” he mumbled under his breath as he kept up his movements. Your moans loud and pleasurable as you call out his name and even begin to thrust your hips against his fingers trying to keep up with his movements. The way you maneuvered your hips caused you to rub up against the front of his pants. That was causing a pleasurable friction for him that you could feel his cock growing against you and he began to groan softly and you heard his groans and smirked to yourself as you continued to purposely hump his cock as he continued to fuck your pussy with his rough callose fingers and playing with your clit that your toes began to curl and your felt everything growing more intense as your orgasm built up and you nearly squealed when you felt him force another finger inside of your tight pussy and stretching you out just to get in deeper inside of you. “Oh fuck!” you shouted feeling yourself so close to cumming but also feeling another strange feeling at the same time. It was a feeling you had never felt before but it made everything he was doing even more intense that you couldn’t control what was going to happen now.

He could feel how tense your body was becoming and the way it trembled against him and how your walls tightened around his fingers and your breathing grew heavy and your body felt nearly weak. As you panted heavily and moaned his name out louder that’s when it happened. That’s when you came so hard all over his fingers and his lap and then suddenly another liquid came squirting out of you at the same time that made an even bigger mess on him and his eyes lit up at the sight of you squirting and cumming for him and your moans were so loud you were sure anyone walking by the tent could hear you screaming Walter’s name. “Mm, you dirty little girl.. Squirting all over my suit like that.. Tsk tsk..” he hummed. Your face was bright red because you couldn’t control what happened and you were so embarrassed, you could feel the liquid dripping from you and your body trembled when you felt him slip his soaked fingers out of your leaking and stretched pussy. You thought he was finished with you now as you laid across his lap limp and tired. But you were in for a surprise when he grabbed you and manhandled you as he lifted you up from his lap and forced you to sit on top of his soaked lap now and he placed your legs around his waist.

“W-What are you doing?” you said breathless.

“We aren’t finished yet, honey. I want to make sure you understand my proposal for our negotiation.. Clearly.” he smirked. You watched with wide eyes as he reached down to undo his pants and he reached a hand into his pants, wrapping his hand around his fully erect cock and tugging it out of his pants and you blushed at the sight of him and chewed on your bottom lip. He looked up and grinned when he saw you staring at his cock. “Like what you see?” he teased. You licked over your lips and nodded slowly in response to him. “You’ll like the way it feels even more..” he mumbled as he pulled you to him and crashed his lips against yours and kissing you deeply you dare put up a fight anymore because you couldn’t resist his charms as you shared a deep kiss and he took his cock and slowly guided it inside of your pussy that was nice and stretched enough for him to slide inside of you with ease and the movement you felt his cock enter you and stretch you out even more you moaned loudly and against his lips as he groaned against yours. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders and clawing at the fabric of his suit as he bottomed out inside of you and he placed his hands on your waist and tightening his grip on you as he forced you to stay still and he began to slam his cock inside of you lifting his hips up and down as each movement got faster. You squealed and cried out his name as his cock slammed against your walls and hit against your cervix. You could feel it pulsing inside of you with each stroke.

“S-So fuckin’ wet for me, honey’..” he groaned. You didn’t know how it was possible for you to still be so wet for him and only growing wetter as he abused your pussy with such vigor and roughness that he began to bounce you on his cock and the sound of the chair creaking beneath the two of you sounded nearly muffled as the noises that escaped the both of you grew louder and his hands moved to rest against your ass, giving it a hard slap as you bounced on top of him. You tugged at the fabric of his brown suit balling it up in your fists and he kept one hand on your ass and then moved the other between your thighs and his fingers found your clit again and it was already so sensitive that when he began to rub slow circles against it with his middle finger your eyes rolled back and your thighs slightly squeezing around his hips and you knew it was a matter of time before you reached your climax once again because it was already building and you started to pant and whimper and cry out his name so desperately.

“Mm.. Gonna be a good girl and squirt for me again? Hm? Make this suit a bigger mess..” he whispered into your ear as he hips slammed against you and his cock so deep inside of you driving you over the end and you nearly screamed in pleasure the more pressure he put against your clit that before you could register what was happening your orgasm hit like a tidal wave and your entire body went into shock as you convulsed on top of him and trembled and your thighs squeezing around him as you came all over his cock and squirted for the second time not only getting it all over his cock and hand, but on his pants once against as hell as the jacket of his suit. That drove him completely over the edge and he held you down on his cock and he rocked you back and forth and he grunted loudly as his warm cum came spurtting out inside of you in ropes and filling you up. You collapsed against him, whimpering like a kitten as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders loosely and the two of you tried to catch your breath and when he finished inside of you he reached down to slip his cock out that was slowly growing soft and his cum leaked out of you.

Walter exhaled sharply, his face nuzzled into your neck and he placed soft little kisses against it as his hands rubbed over your thighs. You slowly lifted your head up to look at him and you were blushing hard because you had ruined his suit and because he was still your boss and you did the one thing you shouldn’t have. But he didn’t care one bit. He stared at you with those beautiful blue eyes and a grin and he placed his hand between your chin with his thumb pressed against your chin and his index finger rested right beneath. “So.. Whaddaya say? Do you agree with the terms of our negotiation?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him knowing that the only part of the negotiation he meant was the “Getting into bed together” part. But there was no way for you to say no now, not after what the two of you just did and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy it and wanted more. You cleared your throat and climbed off his lap to fix your dress and gain control of yourself again. He continued to stare at you as he tugged his cock back into his pants and fixed himself as best as he could and he glanced down to see the wet stains all over him and he smirked to himself at the sight before he turned his attention back to you as he stood up. “So? We’ve got a deal, honey?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I have a choice in the matter now, do I?” replied with your usual attitude.

He chuckled. “Oh, you have a choice.” he grinned.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him being a fool if you said because you knew you’d regret it and would only think of the feeling of his fingers inside of you and the way his cock felt. “I guess we have a deal.” you hummed, reaching your hand out to shake his and raised an eyebrow glancing down at your hand and he pushed it away grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss and you threw your arms around him and returned his passionate deep kiss until the two of you were suddenly interrupted by the sound of loud fireworks shooting across the tent that Walter, unbeknownst to him set off when he threw his cigar. You screamed and Walter quickly grabbed you and two of you ran out of the tent as he laughed and you hit him playfully because you assumed he had something to do with the fireworks and you stormed off and he tried to catch up with you until he was stopped by a group of kids wanting him to see their act for the show. He hoped that he’d run into later on for some more “negotiating”.

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