I begin sucking and stroking my Sir’s cock with a vengeance, looking up at him and enjoying the view of him struggling to keep it together. Nas bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut as the man in the bathroom finally leaves. Once the door closes, Nas grabs me by the hair and starts to fuck my mouth hard. It doesn’t matter that I’m gagging or on the verge of suffocation, Nas keeps going, his cock hitting the back of my throat over and over again until I feel his fingers tighten against my head.

“Yes!” he screams, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and stroking it until cum shoots out in ribbons, landing on the shoulder and chest of my dress. Nas shoves himself back between my lips and finishes in my mouth. I swallow the rest of it in gulps like I’m supposed to as Nas leans back against the stall door, sucking in air.

“That was so fucking incredible,” I say, wiping the side of my mouth to get the rest of Nas’s cum. Nas pulls his pants up and puts himself back together while I stand up and tug my dress down to the length it’s supposed to be.

“Your pussy is so fucking good I think it might be made of magic spells,” Nas says, giving me a compliment I didn't know I wanted as I look down at my dress and see the couple of stains left behind from Nas’s cum. I go to wipe them away but Nas stops me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning up,” I say, looking confused. “I have to go back out there until the fundraiser is over.”

“So?” he says as he steps forward and grabs me by the waist. He straightens out the rest of my dress before kissing me, then he looks at the mess he made and I can tell from the proud look on his face that he’s about to do something devious.

“You’re kidding right?” I ask, not needing to hear it.

“I’m not,” he answers. “I like seeing my mess on you, and it excites me to think of you walking around out there with my cum on you in plain view.”

“Nas, what if somebody notices?”

“They won’t. You're a photographer, which means people are always paying attention to what’s in front of your camera, not behind it. Plus … who’s in charge?”

I grin as I purse my lips. “You, Sir.”

“Good girl. Have a good rest of your night. Call me when you get home,” Nas says before kissing me again and leaving the stall. A part of me still thinks he’s kidding until I see him walk out, leaving me in the men’s restroom by myself.