Dinner Date
“Tell me a story” she said. “Imagine we are on our first date. Tell me about it and how you would make me fall in love with you.”
and so inspired by her sensuality and beauty, I started to write.
We meet in a restaurant and I take a table near the back so that we can be discrete. Near the end of the meal, I lean across the table towards you. “Take off your panties and give them to me”. Your face flushes with excitement and fear as you ease them over your bottom, lifting each leg, before passing them to me in a ball across the table. I raise them to my face to inhale your sweet odeur before placing them into my pocket.
“Now, touch yourself”. I watch your eyes widen in pleasure as you place a finger on your clit, sliding it between your lips and then pushing it inside you. “Put your finger into my mouth”. You place your wet finger into my mouth and I clean your juices from it. “Delicious, you taste delicious. Now put it back. Push it deep”. As you do so I can see the pleasure on your face, your chest flushing with desire, your nipples hardening. “Show me your breasts!” You know better than to disobey but are frightened. “Here? What if people see?” You look across the restaurant. There is only one couple at our end of the room and they are engrossed in their own conversation. “Do it!” I command. "For me". You lower the strap of your dress and you left breast falls forward out of the fabric and into the fresh air. The feeling of liberation hits you and excites you.
“Lick your fingers and play with your nipple. Pinch it”. With fingers covered in saliva you play with your nipple, pulling it gently, teasing it, pinching it. “Now the other one. Show me”. Dizzy with desire, you lift your hand from under your dress and lower the other strap. Your breast falls free and instinctively you tease your nipple looking at me, seeing the desire and pleasure on my face. I look to my left and you follow my gaze. The couple who were earlier engrossed in conversation are looking at us. Looking at you. Looking at your firm bare breasts as you play with them at the table. Shocked you immediately lift both straps. “Why didn’t you warn me”, you hiss under your breath. “I need the ladies room” and you rush off your face red with embarrassment.
When you come out of the ladies, I am standing there waiting and I guide you away from the restaurant towards the lifts. Grateful to be spared further embarrassment you take my arm, your head against my shoulder. Once in the lift, I take your knickers from my pocket and bind your hands behind your back. I bend you over, lift your dress and bury my tongue inside you. Tasting your wetness, my tongue reaching deep inside you. As the lift doors open I stand up wiping my face and lead you down the corridor to our room. “Are you ready to please me”, I ask. You don’t answer because you know that you will. You never fail to give me pleasure.
Once in the room, I place a collar and lead around your neck and lead you across to a leather sofa and bend you over it, maneuvering you with one hand on your throat, the other holding your bound hands firmly in place behind your back. I bend you over. "So how did that feel, exposing yourself to strangers? Excited?" I reach between your legs and feel your wetness. "So you liked that? The humiliation of being seen or being seeing you for the naughty girl that you are?". I lift your dress exposing you white ass, and bring down my hand playfully on it. It is a light tap but your squeal with delight. SLAP. My hand comes down harder this time, leaving a red mark on your bare white flesh. SLAP. Another, this time a bit harder. The pain stings and the warmth spreads across your body, your pussy tingles in excitement. "You like being treated like a slut don't you? Like a naughty girl who needs controlling punishing? Tell me!". SLAP. "I am a slut and I need to be punished" you gasp as my hand comes down again. SLAP. Then, out of the corner of your eye you see movement. Someone else is the room. There standing in the room watching you are the couple from the restaurant! The people who saw your breasts, who humiliated you with their gaze.
You try to stand up, to run, to hide, but I hold you down firm over the leather sofa. "No. Don't. Stay still." I hold you firm against the furniture, your hands held firmly in place behind your back, and I reach for your hair. "Look. Watch". I pull your head back with your hair and you notice that the man's cock is sticking out of his trousers, erect, hard, the tip glistening as the woman strokes it. As soon as your body relaxes, I lower you to the floor and then lead you by the collar across the room on your hands and knees towards the couple. Your eyes are fixed on his long hard cock, the smooth movements as she strokes it.
She lowers her head and you watch her take it into her mouth, deep inside, her tongue sliding over the head. Wet and shiny she continues to rub it as you watch, sucking the head from time to time. They look at you, kneeling like an obedient pet, waiting; a collar around your neck and the lead in my hand. The man groans and steps forwards, the woman's hand a blur as she rubs him faster and faster. Then, all of a sudden he starts to cum, sperm sprays forth over your breasts, body and neck. His body shakes with each spurt. The woman leans forwards and starts to clean it from your body. Her tongue licking across your skin, nipples and breasts, cleaning each drop of cum. She kisses you gently on the lips, you can smell his cum on her mouth and your tongue snakes out to taste. "You are a very good girl" she says as she stands, straightens her dress and leads her husband from the room.
You raise your eyes to mine and see the lust in my eyes; the passion, the love. "I love you and never want to be separated from you. Was I good girl? Can I have my reward now?" I nod in agreement and lead you across the room, untie your hands and then sit in a large leather chair. Kneeling before me you undo my trousers. You will soon have your reward.
and so inspired by her sensuality and beauty, I started to write.
We meet in a restaurant and I take a table near the back so that we can be discrete. Near the end of the meal, I lean across the table towards you. “Take off your panties and give them to me”. Your face flushes with excitement and fear as you ease them over your bottom, lifting each leg, before passing them to me in a ball across the table. I raise them to my face to inhale your sweet odeur before placing them into my pocket.
“Now, touch yourself”. I watch your eyes widen in pleasure as you place a finger on your clit, sliding it between your lips and then pushing it inside you. “Put your finger into my mouth”. You place your wet finger into my mouth and I clean your juices from it. “Delicious, you taste delicious. Now put it back. Push it deep”. As you do so I can see the pleasure on your face, your chest flushing with desire, your nipples hardening. “Show me your breasts!” You know better than to disobey but are frightened. “Here? What if people see?” You look across the restaurant. There is only one couple at our end of the room and they are engrossed in their own conversation. “Do it!” I command. "For me". You lower the strap of your dress and you left breast falls forward out of the fabric and into the fresh air. The feeling of liberation hits you and excites you.
“Lick your fingers and play with your nipple. Pinch it”. With fingers covered in saliva you play with your nipple, pulling it gently, teasing it, pinching it. “Now the other one. Show me”. Dizzy with desire, you lift your hand from under your dress and lower the other strap. Your breast falls free and instinctively you tease your nipple looking at me, seeing the desire and pleasure on my face. I look to my left and you follow my gaze. The couple who were earlier engrossed in conversation are looking at us. Looking at you. Looking at your firm bare breasts as you play with them at the table. Shocked you immediately lift both straps. “Why didn’t you warn me”, you hiss under your breath. “I need the ladies room” and you rush off your face red with embarrassment.
When you come out of the ladies, I am standing there waiting and I guide you away from the restaurant towards the lifts. Grateful to be spared further embarrassment you take my arm, your head against my shoulder. Once in the lift, I take your knickers from my pocket and bind your hands behind your back. I bend you over, lift your dress and bury my tongue inside you. Tasting your wetness, my tongue reaching deep inside you. As the lift doors open I stand up wiping my face and lead you down the corridor to our room. “Are you ready to please me”, I ask. You don’t answer because you know that you will. You never fail to give me pleasure.
Once in the room, I place a collar and lead around your neck and lead you across to a leather sofa and bend you over it, maneuvering you with one hand on your throat, the other holding your bound hands firmly in place behind your back. I bend you over. "So how did that feel, exposing yourself to strangers? Excited?" I reach between your legs and feel your wetness. "So you liked that? The humiliation of being seen or being seeing you for the naughty girl that you are?". I lift your dress exposing you white ass, and bring down my hand playfully on it. It is a light tap but your squeal with delight. SLAP. My hand comes down harder this time, leaving a red mark on your bare white flesh. SLAP. Another, this time a bit harder. The pain stings and the warmth spreads across your body, your pussy tingles in excitement. "You like being treated like a slut don't you? Like a naughty girl who needs controlling punishing? Tell me!". SLAP. "I am a slut and I need to be punished" you gasp as my hand comes down again. SLAP. Then, out of the corner of your eye you see movement. Someone else is the room. There standing in the room watching you are the couple from the restaurant! The people who saw your breasts, who humiliated you with their gaze.
You try to stand up, to run, to hide, but I hold you down firm over the leather sofa. "No. Don't. Stay still." I hold you firm against the furniture, your hands held firmly in place behind your back, and I reach for your hair. "Look. Watch". I pull your head back with your hair and you notice that the man's cock is sticking out of his trousers, erect, hard, the tip glistening as the woman strokes it. As soon as your body relaxes, I lower you to the floor and then lead you by the collar across the room on your hands and knees towards the couple. Your eyes are fixed on his long hard cock, the smooth movements as she strokes it.
She lowers her head and you watch her take it into her mouth, deep inside, her tongue sliding over the head. Wet and shiny she continues to rub it as you watch, sucking the head from time to time. They look at you, kneeling like an obedient pet, waiting; a collar around your neck and the lead in my hand. The man groans and steps forwards, the woman's hand a blur as she rubs him faster and faster. Then, all of a sudden he starts to cum, sperm sprays forth over your breasts, body and neck. His body shakes with each spurt. The woman leans forwards and starts to clean it from your body. Her tongue licking across your skin, nipples and breasts, cleaning each drop of cum. She kisses you gently on the lips, you can smell his cum on her mouth and your tongue snakes out to taste. "You are a very good girl" she says as she stands, straightens her dress and leads her husband from the room.
You raise your eyes to mine and see the lust in my eyes; the passion, the love. "I love you and never want to be separated from you. Was I good girl? Can I have my reward now?" I nod in agreement and lead you across the room, untie your hands and then sit in a large leather chair. Kneeling before me you undo my trousers. You will soon have your reward.
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