0 comments/ 19555 views/ 0 favorites Le bar By: Philippe C de Harles La traduction française de : The Bar by : paperbakwrytr traduit par : Philippe C de Harles Elle entre dans le bar avec une seule idée en tête, baiser avec un inconnu. Ce bar est situé dans un des quartiers très mal famés de New York. Elle ne s'en soucis pas, ce soir, elle est à la recherche de sensations fortes. Et, de la manière qu'elle est vêtue, il n'y aura aucun doute dans la tête de tous ces gars qui seront dans le bar parce qu'elle affiche très bien ce qu'elle recherche. C'est une femme de grandeur normale avec de gros seins et des jambes bien galbées, une longue chevelure brune parsemée de quelques mèches blondes lui vient à la hauteur des épaules, elle dégage beaucoup de sensualité. Elle porte une robe de cuir noire, ajustée sur sa peau, moulant ses formes. Elle a volontairement descendu le zipper sur le devant, ces hommes vont la trouver irrésistible, elle s'est vêtue si provocante qu'elle-même ne peut plus reculer. Des bottes en cuir à talon aiguille lui montent jusqu'au haut des cuisses, les aide à deviner qu'elle sera accessible, femme facile. Elle ne porte pas de petite culotte, elle ne veut surtout pas cacher ce qu'elle veut tant leur monter. Elle est à la recherche de sensations fortes, du sexe viril, vite fait, juste une bonne botte sans histoires ni sentiments, tout ce qu'elle veut, c'est un pénis en elle, et, ce soir, n'importe quel pénis peut faire l'affaire. Elle ne veut même pas attacher un visage à l'acte, surtout ne rien savoir de sa vie à lui, tout ce qu'elle recherche c'est une bonne botte sans aucune attache ni histoire, du sexe viril, quoi? Elle voit tout de suite ce qu'elle recherche, il joue au billard en face du bar. Il a l'allure d'un dur, d'un gars de bicycle, un tee-shirt blanc moule sa poitrine de gars qui aime s'exercer régulièrement avec des altères et la veste de cuir noire lui donne encore plus un air de vrai dur. Des jeans serrés et la fameuse chaîne qui retient son portefeuille suspendu en toute évidence à sa taille, lui révèle tout ce qu'elle veut savoir de lui. Oui, qu'elle se dit, lui, c'est un vrai dur, comme elle se l'imaginait, exactement le genre qu'elle recherche. Mentalement, elle n'est pas en état pour aucune discussion, elle ne veut surtout pas perdre du temps à jouer le jeu de la séduction ni le rituel de la drague. Elle ne veut rien savoir de sa vie à lui. Elle a seulement envie de ressentir un pénis lui pistonner la chatte. En marchant directement jusqu'à lui, elle sait trop bien que tous ces durs à cuire la désir. Il est costaud, plus grand qu'elle croyait, mais, elle sait qu'il fera l'affaire. Elle lui murmure quelque chose à l'oreille. Il dépose sa baguette sur la table de billard et la suit. Pour se rendre à l'extérieur, ils doivent retraverser tout le bar devant ces hommes qui la déshabillent de yeux, elle continue de se déhancher jusqu'à ce qu'elle disparaisse dans la rue sombre. Les bruits des klaxons au loin de taxis et de toutes ces autos qui poursuivent leurs folles courses sont les seules sons qui perturbent la nuit. Elle marche jusqu'au coin de la rue, il suit tout près d'elle. Elle va vers un coin sombre près du mur de la ruelle. Elle s'appuie contre ce mur, il connaît son rôle, ils n'ont pas besoin de se dire un seul mot. Il réagit rudement, il lui prend les poignets et il les immobilise au dessus de sa tête, il l'embrasse sans aucune délicatesse, sa barbe de quelques jours irrite sa peau si sensible. Elle lui retourne son baiser, sa langue plonge dans sa bouche, la suçant de la sienne, il la serre de toutes ses forces contre son corps, elle ressent la bosse de sa verge en érection qui palpite contre ses cuisses. Sa chatte commence à mouiller, elle reconnaît cette douce chaleur qui monte à l'intérieur de son corps. Elle se sent si vivante pendant que chacun de ses nerfs réagit dans son corps au rythme fou de ses désirs. Elle reconnaît ces sensations et les bruits qu'ils déclenchent dans sa chatte qui se contracte. Le zipper est descendu sans ménagement avec bruit, déclenchant en elle ces moments de jouissance si anticipée. De ses mains impatientes, il lui pogne les seins, sa peau rude écorche la sienne. Elle pousse des gémissements, il emplie ses mains de ses seins 34DD. Sans délicatesse, ses mains lui pincent et lui griffent les mamelons, elles lui font mal en faisant de cercles avec l'intérieur de ses mains qu'il frotte rudement sur ses auréoles, les souffrances deviennent plaisirs. Elle arque son bassin dans des mouvements obscènes de femme dévergondée pour que sa chatte puisse se frotter tout contre son pénis. Elle le supplie pour qu'il enfonce son pénis en elle, pour qu'il la pistonne de son membre viril et qu'il la fourre et qu'il lui boure la chatte comme la salope qu'elle est. Il arrête l'étreinte, éloigne son corps du sien, il admire ses formes de femme pendant que ses yeux à elle se font suppliant. De ses mains, il joue avec sa ceinture, il défait la boucle, la détache, le macho se rapproche d'elle et sans ménagement il lui empoigne les poignets et il les attache en les liant avec la ceinture, il la retourne brusquement face au mur pendant qu'elle pousse des cries plaintifs. Elle cambre encore plus ses fesses, son corps a si besoin du sien. Elle le sent bouger derrière elle, il lui remonte la robe jusqu'à la taille, ses mains impatientes se promènent sur sa chatte, elles lui caressant le clitoris déjà bien éveillé. Le macho tient son pénis d'une main et il en frotte le gland contre sa fente et sans avertissement, il l'enfonce profondément en elle d'un seul coup de rein, elle crie de douleur, elle se sent comme si elle venait d'être coupée en deux. Son membre viril la pistonne à longs coups, elle crie en poussant de ses fesses contre son corps viril comme si c'était elle qui voulait l'avaler en entier. Il ne fait plus du tout attention à ce qu'elle veut, lui, il ne pense qu'à la fourrer, l'entendre hurler de plaisir. Il la pistonne, de son gros pénis, il la lime de toutes ses forces, à chaque nouveau coup ses testicules frappent contre son clitoris. Elle se donne sans aucune retenue, elle a envie de sentir son pénis en elle, elle lui laisse faire tout ce qu'il désir d'elle. Il l'empogne par les hanches et il la tire brusquement contre son pénis pour qu'elle le sente bien qui vibre en elle, tout son corps se démène dans une chevauchée sauvage tout le temps qu'il la pistonne. Elle est chatouillée par des goûtes de sueurs qui coulent du front de son amant dans la craque de ses fesses et chacune des goûtes déclenche une nouvelle vague de plaisirs. Elle aime ces sensations pendant qu'elle est toute retournée de l'intérieur, il le ressent lui aussi et il sait qu'elle sent venir l'orgasme, il la sait si prête. Il lui laisse deviner qu'il va lui donner un dernier grand coup, profond, viril. Au lieu de cela, il la fait attendre, il veut la tester, le macho veut qu'elle en redemande, qu'elle le supplie. Elle pousse du bassin pour tenter de s'enfoncer le pénis encore plus profond dans sa chatte, mais, elle s'aperçoit qu'au lieu de la pénétrer, le macho se retire complètement, elle en pleure, elle a tant besoin de ce pénis en elle. Il se tient immobile en face d'elle, le pénis à la main, le macho se masturbe pendant qu'il la regarde, il jouit de la voir le supplier comme la vraie pute qu'elle est pendant qu'elle vient près de s'évanouir tellement elle est folle de frustration. Il la pogne par les épaules et sans ménagement, il plonge son pénis au plus profond d'elle, et, il arrête complètement de bouger. Elle gémit sous la douleur, mais, cette douleur devient jouissance. Elle en oublie de respirer pendant qu'elle s'aperçoit qu'elle n'a plus le contrôle de son corps, sa chatte elle se contracte tout autour du pénis de cet étranger. Il la pistonne en lui ramonant à grands coups tout l'intérieur de sa chatte, les parois de sa chatte le serre de tous leurs muscles, il veut la défoncer, qu'elle s'ouvre toute à lui. Il lui secoue les épaules en lui donnant un dernier grand coup de butoir tout en lâchant un cri animal, guttural, il se retire d'elle et il lui décharge dans le dos, elle sent son sperme lui couler dans la craque des fesses, se mélangeant avec sa mouille à elle. Elle a des gémissements de femme en chaleur pendant que ce pénis se repose dans la craque de ses fesses, bougeant paresseusement de haut en bas. Lorsqu'elle se relève, du sperme coule à l'intérieur de ses cuisses, il lui repogne la taille et il l'oblige à se pencher la tête au niveau du sol. Aussitôt, elle panique, elle essaie de voir ce qui se passe, mais en l'espace un clin d'œil, sans aucun avertissement et sans aucun préliminaire, il lui enfonce son pénis en pleine érection dans l'anus, la douleur devient insupportable, elle croit qu'elle va s'évanouir. Son pénis lui a défoncé si brutalement l'anus, avec encore plus de force qu'elle ne l'aurait jamais cru possible. Les sons de ses gémissements sont étouffés par les sons ambiants, pour quelques secondes tout l'intérieur de son corps semble momentanément paralysé sous cette charge de cavalerie, elle souffre tant qu'elle ne peut pas réagir, elle attend ses gémissements comme si elle regarderait tout cela sur un écran de télévision, la douleur la réveille, elle entend ses propres gémissements qui augmentent au même rythme que cette force qui l'a pénétré dans l'anus. Elle réalise que le macho se déplace derrière elle, il penche son corps au-dessus du sien d'une manière protectrice, sa main fouille entre ses cuisses et elles lui caressent la chatte qui elle mouille plus que jamais. Elle sait et elle a une peur morbide de ce qui va arriver, mais, son corps, lui, prend lentement le dessus sur ses craintes et il commence à jouir au même rythme que ce pénis qui abuse de son anus. Elle réalise qu'elle est consentante, alors, c'est elle qui pousse encore plus des fesses contre les assauts de son membre pour qu'il sache qu'elle le veut, mais, lui le savait déjà, il sait qu'elle a si besoin de ressentir son gros membre en elle. Avec un doigt, il lui agace le clitoris qui est déjà très éveillé et soudainement, en contraste avec tout ce qu'elle s'attendait de lui, l'homme la masturbe délicatement, elle frissonne sous tous ces plaisirs qui montent dans son corps. De son autre main, il la caresse de ses hanches à ses seins, elle se détend et c'est plus fort qu'elle, son cul bouge d'un bord à l'autre sivant chaque mouvement de son pénis en elle. Il sent monter en lui comme la puissance d'un volcan qui serait près à faire éruption, ce qui lui fait perdre tout control. Elle ressent son pénis qui palpite à pleine force, l'ouvrant et lui labourant l'intérieur, forçant ses pârois à s'ouvrir à leur pleine expansion. Sa respiration se changent par des petits cris qu'il lâche contre ses oreilles. Maintenant, malgré les palpitations ininterrompus de sa verge, il s'aperçoit que c'est son anus à elle qui avale son pénis. Elle veut bouger, mais, il la retient fermement, ne lui permettant plus aucun mouvement. Ces gémissements à elle, retentissent en écho du long des murs. Inquiète subitement de tout le bruit qu'elle fait, elle regarde aux alentours s'il y aurait des témoins, il en a profité pour lui entrer deux doigts dans la chatte et aussitôt cela lui fait réaliser que les gémissements qu'elle entend sont les siens. L'orgasme explose en elle avant qu'elle n'est le temps de s'apercevoir ce qui se passe dans son propre corps. Elle bouge son cul avec toute ses énergies pour s'enfoncer son membre viril en elle si bien qu'il en perd presque l'équilibre. Le macho ne pouvait s'imaginer que sa chatte lui sucerait les doigts tel qu'un gros aspirateur et qu'elle s'agripperait avec tant de vivacité à son membre. C'est seulement alors qu'il se rend contre qu'il n'a jamais eu le contrôle de la situation. Son pénis lui presque fait mal lorsqu'il crache son sperme tout au fond d'elle et il réalise qu'il ne saura jamais s'il la complètement contenter. Ils gémissements tous les deux pendant qu'il vient en elle, et, ni lui ni elle, ne savent ni ne se soucient de ce qui pourrait arriver dans les minutes à venir. Elle reste suspendu dans ses bras sans aucune énergie, désarticulée comme une poupée de chiffons et lui-même ne sait pas s'il a encore la force de la retenir contre lui. Il se lève en l'aidant à se relever elle aussi, il retire son pénis du refuge étroit de son anus. Il s'éloigne un peu d'elle en tenant son pénis dans sa main, il le masturbe délicatement pour en faire ressortir les dernières goûtes pendant qu'il doit prendre des profondes respirations. Il revient vers elle et lui détache les poignets. La ceinture a laissé des profondes marques rouges à ses poignets et il est certain que ces blessures lui laisseront des bleus. Le temps d'un clin d'oeil, ils se regardent dans les yeux, ils savent qu'ils ne se reverront jamais, elle va partir de son côté et lui du sien, elle a eu ce qu'elle voulait et lui aussi. Elle replace sa robe, s'éloigne de lui et elle revient vers lui pour l'embrasser sur la bouche en lui mettant un billet de 100 dollars dans les mains, elle le remercie pour la bonne botte et elle disparaît au coin de la rue. Elle marche jusqu'à son automobile en repensant à ce qui c'est passé. Lorsqu'elle entre dans son auto, elle se change, elle enlève sa culotte toute mouillé qu'elle serait gênée de montrer, si ce n'est qu'à cet étranger. Son amoureux l'attend lorsqu'elle revient chez elle, il lui demande comment c'est déroulé sa rencontre d'affaire, elle lui dit que c'était un peu fatiguant, mais que tout c'est bien passé. Elle va dans sa chambre et elle essaie d'oublier sa nouvelle personnalité, mais, malgré elle, elle ressent encore des désirs en elle. Elle prend une douche et elle se savonne, mais, elle sait qu'elle ne pourra jamais tout effacer de cette nuit-là, son corps, lui, s'en souviendra toujours. Lorsque finalement, elle retourne dans son lit, elle est heureuse que son copain soit déjà endormi. Il lui a laissé une enveloppe son oreiller, elle l'ouvre, un billet de 100 dollars en tombe, la note dit : merci pour la bonne botte. Elle sourit et s'endort. Le Bel de Mer Scott and I had been married for two years. He was a prosecutor for the District Attorney's office in San Diego. I was in my last year at California Western School of Law. I was studying for exams and Scott had been working on the preliminaries for a major upcoming trial. Our schedules were busy at this point in our lives. By the time the evenings rolled around, we were too tired to go out, let alone have sex. We both missed it and it was causing a lot of tension in our otherwise happy life. That was about to change. While at the library studying the afternoon of our anniversary, my cell phone rang. I picked it up and went outside to take the call. "Hello. Kat Nichols." "A gorgeous pussy you are, too, Mrs. Nichols" Scott said in his low voice that sent a warm tingle through my body. God, that voice. It was so deep it just seemed to ooze sensuality. Everything about him was sexy to me and always had been. At 46 years old, Scott was a handsome man. His hair was blonde, though if you looked close enough you could see a few silver streaks disbursed here and there. He stood six feet tall and though he had just begun to put on some weight from too many late-night take-outs during this trial preparation, Scott worked out regularly at the gym and had the body to prove it. With his baby face and bright green eyes, people often mistook him for being in his thirties. "You at the library, Kit-Kat?" "Naturally. I'm thinking of taking some furniture out of the condo and moving in here until the end of exams," I smiled at the recognition of the nickname he used for me. He hadn't called me that in weeks. "You're in a good mood. Where are you?" "I'm in a very good mood, my love. As we speak I'm in my office, closing up shop for the day and I don't think you'd better be moving anything. I know a certain lawyer who'd be a little upset to come home and find his kitten missing." "Oh, you know how we cats are. We always find our way back home again," I joked back with him and then looked at my watch. Three o'clock. "You're leaving work early? Who died?" "No one. I need a break," he said. "Most of the preliminaries are done. I figure Steve can earn his paycheck this weekend by handling a few things for me. "Besides, I haven't had a chance to play with my pussycat in weeks and it is our anniversary, after all." I laughed out loud, but clearly understood what he was saying. "I have it on very good authority that your pussycat is climbing the walls and her owner is getting ready to start lifting her tail for some big tom if it…I mean, 'she' doesn't get some attention soon," I teased. "Very funny, young lady. Don't you dare!" he laughed and then grew serious. "I miss you, Kat. We hardly see each other. It doesn't even feel like we're married." He sighed. The remorse in his voice was evident. "I thought maybe we could go out to dinner tonight for our anniversary. You know, like a real date. Remember those?" Scott's voice softened and I heard the smile in his tone. "Hmmm, I think I vaguely recall what a date is," I smiled. "I miss you, too, baby. I'd love to go." "Good. I made seven o'clock reservations for dinner at Le Bel. Meet you at home?" "I'm packing up my books as we speak." "I love you, Kat." I smiled. "I love you too, Scott. See you in a little while." I snapped shut my cell and ran back inside to gather up my things, smiling to myself. Le Bel de Mer was our favorite restaurant. Scott took me there on our first date. Its French cuisine was to die for. Being a law student and perpetually broke, I wasn't used to such high-class places where dinner was no less than $125 a plate. I think he was trying to impress me with the ambiance. The truth of the matter was, he could've taken me to McDonald's and I wouldn't have cared. I was already impressed with him and completely starry-eyed where he was concerned. On the drive home, I was mentally going through my closet, trying to come up with something provocative to wear. Even though we'd been married for two years, I still liked to wear sexy things for Scott, just to keep our relationship exciting. Since we were going to Le Bel, particularly tonight, I wanted something that would that would ignite the passion we'd been denying ourselves. Two things always went together in our relationship: great sex and Le Bel. I smiled to myself as I thought about how it all began. *** I first met Scott Nichols while he was visiting CW as a guest lecturer for a class I'd been required to take. I developed a serious crush as soon as I laid eyes on him. I didn't think I stood a chance with him, given that he was 15 years my senior, but I was determined to make him notice me. Instead of sitting in the mid-section of the auditorium as I'd always done, I sat right down in front every day the entire week he taught. I hung on his every word, asking a lot of questions and treasuring his replies. He had this way of looking right at me when he answered, that just made my insides turn to jelly. I felt like I was in high school, instead of a then 29 year-old woman. Prior to Scott showing up in our class, I dressed casually, as I preferred to do most of the time, but after meeting him, I started dressing up a bit more every day. Nothing fancy. This was college, after all, but I wore skirts instead of jeans with baby doll shirts and sweaters that accentuated my ample breasts and cut off just above my navel. When I raised my hand with a question, my top would go up, baring part of my midriff. I crossed and uncrossed my legs, unobtrusively, but only when I was certain he was paying attention. I went without panties beneath my skirt, giving him a clear shot of my shaved pussy every time I moved my legs. God, it was hot to torment him like that. At the end of every class, I would be sopping wet and I'd have to go to the bathroom and finger myself to get off. After class, on Scott's last day, he asked me to stay behind when the rest of the students left. I dared to hope he was he was actually interested. My heart skipped a beat when he asked if I wanted to go and have a cup of coffee with him. Since the school didn't employ Scott, he wasn't bound by the student-teacher relationship ethic of the professors and it was okay if he asked me out. Of course, I enthusiastically said yes to his invitation. We walked together to the coffee shop in the student union and grabbed a booth by the window. Scott and I talked about law and we learned more about each other. I was relieved when he told me he wasn't married. I might've had the tendencies of a nymph, but I had scruples and avoided getting involved with married men. He hadn't even mentioned my blatant escapades and I was beginning to wonder if he'd even noticed. We were in the midst of discussing a recent appellate court decision when Scott stopped and looked at me. He fixed his eyes on me. His question was blunt. "Do you often flash your pussy at men to get their attention, Miss Parker?" I offered a demure smile as I blushed, contrary to my earlier antics. "Never," I said. "I guess it worked though, didn't it?" He laughed and his jade eyes twinkled. "Oh yes, young lady. It worked. I sat up and took notice, in more ways than one." I fixed my green eyes on his. "Really?" I grinned coyly. "Indeed. It was rather difficult to hide." He looked like a shy young man when he spoke, instead of the distinguished seasoned attorney he was. "I know this is short notice, but are you free this evening, Kat?" he asked in a gentle, lulling voice. "As a matter of fact, I am," I smiled at him. "Not anymore you aren't," he smiled back. "I'll pick you up around 7:30?" "That would be wonderful." I tried to act nonchalant but inside, I was beaming. I scrawled my address and phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to him and he put it in the breast pocket of his suit coat. We finished our coffee and got up to leave. Scott picked up my books from the table to carry them for me and as we were leaving the building, he held open the door. "Do you have another class or can I walk you to your car?" I smiled at him. "I only have the one class on Fridays, thank God, and of course you can." We continued talking as we walked across campus to the student parking lot and found my car. I unlocked the passenger side and he deposited my books on the seat for me before closing the door. I was surprised when he gathered me in his arms and bent down to kiss me. It was a long, sweet kiss. His tongue gently urged my mouth open and entered my mouth, slowly twirling around my tongue. When we ended the kiss, Scott looked at me. The shock must have registered on my face. "First kisses are always so awkward," he said. "I just wanted to get that out of the way." His tone was so matter-of-fact about it, but he was grinning. There was a playful side to him and I liked it. I stepped in close to him, sliding my arm up around his neck and I kissed him again. His hand, which had been resting on my back, slid down to my ass and he gave it a gentle squeeze while our mouths were locked together. Right there in the parking lot, he removed his hand from my ass and slipped it right up my skirt. Apparently I wasn't the only one who liked to show off. His fingers brushed over my pussy lips and then parted them as he slid his fingers up and down my slit. I was already getting turned on just from kissing him. Having his hand between my legs made it worse. He pulled his mouth away and looked at me, his fingers still frigging my clit. "Mmmm Kat. Such a wet little pussy," he crooned in that low voice of his. "Tell me, Kat, do you purr?" I swallowed hard, gently rocking my hips as his fingers toyed with my clit. "I'm going to growl at this rate." Scott backed me up against the car, kissing me while he rolled my clit around with his finger. My juices were flowing hard and he pushed a large finger into my opening, wiggling it around and pumping it in and out. "You like showing off your pussy, Kat?" he whispered heatedly into my ear and I nodded, speechless and gasping. "I want to see it again. Now." He raised my skirt higher until my pussy was completely exposed. My bare ass was against the cool metal of the car door. I didn't even try to stop him. I was grinding against his hand, moaning, "Fuck, Scott." My pussy felt like it was on fire I was so hot from our public display. Scott slid another finger into me and pumped harder. I could hear the squishing sound of my well-lubed sex being filled by his fingers. It felt wicked being bared and fingered in the open and I loved it. He opened the rear door of the car and laid me down on the back seat while sinking to his knees on the asphalt. He pushed one of my legs back, bent at the knee, opening me and completely exposing me to anyone who would've passed by, but neither of us cared. Scott gazed at me with a look of lust in his eyes and opened my cunt lips with his fingers, letting his middle finger wiggle my thick, hard clit back and forth slowly. His mouth descended on my clit and he thrashed it with his tongue. He licked and sucked with fervor and slid his fingers back into the tightness of my sex. I was bouncing around in the back seat with my eyes closed, enjoying his expert oral talents and sucking my fingers to keep from screaming but my moans were loud enough to attract the attention of anyone who cared to hear. Someone did. I heard a male voice and it wasn't Scott's. "God yeah, eat her, man. Tongue her until she screams." My eyes shot open. There stood an undergrad, who had unzipped his pants and was stroking his growing cock. Scott went wild on me and I was so far gone, it only made me hotter. I grabbed Scott's head and held him tightly, fucking his face with my pussy. The kid behind him kept egging us on with his sizzling nasty talk. "Fuck, look at that juicy cunt. Ride his tongue, lady. Give him all you've got. Shit, what a hot bitch!" Scott moaned heatedly around my clit as he sucked it. His tongue lapped wildly at it. I raised my sweater and pulled my bra down to expose my ample breasts and began to tug at my light brown nipples. "Yeah, pull on those big nipples, you hot little piece of ass. Squeeze your tits!" He kept going on. I slid my hands down and spread my pussy lips open for Scott and he pulled back long enough to look at me and watch what I was doing. "God yeah, Kat. Give your pussy to me, baby." He dove back down and speared me with his tongue. In and out, hard and fast, he fucked me with his tongue like it was a cock. I started to rub my clit feverishly, continually groaning in pleasure. "Yeah, play with yourself you hot bitch! Oh God! Rub that clit and make your pussy cum!" Our voyeur was pumping his now stiff cock for all he was worth. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" I was practically shouting. Scott pulled back and drove his fingers into me. "Cum for me Kat. Let it go, baby. I want to taste you." He covered my pussy with his mouth, sucking and tonguing me until I came all over his mouth. The kid standing behind Scott groaned and spurted a thick white stream of semen all over the pavement. Scott's tongue slowed down and he lapped all the sweet wetness from my pussy and planted a tender kiss on my clit. He stood up, pulling down my skirt and taking my hand to retrieve me from my prone position in the back seat. As I stood up, I kissed Scott hard, tasting cum on his lips. I leaned up against him and his cock was so hard I could feel the strain in his pants. The guy who watched our cunnilingus exhibition zipped up. "Man, that was fucking hot to watch. Thanks." He walked away. Scott walked me to the driver's side and opened the door. He smiled at me. "Just had to get that out of the way, too." He winked and bent down to whisper in my ear. "God, you taste good. I can't wait to have you again." I shuddered and ran my hand over the huge bulge in his pants. "I can't wait to have this." I smiled at him. "It doesn't seem fair that we couldn't finish." "I've got to get back to the office and take care of some things, but I'll see you at 7:30 tonight. Then we'll finish what we started." His face was full of boyish charm mixed with tremendous sexiness. "I'll be ready," I said with an orgasmic grin on my face as I got behind the wheel and he closed the door. *** The buzzer rang promptly at 7:30. I opened the door and there stood Scott, holding a bouquet of flowers. He handed them to me saying, "I know this probably seems old fashioned, but I believe in bringing flowers to a woman when we go out on a date." "I think it's sweet, Scott. Thank you. They're beautiful." I was practically glowing and could barely contain it. "Would you like to come in while I put these in some water?" He stepped into the apartment and we made some small talk while I got a vase for the flowers and then arranged them, placing them on the table. I offered him a seat, but he declined, saying that he had made reservations for dinner at Le Bel de Mer for 8:15. I thanked my lucky stars for owning this "little black dress every woman should own." The dress was sleeveless, rather simple and understated, but with the diamond earrings and pendant my grandmother had left me, I figured I was dressy enough or casual enough to go anywhere. Le Bel de Mer was definitely a dressy affair. It was the most expensive restaurant around, right on the ocean, with a spectacular view, from what I'd read. I grabbed a shawl to throw over my shoulders since it got chilly at night near the water. I was ready to go. He stopped me at the door by putting his hands on my shoulders. "Before we leave, I want to tell you something. You look stunning. I should've told you where I planned to take you, but you are beautiful enough in that dress to go anywhere." He smiled. Before I could thank him, he went on. "This afternoon was wonderful. In the parking lot, God, you were just so sexy, Kat. Kissing you drove me wild. My mind kept picturing you flashing your pussy at me and I couldn't help but want you. I just don't want you thinking that's all I'm after." I smiled at him. "Scott, I don't think that at all. I wanted it just as much as you did and besides, I sort of gave you an open invitation." My lips turned up in an embarrassed grin. He kissed me, placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to the door. Le Bel de Mer was crowded when we arrived. When we walked in, there was a long line of people waiting to be seated. Francois, the maitre'd, walked over to greet us. He and Scott shook hands like they were long time friends. "Ah, monsieur Nichols!" exclaimed the handsome Frenchman in his thick accent. "It is a pleasure to see you again. How good of you to join us this evening, and who is your lovely companion?" With a smile, Francois took my hand and kissed the back gallantly. "Francois, this is Miss Katherine Parker," Scott introduced me formally. "Mademoiselle Parker. Bienvenue. Welcome. Please come right this way." We could've left right then and I'd have been suitably impressed. I was beginning to have second thoughts about what I had planned for Scott in a place where he seemed to be so well known. Francois seated us at our table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, telling us our waiter would be with us shortly. The table was covered with an almost floor-length tablecloth and in the center was a vase with a single red rose surrounded by a base made up of several small candles. The candlelight reflected off the glass from the vase and seemed to light up the table just enough so it wouldn't be overwhelming. "Scott, this restaurant is lovely. There's so much atmosphere. Francois seems like an old friend," I smiled. "The French food is wonderful here," he said. "Francois has been maitre'd forever so he knows me pretty well because I dine here often." I was a little nervous upon hearing him confirm what I'd already suspected, but decided to put my plan into action anyway. If Scott could finger me in public and then eat my pussy while some guy watched, well, two could play this game. As the waiter was arriving to take our drink order, I let my napkin slip off my lap onto the floor. Before Scott knew it, the waiter was beside him and I'd disappeared under the table. I reached up to his pants and unzipped them, knowing full well the waiter not only saw me going under the table, but that he could see my hands unzipping Scott's fly. My hands were rubbing all over his bulge as I spread his legs with my body. His rod was starting to stiffen at my touch. Scott swallowed hard and looked up at the waiter who was transfixed by my head emerging into Scott's lap. I looked up at the both of them and winked, pressing my finger to my lips to keep them both quiet. I took Scott's cock from his pants and ran my tongue up and down his shaft, wetting it with saliva. My hand stroked him, rubbing the wetness all over his cock. I twirled my tongue all around his cock head, then gently probed his cum slit with the tip of my tongue. He was getting hard quickly. Scott bit his lip to stifle a groan. Our waiter whispered, "Goddamn." "Fuck, Kat," Scott whispered. "Use that mouth and suck me." I rubbed Scott's now swollen head back and forth over my moist lips, flicking the tip of my tongue under the ridge of his cock head. My lips surrounded the head and I started inching my way down his shaft. My hand released his shaft and cupped his scrotum, which was tightening with a load of cum. I squeezed and kneaded his sack while I pushed my mouth down further on his shaft. My tongue twirled around him and I started bobbing my head up and down, sucking hard and working his prick in and out of my mouth. "God, baby. You're making my balls boil." Scott hissed under his breath. Le Bel de Mer "Mine, too. Fuck, I want to jack off just watching her," the waiter whispered. With my free hand beneath the table, I pulled my dress up and pulled my panties aside, thrusting two fingers into my pussy. I was so wet from this daring little game we were playing. I scooped some of my pussy lube onto my fingers and brought my glistening fingers up to Scott's cock, rubbing my cream along his shaft. "Oh Kat. That's so hot," Scott groaned quietly. "You're gonna make me cum baby. Don't stop." I sucked harder, wrapping my hand around his swollen shaft, pumping and working my mouth together in a simultaneous rhythm. Scott started to pump up into my mouth, trying to be unobtrusive as he rose off his chair. I held his cock against my mouth as I licked up and down his shaft with my mouth wide open, letting my tongue drop down to lap at his balls. "I'm gonna cum in my pants! Suck him good, you little cock sucker," the waiter whispered hotly. "Goddamn Kat! Here it comes baby." Scott's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned softly, filling my mouth with his seed. I sucked and swallowed every spurt until he'd emptied his balls into my mouth. The waiter stood there wide-eyed and watched me rub the oozing tip of Scott's cock over my lips and then slowly clean him off with my tongue. "Son of a bitch," the waiter breathed in a low voice. "I need to go whack my cock and cum." I smiled up at both of them from beneath the table. "Monsieur, I'm bringing you a bottle of champagne. It's on me after that performance. You two just made my night. Don't bother to tip me. I got my tip already. Whew!" he said as he turned to walk away. I slipped out from beneath the table and sat back down with a satisfied smile on my face. "Dear God, Kat," Scott sighed with a grin on his face. "What?" I smiled. "I told you I couldn't wait to get mine." The waiter brought us a bottle of the best champagne he could find. He leaned over the table and whispered to us both, "Merci." We had the best service imaginable that night as Scott and I enjoyed the first of many dinners at Le Bel. When we got ready to leave, Scott shook our waiter's hand and I planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Merci, monsieur et mademoiselle. This was the best night I've ever had working here." Scott and I had an incredible night of sex, right on the beach, after our first date at Le Bel and actually, after every date there. It was like an aphrodisiac that always ended with us making love in the sand to the sound of the surf. Our relationship was great. It was happy, fun, flirty and sexually adventurous. Scott and I decided to get married three months later. *** I was still daydreaming as I pulled into the driveway but awakened back into reality as I pushed the button on the garage door opener and the door rose. Scott's car wasn't there. I pulled in and parked the car, got out and ran into the house, heading for the answering machine. No messages. I hoped that was a good sign that he didn't get snagged to stay late anyway. After I tossed my keys and books onto the kitchen island, I dashed upstairs to go searching the closet. I hadn't gotten very far when I heard the front door and Scott's deep voice calling out to me. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty." "I'm upstairs, baby," I called out from the bedroom. "Come downstairs, Kat," he yelled back. I ran down the stairs happily like a child at Christmas heading for the tree. Scott was standing in the foyer by the front door when I rushed up to him, wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and gave him a long, hungry kiss. He slipped his arms around my waist and kissed me back passionately. "Welcome home, lover," I smiled at him. "Mmmm. I've missed those kind of welcome homes, kitten," he whispered in my ear. "I've got something for you." "You do? Other than you being home early?" I looked surprised. "Yes. We have a date tonight, so," he paused and produced a bouquet of flowers, just as he'd done the night of our first date and for every date since, even after we got married. "I had to keep up with tradition. Flowers for my lady." I pressed my face gently into the bouquet and breathed in their fragrant scent. "They're beautiful, baby. Thank you." I kissed him gently. We walked into the kitchen and he stood next to me while I was arranging the flowers. Scott looked around the kitchen and sighed. "Is something wrong, honey?" I asked. "Wrong? No, no, nothing. Just being in the kitchen reminds me of something. I'm starving, but not for food," he said with a suggestive smile. "What are you hungry for?" I asked innocently, already knowing the answer. "A Kit-Kat," he said, spanking my ass and chasing me up the stairs. Scott caught up with me on the landing at the top of the stairs. He swept his arm beneath my legs and picked me up, walking toward our bed. He sat down, placing me on his lap as we kissed each other hungrily as if to make up for lost time. We began to tear at each other's clothes until we were both naked. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies as if we were making sure this was really real and not just a fantasy in our minds. "Sit on my face, Kat," Scott whispered. "I need your pussy on my mouth." I crawled over him and squatted down over his face. He grabbed and pulled me down as his stiff tongue slid into my pussy. I leaned forward and braced myself on him, placing my mouth over his stiff prick. I sucked him into my mouth and pumped my hips up and down, riding his tongue like a cock. He groaned lustfully into my moist folds. My mouth bobbed on his cock, licking and sucking him wildly. Scott's fingers were digging into my ass as he pulled my cheeks apart, tilted his head back, and licked my tender asshole until it was pulsing. He drove into that tight puckered rosebud and fucked me in the ass with his tongue. I moistened my fingertip in my mouth and rimmed his asshole before sliding it in, burying my finger to the last knuckle. Scott raised his hips upward and rammed his cock down my throat with his thrust. He moved his mouth back to my pussy and inserted his middle finger into my ass. I moaned loudly, the sound muffled around his cock. Our bodies twisted and rocked together with wild abandon. I wiggled my finger in Scott's ass, knowing it would drive him insane. He practically choked me when he thrust into my mouth and exploded down my throat. It sent me over the edge and I spasmed with a powerful orgasm. Afterward, we lay there, cuddled up and stroking each other. God, it was wonderful being in his arms. We got up and showered together. The feeling of my soapy hands running all over his body made me hot all over again. Scott pushed me up against the wall and fingered me to another climax before we got out to dress for dinner. "Kat!" Scott called up the stairs, checking his watch. "C'mon kitten, we're going to be late." I stood at the top of the stairs and Scott was waiting for me at the bottom, dressed in his black Armani suit. He looked so handsome; I felt the familiar flutter in my stomach that I got whenever I looked at him. He looked up, doing a double take, as his eyes grew wide. The red dress I wore was backless all the way down to my waist and it had long, sheer sleeves and a plunging V neckline, which dropped below my breasts, provocatively showing off their firm round curves. The hemline stopped just above my knees. My hair was pinned up with wisps of blonde ringlets framing my face. When I descended the stairs, I slowly turned around and modeled for him with a bright smile. "You like?" Scott swallowed hard. "My God! I don't know how you expect me to eat when you're dressed like that. You look incredibly sexy." I smiled. "Thank you, handsome. I must say, you're looking pretty hot yourself in that suit." "Damn, Kat. I get hard just looking at you," he whispered in my ear and I felt the heat of his breath on my neck. My hand brushed slowly over his thick cock and I murmured softly, "So you do," while giving him a gentle squeeze. "I'd like to bend you over and take you right here," he said while nuzzling me and grinding his hips gently. I smiled. "There will be plenty of time for that later, baby. Right now, we don't want to keep Francois waiting." *** Francois smiled when he saw us arrive. "Madame et monsieur Nichols! Bienvenue. I'm so glad you could join us this evening." Francois was as polite as ever, but when he took the back of my hand to kiss it, I looked down and saw his eyes staring hungrily at my breasts. I winked at him and let him know he was caught, but said nothing. Heads turned as Francois walked us to a private table as if we were royalty. I must admit Scott and I made a striking couple. "Champagne, monsieur Nichols?" Francois asked politely. "The best you've got, Francois," Scott said. Francois brought us our champagne and signaled for the waiter. After he'd left, Scott leaned forward and whispered; "I think Francois has his eyes on you tonight, Kat." My eyes twinkled and I whispered back, "Maybe we should give his eyes something to see." We ordered and ate our meal, happily talking, as any other married couple would do. After dessert was cleared, Scott moved his chair beside me and slid his arm around me. He kissed me slowly with the long, deep kisses that made my heart race while he draged his index finger down between my breasts, stopping and tracing the curves of each one. Scott slipped his hand into the bodice of my dress, pushing it aside to bare my breasts. His fingers twisted and pinched the nipple of my left breast and he lowered his mouth to the right and began to suck on it gently just as Francois returned. "Mon Dieu!" he gasped. "Excusez-moi." I peered up at Francois from beneath my long eyelashes, flashing him a look of heated sensuality. "You can stay, Francois," I said softly. "We want you to stay and I think you want to anyway, no?" Francois turned red and looked at Scott, who nodded in assurance. "Oui, madame. Very much." His voice was low and husky and he ran his hand along his cock through his pants. Scott stood up and took me by the hand as I stood. He lifted the dress skirt up to my waist, baring my naked bottom, accentuated by the garter belt I wore. "Magnifique!" Francois was whispering excitedly. Scott sat me on the table and gently guided me to lie down. His fingers were toying with my pussy lips, separating them as they dipped between the thick swells of flesh. I started getting wet when we first talked about letting Francois watch us. I tightened my muscles and Scott opened my lips to let Francois see the wetness trickling from me until it ran down the crack of my ass. Francois groaned and unzipped his pants. Scott flattened his tongue and lapped slowly at my heated sex until my hips began to thrust upward. He had already unzipped his pants, stroking his stiff prick and when he saw how wet and ready I was, he stood up and rubbed his cock against me. "Oui! Baisez-la! Yes, fuck her!" he exclaimed, stroking what I saw to be at least a seven and a half inch cock. I looked up at Scott and he smiled and nodded. I crooked my finger at Francois, motioning him to come closer. He walked over and stood with his cock right in front of me. I turned my upper torso and wrapped my hand around his pole, stroking him slowly and tonguing his scrotum. Scott watched for a moment. "You're beautiful with your mouth full," he whispered. Scott pressed the head of his cock against my opening, filling me quickly, as he slammed in hard and deep. I groaned loudly, confident I couldn't be heard by anyone in the public area of the restaurant. "God, Scott," I moaned and nuzzled my mouth against Francois. Francois moved and repositioned the head of his cock at my lips. I tilted my head back over the side of the table and took him into my mouth. He placed his hands on my breasts and began to squeeze them hard. He slapped at them lightly before zeroing in on my thick nipples. Scott groaned. "Kat you look so hot taking on both of us." He started to ram me with force, pounding away mercilessly and making my whole body shake. My breasts were bouncing and Francois pinched my nipples hard, eliciting a groan from me that vibrated around his cock. "Mon Dieu! You are so sexy, madame," Francois whispered. "My cock feels good in your mouth. Suck me hard." I sucked hungrily. God, I was so turned on having my husband in me and my mouth filled by our friend while Scott watched. I moaned loudly and bucked up into Scott. My pussy was gripping his cock, madly contracting around it. He hooked my legs over his arms and kept plowing into my pussy until it was red and flaming. His pelvis rubbed over my clit until he placed his thumb on it, rubbing wildly as I writhed violently beneath him. "That's it, baby" my husband whispered in a heated frenzy. "Show him what a hot fuck you are. Cream all over my cock." Francois plunged down my throat and pumped my mouth with force. My whole body shook as I started to moan louder. Francois gasped, "Mon Dieu! I'm cumming, madame!" He filled my throat with his thick wad of sperm and I swallowed greedily. He leaned down and kissed my cum soaked lips before whispering in my ear, "You have such a hot pussy, madame. Show Francois how much you like to fuck, eh? Let me see you cum all over your husband's cock." "Oh God," I gasped and flooded Scott's prick with a mind-shattering orgasm. "Fuck, Kat! I'm gonna cum baby," Scott groaned loudly and shoved in deep, holding himself in me as exploded, collapsing on top of me afterward. We lay there for a few minutes, gasping and catching our breath and Francois stepped back, zipping up his pants. He looked on as Scott kissed me gently and withdrew from me. His cum trickled out of my pussy and down my ass. I slid off the table and stood up, feeling Scott's hot seed running down my thighs. "Madame. Monsieur. Merci. Thank you. Que magnifique! It was wonderful," Francois' breathing had just about returned to normal. "The waiters have told me about you, but I didn't believe them. Mon Dieu! They were right." We smiled at Francois and I walked over and kissed his cheek, thanking him for his discretion. "Mon plaisir, madame. The pleasure was all mine," Francois said and smiled. We walked down to the beach and kicked off our shoes to walk in the sand. Scott took my hand in his as we strolled along the shore, quietly speaking the sweet words that lovers do. Scott stopped walking and swept me up in his arms. "Kit-Kat, I never imagined I would ever meet someone who filled my life with such happiness. I had just about given up on ever getting married or falling in love when I met you. Thank you for the best two years of my life, my beautiful one of the ocean. You're truly my bel de la mer." I looked up at him with tears in my eyes as he kissed me.