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Date Night Ch. 02

By: looksee73



"Thank you," I whisper back to you. As I take a sip of my drink, you gently swipe the tip of my cock from the side making it bounce side to side, causing me to nearly choke and spill the sip I was taking. You then pat my chair and glance down at it, obviously implying, "Take your seat." So I do.

As I sit down, you switch your drink to your left hand and bring the right hand down to grab the shaft of my cock. **COLD** I jump a little, and you giggle in response to my reaction. Within seconds, your hand warms, and I settle back into my seat. Taking another sip of my drink, you use your thumb to rub some precum off the tip of my cock. You run your thumb around and around, spreading the lube all over, greasing it up good and slick. 

You then whisper to me, "Use your right hand to replace mine." Since I'm seated on your right, this is my farther away hand. I move my hand to my cock and feel your hand release as I grab hold. However, you don't lose contact with my cock, but merely slide up the shaft.

You then whisper into my ear rather firmly, "Don't move, and don't make a sound." Then you start running your flattened palm around and around my greased up cock-head, causing my eyes to shoot wide open. My head falls back. My breath comes in sharply, and I instantly begin to sweat. Straining to hold still and keep quiet, my breathing becomes labored as you continue palming the greased tip of my cock. The sensation causes even more precum to leak out giving you more lube to continue palming me. Alternating between light and firm pressure, my labored breathing becomes a deep panting. My chest is rising and falling heavily. You continue your work as you lean into me, close to my ear you whisper, "Sssshhhhhh. No sound."

I close my mouth in attempt to quiet my breathing, causing my nose to flare open to allow maximum air flow. Sweat running down my forehead, you continue on for a few more seconds.

Then suddenly, I hear roaring applause. You stop the palming and settle back into your seat and start clapping with the rest of the audience. I just sit there, chest heaving, looking over at you as you applaud with the rest of the audience, completely ignoring me for the moment.

As I catch my breath, the audience settles down. I think to myself, apparently they were just applauding the end of a song or something, not the end of a scene. The audience quickly hushes again, and I hear renewed dialogue from the main stage.

Only then, after the audience is hushed do you look over at me and smile. You then lean over to me and quietly ask, "What just happened in the play?" As if I wasn't already beaten up both physically and mentally at this point, now I'm totally sunk. I know a punishment is inevitable. I haven't heard more than three words of dialogue since the waitress left the box. I haven't even looked at the stage. After a brief pause, I open my mouth hoping the correct answer will come out. But nothing does. No divine intervention to save me.

Your look changes slightly, and your brow furls a bit as you look me in the eyes. You straighten up and whisper in a disappointed tone, "Wrong Answer."

My head drops in defeat. I know I'm toast. I have no idea of your plans for punishment, and feel deep regret at failing to provide a correct answer. Obviously, there is no way I'd know the answer, and you're undoubtedly aware of this fact. However, we both know this doesn't matter. I failed the test, and punishment will ensue as your earliest convenience.

You reach down and slap my hand away from my cock, and you turn away from me to watch the show. I cower in shame, defeat, disappointment. My head still down, I stare at my lap

and watch as my cock slowly begins to deflate. I deeply regret my failure.

After a few moments, you look over at me pouting and grab me by the neck, pulling my ear close to your mouth. "Well, if you're not going to watch the play then, make yourself useful." You then pull me out of my chair and push my head between your thighs. I know what to do from here as I scoot forward and get to work cleaning up the mess from your last orgasm and start walking you toward another climax. Minutes pass by, and your juices are flowing steadily now. I alternate working my tongue in circles on your clit, then licking the edges of your slit up and down, then probing deep inside, then back to your clit....... 

I've felt you wade through a series of small climaxes, each getting bigger and stronger, but now you're holding back, letting this one build. Suddenly, I feel your legs start to tremble. Your abdominal muscles start to quiver. Your thighs squeeze around my head covering my ears. And then *guuuuusssshhhh*. You squirt cum into my face and mouth like a fire hose. I feel you hold my head in place as you spasm over and over and over. No longer able to hear, not able to see anything from under your skirt, it's all I can do to keep up with drinking your juices down as fast as I can. I'm doing my best not to drown, and I'm sure that my shirt must be a total, wet mess now.

After a few moments, you open your legs to allow me to move, I lick your thighs and do my best to clean up the mess. I hear the crowd buzzing softly, as if they'd just been applauding, and now they're finding their seats again. You apparently timed the orgasm to coincide with something in the show to conceal any sounds you made. 

I slightly bump into your pussy as I continue my cleanup, and your breath catches. You clear your throat and push my head away. As I come up for air, I see you pat my seat next to you.

A few minutes pass by. It could be two or twenty from my perspective. I have no idea how long I was under your skirt. Suddenly, my peripheral vision catches you shifting in your seat

as you cross and uncross your legs, scooting slightly so that your legs are pointing in my general direction. The sight of your thigh highs and boots causes an instinctive stir in my stomach. I can't take my eyes off of your legs, and my already hardened cock stirs slightly. After I've stared at you for a moment, I see your hand come into my view and feel your index finger under my chin as you shift my gaze to your face. You look into my eyes and give just the hint of a smile as you whisper, "That was good work, but your punishment is still coming. You might as well enjoy the rest of the show with me." As you say that, you graze my left calf with the toe of your boot, running it up and down slightly. My eyes light up as your smile returns, and I know that while I may be temporarily forgiven, you certainly will not forget my transgression.

We then both turn to watch the stage and enjoy the show. A few minutes later, I've gotten back into the plot of the characters when suddenly I feel your hand reach over and caress my thigh. A moment later it moves over to my hard cock. It jump a little from the warm, loving touch, and I look over in your direction. You don't even look back as you continue handling my meat with a slight grin on your face while you watch the show on stage. After a moment I turn back to watch the show, wondering if the next intermission will be here soon. And if so, what will the waitress do. Will she knock again? Will she just walk in? Will it be a different waitress? Endless possibilities. My mind bounces back and forth between thinking about the waitress and the incredible feeling your hand is causing on my cock. Time becomes a blur for me. 

Suddenly, you redouble your efforts on my cock jacking super fast. My ears happen to notice that the noise from the production is increased as the band plays thundering music. The song's intensity and volume take on a quick crescendo, and my arousal follows right along with it. Then I unexpectedly reach the edge or ecstacy just as you pull your hand away. And the music stops. Silence. A few seconds pass, and then more dialogue on stage. As the actors begin speaking again, I notice that I'm not breathing, so I exhale. I have no idea how long I was holding my breath. The urgency to cum had passed, but only barely. As I begin breathing again, I come back to my senses and I turn my head toward you.

You're smiling from ear to ear at your well-timed edge. The precision of your manipulation of my cock was sheer perfection, as if you'd practiced that exact song and that exact stroke and my

exact level of arousal a hundred times. Finally, you speak to me whispering a bit firmly now, "It's time for your punishment."

Completely taken aback, my mood swings again toward that dark place. I start to get lost in it when I notice you smile as you whisper in my ear, "Don't worry. You're going to like this." And then you giggle, letting me know to stay away from that dark place. You then reach down and gently grab my cock again. You begin a feather-light stroking on just the head with your fingertips. It's just enough to bring me back to full hardness and start back up the ramp toward another edge, but you slow down long before I reach the edge. You stroke to merely maintain my arousal level rather than increase it. A moment later you lean forward and whisper into my ear for a few seconds.

It seems as if I can barely hear you, and you stop whispering. We both lean back in our seats and straighten as we make eye contact. You just smile at me and nod. I struggle to put together what you just said and can't believe what I think I heard. Did you just say that? Are you serious? Did I hear you correctly?

You then lean back into me and repeat it in a barely audible whisper. I stare back at you dumbfounded. Total disbelief. Again you smile and nod to me as you whisper, "Begin." Slowly, I rise slightly from my seat and turn it slightly away from the stage, slightly away from the door. It's almost facing toward the audience of the theater. I sit back down almost facing you now, and I catch a glimpse of your incredible breasts. My gaze continues downward to your incredible legs and those fantastic, black, knee length, high heel boots. The sight is too much, and I happily reach with my right hand and begin slowly stroking my cock. 

You completely ignore the show on the stage as you have a front row seat to the show in your private theater box. You smile at me, almost a laughing smile as I pick up speed. You cross and uncross your legs, giving me a brief glimpse of your pussy. That does the trick as now I'm nearly at the edge. You pull out your cell phone and run your hand across the screen a couple of times. Then press the screen some times and then show it to me.

It shows a timer, winding down from twenty minutes. My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I put the last pieces of the barely audible puzzle together. You then stand up and set the clock on your seat, propping it up against the backrest so that I can see it winding down. When it hits 19 minutes I look up to you and whisper, "Edge." You just smile back at me and begin applauding with the rest of the audience as the lights come up in the theater. 

I look around panicked again. I can't believe it. You've instructed me to edge every two minutes, pausing thirty seconds in between, until you say to stop. And it's going to be during the intermission! When the clock reads 18:30 I begin stroking again, knowing I have 90 seconds to get back to the edge. Or in my case, I have to stroke for the next 90 seconds without getting to the edge.

Just as the clock hits 18:10 I hear the dreaded *knock knock knock*. Oh no. I'd totally forgotten about the waitress!! I look over at the door and see you standing in front of it as you pull it open.

I continue stroking, being careful to stay away from the edge as I watch you chat with the waitress. It appears to be the same girl, and I don't think she can see me. I feel a bit of relief thinking that you're ordering the drinks and sending her on her way. I look back at the clock and it reads 17:25. Just 25 seconds until my next edge. I begin stroking faster in an effort to hit the edge at the precise time. Watching the seconds tick down one by one, I speed up my stroking. Five, four, three, two, one, "Edddggggeee," I gasp and stop stroking.

I turn to look at you in the doorway, and I almost fall out of my seat. I see you standing inside the box watching me, smiling, but with the door wide open, and the waitress standing there

watching me too!! I can only imagine the look of horror on my face as you both begin to chuckle and giggle like teenagers. You both share a glance as you finish giggling, and then you look back to me. Still in shock, I notice you nod over toward your chair. I look and see the clock says 16:35. Oh no, I have to start stroking again in five seconds. Dread. Humiliation. Intense arousal. All at the same time these emotions hit me, and I instinctively begin stroking again right on cue.

I look back to my audience of two and see the waitress standing where you had been, slowly pushing the door shut as I catch a glimpse of you walking away down the corridor. As the door clicks shut, my mouth drops open, and I stop stroking in shock. I can't believe what's happening.

Then I hear the waitress say sternly, "You'd better get going. I have instructions to report on everything I see while she's gone." Her voice interrupts my train of thought, and the words sink

in. So I start stroking again, slowly, shyly. I look up at the waitress. She flashes a broad smile at me and wiggles her hips which causes her bust to wiggle back and forth too. Only then do I notice what the waitress looks like. Yum. 

I look back to the phone clock in the chair and see that I only have 40 seconds to reach the edge, so I start stroking faster. In all the commotion, I'd fallen pretty far from the edge. However, with all that was happening, being in the box of a completely lit theater with a total stranger watching me stroke my cock, having been to the edge countless times in the past two or three hours...... It didn't take more than a few seconds to get back to peak arousal.

Five, four, three, two, one. I look up to the waitress and whisper, "edge," and stop stroking.

Gasping for breath as my arousal slowly begins to fade away, the waitress smiles at me and giggles again, obviously amused by the show I'm providing. She hesitantly takes a look around the theater, likely feeling a bit self conscious for a moment, then she walks forward and picks up the phone. I briefly worry that I won't know when to start again because I can't see the timer, but then she sits down in the chair and holds up the phone where I can see it, just an inch below her cleavage.

I see that it's again nearly time to begin stroking... three, two, one. I begin stroking my cock again. Ninety more seconds until I must reach the edge. With so many things running through my head, I can only stare at the clock. Nothing else matters to me except getting to the edge on schedule. My stroking speeds and slows to control my arousal level so that I don't edge too early when finally, five, four, three, two, one, "Edge." I hear the waitress giggle once more, and it distracts me from my trance. I look up at her, and she's nearly laughing out loud at me. I'm breathing heavily again, straining to hold in my cum. She straightens up, looks me directly in the eyes and says, "This. Is. AWESOME!!"

Date Night Ch. 02



I slunk back into the house 20 minutes later. Angry and frustrated, I slammed the takeout bags on the counter and marched back into the living room where he was sitting, right where I had left him. I tossed a clothespin into his lap. "There. I lost one," I said curtly. "Now take the rest of these off me. They're pissing me off."

He arched his eyebrows at me, a bemused expression on his face that enraged me more. Instead of moving to remove the pins, he settled back into the recliner, playing idly with the clothespin I had thrown at him, his eyes never leaving mine.

The cloud of anger billowed up. "This is bullshit. I'll take them off myself."

I reached inside my shirt to pull off a pin and heard him say, quietly but firmly, "Stop." I pulled off the first pin, a moan of relief escaping me, and before I could pull my hand out of my shirt, his hand wrapped around my wrist. I hadn't even seen him move, but suddenly he was towering over me, his face a thundercloud. "You will stop. So far, you'll be wearing two. Would you like to make it even more?"

"Bastard," I muttered, pulling my wrist out of his grip. "Just get these damn things off me. I don't think I can feel my nipples any more."

He smiled at my anger and pulled my breast out of my shirt. The skin under the two remaining clothespins was bright red and angry, and a third spot was turning purple with a fresh bruise. He licked his thumb and traced over the bruise and my nipples, making lazy figure-eights with the sensitive flesh. I made an exasperated sound and he looked me in the eye, anger sparking on his face. "I've been very patient with you. Don't push me too far."

I swallowed hard, realizing how much I was pushing my luck. I watched as he looked back down at my breast, tugging on a clothespin as his thumb stroked my nipple. Pain and pleasure rocketed down to form a tight ball in my stomach. The pin pulled off with a soft snap, and I gasped, a hiss of air escaping through my teeth. Almost immediately, my skin started to darken and bruise, a small imprint of the clothespin left in the tender flesh.

The third clothespin came off before I could recover from the second, and I heaved a sigh of relief as he massaged the tender skin. The electric shocks were running to the core of me, and as my pussy grew wet and engorged again, the remaining clothespin under my skirt knocked against my thighs uncomfortably.

He pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my gray bra, and nestled my breast back into place, pulling the other one out. Repeating the process with the other breast, I was moaning and on fire by the time the sixth one came off. He reached his arms around me and pulled me to him, kissing me, his tongue probing gently. I sank into the kiss and my pussy throbbed with the last clothespin. "Please take it off..." I moaned as he pulled out my hair tie and my hair spilled down my back.

Smiling against my lips, he pressed a series of soft kisses from my lips down to my neck, inhaling deeply as his hand traveled down my bare stomach and up my leg, wiggling the clothespin under my skirt, soaked wet with my juices. The air hissed out of my mouth and I thought oh man that's going to bruise... when he pulled hard on the pin. I cried out, and he covered the cry with his mouth, hungrily plunging his tongue between my lips.

The clothespin dropped to the floor and his fingers plunged into me, finding that sensitive rough patch that made my clit throb and the sensations deepen. He started a steady rhythm, hands pumping in and out, his knuckles each time hitting the tender bruise where the clothespin had been attached, sending waves of pain and pleasure through me, indistinguishable from each other.

He spun us around and pushed me onto the couch, kneeling in front of it. I had time to mourn the loss of his fingers when suddenly his tongue was there, rubbing the nub of my clit and laving my bruised folds. I gripped the couch cushions in ecstasy as increasingly loud moans were torn from me.

My orgasm started to build in my belly as his tongue stroked me. Things were expanding and imploding and bubbling up when I cried out again in pain. He grinned up at me darkly, having just attached a clothespin right underneath my clitoris. It was too tight on the slick flesh, and he wiggled it as I writhed, crying out for him to take it off. "You're egging me on..." he smiled, and I watched him through a dim haze as his eyes feasted on his work.

"I do love when I can put you back where you belong. I admire your spirit, but I think sometimes you forget who owns you." Another wiggle. Another half-scream as the pain warred with orgasm. "So remind yourself, please. Who owns you?" He pushed two fingers into me, curling them towards that tender spot. My hips bucked instinctively, making the clothespin dance against my clit. I cried out again.

"No, oh no..." I'm lost, writhing in pain and delight. I could barely make him out between slitted eyelids as my bruises throbbed in time with his hands pushing in and out of me.

"Who owns you?" He was a voice in my ear, half-recognized, and I began to float up and outward towards it, all sense of time lost.

"You do," I breathed, earning attention from his tongue on my swollen nub. The clothespin, too close for comfort, moved with every pleasurable lick, edging it with sweet pain.

My cries grew frantic, and he stopped his tongueing to say "Good. Tonight we're going to explore some of your boundaries. I've been too lax with you recently. Open your eyes."

My eyes flew open, reflexively obeying him. His eyes were dark, dangerous, and the sight of him between my legs, my wetness on his lips, made my body clench around his fingers. "Oh god..." I moaned, his restraint and the torture shuddering through me.

"Come," was all he said, and he pulled off the clothespin with a snap, making me scream. His tongue attacked my clit, sucking and circling in time with his fingers, and the orgasm roared through me, through a wall of pain, tearing a scream from me as my body bucked like a wild animal.

Lights flashed, galaxies pulled into me, and still he sucked. It was too much, and I screamed for him to stop, pushing him away with my hands. He batted them away easily and increased his pace. "Again," he said, and the words vibrated as his lips whispered against my center. "Come again."

"I can't..." I sobbed, my head thrashing back and forth. The sensations were piling one on top of the other and I was terrified of their power, of their fierceness. I had to get away, to make it stop, but I couldn't get a foothold.

My eyes flew open again as his fingers stopped suddenly, so deep inside that it was painful. The mood abruptly shifted, and as I focused on his face, I saw the barely controlled monster that had drawn me to him in the first place. "Again," he said quietly. "You're mine, and you'll come again."

I went still, paralyzed by his gaze, and he met my eyes as he dipped his mouth back to me and put his fingers back to work. I let out a low keening sound, the sensations building, too intense for me to control, and he pulled me towards the edge of an endless cliff. Just as I was detaching myself from my body and giving myself up to him, I felt a slick finger pull out of my pussy and start rubbing on my asshole.

I lost myself, the second orgasm throwing me over, and as I screamed it out, his fingers penetrated my pussy and ass and his tongue rubbed insistently at my clit. Space and time and all notion of control was lost in the long, screaming orgasm, and part of me sighed a breath of relief as I surrendered it all to him.

Some time later, I realized that I was still lying sprawled out on the couch. My hair was stuck to my body, the sweat cooling, and my skirt was wrinkled and hiked up over my stomach. He came back into the room with a glass of water and handed it to me. "Drink something and then let's eat. I don't want to waste too much time with the necessities tonight."

My eyes met his, and I saw that control again, masking a predator that paced like a cat, waiting for the right moment. I put the cup to my lips and drank it all, feeling my body throb. 



Date Night Ch. 02



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Author's Note-

Hey everyone, I'm actually really pleased with the feed back I got from the first section of the story, and I admit that I was a bit surprised how much of it was positive. I'm taking some of it to heart, particularly those of you who expressed concern about Karen leaving her husband tied up the way she did. I agree that outside the context of a fantasy or a story that's very irresponsible behavior, and I will give credit to a few commenters and people who e-mailed me feedback for inspiring this section of the story as the next chapter before what I had intended.

I also read a couple of comments about the narration style I used, and I'm thinking over that. For now I've already settled on keeping it for the remaining chapters of this story, this chapter is being narrated by a different character than the first one and later segments will likely be narrated by Karen again. After that I'll see about taking some of the advice about trying something different to make it more clear.

And the same warning as last time applies here. This is a loving wives story, a story about a loving, married couple who are experimenting with extra-marital sex. They both enjoy it, and it contains elements of BDSM and some kinks that I know bother people on here. But quite frankly, I don't care, if you don't enjoy this kind of story then stop right now, hit that handy little 'back' button on your browser and read one of what I'm sure is a number of violent, non-erotic revenge stories that have been posted today as well. Thank you. 

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Chapter 2-Tina's Story

My phone chirped and lit up from the bar, distracting my attention from the guy who was standing in front of me offering to buy me another round. Of course, he likely didn't notice my eyes drifting towards the bar, considering that he hadn't been able to maintain eye contact since I had turned to face him. That was on purpose though, I found it tended to make these conversations a bit more fun if I left the top couple buttons on my blouse open and let the guy get distracted and leave him struggling to pretend he wasn't staring.

I picked the phone up, smiling to myself as I read the text. It was terse, as my boss' texts tended to be. "He's ready, the door is unlocked. I'll call you from the restaurant." I turned the screen off and dropped the phone into my purse as I stood up, watching the man's eyes follow along for a moment until he realized I was standing up to leave.

"Sorry babe, but I've got to go, I have a work appointment to keep." I smiled at him as he looked up at my face for the first time in several minutes, a slight frown coming to his face. I picked up the glass of wine he had paid for in hopes of getting my attention, downing it in one gulp before setting it down on the bar. "But..." I took a pen out of my purse, taking the napkin the glass had been resting on and writing my number down on it, "I may be free later tonight, and I am probably going to up for a little fun." I placed the napkin with his number against his chest, reaching down with my other hand and catching him off guard as I found the bulge in his slacks quite easily and looking into his eyes. I smirked, "Mmm...and I think you may fit the bill for that." His chest was firm and muscular under his shirt and what I was feeling of his cock, twitching and getting harder than it already had been as I felt it through his pants, felt very nice. "Send me a message after midnight or so, I may be able to take care of this if you're still hard thinking about me." I winked and left him standing there, leaning against the bar and blushing a little as he grabbed the napkin and looked down at in in apparent confusion. I knew that quite a few pairs of eyes were on me as I walked out of the bar, giving my hips a little extra sway knowing where all those eyes were focused, the text from my boss had me in quite a mood.

My boss, Karen, had told me that afternoon about her plans for the night, about her date with the new muscular adonis she had hired as an intern and had been drooling over her for weeks. I couldn't blame her, I'd already had a bit of fun with him around the office and I knew she was in for a good time. But that wasn't what was on my mind as I hailed a cab and gave them Karen's address though, because I had another task in front of me. Her husband would be waiting at home, from what Karen had told me likely bound, gagged and in quite a desperate state. That was what was making me smile, I knew her husband and enough about her relationship with him for that not to really surprise me, and to know that I had a fun night ahead of me until Karen got home.

Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself at some point here, since I know that Karen was telling you about how this had all been set up. My name is Tina, and I work for Karen, Mrs. Woods as she insists on going by around the office, and I'd been to her house and met her husband a few times socially before she had asked me to come over that night. I can't say why she asked me, although I do have some guesses, I know that I'd caught her husband staring at me a few times in the past when I'd been over for a dinner party or a barbeque, and sure I'd probably egged him on a bit. Karen's a wonderful woman, and clearly has the guy's number when it comes to getting her way and getting what she wants, but I know how I tend to effect men and her husband was no different.

I'm taller than her, something I know bothered her a little at first when I first started working for her, and well...let's just say that as nice a figure as she has, when I was at her house for a pool party I know which of us her husband couldn't keep her eyes off of. It's always been that way for me, I guess I'm just blessed, sure some girls might try to kill themselves to get some skinny, stick like model's figure after seeing those fashion magazine, but I know that guys, most guys at least, can't help themselves around a girl like me. Now, I'm not fat, thank you very much, but I have more curves than most guys know what to do with, an hourglass figure that is the kind that probably gives men wet dreams and jump starts boys into puberty when they see it. I'm a bit proud of it, and I admit that I enjoy at times what it does to guys and what it lets me do to them. That along with long, curly red hair, fair skin and freckles that go down well below my face, are why I know I can get away with a lot, and why I'm sure Karen picked me to come and check in on her poor, frustrated hubby.

So, back to that night, I could see the cabbie checking me out in the rear view mirror. I'm sure he thought he was being discreet, guys always are, but with the buttons on my blouse still open from not wanting to pay for drinks back at the bar and my skirt riding up just enough to show off the tops of my stockings I couldn't really blame him. I pretended not to notice, focusing on my phone instead and texting Karen to let her know I was on my way. Her husband had no idea I was coming over, this was a new part of their games apparently. Of course it would have been very foolish for her to leave him tied to her bed like that without coming to check in on him regularly or making sure he could call for her, and if he'd been thinking clearly he probably would have known to expect something like this. But the poor dear likely hadn't been thinking clearly, he never did once Karen started in on him. It really was quite adorable, and made me like him all the more.

I arrived at her house and headed inside, winking at the cabbie as I walked up to the Woods' front door and giving him a little extra wiggle to watch before he drove off. I was in a flirtatious mood to be sure. I stepped inside, opening the door quietly and closing it just as softly as I could. I didn't want to spoil the surprise too soon. I stopped in the living room and found Karen's liquor cabinet, deciding to be a bit bad and help myself to a drink. It was like when I'd been a kid and babysitted for someone, there was always an understanding I would help myself to something from the fridge. I figured Karen owed me a drink or two, especially given the rules I was to follow with hubby upstairs. I took my time and got undressed before heading up, so the first time hubby would see me I'd be in nothing but a black lacey bra that I was almost spilling out of, a pair of black silk panties and a pair of black thigh high stockings held up by matching garters. That, along with the five inch heels I'd worn to work that day, knowing I'd not be going home to change before coming here, gave poor hubby quite a show when I stepped into his bedroom holding a drink in one hand and my phone in the other.

"Hello there, slut." I purred, getting his attention. The phone was so I could take a picture, capturing the look of surprise mixed with obvious lust and frustration in his face as he saw me like that, his cock straining against the panties his wife had left him in, his mind clearly racing and trying to figure out who I was, why I was there, and perhaps most distressingly, why I knew to call him that. I sent the picture to Karen, figuring she would enjoy that as she met up with her new boy toy, then made my way over towards the bed.

His cock was hard in the sexy little lace panties his wife had left him in, I don't know if it had been that way the whole time since she had left or if seeing me dressed like I was had done the trick. I obviously would like to think the latter, but given the frustration evident in his face even as he looked confused and startled did make me lean a bit the other direction.

I could see the wheels turning in his head, there was recognition in the way he stared at me. This wasn't a stranger breaking in while he was tied up in this vulnerable, very obviously exposed position. I had just let myself in, and he probably knew he had seen me somewhere before. Of course his eyes drifted away from my face to my breasts, even confused and perhaps frightened as he was to be found in this state he was still a man. Every bit the slut his wife had told me he was. This made me chuckle as I set my phone down on the nightstand beside his bed, "It's alright slut," I purred "Your wife just asked me to come and check in on you. She was worried you might get lonely here by yourself all night. And she thinks she might be out late..."

The sound that came from his gagged mouth was pure desperation, but of course that probably had something to do with where my hand was resting. I had laid it on top of the obvious bulge in his panties, sliding it along the length of his cock gently as I spoke. He had a nice cock, I had to give him that, it was no foot long, beer can thick monster. but it was certainly enough to give me thoughts of what I'd like to do with it. Of course I'm sure in his mind the guy his wife was out with had one of those big, porn star horse cocks, it always is the guys who seem way more obsessed with that then their girls are.

"Not bad." I said, taking hold of his cock more directly through his panties, "You might be able to give Jim a run for his money." That made him groan even more, remembering the name of the guy his wife was out on her date with. It was one of her rules, I was allowed to have my fun with her husband while she was playing, but I was to make sure I kept his mind on her as much as possible. She was clearly playing some mind games with him, although I'd like to think she just didn't like the thought of her subby little slut hubby getting hard looking at me rather than her for a night.

"I wonder if she'll manage to get him into a pair of these." I stroked the panites he was wearing a little, and to be honest it was a thought. I had seen the way Karen worked on guys before, both while she had been dating Mark here and with others. She was good, I had to give her that. Getting a guy into panties or onto all fours on the first date might be a bit much, but it was an image to put into her husband's head. Some guys had fantasies of being cuckolded by big, dumb, brutish types, but that wasn't the type his wife went for, she wasn't going to let some other guy dominate her just to get her husband off. She cuckolded him on her terms, she was still in charge no matter who her lover was, it was just that she got to pick when and where she would take other lovers whether or not her husband liked the idea.

I smiled at him, he clearly wanted to say something or ask me something, he was making muffled, desperate noises through the gag. But I wasn't really ready to hear him begging or asking me questions just yet. The first thing I wanted to do was to get those panties off of him. That was his wife's thing, I preferred my sluts to look more masculine while I used them. With his legs bound spread eagle like they were I couldn't really pull them down all the way, but I did pull them down enough to let his cock spring free.

It stood up, pointing straight at the ceiling, and as I had guessed it was quite nice, long and thick and after what had probably been hours of being hard thinking about his wife and helping her get ready it looked like it was ready to explode. I took it in my hand and I could feel it throbbing as he whimpered and moaned, precum leaking from the tip at my touch. "I think that's enough thinking about what your wife and her new friend are up to. Why don't you and I have a little fun..."

This made him shake his head, trying to say something through the gag. He seemed desperate to speak, but for now I was having more fun listening to him whimpering and moaning. I squeezed his cock a little more tightly until he tilted his head back, moaning loudly. I began to stroke it slowly, standing beside the bed and leaning over him so my breasts were just inches away from his face. He was trying desperately to look into my eyes, but the slut that he was he couldn't quite keep his eyes up.

"You like these?" I asked, as though I didn't know how he felt about them from the way his eyes were bugging out of his head. He kept trying to say something, and honestly I could pick up little bits of it. The words 'Don't' and 'Please' were both pretty easy to make out through his gag, but I wasn't exactly in the mood to take instructions from him. I shushed him and pressed my breasts against his face, his attempts to speak becoming even more muffled. I could feel him shaking his head back and forth a little with his face pressed between my tits.

This was starting to get me pretty worked up. Not really the feeling of what he was doing, but the sense of desperation and helplessness he was giving off. I admit, I eat that kind of thing up. I knew that there were rules I had to follow with cucky boy here, but I had to admit that at the moment I was wondering how much his wife, my boss, would know by the time she got back. I pressed my finger to his lips, or more accurately to the ball gag between them, and then I slowly made my way down his body until I was straddling him, his hard, thick cock rubbing against the thin material of my panties. I didn't intend to fuck him, I knew Karen would have my head for that, but he clearly didn't know how far I intended to go as he started shaking his head more and more.

It was at this moment that I began to wonder if his wife did in fact have a camera in the room to watch us. To this day I'm not sure, but right at that moment as I was grinding against him a little, teasing him with the prospect of actually getting to fuck me, that his cell phone began to ring. It was left on the bed stand, and I could see the picture flashing on it to show that it was Karen calling. I sighed and leaned over to get it, pressing my breasts against his face again as I did so.

"I'm sorry," I started in a faked, monotone voice, "The person you have dialed can't come to the phone right now. He's desperately trying not to make a mess of two pairs of panties, and all he can say is Mmmph! Mmmmp!" Karen laughed into the phone as I set it down on the bed and turned it onto speaker.

"Is my good little slut giving you any trouble?" Even on speaker phone I could hear her voice was a bit different, she was breathing heavily, panting a little. It seemed that Mark caught this too, his eyes finally managing to tear away from my breasts as he looked down at the phone as though it would confirm or deny his suspicions. It wouldn't, but it was set up to display an image of Karen while she was speaking. I did have to grin at the choice of image, her face was no where on screen, instead the picture was of a crossed pair of nylon covered legs. I suppose only a slutty boy like her husband would know instinctively whose legs those were.

Now, I knew the guy that Karen was out with, and I'd already had him go down on my a couple of times around the office when I needed to let off a little steam, so I could pretty well guess what was making her breathe like that. And from the look on his face I was guessing Mark could too.

"Oh, he's no trouble at all, although I haven't really had much time to have fun with him yet." I rubbed against him a bit more, causing him to moan into his gag, closing his eyes and holding his breath for a moment when he was done. "And didn't I tell you that he would look good in these panties?"

That made his eyes light up. Karen liked to keep him guessing just how much of their relationship anyone else knew about. This was the first time he'd learned I knew anything concrete about their marriage and the dynamics between them. Knowing that I had helped pick out his panties seemed to do something for him, his cock throbbed and he seemed unable to help but thrust his hips upwards a little. Karen laughed again, the laugh trailing off into a moan. "Oh yes, although I still think he would have looked just as cute in the white ones. Next time maybe he can come shopping with us and he can try a few pairs on." This made him moan and shudder a little, and lifting myself up a little and reaching down I could feel the tip of his cock damp with precum.

"You sound like you're having fun." I tried to change the subject, not wanting the poor slut to blow his load this early in the evening, although from the way he looked back towards the phone at this new topic I didn't think this was going to help him much.

"Mmmm, oh yes..." I couldn't quite tell if she was answering my question at first or speaking to her lover. "You were right about him, I am glad you set this up." This turned Mark's eyes back up towards me, realizing I had set his wife up with her current date and I knew him quite well. I simply winked and held a finger to my lips as Karen continued. I lowered myself back down, rubbing against his cock, I was already quite wet by this point, something I was sure he could feel through my thin panties.

"As soon as we got into the limo I could tell he wasn't going to make it to the restaurant, so I jerked him off to calm him down. He's spent the rest of the ride between my legs, he is really quite skilled." She giggles, "Not nearly as skilled as my good little cucky slut there, but he's probably not had as long to be trained yet." Being compared to her lover brought a fresh blush to Mark's face, and a new look of desperation and a shaking of his head to me.

"I'm going to leave you two alone now. Just remember, don't play too rough with him, and make sure he's still hard when I get back. If he's a good boy you can help me reward him though. Now, un-gag him so I can talk to him for a moment."

I reached down and undid her husband's gag, and as soon as it was out of his mouth he let out a long, low groan. "Ohhhh god......Mistress...I...I...."

"Shh, don't say anything baby, just listen. Be a good little slut for Karen, and remember our rules. Okay?"

"Yes mistress!" He exclaimed this loudly as I reached down to teasingly pinch one of his nipples, "I'll be good!"




Date Night Ch. 02



Karen said her good nights and hung up, leaving Mark and I alone again. I looked down at him with a grin, "Now, what have you been trying so hard to say since I got here?"

"Don't...oh god...don't make me cum." I had to raise an eyebrow at this, "Please, Mistress says I'm not to cum without her here. You can play with me, but don't make me cum."

Now this I had to say I took as a challenge. Glancing back down at his phone and wondering if his wife could see us or not I decided to take him up on it. "Well slut. That's going to be a challenge. Because, I believe the rule is that you are not allowed to cum, not that I'm not allowed to make you." I pulled my panties aside and moved so that the tip of his cock was rubbing against my slit, showing him how wet I was after teasing him and talking to his wife. He groaned and shook his head again as I just smiled at him. "So, let's see if you can be a good little slut, even if I'm not going to be a good girl...

To be continued...



Date Night Ch. 02



"You can't be fucking serious!"

"Oh I can be, baby, and I am." He said plainly.

"Stephen! I can't wear this shit outside! It's one thing when you and I are playing around in the house, but not out there. What if someone sees me?"

"Who's going to recognize you in that? No one. Besides we agreed."

"No we didn't agree! You made up the rules and then said we didn't have a choice in following them. That's not an agreement! Besides, when is it my turn to host date night, huh? When will you have to do something that you don't want to do?"

"As soon as you come up with something."

"Shit!" I said defeated, throwing the clothes on the chair beside the front door. Stephen smiled and walked out heading to work.

"I'll see you at 7:00 pm sharp. And don't be late. I don't pay for my boys to be late," he laughed at me when he saw my outrage and hurried down the hallway out of the range of my venom.

*****

I can't believe I'm doing this.I thought to myself as I huddled in my car. Looking at the clock it was time to go, but I held back as long as I could. For the hundredth time I checked all of my mirrors and windows making sure no one was around to see me get out of my car. The coast was clear, I had parked in the alley half a block away from where Stephen was suppose to pick me up in two minutes.Well it's now or never!

I opened the door and stepped out into the darkness. The cool air immediately hit my naked legs as I stepped out of the car and stood. I threw my coat inside the car and locked it, shoving the keys into my tight shorts.

Stephen had told me date night this week entailed me playing the part of a male prostitute and waiting for him at a downtown street corner. He would cruise by and pick me up, but I had to play the part. He provided me with a pair of hot pink, skin tight shorts that showed more of my butt cheeks than I was used to showing outside, a white - what can only be described as rubber - tube top that went from my armpits to just below my lowest rib, leaving my stomach And shoulders exposed, and a pair of white high top canvas Converse shoes, with which I couldn't wear any socks. To say I felt exposed was an understatement, but I knew that if I did this, Stephen would fuck the hell out of me and I wanted him badly enough to do it. I topped off the look, and to be truthful I did this to make myself less recognizable, by putting gel in my hair and spiking my short blonde follicles into what felt like the spines of a hedgehog. Coupled with the dark eyeliner that I used to use as a teenager in my emo days, and I had a look that spoke desperate street urchin. Stephen was right in one respect, no one I knew would recognize me, and for that I was grateful.

Throwing my shoulders back I prepared to give it my all. If my lover wanted a rent boy, I would be the best damn rent boy I could imagine. I strutted my ass down the cold alley toward to light of my corner.

West Hastings and Howe Street didn't normally see this kind of action and the looks I got were genuine horror to outright laughter. I put on the confidence I didn't feel and gave some woman the finger after she sneered at me. If I was going to be a hooker that bitch better not disrespect me. I felt a sudden camaraderie with all walkers of the night and knew I wouldn't be as judgmental as I had been in the past.

"Hey sugar!" I turned to see a woman in her late fifties as she started eying me up.

Please sister, you haven't got a chance!I said this in my head as she looked like she could take me. I kept walking and spotted the store I was supposed to stroll my ass in front of.

I knew Stephen would be by any moment so I practiced in my head how I would turn him down first. The smile on my face did a bad job of hiding the joy I felt at being able to tease him a little before I gave into his advances.How much should I ask him for? 

"Hey baby, what's the price for that sweet ass?" I turned and looked at a thirtyish guy walking down the street toward me. He stumbled a little and got just a little too close for comfort. He smelled like alcohol.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.I do not need this right now. I tried to get rid of him. "Look buddy, take a hike, I'm waiting for a date."

"I can be your date baby," he drawled and almost fell onto to me in his stupor.

"Buddy you couldn't afford me."

"Ya," he practically shouted, "how much huh? How much for the pleasure?"

I started to look around as he got louder. I was hoping not to draw more attention than I already had. Stephen would pay big time for this. Not knowing what to say to the guy I said the first thing that came into my head. "Two thousand a night pal, now fuck off!"

"Works for me he said and reached inside his coat pocket. He pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. Expecting him to flash me some cash I was stunned somewhat by the gleaming badge that he showed me. "You're under arrest for solicitation."

"What!" I was horrified by what I heard.Oh my God! I'm being arrested?"I'm being arrested?" I asked incredulously. "For what?"

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall pal." The officer spoke in a very clear way, no intoxication at all in his voice.

"You tricked me!" I screeched at him as he grabbed my arm and turned me forcibly toward the wall.

"Ya that's what they all say. Now turn back around." He forced my arms behind my back and held me there with one hand while his other hand secured a plastic band around both of my wrists binding them together. I felt my anger rise.

"You are under arrest for solicitation for the purposes of sex, do you understand?"

"I understand you're making a big mistake here sir." I said with as much authority as I could muster in my rubber tube top and pink shorts. I shook my head as I tried again, "Can't I just explain what happened? I am waiting for my boyfriend..."

"You have the right to retain and instruct counsel without delay," he interrupted my plea. "We will provide you with a toll-free telephone lawyer referral service, if you do not have your own lawyer. Anything you say can be used in court as evidence. Do you understand?"

"Listen, if we just wait here for a minute he will be by right away!" My frustration was getting the better of me and I knew I had to calm down.

He couldn't care less about what I said. "Would you like to speak to a lawyer?"

"No, but can I use your phone to phone my boyfriend?"

He looked at me blankly and then looked out to the street and waved a police car down. I was out of words and still shaking my head in bewilderment bordering on anger when he sat me in the back of the police car.

*****

"Hey Sargent. I have a booking for solicitation here."

"Do you have to yell it across the room!" I cringed sitting on the wooden bench he pushed me into when we arrived. He had been talking with someone until the officer he called Sargent had come in across the room.

"Put him in number 5, there's a wait for finger printing him. Williams should be ready for him in about 30 minutes. There's another guy in there, but he's harmless."

"Ok buddy, lets go. You're gonna wait here for a bit and then Officer Williams will come and collect you.

"Can't I phone my boyfriend?" I asked.

"Not until you are processed. For now, you wait."

I hung my head defeated and resigned to my fate until I could get myself out of this. Stephen would be worried sick about me as it had been at least 40 minutes since I had been arrested.God I have never been arrested before!I wasn't going to let myself cry here, so I held back.

The officer led me down a hallway with metal doors. It wasn't like any jail I had ever seen on TV. There were no bars and no men shouting cat calls at me as I walked by. It was rather quiet. We stopped at a door with a big, blue, number 5 painted on it. He unlocked the door and shoved me through. He looked at the guy laying on the one cot facing the wall.

"Hey pal," he shouted at the occupant, "you're outta here in 30 minutes, so be ready." And with that he shut the door locking me in.

I looked out of the little window and the officer slid the metal shield over the window making my seclusion complete. I turned around and looked at the guy still facing the wall and lying on the bed.

"I shouldn't be here long," I said, "this has been a big misunderstanding."

He shifted and turned, swinging his legs down on the floor, but remained seated on the cot. My mouth dropped open when I saw him. "Stephen! What the hell are you doing in here?"

He smiled at me and it hit me before he said a word.

"You son of a bitch, you set this whole thing up!" I practically yelled at him.

"Shhhhh..." He shushed me. "I did it for you baby."

"Don't shush me! And what did you do for me? You bastard I was arrested! They put me in handcuffs and drove me here in a police car!"

"I know, that was Terry, remember I told you I met a guy named Terry at the gym? And his partner, Adam? Terry's a cop, he helped me work this out."

I was confused. "Why? Why did you do this?"

He looked at me in a way he reserved for the bedroom. "Oh no you don't!" I said recognizing where this was going.

"Oh yes I do, this is date night and you can't refuse. You told me two months ago that you've always had a fantasy of being arrested and having sex in a cell of a police station. Now you've got you your wish and we have 30 minutes to make that fantasy come true."

He looked at me and I didn't know what to say, I was speechless. He had other plans though. He slowly removed his shirt and swayed a little back and forth like he was dancing. He approached me and grabbed both of my hands from my sides and brought them up to his chest. Keeping his hands over mine he continued to sway back and forth and rubbed my hands in circles over his chest.

My dying anger was getting caught up in the swell of my heightening arousal. I took control over my hands and let them roam over his chest and across his stomach. He started swaying with more exaggerated movements and brought his arms over his head exposing his whole chest and underarms to me.

My breath caught, as I smelled his scent. It was all him, the smell I know from our bed. The aroma of his clothes, the faint smell of the soap he used in the shower to clean his beautiful body. It was all there, assaulting me in a small concrete cell inside a police station and my cock responded by exerting an extreme amount of pressure on my skin-tight shorts.

I continued to gently rub his body with my hands and brought my face close to his nipple, using my tongue to run over the circular ridge on his taught chest. He gasped as I continued to run my tongue right into the heat of his armpit and I clamped my mouth on his soft hair and bit him playfully, his whole armpit in my mouth. I used my tongue, dripping with my own saliva, my mouth watering profusely as his smell and taste overwhelmed me, to bathe his armpit while he bucked underneath my attention. I clutched him around the back so he couldn't get away.

He began to put his arms down, but I quickly brought my hands to his arms and forced them upward once again. I took my mouth from his armpit and looked him in the eye.

"Don't," I warned him quietly and he willingly returned his arms above his head, knowing I was in control. "You're going to fuck me, like you've never fucked me before, is that clear?" My voice was deadly serious.

He nodded obediently.

"Good, but first we have some thing to take care of. Give me your wallet."

"What?"

I slapped him across the face, not hard, but enough for him to suck in his breath and bring a hand to his cheek.

"Your wallet," I demanded quietly and in my most threatening voice.

He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a nice collection of bills. Not needing to count them as I knew he usually carried a few hundred dollars on him, I stuffed it in the tight front pocket of my shorts. "You think I come cheap?" I asked him seriously.

He shook his head.

"You're right. I don't." I threw his wallet over my shoulder and it hit the cold floor with a slap. I saw the faintest glimmer of a smile on his face before he looked at me again with his obedient eyes.

"Now then," I continued. "Undress me."

He looked me over and tentatively brought his hands to my face. He lightly covered my eyes with his fingers and slowly let them drift down my features letting each finger caress me in its journey downward. He drifted over my face and I leaned my head back, my eyes still closed as his fingers, trembling slightly now, moved down the contours of my neck, over my Adam's apple and down to the small hallow between my collar bones. He spread his hands wide and moved each one outward; hesitantly stroking my shoulders and running his hands softly down the length of my arms. His fingers teasing my skin and bringing goose bumps to the surface forcing me to shiver as I stood with my eyes closed and my head leaned back.

He interlaced his fingers with mine and sqeezed a little before his hands continued their exploratory journey. He left my fingers and I felt sad when his touch left mine. Gently he brought his hands to my exposed waist and stroked by abs and my let one of his fingers move over and into my navel. Not staying there long he grasped the lower part of my rubber shirt and peeled it upward. I held my arms high to facilitate its removal and let myself inhale deeply when it was no longer constricting my chest. He tossed the garment onto the thin cot and brought his hands back to my chest, stroking my nipples until they stood waiting eagerly for him.

Bringing his mouth to bear on the left one, I arched and groaned as he sucked powerfully on my chest. I felt my skin stretch under the suction of his mouth, and his tongue worked to ravish my erogenous button. I was gasping when he moved to the next one and moaning loudly under the crushing pressure of his arms wrapped around my body, clutching me to him as if he was hanging on to me with the intension of saving my life. In an eight by ten foot concrete cubicle, with the impenetrable steel of the door behind me, I never felt safer in the arms of my lover.

He released me and kept his mouth on my chest moving lower, his tongue darting in and around my navel got me gasping in pleasure once more. His hands found the top button on my shorts and released the pressure as it popped open. He slowly undid the next button, then the next, and the next, and finally the last. Having no room for underwear, as they would have easily been visible given the meager length of the shorts, my shaved pubic patch was exposed, and my stiff member pressed firmly against my leg and still encased in its pink prison.

Stephen brought his hand to my cropped pubic hair and gently ran his fingers through its coarse patch causing me to writhe in ecstasy. He knew what I loved and he ran his fingers through it over and over again as my breath became racked with desire.

He grabbed the now open flaps of my rent boy shorts and pulled ever so slowly to release my pent up love. He worked the shorts over my sockless feet still covered with the Converse sneakers. My cock sprung to life and he moaned as he grabbed me with both of his hands and slowly caressed the entire length of my shaft. He was on his knees and brought my ridged cock to his cheek. His face was smooth, having recently been shaved, and he rubbed my stiffness over his entire face. Watching him engorged the head of my cock with more blood than I thought possible and he continued to love the feel of my cock on his eyes, his nose, his lips, his cheeks and forehead, down his neck and finally he returned it to his mouth and swallowed my entire length in one slow, smooth, wet, agonizingly warm gulp. I expelled my entire breath in one exhale at the sheer exquisite agony he had me in. His head bobbed up and down on my shaft so slowly, so lovingly, so beautifully. He finished each retreat with a swirling tongue around the head of my cock and every time he brought me closer and closer to my inevitable conclusion.

My breath got louder with each forward plunge, and he pulled my balls tighter and tighter in his grasp as they tried to claw their way into my groin to release their building cargo. Harder and harder he sucked on my cock and louder and louder I cried until I could stand it no longer. I grabbed his hair with both hands and brought my cock to the very edge of his mouth, to the tips of his lovely lips. He looked at me desperately and held my gaze as my body prepared to unload. His eyes locked on mine, never once leaving me and telling me he wanted all of me, he opened his mouth and swallowed every thing I had to give him. I had to hold my gasps back from getting too loud as I watched his eyes bore into mine as he continued to swallow. After he squeezed the last drop of cum out of me and ran his tongue across my entire length not leaving a drop of semen, he returned to my mouth and still locked to my eyes he allowed me the pleasure of tasting myself on his breath and his tongue as it wrestled with mine in both of our mouths.

He had exhausted me, but he wasn't finished yet and he would pay me in full before he left this cell.

"Fuck me." I told him with no room for argument.

He nodded silently and turned me gently to face the cot and bent me over at the waist until my hands rested on the plastic covered mattress. He was on his knees again behind me this time and his hands were all over my ass, grabbing me, kneading my soft cheeks and fondling my balls from behind. Without any warning he plunged his tongue into the heart of my ass and moaned as he slobbered and licked his way through to my soul.

Time stopped for me as he claimed me as his property. He knew where every nerve was, how every sensation felt to me, how every molecule of oxygen rushed to feed my life force only not to be needed, as I existed in that moment only to feel what he was doing to me. Clear cum leaked from the tip of my cock. Ropes of it ebbed their way slowly from its tip and he caught it in his hand and used it to rub my member to hardness once again. The roughness of his hand against my bits was juxtaposed against the softness of his tongue on my hole. I was ready to die, but he wouldn't let me leave this place, and I wasn't quite ready to let him finish yet.

"Do it now." It was more of a plea than a demand. I didn't have the force left in me anymore. He drained every once of fight I had, but he responded just as quickly and I saw him release his fantastic cock from his strained and sopping jeans.

We were both wet enough that he didn't need any extra lubrication. He aimed his magnificent handful at me and pushed with all he had against my small, eagerly waiting pucker. It never felt so right before, never so perfect. He slid inside of me with an ease that could only be natural. He was built to be inside of me. We both felt it and as he buried himself within me as far as he could, he shuddered with pleasure and leaned over me bringing his chest to my back and wrapped his arms protectively around my waist and chest.

"I love you," he said, "and I'll do anything for you."

I couldn't speak as the tears ran down my face, and either from pure emotion or absolute bliss, they continued as he pounded into me, each thrust harder then the one before. My insides clung to his invading flesh, he melted within me and the muscles in my tiny ring contracted so forcefully that he cried out in wonder as he exploded inside of me. I felt his orgasm, it added to the softness and the warmth spreading through my body, he continued to thrust and gave me everything he had left of himself. He collapsed on my back and once again clung to me. I held his arms to my stomach and cherished the feel of his weight on my back.

His essence began to drip from my body and he reached over to the bag that he had on the cot and grabbed a small towel. He cleaned me lovingly and turned me toward him, looking deeply into my eyes, he told me again what I never get tired of hearing from him.




Date Night Ch. 02



"I'm yours. I will always be yours."

The tears sprung to my eyes again and we plunged into a kiss so deeply we almost ignored the pounding on the door and the voice of the police officer telling us we had five minutes.

Reluctantly pulling apart, we hurriedly wiped up and Stephen took out a change of clothes for me that he brought with him. He wiped the eyeliner off of my eyes gently and kissed each one in turn. Then he packed everything away, and looking like two presentable guys we waited until the door opened.

The officer that arrested me, looked in and smiled at the two of us. "You two ready to go?" he asked quietly. Stephen and I looked at each other and smiled, then nodded together. "Okay, play along as I walk you out."

He led us down the corridor that he had taken me before and into the large room where I was sitting earlier contemplating my future as an arrestee. "Sarge," he called out, I'm releasing these two on notice to appear."

The Sargent looked up, and too busy to worry about what we were doing, he waved his officer through and returned to the people he was dealing with.

"It seems odd that he would just let us go," I remarked to Stephen as we made our way to the door.

"Oh that's Adam, Terry's partner," he offered.

I looked back to see Officer Terry smiling at us. "You owe us dinner Stephen."

"Don't worry," I said to Terry, "Stephen pays his debts, I make sure of it!"

We laughed as we said goodbye and Stephen opened the door of the cab that was waiting for us as we exited the police station. In the cab he had his arm around me and I snuggled into him, my arm draped across his stomach.

"Alex?" he asked quietly.

"Ya babe?"

"You're plotting against me aren't you?" he said warily.

"With every waking minute and every breath I take, I swear to you I will have my revenge."

We locked eyes and he saw the sheer determination in the words I had just spoke. He broke into a large grin followed by my own.

"I can't wait!" he said and we both laughed in the cab as we headed home from another date night.



Date Night Ch. 02



I write based on my imagination. All the characters in this story are of legal age and consent. As in, everyone is over 18.

I recommend reading chapter 1 before this one, however, it's not really necessary. 

*****

Previously: 

You had been ordered to please me under the table at a Mexican restaurant and offer the waitress your thong and an embarrassing story to tell his friends as a tip. 

*****

The ride to the theater was uneventful. I could feel the disappointment radiating from you as I drove in silence. However, that was mostly because I already had plans for you. I had to admit I rather enjoyed the soft scent that slowly began to envelope the car. It made me that much more pleased with my decision to have you give up your thong as a tip.

Finally, we reached the building. Massive like any other movie theater would be. Luckily for you, the parking lot was nearly empty. It signaled that there was a good chance nearly no one would be in the theater that we were going to be watching our movie in. A simple glance in your direction was all the permission you needed to exit the car after it was placed in park and the engine was shut off.

When I slid out of the car and moved around to stand beside you, my hand slipped around your body, wrapping an arm around your waist gently. I could feel your entire body relax against me when you started to become lulled into that false sense of security that you should know better than to believe by now. There was never a guarantee that you would get out of anything with me. And the way my mind was constantly reeling, there was no possible way to predict what I could possibly have planned. Tonight would be an amazing example of this.

"You ready, slut?" I asked simply enough, giving your hip a bit of a squeeze before urging you towards the ticket counter located outside of the building. I stepped up to the counter and ordered the tickets. Giving the busty redhead who had been selling tickets a knowing wink. She was clad in a rather tight fitting maroon colored polo shirt. I assumed it was part of her uniform for the theater. On those long legs, the legs that went for days and days, she had a pair of khaki pants. Her deep auburn hair was pulled back and held in the back of her head by a butterfly clip. Much like a ponytail holder might, but it simply held the hair out of her face. It allowed it to cascade down her back and to be honest, I was feeling a bit of jealousy towards you. 

Once I gathered up the tickets in a perfectly manicured hand, I made my way into the building, feeling the cool air of the theater hit my face and body, it made me smile. You were certainly in for a treat, that was for sure. I handed the tickets over to the ticket collector and made my way to the correct theater.

"Before you get settled, dear slut, you have an appointment you have to take care of. That pretty little redhead taking tickets? Julie I think he name is? She's going to be utilizing your services in the restroom before the movie. And you'd better be quick. I don't want to miss out on any extra time with you," I explained before reaching out to take the handle to the theater. Your eyes grew wide and head gave a bit of a tilt. 

"Mistress, does she have full liberties?" was all you asked. No dispute, no other objections, and that was something I loved about you. You knew as well as I did that if I told someone they had full liberties with you, nothing was off limits. There were times when I would deem one of your holes off limits to other people. For a whole year, I was the only one allowed to fuck your tight and sensitive ass. Another time, I had forbidden anyone from giving your sweet pussy oral pleasure. That was just the kind of loving Mistress I was.

"Yes, and you are to please her. She isn't interested in doing anything to you specifically. She may wish to play with your nice tits, and if you beg her enough, she may be willing to use her fingers on your cunt. She's not big on anal, however, so I guess your ass will get a rest. Literally. Now, hurry and don't keep her waiting."

Without another word, you made your way to the bathroom. The trek down the dark hallway was a long one for you, you later confessed. But you did your best to stay sensual. Shaking your hips just the way you knew I liked. One foot in front of the other, you came to the bathroom. Opening the door slowly, you found, much to your relief that it was empty. Empty save for Julie.

It was a rather small bathroom for a theater. Only held three stalls and a small counter with two sinks built in. Perched on top of that counter was that same woman you had seen before. With an evil twinkle in her deep emerald eyes. You took a second to take her in and size her up slowly. She had removed her pants, folded them up and placed them to one side of the furthest sink. That left her clad in only a pair of white lace boy shorts that highlighted her amazingly shapely ass. But despite how fit she was, there was plenty of fat in her rear to give someone something to grab on to. Which made you think immediately that you would be seeing this woman again after tonight.

On her upper body, she had removed her shirt, that too was placed to the side and those beautiful D cups were hidden behind a white lace push up bra. Matching underwear, of course she had known about this beforehand. It allowed her to make sure she was sexy for what was about to take place.

Without a word, you got to your knees in front of this new woman and lowered your gaze to the floor. A sign of respect and despite you never have meeting the redhead, you were a reflection of me. And any sign of disrespect towards anyone you were ordered to entertain meant a punishment to you. Depending on the severity, anything from a paddling to being paraded around a sex shop naked. Free for anyone to try out sex toys on. Like a living test dummy.

"Miss Julie, I am here for your pleasure. My Mistress has instructed me to treat you as I would treat any of her guests. My body is yours for however long you wish," came the meek voice from the floor.

Julie simply raised a brow and an evil smile came to her lips as she slowly slid her hips back on the counter. Each foot was placed on the edge of the counter, her thighs spread wide for you and a slender finger was placed right above her pantie clad slit, "enjoy, whore."

That was all you needed. You were on your way over to her and up, crouched before her on her balls of your feet. A bit of maneuvering and you found a way to bare her nicely trimmed pussy. She couldn't have been older than twenty-two, but you knew she was over eighteen. The theater had a rule that no one under eighteen was allowed to work there. 

Before you had a chance to show the woman before you how experienced your tongue had become over the years, a fistful of your hair was grabbed and you gave no fight when your face was forced into the musty pussy. It took a second for you to register what was happening, but obviously Julie had been told she could be as mean or rough with you as she liked. Quickly, your tongue left the confines of your mouth and found its way to Julie's clit which caused a soft gasp. A few more licks and she was pushing your head tighter against her sex. Soon, her other hand joined the first, making it impossible for you to pull away with them both buried in your hair.

"Oh fuck. Aren't you a wonderful pussy eater," she moaned while rocking her shapely hips forward. It didn't take long before she was moaning out loud, struggling to keep from screaming from how your skilled tongue danced over her sensitive clit. When you felt her roughly yanking on your hair, you took that as your cue to slide that strong, pink muscle deep into her slit. With your tongue pressed up against her clit, she couldn't help it anymore.

"FUCK!" she cried out while tilting her head back. Her entire body shook with the pleasure that you were almost positive she had never felt before. The harder you worked on that sweet pussy, the more wet it become. Each taste of her pussy juice only made you want more. The flavor that nearly rivaled that of mine made it more enjoyable than you could remember in a long time and that was when you realized that you wanted to see this sexy woman again.

Before you could register, you had been pushed back and away from Julie's pussy, landing hard on your back. She had slid down off of the counter and stripped off her panties in what seemed like a simple movement. This woman had a hunger in her eyes and you knew she wasn't going to let you quit until you had satisfied that hunger numerous times. As your eyes opened, you came face to face with the same pussy you had grown to want and almost crave. Just seeing it, being that close to it, you could feel yourself drooling for more. Lucky for you, Julie didn't make you wait. Her knees came forward and you were met with a face full of sweet cunt juices once more.

The more her hips rocked on your face, the quicker you became aware of the fact that you were having trouble breathing. Her hands pressed hard on the top of your head made it impossible to pull away from the pussy smothering you were endearing. A grunt of discomfort and slight panic escaped you while you frantically began to lick at her clit, hoping her orgasm would free you from being smothered.

"Oh yeah you dirty, cunt licking bitch. Eat that pussy. Eat it. No wonder your Mistress keeps you around. Your tongue feels so fucking good," she moaned while her hips began to grind quicker. A sign that she was clearly getting lost in the pleasure that you were providing. "Don't you fucking stop! I'm going to fucking cum. All over your filthy face!"

You picked up the pace of your licking. Feeling suddenly faint under her weight. A final scream and her hips jerked into your face. While her sweet pussy juices coated your face, you could feel yourself losing consciousness. Almost as quickly as her orgasm subsided, she was off of you. Oxygen flooded your lungs, causing them to burn slightly, but you didn't have much of a chance to recover.

Your blouse was suddenly ripped open and your cupless bra was exposed. In her hurry, the buttons had gone flying all over the room, but she didn't notice any more than you did. Grabbing your hair, she yanked you up to your knees, now standing with her knees slightly bent in front of you, she pressed her lips over yours in a tight and passionate kiss. Leaving you no choice but to kiss back. Finding her mouth to be almost as sweet as her pussy, you found yourself enjoying it. Even when her tongue made its way out of her lips and pushed deep into yours. A soft moan of pleasure came from your throat. Between the kiss and the sudden rush you got from her fingers expertly working on your ever hardening nipples, you could feel your own pussy getting slick with your juices.

When you thought you might get lost in her kiss, she pulled back and pulled you to your feet by your hair, forcing you to the counter she had been previously sitting on. Spinning you around didn't take much effort. Between the kiss and the way she had smothered you earlier, you didn't have much balance to keep yourself from toppling over onto the counter. Bent at the waist, you felt your tits squished up against the cool materiel of the sturdy counter top. With a swift movement your skit was yanked up around your hips to bare you completely to your new assailant. 

"I know I'm going to have to schedule another appointment for you with your Mistress, whore. I'm rather enjoying this. And from the looks of your sloppy cunt, you are too. Look at that wetness. Your pussy is practically begging for more." She commented before bringing her hand down in a rather rough smack to your round backside. You could feel the sting and it caused you to cry out from your surprise.

"Oh! Thank you, Miss. I live to serve," was all you could manage before another smack was giving to your waiting ass. Another cry of surprise and pain was given in response, but you could feel your pussy getting more and more wet with each smack. You were loving the session with this woman. She wasn't as cruel as I was, however, you could tell you would be begging me later for her to come around again.

Once your ass was a nice bright red, two fingers were forced into your slit roughly. With no regard for how you might feel, those fingers flew over your clit, causing your knees to buckle and a bit of a groan low in your throat.

"Oh, you like that, huh, whore? Good. But, it doesn't seem like you'll need much stimulation. You're soaked as it is. Just like a good whore should be," Julie mocked. You nearly crumbled to the floor when you felt her weight leave your body but didn't dare move, despite not being told to stay, you knew better. Your mind reeled as you tried to guess what the twenty year old could be up to. But it didn't take long before you felt a rubber object probe at your clit. You gasped and involuntarily jerked your hips away from the stimulation before you felt a hand on each side of your hips. Julie was stronger than she looked. Either that or she was just that horny. Without another word, you began to feel your pussy fill.

"Ooooh fuck..." you moaned softly as that clear, rubber dildo slid into your tight wetness. Later, you would find out that Julie had hidden one of her strap-ons in one of the stalls. She hadn't been sure she would need to use it on her, but much to your surprise, she liked you more than she thought she would.

And she seemed to be an expert with that strap-on. Her hips thrust forward and jerked back, fucking you for all you were worth. In a way that you hadn't been fucked since the way I fucked you. It was almost as if she could feel the pleasure that your cunt would have given her if she had feeling in that toy. She was pounding your hole for all you were worth.

"Oh, that cock just slides right into your pussy, doesn't it? You are so sloppy that your cunt just swallows this toy. Reach down and rub your clit, whore. Tighten up that snatch for me!" she demanded before giving your right ass cheek a nice pop. You cry out in pain and pleasure before adjusting your arms so that you can reach down between your legs. It didn't take her telling you twice. You began to rub your clit quickly with all of your fingers, trying to get the most stimulation you possibly could give yourself. Between the toy deep in your hot pussy and the fingers on your clit, it wasn't going to take you long to cum.

"Ah, cum... I'm going... I'm going to cum!" you cried out. She didn't stop. Didn't even show signs of slowing down. That's when it hit. The orgasm slammed into you. Your hand stopped on your clit to reach out both hands in front of you. When your palms hit the mirror, you began to cry out and didn't stop. The more Julie worked that fake dick in and out of your pussy, the more your orgasm washed over you.

"Fuck, fuck my fucking pussy!! Pound that fucking cunt, Miss Julie! Oh God, more! Don't stop!" you yelled all the while, feeling every muscle in your cunt squeezing around the intrusion. You knew it couldn't have been easy to keep moving the toy, but it didn't stop. Julie didn't even let up until that final leg of orgasm shook your body right before you went limp. When she yanked the strap-on from you, it made a very audible *pop*and you went slumping down to the floor. You don't know how long you laid on the floor, but it was long after Julie got dress. Even after she cleaned up. Right before she left, you felt a piece of paper hit your body and then slide to the floor. Once you regained your composure after what seemed like a good twenty minutes, you looked over at the paper. There was a heart drawn on it with Julies' name and number. That caused you to smile softly before you used the counter to pull yourself to your feet.

Glancing at your reflection, you couldn't help but notice the way your face was flushed and your hair was an obvious mess. You knew better than to straighten up, though. Nothing made your Mistress happier than to know someone got full use out of your body. Once straighten up, you pulled your skirt back down and went to fix your top. That was useless. Your buttons had been discarded in all the excitement. Oh well, you'd just have to situate your top so that your breasts weren't bared to the whole theater when you were on your way back to me.

Bending at the waist, you picked up the piece of paper Julie left and took note of the single number that was circled. Unsure what it meant, you made a mental note to ask me later while you made your way to the theater our movie was playing in, silently hoping you hadn't missed too much. And being thankful that no one knew what you had just experienced. Though, you couldn't remember the last time you had so much difficulty walking before.

Once in the dark theater, you spotted me. It wasn't hard, I was sitting alone in the theater that only held one other couple. An older gentleman and woman. Probably in their eighties. "Greetings, Mistress," was all you said as you feel into your seat and began your process of trying to recover from your earlier sex session. Slowly, I turned to look at you and my face lit up.

"You look like you had fun. Did Julie enjoy you?" I asked, making sure to look back at the screen, almost as if to show you I didn't care one way or the other. My main concern seemed to be Julie. Something that stung, but you understood. It was the way you liked it. Sliding me the paper Julie had left, I slid it into my purse and adjusted in my seat slightly. 

"I think she did, Miss. She left her number..." you whispered, still curious about the digit, but you knew now wasn't the time to discuss it. Instead you turned your attention to the movie already in progress. And enough though that was what you were watching, your mind was still in the bathroom with Julie. There was no way you could possibly know what I had in mind for you during the movie. If anything.

"Good," was all I said seemingly engrossed by what was happening on the screen in front of me. Little did you know, your night was far from over. And it seemed to have just begun.

*****

Next time:

Do I have something planned for the movie? Or maybe not until the way home? You'll never know, so you'll just have to wait and see.



Date Night Ch. 02



Well I couldn't help myself, just to look at her body while crew was sleeping. It was so perfect to me. Nice size round melon shaped breast; nice small gum drop nipples that look so delishes right now. Soft and harden up as soon as I rubbed my hand across them.

Her flat stomach with them impeccable abs that glisten with a little sweat. Shit even her boxers were sexy. Then her strap was just perfect for me. 9 1/2 to 10in long and always hard for me to get fucked the right way. I couldn't help myself from not touching her cause I was getting horny and turned on by the way she was sleeping.

I had to peak at her woman hood while I could. Cree was sort of a hard sleeper, But I was going to take full advantage while I could. I slowly pulled her boxers down and pushed her strap to the side. Her nicely manicured pubic hairs turned me more on cause they were shaped into an arrow pointing downward.

I kissed the lips of her pussy and she didn't move, so I knew I had to penetrate it with my tongue. As I opened up her lips wider I began to lick and suck on Cree clit gently. i felt her move a little bit. But I was ready for her to come alive. 

I started sucking a little harder and felt her place her hand on the back of my head. Once she did that it was on and popping. I was picking up and down on her clit real slow and I heard her moan. Ohhh! Tinka!!

That shit turned me up! I went faster and she moan louder! Ohh!! Tinka!! This! Yours!

Mmhmm I know it is daddy! I said as I was eating my morning breakfast. Cree was so wet that she was dripping. I knew she was close to cumming cause she started stroking her strap shaft like she was beating off. Oh! 

Daddy! You know I love that shit! I moaned out loud to her. She rubbing the tip of her head like she ready to let it cum out. I stroked my tongue against her clit one hard time and she busted so hard in my face.

I licked her pussy clean. Yes! Tinka! Oh daddy I'm not quite done yet. You not? 

No daddy! I grabbed her strap and licked the top and then started deep thrusting the whole 9 1/2 to 10in completely without gagging while rubbing her clit. Cree was moaning so loud. Yes! Tinka! Yes! Tinka! She started to reach her climax once again but this time I was going to make her bust super hard.

As I kept sucking her strap and rubbing her clit, I did a quick move where I switched to licking her twice and then rubbed her penis. Yes! Tinka! I'm 'bout to nut! Please! Make me nut! 

As I kept with that rhythm I felt her tense up and squirt for the first time. Damn I wish I was sucking her pussy when that happened. (Cree was moaning loud as fuck.) yes! Yes! Cree was red all in the face and I knew she was sensitive to the touch but I couldn't stop.

I straddled her waist and slid down onto her dick and felt every inch of her in my wet pussy. Mmm is all I can say. I started rocking back and forth and Cree was pumping that dick into me like she felt every inch of my wet pussy. I leaned over and started sucking those hard gum drop nipples of hers while she held onto me tight sliding into me fast and hard.

Ohh daddy! Cree spreading my ass cheeks apart while fucking the nut out of my pussy. Damn she got her second wind. As I leaned up she was holding onto my breast saying fuck! Yes! 

Tinka! Take daddy dick! Yes daddy! I am! Cree got me to turn around and had me bent back towards her ridding the dick. While she was rubbing my clit had me nutting all over.

As I climbed off the dick my legs felt like noodles. Cree got up off the bed and pinned me against the wall and said "where you going" you woke up the monster! Now tame him. Yes daddy! She lift my leg and slide her dick back in me.

I felt my pussy tighten around it like a glove. Mmmhmm! I wrapped my legs around her waist and Cree started pumping in me more rapidly. I can tell she was ready to cum. Yes daddy! Cum for tinka! 

Cree had me pressed against the wall tight and making that dick go in circles while in my pussy. Mmmm daddy I'm cumming! Yes! Tinka! Me too!! 

We both came on that tip and sealed it with a kiss. After she let me down on the bed ,I got up and walked to the kitchen. I started cooking and preparing breakfast for my daddy. Bacon, eggs scrambled with cheese, grits with cheese, toast and sausage. 

Shit! She deserve it for this morning date we had...