0 comments/ 42788 views/ 3 favorites Dinner Date By: Vixen Whoopee -- a real date. I mean a REAL plan-ahead, "I'll pick you up at 7:30, we're going to this new, elegant, make-reservations-three-weeks-in-advance-restaurant" DATE. Women know exactly what I'm talking about. Gentlemen, you just have to trust me on this one, and read on, because I'll tell you one way that we (the female of the species) can show our appreciation for you putting on a suit and tie on a Saturday night. And for giving us a bona fide reason to buy a new dress, and shoes, and, um, other things for a special occasion. I found the perfect dress -- black silk velvet, with a high neck and long sleeves. It's fairly short, stops just above my kneecap. Sheer black stockings -- the kind you like with the lace around the top. And the shoes: Yes, dear, in some circles I suppose they would be called "fuck me" shoes. Black velvet, with a rhinestone T-strap up the front and around my ankle, and very high heels. With a little help, I can even walk! I found the most amazing bra -- in black, of course. It's like a shelf, with straps. Lots of support, which I need, but nothing on top -- where I usually overflow a bit -- and no bra lines. Truly an engineering marvel. No, I didn't go whole hog and get my hair done. I know you hate the "stiffening agents" they put on it as much as I do. But I did spend quite a bit of time making sure that it's clean, soft and shiny, and bounces nicely around my shoulders. Am I ready when you ring the doorbell! You look the tiniest bit startled when you see the dress -- it does look demure, at first glance, doesn't it? And then you flash that great smile, and give me a big hug. "My GOD, that's soft! I can feel your skin through the dress." Your hands start roaming. "Mmmmmm, no panties. Good girl. And are we going bra-less tonight?" "Not quite." "Looks like it. Feels like it." "Definitely not it. Let's go, before you trash the dress with your exploration." I know you're a little startled when I won't let you play the usual car game. Each time you start to reach under the hem of my dress, I gently remove your hand and raise it to my mouth. I kiss it, or take a quick suck on a finger, so you know I'm not mad, just not playing now. It's a quick trip from my place to the restaurant, so you don't have too much time to wonder what's up with me. The restaurant is exquisite. They have private curtained banquettes. The maitre d' shows us to the farthest one. We sit across from each other. You are so handsome, in anything or nothing at all, but I do love that suit. And you're wearing one of the ties I brought back for you from 57th Street. Nice, honey, and very elegant. We begin with drinks and, before you get too engrossed in the menu, I reach into my bag and hand you a small package. "What's this?" You ask, quizzically. "A present," I reply. [Rip, tear.] "Looks like a remote control." "It is. I found a new toy." "And this new toy would be. . . . .?" "It's the cutest little thing. I have it on right now. It's a vibrator cup that fits over my, shall we say, intimate region, and has a little probe up inside me. That's why I couldn't let you play 'wet check' in the car. I didn't want to spoil the surprise." Silence, while you picture this. "It's stuck on with super glue? ouch ouch ouch" "Nooooo. It has ribbons on the front and back that run up to a little elastic strap around my waist. You now hold the control. You can make it vibrate at the speed you choose, whenever you choose. Ready to order, dear?" "Um, not quite." Nice waiter. Given his impeccable timing, I suspect that he pauses outside the curtain to catch the conversational ebb and flow, rather than simply flinging back the curtain and interrupting. I do my usual and order two appetizers, and two salads. "I don't care in what order you bring them, just surprise me with one when you deliver whatever the normal eater is having." I prefer to save room for dessert. I'm relieved when the waiter doesn't try to argue me out of that by nattering on about the simply fabulous entrees. I don't want that much food tonight. First course: bzzzzzzzzz. "Uh, honey, you might want to give me a little warning, or check to make sure that I've swallowed, before you turn that on. Creating a medical emergency is not quite what I had in mind." "Sorry, babe, point taken. Just so you know, though, I've decided that I want you to cum with each course." What a quick study you are. I watch you, watching me, while you play with your new toy under the table. I can't see your hand, so there's no warning. I have no idea what I ate. All I see is your smile and your eyes. Watching me. Second course: Watching my nipples tighten under the velvet. Watching my eyes. Watching me very deliberately put down the silver, and grab the edge of the table. Watching me squirm. Watching me inhale sharply and then chew my lower lip, so that I won't cry out. I want to know what this is doing for you. I carefully draw one foot up onto the bench next to me, and undo the ankle strap of the first shoe, then the other. I slip my shoes off under the table and slide these soft, sexy feet between your legs. Mmmmmm... this is having the desired effect. You're so hard. Think I'll just tuck my stockinged feet on either side of your cock and wiggle my toes a little -- right there, beside your cockhead. Third course "Darling?" "Yes, dear?" "Are you cumming all over your new dress?" "No, actually. Thanks for asking. I skootched it up and I'm sitting with my bare bottom on the leather seat. It was cold at first, but it warmed up nicely, although it's quite damp now. Thank goodness for long tablecloths." "Good. It's time for you to cum again. This time, I will tell you exactly what I'm going to do, and when I'm going to do it. I want to watch you being the perfect lady on the outside, always using the right fork, while I drive you up and over the top." When I start to cum, my left foot drops away from your cock to the floor, to brace myself as I press forward onto the probe. You feel my right foot go stiff against your cock and then vibrate as the wave rushes through me. And another. This time, I can't hold it in and moan softly. Fourth course: You didn't know, and I wasn't sure, that I could undo the zipper on your slacks with my toes. Such clever little toes. Now we've leveled the playing field somewhat, although the score is still 3-0. Holding you between my feet, "walking" against you -- pressing one foot, then the other, rubbing them up and down along your length. I never thought to check -- your cock is about the same length as my feet. Who knew? Watching you inhale sharply now. Watching your white knuckles around the fnork (sorry, fork). I come even closer to the edge, watching you. You take in the sight of the velvet on my chest rising and falling with my breathing, glowing in the soft light. My breasts are outlined in the shimmering fabric, my tight nipples showing clearly. "Best gift ever, angel. You come up with great ones, but this is beyond belief. The ultimate remote control." This time, you turn it on low, a very gentle vibration. And leave it on. I think I'm eating salad, but who knows? The waiter knows, but I'm not going to call him back to ask. Gradually you increase the speed. I give up. I can't eat and experience this, too. Just let it go and ride those waves. I love watching your face while I cum -- seeing the pleasure it gives you -- seeing how much you love making me so happy. Dessert "No dessert, thanks. Just coffee. Regular for me, decaf for the lady." How nice, the waiter brings the coffee in silver pots. And leaves. "Babe, we've got a problem." "What's that?" "I can't possibly walk out of the restaurant like this." I check with my toes. You're right. This could be awkward. "Wait one. I have an idea. Carefully, I reach under my dress, and slide the elastic strap down over my hips. "I'm going to take my dinner napkin -- add something on the bill for that, will you?" Wrapping the sopping toy in the napkin, I place it in my bag. "Slide over into the end, honey. I'm going to take care of that problem." The table will shift just enough to give me the space I need. To slip onto your lap and guide you inside me. Mmmmmm... You're much bigger than the probe -- much more satisfying. Riding you gently, holding you tight inside, feeling your hands on the soft velvet. "Oh, dear, please excuse me. I neglected to ask whether you would like cream for your coffee. It appears you have that handled. Enjoy." The waiter got an exorbitant tip. Dinner Date A young woman stepped into the crowed restaurant. It was like any other chain family restaurant on a Saturday night. The waiting area was full of disgruntled patrons waiting for a table. It was cluttered mostly with families and dating couples and she had to push her way past many of them to get to the dinning area. When she finally broke free of the crowd, she scanned the room, vainly searching for him. "How many?" The slutty hostess asked her, smiling politely. The waitress was wearing a tight, plunge v-neck shirt. One quick look at her chest and it was easy to see why management had put her at the door to greet the incoming guests. At that moment, a commotion from a table of rambunctious teenagers caught her attention. When she looked over she spotted him. He was sitting nearby, but in a secluded corner booth near the back. She waved off the waitress and proceeded through the labyrinth of tables, bus boys, and waiters. When she finally got to his booth she quickly slid into the seat opposite him. He smiled seductively at her and their eyes locked. "Hi," it was all he said but that alone made her melt. She had seen pictures of him already, heard his voice, but it had been a long time since she had actually been with him. Pictures of his naked body and massive cock flashed into her mind as she remembered their late night exchanges of emails and phone calls. "Hi," she replied, trying to compose herself, pushing the mental images from her mind. "I'm glad you made it. I've wanted to see you for a long time." He said. A waiter approached their table asking for their drink order. They both ordered beer and the waiter left. He turned his gaze back on her. It felt like he was looking right through her. Already she could feel the moisture building in her panties. "So, how was your drive," He asked her politely. She knew he really didn't care and was only trying to make small talk. All they wanted to do was rip off each others clothes and fuck like wild animals right there on the table. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be just yet. "Fine," she replied, "no traffic or anything." "That's good," he said as she felt something touch her calf. She knew instantly that it was his leg. She rubbed him back and smiled. It was nice to have dinner with him and spend some time, but was this all they could do, flirt and play footsies under the table. She looked at the edge of the table and pondered the possibilities. There was a short tablecloth, and next to them was a partial wall and a small potted tree. Since they were in the back of the restaurant, there was no traffic, save for their own waiter. "I asked for this table specifically," He said watching her study the layout. "Not a bad choice," she responded and removed one of the strappy heel shoes she was wearing. She moved her naked foot up his pant leg, touching his bare ankle. She breathed heavily enjoying their first skin to skin touch. As she glanced over at him she noticed his eyes were closed, obviously enjoying it too. Just then their waiter wheeled around the wall presenting their beers. "Are we ready to order then?" He asked as he set the beers down in front of them. She quickly withdrew her foot. Neither one of them had even thought about looking at the menu yet. "Maybe a few more minutes," the waiter said as he noticed the menus folded at the end of the table, exactly where he had left them earlier. "Yes, please," her man instructed. The waiter left and they both turned to each other and chuckled. They picked up their respectively menus and began to look them over. She was only half-reading it though, and she returned her foot and moved it further up his leg. She heard him draw a deep breath at her touch, and figured that was permission to continue. When her foot reached his knee she found his pants would go no higher. She tickled his calf with her bare toes for a moment and then let his pant leg fall back to its place. Her foot however, continued moving higher until she was past his knee and pressing her toes into the inner part of his thigh. She looked at him over the menu and saw that he had his eyes closed again, enjoying the sensation. She pressed on, her foot extended almost completely out, until she was also able to put her heel into his thigh as well. Her foot was now flat against his leg, with her toes dangerously close to his groin. She could tell by how tightly drawn the crotch of his pants were, that he was already hard and erect. She then felt his hand grab the top of her foot. He stroked it slowly and delicately, tracing the outlines of her toes and each one of its small bones. He then picked it off his leg and began to massage her soles. She leaned back with a quiet moan, enjoying the deep foot rub she was getting. It was making her so relaxed, so aroused, and so wet. As she opened her eyes lazily she spotted their waiter over the partial wall that screened what was happening below their table from the rest of the restaurant. She withdrew her foot just as he turned the corner. "Are we all decided yet?" he asked. "Um, yes," her man spoke up, "I'll just take the, um, special burger." She could tell he hadn't been reading the menu either. His fumbling gave her some time to give it a quick scan. "And I'll just have the chicken Caesar salad please," she said. "Very good, I'll put this in right away," he said as he scribbled down their orders in his notebook, "is there anything else I can get you." "No, we are fine," her man said turning back to look at her with a smile. She returned it with a devilish one of her own. She scooted herself down in her seat allowing her to extend out her legs fully. She placed her foot back in his lap, but this time, pushed it up against his hard cock. The moment she touched it a tingle went through her pussy. It was rock hard and she could feel its warmth through his pants. She imagined it, all cramped in his jeans and how painful it must be. She rubbed his crotch with her feet, staring at his face the whole time. When he opened his eyes to look at her, she mouthed silently to him to take it out. He looked around nervously to confirm no one was watching, and then, in a few quick motions, he unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free. Using the large cloth napkins he covered it under the table as best he could. Anyone passing by wouldn't notice, or at least that's what he hoped. With his cock now free of its confines, she slipped off her other heel and brought both naked feet up to his groin. Tenderly she placed his member between her feet, hugging it. It felt like it was on fire, and she could feel it pulsing against her, begging to be milked. She decided to oblige. She spread her knees so that she could cup his cock with the bottoms of her feet. Her silky soles and soft arches slide easily along his length. Applying a little pressure she began to move her feet up and down his long shaft. When she reached the head of his prick, she could feel the wetness of his pre-cum and she smeared it around with her toes, lubricating her motions. She looked over at him and saw that he was breathing rapidly as his pleasure built. Watching him like this made her pussy cream and she moved a hand in-between her legs. Pulling her damp panties to the side she began to rub her slick clit. She bit her lower lip against the pleasure and squeezed his cock even tighter with her feet. She stroked him as fast as she could and could hear the occasional muffled groan coming from him. She could tell he was close and she drove her fingers deep into her own pussy as she watched him. He now had her feet in his hands and was squeezing them together, moving them up and down even faster. She let him take over. He was pressing her so hard against him that she could feel every individual vein and ripple on his huge dick. Then with a groan she felt him tense up. His cock swelled slightly and then his hips began to buck in uncontrollable spasms. She felt a warm liquid spray against the tops of her toes. As he continued to fuck her feet, it smeared all over her soles and arches as well. She could feel the sticky warmth being spread across the tops of her feet and in-between her delicate toes. Eventually he was spent and he released her. She continued to stroke him slowly, milking his semi-erect cock. Pearls of cum appeared at the tip with each squeeze and she collected them on her feet, which were now drenched in his cum. Large globs hung from the tops of her feet and dangled from her arches. When she wiggled her toes, she could feel web of sticky sperm between each one. She spied the waiter coming toward them again, this time with a tray of food. Quickly she sat up and dropped her feet to the floor with a wet squish. He reached down and with a napkin covered his cock as best he could. They both froze, hoping the waiter hadn't noticed anything. He didn't even look at them however. He quickly unloaded the food in front of them, asked them if they needed anything else, and turned and left. It was a busy night and one of the larger groups was monopolizing his time. When the waiter had left she looked back over at him. He was inspecting the mess she had made in his crotch and trying to tidy up with a paper napkin. "Don't worry about that just yet," she whispered seductively over at him, "I'm not done with you yet." He looked up at her, just as she dropped underneath the table and out of sight. The next thing he felt were her soft hands on his cock followed by her warm breath. He slid down in the seat to give her better access and she began to lick the cum off of him like a Popsicle. As she licked and teased him with her tongue he began to get hard again. Under the table, she was on her knees, her face in his crotch. With one hand she cupped his balls and rolled them gently between her fingers. With the other, she held his cock up. As she continued her cleaning, she could feel him getting hard in her hand. Diligently she continued licking and kissing every part of his glorious member, coaxing it to grow and become strong again. His cock was now polished, spotless, and again fully erect. She admired it for a moment, letting the head swell up purple and wanting as she blew on it teasingly. Holding him firmly at the base of his shaft, she took him into her mouth. She held him in her warm, wet mouth for a few minutes, swirling her tongue around the tip. She then positioned her tongue underneath it, pinning him to the roof of her mouth. Moving her face back and forth, she began the blowjob. His thighs twitched uncontrollably as she quickened her pace, and increased her depth. Each thrust took him a little bit deeper until eventually he was hitting the back of her throat. Relaxing the muscles in her neck, she swallowed him on the next thrust, plunging her face on top of him until her nose touched the base of his giant member. She held him there for a moment, her throat muscles spasming around him, until she couldn't take it anymore. She lifted off of his cock with a wet cough. She took a couple of quick breaths and then swallowed him down again. She repeated this over and over and it became easier each time. They had now moved from pleasant blowjob to a violent throat fuck. Each penetration drew out spit and saliva that ran down her chin and neck. Her eyes were watering causing her makeup to pool in dark black blotches. He grunted and she felt his hands dig into her hair at the back of her head. With one forceful motion he pushed her down on top of him. She felt his balls tighten and lift up as he unloaded his seed. She felt the steamy jets hit the back of her throat and she coughed, gagged, and clawed at his legs wildly, but he held her fast, forcing her to swallow it. She knew the gag reflex in her neck was only squeezing him tighter sending his orgasm even higher. When he had finished he released her and she pulled herself off of him coughing up sperm and saliva onto her chin and the ground. Although the ordeal was uncomfortable, she knew he loved it and held nothing against him. She slid back up to her seat and wiped the spooge off her face as best she could. Looking over at him he smiled and mouthed a silent thank you. "You owe me mister," she said sternly. "I know, I know," he replied smiling, "I will make it up to you when we get in the car." "I think it is time for us to go then," she said looking at herself in her compact mirror. Her hair was disheveled and her eye make-up was running down her cheeks. They hadn't touched their food but they both knew this encounter wasn't about eating. He zipped up his pants, a very noticeable wet stain covered his crotch and ran down part of his pant leg, and threw a couple of twenties on the table for the meal. She slipped on her heels easily, her feet still coated in his slippery cum. An audible squishing noise could be heard from her feet as she took a step and she looked down embarrassed. They both hurried out of the restaurant and into the parking lot toward his car. -- I hope you enjoyed this short story. Please send me some feedback on what you think. I'm no writer but I sure do like to fantasize. I appreciate all your comments and criticisms. Dinner Date "Logan," she said, "I am so excited about tonight. Where are you taking me for dinner?" Logan continued to smile at Hillary saying nothing. He moved his eyes up and down her body nodding slowly. He raised a finger and slowly twirled it in the air. Hillary took a trembling breath and spun in place causing her short skirt to flare to the top of her stockings. Again he raised his hand and motioned her to lean forward so that her dress revealed her cleavage. Her nipples grew even tighter in the caress of her silken bra that lifted her breasts in offering to her lover, now Master. Logan moved closer and gazed down at her blond hair spilling over her shoulders as she waited with bowed head and firmly grasping her chin he raised her up to look into her green eyes. "Do you have everything I asked you to prepare?" "Yes Logan, and I can't wait..." Logan swiftly turned her around and bent her over. Two hard spanks, one to each cheek echoed in the entryway. "What is my name, pet?" Hillary moaned in his firm embrace, "Master, sir." Logan spanked her several more times, Hillary squealing at each blow and then he released her and stepped back. "No!" he stated as Hillary started to stand up. "Stay bent over, show me your bottom." Hillary looked back through her bangs. "I'm sorry Master, what?" Logan narrowed his eyes, "A simple request pet. Show... me... your... bottom. Now!" Hillary was embarrassed but so incredibly turned on that her pussy was free flowing with her fluids and she could feel her panties already soaked. She reached back and grabbed the hem of her skirt and drew it up to her waist exposing her cheeks snugged tight on the sides. Logan could see faint pink marks from the previous smacks. He could also see the damp center of her sex encased in black silk. "Are you turned on pet?" Hillary could only nod. "And how many times did you come today?" Logan asked. "Twice sir." "Is that allowed? Who do you belong to?" Hillary swallowed, "I belong to you sir. I am sorry I came without your permission." Logan waited while Hillary's legs started to tremble with the strain of being bent over. Her thoughts were wild with anticipation, what would he do now. "Remove your panties," he said. This time she did not hesitate, but quickly lowered them to the floor and waited for his next command. "Pick them up and hand them to me," he ordered. Logan received her sodden silk and turned them inside out and then walked over to and grabbed a chair. Sitting down he said to her, "Come here and stand next to me." Hillary obeyed and looked down at the floor. "You must be punished before we go out to dinner. I want you to have a nice red bottom to sit on tonight. Open your mouth." Logan pressed her panties onto her tongue and rubbed. "Close your mouth and suck them while I spank you." He grasped her waist and bent her over his knee, then raised her dress baring her pristine flesh. Raising his hand he brought it down with force on her bottom. Smack, smack, the spanks rang out with sharp crisp sounds. Hillary was even more aroused as she writhed on his lap. The tart and sweet taste of her pussy was filling her mouth as she sucked the silk frantically while the pain radiating from her sore bottom was going directly to her clit that was aching with need. All too soon Logan stopped after delivering nearly 100 hard spanks that had turned her bottom a lovely shade of pink. Logan raised her up and lowered her dress. Reaching up he caressed her ruby lips and removed the panties from her mouth. "Now we are ready to go out to dinner." Offering his arm to her, "Shall we?" Hillary nodded and they walked out the door the cool night air wafting up her legs and fanning her overheated and throbbing bare pussy. It was going to be a long night. She couldn't wait. Dinner Date She entered the restaurant and checked her coat. As she held onto her purse she brushed the long red dress flat against her body, smoothing out the few creases. The Maitre d' approached her as she walked towards the main dining area. "Hello there, I'm meeting a friend here for dinner, an Englishman..." she said. The smartly dressed man behind the podium held his hand up to interrupt her. "Mister Pendleton is waiting for you Miss Howell." He said. "If you'd like to follow me." He guided her through the restaurant. As she followed him she noticed several heads turn and watch her movement through the guests. She bowed her head slightly, hoping to remain unnoticed. They arrived at a table in the centre of the room, directly beneath an ornate chandelier. As they approached, the man sitting at the table stood. She looked at him – his face was clean-shaven with short hair to match. His physique was nothing remarkable – a solid six feet tall and a pleasant demeanour that had baffled her initially. However, despite his exterior she knew that there was something beyond that. "Tessa, so glad you could make it." He said as she reached the table. They embraced and he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'm glad I could make it too William." She said as the Maitre d' pulled out a chair for her. She sat down, placing her purse at the side of the chair. "Henry, can we get a bottle of wine please?" Will said. The Maitre d' nodded politely. "Anything in particular Mister Pendleton?" he asked. Will waved him away. "No, I'll leave the choice to you my friend – your taste in wine has never failed me yet." "Very good sir." As he departed, the Maitre d' clicked his fingers. Two junior staff members brought across menus to the table, handing one to each of the guests. "So, how was your day?" Will asked. Tessa shrugged. "Oh, you know – the same old thing." She replied. "The life of a venture capitalist is just one long thrill ride of mergers and acquisitions." "Never a truer word spoken," Will said as he opened up his menu. "Now, let's order." The food was delicious, she thought as the plates were taken away from the table. Will leaned back in his seat slightly, adjusting his tie. As they sat in silence for a moment the Maitre d' came across to the table. "Excuse me sir, but you have a telephone call." He said. Will stood up. "Why thank you Henry, although who would be ringing me here?" he asked in an almost absent minded tone. Tessa watched as Will followed Henry across the other side of the restaurant. The telephone call was her cue to act. She reached down into her purse and removed a small capsule. She reached across to Will's glass and broke the contents into it. The drug was designed to simulate a massive heart attack in the victim within seconds of ingestion. It was completely untraceable to current forensics tests. She swirled the glass around to hide the powdery substance and discarded the gelatine capsule under the table. Will returned. He sat back down with a slightly perturbed expression on his face. Tessa suddenly changed her evaluation – it was more like disappointment than anything else, like a child opening his Christmas present to find it wasn't what they were expecting. "Are you okay?" she asked. Will nodded. "Yes," he replied. "It was strange, but there wasn't anyone on the other end of the phone." He picked up the wine glass. "Okay, what do you say to getting out of here?" He brought the glass to his lips and emptied its contents down his throat. Tessa's gaze remained fixed on the glass as he tilted it, draining every last drop from it. "That sounds like a good idea." She replied, awaiting the inevitable reaction. Will put the glass back down on the table, then felt something in his chest. He began to cough. "Will, are you okay?" Tessa asked. He continued to cough and began to pound his chest. He held his hand up, nodded and looked at her with watery eyes. The coughing continued for a few seconds, forcing to double over slightly before he sat upright again. Will cleared his throat and patted himself on the chest a few more times before feeling the coughing sensation subside. The commotion had drawn attention to the central table – so much that Henry came across checking on them. "Do you need medical assistance Mister Pendleton?" Henry asked. Tessa began to feel nervous. "No, I'm okay thanks Henry," Will said as he shook his head and stood up. "I think I just had a bit of indigestion – probably ate the steak too quickly. We'll be leaving in a minute Henry, so if you could get Miss Howell's coat for me I'd be extremely grateful." "Of course sir." Henry nodded, happy that his guest was not unduly troubled. The apartment building on West Fifth Avenue was a traditional New York art deco design. The reception area was a grand sweeping affair with a large desk at one end and a series of elevators and staircases at the other. Will swiped the door with his key card and opened the glass barrier to allow Tessa inside. They walked in silence towards the furthest elevator. "Mister Pendleton," the voice came from the concierge desk. Will stopped and turned towards it. "There's a package waiting for you outside your suite." "Thank you." Will said and resumed his passage towards the elevators. He looked across to Tessa. "You seem quiet? Are you alright?" "Oh, yes," she replied through a forced smile. "It's just been a busy day." Will nodded as the elevator pinged and the brushed steel doors opened. "Ah yes, acquisitions and mergers." He muttered. The elevator doors closed after they got in. Will thumbed a knob on the control panel – moments later they ascended. In the space of forty five seconds the elevator had reached it's destination – the penthouse. Pausing only to pick up the package outside his door, Will escorted Tessa inside. "I...I just need to check in with the office." Tessa's tone was slightly flustered. Will looked at her and nodded. "You can get a better signal on the terrace." He gestured towards the glass double doors at the end of the main living space. "I'm just going to get us a drink." Tessa nodded and made her way out to the rooftop. The fresh night air filled her lungs as she pressed a series of keys on the cell phone from her purse. The call was picked up at the other end. "The drug failed." She said bluntly. "What?" the response was equally abrupt. "Nothing – it just gave him a small coughing fit for a minute." She continued. "Okay – move to option beta." The call ended as the sound of the doors opening greeted her ears. She returned the phone to her purse as Will handed her a small glass with a clear liquid in it. "Vodka for you my dear," he said. "Whereas I'm sticking to my whiskey – something about that wine disagreed with my stomach terribly." Will studied her as she took a sip from the glass. He then looked out into the night. "It's amazing really – when you look at them." He mused. Tessa looked at him, then followed his gaze down across the city. "They're like ants from up here, scurrying about their lives without a care in the world." "It's a beautiful night." Tessa said, looking up at the stars. Will nodded. "Indeed it is." Will said as he joined in her appreciation of them. "The stars are almost right..." "Right? Right for what?" Tessa asked. Will waved the question away. "Oh, nothing, just the absent minded musings of a dreamer." He replied. "What was your package?" Tessa changed the subject. "Just something a friend had sent me – some tribal mask he found in Kenya a week ago." Will said. "So, I propose a toast – to us and the future." Tessa held up her glass and smiled. She knocked back the vodka and then reached into her purse. The first bullet slammed into William's chest, tearing through the flesh and bone before ripping apart the organs beneath. The second bullet crashed through his skull and ejected a good deal of brain matter from the exit wound. His body fell backwards to the floor as Tessa returned the snub-nosed pistol to her purse. She stepped across the body and placed two fingers against William's cooling neck to confirm the absence of a pulse. Tessa went back inside the apartment. She paused for a moment as she plucked her cell phone out of her purse. As she dialled she scanned the room for the package Will had received. She saw it as the call was connected. "It's done." She said. "Confirmed?" "Yes – target was eliminated. Tell Hendricks that I've not been able to confirm what happened to the previous agents but I've got a package that was delivered to him today which may help." "Okay – retrieval in an hour at Penn Station." Tessa put the phone away and picked up the brown box that sat on the table. Inside was a grotesque looking mask that seemed to resemble an effigy of a human face. Except, this face had what looked like a third eye in the forehead and strange tendril like protrusions where there would normally be hair. Tessa looked at it for a moment and felt a cold shudder down her spine. "Clumsy." The voice behind her made Tessa spin around. Her mind raced for a minute as she tried to understand the sight before her. Logical assumptions flew through her mind and rationalisations buzzed around her head, yet she was presented with the same inescapable truth. Standing in front of her, with a hole in his chest and another in his forehead, was William Pendleton. Her mouth opened, only no words came out. "The gun – it was clumsy." Will said again. "Although not as clumsy as the drug in the restaurant." As she looked at him the bullet holes in his body began to shrink and contract. In a few seconds they were gone, leaving no trace except for the hole in his jacket and shirt. "That was like something out of amateur hour. Now, I'm, all for originality – for example, Cleopatra used Egyptian Asp venom in her final gambit, and if you'd used a Mi-Go electric gun or maybe the Blade of Cykranosh then that might have been different..."" Again, she reacted instinctively and pulled the .38 pistol from her purse. Her finger squeezed the trigger. The bullets flew across the confined space of the apartment and found their target. Each of them tore a hole in Will's torso – however this time he simply stood there. "Really, I mean, come on." He said. "Shooting me? It didn't work the first time so what makes you think it will work second time around? What is it with you people and guns? And I really liked this jacket." Will coughed, bringing his hand up to his mouth in the process. As he drew his clenched fist away from his face he opened it to reveal the four bullets that had been buried inside his body. Tessa's mind shut down – none of this made sense to her. As it swirled to understand what was happening Will took a few steps towards her. She scampered away from him, bumping into the fireplace in the process. The clattering sound of metal hitting the floor made her look around – and upon seeing the poker she picked it up. Will studied the bullets before he dropped them onto the floor. He looked up just in time to see the poker arcing downward towards the side of his head. The force of the impact made him step back slightly – the second blow struck the other side of his head. Blood splattered up the wall to his left. This time he stood his ground as Tessa pulled the poker back and thrust it into his chest. "Okay, this has gone far enough." Will said as Tessa tried to pull the poker free from his body. Will looked at Tessa and held her gaze for a second. She saw something dark flash out in the corner of her eye before she was violently thrown across the room. Her body slammed into wall across from them and stayed there. Her shoes fell to the floor and clattered against the wooden flooring. She struggled to move, only to find her mass held fast around four feet from the floor by some sort of semi-viscous black goo that flowed across her body. "Don't bother trying to move." He said as he stepped across the room towards her. Tessa could see that the substance holding her in place extended from William's body, growing from the back of him. The poker remained buried in his chest as he stood and studied her. "They didn't tell you anything about me did they?" Will's question was met with a blank gaze, a mixture of fear and incomprehension. "Okay, just calm down for a minute and I'll run through what I think is going on. Then you can fill in the blanks...if your primitive mind can do that." He turned and the black protuberance detached itself from him, holding her against the wall like some bizarre form of malevolent play dough. Will walked away and poured himself another glass of whiskey before returning to sit down in front of his impromptu wall decoration. "So, they tell you to get close to me, find out what you can and then dispose of me in such a way as can be written off as some natural sequence of events, right?" Will stared at her. A section of the oppressive black mass pushed up against the side of her head. She was surprised at how warm it felt against her skin. Tessa then felt something creeping around her skull, almost like someone was inside it with her. "Only, you couldn't find anything on me...and they ordered you to eliminate me anyway, saying I was a threat to National Security..." the conversation between Tessa and her superiors flashed through her mind. "Oh yes...yes, yes, yes..." "Wh...wha...w...?" The half-formed words fell from Tessa's mouth. "Oh, the tool speaks." Will taunted her. "Was that going to be who am I or what am I?" he took another drink before continuing. "Well, the who is easy – I'm William Harrison Pendleton – exactly as it says on the tin. The what is slightly more complex," he paused again. "But I'll try to make it easy for you to understand." "I am the living embodiment of the Messenger of the Outer Gods. I am the Haunter of the Dark, the Black Pharaoh Nephren Ka, the Great Ahtu and many, many more things to a myriad of cultures upon this globe." He said as he stood up and wrenched the poker from his chest. The blood dropped onto the carpet. Will looked at it for a moment and shook his head. "That's going to be a bitch to clean." He returned his attention to Tessa. "Do you know how many times your organisation alone has tried to kill me?" There was silence from Tessa as something within her held back from spilling the information she held within her mind. "Oh don't act all coy with me," the tone in Will's voice was subtle, but Tessa picked up on the venom within his words. "Because you can either tell me or I'll just tear it from that apelike brain of yours." "Four." The word blurted out from Tessa's lips. "That you know of." Will countered. "There have been eleven attempts on my life that I can recall by Delta Green." He took another sip from the glass of whiskey. "That's not counting that bombing in Boston a year ago that you covered up as an act of terrorism." He paused for a moment. "Tell me Tessa, why do you think I'm a threat?" "I...I..." the words struggled to form in her head. "I don't know." Her head slumped, defeat now ever present in her thoughts. "No, you don't do you. You have absolutely no clue." Will said as he took a final drink from his glass. He smiled at her – she thought that it seemed to be an almost sympathetic expression. "You just go where they tell you and kill who they want you to, without question." He shook his head. "Now, what do I do with you?" As the words tumbled from his mouth there was a faint humming sound that filled the air. Tessa could feel the difference in pressure inside her ears as she hung from the wall. The fireplace began to dissolve and was replaced by a wall of shimmering light. As she strained her eyes to see it clearly, two figures stepped from within. The first was that of a woman; tall, lean and with long tresses of black hair cascading down her back. The second was a man, shrouded in a grubby looking robe. The light in the room reflected softly from his baldhead as he held within his hands a large ruby red shining trapezoid. Watching them enter Tessa felt pure fear in her stomach as she viewed the woman. The fireplace returned to normal and the object in the man's hands ceases to glow. "I see you have company." The unidentified woman said. Will nodded. "I wasn't expecting you this early my dear," Will replied. "However, it's fortuitous that you're here now." "She is another would-be assassin." The man took his turn to speak. Will nodded. "Indeed," he said. "However, I'm forgetting my manners." Will addressed Tessa. "Tessa Howell, this is Lillith," he indicated to the woman, whose eyes blazed with hatred towards the suspended operative. "And this is Tawil – otherwise known as the Gate and the Key. Lillith, Tawil – this is Tessa Howell, member of Delta Green and from what I can gather from a cursory examination of her surface memories, something of a specialist in "wet work" as they call it." "A specialist," Lillith mused as she stepped forward to look at Tessa more closely. "And yet, here she is trapped like an insignificant insect." The device that Tawil held in his hands began to glow once more. "What shall we do with this one?" Tawil asked. Will shrugged his shoulders, stood up and approached Tessa. He looked into her eyes. "She believes that we're about to kill her," he said. "However I haven't got the same casual attitude towards murder that she has." Will paused for a moment. "But, I have a message for your superiors – it's really simple so you should be able to remember it. Leave. Me. Alone. Otherwise I might decide that it's time to bring forward my plans for this miserable little mud ball and it's inhabitants. Then you'll see a war to end all time." Will then hurled images of desolate, lifeless plains into Tessa's head as he allowed her body to fall to the floor. "Tell them this is what awaits them if they continue to try and oppose me at this point." As she lay crumpled on the floor he looked at Tawil. "Drop her somewhere cold and remote – and I don't mean Pluto this time." Tawil nodded as the trapezoid glowed more intently. The air hit Tessa's lungs like a sledgehammer at the same time as her exposed skin felt the ice against it. Her eyes shot open – everything around her was white. The sun blazed down on her but offered no warmth. As she struggled to get to her feet she heard something grumbling behind her. Turning slowly, she saw the adult Polar Bear some twenty feet away from her advancing deliberately in her direction. As she backed up she suddenly realised that her shoes were on her feet once more. "The Blade of Cykranosh?" Tawil muttered as he opened the refrigerator door. "You know that doesn't exist don't you?" "Exactly." Will replied with a smile on his face. "If she manages to survive and get back to civilisation she'll tell her employers about it. In turn, they will devote resources to locate this mythical weapon. That will distract them long enough for me to locate the other angles of dissolution." "And then it begins?" Lillith asked. "Yes," Will said as he turned and looked out of the window again, bathing in the beauty of the stars above them. "Then the end will begin." Dinner Date One Friday after work, Bud joined a younger couple who were pretty good friends of his at a local pub to enjoy a few brews and catch up on what he and they had all been doing. He was approaching the half-way point in his fifties while his friends were respectively just past forty (him), and Julie, she was in her late twenties. Hermano was a sculptor and Julie mainly took care of their home, gardened and was working on a few college courses as a part time student. Julie looked like the reincarnation of Ingrid Bergman. She was as tall as Bud, with beautiful blonde hair down to her waist, perfectly shaped long legs that seemed to reach from the ground she was standing on to the sky. Bud had known Julie since she had been fifteen, and though the thought had crossed his mind, any male would have to be dead or a strict homosexual to not see her and not at least think of sex, he hadn't really considered trying to be with her. Because she was so young when he first met her, though already fully developed right up to the perfectly modestly large breasts that were as perky with no signs of the slightest sag, she had always remained a child in his mind. Thus, though they rapidly became tight friends, somehow they had just seemed to connect, Bud merely was an outside observer, and occasional advisor to Julie as she grew into an adult, and experienced the normal sometimes happy and sometimes troubled relationships with the men lucky enough to become involved, even if ever so briefly, in her life. Bud had been the classic father, or wise uncle figure in her life ever since she was fifteen, till now as she was approaching her landmark thirtieth birthday. Hermano was a ruggedly handsome Latino of Cuban descent and though he was slightly shorter than both Julie and Bud, his muscular stocky build made up for any inches he lacked in the height department. After a few years of brief relationships with a reasonable number of men, Julie more or less settled down when she and Hermano met and became an item. They had been together for almost five mostly happy years by the time this story took place and for all practical purposes were a married couple, lacking only the paperwork. Hermano was totally in love with Julie and his love was returned by her. However if Julie had learned anything prior to meeting Hermano, it was that she LOVED sex. Julie loved all kinds of sex, and of course had her pick of sexual partners both male and female. Since they had gotten together, Julie's promiscuous tendencies had almost, but not entirely, gone into remission. The increasingly rare occasions when Julie "cheated" on Hermano were the cause of the rare times trouble reared its head in their otherwise perfect paradise. Hermano didn't get too upset when he was cuckolded by a woman (or two) who were as likely, if not more so, to hit on Julie as any man with a functioning hormone in his body. When you get right down to it, everything about Julie, her beauty, her sweet nature and her ravenous sexuality that could be felt by people a block away who never had and never would even see her naked, much less touch her. Bud imagined like most men, Hermano's only complaint then was that he hadn't been invited to participate, or at least get to watch. He thought this was because her lesbian adventures were usually, if not always, with dyed in the wool full time lesbians, who were as likely to hit on her as almost everyman in town and some passing through. The idea of having a man around gawking or 'eek' getting his dick involved in the proceedings was a non-starter with these women. Looking back, maybe this aspect of her sexuality contributed to Bud's own relationship with her. She never seemed to have any desire to try to convert some straight wife or girlfriend to the Sapphic way of life, but gay women tended to hustle her as hard as men. Years before she had first discovered that women too wanted to get naked and crazy with her and it took her no time to realize she was attracted to them back. She like anyone, male or female, growing into their sexuality, found this difficult to resolve in her own mind, especially as she had grown up in a extremely red-neck region where most folks considered anyone involved in 'exotic' sexual practices, pretty much anything beyond yer basic missionary man on top stuff with the lights off, should be rounded up and be locked up or shot. Indeed looking back, it was her confusion with bi-sexuality that probably helped her friendship with Bud grow even closer, because she was so comfortable with "Uncle Bud" and couldn't go to any of her red-neck parents or relatives who would most likely set up an exorcism or at least somehow have tried to beat this devil of the love forbidden out this most beautiful creation of their genetic line that mostly produced spawn that could have served as the subject matter of a documentary version of "Deliverance." So when she came to "Uncle Bud" to help her with her newly discovered gender identity crisis, he knew it would be a great help if he told her right out front that he also was attracted to both sexes and had also been tortured for years, wondering if he was gay, and if he was, was that okay. He had eventually come to realize that he wasn't gay because he liked women too much, including having sex with them, and they seem to like him too. On the other hand, he couldn't be a doctrinaire heterosexual or Straigt8. because he liked cock way to much and had learned first hand that assholes feel and taste just as good on both men and women - Bud simply put his arm around her shoulder more in a fatherly than sexual way then and told her, "Sweetheart, the first thing you gotta do is relax and trust me for a minute or two, cause I think I really understand how you feel and hopefully can help you work it through much faster than the time it took me to finally deal with it." "What do you mean Bud, the time it took you?" "Well Julie, you probably have no idea, that I had what I imagine was very similar mental and emotional turmoil in my younger days. In my own case, I think it all started in earnest when I read "A Season in Hell" by Arthur Rimbaud. It is true there was a boy school mate in elementary school that I had feelings toward, though I only realized years later that they were probably sexual somehow and my family moved clear across the country from when he and I were in about fifth grade, and I spent the first few months out west really missing him. Myself and my family didn't move to get us apart, nothing ever happened between us except for playing baseball, riding our bikes and raiding all the fruit trees and berry bushes in the neighbourhood every summer. Once we were 2000 miles away for months I was haunted by idealized memories of him and constantly dreaming up scenarios where I would get to see him again." "I finally realized that no, I'm not gay, but then I'm not straight either because as much as I like, and I do like, women, I may also enjoy cock as much or more than many of the women in this town or anywhere. My first response to these urges was to double down on my pursuit and capture of women and then even starting a family, but then occasionally the urges toward men and cock would win out and I would enjoy being with a man, and then feel guilty for some time afterward, sort of a post-coital dip, magnified. As time went by I became gradually more comfortable, to the point where I now think bi-sexuality is really natural, and would be the default orientation if it wasn't for all the religious crap laid on us, from a time when perhaps reproduction was more important to the survival of our species. Today it is one of the threats to our continued existence. Now I acknowledge to friends, but don't flaunt the fact that I am bi-sexual, and I have to admit it took me many years to get as comfortable with that as I am today." Once Bud got disclosure out of the way he said, "Julie, relax, for starters for a beautiful woman like you it should hardly be an issue because, frankly, even the straightest men rarely have a problem with same sex action, if it is between two women, though they do resent those women who have absolutely no interest in their cock anymore. A pair of beautiful lesbians getting it on is not only rarely a problem, but a fantasy they cherish, especially if the heat of their passion (with him in the room) leads to both of them using his cock as a sex toy. The majority of men not only tolerate it, but would think they had died and gone to heaven if their wife or girlfriend brings her girlfriend home to share with him. I hope I haven't bored you readers with all this background, but I felt it was necessary to help if you understand who everybody was, before I tell you what happened that night. After a few drinks together Hermano said, "Hey Bud, Julie made a wicked stew that is up at the house simmering in the slow cooker, would you like to grab some beers and come up to the house for dinner? We could whip up some biscuits and a salad and listen to some music or watch a video." Bud said, "Well Hell, I've been working since seven this morning and my only other option is to go home and hope I have something in the fridge that I can throw together, so count me in." So they went up to Julie and Hermano's house and continued the evening with some good eats, and a bottle of wine and more beer. Later on though, things took a turn for the worse as suddenly Hermano became increasingly angry about some previous indiscretion of Julie's and his love turned into possessiveness which led to increasingly ugly verbal abuse of Julie and finally exploded into outright physical abuse as he slapped her around a bit and then pushed her into the corner of a counter which really bruised her lower back and she slid down the cupboard and laid there in pain on the kitchen floor. All of a sudden, Bud didn't really want to be there, but at the same time, he didn't want to leave and leave Julie in a situation where she could be even more seriously injured. Bud had already tried to pull him away from and off of her a few times, and it didn't seem likely that he was likely to quit unless he somehow magically passed out. So, feeling kinda weird, because it was his house, with Julie in full accord, Bud told Hermano that he just had to leave, or they would have to call the police to come and remove him to prevent Julie from getting more seriously hurt. After a bit of pushing and shoving between Hermano and Bud, they finally managed to get him out the door, without having to get any law enforcement types involved and Julie and Bud sat down and basically heaved a sigh of relief and tried to catch their breath. Julie was feeling sore from being slapped around and being pushed into the sharp corner of the kitchen counter and asked Bud if he would mind if she went and soaked in the bathtub for a while to hopefully mitigate the soreness in her back and elsewhere, and he said go ahead. Bud sat on the couch and fired up the television and flipped around the channels while drinking a couple more beers, which led to a need to have a piss. Their house had only the bathroom where Julie was soaking in the tub to relieve her soreness so he politely knocked on the door and asked if he could come in to use the toilet, just to have a piss. Julie replied, "come on in, I'll just close the shower curtain around the tub so we'll both have some privacy. " So he walked in, past the tub containing Julie's beautiful body, which he had never seen naked, but had seen enough of in a bikini to realize he would enjoy seeing it. After all the beer Bud had had this evening, when he unzipped his fly and let his piss fly, the sound of his piss hitting the water in the toilet bowl was like a miniature fire hose. Shortly after the piss started flowing Julie stuck her beautiful face though the shower curtain and ordered Bud to STOP, so as a guest in her home, and being the polite kind of guy, he squeezed his cock and stopped the flow, even though there was still a large amount of piss swelling his bladder anxious to escape. Once he had staunched the flow Julie said "come here Bud" and while he was standing there squeezing his cock to hold his piss back with a puzzled look on his face, she slid the shower curtain back, rose to her knees in the bath and in a commanding tone of voice pointed to the bathroom floor next to where she was kneeling in the tub said "right here, right now. Still confused, he meekly went over and, still squeezing his cock to hold back his piss, stood before her. She then started licking the tip of his cock and ordered him to stick it in her mouth. So still squeezing the base of his cock, he allowed her to wrap her lips around the head and then watched as she slid her lips down the length of his member until they were up against his fingers that were holding his bladder's contents in. Julie then moved back far enough to mumble, "okay - go ahead and finish pissing now, here – in my mouth, please", which took Bud by surprise, but he did have to go, and Bud had to admit, she was the finest looking urinal he would ever be privileged to use. Then she pulled Bud's hand away, that was holding back the flow, and slid her lips up to the base of his cock, which was still soft and small enough for her to easily accommodate without any gagging, though it was starting to grow bigger. It didn't take long till Bud was able to relax enough to release the floodgates and send a powerful stream of piss virtually straight down her throat. His hot piss came so fast and furious that soon some started dribbling out of the corners of her mouth and running down her beautiful body into the bathwater. "Whew," said Bud when his bladder was empty and she, still on her knees in the bathtub that had somehow been instantly turned into the fanciest toilet on the planet ran both of hers hands through her lovely waist long blond hair to get it out of her face. Bud certainly couldn't think of her as the lovely young 15 year old "child" that she had somehow managed to remain in his mind anymore. "Jeepers Julie" said this former foster father/uncle figure, "that was really a surprise, but I guess you've really grown up. I mean, that is really kinda kinky!" Julie said, "you ain't seen nothing yet, why don't you take off your clothes and step into the water, sit on the rim of the tub and let me give you a first class blow job, and since I know you have had a cock or two in your mouth over the years, we can compare notes after I do you." Now being an adherent of the philosophy of Zorba the Greek, who said something like "one of the greatest sins a man can commit is when a woman invites you into her bed, to refuse," Bud immediately stripped down, barely taking the time to deal with things like buttons or zippers and stepped into the water and sat on the rim of the tub and gazed at this facsimile of Ingrid Bergman who had already taken what seemed like a gallon of his hot beer fueled piss down her throat and now wanted to suck as much cum out of his dick as possible. What was there not to like about where he was sitting? She then commenced to lick the inside of his thighs, and work her way to his ball sack and put first one and then both of his balls in her mouth, for starters. It didn't take Bud long to figure out Julie must have done this before - I mean, suck a cock. She also proved that she could easily swallow his whole eight and a half fat inches as she rammed her lips against his pubic bone and then withdrew to the tip and occasionally even far enough to let it fall out of her mouth so she could gaze up at him and smile. Now Bud was no certified expert, but he had received enough blow jobs from both men and women, not to mention performed blow jobs himself on many men with many happy endings to be able to assert that Julie had learned and practiced enough to be in the elite class of cocksuckers. She obviously wasn't into just making him come and getting it over with - as she would pull back just before he was ready to explode, to smile at him and lick his balls or even come up and bite his nipples. Obviously she could feel in her mouth and with her hand often on his balls when he was ready to come and would retreat until his impending climax would subside so she could suck his cock longer. She seemed to be as tuned in to his impending climax as he was himself. Definitely a woman who enjoyed performing fellatio as much as the lucky recipient of her ministrations Finally, after at least a half hour, if not more, though as they say, "time flies when you're having fun," which Bud definitely was, she decided it was time to let all the cum she had been helping to build up wherever cum is stored prior to ejaculation explode into her mouth. This time, instead of pulling back when she felt the telltale tremors of his dick in her mouth, signaling the impending deluge she merely pulled back far enough so that the onslaught of cum would arrive in her mouth, rather than deep in her throat where the head of his dick had so recently been so that she could enjoy the taste of the bounty he squirted into her mouth in great quantity. She tried to hog and savour every drop of the cum she so richly deserved but Bud shot so much so hard that some it dribbled out of the corners or her mouth just like his piss had done earlier. Julie then took her mouth off his happy cock and gave him the most beautiful smile imaginable and then after swirling his cum around for a while and showing him how full of his seed was her mouth swallowed every drop with a big gulp. Things were pretty quiet for a few moments, as both of them were somewhat exhausted, though she had been doing all the work for the better part of an hour. Bud was basking in a space that satisfaction is too weak of a word to describe and she too was still on her knees in the bathwater that now contained some of his piss and cum smiling at him like the cat that had just eaten the canary. Amazingly, she seemed to catch her breath before he did and said "I hope you aren't going home now, Bud." He said, "Wow honey, I certainly didn't expect any of what just happened." She replied "I wanted to thank you for your help with Hermano, he has been violent with me before, but never when anyone else was around, and never quite so brutally. Besides I was horny and to tell the truth I've had a crush on you ever since I was so young you would have been sent to jail for touching me. So, will you stay with me tonight just in case Hermano comes back, and I also would like to now make love with you, cuz after using my mouth on you I'm even hornier. I'd probably have to go out and find a cock, any cock, if you won't stay......... Bud, considering he thought she had already made love to him by letting him use her mouth as a urinal and then using her lips and tongue for so long with such gusto and gleefully swallowing one the biggest ejaculations of his lifetime, for a moment was almost confused by her invitation. But Bud's inner Zorba kicked in and he said sure, so they went to living room to grab their smokes and then a bottle of wine from the kitchen and then crawled under the covers of the king size bed in their bedroom and began a night long exercise in making love every which way imaginable. Julie sucked his toes, sucked his cock some more and drove her tongue, fresh from his ass down his throat. He too licked her beautiful body all over and inserted both his tongue and his amazingly resilient cock into every orifice she had that would accommodate either. By the time he had deposited gradually diminishing loads of cum in first her ass, then her mouth again, then into her cunt, and once again in her ass for good measure the sun had come up. They giggled, cuddled and chatted briefly between sexual exercises and with sunlight streaming through the bedroom window, they finally fell asleep, she with her lips wrapped around his well worked soft cock and her legs wrapped around his as she rubbed her nipples on his thigh and her well used vagina on one of Bud's feet. Dinner Date When they woke up that afternoon, wrapped in each others arms, they just instinctively made love once again, and though his dick was pretty tired from a really very good nights work, it didn't take long though as he watched this beautiful creature on her knees between his legs as he lay there on his back and felt her nipples caress his thighs as the mouth on her beautiful face, partially hidden by the cascade of her lovely long blond hair rather promptly resuscitated his well worn cock to life for one more conventional morning fuck, in the afternoon in this case. I almost forgot to mention here that like most men, when Bud awoke his first instinct, and need, was to go to the bathroom and relieve his bladder of the piss that had built up while he had slept. As Bud started to get up to go to the bathroom, Julie sleepily asked him where he was going and when he told her she said "please Bud, don't leave me here alone yet. If you can slow the flow down just a bit to spare the sheets, I can, and really would like to take care of that for you before we make love again, cause I know you'll have to go home soon and want to have as much of your sperm and piss in me as possible to remind me of this evening that started so chaotic, but wound up fulfilling a fantasy I've had about you for years, please! Bud figured who was he to deny this girl/woman such a request? So he laid back and watched this beautiful vision of a lady wrap her lips tightly around his penis and gently nod to tell him to go ahead. This time, partly because he did try to slow his flow she managed to swallow almost every drop of his first piss of the day, and what little escaped wound up on his belly from where she dutifully licked it up before then using her mouth to coax his well used cock into an awesome state of erection that she then climbed onto to begin their morning fuck. Bud just laid there with an incredible sense of gratitude for being so fortunate as to be who and where he was as she did all the work and eventually coaxed one more (small for sure) load of cum into her cunt. Obviously Bud didn't want to go anywhere and leave this paradise that had appeared overnight and encompassed him, but real life called and he did have to go home and then deal with some real life stuff. As he was lacing up his shoes he asked Julie if she would be alright, and told her that if she was worried about being alone when Hermano was likely to return she could come home with him, but she said "naw, he'll be all contrite and lovey dovey as usual when he gets up the next day after one of these incidents. Usually we live as lovebirds and then he loses it every now and then, though he was more violent last night than usual. I figure he'll be even more apologetic than usual and probably show up with flowers and champagne and try to please me any way he can to get me to forgive him for last night. He doesn't know it yet, but when he does come back, which I'm sure he will, I'm gonna demand some serious payback for the way he hurt me last night, though I often was able to forget it during the night as we were making love, my back still hurts from him pushing me against the counter and if he wants me to forgive him, he'll have to do what I say." She wouldn't tell Bud just what she was gonna make him do, so after a heartfelt round of kisses and hugs, Bud left the scene where he had been subjected to so much pleasure and headed back to the humdrum existence at his own apartment. It wouldn't be long though until he found out what Julie's terms of forgiveness were gonna be and that he would be part of them. Late two nights later Bud was almost asleep in his own bed, with visions of the hours with Julie still rattling around his brain. He heard an increasingly insistent knock on the door to his apartment. So as he always slept in the nude he somewhat reluctantly got up, wrapped a robe around himself and went to the door, puzzled as to who would be there at this time of night. "Who's there?" Bud asked and then he heard a voice say "It's Hermano, can I come in?" "Not likely" Bud replied, thinking he had come to kill him or at least try to beat the shit out of him for kicking him out of his own house and filling his lover with piss and cum for hours. "I'm not mad Bud I just came over to apologize for my behaviour the other night and I even brought a six pack of your favourite beer as a token of my regret, we need to talk" Wondering whether or not he was doing the right thing, Bud nervously opened the door and let him in. They sat down on the couch and each cracked a beer before he said, "Julie told me I had to come over and apologize to you, and unless I did she would move out and leave me, maybe even come and live with you if you would let her." "Okay Hermano, I accept your apology, but I have to tell you that you have to try and stop abusing her that way if you really love her as you say." Then he said, "Thanks Bud, but that's not all of it, and the next part is kinda difficult for me to even say, but here goes, she told me I had to come over here, bring you some beer and GIVE YOU A BLOW JOB!" You could colour Bud gob smacked, as he had never considered Hermano to be into that sort of thing, an idea he reinforced right away saying that he had never ever wanted to or ever done that sort of thing and had no idea how to suck a man's cock. When Bud recovered enough from the shock of what Hermano had just proposed he said, "Really?" Well, I guess you could just leave the beer and go home and say you did it and I'll back you up." Then he said, "Yeah, I guess, but you know in spite of what you might think of me after my fuck-up the other night, I try to be a good person, and being honest is part of that to me, so I really wouldn't feel right if we did that, I really can't lie to the person I love more than anything - and by the way, she told me that she spent the next 12 hours of so after I left sucking and fucking your brains out and intended to do it some more (a radiant smile broke out in Bud's mind at this), especially if I didn't comply with her demands. " "Well okay," says Bud, "it's not a problem for me, because if Julie didn't tell you, I accepted the fact that I was a bi-sexual years ago, and enjoy what the lips and tongue of a man or a woman can do to my dick and also welcome the intrusion of another mans dick into any of my orifices and when that happens I feel divine as I try to satisfy the man with the dick I am servicing, so if you mean it, follow me, and bring along the rest of the beer." With that Bud got up and headed for his bedroom, removing his robe as he proceeded and sat naked at the head of his bed with his legs spread offering his still somewhat exhausted dick to a man that had never had one in his mouth, and was the husband equivalent of the woman who was responsible for the tiredness of his penis. Bud been in some strange situations in his life, but couldn't deny this was one of the top ten, guaranteed. Meanwhile there's Hermano, fully dressed with four beers in one hand and an open one in the other looking confused and probably wondering what he should do next. Being the helpful sort of guy Bud came to his rescue and told him to take of his clothes, as though not mandatory, being nude is the preferred way, by some folks anyway, to either give or receive a blow job unless one is in a semi-public location where other people might appear, in which case a fully clothed blower sucks a cock protruding from an unzipped zipper. Once Hermano's muscular body was fully exposed he said "Now what do I do?" and Bud replied, "Well, just crawl down here in between my legs and place your lips by my cock, open your mouth and try to suck me off the same way you would like to be sucked off. I'm pretty sure you know something about blow-jobs, as you must have received a few from an expert in the art, living with Julie for a couple of years. You know, I've found men in general are better at giving head, maybe because being a cock owner/operator themselves, they know where the buttons are to push, but your Julie could win first prize for cocksucking in a contest in a bath house in San Francisco. I learned that right away in one night after only filling her mouth with my cum three times in between filling other part of her with more of the same." With this kind of talk Bud was trying to help him assume the subservient attitude of a good cocksucker who should while blowing another man feel like he only exists to be a receptacle for the sperm if the man using his mouth and his purpose in life is to be a good little cock slave and pleasure that man in any way the recipient demands. Hermano quickly got down to the business at hand and began sucking Bud's cock, and doing a pretty good job of it, especially for a novice. Meanwhile Bud just sat back and drank the rest of the beer and watched this ruggedly handsome man almost work up a sweat as he figured out how to use his lips and tongue to make another man cum. After Bud's fourth beer or so he realized he could probably piss in his mouth, if Hermano let his dick soften up enough to pass urine, but then decided that just sucking off another man for the first time in his 40+ plus years was enough new experiences for one night for him. Finally after what must have seemed an eternity to him, Bud spewed a rather meagre load of sperm in Hermano's, mouth which he promptly swallowed, losing not a single drop. Later Bud found out that he had been instructed to swallow Bud's load or it wouldn't count as fulfilling her demands. Considering that in the previous 36 hours or so Bud had ejaculated at least a half dozen times in the bathroom and bedroom of his own home into every hole his wife equivalent possessed, it was amazing that it only took almost an hour for him to coax what little cum Bud had managed to accumulate since providing sustenance to Julie's seemingly insatiable hunger for cock. Bud had left the last beer for Hermano, so he would have it to wash down Bud's cum, if he came and he really intended to cum in his mouth if he had any left, even though he decided to cut him some slack on the piss. So he sat up from his duty station between Bud's legs and sat on the edge of his bed as they finished the last two beers and exchanged some chit-chat. I'm sure he was somewhat confused in his own mind after crossing what to so many people was a taboo boundary. But on the surface he didn't seem too embarrassed or ashamed of himself and Bud had to admit he felt great, having just received a blow job he really didn't need that evening from a totally virgin mouth on a very handsome man's face. Actually at that moment after the 12 hours or so with Julie and then drinking free beer while her man did his best to suck his cock, Bud figgered the only guy in the universe that had it better than him was God hisself. After Hermano was dressed and ready to return to his love to tell her he had complied with her demands, he turned and said, "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that Julie wants you to come over for dinner again and then spend the night with both of us in bed. We're not sure when, but we'll get back to you when our schedules are more worked out, and also, you know what?" "In spite of all I have heard about the evils of homosexuality all my life, a man's cock really does feel good in your mouth, and tonight has made me really wonder why so many women seem to not want to do it, not including Julie of course." So then Bud said "Good Night friend, and thanks for the beer and pleasure and I'll be over for a dinner sleep over (likely with little sleep) as soon as we three can fit it in, be safe on your way home and I'll be seeing you both soon. The dinner and sleep over came around in just a little more than a week, but that will hopefully be the basis of a future story. Thanks to you readers who enjoyed this, and don't doubt for a second that 'Bud' enjoyed both living this episode and sharing it with you all here. Dinner Date My bangs stick to my forehead from the sweat as I lift my hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I look around the kitchen, going over a mental checklist, making sure that everything is ready, or will be soon. The steaks are covered with foil, resting. The cream reduction is almost ready. The frites only need a couple more minutes. Salad's on the table. I take a deep breath and wipe my hands on my apron before taking a sip of my beer. The sauce has finished, so I pour it over the steaks before I pull the golden brown potatoes out of the sizzling oil and carrying everything over to the table. As I'm busying myself with some cleanup, I hear a perfunctory knock at the door before you step inside without waiting for an answer. The words I was going to say are lost as I take you in, standing there in a tight khaki skirt stretched across your full hips and thighs. My mouth begins to water and it has nothing to do with the rare filet mignon waiting to be consumed. You start to say something, I think it's a compliment about the food, but I can't be sure as all I can think about is that I have to have you. I step up to you and place my hands on your hips before seizing your lips with my own. You're taken by surprise by my sudden passion and stiffen in my arms for a moment before you relax into the kiss and wrap your arms around my neck. "Nice to see you, too," you say as I move my attentions your neck, easily accessible due to the open collar of your blouse. You gasp as I lightly sink my teeth into the soft, smooth skin and you press yourself against me. Your leg slips between mine and you whisper in my ear, "Eager are we?" as you feel how hard I am through the thin fabric of my dress. I pull back and look at you, the corner of my mouth lifted in a teasing smile. "What do you think?" I reply as my hardening penis twitches against your leg. I pull you tight against me, recapturing your lips with my own as I spin around and begin making my way towards the bed, pulling you behind me. My left hand presses against the small of your back and I clumsily move my way closer to the bedroom. My right hand has succeeded in unbuttoning your blouse right around the time my heel catches on the step into my bedroom, sending me crashing to the floor, dragging you along to fall on top of me. You pull back, concern filling your eyes but before you can ask if I'm okay, I pull your blouse off and press my lips against the soft skin of your breasts right above your bra. Your eyes close and you let out a moan as my fingers close around your breasts, squeezing them lightly through your bra. Reaching behind you, I unclasp your bra and you quickly shrug out of it. My lips close around your nipple and I begin to suck as I reach down to pull your skirt up around your waist. I'm painfully hard now, and you can feel me pressing into you. Your hands move to lift the hem of my dress, sliding up my smooth thighs. You shift on top of me and begin to stroke me through my panties, my hard length pulsing at your touch. I push you up and grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, tossing it aside before quickly removing my bra and taking your hands to help you up before guiding you to the bed, pushing you back onto the mattress. As I lower the zipper on the side of your skirt, I look in your eyes and whisper, "Grab the headboard and don't let go unless I say you can. Now close your eyes." Your pupils widen and your eyes glaze with lust before you obey. "Now lift your hips." As your ass comes off the bed I pull your skirt and panties off and toss them over to join my discarded dress. As you lie completely bare on my bed, your scent hits my nostrils and my mouth begins to water at the heady aroma. Going against my instinct to immediately devour you, I decide to tease you a little bit first. I start by kissing your right foot and kissing my way slowly up your leg, your scent growing stronger as I get closer to your center. About three quarters of the way up your leg, I stop and pull back. I look at you and see you biting your lip, your hips gently moving as you long for me to touch you. Your eyes are still closed, though, and your fingers still gripping the bottom of my headboard. I decide this deserves to be rewarded. I move up your body and take your nipple between my teeth and give it a gentle tug and a quick shake of my head, like a dog with a toy. Your gasp is quickly cut short as I move my lips to yours and kiss you, my tongue caressing yours as my fingers run through your hair. I pull away and hear you give a soft whimper, but you don't offer any other protest. Grinning, I move my way down to repeat the process, this time with your left leg. As I reach the same point on your left thigh as where I stopped on the right, I feel you tense, silently pleading with me to keep going, to move higher, to taste you. I don't disappoint. Your curls tickle my nose as I slide my tongue through your slick folds, your scent and taste driving me crazy with desire. My tongue moves in long strokes over you, broad and flat at the bottom, but to a point by the time I reach your clit and flick the tip over the hard bundle of nerves, making you gasp in pleasure. Your hips begin to thrust in time with the strokes of my tongue and you moan out "I need you inside me." I turn my head and bite your thigh. Not hard, but enough to remind you that I'm in charge right now. Nevertheless, I give you what you need. My tongue focuses on your clit and I slip a finger inside you, rubbing against your slick walls. As I start to massage your g-spot, I pull my mouth back enough to look up at you, your eyes tightly shut and your hands remaining in place only through sheer force of will. "You can open your eyes and let go now," I whisper. You look at me, your pupils dilated so large that I can't see the blue anymore, though the distance and my lack of glasses don't help with that, and your hand tangles in my hair, pressing my mouth firmly against you. I slip another finger inside you and begin to move my tongue faster against your clit. Your breathing becomes faster and shallower until finally your body goes stiff, your hips pressing hard against my mouth, the tips of your fingers pressing into my scalp. I lighten up with my tongue as you begin to come down, but continue to gently stroke you with my fingers. As your breathing becomes normal, you whisper, "Come here." I pull my fingers from you gently and shift up the bed, my body still between your legs, my cock hard and aching. I hover over you, our breasts pressing together, my hair falling around our faces like a tent, limiting the world to just the two of us. We kissed, long and hard, your fingers running through my hair and scratching over my back. With a shove, you roll me onto my back and slowly lower yourself on to me, your tight, wet heat closing around me, making me groan with pleasure. I sit up, my eyes glazed with pleasure, and wrap my right arm over your shoulder. We kiss as you ride me, my cock moving in and out of you, I can feel you squeezing me as I gasp and moan, my eyes going unfocused as I get closer and closer to the edge. You push me onto my back and lower your head to my breast, continuing to move your hips against me. I let out the breath I was holding as your lips close around my nipple and begin to suck, your fingers skillfully manipulating my other breast. My hands wrap around your shoulders and my fingers begin to dig into you as I shudder and convulse as my orgasm overtakes me. You continue to move against me for a few seconds longer before your body collapses atop me, completely spent. I kiss your cheek and stroke your hair as we lie there basking in the aftermath. After a few blissful, languid moments, you break the silence. "You know, when you invite me over dinner, it would be nice if I got to eat it while it was still hot." Dinner Date They were going out Friday. It was nice to get out of the house without the kids every once in a while. Dinner was probably going to be good, although nothing too special. Afterwards, he was going to take her to a little place on the west side of town where she had never been before. Overall, it should be a fun night. The night before, he had some interesting thoughts, thoughts that he had never really thought before. It was about the next evening, and what he wanted to do on the date. His thoughts, while not foreign, were still a bit riske for him, but if they were acted out, would be even more riskier for her. "Well, why not?" he thought and smiled. And so he formulated his plan and was looking forward to a very "interesting" evening. Dinner was going to be around 8p.m. They got to the restaurant and sat down in a booth. She had on a nice dress that looked incredibly sexy, especially with stockings. She didn't have a big ass, but the dress accentuated all of her qualities, and it looked great. One of the best he liked about her though, was the fact that she honestly just did not like to wear underwear. And tonight was no exception. All he could think of was that bush between her legs right across the table from her and how much he wanted those lips around his cock. Of course, this was all in his mind. So as they are sitting at the table waiting for their appetizers he hands her his phone and tells her to read this email. She thought it was kind of strange, but agreed anyways. As she was reading, a small grin came across her face. As she continued reading, she asked, "who wrote this?" He just smiled and said to keep reading. This was his plan. As she was reading the email, he pulled out a small plastic bag inconspicuously that had a little purple toy in it. She recognized this small instrument immediately, and said in a hushed whisper, "Where did you get that? Why did you bring it here?" She was smiling softly, but was still serious. "What are you going to do with that?" she said. "What do you think?" he said smiling cunningly. He made sure that they had gotten a booth that was off of the main row in the restaurant, and made sure she sat facing away from the other guests. He then slid over to the other side of the table, next to her. He took the toy out of the bag and turned the nob at the end to the lowest setting. It made a very faint vibrating noise, but no one could hear anything over the bustle of the restaurant. "No way!" she said. "You can't do that here!" She was serious, but he could also tell that she was just slightly interested. He gave a wry smile and slowly slid his hand with the toy up her leg. It stopped on her uppermost thigh, just to the left of her pussy. He gave another sly grin. Slowly, he moved the slowly-vibrating toy into the middle of her bush, and down between her lips. He gently inserted the toy inside her, sliding it back and forth two or three times. At first, she was aghast. What the fuck was he doing? In a public restaurant?! But as it slipped inside her, the vibrations began to work their magic. The sensation overwhelmed the surprise of it all, and she began to enjoy the warmth that was created under her skirt. About 5 minutes later, the waitress came over to take their orders. It was all she could do control herself and try to act naturally as she ordered a pasta dish. He got a cheeseburger with fries. After the waitress left, she immediately took the toy out, smiling but seriously telling him, that that wasn't nice. He said he knew, but wanted to spice things up a bit. And he thought they had. After dinner, they went out to the new bar on the west side of town. He had been there about two weeks ago and enjoyed the vibes and the libations, and wanted to bring her here. They walked in, sat down at a table, and ordered a couple of drinks. He couldn't help thinking about her and the fun they had between her legs at dinner. And while she would never admit it, neither could she. After about 5 minutes, she asked him if they wanted to move to a booth on the other side of the bar. Not thinking much of it, he agreed, and they sat together again sipping on their drinks and having a good time. After a few minutes and a few more sips, she took his hand and ran it up her leg. His fingers felt the warm soft flesh as she opened her legs slightly, exposing her pussy lips to his fingers. She leaned over and asked if he still had the toy. He smiled, reached into his pocket and pulled out the plastic bag. He turned it on low again, and gently and silently inserted it into her once more. She had fun for the next few minutes trying to act naturally so that no one would notice. She somehow calmly ordered one final drink before taking the toy out and handing it back to him. She had a wry grin on her face, and he could see that she was satisfied with herself. When they got in the car, she somehow forced back her natural inclination to rip off his jeans and give him a blowjob right there. Somehow they both made it home with only a little gentle rub here and there, but once they got in the door, things changed immediately once the babysitter left. She got down on her knees and began giving him the best blowjob he ever felt. She fingered herself the entire time, crouching with her fingers between her spread legs, pushing her dress up and back. She used her tongue like never before. Finally, he took her over to the dining room table. They pushed the table against the wall as he lifted up her skirt, exposing her supple ass. He grabbed her hair and pushed his cock easily inside her, thrusting it in and out quickly but smoothly. His most favorite part was watching her ass a he grabbed her hips while pumped back and forth into her now dripping pussy. He grabbed her hair again and told her to move to the bedroom, where he continued his fucking from behind. She leaned over the bed, grabbed a pillow, and continued to take his cock deeper than ever before. She couldn't control her screams as she finally came with him inside her. She felt satisfied, but wanted to fuck some more. And so after a few minutes, he could feel the energy surge and he knew that he was close. As soon as he came to the edge, he pulled out, grabbed her by her hair again, and blew his load all over her face. It was all over, from her brow to her chin, and she knew that he was satisfied. She took his cock and licked off the remaining cum from the end of his cock and smiled. They had had a wonderful night together. She again sported the same wry grin from earlier as the both stepped into the shower and washed themselves off. A night of good sleep awaited them. Dinner Date I am not a very social person, which is surprising as I work with people to help them out of hardships. After work I just like to spend time by myself. I do find myself invited to dinner parties from coworkers and assorted friends who are always trying to "fix me up," with Ms. Right. At times I do enjoy these outings but there is no place in my life for a "Ms. Right." Anyway, my friend Ron invites me to dinner with just him and his wife, Justine, no one else. Now you can sing the praises of the world's greatest restaurants but night after night of eating out you start to get tired of it all and long for a simple home cooked meal. It was with this idea in mind that I knocked on Ron's door to announce my arrival. Ron answered the door in a timely manner dressed in shorts and polo shirt as this was just a casual affair. After a hug of greeting I gave him the bottle of wine that I brought with me. Then I was escorted to the kitchen where Justine was performing her special kind of magic using herbs, spices and no doubt spells of an exotic nature. Hearing our approach Justine turns and flashes me a kind of smile that in olden times could have caused a war if it was given to a rival. I thought I could also discern a hint of mischief behind her beautiful brown eyes but then I was caught in her arms as she grasped my neck and hosted her body next to mine. Not being one who pretends to hug by allowing only upper body contact, Justine just kinda flows into your arms and melts down your body. When Justine hugs you she holds nothing back. Justine is about 5'2", maybe 105 pounds with short brown hair and dressed in a silk sundress with spaghetti straps that did nothing to hide her charms. And her charms are wonderful: breast that are neither too big nor too small, slim waist and an ass that would fit in both hands with no spillover. Now I'm slightly over 6' feet tall and this nymph is hanging from my neck and my hands just naturally fall and grasp her ass, yep no spillover and no panties either. As I lift her slightly to remove some of the pressure from my neck she whispers into my ear, "Oh Bill, your so strong," and then quickly snakes her tongue into my ear. Then like magic she is out of my arms beaming up at me from three feet away. Yes, I think she is a witch. I am already under her spell as I can't take my eyes away from her and part of me is slowly turning to stone. I stare at her petit form and take note of her tiny horns as they thrust the fabric of her sundress forward and make the little dress move as she breathes in and out. Smiling Justine turns to Ron and asks, "My dear what has Bill brought us?" After a few false starts Ron finally stammers out, "It is a Gamay Wine." I think that Ron is also under Justine's spell and is having a difficult time concentrating. I break the trance that Justine has placed on me and inform her, "It is an award winning Texas Gamay. Almost as sweet and exotic as you are Justine." "Ron, why don't you open this award winning wine and see if it tastes as good as I do," Justine teasingly mocks me and then slowly licks the edge of her lips. Her tongue looks like a small red serpent as it travels up and across her upper lip and then downward and across the bottom lip and then disappears. Like a dutiful husband or a person under a spell Ron does as he is commanded. He pours the Gamay into three wine glasses and then hands one to Justine and one to me. I look at Justine and propose a toast, "To magic?" "To magic," Justine and John repeat. Ron and I tilt our glasses to drink but Justine allows that little red serpent of hers to dart into the red brew and then withdraws it to her mouth. "Hmmm," she moans, "Good but I think I taste better." And then she slyly smiles at me almost daring me to reply. I clear my throat and say, "I would not know." "Perhaps a taste test," she teases. And then drinks her glass of Gamay down and hands it to John for a refill. "John why don't the two of you take your wine and go to the living room while I work on dinner." Off to the living room we are banished, a look of dejection on our faces. We can only speak of blase things as we are both deprived of Justine's magical presence. Finally reverting to things of the office we find safe ground to talk. That is until Justine enters the living room. Justine does not just enter the living room. One moment she is not there, then the next she is and the living room tries to contain her presence. She is like the light of safety to ancient mariners during storm tossed seas or like a siren luring mariners to their doom on the rocks, you just don't know how to take her you only know you want her. As she walks towards us I notice she has a tray in her hands, it is filled with hors d'oeuvre. As she pauses in front of me she bends over to place the tray in front of me. I watch her dress fall forward revealing both of her breasts and her harden strawberry nipples. "See anything you like," she whispers knowing what I see. "Yes," I say as I reach for a morsel located on the very back of the tray. I know that the location of the morsel I'm after will allow my hand to brush one proud nipple. Justine is staring into my eyes as I reach the morsel I'm after and yes my hand makes contact with one erect nipple. A slight moan escapes her lips at the unexpected contact. "I see you are a man of unquestionable taste," she mocks me and then moves to offer the tray to her husband. This time I get to gaze at the bare backs of her legs from her sandled feet to the hem of her sundress. I can only imagine what lies underneath that dress. Once again I'm trapped in her spell and start to turn to stone. She turns and places her tray on the coffee table and heads towards the kitchen after she gives me one of her smiles. I cross my legs to hide the effect she is having on me and watch as she slowly disappears from my vision but not my mind. After a time Ron and I continue with our previous conversation. As we talk the mundane I wonder what it is like to be married to Justine, to be in Ron's place. Would I grow tired and bored until Justine lost all of her special magic and would just become a wife, a companion? I cannot answer my own questions. Justine returns and announces, "Dinner is ready." I look at Justine and smile. I want to tell her that I want to eat her for dinner, but dare not. But for some strange reason I think she already knows what I'm thinking and was pleased. Ron picks up the tray on the coffee table and we head for Justine. Justine takes my arm to direct me to the dinning room as Ron takes the tray to the kitchen. Her closeness is intoxicating and her right breast rubs against my trapped arm. I smell the musk of her perfume or is it her musk? I don't know. Like a lamb being lead to the slaughter I just go where she leads me, but it is no slaughter house we arrive at but a feast that she has prepared with her own hands. Ron joins us and we are seated and the feast begins. More wine flows. I eat with gusto wondering if Justine would taste as good as what her hands had made. At long last we are finished and head back to the living room together. Justine sits between Ron and myself. She has us both under her spell. I listen to her voice with the same intensity that I listen to classical music. Each syllable she breaths is like a note being played by a flute backed by a great symphony with the melody unfolding, raising and lowering and all encompassing. I don't think that things could ever be any better. I was mistaken. Justine stands up and tells us she is going to get desert. I protest that after that wonderful dinner I did not have room for dessert. The protest falls on unhearing ears as she turns and walks away taking the music with her. I look at Ron and he smiles a strange smile at me. There is an all knowing look in his eyes that does nothing but perplexes me, and he smiles even bigger. Justine returns with another tray. This one loaded with a can of whip cream, chocolate and butterscotch syrups, nuts, strawberries and bananas. She smiles at my look of confusion, then steps between me and the coffee table, bending over she places the tray on the table. Instead of straightening up she bends over until her head touches her knees and she looks at me. This extreme bending raises the hem of her dress over her buttocks revealing a very wet and naked vagina. I know the source of that wonderful musk smell and I want more. Reaching out with both of my hands I stroke Justine's wonderful ass. It is like touching very fine silk except silk is not this warm. Moving forward I slip to the floor standing on my knees with my face next to her sex. I breath in the wonderful musk. Then using my hands I pull apart her ass cheeks to reveal her outer and inner vagina lips and watch as a drop of dew rolls down the trough and nestles next to her blood engorged clitoris. I reach out with my tongue to lick that drop of dew into my mouth and knew at once that no wine could ever compare to the taste of Justine. Then I start to lick at that fountain that becomes a river as Justine pushed her ass into my face. From one end to the other I lick and suck as her moans became even louder. Changing pace I capture Justine's clitoris between my teeth and suck it into my mouth until I can not pull it any further. Then like a paddle machine gone haywire I beat the end of her clitoris with my tongue until with a scream she climaxes. Then I start using my teeth to gently bite her clitoris while I rotate my head all the while continuing to beat it with my tongue. As Justine starts to shake I push my nose into her pussy as I continue to do wild things to her clitoris and she comes again. Justine reaches out to grab the coffee table for support as I pull her ass cheeks further apart. I spy her puckered rosebud and attack. My tongue is like a torpedo as it zeros in on her anus. Slowly at first and then with increasing vigor it prods and retreats until it is fast as a jackhammer going ever more deeper. Slowly Justine's sphincter muscle starts to relax allowing me greater access to this silky smooth hole. As I eat Justine's wonderful ass I remove my shorts and underwear. Once unencumbered I reposition Justine on her knees facing outward from me. Using my hand I use my own spit to lubricate Lucifer, a pet name given to my dick, until he glistens like a rocket on the early morning launch pad. Then I slowly launch into Justine's ass and then withdraw. Then I repeat myself allowing Justine time to adjust to Lucifer and bury a little bit more with each approach, until at last Lucifer is fully impaled in Justine. Then I just pause, letting Lucifer luxuriate in this hot and silky smooth tunnel. While I pause I allow my hands to remove Justine's sundress, and then start to caress her from top to bottom. Then to my surprise Ron is standing naked in front of Justine offering her his harden dick with pre-come dripping from its' head. She reaches out with one hand to draw him to her while extending her tongue she licks the wetness from his dick and then swallows him fully. Ron moans in pleasure from the contact. I can't believe she ate the whole thing in one swoop, awesome. Justine starts to slowly rock back and forth on Lucifer and I start to move to meet her pace. After a short while she has a rhythm going; as she backs on to Lucifer she withdraws from Ron's dick, then she reverses the process swallowing his dick while pulling almost off Lucifer. This action feels so awesome that I am in no hurry to climax and would be quite willing to spend the rest of my life in this wonderful rhythm. But to increase Justine's feelings in all of this I reach around with my right hand and start to manipulate her clitoris while my left hand caresses her breast one at a time. This action causes Justine to sit more upright to give my hand more access to her clitoris. As she sits more upright she pulls Ron closer to us all and I find myself almost eyeball to eyeball to his dick as it moves in and out of Justine's mouth. I stare in fascination as her lips are pushed inward when she swallows his dick and then sort of pucker outwards when he withdraws. I have never been this close to another man's cock before and I find it fascinating. I can see the veins that look like rivers carrying blood to keep his dick erect and I can see Justine's saliva as it glistens on the shaft. I can even smell the musk of Ron and I find it strangely appealing. I take my hand that was caressing Justine's breast and grasp Ron's nuts very gently and feel them in my hand. It is a different experience then touching mine as there is no feedback loop involved, plus there is something nasty, dirty about touching another man like this and it makes it all the more exciting. I now understand the saying that "Sex is dirty, if you do it right." I'm playing with taboo areas holding on to Ron's testicles and I find it exciting. I release his nuts and grasp the base of his penis. For something so hard it is soft and hot. I gently squeeze and release being careful as I lack experience in this matter and not having the benefit of a feedback loop I do not want to injury him. But I think that Ron likes this added attention as I can feel his penis take up new throbs and by his moans as well. Apparently Justine is aware of all of this and she starts to moan too. Both Ron and Justine come at the same time. I can feel Ron's penis contract and release as his semen shoots forth in Justine's mouth. I can feel Justine's sphincter muscle contract and release around Lucifer as she climaxes. I almost come too but with great control and a lot of luck I'm able to put off my climax and just luxuriate in their joint excitement. Justine knows I have not climaxed and this somehow excites her. She removes Ron's dick from her mouth and tells him, "Ron suck my pussy. Now baby. I need it bad. Hurry please!" I watch her lips as she speaks her command to Ron and I see wetness from her saliva and his semen on her lips. Ron drops to the floor, rolls over on his back and crawls awkwardly up between Justine's spread thighs until he face to face to Justine's pussy. As I feel his tongue on her clitoris I remove my hand and use both to grasp her breasts. In no time Justine climaxes again. I feel something different and it feels good. Ron is licking my balls and doing a damn good job of it. Then he takes one nut into his mouth and using his tongue swirls it around and around, then does the same to the other one. I'm going crazy as this feeling is incredible and I start to moan and cuss at the same time. Justine knows I'm close to climaxing and increases her tempo on Lucifer. Then Ron does something I will never forget, he sticks his tongue up my ass and it is too much and I come like never before. It has been said that climaxing is like a little death, hell I thought it was all over and it was the big one! Shit I was ready to go too. After a while I calmed down. Ron removed his wonderful tongue. Justine slumped forward over Ron body pulling Lucifer from her ass. And I just kinda crumpled backwards on my ass. I watched in amazement as Ron locked his mouth around Justine's ass and sucked my come out. Justine was too tired other then to wiggle from time to time under his assualt. We then rested and had some more wine. Then we started to play with the desserts that Justine put on the coffee table before I attacked her ass. We played all night in many different ways and when the sun rose we finally fell asleep due to sheer exhaustion. We played together for many weekends, until Ron was promoted and moved to a different city. Justine did not want to move so she divorced Ron and married me. Ron was okay with the arrangement as he loved us both, and when he visits our city he never has to stay in a hotel. Later on Ron found a man he fell in love with and was satisfied, unless he came to visit Justine and myself and it was no holds barred sex between us all. Ron even brought his life companion with him on one trip to our city, his friend found he like playing with Justine. Like I said, Justine is really a witch and no one is safe from her spells. Dinner Date I would like to take you to dinner, somewhere quiet, dark and candlelit. Talk you into wearing a black slinky number, one that shows your neck and wonderful shoulders and beautiful legs. I will even put on a shirt and tie so we look like belong in the place… It’s raining outside which is great because it cools everything off and you can see the steam rising from the streets as we park the car and head for dinner. We start with drinks while we look over the menu. A couple of drinks and I cannot keep my hands off of you. I reach across the table and rub the back of my fore and middle fingers across your cheek, taking in the way you feel. I reach up and play with the lobe of your ear, rolling your earring between my thumb and fore finger. You kind of laugh and smile with your eyes, and I smile at you, knowing that the night is young. The appetizers come and we order wine and begin to flirt with each other like kids. We take turns feeding each other the humus on toasted pita points that you ordered, and as I am about to feed you the last bite, you jump suddenly as you feel my foot, which I’ve slipped out of my wingtips. My unshod foot has moved to brushing the outside of your crossed legs, below the knee. As the waiter clears the remains of the first bottle of wine and the appetizers, I have to excuse myself to the men’s room, not really to use the restroom, but to be able to come back from the restroom and kiss your neck and ear from behind. I sit back down and our eyes meet and the conversation starts up again. We have a white wine delivered again just before our salads arrive. I reach over to hold your hand and you reciprocate by reaching to me. We hold hands while the waiter pours. He starts with a splash in my glass for me to taste, I try to reach for the glass but you won’t let go and you smile at the new little game you’ve just started. I play along and try the wine, bringing my glass to my lips with the other hand. I approve and let the waiter continue. As he finishes up, his assistant brings us our salads. We toast to the night to come and drink lightly as we both recognize that we are in for a wonderful night. I keep your attention through the salad by asking what you would like to do for the rest of the evening. Your eyes dance, as you describe what you want to do for the evening, until the waiter comes to clear our plates. I’ve placed my foot back onto your leg only now instead of being on the outside of your leg, I move to the inside of your leg and move my toes up to the inside of your thigh. You look up at me from the napkin you were playing with, and simply smile as I wink at you. I lean forward and ask you to come forward by signaling with my index finger. You lean forward and your eyes light up as you nod at what I’ve said and excuse yourself to the ladies room. You come back with a cat that ate the mouse grin and discreetly hand me the black G-string you were wearing. You laugh as I bite my lip and roll my eyes in delight. As you return to your seat, our waiter comes with our dinner. Our conversation through dinner is innocent intentionally as neither of us want to push too far, we like the idea of skirting the issue of an entire night by ourselves. Through dinner I move my foot closer and closer to you, using my toes to touch you lightly, just enough to get your attention. After dinner is cleared we decide to share a raspberry sorbet and take turns feeding each other and, accidentally of course, missing a couple times. By the time dessert is finished, my sock and you are both torridly wet. We finish dessert and before we get our check, I talk you into leaving your g-string with the tip. You kind of giggle but go along with it and we decide we need to leave. I smile and throw you a curve ball by demanding that we go to the bar for cognac and a cigar. You object and fight it a little at first, but then you realize how exciting it would be for you to have the waiter see you again after you have left him his tip. We sip our cognac and puff our stogies, while we relax in the lounge waiting for our waiter to pass through, just to see his face. Finally, defeated by the man in the tuxedo shirt and cummerbund, we decide to leave and head for the elevator. I am walking behind you and just as we enter the foyer, our waiter walks through. You lean to him and whisper a very sultry goodnight dear, in his ear, all while I’m watching. You then smile and wait for me to meet you as our red faced waiter makes his way back into the dining room. We step onto the elevator and once the doors close burst into laughter, which I end by kissing for what seems like an hour. We make out like kids, groping and kissing, until you push the button for the next to last floor on the way down, and we make our way to the stairwell. The walk down the hallway we try to be as proper as can be until we realize we are alone and you start to run to the stairwell making me chase behind you. We almost undress each other there in the stairwell, when I finally decide to stop you and lead you down the stairs to the exit. Finally, as we make our way out of the building I surprise you with a covered horse drawn carriage for a private ride through the city. As I help you into the white carriage, you look back at me, sit down, pull up that slinky black dress, and invite me in with one hand, while you very playfully bite the forefinger on your other hand. As the driver readies the horses and we begin moving, the rhythmic clip clop of the horses serves as a metronome for us, and we start one long evening... Dinner Date You've had a stressful day at work. I call you up at around 3 pm and I tell you to come to my place at 8 pm saying, "I'm cooking you a meal to take your mind away from the hectic and stressful past few days you've had." You agree to my invitation and I blow a kiss down the phone before hanging up. Meanwhile once I finished work I rushed to the shops to buy the rest of the ingredients needed to make the fabulous meal I had planned. I already planned ahead and had seasoned and marinated chicken the day beforehand so all it would need is to be cooked in the oven. Once I arrived home after I started to prepare the meal. The meal consisting of rice, peas and chicken with ice cream and strawberries for desert. I set the table and finished preparing the meal before taking a quick shower glancing up at the time. Once I had refreshed myself I set the dimmer lights so that it was very dark and lit a candle before I heard the buzzer to my door. Once you reach my flat upon arrival you are greeted with a warm kiss, I take your coat and pour a glass of champagne before complimenting you on the stunning dress that you're wearing. You sip in time to the light music playing in the background and say, "wow the aromas smell great!" You seem to feel instantly more relaxed with the soft lighting and soft music playing. I sit you down and we eat our meal making pleasant conversation, looking directly into each other's eyes. The meal is very filling, I gather the empty plates taking them to the kitchen sink and shouting out that I am just about to bring desert. But before I could do so I turn around and find you standing in front of me with a wicked smile on your face. You hold my head and whisper in my ear "I am dessert" with that you turn around grabbing my hand and you lead me to the bedroom. As soon as we get in the bedroom you turn around and slam me up against the door getting really close to me, whispering again "this is a little surprise for caring so much about me." We look deep into each other's eyes and its only natural that our lips touch. We kiss slowly, taking time out to explore each others mouth with our tongues it feels so electric. We start to explore each other tongues more and more then you press yourself on me till I feel your nipples starting to penetrate through the dress and onto my chest. You part your legs and rub yourself gently on me causing me to sigh. You then unbutton my shirt and release my trouser belt before unzipping my trousers and pulling them down. Suddenly you step back holding me and twist then push me down onto the king size bed, whispering "watch my every movement, but don't touch!" You then proceed to dance sexily in front of me, moving your hips from side to side and occasionally dropping your body down in one quick motion then bringing yourself up slowly. I'm at the foot of the bed, you come close and sit on me from behind, rubbing your ass on me feeling my member grow as you arouse me, looking back at me with a smile on your face. You then stand up, take a step forward and start to unzip the dress from the side. You look so sexy as you step out of your dress leaving you wearing just black shoes with matching panties and bra. You come closer to me once again and take my trousers from my feet and toss them to the side. You order me to move to the top of the bed I do so then you run your hands over your breasts letting out a soft sigh looking directly into my eyes and seeing the flames of passion ignite. Your hands roam past your stomach then around your waist whilst wiggling. You look at me and notice me coming back closer to you, wanting to touch you, kiss you, hold you, but you order me back to the top of the bed and tie my hands down on the bed posts with some of the ties you find hanging up over the wardrobe. I continue to watch as you perform, then you rip your bra off then pinch your nipples before coming closer to me and kissing my hard body working your way down from my mouth to neck to chest, watching as my cock rises hard and firm. You then turn around, find some of my ties hanging up from the wardrobe and tie me down to the bed tightly. You watch as I battle with the ties to try and get free so that I can take you but that's to no avail as you have tied my hands down very tightly. You work yourself back up my body before rubbing your nipples on mine, teasing me, whilst kissing me, you run your hands up and down me kissing me all the while before you lick my long hard shaft softly. I cry out you stop glancing at me for a minute seeing the desire in my eye before you take my whole cock in your mouth and proceed to suck really hard. Pumping your head up and down hard and fast I moan and shake, it feels like heaven you let your saliva run down my shaft then lick it up slowly before teasing the head of my cock. You sense my peak of ecstasy that's when you rip your panties to the side, run your fingers up and down your pussy before positioning it just over my cock and let your wet juices drip onto me. This sends me moaning out aloud as it feels wonderful. You tease me even more by rubbing your pussy up and down on my cock but don't let it be sucked in by your warm love. You continue to tease the both of us to the point its overwhelming us before you straddle me. My cock being invited into a warm love nest you moan out in ecstasy once my full member is in. You proceed to fuck me, your tits swaying in the movement, and then you bounce harder on me riding me harder and harder. We're both moaning as its very intense, you lean forward your tits in front of my face and proceed to fuck me really hard, whilst I suck and bite on your nipples. The juices slipping out of your pussy effortlessly as my cock slides deeper and deeper inside before we both start to cry out, moaning aloud and louder as we both reach our point of no return, with that you pump me harder, leaning back, you put your hands on the bed and fuck me hard, fast and furious till the excitement is too much and we can't handle it anymore before coming uncontrollably in each other. You collapse on me whispering in my ear "did you like my surprise?" I whisper back "yes" you untie my hands and we collapse in each other's arms, the exhaustion, our sweat intermingling and our love juices colliding with one another before we fall into a deep sleep. Dinner Date I lean even closer to you and whisper softly in your ear. As I do, my dress wafts away from my body, gently exposing my naked breast. I see your look change, growing hungry and I glance down only to realize what I've done. I smile and sit back. "Maybe later. If you're good." Your look turns from hurt to hopeful. I reach across the table for your hand. "Should we skip dessert?" You nod and signal the waiter for the check. The night is turning chilly as we leave the restaurant. There are no stars and it appears that it will storm soon. I move closer to you and your arm drapes over my shoulders. I start to feel the heat that that our bodies are capable of when we're together. "Let's hurry. I'm cold." You open the passenger door for me and I get in, leaning over to unlock the door on your side. I know that you realize that I'm wearing the black garter that you like. I wonder if I should tell you that I'm pantiless too but I decide to keep that secret. You pull the car out of the parking lot and I lean against your arm. My hand comes to rest gently on your thigh and I feel you shiver. I like the power that I have over you. Or at least when you let me. You pull the car smoothly into our parking spot beside the building. You open the door and help me out. You pull me close and I feel a slight bulge in your pants. I tilt my head up for a kiss. With one hand you caress my neck while the other one pulls me even tighter. Your lips meet mine and once again I become the aggressor. I thrust my tongue into your mouth, drawing battle with yours. I love the way that you taste. You pull away, your breath coming slightly faster than before. I grab your hand and pull you towards the front door, holding the keys in my hand. Once there you move close behind me, gently grasping my breasts as I try to turn the key. "You're making this hard. Do you know that?" I can see you smirk in the glass. "Honey, you haven't seen hard yet." Your hands start to slide lower as I get the door open. I move out of your embrace. You follow closely, trying to maintain some type of contact. We reach the elevators and you kiss me again. I can tell how badly you want it. With each passing moment you are becoming less patient. The elevator doors open and I shove you inside. I loosen your tie and start to undo your shirt. I kiss your chest with every button that slides out of its hole. I reach your pants and stop. You nibble my neck and I let out a slight moan. You reach the garter and pause. "Higher," I whisper to you. Your hand travels up my leg smoothly, teasingly, until you reach my hips. There you pause, running your hands along my lower back. You look at me and I can see your slight confusion. "Something wrong?" As your hand starts a journey towards my pussy, I quiver because I know what you're trying to figure out. The anticipation is killing me. Just as your hand encounters my pantiless pussy, the elevator stops at our floor and the doors open. I turn from you and quickly step into the corridor. I know that you are steps behind me. I open our door and this time it is you who pushes me inside. "You devil. Have you been like that all night?" I can only smile. You push me up against the wall. Your knee is between my legs. Your mouth comes down to mine and our tongues dance, aggressively. With your knee where it is, my dress is riding high. One hand pulls my leg up and then grabs my ass. We continue kissing as I rid you first of your tie and then your jacket. Your shirt follows mere seconds before your belt. I hear you sigh as it slides from its loops. I nibble on your neck briefly, then move to your shoulder. I kiss my way down towards your chest. Your breathing is increasing in pace. I know that you enjoy the anticipation as much as I do. You step back to give me better access to your pants and I bolt. You catch me in the living room and together we tumble to the couch. "You'll pay for that," you pant. "Really?" I inquire. "You really think that you're man enough?" With that sassy reply from me you flip so that I am underneath. Trapped. Your body comes to rest between my legs. I'm fully exposed to you. I struggle but you quickly trap both my wrists in one of your hands. You pull them over my head. You slowly undo the buttons on my dress. A moan escapes my lips. I'm starting to squirm and you know that it won't take much to finish me off. You bend down and take a nipple into your mouth. I arch my back and moan once more. Your hand travels down between my breasts; across my stomach to my navel. Your touch has set me on fire. I squirm as your hand dips lower, curling in my nether hair. Your mouth moves to my other breast. It's difficult for me to remain still. Your fingers drop lower still and you test to see how wet I am. Your finger travels up and down my slit. The air is filled with the smell of arousal. It's pungent. Strong. I look at you and I see the hunger in your eyes. You touch my clit and it feels like an electric shock. My breathing is hard and fast. I know that I've lost this round. "Baby, please?" I whisper. You kiss my lips as I feel you thrust two fingers inside me. I moan against your mouth and arch even closer to you. Your tongue and fingers set a rhythm that soon brings me very close. Your thumb starts brushing my clit. I hear you whisper, "Open your eyes. I want to see you cum." I open my eyes and your fingers take me over the edge. I climax and you let my wrists go. I pull you down for a kiss. Both of us are sweaty and slightly spent. I look at you and smile. "What?" is the only thing that escapes your lips. "I need a shower. Dare to join me?" Dinner Date Simone ordered first. "I'll try the lasagna." And ran her left hand through her beautiful hair. Her long and brown and beautiful hair. "With salad. With French. And a little more coffee." She folded her menu. She gave it to the waiter. The waiter pivoted. "And what would you like sir." Brian answered that he would like to have what the woman ordered. "Simpler." A flicker of a smile on Simone's face. The waiter went away. Brian gazed at Simone's jacket. He counted shiny darkness and counted shiny steel. This woman programmed ATM switches by day; she also went to dinner in studded leather. And her skin was like snow. Like a logo of innocence. And her eyebrows were poets. Incredibly incredible. In the eloquent terminology of a unenlightened era, Simone was a fox. So Brian felt all of maybe... eleven years old. As nervous as a boy on his first cop-a-feel. He conspicuously looked over Simone's shoulder and quietly said, "There's a horsewhip behind you." Simone spun, grinning. "Where?" "On the wall. By the tube. To the left of the beer ad." Still smiling, but now a wicked smile, Simone remarked, "If you get out of line later on, now I will know where it is." "Exactly." Brian carefully avoided any lighthearted expression. Simone was silent for a very long time. Brian was silent for a long time too. Simone spoke first. "So... you want to get whipped?" "Certianly not. I am not one of those guys who gets off on pain. But... but I am - and please don't spread this around - I am one of those guys who gets off on obeying a woman. Sometimes. And seeing as how I would hate getting beaten... utterly despise it, I would just love submitting to your whip." And a smile. Simone looked confused. "Your asking me to whip you?" "Well no. Absolutely no. I am now caught in the submissive's paradox. I can't really tell you what to tell me to do." A pause. "Well I could, but it wouldn't work out. What I'm saying is, if you ask me if you can whip me, the answer will be 'yes'." "So what do you want me to do?" "I want you to have fun. I want you to do whatever. Eat lasagna. Eat desert. One of those strawberry doodads you were lusting over earlier. Your skinny enough and I won't tell. Afterwards, if you want to just say goodnight, we will. But, if you want to do something else, we certainly will. If you want to hold hands like a couple of virgins, we'll do that. I'd kinda like holding hands actually." Brian played with his coffee. "If you want to order me to do stuff, you can. And I'll obey you. I'd love that. If you want me to submit to blows from your whip, the only issue will be noise." "So... " "Saved by the food. Here it is." They munched in silence. "So," Simone said, casually lifting her fork, "Do I always have to tell you what to do?" Brian swallowed. "No. I read in this magazine about guys who call themselves 'lifestyle submissives'." Brian swallowed again. "And these women who call themselves 'lifestyle dominants'. Its like they're always in character. Always 'on'. I'm not up to doin' that. How's the lasagna?" "Its OK. No great shakes though." A pause. A decision pause. "Between when I say 'Om' and 'Konx', will you obey me?" Simone held her hand up. "Will you do anything and everything I tell you to do and only the things I have told you to do? I will allow a few exceptions. You can breath. Your heart can beat. You can circulate blood. I'm so generous. And you may get erect. But you may not come unless I authorize it. Also... also, will you submit to anything I do. Anything... anything... anything I do. I won't have to have a plausible reason. I won't have to have a reason at all." Another wicked smile. "Sound OK?" "Under one condition." "I'll give you one condition." "I agree to obey you and submit to you completely during times selected by you, if you agree to stop being in charge if you're not having fun. Also if it hurts you, we stop" "That's two conditions. But its a deal. Now shake." They shook hands. "Eat fast", Simone whispered. ************************ They went to Simone's apartment. As they headed for the door, Simone made an announcement. "When my familus is on, he refers to me as 'Mistress'. And we have to be quiet." "All right." "Your're fifteen seconds from insubordination," she said with a nasty, friendly grin. Brian followed Simone up the staircase. After she closed her apartment door she said, "Om". Brian froze. Simone said, "Walk forward. Eyes down. Eyes down at all times. Unless I say otherwise. And hands at sides." Brian walked into the middle of the room and stared respectfully down at the floor. He held his hands at his sides. From in front of her man, Mistress spoke. "Kneel," she said. Brian obeyed. Simone stood - loomed - over the man and thought, 'This is neat.' Her slave thought so too. "Kiss the toe of my left shoe." Her slave obeyed. "Kiss it again. Over and over. Slowly. With care. With humility and care. Kiss 'til I issue a further command." Her slave obeyed. "Lick the sides." Her slave obeyed. "Stop. Kneel up now. But keep your eyes down." "Thank you, Mistress." "You're welcome, slave. Now slave, think about my boot heels. Do you need to suck them?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Think about why. Compose sentences about why. When you're done, lift your eyes. Tell me why you need to suck the heels of my boots." Twenty seconds passed. Her slave collected his thoughts. He lifted his head. He gazed into the beautiful eyes of his Mistress. The beautiful kind, soft eyes of his Mistress. He then said, "Your hoot heels bear the weight of you body as you walk from place to place to place and your body carries your soul. Your soul is a beautiful, sacred thing - a fantastically important thing. I need to suck your boots cause I adore your soul." "Thank you slave. I liked your explanation. Your soul is precious too." "Thank you, Mistress." "Slave... bring two glasses of red wine here. The bottle is sitting on the kitchen table. The kitchen door is the door on the right. Glasses... in the top cabinet. Top, left of the sink. That's top, left of the sink. The opener is in the drawer by the stove. Go." He went. "Wait." He stopped. "If you can't find something, its confession time, not stoic time." "Yes, Mistress I understand. I will do as you instruct." "Go on." And Brian went. Brian returned a few minutes later with couple of glasses of red wine. And the glasses were actually the correct glasses. Simone was sitting on the couch. She addressed her slave. "Put the wine on the table beside me. One of them is yours. Don't put your glass on the floor. If you spill on the carpet, I'll have to buy it. I mean, you will have to. OK. Good. Thank you. Kneel before me." "Thank you, Mistress, for ordering me to fetch your wine and letting me follow your orders." "You're welcome, slave." Simone crossed her legs. "Lick the heel of my left boot." Brian's tongue caressed the boot heel. "Suck it." His lips surrounded the boot heel. His mouth pulsated. Time passed. "Stop. Drink some wine. You have some catching up to do." She recrossed her legs. "Right heel. Kiss it." Her slave kissed and kissed and kissed. "Lick it." Her slave obeyed. "Suck it." Her slave obeyed. "Stop." Her slave immediately stopped and knelt with eyes downcast. Simone rose. She walked gracefully away. By the bathroom door she paused and turned. "Finish your wine. Pretend the wine is my urine." "Thank you, Mistress." "You're welcome, slave." When Simone returned, her slave was still kneeling, with head still bowed. But now his glass was empty. Simone asked, "Do you need the bathroom." "Yes and no. I have to but I can't. I drank wine and imagined it to be instead warm juice from you. I cannot, in consequence, use the facilities." Simone pursed her lips. "One way to put it." A pause. "I have the cure. Slave, do the dishes." "Yes, Mistress." Brian went into the kitchen. Sounds of therapy drifted through the door. Simone giggled. When her slave finished the dishes - the two glasses, he found that now he could pee. His Mistress allowed him to visit the bathroom. "But if you forget to put the seat down, its a thousand lashes with the cat of ninety tails." "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." "You're welcome, slave. When you return, get back on your knees." When the slave was kneeling in front of Mistress and Mistress said, "Now I will teach you to assume what we'll call the 'Presentation Position'. For now, just listen to what I'm saying. Don't do anything yet. But when I say 'go' you will do what I want." "Yes, Mistress." "You will lie in the position of a nineteen fifties mother-to-be who is about to be. In a sense we'll play 'Doctor', but this time with clothes on. You'll be the patient. You'll lie on your back. Then you'll lift your knees. Then you'll spread your legs. Go." The man lay back and lifted his knees and parted his legs. He opened his legs as far as he could. "Hold your feet, slave. Pull." Simone placed her right leg between the man's legs and placed her right foot on her man's body. She said, "Do you now understand why we will call this 'the Presentation Position'?" "Yes, Mistress. Thank you for letting me give you my body." "You gave it at dinner." A pause. "I own you slave. You belong to me. Dreams and hopes... and heart and soul... and your lips and your balls are mine." She withdrew her foot. "You're just the custodian." Her voice grew tough. "And goddam it, you better treat my property right! Stand up. Konx." Her voice softened. "We both better get a few hours sleep." The woman and her man walked accross the room. Together and slowly. "So I guess I'll see you at work. So good night. Good night my dear." "Good night my dear," said Brian. Simone closed the door. (c) Copyright 2001-2002. All rights reserved. Dinner Date I wait by the door for you to arrive and pick me up. We’re going out for a night on the town. I’ve dressed in cocktail attire, as you assure me we’ll be “on the town tonight.” I look into the mirror in the living room one last time, I check my clothes to make sure all is just so. Long black ankle length skirt, a red silk sleeveless top with a matching red pashmina wrapped around my shoulders and knee high black leather boots. My hair is softly falling around my shoulders and reaching half way down my back, shining and reddish blonde. My make up is subtly highlighting my blue eyes and pale, pale skin, my lips slicked with crimson red. All is just as I want it to be. I just hope you’ll approve. I hear a knock on the door and my stomach flutters because I know it’s you. With one last glance in the mirror, I move to answer the door. I open the door and see you standing there with a blood red rose smiling at me. I look you over and you look yummy from head to toe! You’re wearing a well-cut black pin-stripe suit and a crisp shirt with a red tie that matches my top. You lean in and kiss me lightly, quickly pulling back before I can really kiss you back. I look at you with a question on my face and your response is, “Later.” I smile and shake my head, wondering what you have planned. Leaving the rose on a table, you put your hand on the small of my back and escort me to the car. Once in the car, I ask you where we’re going. You just smile and shake your head and grab my hand and kiss it. My stomach flutters again and I feel my nipples harden against the red silk top. We pull up in front of a very nice restaurant and I wait for you to come and open the door, knowing that you would be upset if I opened my own door. You help me out of the car and lightly kiss my cheek. We walk in and the matire’d greets you like an old friend and shows us to a table in a semi-secluded corner. It’s a couples table where the couple sits in a booth seat side by side and looks out over an amazing view of the mountains and valley. We are seated and it’s then that I realize that there’s a method to your madness… The waiter comes over and hands us menus and brings champagne, showing your planning for this evening. As I look at the menu, I feel your hand slowly sliding up my leg and I now understand the idea. You’re going to tease me here in public, in this 5 star restaurant, in front of all the other people sitting around us. Your hand stops high on my left thigh and your thumb caresses me. I stop breathing for a mere second but then catch myself and try to breathe normally. The waiter comes back to take our order and you order for both of us, a prix fix menu, three courses. I rest my hand on your leg and you shake your head and place it back in my lap. I try to look relaxed and easy, but your hand is now pulling my skirt up and I feel your hand caress my stocking clad knee. I take a sip of water to hide my slight gasp and you smile knowing that you have me just where you want me. As the waiter comes back with our champagne, you move your hand slightly higher finding the top of my stocking. I quickly look at you as your thumb slides lightly over the skin at the top of the stocking. You lift your glass in a toast to us and all I can do is nod and smile as I try not to moan. I gulp a large swallow of the champagne and begin to cough slightly as the bubbles tickle my throat. You smile at me knowing that it was the bubbles combined with your hand moving higher on my thigh that actually produced the cough that was a slight gasp as well. When the salad arrives, you use your hand to nudge my thighs apart and you slide your hand higher still. I feel the heat from your hand barely a breath away from my hot wet heat. Your pinky moves that last millimeter and stops just touching my now puffy outer lips. You can feel my wetness beginning to slide down those lips and you leave your hand there unmoving as we eat our salads. You look over at me and see that I’m flushed and almost panting. You can see how badly I want you to push past the outer lips. You smile wickedly and withdraw your hand completely. I look at you, my breathing hard and my skin flushed, and you smile at me again and kiss me, lingering longer this time, flicking your tongue over my lips quickly before you withdraw and continue eating as if nothing is wrong. I decide that it’s time to tease you for a while so I slide my hand over your leg to find your cock hard and straining at your pants. I laugh under my breath and look at you out of the corner of my eye, smiling. I lightly scratch my nails over your balls and squeeze lightly cupping your cock and balls. You cough choking on a sip of water and the waiter, there to remove our salad plates, asks you if you’re ok. You hold up you hand as if to say, “I’m fine.” Our entrees arrive along with a bottle of bold red wine. We are both having the Filet Mignon medium rare with fluffy whipped potatoes and lightly steamed green beans. You taste the wine and nod to the waiter as your hand moves back to the apex of my legs resting there. I move your hand and shake my head now, motioning for you to continue eating. You pick up your knife and fork and begin to delicately slice into your steak when my hand tightens around your now swollen cock. I can feel you growing under my hand. You sensuously slide the bite of steak into your mouth and close your eyes chewing slowly. To the other patrons of the restaurant you look to be enjoying your steak but I know that it’s my hand rhythmically massaging your cock through your trousers that causes you to close your eyes. The low purring moan that escapes causes a few pairs of eyes to look over, and causes my nipples to tighten to the aching point. I want to feel you purr on my skin. I feel your balls beginning to draw up and so I withdraw my hand smiling. I begin to eat and for a few minutes we exchange polite chitchat on how the food is and “Isn’t the wine wonderful with this?” As the plates are again cleared away, we move closer, pressing against one another and our hands are wandering again. I feel your hand nudging my thighs apart under the table to allow your fingers access to my now throbbing pussy. I lean over and kiss you deeply as your finger begins to part my lips. My now dripping wetness helps your finger to slide smoothly between my lips, moving up and down. My hand slowly unzips your trousers and slides inside to find you also without underclothes of any kind. I slip my hand around your hard cock and begin to slide up and down slowly and loosely, feeling the softness of your skin and the hardness of your arousal. I rub my thumb over your head feeling the precum that has gathered there and using it to massage the tip. I turn my head to look at you, my face flushed, my eye lids heavy with wanting and my breathing stilted from the things that you are doing to my quivering cunt under the table. I bring my hand to my mouth, and you watch me lick my thumb, like a cat licks cream, slowly and making sure to get every drop, tasting your precum. I smile again and lean over and whisper in your ear, “ Mmmmmm, you taste good.” At this your finger slides deeper into my folds and flicks at my opening, causing me to gasp audibly. Several people turn slightly towards the noise, which I cover up by laughing as if you had just delivered the punch line to a joke. The dessert arrives and you ask the waiter if he would be so kind as to wrap it to go. He smiles and goes off to do just that. You turn to me and place one hand on my face and the other on my hip and pull my head to you. You kiss me again, this time I can feel all of your want and need in your kiss. You whisper against my lips telling me that you want me now. I lightly moan in response. When the waiter comes back to the table you pay him for the meal with a generous tip and help me to my feet. The waiter smiles at us widely and it’s at that point that I realize that he knew exactly what we were doing. I smile back at him and wink. “Thank you.” I say in my most sultry voice. You grab my hand and pull me out to the valet stand and your car is there, waiting for us to jump in. Off we go and I notice that we’re not headed home but out of town. We drive for about 30 min, talking about anything other than sex. We pull up to a cabin on a dirt road in the mountains set back about 50 yards from a lake. You tell me that you’re going to blindfold me and produce a strip of black satin which you tie around my eyes. I hear you get out of the car and walk around. My door opens and your hand helps me out of the car. You lead me slowly towards the cabin and up 5 stairs and inside. I feel the door shut as well as hearing it. My other senses are beginning to come alive! You seat me on a wide overstuffed comfy chair and tell me to stay put. I hear you making noise and I begin to wonder what you’re about to do to me. The anticipation is driving me mad and all I can think about is your body covering mine, feeling you stuff me and holding you to me as you groan your release. “Alright, don’t move unless I tell you to.” The command such that I say nothing but slowly nod to show understanding. You take my hand and draw me into a standing position. I feel your hands unzipping the back of my top and your lips kissing the now exposed skin. You slide my arms out of the top and I hear it drop. Next your hands slide my skirt off my hips and it too hits the floor. You help me step out of it and I am left standing in front of you in a black lace bra and garters, stockings and a black satin blindfold. You step back to drink in the sight of your lover, friend, partner and playmate standing in front of you, breasts heaving, blindfolded and awaiting your next move. My breasts are trying to escape their lacy cage and you set them free with a flick of your wrist. The black lace drops to the floor and my breasts swing free and full. You moan and bury your face in them kissing and licking with wild abandon. I lift my hands to your head but when I touch you, you move out of my reach. Next I feel your hands undoing each stocking hook and slowly sliding each stocking down my leg and off. Next you remove the garter belt leaving me standing in nothing but a black satin blindfold, shaking from the combination of the chilly room that makes my nipples harden and the fact that I’m naked and totally in your power. You move back to me and lead me to the bed. You help me slide up on the bed to the center. You lightly grasp my wrists and pull them over my head. I feel your breath as you move your mouth over one nipple and I arch and cry out as your mouth clamps down on that same nipple and you begin to suck. I cry out with wanting and I attempt to move my hands to your head, determined to touch you. You tighten your grip, my hands neatly trapped in yours. I hear some movement above my head and soon find myself unable to move my hands at all. I then realize that you have attached my hands to the bed. Your hands slide down my body and I arch against you, trying to feel you. You move away and I feel exposed and sexy. I hear the ice before I feel it…. I know it’s coming. You grab an ice cube and put it in your mouth. Holding it between your back teeth, you take my nipples, one at a time, into your mouth. I gasp and arch again as I feel the combination of hot and cold surrounding my breast. “PLEASE.” I manage to get out. You know what I want. Moving the ice to the front of your mouth and holding it between your teeth, you begin to slide the ice along my breasts and torso, causing me to moan loudly. As you slide lower and lower on my stomach, I begin to tremble in anticipation. Your hands move to hold my hips still and you slide that evil ice cube lower still, till you are right at the top of my blond bush. You spread one leg and I feel you attaching something to my ankle and then the other ankle. I am now tied with my legs spread, my dripping cunt on display for you to see. You grab a fresh ice cube and move closer to my hot wet snatch. I gasp, my hips rising off the bed, as the ice makes contact with my pussy lips. You slide it up and down and begin to push forward between my puffy swollen labia. Your finger moves to find my clit and begins to move in circles, making me cry out. “Oh God!” I gasp. I feel your finger replaced by the ice cube and the cold is shocking and arousing all at the same time. This time I feel your mouth replace the ice cube as you suck my clit into your mouth and begin to suck on it as your tongue flicks at the speed of light. My whole body begins to tremble as I approach my peak. You suck and flick harder and my hips rise off the bed to grind into your mouth. As I teeter on the edge of my orgasm, you slide two fingers deep into my tight cunt and I scream as I begin to cum. I see stars behind my eyelids and I forget how to breathe. I begin to sob unable to control my emotions after being so skillfully manipulated into the best orgasm I could ever have hoped for. As I continue to shake and sob, you release my ankles and hands and pull me to you, holding me close as I cry and cling to you. You slip the blindfold off and tilt my head up to kiss me deeply and sweetly. Your thumbs wipe away the tears that I can’t seem to control. I begin to kiss you harder, my tongue sweeping around your mouth, tasting myself mixed with your sweet mouth. “My turn” I whisper. You smile and shake your head as if to say, “No, honey, tonight was about you.” But you know me better than that and you allow yourself to be flipped over and secured to the bed. I slide the blindfold in place and move off the bed, leaving you lying there quietly. I stand for a moment and admire your body. I move over to your toy bag that I now see lying on the floor, and I pull out a length of fine silk cloth. Walking quietly back to the bed, I throw the silk into the air so that it lands on you with a whisper of cloth and a butterfly kiss of sensation. You draw in your breath at the feeling and begin to move slightly. I grab an end of the cloth and slowly pull it across your skin leaving a trail of goose bumps. This time you let out a soft moan as you exhale. I smile and moving to your side, I lean over you and begin to blow on your nipple, causing it to stand up and tighten. Leaning even closer, I flick out my tongue and lightly flick at the skin, wetting it just enough to heighten the senses. You moan and arch up towards me. I laugh, a low chesty laugh mixed with a moan of wanting as I look your whole body over and see your stiff cock standing at attention, straining to be noticed. I slowly wrap my hand around your cock and squeeze, pulsing around you. I slowly begin to slide my hand up and down, varying the speed and the pressure, making sure to always keep contact with the ridge under your shaft. I moan out loud as I see the precum pearling at the top, begging for my lips to suck it all out. I lean over again, and in one swift motion, I take you deep into my mouth sucking you deep, moaning around your head in the back of my throat. You gasp and moan in the same space of time, coming out like a choking cough, your body arching like a bow. I suck you hard and fast for a full minute and I feel your balls growing tight and full in my hands. Then I move away from you as suddenly as I had swallowed you, causing you to gasp and cry out, “NO!” I climb on the bed and straddle you, you know what’s coming and the anticipation is driving you mad. “Do you want me?” I whisper against your lips. “Oh God yes!” you say pleading with your voice. I slide along your shaft with my wet dripping cunt lips. “Are you sure?” I ask. You thrust your hips up raising me off the bed with your hips. “What the hell do you think??” you say fighting to keep calm. I laugh again and sigh and lean forward to take off the blindfold. I want you to watch as I take you. I turn around and leaning forward, I begin to slide myself down your cock. You can see my ass and you can see my pussy swallowing your cock. Your hands make fists but are still tied to the bed. Once I’m seated on you completely, I lean back feeling your cock head against my front wall, and I tighten my muscles around you. I can feel your body straining to move and your arms are shaking with the tension of wanting to be free. I lean back and unhook your hands and then lose all focus as you grab my hips and pull me down onto you hard. You become a wild thing, scratching at my back and thrusting up into me hard. I gasp with each thrust as I feel your cock hit my center. I tighten around you and I begin to massage my clit hard and fast. Quickly the sensation builds and I begin to shake from the build up and the effort. You use my hips to pull me down onto you harder and harder. We both cry out with wanting, need, effort, and near release. “I LOVE YOU!” I scream at the top of my lungs as the damn breaks and I fall into ecstasy clenching around you faster than anything you’ve felt before. This sensation combined with my words of love being screamed out sends you over the edge too, crying out with release. You cum deep in me which triggers another orgasm for me. I begin to cry from the emotional release and the emotion I feel for you. I collapse backwards onto your chest sobbing and you slowly slide out of me as you begin to soften. You slide me to the side of you and cradle me in your arms, making shushing noises, and telling me you love me over and over. I begin to shake from head to toe as my body realizes the amount of effort it has just put forth. As I begin to quiet, you kiss my forehead and sit up, pulling me with you as you do. “Baby, I have something to say to you.” you begin. I look at you confused and wary. You move to the bedside table and pull something out of the drawer. Turning back to me you smile and say, “Marry me?” I begin to cry harder as I say,” YES!” I tackle you and smother you with kisses and we laugh…. Our life has only begun! Dinner Date "Are we late?" I asked Kerry while glancing at my watch. She looked over my shoulder, into the restaurant. "Early I think. I don't see them." The maitre d' approached the podium, smiling at us. He led us to our table, a rounded booth with two chairs on the opposite end, near the back of the restaurant. It was dark, lit by a candle and a dim hanging light above us. Kerry slid into the booth and I paused, admiring her long legs and the way the material of her skirt accentuated the shape of her thighs. She smoothed the skirt under her as she sat down and she looked up at me with a smile, the same smile she wore whenever she caught me looking intently at her. I smiled back in what I hoped was a casual manner before I sat down beside her, unbuttoning my blazer as I did so. She looked over at me and said, "Turn this way, your tie is crooked." She reached up to straighten the double Windsor knot and I took the opportunity to gaze at her beautiful lips, her perfectly sculpted nose and cheekbones. Kerry was radiant that night and when her eyes lifted to meet mine she smiled again, "Did you know that your eyes turn a darker green when you're aroused?" "They must be pretty dark now." I whispered. "Don't you two start." The male counterpart of our dinner guests said. His female guest laughed softly as they stood in front of the table, smiling down at us. The dinner was delicious, though I can't for the life of me remember what anyone ordered. The cause for my selective amnesia was due to Kerry, as she was close beside me throughout the meal. Our legs were almost in constant, though fleeting contact. A rub of her thigh against mine, a slight pressure as I moved my knee down her leg. Every time Kerry leaned forward to take a sip of her drink, I would run my hand slowly down her back, against the sweater she wore. As we all chatted, I would reach behind her to rub her neck, or twirl a lock of her hair. The four of us talked about work, and the school system, and politics and the environment, but my heart wasn't in to it. I only wanted to touch the woman beside me. Her hand went to my leg; at first I only noticed a small pressure as she gently squeezed my leg above the knee. My hand went from her neck, down her spine, to rest in the small of her back. I slowly worked my hand under her sweater, the feel of her skin making my pulse quicken as I stroked my thumb against her soft skin. She began to slowly rub my leg, at first it was almost an imperceptible movement, but it seemed that every one of my nerve endings were aware, straining in an electric pulse. I moved hand down, my fingers sliding under the waistband of her skirt and was about to continue downward when Kerry leaned back, pressing my hand, wrist and forearm against the seat. She smiled devilishly without looking at me and her hand went inside my thigh, up against my crotch and remained there. The back of her hand was against my balls, applying just enough pressure for my breath to quicken. She leaned forward again and her hand ran down my leg, toward my knee. I let out a small breath, a brief respite from the delicious torture. I kept my hand under her sweater, caressing her back, sliding one finger under her bra strap and running it sideways, wanting to unhook it… to push her back and lift her sweater up so I could… "Anything for dessert?" The waiter asked. Just then the cell phone belonging to the woman was ringing and as she dug into her purse to retrieve it, Kerry's hand went directly over my crotch, slowly squeezing, massaging my cock and balls, her palm applying more pressure as she looked at the woman, searching for her phone. No one noticed as I let out a short, husky gasp. My legs spread open a little as Kerry continued her ministrations. Her fingers finding me, my cock being engorged and swollen as Kerry grasped me in her hand. She leaned over casually and whispered in my ear, "Do you like that?" I couldn't even nod. I was frozen. Her lips grazed my ear, "Do you like that? Me rubbing you like this? Tell me." I nodded as casually as I could. Her thumb and forefinger took hold of the zipper and brought it down in one deft movement. "I bet you want me to suck it." She whispered and just then the gentleman across from us was addressing me. I answered, God knows how, but I made some kind of reply. Kerry's hand continued to stroke and press and manipulate me and I swallowed loudly. As her hand encircled me, she pumped my cock once, twice, and had to reach down and take hold of her hand, reluctantly removing it. Kerry chuckled, apparently to our guests, but I knew it was meant for me, it was a victorious, sexy laugh. My zipper was still undone and my erection was freed, straining against the material of my underwear. As we drank our coffee and picked at our desserts Kerry would brush her hand against the tip of my cock, sending an electric rush of excitement to my brain. Instead of fighting back, I reached down to place my hand on her leg, slowly lifting her skirt. A centimeter at a time, gently squeezing, slowly caressing her smooth, milky thigh. Kerry remained impassive, though she opened her legs further as my hand drifted up to her inner thigh. She smiled and chatted, but I finally caught a note of her true state as she licked her lips and I saw goose bumps on her arm. Slowly my hand rode up, my fingers making little circles and when I expected to feel the material of her panties, it was the moist heat of her pussy. My hand stopped, I was shocked and I saw her smile again, pressing her mound against my hand, forcing me to realize that she was naked under her skirt and wet and hot and her hips gyrated slightly, moving her pussy against my fingers. I began to stroke her lovingly, softly parting her lips, and then feeling the achingly smooth skin between her lips and the crease of her pelvis. I rubbed her gently, the very tip of my middle finger going in between her lips. The wet lips accepted the entry of my finger, and I moved it just inside, in and out, in and out, never far in, just enough to tease and torment. I sped up the movement of my fingers, increased the pressure, and masturbated her delicious little pussy until I felt her hand grip my thigh and we slowed down… Once again, she reached into my pants and cupped my balls, as I stroked the length of her pussy, from her pubic hair, enjoying the smooth roughness of it under my hand, then down, in a slow meandering line to the cleft of her ass. I have no idea how long we tormented each other, but when she announced that she needed to "freshen up" I asked if there was a house phone. I had to make an important phone call. Please excuse us, won't take a minute, be right back. Kerry went to the bathroom and I detoured around the bar, behind a row of plants, a quick furtive glance and then I pushed open the bathroom door. Kerry was standing in front of an open stall. Neither of us were smiling, neither of us spoke a word but I rushed to her and she almost fell back as I barreled inside the stall, locking the door. We were at each other in an instant, our mouth clashing in deep, furtive kisses, our tongues dueling, fighting, stabbing in and out of each other's mouths. My hands kneaded her breasts as we kissed, her hands pushing down on my pants. I felt my erection spring out of my underwear as she pushed them down past my knees and I reached under her skirt, lifting it up and a pause, a mere millisecond of a pause, as our eyes locked fiercely. I pushed against her, and I moved the head of my cock against her slick pussy. I moved it in between her lips, and Kerry flicked her head side to side in a lightning shake, telling me NO in so many words… I dropped down to my knees, holding her skirt against her hips as I forced myself to slow down, to enjoy myself. I gave her mons a soft kiss, running my tongue up the length of her pussy. "Mmmmmm, yeah, lick it for me." She sighed. I kept licking her; sending my tongue inside her briefly, then back out to kiss her clit. Her pussy was so wet, so delicious… I didn't want to stop as her hips began to grind against my face, her hands gripping me by the hair, pulling me into her, demanding that I lick her harder. Her moans echoed off the walls and she pulled me to my feet. Just as I stood up, we kissed each other ferociously, and her hand encircled my pulsing cock. She jerked it twice, three times, and I pushed inside her, my hands on her hips, digging into her and her arm was around my shoulder, her other hand on my ass, pulling me inside. My hips were like a machine, and the smack of our flesh seemed deafening. Her back was flat against the wall of the stall, and it groaned with each push and creaked with each thrust. We pumped at each other, fucking like mad, and we moaned loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. We grunted with each thrust and soon there were primal growls erupting from my throat and I growled that I loved fucking her, that I wanted to fuck her harder and harder and she moaned as the slick sound of wet flesh smacked. I pushed her against the wall harder and she gripped me tighter. I put my hands on her ass, gripping her firmly and lifted her up, then down – my hips pushing up, my hands forcing her down on each rhythmic thrust. Faster, faster we fucked and moaned louder, louder. The world seemed to shake around her as I felt the walls inside her clutch me tight, then the rippling flesh inside her… I let loose and as I came, my open mouth against her neck, she must have felt my moan inside her throat. I kept pushing, thrusting harder as my come shot out, gushing in a scalding torrent. Soon we slowed, and our bodies felt an ache previously unnoticed and our breath came out in great gasps as we kissed deeply… Dinner Date My mind had been occupied with you all day and as I drove to pick you up, I kept wondering what you would wear to dinner over your new fishnets. You had teased me many times by showing me advertisements of dresses and skirts that you wanted to buy or had bought. I was easily manipulated by your teasing innuendo and hints about how your legs looked in the fishnet stockings under your new skirt. I was aroused even without seeing you in them. Your words were always carefully chosen to suck me in and yet hold me back. I hated the way you toyed with me so easily, yet I loved being drawn into that fantasy. Many times as I drove, I found my hand in my lap, rubbing as I imagined watching you as you dressed or as you moved about some performing some tedious chore, unaware of my presence. I wondered if you knew how you provoked me. I was sure you did, otherwise you would not have continued. I knew you fantasized about slow torture of an exquisite type...withheld touches and caresses, and looks full of promises that were never fulfilled. I knew you would be exhilarated to have me captive as you posed and vogued near me, allowing your scent to fill my nostrils and work it's pheromic duty on my animalistic psyche. I knew you relished the power you have over my simple desire and lust for you, but I also knew that you have the same desire as I, and you are also vulnerable to my careful touch at the right moment. It was my goal to maneuver you into that right moment. My touch was well rehearsed and planned and I knew you were mine, given that small opportunity. The car sped through the night and soon I reached your house. I saw that only one light was on and I crept around to peek into that window. The drapes concealed most of the room, but as I moved to the edge of the window, I could see you walking about. You were in a robe and were gathering your clothing and laying it on the bed. I looked around to be sure no one else was outside and when I was satisfied, I continued watching you. You sat before your dresser and dried your hair, then you rose and moved out of my sight. When you cam back into view, you were wearing a bra and brown fishnet pantyhose. You sat down and pulled on panties and stood before the mirror and pulled the pantyhose tight and worked them up your legs for the right fit. I felt a stirring as I watched you, and I took a deep breath. You put your blouse on and buttoned it then stepped into your skirt. You fastened it and turned it to the correct position, then looked at yourself in the mirror. I saw your hands slide across your belly and lightly touch your thighs. You then sat down and watched yourself in the mirror as you crossed your legs. I am sure you were studying how much leg you would be exposing with each move. I saw you sit with legs apart as you glanced at your thighs. That very spot would be an area of interest to me as well. My pants felt tighter and I rubbed and tried to rearrange the bulge that was growing under my zipper. I debated whether I should knock on your door in that aroused state or not. For a brief instant, I fantasized about your response as you saw me standing there with a guilty and lustful expression and an apparent erection barely restrained by my slacks. I decided to wait a bit and watch you longer. You continued your preparation. I unzipped my slacks and my eager cock found the opening. I felt the cool air against the hotness of my cock flesh. I slowly stroked as I watched you. You applied slight makeup and brushed your hair again, then stood and raised your skirt. I watched in amazement as you lowered your panties and stepped out of them. I could see your slit under the sheerness of the pantyhose. Your hand slid down the front panel of your pantyhose and your finger traced the shape as if illustrating the location of access to your womaness. You pressed your fingers against and between your labia as I stroked my cock. I could have easily cum all over your shrubs as I watched you, but you stopped and lowered your skirt. I paused to save my cum for a more appropriate location. I saw you leave the room and I hurried around the corner and rang your door bell. You answered in a few seconds. "Hello, my love." "Hi baby", you opened the door and welcomed me inside. I waited for you to lead the way into the living area. You turned to me and smiled. I reached for you and pulled you to me. We kissed. You tasted so good. Your lips are full and your mouth was wet and hot and I sucked your tongue, succumbing to your charms. You returned my kiss with equal ardor and we clutched at each other and soon were grinding our bodies together. You pulled back for a breath and laughed. "Are you glad to see me or is that a banana in your pocket?" "Why don't you find out." You smiled at me as you unzipped my slacks and reached in to feel my throbbing cock leap to your hand. "Uuummm, hun. I think it likes me." "Yes it does and I think it wants to show you how much." "How?" I didn't answer as you knelt down and sucked my cock between your lips. Your hungry mouth pulled it deep inside and I felt the hotness of your tongue and the roof of your mouth as you lavished your tongue over the shaft. I always marveled at your skill and wondered if it was gained by instinct or practice. It didn't matter, I decided as I leaned back and enjoyed your mouth. I looked down at you as your concentration was focused on my cock. Your eyes stared at me as you pulled away from my cock so I could see the head disappear again between your red lips. You pulled back and swirled your tongue across the head and flicked it up and down and then held my cock straight up as you licked my balls then up the shaft. I felt the tightness in my balls and tried to control myself. You licked and sucked and toyed with me until I pulled away. You stared at me with a pouty, petulant look. "Give it back." "I will give it back in a moment." I pulled you up and into my arms. My cock nudged against you as we kissed. My hands quickly moved down your ass and I cupped your buttocks and squeezed you against my cock, which was confined between us against your belly. I felt your firm ass and then slid my hand under your skirt around to the front between us. I felt the texture of your stockings and I worked my way up to the V between your legs. I heard a small gasp as I felt between your legs and found your slit. Your stockings were damp and as I pressed my finger against you, I felt it slide inside between your lips. You kissed me violently and pulled me to you harder. I pressed my finger deeper into you and I rubbed up and down between your lips, pressing the wet fabric into your hungry pussy. I needed to feel the softness of your flesh and I pawed at your pantyhose in vain. I broke the kiss and moved away from you far enough to grab the pantyhose at your pussy and I pulled it until I felt it tear apart at the crotch reinforcement. I pulled it as you stood still, unbelieving my urgency. Soon I was able to get my finger into your pussy and I slide it back inside you. You stood legs slightly apart and stared at me as I fingered your hot cunt very deliberately. I removed my finger and I pulled you back to me. My cock pressed down against your pussy as you threw your arms around my neck. We kissed again as I reached down and felt your buttocks. I moved from your ass under your thighs and when I had my hands well on the back on your thighs I raised you up off of the floor. You swung your legs around my waist. I grabbed a better hold of your thighs and ass and I raised you up slightly, so my cock could swing under you. When I felt it in position between your legs, I lowered you down until I felt the wetness of your pussy against my upright cock head. You groaned as my cock started to slide inside you. Your legs tightened around me as you pulled yourself onto my cock. I pushed back and felt the tightness deep inside your vagina. I stroked against you and felt you flexing your legs to pull against me tighter too. I moved to the wall and turned so that your feet were against the wall. I leaned back and you were able to push your legs straight which moved you back on my cock. By straightening and wrapping your legs, you were able to fuck yourself on my cock. I kissed your neck as you held me tight. We heaved against each other in the grip of passion. Then, I turned you so that your back was against the wall and holding you there, I drove my stiff cock into you harder and deeper than ever before. You moaned at the savagery of my thrusts and bit my lips as I plowed into you over and over. I held you against the wall, my hands carrying your weight. Your arms held tight around my neck as I flung against you, crushing your breasts under the weight of my thrusts. You groaned and moaned and drove me on with your guttural taunts. "Yes, fuck my poor little pussy. Fuck it good. Take it and make it yours. Fuck me like the slut I am." You needn't tell me, as I was intent on fucking you as hard as I could. My cock had a mind of its own and it was out of my control as it drove into your slick pussy without mercy. My balls spanked your legs with each thrust and the smell of sex was overpowering as the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled our ears. My legs were sore and soon I struggled to stand upright, so I staggered to the sofa and we fell back onto it, with you still impaled on my cock. I lay on you and pushed your legs back toward your shoulders and drove on. You held your legs back and apart as my cock slammed between your swollen lips. I pushed your blouse up as far as I could, trying to expose your breasts. You squirmed as you helped raise your blouse and soon, I could see your bra. I pushed the cups up over your breasts and as I pinched your nipples, I pushed my cock deep inside you and held it there. Your pussy squeezed around my cock as I pinched and pulled your nipples. I felt them stiffen between my fingers as you milked my cock. I collapsed down on you and we kissed passionately and desperately. You continued to grind your pussy against me as you pleaded for my cum. I relaxed then and allowed my cock to have its pleasure. The hot cum flowed up through my cock and pumped into your pussy in long spurts. You kissed me softly as my cock drained inside you. You wrapped your arms around me and we held each other tight as we lay there together. When we recovered, we lay beside each other silently. Then I raised up on my elbow. "Where are we going to dinner? I want to see those new fishnets and skirt I have heard so much about." You laughed as you slapped me. "Yeah, maybe next time, I'll just meet you at the restaurant." I laughed as I tickled you. You screamed as you rolled, trying to get away. Dinner Date (Audio) * * * * * Click Here to listen. (15 min/mp3) * * * * * A young woman stepped into the crowed restaurant. It was like any other chain family restaurant on a Saturday night. The waiting area was full of disgruntled patrons waiting for a table. It was cluttered mostly with families and dating couples and she had to push her way past many of them to get to the dinning area. When she finally broke free of the crowd, she scanned the room, vainly searching for him. "How many?" The slutty hostess asked her, smiling politely. The waitress was wearing a tight, plunge v-neck shirt. One quick look at her chest and it was easy to see why management had put her at the door to greet the incoming guests. At that moment, a commotion from a table of rambunctious teenagers caught her attention. When she looked over she spotted him. He was sitting nearby, but in a secluded corner booth near the back. She waved off the waitress and proceeded through the labyrinth of tables, bus boys, and waiters. When she finally got to his booth she quickly slid into the seat opposite him. He smiled seductively at her and their eyes locked. "Hi," it was all he said but that alone made her melt. She had seen pictures of him already, heard his voice, but it had been a long time since she had actually been with him. Pictures of his naked body and massive cock flashed into her mind as she remembered their late night exchanges of emails and phone calls. "Hi," she replied, trying to compose herself, pushing the mental images from her mind. "I'm glad you made it. I've wanted to see you for a long time." He said. A waiter approached their table asking for their drink order. They both ordered beer and the waiter left. He turned his gaze back on her. It felt like he was looking right through her. Already she could feel the moisture building in her panties. "So, how was your drive," He asked her politely. She knew he really didn't care and was only trying to make small talk. All they wanted to do was rip off each others clothes and fuck like wild animals right there on the table. Unfortunately, that wasn't to be just yet. "Fine," she replied, "no traffic or anything." "That's good," he said as she felt something touch her calf. She knew instantly that it was his leg. She rubbed him back and smiled. It was nice to have dinner with him and spend some time, but was this all they could do, flirt and play footsies under the table. She looked at the edge of the table and pondered the possibilities. There was a short tablecloth, and next to them was a partial wall and a small potted tree. Since they were in the back of the restaurant, there was no traffic, save for their own waiter. "I asked for this table specifically," He said watching her study the layout. "Not a bad choice," she responded and removed one of the strappy heel shoes she was wearing. She moved her naked foot up his pant leg, touching his bare ankle. She breathed heavily enjoying their first skin to skin touch. As she glanced over at him she noticed his eyes were closed, obviously enjoying it too. Just then their waiter wheeled around the wall presenting their beers. "Are we ready to order then?" He asked as he set the beers down in front of them. She quickly withdrew her foot. Neither one of them had even thought about looking at the menu yet. "Maybe a few more minutes," the waiter said as he noticed the menus folded at the end of the table, exactly where he had left them earlier. "Yes, please," her man instructed. The waiter left and they both turned to each other and chuckled. They picked up their respectively menus and began to look them over. She was only half-reading it though, and she returned her foot and moved it further up his leg. She heard him draw a deep breath at her touch, and figured that was permission to continue. When her foot reached his knee she found his pants would go no higher. She tickled his calf with her bare toes for a moment and then let his pant leg fall back to its place. Her foot however, continued moving higher until she was past his knee and pressing her toes into the inner part of his thigh. She looked at him over the menu and saw that he had his eyes closed again, enjoying the sensation. She pressed on, her foot extended almost completely out, until she was also able to put her heel into his thigh as well. Her foot was now flat against his leg, with her toes dangerously close to his groin. She could tell by how tightly drawn the crotch of his pants were, that he was already hard and erect. She then felt his hand grab the top of her foot. He stroked it slowly and delicately, tracing the outlines of her toes and each one of its small bones. He then picked it off his leg and began to massage her soles. She leaned back with a quiet moan, enjoying the deep foot rub she was getting. It was making her so relaxed, so aroused, and so wet. As she opened her eyes lazily she spotted their waiter over the partial wall that screened what was happening below their table from the rest of the restaurant. She withdrew her foot just as he turned the corner. "Are we all decided yet?" he asked. "Um, yes," her man spoke up, "I'll just take the, um, special burger." She could tell he hadn't been reading the menu either. His fumbling gave her some time to give it a quick scan. "And I'll just have the chicken Caesar salad please," she said. "Very good, I'll put this in right away," he said as he scribbled down their orders in his notebook, "is there anything else I can get you." "No, we are fine," her man said turning back to look at her with a smile. She returned it with a devilish one of her own. She scooted herself down in her seat allowing her to extend out her legs fully. She placed her foot back in his lap, but this time, pushed it up against his hard cock. The moment she touched it a tingle went through her pussy. It was rock hard and she could feel its warmth through his pants. She imagined it, all cramped in his jeans and how painful it must be. She rubbed his crotch with her feet, staring at his face the whole time. When he opened his eyes to look at her, she mouthed silently to him to take it out. He looked around nervously to confirm no one was watching, and then, in a few quick motions, he unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free. Using the large cloth napkins he covered it under the table as best he could. Anyone passing by wouldn't notice, or at least that's what he hoped. With his cock now free of its confines, she slipped off her other heel and brought both naked feet up to his groin. Tenderly she placed his member between her feet, hugging it. It felt like it was on fire, and she could feel it pulsing against her, begging to be milked. She decided to oblige. She spread her knees so that she could cup his cock with the bottoms of her feet. Her silky soles and soft arches slide easily along his length. Applying a little pressure she began to move her feet up and down his long shaft. When she reached the head of his prick, she could feel the wetness of his pre-cum and she smeared it around with her toes, lubricating her motions. She looked over at him and saw that he was breathing rapidly as his pleasure built. Watching him like this made her pussy cream and she moved a hand in-between her legs. Pulling her damp panties to the side she began to rub her slick clit. She bit her lower lip against the pleasure and squeezed his cock even tighter with her feet. She stroked him as fast as she could and could hear the occasional muffled groan coming from him. She could tell he was close and she drove her fingers deep into her own pussy as she watched him. He now had her feet in his hands and was squeezing them together, moving them up and down even faster. She let him take over. He was pressing her so hard against him that she could feel every individual vein and ripple on his huge dick. Then with a groan she felt him tense up. His cock swelled slightly and then his hips began to buck in uncontrollable spasms. She felt a warm liquid spray against the tops of her toes. As he continued to fuck her feet, it smeared all over her soles and arches as well. She could feel the sticky warmth being spread across the tops of her feet and in-between her delicate toes. Eventually he was spent and he released her. She continued to stroke him slowly, milking his semi-erect cock. Pearls of cum appeared at the tip with each squeeze and she collected them on her feet, which were now drenched in his cum. Large globs hung from the tops of her feet and dangled from her arches. When she wiggled her toes, she could feel web of sticky sperm between each one. She spied the waiter coming toward them again, this time with a tray of food. Quickly she sat up and dropped her feet to the floor with a wet squish. He reached down and with a napkin covered his cock as best he could. They both froze, hoping the waiter hadn't noticed anything. He didn't even look at them however. He quickly unloaded the food in front of them, asked them if they needed anything else, and turned and left. It was a busy night and one of the larger groups was monopolizing his time. When the waiter had left she looked back over at him. He was inspecting the mess she had made in his crotch and trying to tidy up with a paper napkin. "Don't worry about that just yet," she whispered seductively over at him, "I'm not done with you yet." He looked up at her, just as she dropped underneath the table and out of sight. The next thing he felt were her soft hands on his cock followed by her warm breath. He slid down in the seat to give her better access and she began to lick the cum off of him like a Popsicle. As she licked and teased him with her tongue he began to get hard again. Under the table, she was on her knees, her face in his crotch. With one hand she cupped his balls and rolled them gently between her fingers. With the other, she held his cock up. As she continued her cleaning, she could feel him getting hard in her hand. Diligently she continued licking and kissing every part of his glorious member, coaxing it to grow and become strong again. His cock was now polished, spotless, and again fully erect. She admired it for a moment, letting the head swell up purple and wanting as she blew on it teasingly. Holding him firmly at the base of his shaft, she took him into her mouth. She held him in her warm, wet mouth for a few minutes, swirling her tongue around the tip. She then positioned her tongue underneath it, pinning him to the roof of her mouth. Moving her face back and forth, she began the blowjob. His thighs twitched uncontrollably as she quickened her pace, and increased her depth. Each thrust took him a little bit deeper until eventually he was hitting the back of her throat. Relaxing the muscles in her neck, she swallowed him on the next thrust, plunging her face on top of him until her nose touched the base of his giant member. She held him there for a moment, her throat muscles spasming around him, until she couldn't take it anymore. She lifted off of his cock with a wet cough. She took a couple of quick breaths and then swallowed him down again. She repeated this over and over and it became easier each time. They had now moved from pleasant blowjob to a violent throat fuck. Each penetration drew out spit and saliva that ran down her chin and neck. Her eyes were watering causing her makeup to pool in dark black blotches. He grunted and she felt his hands dig into her hair at the back of her head. With one forceful motion he pushed her down on top of him. She felt his balls tighten and lift up as he unloaded his seed. She felt the steamy jets hit the back of her throat and she coughed, gagged, and clawed at his legs wildly, but he held her fast, forcing her to swallow it. She knew the gag reflex in her neck was only squeezing him tighter sending his orgasm even higher. When he had finished he released her and she pulled herself off of him coughing up sperm and saliva onto her chin and the ground. Although the ordeal was uncomfortable, she knew he loved it and held nothing against him. She slid back up to her seat and wiped the spooge off her face as best she could. Looking over at him he smiled and mouthed a silent thank you. "You owe me mister," she said sternly. "I know, I know," he replied smiling, "I will make it up to you when we get in the car." "I think it is time for us to go then," she said looking at herself in her compact mirror. Her hair was disheveled and her eye make-up was running down her cheeks. They hadn't touched their food but they both knew this encounter wasn't about eating. He zipped up his pants, a very noticeable wet stain covered his crotch and ran down part of his pant leg, and threw a couple of twenties on the table for the meal. She slipped on her heels easily, her feet still coated in his slippery cum. An audible squishing noise could be heard from her feet as she took a step and she looked down embarrassed. They both hurried out of the restaurant and into the parking lot toward his car. -- I hope you enjoyed this short story. Please send me some feedback on what you think. I'm no writer but I sure do like to fantasize. I appreciate all your comments and criticisms.