0 comments/ 10728 views/ 0 favorites Dinner Out Ch. 01 By: cutewht26mtoplsyou *all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental* After a long day at work it was finally good to be home! She tosses her keys on the table next to the mail and lays the purse on the sofa. Moving across the living room she reaches the lamp on the side table, bending over to flip the switch at the base. When the light refuses to turn on at her touch, she idly bites her lower lip and steps back to examine the obstinate lamp. "Oh come on! Stupid light bulb" she mutters to herself as she moves to the kitchen cabinet to replace it. Remembering the bulbs stored in the upper cabinet, she reaches high to pull them off the top shelf when the presence of another moves up her spine. Pausing as she feels the slight chill on the back of her neck, she gasps when a strong hand grasps her wrist. As her arm is firmly pulled behind her back, a moan escapes her lips as she attempts to twist around. She can feel his breath on the back of her neck as both hands are pulled together behind her. Feeling the soft satin of the restraints as her wrists are bound, the knot is pulled tight and her attempts to pull her hands away prove futile. "What is this?" she asks, her requests being met only with silence as the dark room goes even darker when a satin blindfold is pulled across her eyes. Her other senses heighten at the loss of vision and she becomes distinctly aware of his presence close behind her as his hands begin to massage deeply up her thighs. The business skirt she is wearing proves no match for his caress, and soon the palm of his hand is running firmly over the front of her panties, bringing a gasp to her lips. His fingers prove adept at bringing her wetness to the surface, staining the front of the thin underwear. Soon her skirt is low around her ankles and she feels the air across her cheeks left bare around the thong. Her world spins as she is quickly spun around and she feels the cool of the countertop pressing against her bare skin. The hands that have proved so experienced at making her moist are soon pressing insistently through her blouse into her ample breasts, bringing another low utterance from deep in her chest. With a quick flourish and little warning her blouse is firmly ripped open and her bra pulled down, her tit flesh overflowing the silk cups into the cool air of the kitchen. Her gasp is met with a soft moan when a warm mouth quickly finds first one firm nipple before latching onto the second. Her breathing quickens as the warm embrace of wet lips leaves her nipples hard and glistening. Before her mind can register the complete pleasure to be gained through such manipulations, she is quick to squeal as her flimsy thong is pulled roughly down her thighs. The hands that have been roaming over her body adeptly slide the thong off her silky smooth legs and grasp her legs in a firm grip. With a quickness and strength that leave her panting she is lifted until sitting on the cool counter top. With a steady touch her thighs are soon splayed open and she feels the wetness coating her lips, a wetness that is soon matched by a warm and throbbing insistence to have her. Her hands clench in the silk restraints behind her back and her head rolls back to rest against the cabinet as she feels her dripping pussy beginning to open around the firmness of his manhood. The throbbing that she can feel in her own clit is soon matched by the heat of his cock slowly sliding deeper inside her. Her moan at his insistent intrusion is soon transformed into a squeal of delight when she feels the return of the warm mouth to her exposed and heaving breasts. As he pushes deeper inside her depths, filling places that long to be explored, the tongue continues its trek up her neck. Finding an ear lobe, the tongue is quickly replaced with teeth that both bite and pull at the sensitive flesh. With a final groan of pleasure that reverberates through the kitchen she feels her clit pressed tight against warm skin as his cock reaches deep inside her. With but a brief pause she is soon left open again, only to have the emptiness replaced with his cock once more. Over and over this repeats until she feels that she will go crazy with lust before finally moaning out the words that she has longed to utter... "Fuck me" she moans. The slow, rhythmic motion that has teased her thus far soon gives way to the harder, more insistent fucking that she deeply craves. The sound of her gasping at his firm handling of her hanging breasts is quickly drowned out by the wet sound of her pussy gushing over his firm cock. An orgasm, she hopes the first of many that night, overtakes her body as she spasms both on the counter and on the end of his rod. Pulling out slowly she blushes at the sound of her moistness regrettably giving up his dick to the cold air. Feeling his hands on her waist, she is pulled down roughly from the counter top onto shaking legs. With the firm grip of his hand on the back of her neck, she feels herself being pulled in the direction of the living room. Following along blindly, she stumbles through the dark of the blindfold. "Hey!" she exclaims as she feels the unmoving sofa hit against her waist. Before realizing what this obstruction portends, she feels a strong hand behind her shoulders pushing her down and over the couch. Insistent hands pulling apart her firm ass are quickly replaced by the now familiar cock thrusting back deep inside her. The soft material of the couch against her stomach and hanging tits proves her savior as her firm fucking resumes. Without warning her upturned ass quickly becomes the object of quick slaps and firm spankings, turning her white cheeks a rosy pink. As the deep penetration of her pussy continues, the hands she now knows so well become entwined in the strands of her hair. As the cock continues to thrust deep inside her pussy, stimulating that spot that will soon have her begging for his load, her head is pulled back and her mouth opens in a low moan. "Please...." she gasps out between her moans. "Please fuck me harder." The pace of the cock pounding into her pussy grows faster and faster, the sound of the smacking against her ass being drowned out only by her gasps and moans. She feels his dick begin to throb as an orgasm overtakes her once again. Soon she feels the pulsating reach a swollen climax when stream after stream of his cum coat her insides, pushing her own orgasm to stronger heights. The gasps she can hear from behind her match her own as she feels their essence mingling inside. The low utterance of a wishful moan escapes her lips when he withdraws, leaving her open and wanting more. She feels herself being pulled up and the restraints removed from her wrists. Reaching up to remove the blindfold, her vision returns to see him standing here with the blouse in his hands. "It looks like you need a new button. I hope you don't mind" he asks as an evil grin spreads across his features. "Now put this on and get dressed," he instructs, he handing her a black thong. "We're late for dinner." Dinner Out Ch. 02 *all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental* Walking back to their bedroom to get dressed, she feels a lingering weakness in her knees. What's gotten into him tonight! She hadn't been taken like that in a long time and feeling him both outside and in always left her wanting more. I wonder what else he has planned for tonight, she wonders as the sight on the bed brings a smile to her lips. A black dress and heels are laid out on the bed, both unrecognizable from her wardrobe. How long had he been home before she arrived? And how long had he been planning the night ahead?? Moving to the bed and laying the black thong he had handed her to the side, she picks up the dress off the comforter and holds it up to the light. Made of a sleek material blend that seems to slip through her fingers, the dress has sheen to it and will hug her curves nicely. Tugging it over her head she slips it down her body, adjusting her ample top into the support it provides and latching the eye-hook enclosures in the back. Looking down her body she can't stop herself from laughing at the sight her chest presents in the padded built-in bra. No wonder he picked out this dress! Her girls are practically falling out the front! The length ends shortly above her knees and reveals her smooth calves nicely. Moving back to the bed she enjoys the feel of the nylon blend moving across her skin. Picking up the thong he bought her she turns it over in her hands giving it a quick inspection. Seeing it's made of a heavier latex material she steps into it and pulls it up her legs, not giving it a second thought. Seating it between the globes of her round backside, she lets the dress fall back down her thighs. Taking up the high heels she steps into them, glad that he chose her favorite and most comfortable heels for the night's activities. At least her feet won't be too uncomfortable! Grabbing her black clutch purse from the top of the bureau she heads back out into the living room, catching the tail end of his phone call to her favorite restaurant. So that's where he's taking her to dinner! Hanging up the phone and turning to her in the doorway, he smiles at the new outfit. She gives a playful little spin to show off the dress, matching his smile with one of her own. "Look at you! Someone certainly has great taste!" he comments, grabbing his keys and heading to the front door. "We don't want to be late so get that sexy ass in gear" he jokes, giving her a playful smack on the ass as she walks past. Moving down the pathway arm in arm, she soon finds herself comfortably relaxed in the passenger seat as he drives them to dinner. Plugging his phone into the car's sound system and putting the play list on random, he reaches over and takes her hand into his own. "So I assume you enjoyed your welcome home?" she hears him ask playfully, sensing the smile on his face. "Do you even have to ask?" she asks playfully, giving his hand a squeeze. "Not really," he replies. "But it never hurts the ego to hear it!" "Your ego, huh? Well rest assured your egOOOOOOO" her flirtation ending in a yelp, cut short by a strong vibration over her clitoris that steals her breath away. Her hand clamps down on his while her head snaps around, her eyes wide from the sudden tingle in her panties. "What the fuck was that???" she gasps. "Now, now. That's no way for a lady to talk, is it?" And his smile grows wider as another strong pulse moves over her pussy, causing her breath to quicken and her chest to rise and fall. The full realization of her vibrating panty predicament is quickly replaced by a repeating rhythm up and down the crotch of her underwear. Moving to the beat of the music from his phone, the untiring device between her legs brings the tickle that she is so fond of to her snatch. "You bastard" she pants out between heaving breaths. "What did I say about that language? You won't be able to talk that way in public you know" he says with a wink. "You wouldn't dare!" she squeals loudly, both hands squeezing tight as the quickening vibrations over her clit push her closer to an orgasm. "I guess we'll see about that won't we? Now why don't you just lay back and enjoy the ride" he suggests, pulling onto the highway and holding down the button to recline her seat back. Closing her eyes and settling back into the chair, she quickly finds herself carried away by the pulsations between her legs and the music filling the car. As the tempo picks up and the vibrations increase, her free hand seems to move to her chest of its own accord. Feeling her nipples harden under the fabric her fingers are soon under the material and pinching them tenderly, eliciting a soft moan from between her lips. Releasing his grip, her other hand soon joins the first in massaging her heaving breasts, kneading them hard as the ecstasy reaches a climax. An orgasm overtakes her pussy and travels up her spine, leaving her scalp tingling and her cheeks flushed. When the song ends and the vibrations cease she looks over to see him staring back at her. "You better keep your eyes on the road mister" she manages to gasp out, still playfully groping her own breasts as another song comes over the speakers and the vibrations continue. Unable to resist the urges coming from between her legs, she reaches one hand down to the panties and feels the latex pressed into her wetness. Strumming her fingers over the material the light caress quickly turns more firm as she presses the thong harder against her own clit. Her moans fill the car as the infernal pulsating panties push her throbbing pussy over the edge a second time. The vibrations soon grow faint when the volume is turned down and she notices that the car has come to a stop in the parking lot of the restaurant. Looking over to him she is greeted by the sight of a noticeable bulge in his slacks. Reaching over to grab him through his pants she gives it a squeeze. "Looks like someone enjoyed that almost as much as I did" she jokes, rubbing him through the thin material. "I doubt that. We'll have to see if I enjoy the next show better" he hints, getting out of the car to walk around and open the door for her. The 'next show' she wonders....