2 comments/ 43247 views/ 4 favorites Fine Dining By: Schmal Let me introduce us first. We are a couple in the mid-thirties and live in the South-East of the United States. My wife Barbara and I are married since eight years. Our sex live is good and we prefer quality over quantity. Barbara is 5'5", long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her smile melts me and she has beautiful breasts, size 42B, with large nipples I like to suck on and make them hard. Her ass is nice round and looks incredible sexy in tight jeans. My name is Walter and I am 5'7", 160 pounds, 6" cock that has a good size girth to keep the lady happy. I have short brown hair, blue eyes, and a mustache. Once in a while my wife Barbara and I like to go out for gourmet food in a fine restaurant which also offers an exquisite wine selection. We do this to spoil ourselves reason being we both work hard every week and once a while we deserve a great night out. We always dress up appropriately because nice cloth makes you feel good and we do not have many opportunities to dress up. It is Saturday afternoon and I am watching football while Barbara is lying outside on our screened in porch reading a book. At halftime, I get up and get myself another glass of white wine, in the kitchen. I fill a second glass for Barbara and walk outside. The temperature is still above 80 degrees even though it is October. The sun is shining on our porch and feels nice and warm. I look at her lying in the sun with just a shirt and shorts on the chaise lounge. I walk up to her, bend down and kiss her on the cheek. "Hello honey, I thought you might like a glass of wine." I placed the glass of wine on a small glass top side table next to the lounge chair. Barbara looks at me and smiles. "Thank you hun, that is very nice. How's the game?" "Great – looks like we'll win convincingly. Any thought's about dinner for tonight? I thought we might go to 'City Limits' for some great food. I am in the mood for dressing up." "That sounds great. Let's get dressed right after the game." "Sounds like a good idea'" I said and bend down again, kissed Barbara on her lips and squeezed her left breast. She did not wear a bra and her nipple got hard immediately. "Ahh, what do we have here? My wife is excited easily? What do you read?" Barbara explained that she reads the book 'Nightfall' by Nelson Demille which describes a sex scene by a couple on the beach in graphic detail. The woman performed a nice blowjob in front of a camera before they had sex in the sand dunes of New England. "Sexy, maybe we should try this one day too." "Maybe," Barbara said, "but for now, watch your football and let me read please." I kissed her again and walked inside to see the start of the second half. I refilled our glasses after the third quarter. "How is the book honey? Any more exciting sex scenes in the book with graphic details?" Barbara grabbed my crotch: "Not in the book but maybe later in our bedroom!" My cock was hard instantly "You are such a tease." Barbara massaged my cock through my pants. "Be patient and you will be rewarded later" is all she said before she turned back to her book. I walked back inside with a raging hard on. In the middle of the fourth quarter, Barbara came back inside. "I am going to take a shower and get ready so that you have the bathroom for yourself afterwards." "Yes, I will not disturb you honey. I am looking forward seeing my sexy wife in a nice dress." "Who said that I will wear a dress," was her reply. "Please? You know how much I love you in a dress and heels." She disappeared in the bedroom and a few minutes later, I heard the shower running. I turned my attention back to the television screen and did not think about my naked wife in the shower any longer. The fourth quarter was a little more exciting than I hoped for. The opposing team came back and my team had only a three point lead. Three minutes to go in the game and my team still had a three point lead but the opposing team was staring a drive on their own 14 yard line. I heard the shower stopped running. Damn, great timing; my thoughts drifted from the game back to my naked wife. I love her 42B breasts with large sized nipples. They feel so good in my mouth when I lick and bite them gently. My dick started twitching again just thinking about her great breasts. "Great throw by the State's quarterback – incredible catch for a 34 yard gain." I was back to reality. "Running play stopped on the line of scrimmage. Second and ten. Incomplete pass. Third and ten." Come on – do something that the game is over. Maybe, when I am lucky, Barbara is still naked when I get in the bedroom. "Low snap by the center – FUMBLE – the defense picks up the ball and runs it in for a touchdown." That's the ball game. I jumped up and walked into the bedroom. Barbara has sexy yellow robe on. "Hey honey, you look sexy" "Go and get a shower or I will go to dinner by myself!" I walked into the bathroom and got a nice hot shower – thinking constantly on Barbara's beautiful rounded body. Drying off, shaving, and getting dressed in charcoal colored suit – 12 minutes. Barbara was sitting in the living room. To my delight, she wore a dark-blue dress with a very low cut V-neck that showed of her pretty cleavage real nice. The dress was knee-length. Needless to say, she wore matching blue heels. Barbara stood up and turned a full circle so I can appreciate all angles of the dress. "You are so beautiful! When did you buy that great dress?" I was surprised how low the V-neck was and how much of her breasts were visible. "I bought it a couple of weeks ago and waited for a perfect opportunity to wear it. I hope you enjoy what you see?" "You are incredible sexy." I kissed her gently on the neck. "Let's go before I take you right here and now!" The 15 minute drive to the restaurant was uneventful as we chatted about the day. The hostess seated us on a table for four. I sat next to Barbara so I could lean over the corner of the table and kiss her. Of course I had my hand on her knee right away as well. The table was behind a room divider so that we privacy except when the waiter comes to the table. "Good evening, my name is Paul and I will be your server this evening." Paul looked like a local college student all clean shaven and dressed with shirt and tie. He was about 6" tall and one could tell that he worked out regularly. "May I bring you something to drink?" Barbara ordered a Merlot and I ordered a "sex-on-the-beach." While I ordered, I squeezed Barbara's leg under her skirt. Paul took the order and disappeared. "You look so sexy Barbara" "And you cannot wait until we are done with dinner?" She smiled and put her hand on my crotch. My cock was hard immediately. "Guess you will have a 'hard' time during lunch;" she laughed and squeezed hard. Paul brought the drinks and we were ready to order. "Hmmm, I think I'll take the duck breasts." I ordered while taking an obvious look at Barbara's cleavage. Barbara looked at me and smiled. "I would like to have the sirloin steak, medium." Paul left again. Barbara leaned slightly forward and over to me. Her dress fell forward and exposed a little more of her breasts. Just a little more exposure and I would see her pink nipples if she doesn't wear a bra. "I hope you will enjoy your breast!" she smiled and leaned closer to my ear and whispered: "I will enjoy your meat tonight. I will fuck you slow and hard." Her hand opened the zipper of my pants and quickly grabbed my cock. Barbara pulled it into the open. She slowly stroked my cock under the table. Fortunately, the table cloth was long enough to hide her action but my red face was a dead give away on what she was doing. "Do you need another glass of wine while waiting for the food ma'am?" Paul appeared unnoticed at our table. He must have had a nice view into Barbara's dress as he built a nice erection in his pants that could not be missed. Barbara turned towards Paul but never stopped to stroke my dick. "Yes, please. This is a great wine. It is very smooth and I enjoy it. And I would like to have a shrimp cocktail as well please." I could not believe her behavior. Normally, Barbara is shy in public and I would have never expected this from her, especially in this restaurant. "Did you see the erection in his pants?" "No," Barbara replied," all I care is your hard dick. But it is nice to know that I still have 'it' in me to get some cock hard." She still stroked my cock slow but with a hard grip. Just the way I like it. "I would like to order some cocktail sauce, hun" "Paul was just here and the shrimp will come with cocktail sauce," I replied. "I want your cocktail sauce!" Barbara leaned close to me again and this time I saw her hard nipples. She was not wearing a bra? "Here, I want you to give me your juice in this glass so I can stop the craving in my loins," she said as she put her empty wine glass right in front of me. Wow, I was stunned. My usually really shy wife strokes my cock in a restaurant and wants me to cum and gets my sperm in her empty wineglass for her to drink. Wordless, I took the empty glass and put it underneath the table. Barbara started to stroke harder. Her hand felt so good on my dick. "Give me your cum" Barbara said and stroked harder. "I want you to see me drink your sperm, swallowing every drop of it." She stroked slow and hard. Her hand was gliding on my cock and her tongue was playing with my ear. I could feel her hot breath and knew how much she needed to be fucked. Because we have not fucked during the week, it would not take too long to make me come. Paul arrived at the table with the glass of wine and the shrimp cocktail. Barbara did not notice or cared about him. She massaged my penis and played with her tongue on my ear. Paul bend forward to place the wine and the shrimp in front of Barbara and to get a nicer view of her cleavage. He slowly placed the order of the table trying to get a glimpse of her tits. His dick got harder in his pants so he must have had a better angle than me. Still wordless, he turned around and left. "I am coming Barbara" "Don't spill anything" Barbara's hand rubbed faster now and I positioned the glass right at my cock to catch the sperm. "Yes," I moaned, "Ahhhhhh. I am coming." "Yes give all your juice to me," she replied, stroking faster. I came hard and a good amount of sperm that generated during the week was caught in the glass. I lifted the glass from under the table and put it right in front of Barbara's plate. How sexy and slutty does this look? A wine glass full of sperm on a table in a crowded restaurant for everybody to see. Barbara kissed me on the cheek and released my dick from her grip. She stood up and kneeled beside me. Her mouth opened and she started to lick my cock. Her lips and tongue felt so good on me. When she said that she wants every drop, she really meant it. After Barbara licked my dick clean, she sat down again and looked at the glass. She looked me in the eyes, and lifted the glass to her lips. Slowly she opened her mouth and the sperm started running down her throat. Barbara truly enjoyed drinking my cum right than and there. After the special drink, Barbara cleaned the glass with her fingers. She ran them inside the glass and licked them clean, her eyes always focusing on me. I was hard again in no time. Paul arrived unnoticed again on the table with the food. Slowly again, he put the food on the table watching Barbara cleaning the glass. Just a little bit was left in the glass. Barbara pushed her dress to the side so I could see her left breast, because she wore a cupless bra. Than, she scooped up the last drops of sperm with her finger out of the glass and put the juice on her hard nipple. "This is for you hun." I bend over and start sucking her already hard nipple. I tasted my salty juice and loved it. "Now behave and let's enjoy the food and you will be my desert later" said my wife, licking her lips ad starting to cut her steak. Paul turned around and left the table. We enjoyed the food immensely. Needless to state that Paul checked on us regularly now. Barbara had two more glasses of wine and ate her steak slowly just to tease me so I had to wait a little longer for the desert. "Would you like some desert tonight?" Paul asked. Barbara smiled at me and replied. "I have my desert sitting right next to me. Thank you Paul." "Thank you for visiting our restaurant. It was a pleasure serving you two. Please come back and see us." Paul walked away with his hard penis pressing against his pants aching for release. We walked to the car on the crowded parking lot. The sun just set so it was still a little light. I opened the door for Barbara. "Not yet, first we will have our desert," said Barbara and lifted her skirt. She revealed lacy black crotchless panties. "I thought you might like the easy access honey." Barbara dipped one finger in her already wet pussy. "Here is a taste to make you hungry for more," she said as touched my lips with her juicy finger. I licked her all clean. Barbara tastes sweet. Barbara unzipped her dress and let the straps slide over her shoulders. The straps fell down and the dress was held up by her tits and hard nipples. Slowly she pulled the dress over her nipples and let the dress fall to the ground. There she stood in the parking lot next to our car with just her heels, crotchless panties, and cupless bra.. The pussy was wet and her nipples hard. "Get into the back seat. I want to fuck you now. I need your cock in my pussy. I opened the back door to our Jeep Grand Cherokee and got in. I started to take my suit off when Barbara bent down, picked up her dress and climbed into the Jeep. I was sitting in the back seat, my pants just down to my ankles and my shirt unbuttoned. Barbara closed the door, got my cock in her hands and started sucking. My fingers slightly brushed her breasts on the way to her pussy so I could play with her clit. She was already wet and ready to be fucked. "You are incredible horny today. I haven't seen you like this in a long time." Barbara stopped sucking my cock. "We did not fuck at all this week and the book made me horny this afternoon." Barbara leaned back against the door and spread her legs wide. "Lick my pussy. I want you to lick me until I come." I bend forward and kissed her legs. I moved upwards towards her pussy with my tongue. My hands were massaging her breasts. I also pulled and pinched on her nipples. Barbara loves when I do this. Her clit was swollen and wet. I started licking her pussy as requested. My tongue conquered her clit and I sucked on it too. Barbara moaned loudly. "Yes. Yes. That is good. Finger my pussy too please." My thumb slight in her pussy easily. Besides fingering her pussy, my index finger massages her asshole. Sometimes, Barbara likes to get fingered at both holes at the same time. This is my way to find out. "Tell me where your fingers are." "My thumb fucks your pussy and my index finger is massaging your asshole. Do you want me to fuck your ass too tonight?" "Yes, please fuck both holes." "First let me get the finger and ass wet." I slit my index into her pussy too, starting to fuck her pussy harder while licking the clit. In and out. Hard but not too fast yet. When my index was wet enough, I penetrated her asshole and pussy hard and deep with one quick push. "Ahhhhhhhh. YES – Fuck my asshole! Yes, faster, fuck my holes." My fingers slammed deep into her wet openings. Fast and short movements. "Yes, I am coming! Ahhhh – don't stop now. YESSSSSSS!" I fucked her further until she grabbed my hand and held it tight. "Wow – that was intense. I want your cock now." Without hesitation, she moved her pussy over my cock and started to sink down on it. Slowly, she took all 6 inches inside her. Her tits were right in my face. Barbara bent down and kissed my mouth. "You are a great fuck hun!" "No Barbara, you are fucking awesome." Her hips were swaying first slowly and than faster. I wasn't more than a fuck tool for her pussy now. She needed it hard and fast after all this exciting foreplay. She rode my cock swiftly and swayed her hips back and force. "Come please Give me your sperm in my cunt." Her tight pussy was riding my cock and I could feel her muscles holding on to my dick. I pinched her nipples and pulled them hard too. "Yes – fuck my cock harder. I want to cum inside you." Barbara pressed her tits in my face, held on to the headrests on each side and fucked me even harder. "Yes – make me cum – Ohhhh – your pussy is sooo hot and tight." "Come inside me" "Yes – yes – now – I am coming. AHHHHHHHH!" Her hips humping my cock hard and my juice came all inside her. Barbara kissed me and we hugged. "You are such a sexy and wonderful wife." "Thank you. I hope you enjoyed this dinner?" "That was amazing and Paul really enjoyed it too." "I did not really care. I just needed your cock." I kissed her, slid to the driver see, naked as I was and started the drive back home. Fine Dining The private dining room was exquisite. Dark, red and sensuous with mahogany wood, deep rich velvet and hard sparkling glass. This was a man's world, a gentleman's club where women knew their place and the pervading scent of rich, hard testosterone made sure they stayed there. She was here for another client dinner. Bored and restless, the tedious conversation was sapping her spirit. This was going to be a long night. She was pinned between two fat bankers. Wobbling jowls and braying voices squawking across her chest. The loose spit from their flaccid lips spraying over her face with every roaring laugh. She shivered with revulsion. But despite herself, the feeling of that fat warm flesh under those expensive Savile Row suits pressing against her was starting a slow deep pulsing right down inside her cunt. She closed her eyes for a moment letting the noise, heat and rich expensive aftershave wash over her senses. The big fat thighs kept pushing against her body, punctuating the conversation. A light wool suit was bristling against her naked arm. As the wine flowed and banter increased the men became bolder and more intimate, leaning across her and pressing hard against the outer curve of her firm, round breasts. She glanced down. The deep slashed V of the dark, red silk was framing her tits beautifully. The honey coloured globes soared up from their red silk bra, rising gently up and down as she breathed and being forced up still further as the fat bankers leaned across her squashing each tit together brutally. The sight of her own beautiful breasts made her pussy open and begin to moisten. They were exquisite and looking down at them made her so horny. Natural, soft and perfectly rounded. She smiled to herself and, glancing to each side, she began to picture those fat sausage-like fingers ripping down the front of her dress and exposing her magnificent tits to the whole table. Two fat bankers with those juicy, dribbling lips would begin sucking on her dark pink nipples. Slurping and dribbling noisily all over her tits, biting, pulling and teasing her nipples brutally and mercilessly. The fantasy was driving electric shocks of pleasure up and down her body pulsing between her rosy pink nipples and her wet and pulsing clit. The first course arrived. Velvet green asparagus spears dripping in hot and shining melted butter. With the butter lubricating each spear, she raised one to her full red lips and caressed the tip with her tongue. Hot and earthy, she savoured the texture and opened her mouth to suck the firm, flexible shaft into her soft waiting mouth, letting the juices run luxuriously down her chin. She swallowed the remainder and carefully and deliberately sucked each long butter covered finger in turn and licked her lips in anticipation of the next one. Suddenly aware of a lull around the table she refocused her attention away from the sexy asparagus. Seven pairs of gimlet eyes were staring at her and her butter-covered mouth. Staring with animal lust and open-mouthed joy at her unabashed antics with the asparagus. She smiled demurely and glancing down at her tits and languorously wiped away a drip of butter from her cleavage. Looking up she stared at the Chairman and, without a flicker, she opened her mouth and pushed her elegant index finger right inside, up to the second knuckle. Sucking it hard she allowed it to slip slowly out of her mouth and reached for another piece of asparagus. Smiling, she continued making small talk with her fat banker companion and felt the searing gaze of the Chairman burning onto her naked cleavage. The evening was beginning to look distinctly more interesting... She resumed her poise and concentrated on not wriggling around on the dark brown leather banquette. Her pussy was on fire and the lust was building up around the table after she had raised the stakes with the asparagus display. She had to get away for a moment and recover her composure. She was playing a dangerous game and she'd soon have to put her cunt where her mouth was if she was going to impress these boys. They were jaded and rich and had any willing nubile silicon-titted Barbie doll at their daily beck and call. But she was going to make this a night to remember and let them see how a real woman played. Putting her napkin aside, she rose from her seat, the table forcing her to lean forward and display her warm, sexy tits to the assembled group. Nobody was rushing to let her out and she knew she would have to squeeze over the lap of the fattest banker on her left. The table was silent as her breasts surged up out of her dress as she began to edge over. She was in no rush. She wiggled her full, round bottom past the face of the banker, pausing as she felt him trap her between his legs, big soft fingers brushing up and down her outer thighs. She fought herself not to arch back into his face, pushing her arse up and into him as her pussy burned with desire. Her cunt was now dripping wet and itching with need. She stepped over the Loake leather shoe allowing her legs to splay apart, opening her sex to the cool night air with just a tiny barrier of lace between the banker's knee and relief. She wiggled across him, smiling graciously at the rich expensive suits. With a shimmy she lowered her body and for a second ground her swollen clit against his leg feeling the rough, sexy feel of the pure new wool. And then she gasped, her teasing had pushed him over the edge. A rough hand grabbed her hip preventing her exit and without warning, stubby hard fingers were rammed up between her legs, ripping her fragile lace panties and ploughing hard, fast and ruthlessly into her sopping, eager cunt. She arched up and gasped – the power of his thrust was breathtaking. His rough skin against her velvet, wet pussy was incredible – she wanted to shout and grind down, opening herself up until her could ram his whole fist inside her and relieve her throbbing desire. But she was playing by their rules and as quickly as the invasion had begun it was over – he ripped his hand away brutally leaving her empty and unsatisfied – round one to the boys and their laughter was ringing in her ears as she strode towards the ladies room. She knew it was dangerous leaving them plotting in the dining room but she had to get away to clear her head and ease her desire or she was going to go crazy. Animal lust had overtaken her and she had to get immediate relief. Dimly aware of the longing glances as she marched towards the Maitre D', she dismissed them with a flick of the shining red hair. She had one thing on her mind and he was French. A head taller than her, she stood directly in front of Stefan, the dark headed Gallic master of this particular universe and thrusting her body towards him she whispered urgently in his ear, "Baise-moi. Maintenant." He surveyed the shimmering red head up and down, slowly and without a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Red silk dress, incredible tits and eyes that were on fire. She was ripe and luscious and always needed fucking. As a true professional, it was his duty to satisfy the needs of his clientele and if he got to blast this voluptuous, sexy Irlandaise that was simply a perk of the metier. He took her elbow gently and whispering lips against her velvet skin said, "Madame, it will be my pleasure to fuck you until you bleed." Steering her away from the main restaurant and into the dark corridors of the club he stood behind her and ripped down the red silk sheath of her dress exposing those luscious full tits. Heavy and soft, with rock hard nipples, he smiled with pleasure and began kneading and pinching her tits, driving her into a frenzy of pleasure and pain. He bit down onto her neck hard, savouring the firm pliable flesh and inhaling the wanton scent of her musky juice and expensive perfume. She yelped in pain as his hard, white teeth bit her soft delicate flesh and strong hands mauled her tits. But this was not resistance – this was the sound of sheer pleasure. She rammed back hard against him signalling her willingness to be taken and impaled on his fine, hard cock. His balls were burning – she was like a bitch in heat, panting hard and thrusting those fantastic buttocks back against his throbbing hard-on. The horny bitch was going to get it – he shoved her forwards and over an empty cheese trolley. Reaching down, he yanked the silken red dress high above her head muffling her panting cries. The lacy panties framed her arse beautifully, round and full like a thoroughbred race horse. The sight of her rich, expensive flesh inflamed him – his cock was pulsing with a burning anticipation he hadn't experienced for months. He ripped the panties off and slapped her quivering arse over and over again – loving the sight of that reddening vanilla flesh as blood rushed to the surface of her skin in direct response to his brutality. With his other hand he spread her wide and with a single finger teased her swollen cunt. She was writhing beneath him, trying to thrust down hard against his fingers and gain relief from her burning desire. Her cunt was flowing freely, dripping down onto his hand like a rich, honeyed Sauternes. He jammed his wet, dripping fingers into her mouth and she feverishly sucked her own juices in a frenzy of her desire. She was ready - he slapped her arse again, hard, ramming her face down against the trolley to signal he was in control. She quietened but he could feel her body tensed and ready to explode. He pulled his cock from his smooth black trousers. It felt like it was made of burning steel such was her effect on him. He was so hard he could have rammed through wood. With one hand he grasped a handful of that shining red hair and with the other he shoved her arse up high in to the air opening her up to take in his steel-hard cock. The heat and the juice was incredible – he pounded into her, revelling in the sight of her quivering arse and full tits squashed brutally down against the trolley. The silken friction and tight, rippling muscles of her cunt felt incredible and, pounding into her over and over again, his burning cock felt like he could split her in two. Ramming harder and harder and harder into that magnificent body he began fucking her deeper and deeper in response to her urging gasps. His cock was tensing and contracting, tensing and building until the pressure in his balls was searing through his body like liquid fire and then weightlessness as his thick juicy cum powered into her hot, wet cunt in stream after stream after stream. A final thrust and release and he was spent. He pulled out of her with a final triumphant smack on her gorgeous arse. With a, "Delicieux Madame, adieu." he spun around zipping up his fly and marching back to rule his kingdom of mahogany wood, candlelight and glass. She lay across the trolley with her bare arse pointing up, smiling luxuriously to herself. That was so good. So raw, so hard, so brutal and so fast. But it had only taken the edge off her pounding desire and she needed more... Fine Dining Nothing with you is ever average, I tell myself as I scoot over and feel you climb in next to me. god alone knows what the hell you're going to have me do in rush-hour traffic. I can actually see the cogs turn in your perverted mind. For what seems like the millionth time, I ask myself why the fuck I do this, and with a grin I remind myself that naught pleases me more than pleasing you. You've given the driver instructions, I don't on the whole care where we're going, I'm more apprehensive about the trip there. Your hand on my upper thigh tells me that I have reason. Unquestioningly I obey your unspoken command and spread my thighs apart. Sighing softly as your fingers brush against my pussy, my eyes meet dark eyes in the rear view mirror. I want to tell you to stop, beg you to save me from the indignity, but I know I'll be wasting my breath. Your thumb pounds my clit down to the bone; I bite my bottom lip and draw blood, stifling an animal-like whimper. Dear god, you know what I sound like when I'm aroused! But you don't stop there, you're never content with so little and I know you won't be satisfied with less than my complete disgrace. Lost in the sticky heat pooling between my already slick folds, I spread my legs wider, moaning stridently, unabashed and oblivious to the cab driver's prying eyes engrossed by the lurid exhibit in the mirror. I roll my hips, thrusting my sodden cunt more determinedly against your expert fingertips. Holy fuck, yes, don't fucking stop! -------------------------------------------------- We're escorted to a table, my hand tightly grasped in your cool palm. What have I let myself in for tonight? You had a devilish grin on your face as you watched me dress. A whore in coture, the red Valentino dress clinging to my curves, skimming my thighs... always red, for the devil's whore. I know what you have planned and I've forgone the silk thong still laid out on the white linen, you're just going to tear it off and I've sacrificed too many pieces of lingerie on your altar. Perfect gentleman, you draw out my chair and sit beside me before passing the wine list to me. "Why don't you order something for us, Katja?" I open my mouth to speak, but your hand's already up my skirt, fingers seeking the damp warmth between my thighs. I clear my throat quietly and try again, desperately trying to suppress a moan as your long fingers slip within. The maître d' looks at me enquiringly. "Katja, don't keep the man waiting." Fuck it! You know I can't use my words when I'm so wet papi. under pressure to find my tongue, I order your preferred wine and all but heave a sigh of relief as your hand moves away. My reprieve is short lived as you bring your fingertips to my mouth. I flush, smelling the heady scent of my arousal on your caramel skin. Submissively, I lick them. -------------------------------------------------- You excuse yourself and stand expectantly before me. Hmmm... you look so fucking fine in that black dinner suit! "Go on..." I blush a deep shade of burgundy. Surely not here... not where everyone can see. But the resolute gaze I'm fixed with says that you expect nothing less than total obedience. With tremulous hands, I reach for the buckle of your leather belt, the very same belt you'd used to tear up my ass two nights ago. the sound of metal catches the interest of patrons in close proximity and I can feel their eyes piercing the back of my head. I look up at you, beseeching mutely. They're starting to gossip; I can hear the whispers of revulsion. "Are you going to challenge me, yekaterina? Are you going to dishonor your master in a room full of people?" I already know the answer to that and so do you; no, I would on no account disobey, no matter what the cost. To the mounting curiosity in the room and my own shocking excitement, I start to unzip your fly. The murmurs are louder now as you turn from me and stride towards the bathroom, audacious, as if you did this on a daily basis in much grander settings. I lower my eyes, cheeks practically gleaming with mortification as you leave me exposed to staring eyes. Upon your return, I wordlessly zip you up, with no prompting. You kiss my lips, wiping your hands on my hair.