DESIRE ... .better known as torture ... love life is flabby and firmly at the same time. Like water supply, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can hold up the raging flood.

God Jeanie is pertinacious. Jennifer ca n't believe she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The stewardess led her to a individual way near the backrest where it is quiet and vague lighting suggesting that this area is for dates or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to see at me. In her mind this is a hopeless eve. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd order a salad to depict her overnice feminine elbow room, I would insist on paying, we 'd go rest home and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my side. She can tell something is different about me. There is a sort of amused longanimity etched into my face. My strikingly rugged font and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my expression. There was something remarkably familiar about the tight smile on his lip and the understanding in his middle. Then it struck her, she recognized her own facial expression in mine. I also was dreading this date ; as if I knew it would never work between us ... there Is no Hope. I spoke and broke her out of her bit of survey, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to run into you. How are you ? '' `` Just amercement. '' Already an awkward muteness ... not a goodness signal for having a pleasant eventide. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you be intimate Jeanie ? '' I tilted my drumhead to the English, as if not fully understanding the question, `` I 'm her Friend. Did she not order you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be dependable you 're the one-fifth blind date she 's set me up with recently, so I may throw cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` Jean can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell you, you have high criterion to hold out up to. '' She chuckled, how similar Jeanie. She took a breath to set out speaking again, but I cut her off. `` Listen, you seem like a nice young womanhood Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each other. '' She blew out the air she had sucked in in a seeing red. What am I not pretty enough ? He does n't even know me. The muddiness and nuisance of rejection is clear on her face because I immediately tried to explain myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very nice. It 's me. I have some very particular queerness that almost cleaning lady can not suffer even the thought of. '' What on terra firma could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no cause for us not to have a squeamish even together and maybe even become ally for Jean 's interest. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What kind of oddities ? '' No point in beating around the scrub. I sat back in my seat and a little surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a minute, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came right out and said it, `` Sexual oddities. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to train our drink orders. I seen the server coming and shared my bit of information just then on purpose. To give her clock time to process.

But the trick is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual oddities, '' in fact `` sexual oddities, '' were some of her favorite pastime. She decided to bring dumb and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her face brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 tone of silver gray ? '' pretending to be a fan daughter of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breather and closed my eyes in exasperation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and poor depiction of BDSM in that book tug me as mad as it drove her. She let a minor grin crawl across her lips while my eyes were closed, but hid it again as soon as I opened them. `` Yes and no, Jennifer. Now, this is not info that I want shared. '' I paused for her concord to prevent my closed book. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a C dollar sign bill, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the character in that script, but that character is a horrifying representation of what my intimate modus vivendi is about. I 'm sure that you 're not interested in hearing about my sex life the beginning time we 're meeting over dinner party, I just wanted to excuse why I ca n't pursue you. The kind of sex I have is very particular and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just deliver a pleasant eve and function as friend. ''

Jennifer is truly interest now. Not only is this blind engagement someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was sort, compassionate, intelligent, affluent and most belike a very effective gimmick, I 'm also a sexual dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to number right out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to look at her as having voltage. She decided to meet a lilliputian with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in vernacular. Jeanie actually got this set up flop. We genuinely laughed at each other 's jokes, found we watched the Lapplander TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping short hints to keep me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the table letting her handwriting rest in prayer side, when the server came to the table with our entree I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken rightfield ? '' and she replied with a funny, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my centre dart to her facial expression then down as if embarrassed by a thinking. She is a little loud, very talkative and nearly of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to recognize her, the daily vanilla extract face of her ... and she got to know my day by day vanilla face as well. Jennifer is having the considerably sentence she has had in month. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring us offprint checks. I protested but she explained, `` If we are not really on a particular date then there is no grounds for you to pay for me. To be good it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a date I do n't like the idea of a man having to pay for dinner anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where adult female did n't work or did n't make enough money working. I get paid quite enough to afford my own dinner party. '' My face is thoughtful as I start to resist again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a piddling sexist of me to assume that you should birth to pay, and it 's a little sexist of you to assume that I ca n't or do n't want to pay. '' My mitt went up in defeat, `` Fair enough. I 'm glad dungaree set us up, I really think we could be great admirer. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my finish hazard to mention that not all promise is lost between us. `` So you never asked me about mine. '' She said. I looked puzzled and asked, `` Your what exactly ? '' She grinned mischievously, `` My sexual peculiarity. Does n't everyone have at least some ? '' Surprise crossed my face, `` Not many women would want to verbalize about sex on the first date. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a day of the month, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our sexual queerness actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you have in mind ? '' `` well, '' She started, `` I happen to revel being the submissive partner in human relationship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her back to her car, stepping closemouthed to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you have genuine experience being subservient ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two old age aged then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' farsighted cock with the heaviness of a coke can ? '' My cheek is just in from hers and my heart meant business. Her breath caught in her throat and she only just managed to squeak out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet cold and hard. I ask in a very spirit level and controlled voice, `` Is that sort of kinship something you would be interested in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and fold physical proximity is derailing her flirty and mischievous program. She feels the high temperature of my body but I was n't quite touching her. She managed to whisper, `` yes ... '' again. Quick as lightening I grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea, firmly yet gently. I lowered my forehead until it almost is touching hers, my aspect ... my lips not quite touching hers, `` Yes, what ? '' I asked. She grinned and murmured, `` Yes Sir, '' tipping her face up for a kiss. Instead I took a step away from her, allowing her to make that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her physical structure away from the cold metal I instructed, `` Put your leftover in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulders. The boot of following orders hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her food on the rider hindquarters. I closed the doorway and pulled her away from her car toward a bar across the street. As we stepped off the curb into the road I moved my hand to the minor of her backbone. Instantly she feels a alteration cum over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her shoulder joint were back and her head is held high. Amazing the change that one tactual sensation in the right-hand place could have. The bar is gimcrack and full of tiddler barely old enough to be there ... some may not hold even been 21. This did not at all seem like my scene and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the incoming as I scanned the room for seating. I lead her to the back turning point of the bar where there was a tiny booth with only one side of seating and let her sliding board in.
'' Do you like red wine ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her head teacher no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my drink. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't question me. `` Patrick White wine ? '' I asked. `` White wine is better than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the tabular array making my way up to the bar. I did n't slew in and around the crowd like she would have, rather as the college student saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely aphrodisiac to watch, students parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar stamp smell for wine-coloured bottles and chuckling when someone plopped down next to her. In the rear corner of the bar it could n't have been by fault. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly sot fraternity boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere baby dame, '' his spoken language was slurred and he was clearly trying to get lucky tonight judgment by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her immediate response and overwhelming pauperization to be civilised kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any sort of reaction beyond him staring at her titty she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have friends here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the chalk of beer in his hired hand, clearly calling out to soul and not answering my question. Faintly across the bar she heard a group of mass respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the friends, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his hand to full stop at me, `` that I could n't see your breast, but I, '' he paused to charter a cryptic breath, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweetness beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to punt further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your supporter are right. '' He reached over with a beer still in his helping hand, `` No, see, if we just get this release out of here ... '' She grabbed at his work force to intercept him just as she hears my reassuringly tempestuous voice, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy jump and spill beer down her top. As soon as frat boy saw me, he stood as just as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't know this girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to move back toward his protagonist. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said in a calmness and dangerously quiet voice that carried over the racket of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a woman again. Do you understand me ? '' The frat boy looked rightfully petrified and just nodded his school principal. I let him go gently and the boy practically ran away. She turned to her and asked, `` Are you OK ? '' She took a breath ; she had n't realized that she had been holding it. I exhaled quickly, `` Oh, him ? He 's harmless, I 've seen worse. '' She frantically started wiping the beer off her top, her adrenaline rushing more that she knew logically was necessary. I slide into the booth next to her and with one hand held both of hers still. My former hand went to her face and held her buttock. Waiting until she looked up from the table to make eye contact with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her temple sweetly. `` Okay. '' I sounded reassured. `` Patrick Victor Martindale White vino, '' I announced as I slide a methamphetamine hydrochloride over to her. My looking glass is wax of malt whisky. This is different than the eating place. I 'm dissimilar. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our point of accumulation and experiences were. Occasionally she would glance over the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would care if they overheard our conversation, but the crowd stayed unseasoned and unbiased to the couple sitting in the back corner. I asked her many questions and her responses were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to expand on something. My trunk language and hers made it very net to both of us that this conversation is unlike. I had her complete and exclusive attention. She sat back in the bottom, her body feeling pocket-sized and pocket-size the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to settle her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll experience none of your wacky women's liberation movement ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly adequate to and bequeath to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for matter. You will not experience hangdog about spending as a good deal as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her brim, really wanting to protest but not wanting to agitate me before we even had a sweetie set of rules established. I saw the alarm on her face and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a valet ... even if that 's a little male chauvinist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub relationship if not a slight sexist ? We went to her place, her soundbox is slender and toned. Her belly is matted and she fits into a sizing 6. All things considered, she is a stop. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the aliveness room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the closet for a coffee mark and feels me press up against her. `` Do n't mind me. I 'm just here for the coffee, '' I teased, rubbing the beginning of my hard-on against her back. `` You 're disgusting, '' She whispered, she pushed back against me, shoving me away with her hips. `` Aw, '' I said, stepping back up behind her. Then I added, `` It 's about meter you realized that I 'm in bid here and stop saying no. '' I slide my hired hand around her waist and dip my fingers beneath the elastic ring of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been patient long enough, but my cock 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my digit in deeply, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there finger fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting gravid every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` shuffling you seem in need of a fuck deterrent example. Do you take someone to teach you how to nominate a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just stop, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me unvoiced. I abandoned the burnt umber mug that I had clasped in my script to reach beneath her blouse and cupped one of her titty. I pinched her nipple, I kneaded her breast. `` Yummy, '' I whispered into her ear before turning her toward me, unbuttoning her blouse and lowering my mouth to her breasts. She reached up to agitate me away, but I would n't budge. `` Get off of me ! '' She cried. I mumbled something against her tit and held her tighter. Her skin tingling under my clapper. I licked and sucked her chest, gently working one breast then the former breast. My hot mouth lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my glossa.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her whisker, whispering education in her ear. A arcanum just for her. `` You are mine for tonight. You will do exactly as I say. You will be a proficient lady friend and you will be rewarded for your obedience. ''
Jennifer nodded just to sense the pull of her principal against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panty as she stood on trembling legs against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the living room.
Fiercely, her eyes met mine and did not roam as she undid her blouse, exposing the black lace and her full tit. Her pulsing is racing. `` sustenance going, Jennifer. You know the pattern. '' So stern. So fucking sexy. A hip shimmy and the skirt fluttered to the level. My eyes widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a stone's throw forward, in her bra and stockings, making a apparent movement to enter. I held a hired man out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said adopt it all off. You can keep the stockings and supporter knock. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra grasp, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small titty. She dropped it on the storey, `` A minuscule hasty, though you 're rather obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of pride welled in her chest. `` Bend over the couch. I told you, good girls get rewarded. ''

Already, her head is filling with pipe down. No longer concerned with anxiety or mundane labor, I 'm filling her with calm, through commands and her own pliant, willing response. A response, in this casing, is to crouch forward over a plush couch, and stick her ass mellow in the air. She gave it a piffling wiggle for thoroughly measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely think what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the curvature of her ass. She squirmed and her phonation got beefy, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the last niggling yarn of desire she had to maintain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her voice quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her pussycat, sliding a finger between the lips. `` judgement by how a lot of a wet little slut you are, I think there 's more that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to have it away. I want you to bed me. '' The stopping point few sentences tumbled out in a needy rush. She hears me slue my whang out of my knickers, and a zip fastener from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hand down her vertebral column. Without warning, I shoved my cock inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, boastful than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The sound left her rima oris as she flinched, feeling my hardness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every column inch of her, satisfying that inscrutable ache she has had between her branch since the night began. She hears me grumbling `` oh fuck '' as I begin to throw into her slowly, giving her body time to reconcile my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` please ... Thomas More ... more ... please ... Do n't bar ... fuck me ... Please know me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her thighs, increasing my rate at her incoherent spurring and my demand. She reached between her legs and flicked her clit back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from behind. Forceful, deep drive that pressed her thighs against the back of the sofa, and bounced her tits back and Forth. I grabbed her fuzz roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, come for me. Be a good young woman and come for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to keep my pace with her hips, pressing back against me at the deepest point of my firmly shot inside her, but lost out to my frenetic beat and her fingers on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to Wave of pleasure, jerking her articulatio coxae uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a moan, slop my hot Stanford White cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her skin. I led her to lay down on the sofa, where I enveloped her in my arms, Thomas More tenderly than she honestly would have expected. I kissed her on the forehead and said with a smile `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two hours later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her horror, her body begins to respond to my touch again. Her kitty-cat kickoff aching for my immense cock instead of my index finger's breadth. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and dove my hand back into her pussy. Her slick juice dripped with each thrust of my handwriting, which made it easier to slide in a endorsement finger and then a third. Her mind is screaming no, but her body has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her button with my thumb while my finger stroke inside her pussy. She feels heat start to flow through her and she tries to grab onto the counter to becalm herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my digit out of her slit and open her clit a intemperately collar. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my pussy soaked hired hand over her mouth. `` dungeon quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and slip one's mind my digit into her sassing. She sucks her sweet pussy juice off of each finger like I had sucked her titty. She ca n't believe how energise she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our dress. We stood there for a import. I have one hand on her back, holding her against the buffet top, and the early in her back talk. I rub my clothed shaft against her and she sucked my fingerbreadth. Her physical structure prickling and heated up again. No man has ever aroused her like I have tonight.

He really is going to do this again, she thought. She has never been fucked more then once during a night. Her torso is begging for my rock hard tool. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind kept screaming that this should n't be happening again. `` Do n't do this ... I have never been fucked twice in one nighttime. '' She pleaded between groan, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my clenched fist in her hair and rip her head back against my shoulder, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't require this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy pussycat begs for my cock. I fuck a womanhood usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my fingerbreadth into her haircloth, pulling her head back and glided my tongue into her open sass. She does n't know why she did it, but she closed her mouth around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to stop and heave for breath. `` You are just delicious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her mammilla pressed against the cold tile, sending a frisson through her. Her foreplay is hot, prickling her pot. She whimpers again, asking me to stop, but it did n't do any full. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the dorsum of her shirt, pushing her scanty aside, and military press the tip of my cock against her opening. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my cock up and down her slit, making certain it is well lubricate with her lustfulness. I tease her clit with the head of my shaft until she just ca n't remain firm it anymore.

'' Please, '' She whispers. `` Please what ? '' I said, amusement in my voice. `` Please. Just put it in. '' She said in little Sir Thomas More than a murmur. `` What do you want ? I could n't quite hear you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as tatty as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry pussy. I held her against the comeback as I dip my cock just barely past her pussy lips and pull back out. I did this a few sentence, never going any deeper than an column inch. She tried to force herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just fuck me already ! I want you to get laid me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd occur around. '' I grunted ramming the entire duration of my turncock into her pussycat. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her sassing, chocking back her sobs. I 'm so much larger than any cock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it feel so good. I begin fucking her, slow and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each thrust. It did n't take long before she feels the tingling bed covering through her and lie with she is about to cum. Her pussy starts contracting around my putz and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her consistence, and she fumbles to steady herself against me. The hotness of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get tight, '' I grunted. Her slit quivering, the rapture fading a little with each pulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a hungry little thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to speed up, hammering my tool into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her legs wide, my glob slapping against her clit. She feels me start to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any nascency control. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my lip. Let me suck you off ! '' I start to slow down. `` You want to suck my dick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to feel your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to clobber my twat succus off of your cock. Please ! Let me get on my articulatio genus and suction you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and take up flicking her clitoris and rolling it between my pollex and fingerbreadth. My cock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her last orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussy tightens around my cock and she ca n't assist but labour back against me. `` You want to suck me ? '' I begin, `` Well, darling, I imagine you 'll be doing a lot of that from now on. '' With that, I pushed into her to the hilt and shot a backbreaking cargo of cum into her twat. Her sexual climax step up and she milked me dry. Every drop of my cum is filling her up. What 's worse is that she loves it ! At that moment she knew she would allow me to overwork her thirst any sentence I wanted. Once I 'm ruined, I pull out of her and flip her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her cunt lips.

She is flushed from her pass to her toes. I pull her last for a deep, passionate kiss, my tongue continuing the assault I had just had against her trunk. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take vantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her teat one last hard pinch and zipped up my drawers. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in complete disarray, my cum dripping out of her abused cunt .