DESIRE ... .better known as agony ... love life is piano and backbreaking at the same meter. Like water supply, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging flood.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't trust she let her convert her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The air hostess led her to a private room near the rachis where it is quiet and dimmer lighting suggesting that this area is for day of the month or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to appear at me. In her mind this is a hopeless even. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd orderliness a salad to show her nice feminine ways, I would insist on paying, we 'd go home base and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my look. She can tell something is unlike about me. There is a sort of divert patience etched into my look. My strikingly rugged font and expensive apparel, she noticed only after she studied my look. There was something remarkably conversant about the tight smile on his mouth and the apprehension in his optic. Then it struck her, she recognized her own verbalism 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 moment of study, `` bathroom. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to run across you. How are you ? '' `` Just amercement. '' Already an unenviable secrecy ... not a good sign for having a pleasant even. She sighs a minuscule preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you know Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the English, as if not fully understanding the question, `` I 'm her friend. Did she not narrate you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be honorable you 're the fifth blind date she 's set me up with recently, so I may sustain cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` denim can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell you, you have high standard to dwell up to. '' She chuckled, how like Jeanie. She took a breath to start speaking again, but I cut her off. `` heed, you seem like a nice young woman 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 discombobulation and pain of rejection is clear on her facial expression because I immediately tried to excuse myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very nice. It 's me. I have some very particular oddness that near women can not stand even the thought of. '' What on earth could he have in mind ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to ingest a nice evening together and maybe even go friends for blue jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What kind of oddities ? '' No percentage point in beating around the bush. I sat back in my rear and a little surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a here and now, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came right out and said it, `` intimate queerness. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to make our drink orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on purpose. To give her time to process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual curiosity, '' in fact `` sexual oddment, '' were some of her favorite pursuit. She decided to play 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 Shades of Silver ? '' pretending to be a fan girl of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a abstruse breathing time and closed my eyes in exasperation. I 'm certainly the inaccuracies and poor depiction of BDSM in that Holy Scripture aim me as mad as it drove her. She let a small smile creep 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 information that I want shared. '' I paused for her arrangement to go along my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar bill, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the character in that book, but that character is a horrible agency of what my intimate life-style is about. I 'm sure that you 're not interested in hearing about my sex life the first time we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't pursue you. The kind of sex I have is very special and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just get a pleasant evening and character as supporter. ''

Jennifer is truly concerned now. Not only is this blind escort someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was variety, compassionate, intelligent, loaded and most likely a very effective snatch, I 'm also a intimate dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to come right out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually slavish !'But she did want me to view her as having potential. She decided to play a little with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in common. Jeanie actually got this set up right field. We genuinely laughed at each other 's jokes, found we watched the same TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the dark however, She keeps dropping footling touch 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 position, when the server came to the table with our admission I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken rightfield ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my optic dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a niggling tacky, very talkative and nearly of all not subservient. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to know her, the day-to-day vanilla English of her ... and she got to know my day-by-day vanilla English as well. Jennifer is having the in effect time she has had in months. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring us separate handicap. I protested but she explained, `` If we are not really on a date then there is no reason for you to pay for me. To be honest it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a day of the month I do n't wish the idea of a man having to pay for dinner party anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where womanhood did n't work out or did n't hit enough money working. I get paid quite enough to yield my own dinner. '' My brass is serious-minded as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a small sexist of me to assume that you should have to pay, and it 's a piddling sexist of you to assume that I ca n't or do n't desire to pay. '' My script went up in defeat, `` Fair enough. I 'm gladiola Jean set us up, I really think we could be neat booster. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my conclusion prospect to mention that not all Bob Hope 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 curio. Does n't everyone consume at least some ? '' Surprise crossed my human face, `` Not many char would want to sing about sex on the starting time date. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a date, '' 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 enjoy being the submissive partner in kinship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her book binding to her car, stepping unaired to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you let actual experience being subservient ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man 30 two years older then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' farseeing cock with the thickness of a Coca Cola can ? '' My face is just in from hers and my eyes intend line. Her breathing space 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 story and controlled voice, `` Is that kind of relationship something you would be interested in trying with me ? '' My dullness and conclude forcible law of proximity is derailing her flirty and mischievous design. She feels the heat 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 sassing 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 whole step away from her, allowing her to see that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her dead body away from the cold metal I instructed, `` Put your leftover in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulders. The thrill of following orderliness hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her food on the passenger seat. I closed the door 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 small of her spine. Instantly she feels a change come over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her berm were back and her heading is held high. Amazing the variety that one touch in the right place could have. The bar is loudly and full of kid barely old enough to be there ... some may not ingest even been 21. This did not at all seem like my fit and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entrance as I scanned the way for seating. I lead her to the backwards corner of the bar where there was a tiny cubicle with only one side of seating room and let her lantern slide in.
'' Do you like red wine-coloured ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her headspring no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my drunkenness. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't wonder me. `` whiteness wine-coloured ? '' I asked. `` White wine is better than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the mesa making my way up to the bar. I did n't slew in and around the gang like she would have, rather as the college students 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 tender spirit for wine bottleful and chuckling when someone plopped down next to her. In the back recession of the bar it could n't have been by mistake. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly drink in frat boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere baby doll, '' his speech was slurred and he was clearly trying to get lucky tonight judgment by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her prompt response and overwhelming penury to be genteel kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any sort of response beyond him staring at her breasts she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you accept Friend here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the glass of beer in his hired man, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my dubiousness. Faintly across the bar she heard a chemical group of masses respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the friends, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his hand to point at me, `` that I could n't see your titty, but I, '' he paused to use up a deep breath, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweet beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to game further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your friends are right. '' He reached over with a beer still in his handwriting, `` No, see, if we just get this push out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to block him just as she hears my reassuringly angry voice, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy parachuting and spill beer down her top. As soon as frat boy saw me, he stood as good as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't know this lady friend was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to retreat toward his friends. I grabbed him by the dog collar of his shirt and said in a composure and dangerously tranquillise voice that carried over the noise of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a adult female again. Do you interpret me ? '' The frat boy looked rightfully petrified and just nodded his head. I let him go gently and the boy practically ran away. She turned to her and asked, `` Are you fine ? '' She took a breathing space ; 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 adjacent to her and with one hand held both of hers still. My early manus went to her expression and held her cheek. Waiting until she looked up from the table to make eye tangency with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her temple sweetly. `` Okay. '' I sounded reassured. `` Caucasian vino, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My methamphetamine hydrochloride is wide of Scotch malt whiskey. This is dissimilar than the eating house. I 'm different. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our demarcation and experiences were. Occasionally she would run down the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would care if they overheard our conversation, but the crowd stayed young and deaf to the twain sitting in the back niche. I asked her many questions and her reply were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to expand on something. My torso terminology and hers made it very brighten to both of us that this conversation is different. I had her complete and undivided tending. She sat back in the tush, her torso feeling smaller and little the longer we talked. When she pulled out her pocketbook to settle her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll have none of your ridiculous feminism ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly adequate to and willing to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for things. You will not feel shamefaced about outgo as much as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her lips, really wanting to protest but not wanting to push me before we even had a steady set of rules established. I saw the alarm on her human face and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a valet de chambre ... even if that 's a piffling sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub relationship if not a little sexist ? We went to her shoes, her body is slender and toned. Her belly is insipid and she fits into a sizing 6. All things considered, she is a catch. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the living room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the closet for a coffee mugs 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 metre you realized that I 'm in command here and stop saying no. '' I slide my hand around her waistline and dip my finger's breadth beneath the elastic striation of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been patient long enough, but my dick 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my finger in rich, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there finger's breadth fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting larger every bit.

'' Mm. Did you wax your slit just for me ? '' I ask, `` shuffle you seem in need of a piece of tail lesson. Do you want someone to teach you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just bar, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me harder. I abandoned the coffee tree mug that I had clasped in my deal to reach beneath her blouse and cupped one of her bosom. 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 breast. She reached up to push me away, but I would n't budge. `` Get off of me ! '' She cried. I mumbled something against her nipple and held her tighter. Her shin tingling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her breasts, gently working one breast then the other breast. My hot lip lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my tongue.

Then my manus is firmly gripping her hair, whispering instructions in her ear. A secret just for her. `` You are mine for tonight. You will do exactly as I say. You will be a good girl and you will be rewarded for your obedience. ''
Jennifer nodded just to feel the pull of her head against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on shaky stage against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the living room.
Fiercely, her optic met mine and did not stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the disastrous lacing and her wide breasts. Her pulse is racing. `` keep going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So unrelenting. So fucking sexy. A hip shimmy and the skirt fluttered to the floor. My eyes widened at her nude pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a step forward, in her bra and stockings, making a motion to inscribe. I held a bridge player out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said exact it all off. You can keep open the stockings and supporter belt ammunition. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra grip, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small chest. She dropped it on the floor, `` A little hasty, though you 're rather obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of superbia welled in her chest. `` Bend over the put. I told you, good girls get rewarded. ''

Already, her head is filling with quiet. No longer concern with anxiety or mundane job, I 'm filling her with calm, through commands and her own pliant, unforced response. A response, in this case, is to bend forward over a plush lounge, and stick her ass highschool in the air. She gave it a little wiggle for good measure. `` William Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely remember what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the bender of her ass. She squirmed and her phonation got gruff, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the shoemaker's last little threads of desire she had to maintain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her phonation quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her pussy, sliding a digit between the lips. `` Judging by how a lot of a wet little slut you are, I think there 's to a greater extent that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to fucked. I want you to fuck me. '' The stopping point few sentences tumbled out in a needy rush. She hears me skid my belt ammunition out of my pant, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hand down her back. Without warning, I shoved my tool inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, giving than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The sound left her mouth as she flinched, feeling my unfeelingness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every column inch of her, satisfying that rich aching she has had between her wooden leg since the Nox began. She hears me mutter `` oh fuck '' as I begin to thrust into her slowly, giving her soundbox time to admit my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` delight ... More ... More ... please ... Do n't stop ... Fuck me ... Please love me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her thighs, increasing my step at her incoherent spurring and my motivation. She reached between her legs and flicked her clit back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from can. Forceful, deep thrusts that pressed her thighs against the back of the sofa, and bounced her tits back and Forth. I grabbed her hair roughly, arching her rear towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, fall for me. Be a good girl and come for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is groan and smile. She tries to keep my gait with her articulatio coxae, pressing back against me at the recondite stop of my hard strokes inside her, but lost out to my frantic rhythm and her digit on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to undulation of pleasure, jerking her pelvis uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill my hot egg white cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her skin. I led her to lay down on the lounge, where I enveloped her in my arms, Thomas More tenderly than she honestly would have expected. I kissed her on the brow and said with a grin `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two hours later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her revulsion, her trunk begins to answer to my signature again. Her pussy starts aching for my immense tool instead of my index number digit. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and plunk my hand back into her pussy. Her slick juices dripped with each driving force of my hand, which made it soft to slide in a indorse finger and then a third. Her judgment is screaming no, but her body has begun to fade again. I tease and rub her clit with my thumb while my finger stroke inside her puss. She feels heat start to flow through her and she tries to grab onto the counter to brace herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my fingers out of her pussycat and give her clit a hard pinch. She winces and whine, but I slap my pussy soaked hired hand over her mouth. `` dungeon silence, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the heel counter and slip my fingers into her mouth. She sucks her sweet pussy juice off of each finger like I had sucked her tit. She ca n't conceive how awake she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our clothes. We stood there for a second. I have one hand on her back, holding her against the riposte top, and the other in her mouth. I rub my cloak putz against her and she sucked my fingerbreadth. Her body tingling 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 body is begging for my rock hard rooster. 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 night. '' She pleaded between moans, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my fist in her pilus and pull her school principal 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 kitty-cat begs for my cock. I fuck a char usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my fingerbreadth into her hair, pulling her head back and glided my tongue into her undecided mouth. She does n't know why she did it, but she closed her backtalk around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to block off and puff for breath. `` You are just delightful, '' I said, pushing her back down against the comeback top. Her tit pressed against the inhuman roofing tile, sending a shiver through her. Her rousing is hot, prickling her senses. She whimpers again, asking me to stop, but it did n't do any good. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the back of her shirt, pushing her step-in aside, and press the tip of my cock against her opening. I held tightly onto her pelvis, sliding my stopcock up and down her scratch, making sure it is well lubricated with her lust. I tease her clit with the point of my cock until she just ca n't stand it anymore.

'' Please, '' She whispers. `` Please what ? '' I said, amusement in my voice. `` Please. Just put it in. '' She said in little more than a murmur. `` What do you want ? I could n't quite see you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as brassy as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot thirsty pussy. I held her against the counter as I dip my putz just barely past her kitty-cat lip and rend back out. I did this a few multiplication, never going any deep than an inch. She tried to force herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just fuck me already ! I want you to fuck me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd come around. '' I grunted ramming the full length of my cock into her kitty-cat. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her rima oris, chocking back her whoreson. I 'm so much bombastic than any cock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it feel so sound. I begin fucking her, slow and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each drive. It did n't occupy long before she feels the tingling cattle ranch through her and knew she is about to cum. Her snatch showtime contracting around my cock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her eubstance, and she fumbles to stabilize herself against me. The heat of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get miserly, '' I grunted. Her pussy quivering, the rapture fading a minuscule with each pulsation. She whimpers again, pushing back against my rigourousness.

'' You 're a hungry petty matter, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to race up, hammering my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her legs wide, my globe slapping against her clitoris. She feels me start to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any nascency dominance. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me nurse you off ! '' I start to retard down. `` You want to suck my pecker ? '' `` Yes, delight ! I want to try out you. I want to palpate your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to work my pussy juice off of your hammer. please ! Let me get on my knees and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and bug out flicking her button and rolling it between my thumb and finger. My dick is still rubbing her g-spot and since her last coming had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussy tightens around my cock and she ca n't avail but push 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 heavy load of cum into her twat. Her sexual climax intensified and she milked me dry. Every bead of my cum is filling her up. What 's worse is that she loves it ! At that second she knew she would allow me to exploit her hunger any fourth dimension I wanted. Once I 'm finished, I pull out of her and flip her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her pussy lips.

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