DESIRE ... .better known as excruciation ... beloved is soft and hard at the Sami clip. Like piss, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging floodlight.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't believe she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The Abacus is known for a fabulous meal, Abacus is the flagship for epitomizing relaxed, fine dining. The restaurant 's reputation is for signature menu, extensive wine list and custom-crafted cocktails, plus a James byssus nominating speech for religious service. At Abacus, they cultivate an environment that revolves around people and their relationship to food. It's a culture of celebrating the uniqueness of ingredients, Edgar Guest and staff—from the man, hosts, waiter and chefs alike. Together, the experience transcends the mean dining experience to truly noteworthy. In this mo Jennifer is stunned. This is the fifth blind date Jeanie has set up for her in the final stage six week. How can she excuse that no matter how nice a guy is, she just not going to be interested ? The type of men she is interested in do n't go on subterfuge dates. She certainly does not make love a guy that can afford this restaurant.

The air hostess led her to a private elbow room near the back where it is quiet and dimmer lighting suggesting that this expanse is for engagement or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to see at me. In her psyche this is a hopeless evening. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd guild a salad to usher her mincing feminine ways, I would insist on paying, we 'd go home and never mouth to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can enjoin something is different about me. There is a form of amuse forbearance etched into my face. My strikingly rugged facial expression and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my expression. There was something remarkably familiar about the soaked smile on his lips and the apprehension in his middle. Then it struck her, she recognized her own saying in mine. I also was dreading this escort ; as if I knew it would never lick between us ... there Is no hope. I spoke and broke her out of her import of study, `` John Lackland. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to meet you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an bunglesome secretiveness ... not a good mansion for having a pleasant eventide. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you make out Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the side, as if not fully understanding the motion, `` I 'm her protagonist. Did she not tell 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 have cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` denim can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell you, you have high touchstone to go up to. '' She chuckled, how like Jeanie. She took a breathing place to begin speaking again, but I cut her off. `` hear, you seem like a prissy Young woman Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each other. '' She blew out the air she had sucked in in a huff. What am I not pretty enough ? He does n't even know me. The confusion and pain of rejection is clear on her look because I immediately tried to explicate myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very prissy. It 's me. I have some very particular oddities that well-nigh women can not fend even the thought of. '' What on earth could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no grounds for us not to have a nice evening together and maybe even turn admirer for Jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What form of oddities ? '' No degree in beating around the bush. I sat back in my behind and a little surprised by her dullness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to evidence her something then just came right out and said it, `` intimate quirk. ''
Just then the server appeared from behind her shoulder to take our swallow orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on intent. To give her time to process.

But the trick is on me. She is no stranger to `` intimate oddities, '' in fact `` intimate oddities, '' were some of her favorite pastimes. She decided to recreate speechless and see if she could picture out exactly what I was into. She let her face lighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 tint of silver ? '' pretending to be a fan girl of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breathing spell and closed my eyes in exasperation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and pathetic depiction of BDSM in that Good Book beat back me as mad as it drove her. She let a diminished grinning 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 accord to celebrate my enigma. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar government note, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the character in that book, but that eccentric is a horrifying internal representation of what my sexual lifestyle is about. I 'm for sure that you 're not concerned in hearing about my sex spirit the first of all sentence we 're meeting over dinner party, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't pursue you. The form of sex I have is very particular proposition and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant evening and part as friend. ''

Jennifer is truly interest now. Not only is this blind date someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and nearly probably a very thoroughly catch, I 'm also a sexual dominant allele. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to come in right out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did require me to view her as having potential. She decided to act as a petty with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in common. Jeanie actually got this set up right. We genuinely laughed at each other 's jokes, found we watched the same TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping lilliputian hint to keep me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the table letting her helping hand rest in orison position, when the server came to the table with our entrees I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken right field ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my eyes dart to her font then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a little loud, very talkative and virtually of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to know her, the daily vanilla extract side of her ... and she got to know my daily vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the best time she has had in months. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to lend us discriminate curb. 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 dependable it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a date I do n't like the musical theme of a man having to pay for dinner anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where charwoman did n't go or did n't make enough money working. I get paid quite plenty to afford my own dinner. '' My face is thoughtful as I start to resist again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a little sexist of me to assume that you should accept to pay, and it 's a little sexist of you to put on that I ca n't or do n't require to pay. '' My hands went up in defeat, `` fair enough. I 'm beaming blue jean set us up, I really think we could be neat acquaintance. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my last probability to bring up 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 oddities. Does n't everyone bear at least some ? '' surprise crossed my face, `` Not many women would want to talk about sex on the first 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 curiosity actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you mean ? '' `` Well, '' She started, `` I happen to enjoy being the submissive mate in relationships. '' I grabbed her articulatio humeri and turned her dorsum to her car, stepping tight to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you receive actual experience being slavish ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two old age former then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' long tool with the thickness of a coke can ? '' My face is just inches from hers and my eyes mean business. Her breath caught in her pharynx and she only just managed to screech out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet cold and knockout. I ask in a very level and controlled vocalism, `` Is that sort of relationship something you would be occupy in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close physical proximity is derailing her flirty and arch plan. 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 face ... my lips not quite touching hers, `` Yes, what ? '' I asked. She grinned and murmured, `` Yes Sir, '' tipping her side up for a kiss. Instead I took a whole step away from her, allowing her to realise that her trunk is leaning against the car. As she peeled her eubstance 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 orders hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her food on the passenger bottom. 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 route I moved my deal to the small of her rachis. Instantly she feels a change come over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her shoulders were back and her headspring is held richly. Amazing the modification that one touch in the right place could have. The bar is loud and total of small fry barely old enough to be there ... some may not have even been 21. This did not at all seem like my scene and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entrance as I scanned the room for seating. I lead her to the back corner of the bar where there was a diminutive Booth with only one side of meat of seating area and let her chute in.
'' Do you like red wine ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her head 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. `` White wine ? '' I asked. `` E. B. White wine is full than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the board making my way up to the bar. I did n't slip in and around the crowd like she would take, rather as the college students saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely sexy to keep an eye on, student parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar pinnace feeling for wine feeding bottle and chuckling when soul plopped down next to her. In the backbone niche of the bar it could n't have been by misapprehension. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly drunk frat boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere baby doll, '' his talking to was slurred and he was clearly trying to get prosperous tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her immediate reception and overwhelming need to be civil 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 have ally here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the glass of beer in his hand, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my question. Faintly across the bar she heard a mathematical group of people 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 tit, but I, '' he paused to take a deep hint, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweet beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to gage further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your ally are right. '' He reached over with a beer still in his hand, `` No, see, if we just get this button out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to check him just as she hears my reassuringly angry vocalisation, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy saltation and tumble beer down her top. As soon as frat boy saw me, he stood as vertical 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 collar of his shirt and said in a equanimity and dangerously hushed phonation that carried over the randomness of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a adult female again. Do you empathise me ? '' The fraternity 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 alright ? '' 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 stall next to her and with one hand held both of hers still. My early bridge player went to her face and held her impertinence. Waiting until she looked up from the board to make believe eye contact with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her tabernacle sweetly. `` OK. '' I sounded reassured. `` Andrew D. White wine, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My trash is to the full of scotch. This is unlike than the restaurant. I 'm different. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our bound and experiences were. Occasionally she would scan the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would care if they overheard our conversation, but the bunch stayed young and indifferent to the duo sitting in the book binding corner. I asked her many doubt and her reply were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to spread out on something. My body language and hers made it very clear to both of us that this conversation is different. I had her perfect and single attending. She sat back in the buns, her body feeling smaller and smaller the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to settle her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll have none of your silly feminism ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly capable and volition to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for affair. You will not feel guilty about spending 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 consternation on her human face and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a gentleman ... even if that 's a short male chauvinist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub relationship if not a little sexist ? We went to her place, her consistency is slender and toned. Her venter is flatcar and she fits into a sizing 6. All affair considered, she is a collar. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the animation way to go to the kitchen. She reached into the closet for a coffee phiz and tone me press up against her. `` Do n't mind me. I 'm just here for the coffee, '' I teased, rubbing the outset 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 prison term you realized that I 'm in mastery here and stop saying no. '' I slide my deal around her waist and dip my fingers beneath the rubber band isthmus of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been patient long enough, but my putz 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my finger in late, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there finger fucking her in the kitchen. My erection is still rubbing against her, getting bombastic every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` Makes you seem in need of a love example. Do you want person to learn you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just stop, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me harder. I abandoned the coffee mug that I had clasped in my hired hand to gain beneath her blouse and cupped one of her breasts. 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 push me away, but I would n't budge. `` Get off of me ! '' She cried. I mumbled something against her teat and held her tighter. Her peel prickling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her breasts, gently working one breast then the other knocker. My hot sassing lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my spit.

Then my helping hand 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 obeisance. ''
Jennifer nodded just to feel the pull of her head teacher against my deal. She feels her wetness seeping through her pantie as she stood on shivering branch against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the livelihood room.
Fiercely, her eyes met mine and did not err as she undid her blouse, exposing the disgraceful lace and her full breasts. Her pulse is racing. `` Keep going, Jennifer. You know the ruler. '' So stern. So make out sexy. A hip chemise and the skirt fluttered to the floor. My oculus widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a step forward, in her bra and stockings, making a motility to enter. I held a script out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take it all off. You can hold open the stockings and garter belt. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra clutch, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small knocker. She dropped it on the storey, `` A little hasty, though you 're quite a 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 headland is filling with tranquilize. No longer concerned with anxiousness or mundane tasks, I 'm filling her with composure, through mastery and her own pliant, volition answer. A answer, in this case, is to bend forward over a plush lounge, and stick her ass high in the air. She gave it a little wiggle for good measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely recollect what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the curve of her ass. She squirmed and her part got buirdly, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, intemperate. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the utmost small threads of desire she had to keep up control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her vox quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her pussy, sliding a digit between the lips. `` judgment by how lots of a wet little fornicatress you are, I think there 's more that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to lie with. I want you to be intimate me. '' The last few sentences tumbled out in a needy haste. She hears me slide my belt out of my drawers, and a zipper 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, bigger than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The sound left her mouth as she flinched, feeling my hardness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every inch of her, satisfying that inscrutable ache she has had between her legs since the night began. She hears me murmuration `` oh fuck '' as I begin to thrust into her slowly, giving her body clip to accommodate my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... more ... More ... please ... Do n't stop ... Fuck me ... Please jazz me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slip down her thighs, increasing my tread at her incoherent urging and my need. She reached between her legs and flicked her clitoris back and Forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from derriere. Forceful, abstruse stab that pressed her thighs against the back of the lounge, and bounced her titmouse back and forth. I grabbed her fuzz roughly, arching her backrest towards me, saying `` You are mine. come, total for me. Be a good girlfriend and come for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to keep my tempo with her hips, pressing back against me at the deepest point of my punishing shot inside her, but lost out to my frenetic rhythm method of birth control and her fingers on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to waves of pleasance, jerking her pelvic arch uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, talk my hot 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 sleeve, 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 minute later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her repugnance, her body begins to respond to my contact again. Her pussy startle aching for my immense pecker instead of my power digit. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and plunk my hand back into her pussy. Her tricky succus dripped with each poking of my hand, which made it easier to slide in a 2nd digit and then a one-third. Her judgement is screaming no, but her physical structure has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her clit with my quarter round while my finger's breadth stroke inside her pussy. She feels heat start to flow through her and she tries to grab onto the counter to steady herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my fingerbreadth out of her pussy and give her clit a grueling pinch. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my slit soaked hand over her mouth. `` bread and butter quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the buffet and drop off my digit into her mouth. She sucks her sweet pussy juice off of each finger like I had sucked her breast. She ca n't conceive how aroused she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our apparel. We stood there for a bit. I have one hand on her back, holding her against the riposte top, and the early in her back talk. I rub my fit out dick against her and she sucked my fingerbreadth. Her body tingle 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 nighttime. Her body is begging for my rock hard hammer. 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 moan, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my clenched fist in her haircloth and force her head word back against my shoulder, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't need 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 fingers into her tomentum, pulling her heading back and glided my tongue into her give oral fissure. She does n't eff why she did it, but she closed her mouth around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to stop and puff for breath. `` You are just delightful, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her teat pressed against the cold tile, sending a shiver through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her gumption. She whimpers again, asking me to bar, but it did n't do any secure. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the back of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and press the tip of my putz against her possibility. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my cock up and down her snatch, making sure as shooting it is well lubricated with her lust. I tease her clit with the head of my rooster until she just ca n't stomach 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 need ? I could n't quite take heed you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as gaudy as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry snatch. I held her against the counter as I dip my cock just barely past her snatch backtalk and pull back out. I did this a few times, never going any deeper 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 issue forth around. '' I grunted ramming the intact length of my cock into her kitty. She nearly screamed, but my finger were back in her mouth, 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, sluggish and thick, rubbing up against her g-spot with each drive. It did n't ingest prospicient before she feels the tingle spread through her and sleep with she is about to cum. Her cunt kickoff contracting around my cock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her body, and she fumbles to steady herself against me. The heat of her climax enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get taut, '' I grunted. Her pussy quivering, the exaltation fading a little with each pulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my severeness.

'' You 're a hungry little affair, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better filling you up. '' I start to quicken up, hammering my peter into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her legs spacious, my balls 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 birth ascendance. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me suck you off ! '' I start to slow down down. `` You want to soak up my gumshoe ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to palpate your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to lick my pussy juice off of your putz. Please ! Let me get on my stifle and sucking you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and start flicking her clitoris and rolling it between my thumb and finger. My tool is still rubbing her g-spot and since her terminal orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her kitty-cat tightens around my cock and she ca n't help oneself but advertise 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 sound load of cum into her puss. Her sexual climax deepen and she milked me dry. Every drop of my cum is filling her up. What 's worse is that she loves it ! At that mo she knew she would allow me to exploit her crave any time I wanted. Once I 'm eat up, I pull out of her and flip her over. My cum starts to dribble out of her kitty rim.

She is flushed from her head to her toes. I pull her closing for a cryptical, passionate buss, my spit continuing the rape I had just had against her organic structure. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take advantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her nipple one close hard pinch and zipped up my pants. 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 ill-use pussy .