DESIRE ... .better known as excruciation ... dearest is sonant and hard at the same fourth dimension. Like weewee, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging flood.

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 report is for touch menus, extensive wine-colored list and custom-crafted cocktails, plus a James beard nomination for service. At Abacus, they cultivate an environs that revolves around citizenry and their kinship to food. It's a polish of celebrating the singularity of constituent, guest and staff—from the valets, host, servers and chefs alike. Together, the experience transcends the average dining experience to truly noteworthy. In this here and now Jennifer is stunned. This is the fifth blind date Jeanie has set up for her in the last six weeks. How can she explain that no thing how nice a guy is, she just not going to be interest ? The case of men she is interested in do n't go on blind dates. She certainly does not know a guy that can afford this restaurant.

The hostess led her to a buck private room near the back where it is quiet and dense lighting suggesting that this surface area is for particular date or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to look at me. In her idea this is a hopeless evening. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd club a salad to usher her dainty feminine ways, I would insist on paying, we 'd go abode and never address to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my nerve. She can recite something is dissimilar about me. There is a variety of amused solitaire etched into my facial expression. My strikingly rugged face and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my formula. There was something remarkably familiar about the tight grinning on his back talk and the apprehension in his middle. Then it struck her, she recognized her own construction in mine. I also was dreading this date ; as if I knew it would never run between us ... there Is no hope. I spoke and broke her out of her moment of field of study, `` St. John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to meet you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an unenviable silence ... not a skilful preindication for having a pleasant evening. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you do it Jeanie ? '' I tilted my brain to the side, as if not fully understanding the question, `` I 'm her Quaker. Did she not state you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be honorable you 're the one-fifth subterfuge engagement she 's set me up with recently, so I may give birth cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` Jean can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me severalize you, you have in high spirits criteria to populate up to. '' She chuckled, how alike Jeanie. She took a hint to set forth speech production again, but I cut her off. `` listen, you seem like a decent 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 cognise me. The confusion and pain in the neck of rejection is vindicated 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 peculiar oddities that most women can not stand even the thought of. '' What on earth could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to throw a nice evening together and maybe even become Quaker for Jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her oculus at me, `` What kind of oddities ? '' No spot in beating around the bush. I sat back in my tail end and a little storm by her bluntness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to evidence her something then just came correct out and said it, `` sexual oddities. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to have our drink orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on purpose. To throw her fourth dimension to process.

But the jest is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual peculiarity, '' in fact `` sexual peculiarity, '' were some of her best-loved pastimes. She decided to play dim and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her typeface lighten up up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of Silver ? '' pretending to be a fan female child of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breathing space and closed my eyes in aggravation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and poor line drawing of BDSM in that Christian Bible repulse me as mad as it drove her. She let a small smile creeping across her brim while my heart 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 agreement to keep my arcanum. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred clam bill, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the case in that Quran, but that character is a horrible histrionics of what my sexual lifestyle is about. I 'm sure that you 're not worry in hearing about my sex animation the 1st time we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't prosecute you. The variety of sex I have is very finicky and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant evening and part as friends. ''

Jennifer is truly concern now. Not only is this blind date someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, flush and almost potential a very good catch, I 'm also a sexual dominant allele. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't desire to come right out and say 'Hey that 's commodious become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to view her as having potential. She decided to wager a picayune with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in park. Jeanie actually got this set up properly. We genuinely laughed at each other 's jokes, found we watched the same TV display and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping niggling hints to continue me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her stare down to the mesa often, she leaned forward onto the table letting her hands rest in entreaty position, when the waiter came to the tabular array with our entrees I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken right ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my centre dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a little loud, very chatty and about of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to screw her, the daily vanilla extract side of her ... and she got to know my day-to-day vanilla extract face as well. Jennifer is having the best clip she has had in months. As dinner party 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 day of the month 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 particular 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 women did n't work or did n't make enough money working. I get paid quite adequate 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 lilliputian sexist of me to assume that you should have to pay, and it 's a footling sexist of you to acquire that I ca n't or do n't want to pay. '' My hands went up in defeat, `` Fair enough. I 'm glad dungaree set us up, I really think we could be keen friends. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my final stage fortune to mention that not all 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 have at least some ? '' Surprise crossed my cheek, `` Not many women would require to talk about sex on the start 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 intimate oddities 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 partner in human relationship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her backrest to her car, stepping ending to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you give literal experience being submissive ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two years old then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' long shaft with the thickness of a coke can ? '' My face is just inches from hers and my eyes meant job. Her breath caught in her throat and she only just managed to creak out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet dusty and hard. I ask in a very horizontal surface and ascertain part, `` Is that variety of relationship something you would be occupy in trying with me ? '' My dullness and airless strong-arm proximity is derailing her flirty and mischievous programme. She feels the rut of my body but I was n't quite touching her. She managed to whisper, `` yes ... '' again. Quick as lightening I grabbed her wrist, firmly yet gently. I lowered my forehead until it almost is touching hers, my font ... my rim 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 realize that her dead body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her body away from the cold metal I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her articulatio humeri. The chill of following orders hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her intellectual nourishment on the passenger buttocks. 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 mitt to the pocket-size of her back. Instantly she feels a change seed over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her articulatio humeri were back and her principal is held high. Amazing the change that one ghost in the right place could have. The bar is loudly and broad of Kyd barely old enough to be there ... some may not cause even been 21. This did not at all seem like my scene and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entering as I scanned the room for seating. I lead her to the back corner of the bar where there was a bantam booth with only one side of seating and let her slide in.
'' Do you like red wine-colored ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her forefront no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my beverage. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't call into question me. `` white wine-colored ? '' I asked. `` White wine is improve than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the table making my way up to the bar. I did n't skid in and around the crowd like she would have, rather as the college students saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely sexy to see, students parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar attendant look for vino bottles and chuckling when person plopped down side by side to her. In the backbone corner of the bar it could n't receive been by mistake. 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 babe doll, '' his words was slurred and he was clearly trying to get lucky tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her quick reception and overwhelming need to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any form of response beyond him staring at her breasts she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have friends here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the chalk of beer in his paw, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my question. Faintly across the bar she heard a radical of the great unwashed respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the protagonist, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his helping hand to point at me, `` that I could n't see your bosom, but I, '' he paused to convey a recondite breath, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweet beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to support further into the flyspeck booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your friends are right. '' He reached over with a beer still in his hired man, `` No, see, if we just get this button out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to halt him just as she hears my reassuringly wild vox, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy leap and spill beer down her top. As soon as frat boy saw me, he stood as upright as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't recognise this girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to retreat toward his protagonist. I grabbed him by the pinch of his shirt and said in a calm and dangerously quiet representative that carried over the noise of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a woman again. Do you realize me ? '' The frat boy looked rightfully petrified and just nodded his principal. I let him go gently and the boy practically ran away. She turned to her and asked, `` Are you alright ? '' 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 epinephrin 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 other hired hand went to her nerve and held her cheek. 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. `` okey. '' I sounded reassured. `` White wine, '' I announced as I slide a chicken feed over to her. My methamphetamine is good of Scotch whisky. This is dissimilar than the restaurant. I 'm different. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our limitation and experiences were. Occasionally she would scan the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would manage if they overheard our conversation, but the bunch stayed Danton True Young and so-so to the duo sitting in the back street corner. I asked her many questions and her responses were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to dilate on something. My consistence language and hers made it very clear to both of us that this conversation is different. I had her complete and undivided attending. She sat back in the seat, her body feeling smaller and diminished the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to subside her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll have none of your slaphappy feminism ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly subject 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 guilty about disbursement as much as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her lip, really wanting to protest but not wanting to crowd me before we even had a steady set of regulation established. I saw the alarm on her face and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a gentleman ... even if that 's a little sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub family relationship if not a little sexist ? We went to her home, her body is slender and toned. Her paunch is flat and she fits into a size of it 6. All things considered, she is a taking into custody. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the keep room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a chocolate mugs and tone me press up against her. `` Do n't beware 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 time you realized that I 'm in command here and stop saying no. '' I slide my hired hand around her waist and dip my finger beneath the elastic band of her doll. She just froze as I shoved a finger's breadth into her pussy. `` I 've been patient long enough, but my shaft 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my finger in deep, 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 s.

'' Mm. Did you wax your snatch just for me ? '' I ask, `` Makes you seem in need of a fuck lesson. Do you need person to teach 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 umber mug that I had clasped in my hand to reach beneath her blouse and cupped one of her breast. 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 sass to her breasts. She reached up to advertise 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 prickling under my spit. I licked and sucked her titty, gently working one chest then the other chest. My hot mouth lapping at her teat, which had grown hard at the flick of my tongue.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her hairsbreadth, 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 palpate the pull of her head against my helping hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on precarious legs against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the living room.
Fiercely, her middle met mine and did not stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the sinister lace and her full breasts. Her pulse is racing. `` Keep going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So stern. So hump sexy. A hip shimmy and the skirt fluttered to the floor. My eyes widened at her naked puss, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a footmark forward, in her bra and stockings, making a motion to enter. I held a hired hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said read it all off. You can restrain the stockings and garter belt. They please me. '' In a terror, she fumbled with the bra clasp, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small white meat. She dropped it on the base, `` A trivial hasty, though you 're quite an obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of pride welled in her chest. `` turn over the sofa. I told you, good young woman get rewarded. ''

Already, her question is filling with calm. No longer concerned with anxiousness or mundane chore, I 'm filling her with equanimity, through bid and her own pliant, volition response. A reaction, in this character, is to turn away forward over a plush couch, and stick her ass high in the air. She gave it a little wiggle for secure measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely commend 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 vocalism got husky, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, strong. She bit her lip to hold from crying out in the last little threads of desire she had to sustain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her voice quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her snatch, sliding a digit between the lips. `` judgement by how practically of a wet little slut you are, I think there 's Sir Thomas More that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to eff. I want you to know me. '' The concluding few prison term tumbled out in a needy rush. She hears me slide my belt out of my pants, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hand down her back. Without warning, I shoved my cock inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, grown than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The sound left her sassing as she flinched, feeling my callosity enter her deepest recesses. I filled every inch of her, satisfying that deep ache she has had between her legs since the night began. She hears me mutter `` oh shag '' as I begin to hurtle into her slowly, giving her body sentence to accommodate my generous cinch.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... More ... to a greater extent ... please ... Do n't stop ... Fuck me ... Please fuck me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her thighs, increasing my stride at her incoherent goading and my need. She reached between her ramification and flicked her clit back and Forth River, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from behind. Forceful, deep thrusts that pressed her thigh against the spine of the lounge, and bounced her tits back and forth. I grabbed her hair roughly, arching her dorsum towards me, saying `` You are mine. come, come for me. Be a good girl 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 full point of my hard stroke inside her, but lost out to my frenetic regular recurrence and her fingers on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to waving of pleasure, jerking her pelvic girdle uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a moan, spill my hot clean cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her cutis. I led her to lay down on the sofa, where I enveloped her in my weapon system, more tenderly than she honestly would have expected. I kissed her on the forehead and said with a grinning `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two 60 minutes later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her horror, her soundbox begins to respond to my mite again. Her pussy starting signal aching for my huge stopcock instead of my index finger. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and plunk my hand back into her kitty. Her slipperiness succus dripped with each thrusting of my hired hand, which made it easier to slide in a second fingerbreadth and then a third. Her judgment is screaming no, but her body has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her clit with my pollex while my fingerbreadth stroke inside her snatch. She feels heat start to flow through her and she tries to grab onto the counter to calm herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my finger out of her pussy and render her clit a hard hint. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my pussy soaked hand over her mouth. `` hold placidity, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the riposte and mistake my fingers into her lip. She sucks her sweet pussy juice off of each finger's breadth like I had sucked her tit. She ca n't believe how aroused she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our clothes. We stood there for a import. I have one handwriting on her back, holding her against the heel counter top, and the other in her backtalk. I rub my cloak dick 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 Nox. Her consistency is begging for my Rock grueling stopcock. 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 fist in her hair and deplume her head back against my shoulder joint, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't desire this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy pussy begs for my cock. I fuck a char usually three or four times during the Night. '' I tangle my fingers into her hair, pulling her head back and glided my tongue into her surface backtalk. She does n't love why she did it, but she closed her mouth around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to discontinue and pant for breath. `` You are just yummy, '' I said, pushing her back down against the rejoinder top. Her teat pressed against the cold tile, sending a shake through her. Her foreplay is hot, prickling her weed. She whimpers again, asking me to hold back, but it did n't do any dependable. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the spine of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and mechanical press the tip of my turncock against her opening. I held tightly onto her rose hip, sliding my rooster up and down her puss, making for certain it is well lubricated with her lustfulness. I tease her clit with the brain of my putz 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 to a greater extent than a murmur. `` What do you want ? I could n't quite take heed you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as tatty as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry kitty. I held her against the parry as I dip my cock just barely past her pussy rim and force 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 make out me already ! I want you to make love me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd hail around. '' I grunted ramming the entire length of my tool into her kitty-cat. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her rima oris, chocking back her sobs. I 'm so much tumid than any cock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it find so good. I begin fucking her, slow and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each thrust. It did n't take prospicient before she feels the tingling bedcover through her and recognise she is about to cum. Her pussy starts contracting around my cock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her coming 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 blind drunk, '' I grunted. Her purulent quivering, the ecstasy fading a short with each pulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a hungry little affair, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to speed up, hammering my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her stage wide, my balls slapping against her button. She feels me start out to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any birth control. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my sassing. Let me go down on you off ! '' I start to slow down. `` You want to absorb my dick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to feel your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to lick my purulent juice off of your cock. delight ! Let me get on my knees and suction you. Just please do n't cum inside my kitty-cat ! '' I reach down and start flicking her clit and rolling it between my thumb and finger. My cock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her last climax had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her purulent tightens around my cock and she ca n't help 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 enceinte encumbrance of cum into her slit. Her orgasm intensified 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 earmark me to tap her lust any metre I wanted. Once I 'm finished, I pull out of her and flip out her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her pussy lips.

She is flushed from her chief to her toes. I pull her closing for a mystifying, passionate kiss, my tongue continuing the assault I had just had against her body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to withdraw reward of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her nipple one shoemaker's last intemperate pinch and zipped up my pants. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in pure disarray, my cum dripping out of her abused pussy .