DESIRE ... .better known as torture ... passion is balmy and concentrated at the same time. Like water, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can hold up 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 mythic meal, Abacus is the flagship for epitomizing relaxed, o.k. dining. The restaurant 's reputation is for key signature menus, extensive wine list and custom-crafted cocktails, plus a James face fungus nominating speech for Service. At Abacus, they cultivate an surround that revolves around people and their relationship to solid food. It's a culture of celebrating the uniqueness of ingredients, Guest and staff—from the gentleman, Host, host and chefs alike. Together, the experience transcends the average dining experience to truly singular. In this mo Jennifer is stunned. This is the fifth blind particular date Jeanie has set up for her in the last six hebdomad. How can she excuse that no matter how nice a guy is, she just not going to be interested ? The eccentric of men she is concern in do n't go on blind date. She certainly does not acknowledge a guy that can open this restaurant.

The hostess led her to a private room near the book binding where it is lull and vague lighting suggesting that this area is for escort 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 show her dainty feminine elbow room, I would insist on paying, we 'd go menage and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can narrate something is unlike about me. There is a sort of amused patience etched into my face. My strikingly rugged typeface and expensive dress, she noticed only after she studied my expression. There was something remarkably conversant about the stiff smile on his rim and the apprehension in his eye. Then it struck her, she recognized her own expression in mine. I also was dreading this engagement ; 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, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to meet you. How are you ? '' `` Just amercement. '' Already an awkward secrecy ... not a skilful sign for having a pleasant eve. She sighs a short preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you bonk Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the side, as if not fully understanding the question, `` I 'm her friend. Did she not recite you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be honest you 're the fifth blind engagement she 's set me up with recently, so I may have cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` denim can be lasting. She told me a lot about you. Let me secern you, you have gamy criteria to live up to. '' She chuckled, how same Jeanie. She took a intimation to bulge out speechmaking again, but I cut her off. `` Listen, you seem like a overnice young woman Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each early. '' 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 percipient 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 oddities that most women can not stand even the thought of. '' What on earth could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reasonableness for us not to sustain a nice evening together and maybe even become booster for Jean 's saki. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What form of quirk ? '' No point in beating around the bush. I sat back in my tush and a piffling surprised by her dullness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came right out and said it, `` intimate curiosity. ''
Just then the server appeared from behind her shoulder joint to take our crapulence orders. I seen the server coming and shared my bit of information just then on use. To kick in her time to appendage.

But the joke is on me. She is no alien to `` sexual oddities, '' in fact `` sexual rarity, '' were some of her favorite pastimes. She decided to spiel dumb and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her face lighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of ash grey ? '' pretending to be a fan girl of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breath and closed my heart in aggravation. I 'm certainly the inaccuracies and wretched portrayal of BDSM in that volume ride me as mad as it drove her. She let a minuscule grinning weirdy across her lips while my oculus 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 dollar bank note, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the character in that book, but that character is a atrocious representation of what my sexual life style is about. I 'm sure that you 're not worry 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 specific and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant evening and part as friends. ''

Jennifer is truly worry now. Not only is this blind date somebody that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and to the highest degree in all probability a very good arrest, I 'm also a sexual dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to come powerful 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 piddling with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in unwashed. Jeanie actually got this set up right. We genuinely laughed at each other 's jokes, found we watched the Lapp TV show and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping footling 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 work force rest in prayer positioning, when the waiter came to the board with our admittance I asked, `` You ordered the grilled volaille right ? '' and she replied with a amusing, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my center dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a picayune tawdry, very garrulous and nearly of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to know her, the daily vanilla side of her ... and she got to jazz my day by day vanilla incline as well. Jennifer is having the best clip she has had in months. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to take us classify stay. 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 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 go or did n't constitute plenty money working. I get paid quite enough to afford my own dinner party. '' My face is thoughtful as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a little male chauvinist of me to assume that you should hold to pay, and it 's a little sexist of you to presume that I ca n't or do n't need to pay. '' My helping hand went up in frustration, `` Fair enough. I 'm glad Jean set us up, I really think we could be enceinte friends. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my last chance to observe 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 intimate oddity. Does n't everyone have at to the lowest degree some ? '' surprisal crossed my side, `` Not many woman would require to talk about sex on the first date. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a particular date, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her berm 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 love being the submissive partner in family relationship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her rear to her car, stepping close to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you experience existent experience being submissive ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man 30 two years older then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' long tool with the thickness of a coke can ? '' My brass is just inches from hers and my eyes meant line of work. Her breathing time caught in her throat and she only just managed to whine out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet cold and severely. I ask in a very level and command voice, `` Is that sorting of kinship something you would be interested in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close physical propinquity is derailing her flirty and prankish plan. She feels the heat of my organic structure 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 human face ... 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 bring in that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her body away from the cold metallic element I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulders. The frisson of following orders hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her food on the passenger nates. I closed the door and pulled her away from her car toward a bar across the street. As we stepped off the American Stock Exchange into the road I moved my hand to the small of her back. Instantly she feels a variety come over her ; she stood straighter, her articulatio coxae swayed more, her berm were back and her nous is held high. Amazing the change that one touch in the right place could have. The bar is loud and full of kids barely old enough to be there ... some may not throw even been 21. This did not at all seem like my prospect 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 street corner of the bar where there was a tiny booth with only one side of seating and let her glide 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 call into question me. `` White person wine ? '' I asked. `` white wine is better than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the table making my way up to the bar. I did n't slide in and around the bunch like she would have, rather as the college students saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely sexy to observe, students parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar tender feel for wine bottles and chuckling when individual plopped down next to her. In the back turning point of the bar it could n't have been by mistake. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly drunkard fraternity boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere baby dolly, '' his speech was slurred and he was clearly trying to get prosperous tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her quick 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 knocker she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have ally here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the methamphetamine hydrochloride of beer in his helping hand, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my interrogative sentence. Faintly across the bar she heard a group of people respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the Friend, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his handwriting 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 back further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your protagonist 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 break off him just as she hears my reassuringly tempestuous voice, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy leap and spillway beer down her top. As soon as fraternity boy saw me, he stood as upright as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't know this little girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to pull in one's horns toward his acquaintance. I grabbed him by the apprehension of his shirt and said in a equanimity and dangerously quiet voice that carried over the stochasticity 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 head. 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 Adrenalin rush more that she knew logically was necessary. I slide into the cubicle next to her and with one hand held both of hers still. My early manus 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 tabernacle sweetly. `` okay. '' I sounded reassured. `` White wine, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My Methedrine is broad of malt whiskey. This is different than the restaurant. I 'm unlike. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our limits and experiences were. Occasionally she would rake the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would give care if they overheard our conversation, but the crew stayed young and indifferent to the couple sitting in the rearwards corner. I asked her many questions and her response were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to expand on something. My body language and hers made it very crystallise to both of us that this conversation is unlike. I had her complete and undivided attending. She sat back in the seat, her body feeling small 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 women's liberation movement ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly able 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 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 press me before we even had a calm set of rule established. I saw the consternation on her cheek and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a valet ... even if that 's a picayune 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 place, her body is slender and toned. Her belly is flat and she fits into a size 6. All affair considered, she is a arrest. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the living room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a coffee smiler and tactile property 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 time you realized that I 'm in instruction here and stop saying no. '' I slide my hand around her shank and dip my fingers beneath the pliable band of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger's breadth 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 deep, 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 larger every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your cunt just for me ? '' I ask, `` Makes you seem in need of a fuck lesson. Do you take individual to teach you how to fix a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just stop, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me severely. I abandoned the coffee berry mug that I had clasped in my helping hand to reach beneath her blouse and cupped one of her breasts. I pinched her mammilla, I kneaded her breast. `` Yummy, '' I whispered into her ear before turning her toward me, unbuttoning her blouse and lowering my mouth to her white meat. She reached up to fight 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 sputter prickling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her titty, gently working one chest then the early knocker. My hot mouth lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my tongue.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her hair, whispering instruction manual in her ear. A surreptitious 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 respect. ''
Jennifer nodded just to feel the wrench of her head against my deal. She feels her wetness seeping through her step-in as she stood on rickety legs against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the sustenance room.
Fiercely, her eye met mine and did not stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the grim lace and her fully white meat. Her pulse is racing. `` living going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So quarter. So shtup sexy. A hip chemise and the chick fluttered to the flooring. My eyes widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a step forward, in her bra and stockings, making a motion to accede. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take it all off. You can keep the stockings and garter belt. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra clasp, unhooking it and pulling it away from her little breast. She dropped it on the flooring, `` A little hasty, though you 're quite an obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An strange bit of superbia welled in her chest. `` Bend over the couch. I told you, thoroughly daughter get rewarded. ''

Already, her head is filling with calm down. No longer refer with anxiety or mundane task, I 'm filling her with equanimity, through command and her own pliant, willing response. A reception, in this guinea pig, is to bend forward over a plush couch, and wedge her ass highschool in the air. She gave it a little wiggle for good measure. `` 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 curve of her ass. She squirmed and her vocalization got huskier, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the last footling togs of desire she had to asseverate control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her voice quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her kitty, sliding a finger's breadth between the lips. `` judgment by how much 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 be intimate. I want you to fuck me. '' The last few judgment of conviction tumbled out in a needy rush. She hears me slew 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 shaft 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 severity enter her deepest recesses. I filled every inch of her, satisfying that deep ache she has had between her ramification since the night began. She hears me mutter `` oh shtup '' as I begin to hurl into her slowly, giving her body metre to lodge my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... More ... Sir Thomas More ... please ... Do n't stop ... Fuck me ... Please roll in the hay me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slipperiness down her thighs, increasing my step at her incoherent importunity and my need. She reached between her leg and flicked her clit back and Forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from rear. Forceful, deep push that pressed her second joint against the back of the lounge, and bounced her knocker back and Forth. I grabbed her haircloth roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, come for me. Be a good young woman and cum for me. '' In my masochistic seventh heaven, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to celebrate my pace with her hips, pressing back against me at the deepest detail of my grueling diagonal inside her, but lost out to my frenetic musical rhythm and her digit on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to Wave of pleasure, jerking her hips uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill my hot tweed cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her skin. I led her to lay down on the couch, where I enveloped her in my weapon system, Thomas More tenderly than she honestly would get expected. I kissed her on the frontal bone and said with a smile `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two hr later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her repulsion, her trunk begins to answer to my touch again. Her pussy head start aching for my huge cock instead of my indicant finger. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and dove my hired hand back into her pussy. Her slick juice dripped with each driving force of my hand, which made it well-heeled to slide in a indorsement fingerbreadth and then a one-third. Her psyche is screaming no, but her body has begun to evaporate again. I tease and rub her clitoris with my thumb while my fingerbreadth stroke inside her pussy. She feels estrus head start to course through her and she tries to take hold of onto the riposte to steady herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my fingers out of her pussy and ease up her clitoris a hard jot. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my puss soaked hand over her mouth. `` Keep quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and slip my fingerbreadth into her mouth. She sucks her odoriferous kitty succus off of each finger like I had sucked her breast. 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 moment. I have one script on her back, holding her against the counter top, and the other in her mouth. I rub my clothed dick against her and she sucked my digit. Her trunk 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 Night. Her consistency is begging for my rock hard peter. 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 fist in her hairsbreadth and pull her heading back against my articulatio humeri, 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 cunt begs for my cock. I fuck a womanhood usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my fingerbreadth into her tomentum, pulling her head back and glided my tongue into her unfastened back talk. She does n't sleep together why she did it, but she closed her mouth around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to turn back and puff for breath. `` You are just luscious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her nipples pressed against the cold tile, sending a shiver through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her sens. 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 backrest of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and public press the tip of my peter against her opening. I held tightly onto her pelvis, sliding my cock up and down her snatch, making certain it is well lubricate with her lecherousness. I tease her clitoris with the headland 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 take heed you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as meretricious as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot thirsty pussy. I held her against the counter as I dip my peter just barely past her kitty-cat mouth and pull back out. I did this a few prison term, 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 get laid me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd get around. '' I grunted ramming the total duration of my dick into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my fingers 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 find so dependable. I begin fucking her, obtuse and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each thrust. It did n't get long before she feels the tingling spread through her and knew 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 climax hit, radiating throughout her body, and she fumbles to brace herself against me. The heat of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get squiffy, '' I grunted. Her pussy vibration, the transport fading a footling with each beat. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a hungry trivial thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better filling you up. '' I start to hotfoot up, hammering my dick into her dripping wet slit. I spread her branch wide, 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 control. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my oral fissure. Let me breastfeed you off ! '' I start to decelerate down. `` You want to suck my prick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to experience your hot cum shoot down my pharynx. I want to puzzle out my pussy juice off of your cock. Please ! Let me get on my stifle and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my cunt ! '' 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 orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her snatch tightens around my cock and she ca n't serve but push back against me. `` You want to breastfeed 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 shooting a enceinte shipment of cum into her twat. Her coming intensify and she milked me dry. Every cliff of my cum is filling her up. What 's worse is that she loves it ! At that moment she knew she would permit me to exploit her lust any time 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 close for a deeply, passionate candy kiss, my lingua continuing the assault I had just had against her body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take reward of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her mammilla one last gruelling pinch and zipped up my bloomers. 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 puss .