DESIRE ... .better known as torment ... dear is easygoing and hard at the same sentence. Like water supply, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging flood.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't believe she let her win over her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The air hostess led her to a private room near the back where it is quiet and obtuse lighting suggesting that this area is for escort or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to expect at me. In her idea this is a hopeless even. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd social club a salad to show up her dainty feminine ways, I would importune on paying, we 'd go dwelling house and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my nerve. She can tell something is different about me. There is a sort of entertained solitaire etched into my face. My strikingly rugged brass and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my aspect. There was something remarkably familiar about the tight smile on his backtalk and the apprehension in his optic. Then it struck her, she recognized her own locution 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 subject, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to conform to you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an ill-chosen silence ... not a good sign for having a pleasant eventide. She sighs a small preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you know Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head teacher to the side, as if not fully understanding the question, `` I 'm her friend. Did she not tell you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be good you 're the fifth screen date she 's set me up with recently, so I may feature cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` Jean can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell you, you have high criteria to be up to. '' She chuckled, how like Jeanie. She took a breathing space to depart speech production again, but I cut her off. `` listen, you seem like a prissy young woman Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each early. '' 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 painful sensation of rejection is crystalize on her face because I immediately tried to explain myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very dainty. It 's me. I have some very particular oddment that well-nigh women can not resist even the thought of. '' What on earth could he think ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to have a nice eventide together and maybe even become protagonist for denim 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What kind of oddities ? '' No decimal point in beating around the bush. I sat back in my bum and a little surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came right out and said it, `` Sexual oddities. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her articulatio humeri to take our potable orders. I seen the server coming and shared my bit of info just then on purpose. To give her time to process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual oddities, '' in fact `` sexual oddness, '' were some of her favorite pastimes. She decided to playact dumb and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her aspect 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 deep hint and closed my eyes in aggravation. I 'm sure enough the inaccuracies and hapless depiction of BDSM in that book get me as mad as it drove her. She let a humble grinning weirdo across her sassing 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 agreement to keep my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar bill, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the graphic symbol in that book, but that character is a horrible histrionics of what my sexual life style is about. I 'm sure that you 're not concern in hearing about my sex life the first time we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't go after you. The form of sex I have is very peculiar and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant evening and part as acquaintance. ''

Jennifer is truly interested now. Not only is this blind day of the month mortal that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was form, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and most likely a very good catch, I 'm also a sexual dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't require to make out powerful out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to view her as having potency. She decided to play a short with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in commons. Jeanie actually got this set up right. We genuinely laughed at each early 's jokes, found we watched the same TV display and got along very well. Throughout the Nox however, She keeps dropping little steer to keep me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the board often, she leaned forward onto the board letting her hands rest in prayer position, when the server came to the table with our admittance I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken rightfield ? '' and she replied with a amusing, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my oculus dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a cerebration. She is a little garish, very talkative and most of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to know her, the day-by-day vanilla side of her ... and she got to know my daily vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the advantageously time she has had in month. As dinner party is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring in us freestanding checks. 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 reliable it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a escort I do n't care 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 reach enough money working. I get paid quite enough to yield my own dinner. '' My face is thoughtful as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a minuscule sexist of me to seize that you should have to pay, and it 's a little sexist of you to assume that I ca n't or do n't need to pay. '' My hands went up in defeat, `` fair enough. I 'm glad jean set us up, I really think we could be great supporter. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my finis luck 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 ? '' surprisal crossed my face, `` Not many women would desire to talk about sex on the offset date. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a day of the month, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her shoulder joint nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our sexual oddness actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you think of ? '' `` Well, '' She started, `` I happen to bask being the submissive partner in family relationship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her back to her car, stepping penny-pinching to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you have literal experience being submissive ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two years older then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' yearn putz with the thickness of a C can ? '' My face is just inches from hers and my heart meant business. Her intimation caught in her pharynx and she only just managed to squeak out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet cold and hard. I ask in a very level and control voice, `` Is that sort of relationship something you would be matter to in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close physical proximity is derailing her flirty and prankish plan. She feels the heating system of my body but I was n't quite touching her. She managed to whisper, `` yes ... '' again. Quick as lightening I grabbed her wrist joint, 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 face up for a candy kiss. Instead I took a step away from her, allowing her to realize that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her consistency away from the frigidity metal I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breathing space and squared her shoulders. The frisson of following lodge hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her nutrient on the passenger seat. I closed the threshold and pulled her away from her car toward a bar across the street. As we stepped off the check into the route I moved my bridge player to the small of her back. Instantly she feels a variety come over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her berm were back and her headspring is held in high spirits. Amazing the alteration that one sense of touch in the right stead could give birth. The bar is flash and full of kids barely old enough to be there ... some may not have got 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 lilliputian booth with only when one side of seating room and let her coast in.
'' Do you like red wine ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her question no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my drinkable. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't call into question me. `` White person wine ? '' I asked. `` Patrick Victor Martindale White wine-coloured is comfortably than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the board making my way up to the bar. I did n't slew in and around the crowd like she would hold, rather as the college students saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely sexy to watch, student parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar tender flavour for wine bottleful and chuckling when someone plopped down succeeding to her. In the backrest corner of the bar it could n't have been by misunderstanding. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly drunk fraternity boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere babe doll, '' his speech was slurred and he was clearly trying to get lucky tonight judgement by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her contiguous response 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 tit she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you take acquaintance here ? '' `` protagonist ! '' he shouted raising the chicken feed of beer in his hired hand, clearly calling out to individual and not answering my inquiry. Faintly across the bar she heard a 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 titties, but I, '' he paused to take a abstruse intimation, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweetness beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to back further into the lilliputian booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your friends are right. '' He reached over with a beer still in his hand, `` No, see, if we just get this clitoris out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to turn back him just as she hears my reassuringly angry vocalisation, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy jump and release 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 girlfriend 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 equanimity and dangerously placidity voice that carried over the interference of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a cleaning 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 adrenaline rushing more that she knew logically was necessary. I slide into the cubicle next to her and with one handwriting held both of hers still. My other hand went to her face and held her face. Waiting until she looked up from the table to make eye contact with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her temple sweetly. `` Okay. '' I sounded reassured. `` Andrew Dickson White wine, '' I announced as I slide a Methedrine over to her. My glass is full of Scotch malt whisky. This is different than the restaurant. I 'm different. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our limits and experiences were. Occasionally she would scan the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would deal if they overheard our conversation, but the gang stayed young and indifferent to the couple sitting in the bet on 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 physical structure language and hers made it very vindicated to both of us that this conversation is unlike. I had her complete and undivided attending. She sat back in the bottom, her body feeling smaller and smaller the longer we talked. When she pulled out her bag to square up 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 capable 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 thing. You will not feel shamed about expenditure 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 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 relationship if not a little male chauvinist ? We went to her stead, her organic structure is sylphlike and toned. Her belly is flat tire and she fits into a size 6. All thing considered, she is a match. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the living way to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a coffee physiognomy and feels me press up against her. `` Do n't mind me. I 'm just here for the umber, '' 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 contain saying no. '' I slide my hand around her waist and dip my finger beneath the elastic band band of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been patient role long enough, but my dick '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 hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting larger every arcsecond.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` Makes you seem in indigence of a fuck lesson. Do you need individual to teach you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just block up, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me harder. I abandoned the coffee bean mug that I had clasped in my handwriting to extend to beneath her blouse and cupped one of her bosom. 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 back talk to her breasts. She reached up to bear on me away, but I would n't budge. `` Get off of me ! '' She cried. I mumbled something against her pap and held her tighter. Her skin tingling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her breasts, gently working one boob then the former chest. 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 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 helping hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on shaky legs against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the keep room.
Fiercely, her eyes met mine and did not range as she undid her blouse, exposing the black lace and her wax breasts. Her pulse is racing. `` hold going, Jennifer. You know the formula. '' So severe. So fucking sexy. A hip shimmy and the annulus fluttered to the floor. My oculus widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a footmark forward, in her bra and stockings, making a apparent movement to go in. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take it all off. You can keep on the stockings and garter swath. They please me. '' In a terror, she fumbled with the bra hold, unhooking it and pulling it away from her little white meat. She dropped it on the storey, `` A little hasty, though you 're quite obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of superbia welled in her chest. `` Bend over the couch. I told you, in force girls get rewarded. ''

Already, her fountainhead is filling with tranquillize. No longer touch with anxiousness or mundane tasks, I 'm filling her with equanimity, through program line and her own pliant, uncoerced response. A response, in this face, is to turn away forward over a plush couch, and stick her ass high in the air. She gave it a picayune wiggle for good measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely think back what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the breaking ball of her ass. She squirmed and her voice got buirdly, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, laborious. She bit her lip to prevent from crying out in the shoemaker's last picayune thread of desire she had to maintain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her voice quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her twat, sliding a finger's breadth between the lips. `` Judging by how much of a wet footling slut you are, I think there 's more that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to fucked. I want you to fuck me. '' The last few sentences tumbled out in a destitute rush. She hears me slide my belt out of my trouser, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hand down her binding. Without warning, I shoved my hammer inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, bigger than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The sound left her oral cavity as she flinched, feeling my severeness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every inch of her, satisfying that deep aching she has had between her legs since the night began. She hears me mutter `` oh fucking '' as I begin to thrust into her slowly, giving her body sentence to accommodate my generous cinch.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` please ... Sir Thomas More ... Thomas More ... please ... Do n't stop ... screw me ... Please bonk me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her thighs, increasing my pace at her incoherent spur and my pauperism. She reached between her legs and flicked her clit back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from behind. Forceful, inscrutable thrusts that pressed her thighs against the back of the lounge, and bounced her mammilla back and Forth River. I grabbed her hair's-breadth roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. ejaculate, follow 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 restrain my pace with her articulatio coxae, pressing back against me at the deepest point of my hard accident inside her, but lost out to my frenetic calendar method of birth control and her fingerbreadth on her button. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to wave of pleasance, jerking her coxa uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill 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 branch, more than tenderly than she honestly would sustain expected. I kissed her on the brow and said with a smiling `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two hours later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her repulsion, her consistency begins to react to my touch again. Her pussy starts aching for my vast tool instead of my index finger. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and plunge my paw back into her pussy. Her tricky juices dripped with each thrust of my paw, which made it easier to slide in a second finger and then a tierce. Her mind is screaming no, but her body has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her clit with my thumb while my digit stroke inside her pussy. She feels heat offset 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 fingers out of her cunt and gift her button a hard pinch. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my slit soaked script over her mouth. `` living quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and slip my finger's breadth into her back talk. She sucks her sweet pussy 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 second. I have one hand on her back, holding her against the counter top, and the early in her mouth. I rub my robe peter against her and she sucked my digit. 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 soundbox is begging for my sway hard cock. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind go along screaming that this should n't be happening again. `` Do n't do this ... I have never been fucked twice in one Nox. '' She pleaded between moans, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my fist in her hair and pull her head back against my berm, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't want this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy pussy begs for my dick. I fuck a woman usually three or four times during the dark. '' I tangle my fingers into her whisker, pulling her heading back and glided my glossa into her unresolved back talk. She does n't know why she did it, but she closed her mouth around mine and kissing me, hard and bemire, until she had to stop and pant for breath. `` You are just delicious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the heel counter top. Her nipples pressed against the low temperature tile, sending a shiver through her. Her rousing is hot, prickling her mother wit. She whimpers again, asking me to stop, but it did n't do any good. Jennifer is n't certainly she meant it anyway. I lifted up the spinal column of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and wardrobe the tip of my stopcock against her opening. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my cock up and down her cunt, making sure it is well lubricated with her lustfulness. I tease her button with the straits of my cock until she just ca n't stand it anymore.

'' Please, '' She whispers. `` please what ? '' I said, entertainment 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 hear you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as trashy as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot thirsty pussy. I held her against the heel counter as I dip my cock just barely past her pussy lips and get out back out. I did this a few prison term, never going any cryptical than an inch. She tried to impel herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just hump me already ! I want you to fuck me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd come around. '' I grunted ramming the total length of my cock into her puss. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her mouth, chocking back her breathlessness. I 'm so much orotund than any cock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it feel so good. I begin fucking her, obtuse and abstruse, rubbing up against her g-spot with each stab. It did n't take farseeing before she feels the tingling spread through her and knew she is about to cum. Her pussy starts contracting around my rooster and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her body, and she fumbles to stabilise herself against me. The heating system of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get tight, '' I grunted. Her kitty-cat vibration, the exaltation fading a footling with each pulse rate. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a athirst piddling thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better filling you up. '' I start to speed up, hammering my turncock into her dripping wet puss. I spread her legs panoptic, my balls slapping against her clit. She feels me startle to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any birthing mastery. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me suck in you off ! '' I start to slow down down. `` You want to suck my pecker ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to sample you. I want to finger your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to work out my pussy juice off of your cock. Please ! Let me get on my knees and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and lead off flicking her clit and rolling it between my thumb and finger. My stopcock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her live on orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussycat tightens around my prick and she ca n't assist but labour back against me. `` You want to suck me ? '' I begin, `` Well, darling, I imagine you 'll be doing a lot of that from now on. '' With that, I pushed into her to the hilt and shot a weighed down lading of cum into her kitty-cat. Her orgasm intensified and she milked me dry. Every free fall of my cum is filling her up. What 's spoiled is that she loves it ! At that import she knew she would allow me to exploit her crave any time I wanted. Once I 'm finished, I pull out of her and switch her over. My cum starts to dribble out of her pussy lips.

She is flushed from her head to her toes. I pull her closing curtain for a deep, passionate osculation, my tongue continuing the ravishment I had just had against her torso. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take vantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her nipple one final stage arduous collar and zipped up my pants. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in utter disarray, my cum dripping out of her abused pussy .