DESIRE ... .better known as suffering ... Love is piano and hard at the same time. Like water, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can hold out the raging flood.

God Jeanie is pertinacious. Jennifer ca n't think she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The Abacus is known for a fab repast, Abacus is the flagship for epitomizing relaxed, fine dining. The eatery 's repute is for signature tune carte du jour, all-encompassing wine list and custom-crafted cocktails, plus a King James beard nominating speech for help. At Abacus, they cultivate an environment that revolves around people and their relationship to food for thought. It's a culture of celebrating the uniqueness of ingredients, guests and staff—from the valets, innkeeper, servers and chefs alike. Together, the experience transcends the average dining experience to truly noteworthy. In this mo Jennifer is stunned. This is the one-fifth subterfuge escort Jeanie has set up for her in the last six weeks. How can she explain that no topic how nice a guy is, she just not going to be interested ? The case of men she is interested in do n't go on screen dates. She certainly does not make out a guy that can afford this restaurant.

The hostess led her to a common soldier way near the back where it is placidity and dimmer lighting suggesting that this orbit is for particular date or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to see at me. In her head this is a hopeless even. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd rescript a salad to show her dainty feminine means, I would assert on paying, we 'd go domicile and never verbalise to each former again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my font. She can tell something is different about me. There is a kind of entertained patience etched into my aspect. My strikingly rugged face and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my expression. There was something remarkably familiar about the blind drunk grinning on his lips and the understanding in his eyes. Then it struck her, she recognized her own expression 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 bit of study, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to contact you. How are you ? '' `` Just amercement. '' Already an bunglesome silence ... not a good sign for having a pleasant evening. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you know Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the slope, as if not fully understanding the question, `` I 'm her friend. Did she not recount you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be good you 're the fifth blind date she 's set me up with recently, so I may have cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` Jean can be dogged. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell apart you, you have heights criteria to be up to. '' She chuckled, how like Jeanie. She took a breathing spell to start speaking again, but I cut her off. `` Listen, you seem like a nice Edward Young fair sex 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 bang me. The confusion and pain in the ass of rejection is clear on her face because I immediately tried to explain myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very decent. It 's me. I have some very particular oddities that to the highest degree fair sex can not stand even the opinion of. '' What on earth could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no rationality for us not to have a nice evening together and maybe even become friends for Jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What variety of curio ? '' No tip in beating around the bush. I sat back in my seat and a lilliputian surprised by her dullness. I pause for a second, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came right out and said it, `` Sexual oddness. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to take our crapulence rules of order. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of info just then on aim. To hold her sentence to process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual rarity, '' in fact `` sexual oddities, '' were some of her ducky pastimes. She decided to play dull and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her look brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of Silver ? '' pretending to be a fan daughter of the most Recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in exasperation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and inadequate depiction of BDSM in that book drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a pocket-size smile creep across her lip 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 concord to continue my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar eyeshade, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the character in that playscript, but that character is a ugly representation of what my sexual lifestyle is about. I 'm sure that you 're not worry in hearing about my sex aliveness the beginning time we 're meeting over dinner party, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't follow up on you. The kind of sex I have is very particular and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant even and part as friends. ''

Jennifer is truly interested now. Not only is this blind date someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was sort, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and nigh belike a very good catch, I 'm also a sexual dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't desire to hail right out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did require me to view her as having potency. She decided to take on a trivial 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 trick, found we watched the same TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the dark however, She keeps dropping little hints to keep back me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the board letting her workforce rest in prayer position, when the waiter came to the table with our entrees I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken rightfield ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my oculus dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a little loudly, very gabby and most 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 everyday vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the best time she has had in month. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring us sort out arrest. 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 engagement I do n't like the estimation of a man having to pay for dinner anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where cleaning woman did n't exercise or did n't cause adequate money working. I get paid quite enough to afford my own dinner. '' 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 presume that you should receive to pay, and it 's a piffling sexist of you to get into that I ca n't or do n't want to pay. '' My manpower went up in defeat, `` Fair enough. I 'm glad Jean set us up, I really think we could be gravid friends. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my last-place prospect 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 sexual queerness. Does n't everyone induce at least some ? '' Surprise crossed my face, `` Not many adult female would want to babble 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 shoulder nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our sexual crotchet actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you mean ? '' `` Well, '' She started, `` I happen to delight being the submissive cooperator in relationships. '' I grabbed her articulatio humeri and turned her spine to her car, stepping close to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you cause actual experience being submissive ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two age older then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' retentive putz with the thickness of a C can ? '' My cheek is just inches from hers and my eyes meant business. Her breath caught in her throat and she only just managed to squeak out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet cold and hard. I ask in a very spirit level and controlled vocalisation, `` Is that sort of relationship something you would be interested in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close physical law of proximity is derailing her flirty and mischievous 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 carpus, firmly yet gently. I lowered my brow until it almost is touching hers, my face ... my mouth 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 footfall away from her, allowing her to recognise that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her body away from the frigidity alloy I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulders. The thrill of following fiat 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 curb into the road I moved my hand to the small of her back. Instantly she feels a alteration come over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her shoulder were back and her head is held high. Amazing the change that one hint in the right berth could ingest. The bar is gaudy and full of kids barely old enough to be there ... some may not hold 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 spinal column corner of the bar where there was a petite booth with only if 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 boozing. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't question me. `` White wine-colored ? '' 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 slip in and around the bunch like she would have, rather as the college bookman saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely sexy to watch, scholar parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar attendant look for wine-colored bottles and chuckling when soul plopped down next to her. In the back corner of the bar it could n't have 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 baby doll, '' his talking to was slurred and he was clearly trying to get lucky tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her immediate response 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 champion here ? '' `` friend ! '' he shouted raising the glass of beer in his hand, clearly calling out to individual and not answering my enquiry. Faintly across the bar she heard a radical of people respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the friends, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his deal to point at me, `` that I could n't see your titties, but I, '' he paused to take a oceanic abyss breathing time, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of confection 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 button out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hired hand to stop him just as she hears my reassuringly angry part, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the fraternity boy jump and spill beer down her top. As soon as fraternity boy saw me, he stood as just as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't know this girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very bibulous way and started to crawfish out toward his champion. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said in a calmness and dangerously smooth voice that carried over the noise of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a adult female again. Do you understand 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 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 hurry more that she knew logically was essential. I slide into the booth next to her and with one hand held both of hers still. My other hand went to her side and held her boldness. Waiting until she looked up from the mesa to puddle 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. `` White River wine-colored, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My Methedrine is full of malt whisky. This is different than the restaurant. I 'm dissimilar. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our terminal point and experiences were. Occasionally she would scan the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would worry if they overheard our conversation, but the crowd stayed Cy Young and indifferent to the match sitting in the backwards corner. I asked her many questions and her responses were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to expand on something. My torso language and hers made it very assoil to both of us that this conversation is dissimilar. I had her complete and undivided attention. She sat back in the seat, her torso feeling smaller and low the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to locate 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 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 find hangdog about disbursal 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 labour me before we even had a steady set of rules established. I saw the alarm on her cheek and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a gentleman ... even if that 's a footling sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub relationship if not a fiddling sexist ? We went to her property, her body is sylphlike and toned. Her venter is unconditional and she fits into a size 6. All things considered, she is a snatch. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the livelihood room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the closet for a java mug and smell 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 meter you realized that I 'm in command here and stop saying no. '' I slide my hand around her waist and dip my fingers beneath the elastic dance band of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been affected role long enough, but my dick 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my finger in thick, 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 second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your kitty just for me ? '' I ask, `` Makes you seem in need of a have sex lesson. Do you need someone to teach you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just terminate, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me arduous. I abandoned the umber mug that I had clasped in my paw to give beneath her blouse and cupped one of her boob. I pinched her teat, I kneaded her breast. `` Yummy, '' I whispered into her ear before turning her toward me, unbuttoning her blouse and lowering my rima oris to her chest. She reached up to labor 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 skin tingling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her breasts, gently working one breast then the other titty. My hot mouth lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my spit.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her hair, whispering command in her ear. A secret just for her. `` You are mine for tonight. You will do exactly as I say. You will be a respectable girl and you will be rewarded for your obedience. ''
Jennifer nodded just to palpate the pull of her psyche against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her scanty as she stood on rickety pegleg against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the living room.
Fiercely, her oculus met mine and did not stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the Black lacing and her full breasts. Her heart rate is racing. `` keep going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So stern. So fucking sexy. A hip chemise and the doll fluttered to the floor. My eyes widened at her defenseless kitty-cat, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a whole step forward, in her bra and stockings, making a motion to come in. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said charter it all off. You can keep the stockings and garter belt. They please me. '' In a terror, she fumbled with the bra clutches, unhooking it and pulling it away from her humble knocker. She dropped it on the floor, `` A small headlong, though you 're quite obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of pride welled in her chest. `` crease over the put. I told you, thoroughly young woman get rewarded. ''

Already, her school principal is filling with quietly. No longer concerned with anxiety or mundane tasks, I 'm filling her with calm, through bid and her own pliant, willing response. A response, in this event, is to bend forward over a plush couch, and cohere her ass high in the air. She gave it a little wiggle for good measure. `` William Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely think of what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the curved shape of her ass. She squirmed and her vocalisation got buirdly, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, toilsome. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the go little yarn 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 pussy, sliding a fingerbreadth between the lips. `` judgement by how often of a wet footling slut you are, I think there 's More that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to love. I want you to fuck me. '' The last few judgment of conviction tumbled out in a needy rush. She hears me slide my swath out of my knickers, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my handwriting down her back. Without warning, I shoved my cock inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, large 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 in of her, satisfying that cryptic aching she has had between her legs since the night began. She hears me mutter `` oh roll in the hay '' as I begin to stuff into her slowly, giving her body prison term to accommodate my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... More ... More ... please ... Do n't stop ... Fuck me ... Please love me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her thigh, increasing my pace at her incoherent urgency and my indigence. She reached between her legs and flicked her clitoris back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from behind. Forceful, inscrutable thrusts that pressed her thigh against the binding of the sofa, and bounced her teat back and Forth. I grabbed her pilus roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, come for me. Be a in force missy and come for me. '' In my masochistic blissfulness, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to keep my pace with her hips, pressing back against me at the cryptic point of my hard strokes inside her, but lost out to my frantic rhythm and her finger on her button. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to Wave of pleasure, jerking her articulatio coxae uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, run out my hot whiteness cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her tegument. I led her to lay down on the couch, where I enveloped her in my arms, 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 repulsion, her dead body begins to reply to my signature again. Her pussy starts aching for my huge rooster instead of my index fingerbreadth. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and plunge my hand back into her pussy. Her crafty juices dripped with each stab of my hand, which made it well-heeled to slue in a second finger and then a third. Her creative thinker is screaming no, but her body has begun to mellow out again. I tease and rub her clitoris with my thumb while my fingers stroke inside her pussy. She feels estrus start to flow through her and she tries to grab onto the retort to steady herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my fingers out of her kitty and move over her clitoris a heavily pinch. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my pussy soaked hand over her mouth. `` Keep quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and slew my finger into her sassing. She sucks her angelic pussy juice off of each finger like I had sucked her tit. She ca n't believe how wake up she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our dress. We stood there for a moment. I have one script on her back, holding her against the buffet top, and the other in her lip. I rub my clothed cock against her and she sucked my fingers. Her body tingling and heated up again. No man has ever aroused her like I have tonight.

He really is going to do this again, she thought. She has never been fucked more then once during a night. Her body is begging for my tilt grueling 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 groan, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my clenched fist in her hair and pull her school principal back against my shoulder, 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 cock. I fuck a woman usually three or four prison term during the Night. '' I tangle my fingers into her hair, pulling her header back and glided my tongue into her overt sass. She does n't jazz why she did it, but she closed her mouth around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to stop and pant for breath. `` You are just delicious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her nipples pressed against the dusty tile, sending a shiver through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her senses. She whimpers again, asking me to hold on, but it did n't do any good. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the cover of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and press the tip of my cock against her opening. I held tightly onto her rosehip, sliding my cock up and down her slit, making surely it is well lubricate with her lecherousness. I tease her clit with the school principal of my rooster 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 than a murmur. `` What do you need ? I could n't quite take heed you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as loud as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry cunt. I held her against the rejoinder as I dip my peter just barely past her purulent lips and pull back out. I did this a few clip, never going any deep than an inch. She tried to storm herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just jazz me already ! I want you to fuck me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd occur around. '' I grunted ramming the integral duration of my turncock into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her rima oris, chocking back her motherfucker. I 'm so much larger than any cock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it feel so skilful. I begin fucking her, slow and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each thrust. It did n't take long before she feels the tingling spread through her and live she is about to cum. Her pussy starts contracting around my shaft and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her body, and she fumbles to stabilize herself against me. The heat of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get rigorous, '' I grunted. Her pussy shakiness, the rapture fading a little with each pulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my unfeelingness.

'' You 're a athirst slight thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better filling you up. '' I start to speed up, hammering my dick into her dripping wet kitty-cat. I spread her legs all-embracing, my musket ball slapping against her button. She feels me get going to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any giving birth ascendance. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouthpiece. Let me suck you off ! '' I start to slow down down. `` You want to suck my cock ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to savor you. I want to sense your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to lick my pussy juice off of your tool. delight ! Let me get on my knees 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 putz is still rubbing her g-spot and since her conclusion orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her twat tightens around my dick and she ca n't help but crowd back against me. `` You want to suck me ? '' I begin, `` Well, darling, I imagine you 'll be doing a lot of that from now on. '' With that, I pushed into her to the hilt and shot a heavy consignment of cum into her puss. Her sexual climax 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 present moment she knew she would give up me to tap 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 kitty lips.

She is flushed from her oral sex to her toes. I pull her close for a oceanic abyss, passionate buss, my spit continuing the assault I had just had against her eubstance. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take advantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her nipple one last hard touch and zipped up my pants. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in dispatch disarray, my cum dripping out of her ill-treat cunt .