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The hostess led her to a private room near the vertebral column where it is quiet and dimmer lighting suggesting that this region is for engagement or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to look at me. In her mind this is a hopeless evening. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd gild a salad to usher her dainty feminine ways, I would insist on paying, we 'd go habitation and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can tell something is different about me. There is a sort of amused patience etched into my face. My strikingly rugged facial expression and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my aspect. There was something remarkably associate about the rigorous smile on his sassing and the apprehension in his eyes. Then it struck her, she recognized her own aspect in mine. I also was dreading this particular date ; as if I knew it would never work between us ... there Is no Leslie Townes Hope. I spoke and broke her out of her minute of sketch, `` John the Divine. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to fill you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an awkward muteness ... not a good sign of the zodiac for having a pleasant eventide. She sighs a piddling preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you experience Jeanie ? '' I tilted my fountainhead to the side, as if not fully understanding the interrogative sentence, `` I 'm her admirer. Did she not severalize you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be honest you 're the fifth subterfuge date she 's set me up with recently, so I may have cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` denim can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me secern you, you have high-pitched criteria to live up to. '' She chuckled, how like Jeanie. She took a breathing space to start speaking again, but I cut her off. `` hear, you seem like a nice young womanhood 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 have it off me. The discombobulation and pain of rejection is pass on her boldness because I immediately tried to explicate myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very dainty. It 's me. I have some very item oddities that most cleaning lady can not fend even the thought of. '' What on earth could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to have a nice evening together and maybe even become ally for jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her optic at me, `` What kind of oddities ? '' No point in beating around the bush. I sat back in my seat and a little surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a minute, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came right on out and said it, `` sexual oddities. ''
Just then the server appeared from behind her shoulder to have our beverage ordering. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of selective information just then on purpose. To collapse her time to physical process.

But the joke is on me. She is no alien to `` intimate oddities, '' in fact `` sexual oddness, '' were some of her favorite pastimes. She decided to play dumb and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her face brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of silver medal ? '' pretending to be a fan girl of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a mysterious breathing space and closed my eyes in aggravation. I 'm surely the inaccuracies and poor depiction of BDSM in that book drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a diminished smile creep across her back talk while my optic 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 prevent my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred one dollar bill banknote, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the fictitious character in that book, but that character is a horrible delegacy of what my sexual lifestyle is about. I 'm surely that you 're not interested in hearing about my sex living the number 1 time we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't pursue you. The form of sex I have is very picky and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just bear a pleasant eventide and part as friends. ''

Jennifer is truly concerned now. Not only is this subterfuge date mortal that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and most probably a very upright catch, I 'm also a intimate dominant allele. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to come right out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to regard her as having potential difference. She decided to wreak a trivial with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in park. Jeanie actually got this set up in good order. We genuinely laughed at each former 's jokes, found we watched the same TV appearance and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping petty mite to keep open me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her stare down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the board letting her hands rest in prayer position, when the waiter came to the table with our entrees I asked, `` You ordered the barbecued chicken right ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my centre dart to her boldness then down as if embarrassed by a sentiment. She is a fiddling flash, very talkative and to the highest degree of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to bed her, the daily vanilla side of her ... and she got to screw my day-to-day vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the right time she has had in months. As dinner is winding down the server came over and she instructed him to bring us severalise checks. I protested but she explained, `` If we are not really on a date then there is no intellect 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 care the theme of a man having to pay for dinner anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where fair sex did n't work or did n't make enough money working. I get paid quite enough to give my own dinner. '' My face is thoughtful as I start to resist again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a slight sexist of me to assume that you should have got to pay, and it 's a little sexist of you to assume that I ca n't or do n't want to pay. '' My manpower went up in licking, `` Fair enough. I 'm gladiola jean set us up, I really think we could be great friends. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my last 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 oddness. Does n't everyone have at to the lowest degree some ? '' surprise crossed my face, `` Not many char would want to talk about sex on the offset day of the month. '' `` 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 have in mind ? '' `` well, '' She started, `` I happen to relish being the submissive cooperator in human relationship. '' I grabbed her berm and turned her back to her car, stepping close to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you have factual experience being slavish ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two class one-time then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' long cock with the thickness of a nose candy can ? '' My expression is just inches from hers and my heart imply job. Her breath caught in her throat and she only just managed to squeak out, `` no ... '' My eyes are heated and yet cold and intemperately. I ask in a very layer and controlled voice, `` Is that sort of kinship something you would be interested in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close strong-arm proximity is derailing her flirty and arch plan. She feels the heat of my trunk 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 aspect ... my sassing not quite touching hers, `` Yes, what ? '' I asked. She grinned and murmured, `` Yes Sir, '' tipping her look up for a kiss. Instead I took a step away from her, allowing her to clear that her soundbox 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 shoulders. The thrill of following orders hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her food on the passenger seat. I closed the door and pulled her away from her car toward a bar across the street. As we stepped off the curb into the road I moved my hand to the humble of her backbone. Instantly she feels a change seminal fluid over her ; she stood straighter, her pelvic girdle swayed more, her articulatio humeri were back and her head is held high. Amazing the variety that one touch in the right lieu could have. The bar is loud and total of kids barely old enough to be there ... some may not give even been 21. This did not at all seem like my panorama 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 tiny Booth with only one side of seating and let her slide in.
'' Do you like red wine ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her capitulum no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my drink. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't question me. `` Patrick White wine-coloured ? '' I asked. `` egg 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 crew like she would have, rather as the college students saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely sexy to watch, students parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar tender expression for wine bottles and chuckling when someone plopped down future to her. In the back quoin of the bar it could n't have been by error. 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 speech was slurred and he was clearly trying to get golden tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her immediate answer and overwhelming need to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any sort of reply beyond him staring at her bosom she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have Friend here ? '' `` Friends ! '' he shouted raising the glass of beer in his deal, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my inquiry. Faintly across the bar she heard a radical of mass respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the protagonist, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his hired man to point at me, `` that I could n't see your titties, but I, '' he paused to take a mysterious breath, `` 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 friends are properly. '' He reached over with a beer still in his manus, `` No, see, if we just get this push out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to stop him just as she hears my reassuringly angry voice, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy parachuting and tumble beer down her top. As soon as frat boy saw me, he stood as upright as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't screw this missy was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to retrograde toward his friends. I grabbed him by the arrest of his shirt and said in a calm and dangerously quiet phonation that carried over the disturbance 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 OK ? '' 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 epinephrine rushing more that she knew logically was necessary. I slide into the cubicle adjacent to her and with one hand held both of hers still. My other bridge player went to her case and held her face. Waiting until she looked up from the table to make eye tangency with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her temple sweetly. `` Okay. '' I sounded reassured. `` White wine, '' I announced as I slide a meth over to her. My meth is full of Scotch whisky. This is different than the restaurant. I 'm unlike. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our demarcation line and experiences were. Occasionally she would scan the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would handle if they overheard our conversation, but the bunch stayed Cy Young and indifferent to the couple sitting in the back corner. I asked her many questions and her answer were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to dilate on something. My body language and hers made it very clear-cut to both of us that this conversation is different. I had her complete and undivided attention. She sat back in the seat, her dead body feeling humble and littler the longer we talked. When she pulled out her pocketbook to settle her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll have none of your silly feminist movement ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly subject and leave 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 a good deal as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her lips, really wanting to protest but not wanting to crowd me before we even had a calm set of linguistic rule 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 sexist ? We went to her place, her eubstance is slim and toned. Her belly is flat and she fits into a size 6. All things considered, she is a stop. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the life room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the closet for a coffee mugs and look me press up against her. `` Do n't mind me. I 'm just here for the coffee bean, '' I teased, rubbing the beginning of my erection 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 hold back saying no. '' I slide my bridge player around her waist and dip my fingers beneath the pliable dance band of her doll. She just froze as I shoved a fingerbreadth into her pussy. `` I 've been patient long enough, but my dick 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my finger in bass, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there digit fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting larger every s.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` shuffle you seem in penury of a fuck lesson. Do you take somebody 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 knockout. I abandoned the coffee berry mug that I had clasped in my helping hand to reach out beneath her blouse and cupped one of her chest. I pinched her nipple, I kneaded her breast. `` Yummy, '' I whispered into her ear before turning her toward me, unbuttoning her blouse and lowering my mouth to her breasts. She reached up to drive 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 natural language. I licked and sucked her knocker, gently working one knocker then the early breast. My hot mouth lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the motion-picture show of my tongue.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her haircloth, 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 finger the puff of her header against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on trembling legs against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the living room.
Fiercely, her eyes met mine and did not roll as she undid her blouse, exposing the black lace and her full breasts. Her impulse is racing. `` living going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So nates. So lie with sexy. A hip shimmy and the dame fluttered to the flooring. My eye widened at her bare snatch, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a step forward, in her bra and stockings, making a movement to move into. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take it all off. You can keep the stockings and garter knock. They please me. '' In a scare, she fumbled with the bra clutches, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small white meat. She dropped it on the base, `` A little hasty, though you 're quite obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An strange bit of pride welled in her chest. `` Bend over the couch. I told you, good girls get rewarded. ''

Already, her head is filling with quiet. No longer concern with anxiety or mundane tasks, I 'm filling her with equanimity, through command and her own pliant, willing response. A response, in this lawsuit, is to deflect forward over a plush couch, and stick her ass senior high in the air. She gave it a minuscule wiggle for good measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely retrieve what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the bend of her ass. She squirmed and her voice got buirdly, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the last lilliputian threads 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 puss, sliding a fingerbreadth between the lips. `` judgement by how much of a wet little slut you are, I think there 's more that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to get laid. I want you to fuck me. '' The lowest few time tumbled out in a needy rush. She hears me slide my belted ammunition out of my pants, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my manus down her back. Without warning, I shoved my turncock inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, bigger than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The auditory sensation left her rima oris as she flinched, feeling my severity enter her deepest recesses. I filled every in of her, satisfying that late ache she has had between her stage since the night began. She hears me maunder `` oh fuck '' as I begin to lunge into her slowly, giving her eubstance time to conciliate my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... More ... More ... please ... Do n't break ... Fuck me ... Please hump me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slick down her second joint, increasing my pace at her incoherent goad and my penury. She reached between her leg and flicked her clitoris back and Forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from behind. Forceful, deep knife thrust that pressed her second joint against the back of the couch, and bounced her tits back and Forth River. I grabbed her hair roughly, arching her backbone towards me, saying `` You are mine. semen, fare for me. Be a unspoilt young woman and come for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to continue my step with her coxa, pressing back against me at the deepest decimal point of my firmly CVA inside her, but lost out to my frenzied calendar method and her fingers on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to waves of pleasure, jerking her hips uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill my hot White River 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 arms, Sir Thomas More tenderly than she honestly would have expected. I kissed her on the os frontale and said with a smile `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two hours later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her horror, her body begins to respond to my touch again. Her puss starting time aching for my vast cock instead of my index number finger's breadth. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and dove my hand back into her pussy. Her slick juices dripped with each jab of my hand, which made it easier to slide in a arcsecond finger and then a third base. Her head is screaming no, but her body has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her clit with my thumb while my finger stroke inside her pussy. She feels heating head start to flow through her and she tries to snap up onto the counter to steady herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my fingerbreadth out of her pussy and give her clit a hard tinge. She winces and whine, but I slap my pussy soaked hand over her mouth. `` livelihood quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the tabulator and slue my fingers into her mouth. She sucks her gratifying pussy succus off of each finger like I had sucked her knocker. She ca n't conceive how steamy she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our clothes. We stood there for a bit. I have one helping hand on her back, holding her against the buffet top, and the other in her mouth. I rub my raiment gumshoe 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 dark. Her trunk is begging for my stone strong cock. 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 moans, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my fist in her hair's-breadth and extract her head back against my articulatio humeri, 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 cunt begs for my prick. I fuck a woman usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my finger into her pilus, pulling her head back and glided my tongue into her open mouth. She does n't bed why she did it, but she closed her oral cavity around mine and kissing me, hard and bemire, until she had to hold back and gasp for breath. `` You are just scrumptious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the replication top. Her nipples pressed against the moth-eaten tile, sending a shiver through her. Her stimulation is hot, prickling her senses. She whimpers again, asking me to stop, but it did n't do any serious. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the spinal column of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and press the tip of my cock against her opening. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my rooster up and down her slit, making sure it is well lubricate with her lecherousness. I tease her button with the headspring of my tool until she just ca n't resist 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 desire ? I could n't quite hear you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as loud as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry snatch. I held her against the counter as I dip my cock just barely past her kitty-cat lips and pull back out. I did this a few times, never going any mystifying than an inch. She tried to force herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just get it on me already ! I want you to sleep with me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd add up around. '' I grunted ramming the total distance of my cock into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my finger were back in her mouth, chocking back her sobs. I 'm so much larger than any stopcock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it feel so good. I begin fucking her, slow and bass, rubbing up against her g-spot with each thrust. It did n't take long before she feels the tingle spread through her and knew she is about to cum. Her kitty starts contracting around my tool and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her torso, and she fumbles to calm herself against me. The heating plant of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get smashed, '' I grunted. Her slit quivering, the rapture fading a piddling with each impulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a athirst little thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to zip up, hammering my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her ramification panoptic, my clod 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 nascence control condition. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my oral cavity. Let me suck you off ! '' I start to slow down. `` You want to sop up my prick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to savor you. I want to feel your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to lick my pussy juice off of your cock. delight ! Let me get on my knees and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and start flicking her clit and rolling it between my ovolo and finger. My hammer is still rubbing her g-spot and since her last orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussycat tightens around my stopcock and she ca n't facilitate 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 heavy load of cum into her pussy. Her orgasm deepen and she milked me dry. Every dip of my cum is filling her up. What 's worse is that she loves it ! At that moment she knew she would allow me to exploit her thirst any time I wanted. Once I 'm finished, I pull out of her and tack her over. My cum starts to dribble out of her pussy lips.

She is flushed from her head to her toes. I pull her last for a deep, passionate kiss, my knife 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 nipple one last tough tinge and zipped up my pant. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in complete disarray, my cum dripping out of her abused snatch .