DESIRE ... .better known as agony ... Love is sonant and firmly at the same time. Like water, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can resist the raging floodlight.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't trust she let her convert her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The stewardess led her to a private way near the backbone where it is quiet and dull lighting suggesting that this area is for dates 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 order a salad to show her dainty feminine ways, I would insist on paying, we 'd go home base and never utter to each former again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can tell something is dissimilar about me. There is a sorting of entertained patience etched into my face. My strikingly rugged face and expensive apparel, she noticed only after she studied my formula. There was something remarkably familiar about the soaked smile on his lips and the apprehension 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 cultivate 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 gather you. How are you ? '' `` Just amercement. '' Already an inapt silence ... not a good polarity for having a pleasant eve. She sighs a piffling preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you know Jeanie ? '' I tilted my brain to the incline, as if not fully understanding the query, `` I 'm her champion. 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 let 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 hold out up to. '' She chuckled, how the likes of Jeanie. She took a breather to commence oral presentation again, but I cut her off. `` Listen, you seem like a nice Edward Young woman Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each other. '' She blew out the air she had sucked in in a huff. What am I not pretty enough ? He does n't even sleep with me. The confusion and pain sensation of rejection is brighten 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 earthly concern could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to own a overnice even together and maybe even become friends for Jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her oculus at me, `` What sort of oddities ? '' No point in beating around the shrub. I sat back in my nates and a lilliputian surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a import, considering whether or not to tell apart her something then just came mightily out and said it, `` sexual crotchet. ''
Just then the server appeared from behind her berm to take our drink orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on purpose. To give her clock time to process.

But the jocularity is on me. She is no stranger to `` intimate peculiarity, '' in fact `` sexual oddities, '' were some of her favorite pastime. She decided to wager mute and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her typeface brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 wraith of Silver ? '' pretending to be a fan girl of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breath and closed my centre in exasperation. I 'm indisputable the inaccuracies and poor people depiction of BDSM in that book push me as mad as it drove her. She let a small smile crawling across her brim 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 on my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar pecker, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the character in that record book, but that character is a horrifying internal representation of what my sexual lifestyle is about. I 'm sure that you 're not interested in hearing about my sex sprightliness the kickoff time we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explicate why I ca n't pursue you. The variety of sex I have is very special and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just sustain a pleasant evening and part as acquaintance. ''

Jennifer is truly concern now. Not only is this blind date someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was form, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and to the highest degree likely a very good taking into custody, I 'm also a sexual dominant allele. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to get along right out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to view her as having potential. She decided to play a minuscule with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in common. Jeanie actually got this set up right. We genuinely laughed at each early 's jokes, found we watched the Lapp TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the Nox however, She keeps dropping footling hints to keep me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her stare down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the tabular array letting her manpower rest in orison position, when the waiter came to the table with our entrance I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken right ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my eyes dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a cerebration. She is a little loud, very talkative and most of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to have it away her, the daily vanilla side of her ... and she got to bonk my daily vanilla face as well. Jennifer is having the right time she has had in month. As dinner party is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring us dissever 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 honest it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a date 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 adult female did n't work or did n't make sufficiency money working. I get paid quite enough to afford my own dinner party. '' My grimace is serious-minded as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a minuscule sexist of me to assume that you should have to pay, and it 's a minuscule sexist of you to assume that I ca n't or do n't want to pay. '' My hands went up in licking, `` Fair enough. I 'm glad 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 chance 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 oddity. Does n't everyone accept at least some ? '' surprise crossed my nerve, `` Not many women would need to talk 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 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 intend ? '' `` Well, '' She started, `` I happen to revel being the submissive partner in relationships. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her back to her car, stepping faithful to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you suffer actual experience being slavish ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two year older then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' long cock with the heaviness of a coke can ? '' My expression is just inches from hers and my eyes meant business. Her breathing time 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 level and controlled voice, `` Is that sort of relationship something you would be concerned in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close forcible 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 wrist, firmly yet gently. I lowered my forehead until it almost is touching hers, my face ... my brim 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 dance step away from her, allowing her to recognise that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her soundbox away from the cold-blooded metal I instructed, `` Put your leftover in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulders. The bang of following Order hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her food for thought on the passenger seat. I closed the room access 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 hired man to the diminished of her back. Instantly she feels a change come over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her articulatio humeri were back and her head teacher is held mellow. Amazing the change that one sense of touch in the right place could have. The bar is loud and full of kids barely old enough to be there ... some may not have 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 backbone corner of the bar where there was a tiny cubicle with solely one side of seating room and let her microscope slide in.
'' Do you like red wine-colored ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her read/write head no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my beverage. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't wonder me. `` gabardine wine ? '' I asked. `` White wine is upright 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 crowd like she would have, rather as the college scholarly person 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 look for wine bottles and chuckling when someone plopped down next to her. In the endorse corner of the bar it could n't suffer been by fault. 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 wench, '' his speech was slurred and he was clearly trying to get lucky tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her quick response and overwhelming motivation to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any sorting of reception beyond him staring at her breasts she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have friends here ? '' `` Friend ! '' he shouted raising the glass of beer in his hand, clearly calling out to someone and not answering my interrogation. Faintly across the bar she heard a mathematical 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 tit, but I, '' he paused to take a deep breath, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of sweet beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to game further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your champion are mightily. '' He reached over with a beer still in his script, `` No, see, if we just get this clit out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to stop him just as she hears my reassuringly angry vox, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my spokesperson made the frat boy jump 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 bonk this girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to retreat toward his friends. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said in a calmness and dangerously tranquility voice that carried over the stochasticity of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a cleaning lady 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 O.K. ? '' 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 booth next to her and with one hand 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 middleman with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her synagogue sweetly. `` Okay. '' I sounded reassured. `` White vino, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My crank is wax of Scotch malt whiskey. This is dissimilar than the restaurant. I 'm different. 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 care if they overheard our conversation, but the crowd stayed Thomas Young and indifferent to the couple sitting in the back corner. I asked her many enquiry and her responses were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to expand on something. My body language and hers made it very clear to both of us that this conversation is different. I had her terminated and single attention. She sat back in the rear end, her body feeling belittled and low the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to subside her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll cause 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 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 palpate guilty about spending as much as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her brim, really wanting to dissent but not wanting to push me before we even had a stiff set of rules established. I saw the dismay on her look and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a gentleman ... even if that 's a piffling sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub family relationship if not a footling sexist ? We went to her place, her consistence is slender and toned. Her belly is flat and she fits into a size 6. All things considered, she is a snap. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the sustenance room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a chocolate chump and spirit me press up against her. `` Do n't mind me. I 'm just here for the java, '' I teased, rubbing the outset of my hard-on against her back. `` You 're disgusting, '' She whispered, she pushed back against me, shoving me away with her hips. `` Aw, '' I said, stepping back up behind her. Then I added, `` It 's about time you realized that I 'm in command here and stop saying no. '' I slide my handwriting around her waistline and dip my fingers beneath the elastic band of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger into her pussy. `` I 've been affected role long enough, but my shaft 's getting wet one way or another tonight. '' I pushed my finger in deep, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there finger fucking her in the kitchen. My erection is still rubbing against her, getting larger every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` shuffling you seem in need of a roll in the hay lesson. Do you require soul to instruct you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just stop over, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me harder. I abandoned the coffee mug that I had clasped in my hand to pass on beneath her blouse and cupped one of her breasts. 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 oral cavity to her titty. She reached up to press 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 peel prickling under my tongue. I licked and sucked her titty, gently working one tit then the other knocker. My hot oral fissure lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my lingua.

Then my script is firmly gripping her hair, whispering education in her ear. A mystery just for her. `` You are mine for tonight. You will do exactly as I say. You will be a good girlfriend and you will be rewarded for your obedience. ''
Jennifer nodded just to finger the pull of her question against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panty 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 stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the fatal lacing and her to the full breasts. Her pulsing is racing. `` donjon going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So Stern. So fucking sexy. A hip chemise and the wench fluttered to the floor. My eyes widened at her naked snatch, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a footstep forward, in her bra and stockings, making a motion to get into. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take it all off. You can proceed the stockings and garter belt. They please me. '' In a scare, she fumbled with the bra clasp, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small white meat. She dropped it on the flooring, `` A little hasty, though you 're rather obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An strange bit of pride welled in her chest. `` Bend over the frame. I told you, expert young woman get rewarded. ''

Already, her head is filling with pipe down. No longer concerned with anxiety or mundane tasks, I 'm filling her with calm, through command and her own pliant, volition reply. A response, in this case, is to flex forward over a plush lounge, and wedge her ass mellow in the air. She gave it a small 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 voice got hoarse, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, strong. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the survive slight train of thought of desire she had to uphold control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her voice quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her cunt, sliding a finger between the lips. `` judging 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 fucked. I want you to make out me. '' The last few condemnation tumbled out in a needy rush. She hears me slide my belt out of my knickers, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my script down her dorsum. Without warning, I shoved my hammer inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, bigger than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The strait left her back talk as she flinched, feeling my hardness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every inch of her, satisfying that deep ache she has had between her leg since the night began. She hears me mumble `` oh piece of tail '' as I begin to stuff into her slowly, giving her body clock time to admit my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... more than ... More ... please ... Do n't break ... shtup me ... Please fuck me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slipperiness down her thigh, increasing my stride at her incoherent urging and my need. 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, deep thrusts that pressed her thighs against the back of the sofa, and bounced her breast back and Forth. I grabbed her haircloth roughly, arching her rear towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, come for me. Be a good girl and come for me. '' In my masochistic walking on air, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to keep back my pace with her hips, pressing back against me at the recondite head of my hard strokes inside her, but lost out to my frenetic rhythm and her finger's breadth 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 moan, spill my hot T. H. 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 limb, more tenderly than she honestly would give expected. I kissed her on the forehead and said with a grin `` I 'm not done with you yet. ``

Two hours later I caught her in the kitchen again, to her revulsion, her body begins to respond to my touch again. Her snatch starts aching for my huge peter instead of my index fingerbreadth. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and plunge my hand back into her pussy. Her slick juices dripped with each poke of my hand, which made it easier to slide in a mo finger and then a 3rd. Her idea 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 slit. She feels heat starting signal 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 pussy and gift her clit a firmly pinch. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my pussy soaked hired hand over her mouth. `` living quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and slip my finger into her mouth. She sucks her sweet pussy juice 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 hand on her back, holding her against the comeback top, and the other in her mouth. I rub my clothed cock against her and she sucked my fingerbreadth. Her body tingling and heated up again. No man has ever aroused her like I have tonight.

He really is going to do this again, she thought. She has never been fucked more then once during a Nox. Her torso is begging for my rock firmly tool. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind hold open 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 moans, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my clenched fist in her hair and pull her head 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 prick. I fuck a woman usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my fingers into her hairsbreadth, pulling her head back and glided my knife into her undefendable sass. She does n't know 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 rejoinder top. Her nipples pressed against the cold tile, sending a chill through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her senses. She whimpers again, asking me to stop, but it did n't do any in force. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the backrest of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and insistence the tip of my putz against her opening. I held tightly onto her rose hip, sliding my cock up and down her slit, making certainly it is well greased with her luxuria. I tease her clit with the top dog of my cock until she just ca n't brook 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 need ? 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 counterpunch as I dip my turncock just barely past her pussy sassing and pull back out. I did this a few times, never going any deeper than an inch. She tried to force herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just fuck me already ! I want you to fuck me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd come around. '' I grunted ramming the entire length of my cock into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her mouth, chocking back her bastard. I 'm so much larger than any pecker she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it experience so good. I begin fucking her, slow and abstruse, rubbing up against her g-spot with each thrust. It did n't exact prospicient before she feels the tingling spread through her and knew she is about to cum. Her kitty offset contracting around my stopcock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her trunk, and she fumbles to steady herself against me. The heating of her climax enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get fast, '' I grunted. Her snatch quivering, the rapture fading a little with each heart rate. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a athirst petty thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a leer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to race up, hammering my turncock into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her legs wide, my balls slapping against her button. She feels me get to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any birth dominance. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me nurse you off ! '' I start to decelerate down. `` You want to suck my dick ? '' `` Yes, delight ! I want to taste you. I want to find your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to work out my pussycat juice off of your cock. Please ! Let me get on my knees and suction you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and start flicking her button and rolling it between my thumb and finger. My cock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her last coming had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussycat tightens around my cock and she ca n't help but push back against me. `` You want to suck me ? '' I begin, `` Well, darling, I imagine you 'll be doing a lot of that from now on. '' With that, I pushed into her to the hilt and shot a heavy load of cum into her puss. Her orgasm heighten and she milked me dry. Every drop of my cum is filling her up. What 's worse is that she loves it ! At that moment she knew she would allow me to exploit her lust any time I wanted. Once I 'm finished, I pull out of her and riffle her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her pussy lips.

She is flushed from her mind to her toes. I pull her finish for a deep, passionate kiss, my spit continuing the ravishment I had just had against her body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to take vantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her mammilla one in conclusion severely pinch and zipped up my pant. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hall. Jennifer just stood there in everlasting disarray, my cum dripping out of her abused pussy .