DESIRE ... .better known as torture ... dearest is soft and hard at the same time. Like body of water, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging flood.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't think she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The air hostess led her to a private elbow room near the rachis where it is calm down and shadowy lighting suggesting that this region 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 eve. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd order a salad to show up her dainty feminine ways, I would insist on paying, we 'd go home and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my brass. She can tell something is different about me. There is a sort of entertained patience etched into my face. My strikingly rugged face and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my aspect. There was something remarkably intimate about the rigorous smiling on his lips and the apprehension in his heart. 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 promise. I spoke and broke her out of her mo of study, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to meet you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an inapt muteness ... not a sound star sign for having a pleasant evening. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you recognise Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the side of meat, 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 honest you 're the twenty percent blind date she 's set me up with recently, so I may have cut her off ... '' I smiled slightly, `` Jean can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me secern you, you have high measure to live up to. '' She chuckled, how like Jeanie. She took a breather to begin speaking again, but I cut her off. `` Listen, you seem like a nice offspring charwoman Jennifer, but we just are n't meant for each former. '' She blew out the air she had sucked in in a huff. What am I not pretty enough ? He does n't even sleep together me. The confusion and pain of rejection is clear on her face because I immediately tried to explain myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very squeamish. It 's me. I have some very finical oddities that well-nigh women can not stand even the idea of. '' What on worldly concern could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to give a skillful evening together and maybe even become friends for Jean 's interest. '' Jennifer narrowed her eyes at me, `` What kind of oddness ? '' No point in beating around the Vannevar Bush. I sat back in my seat and a little surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to distinguish her something then just came right out and said it, `` Sexual curiosity. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to take our beverage orders. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on design. To founder her metre to unconscious process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual oddities, '' in fact `` sexual rarity, '' were some of her favorite pursuit. She decided to encounter speechless and see if she could calculate out exactly what I was into. She let her typeface brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 subtlety of Silver ? '' pretending to be a fan missy of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a trench breath and closed my center in aggravation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and poor characterization of BDSM in that book drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a small grin creep across her backtalk while my center 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 understanding to go along my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a hundred dollar note, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the fibre in that book, but that fictitious character is a horrible representation of what my intimate lifestyle is about. I 'm sure that you 're not worry in hearing about my sex life story the offset prison term we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to excuse why I ca n't go after you. The kind of sex I have is very particular and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just make a pleasant evening and part as friends. ''

Jennifer is truly interested now. Not only is this blind escort somebody that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was variety, compassionate, intelligent, flush and nearly likely a very good snatch, I 'm also a sexual dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to get along decent out and say 'Hey that 's commodious become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to look at her as having potentiality. She decided to play a fiddling with me. As our conversation continued, we found that we had quite a bit in mutual. Jeanie actually got this set up right. We genuinely laughed at each early 's jokes, found we watched the same TV shows and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping footling hints to prevent me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the table letting her hands rest in prayer position, when the server 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 centre flit to her nerve then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a little garish, very bigmouthed and about of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to have intercourse her, the day by day vanilla extract side of her ... and she got to know my casual vanilla extract English as well. Jennifer is having the best time she has had in month. As dinner party is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to bring us split checks. I protested but she explained, `` If we are not really on a date then there is no rationality for you to pay for me. To be honorable it is a pet peeve of mine.

'' Even if we were really on a escort I do n't care 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 lady did n't act or did n't realize enough money working. I get paid quite enough to afford my own dinner party. '' My face is serious-minded as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a lilliputian male chauvinist of me to take on 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 want to pay. '' My hands went up in defeat, `` funfair enough. I 'm glad dungaree set us up, I really think we could be with child friends. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my stopping point chance to cite that not all Leslie Townes 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 feature at least some ? '' surprisal crossed my face, `` Not many women would require to babble about sex on the first engagement. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a particular date, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our intimate curio actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you intend ? '' `` well, '' She started, `` I happen to savor being the submissive partner in kinship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her back to her car, stepping snug to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you have actual experience being submissive ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man thirty two years previous then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' prospicient tool with the thickness of a coke can ? '' My face is just inches from hers and my eyes think business. Her breathing spell 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 controlled voice, `` Is that form of relationship something you would be concern in trying with me ? '' My dullness and close physical law of proximity is derailing her flirty and prankish 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 frontal bone until it almost is touching hers, my expression ... my lips not quite touching hers, `` Yes, what ? '' I asked. She grinned and murmured, `` Yes Sir, '' tipping her brass up for a kiss. Instead I took a dance step away from her, allowing her to realize that her torso is leaning against the car. As she peeled her physical structure away from the cold metal I instructed, `` Put your leftovers in your car. '' She took a breathing place and squared her shoulders. The thrill of following orders hit her immediately as she unlocked her car and set her intellectual nourishment on the passenger prat. I closed the door and pulled her away from her car toward a bar across the street. As we stepped off the kerb into the road I moved my hand to the humble of her cover. Instantly she feels a change come over her ; she stood straighter, her pelvis swayed more, her articulatio humeri were back and her head is held gamey. Amazing the change that one touch in the right field shoes could have. The bar is tatty and full moon of kids barely old enough to be there ... some may not take 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 stake corner of the bar where there was a tiny booth with only when one side of seating room and let her swoop in.
'' Do you like red vino ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her headland no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my swallow. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't oppugn me. `` Edward D. White wine-coloured ? '' I asked. `` White wine is dependable than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the board making my way up to the bar. I did n't slip in and around the crowd like she would cause, rather as the college educatee saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely aphrodisiac to watch, scholarly person parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar tender look for wine-colored bottles and chuckling when somebody plopped down following to her. In the back corner of the bar it could n't birth 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 infant doll, '' his lecture was slurred and he was clearly trying to get favourable tonight judging by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her prompt response and overwhelming need to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any sort of answer beyond him staring at her knocker she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you experience friends here ? '' `` admirer ! '' he shouted raising the field glass of beer in his script, clearly calling out to individual and not answering my question. Faintly across the bar she heard a group of multitude respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the booster, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his mitt to point at me, `` that I could n't see your titties, 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 gage further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your protagonist are redress. '' He reached over with a beer still in his hand, `` No, see, if we just get this button out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to cease him just as she hears my reassuringly angry voice, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy jumping and spill beer down her top. As soon as frat boy saw me, he stood as upright as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't know this little girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very drunken way and started to withdraw toward his ally. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said in a calm and dangerously placid articulation that carried over the racket of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a char 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 okay ? '' 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 necessary. I slide into the booth future to her and with one deal held both of hers still. My other hand went to her face and held her cheek. Waiting until she looked up from the table to make eye touch with me, I asked, `` Are you ok ? '' She smiled weakly at me and nodded.

I kissed her temple sweetly. `` okeh. '' I sounded reassured. `` White person wine, '' I announced as I slide a methamphetamine over to her. My glassful is fully of scotch. This is dissimilar than the restaurant. I 'm dissimilar. Jennifer is dissimilar. We talked openly about what our limits and experiences were. Occasionally she would run down the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would care if they overheard our conversation, but the crew stayed young and unbiassed to the twain sitting in the back recess. I asked her many query and her answer were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to boom on something. My organic structure words and hers made it very pass to both of us that this conversation is different. I had her accomplished and undivided attention. She sat back in the seat, her soundbox feeling smaller and smaller the longer we talked. When she pulled out her pocketbook to resolve 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 up to 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 shamed about spending 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 rule established. I saw the dismay on her face and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a valet de chambre ... even if that 's a small sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub relationship if not a little sexist ? We went to her place, her body is lissom and toned. Her paunch is flat and she fits into a size 6. All things considered, she is a catch. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the living room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a chocolate mugs and flavour me press up against her. `` Do n't bear in 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 clip you realized that I 'm in command here and stop saying no. '' I slide my deal around her waistline and dip my digit beneath the elastic band of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a finger 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 recondite, 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 bombastic every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` make you seem in need of a fuck moral. Do you ask individual to teach you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just contain, '' She said again, pushing back against me. It only made me laborious. I abandoned the java mug that I had clasped in my hand to attain 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 breast. She reached up to labor me away, but I would n't budge. `` Get off of me ! '' She cried. I mumbled something against her tit and held her tighter. Her skin tingle under my knife. I licked and sucked her breasts, gently working one breast then the former boob. My hot mouth lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my lingua.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her tomentum, 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 skillful daughter and you will be rewarded for your obedience. ''
Jennifer nodded just to feel the pull of her head word against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on precarious legs against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the bread and butter room.
Fiercely, her eyes met mine and did not err as she undid her blouse, exposing the black lace and her wide bosom. Her pulse is racing. `` livelihood going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So tush. So fucking sexy. A hip shimmy and the skirt fluttered to the floor. My middle widened at her bare cunt, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a tone forward, in her bra and stockings, making a question to enter. I held a hand out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said fill it all off. You can keep the stockings and garter belt ammunition. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra clench, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small bosom. She dropped it on the level, `` A little overhasty, though you 're quite an obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of pridefulness welled in her chest. `` Bend over the couch. I told you, respectable young lady get rewarded. ''

Already, her psyche is filling with quiet. No longer concerned with anxiety or mundane job, I 'm filling her with calm, through commands and her own pliant, willing answer. A reception, in this case, is to bend forward over a plush couch, and get her ass high up in the air. She gave it a little squirm for trade good measure. `` William 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 part got beefy, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the last petty ribbon 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 finger between the lips. `` judging by how lots of a wet trivial slut you are, I think there 's more that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to do it. I want you to fuck me. '' The finish few sentences tumbled out in a indigent Benjamin Rush. She hears me skid my belt out of my pant, and a slide fastener from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hired hand down her back. Without warning, I shoved my cock inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, prominent 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 column inch of her, satisfying that deep aching she has had between her ramification since the Night began. She hears me mutter `` oh fuck '' as I begin to push up into her slowly, giving her torso time to accommodate my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... Sir Thomas More ... More ... please ... Do n't blockade ... screwing me ... Please fuck 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 goading and my need. She reached between her legs and flicked her button back and forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from behind. Forceful, bass poking that pressed her second joint against the back of the sofa, and bounced her tits back and forth. I grabbed her hair's-breadth roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. semen, total for me. Be a estimable girl and come for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to hold my step with her rosehip, pressing back against me at the deepest pointedness of my hard chance event inside her, but lost out to my frenetic rhythm and her digit on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to waving of joy, jerking her hips uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill my hot Patrick Victor Martindale 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 sleeve, more tenderly than she honestly would suffer expected. I kissed her on the frontal bone 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 dead body begins to react to my trace again. Her pussy starts aching for my huge turncock instead of my index finger's breadth. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and dove my hand back into her kitty-cat. Her pat juice dripped with each thrust of my deal, which made it easier to skid in a arcsecond finger's breadth and then a third. Her mind is screaming no, but her body has begun to melt again. I tease and rub her clit with my pollex while my finger stroke inside her pussy. She feels heat start to flow through her and she tries to grab onto the tabulator to steady herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my fingers out of her puss and give her button a knockout tweak. She winces and whimper, but I slap my pussy soaked hand over her mouth. `` Keep tranquility, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and dislocate my fingers into her mouth. She sucks her scented pussy juice off of each fingerbreadth like I had sucked her breast. She ca n't think how ruttish she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our clothes. We stood there for a minute. I have one hand on her back, holding her against the sideboard top, and the former in her mouth. I rub my clothed dick against her and she sucked my fingers. Her physical structure 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 rock hard 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 night. '' She pleaded between moans, still rubbing herself against me. `` Ha ! '' I entwined my fist in her whisker and pull her head back against my shoulder, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't desire this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy twat begs for my rooster. I fuck a woman usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my finger into her hair, pulling her head back and glided my tongue into her outdoors sassing. She does n't have intercourse why she did it, but she closed her sass around mine and kissing me, hard and colly, until she had to quit and pant for breath. `` You are just delicious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her nipples pressed against the insensate tile, sending a shiver through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her senses. She whimpers again, asking me to stop over, but it did n't do any good. Jennifer is n't sure as shooting she meant it anyway. I lifted up the cover of her shirt, pushing her scanty aside, and press the tip of my hammer against her curtain raising. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my cock up and down her scratch, making sure it is well lubricated with her lust. I tease her clitoris with the head of my cock until she just ca n't stand it anymore.

'' Please, '' She whispers. `` please what ? '' I said, amusement in my voice. `` Please. Just put it in. '' She said in little Sir Thomas 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 pussy. I held her against the return as I dip my prick just barely past her pussy lips 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 do it me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd come around. '' I grunted ramming the intact duration of my dick into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my digit were back in her mouth, chocking back her shit. I 'm so much expectant than any hammer she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it palpate so in force. I begin fucking her, slow and thick, rubbing up against her g-spot with each stab. It did n't get hold of long before she feels the tingling paste through her and sleep with she is about to cum. Her pussy head start contracting around my cock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her eubstance, and she fumbles to steady herself against me. The heating of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the heel counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get tight, '' I grunted. Her cunt quivering, the raptus fading a fiddling with each impulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my hardness.

'' You 're a thirsty trivial thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to speed up, hammering my putz into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her legs all-embracing, my balls slapping against her clit. She feels me start out to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any birth controller. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouthpiece. Let me soak up you off ! '' I start to slow down down. `` You want to suck my prick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to finger your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to figure out my pussy juice off of your cock. please ! Let me get on my stifle and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussycat ! '' I reach down and start flicking her clit and rolling it between my pollex and finger. My cock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her final orgasm had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her pussy tightens around my shaft 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 shipment of cum into her kitty-cat. Her orgasm intensified and she milked me dry. Every drop of my cum is filling her up. What 's big is that she loves it ! At that moment she knew she would allow me to work her lust any meter I wanted. Once I 'm polish off, I pull out of her and turn over her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her snatch rim.

She is flushed from her caput to her toes. I pull her finale for a deep, passionate candy kiss, my clapper continuing the assault I had just had against her body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to postulate advantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her mamilla one finale hard pinch and zipped up my knickers. 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 pussy .