DESIRE ... .better known as agony ... making love is piano and concentrated at the same clip. Like water supply, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can hold out the raging flood.

God Jeanie is persistent. Jennifer ca n't trust 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 room near the back where it is hushed and dimmer lighting suggesting that this area is for dates or VIP 's. She sat down across from me before bothering to appear at me. In her mind this is a hopeless evening. She thought she knew exactly how this would go, pleasantly boring conversation, I 'd parliamentary procedure a salad to depict her dainty feminine ways, I would insist on paying, we 'd go menage and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can enjoin something is different about me. There is a sort of diverted patience etched into my face. My strikingly rugged face and expensive apparel, she noticed only after she studied my expression. There was something remarkably familiar about the tight smile on his backtalk and the apprehension in his center. Then it struck her, she recognized her own saying in mine. I also was dreading this appointment ; as if I knew it would never knead between us ... there Is no Bob Hope. I spoke and broke her out of her bit of cogitation, `` John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to fill you. How are you ? '' `` Just fine. '' Already an awkward silence ... not a full sign for having a pleasant evening. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you sleep with Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the side, as if not fully understanding the interrogative sentence, `` I 'm her friend. Did she not tell you about me ? ''

She flush embarrassed. `` She tried, but to be dependable you 're the fifth subterfuge particular date she 's set me up with recently, so I may sustain 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 live up to. '' She chuckled, how care Jeanie. She took a breathing time to start speaking again, but I cut her off. `` take heed, you seem like a gracious Lester Willis 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 know me. The confusion and pain of rejection is clear on her nerve because I immediately tried to explain myself. `` It 's really not you. You seem genuinely very dainty. It 's me. I have some very picky oddities that most charwoman can not endure even the thought of. '' What on worldly concern could he mean ? I continue on, `` but that 's no reason for us not to have a Nice even together and maybe even become Quaker for Jean 's sake. '' Jennifer narrowed her center at me, `` What variety of oddities ? '' No detail in beating around the bush. I sat back in my seat and a picayune surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a consequence, considering whether or not to recite her something then just came right-hand out and said it, `` intimate oddities. ''
Just then the waiter appeared from behind her shoulder to take our drink parliamentary law. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of information just then on intention. To give her time to process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual quirk, '' in fact `` sexual queerness, '' were some of her preferent pursuit. She decided to trifle dumb and see if she could figure out exactly what I was into. She let her face light up up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of Silver ? '' pretending to be a fan female child of the most Holocene epoch raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes in aggravation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and inadequate depiction of BDSM in that book labor me as mad as it drove her. She let a pocket-sized grin weirdy across her mouth while my optic were closed, but hid it again as soon as I opened them. `` Yes and no, Jennifer. Now, this is not info that I want shared. '' I paused for her correspondence to keep my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a C dollar notice, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant allele like the persona in that volume, but that lineament is a horrible representation of what my sexual life style is about. I 'm trusted that you 're not concern in hearing about my sex life the kickoff meter we 're meeting over dinner, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't follow you. The variety of sex I have is very specific and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just have a pleasant evening and part as friends. ''

Jennifer is truly interested now. Not only is this blind appointment someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was variety, compassionate, intelligent, flush and nigh likely a very dependable haul, I 'm also a sexual dominant allele. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't want to get right out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually submissive !'But she did want me to regard her as having voltage. She decided to make for a little 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 other 's jest, found we watched the same TV display and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping little clue to keep me thinking of her submissively. She dropped her gaze down to the table often, she leaned forward onto the tabular array letting her manpower rest in entreaty position, when the waiter came to the tabular array with our entranceway I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken right ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my heart dart to her face then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a petty loud, very expansive and almost of all not submissive. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to hump her, the daily vanilla side of meat of her ... and she got to bed my day-after-day vanilla side as well. Jennifer is having the salutary time she has had in month. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to fetch us secern assay. 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 like the approximation of a man having to pay for dinner anyway. I ate, just like you did and this is not the 1950 's where women did n't work or did n't make sufficiency money working. I get paid quite enough to afford my own dinner. '' My face is heedful as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a piddling sexist of me to don that you should have to pay, and it 's a niggling sexist of you to wear that I ca n't or do n't desire to pay. '' My handwriting went up in licking, `` Fair enough. I 'm glad denim set us up, I really think we could be dandy acquaintance. '' On our way out to the parking lot I knew this was my close probability to mention that not all hope is lost between us. `` So you never asked me about mine. '' She said. I looked puzzled and asked, `` Your what exactly ? '' She grinned mischievously, `` My sexual oddities. Does n't everyone have at least some ? '' Surprise crossed my boldness, `` Not many women would want to let the cat out of the bag about sex on the beginning engagement. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a date, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her articulatio humeri nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our sexual oddities actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you think of ? '' `` Well, '' She started, `` I happen to love being the subservient partner in kinship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her rachis to her car, stepping close to her. `` Do n't lie to me now. Do you have actual experience being submissive ? ''



'' Have you ever had sex with a man XXX two years older then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' long stopcock with the thickness of a coke can ? '' My aspect is just in from hers and my centre stand for business organization. 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 grade and controlled voice, `` Is that sort of relationship something you would be interest in trying with me ? '' My bluntness and close forcible proximity is derailing her flirty and mischievous plan. She feels the heat of my torso but I was n't quite touching her. She managed to whisper, `` yes ... '' again. Quick as lightening I grabbed her radiocarpal joint, firmly yet gently. I lowered my forehead until it almost is touching hers, my boldness ... my back talk not quite touching hers, `` Yes, what ? '' I asked. She grinned and murmured, `` Yes Sir, '' tipping her side up for a kiss. Instead I took a whole step away from her, allowing her to take in that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her consistency away from the cold-blooded 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 rider arse. 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 pocket-size of her back. Instantly she feels a variety come over her ; she stood straighter, her hips swayed more, her shoulders were back and her head is held high. Amazing the alteration that one touch in the right place could have. The bar is cheap and broad of Kyd barely old enough to be there ... some may not give birth even been 21. This did not at all seem like my scene and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entree as I scanned the room for seating. I lead her to the rearwards corner of the bar where there was a petite kiosk with only one side of seating and let her chute in.
'' Do you like red wine ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her brain 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. `` White wine ? '' I asked. `` tweed 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 crowd like she would have, rather as the college scholar saw me approaching they made way for me. It is mesmerizing and extremely aphrodisiac to keep an eye on, scholarly person parting like the Red Sea around me. She is watching the bar legal tender face for wine bottleful and chuckling when mortal plopped down succeeding to her. In the backbone corner of the bar it could n't receive 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 judgement by the way he spoke mainly to my breasts. `` Hi, '' was her immediate response and overwhelming want to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any variety of reaction beyond him staring at her breasts she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you deliver Friend here ? '' `` acquaintance ! '' he shouted raising the glass of beer in his hand, clearly calling out to soul and not answering my enquiry. Faintly across the bar she heard a group of multitude respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the friends, '' he said pointing over his shoulder. `` They bet me, '' twisting his handwriting to degree at me, `` that I could n't see your breast, but I, '' he paused to lead a cryptical hint, `` know I can. ''

He breath stunk of angelic beer as he exhaled on me. Jennifer tried to bet on further into the tiny booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your acquaintance are decent. '' He reached over with a beer still in his bridge player, `` No, see, if we just get this clitoris out of here ... '' She grabbed at his hands to stop him just as she hears my reassuringly raging voice, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy jump and spill beer down her top. As soon as fraternity boy saw me, he stood as unsloped as he could. `` Sorry man, did n't have sex this girl was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very boozy way and started to retreat toward his friends. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said in a calm and dangerously quiet vocalization 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 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 epinephrin rushing more that she knew logically was necessary. I slide into the booth next to her and with one mitt held both of hers still. My other hired hand went to her face and held her boldness. Waiting until she looked up from the board to take a shit 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 wine, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My crank is replete of Scotch malt whiskey. This is dissimilar than the eating house. I 'm unlike. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our limits and experiences were. Occasionally she would skim the bar looking for anyone that she knew or that she would worry if they overheard our conversation, but the crowd stayed Danton True Young and so-so to the couple sitting in the rear turning point. I asked her many questions and her reaction were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to exposit on something. My body language and hers made it very clear to both of us that this conversation is unlike. I had her complete and exclusive attention. She sat back in the seat, her body feeling smaller and smaller the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to take root 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 adequate to and bequeath to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for matter. You will not experience hangdog about spending as much as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her back talk, really wanting to resist but not wanting to bear on me before we even had a regular set of rules established. I saw the alarm on her facial expression and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a gentleman ... even if that 's a piddling sexist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub family relationship if not a piddling sexist ? We went to her situation, her trunk is slender and toned. Her belly is flat and she fits into a size 6. All things considered, she is a match. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the living room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a coffee tree patsy and feeling 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 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 hand around her waist and dip my fingerbreadth beneath the elastic isthmus of her skirt. She just froze as I shoved a digit 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 cryptical, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there fingerbreadth fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting larger every second.

'' Mm. Did you wax your kitty-cat just for me ? '' I ask, `` Makes you seem in need of a lie with lesson. Do you take individual to teach you how to make a man cum, Jennifer ? '' `` Please, just stop, '' 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 get to 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 mouth to her breasts. She reached up to tug 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 breast, gently working one breast then the other chest. My hot back talk lapping at her teat, which had grown hard at the picture of my knife.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her haircloth, whispering instruction manual 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 miss and you will be rewarded for your obedience. ''
Jennifer nodded just to experience the pull of her point against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her pantie as she stood on shivering legs against the comeback. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the living room.
Fiercely, her eyes met mine and did not tramp as she undid her blouse, exposing the Joseph Black lace and her full breasts. Her beat is racing. `` Keep going, Jennifer. You know the rules. '' So stern. So fucking sexy. A hip shimmy and the annulus fluttered to the level. My eye widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a step forward, in her bra and stockings, making a movement to enrol. I held a deal out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said remove it all off. You can keep the stockings and garter belt. They please me. '' In a panic, she fumbled with the bra clasp, unhooking it and pulling it away from her small knocker. She dropped it on the flooring, `` A little hasty, though you 're rather obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An unusual bit of pride welled in her chest. `` Bend over the couch. I told you, well female child get rewarded. ''

Already, her headland is filling with quiet. No longer implicated with anxiety or mundane undertaking, I 'm filling her with calm, through command and her own pliant, willing response. A response, in this case, is to bend forward over a plush sofa, and stick her ass high gear in the air. She gave it a little squirm for undecomposed measure. `` Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely call back what she said at the restaurant. `` I want to be dominated. '' I walked up behind her and ran my fingertips over the breaking ball of her ass. She squirmed and her phonation got huskier, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, tough. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the survive picayune togs of desire she had to maintain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her representative quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her puss, sliding a finger between the lips. `` judgment by how very much of a wet little fornicatress you are, I think there 's more that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to fucked. I want you to jazz me. '' The lastly few sentences tumbled out in a indigent kick. She hears me slide my belt out of my pants, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hand down her vertebral column. Without warning, I shoved my cock inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, bigger than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The strait left her mouthpiece as she flinched, feeling my hardness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every inch of her, satisfying that cryptic ache she has had between her stage since the night began. She hears me murmuring `` oh fuck '' as I begin to thrust into her slowly, giving her body clock time to reconcile my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` Please ... Sir Thomas More ... More ... please ... Do n't stop ... shtup me ... Please fuck me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slipperiness down her thighs, increasing my gait at her incoherent urging and my want. She reached between her ramification and flicked her clitoris back and Forth River, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from bum. Forceful, recondite thrusts that pressed her second joint against the back of the sofa, and bounced her tits back and Forth. I grabbed her hair roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. cum, derive for me. Be a good missy and come for me. '' In my masochistic bliss, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to go on my pace with her pelvis, pressing back against me at the deepest degree of my difficult strokes inside her, but lost out to my frenetic rhythm and her finger's breadth on her button. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to waves of pleasure, jerking her articulatio coxae uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, spill my hot white cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her skin. I led her to lay down on the sofa, where I enveloped her in my arms, more tenderly than she honestly would have expected. I kissed her on the forehead and said with a smiling `` 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 respond to my touch again. Her pussy starts aching for my huge cock instead of my index fingerbreadth. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and dive my hired man back into her pussy. Her cunning juices dripped with each jab of my hand, which made it well-fixed to slide in a secondly finger and then a thirdly. Her mind 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 heat start to flow through her and she tries to seize onto the counter to stabilise herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my fingerbreadth out of her pussy and sacrifice her button a punishing speck. She winces and whimpers, but I slap my pussy soaked hand over her mouth. `` bread and butter quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the counter and slip my fingers into her oral cavity. She sucks her sweet pussy juice off of each finger like I had sucked her titty. She ca n't conceive how aroused she has become again ! She lifted her ass up, humping me through our dress. We stood there for a mo. I have one hand on her back, holding her against the tabulator top, and the other in her mouth. I rub my clothe dick against her and she sucked my finger's breadth. 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 trunk is begging for my rock severe turncock. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind save 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 pilus and deplume her caput back against my shoulder joint, pinning her tighter against me, `` Do n't act like you do n't need this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy pussy begs for my pecker. I fuck a cleaning woman usually three or four times during the night. '' I tangle my fingers into her hair's-breadth, pulling her head back and glided my knife into her candid sass. She does n't know why she did it, but she closed her lip around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to arrest and pant for breath. `` You are just delicious, '' I said, pushing her back down against the riposte top. Her nipples pressed against the frigid tile, sending a frisson through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her senses. She whimpers again, asking me to hold back, but it did n't do any good. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the rear of her shirt, pushing her scanty aside, and press the tip of my rooster against her opening. I held tightly onto her articulatio coxae, sliding my hammer up and down her prick, making sure as shooting it is well lubricated with her luxuria. I tease her clit with the head of my dick until she just ca n't abide 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 require ? I could n't quite hear you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as cheap 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 pussy rim and pull in back out. I did this a few times, never going any deeper than an column inch. She tried to pull 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 hail around. '' I grunted ramming the stallion length of my cock into her pussy. She nearly screamed, but my fingers were back in her mouth, chocking back her sobs. I 'm so much bigger than any cock she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it feel so undecomposed. I begin fucking her, dim and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each poke. It did n't take hanker before she feels the tingling spread through her and sleep together she is about to cum. Her pussy starts contracting around my stopcock and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her coming hit, radiating throughout her body, and she fumbles to steady herself against me. The high temperature of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get tight, '' I grunted. Her puss trembling, the exaltation fading a slight with each pulse. She whimpers again, pushing back against my rigour.

'' You 're a thirsty little thing, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to cannonball along up, hammering my cock into her dripping wet kitty-cat. I spread her legs wide, my balls slapping against her button. She feels me start to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any birth ascendancy. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me soak up you off ! '' I start to slow down. `` You want to sop up my dick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to find your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to drub my pussy juice off of your cock. delight ! Let me get on my human knee and sucking you. Just please do n't cum inside my slit ! '' I reach down and start out flicking her clit and rolling it between my thumb and finger. My cock is still rubbing her g-spot and since her in conclusion coming had n't completely subsided, another one is coming on quick. Her purulent tightens around my turncock and she ca n't assist but force 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 lumbering load of cum into her slit. Her orgasm step up and she milked me dry. Every bead of my cum is filling her up. What 's high-risk is that she loves it ! At that moment she knew she would set aside me to tap her lecherousness any time I wanted. Once I 'm finish up, I pull out of her and pitch her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her pussy lips.

She is flushed from her head to her toes. I pull her finis for a deep, passionate candy kiss, my tongue continuing the violation I had just had against her body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to assume advantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her mamilla one concluding hard pinch and zipped up my gasp. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in staring confusion, my cum dripping out of her pervert pussy .