DESIRE ... .better known as torment ... Love is soft and hard at the Sami fourth dimension. Like water, It is soothing and refreshing, But who can withstand the raging flood.

God Jeanie is dogged. Jennifer ca n't think she let her convince her to even do this. Jennifer pulled up to
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The hostess led her to a individual elbow room near the back where it is serenity and shadowy lighting suggesting that this field 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 way of life, I would insist on paying, we 'd go base and never speak to each other again. She is stunned as soon as she looks up into my face. She can severalize something is dissimilar about me. There is a sort of amused patience etched into my typeface. My strikingly rugged face and expensive clothes, she noticed only after she studied my expression. There was something remarkably familiar about the besotted grinning on his lips and the apprehension in his centre. Then it struck her, she recognized her own expression in mine. I also was dreading this particular date ; as if I knew it would never work between us ... there Is no Hope. I spoke and broke her out of her moment of study, `` St. John. You must be Jennifer. '' `` Yes, '' She smiled, `` Nice to run into you. How are you ? '' `` Just mulct. '' Already an awkward silence ... not a good mark for having a pleasant evening. She sighs a little preparing herself for a unpleasant dinner. `` How do you know Jeanie ? '' I tilted my head to the face, as if not fully understanding the enquiry, `` I 'm her friend. Did she not tell 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, `` dungaree can be persistent. She told me a lot about you. Let me tell you, you have high measure to live up to. '' She chuckled, how alike Jeanie. She took a breath to start speech production again, but I cut her off. `` listen, you seem like a nice Cy Young woman 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 bonk me. The confusion and pain of rejection is clear on her human 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 especial quirk that most cleaning woman can not stand even the thinking 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 friends for Jean 's interest. '' Jennifer narrowed her center at me, `` What variety of oddities ? '' No point in beating around the bush. I sat back in my posterior and a piffling surprised by her bluntness. I pause for a moment, considering whether or not to tell her something then just came rightfield out and said it, `` Sexual oddities. ''
Just then the server appeared from behind her shoulder to take our drink edict. I seen the waiter coming and shared my bit of selective information just then on determination. To return her time to process.

But the joke is on me. She is no stranger to `` sexual queerness, '' in fact `` intimate oddment, '' were some of her favorite pastimes. She decided to fiddle dumb and see if she could visualise out exactly what I was into. She let her face brighten up, `` Oooh are you like the guy in 49 Shades of atomic number 47 ? '' pretending to be a fan girl of the most recent raunchy sex novel. I took a deep breath and closed my center in exasperation. I 'm sure the inaccuracies and poor depiction of BDSM in that record book drove me as mad as it drove her. She let a small smile creep across her lips while my eyes were closed, but hid it again as soon as I opened them. `` Yes and no, Jennifer. Now, this is not selective information that I want shared. '' I paused for her agreement to maintain my secret. She smiled excitedly, as if having found a c dollar mark bill, and nodded. `` Yes I am a dominant like the character in that book, but that lineament is a horrible representation of what my sexual lifestyle is about. I 'm surely that you 're not concern in hearing about my sex spirit the first time we 're meeting over dinner party, I just wanted to explain why I ca n't follow up on you. The form of sex I have is very finical and not for everyone. So I am hoping we can just take in a pleasant evening and division as Quaker. ''

Jennifer is truly interested now. Not only is this blind engagement someone that Jeanie approved of, which meant that I was kind, compassionate, intelligent, wealthy and most likely a very good match, I 'm also a sexual dominant. Hmmm what to do ... She did n't desire to come rightfulness out and say 'Hey that 's convenient become I 'm sexually slavish !'But she did want me to take in her as having voltage. She decided to play a lilliputian 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 jokes, found we watched the same TV show and got along very well. Throughout the night however, She keeps dropping little hint to observe 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 supplication position, when the server came to the table with our accession I asked, `` You ordered the grilled chicken right ? '' and she replied with a comical, `` Yes Sir ! '' She noticed my eyes dart to her typeface then down as if embarrassed by a thought. She is a little loud, very talkative and most of all not slavish. And it worked out wonderfully. I 'm getting to know her, the daily vanilla side of her ... and she got to cognize my daily vanilla extract slope as well. Jennifer is having the skillful meter she has had in months. As dinner is winding down the waiter came over and she instructed him to institute us come apart checkout. I protested but she explained, `` If we are not really on a date then there is no ground 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 cleaning lady did n't forge or did n't nominate decent money working. I get paid quite enough to afford my own dinner. '' My look is thoughtful as I start to protest again, `` Yes, however ... '' but she cut me off again. `` It 's a trivial sexist of me to presume that you should have to pay, and it 's a slight male chauvinist of you to assume that I ca n't or do n't want to pay. '' My work force went up in defeat, `` funfair enough. I 'm sword lily jean set us up, I really think we could be bully 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 quirk. Does n't everyone have at least some ? '' surprise crossed my face, `` Not many women would want to utter about sex on the first date. '' `` We determined earlier that this is n't a escort, '' She corrected me. `` Even so ... '' I trailed off. She shrugged her berm nonchalantly, `` I only mentioned it because our sexual quirk actually work quite well together. '' We are nearing her car and I asked, `` How do you mean ? '' `` well, '' She started, `` I happen to revel being the slavish mate in kinship. '' I grabbed her shoulder and turned her backbone 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 thirty two class old then you ? '' `` Have you ever been fucked by a 9 '' long cock with the thickness of a coke can ? '' My face is just inches from hers and my eyes meant business concern. Her breathing time caught in her throat and she only just managed to screak out, `` no ... '' My centre are heated and yet cold and hard. I ask in a very stage and master voice, `` Is that sort of relationship something you would be interested in trying with me ? '' My dullness and close physical 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 lips 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 step away from her, allowing her to bring in that her body is leaning against the car. As she peeled her dead body away from the cold metal I instructed, `` Put your leftover in your car. '' She took a breath and squared her shoulders. The flush 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 AMEX into the road I moved my hand to the small of her spinal column. Instantly she feels a alteration come over her ; she stood straighter, her hip swayed more, her shoulder joint were back and her head is held high. Amazing the change that one feeling in the decently place could have. The bar is tatty and full of Thomas Kid barely old enough to be there ... some may not experience even been 21. This did not at all seem like my picture and it certainly was n't hers. We paused at the entrance as I scanned the way for seating. I lead her to the dorsum recession of the bar where there was a bantam booth with but one side of seating and let her slide in.
'' Do you like red vino ? '' I asked still standing. She shook her caput no and answered with, `` Long Island Iced Tea is my deglutition. '' `` No. '' She said it so simply and confidently she did n't interrogate me. `` White wine-colored ? '' I asked. `` White wine-colored is better than red, '' She said. I disappeared from the table making my way up to the bar. I did n't slither in and around the bunch 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 legal tender feel for wine bottles and chuckling when someone plopped down next to her. In the back niche of the bar it could n't own been by error. Jennifer glanced up at the clearly drunk fraternity boy and immediately backed as far away from him as she could in the booth. `` Hii tthere babe doll, '' 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 reply and overwhelming want to be polite kicked in, `` How are you ? '' When she did n't get any kind of response beyond him staring at her titty she asked, `` Are you lost ? Do you have friends here ? '' `` supporter ! '' he shouted raising the glass of beer in his hand, clearly calling out to somebody and not answering my interrogative. Faintly across the bar she heard a group of people respond with, `` Forever ! '' `` I have the Quaker, '' 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 support further into the diminutive booth. `` Sorry, '' She said, `` I 'm afraid your friends are right. '' He reached over with a beer still in his paw, `` No, see, if we just get this push button out of here ... '' She grabbed at his paw to lay off him just as she hears my reassuringly furious spokesperson, `` Hey ! '' I yelled, my voice made the frat boy leap 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 have it away this female child was claimed. '' He saluted me in a very bibulous way and started to retreat toward his champion. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and said in a calm and dangerously quiet voice that carried over the noise of the bar, `` Do n't ever do that to a woman again. Do you interpret me ? '' The fraternity boy looked rightfully petrified and just nodded his head. I let him go gently and the boy practically ran away. She turned to her and asked, `` Are you alright ? '' She took a breath ; she had n't realized that she had been holding it. I exhaled quickly, `` Oh, him ? He 's harmless, I 've seen worse. '' She frantically started wiping the beer off her top, her adrenaline rushing more that she knew logically was necessary. I slide into the booth next to her and with one script held both of hers still. My other hand went to her face and held her boldness. Waiting until she looked up from the table to form 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 person wine, '' I announced as I slide a glass over to her. My chicken feed is full of scotch. This is different than the restaurant. I 'm different. Jennifer is different. We talked openly about what our limit 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 bunch stayed young and indifferent to the pair sitting in the back recession. I asked her many questions and her response were often, `` Yes Sir, '' or `` No Sir, '' until I ask her to dilate on something. My body spoken communication and hers made it very clear to both of us that this conversation is unlike. I had her perfect and undivided attention. She sat back in the seat, her body feeling smaller and diminished the longer we talked. When she pulled out her purse to settle her tab I frowned at her. `` I 'll have none of your silly feminism ranting now. '' `` But I ... '' She started. I stopped her by simply raising my hand. `` I know that you are perfectly capable and willing to pay for yourself, and I respect that, '' I paused, `` put your money away. When we go out I am going to pay for affair. You will not sense guilty about spending as much as you want and you will not ask to pay again. ''

She pursed her lips, really wanting to dissent but not wanting to agitate me before we even had a steady set of formula established. I saw the consternation on her cheek and said simply, `` I want to. I like to be a gentleman ... even if that 's a little male chauvinist. '' That got her to grin and nod. I mean what is a Dom/sub family relationship if not a picayune male chauvinist ? We went to her place, her physical structure is slender and toned. Her belly is flat and she fits into a size 6. All thing considered, she is a catch. Embarrassed by my stares, she excuses herself from the sustenance elbow room to go to the kitchen. She reached into the cupboard for a java mugs and spirit me press up against her. `` Do n't take care me. I 'm just here for the java, '' I teased, rubbing the root 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 shank and dip my fingers beneath the elastic band of her annulus. 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 deep, curling it so the tip bumped up beside her g-spot, and stood there finger fucking her in the kitchen. My hard-on is still rubbing against her, getting larger every second base.

'' Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me ? '' I ask, `` shuffling you seem in pauperism of a nookie lesson. Do you need 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 unvoiced. I abandoned the coffee mug that I had clasped in my mitt to get hold of beneath her blouse and cupped one of her knocker. 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 back talk to her breasts. She reached up to push 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 cutis tingling under my natural language. I licked and sucked her breasts, gently working one breast then the other knocker. My hot mouth lapping at her nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of my knife.

Then my hand is firmly gripping her tomentum, whispering direction 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 pull of her foreland against my hand. She feels her wetness seeping through her panties as she stood on shaky legs against the counter. I grabbed her by the arm and led her back into the support room.
Fiercely, her eyes met mine and did not stray as she undid her blouse, exposing the black lace and her wide-cut breasts. Her heartbeat is racing. `` Keep going, Jennifer. You know the principle. '' So stern. So fucking sexy. A hip shimmy and the doll fluttered to the floor. My eyes widened at her naked pussy, neatly trimmed just that day. She took a stride forward, in her bra and stockings, making a motion to accede. I held a script out in pause. `` Ah, ah. I said take 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 little white meat. She dropped it on the floor, `` A little hasty, though you 're quite a obedient nonetheless, are n't you ? '' `` Yes, sir. '' An strange bit of pride welled in her chest. `` crease over the frame. I told you, good girl get rewarded. ''

Already, her capitulum is filling with quiet. No longer pertain with anxiety or mundane project, I 'm filling her with calm, through commands and her own pliant, willing reception. A reply, in this pillowcase, is to flex forward over a plush couch, and stick her ass high in the air. She gave it a footling wiggle for dependable measure. `` William Tell me again what you want. '' She could barely commemorate 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 huskier, quieter. `` I want - '' I spanked her once, hard. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in the last footling ribbon of desire she had to maintain control. `` I want to be claimed and - '' Another spank. Her vocalization quieter. Meeker. `` Owned. I want to be owned, sir. '' I cupped her puss, sliding a digit between the lips. `` Judging by how much of a wet minuscule slut you are, I think there 's More that you want. '' She whimpered. `` Yes, sir. I want to jazz. I want you to make love me. '' The last few sentences tumbled out in a destitute rush. She hears me slue my smash out of my drawers, and a zipper from behind her. She jumped as I lightly trailed my hand down her spine. Without warning, I shoved my hammer inside her and she moaned. I 'm big, bigger than she is used to, certainly. `` Owwwwww. '' The sound left her oral cavity as she flinched, feeling my hardness enter her deepest recesses. I filled every in of her, satisfying that mysterious ache she has had between her legs since the night began. She hears me gnarl `` oh screw '' as I begin to thrust into her slowly, giving her body time to oblige my generous girth.

Jennifer begged, she pleaded. `` delight ... More ... More ... please ... Do n't intercept ... Fuck me ... Please have it away me ... Please ... Oh god ... please. '' I slipped easily in and out of her, her wetness slip down her thighs, increasing my pace at her incoherent importunity and my need. She reached between her pegleg and flicked her clitoris back and Forth, getting closer and closer to orgasm as I slammed into her from behind. Forceful, mysterious drive that pressed her thighs against the cover of the couch, and bounced her pap back and forth. I grabbed her hair roughly, arching her back towards me, saying `` You are mine. Come, come for me. Be a unspoiled girl and semen for me. '' In my masochistic cloud nine, all she can do is moan and smile. She tries to keep my pace with her hips, pressing back against me at the recondite point of my difficult strokes inside her, but lost out to my frenetic rhythm and her fingerbreadth on her clit. She tightens around me suddenly, crying out, lost to waves of pleasure, jerking her pelvis uncontrollably. I pull out, and with a groan, slop my hot white cum on her ass. Delicately, I rubbed it into her peel. I led her to lay down on the sofa, where I enveloped her in my arms, more tenderly than she honestly would consume expected. I kissed her on the forehead 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 organic structure begins to reply to my tinge again. Her pussy scratch line aching for my vast cock instead of my exponent finger. I sensed it, I flipped her back around and dove my manus back into her pussy. Her knavish juice dripped with each poke of my script, which made it easier to slew in a endorsement finger's breadth and then a 3rd. Her head is screaming no, but her trunk has begun to melt down again. I tease and rub her clit with my thumb while my fingers stroke inside her twat. She feels heat start to fall through her and she tries to snap up onto the counter to calm herself. When I sensed that she is beginning to cum, I pull my finger's breadth out of her pussy and cave in her clit a firmly taking into custody. She winces and whimper, but I slap my pussy soaked hand over her mouth. `` sustenance quiet, '' I growled into her ear. I bent her over the riposte and slip my fingers into her mouth. She sucks her angelic pussy juice off of each finger like I had sucked her breast. She ca n't think 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 counter top, and the other in her oral fissure. I rub my raiment dick against her and she sucked my fingers. Her body tingling and heated up again. No man has ever aroused her like I have tonight.

He really is going to do this again, she thought. She has never been fucked more then once during a night. Her body is begging for my rock 'n' roll hard cock. After all, I had let go of her, but she had n't tried to get away. Still, her mind prevent 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 hair's-breadth and force her head back against my berm, 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 pussy begs for my cock. I fuck a cleaning lady usually three or four multiplication during the night. '' I tangle my fingerbreadth into her fuzz, pulling her head back and glided my natural language into her open mouth. She does n't hump why she did it, but she closed her mouth around mine and kissing me, hard and dirty, until she had to stop and puff for breath. `` You are just delightful, '' I said, pushing her back down against the counter top. Her mamilla pressed against the dusty tile, sending a shiver through her. Her arousal is hot, prickling her grass. She whimpers again, asking me to stop over, but it did n't do any good. Jennifer is n't sure she meant it anyway. I lifted up the back of her shirt, pushing her panties aside, and press the tip of my rooster against her initiative. I held tightly onto her hips, sliding my cock up and down her slit, making certain it is well lubricate with her luxuria. I tease her button 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 more than a murmur. `` What do you want ? I could n't quite hear you, '' I mocked. `` Just put it in ! '' She said as tatty as she dared, `` Please ! '' `` Like this ? '' I ask, pushing into her hot hungry pussy. I held her against the heel counter as I dip my cock just barely past her twat sassing and deplumate back out. I did this a few times, never going any deeper than an inch. She tried to storm herself back onto me, but I just laughed. `` Just sleep together me already ! I want you to fuck me ! '' She cried in exasperation. `` I knew you 'd come around. '' I grunted ramming the stallion duration of my cock into her cunt. She nearly screamed, but my finger were back in her oral cavity, chocking back her sobs. I 'm so much larger than any shaft she has had before, but maybe it is being dominated that makes it feel so good. I begin fucking her, dim and deep, rubbing up against her g-spot with each drive. It did n't take recollective before she feels the tingling spreadhead through her and have it off she is about to cum. Her cunt starts contracting around my pecker and she pushes back against me as I slam into her. She feels her orgasm hit, radiating throughout her consistency, and she fumbles to steady herself against me. The heat of her orgasm enveloping her and she collapses on the replication top, sniveling and shaking. `` God, you get miserly, '' I grunted. Her pussy quiver, the rapture fading a slight with each pulsing. She whimpers again, pushing back against my ruggedness.

'' You 're a hungry picayune matter, are n't you ? '' I said with a sneer, `` I better fill you up. '' I start to speed up, hammering my prick into her dripping wet pussy. I spread her legs extensive, my bollock slapping against her button. She feels me get going to tighten. `` Oh, God ! He is going to cum inside me. '' She is n't on any nascence command. She ca n't let me cum inside of her ! `` No ! '' She begged, `` Cum in my mouth. Let me suck you off ! '' I start to slow down. `` You want to draw my dick ? '' `` Yes, please ! I want to taste you. I want to sense your hot cum shoot down my pharynx. I want to work out my twat juice off of your dick. please ! Let me get on my knees and suck you. Just please do n't cum inside my pussy ! '' I reach down and commence flicking her button 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 cock and she ca n't facilitate but campaign 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 guesswork a wakeless loading of cum into her pussy. 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 earmark me to exploit her crave any time I wanted. Once I 'm finish, I pull out of her and thumb her over. My cum starts to trickle out of her purulent back talk.

She is flushed from her header to her toes. I pull her ending for a deep, passionate buss, my tongue continuing the rape I had just had against her body. She yielded completely to me, allowing me to admit advantage of her. When I pushed her away, I gave her nipple one utmost hard emergency and zipped up my pants. I turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking down the hallway. Jennifer just stood there in consummate confusedness, my cum dripping out of her abused pussy .