A constant hunger...an ache....a wanting.....a craving....
I extend my tongue and press it to your clit, teasing you, tasting you. I slip the clamp off and suck your clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue, nibbling gently with my teeth. You remain silent, just, but your breathing becomes heavier as the feeling surges through your body.
With one hand I slip two fingers into your dripping wet pussy and start to massage your g spot with my fingertips.
With the other I reach round and start to twist that smooth butt plug in your ass.
You taste sensational, sweet with an edge. I could eat you for hours, drink in the tastes and the smells. I glance up at you quickly, look deep into your eyes and say: "I give you permission to enjoy this in any way you want. Make as much noise as you like. You've earnt it."
Hearing you say that sends chills through me, as I have been waiting so long to fully let go and show you how much pleasure you are giving me. I immediately cry out, lustily, not caring who hears me. I then start to purr, as you are devouring my pussy, unable to control myself. I can see this excites you, watching me writhe with delight.
I start to tug at the nipple clamps, watching you the entire time, catching your glance. My head arches back against the brick, feeling the intense pleasure. Knowing I have permission to enjoy this in any way that I want, I wrap my hands around your head, running my fingers through your thick, wavy hair.
I stay there, enjoying my reward, wishing you would pull me down and finally take what is yours.
When you see that I am on the verge of exploding from orgasm, you stop. You stand, and pull me up close to you. I feel so weak and helpless in your arms. You kiss me, with hot sensual lips, all over my face, careful to not kiss me on the lips, knowing if you do, we won't make it into the restaurant. You put my skirt on and straighten my blouse over the nipple clamps. I'm shaking, and can barely walk. You smooth my hair, and wrap your arm around me.
We walk in the front door to the restaurant.
We enter. The interior is dimly lit, white leather seats, white table cloths, bright silver cutlery, and sparkling glasses.
You stand out beautifully in black satin and the shiny black leather of your boots. I want you, but I restrain myself.
The Maître d' smiles as he sees you, scanning your body, his eyes alight on the nipple clamps and chain pressing through your tight blouse. You see him harden through his tight trousers.
I ask for a table in the private dining room upstairs. We follow him up some stairs to the room.
I follow you and reach up your skirt and dip my fingers in your pussy. The Maître d' glances back and sees me touching you.
Inside the room is a table for two set in a warm white room. One wall is glass and faces out onto the street. It's late and quiet but people are passing by. They can clearly see everything in the room.
The Maître d' shows you to your seat and brings a menu.
I'm sat across from you. I order a bottle of champagne to start and it arrives in a tall, slender ice bucket.
"What will you order?" I ask. ~~
We chatted on cam when we could, which was rare. He was expecting me one day, and I could only log on for a few minutes, just to tell him I had to go. My husband was pulling in the driveway, and was paying close attention to me, as my computer use was through the roof. "Risk it, stay on with me." He was always pushing that envelope. "Are you wet?" he asked. "I'm always wet when I am talking to you," I confessed.
"Fuck him, then," he countered. My eyes blazed with fire. He was so confident, never getting jealous of my marriage, but pushing me towards my husband at times.
He sent me an email later. "If you are enjoying this as much as I am, it's no wonder your husband is watching your every move. I can't stop thinking about you."
~~ Our eyes are affixed on each other. I sit there, just staring at you, captivated by your dreamy looks, thinking how favored I am to be sitting here with you. I'm famished, all of the foreplay has taken almost every drop of energy from me. Knowing what's in store for me later, I look at the menu.
Considering you are such a gentleman and will order for me, I ask you if we can start with the Insalata di Rucola Selvatica con Parmigiano e Balsamico Invecchiato.
You start to open the champagne, effortlessly popping the cork out of the bottle, and pour it into our glasses. I take a few sips and feel the bubbles going right to my head."May I pleasure you while you decide what to order?" I ask. You slide down a little in your seat, giving me permission.
I take the shiny black boot off my right leg and put my delicate foot on your left calf, gently caressing you, under the silky material of your trousers. My foot slowly moves up the inside of your thigh, and gently massages your aching balls. It then lifts and is directly on top of your cock, not making contact yet. Gently, I lower it onto you, stroking you sensually, feeling your cock jerk, with satisfaction. This only makes me want to climb under the table, and finish you. I wait for your cue.
I grab your teasing foot roughly under the table, running the nail of my thumb up the sole, pressing deep through your thin silk stockings.
I see the yearning in your eyes and decide you need another reward. Your choice of food is a good one and while forward, I like your daring foot play.
I tell you to put your boot back on and unzip myself, springing out.
"We can have the Rocket salad, but not to start." I say.
"Here's your first course. Now get on your knees and eat it, while I consider the menu."
"Use the champagne bottle on yourself."
"With pleasure," I reply.
I slowly slide myself under the tablecloth and crawl over to you on all fours. The feast set before me, I can feel the sharp ping of my salivary glands, as if I were biting into a lemon, causing my mouth to water. I first nuzzle your thighs with my lips, gently sucking, and nibbling on you.
I carefully inch my face closer to your delicious cock, and inhale deeply, slowly letting my hot breath cover your balls. I lick and bathe them with my tongue, take you all in, and gently pull away, tugging on you. My tongue leisurely works its way up the shaft of your fat cock, coating you with my wet. I steel my tongue and greedily penetrate your passageway. I look up at you, and the desire runs down my inner thighs.
I take the champagne bottle, and seeing there is a little bit left inside, let it trickle out all over your cock.
This is going to be sooo good, I'm thinking inside, unaware I said it aloud.
I put the head of your cock in my mouth, gently circling it with my tongue. You reward me with some nourishment, which I lap up and swallow, tasting your sweet seed. Taking you all in, I milk you for more, which you generously supply. As I am going up and down on you, my hand gently caresses your balls at the same time. I feel your hard cock pulse, as the rhythm continues, slowly as first, then building up, until you are almost ready to explode.
The Maître d' waltzes in with our salads, at first perplexed by my empty seat, until he spies my black shiny boots peeking out from under the tablecloth. Poor bastard. I could care less that he's there, my entire focus is on you.
I then take the champagne bottle and position it in between my legs, so that the spout is resting below my pussyhole. As I continue to devour you, I gyrate over the tip of the bottle, teasing myself with the head of the cold, glass cock. I don't let it fully penetrate me, as I make myself wait for the prize.
Your hands and fingers are massaging my head and hair, pulling me in closer. What a catch-22. I want so badly for you to cum in my mouth, but my pussy is aching with desire, wishing that you will come down on top of me, and end this misery. I stop for a moment, and look into your eyes.
I pull you up and out from underneath the table, noting the desire in your eyes. You stand in front of me quivering, not knowing what's going to happen, beautiful.
I tear open your blouse popping buttons off, revealing your hot swollen, tightly clamped nipples, chained together. Using the clit clamp on its chain I force you to bend over, attaching it to the base of the table meaning you can't straighten up. running my hands all over you, sometimes touching skin, sometimes caressing you through the ruined blouse I work my way down to your skirt, unfasten it and let it slip to the floor, revealing the harness, suspender belt and tops of your stockings.
I unbuckle the harness and slowly work the plug out. Before you close up I slip my tongue in, tasting you, rimming you.
Then, my cock still wet from your mouth I stand up and place the tip on your wet pussy. Fingering your clit, teasing before I sink it into your tight wet hole.
You feel divine, smooth, soaking, hot. I start to play, withdrawing completely before sliding back in and penetrating your lips again and again. I tell you to touch yourself and delight in feeling the tips of your fingers as you scrabble for your swollen clit.
Only one decision to make. Where shall I cum?
Is this happening right now? Oh my God, I'm trying to wrap my head around this.
You have no idea how turned on I am. When you pulled me up close to you and looked into my eyes, I just wanted to melt.
I love how you take control of me, telling me what to do, positioning me where you want me to be.
My heart ached when you clamped me to the floor. You make me feel like no one else has ever before.
I can feel your hard, wet cock, deep in my pussy, filling up every inch of me and more, until I hurt. Your strong hands are all over me. My fingers are petting my clit, up and down, circling, reaching my hand back to your cock and stealing our juices, then returning to my clit for my own pleasure. Your right hand is resting on the small of my back, and your left holds on to my hip, letting you have total control.
You are the Lion...and I am your prey.
"Ohhhh....oh, God....please, take me....yesss.....Michael, help me.... please...I can't....I can't take it...."
As much as I want you to cum inside me right now....I want to kiss you, your face, lips, I'm so hungry for your sweet mouth.
"Please, kiss me," I beg. You unclamp me from the floor. Then, you take the end of the pristine white tablecloth, and yank it forcefully to the side, sending glasses, dishes, and silverware crashing to the floor. You scoop me up and lay me down gently, on the table, my ass just at the edge. Our lips find each other, and you ravish my mouth, probing your tongue in every crevice, biting my lips and cheeks. I keep shaking my head side to side, in agony, "please....fuck me...I want you to fuck me...so hard."
Your hard cock pierces me again, into my hot, wet pussy. You are such a skilled lover...wanting to give me so much pleasure. You aim your cock up with each thrust, hitting my g-spot, sending me into complete bliss. I can feel the orgasm coming on, in my pussy and my clit at the same time, getting closer......closer.........."Oh, just like that, yes,...don't stop....don't stop."
Our eyes are laser-locked together. I run my hands up and down your chest, then gently tug on the nipple clamps for your viewing pleasure. I love watching you, while you are almost ready to cum, your skin flushed and hot, sweat beads running down your temples, knowing you are about to explode. "My pussy," I cry. "Please, cum in my pussy."
Looking deep into your eyes I explode inside you. The anticipation has been so great I find I cannot stop myself continually thrusting into you as I fill you, gushing hard.
My thrusts are rough causing cum to spill out coating your lips.
If feels like hours have passed. Then eventually I'm spent.
Taking my time I withdraw, slowly, still hard, and rub your clit with the tip of my sticky cock. Your tight hole is dripping hot, fresh cum.
As you rise it runs down your thighs, leaving sticky trails down your stockings.
Bend over and suck me clean. I say. ~~
I knew our story was almost at an end, and was silently wondering if that meant our correspondence was too. We were emailing almost every day, sometimes ten times a day. He worked for a law firm and I asked him what his job entailed. "The usual, meetings, writing proposals, seducing secretaries," he mused. "I bet you do. I would love to be a fly on the wall and watch you work."
"I don't think I would get any work done, if you were there. That might be a good idea for our next story, though." he said. I was so excited and relieved to hear that. "We are going to write more?" I asked happily. "Of course, this is just an amuse bouche to whet your appetite." Sometimes he would write in French, which would just send me right over the edge.
~~ I do as you say, bending over and sucking off your hot cum. It tastes sweet, with a tang. I lick your cock and balls clean, while you run your fingers through my hair.
Standing up, I draw close to you, not wanting this moment to end. I finally pull away and clean myself up, pull on my clothes, what's left of them. My blouse is literally torn apart. You get dressed, and then being the perfect gentleman, take your jacket and drape it around me.
You have given me so much pleasure, from both your corrections and rewards. I only hope I have done the same for you.
"Will we meet again?" I ask, searching your eyes for the answer.
As I walk you out of the restaurant and hail a cab, I leave your eyes searching for an answer as I close the door and the taxi departs.
THE END ~~
We finished our story in a few weeks. In between writing, he started to give me tasks to complete. Pictures of me in certain outfits, one being in nothing but my husband's dress shirt, open in the front, thigh high stockings with heels. He was pleased. "You look sensational. I knew that look would suit you. Now every time he wears it, I want you to remember what you did for me in it."
The tasks were sometimes overwhelming as he wanted it done before the end of the day, but he always seemed to know how far to push me. The relationship had such a smooth flow to it that I never felt truly uncomfortable. If there was something I couldn't do, or had to change slightly, he was understanding. But he was always the one in control. He never let me lose sight of that.
We started the next story. He called it, "Employment." I was feeling more and more at ease.
It's a shame, really, that I never saw what was coming to me. In a few days, I would be completely blindsided. What I was doing was risky, and I would have to accept whatever consequences lie ahead.
But, the gut wrenching sense of betrayal?
Nothing could have prepared me for that.
To be continued...
I extend my tongue and press it to your clit, teasing you, tasting you. I slip the clamp off and suck your clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue, nibbling gently with my teeth. You remain silent, just, but your breathing becomes heavier as the feeling surges through your body.
With one hand I slip two fingers into your dripping wet pussy and start to massage your g spot with my fingertips.
With the other I reach round and start to twist that smooth butt plug in your ass.
You taste sensational, sweet with an edge. I could eat you for hours, drink in the tastes and the smells. I glance up at you quickly, look deep into your eyes and say: "I give you permission to enjoy this in any way you want. Make as much noise as you like. You've earnt it."
Hearing you say that sends chills through me, as I have been waiting so long to fully let go and show you how much pleasure you are giving me. I immediately cry out, lustily, not caring who hears me. I then start to purr, as you are devouring my pussy, unable to control myself. I can see this excites you, watching me writhe with delight.
I start to tug at the nipple clamps, watching you the entire time, catching your glance. My head arches back against the brick, feeling the intense pleasure. Knowing I have permission to enjoy this in any way that I want, I wrap my hands around your head, running my fingers through your thick, wavy hair.
I stay there, enjoying my reward, wishing you would pull me down and finally take what is yours.
When you see that I am on the verge of exploding from orgasm, you stop. You stand, and pull me up close to you. I feel so weak and helpless in your arms. You kiss me, with hot sensual lips, all over my face, careful to not kiss me on the lips, knowing if you do, we won't make it into the restaurant. You put my skirt on and straighten my blouse over the nipple clamps. I'm shaking, and can barely walk. You smooth my hair, and wrap your arm around me.
We walk in the front door to the restaurant.
We enter. The interior is dimly lit, white leather seats, white table cloths, bright silver cutlery, and sparkling glasses.
You stand out beautifully in black satin and the shiny black leather of your boots. I want you, but I restrain myself.
The Maître d' smiles as he sees you, scanning your body, his eyes alight on the nipple clamps and chain pressing through your tight blouse. You see him harden through his tight trousers.
I ask for a table in the private dining room upstairs. We follow him up some stairs to the room.
I follow you and reach up your skirt and dip my fingers in your pussy. The Maître d' glances back and sees me touching you.
Inside the room is a table for two set in a warm white room. One wall is glass and faces out onto the street. It's late and quiet but people are passing by. They can clearly see everything in the room.
The Maître d' shows you to your seat and brings a menu.
I'm sat across from you. I order a bottle of champagne to start and it arrives in a tall, slender ice bucket.
"What will you order?" I ask. ~~
We chatted on cam when we could, which was rare. He was expecting me one day, and I could only log on for a few minutes, just to tell him I had to go. My husband was pulling in the driveway, and was paying close attention to me, as my computer use was through the roof. "Risk it, stay on with me." He was always pushing that envelope. "Are you wet?" he asked. "I'm always wet when I am talking to you," I confessed.
"Fuck him, then," he countered. My eyes blazed with fire. He was so confident, never getting jealous of my marriage, but pushing me towards my husband at times.
He sent me an email later. "If you are enjoying this as much as I am, it's no wonder your husband is watching your every move. I can't stop thinking about you."
~~ Our eyes are affixed on each other. I sit there, just staring at you, captivated by your dreamy looks, thinking how favored I am to be sitting here with you. I'm famished, all of the foreplay has taken almost every drop of energy from me. Knowing what's in store for me later, I look at the menu.
Considering you are such a gentleman and will order for me, I ask you if we can start with the Insalata di Rucola Selvatica con Parmigiano e Balsamico Invecchiato.
You start to open the champagne, effortlessly popping the cork out of the bottle, and pour it into our glasses. I take a few sips and feel the bubbles going right to my head."May I pleasure you while you decide what to order?" I ask. You slide down a little in your seat, giving me permission.
I take the shiny black boot off my right leg and put my delicate foot on your left calf, gently caressing you, under the silky material of your trousers. My foot slowly moves up the inside of your thigh, and gently massages your aching balls. It then lifts and is directly on top of your cock, not making contact yet. Gently, I lower it onto you, stroking you sensually, feeling your cock jerk, with satisfaction. This only makes me want to climb under the table, and finish you. I wait for your cue.
I grab your teasing foot roughly under the table, running the nail of my thumb up the sole, pressing deep through your thin silk stockings.
I see the yearning in your eyes and decide you need another reward. Your choice of food is a good one and while forward, I like your daring foot play.
I tell you to put your boot back on and unzip myself, springing out.
"We can have the Rocket salad, but not to start." I say.
"Here's your first course. Now get on your knees and eat it, while I consider the menu."
"Use the champagne bottle on yourself."
"With pleasure," I reply.
I slowly slide myself under the tablecloth and crawl over to you on all fours. The feast set before me, I can feel the sharp ping of my salivary glands, as if I were biting into a lemon, causing my mouth to water. I first nuzzle your thighs with my lips, gently sucking, and nibbling on you.
I carefully inch my face closer to your delicious cock, and inhale deeply, slowly letting my hot breath cover your balls. I lick and bathe them with my tongue, take you all in, and gently pull away, tugging on you. My tongue leisurely works its way up the shaft of your fat cock, coating you with my wet. I steel my tongue and greedily penetrate your passageway. I look up at you, and the desire runs down my inner thighs.
I take the champagne bottle, and seeing there is a little bit left inside, let it trickle out all over your cock.
This is going to be sooo good, I'm thinking inside, unaware I said it aloud.
I put the head of your cock in my mouth, gently circling it with my tongue. You reward me with some nourishment, which I lap up and swallow, tasting your sweet seed. Taking you all in, I milk you for more, which you generously supply. As I am going up and down on you, my hand gently caresses your balls at the same time. I feel your hard cock pulse, as the rhythm continues, slowly as first, then building up, until you are almost ready to explode.
The Maître d' waltzes in with our salads, at first perplexed by my empty seat, until he spies my black shiny boots peeking out from under the tablecloth. Poor bastard. I could care less that he's there, my entire focus is on you.
I then take the champagne bottle and position it in between my legs, so that the spout is resting below my pussyhole. As I continue to devour you, I gyrate over the tip of the bottle, teasing myself with the head of the cold, glass cock. I don't let it fully penetrate me, as I make myself wait for the prize.
Your hands and fingers are massaging my head and hair, pulling me in closer. What a catch-22. I want so badly for you to cum in my mouth, but my pussy is aching with desire, wishing that you will come down on top of me, and end this misery. I stop for a moment, and look into your eyes.
I pull you up and out from underneath the table, noting the desire in your eyes. You stand in front of me quivering, not knowing what's going to happen, beautiful.
I tear open your blouse popping buttons off, revealing your hot swollen, tightly clamped nipples, chained together. Using the clit clamp on its chain I force you to bend over, attaching it to the base of the table meaning you can't straighten up. running my hands all over you, sometimes touching skin, sometimes caressing you through the ruined blouse I work my way down to your skirt, unfasten it and let it slip to the floor, revealing the harness, suspender belt and tops of your stockings.
I unbuckle the harness and slowly work the plug out. Before you close up I slip my tongue in, tasting you, rimming you.
Then, my cock still wet from your mouth I stand up and place the tip on your wet pussy. Fingering your clit, teasing before I sink it into your tight wet hole.
You feel divine, smooth, soaking, hot. I start to play, withdrawing completely before sliding back in and penetrating your lips again and again. I tell you to touch yourself and delight in feeling the tips of your fingers as you scrabble for your swollen clit.
Only one decision to make. Where shall I cum?
Is this happening right now? Oh my God, I'm trying to wrap my head around this.
You have no idea how turned on I am. When you pulled me up close to you and looked into my eyes, I just wanted to melt.
I love how you take control of me, telling me what to do, positioning me where you want me to be.
My heart ached when you clamped me to the floor. You make me feel like no one else has ever before.
I can feel your hard, wet cock, deep in my pussy, filling up every inch of me and more, until I hurt. Your strong hands are all over me. My fingers are petting my clit, up and down, circling, reaching my hand back to your cock and stealing our juices, then returning to my clit for my own pleasure. Your right hand is resting on the small of my back, and your left holds on to my hip, letting you have total control.
You are the Lion...and I am your prey.
"Ohhhh....oh, God....please, take me....yesss.....Michael, help me.... please...I can't....I can't take it...."
As much as I want you to cum inside me right now....I want to kiss you, your face, lips, I'm so hungry for your sweet mouth.
"Please, kiss me," I beg. You unclamp me from the floor. Then, you take the end of the pristine white tablecloth, and yank it forcefully to the side, sending glasses, dishes, and silverware crashing to the floor. You scoop me up and lay me down gently, on the table, my ass just at the edge. Our lips find each other, and you ravish my mouth, probing your tongue in every crevice, biting my lips and cheeks. I keep shaking my head side to side, in agony, "please....fuck me...I want you to fuck me...so hard."
Your hard cock pierces me again, into my hot, wet pussy. You are such a skilled lover...wanting to give me so much pleasure. You aim your cock up with each thrust, hitting my g-spot, sending me into complete bliss. I can feel the orgasm coming on, in my pussy and my clit at the same time, getting closer......closer.........."Oh, just like that, yes,...don't stop....don't stop."
Our eyes are laser-locked together. I run my hands up and down your chest, then gently tug on the nipple clamps for your viewing pleasure. I love watching you, while you are almost ready to cum, your skin flushed and hot, sweat beads running down your temples, knowing you are about to explode. "My pussy," I cry. "Please, cum in my pussy."
Looking deep into your eyes I explode inside you. The anticipation has been so great I find I cannot stop myself continually thrusting into you as I fill you, gushing hard.
My thrusts are rough causing cum to spill out coating your lips.
If feels like hours have passed. Then eventually I'm spent.
Taking my time I withdraw, slowly, still hard, and rub your clit with the tip of my sticky cock. Your tight hole is dripping hot, fresh cum.
As you rise it runs down your thighs, leaving sticky trails down your stockings.
Bend over and suck me clean. I say. ~~
I knew our story was almost at an end, and was silently wondering if that meant our correspondence was too. We were emailing almost every day, sometimes ten times a day. He worked for a law firm and I asked him what his job entailed. "The usual, meetings, writing proposals, seducing secretaries," he mused. "I bet you do. I would love to be a fly on the wall and watch you work."
"I don't think I would get any work done, if you were there. That might be a good idea for our next story, though." he said. I was so excited and relieved to hear that. "We are going to write more?" I asked happily. "Of course, this is just an amuse bouche to whet your appetite." Sometimes he would write in French, which would just send me right over the edge.
~~ I do as you say, bending over and sucking off your hot cum. It tastes sweet, with a tang. I lick your cock and balls clean, while you run your fingers through my hair.
Standing up, I draw close to you, not wanting this moment to end. I finally pull away and clean myself up, pull on my clothes, what's left of them. My blouse is literally torn apart. You get dressed, and then being the perfect gentleman, take your jacket and drape it around me.
You have given me so much pleasure, from both your corrections and rewards. I only hope I have done the same for you.
"Will we meet again?" I ask, searching your eyes for the answer.
As I walk you out of the restaurant and hail a cab, I leave your eyes searching for an answer as I close the door and the taxi departs.
THE END ~~
We finished our story in a few weeks. In between writing, he started to give me tasks to complete. Pictures of me in certain outfits, one being in nothing but my husband's dress shirt, open in the front, thigh high stockings with heels. He was pleased. "You look sensational. I knew that look would suit you. Now every time he wears it, I want you to remember what you did for me in it."
The tasks were sometimes overwhelming as he wanted it done before the end of the day, but he always seemed to know how far to push me. The relationship had such a smooth flow to it that I never felt truly uncomfortable. If there was something I couldn't do, or had to change slightly, he was understanding. But he was always the one in control. He never let me lose sight of that.
We started the next story. He called it, "Employment." I was feeling more and more at ease.
It's a shame, really, that I never saw what was coming to me. In a few days, I would be completely blindsided. What I was doing was risky, and I would have to accept whatever consequences lie ahead.
But, the gut wrenching sense of betrayal?
Nothing could have prepared me for that.
To be continued...
