Page 7 of Date with A D*ck

“I intend to. Put your hands behind my head, lace your fingers together and leave them there.” He kicks my feet wider giving him more room to slide his finger between my slippery folds. “Hmm, warm and wet, just like I like it. Is she tight? Will she strangle me when I am on the inside of you, fucking you? Reaching depths you’ve only ever read about? Or will she be roomy letting me in, giving me enough space to fit every inch? Personally, I like it roomy. I like being able to stuff every inch inside without worrying that I am hurting someone. To know that the pussy I’m in is made for fucking, for taking every drop and enjoying it. I mean you can get to the same destination in a coupe or a full-size SUV but the SUV is so much more of acomfortable ride, don’t you agree?” I have no idea what he is talking about. As soon as his finger began rubbing my clit, I’ve been busy chasing my orgasm. But he’s good, he keeps changing the pressure or the rhythm allowing me to have pleasure but not release.Bastard.

“You will cum when I permit it and not a moment before,” he nips my ear. I almost cry when he moves his hand from my pussy. “Please no!” I cry out.

“I am still here kitten, I will take care of you but I too must wash,” I glance at the outstretched hands with another cloth and his body wash and snatch it out of his hands. For a brief second I debate on walking out of the shower and driving back home when he laughs at me. How cruel, he knows I am holding on by a thread and he is playing with me. What starts off as a quick wash turns into an exploration. There are myriads of scars on his hands and forearms and I want to ask what happened but I refrain.

“Oww!” the startled cry bounces around the stall when I squat down to wash his lower legs and feet but take a bite out of his ass since it’s eye level. “You’re a she-devil,” he tells me and I laugh, feeling good that I took him by surprise. “Enough of that, stand up and wash my dick.” Well damn, my pussy clenches in response to his forceful words. Walking up behind him I prepare to wash him when his words stop me. “Stand in front of me so I can see you when you touch my dick. I want to see your reaction, watch your eyes darken and your mouth water in desire to suck it, to make love to it with your throat.”

Holy fuck.The wetness between my legs has nothing to do with the steady stream of water. I stand in front of him reaching for his dick, “keep your eyes on me, kitten.” My fingers wrap around his length, and I bite my lip as his hooded eyes darken. “Base to tip Kitten, get to know him ’cause he will be in every available opening you have, every chance he can get.”

“Now?” I ask ready to feel him inside of me.

“Greedy. I want you to remember that when you’re running from me, and pleading with me to stop, remember that you begged for this. Stroke me.” Moving my hand from base to tip like I was instructed, I begin to masturbate him. It’s just a hand job right, it isn’t something I would think to do. It’s something I did when I was younger, when I wasn’t fucking but this feels more intimate than sex. His eyes never leave mine.

“Harder,” he demands, his hand cupping the back of my head forcing me to maintain eye contact. “Faster, I want you to make me cum with your hand.” He covers my hand with his free hand and begins fucking my fist. “Can you feel him slipping in and out of your fist? When I am long stroking your pussy, I want you to remember that he curves to the left, when you squirt all over me and drip from my balls, I want you to know it’s because the fat mushroom head that you keep squeezing is rubbing across your g-spot. And when your eyes are watering from how deep in your throat I am, I want you to remember how it’s sitting on your forearm while you grip the base. Open your fucking eyes, Kitten.”

My eyelids spring open. I am not sure when I closed them but the double stimulation of his dick in my hands and words in my head while he watches me has me folding like a lawn chair.

“Use both hands, I’m close.”

I wrap both hands around him, the water and soap making the slide smooth. “What will you do when I cum? Will you let it spill to the floor? Let it coat your hand? Will you drop to your knees and swallow or let the cum cover your face? Personally, I am torn between watching you drink my cum, seeing it all over that pretty face or letting me cum all over these tits: I wanna see my cum drip from your nipples.” I know he didn’t cum yet, but I sure as hell did. I practically bite through my lip when the orgasm rolls through me.

“You are sexy as fuck when you cum. I can’t wait to see how you look when you're having a real orgasm. Let me get this first nut out of the way so I can fuck you like you obviously need to be fucked.”

Our eyes lock, and I know he is ready, “Decisions, decisions,” he says and I drop to my knees as I continue to stroke him.

“Why choose,” I say looking up at him. The first rope hits my forearm, I aim the head higher causing the second rope to hit my chin, before swallowing the head and the next spurt coats my tongue and finally the last few spurts lands on my tits, specifically my nipple. I never once take my eyes from him.

The side of his mouth hitches up in a smirk, “Hmm, just like I thought… greedy.” Helping me to my feet we rinse off, turn off the shower, wrap ourselves in towels and step out of the shower. “Ready for the entree?”

“The entree? What was that then?”

“An appetizer.”

THE ENTREE

Tomás

This is easily the most unprofessional thing I have ever done! Fucking a customer on opening night in my restaurant? Yeah easily, but I was drawn to her the moment she was shown to her table. She looked like a desert flower, beautiful, delicate and deadly all wrapped up in an incredibly sexy package. However, I would have never acted on it but it seems as though fate had her own plans. I will have to talk to the staff about checking everything at night before we close. Had any of them checked the bathrooms like they were supposed to she wouldn’t have gotten locked in here and I wouldn’t be about to bend her over this desk.

Her breath comes out in pants against my neck as I carry her into the office. Her hand job was spectacular, such a simple thing done to perfection and she takes instructions like she was made for it. I set her on the desk and stand between her legs, my hand cradles the curve of her jaw, my thumb brushing gently against her skin as I lean in. There’s a moment of quiet, the air between us charged and humming with anticipation. My lips find hers softly at first, testing, as if memorizing the shape of her mouth.

The kiss deepens, slow and unhurried, each movement deliberate yet tender. My fingers slide to the back of her neck, drawing her closer as if the space between us feels too wide. Her hands rest lightly on my chest, feeling the steady rhythm of my heart beneath her fingertips.

It’s not just the kiss—it’s the way our breaths mingle, the way she melts into me, and the way I can’t seem to pull away. Even when I do, my forehead lingers near hers, and when our eyes meet, there’s something in her gaze that makes me sure I won’t forget this. Not now. Not ever.

“Now’s your chance, you can walk away now, or better yet I can return the favor and make you cum without fucking you and you can go home. But if you stay on this desk in this office, I am going to fuck you, more than once, in every available opening, multiple times. The choice is yours,” I offer, wanting to give her an out just in case she is not sure or changed her mind.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, her chin jutting out defiantly.

“What’s your name Kitten?” I ask, realizing we never gave each other our names.

“Call me KeKe.”

“I’m Tomas,” I tell her as I pull open the drawer to my desk and pull out the new box of condoms, but she snatches the box out of my hand, ripping it open, taking a condom out of the package. She slides it down my length with practiced precision sheathing me in seconds. I slap her hands out of the way, I take the head and began rubbing her clit, a moan immediately slipping from her lips. I swipe the desk clear, “you’re not wet enough, lay back,” I tell her, guiding her so she lies on the desk with her legs hanging off. Taking a seat in my chair I pull up and grab her legs placing her foot on either arm rest. “Open,” I say, slapping her inner thighs before pushing them apart. “Get that ass to the edge Kitten. I was so busy making sure everyone elseate tonight that I missed eating anything, but I plan to change that now,” I tell her seconds before leaning down, dragging my tongue from her ass to her clit. Her back arches off the desk as my tongue roots around her pussy, tasting, exploring and giving her pleasure. “I could eat you all day. Hold her open for me,” I tell her, my face wet with her cream. As soon as her hands pulls her lips open, I’m back to sucking her pussy. I took my time licking her everywhere—no place was forbidden for my tongue and mouth to explore. She was fucking delicious, and I enjoyed and savored every tasty drop that I could get my mouth on. Even sucking her cum off of her fingers, hoarding all of her goodness for myself, unwilling to share or let any go to waste on her fingers.

The tremors started softly, faintly and I knew her orgasm was getting ready to make its entrance. I rub my fingers in the wetness that is everywhere to help slip my fingers inside her pussy and asshole as my mouth latches onto her clit. Her ass is jumping all over the top of the desk and her head thrashes from side to side as the pleasure steadily builds inside of her. The room is full of sounds, her moans, my groans and the sloshing sound my fingers are making fucking her. Her hands are slapping at the desk: she long ago gave up holding herself open for me. Slipping another finger inside of her pussy, causes her orgasm to slam into her unexpectedly. My ears are damn near ringing from her slamming her legs closed on my head.

I pry her legs open, reluctantly pulling away from my new favorite treat. “I could eat you all day, but I got other plans.” I pull her off the desk, to stand on unsteady legs, spin her around and push her face down on the desk. I pull one of her legs up on the desk, line my dick up and slide inside of her, stuffing her with every single inch of me.

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