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She sat at her desk, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything going on and wishing the clock would say 5:00 PM so she could go home. She had been teasing herself all day by reading tidbits of erotic BDSM stories and was now so wet between her thighs that all she could think of was release. Perhaps she should go into the bathroom and finger her swollen clit? Lick the tips of her fingers making them nice and wet. Putting one on the little pink nub and slowly rubbing while the other dripping finger probed her pussy. But that wasn't good enough. She thought of her Master and his cock and THAT made her ache even more.
Just then, the IM window popped up, "What are you doing, little girl?" She paused wondering if she should really tell him what she was thinking. "Getting ready to leave," she decided not to tell him and to tell him later on. "Good," he said, "On your way home, I'd like you to finger yourself. Make yourself good and wet for me, but don't cum. When you get home, put on your black dress, thigh highs with garter, NO panties, and your high heels. I'll be there to pick you up at 7:30. We're going to dinner." She was a little disappointed. She had wanted to surprise him by meeting up at his house wearing only a trench coat, heels, her collar and a smile. However, she loved this attention and was happy to obey.
By the time she got home, she was drenched between her legs. The sticky, sweet pussy juices had run down her thighs and gotten on the seat of her car - a happy little reminder for days to come. It was 7:00 PM, so she hurried into the house. She didn't want to disappoint her Master by not being ready on time. She slipped the garter and stockings on, smoothing them over her legs. Then the heels, buckling the sexy little strap at the ankle. Then the dress slid over her head and she also smoothed that down her body, pausing at her breasts to cup them and pinch her nipples beneath the material. She fixed her hair and touched up her make-up - she was ready.
7:30 PM sharp and the doorbell rang. She answered and there was one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen. Tall, dark and handsome with those beautiful piercing eyes that glowed when he smiled. She had been with him for a while, but it seemed every time she saw him, she marveled at how attractive, no, beautiful, he was. She felt herself throb and become even more wet between her legs as he grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her close for one of his legendary kisses. That kiss that makes you weak in the knees and awakens the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. "Let's go," he said and brought her a bit out of the dream state that always seems to accompany those kisses. As they walked to the car, he put one if his hands on her rounded ass and caressed it gently. She knew he was checking to make sure she had no panties on. When he was satisfied, he chuckled a bit and she smiled at him. She always wanted to please him.
In the car on the way to dinner, they talked about the events of the day. At one point he put his hand under her dress and slowly moved it up her thigh. This always made her gasp a bit and this time was no exception. He asked her a question while he began to massage her clit. She couldn't answer, she had been wanting to feel his touch all day long. He grabbed a hold of the delicate little nub and pinched. This got her attention and she jumped a bit. "Ouch!" she said. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer. We are going to continue our conversation while I play with you and you will not lose your concentration. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," She said obediently. He went back to rubbing and she tried with every muscle in her body to concentrate. He was soaking her with her juices. Periodically he'd stop and have her lick his fingers, tasting herself and cleaning him off. Then he'd start again. She was so ready to cum by the time they got to the restaurant that she let out a cry of despair when he pulled up to the valet and removed his fingers from her pussy. He just laughed.
Inside, they got a quiet booth and sat very close to each other. The conversation flowed smoothly as it always did. They ordered a bottle of wine, and lots of food. He told her to put her hand in his lap and rub his cock. God how she ached for it right now. He was already a little hard, and she could feel him growing under her touch. She loved being able to bring him to rock hard stiffness quickly and moved her slender fingers up and down. They teased each other. He would occasionally slip his hand under her dress and play with her, while she felt him as well. At one point he told her to unzip his pants and kiss him. She loved the feel of his cock on her lips and was only too happy to do as he asked. While she was down there, she also gave him a couple of quick licks. He chuckled and brought her back up to his lips. He kissed her (that yummy kiss) and told her to be patient.
After dinner, they walked out to the valet. He pulled the valet aside and said something to him she could not hear. The valet gave him the keys and he motioned for her to follow him with a nod of his head. The walk to the car was dark and the parking lot was huge. There were trees and bushes all along one side. That was where they walked. About halfway down, he pushed her behind the trees and up against the wall. She was facing the wall and could feel his hands begin to explore her body. With one hand, he grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her head back and kissed her. With the other one, he felt for her nipple, took it in between his fingers and twisted it. She moaned and could feel herself get hot and throb between her legs. He moved his hand from her breast down her body and raised her dress above her hips. He whispered, "Whose pussy is this?" "It's yours, Master." "That's right," he growled. She could hear him undo his pants and then felt his hard, massive cock against her smooth bare skin. He pulled her a little away from the wall, "Arch your back for Daddy," he commanded. She did this instantly and her pussy was exposed for him. She felt the tip of his beautiful cock begin to probe her. Then he slowly pushed inside her. A little at first. She was so ready and so incredibly wet, she thought she'd cum the minute he was in her. As he began to bury himself deeper inside her, she let out a little cry and immediately began to ask to cum. "Please, Master, please may I cum." "Cum for me slave." She gushed and bucked wildly against him, wanting him deeper inside her. He pushed deeper and fucked her hard. His cock was slamming in and out of her so fast, she was ready to cum again. "Master, please, please..." was all she could muster. "Yes, baby. Cum for me," he whispered. She exploded inside and her pussy went wild. She squeezed his cock as she had the pleasure of another incredible orgasm. When she was finished, he told her to kneel and suck him. She eagerly took his incredibly rock hard cock in her mouth. She expertly licked and sucked, wanting to taste him, every inch of him. Her tongue flicked the underside of the tip while one hand worked up and down on the shaft. He was wet with her saliva and she massaged him while working his cock. She wanted to taste him. To ride all the way home with that sweet/salty taste of his cum in her mouth. He stiffened and grabbed the back of her head. He shot his cum down her throat. Wave after wave of it she drank gratefully. When he was finished, she cleaned him off and licked the last drop. He pulled her to her feet, kissed her, smiled at her and said, "We're not done yet. We've got a long drive home..."
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