First Story! Excited for some feedback.
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The past week I have been teasing you, whispering dirty things into your ear, telling you that I have something planned for the weekend.
Whenever I get hard at all throughout the day, I make an effort to walk past you and press it into you, letting you feel how hard I am for you.
We have been having sex throughout the week but every time we do I stop just as you are about to cum from me licking your clit then push you back, and slapping you if you try to object. I then go crazy and fuck you so hard till my muscles give out, leaving you raw and wanting more on the bed.
By the time it has hit Saturday, it has been on your mind non-stop, your pussy aches and it is all you can think about. I tell you to put on your black lingerie set, with the garter and leggings and to wear that sexy red skirt of yours to suit the lingerie. You wear a white top with the skirt and once you have finished getting ready you look absolutely stunning.
So stunning that I cant help undoing me jeans and ordering you to give me head for a few minutes. I can feel how eager you are for tonight on how well you are going down on me, gagging and just being so slutty just for me.
I get dressed again and we walk to the station, I have dressed up really nicely and we look like such a hot and sexy couple. You have no idea where we are going in the city. As we reach the top of the street before the station, I pull you around and kiss you. I then slowly peel off your panties, despite your objection, and put them in my pocket. You look at me puzzled; I tell you that as long as I have your panties tonight, you must obey what I say to the T and nothing less.
We get off the train and walk across the river and towards the crown promenade, we are walking along, it is such a nice night and I start reminding you of how good the night was last time we came here.
We sit on a bench for a little bit, you are a tad delirious from all the teasing and your hands are shaking. I take the opportunity to rub your pussy and feel how wet you are. Your hips move forward to meet my hands eagerly, not concerned at all that we are in a public place. I pull my hand away and kiss you, and then I whisper in your ear that you are going to hate me in a second.
You realize that I have rubbed some of the orgasm balm onto your pussy and now your clit is tingling, aching even more for attention. What is worse, I have walked off, and am beckoning you over, as the waiter for the seafood restaurant wants to seat us.
You slowly hobble your way over and we sit down. You order a really nice wine and the same with my scotch. You order oysters for entrΓ©e and lobster for dinner, I pass on the oysters but get a really nice snapper from the bay. The oysters are really not helping your situation at all.
I pass you a little note that you have to start playing with yourself under the table until you are just about to cum. You start moaning very quietly, the look on your face is making me laugh as you are trying so hard not to cum. I bring the waiter over and you give me such a death stare.
You pop to the toilet to recollect yourself and I have a word with the bartender and get another drink for you. We finish off our meals with a sticky date pudding (yours) and a cheesecake (mine). We decide to have a shot of jaeger before we go; we leave and start walking towards flinders. All this walking in your skirt with no panties is rubbing and turning you on, knowing you are so bare under the skirt, also that if you bend over the wrong way, either someone could see or your skirt could pop open.
It is all so naughty and making you feel wanted, with so many eyes on you at all times. Especially mine, undressing you the whole night. We walk up to the Shebeen band room but as we do you just keep getting hornier and hornier. You cannot explain it; you think it was just the oysters.
I can see that you are having this debate with yourself so I clear it up and let you know that I slipped the remainder of the sex opium into your jaeger shot. The tingling and euphoric feeling is slowly taking you over. By the time we get to the band room I have to fight you to not fuck me here on the street.
You tell me off for doing it but you can't change it now, and you definitely aren't complaining with how good you feel right now. We get inside, and have a few drinks as the opening acts are playing. You feel how hard I am and are surprised. You turn around, giving me a questioning look.
I took the Viagra, and in response to that, you moan and grind back against me, feeling how hard I am pressing into you. We dance for a little bit till I whisper in your ear that I have to pop out of the band room for a couple minutes and to trust me.
I tell you to flirt round and have some fun. You are hesitant at first but eventually start talking to some guys, they are playing pickup lines, some cheesy, some witty, which you obviously see through, but it is nice to be showered in compliments and that exhilarating thrill of the chase.