"Babe the reservation is for 7pm, hurry up and get ready" she snapped. I had been working a lot lately, so much so that I always seemed tired and rarely payed enough attention to her. We had only been dating a handful of months. One day while working out I had spotted her on the tread mill. With every step her body seemed to move and shake in the most perfect ways. Full breasts, and nipples that pressed tightly against her sports bra. My eyes traced down her body to her lower back, they settled on a tattoo she had. I squeezed my eyes to make out the design, it was that of a devil and a fairy intertwined. A good girl with a bad side I thought to myself as my eyes continued down her body. They quickly stopped at her ass, firm, and I could just make out the traces of a thong under her spandex. I knew I had to speak to her, or at least attempt it. I went to the other side of the floor and grabbed a bottle of water. She must weigh 110lbs, I'm over 200lbs or muscle. I laid back on the bench press and looked up to see her standing over me. "Want a spot" she asked with a smile.
From that day on we spent very few days apart. The sex was good, but not amazing. I had been scared to show her my mildly dominant side. We had not really had the "sex talk". You know that conversation where you find out how kinky your lover really is. Where you find out how far you can push your partners body. "Seriously LET'S GO!" She was getting on my last nerve.
"Catherine give me two minutes, go sit on the couch and shut the fuck up or you'll eat alone." I didn't mean to be so harsh. It was the stress of work. Dammit. I walked past her and into my room silently. "Come here for a minute," I said in a mild tone.
"Its OK, I know work has been getting to you. I think what you need is a nice, long, wet blow job to cheer you up." She was dressed in a red dress. The skirt was short, she had black high heels on, the kind with that strap that twists around the ankle. The front of the dress was open exposing the inside of her breasts. She stood up and for the first time that night I looked at her. I wanted to be with her, but she had to learn what I really liked.
"Come sit down for a minute." She looked up at me as I continued, "When we have sex it's great, but I want to be with you, and if you don't know some things or act some ways." I stopped and tried to find the right words because clearly what I was saying was not coming out right. "Listen, I'm more dominant than I've been with you. I like my sex, well on the kinkier side. If I'm going to be with you, I don't want to just know your pussy is mine, I want you to prove it to me." I raised my eyes up expecting to see shock. She was smiling.
"Well come take me the way you want me." From this moment on things would get a lot more interesting.
"Lay across my lap." She fixed her skirt and laid down across my lap as I hung off the edge of the bed. I pulled up her skirt exposing her tight bare ass. Her thong was tracing her pussy lips and a thin material covered her asshole. "When we are going out you are not to wear these any longer." She nodded her head as I ripped them off. I began to spank her. She moaned lightly with each slap. I could see her ass glowing slightly red with each new spanking I gave her. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up. I pulled her mouth into mine and tasted her tongue. She let out a sigh as I wiggled back onto the bed and forced her mouth onto my cock. There was nothing slow in her motion, no circling the head of my cock with her tongue, no gentle ball licking. She wrapped her lips around and took all of me into her mouth. My head snapped back as I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. Her mouth was soaked, it only took a moment for my cock to be covered in her spit. The harder she sucked, the more noise this great wet blow job was making.
