"Get dressed," I told emmy. "You have pleased Me, so I have decided to take you to dinner."
"Oh thank You, Master!" she beamed. I smiled as she scampered away to her private closet to put some clothes on. My girl, whom I called emmy, short for emerald, had been My slave for several years. We had started as an online couple, then moved in together. It was our second year as a couple, and life was great.
emmy returned, and My jaw dropped. She had chosen to wear a blouse cut low in the front, exposing most of her ample breasts under a push-up bra. The skirt she wore was very thin, falling mid-calf, and when she lifted it, she was wearing no panties underneath. Her feet were encased in slip-on shoes.
"I approve," I said.
Then she took My hand and led Me to the bedroom. With practiced ease, she stripped Me of My jeans and T-shirt, then skimmed My shorts down My legs. As taught, she immediately took My cock into her mouth and started sucking on it. Whenever she takes My shorts off, this is what I have told her to do, until I stop her.
This time, I let her take her pleasure from My cock. Her mouth moved back and forth over My member, making it hard as she used her practiced tongue on My underside. A soft moan escaped My lips as she worked harder and harder to please Me. Her fingernails raked My balls, giving Me added pleasure. I love her mouth on My cock, and this blowjob was as good as any of the many she had given Me.
Her teeth started gently scraping My cock skin, driving Me closer to release. I moaned louder, and placed My hands in her hair. She responded by increasing her sucking and added an in-and-out motion with her mouth,letting Me fuck her mouth as she sucked Me off. I drove My cock as deep as I could down her throat, and she moaned in matching tone to My own moans. We worked together, getting Me closer and closer.
Swallowing hard, I whispered "Stop!"
emmy immediately released My cock from her mouth, and with a soft kiss on My cock slit, sat back and looked at Me, awaiting orders.
"Bend over!" I grunted.
emmy bent over, pulling her dress up. I drove My cock into her wet pussy, filling her deeply. she sucked in her breath, then squeezed Me internally as I started fucking her. Stroke after stroke went into her, My balls slapping her pussy and my hand reaching down to caress her clit.
she squealed in joy as her pussy got filled over and over.
"Please, Master, let me cum," she moaned too soon.
"you may," I replied, giving her what she needed. With a loud groan of joy, emmy came, her pussy flooding My cock as her senses flooded her body. When emmy comes, she puts her mind, body and soul into it. The result gives her great satisfaction, and also leaves her weak as a kitten afterwards. This was one of her harder orgasms, and she collapsed on the floor as soon as she was done.
I fought a minute mentally, willing Myself not to cum, and won the battle.
When emmy returned to full senses, I said "Finish dressing Me, girl. No underwear for Me tonight."
emmy smiled at that thought, as it matched her own desires. she scurried off and came back with a dress shirt, tie and matching slacks, along with dark socks and dress shoes. she took care in placing each article of clothing on My body, kissing My bare skin before covering it again.
When I was dressed, we went out. I had chosen a nice Italian restaurant that some of My work colleagues had taken Me to recently. I chose this restaurant, not so much for the food, but for the ambiance. Low lighting and long tablecloths made for plenty of opportunity for extra-curricular activities.
We entered the restaurant, and the maitre' de's eyes popped out of his head. He looked emmy over three or four times, his eyes and mind plowing through her breasts, before finally tearing his gaze away and speaking to Me. I requested a table, not a booth, and he scurried off to get us one.
Several minutes later, we were seated. The table was near the back, and lit by a glowing candle on the table and a candle-lit chandelier above us. The maitre' de stayed overlong to make sure everything was all right, and I'm sure that emmy had given him something to take to bed with him, mentally at least.
The waitress arrived. She was young, maybe 20 or 21. Her name was Rita. She was short, like emmy, and had brown hair to her shoulders, also like emmy. The restaurant uniform was an off-the-shoulders blouse and a skirt that flared in layers around her slender legs. Her breasts were small, but pointed straight out, and her legs were lovely to look at, as was her smile. emmy and I both looked at her approvingly, unsure if she would be part of tonight's festivities or not. That would be up to My slave.
emmy and I have a very unique relationship. I can have all the women I want, but only if emmy approves of them. I have never cheated on her, and have shared many a woman with My slave. she, on the other hand, only has eyes for Me. she has never had another man in her life, and she has stated many times she wants only Me in her life.
We enjoyed dinner. I ordered lasagna, and she had fettuccini alfredo with chicken. The salad was fresh, the minestrone soup was hot, the main courses were delicious. We ate with the zeal of people having their last meals, and relished every bite. The talk centered around My work and her family, small talk that complimented the meal.
As emmy neared completion of her meal, I whispered "Service, now," to My loving slave. These words changed the evening completely. emmy slipped under the table, undid My slacks, and started sucking on My cock again. It quickly grew to its full size, as I was still horny from earlier.
"Breasts," I whispered. emmy quickly undid her blouse, and slid My cock between her breasts, letting Me titfuck her under the table. The feel of My cock sliding between her breasts is a wondrous feeling. Her saliva had watered My cock enough that it slipped easily up and down. her moans indicated that she was getting wet from My actions. Each time My cockhead emerged from between her breasts, emmy's tongue flicked at it, licking the head and getting it wetter for the next pass through the fleshy mounds.
As I exerted, Rita the waitress came by. She looked at Me, then at the empty seat opposite Me, and asked "Everything all right, sir?"