The Summit Club here in Tulsa, OK, is located on the very top of the Bank of America building...on the 32nd floor...one of the taller buildings on the Tulsa skyline.
The Summit Club is an upscale restaurant/bar/club...Happy Hour being from 5:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m. Every now and then I am invited up there to join a friend for a hors d'oeuvres, drinks, interesting talk...
I had the pleasure of joining one of my married guys the other evening, he wanted me to meet him right after work...meet him in the parking garage and we would get caught up on what's been going on in each other's lives...i.e. mostly my naughty, nasty adventures...enjoy a few drinks and then go our separate ways...
I met him promptly at 5:30 p.m. in the parking garage...I had parked on Level 3, he had parked on Level 2...up, up, up to the Summit Club we went...the view from up there is just amazing...you can see forever all around Tulsa up there...thus the name "Summit!" My friend ordered a Cosmopolitan for me, we both got a small plate of hors d'oeuvres and found a comfortable table off a ways from the other folks...
I asked about how his job was going...how many times a day he was masturbating...how was the wife? Was she still seeing her cop, boyfriend? Was he being the good little cuckold hubby that he could be? I then began my questioning of why he felt the need to be such a wussy...he LOVES it when I start belittling him, telling him what a weak man he is and how he needs to be sexually dominated all of the time...that his slut wife deserves a better husband, one that can not only provide for her financially but provide her with the sexual attention and energy she deserves...
He was rock hard, his cock straining in his suit trousers...he could hardly eat his little hors d'oeuvres...I sipped on my drink and watched as he shared with me the answers to my questions. He ordered another round, trying to hide his obvious excitement...
"I will have one more drink and then I'm outta here," I told him. "I don't have time to be sitting around talking to a pathetic little limp dick like yourself."
"Yes, Mistress, I know...I want to please you...I want to please you like I can't please my slut at home," he whispered back.
"YOU want to please ME? Oh, that's a good one!! What makes you think I want to indulge in anything sexual with a cuckold like yourself? Why would I waste the time?" I hissed back at him. I thought he was going to cum right there...his breathing quickened, he was licking his lips frantically trying to conceal his growing ecstasy.
We had our second drinks...finished our hor d'oeuvres...it was time to leave. I had promised him an hour of my time and it was now up. I excused myself to go to the restroom. I emerged to find my worthless piece of man-meat standing there waiting obediently. We headed towards the bank of elevators...on the way an idea struck me...I stepped through one of the dining room doors and plucked a wine glass off of the closest table...my friend looked at me.
"Mistress, why did you take the glass?" he asked.
"You'll see my worthless little man," I told him. An elevator arrived and we began our journey down to the parking garage...