Chapter 4: Sharing Nigella
The first three chapters of my adventures with Nigella Lawson were published earlier. In the first chapter I had some daydreams after I watched her on TV. In the second chapter I first met her. Thanks to some favorable circumstances I was able to check my daydreams in reality. In the third chapter I discovered her submissive nature, leading to some anal exploitation.
After that Thursday night, the Friday and Saturday nights went by satisfactory. It must have been a long dry spell for Nigella, because she proved to be quite hungry for manmeat and I was happy to feed her nightly. When I told her Saturday she had to take an exam in dirty sex, she complied after some gentle persuasion. Of course she graduated, passing her test with honors. We appropriately celebrated by dowsing her with my favorite champagne... My submissive, sexy cook was scheduled to leave Monday in the afternoon, and I had announced our last night on Sunday would hold a surprise for her. First she looked uncomfortable, but she eased up when I took her to a formal dinner. I told her to present herself in full eveningwear. Her black designer dress looked spectacular and finally showed enough cleavage to draw many compliments and lecherous looks. Her dress had a full skirt allowing me ample space for what I had in mind. As could be expected from a celebrity, matching Manolo Blahnik silver colored pumps and handbag completed her outfit. Very elegant and sophisticated...
When I made the restaurant reservation I specifically had asked for a room flanking the main dining room and a table in a corner with both our seats against the wall. After we had ordered, I moved my cool hand under her full skirt - to warmer regions. As a true lady Nigella kept smiling while my hand made a trip to her tropical garden. Our waiter kept a straight face but he definitely noticed my hand was hidden under the table and it was moving. Nigella noticed I showed him what I was doing. The pale white complexion of her cheeks turned out beet red but there was no way she could escape. I loved it. How refreshing to see a woman of her age blush like that. She already felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed but this surely wouldn't be the end. It would be a joy to dig an even deeper hole for her...
By the time the main course was served I had slipped a finger in her pleasure channel. The lady might be embarrassed but she was surely enjoying herself. She was quite wet! The kitchen surpassed itself to please their famous guest. The main course was an exquisite culinary delight. I had to use both my hands to handle my knife and fork, temporarily refraining from other pleasures. When we had finished our main dish and had ordered dessert, it was time again for some entertainment. I told Nigella to get to the ladies room to take off her panties. She had learned not to object. What a difference a couple of days can make! I was proud of the way she regally returned to our table, knowing well how her purse hiding her panties burned in her arm. When I ordered coffee it was time to bring her obedience to another level. Most of the other patrons had already left and only one elderly couple remained, seated on the other side of the restaurant.
"Two coffees." I ordered. "The lady will take it black, you can serve the coffee after at least six minutes...!"
It was clear hint for our waiter and even if he had any doubts, I gave him a silent wink with my eyes to be gone. It was a sign for Nigella to get her freshly churned cream by self-service... Her beautiful brown eyes looked flustered when she looked at me.
"Ppuuhlease..." She whispered, looking ill at ease to the left and to the right.
I didn't answer but just took her purse and let it drop to the floor. She knew what to do and I just waited. Only after a couple of seconds she dived under the table. Understandably she worked fast; she had me zipped down and my cock out in a flash. In spite of her hurry, she licked my bulb lovingly and passionately. It was nice for some moments but I needed more. Bringing my hand under the tablecloth I gripped her neck and pulled her mouth towards me. I heard muffled sounds coming from down under but I kept her mouth firmly in place. It did not take her long to start her throat working. It felt delicious... With urgency and yet a perfect technique the muscles of her throat slid over the length of my erection, massaging it, cuddling it in a silent, sucking embrace. I calmly took my time for some discrete pumping until I dumped my load deep in her contracting funnel.
It was perfect timing. When our waiter returned Nigella just had recovered from her position under the table. With self-awareness only a member of the upper class can maintain, she dabbed a drop of the slimy fluid from the corner of her mouth as if it was the most natural thing to do. Approvingly I worked my hand under her skirt again, tenderly stroking her clit.
"Put on your panties again..." I whispered in her ear. "... and don't wet them, or you will have put them in your mouth so you will taste and smell how horny you are." I added ominously.
She threw me an unhappy look, knowing well that this announcement would make her juices flow more copiously during our trip back to the hotel. To be gagged with her own soaking wet panty certainly would be an appetizing prospect for a submissive wench. I kept quiet during our cab ride, letting the tension mount and bubble within my beautiful package of female flesh. By the time we entered the common area between our bedrooms, I imagined seeing her shiver. Was it anticipation or fear?
"You don't have to be afraid." I said reassuringly.
"I am not!"
Suddenly a flicker of the old Nigella was visible, full in control of herself, just as I first met her.
I didn't react, only letting my hands wander over her evening dress until they took a dive in her cleavage. It was to let her know, despite her last attitude I would be in charge from now on. Her mounds were superb as ever but these fascinating wonders of nature would be new to me, every time I would feel the firm flesh warming the palms of my hands. Kissing her on her neck I let her dress slide from her shoulders. Nigella was almost uncovered now. I noticed the silvery color of her stockings matched the color of her shoes: she was perfect in all details.
She barely had entered her bedroom when she suddenly cried out and pushed back into my arms.
"Mike... help... there is man inside!"
She was right. I saw a black guy standing near her bed.
"It is the man who attacked me in the Park! I recognize him, it is the man who atttacked me...!"
Nigella panicked, stammering incoherently, pushing herself even further into the circle of my arms. I sighed and gripped her shoulders so she could face me.
"Look, Nigella, that man is my buddy Jake... he is a bodyguard too! I asked him to assist me giving you a real New York experience: nearly mugged by a black guy, saved by a real hero with all the romantic fringe benefits..."
Her eyes widened... I enjoyed looking at all her changing face expressions when she let my words slowly sink in. Suddenly I saw the fire returning in her eyes and her arm rising in outrage but before she could harm herself I already had her wrist in a preemptive grip.
"Y y you... you fooled me..." She stammered.