I have a date with my Pet. She didn't know the plans. I just told her when to be ready, to wear comfortable clothes and shoes. She knew to work within certain parameters we had. Dresses or skirts, no bra or panties. The rest was up to her. I arrived at her place at 7. She was waiting at the door as instructed. She looked beautiful as always, wearing a simple but flattering dress, hugging her hips, her breasts full, enough cleavage to tease without being too obvious. But it was her smile that always got me. And it was on full display as I opened the door.
'Hello Pet.'
'Hello Master'
I just looked at her for a few minutes, and she stood there, not sure what to do, head down but wanting to make eye contact with me. I could see her looking up, hoping to connect. I put my finger under her chin, and picked her head up so her eyes met mine. I didn't say anything, I just leaned in to kiss her. I loved kissing her. Her tongue so soft, mouth so inviting. We always kissed well together, both enjoying the deep french kissing that you could feel down to your toes. I pulled her tight to me, arms wrapped around her, grabbing her short cropped hair, then moving down and cupping her perfect ass. I love to hold it in my hands while we kiss. I could her breathing change, as she both relaxed and become aroused. She was easily aroused in the right circumstance, and I could tell she was receptive.
'Come on, let's go.' I said, and took her hand and let her out to the car. I opened her door, and as she went to get in I pushed her up against the car, kissing her deeply again, burying my tongue in her mouth, wanted to put all of me inside her.
We started to drive, and I reached over and put my hand on her leg. She looked at me and smiled. 'Where we going?' she asked, the tone in her voice saying 'I'm not sure what's going on here.'
I just ignored her, my hand caressing her leg, touching her arm. So many times before while driving, by this time her skirt would be up, or her mouth on my cock. I know she liked playing in the car, liked knowing someone might see her. But tonight, we just drove.
We arrived at her favorite restaurant. It wasn't super fancy or exotic. I chose it because I knew f she liked it, and I wanted to ensure she enjoyed her meal. Our table was ready, and we sat and ordered drinks right away.
'So what are we doing?' she asked again.
'Don't you worry, Pet, just enjoy the night. I promise you this will be a fun evening.'
We enjoyed our drinks and just talked. She was finishing up her degree, had grown kids, even a grandkid. Yes, she was a very young and hot grandma. We ordered food and more drinks and sat at that table for 2 hours. She told me about her plans, getting her masters, starting a new career, her family, her dreams for the future. I talked about my music, my plans, my dreams. All throughout dinner I couldn't stop looking at her, reaching out and touching her hand or leg. What I really wanted to do was grab her and fuck her on the table, but for now, this would suffice. She kept smiling at me, asking me what I was thinking. I would just smile and say 'Nothing.' She knew that wasn't true, and pretty much knew exactly what I was thinking. But I preferred to keep it to myself for now.
Finally, after plenty of food and drink, it was time to go.
We walked out to the car, which I had parked in the back corner of the parking lot. I opened her door, and she went to get in I grabbed her by the waist. I pushed her against the car, facing it. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my body into hers. I put my mouth to her ear. 'Mmm, you feel so good Pet. How I'd like to fuck you right here in the parking lot. Maybe someone will come and watch. Would you like that?'
'Yes Sir, whatever you wish.'
But that wasn't really my intention. I wanted to keep her on her toes. I started to kiss her neck, trace my tongue up to her ear, flick in inside, whispering to her. I could feel her breathing harder, pushing her ass against me. I reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing it hard, feeling her strong muscles flex under my grip, urging me on to squeeze harder. I pulled up her dress and she gasped. I just stood here, dress in one hand, admiring her beautiful body, her ass and legs exposed to me. She instinctively arched her back and spread her legs a bit for me. She waited, I'm sure thinking I was going to take her right there. But I just looked. I could look at her for hours really.
Finally I let her dress down, turned her around, and kissed her again. Deeply, passionately, we made out, pressed against the car, the cool night air on our skin, the perfect temperature to counteract our heat. Her hands reached down, rubbing me through my pants. I told her to get into the car, in her seat. I stood in front of the open door, unzipped my pants, and took out my cock. It was already throbbing. She knew I loved to make her watch me stroke it. Something about masturbating for my Pet was incredibly arousing and satisfying. She just watched me as my hand slid up and down my cock. I pulled my balls out too, and there we were, her just sitting there, watching me pleasure myself. I knew she wanted to touch it, suck it, but she was a good girl and knew to wait until told.
"Do you want it, Pet?'
'Yes Sir.'
I stepped forward, and she instinctively put my cock into her mouth. She was obviously very ready, and she immediately took me down her throat, fucking it with her mouth, hands on my ass and balls. It was too good, too easy. Her tongue pressed against the shaft, then she would pull off, run her tongue over my balls, up the shaft, then engulf it again. I moaned without realizing it, the pleasure of being in her mouth triggering every nerve in my body. The pleasure wasn't just physical, but was also derived from knowing how much Pet enjoyed sucking me. She didn't do it because she was my sub, out of some sense of duty. She genuinely enjoyed the act. And knowing that she was deriving as much pleasure as I made it that much more enjoyable for me. I allowed her to enjoy my cock for no more than a couple of minutes, then I pulled away.
I squeezed my cock back into my pants and got into the car. We drove off to our next stop
There was an excellent Dead cover band playing, and we both loved the music. We arrived at the club and went inside. The band was just about to start. We moved up to the front, the music started, and the crowd went crazy. If you've never been to a Dead show, it's basically 3 hours with the entire audience dancing together. I loved the sense of community and peace at the shows, and I know she did too. At times it got crowded up front, so much that she was pressed up against me, and I used those brief moments to tease her, caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipple, grabbing her ass. Nothing obscene or obvious, but just enough to remind her that she was mine, how much I loved her, and how much she turned me on. I wanted her wet and sweaty and ecstatic.
The show ended, and we walked out to the car, hot, sweaty, exhausted, and thrilled. I held her hand as we walked, neither of us speaking. We got to the car, and again, I had to kiss her. Again, I pushed her up against the car, the length of my body pressed to hers, staring into her eyes, and covered her mouth with mine. I held each of her hands in mine as we kissed, even in that moment, she knew I was in control. I could feel her pressing herself into me, her cunt wet and aching, nothing separating it from the night air, from being taken and used. That made me smile, I enjoyed it when she ached for me, and when I made her wait. We kissed for a while, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, our bodies never apart.
'You're a good girl Pet.'
'Thank you Master. You're a good Master. Thank you for tonight.'
'You're welcome Pet, but it's not over.'
She got a look in her eye, like 'oh no, what does he have in mind.'
I know she was expecting something like our many nights together, her being used in a club, outside, at home. She could be the filthiest piss whore the world had seen if I chose. But tonight was going to be different. I didn't want to humiliate her tonight, or parade her. I just wanted to love her.
We got into the car and headed back to her place. As we got inside the door, she waited for instructions. She had been trained well. Normally at this point she'd be naked for me. Of course, I preferred her this way when we were alone. But I just told her to go inside and open the bottle of wine I brought with me. She did, and poured us each a glass. We sat on the couch, drinking our wine and making out. I reached down and pulled up her dress, finally exposing that perfect pussy. She kept it like I preferred, smooth from the clit down, but with a stripe on top. I liked the stripe because it showed me she was a woman, not a little girl. She opened her legs for me and I could see her lips glistening, her juices flowing. I didn't touch it yet, just watched her hips moving in little circles and her thighs open and close in anticipation. Instead, I reached into her top and touched her breasts, gently at first, feeling their firmness, my fingers on her nipples, gently pulling them into hardness. Then less gently, my tongue in her mouth, fingers tugging her nipples, finding the point where I felt her flinch, then backing off again, letting the pain subside, until I did it again. Each round took slightly more pressure to make her flinch, and her tongue worked itself harder in my mouth as I progressed. The sounds from her throat urged me on, and my hand moved from one breast to the other, working them until she could take an impressive amount of pressure from my fingers before flinching.
