"It's just a small dildo, with and added bonus that rubs across your clit," I explain. Fifteen minutes of selection ensue, and you ultimately choose the fully translucent top and the short skirt. You don't have a choice about the purple toy. You can't believe that you're wearing this -- you can't even bend a little over without your ass being exposed for all to see. "I guess you'll just have to maintain your posture," I say with a wicked grin.
We head down my stairs to the car, the dildo in your pussy making you walk with a slightly stilted but distinctly more pleasurable gait. The drive to the Sushi bar is uneventful, dominated by conversations about my recent trip and your adventures while I was gone. After finding parking, we step out of the car and head toward the restaurant. Slightly embarrassed, you walk down the sidewalk, eyes slightly downcast. "You should look up," I say. "You're getting checked out by everybody. And the women are looking at you with jealousy." You look up and realize that it's true, but you somehow still feel a bit embarrassed in public.
We get seated at a table, where you realize that you can't even sit on your skirt. Instead, it just acts as a sort of stage curtain for your ass. You make sure that you sit up straight so that nothing shows which, of course, pushes the dildo a little deeper into you and makes the protrusion for your clit rub more firmly against your clit. "What would you like to order," I ask. We discuss the menu for a couple of minutes and decide on half a dozen dishes before the waitress comes by and asks what we want. "You're ordering," I say.
You begin to read off the list of items that we'd like when you're suddenly jolted by fast, deep vibration in your pussy and against your clit. Your speech immediately falters and you start taking short, halting breaths as you futilely try to wiggle into a less compromising position and try to maintain your composure while the waitress waits for your order. You look at me. I merely smile and indicate that you should continue. Perhaps a minute later you finish an order that doesn't at all resemble what we had intended to get. The buzzing stops and you slap my arm. "Don't hit me," I say sternly before quickly returning to my usual smile. I pull a keychain out of my pocket. "Remote control," I explain.
The rest of dinner passes with occasional vibratory interruptions and a fair amount of blushing both on your part and the part of a couple fortunate enough to be sitting across from you when you couldn't resist spreading your legs apart and adjusting the vibrator.
The next stop is our favorite club. It's almost midnight and the venue is already a bit crowded. As we head up the open stairs I stop you and say that I want to show you something. "What?," you ask. "Glance down below you." You do and see several guys sneaking a peak up your skirt. You quickly close your legs. "No," I say. "Look at me. Look at me and open your legs so they can see." You hesitate. "Now," I command. Your legs open and I can see guys beginning to sneak looks in my peripheral vision.
You look away from my face, worried. "I'm embarrassed."
"Just let yourself go," I respond. "A little humiliation never hurts."
You look back into my eyes, realizing for the first time where this night might really lead. "Good girl," I say, recognizing the comprehension in your eyes. "Now, spread them wider and move the vibrator to the side so that they can see your pussy." A touch of fear makes its way onto your face, but you do as you're told. I make you hold the position for about 30 seconds. Everyone below knows what's going on, and you know it. "Can I....," you begin before I cut you off. "No. And I'm the one who tells you what you can and cannot do." Your heart races, but you keep your legs spread. An eternity passes and you can only imagine what the people below you are thinking and doing. "Well, I think that we've given cause for enough masturbation for the moment. Let's dance."
So we head on to the dance floor and dance as only close couples can. I reach underneath your skirt and grab your ass. Occasionally I hold your skirt up while looking someone else in the eye. Sometimes the vibrator goes off unexpectedly. But most of the time, you find yourself grinding your ass against my cock. When the dance floor is sufficiently crowded, I reach down and start stroking your clit while the vibrator buzzes incessantly inside your pussy. I start slow, just as you like it and then begin to speed up, my fingers flicking against your clit faster and faster. "Look at that guy in the blue shirt dancing with his girlfriend and get his attention," I instruct. You do so. "Now stroke my cock," I say. You look up. "How?" "Just do it. And look at him." Steeling yourself, you turn around so that your ass is against my cock, reach back and push your hand down into my pants, wrap your hand around my thick, hard cock, look at the guy, and begin to stroke.
I lean down and whisper into your ear. "That feels fantastic babe. Now, when I tell you, I want you to come for me." I feel you tense up and glance away. "Look at him." I start to rub faster and feel you respond in kind. I begin to feel your legs tremble and smile to myself. "Come for me. Now."
Your whole body shudders and I feel you flooding your underwear with your juices that begin to drip down your legs. You try to hold the other guy's gaze, but can't. You look away in shame from him and his girlfriend who is now starting as us in shock. I smile at them.
"Let's go," I say. "The night has just begun."
We arrive at the car and you prepare to get in. "Stop. Squat down and blow me." You look at me, incredulous. "But we're on the street, and there are people up in that apartment who can see." I just look at you. Slowly, you get down, unzip my pants and pull out my still hard cock.
You pull my shaft into your mouth, sucking me as well as you always do. You even seem to forget that you have company for a moment. Within moments I'm ready to explode. "Jack me off until I come all over your face." Now, this is something that we've never done before, much less in public. You look up at me again, hesitation clearly winning over. "I said, jack me off until I come all over your face," I command huskily. And suddenly you find yourself very turned on. You don't notice the women at the window watching you disapprovingly. You no longer heed the sound of the occasional car driving by. All you know is that you have to make me come. And so you wrap both hands around my cock and stroke for all you're worth. Seconds later my come is spurting everywhere over your lips, face, and hair. Your expression is bliss.
I smile down at you. "Don't clean your face. Oh, and look up at the girls." You glance up briefly and then have to look away. "Let's go," I say while waving goodbye.
On our way home, the come drips down your face. I clean some off of your face and feed it to you. Minutes later we're up in my room. "Get on your knees," I command. "Put your hands behind your head. And don't move them for any reason. Now suck my cock again." My pants are still on. "How?," you ask. I just look at you again.
For the next few minutes you struggle to unbutton and unzip my pants with your teeth. I eventually help you a little and you manage to pull them and my boxers down around my ankles. Startlingly, my cock is rock hard again. Leaning forward, you take it into your mouth and start sucking as you always do. I let you continue this way for a minute to two. Then I tell you take me in deeper. So you do, my cock edging closer and closer to the back of your throat. You're narrowly avoiding the gag reflex that you've recently become acquainted with.
"Push it in deeper." You lean forward onto my cock even more and begin to gag. You pull back and then try pushing back onto me again as your saliva escapes from your lips and begins to drip down your chin. "You said that you liked to gag. Now, I want you to take it as deep as you can." You pull back momentarily and then push yourself deep onto me. My cock gets buried into your throat and you find yourself gagging, your throat spasming around the head of my cock. "Take me deeper." I feel your throat relax a bit, and then suddenly you lean in and push my cock even deeper into you. You feel yourself choking a bit, pull out, and then, to my surprise, slam yourself back onto me. This time you choke for real. Liquid ejects around my cock from your mouth and sprays onto my shaft, stomach, and balls before cascading down onto your translucent top. You pull back and breathe in deep before repeating the process. This time however, you stop.
I sense that something is wrong so I squat down and see you with tears streaming down your face. I shut off the vibrator. You look at me with a mix of embarrassment, shame, and pain. "Are you ok?," I ask while grabbing your hands in mine.
"I feel so humiliated," you respond, looking down at the mess on your shirt. I kiss the tears off of your cheeks and cradle your head in my hands. You glace furtively up at me.
"And how does that make you feel?"
"I... I'm not sure." I let you think for a few seconds.
"If you're not enjoying it, then I want you to stop." I pause. "But if you are enjoying it, then I want you to keep going."
You collect your thoughts for a moment and look at me. Then, with firm resolve, you clasp your hands behind your head and bend down to take my cock in your mouth. I stand up. And this time you go at me with abandon.
You look me straight in the eye as you slam down again and again. This time you work your way deeper and deeper onto me. I hear you choking, and with each sound you push yourself on deeper. I'm stunned. Finally, your body gives in and I feel more hot saliva and other fluids cascading down across us both. You pull back and move your hand from behind your head as you prepare to wipe yourself clean. You hear a firm, deep voice above you. "I said keep your hands behind your head." You glance up and quickly move your hand back as you get just a little wetter and a little more excited.
