"I'm too impatienttt to dineee at nineee!"
Badum bum bum
"I must be wined and sixty-nined!" I belted flatly at the top of my lungs as my dog Nala winced and laid her ears flat at the sound of my amazing singing voice.
"Oh shut up! What do you know about the fine vocal arts?"
It was Saturday night and I had a dinner date with... wow. This man has bent me over in a parking lot, practically forced me to masturbate at my job, has me trying a GD butt plug and I still don't even know what his momma named him. I really must be a tramp.
But damn, does he know how to drive me crazy.
Well, in any case, I had a dinner date at a fancy restaurant and I wanted to look my best. I looked myself over in the mirror and gave a twirl for effect. The dress was a lovely number, a beautiful piece from an upcoming Parisian designer that I had met on work travel in New York. It was a light, tonal beige with a hint of pink, champagne, if you will.
Complete with a plunging neckline, a slit that sat on the waist, and these gorgeous sheer sleeves decorated with tiny, intricate lace patterns that meandered in an out of each other to the point you didn't know where one ended and the other started. Best of all it was covered in these miniature rhinestones that danced whenever the slightest amount of light hit them.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall... Jean Claude Van DAMN I'm fine!' I exclaimed.
I heard Nala wince once more and watched her cover her eyes with her paws.
Everybody is a fucking critic.
I grabbed my clutch and walked down the stairs, "singing" all the while.
"She loves to strut, and showww her stuff." Cue the hip kick.
I was in such a good mood, this is the most fun I've had in a while. I've been so worried about my future that every single day has been meticulously planned and rigorously constructed around work and school that in a way, this mysterious, unstructured relationship was... alleviating. I slipped on a pair of stilettos and cat-walked to the door, feeling myself in every way, shape, and form. I was getting ready to grab my car keys when I noticed the envelope containing the butt plug.
"Aw, fuck."
I had completely forgotten about it, he wanted me to wear it out to dinner tonight.
How do I even use one of these?
I pulled the small sacrum stopper out of the bag and rolled the smooth, silicone around in my fingers. It was small but weighty for its miniature size. I made my way down over to the couch with my phone and propped my legs over the armrest while slipping my heels off, noticing my cute little toes again.
They were hot pink now. I read a few articles on how to use a plug (lube, lube, lube) and surfed a couple porn videos before hopping over to the kitchen to grab some lubricant.
Oh shut up, everyone has that one junk drawer in the kitchen full of random shit, don't judge me.
I hiked my dress up to my waist and slowly slipped a lubed index into my ass. My eyes closed at the feeling of this new sensation as I realized I rarely thought about anal. Well, I did, but I myself was never included in any of those reveries.
This isn't so bad, but if I want to get this plug in, I think I better lie down.
I went back to the couch and turned onto my stomach, propping one leg on a headrest and the other stretched as far away as possible. I had to be a hilarious sight with a finger in my ass and my pussy spread wide while all dressed up.
Well, this reminds me of my freshman year of uni.
I applied a generous glob of lubricant on the toy, thankful that it was tiny compared to the monstrosities I had seen on the web. I took a couple of deep breaths before gently pressing it against my ass. I got the tip in about halfway before I had to pause.
Breathe Ally, breathe.
I could feel my sphincter muscles resisting before I took a break to calm down. I browsed through my Instagram feed, double tapping pictures of my friends at parties, beaches, and clubs while I sat here trying to get a plug up my ass.
"Imagine if I accidentally started a live video. 'Hey, guys, just tryna plug my ass! Oh, hi Grandma!'"
I laughed at my foolishness and went back to pushing in the plug. It went a bit easier this time and I could feel every freaking centimeter, I felt so full by the time the rounded base had nestled in my asshole. I turned the toy over to align the T part with my ass crack and shuddered at the feeling. It felt good, in a different sort of way. I should've done this earlier in the week to get a couple of practices in, but it was too late now.
Fuck, I hope I can last the night.
I bent over to pick up my heels and moaned as I felt the increased pressure from the plug. As I locked the door to my flat, I finished the last line of the chorus, albeit much softer.
"That's why this woman, is a slut."
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While driving through the city my body was getting used to the foreign object lodged inside of me. I got a little shiver every time my left leg rose to push the clutch pedal and soon I was horny as all hell. By the time I reached the restaurant I was ready to jump the valet that was so busy gawking at me he gave me a key to a Lamborghini.
"For me? Really?" I joked while giving them back to him and sauntering off towards the entrance.
The restaurant was beautiful. It was dimly lit and there was a soft, babbling waterfall fountain in the far east corner, directly opposite a four-sting quarter that subtly filled the room with its influence. Chandeliers covered the ceilings but were only there for secondary lighting as each table harbored three cylindrical candles in the middle that created this intimate, sensual atmosphere.
"Hello there, mademoiselle, do you have a reservation or are you meeting someone this fine evening?"
Holy fuck, I don't know this man's name. Shit, what do I do, describe him? "Oh yeah, he's a middle-aged rich white guy." Dumbass.
As I surveyed the area wondering how I could reply to the host, I locked eyes with my Saint Patron of Penis hanging out at a table through a see-through wall of various wines.
"Ah yes he's right over there, love, thank you!" I replied gleefully.
"Well, allow me to escort you," he said while grabbing a menu. As he rambled on about fish specials and wine pairings I felt a jolt climb my fucking spine as if Zeus himself had installed Mount Olympus in my asshole and was launching thunderbolts at the walls of my anus.
That cheeky fucking bastard.
The plug was vibrating. I could practically feel the vibrations in my pussy as it rumbled against the nerves in my ass and traveled through my entire body. I don't know what the fuck it was about being in my ass but holy shit. I had to grip the railing for a second as they ran the course of my entire body, the feeling was so unfamiliar it was driving me crazy.
"Is everything okay, mademoiselle?"
"Yes, yes, sir. Everything is fine," I responded to the concerned maitre'd.
I could see him through the transparent wall of wines pretending to be engrossed in his menu. What an ass.
We rounded the bend along the wall and he set my menu down on the other side of the table as my "partner" got up to greet me.
"How was the drive?" he asked while engaging in a stiff, formal embrace.
"Fuck you, a vibrating butt plug?!" I whispered.
He ignored my barb and turned to sit down but before he could resume his place I adeptly squeezed past him into his side of the booth and pulled him in along with me.
"Do you mind if I sit next to you, I'm a little cold," I said with schoolgirl sarcasm.
"I don't think it's appropriate, All-"
"You move to that other side and I'm leaving," I told him matter-of-factly.
He paused for a moment. The king of the pride was being challenged by the lioness, the power he derived being in control warring with his carnal desires. My eyes were full of nothing but fierce determination as we locked gazes, my conviction was starting to waiver the longer this reincarnation of Eros stared into my very soul. I was literally about to back down when he let out an existential sigh and relaxed next to me.
Close one.
"Are you wearing underwear?" he inquired.
"The slit on this dress is way too high for that, it wouldn't look good."
"Good."
As I eased into the recesses of the booth I was aware of the plug again and could feel it pressing against the wall of my vagina as well, adding to the myriad of sensations I was already going through. I'm glad it wasn't as strong as the one I had in those panties because it probably would have been uncomfortable, that shit was too strong. This plug was like drinking beer after hard liquor, it kept you level.
I was at this base sense of elevated arousal. I stole a glance at him in his three-piece suit and just imagined him picking me up, hiking my dress to my waist and just absolutely wrecking my pussy on this table. I caught my breath and let my body get used to sitting down with the plug in before I started to make light conversation.
"So I'm surprised you didn't go for a table au derriere," I joked while he perused the menu. "Do you think they have hot buns as a starter? I'd love some right now. My drive was just peachy by the way, I think the valet parked my car in the rear, I hope he doesn't move the seat."
Crickets.
"Oh for fucksake, not even a smile? Peachy? Peach? Like the emoji?" I asked desperately.
"Corniness is not synonymous with hilarity, Allyson," he calmly replied.
"What do you know, old man," I said while rolling my eyes.
The plug rolled on and as I grew accustomed to the new sensation I started to really enjoy it. I can't imagine what I looked like to the waiter as he came by to take our order, I was beside myself with lust. I ran my foot up and down his calf while twirling my hair and constantly shifting around in my seat.
Look at him. So fucking articulate and collected... God, I just wanna have his fucking babies. Well, not literally but if that's what it takes to keep that dick in my guts so be it.
I almost spat out my water laughing at my own mental ruminations, I'm so stupid I swear. I haven't been this horny since high school, one false move and I could get tried for sexual assault the way I wanted to jump him out of his clothes.
"And you, Allyson?" I heard his deep voice directed at me from miles away.
"Oh, I'm sorry I was thinking about work, my apologies. Gracious, I didn't even get a chance to look at the menu."
"Would you like me to order for you?" he asked me.
I nodded. I didn't have a clue as to what I was supposed to eat at this siddity ass restaurant anyways.
I listened to him order me what I think was a steak, I was too busy watching his throat and lips move... wishing that chiseled jaw was in between my legs, sucking the very essence out of my now rapidly moistening slit...
Fuck it.
While he and the waiter went on about different wines in French, I ran my hand up his thigh and found my prize. Would you look at that, Mister Cool, Calm, and Collected was rock hard while sitting next to little old me. There was a hiccup on the conversation as I squeezed the head of his cock in his pants but I was too busy looking in the other direction at the waterfall to notice. The waiter left eventually and I felt him shift next to me.
"Why can't you behave like a gentlewoman for once?" he asked me with gruff annoyance as if he were ashamed of me.
He had me fucked up. I took a deep breath and sat up straight before letting him have it in a monotonous tone that rivaled that of Ferris Beuller's teacher.
"I'm going to give you six seconds to do six things. Repeat to yourself what you just said, remember who the fuck you're talking to, reassess if what you said was the right thing to say, change it into something worth saying out loud, then tell me the final result. Otherwise, our night is over," I told him calmly.
"That was only five things," he said.
"Yea I know. The sixth is you're going to get under this tablecloth and eat me out, while I eat out."
"That's ludicrous," he scoffed.
"You asked me why I can't 'act like a gentlewoman' while you parade around here telling me what to do. So it's okay for you to do all these crazy things to me in public but it's a problem when I do it? I'm sorry, baby boy, but I am not one of these doe-eyed uni girls that will attend to your every beck and call. You know what I think it is? You want to misbehave and be told what to do."
"Bullshit."
"Nah, true shit," I said flatly.
"That's not how our agreement is supposed to go. Honestly, I may very well break it off," he responded.
"You don't have the balls. You enjoy me just as much as I enjoy you. Your cock is still growing in your pants and I bet it's at the thought of you getting under this table to eat this good ass pussy while my stilettos dig into your back. Isn't it?"
"There will be repercussions," he warned.
"Percussion? So you're going to beat this pussy up like a drum or what?" I said while laughing.
Crickets.
"I swear you guys all fucking suck. I'm funny, dammit," I said while pouting in the corner.
The food arrived shortly after and I asked the waiter if he could bring some chimichurri for my steak.
"Right away, miss."
"Well, my food is here and I don't want yours to get cold so I suggest you get down there and back up here quickly," I told him while cutting into my steak. It looked so good.
I sensed no movement from him before I watched him swing his head then slip under the table. I felt his strong paws spread my legs apart and enter through the slit of my dress as he began to eat me out.
"Here is your request, mademoiselle. Where has your husband gone?" he inquired.
"Oh he just went to cleanse his palette, he'll be back shortly," I beamed.
The steak was to fucking die for. So tender and juicy, paired perfectly with garlic mashed potatoes and wood-grilled asparagus.
"Oh my," I said in a feigned British accent, "this side of oral is to die for, please extend my greatest compliments to the head chef. Head, get it? You're giving me head?" I whispered towards under the table. I softly rapped my knife against the table as I laughed.
I had a stalk in my mouth when I felt a vibrator on my clit and nearly choked.
Holy fuck.
I'm in danger.
I don't know if the vibrations were clashing and creating resistance or something because I was instantly made aware of the butt plug once again. I had to set my silverware down to grip the table as he rammed the vibrator onto my clit while his tongue lapped at my ocean of a pussy. I don't think I'd ever been this wet in my fucking life.
Oh my god, I'm going to cum.
It had only been two minutes but I knew that huge feeling of nothingness that was growing in the pit of my stomach was an adumbration to the orgasm I was going to be sent careening into.
What had I done?
I tried to close my legs and turn my hips to get away but his elbows had me locked open as if I were in a gyno's chair.
"If you don't stop I'm going to fucking explode. Okay, you made your point. I'm sorry!" I hissed under the table.
Nothing but more vibrating and licking.
"Oh fuck..." I moaned and cringed at an old couple watching me in concern. I smiled sheepishly before I dropped my head down once more, grateful for my hair for covering my face. I really was going to fucking cum, and it was going to be violent. Suddenly a thought struck and I had to get him the fuck out of there. I started to squirm as nonchalantly as I could as not to make a scene.