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Dinnertime - An Erotic Adventure
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Dinnertime - An Erotic Adventure The soft purring of his Mercedes engine finally snatched me out of my trance-like state as it pulled into my drive. Every time I repaired an error, I found another, taunting me to the brink of trembling uncertainty. How many are there? How many mistakes would he find at the table I had set for him tonight? Oh dear! I can see two already! The sharp edge of the knife blade was facing the plate and the fork was slightly crooked. As the sound of his footsteps reverberated from the wooden deck, I quickly checked myself in the hallway mirror, closely scrutinizing the new black satin and white lace garter set, and the shimmering, silk, RHT stockings that I found on my vanity this morning. After carefully situating the straps and edges, I hurried to the door to await his unusual entrance. One, two, three... the knocks came one second apart. One, two, three, four, five seconds later I opened the door to let him in. "Very good," he said, "right on time. You're getting better little wench." "Thank you, Sir," I said as I closed the door behind him and led him into the dining room. "I take it that my dinner is waiting, exactly the way I instructed you?" he asked as he reached up from behind me, pulled all my hair to the back, gripped it in his hand, and awaited my answer. "Yes, Sir. Just as you asked, Sir," I said in quiet respect without turning my head to look at him. I felt his hand squeeze my hair tightly as he turned me to face him and sucked ravenously at my mouth for exactly thirty seconds. He often wore the face of his watch on the underside of his wrist for the specific purpose of regulating time during moments when the veins would be turned toward him, and he was wearing it that way now. "You may serve me now," he said as he let go of my hair and took his place at the head of the table. Picking up his soup bowl, I dished out one level ladle of thin potato soup, poured it carefully into the bowl, and as I sat the bowl in front of him, he turned his plate a fraction, of a fraction of an inch in order to line it perfectly with the design on the place mat. Damn! That made three. It was then that I noticed that I had not folded the paper napkin precisely down the middle. Four. One more flaw and he would forego his dinner to render my punishment. Then he would punish me for having to miss his dinner due to my ineptness. "Come here," he demanded. I went and stood beside his chair, struggling hard to keep from showing any signs of presumptiveness. "Spread," he said curtly, and I obeyed. Two fingers slid easily into my wanting wet cunt. Five. I was supposed to control my whorish, rapacious desires until he gave me permission to enjoy. Five was the point where he normally stopped; but this time he kept on going. Pulling a tiny measuring tape from his trouser pocket, he measured the amount of wine that was in his flute. Six. It was a quarter of an inch too full. Then he measured each corner of the hand crocheted tablecloth from the tip to the floor. Seven. One side was three-eighths of an inch shorter than the other. I was racking points up quickly this evening. I stood beside him with my legs still spread so he could fuck me with his fingers while he drank his wine, pondered my illaudable presentation of his meal, and consider what means of penance was due. He kept driving his fingers up inside me, concentrating hard on that little bundle of nerves that could make almost any woman gush. Two fingers, three fingers, then two fingers again; working them as far up inside my hot cunt as they would go. I wanted to let go and ride those steadily working fingers; but I didn't dare. I could feel them up in the pit of my belly as he ran them in and out, and my cunt became wetter and wetter. They tickled and tingled as he rubbed my spot with the tip of his finger and masturbated my glistening clit with his thumb. I felt the ache for orgasm building as he worked his juice slick fingers inside me. My muscles began to twitch and my knees began to shake; but I stood there like a good girl, wringing my hands together, and trying unsuccessfully to keep from crying out as the involuntary spasms of orgasm took over. Grabbing the edge of the table to hold myself steady, I felt my cunt muscles locking down hard on his fingers as my hot pussy began to gush and squirt, and I moaned and wimpered in orgasmic joy. It ran down his wrists and soaked into the soft fabric of his poplin dress shirt. Lack of control made eight demerits. After tasting the fluids I left on his hands, he dried them on his napkin and turned his attention to consuming the meal I had very painstakingly prepared for him. For the meal, he had nothing but praise. The thin potato soup was just the way he liked it; the roast was tender and juicy; there was just the right amount of cream cheese on the broccoli; and the tiny carrots, and onions were perfectly steamed ‒ sweet and tender. Finishing the second round of wine in his flute, he requested more. I fetch the bottle from the hutch, still shaking from orgasmic release. I moved with unsteady knees as the juice from my orgasm ran freely down my legs. Popping the cork, I poured wine into his flute until he commanded me to stop. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out his cigarettes and lighter and shook one out for me to take; so I did. Taking the lighter from his hand, I put the cigarette into my mouth and lit it, trying so very hard not to get any of the dark red lipstick on the filter. It was not possible. Nine. Why was he making this test so lengthy tonight? I handed him his cigarette and slid his lighter into his pocket, pinching his nipple as I retracted my hand. Moving quickly to the hutch, I took out his favorite lead crystal ash tray and placed it to the right of his plate, careful not to set it too close. "I would like your services now," he said as he pushed his chair back from the edge of the table and leaned back with his elbows resting on the arms, wine glass in one hand, cigarette in the other. Obediently, I went down on my knees, undid his trousers, and took his already rock hard cock from inside. Stroking it with my fingers, I kissed it lightly on the tip and ran my wet tongue around the rim. Making sure my tongue was good and wet, I ran it down the belly of his cock. I could feel the blood pulsing through the vein with my tonge. Sliding my tonge back up, I kissed the tip again, and licked the trickle of semen out of his hole. Then I took him in my mouth and went all the way down on the shaft until the head of his cock was down my throat. He tasted so good as more trickles of semen leaked onto my tongue as I pulled up off him, keeping a hard suction on his cock as I did. I sucked on him gently at first, slowly riding up and down the shaft, licking along its belly, and taking him all the way down my throat again. Then I got hungry; and I began to suck him ravenously, as though all I wanted was to drink his cum. Up and down the shaft I ran my mouth and tongue, sucking hard as I pulled back. Ten. I was supposed to be a loving , not a rapacious . I had not been given permission to enjoy; but he let it go, put out his cigarette, and sat his flute on the table. I felt his thick cock swelling in my mouth as he clutched the arms of his chair tightly and groaned, gruffly and loudly. As his cum spurted heavily into my mouth, he grabbed my hair, shoved his cock down my throat, cut off my air, and finished emptying himself down my throat. He held me there until every last drop had been spilled and swallowed. Helping me up from my knees, he moved me to the side of the chair, adjusted his trousers, and stood up, pushing his chair back under the table. Taking me by the hand, he led me into the living room where the fireplace crackled, and the stereo played Bach's violin concertos softly in the background. Sitting on the couch he pulled me down into his lap and kissed me fully, sucking delicately on my lips and tongue, making my heart race wildly in my chest. Cupping my breasts in his hands, he ran his tongue along the side of my face and began licking down inside my ear. The muscles in my dripping cunt latched down as all the tactile receptors on that side of my body went crazy and stood on end. Running his tongue across my jaw and lips, he found my other ear and licked deep inside, moaning into it softly before moving down my neck and suckling my taut and tender nipples. The trails of saliva felt cool as he blew his breath on them to dry them out. My nipples were so hard that they hurt; but when he took them in his mouth and nursed them like a starving infant it felt so good. The sensations made my cunt muscles keep clenching and releasing and I felt as though I could cum if he kept nursing them hard like he was. Letting go of my nipples, he made his way back to my face and gently sucked my tongue into his mouth. I could taste the sweetness of the wine as he prodded inside my mouth, licking and sucking gently on my lips. As he pushed my hair behind my ears and gently stroked my face he said, "I counted ten. You know how it grieves me to have to discipline you, but you will not learn any other way. Now lay across my lap like a good girl." "Yes, Sir," I said sullenly and obediently placed myself across his lap for my punishment. Adjusting me the way he wanted me, he took the blindfold from the end table and buckled it around my head so I would not know when he was about to strike my tender ass with his open hand. I lay on my elbows waiting anxiously, listening closely, feeling blindly for signs of motion. "Uhhhh!" I cried out as his hand slapped flat against my tender unclad buttocks. I caught my breath and waited for the next one; but he did not swat me this time. Instead, I felt a long, slender, wet finger slide up inside my wet cunt seeking lubrication, and then deep inside my cleansed out asshole. It was so sudden and unexpected that it sent shivers all through my body, making every muscle clench and jerk. My tight little ass muscle clenched down on his finger, and he began to stroke my back and coax me to relax. As I did, I felt his finger pull out of me and another sting warm my ass as his open hand connected with it again. "Uhhhh!" I cried out loudly again. Then suddenly his finger was back in my asshole, probing, and manipulating, and daring me to enjoy. I tried to hold still, but I just couldn't with the way he was fucking my ass with his long finger. It felt so goddamn good. I began to squirm wantonly in his lap and he jerked his finger out of my hole and smacked me solidly on the ass again. Before I was finished crying out his finger was in my hole again, fucking it vigorously. My pussy kept clamping together and I knew I was not far from another wonderful orgasm. "You enjoy this, don't you?" he asked while trying hard to hide his own excitement; but I could feel his long, thick prick hardening in his trousers beneath my belly. "No, Sir," I said. "I don't like being a disobedient little girl. It hurts my little feelings when daddy has to punish me." I deliberately lied to him. "That is good," he almost growled from excitement. "I would not want my little girl to become undisciplined and out of control." "Uhhhh!" I cried out at the sudden stinging on my delicate butt cheeks. "Ahhh," I cried out as his finger slid far up into my tender hole and fucked it again. Then another swat stung my ass, and his finger slid back up inside my hole, fucking me like a little prick. I twitched and wiggled, and was dancing on the edge of orgasm when I felt the sting of his hand once more. "I think that is enough spanking for now," he told me as he put me off his lap and leaned me over the front of the couch. I heard him stand, remove his trousers, and drop them to the floor. "Get me wet," he said as he took my face in his hands and guided his cock into my mouth. His taste made me salivate all over him and I wet him down from tip to base. He put me back over the couch, spread my cheeks far apart, and began to work his cock into the horny little ass that he had partially worked open. He felt huge as he worked his long stiff cock up inside my ass. The sensations of him moving himself steadily into me drove me completely out of my mind. I found myself crying out loud and bucking back against him. "Oh... God... Ohhh... Gooooodddd!" I screamed like a wanton "Fuck my ass good, baby! Fuck my ass good!" I moaned and cried, and my legs shook violently as he continually filled my ass full of rock-hard cock. My hands grasped tightly to the cushions as he pumped himself into me, gently at first, but gaining momentum as my horny hole opened up for him to fuck. Tingles rushed all through my body as his fingers stroked my back and his hands slid under me and cupped my breasts, pinching down hard on my nipples. Continuing to pump in and out of me, he rolled my nipples tightly between his thumb and forefinger, sending even more chills across my body and straight into my dripping cunt. As I moaned and cried out in total ecstasy, he took my hair in his hands as though they were reins and began to fuck me rapaciously. As he pumped harder and harder, I cried out louder and louder. I could hardly stay up on my weakening knees; but he slid an arm under my belly and held me up to him. My cunt ached torturously for a taste of his luscious, unbridled fucking; but he kept pumping himself into my asshole, pivoting and descending into me, until finally I felt my<b> juices running </font></b>down between my thighs, and my hot horny cunt clenching in the throes of rapturous release. Pulling himself from my ass, he slid his cock inside my still cumming cunt; and, pumping hard inside my already dripping wet hole, he fucked it hard until I suddenly began to cum again. As my juices dripped out, running across his balls and down his thighs, I felt him swell up inside me. I reached back and grabbed hold of him, trying hard to pull him into me so I didn't miss a single drop of his hot spurting cum. His arms locked around me tightly, pulling me against him as he jerked, and spasmed, and and emptied his hot cum deep inside my hungry cunt. When he had finally emptied all his fluid, he slid out of me and pulled me down on the rug in front of the fire, kissing me long, hard, and lovingly. Wrapping me up inside his arms we fell to sleep together in front of the crackling fire. |
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5/16/2008 4:30 pm |
Wonderfully, exquisitely written! Visual images that are extremely tasteful, extremely erotic, and extremely arousing! Thank you for a great read!
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3/9/2008 10:25 am |
loved it very hot beautiful
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