Dinner? Is that what you call it? I barely ate a thing. No, I was too busy being a whore in that dim corner booth in the back dining room to eat. I hadn't planned for all of that. Maybe in some dark corner of my mind, I wished. But I didn't expect it.
It all started with a trail of love bites as I sipped at my glass of Chianti. The second his lips and teeth sank into my neck, I started to fall under that sweet fucking haze of desire. My hand clenched his thigh though each sting and lick. I purred. I whimpered. When his hand slipped into the deep v of my shirt to torture, I didn't stop him. I didn't fucking care. His large hand engulfed my fat tit. He wasn't gentle. He didn't ask. He took what he wanted and then took more. His wicked fingers played with my hard, begging nipple until I was almost in tears. Then they left me panting for his touch when he pulled away hearing the server enter the room to bring the salads. Once the young guy turned his back to leave us again, he shoved down half my shirt and to suck and pull on my nipple. I can't lie...I held him to my breast and basked in my whorish need as the hum of the main serving room filtered to our solitary shelter. I could barely hear the constant murmur of voices, the clink of plates, and the good-natured bickering at the bar, over my frantic whispers for more. "Fuck yes. Suck me. Hard. God, yes..."
A louder voice walking down the hall towards our room, broke us apart. He eased reluctantly back, giving me the only warning I had. That loud voice, called his name in greeting. He graciously sheltered me as I put myself back to some near resemblance of respectable. The finger bruise at the top of my breast couldn't be helped. When he turned to greet our visitor, I tried to pretend I wasn't in heat. I tried to clear the cobwebs pure lust had left blanketing my brain. We were introduced, though I don't remember his name. The only cognizant thought that did manage to filter past the ache of my pussy was that this loud, happy guy owned the bustling little restaurant and that our solitude had been pre-arranged earlier that day. With that bit of knowledge, I realized the man who's hand gripped mine was the devil, and I was doomed.
Our dinners arrived as the three of us made small talk. Our untouched salads noticed and glossed over. The gleam and grin of my new acquaintance told me without a doubt he knew we had just been breaking umpteen indecency laws. Finally with a slap to my date's back and a hardy handshake, he left us in peace. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and just sighed. The low chuckle I heard answer wasn't unexpected. The devil enjoys riding the edge. And I - for better or worse - like to be straddled in behind him.
He gentled for me then. I think he felt a smidgen of compassion that I was frazzled. He fed me bits and nibbles as he gave me the history of friendship between him and our host. When he asked me why I wasn't eating more, I closed my eyes and tempted the devil with the truth. "I'm so fucking wound up right now it's all I can do not to climb on top of you and fuck you here."
I thought he'd smirk at my lack of control. No...he stilled. Like a lion scenting wounded prey. I felt the shift in his mood immediately and tensed. Waiting. I'm not sure if it was fear or anticipation that exploded through my body. Too lately, I realized I hadn't simply tempted him, I'd waved a red flag. I wasn't sure what would come next.
Very precisely he set his silverware across his plate and turned to me. He easily laid his hand on my stockinged knee. His thumb dragged slowly up and down my trembling thigh. I held my breath. Slowly he leaned down and licked my lips. Mine parted in response, but he simply licked carefully from one side to the other. He paused. "Now pull up your skirt and spread your fucking legs for Daddy, so I can ease the edge off that overwhelming ache of yours." My mind splintered as his words shook me to the core and sent a rush of uncontrolled lust to my already desperate cunt. He squeezed my knee hard. "Now!" he commanded.
My legs fell open as my shaking hands tugged at my hem and revealed my bare, glistening mound. "Very good girl," he whispered. I could only whimper as his fingers traced up my thigh and teased my soaked folds. "You're going to have to be very quiet while I finger fuck you, Kitten." I bit my lips and nodded my head as he slowly parted my slick sensitive flesh. I wanted. Fuck, I wanted. Him. This. An orgasm. All of it. Here. Now. I didn't care.
His fingertips were just at my entrance. I could feel my hole gasping to suck in his touch. "Do you want Daddy to finger you, baby? Nice and hard and deep?" He increased the pressure just a tad to torture me. I nodded again frantically.
"No...use your manners, baby."
"Y-y-yes, Daddy. Please." I pleaded as my hips rocked just slightly toward him, urging. I could feel the juice trailing onto his fingers from my weeping cunt. I was on fire.
"You're so fucking hot and wet. You're ready to melt. Let me give this pretty cunt a taste of what it needs. Then I'm going to fuck you hard and deep on the hood of my car, so you can have some of Daddy's dick before you go home." I groaned at his promise, then had to bite back a scream as he plunged two fingers knuckle deep inside me. "Cum, Kitten. All over Daddy's hand like a good girl." He drilled me fast and furious then hooked his fingers to beat against my g-spot. My eyes flared open as in the span of two minutes he ripped a deep, brutal orgasm from my needy flesh. A stream of juice shot from between my legs and poured over his wrist and palm. The sucking wet sounds of my fingering rang in my ears. "Fuck yes baby. Fuck yes." His hand slowed. I couldn't protest though I wanted more. I was momentarily stunned. That single release had only opened the flood gates. My body ached for a continued assault.
I closed my eyes and breathed deep trying to come down just enough to function. Another breath. His fingers slipped out of me. I groaned at the emptiness. His gentle hand dabbed at my drenched thighs cleaning up the worst of it. I felt him tug down the top of my hem, then lift his hand to cup my chin. "Baby...I need you. Now. Come on baby...we just have to make it to the car." Shakily, I nodded my understanding. He gasp my fingers that I had unknowingly gripped around his thigh and tugged. I managed somehow to snatch my clutch as he helped me to my feet.
We hurried down the hall and through the front door to the car, him at my side. He'd parked at the back edge of the lot which lead to an empty unused dark field. The January night was unseasonably warm, yet we still couldn't get across the pavement fast enough. When I went to reach for my door handle, he nudged me forward. "I said the hood. I said now."
Relieved and uncaring anymore who might see what, I followed willingly. His hands grasped my waist and positioned my ass in the center of the wide hood. "Brace your hands behind you." I did as I was told, wanting to please him, wanting to be his naughty whore. With my back arched and my breasts thrust forward he dragged my full tits out of my shirt and bra, baring them to the night sky and his touch. He leaned down and claimed my mouth as he molded my heavy breasts in his hands. His tongue swept my mouth and took ownership. My tongue battled back expressing my own wanton need. He broke away and reached for his zipper. "Drop your shoes and put your feet on the bumper. Legs spread. Wide." His long, hard dick was in his hand. My mouth watered. He stroked himself as he took in my pose. My half-lidded stare. My parted, bruised lips. He stepped back and pulled out his phone to snap my picture. I blatantly held my stance.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your whore."
With a groan he pushed his phone back into his coat and stepped between my welcoming thighs. His fingers opened my pussy lips wide, then he thrust into the hot grip of my wet hole. "Yes, Daddy. Hard..." I begged.
His hands molded my tits. His dick rode me deep and hard. Between his grinding teeth he praised me, "Fuck yes, you're a good whore for Daddy. Make me cum with that greedy sweet cunt of yours." He drove his cock to the back of my cunt and held me there against him. It was too much. He was so deep.
"Daddy..." I cried.
He pulled back half way then sank completely into me again. I threw back my head and shattered. I cried to the moon as a second surge of cum gushed from my pussy. His groan echoed mine and the heat of his nut flooded my womb. Wave after wave of bliss crashed over me. My braced arms slowly gave way, and I collapsed gently to the hood panting. Not unmoved, he followed me down. His head resting momentarily on my breasts.
"You're the devil," I whispered.
"Yes, I am," he admitted. "Get use to it."
My low laugh drifted across the lot to the exiting diners. Yet, no one could see my lover and I across the way tucked away in our intimate embrace. We took our time just as we'd taken our pleasure. Selfishly and unapologetically.
~Kitten
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