Date Night [Fm] [Femdom]

The lyft ride back from the restaurant had involved a good deal of giggling and furtive groping and embarrassed glances to see if the driver was watching them in the rear view mirror. Stumbling into her apartment, they exchanged tipsy pleasantries with her roommate before hurrying into her bedroom and slamming the door behind them.

She fetched her bluetooth speaker and searched for a playlist while he embraced her from behind. He playfully bit her neck and she shivered and spun around to face him, laughing as their mouths met. They kissed for a long time, their hands slowly exploring each other, their antic energy subsiding.

She pulled away abruptly and regarded him. Her gaze showed no trace of her earlier bounciness; it smoldered like dry ice. He felt it as a flutter in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed audibly, knowing what would happen next.

“Strip.” Her voice was flat and authoritative, her mouth set in a forbidding line.

He took two steps backward, his eyes locked on hers. The room was suddenly so quiet that he could hear the muted sounds of the television her roommate was watching in the other room. He bent to take off his shoes and socks before peeling off his sport coat and letting it fall to the floor. His fingers were at the top button of his white shirt when she halted him with another quiet word.

“Stop.” Her eyes never wavered.

“Pants first,” she continued. “Then your underwear. I want to see that stiff thing of yours poking out from under your dress shirt. I want you to feel how ridiculous you look that way.”

His heart racing, he hastened to comply. Hie fumbled with his belt and zipper, and pushed down his trousers and briefs so that they pooled at his feet. He was distressed to feel how erect he was already.

“Look at you,” she murmured, “all hard and quivering for me.” She tsked. “Pull your shirt up and turn around for me; I want to see that ass.”

Breathing heavily now, he did as she was told. “Nasty boy,” she exclaimed. “With your nasty little cock and your cute little tush.”

“Yes Miss,” he sighed. And then his mouth clamped shut as her eyes narrowed.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, boy.” Her voice was pure dry ice. “This won’t do at all. I think you need to be reminded of your place.” She paused, as if weighing her options.

“Slap your cock for me. Hard.”

He whimpered.

“Do it!”

He slapped his rigid penis with his right hand and grimaced as it bobbed to and fro.

“Now that wasn’t very hard at all, was it boy. Do it again, harder.”

He delivered another stinging smack to his cock, which immediately blushed a furious red.

“Harder.”

This time he made himself cry out with the force of the blow. He was trembling, unsteady on his feet. He looked up at her imploringly.

“Harder,” she ordered, pitiless.

“Agghhh!” he exclaimed as he struck himself again. His knees buckled and he nearly fell.

“Good boy,” she cooed, her frosty facade cracking, her arousal evident. “Now get over here and lick my cunt.”

With a groan of relief he approached her and dropped to his knees. She twitched aside her wraparound skirt to grant him access and he set to his task like someone perishing of thirst who has just been handed a glass of water.

She was sopping wet. With a confidence born of much practice, he worked his tongue across her labia and around clitoris, teasing her, making her moan huskily. She reached back to brace herself against the nightstand with one hand, while the other massaged her breast through her velvet top.

“That’s it, nasty boy,” she grunted, “worship that pussy. This pussy owns you. You’re a slave to this pussy. Eat it. Eat it! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

She stiffened and held her breath for a long moment while he attacked her clit with his tongue and lips. Then she convulsed and let out a strangled “fuck!” as she doubled over and slid onto the bed.

He remained on his knees, dazed. His face was dripping with her juices, and his engorged cock leaked precum in a clear strand onto the hardwood floor. The room smelled of her sex. For several seconds, all they could hear was each other’s pants and tiny vocalizations. The tv in the other room was conspicuously silent.

“That was just what I needed,” she finally said. “Good boy. Miss is pleased with you.”

He rose from the floor and moved toward the bed, his cock jutting out in front of him, his expression hungry. She chuckled, which made him stop in his tracks.

“Oh you think you get to fuck me now, is that it? Nasty boy wants to get off?”

“Well…” he began cautiously.

She cut him off with a dismissive wave. “I don’t think so. You made me cum, which was nice. Now I’m sleepy and I think you should leave.”

Aching with frustrated desire but knowing bettert than to protest, he began collecting his clothes.

“One more thing,” she said as he was preparing to take his leave. “No touching yourself when you get home. In fact, you don’t get to cum until I tell you. Goodnight.”

She rolled over and turned her back to him, leaving him exit the bedroom without another word.

As he walked down the hallway toward the front door, he passed her roommate, still lounging on the couch in front of the television, which was playing with the sound off. He began to stammer a greeting, only to fall silent when he noticed her visibly ogling the tent in his pants.

She arched a mocking eyebrow at him and smirked, then turned back to the tv. His face burning with embarrassment, he slipped out the front door and into the cold night.

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