My girlfriend Dakota Johnson was working at the library when I met her. She seemed sweet and shy, and I gotta admit, I had the hots for her. Maybe she wasn’t glamorous supermodel level hot, but I’ve always been attracted to the pretty, somewhat innocent types. Plus, I could tell that she liked me, too. Always biting her lip, fidgeting with her glasses, trying to hold back a smile when she talked to me. Her blushing cheeks always gave her away. After some time, I convinced her to go out with me, and I began to see her starting to come out of her reserved shell, much to my delight.
It was a Monday morning. We had gone to the local cafe for breakfast and coffee before work. The girl just loved spending time with me. We had been directed to our booth, and had just sat down, when I saw a mischievous smile form across her face. She looked around, before slinking over to scooch up beside me. “*Honey, I’ve got an idea*”, she said in a sweet, but naughty tone. “*Oh*”, I replied, “*and what might that be*?” I soon found out, as I felt her hand sliding up my inner thigh, making its way across my hardening bulge. “*I…wanna make you cum…right here in the cafe*”, she smirked. My cock liked the sound of that. “*But here’s the deal, mister*”, she said, firmly gripping my cock through my trousers, “*You can’t make a fucking sound. No matter how good my soft hands feel around your cock, you’re not allowed to make even a whimper. Sound good*?”
I gulped, as Dakota squeezed by bulge again. “*Yeah, sure*”, I replied as my cock stiffened even further. Dakota reached her dainty fingers down, undoing my belt and my zipper, as she watched for anyone who might be eyeing us in our booth. Thankfully the restaurant used large table-clothes, so no one could see as Dakota reached inside my underwear and fished out my already-aching cock. “*Ooo, hard already I see*”, she purred, “*let’s see how much harder I can make him*”. My eyes rolled back in my head as she began pumping me with a firm grip, right here in the middle of this crowded restaurant. I let out a tiny moan, and her hand stopped moving. I looked at her and our eyes met. “*Baby, what did I tell you about making noise*?”, she said, in a slightly annoyed tone. “*If you moan, I’m going to stop. You know that I love stroking this cock, but this is my favorite cafe, and I don’t want to get caught and thrown out, OK, sweetie*?”
I nodded, as she starting pumping me again, at the same time letting out a sweet little giggle. She had total control over me, and she damn well knew it.
She stroked me for a few more minutes, telling me about things she had lined up for the day, and what she planned to do with me (and to me) once she got home. Something along the lines of cooking me dinner, watching a movie before bed and then fucking my fucking brains out. I had to resist the urge to moan at the thought, and she didn’t make it any easier when she reached inside my pants and pulled out my balls, before slowing starting to squeeze and palpitate them in her hands. I shuttered a little. “*Now, now, honey, don’t make a scene*”, she smiled with a devious grin. With one hand, Dakota fondled my balls while the other worked vigorously up and down my shaft. It wasn’t going to take long for me to cum now.
I was getting close. I bit my lip as she applied some spit to my cock, working me even harder than before. We could both see the waitress working our way towards our table. “*Please, baby, please*,” I moaned in the lowest volume possible, “*I’m close. Fuck I’m close*.” That’s when I noticed that naughty smirk on her face again. She leaned in close to my ear, and whispered softly to me. “*Sweetie, the waitress will be here in a minute. I’m going to begin stroking you even faster, and I want you to cum for me right now. OK? But, if you moan, or make any fucking sound whatsoever, I’ll let go of this throbbing cock of yours, and make you ruin your orgasm. OK, babe*?” I nodded. “*Good boy*”, she said as her tongue darted out to lick my ear hole for a few seconds, before whispering to me, “*now cum*”.
I looked down just in time to see my swollen cock pulsing in Dakota’s hand, as rope after rope of semen erupted from my balls out the tip of my cock, each landing on either the floor or the tablecloth beneath us. My eyes clamped shut, and I’m surprised I didn’t bite through my bottom lip, trying not to make a noise while Dakota’s hand stroked and squeezed my throbbing shaft, milking out several more ropes of cream, before my head leaned back and I began softly panting. “*Hmmm. That’s my good boy*”, she purred as her pumping slowed to a crawl, and I experienced the last of the aftershocks. “*Such a good boy. You didn’t make even a whimper as you came, sweetie*”. I smiled and looked at her. That mischievous smirk was still there, but in her eyes was the adoring look of a woman who really liked being my partner and enjoyed making me happy. It warmed my heart, as well as my cock.
But that adoring smile was quickly replaced with a look of mild panic. “*Shit. Baby, the waitress is coming.. Put your cock away*”, Dakota said hurriedly, reaching for the menu, before noticing that her fingers were covered in my cum. “*Good morning, folks. What can I get you this morning*?”, asked the waitress. Dakota let out a nervous giggle, as she could feel my juices sliding down her hands. “*Honey*”, she looked at me, “*would you mind holding up the menu for me so I can decide, please*?”
“*Yes, dear*”.
We ordered, and the waitress excused herself. Dakota and I exchanged naughty glances, each smiling coyly at each other. “*Do you think she knew*?”, I asked, curious to get Dakota’s response. “*Probably, by the way you were still panting*”, she giggled, as she brushed my face with her finger. “*Umm, baby, did you forget something*?” I said, noticing my cum still coating her fingers. “*Oh yes, of course*”, Dakota replied, sticking each of her fingers in her mouth, and proceeding to lick each one of them clean. My cock stirred again. “*That was yummy*”, she said with a big smile.
A few seconds went by, before she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “*can I have seconds*?”
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