“Go to him, darling”, he commands me softly and then he kisses my shoulder tenderly. My lips turn up in a shy smile and I do as I am told, like the good girl that I am. He likes me when I am obedient, and I love it when he praises me for how well behaved I am.
With a last look towards my Master and an approving nod from him, I start walking slowly towards the man sited in the armchair across the room. He is tall, I can see that even if he’s sitting down. Fit body for a 50yo man. The room is shrouded in semi-darkness, but I know from earlier this evening that his hair has only the barest hint of grey in it and his eyes are the greenest of green. He is looking at me intently now, watching me coming to him and I remember how intense his gaze is. That’s the first thing that drew me to him. His amazing, penetrating green eyes.
I saw him at the bar, whiskey tumbler in hand, scanning the crowd. He didn’t seem to look for something, someone in particular. Just… observing. He was dressed in a dark blue suit. His tie was slightly loosened, and the top button of his shirt was undone. I was immediately hooked. At 30 years old, older men are my weakness and my master knows me well. I was observing Green Eyes just as he was observing everyone else and I was pleased when his eyes met mine and stayed on me. I was wet already, just from his gaze on me. I couldn’t help but wonder how much wetter he can get me with his hands, lips, cock. “I want him”, I immediately told Master. He followed my gaze, studied the man for a few moments. “Then it’s him you shall have, My Love”.
Master went to him, bought him a new drink and, while I stayed at our table, they discussed rules. I could see the exact moment Master told him what we want from him. His head snapped to me immediately, eyes incredulous. And then his shock turned quick into concern. He was looking at me, kind eyes asking me if this is what I want if it’s my choice to be here. That made me want him even more. I gave him my most dazzling smile and nodded in reassurance. I could see that his concern also impressed Master and was what got his final approval.
As they talked, Green Eyes would turn his head to me, sometimes his gaze was roaming my body, undressing me with his eyes, other times looking for reassurance again, making sure that I haven’t changed my mind. The talk only lasted, maybe, ten minutes but it seemed like a week to me. I wanted him so bad. My body was thrumming with excitement and impatience. Green Eyes finally raised from his chair at the bar and took the room key Master handed him. With one last look and smile in my direction, he turned his back and left.
“Patience, My Love”, Master tells me as he comes back to me, noticing I am almost bouncing in my seat, so eager I am to go to Green Eyes. “Let me feel”, he orders as he sits down beside me and I immediately turn my body towards his and spread my legs for him. He wants to feel how wet I am. He always makes sure I want this as much as I say I do. Hid hand slips underneath my dress. Gently, he caresses my thigh starting from my knee and moving upwards. His fingers finally reach my panties, which he easily moves aside and he slowly, oh so slowly, inserts a finger inside me. His eyes never leaving mine the entire time. “Mhmm. So very wet, My Love. I approve” he murmurs softly then he bends his head and traces my lips with the tip of his tongue.
He slowly penetrates me with his index finger while his thumb traces patterns up and down between my cunt lips. He occasionally flicks my clit, but not too much. It’s not the time for cumming quite yet. He just likes to torture me.
I am not entirely sure that the people in the restaurant can’t see what we’re doing, but his eyes keep me mesmerised. I can’t find the will to turn my head and look around us. Nor do I care very much, to be honest. Exhibitionism comes with the territory. The thought of being seen only makes me hornier. Master removes his fingers and I feel instantaneously empty and bereft. “Don’t fret My Love. You’ll feel this and more soon enough” Master tells me reading my emotions like I’m an open book. He then puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean of my juices. I almost cum then and there. I love it when he does that. With a wicked smile, he raises and extends his hand for me to take it. It’s time.
And this is how I’ve come to stand in front of Green Eyes now. He’s still sitting down, looking up at me. The concern is long gone from his eyes by this point to be replaced with lust. “You know the rules. As long as you don’t stray she’s all yours starting this moment”, Master tells him from across the room. He’s seated in an armchair, much like the one Green Eyes is sitting, a glass of wine in his hand. Green Eyes takes one last sip of whiskey, puts the glass down on the floor, near the chair’s leg and stands. “I’d like you to undress me, please”, he tells me.
I take one step towards him. Our toes are touching. It’s not necessary to be this close to him to undress him but I am suddenly very curious to see what he smells like. I reach for his tie and pull it off its knot and then let it fall on the floor at our feet. I put my palms on his chest and slowly move them towards his shoulders and push his suit jacket down until it, too, falls on the floor. My hands still on him, I walk around and stop at his back. My arms snake to his front and I start unbuttoning his shirt. I take advantage of the fact he can’t see me and I sniff him. *Mhmmm!* I silently moan. He smells so good. Sandalwood, I think, and a bit of Musk. My panties are soaking wet. I can’t wait to lick him.
Once all the buttons of his shirt are undone, I walk around him again, coming back to face him. I take his right hand and undo the button on his sleeve then do the same with his left. The shirt too joins the tie and jacket on the floor. His smell is even more potent now that he’s naked from waist up. I can’t control myself and lift up on my toes and smell his neck. Green Eyes tilts his head to the right to give me more access. I take advantage of this and do what I wanted to do earlier. I lick him from the base of his neck to his ear and down again. Then I lightly bite his collarbone. I have a thing for collarbones. He hisses but does not push me away.
I find the texture of his skin and his smell quite addictive so I am reluctant to separate my lips from him, so I start kissing him from his neck to his chest and down to his happy trail. My hands are not idle all this time. My left hand is stroking his cock through the material of his trousers while my right hand is working to undo the belt and zipper. I already like his cock. From what I can feel, it seems to be a good size. Big enough to hurt while going inside me and I love a little bit of pain.
Once his trousers are undone, I hook my fingers in the waistband and start to kneel in front of him taking them with me as I go. I gasp in delight and then lick my lips when I notice he went commando. I move to lift his foot so I can take the shoes off but he stops me. “No, it’s fine, I can do that”, he tells me gently and extends his hand for me to take it. I do as requested but when he tries to help me rise up, I pull on his hand, signalling that I want to remain kneeling. I take his index and middle fingers and put them in my mouth and start sucking them. He groans and toes his shoes off then bends to take his socks off. He steps out of the trousers and pushes them away from him.
The second he’s free from the confines of his clothes the greedy slut in me takes control and I pull his hips towards me. With any other prelude, I start to suck him off. He’s not completely hard and I love to feel a cock grow inside my mouth. I am not using my hands and he’s quite big, as I assumed, so I am not able to fit him all inside but the aim is not to get him off yet. I just couldn’t wait to taste him. His hands immediately go to my head and his fingers are fisting in my hair. I can hear Master’s slow chuckle and his whisper of “greedy little slut” from behind me. I don’t pay any attention to it, though. I am focusing on the cock inside my mouth. My head is bobbing up and down taking as much as possible of his shaft inside, the harder I suck the bigger he gets. I’ll have to stop soon.
I don’t have to worry about that though, because Green Eyes pulls out of my mouth a second later. “Enough, Poppet, I don’t want to cum just yet. You hardly had any fun”, he tells me with a wink and a smile on his face. He pulls me up and gives me a small kiss on the lips. He brushes the back of his fingers over my tits. I am not wearing any bra and my nipples are already hard but the sensation makes them even more so. He hums appreciatively. “My turn now”, he whispers, and I think it’s more to himself.
Mirroring my earlier moves, he gets behind me and starts caressing my back with the tip of his fingers. The dress I am wearing has no back and his touch gives me goosebumps all over my skin. I shiver in pleasure and a small moan escapes my lips. He continues to trace patterns on my back with his fingers while he kisses my shoulder and neck. He lightly bites me and then he licks the place where his teeth have been. I’d love it if he would bite harder, I love pain, but one of the rules is *no marks* so I know he won’t do it.
He slowly pushes the dress down my shoulders and my arms until it pools at my fit, then he helps me step out of it. He doesn’t make any more to remove my shoes or panties nor does he instruct that I do it myself so I assume he wants me to keep them on.
He remains behind me and one of his hands goes to my chest and starts pinching my nipples and kneading my tits. They are not very big but enough for a handful. The other hand moves lower, between my legs and inside my red, lacy panties. A groan comes out of his chest when he feels how wet I am. His fingers glide between my cunt lips effortlessly and the sound that they make is obscene and so damn horny. He pushes my legs apart with his knees and inserts two fingers inside my pussy. His other hand is still moving from one breast to the other, giving them both the same attention.
I barely register that he starts walking us forward. He’s fingerfucking me in earnest now and I am lost to anything but the feel of his fingers inside me and his hand on my tits. We are right in front of the chair he was sitting in earlier and he guides my hands to hold on to the arms while he’s lightly pushing me down. Once bent over he spreads my legs again, kneels behind me and moves my panties away. I was expecting it but am still surprised when I feel his tongue on my clit. “Fuuuuuk!” I hiss between my lips. The pressure on my clit feels so good I am afraid I’ll cum. I look down and I can see his head moving between my legs.
I grip the arms of the chair harder, hard enough that my knuckles are whiter than white. His face is covered in my juices and his nose is buried between my lips, I briefly wonder if he can breathe. He doesn’t seem to mind so I chase the thought away. He slowly inserts one finger in my cunt, then two, then the third. He starts pumping them, slow at first then faster and faster. His tongue is still licking my clit, my pussy lips, and he’s lapping all the juices that now seem to flow freely down his face and even down my thighs. He gently nips my clit with his teeth and my knees buckle making me afraid I’ll fall on him.
He licks my swollen cunt for a little while longer, his three fingers fucking me rough at this point. He sucks my lips into his mouth, sucks on my clit a few seconds then abruptly rises from his position. I barely have time to miss all the attention on my cunt when he buries his cock to the hilt in one hard thrust. I was right. It does hurt. But, *oh, God*, the pain is so delicious. He moves my hands from the arms of the chair and positions me to rest on my forearms and elbows. Once he’s satisfied with my new position, he takes a hold of my hips and I brace myself.
He starts thrusting hard and deep and I am thankful he’s holding my hips otherwise I am not sure I would have been able to keep myself from falling over the chair. He didn’t give me any time to adjust to his girth so it’s still a little painful, but I love it. The pain only adds to the already immense pleasure I am feeling. It makes it even better. The sounds that he’s making are driving me insane with pleasure. Add to that the exquisite sensation of his huge cock pounding me without mercy and the earlier ministrations, and I am not sure how much or if I can keep from cumming. It’s not strictly prohibited, but I know Master likes it if I don’t cum by another’s man cock.
Green Eyes is breathing hard and he’s fucking me even harder. He’s already all the way in but he’s trying to go deeper still. I love it. I want him to go deeper. I need him deeper. The pain is still there, and I wish it doesn’t go away. “Harder!”, I hear myself say. “Deeper, please”, I beg like the insatiable slut that I am. He complies and he thrusts harder and harder. I push back on his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. We are both panting hard now, barely able to breathe. I can feel beads of his sweat falling on my back. That too adds to the pleasure.
I can feel his thrusts are a bit out of rhythm now. He pushes inside me one more time, two times, three and with a deep groan, he cums inside me. His hips never stop moving in and out of my cunt but not as hard now. He moves a lot slower, just riding the climax. He falls forward, exhausted, but he catches himself with his hands on the arms of the chair before he can crush me. He’s kissing my neck, my shoulders, between my shoulder blades. His hips lazily thrust in me. After a few minutes and with a final kiss on my neck, he raises and steps away from me.
I have not been given permission to move, so I stay where I am, in the same position listening to the sounds Green Eyes is making as he puts his clothes on, walks to the door, opens it and, without a word, closes it behind him.
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