Q: How do you get ruin a girl’s one-year anniversary?
A: By filming a video of her begging to slobber on your thick cock, followed by ten minutes of actual cock-slobbering and another ten of cock-riding, before you shoot your load into her fertile pussy… while her boyfriend waits obediently for her in the fancy restaurant he brought her to celebrate in!
Oh wait – that’s not how you ruin the girl’s one-year anniversary. That’s how you make it better. It’s how you ruin the **guy’s** one-year anniversary. After all, *she* was left moaning in an orgasmic bliss and begging for more. And even for him, well – he was left with a nice present.
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It was their one-year anniversary, and Eddie & Alison couldn’t be happier together. They were one of **those** couples – you know, the ones that fall in love at first sight when their eyes beheld each other at college, who are almost unbearably mushy and clingy, but are also unfairly attractive. They were the kind of match that just **fit**, the kind of compatibility that seems to belong only to the realm of attractive people. And they were the envy (and the target of silent resent) of most of their friends.
Eddie was a well-built sportsman with an inner romantic: the kind of guy girls would dream and gush about, as if he came right out of a Disney movie. He looked imposing enough to intimidate most, yet soft enough when around the right person. He wasn’t perfect – of course, but he was wealthy enough to sufficiently pamper Alison on important days like these, and to dress proper for the occasion. This, coupled with his inner romantic, meant that their night was set to be off to a magical start at the *Mal* – a **very** fancy restaurant that required reservations to be made months in advance, and for good reason. It was located at the very top of a skyscraper hotel, boasting panoramic views of the cityscape and the ocean in the distance, and was helmed by a world-class chef.
Dressed to the nines, Eddie & Alison arrived at the *Mal* ahead of their reservation and lounged in the waiting area while waiting for the previous seating’s table to free up. Not that they minded the wait, because they got to sit snug together and cuddle up against each other while waiting their turn on an elegant, but comfortable sofa.
From a stranger’s perspective, they were an adorable and stunningly attractive couple. Eddie was decked out in a well-fitted suit while Alison was wearing a beautiful red off-shoulder evening gown that showed off enough of her body that even the most respectable gentleman would turn back for a second take. As dresses go, this was a relatively low-cut dress, which fit Alison’s petite frame very well – revealing just enough cleavage from her shapely B cup breasts. In any case, Alison was *all-round* attractive; her face was radiant and always cheerful, her deep blue eyes would sparkle as if they could gaze into the very depths of your soul. Her fit and toned body, topped off with a rounded & pert ass, was just the cherry on top.
Given how attractive they both were and how secure they were in their relationship, neither of them really noticed when another handsome stranger gave Alison a significantly longer double-take than you’d ordinarily expect. Neither did they notice him going up to the Maître D’ and having a few words with him, and how quickly he entered the restaurant with a table – even while they were waiting. They just didn’t care. So they obviously didn’t realise that they were ushered into the restaurant just after him.
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As she settled into the spacious round booth seat with Eddie, Alison heaved a sigh of contentedness. The view was amazing – and their booth seats meant that they had access to both the wonderful view and to each other: visually, and physically. Alison reached for Eddie’s hand, grasping it firmly in hers, staring into his eyes with appreciation. Her eyes were sparkling, as they do when she was very happy.
“Happy anniversary, baby” she whispered in Eddie’s ear as she leaned in for a kiss. Eddie returned the kiss with equal fervor and passion, lost in her luscious lips. Had the waiter not come by and coughed awkwardly to take their order, they might have been lost in that kiss for much longer.
Just before their meal began, a bottle of champagne was delivered to their table: a fine bottle of Dom Perignon. “With compliments from our owner” the waiter said, beaming broadly at the couple, “he heard it was your anniversary, and would like to pop by to offer his congratulations personally, if you don’t mind?”
Pleasantly surprised at the gesture, Eddie and Alison thought no more of it than a friendly gesture from an upscale restaurant keen to make special occasions a good memory for its guests. They nodded, “of course!”. Had they paid more attention, they might have realized that it was odd for the owner of any restaurant – much less such an expensive and prestigious one – to come down to congratulate a young couple on their one year anniversary. And they might have even noticed that the man looked a little familiar. But they were too lost in love – in one another, to care.
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“Eddie and Alison, is it?” the tall, bespectacled, handsome stranger arrived in a T-Shirt and jeans, beaming at the couple, reaching out his hand, “you can call my Mr. T. Allow me to extend my congratulations to you both for your one-year anniversary.”
He shook Eddie’s hand first, looking him directly in the eye, “you’re a very lucky young man, Eddie. I’m sure you don’t mind if I take a seat with the both of you for a while?”
Eddie was quick to nod his head. This was clearly the owner of the restaurant, to whom the dress code was strictly optional. And if the owner was kind enough to send over such an expensive bottle of champagne, surely Eddie could oblige him a few minutes of their time.
“And Alison, congratulations to you. You’re such a beautiful young woman, and I hope he’s been treating you well. You should leave him if he isn’t.” Mr. T slid up right next to Alison, a little too close for comfort, looking deep into her blue eyes as he shook her hand. She was a little taken aback at how close this stranger was, and yet he’d given her such great advice the moment she met him. It was true – she was a true beauty and a true gem, and if Eddie ever failed to treat her well she ought to leave him. She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t thought of this before.
Mr. T put his arm around her waist, his hands flitting dangerously close to her chest. “You know, Alison, most men would kill to have a night with you, and this young man has you to himself every night. Has he been making good use of his time, fucking you well? Satisfying you in bed?” Mr. T spoke in a deep, commanding voice – and even though Eddie was a little taken aback by his questions, Alison found them perfectly reasonable. After all, her sexual life was nothing to be ashamed of – if anything, Eddie ought to be ashamed.
“Well… he gets me sometimes, but I get the feeling that sometimes I’m satisfying him more than the other way around. I mean, he’s big enough that it doesn’t really matter *how* he does it, but I just don’t always cum each time, you know? A girl’s gotta cum.” the words were out of Alison’s mouth before Eddie could stop her – his face contorting into a strange mix of confusion and anger. On one hand – how dare this stranger come and ask these kinds of questions to his beautiful girlfriend? On the other hand… had he really not been making her cum each time they made love? He reached for Alison’s hand and held it tight.
“Baby, what is this? Why are you telling him that?” Eddie whispered to Alison, not intending for the owner to hear him. “I… don’t know. It just felt… right?” Alison, thought forthcoming with her earlier answer, was also confused at just *how* forthcoming she was. She didn’t question it, initially, but now that Eddie asked her…
“Oh Eddie, don’t be sensitive. Real men have nothing to be ashamed about, right?” Mr. T turned his attention to Eddie, locking eyes with him. “If you’re not up to satisfying her sexually, you could always learn, you know. I know you’d do *anything* to learn how to satisfy her, yes?” Mr. T raised his right eyebrow ever so slightly, as if expectant of the response that was to come.
Eddie nodded his head. He treasured Alison, and he wanted her to go away from their sexual liaisons just as happy as he did. If there was something he could improve on, something he could do to satisfy her – he’d do it. He was glad this stranger asked. The way he asked it and the confidence he had reassured Eddie that Mr. T knew his stuff. He could be trusted.
“That’s great. I’ll teach you. Give her to me for a few hours, and I’ll make you a nice instructional video on how to make her cum each time.” Continuing to lock eyes with Eddie, Mr. T smiled somewhat sinisterly. Alison’s eyes widened at Mr. T’s request, and she gripped Eddie’s hand tightly, moving towards him.
Eddie shook his head in disbelief. “She’s not mine to give away, man. She’s her own person.” Eddie pulled Alison closer to him. “We appreciate your ‘advice’ and the champagne, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave now. You’re making us both quite uncomfortable.”
Almost expectantly, Mr. T continued smiling, “so you’re saying that if she wants to come with me and have the best sex that she’s ever had, you’re not going to stop me?”
“She doesn’t want to. And you’re delusional if you think otherwise. Owner of this restaurant or not, this is bordering on criminal harassment.” Eddie reached for his phone on the table, preparing to record what was transpiring so that he could take action later on.
“Wait.” Mr. T’s voice rang out commandingly, and Eddie’s hand stopped midway to his phone. Mr. T turned his attention to Alison, tilting his head slightly to meet her eyes. “Alison, if you come with me, I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want tonight. You know you want to. You’re already feeling aroused, and a little wet just thinking about that, aren’t you?”
To her great shock, Alison felt her panties grow a little moist. She was wet, and she was aroused, and to cap it off – she was feeling intense sexual desire for this mysterious stranger. She still loved Eddie, of course, but the promise of multiple orgasms tonight… that would make her anniversary perfect. It’s not as if Eddie would have definitely made her cum tonight, anyway. She let go of Eddie’s hand and took hold of the owner’s outstretched hand.
“That’s a good girl. It feels good to take my advice, I know.” Mr. T’s smile turned into a broad grin, even as Alison felt a slight shiver of pleasure race through her body. This man was special, and she needed to know more. Eddie would understand – after all, he said he’d do *anything* to satisfy her. She needed this **now**.
Still practically frozen in place, Eddie’s mind was racing and incoherent. A part of him screamed to put an end to all this, to jump in and somehow stop this owner. But the other part of him was screaming louder: this was what was going to make Alison satisfied. Was there a better present he could get her this day? Besides, the man promised a video…
“It’s good to see you thinking so hard about what to do, Eddie. **I** think you’ve made the right decision in not doing anything rash. I’ll reward you for that. But for now, just sit here and enjoy your dinner and champagne… and maybe think about me fucking your girl’s throat while she begs for it.” Mr. T turned his attention to Eddie again, winking at him as he finished off. Eddie’s eyes widened, but he found his thoughts turning to a picture of Alison on her knees for another man, obediently taking his entire shaft down her throat. He shuddered. Was it pain? Or was it pleasure? Alison didn’t even respond to that crude remark – was she… really going to let this stranger have his way with her pretty face?
The owner nodded approvingly as he stood up and put his hands around Alison’s waist once more, pulling her tight towards him. He turned to face Eddie, “good. Now give me your phone, and don’t leave until you get it back. My staff will assist you if you need anything.” Mr. T stretched the palm of his hand towards Eddie, waiting expectantly. Without hesitation now, Eddie handed his phone over. “Have a good time, okay Alison?”
“Oh Eddie, I will. I really need this. Thanks for not kicking up a fuss. We’ll have some fun later?” Alison spoke, somewhat surreally, as she clung tight to this handsome stranger she’d only just met, standing there in all her beauty and elegance in juxtaposition to the plainly dressed stranger. She flashed Eddie a radiant smile, even as her thoughts continued to race.
“You’re doing the right thing, Alison. You know I’ll make you very happy.” Mr. T whispered in Alison’s ear, sending another small wave of pleasure through her, and chasing all other thoughts she had away. “What were you planning on doing tonight anyway, Eddie?” Mr. T asked, even as they turned to leave.
“I… was going to bring her to a room that I booked downstairs. We’d start off with more champagne, bubble baths, and if she’s up for it – a good long session of sex.” The words were out of Eddie’s mouth before he realized it, but he had no regrets – Mr. T needed to know if he was going to be able to help Eddie.
“What a coincidence, I’m going to do the same. Just that last part though – I promise you Alison will get a good fucking from me.” Mr. T walked away with Alison in tow, his hands moving down towards her round ass, giving it a tight squeeze. Alison flinched – but was it shock, or was it pleasure?
//
To be continued…
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