Peaches

She felt his presence even before she saw him. Her body responded immediately knowing he finally arrived at the restaurant just as her phone rang. It was him. His deep southern voice resonated through her mind as her thoughts swirled. As she entered the parking lot her heart race. Her palms already slick with sweat from nerves. She knew he was already there. Even before her hand reached for the turn signal she could feel his presence. The weeks of anticipation had left her hands trembling and clumsy as she fumbles to call and let him know she’s arrived, but just as it begins rings she is started by a gentle tap on the window. It’s him. As she open the door cautiously he slowly steps in the door way before she can stand to greet him. His finger tips brushing the violet hair from her face as he gently graces her cheek. Looking into her eyes he realizes instantly that no matter how vivid his memory her beauty surpasses every vision. His finger tips swirling through her hair and massaging the back of her head only compounding her inability to think of anything but giving in. As his finger wind around the back of her head he leans in to finally taste her lipstick stained mouth. His tongue gently parting her lips as he slowly and deeply probes every inch. Asking in a soft but stern voice as he pulls away, “did you do what I asked”. Her face instantly flushing red as she nods and hikes her skirt mid thigh. Days earlier he had instructed her in a very stern, and out of character message that she was to wear a thong not satin, a skirt that comes above the knee, a top that shows some cleavage, and a light colored bra. His devious smirk widening with every bit of progress as her supple thighs parted to reveal a powder blue thong out lining the soft curves of her mound. The cool breeze hitting the chilling the few dew drops of her juices just beginning to make their presence known and giving away her arousal. Her knees shaking as he just started in awe, so deeply she can feel his eyes tracing every curve, his eyes glazing over as he is pulled further and further away from reality by her stunning curves. “How will we ever get through dinner when dessert looks so perfect?”
The words drove like a freight train through her mind. Rattling ever desire and need, dragging them to the surface. His teeth barely barely dragging his lip in anticipation as the last syllable leaves his tongue. Knowing just how badly he desires to devour her making it near impossible to keep her from wrapping her hands around his head, forcing him to his knees, and just grind against his eager mouth to finally relieve even a slight amount of this torment.
We should make our way to the table.

As he escorted her to the door he guided her through the entry with a firm hand on the small of her back. Keeping her close and on track as they followed their server to the table. She missed his touch as much as he missed her presence. This small gesture reaffirming what she already knew, he would be directing every aspect of the evening. It still baffled her how such a gentleman could be forced into becoming an absolute animal, dripping with primal urges stronger than the tides. Enjoying what is given, tasting what is offered, and taking what he wants. She only need say the word and he will simply melt into a ball of sexual desire and tension that manifested as the most passionate and caring of doms, just as she would give him anything the moment he asked within the blink of an eye like the good cumslut she is. He pulled a chair for her then seated himself beside her.

As dinner pandered on they made small talk in an effort to keep up appearances. Each trying to make stray glances and gentle touches appear as innocent as possible when in reality neither could help but stare or touch the other. It had been far too long since their skin had met and this caused the evening to speed along in a blur with no real recognition of their surroundings.

Did the diners around them know? Could they see the tension building as she became hypnotized at the sight of his tongue dancing between his teeth as they talked about sports and work? Or her body shuddering every time he slyly slips in a compliment into the conversation in an almost seamless fashion? Remembering the gentle strokes and forceful kisses that inspired wave after wave of divine orgasmic pleasure when they last met only causing greater distraction. Could they see his eyes wander as he began reminiscing of slow and deliberate kisses up her legs as she shifted in her chair every time his large hand found her thigh? Her whimpers and moans of bliss ringing in his ears even weeks after and haunting his dreams, now becoming reality again as his hands ventures further up her thigh. His fingertips working their way under the fabric of her skirt, tracing circles on her inner thigh as she spreads just enough for the cool air to make her very conscious of the every so slightly damp state of her panties. Stopping short of her thong on each pass making her eyes roll and breath deepen in anticipation each time he traced the crease of her thigh barely nudging the outer seam of her ever moistening cotton. He was weak for her in a way he had not known in ages. He just couldn’t seem to keep his hand off her legs when a devious thought began forming at the sight of another woman diner seated across from them. Her gaze continually shifting between their conversation, her own table, and the slow movements becoming more deliberate and noticeable under our own table.

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If he keeps this up I’m going to throw him on this table and ride his face like my life depended on it, Peaches thought as his hand danced down the transition between her panties thighs. Just close enough to inspire, but just soft enough to tease. As she shifts in her chair he leans in brushing her vivid hair away from her ear. His breath flowing down her neck combined with feeling the warmth radiating off his skin as he scoops her soft lobe into his mouth in a very quick suck nibble that sent shivers down her spine and electricity to his finger tip that were now focusing on slow firmer sweeps across her panties. It felt like an eternity from the moment she felt his warm mouth, as her mind wandered in an inability focus and her body submits to his every desire. In reality it was only a second and just as quick as his teeth grazed her skin he released. In a fluid motion just as her flesh left his lips he scooted her chair a bit closer by her thigh. His firm grasp causing Peaches again to whimper as his finger tips dug into her long, succulent leg. What was he up to? He was animal once behind closed doors and teased into a corner enough to lose control, but generally, he was very reserved in public. Just as quickly as she could form a complete thought her mind went blank again as her body jolted slightly. His hand now cupping her entire dampness she began to grind. She needed more and could no longer wait. The feeling of his hand pressing and plying her soft mound and glistening lips almost pushing her to orgasm immediately as her hips move in a slow rhythm. He followed her ques and would squeeze and fondle as she rocked, his mind clouded by lust as her juice become painted across his middle finger as it slips gently between her lips. Firmly pressing into her clit as his finger tip arches and forces against her covered opening. This was too much for both of them, she wanted to tease him back but knew if she moved she would lose it. As he continued his slow and denying tease he knew she would come soon. His gaze shifted again at the table across as his pace slowed allowing Peaches to recover slightly and let out a small gasp. She had realised exactly what came over him. He knew she was a voyeur when they met. She had no reservations about her sexuallity and enjoyed when others appreciated her. It was too much to bare. Even with his slow strokes and the thin barrier of soaked cotton she began to climax. His lips covering her moans and his tongue probing her mouth as her sweet peach began to convulse. Shooting warm waves of pleasure through her entire body. It was not the world rocking orgasms she would soon be forced to have, but just enough of a preview drive them both wild.
His hand finally allowing her legs to cross as he brings it up to her face. She could smell herself on him as he let her taste her sweet nectar before tasting it himself. In unison we both look across to our new friend, her face flushing red instantly as she is outed. She knows what we were doing. She had front row seat and more importantly, she knows we are letting her.

Check please.

After paying the check he walked her to her car. She had enough of the pleasantries and needed more. As he opened the door she sat and peered up at him, her legs still dangling out of the door knowing full and well any sign of longing would be met immediately. He could take no more and gave in, his need to please her taking all control. She knew what she was doing, she was no prey but a hunter. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. She smirked as he leaned in to kiss her. Slowly at first but quickly devolving into throws of passion as his hands gingerly travel up her thighs only for his fingertips to find true ruin as they fumble at her garments. His mind raced as quickly at the realisation of her lust as her body quaked under his long awaited touch. Barely able to pry themselves apart the make their way to the house. The entire drive regretting not leaving a vehicle behind and riding together. Probably for the best he thought. If they took his car she would have teased him, and certainly he would have teased her. They needed a quick intermission after the events at dinner.

As he pulls up she is already on the top stair of the porch waiting. The night air breeze causing her skirt to dance gently, giving quick glances of her divine legs as he approaches. The mere thougt of those alabaster columns holding up such perfection making his mouth water and heart race. The porch light highlighting those deep soulful eyes. Pools of longing so alluring they would drowned even the most grizzled of sailors. He wanted to move closer and kiss her, he wanted to tell her how incredible she looked. He just couldn’t. His mouth opened but as he was about to speak the corners of her lips began to left. In an instant her smile had stopped all time. She could feel his eyes looking deep into her as he stammered to regain composure. His gaze inspecting every ruffle of fabric, every curve of her figure. Every detail etching itself deep in his mind. The way he looked at her with such wanting and passion always drove her mad, but she knew, at least for now, she held all the cards. He would be the sweet and charming southern gentleman until she pushed him over the edge, and she is going to.
“Well are you gonna just stand there all night or are you coming in”
Her southern draw dragging him back to Earth.

They tried to have a conversation. They tried to be coy, but neither could bare it any longer. The more they fought the onslaught of raging hormones and teenage desire, the quicker the surrender.

As soon as they sat on the powder blue sofa she grabbed his face planting a deep and passionate kiss while throwing her leg over his lap. He can feel her grind as she positions herself on his lap. Her soft petite hands pinning his face as they devour each other. His teeth gently finding her bottom lip as his arms wrapped around her. Feeling his strength, she knew she could not escape if she wanted to. Their gentle deep kisses quickly changing to desperate clawing. A frantic need to feel and taste every centimeter of each other. Ripping and throwing clothing as they quickly as they can. As he his hands slide up her hip and back they find the clasp of her bra, freeing her ample and aching tits. Her heavenly goobes of flesh rising with every breath Her nipples already erect as he leans in, kissing around each areola, letting his tongue dance across with gentle bites as she grinds herself against his jeans, feeling his hard cock straining against his zipper, a small spot of precum gathering as his anticipation grows. His moans and panting quickly turning to soft grunts as her hands tease the back of his head and neck. Letting her soft pink lips trail kisses along his cheek until making her way to his ear. Gently sucking and nibbling as she moans softly causing his entire body to tense, buck, and jerk. Her whispers and whimpers luring something deep within him to the surface. His firm grasp squeezing and pawing her ass under her hiked up skirt. Taking time to carres and part her ass cheeks exposing her swollen and wanting pussy to the cool air. Just as her lips meet his he rolls over onto the couch pinning her arms by her wrists and quickly scooping her left nipple into his mouth. Biting much firmer now as she lets out the first of many long, loud moans. Feeling him pin her down as he sucks her nipple, his teeth dragging slightly as his tongue swirls then sucking as hard as possible makes her sweet cum drenched pussy yearn and her knees shake. Her head arching back as his fingers run down her chest squeezing each breast, leaving imprints of his hand as he admires each breast briefly. His mouth now working slowly between her large soft tits as they heave under her deep breaths. His kisses working down her stomach and inner thigh. Spending what felt like hours kissing, nibbling and sucking every inch of her skin while avoiding her juice mound. Everytime his face gets closer to pay attention to her inner thigh or just above her craving peach she tries to move her hips and force his touch but just as quickly he dodges. The constant torment finally causing her to break as he slides her panties off, taking no less than 30 seconds to just admire her folds. It is the most beautiful kitty he had ever seen. Shaved, soft, sweet. Her lips just prominent enough to be seen. He could see her juices trailing between them as her legs parted slightly. Her cute little swollen clit barely peeking, begging for attention. It was a beautiful flower, sweet smelling and delicious tasting.
“Do you want to eat her” she said in a soft sweet voice. “Because she has been waiting for far to long” she followed with, knowing full and well the neighbors could hear his resolve break. Without word or hesitation he began working up her thigh again. Starting at the knee and letting his hands squeeze as he moves. Finally making it to her patch. With a hand on each thigh he gently parts her lips as his tongue begins to slide over ever fold. The sweet drops on his tongue and her perfume filling his nose causing him to buck as he hungrily sucks her labia. Firmly massaging every pore with the tip of his tongue as it swirls. Tracing a deliberate path from barely entering her to taste her juices and painting ever bit of her pussy with them as he sweetly but firmly uses his mouth as the brush. She wants to fuck his face but quickly realises she cannot grab his head. Why can’t she move her hands? As she strains she notices the tell tale bite of his rope. In her distraction he had slipped a quick tie to hold her wrist and ran the rope around the arm of the couch keeping her hands near her head. She wants to grind him but knowing she is helpless makes her body rock as she gushes and screams. His eager and hungry mouth lapping every drop of her creme brulee as she writhes and moans as her soul spills out into his eagerly waiting mouth. Her cum drenched flower clamping and pinning his tongue as it coaxes every sweet morsel free. His actions much more forceful and selfish now. She could feel his need to savor her ever drop and his willingness to take it by force if needed. She was his to use, and that only made the blood rushing to her craving pussy more noticable. As he stands he guides her by the rope to a seated position, giving her just enough slack move. Standing in front of her as her eyes meet his she can just barely out of the corner of her gaze see his cock throbbing in his jeans. Pulsating as droplets of precum form from the lingering pollen on his lips.
“Baby, you taste so sweet I’m glad I saved room for dessert” he whispers as she slowly tugs at his waistband working his pants off and freeing his cock. He had dreamt of this moment for what felt like eternity and his legs began to buckle the moment her tongue sweetly swirled the droplets, feeling his silky precum dance across her taste buds as her bound hands sweetly massage the base of his throbbing shaft. Letting her tongue swirl as she savors every inch while she guides his swollen head between her lips letting them drag across his sensitive skin, his body tensing as her tongue slowly and hungrily explores. Letting her hands roam in forced unison as he gives just enough rope to allow her the freedom with one hand as the other strokes through her hair as she slowly and methodically works the head of his cock with her hot, wet mouth. Letting her lips catch just under his foreskin with each withdrawal. Each time causing him to gasp and shudder. Just as her hands find their way to his balls she gives a gentle but firm squeeze causing his hips to buckle and bury himself to the base in her mouth as his cock spasms and drips down her throat. His moans almost deafening as he tries to bring himself back from the brink of blowing. She knew what she was doing and not only accepted, but expected and relished the consequences. Forcefully removing his cock from her wanting mouth he lifts her to her feet, bends her over the arm of the couch, and lays an open hand across her left cheeks. The sound of the crack and sting of the spank sending her immediately to the brink, a slow drip of her gratitude escaping from her tender lips as her tight pussy clenches the moment his hand lands. Without a moment to fully grasp the sensation another lands across her smooth skin on the other cheek, this time leaving a rosey pink reminder. The air left her body as quickly as her mind spin moaning and squirming in such beautiful agony.

How dare she try to make him cum without asking.

Quickly drawing the rope between her hanging bossom as he kissed his wound the rope now laid between her knees as his hands guide her hips to force her onto the couch cushions fulling exposing her supple round ass. Presented and exposed for his pleasure. The vision of such an amazing woman so willing and hungry to please making his cock bounce in delight as fresh droplets begin to form on his aching cock. Her sweet pink peach peeking between her milky thighs begging to engulf any part of him. As she felt the rope begin the coil her thigh firm, squeezing just enough to ensure there would be no retreat, it made the hairs on her neck stand on end. Goosebumps quickly cover her now bound legs. She tries in vain to test her captors restraints only to realize she cannot move save a slight rocking of her hips. Again as she tries his hand finds it’s mark. The ripples of it’s force sending a shockwave to the depth of her soul as her body aches for more. His hand sliding under her masterpiece of a body to cup and squeeze her succulent breast. Teasing and pinching her nipple with one hand while the other alternates between tracing light circles and delivering a firm spanking up and down her thighs with his leather flogger. The smooth leather almost ironically soothing the swollen skin where it had previously landed. Paying special attention to her ass as he kneads and spreads between blissful blows, letting the crop gently bounce across her grooling pussy. She can no longer restrain the goddess inside her as she screams “please fuck me, fuck me hard and deep. Just take me and use me , but I need your cock. NOW!”. The sound of her pleading to feel herself wrapped around him bring him straight his feet as his mind sheds what little threads of southern gentleman he clung to. She can feel him positioning himself behind her as his hand finds her hip forcefully drawing her voluptuous ass towards his dripping, throbbing, and swollen cock. His head parting her lips as she grinds slowly working just the tip causing his body to shake with excitement. She was making damn sure he takes everything he wants. With one smooth hard but slow stroke he fills her. Her lips soaking his course pubic hair as his hands pin her and he just grinds as deep as she can take him. The electricity flowing through her every nerve as she can feel him bottom out. “Oh fuck” she exclaims as she gives in like a good little fucktoy. With each twitch and spasm on his cock he pushes deeper. His hips now firmly pressed against her ass as he bottoms out still grinding ever deeper, his mind spins and his body begins to react on it’s own. Slamming his cock to the hilt with each stroke. The feeling of her cum dripping down his thigh as her cum hungry slit quakes and grips his shaft. Each time bringing him closer and closer to his beast. With reckless abandon he begins pounding her, telling her what a tight pussy she has as the head of his cock strains deep in her. Her moans and cries for more barely audible over his commands for her to fuck him until he she swallows every drop. His hands flailing as they grip and squeeze any piece of her he can take. Giving a good firm slap everytime she begins coming on his cock causing her to.break their pace. She can feel something inside her building as her juices begin to flow freely again. He can sense it too. “Gush on my cock, cover me in your cum and then lick me clean like the good little cock worshipper you are”. Without question she was going to give it to him. Just as the last words left his mouth she began screaming. Her peach spasming in a constant and powerful rhythm as she let loose. Straining against her binds to arch her back, a warm stream of her sweet release finally coating sir just as he commanded. The waves of pleasure washing over her and making her body convulse as she continues to cum with every stroke. Her spasms letting loose a flood as he pulls out. Quickly pushing the head of his cock forcefully into her mouth to muffle her moans as his index and middle finger dive deep into her. Curving slightly to press against her g spot as he fucks her face. A sweet mix of her squirt and his precum making her forget her own name as he throbs in her mouth until finally groaning loud enough to wake the dead as she feels streams of his essence fill her eager mouth. Savoring every drop as she continues sucking firmly, his cock still pulsing and his body still reeling. The sight of her gorgeous face and her deep eyes looking up at him as she moans and bucks on his fingers, bound and used for his pleasure, unable to escape. He can feel her tightening around his hand again as she her pace quickens. His agony showing and sounding clear. His heightened sensitivity making him want to withdraw from her inviting mouth but his desire making him unable to he lets loose just as she begins to come with a second much more power orgasm. His body shaking as he slumps over on her. Her unforgiving tongue continuing to ensure she drains every drop she has earned. His cries and screams only encouraging her more until he can no longer bare it as his knees buckle landing on the floor next to her just as her wrist found freedom. Her hand gently stroking the his back as his mind slowly drifts back from blissful cosmos.

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