Leaving the restaurant, she looks at me anxiously. “Home?” She says, almost hopeful.
I smirk. “It’s a nice night. I thought we’d go for a walk after dinner.” She whimpers and gives me her best impression of puppy dog eyes. “What’s wrong, my pet? Can’t handle a little walk? It will be good to stretch the legs after such a delicious meal.”
“I’m being stretched enough as is. You just want me dripping before we get home.” The arousal in her voice is unmistakable to me, even if she is trying to hide it.
“You mean to tell me you’re not dripping yet? Well, then we definitely need to go for a walk.” I grab her hand and begin the march down the sidewalk. She keeps up without any indication that she is hiding a delicious secret. “Let’s make sure you are truly soaking before we head home.”
In the back of the car service, I see her legs pressing together tighter than usual. I grab her knee, squeeze, and pull her leg to me, forcing her to spread herself. She looks at me quickly with a “what are you doing” look in her eyes. I enjoy watching her expression change to one of incredible pleasure, as I spread her open. Her eyes shut, and her head leans back. Her other leg moves as well, spreading even more. Her skirt dips between her open legs, barely covering the treat I cannot wait to drink from. We hit a bump in the road. She does little to stifle the moan. The driver looks in her rearview mirror. “Is she okay?”
“Yes. She is doing very well.” I respond with a smirk. The drive gives me a knowing look as if of approval.
Stepping into the house, she leans back against the wall. “They are so heavy. I’m not sure I can take much more.”
I stand in front of her and push my body against hers; ensuring she can feel my growing hardon against her leg. “The driver gave me her number on this card.” Showing her the card, I read it out loud. “If you ever want to watch me eat her out, let me know. You two seem fun.”
Her huff is loud. She grabs my shoulders and wraps a leg around mine. She pushes her pelvis against my thigh. “Please, Sir. Can I cum? I’m already so close.”
I grab her quickly by the throat, pinning her to the wall. I trace her jawline with the tip of my nose. The sound of her gasping arousal feeds my merciless enjoyment. Into her neck, I growl, “The idea of her eating your pussy while I watch turns you on? Such a greedy little thing you are.”
She whimpers, almost unable to form the words: “Please, I’m so close. Can I cum?”
I pull away. She pushes back into the wall for stability.
“Not yet. Let’s go upstairs.”
She stands in front of the full-length mirror wearing the high heels from dinner, and nothing else. I stand behind her, nearly touching her. We both look at her perfect naked body.
“Look how amazing you look,” I grin. “And look, we can see your sweet juice rolling down your thighs.” Her hands squeeze her thighs. I can see she is struggling to remain standing. My hand reaches between her thighs from behind. I cup her scorching pussy. She almost grinds against my hand.
“Push them out,” I command.
Almost instantly, the two silver ball bearings she has been holding inside of her, fall into my hand. She whines loudly as they do. She bends forward, hands on her knees as the balls leave her body. I see her legs quiver. She is doing amazing; I think to myself. I reach around and grab her by the throat. I stand her up and pull her against me. I bring my cupped hand in front of her, showing her the soaking wet orbs. “Looks like the walk did the trick. You’re absolutely overflowing.” I pour soaked globules into my mouth. She groans. Into the back of her head, and with a mouth full of her succulent cream and the metal spheres, I voice: “You’ve been such a good girl for me this evening. You’ve held on so well. Now let’s see how many times we can make you cum.”