In Public Places

We sat around a table the four of us, two men in their early 30‘s wearing suits, looking and feeling important…. It was another of your business meeting‘s, I didn’t mind I enjoyed these evenings out with you, enjoyed the way in which you dangled me on your arm, it gave me a kind of inner pride in myself that others in the past never had….

I was wearing the red spaghetti strap halter top that you had picked out for me .. The one with glittering diamantes that caught the light and flickered delicately, drawing everyone‘s attention to me, just as you wanted.

It laced up at the back with two ribbons, leaving the sides and back almost bare, the low neckline that plunged to show a generously tasteful amount of cleavage, bushed my skin causing my nipples to tingle and harden all over.

A black skirt that fell to my ankles and split up to the thigh on either side, hugged my legs lightly, making me feel stunning when I walked, it exposed black boots that hugged at the knees, if you looked carefully enough you can see the lace of the stockings that gripped my thighs, when I glided across the room, or shifted my legs when sitting..

Around my neck was a charming gold chain with a ruby pendant…. Matching ear rings and bracelet where of course evident, and you, You sat at the table as though you were a king commanding from a throne, ahhhh the sight you make.

The table in which we sat was in a far corner of the room. We, You and I were sitting with our backs to the wall, Me at your left, business associates to the right.

I followed the flow of business around the table. The business was good and going well for you. You looked so fine in your suit, black of course, tailored to fit you well, a light blue shirt with darker stipes which made you look taller than your 6'2".

I couldn’t help but to admire the strength and Mastery in your appearance. God you turn me on, just watching you and listening to you take command of the meeting, Enthralling your audience, Louring them in, making them believe in you and your company.

The way you effortlessly convince them and everyone you meet, that without out you, they would be lost, making them believe they would be swimming out at sea with no sign of rescue, if not for you. The way you make me feel around you.

I was there to play a role for you. To captivate and to allure to graciously smile at your companions, to made them feel special, like they were the only clients you needed. And always, always in this instance to put their needs first, just as you asked me to.

I turned and looked into your eyes briefly and as always that proud anger you carried with you when we wined and dinned your clients was once again in evidence.

I like that look in your eye. It say's you are proud of me for capturing their attention and doing as you asked without much thought. To me though it was a game, as my affections were yours to do with as you pleased, it didn’t bother me what you asked of me. I just wanted that look.

To you though it was business. You always encourage me to be all that is charming and grace and I am with your clients, but the anger is still evident in your eyes, you hate that they should be watching me closely and thinking of how much they would prefer to be fucking me rather than sitting here at a table discussing business with you, but you also enjoy the envy you know that these men are feeling, you love that it is you that takes me home and not them…

You know I am enjoying the attention this night and your eyes darken to watch me closer…

The devil was dancing on my shoulder and I admit freely that I smiled brighter, Laughed sexier, flicked my hair more sensually, Held eyes longer. I even turned my body more suggestively in their direction.

To the point of moving my arms so that a brief glimpse of the side of my breast could be seen, knowing all the while that you watched out the corner of your eye as I leaned in with practiced rapped attention, chin resting on my hand staring into eyes, that I know not what colour they are, as I solely concentrate on Your mood Master.

I can feel your temperature rising, feel the anger building, feel your lack of interest in the business at hand. I exalt in the feeling, grow bolder more daring as your anger rises. I can’t help myself this night.. That devil just keeps on dancing his jig……

The problem with being in this mood is that I always manage to turn myself on to unbelievable proportions while trying to distract you.

Looking at you again has me shifting in my seat, sitting higher, so that my fanny is pushed harder into the seat just so I can add to the pressure building inside me.

God almighty any more of this and I could cum if allowed, just by playing you like this, raising your wrath, seeing your eyes darken. Making you angry and frustrated, I cant help it or stop, i need to play with you I cant help myself.

I cross my legs so that my left leg is over my right. I swing my arse around and point my tits in your direction. Letting you and your clients know that my attention has shifted once again to you and your powerful frame, I do it subtly of coarse, I don’t want to offend them or you.

After all this is a business meeting and business does come first tonight, but damn im hot, maybe if I just, run my foot up the side of your leg.

I suit actions to thoughts, you never miss a beat in the conversation, I didn’t expect you to, again I shift subtly closer angling my foot inside your shins, spreading your legs slightly further apart…

I pick up a prawn, from my plate and daintily rip its head and legs off. well, as daintily as I can in this mood.

I hold the tail between two fingers, I slide my foot up higher so that pointed heal of my boot rests at your groin. You look mildly in my direction, with one brow slightly arched in question.

I suck the meat out of the prawn with as much sexuality as I can muster for a piece of fish and casually drop the shell onto the plate. I lick the remainder of the juice from my lips, all the while looking at you with a blankly innocent look on my face, a question of my own in my eyes.

I feel your hand under the table, it hooks around my heal and pushes my leg down, with a gracious little shrug I accept you are in no mood to play. Business around the table remains steady. I decide to return to the rest of my meal.

Im about to shift back in its direction properly, when I feel a soft brush of your fingers and my skirt being whisked aside, a grip on the inside of my thigh with tense angry fingers stills my motion.

Your fingers are like steel as they move and hold my thigh to the side of my chair. Im half facing you and any closer and I’d be almost in your lap.

Your fingers painfully walk up my thigh digging into my freshly waxed skin, I sigh and think of the finger bruises I will have at the end of this night.

I let my eyes close briefly, then open them again only to try and ignore you as I am asked a question by one of the gentlemen.

I begin to answer the questions, you watch me expectantly smiling at my responses as you slide your fingers up and over my clit feeling how most it is, you leave me bereft of your touch, to raise your hands to your plate to begin eating again.

I begin to move my leg around only to notice the slight shake of your head, probably only visible to me, but it stops me. You pick up a prawn and begin to peel it expertly leaving only the tail.

You do so with the rest of them which confuses me slightly as you have never before eaten them that way, oh well, I think to myself.

The conversation continues to flow with both men asking me questions and myself answering them. Both men are so totally enthralled with me and the conversation that they pay no attention to what you are doing.

At first the cold wet feeling between my legs doesn’t register, With brows slightly furrowed I try and concentrate on the conversation as well as what you are doing to me.

With sudden insight I look towards your plate as I conceal the mixture of shock, disgust and excitement from reaching my eyes, I turn my head back to the conversation, my mind a whirl thinking, eww… prawn… cunt… the smell of fish… and especially down there! God yuk, but as I feel a cold prawn sliding and slipping over my clit, all thoughts of how truly gross I think it is slip my mind.

Out of the corner of my eye I see you reach up and place the prawn in your mouth and suck my juice and the juice of the prawn off before baring your white teeth slightly to bite through the meat at the tail and swallow with a token chew.

I cant believe how that one innocent appearing action pumps the blood through my vein’s I feel like growling deeply in my throat, surprising myself at how turned on I truly am, and rejoicing in the knowledge that I know you would not approve with out your expressed say so.

Your hand disappears once again as my cream flows more rapidly. I feel the cold first then the easy sliding, I can almost feel your inward reproving chuckle at my response to you.

This time when the prawn is brought to the surface you ask in that sexy voice of yours. “A prawn my dear”

I look towards you and lick my lips as your strong arm lifts towards my mouth. My mouth parts slightly, my tongue wisps out to catch it and draw it inside, images of your cock in my mouth flash through my mind as I suck delicately on the pink meat drawing it in unconsciously as I would the head of your cock, tasting a mixture of two totally different salts on my watering tongue.

When all prawns were finished and the main meal was drawing to an end. So apparently had the business.

Our waiter for the evening came to the table and asked if we would like to order desert you replied maybe later.

The gentlemen had obviously been observing our behaviour towards each other over the last half an hour more than I realised and a sudden rush of shame surged through me at the thought of disrupting your business this way.

When they decided that we needed some space and graciously departed for the evening with smug smiles, lots of hand shaking, envious looks, good will and better business opportunities, they left us in peace.

You summoned the waiter back to us, with an imperial wave and asked for a more private table, you also ordered coffee and desert. When the waiter went to pick up the almost empty wine bottle you suggest that, that particular one be taken to our new table.

You pulled out my chair, as gallantly as I would of expected of you and waited patiently for my skirt to fall around my thighs and down to my ankles following its natural line.

I bent from the waist in a deliberately provocative pose, to pick up my purse, my arse barely skimming the front of your pants on my decent, with lace edged stockings revealed briefly to all who watched, I raised myself back up, I 'accidentally' stumbled back into you, feeling how hard your cock was as my arse briefly rested where I wanted to feel you most, sent a new rush of liquid heat to my cunt.

You held my wrist with controlled strength, that gave credit to your anger and frustration towards me. You began to walk me two steps behind you through the main dinning area to the more seclusive private dining area.

The tables were arranged around the room to give an air of privacy where the waiters and waitress’s never encroached upon your space unless summoned.

Our table was set in a quiet corner, classical music played softly through the speakers just loudly enough to muffle conversations so as no one else could hear what you were conversing about.

The lights were dim, a candle set in the middle of each table gave the feeling of romance and mystery to the room. The tables were set far enough apart to ensure privacy yet close enough to remind you that you weren’t entirely alone.

Our waiter escorted us to our table. The plush leather lounge type with a corner chair that enclosed us in our own private corner sent a thrill down my spine.

You sat to the right of me as always, conversation was not required as we settled into our respective places, our coffee and desert was brought out to us immediately, we made small talk together as you waited patiently for me to finish my treat.

When I had almost completed it, You unrepentantly shifted the atmosphere around us by grabbing hold of my right leg once again and drawing it up to lay on the seat.

Bending it at the knee, forcing it down on the chair with a firm hand made me to shift my entire body to face you, my back angled to the room, my arse was half on the chair, my left foot remained firmly on the floor bracing me, helping me keep my balance.

Your hand brushed aside my skirt as it would so an annoying fly. My cunt was exposed to your view, the large table in front of us ensuring no one else saw exactly what you were seeing.

You leaned in close to me with your head bent to my ear, your finger stroking my wet clit as you whispered harshly into my ear… “you enjoy yourself this evening my little slut?”.

“yes” I breathlessly reply… You shake your head sadly at me again for forgetting once again how to address you “Yes Master… I did enjoy myself” I quickly reply as your finger removes its self from the enjoyable caress im feeling.

“You enjoy baiting me don’t you my little slut?”

“yes Master I do” was my honest response, the light in my eyes growing more daring and luminous once again.

You stroked the side of my face and hair with your large hand, I could see the wheels working in your mind as to how to deal with my disrespectful but playful attempt to arouse your dominance to new levels.

“Will you ever just do as I ask without pushing my buttons, I wonder?” you enquired musingly to yourself, the gleam in your eye reassuring me I didn’t need to answer as you didn’t want me to.

You looked into my soulful trusting eyes once again to see my smugly confident attitude, I know you don’t like it and I know I shouldn’t play you like this but the itch gets stronger and I naively don’t imagine that there is much you could do to me in such a setting that I had to worry over, thus building my confidence to higher levels.

I reach in to stroke the hard bulge of your pants as I taunted you with words of what I wanted to feel.. “Master” I whispered into your ear “ I want to feel your hard cock sliding into me, your fingers playing on me. One hand holding me opened to you, your other hand rested on the inside of my thigh.”

I continued to tease as I licked the shell of your ear “Master im so wet for you” I grab your hand and put it back to my cunt pushing one finger of yours inside me, a second joints the first as I slowly start to move against your held fingers as I continue to whisper almost desperately of my yearnings into your ear

“I want to climb up on this table,sit in front of you and spread my legs wide,I will lean back on my arms while you look at your cunt and play there, I want to undo your pants Master and guide yourself into me, I need all of you pressing into my warmth. I want to grip my thighs around your waist. I want you to push me back on the table to lay flat while you fuck me as you will” is the continued taunt whispered into your ear.

Your fingers, shake off my hold easily as I knew you could, you look down at your fingers and then into my passion glazed eyes, you rub my juice between thumb and fingers rolling my cunt juice around before you bring them up to my lips, tracing them lightly sliding one finger at a time into my mouth as I automatically clean your fingers with my tongue.

“Are you telling me what to do my beautiful little bitch?”

“No Master im not” my passion is so aroused for you that I can not control my unruly tongue… “Master watching you tonight, seeing you, your strength, your command. I couldn’t help but to have it directed at me”

Remembering the shame I felt at almost pushing your clients away I sincerely say “Master I am so sorry for disrespecting you and your clients as I did, how can I make it up to you?” your eyes bore into mine with sudden fire and fury

“I indulged you for the sake of them this evening as all turned out well, I suggest you not bring this matter up again while we are here, for that you will be dealt with when we arrive home.”

With that I lower my eyes in silent acknowledgement of what will come later…

There is still a dangerous glint in your eyes… a warning to me, one I dare not ignore. You sigh loudly ask me seriously “Would you like some wine my dear?”

“yes Master that would be lovely” I reply hoping that for the moment you have forgotten my transgressions.

You take the wine from the decanter swirling the contents around in the bottom of the bottle, to see how much is left, maybe half a glass from the sounds of it, you clutch the base of the bottle and slowly bring it down under the table.

Your left hand holds my leg pressed hard to the chair causing my back to straighten further “Move your leg further apart wee slut” you demand of me in a controlled cool voice.

I try not gulp back as I realise where the bottle is going. I hesitate for a moment to long as my mind screams out that you cant be serious. That you wouldn’t fuck me with it, Here, In this restaurant. God how I underestimate you at times.

My hesitation makes you angrier again. “You will open your legs wider NOW!” this time my left leg moves before the echo of NOW is silenced in my mind.

The bottles long neck is slowly inserted into my cunt, in and out it moves. Not in passion by all means, more in a moisturising movement as you ask “You like to tease me slut?” while ramming the bottle into me hard forcing me to bite back my response as I try and hide the groan of pleasure it brings to my cunt and womb “Do you?” you whisper harshly

“No Master” I reply you twist it further into me as you snort and say “Liar” my only response a slight smile at my own lie. You push the bottle further inside me by twisting it around until I feel it stretching me as you slowly but with firmer pressure on each turn force my stretching cunt to accommodate the wider end.

“That waiter?” you ask

“hmmm” is my only reply as I feel my cunt burning as it stretches to accommodate the bottle

“Did you see how he watched you?”

“yes Master I did”

“Do you think he wants to fuck you?”

“possibly Master” I force out as sweat begins to bead at my brow as the pain of my stretching begins to turn into pleasure im trying to hold back

“hmmmm” you respond, in kind.

With one hand still on the bottle more than shoved half way into my cunt, you begin to push it into me further until I grown out loud. “You want to fuck him slut?”

“if you want me to Master” I immediately reply as your other hand raises to call him over.

With the bottle still wedged inside me you adjust the table cloth to cover me and the bottle as the waiter walks over, my body and posture remains still and focused on nothing but you as I see the shadow of the waiter beside me.

I don’t think I can move regardless, im afraid that any slight movement will either snap the bottle inside me, or send me over the edge by having an orgasm that I am definitely not aloud to have.

“Yes Sir” the waiter asks “how may I be of service to you?”

“do you think this is one of the most adoring pieces of arse you have seen here tonight?”

His immediate reply to you as I feel his eyes wandering over me is “ohh yes sir I do”

You pause a moment thinking “Would you like her to get you off?” the waiter blushes and begins to stammer, you pull back the cloth and tell me to lean back so that the waiter can see what exactly you are doing to me.

With the bottle wedged into me and feeling this kids eyes on me I get wetter, you pull the bottle almost all of the way out of me and then move it back into me as you tell me to look at him.