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I didn’t sleep all that well after my delicious experience of Sally at the BDSM event. I got home around 2 am and decided not to take a shower. I wanted to go to bed with the scent of Sally on my face and body. I tossed and turned all night, thinking of her and what she had in store for me at Starbucks. I finally got out of bed at 7 am and I can tell you, 3 pm (when I was instructed to meet her) seemed a long, long way off.
While I ate breakfast I thought of Sally, her incredible body, the way she just took over and had me kiss and lick and suck her beautiful, full ass and how she seductively displayed herself to me. I recalled how shocked I was when she ordered me to address her as “Goddess Slut.” What a mix of images that sparked in my mind: a Domme who clearly saw herself as worthy of worship but also a slut who suggested, if I played my cards right, I would be allowed to fuck her as well as enjoy her mouth on my cock.
After breakfast I ran a few errands and went shopping for a new pair of black jeans and a powder blue shirt. Once back at my flat, I showered, trimmed my beard as well as my pubic region (I figured I should be prepared). I wanted to look my best for Sally.
I thought of getting to Starbucks early but I decided to get there as instructed, right on time, at 3 pm. It was one of the hottest days of the summer and the sun was glaring from a cloudless sky. This Starbucks had a large outdoor patio in addition to tables inside. I had to enter inside as there was no exterior entrance to the patio. I bought a latte and then I looked around but she wasn’t there. So, I ventured outside. The patio was packed with people – couples talking, people working on their laptops or doing who knows what on their phones.
I didn’t see Sally right away, but eventually noticed her at the far end of the patio sitting in the corner behind a couple of large urns overflowing with flowers. Given how crowded it was I worried that I would not be able to sit close to her, but as I approached I saw a vacant table only a couple of yards away from her. I noticed it had a “Reserved” sign on it. I wasn’t sure it was reserved for me, but I took a chance and sat down, facing Sally, my table between us. She was sitting at the side of her table, facing in my direction.
What she was wearing can only be described as simultaneously classy and slutty. I don’t know much about high fashion but I could tell she had expensive tastes in clothing. She was wearing a flared, deep yellow skirt, sheer nylons, and a button-down blouse that nearly matched the powder blue of mine. Silver hoops hung from her ears, her lipstick was a soft pink and her hair flowed across her shoulders.
I know she saw me but she made no attempt to welcome me or even acknowledge my presence. ardahan escort She was holding arts magazine, flipping slowly through the pages. I have to say I felt awkward because there I was trying not to gawk at her while she just sat there reading (or pretending to read). Her skirt rested on her lap in a way that allowed me to see a bit of one thigh, just enough to catch a hint of the top of her nylons.
It must have been at least 15 minutes later when she put the magazine down and repositioned herself. Her movement was slow yet methodical. She crossed her legs and when she did, I caught something sparkle in the sunlight, which disappeared as she rested one leg on the other. My god, the woman was wearing a garter belt. At one point she reached down behind her table to rummage through what I assume was her purse or a bag and as she angled her body to extend her reach, the hem of her dress climbed up her leg and this time I could see not only her garter belt but also some flesh above it.
It seemed to take her forever to retrieve what she was looking for, which I eventually discovered was a pair of sunglasses. She slipped them on and tilted her head in my direction and I am sure I saw a very small smile form on her lips. She picked up the magazine, which was oversized and she held it in a manner that blocked anyone else who might be looking see her slowly begin to unbutton her blouse.
Two buttons were already undone, but then a third was released and I caught a glimpse of cleavage, but even more exciting was I could see enough to realize she was not wearing a bra. Sally took a sip of her drink and then casually unbuttoned the fourth button and then slowly opened the blouse wider than it was with one of her hands. While I stared at her breasts, which now were so exposed I could see the curve they formed on her torso, she discretely reached down and slid her skirt higher up her thighs. This time, I had no doubt that she was smiling. Her lips parted a bit as she uncrossed her legs and tugged on her skirt so that the hem rested just below her pussy, which I could see was covered by panties with little daisies on them.
She was a seductress wearing little girl panties. I could feel my cock harden and then felt a bit of discomfort as it grew when she slowly opened her legs. As much as I enjoyed the view and her erotic style, I was also wishing those panties didn’t exist.
She knew that of course and I watched with amazement as she rested the open magazine on her lap and reached underneath it. She shifted a bit in her chair and at one point lifted her bottom off of it while she pulled her panties off. It took her a while but in due time I saw her panties drop to her ankles. She looked at me and slowly reached down to grab them. She folded them up right there in front of anyone who might be looking and before she tucked them away in her bag she adıyaman escort drew them to her face and inhaled.
This was such sweet cruelty, but it didn’t end there. She picked the magazine up again, opened it and pretended to read it while she opened her legs as wide as she could. Her pussy was wet to say the least and her hole was open. This woman was daring. She held that position for a few minutes and then I watched her rest one edge of the magazine on the table as she slipped a hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit. Her head tilted back for a moment from the pleasure and her mouth opened up like one does when saying “Oh.” It was then that she plunged not one, not two, but three fingers inside her cunt.
She must have thrusted her fingers in and out at least a dozen times before she pulled them out and then with the magazine shielding her from other onlookers she licked each one clean.
I was beside myself. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted a woman. I imagined my face between legs; I imagined my cock inside her wet pussy; I imagined her wrapping her incredible mouth around my swollen cock. I was imagining so many things that it took me a few moments to realize she was buttoning up her blouse. Her legs closed, and a minute later she was just a woman sitting at Starbucks enjoying a cold drink.
I wondered if anything else was going to happen. It was all up to her. I figured she knew I would do anything now to touch her, taste her. I was completely in her command. My heart sank a bit as she packed up her things. When she stood up and looked around as if to see if there was anyone around that she might know. Then she walked up to my table and in a voice that gave me chills said, “Follow me.”
I followed her through the crown of coffee drinkers on the patio to the counter inside. She greeted the server and held out her hand. He placed a key in it and I followed her down the hallway toward the bathrooms. Next to the women’s bathroom was a door with a one of those glue-on signs that said “Office.” She unlocked the door and went inside but quickly closed it before I could get inside. I heard the lock fasten from the other side.
Now what? I just stood there right next to the women’s bathroom, which made me look like some kind of creep hoping to catch a glimpse inside. While I stood there a woman came down the hall and gave me an uncomfortable look as she pushed the door open. I turned away as if to ensure her I was not trying to look inside.
As the bathroom door closed, the office door opened, just a little bit. I slowly pushed it open. The office was dimly lit, but my eyes adjusted quickly and there in the corner stood Sally completely naked. She was standing with one leg up on the desk chair. I closed the door and locked it.
I looked at her with what had to be a wild look of desire. All she said was, karabük escort “Crawl.”
I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees and crawled to her. I looked up at her, no doubt looking like a hungry puppy. She gazed down at me as she spread her cunt lips and said, “Suck.”
I pushed my face into your pussy and it was sticky and thick with her juice. I lapped up her release, sucked on her swollen clit while she held my head fast between her legs. “That’s right baby, drink that gruel.”
Sally started to moan and her breathing increased. Her legs started quivering and I knew she was close. She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer and suddenly she started to slide my face up and down her crack. “Yeh,” she moaned. “Wipe my cunt with your useless face.” Before too long she was swinging my head up and down as she grinded into my face. I thought she was going to injure me and then without warning she just stopped. “Open your mouth, boy. Wide.”
I obeyed and with my face an inch away she started to squirt. It dribbled out at first but she started rubbing her clit and a few moments later she was spraying her squirt directly into my open mouth. “Fuck, fuck.” She grimaced as if in pain. “Yeh that’s right drink my cum. Swallow it. Swallow it all.”
I was making gurgling sounds as I gulped her cum down my throat. She must have squirted on and off for a few minutes before her legs got rubbery. She almost crash landed into the office chair. It took both of us a bit to catch our breath.
“Stand up.”
I did.
“Unzip and show me.”
I did. It was a challenge to get my thick cock out of my tight new jeans, but there it was sticking straight out at her. She put her forefinger and thumb around the head and tilted it up as she lowered her mouth. Her mouth was an inch from my head. There was a drop of pre-cum at the tip and she gave my cock a little shake and let the pre-cum drip on to her tongue. I thought for sure she was going to suck me, but instead she straightened up with her tongue still out and pointed to the pre-cum and then at my mouth. I bent over and dutifully sucked up my pre-cum from her tongue.
“Good boy. I quite like you, but we are done now. Time to go home. My powder blue shirt was soaked, my face too and my hair. “Goddess, do you have a towel.”
The look she gave me was frightening. She slapped my face and hissed, “You want to wipe my cum off your face! Are you fucking serious? You are supposed to worship my cum, you useless dweeb.”
I stood there, head hanging low, ashamed and honestly, she was right. How could I want to erase her cum and smell from my body?
“Before you go, write down your cell and your work number on that pad. I will call you when I want you to attend to me and no matter when I call you will have one hour to get to me. If you make it on time, I will reward you. If you do not, you will never see me again.” She paused to let it all sink in.
Sally took a deep breath and calmed herself. She walked over to me and wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking it. “Remember, you make it on time, you get rewarded. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Goddess Slut. Very.”
“Good, now get your wet face and big hard cock out of here. I am done with you.”
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