"Yes, I'm sure. I think he just doesn't like to spend it. Did he make a move on you?"
"No," I shook my head, "he's friendly, but not overly enamoured I don't think. I got the impression that he has issues with women, although I'm not sure why."
"You think he's gay?"
"No, not gay, just, oh I don't know, like one of those men who likes to have contractual sex relationships only. That sort of thing. Don't worry, he didn't proposition me."
Ivan laughed, "I'm sure he values his testicles too much to ask you to become his sex slave. I, on the other hand, am a reckless man, with a security team two steps away." He smiled his dazzling smile at me, which made me laugh.
"You want me to be your sex slave?"
"It would fulfil every adolescent sex fantasy I ever wanked to. So yes, I would dearly love to make you my slave."
"I'd have to see the job description first," I flirted.
"It would involve taking every bit of pleasure I could possibly throw at you, orgasming frequently, and allowing me carte Blanche to fuck you in every way known to man." Ivan was using his phone sex voice. My belly squeezed. "I would begin with a quick fuck in the car on the way home, then I'd tie you to my sex swing, and fuck you nonstop for three orgasms."
"Get the bill." I replied, feeling hot and flustered. Ivan gestured to the waiter to bring the bill.
"Go to the ladies, and take your knickers off. Put them in your handbag, and come out with your pussy bare," he purred, "I'll meet you back here." I did as he asked, tucking the tiny triangle of lace into my bag. I rejoined him at the table.
"Now, give me your knickers please," Ivan said. I handed him the tiny folded triangle with a puzzled look. He held them to his face, and inhaled before tucking them in his pocket. I glanced around in panic to see if anyone was watching, but people seemed to be focused on their food, and their own companions. Ivan's eyes glittered as he watched me, amused at my horrified look. "You smell so good, I can't wait to eat you."
"You are so....naughty at times," I admonished him, "what if someone saw that?"
"Oh, that's half the fun. Now, shall we go?"
I had to walk the whole length of the restaurant with Ivan's hand against the small of my back, which was heating up rapidly. My clitoris began to pulse as the knowledge of what was to come caused it to swell and twitch. I had to stop myself dragging Ivan out of the door when he stopped to chat to someone he knew, my frustration building with every passing moment. After a few minutes of business talk, he gave me an amused look, before telling his acquaintance that we had better be going. I was relieved, as by then my nipples were like bullets, and my legs were getting a bit wobbly.
As soon as we were in the car, he slid the privacy screen up, and undid his trousers to reveal a solid erection, reined in by his tight jersey boxers. I was so horny by then, I could have happily ripped them off with my teeth. He quickly unrolled a condom over himself, and pulled me to straddle him, making me pause slightly for him to stare at me with my dress around my waist, before impaling me on his large dick.
I rode him hard, revelling in the feel of his large cock repeatedly hitting my g spot. I grasped the headrest to allow myself to lean back slightly and change the angle of my ascent, increasing the pressure on the deepest, most sensitive part of me. I carried on riding him right through my orgasm, which seemed to make it go on and on,
"No," I shook my head, "he's friendly, but not overly enamoured I don't think. I got the impression that he has issues with women, although I'm not sure why."
"You think he's gay?"
"No, not gay, just, oh I don't know, like one of those men who likes to have contractual sex relationships only. That sort of thing. Don't worry, he didn't proposition me."
Ivan laughed, "I'm sure he values his testicles too much to ask you to become his sex slave. I, on the other hand, am a reckless man, with a security team two steps away." He smiled his dazzling smile at me, which made me laugh.
"You want me to be your sex slave?"
"It would fulfil every adolescent sex fantasy I ever wanked to. So yes, I would dearly love to make you my slave."
"I'd have to see the job description first," I flirted.
"It would involve taking every bit of pleasure I could possibly throw at you, orgasming frequently, and allowing me carte Blanche to fuck you in every way known to man." Ivan was using his phone sex voice. My belly squeezed. "I would begin with a quick fuck in the car on the way home, then I'd tie you to my sex swing, and fuck you nonstop for three orgasms."
"Get the bill." I replied, feeling hot and flustered. Ivan gestured to the waiter to bring the bill.
"Go to the ladies, and take your knickers off. Put them in your handbag, and come out with your pussy bare," he purred, "I'll meet you back here." I did as he asked, tucking the tiny triangle of lace into my bag. I rejoined him at the table.
"Now, give me your knickers please," Ivan said. I handed him the tiny folded triangle with a puzzled look. He held them to his face, and inhaled before tucking them in his pocket. I glanced around in panic to see if anyone was watching, but people seemed to be focused on their food, and their own companions. Ivan's eyes glittered as he watched me, amused at my horrified look. "You smell so good, I can't wait to eat you."
"You are so....naughty at times," I admonished him, "what if someone saw that?"
"Oh, that's half the fun. Now, shall we go?"
I had to walk the whole length of the restaurant with Ivan's hand against the small of my back, which was heating up rapidly. My clitoris began to pulse as the knowledge of what was to come caused it to swell and twitch. I had to stop myself dragging Ivan out of the door when he stopped to chat to someone he knew, my frustration building with every passing moment. After a few minutes of business talk, he gave me an amused look, before telling his acquaintance that we had better be going. I was relieved, as by then my nipples were like bullets, and my legs were getting a bit wobbly.
As soon as we were in the car, he slid the privacy screen up, and undid his trousers to reveal a solid erection, reined in by his tight jersey boxers. I was so horny by then, I could have happily ripped them off with my teeth. He quickly unrolled a condom over himself, and pulled me to straddle him, making me pause slightly for him to stare at me with my dress around my waist, before impaling me on his large dick.
I rode him hard, revelling in the feel of his large cock repeatedly hitting my g spot. I grasped the headrest to allow myself to lean back slightly and change the angle of my ascent, increasing the pressure on the deepest, most sensitive part of me. I carried on riding him right through my orgasm, which seemed to make it go on and on,
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