Scene 1 - Yes Sir
I always met them at the usual place, a quiet, and friendly cafe. I recently started online dating and thought at first— it wouldn't be so bad. I was wrong. I sat at the same table, waiting for my next date to arrive.
This date counted as my fifth attempt at dating some stranger. The first one was the worst— he never stopped texting on his phone. Then there was the second date, turned out to be much older than his profile described. He was old enough to be my grandfather. The rest didn't even bother to either pay or had the worst manners possible.
Sighing, what's the point of this? I might as well be a single, crazy cat lady for the rest of my life. Perhaps, it was my stoic personality. I’ve been dateless for a long time. My friends checked my history log in any social media, and commented, “girl, I thought it was the man who’d get the blue balls.”
I’d scowl back and tried to ignore their comments— they hit where it hurts the most.
Was I not good looking? Or was I too average? I sure as hell made sure I at least looked good. I wore my best blouse and good pants— sculpting my every muscle and limb. If there was one thing— I knew I was proud of, were my hips. Even though— I used to be embarrassed about them when I was a young teen. My mom showed off my curves while I wore my bathing suit, to her guests and coworkers. She’d say to them, “María, come here. Look at my baby’s body! She’s an athlete, and those hips and ass are beautiful. My baby is going to be such a heartbreaker.”
Mom drove me crazy, but I loved her.
I looked at the time on my phone, and it was way past the meeting time. He was already 12 minutes late. He was a no show. This one didn’t even bother to send a text.
Before I got up from my seat and left a note saying I canceled, I suddenly felt someone watching me from behind. I tried not to look, but my curiosity got the best of me.
My breath hitched when I saw the man's eyes, they were practically the color of amethysts, if that was at all possible. I could tell he knew I was ogling at him when he smirked back at me. He walked toward me, and my heart pulsed like thunder as I tried catching my breath.
I knew, from the hint of his gleaming eyes and his raised brow, that he’s amused and perhaps, pleased with what his mind feasted on. He then narrowed his gaze down to my hands. I still held the notepad and pen, but I quickly dropped them into my purse. What’s wrong with me! Why should I be worried about what he thinks of me? It’s not like he knows me.
I practically moaned when I heard him speak, "Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were about to ditch me on our first date?" Damn it! His voice was husky and hot, and he practically purred his r's. My cheeks flushed like a second-degree burn, and the hairs on my skin rose as if on static.
I rubbed my arms, trying to soothe the shivers running and pulsing under my skin. Am I under a spell or something? I looked up at his face, and for a split second, I thought the worst, but surprisingly, he smiled. It was genuine and nonthreatening, and it felt warm and safe.
"I-I was heading to the ladies' room. Wait, you're my date? Wh-why would you think I'd ditch you? I'd never, I—" shushing me, he placed his finger on my plump lips, cutting off my stuttered nonsense. He smiled back at me and ran his finger down, softly caressing my skin to my throat. I've never let a man touch me like this before, yet, his touch only made me feel good and hot.
"Why don't we sit down and talk some more. I'm sure you'd like to know more about me— I certainly want to know more about you." I nodded my head slowly as I looked away, but for a second, I thought I heard him growl.
"Yes, Sir." I practically purred back. What was he doing to me? I just met him, and I felt he had me wrapped tightly on a leash. The thought of him strapping a leather collar around my neck, and pulling the chained leash back, made my skin shiver hotly. Before I sat down, he placed his left hand behind my back. He led me to the VIP section inside the cafe. I've never been able to reserve a table there since they were exclusive. I was about to tell him, I hadn't made reservations, but my eyes widened when the manager practically came running on his stubby legs from the outback and bowed to him.
Who is he? I got distracted as his hand lowered on my back. Somehow I didn't mind it, and he led me to our new table.
"How did you, when. Who are you?" I almost stuttered my response. I was curious to know who he was. He chuckled softly. His laughter was even more charming than his smile, almost like silk running under my fingertips.
"I own the place, little one." I found myself loving the pet name, and taking a deep breath when he leaned his lips to my right lobe.
"No one will disturb us here. Now, tell me. How is a beautiful, sexy woman like yourself still single?" his hot breath tickled my skin, and I couldn't hold back a soft moan between my lips. He kept running his mouth on my neck and leaving soft kisses.
"I-I've never been good at relationships. Ah, please. What are you doing to me?" The pull of his smile was warm and soft on my neck, I gasped when he started sucking and licking my skin. Hearing his growls, I let out desperate moans.
“Really? Why’s that?” he asked. His humming rushed into my ears, he massaged and kneaded his fingers on my lower back while I tried to answer his questions.
“His hands are magical.” He chuckled and his trimmed stubbles on his chin and cheeks tickled my flesh. I shivered as my skin grew goosebumps.
“You think these hands are magical, hmm...” he mused as he peppered my shoulder with butterfly kisses.
“I said that out loud! Oh God!” the heat rushed to my cheeks even more and I turned into one rosy petal.
“What is your name, beautiful?” he whispered, his breath hovered over my lips, and he wrapped his strong arms around my waist. He continued to massage his fingertips across my flushed skin in circles. I moaned louder than usual, and gasped when he stretched over my thighs, a weak spot.
“I-It’s Lilly! W-What about y-you? Ah-Mmm...” He made it hard for me to utter a single syllable, let alone shape them amongst my soft, yet messy moans.
“Sheen,” he said in a low husk as he kissed my wrist. He nipped each finger and took a pause between each bite of me as he said his name. Our stares crossed and he gazed at my lusted eyes. “Allith, beautiful.” I sucked in my breath, bit my lower lip, darted up at the glass-shaped-leaf-sculptured lighting. It’s like he’s making me sip on the sweetest wine. I don’t mind getting drunk on his taste. His name was— Sheen Allith.
“How can you—” I hesitated. I didn’t want to ask him such a question. Who would ask a man, how they can know where to make a person feel good? Where to touch? Where to kiss, nip, and savor every crevice of a human’s body?
“How can I what, my Lilly?” The way he said my name was refreshing and subtle. This man knows what he wants.
“How can you like me? We don’t know each other and—” I looked away.
He cupped my cheek and compelled me to face him. I did and closed my eyes.
“And? Look at me, Lilly,” he said, in the sweetest and kindest melody I ever heard. He was such a warm person.
“And you make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long...scratch that, ever felt all my life,” I whispered the last part, swallowed, and hoped he didn’t think me weird or tepid. I wasn’t used to dating or in this case, seduction and conquering lust.
“First off, never sell yourself short. If you’d left, I would have begged on my knees to at least see your face one more time. No man would ever regret feasting on such a beautiful masterpiece, such as yourself, little one. As for how you’re feeling right now.” he grasped my hand and lowered it down to slack covered member. I almost gasped by how hard he was as he chuckled at my reaction. It seem painful, yet without helping it, I moaned out of breath. He was long and thick—it throbbed for me like an open invitation for a night to remember.
"Now, let me remind you what it's like to be in one." he lifted me from my seat and placed me on his lap. My cheeks flushed like a blazing sun, my head grew foggy, and without notice I grinder my hips until something hard pressed between my buttcheeks.
"I'm not like this." I moaned my words to him in his ear. He grabbed my hips and lifted my shirt. I gasped and grabbed onto his wrists. "Someone will see," I whispered, yelled at him. Still, he smiled, cupped my face again, and rubbed slow circles with his thumbs.
"Don't worry, little one. No one will see us. I reserved the place all to ourselves.” My resolve collapsed, I pressed my lips on his rough, juicy lips.
He licked my lips and played with my mouth;?bit, nibbled, and sucked me dry. He stuck his tongue inside, the taste of mint and wine melted me into putty. I moaned and groaned nonstop, and he growled in exchange as he rubbed my skin underneath my blouse. He lifted the garment with care and bit near my breasts. I whimpered, moaned in between raspy breaths.
"Do you love my lips on your skin, pet? Look at you— you're wet for me, aren't you?" I shuddered—his words only made me more wet. Crazed with need and pleasure—if only his cock were inside me.
"Yes, ah! More, please." I groaned and nodded my head, dizzy from the pleasure of hearing his voice.
"Please what?" he whispered in my ear along with growls.
"Please, Sir, fuck me with your cock. Please, ah!" he grabbed my bra and ripped it apart, good thing it wasn't my favorite, but I didn’t care.
"Hmmm, good girl," he said as he grinder his around my left nipple—it hardened and pulsed. I winced and whimpered as he circled my swollen nub with his tongue. He pinched and pulled my right nipple. My body trembled, out of air, filled with syrupy pleasure. I groaned when he tugged a large chunk of my hair and yanked my head back. My scalp stung a bit, as his grip stayed in place, the burn shifted to numbed pleasure. He stood up, my legs wrapped around his waist in a tight vice, and I sucked his neck. He helped me stand on my wobbly legs and kissed me again, this time with more passion than I even kept control over.
"Yes, more Sir. Give me more." I begged him. He grabbed my chin in gentle way and smiled. I was so out of it— I didn't register what he said next.
"I said, strip, and bend on this table. Do it slowly, my pet." He growled his command. My panties soaked, fingers fidgeted as I tried to unclasp the button of my dress-jeans. I unzipped, gasped, and my heart palpitated faster. He looked into my eyes, never looked away, and I moaned when he went behind me and grabbed my breasts as I tried to pull my pants down to my knees. I took them off, except for my panties. My face burned into a tomato, bodily fluids trickledown my legs and floor.
"Good girl. What's this? Oh, wet, are we. I said, take off everything. You disobeyed, I'll have to punish you." he growled at me. I stared down, ashamed for having disobeyed Sir's command.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I've been such a naughty girl." I licked my lips, peeked up at his eyes staring back at me. His cock twitched and tented beneath his slacks.
"Bend down and count the slaps out loud. My sweet pet." I nodded, bent on the table, as he unbuckled his slacks until it thunked on the tiled floor. I didn't have a moment to breath as he delivered the first slap on my bum.
When I pieced myself together, I counted aloud, "One! Thank you, Sir. Ah!" My butt cheeks stung over each passing slap, he stopped between each moment to gift me pleasurable massages. I loved this punishment, this game—I never wanted it to stop, ever.
"You're so hot for me with your red flushed cheeks and your juices pouring and staining the floor. My little slut, bet you can't wait until I ram my hard cock inside your wet hole?" I moaned louder and clearer than I hoped. He licked my pussy and bit my clit. His warm mouth and wet tongue were so fucking good. I wailed and I almost fell limp on the floor if he hadn't caught me on time.
"Yes! I'm a slut, ah! Yes, I want your hot cock inside. Please, Sir. I need it." I didn’t fathom the words coming out of my mouth. I’ve never been this kind of person, I didn’t know I had in me, and I sure as hell never embraced lust like this before in my life. Fuck if I loved it.
"Hmmm, is that so? Very good, my little pet," he rammed his cock inside, and I screamed to the top of my lungs. My breathing stifled, I came in waves. He pounded his long, wide girth inside me. I moaned and whimpered like a whore in heat, barely recognizing my voice as he growled with euphoric pleasure. I didn't care if people were listening to my screams of pleasure. Let him drill his hot and hard member inside my pussy.
"You like that pet? I feel your juices pouring by each of my thrusts. I'm going to fuck you so hard and fill you with my cum. Fuck! You feel so good." He grunted over his words. My mouth gaped and drool dribbled at the corner my lips. He fastened his thrusts and hit me so deep it plunged into my stomach—it swelled and I was mind blown when his cock swelled up inside me.
"Thank you, Sir, ah! Fuck me, harder. Yes, harder." He suddenly turned me around, sat in the chair, and pistoned inside my cunt. I straddled his waist and followed him by jiggling my ass up and down on his cock.
"Yeah, you like that, my naughty and beautiful pet." I nodded and belled a loud moan mixed with a yes. He grunted louder than before and filled me with his cum. His thrusts slowed down, our heavy breaths evened out, and my heartbeat smoothed down.
"Sir, I'm so full of your cum." he kissed me, slowed thrusts as he riddled his last spurt. I moaned in ecstasy and exhilaration. I wanted to see him again, and the hell with the rest of the men online, this bitch was taken.
"Shall we continue this at home, my little one?" he smiled and chuckled back from my purr in return. He looked into my eyes and knew the answer.
"Yes, Sir."
