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Subject: {ASSM} Dinner and Then Some . . . Chapter 5
Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2003 17:10:07 -0500
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Dinner and Then Some
By Guess and Paris Waterman
Copyright 2002


Chapter Five

Michael had already paid the check and stood as she approached their
table. Leigh risked looking at the "mystery man" out of the corner of
her eye. He was holding the woman's hand and talking quietly to her.
'What a strange, exciting couple,' Leigh thought as they made their
exit to the street and their awaiting limo.

The driver held the door for her then skipped around to the other side
and did the same for Michael. In seconds the long limo was smoothly
moving along in the late night traffic. In the same period of time
Leigh leaned her chest against Michael as her hand unzipped his fly
and reached inside to grasp him.

"Um, honey . . .?

"Yes sweetheart?"

"The way you're touching and holding me there . . . and the way your
breasts are brushing against me, is getting me aroused."

Leigh's face took on a delighted look and started rubbing her breasts
against him while she softly squeezed his stiffening penis.

"That's the idea, loverman mine."

Naturally enough, it continued to grow. But Michael kept her at bay,
confiding with a bearly perceptible whisper that he feared being
observed by the driver. She knew the driver couldn't see anything
going on behind him because of the darkly tinted glass of the
partition and silently smirked. In this she would be proved wrong, but
it is of no consequence.

Leigh knew how to handle his reluctance --- she'd transform herself
from demur housewife to foul-mouthed slut. She recalled how he loved
it when she talked dirty to him.

"Come on, ride me, you horny fucker," she whispered obscenely in his
ear as her hot tongue descended upon his ear lobe. "I want your cock
inside me. Come on you BIG FUCK . . . give it to me."

"Leigh, what are you . . ."

She was having none of his excuses this time. Highly excited from her
voyeuristic experiences at the restaurant and by her inflamed
imagination, and topped off by the "mystery man's" handing her that
card all combined to arouse her as never before.

Despite Michael's attempts to fend her off without drawing the drivers
attention to them he was losing the struggle. She had a firm grip on
his emerging erection.

"For god's sake Leigh!"

"Come on you bastard!" She cried out although her voice was muffled
since her face was wedged into his crotch.

"Can't keep your dick hard for me?" She actually snarled as her
fingers nimbly squeezed and yanked on his now fully exposed cock.

"Leigh!"

She ignored his reluctance and turning slightly, slid down the smooth
leather seat, hiking her dress up to her garter belt. The very tips of
her fingers barely touched Michael's shaft and the tingle of her nails
kissed at his skin.

"Ohhh, fuck! Leigh!" He cried as she licked his shaft with a passion
that gave Michael concern. He'd never encountered such uninhibited
enthusiasm before. He was totally confused. 'What was going on?' He
wondered even as his hands reached for her breasts.

"Ohhhhh Michael." She cooed as his fingers manipulated her pert
breasts. The words blew her desire and want across the top of his
velvet covered glans. He felt the heat of her breath greet his
stiffening cock, and as his purple crown made its appearance, he
arched forward, the muscles in the cheeks of his ass tightening.

'"Oh, yes! Do me baby! Suck my dick!" He moaned as the limo tore
across the city line.

Leigh's fingers deftly pulled his foreskin back to allow the wet flat
of her tongue to press and then lick slowly across his slit, forcing
it to wink as she passed from one side of his glans to the other.
Michael's head lolled back and his eyes rolled in his head as the
electric charge from her oral massage bolted through him. His hands
went to her hair and he had to restrain himself from pushing her head
hard down upon his aching cock.

'Sweet Jesus!' A silent voice echoed in his head. 'I don't know what's
come over her, but I'm loving it!'

Reveling in the total control that she now possessed, Leigh smiled
with her eyes as she looked up at him, her eyes two dreamy almonds.
She knew he liked what he felt for his cock continued to twitch
beneath the feather soft touch of her fingers. She closed her eyes as
her lips returned to his glans, sliding down to the soft bunching skin
at his ridge. Michael's slit oozed with precum. Leigh's taste buds
were reawakened and dancing with delight.

Michael's hand caressed her face as Leigh tightened her lips forming
hollows in her cheeks. Her head began to bob up and down. The saliva
in her mouth along with Michael's salty, sweet nectar made his cock a
slick tool, easily devourable and although she'd just eaten, she was
starving for him.

Michael's breathing became loud and labored with intermittent moans of
obvious pleasure. Slurping wet sounds emerged as Leigh's mouth
slithered up and down the slippery velvet of his pulsating root.

The tension in the drivers shoulders increased and he forced himself
to concentrate on the road before him. 'These rich bastards,' he
thought, 'fucking like rabbits. Don't give a shit where they do it! My
luck I'll be cleaning his cum off the leather and smelling her cunt
until all hours. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Then he smiled. 'Course I'd do her
in a minute if I had the chance.' This last possibility helped release
his sexual tension and he adjusted the rear-view mirror for the second
time.

As she continued blowing Michael, Leigh's nose brushed the nest of his
pubic hair with each downward slide. Her palm and fingers worked in
perfect unison with her lips. Up and down, the flutist played,
inspiring the sweetest music. The tempo increased as Leigh's head
bobbed up then down on his musk-ridden cock. Spittle ran down and
along his balls and into his crevice.

"Suck it baby, suck it!" Michael had his face tucked into his shoulder
to muffle his voice. With his free hand he held Leigh's head down on
his rampant cock.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby!" He crooned, his fingers tugging at her hair
even as her lips slid slowly upwards on his ever so rigid shaft.

Pausing for a moment, Leigh admired how his foreskin puckered at the
ridge. 'Oh, I'm giving him the best blowjob ever,' she thought
happily. 'And I'm gonna get laid a hundred times tonight,' and happily
turned her head from side to side, permitting her lips to bathe in the
silky, softness of his velvet prick.

"I don't believe this, Leigh. What's come . . . Ohhhh suck it! Suck
that cock! Oh, Christ all mighty!"

Her tongue flicked out to swirl over, around and under his glans. His
pelvis lurched upward. Her palm slid down his thumping dick, pulling
the foreskin taut to his base. Heat and friction rode the entire
length of his cock and then fire ignited as her tongue flicked across
the underside where his sensitive "T" stood out like embossed
lettering.

"Oh my God! Oh, my God!" Michael shouted and for the first time caught
the driver watching them.

'Go girl,' the driver said to himself, focusing on the rear-view
mirror. At the same time cutting the wheel to avoid a tow truck coming
in the opposite direction. 'Can't lose my fucking job over a blowjob,'
he groused, then grinned. 'Still and all . . . maybe they'll be
fucking back there shortly. I can only hope.'

Leigh rubbed at the small of Michael's back and gently squeezed his
aching balls before taking him deep. She'd realized she'd never done
this before and began to fear the consequences as the tip of his glans
rubbed against the soft palette of her throat. She managed to overcome
the fear and ventured on.

Each was lost in their own reality of pleasure as Michael drew closer,
he violently thrust his hips upward and his legs began to stiffen.
Leigh was air humping, squeezing and releasing her thighs as she
played his skin flute. She knew her panties were soaked with her
fluids and actually felt her juices seeping into the crease of one
thigh. 'Had she peed herself? No way, she'd squirted! Damn, she hadn't
done that in a while!'

Michael gasped, then bellowed as he released the first spew of his
load. Leigh gagged and pulled her head back in alarm. She felt a warm
tingling in her clit as Michael's scalding jism descended down her
passageway.

She took a deep breath and swallowed. Satisfied she was not going to
choke, she continued to milk his wildly throbbing, still spurting
cock. Her lips popped over his slick glans bringing his foreskin with
it with each swallow. Both Michael's hands were in her hair as she
pushed his foreskin back and allowed her tongue to swirl around as she
sucked the head of his cock clean

"I never knew you could do it that well. All these years and now?"

"Well," Leigh said, "I thought we should try something different."

"That was different," he said, caressing her face with his fingertips.
"Very different and a lot of fun. We'll have to try this more often."

"Tomorrow at seven," she grinned at him, then kissed him tenderly. "Of
course we're not finished with tonight yet."

"For sure," he replied with a big grin. "I owe you a good head job."

"Only one? On our anniversary?"

He laughed. "We'll see," he said and glancing out the window and was
startled to see they were only five or six miles from home. "Better
compose yourself dear," he said, "we're almost home."

Leigh sat up, slipping her arm out from behind him and using the
mirror in her compact, wiped the last of his come from her lips.
Michael hastily pushed his spent cock back into his slacks and zipped
up, looking like the perfect gentleman again. The driver silently
cursed them for finishing so soon.

They pulled into their driveway and the driver, still silently cursing
them and with a conspicuous bulge in his trousers, opened the limo
door for Leigh. She provided him with a view from her ankle to crotch,
partly because she was intensely aroused, partly because she suspected
he knew what had transpired and she felt sorry for him.
She hurried inside while Michael paid the driver. 

Moments later she heard Michael enter through the front door. She was
ready and waiting, presenting her body to him by posing bent over a
chair in the foyer with her hands gripping the arms and her ankles
wrapped around the legs wearing nothing but white stockings and a
garter belt. Her closely trimmed pubic hair caused her mound to stand
out clearly even in the dim lighting. But all Michael saw was her
magnificent ass framed by the garter belt.

"Oh, my God!" He exclaimed, and moved toward her, hungry for what was
evident between her legs. Michael dropped to his knees behind her and
ran his hands over her buttocks, teasing her rectum then using his
fingers to open the ready lips of her labia.

"Lick me, I'm so goddamned wet already," she pleaded.

In answer to her plea, his mouth closed down on her and sucked and
licked for several very enjoyable minutes, leaving a trail of saliva
over her entire mons. He used his long tongue to play with her folds,
lifting and dropping them, rubbing gently along their length, all this
to coax her clitoris from its hiding place. When it emerged, he teased
it until she screamed for mercy, then thrust his serpentine tongue
halfway into her.
Leigh's wanton scent drove Michael wild as his tongue began collecting
the juices from Leigh's now squirting cunt.

Leigh groaned loudly and pushed her buttocks toward his face. His hand
busily fingering the lacy texture of the garter belt; and the taut
skin along her ass as he slowly licked his way to her hole. She
screamed and came hard the moment his tongue flickered at the entrance
of her anus. And moments later she came again as Michael tore the
garter belt violently from her body. In the process she lost her hold
on the chair and slipped to the carpeted floor.

"Get up you hot bitch! Get up!"

As she struggled to her knees he placed himself under her. "Squat over
my face," he commanded. Surprised at the alacrity of her response,
Leigh quickly found herself hovering above his hungry mouth as his
tongue delved between her labia once again, Leigh reached behind her
and felt his rigid cock and gave it a squeeze. He moved to her clit
immediately signaling his approval, then he settled into a rhythm that
satisfied them both. Having already come twice, Leigh was content with
the slow, languid build up of his tongue's lapping and soft sucking of
her genitals by his mouth. Gradually he pulled her down to him so that
she lay alongside him.

She opened her mouth, felt his tongue push into her and tasted
herself. Not for the first time, mind you, but this time the taste
provided a pleasure that seemed to remain for the longest time.
Finally, she clasped his head between her hands and tried to match the
intensity of his tongue with her own. Minutes later, Leigh was pushing
her hips against Michael trying to bring his attention to her pouting
pussy and it's desperate need.

But Michael knew her and would not allow her to interrupt him,
continuing to lick and kiss her head, giving her earlobes the same
attention that her mouth had received.

Leigh was reveling in the variety of sensations careening through her
body when she caught herself thinking about the "mystery man."

Even as she was enraptured by Michael's attention, she began to
imagine his mouth as that of the "mystery man."

Michael pinned her legs against her chest and began licking firmly
between her legs and Leigh closed her eyes and began to shudder.
Michael introduced a finger into her anus that didn't stop until the
palm of his hand rested against her cheek. His tongue circled around
the fleshy hood of her clit, teasing and pushing as imagined herself
bound and gagged, completely under "his" control.

Michael felt her anal muscles contract around his finger and slowly
withdrew his finger part way only to push back in again as his tongue
continued it's frenzied movement within her cunt.

Leigh savored the finger inside her anus trying to imagine it a dildo
Banning had decided to introduce to her. She squirmed round and round
permitting the finger deeper entry and then overcome by the sudden
surge of yet another orgasm, she screamed in delight, pushing her hips
hard against Michael's face and pulling him even closer with her leg
as a long, convulsive shiver ran through her body. Michael continued
eating her beyond the end of her convulsions and she didn't stop him.
Leigh's body remained rigid throughout this period and she was soon
squealing again, jerking with each outcry. She pushed Michael off
after it peaked, and holding his head tightly between her hands, she
lay there quivering for about ten seconds. Then she let go of go and
melted back into the floor. He followed and she curled into his arms
and they began to kiss and hug each other, savoring the aftermath of
their unquestionable love for one another.

Leigh was undeniably back with Michael now, the "mystery man" having
disappeared into the remote recesses of her mind.

"That was . . . wonderful Michael. Wonderful."

"Umm. I had quite an appetite for you didn't I?"

"I should serve that desert more often, you think?"

"At least once a week," he said and they both laughed.


Perhaps five minutes passed before Leigh clamped her legs around
Michael's waist and her groin stirred again.

"Michael?" she cooed softly.

"Ummm?"

"Wasn't that fun?"

" 'course it was, why?"

"Want to move into the bedroom for your turn?"

"Sure," he said, helping pull Leigh to her feet. Moments later they
lay comfortably on their king-size bed.

"Mmmm, sweetie," she purred, "why don't I get on top and slip you in
and
lets just wiggle a little."

"Sound like a good idea. And let me say . . . you're filled with good
ideas tonight."

She laughed gaily and leaned down to suck on his nipple.

"Ohhh, yeah, that feels good," Michael hissed, then drew in his breath
as she inserted his erection inside her and began to roll her hips.

"Can you feel that?" 

" Oh yeah, oh yeah." He laughed as Leigh's movement picked up a notch.
"Your juicer is working pretty good."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Squeezing the hell out of me. I like this . . . not having to
work hard at all."

"Are you gonna come?"

"Not just yet angel. Ohhhh, that does feel nice!"

"Your cock is nice and big and feels so good. Did you know it just
fills me up?"

"So bigger is better?"

No necessarily, but it helps a girl to get where she wants to go."

Michael chuckled. 

"I'll tell you something else."

"What?"

"I'm loving the way we fit together, you know? Like I think you have
this ridge at the base of your knob . . ."

"My knob?"

"You know . . . the head thingy . . ."

"Ummm?"

"Well, it . . . that part . . . has a habit of catching hold of my
clitty . . .ummm, if I tilt a certain way and then rubs it this way
and that . . . until I just can't stand it and before I know it I'm
going over the edge again."

"I love it when you talk dirty like this."

"But I'm not talking dirty sweetie, I'm just . . ." She cut herself
off abruptly and began riding him furiously.

"That's it baby, do it! Ride me!"

Leigh was beyond responding. She wasn't out to bring him pleasure at
this point, she sensed she was going to come - a mighty orgasm was
emerging and she was pummeling him to make it happen.

"Fuck me!" Michael growled.

Leigh recovered her voice in time to beg him, " Ohhh, pinch my nips
you fucker!"

He obliged as his loins erupted, exploding into her.

"I'm almost there!"

"God, I'm coming!" Michael screamed.

"Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!" Leigh screamed as they came together.

They lay quietly for a while, then Leigh rolled off the side of the
bed and went in to take a shower.

When she returned Michael was dozing and she snuggled up against him
and took his earlobe between her teeth and woke him.

"Sweetie, that last one was exceptional. Want to try to come again?"

"No lover, I've had it for tonight." 

"Okay, let's get some sleep. I love you, Michael."

"I love you too, Leigh. It was a great evening. Thanks for dragging me
out. I promise we'll do this more often."

"You mean fucking?'

"No . . . well, yes, but going out on the town and fucking is more in
line with what I meant."

"I knew that, sweetie," and she kissed his face, rolled over to allow
him to fit against her butt spoon fashion and they drifted off to
sleep.

  
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or Storiesonline

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