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My master and I have been together for some time, but we haven’t really played yet. As an absolute freshcomer in the scene, I was able to answer what I like and what I just don’t like to give no satisfactory answers. I’ve really never thought about it before. He was therefore still a lot to explore.
Where does she want to go, where do I want to have her (which of course he would not tell me completely).
So for some time he was looking for a second woman for some time. Since I had concerns, we were able to agree that I would get my eyes connected and just enjoy it. In this respect I was very relaxed when he was just before Christmas asked if I would accompany him on a business lunch. A colleague from outside is in the city.
He wanted to stroll with him over the Christmas market and then eat it dinner.
So that the conversations do not revolve around work all the time, my companion would be a welcome change. Without superior, I agreed. I had my Lord too rarely around myself. And even less often in public.
It would be very exciting to experience it outside in normal everyday life. “Take a chic. Rock is mandatory. And leave the panties away!“I got applied for the evening.
I found the task alone in the winter temperatures quite adventurous.
To defy the cold, I decided on my strip panty, overknee boots and a long coat. Even if I only wore a short business rock and blouse under the coat, I should probably survive Christmas market for an hour or two. It was still cold. And dying boring.
The colleague, Mr. Klarssen, was a high -flyer. Fresh from the university, he held the same position here on the outside position as my master, but apparently studying was much more than professional experience for him.
Especially towards me he behaved very much from above. Always smiling, he gave me to understand that I have no idea about the big wide world and business. If he hadn’t been so narrow -minded, I might have found him quite attractive, but he was always more unappealing me.
I tried not to show myself. After all, it is my master’s business date.
He shouldn’t be ashamed of me. Nevertheless, I made a tentative attempt and asked my gentleman on the right opportunity whether I should really accompany him to eat. I would not be hungry at all and I don’t seem to be an enrichment for this evening.
In response, I only received a warning look. So I could have saved the question. I was happy when we arrived at the restaurant.
I had survived the first half of the evening, I will still create the second one now too. I would have preferred to have been alone with my master now.
The restaurant was one of the nobler variety. Small but fine, the tables with the long white tablecloths stood closely on. The light was steamed, the staff was polite, more than 30 guests did not find space here at the same time. The corner table at the back left was reserved for us.
My gentleman put his hand on my back and delegated me directly into the corner.
He sat next to it and pulled my skirt up unnoticed, so I was on the cold with the bare butt leather sat. I had to smile. So he wanted to play this game today. His colleague took space to us and immediately began to resume the thread of a entertainment, which was boring beforehand.
I tried to follow him mentally and to bring myself into the conversation as witty as possible.
I ignored his arrogance and almost hung on his lips, not just so as not to embarrass my Lord. When the starter was cleared and the waiter came with the main course, I mentally made the second cross. Now I had almost done the evening. My hands grabbed the cutlery and I wish you happy appetite.
But my gentleman put his hand on my left arm, so I put the cutlery back down.
He looked at me and said “Bon appetite is a nice keyword and the right time to show Mr. Klarssen how cool you cocks suck can”. I don’t know who was more shocked, Mr. Klarssen or me. The red shot into my cheeks. This was about verbal Humiliation, Or did he really want me to work? Since I was unsure, I did nothing at first and did not dare to see Mr. Klarssen, the laying of the laying.
“What are you waiting for? Down with you, ”said my gentleman Scharf and pointed with his eyes towards the edge of the table.
Slowly I took the napkin off the lap, put it next to my cutlery and began to meander under the table. Hopefully nobody sees me here, I could only think. “You can take the napkin with you. In it you bring us his juice afterwards.
You keep you warm in your mouth until we’re done with food.
We want to enjoy the main course in peace “. The whole situation was terribly uncomfortable for me. I crouched here with a bare butt under the table between two pairs of men’s legs. Fortunately, thanks to the long tablecloths, I was only able to Feet see.
But I heard every conversation around me. Mr. Klarssen seemed to have trapped again. He was already talking about business again – albeit less concentrated than before.
I heard cutlery rattling. They had started to eat.
My cheeks glowed with shame when I started to open Mr. Klarssen’s pants. And at the same time I noticed the heat between my legs. I was actually damp. I would not have thought that possible.
My gentleman had already thought. With a short controlling hand handle under the table, he put two fingers directly into my wet cunt.
I could hear how he grinned slightly while talking. I had difficulty with Mr. Klarssensen’s pants. The belt just didn’t want to open, the button wasn’t really.
I started to sweat and was only glad that the situation seemed to be also seemed to turn him on too. That would make it a little easier for me later. When I just finally get my pants up. “Will it soon be?“Came from above and my hand’s hand was painfully tricked into my left buttocks.
Mr. Klarssen finally came to help me and freed his tail himself.
It was also time because he literally jumped towards me. His glans already shone damp. I would have preferred my Lord’s tail, but as he always said “you have to go through now”. When I slowly put him in my mouth and with the Tongue played on his shaft, I was able to hear how the air was sharpened sharply over me at the table and Mr. Klarssen began to cough again.
I had to smile.
Thank you very much, my gentleman for giving me the upper hand about this important person. Unfortunately, the joy was short -lived. After working extensively with my tongue, I picked up his cock as deep as possible in my mouth. Mr. Klarssen had apparently waited for this moment.
Without interrupting his monologue, he rushed into my hair and pressed my face deep into his lap.
His tip pushed my suppositories, the tears shot my eyes. I had to concentrate strongly so as not to be loud too strangle. Again and again he pushed deep into me and kept my head in position. I had difficulty getting enough air.
At the top I ran out of my mouth and between my legs the juice literally ran out of me. When his cock began to twitch, he pulled it out a bit and injected on my tongue in large batches.
I felt after the napkin next to me, but my master put his foot on it. “Sub, we are still eating. What did I tell you?“I crouched under the table on all fours, still trembling with effort and with this foreign juice in my mouth that seemed to be more and more.
My lord put his leg between mine and pushed my thighs apart with his knee. With his hand he began to distribute my moisture on my legs and the buttocks.
Again and again his fingers disappeared in my column. I almost wished he would stop because I was about to be violent orgasm and didn’t know where to put the juice in my mouth. I whimpered and began to wind myself.
My hand clawed into the napkin, which he was still holding on the floor with his foot. I was so close to the redeeming orgasm. At that moment the waiter came to the table.
My gentleman took his hand from me and released the napkin. “Did you enjoy your meal?“I heard from above.
I couldn’t follow the rest of the conversation, I was just too busy with myself. I took the napkin and spat in. Finally I could really take a breath again. I was so hot.
The blood pounded between my legs. My drying juice left a slight feeling of tension on my legs.
It sounds strangely when I say “I’ve never been so violent before coming”? Finally the tablecloth rose and I was allowed to crawl back to the surface. I don’t want to know how disassembled I looked like now. My gentleman proudly pated my thigh and discreet my blouse discreetly.
I laid the napkin next to myself and my gentleman had it cleared away with the rest of the plates.
I couldn’t look Mr. Klarssen in the eye. “We’re going now,” my gentleman whispered in my ear. “But I haven’t eaten anything yet!“I tried to protest briefly (what did I think about the contradictions?))). But my gentleman just grinned and said “You can still have something from me at home” …
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