1. Just Call Me Sir- Chapter 1


    Date: 9/30/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: Hotpants66, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    ringing. I look at the caller id and know it is him. I answer before the second ring. “You’re late today.” He says with just a bit of cockiness in his tone. Well I can match that, “Really? Didn’t know I needed to inform of my schedule changes.” I hear a slight laugh as I notice him walking toward me but still on the line. “You will learn to inform me of many things.” I disconnect the call as he reaches the table. “I highly doubt that I will need to inform you of anything.” He pulls out a chair and sits down next to me. “I disagree.” He takes his sunglasses off and his eyes are the bluest I have ever seen, so intoxicating I don’t even notice his hand until I feel it on my thigh. I look down and watch his hand stroking up and down my thigh, going just a little higher each time. His fingers under my skirt, just grazing the edge of my panties as the waitress walks up and he pulls away. I am under a spell of sorts and don’t even hear what she says and notice they are both just looking at me. “I’m sorry, I was lost for a minute, what did you say.” They both laugh. She tells me that she said she was glad we finally decided to sit at the same table, and turns to walk away. “Well she could at least take our order.” I mumble a bit too loudly. He laughs again, “she did, I ordered for you.” He ordered for me? “We’re having grilled chicken salads. Don’t bother saying you don’t like it, I know you do.” I wonder if he ordered something containing more protein. It’s like he is reading my ...
    mind when his hand slides back up my thigh, stopping just short of my now very soaked panties, “that comes after lunch.” He leans in little closer, fingers now inside my panties stroking my clit as his other hand grabs the back of neck and kisses me softly, biting my lip before he pulls away. Something tells me there is no need arguing about whatever he means by that. She comes back a too quick with our salads for my liking. I really don’t want him to pull his hand away yet. We eat quickly, practically in silence. It feels like those blue eyes are undressing me and that look does nothing to help the ache in my pussy calm down. By the time we’re done I’ve worked up the nerve to ask how he got my number but before I can he tells me we are now going for a ride. “What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?” He doesn’t say a word and runs his hand up my thigh again, sliding inside my panties and running his finger from clit to slit, and then pulling it back and running it along my lips making me taste myself. “I am certain you do.” I could cum right here, right now, and know there’s no need denying that I do want to go for a ride, but I wonder if he realizes the ride I want doesn’t involve his car. We reach his car and I go to open the door but he opens it for me. “Well aren’t you a gentleman.” He shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s side, thinking that it was a bit rude he didn’t answer I am primed to give him a smart remark when he gets in. As he opens his door ...
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