by Kaylee Kane
I thought of Vylan and an idea suddenly hit me. I couldn’t stop Xavior alone but I had Vylan. He was a vigilante and if we worked together, we would be able to stop his evil syndicate.
Excitement catapulted me to blurt it out to Cecily. “Vylan and I are going out for dinner tonight.”
Cecily widened her eyes at me. “Really? That’s really cool. I mean, I am glad you found the one. So where are you guys going? And what are you going to where? And–“
I had to raise my hand to stop her from going on with the questions before I could answer all of them. “Relax. It’s just a simple dinner for both of us to know each other better.”
“You still gotta dress up, right? I mean, the first impression makes all the differences,” said Cecily.
“We have seen each other, more than you think.”
“It’s a freaking dinner, Cecily. I don’t want to be spending too much time and effort on something trivial like that.”
“What time is it?”
“Seven. He’s picking me up. And I told Vylan I am his neighbor in the end.”
“That’s it. I am coming to your place at six. You got any dresses you think you can wear?”
I slumped on the coffee table. I was already tired thinking about makeup and dressing up. “I am just wearing tee and jeans. Nothing too fancy.”
“No way in hell!” Cecily glanced at me up and down. “You mean like that? You are not meeting with me for a coffee, babe. You are meeting the love of your life.”
“But we have met. We even fucked. Is there anything else to hide anymore?”
“Come, let’s go shopping for your makeover.” Cecily packed her stuff and got on her feet.
“You know that it’s not really a good idea now that I am unemployed,” I said.
“Here’s an idea for you. Why don’t you sell the car for some quick cash? Well, you are not going to keep it anyway.”
A sigh escaped from my chest and I dragged myself up to go with her.
My mind kept bouncing back and forth between Xavior and Trixter. What was their plan? What were they going to do next?
12
I couldn’t be more grateful for Cecily the moment I set foot in the luxurious five-starred restaurant. When Vylan knocked on my door in his dark navy suit, I was completely melted.
He looked even bigger in size and more matured in formal dress. When I leaned in for a kiss, the smell of his masculine cologne engulfed me, making my head spin.
“You look so elegant, Katrine. So beautiful,” said Vylan, his piercing blue eyes stilled on my face.
My pussy throbbed, making the G-string that hiked up my butt crack so wet. I could just pull her into my house and do him right on the floor. I couldn’t really see Vylan’s handsome face without thinking about his massive dick inside my pussy. But this time, I got better control of myself.
We could wait, I told myself. Once the dinner was over, I was going to fuck him raw wherever we were.
I knew that wherever this place Vylan was taking me, it was going to be flash. The shopping trip with Cecily took five hundred dollars out of my pocket but I ended up with a really beautiful red split dress and a pair of gold heels.
I hated to admit I really loved them so much. For someone who had never been to a prom, this was as exciting for me, especially when Cecily had volunteered to help me doll up and look like I was attending my own wedding.
“I never knew the existence of this place until now. I didn’t think that many flash restaurants in Corn City could survive. You know the demographics here,” I said after we sat down at our table and the waiter had taken our orders.
“Yeah, I found this restaurant a couple of months ago. I couldn’t find a special occasion to come here until now,” said Vylan, his eyes smiled at me.
I smiled sheepishly and looked away at the waiter who came back with the bottle of red wine and poured for us. We clinked our glasses and took a sip of the smooth drink.
“Do you want to know a secret?” said Vylan.
“What is it?”
“I am actually such a big fan of yours I keep all the newspaper clippings of Mysterious Kitty in my journal,” said Vylan excitedly.
“No way!” Did he mean he had a wall of fame for me too? Gosh, another point for being my dream man!
“Never have I thought I would meet you in real life. I still can’t believe what happened last night.”
I smiled. “Me too. I really think that you have great potential to be a vigilante. You should actually focus on working on your own brand, become the new hero of Corn City.”
“I got so inspired by your heroic stories I actually wanted to become a superhero myself. I told all my friends and family about it and that’s how they came out with the Beast. They thought I was hunky like a beast.” He started laughing.
Oh yeah, and hung like one. I smiled to myself as I sipped my wine. My whole body cringed in excitement. Why did I feel like I need to take my clothes off and let him smother me with his touch every time I see him?
Granted, Vylan was really hot. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen. He was my dream guy, too. But why did I turn into a slut around him? Did he have some magical aura that turned people like me into a needy whore?
I glanced around to see that the other diners were engrossed in their conversation. Some were taking we-fies with their phone cameras. All minding their own business.
My hand itched to touch myself. The tables were all fringed with a long tablecloth, covering our legs, so it was the perfect setting for the perfect crime. No one would know what I was doing undercover, would they?
Maybe I should have grabbed Vylan and fucked him in my lounge before we headed over here.
A little bit of naughty wasn’t going to hurt anybody, right? My hand snaked under the tablecloth and through the slit of my skirt.
My fingers slipped under the thin strap of my G-string easily and I started running circles on my clit, kneading the already wet warm spot.
My body squirmed with excitement.
“Are you alright?” asked Vylan.
“Yeah, just a little cold,” I said sheepishly, my two fingers slick with my own juice.
Vylan stood up. Oh my gosh, his chest muscles bulging, prodding through his immaculate white shirt as he peeled off his suit jacket. My mouth fell open slightly, my crack ached against my fingers.
I wasn’t the only one staring at him. Few young ladies from nearby table ogled as he removed his jacket and came around the table to put it over my shoulders.
“Here you go,” said Vylan. What a perfect gentleman. I couldn’t help feeling lucky and happy for myself. I smiled at him when he returned to his seat.
“Thank you so much, Vylan. You are such a good man,” I said, frisking my fingers over my pussy with heightened urgency. My breathing became heavy and started to turn raspy.
My juice oozed out of my crack and wetted the cushion of my chair. I spread my thighs a little, to give it a bit of airing. Thankfully the tablecloth gave me a bit of coverage and filter the smell of pussy.
“I hope you are hungry,” said Vylan casually. “The steaks here are huge but they really taste so good. At least according to the reviews I read.”
My mouth already watered thinking about it. Not the steaks. Rather Vylan’s steaks. He had no fucking idea of how ravenous I was for him.
“I’d like to try the desserts too,” said Vylan.
I barely heard anything he said. He leaned in over the table as he spoke to me. His shirt was pulled taut and wrapped around his muscles tightly he might as well be naked. How unfair to be teased like that.
My eyes feasted his body as my fingers flicked my juicy cunt with increased enthusiasm, wishing it was his fingers instead of mine. If we were alone, I would rip off that thin shirt and ride him on the table.
“Or you could eat me instead?” I muttered.
Vylan smiled sheepishly and whispered, “I would if you let
me.”
He had no fucking idea how fucking wet I was. My pussy was so drenched I needed to change seats. Lucky for the deep red color of my dress, you couldn’t really see the stain. Unfortunately, the chair cushion was pink.
My pulses were racing through my blood and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I glanced around and saw the tables that were here before us and they weren’t served yet. I thought it would take some time before our food would arrive.
This was it. I had to tell him what I wanted. Cecily’s words echoed in my head. A woman gotta have fun and live her life or somewhere along the line. I couldn’t think straight anymore.
All I could think of was his massive erect dick deep inside my guts.
I leaned over the table a little bit more than I had to, squeezing my arms over my boobs to make them look fuller and my cleavage deeper. It was a success when I caught Vylan glance at my chest. He couldn’t even focus his gaze on my face.
I smiled sheepishly to myself and said, “I am going to the washroom. Do you want to come with me?” If that wasn’t obvious enough, I had no idea what to do.
“Come with you?”
“Yeah, just a quick one,” I said, winking. I grabbed onto the hem of the tablecloth, crumpling it as I wiped my hand on it.
Vylan stared at me for a moment, then he smiled to himself. “Yeah, sure why not?”
When I stood up, I saw a big wet splotch on the chair and quickly pushed it under the table. Reaching for the perfume in my bag, I sprayed it over myself, covering the pussy smell.
Once the door was shut, Vylan turned around, grabbed my wrists to pin them above my head, and started kissing my fervently, smudging my red lipstick all over my face.
His tongue thrust into my mouth, claiming me as if we had never done this before. His hands cupped on my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, Cecily’s suggestion and that was the best idea she’d ever given me.
My hard tits prod through the thin material of the dress into his palms, feeling the heat of his hands emanating over my skin.
The air-cond might be blasting at full force, but my body burned like an oven.
My G-strings
I thought masturbating under the table in a five-starred restaurant was naughty enough to get me banned from this place forever if they caught me.
But sneaking away for a quickie with Vylan just gave me a whole new meaning of naughty adventure. I suppressed my groan as he kneaded the lump of my breasts, his fingers clamping my erect tit.
But still, a soft moan escaped from my wet, tender lips from his rough kissing.
Vylan’s hands crept down to take my hands, his fingers laced in mine. Then, he lifted my right hand to kiss on the back of my hand. He flashed a wry smile.
“I knew you were playing with yourself, Mysterious Kitty,” he whispered, his voice turned husky and low, almost muttering.
I held my breath as shame spread through my face, setting my pussy in fire afresh. I closed and ground my thighs together to hold back my aching cunt, screaming for attention.
“I could smell your sweet cunt back at our table,” he said, kissing me on the neck. The smell of his manly spicy cologne wafted into my nose, making the flame burn more brightly inside me.
“You did?” And who else actually smelled my pussy right there? My head spun thinking about it. Surely I would get banned this time.
“Don’t worry. I don’t think other people can smell you. Only I do. And I remember just exactly how sweet it smells and tastes like. In fact, I’d like to have some appetizer before we start.”
My body cringed impatiently with lust. I spread my legs a little, let the cold air kiss my crack through the thin material of the G-string that barely covered anything.
Vylan bent over and scooped me up under my thighs with his strong arms. I never realized how strong Vylan was until now. The makeshift walls of the washroom stall vibrated in sync with my pussy when my elbows banged against it.
I shushed myself, reminding myself that we were not in the privacy of our house but in the public washroom of a world-class restaurant. The idea itself got me even hornier.
Thankfully for the rose-scented deodorant that drowned my pussy smell.
My arms bent at my elbows as I leaned against the walls of the stall for support as Vylan lifted me in his strong muscular arms. Sweat pooled in his chest, turning the white shirt transparent.
It wasn’t like I had never seen him completely naked. But the thrill from seeing the taut, compact muscles of his chest just fired bolts of excitement through my spine.
With my legs spread out like that, my G-string barely covered my glistened pussy, juicy with my own creamy delirium.
I heard the unbuckling of the belt. With only one hand, he undid his belt and unzipped his fly. His massive dick that I had long yearned for sprang out in its full extended size.
The musk of his manhood filled my nostrils, awakening all the senses in me. His large head, glossy in his own excitement, bobbed just inches from my aching cunt.
“Put it in!” I muttered my cry. The last thing I wanted was for the manager to kick us out for making out, especially in the washroom for disabled.
I didn’t recall seeing any disabled person when we were in the dining hall, but that didn’t mean we could occupy it for too long. Plus, my nerves were already tingling, begging for Vylan to stick it in.
The raspy breathing and the dreamy, glazed look in his eyes betrayed his eagerness. He wrapped his hand around his erection and rubbed it up and down, made me wish that it was my hand that was around his play stick.
“Oh gosh, just stick it in already,” I said, gasping.
“You want me inside you, yeah?” he husked. Since when Vylan learned to become such a tease.
I clenched my fists when Vylan pushed his bulbous head on my clit, running in circles before he found the way in, stretching through my thigh channel. He barely pulled the G-string aside, didn’t even bother to remove it.
Closing my eyes, I drank in the girth of his size stretching my pussy as his length inserted me completely. He rocked his body against mine, our abdomens kissed.
He hovered inches above me, breathing hot minty breath into my face. Sweat dotted my forehead and chest. I yearned to remove his suit jacket and tear off this dress.
My hand snapped to cover my mouth when a quiet moan slipped out. Vylan continued to buck his body against mine, his fat thick shaft grazing in and out of my hole in hot delicious thrusts.
I heaved in and out, fighting to even out my breathing. His grunts filled my ears, making my insides churn with want.
This had to be the best sex I’d ever had and it wasn’t even as filthy as having sex with the supervillains. It was just pure love between the two of us and two same-minded lovers having a little bit of naughty fun in a naughty place.
“I want you to fuck me forever,” I whispered. I thought I blacked out for a second.
I wasn’t even sure if this was real life or just a dream. If it was a dream, I wanted to sleep forever.
“I want to fill you up forever,” Vylan merely gasped.
The wall vibrated against my back as Vylan thrust in and out. It was obvious he didn’t even care if someone heard us anymore. The moment was just about the two of us and both of us wanted to have a great time and it was all that mattered.
“I am going to come inside you,” he gasped.
“Yes, yes, I want you too!” I clenched my fists on his white shirt, crumpling his sleeve.
I could only smell the essence of the two of us as he gunned his dick hard into me, filling my pussy up. My cunt was on fire and every thrust was like splashing kerosene to the flame, catapulting me to the edge of climax.
That was the undoing of me. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore as I moaned and threw my head back, feeling the immense pleasure filling up every space inside me.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to,” Vylan grunted and released inside me, pumping
hot creamy cum inside my cunt, filling up every space within my tummy.
Bolts of pleasure shot through my core. I exploded after him, my own hot cream oozed out of my cunt, dribbling all over his dick and the insides of my dress.
Our bodies glistened with hot sweat as our eyes pierced into each other’s soul. My head was spinning so quickly I thought my soul was leaving my body.
“That was so good, Vylan. I want to fuck you forever,” I gasped, my breasts bobbed as my chest heaved and fell in harmony with his.