Paula's Playdate

by Nicole Draylock

  Paula’s Playdate

  By Nicole Draylock

  Copyright 2013 Nicole Draylock

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  Paula had been waiting all week for tonight. Jonathon, assuming he was using his own name, looked quite dreamy, and his online presence was so masterful that she couldn’t wait to see if he was as hot in person as he was online. He had all the right answers, and seemed like the perfect “date” to satisfy her carnal lusts which she had been ignoring for far too long. Tonight they were to meet at one of the swankier hotels in the city, where he would wine and dine her, and if both were satisfied, he would take her to a room, and use her like a plaything, the thought of which left her panties damp every time she considered it.

  Paula loved to be used, and used roughly. She didn’t care for bruises, but she loved to be tied up and made to submit to her lover’s every whim. Something about begging her lover not to do something, to pretend that she was being forced made her more excited than any more caring lover ever could, and tonight Jonathon had promised to make her beg him to stop and also to ignore her and take his want of her body.

  Getting dressed for such a date was always the hardest part for her. She had never actually met Jonathon, but his tastes were well known to her. She had been talking to him for weeks, and had traded some rather intimate details especially since her agreement to meet with him. Starting with the basics, she chose a nice yellow thong with lace around the tiny little triangle that covered her pussy but only barely. The matching bra that left little to the imagination completed her undergarments. The weather promised to be warm, so she slipped into a sundress that hit her about mid-thigh and complemented that with a wide leather belt at her waist. Shoes were the next thing, and though Jonathon had not shown any signs of a foot fetish, he had mentioned how he loved a woman in heels, so she put on a pair of platform heels that she loved because at only five foot one, they made her feel tall.

  Catching a cab at half past six, she arrived only a few minutes before the designated time to find him already there. The trouble with meeting someone in these circumstances was that you could never be sure if the pictures of the person were real, or how old they were. She’d once met a fellow who had clearly been binging for years since his photo was taken. She didn’t mind that he was fairly heavy set and balding now, but would have preferred the truth up front. As it turned out he’d been a talented master. Jonathon on the other hand was even more handsome in person than his photos had been able to show. Tonight was going to be a good night.

  “I’ve taken the liberty of ordering us some wine” Jonathon said as she walked up. He took her hand, pulling her close with such familiarity that a casual observer would no doubt have thought they were long time lovers. Pulling her into his powerful embrace was all it took to create a fresh dampening in her crotch. He was so strong that she was sure that she could not have resisted him if she tried. She wanted to say something, but he leaned down and kissed her, deeply and passionately. His tongue moved against her lips insistently and without even a token struggle her lips parted allowing him to penetrate her for the first time.

  Paula moaned softly into his mouth, already his plaything. She knew that he wanted some struggle; that the prize for him was making her submit, but she would save the struggle for the room. She was ready now, after this one kiss, but he was entirely too disciplined she knew just from the feel of him. He was possessing her already, and she would have to work very hard not to yield too swiftly to his desires.

  As suddenly as it began, he pulled away, holding her hand still but making no more possessive gesture. “This way” he said, leading her into the restaurant, to where he had presumably already reserved them a table. To her surprise, the table was already set with their dinner. He had ordered them Lobster and despite the earlier desire to skip the meal and dive straight into the dessert, the scent of the lobster wafting up from her plate soon had her tongue as moist as her panties.

  Their table was in a secluded part of the restaurant that contained only a few tables. While the rest of the place was bustling with customers, she noticed that only their table was occupied in this section. Jonathon noticed her gaze and smirked. “I paid to reserve the entire section; I thought we might enjoy a little privacy” he said.

  Pulling out a chair for her in a most old school gentlemanly fashion, Jonathan looked at her. Paula quickly sat down, and Jonathon joined her, moving close. He was far closer than a first date would normally sit, well inside the bounds of her personal space. “Try the lobster” he told her, watching her without touching his own. Paula looked askance at him, but did as he instructed. The succulent flesh of the big crustacean the only motivation she needed. As she placed a morsel of the buttery meat upon her tongue, she felt Jonathon’s hand slide onto her leg and up, moving inward.

  Paula wasn’t surprised by the initial touch, but as his hand continued up inside her dress straight to her damp panties, she was both shocked and delighted by his forwardness. She brought her knees together, feigning a desire to prevent him access, but he pulled hard against her leg, leaning in and whispering in her ear “spread yourself; I will have your cunt any time I please.”

  Paula’s salivation at the delicious lobster could no longer keep pace with the juiciness between her thighs, and she relented, opening her legs far wider than was ladylike. She continued to eat daintily from her lobster, suppressing her desire to moan as much as was possible as he stroked her labia through the thin fabric of her panties, then pulled them aside to run his fingers up and down the shorn lips of her sex.

  “How is your lobster madam?” came the waiter’s voice right behind her, making Paula jump. Even as she did, Jonathon took advantage, sliding his hand under to cup her sex as though he’d been awaiting this very moment.

  “It is wonderful” Jonathon replied, “you should see her face; with each bite she grows more fervent in expressing her pleasure.”

  Paula wasn’t sure how to respond herself but took another small bite of the lobster and looked around at the waiter intent on just nodding. Jonathon had other plans though and just as she made eye contact with the young waiter, he pushed a finger into her pussy deep and hard. No matter how she fought she could not hold back the low moan that slipped from her, and no doubt the waiter had never seen such expression of exquisite pleasure on the face of one of the guests. It was embarrassing, but also very titillating at the same time.

  The waiter stared at her for a moment before finding his voice once again. “I’m so very glad you are enjoying your dinner. If you need me for anything, just ask for Kevin.” With that he turned and went back to the kitchen.

  Jonathon dug another finger into her, and said quietly “you are a naughty slut; I think I will make you cum in this chair and leave the evidence for our young lad to find.”

  Paula blushed scarlet at the thought. She had warned Jonathon that she was a screamer, and it was very hard for her to be quiet when she came. If he made her cum here at the table, she had no idea how she could keep the whole restaurant from knowing exactly what they were up to. And even if she somehow managed it, the young waiter would certainly know.

  He didn’
t seem to care, and begin to frig her wetness rapidly as his thumb moved between her labia, finding her clit and stroking it in time with the short thrusts of his fingers. In moments she was panting; fighting to hold back the climax that was taking shape against her will. “Cum for me slut” he whispered in her ear, working his hand faster and faster.

  Suddenly, it happened. Paula couldn’t hold it back anymore and she bit down on her lip to stifle the screams of ecstasy that burst from her chest. Her body heaved and her mind reeled. The whimpers and moans that she could not contain sounded as loud as gunfire in her own ears, and what little of her rational mind that remained feared what would happen in moments when the staff and concerned patrons came running to see if she was in need of help. Thrashing in her chair she dropped her fork, adding to the din of her bodily release.

  To her utter relief, no one came to look, though she could hardly imagine how anyone in the restaurant was unaware of what had transpired. All she wanted to do now was to leave, to go to their room and finish what was begun without restraint, but as suddenly as Jonathon had begun, he stopped, straightening up and licking his fingers with a smile before picking up his own fork and beginning to eat. He was so calm and focused on his meal that had the evidence of what he had just done not been dripping on her chair, she would have doubted that it had even happened.

  Paula was beginning to wonder if she had done something wrong before he finished his dinner. He acted throughout his meal as if she didn’t even exist, and by the time he finally laid down his fork, Paula thought she might cry. None of the turmoil that she had expected had occurred; no one had come to see what had caused her to make such noises. She couldn’t imagine that they had not been overheard, but no one seemed to have reacted. It was only after he finished the last bite that Jonathon acknowledged her again.

  Suddenly standing, Jonathon spoke without even looking at her. “Follow me” he said, turning and walking out of the restaurant without even looking back to see if she followed his instructions.

  Paula quickly followed, and minutes later found herself in a private sweet. Jonathon, who hadn’t looked at her at all since he’d fingered her to a mind shattering orgasm in public, suddenly stared at her with keen interest. “Remove your clothing” he ordered, not looking away. Feeling somewhat bashful suddenly, she followed his instructions as her cheeks pinked slightly. It was obvious that he meant everything, and a few moments later, her clothing in a loose pile near the door, Paula stood before him completely nude.

  She felt what the prey must feel as the predator closes for the kill as he circled her slowly, admiring all of her features. His gaze was riveted on her body but she could not tell from his expression whether he was pleased or disappointed. Paula was considered beautiful by almost everyone, she knew, but in this moment that only opinion that mattered was his and the thought that he might be dissatisfied was nearly too much for her to bear. Finally, he completed his circuit around her, and nodded affirmatively giving her a relief.

  “Kneel” he ordered quietly and Paula moved quickly to obey. Jonathon walked to a case that he had prepared on a side table. Reaching in he pulled out a coil of rope, and Paula felt a thrill travel down her spine, rebounding when it reached her newly dripping sex and terminating in the animal portion of her brain. When he returned he moved behind her, taking her hands one at a time and beginning to bind her; first her wrists, and then her upper arms. He tied her so tight that he arms were unable to move at all. The man had done this before, and now that Paula was utterly at his mercy she couldn’t stop thinking about what would come next.

  “You are mine now” he said. “I will use your body in every way possible, do you understand?” he asked.

  Paula nodded, prepared to give him whatever he desired.

  “Good. Now come” he said, helping her to her feet by catching her under the arm with one strong hand and leading her to the side table that had the case on it. Releasing her, he pulled the table away from the wall and moved the case to the floor opposite where she now stood. Grasping the knot that she had put her hair up in, he pulled her down over the table, making her bend over until her stomach and breasts rested against the cool wood. He head hung over the far edge of the table, and she could clearly see the contents of the case for the first time. Dread warred with excitement within her as she saw what he had planned.

  “Do not move” he ordered, releasing her so that he could retrieve some of the sinister and sexy items from the case. The collar came first. It went around her neck and covered almost to the ears. There was a something strange about the mouth hole, but as he tightened the strap at the back of her neck, Paula understood what was happening. A hinge built into the latex material on either side of the mouth forced her mouth open wide. In this situation, she realized there was little she could do if he chose to go farther than she was willing, but that in itself was all the more exciting for her.

  Next came the strap that he used from arm to arm under the table which secured her in place. Now there was absolutely nothing she could do to raise up. Held fast to the table, with no chance of escape she felt her excitement building. There was one item in the box that she was unfamiliar with. Parts of the strange contraption looked routine enough. There were two phallus shaped objects, one fairly large and the other somewhat thinner, as well as a pair of painful looking nipple clamps. All were made of metal, and all were connected by wires to a small box with a button and a dial upon it. She would have assumed that the box controlled some sort of vibration, but if so why was it connected to the clamps?

  He connected the clamps to her nipples by pulling her breasts out at a painful angle away from her body and allowed the wires to hang off the sides where they were connected to the box. In her current position she could not follow him as he next moved behind her. She could hear him moving about for a minute then felt the cold metal of the larger phallus slide into her wet sex roughly making her grunt. She knew what was coming next and a moment later she exhaled sharply as he jammed the slimmer phallus into her unprepared anus. She was not a huge fan of anal sex, though she routinely submitted to it as part and parcel of what titillated her most, so the slender metal “wand” didn’t hurt so much as it shocked her with the general roughness of the insertion.

  Something about the apparatus was vaguely troubling, but she couldn’t put her finger on it until a moment later when he came around and knelt in front of her, smiling and holding the small control box. As he depressed the button Paula’s most sensitive areas suddenly came alive as an electric charge passed through them. Surprisingly, while excruciatingly painful, the sensation left her sensual bits tingling with something surprisingly similar to pleasure.

  “That was just the lowest setting. We will work up to the maximum before we’re through” Jonathon told her. She wasn’t sure about that, but there was little she could do. A second later she saw him turn the dial and depress the button. This time the shock was such that her body stiffened and she reflexively arched her back. To her utter amazement she felt the thrum of orgasmic discharge fire through her body. It was the most unusual feeling to experience orgasm through such stimulation. She couldn’t even say if it felt pleasurable, but it certainly was different, and seemed to have the same result on her psyche.

  Notch by notch Paula watched as he increased the setting on the device and depressed the trigger. By the seventh or eighth setting, she could feel nothing but burning pain, and the sense of orgasm turned into uncontrolled bodily spasms. There was nothing she could do to stop what was happening, but she desperately wanted this part of his pleasure to end. Finally, a few settings later, he said “there we are, all topped out. I think you respond best to a three or four.” She watched him turn the dial back several notches through the tear streaks across her vision, and felt an immediate sense of relief.

  Until now, he had remained fully clothed, but he sat the box aside for a moment, and removed his pants and boxers together, kicking his shoes aside. The dress shirt he wore hung low on
him, but his semi-erect cock was very visible, and she realized that she had never seen such a large specimen of manhood before. I was not even fully hardened and clearly it was just a bit short of being as long as a ruler. She suspected that he was at least eleven inches long, and as thick as a summer sausage. He picked up the box now in one hand as he stood right in front of her, and pushed the fat tip of his cock into her mouth. She could do nothing to prevent it as he pushed it to the back of her mouth.

  She had long since mastered her gag reflex or she would have been in trouble, for it seemed he was testing this. She expected him to start thrusting the fraction of his cock that was in her mouth in and out again, but instead he hit the button, making her body tingle with electric charge. He groaned as the charge conducted through her and into his own organ, pushing forward reflexively. The tight restriction of her throat prevented his passage until as quickly as it began, the shock ended. As her body relaxed from the convulsions, she was surprised to find that his cock slid right down her throat, forcing itself deeper into her mouth than any had ever gone. She was still feeling the sensation like an orgasm as he began thrusting now. He was completely shutting off her airway when he bottomed out in her mouth, the trimmed pubes at the base of his enormous cock tickling her lips.

  Taking her head in one hand he began to fuck her mouth, and Paula tried to relax, timing her breathing as best she could to the rhythm of his thrusting. It was difficult at first but after a time, even the sudden changes in his tempo were manageable. He went at her for several minutes like this, his enormous cock making her throat raw from the continuous abuse, until suddenly he stopped; his cock fully buried in her throat, and pressed the button. She could feel her throat tighten around his shaft, and felt the intense pull on her entire body as every muscle constricted from the electricity coursing through it.

  Paula had no idea how long he held the button down with his cock so deep in her mouth. Once or twice she felt him pull back, only to find that the contraction of her body was holding his shaft fixed in her throat. For a moment she panicked, still unable to breathe, but then he let go of the trigger, and his cock slid back easily, the head resting atop her tongue. He pressed the button once again, and she felt his cock pulse as he shot a load of semen straight into the gaping maw of her throat.