The chauffeur was waiting for her at the rear door of the stretch limo. She walked over to the door and flashed him a pleasant smile.
“Your ride, ma’am,” he stated, tipping his hat to her and opening the rear passenger side door of the limo.
“Thank you,” Angela replied, and then climbed inside the limo as he closed the door behind her.
Anderson was inside the limousine and he had quite a lunch spread prepared for the two of them in the back of the elaborate limousine.
“Hello, darling,” he said in his smooth, melodic sensual voice. “I hope you’re hungry. I know I sure I am.” He licked his lips in a sexual way that made Angela instantly moist between her legs.
Angela flashed him a sexy smile and batted her eyes at him. It still never ceased to amaze her how he always made her feel like a gushing young girl every time she was in his presence.
“Hello, Mr. Cromby,” she crooned, already feeling the ache in her core.
Her body always reacted in an arousing way whenever she was with him. He had a certain power over her—a sexual power—that she could never deny, even if she wanted to. She slid into the seat beside him, greeting him with a firm kiss on the lips.
“Mmm, tastes like the appetizer already,” Anderson stated, winking at her flirtatiously. Angela swooned like a blushing schoolgirl.
She looked over at the delicious-looking spread of exotic fruits and creams that Anderson had so carefully laid out for their erotic lunch break. There was a bowl of ripe strawberries and several flavors of whipped cream. There was also a plate of fruits that Angela couldn’t name right off the bat, but they looked incredibly enticing and tasty. There was also a bottle of expensive-looking champagne with two wine glasses sitting directly in front of it.
“Oh, wow!” Angela’s eyes lit up at the sight the mini-buffet. “This looks amazing, Anderson!” She still wondered how he never ceased to amaze her with his creativity and idealism.
Anderson allowed a small, smug grin to spread across his perfect lips. He thoroughly enjoyed the way Angela reacted to his innovative seduction techniques. He raised his freshly groomed eyebrows at her.
Just then, the limousine pulled off onto the street and begin to head south.
“I know we don’t have a lot of room in here, but I want you to put this on,” Anderson requested, handing her a red box that was in the shape of a heart. It had a drawn-on bow on the top of it. Angela opened the box and her eyes widened in delight when she saw a red-colored edible nightie inside of it.
“Oh my gosh!” Angela said, giggling in spite of herself. “I think this may turn out to be one of our best lunch dates yet!”
Anderson proceeded to pour the two of them some champagne in the wine glasses as Angela hurriedly removed the dress she had worn to work so she could slip on the edible nightie. She had already stopped wearing underwear to work the day she had started working her new job at Anderson’s office building. And, since her breasts were firm and perky, she often went braless as well. Today had been the perfect day to leave the panties and bra at home, and she was very glad she had. She tore off her dress and slid daintily into the edible red nightie.
There was also a pair of edible candy panties underneath the nightie, so she slid those on as well. Anderson had already seen her naked on numerous occasions, of course, but he turned away to prepare their champagne and fruit plates while she changed. He wanted to wait to see her completely dressed up in the sexy edible outfit before he turned back around to officially start their lunch break.
“No peeking!” Angela said with a giggle, as she slid the edible candy panties up around her slender hips.
“I’m not peeking,” Anderson assured her. He was already imagining how delicious she would look in the edible gear he had gotten her, and he was also thinking about how delicious she would taste, as well.
“Okay, you can look now,” Angela told him.
Anderson turned around to see her posing seductively in her sexy little lingerie attire. His eyes widened with delight at the sight of her. The stringy lingerie hugged her figure with pure perfection. It accented each and every curve of her body from her pert, large breasts to her thin, feminine hips, and when she turned her body to the side, the candy panties aligned her firm, round, ass with precision.
“You, my dear, look more mouth-watering and appetizing than any of these exotic fruits and creams ever could,” Anderson crooned.
His voice was oh so soft, sensuous, and tantalizing. He was leaning in so close to her ear that she could feel his warm breath right against the upper part of her neck. It sent a wave of shudders through her entire body. His voice was so deep and gruff that every time he would whisper in her ear, she would feel another twinge between her thighs. He really knew exactly how to turn her on.
Anderson was wearing dark-colored button-down silk shirt and a pair of expensive black slacks. To Angela, he always looked very elegant and sexy, no matter what he wore on any given day. His silk shirts always hugged the muscles of his arms and chest, outlining the flawless definition of his perfectly-chiseled figure through the thin fabric. As he sat there looking at Angela in her edible lingerie, taking in the sight of her while holding his full glass of champagne in his hand, Angela couldn’t help but feel a very strong urge to rip his shirt off of him and ravage his sexy body. Instead, she winked at him, barely able to contain her ever-growing arousal.
“Champagne?” he asked, handing her the glass he had poured for her while she had been changing into her lunch attire.
“Why, thank you, Mr. Cromby,” Angela said, unable to keep herself from smiling at him. She noticed that she did a lot of smiling, giggling, and laughing whenever she was Anderson. More so than whenever she was with Mark, in fact. And she also did significantly more moaning, groaning, panting and squealing whenever she was with having sex with Anderson—more than what she had ever done while having sex with Mark. But, she didn’t want to think about such things right now, so again, she pushed the thoughts out of her mind and focused on enjoying her time with Anderson, for the time being.
The two of them sipped champagne and made a bit of small talk as the sexual tension between them continued to build. Angela knew that Anderson thoroughly enjoyed building up the suspense of their rendezvouses. It made the end result so much more satisfying and it always left the both of them craving more of each other. He loved to have control over Angela in a sexual way and bring her to the brink of literally begging him for more. Angela couldn’t deny that she loved it just as much as he did.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours, Angela,” Anderson ordered. She obliged. He dipped a strawberry in whipped cream and placed between her lips. She bit down, tasting the sweetness of the fruit and the cream on her tongue.
“Mmm,” she hummed, chewing the fruit and then swallowing.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you eat,” Anderson told her, reaching for another fruit. “This is what we’re going to do today, my love. I want you to taste one of every fruit here, and then I’m going to blindfold you. I’m going to feed you a different fruit and you are going to tell me which type of fruit it is, just by smell and taste alone.”
“Okay,” Angela answered.
“I’m going to ask you which kind of fruit it is and each time you get it right, I’m going to eat a piece of your nightie off of you. But, each time you guess it wrong, I am going pull down your candy panties and spank you on your beautiful ass.”
Angela shuddered again, this time with elevated excitement. She could already feel the goosebumps spreading all over her body, just thinking about being blindfolded and spanked by Anderson. She was already planning to purposely guess some of the fruits wrong so that she could feel the thrill of the intertwined pleasure and pain of his firm, strong palms on the cheeks of her ass.
“Are you ready?” Anderson asked her, finishing the last of his champagne with one final gulp. He reached into the deep left pocket of his trousers and pulled out a black blindfold. Angela swallowed
down the rest of her champagne and nodded, eagerly.
Anderson set the blindfold down on his lap right over the large imprint of his already-hardening cock and picked up one of every fruit on the mini lunch buffet table of the limo. He told her what each fruit was and then allowed her one taste of each one. They enjoyed one more glass of champagne afterwards, and Angela could already feel the effects of the alcohol starting to make her feel more relaxed and less inhibited—not that she needed champagne or any other alcoholic beverage to feel that way when she was with Anderson. His presence alone was her natural aphrodisiac, all on its own.
Angela closed her eyes and felt her heartrate begin to increase as Anderson carefully and gently slid the blindfold over her face. And then, surprise! Anderson also had a pair of handcuffs. He cuffed her hands together behind her back.
Angela felt another twinge of sexual excitement between her legs. Her Anderson was always full of surprises, and he never failed to keep her guessing. It excited her to no end, and she enthusiastically allowed him to lock her wrists together behind her back. He then sat her on his lap with her legs hanging just over the left side of his body.
He gently rubbed the back of her neck, massaging her bare, exposed skin, making her want to purr like a kitten in a warm, furry slipper. The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much for Angela to bear. She could feel her clit already beginning to pulsate with desire against one of the candies on her candy panties, as the moistness between her legs started to increase.
“Here’s the first one,” Anderson told her, as he dipped a small, bite-sized piece of fruit in one of the creams and slid it between Angela’s pursed lips.
“Mmm,” she said again, savoring the sweet, tangy taste of the fruit as it mixed in with the cream.
“Which type of fruit is this, Angela?” Anderson asked her in a stern voice as his hands worked their way down until they were massaging the area directly in the middle of the small of her back. It was one of the most sensitive parts of Angela’s back and she arched it forward in response to his mesmerizing touch. A small sigh escaped her lips as he worked his fingertips around on the surface of her skin.
“Mmm, is it a starfruit? It tastes like a starfruit,” Angela replied.
All she could see was the black darkness of the blindfold over her eyes. But it seemed that by temporarily losing her ability to see her other senses had been heightened somewhat. She felt every movement of Anderson’s fingers as they worked their way around her neck and back, sending shivers of desire down her spine. The aroma and the tastes of the exotic fruits even seemed to be more intensified, as well.
“Right you are! Good girl,” Anderson told her.
He fed her the rest of the fruit and then Angela felt the heat of his mouth against her nipple. With his mouth, he peeled back a part of the edible nightie, the part covering her right breast, exposing her soft, bare skin and fully-erect nipple. Angela hissed in delight at the feel of Anderson’s mouth and tongue on her breasts. His tongue circled around her hard nipple, causing her to let out another moan of pleasure.
“Mmm, I was right,” Anderson said, in a deep, sensuous voice, his lips barely an inch from Angela’s ear. She shuddered again from the sensation of his warm breath against the nape of her delicate neck. “You taste so much better than any fruit or cream on this mini smorgasbord of treats.”
Anderson unzipped his pants and released his already half-hard cock. Angela couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could hear the zipper of his trousers being pulled down. She immediately knew that he had freed his thick, massive cock from his pants, and the thought of it only heightened the level of her arousal. Behind the darkness of the blindfold, she could imagine Anderson’s cock, its huge head swollen and stiff with desire for her. She licked her lips at the thought.
“Okay, Angela, here’s the next one,” Anderson slid another cream-covered piece of fruit in her mouth.
“This one’s an easy one. It’s a clementine,” Angela stated confidently.
“Smart girl!” Anderson said. He fed her the rest of the fruit and then used his mouth to release her other breast from the edible lingerie. He licked around her left nipple, causing it to harden as if the temperature in the room had dropped down to below 50 degrees. Angela let out another moan as her back arched again, thrusting her breast further into Anderson’s face. Anderson took her whole left breast deep into his mouth, suckling hungrily, causing her to pant with desire.
“Oh, Anderson,” Angela whispered.
“Okay, Angela, here’s the next one,” Anderson told her.
This time, Angela was stumped on the type of fruit that Anderson had placed in her mouth. She worked it around her mouth, trying to identify the taste, but couldn’t quite place it, specifically.
“Hmm,” she said, frowning just a bit. “I don’t know. Is it a kiwi?”
Anderson shook his head, though Angela couldn’t see it.
“I’m sorry, Angela, that’s not right,” Anderson said. With one swift movement, he bent Angela’s thin body over his lap with her round ass poking up in the air. He ripped the candy panties off of her with one quick gesture, sending the little candies flying around the back of the limo. Angela could feel his cock now throbbing hard against her midsection as Anderson began to prepare her for her spanking—her punishment for guessing the wrong fruit.
Angela could barely control her excitement as she felt the candy panties being torn from her crotch. With her bare, naked ass in the air, lying across Anderson’s lap, she felt her crotch grow wetter from her elevating arousal. She braced herself as she felt Anderson’s warm, smooth hands rubbing, caressing and massaging her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading, making her shudder in anticipation.
“You guessed the wrong fruit, Angela. You know what your punishment is, right?” Anderson asked her in a soft, almost soothing tone of voice.
“Yes, I know what my punishment is,” she replied in a hushed voice, barely louder than a whisper.
“What is your punishment, Angela?” Anderson demanded sternly, his voice still soft and calm. His hands were still massaging and caressing the cheeks of her exposed ass.
“My punishment is a spanking,” Angela answered.
“Are you ready for our punishment?” Anderson asked, his squeezes on her buttocks becoming a little rougher.
“Yes, I’m ready for my punishment,” Angela affirmed.
“Louder, Angela,” Anderson commanded, his voice a little sterner, now.
“I’m ready for my punishment!” Angela said in a much louder voice.
“Good girl,” Anderson said.
Just then, his large, heavy hand came down on the right cheek of her ass with a loud “smack!” sound. Angela winced in pain and let out a small yelp. Though the right cheek of her ass was stinging, a rush of arousal and excitement surged throughout the rest of her body.
“Don’t you move, Angela,” Anderson warned. Angela lay as still as she possibly could, trying her hardest not to react to the stinging pain that had been left behind from his hard slap.
She felt and heard another loud smack as Anderson’s hand came down on her other ass cheek. She let out another small yelp and bit down on her lip, fighting the intense urge to react to the stinging pain his slap had left on her exposed left buttock with every ounce of her will. Again, the pain of the hard smack sent another rush of desire racing all throughout her body, causing her to shiver, ever so slightly.
“Good girl,” Anderson commended her, his firm, strong hands now back to rubbing and caressing her stinging buttocks, massaging away the pain they’d just caused. Angela felt her pussy grow even wetter between her legs. She was extremely turned on and her ever-moistening crotch was yearning for some attention—some stimulation—from Anderson.
“One more, for guessing the wrong fruit, Angela,” Anderson cautioned her. Once more, Angela braced herself for the smack. This time, his hefty hand came down with a powerful, hard smack against both of her buttocks simultaneously.
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Angela couldn’t help but let out another yelp as both of her ass cheeks began to sting with pain, yet the rush of desire that followed was even more immense. She felt Anderson begin to caress and rub the stinging pain away right after that last hard smack and her body was on fire for him.
“You should see your beautiful ass, Angela. It looks like it’s blushing right now,” Anderson said with a small smile on his face. Angela couldn’t see it, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling. “Good girl! You took your punishment well, Angela. You’ve earned a reward.”
With that, Anderson lifted her small body with another swift movement and lay her down on the seat of the limo. He spread her legs wide and maneuvered his body between them, her hands still cuffed behind her back.
He slowly slid both of his hands down her smooth, soft legs, making his way down her thighs and closer down toward her swollen, moist, fully-exposed, pulsating clit. Angela was breathing deep and sighing, anticipating the touch of his hands on her yearning womanhood.
“Yes, relax, Angela. I’m going to give you a reward for being such a good girl. Do you want it?” Anderson asked her, his voice raspy with his own arousal.
“Yesss,” Angela hissed, raising her hips up toward him to invite his touch. “I want it. I want it so badly, Anderson!”
She shuddered as he grazed his fingers over her clit, causing her to emit a sigh of passion.
Just then, she felt a cool, light sensation on her crotch. She realized right away that Anderson had sprayed a bit of one of the flavored whipped creams on her clit.
He wasted no time diving in and sucking the whipped cream from her clit, licking it all away and then flicking his tongue against it, just the way he knew she liked it. Angela writhed and rocked with pleasure, moaning and sighing in response to his oral stimulation. Being unable to see somehow intensified the feeling of his mouth and tongue on her clit and she felt herself already getting close to climaxing. She knew that Anderson would bring her right to the edge and then stop, making her weak with desire and ready to beg him for her orgasm.
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