“Which way, Angela?” Anderson demanded.
“Right, go right!” She exclaimed.
It was a game they were playing in the back of Anderson’s brand-new Rolls Royce. Every time they approached an intersection, Angela had to guess which way they needed to go in order to get to the restaurant. It wasn’t a fair game, in Angela’s opinion, since Anderson had never told her where they were going. When she guessed correctly, he would reward her with a strong pulse of the vibrator that he was controlling from his cellphone. If she guessed incorrectly, he would withdraw the sensation to a low hum. If she happened to miss two turns in a row, Anderson would completely turn off the device, leaving her begging for more.
Anderson pulled Angela onto his lap with his strong arms. Angela could feel the ripples of muscle on his arms and abdomen as she sat on top of him. Of course, he had already pulled his thick cock out of the confines of his slacks. Angela could feel the hot liquid pre-cum against her skin. She was already soaking wet, and her pussy was begging to have Anderson inside her.
“Angela, we are going to add something to our little game. I’m going to put my cock inside your ass. You must make me cum by the time we get to the restaurant. If you don’t, I will keep teasing you all night, but I won’t let you cum. I’ll bring you right to the edge of ecstasy, my dear, only to snatch it away from your grasp.”
Angela’s reply was only a surprised moan as she felt the tip of Anderson’s cock slip inside her ass. He spent no time warming her up before thrusting inside her. Angela’s high heels dug into the black carpet as she thrust herself down onto Anderson’s body, trying to bring him to orgasm before they arrived. She wanted to feel the sweet release of an orgasm, to be carried away on the tide of bliss.
“Which way?!” Anderson shouted.
“Straight.” Angela moaned. The feeling of the vibrator mixed with the feeling of his thick cock stretching her walls with every thrust had firmly planted itself in her mind and temporarily took control of her cognitive function.
She felt the vibrator slow down to a low hum as the car turned to the left. She wished she could turn the vibrator back up to its fullest power, but that was up to Anderson. She was left to his mercy; she was completely under his spell. The vibrator thrummed gently against her clit, just enough to tease her but not give her the intense pleasure she craved.
She thrust herself harder and faster on Anderson’s cock. It was slightly painful, but that only made her enjoy it more. Anderson moaned with each thrust on Angela’s perfect ass, but he didn’t sound close to an orgasm. She squeezed her muscles around his cock, attempting to milk the juice from him. She fucked him like it was the secret to eternal life. In this case, it was the key to having the orgasm she so desperately desired. It was kind of the same thing, in her mind.
Anderson pushed her hair away from her neck. He kissed her neck gently as he placed his hands on Angela’s thighs, stopping her rhythmic thrusts.
“I’m sorry, darling. You failed. It looks like there will be no orgasm for you tonight. Maybe, if I feel generous, we can try again on the ride home. We will see if you truly deserve an orgasm.”
Angela’s heart sank. She felt that she needed to orgasm. Her clit throbbed and her pussy ached to be filled with his throbbing cock. She wanted to feel the ridge underneath the tip of his manhood slide inside her.
She lifted her ass from Anderson’s lap and adjusted her panties. She went to take out the vibrating device, but Anderson demanded she leave it inside her. He turned it on to its fullest potential once more, making Angela moan accidentally.
Pat came around and opened her door. She looked at Anderson pleadingly.
“Get out of the car, Angela.” He said sternly.
She obliged and stood on wobbly legs; the type that would be found on a baby deer instead of a grown woman. She took slow steps toward the restaurant, feeling the buzz against her clit with every step. She tried to walk normally and not give away her dirty secret. It was hard not to moan. She enjoyed the vibrations inside her, the eyes of all of the dinner guests, and the handsome man holding her hand and grinning madly beside her. They walked arm-in-arm together and walked underneath the awning of the expensive steak house.
Chapter Three
Dining and Teasing
As Angela sat down on the soft chair of the restaurant, the vibrator made it hard for her to sit down without moaning. There was something about the combination of sitting, movement, and the vibrator that was buzzing full-force against her clit that made it difficult to not utter a sound of pleasure.
While Angela was struggling to contain herself, Anderson merely sat across the table with a content smile spread across his handsome face. It was obvious to Angela that he was enjoying watching her struggle to contain herself while he gave her a secret pleasure that only they knew was happening.
Angela had to admit that it was really an erotic situation. The vibrator thrumming against her clit sent shivers up and down her spine. She had to speak to the waiter without making any moans or sounds that might betray their secret. Couple that with Anderson sitting across from her and her ass still hurting from the game they had played in the Rolls Royce earlier, and it was a wonder that Angela was able to speak at all.
There was so much stimulation taking over her body. Every sensation, every orifice, every pore of her body begged to be released into the sweet bliss of an orgasm. That decision was up to Anderson, however. There was nothing she could do to convince him to let her cum, unless she won the game on the way back to her apartment.
Anderson had started to become more dominant in their relationship, and Angela loved every moment of it. She had always had a fetish for being submissive to a man, but had never expressed that urge to anyone before now. She had always kept it buried down inside her like it was one of her vital organs- safe and protected from the eyes of the world.
With Anderson, however, she felt free to make her wants known. It seemed that he didn’t need her to verbalize her desires; he just seemed to know what she wanted. He had a power over her, and it was beginning to seem that she had one over him.
“Hey!” Angela cried as the buzzing against her clit slowed to a medium hum.
“You weren’t paying attention to me. That’s what you get.” Anderson said. His eyes looked like they had been forged from steel, and yet they were still gentle in a way.
“I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”
“About what?” He asked.
“Maxine.” She lied.
Anderson nodded. She could tell that he knew she was lying by the way one corner of his mouth tilted up as his head moved with the nodding motion. She hated lying to him, but this wasn’t the time or the place to tell him about her desires.
The waiter came by their table to take their drink order. Angela had never been to a restaurant where the wait staff wore black suits the covered pristine white shirts. Anderson ordered a bottle of wine that was foreign to Angela.
The light from the candle on the center of the table flickered against Anderson’s eyes, making them shine. With each flash of light, Angela could see the playful glint in his eye. Angela could tell that there was something rolling around inside Anderson’s mind. He was thinking of something, but his facial expression gave no indication of what might be going on inside his mind. He just wore a pleasant, easy expression. His lips were curled into a smile that he seemed to be trying to conceal, and his eyes were wrinkled at the corners.
The thrum inside her wet pussy shot up from a hum that was low and gentle to a strong vibration that made her muscles clench the moment it shot up. Angela couldn’t hold back the quiet moan that escaped her lips.
The waiter came back to their table holding a bottle of wine. The bottle seemed black in the dim lighting of the restaurant. The blackness of the bottle was split in half by a dark green label that was accented by cursive words that were written in a recessed gold font. The words shimmered in the flickers of the candle light.
The waiter pl
aced the wine into a metal bucket full of ice and rolled it back and forth between his palms, making the ice clink against the bottle and the metal bucket. The entire time the waiter stood next to their table, Anderson kept playing with the controls. He had it set at a sort of wave pattern. The intensity would slowly rise until it was at full-force. It would stay at that intensity for a few moments and then it would begin to decrease, leaving her wishing the sensation wouldn’t leave her clit.
After the waiter left their table, Anderson reached for the bottle and pulled it out of the bucket. Ice cascaded off the glass surface of the bottle and made a tinkling sound as they filled in the space where the bottle had been just seconds before.
He lifted the bottle and poured himself a glass. He asked Angela to lift her glass so that he could pour the sweet wine into her glass. With the vibration thrumming inside her body, she was unable to hold the glass still. Instead, her hand shook uncontrollably. The impact of the glass against the bottle made a distinct clinking sound. Anderson had a mischievous smile, knowing exactly the effect he was having on Angela.
Chapter Four
Redemption
As soon as Pat closed the door of the Rolls Royce, Angela lifted her skirt and pulled down her silky panties. She could see that Anderson had not lost his erection from the car ride earlier. It could have been the control he had held over her body as well as her mind, or it could have been the anticipation of the ride home. Angela wasn’t sure what had caused it, but she honestly didn’t care. She had been fantasizing about getting on his cock the second they got back into the car.
Now that her panties were laying on the floor of the car, she focused her attention on Anderson. She slowly undid the various fastenings of his slacks. The fabric felt smooth and expensive as she slid her palms across the slick fabric. She hooked her fingers underneath the waistband and pulled them until they were lying in a crumpled pile on the floor of the car.
Her mouth was instantly wrapped around the tip of his thick cock. As she pushed her head down until her nose touched the skin that covered his pubic mound. She sucked hard; it was as if she were trying to milk his cock with her mouth. She had a quick, easy rhythm with her sucks. She took turns focusing on the head and the base. At first, she would suck the tip of his cock until her lips wrapped around the shaft, making him utter a loud moan. Then she would press her head down onto the base of his cock, taking him into her mouth until the entire length of his cock was inside her lips and the tip was down the back of her throat.
Anderson entangled his fingers inside Angela’s dark hair. She could feel his tight grip that pulled her hair, sending a slightly painful sensation radiating through her nerves. The pain only served to arouse her more. Anderson pushed her head down and then pulled it back up so that her lips were soft against the tip.
Without warning, Angela rose from the carpet. Her knees found the leather of the seat as she straddled Anderson’s lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as she teased his cock with her pussy. Her fingers traced his muscles as she worked her way down his chest and abdomen. When her hand found the swell of his cock, she wrapped her fingers around the tool and rubbed the tip across her wet slit.
Anderson looked at her with pleading eyes. It was as if the tables had turned. He was the one begging for an orgasm. When Angela felt that they had both had enough teasing, she held his cock still and slammed herself down onto his cock. Their moans resonated in unison. Anderson turned the vibrator to a medium speed and kept it inside her.
Angela held onto Anderson’s shoulders as she rose and fell on Anderson’s stiff erection. She felt him stretching the walls of her pussy and hitting her cervix with each movement. She squeezed her pelvic muscles and heard a low moan escape his lips. She kissed him in the middle of his moan, silencing him.
She enjoyed being in control for the time she had the power, but it was short-lived. Anderson took control of her body as he lifted her and say her down on the seat next to him.
“Lay down.” He commanded.
Angela did as he said. She laid against the cold leather of the seat and spread her legs wide open with the vibrator that started in her pussy and wrapped to her clit still firmly in place. Anderson wasted no time inserting himself into her soaking wet orifice.
“You were a very good girl during dinner, so I’m going to change the rules a little bit. I’m going to let you cum.”
With that, he began to fuck Angela like she had never been fucked before. It felt like there was a deep-seated hunger inside him that could not be satiated until he shot him semen inside her. His hands felt hot against her skin as he held her thighs to his chest, opening her up even more.
Angela started to feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm welling up inside her. It felt like a warm wave that started in her toes and flew through every nerve, making their synapses fire rapidly. She felt that she wouldn’t be able to hold back the orgasm that had been building inside her body for hours. She longed to feel the orgasm take control of her mind and her body, to feel as if she were floating on a loud of bliss for a few moments.
Anderson gave her a few more thrusts that were strong, forceful, and was enough to send Angela spiraling into the oblivion of the most intense orgasm she had felt thus far in her life. The orgasm completely consumed her, making her incapable of thought or focusing on anything but the waves of pleasure full sensations that were rolling through her body.
It seemed that sending Angela over the edge was just enough to bring Anderson to orgasm as well. Angela felt as the hot liquid filled her orifice. Anderson’s eyes rolled to the top of his eyelids, making it apparent that he was feeling the same sensations that Angela had felt moments before. She could feel his thighs tremble against her own.
Anderson leaned down and kissed Angela lightly. He laughed and kissed her again. She felt his hand travel up her body, tickling her skin in the process. Anderson ran his fingers through Angela’s silky hair. Angela’s eyes closed as she enjoyed the gentle sensation. She felt more content and happy than she ever had before. Even with Mark, there had always been something missing. She could never figure out exactly what was lacking, but it was undeniable that there was something missing.
With Anderson, she had never felt that anything was missing. Their sex was incredible, he treated her like a lady in the streets and his personal slut in the sheets. He was very kind and generous toward her. He treated her like she was the only woman in the world, let alone in the room.
Chapter Five
Girl Talk
Angela sat down on the couch. The velvety fabric felt nice against the parts of her legs that weren’t covered by her denim shorts. Maxine held her arm out and offered Angela the bowl of popcorn. She indulged and took a large handful of the fluffy popped kernels that were slathered with butter. As she ate them, they melted on her tongue with a slightly salty tang.
On the television was a movie about a woman who had been locked in an insane asylum against her will. It was on one of those women’s entertainment channels. The girls were only paying half attention to the melodrama, however. The topic of conversation was how Angela felt about Anderson, and about Mark.
“I don’t know, Maxine. They really are great men.”
“Except one is your ex. Ex’s are ex’s for a reason, Angela.”
“I know, but he feels different somehow.”
“Does he really, or do you just want him to be different this time?”
Angela had no answer. She was stunned by the truth that her friend may have revealed. It was as if Maxine had stumbled onto a part of Angela’s mind that she hadn’t been aware existed. Her words went right to her soul.
“I wish I had an answer, Maxine. I really do.”
“I think you do know. I think you just don’t want to admit it to yourself. I think you know that you need to stop seeing Mark. You have a really good thing going with Anderson. Why not throw out the old and welcome the new? I know that’s what is holding you back from ful
ly committing to him.”
“I don’t know, Maxine. I really do like Anderson, but I can’t shake the feeling that there might still be something there with Mark.”
“That’s your choice; I can’t make it for you,” Maxine said quietly, “Pass the popcorn, please.”
Angela moved the bowl closer to Maxine. She had to admit that she had been clutching the bowl of popcorn like she was somewhat of a popcorn hoarder. Maxine was her best friend, and she knew that she was only looking out for Angela. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but feel that she was trying to force Angela into making a decision that she wasn’t sure she wanted to make.
She couldn’t deny that there was at least a little bit of truth in what Maxine had said. It could be entirely possible that Mark truly was holding her back from fully committing to Anderson. She didn’t hold back sexually, but she had to admit to herself that she was actually holding out emotionally. She wanted to have Anderson in every way possible, and she was pretty certain that he felt exactly the same way.
Angela trusted Maxine more than she trusted herself at times, but it was hard to trust her about whether or not she should give up on Mark. Mark hadn’t been the worst boyfriend, but he definitely wasn’t the best either. Sure, she felt strongly for Anderson, but she also had some remaining feelings for Mark.
It was glaringly apparent to her that soon she would have to make a decision about which man she would choose, and she would have to choose soon. It wasn’t fair to the men to keep them in limbo like they were at that moment. Mark was lingering in her heart, and Anderson was quickly forging his way into her heart and her mind.
“How are you feeling?” Angela asked Maxine.
“I’m really feeling a lot better. I’m still not completely better, but the doctors say I have nothing to worry about and I am on my way to a complete and full recovery.”
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