2. Submissive is forbidden from using any and all recording devices before, during, and after acquaintance and subsequent sexual congress, without express written consent and agreement with Master.
3. Submissive must agree to any and all requests Master makes during sexual encounters, including but not limited to;
i. Bondage
ii. Mutual Masturbation
iii. Anal sex with both Parties as either receiving or giving.
iv. Sexual toys and stimulators.
v. Various role-play scenarios.
4. Submissive will agree to submit all sexual power and control to Master when the Master demands it.
5. Master may request Submissive to take on the role as Master for the remainder of an encounter, wherein the roles will be switched but only for that set period. Once both parties have finished, the original roles will ensue.
6. Both Parties agree that this contract is strictly confidential and shall not be discussed to anyone else except those mentioned here.
It didn’t take him long to read over it, but with each new bullet point I noticed his eyes widen just a little more. I felt his body start shifting, his legs coming together; I knew he was just putting pressure on his now throbbing erection. It was hard to hide and I knew him so well at this point, it was like reading an intense romance book. He may have thought he could hide certain things from other people, but not from me. I slid my sandals off and moved my foot higher, now resting on his growing cock. I felt his member pulse against the fabric of his jeans. I knew people next to us could see my foot massaging his huge bulge, but I didn’t care. I was hungry for him.
He took a deep breath, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Hand me a pen.”
I reached into my purse again, slid over the pen and watched as he without hesitation signed his name on the dotted line. All the while, my foot was methodically going up and down, rubbing his rock-hard erection. I could feel the stares from the young man next to us, I even heard the girl he was with giggle. I glanced their way for a moment with a devilish smile and returned my focus back to Mason, who was now concentrated on my exposed cleavage.
I reached over, grabbed the contract and returned it to my purse. I then got up and shifted my chair over to his side of the table, so we were now sitting next to each other. I leaned over and nibbled on his earlobe, well aware that the other curious couple was still watching us. He let out a quiet moan and rested his hand on my bare thigh. I moved it up until he was resting on my mound, now soaked in my wetness.
I lowered my hand until it rested on his jeans. I felt the outline of his thick cock push against the fabric. The urge for him to be free was almost overwhelming, but I just continued to rub the outside of his pants. He must have not been wearing any underwear as I felt the wetness of his pre-cum seep through the fabric of his jeans. I slowly massaged his thickness, feeling him pulsate. I glanced over at the couple, who were now blatantly watching us with a naughty intrigue on both of their faces. I returned their mischievous expressions as I undid Mason’s zipper and slipped my hand under the jeans. He definitely wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I felt the heat of his thick member warm my hand as I grasped the full size of him, barely able to close my fingers fully around his shaft. I stroked him. Up and down. Up and down. Under his jeans.
His hand was still on the center of my shorts, just above my warm pussy. He put pressure on my mound, sending heat waves course through my body. At this point, my hand started moving faster, exploring every inch of his shaft. His breathing was getting heavier and I knew he was close. I shifted in my seat, allowing him to reach in and place his hand under my shorts, rubbing my pink lips and spreading them aside with his strong fingers. He put one, then two inside of me, curving them upward and gently pushing them in deep. I let out a small gasp as he entered in a third finger, stretching me open.
Now it wasn’t only the couple watching us. Another man sitting in the table across from us took notice. I locked eyes with him, glancing down and noticing his gym shorts were raised in an impressive tent. Seeing him just as turned on set me off. I came on Mason’s fingers, pulsating around him. He felt my whole body tense and heard my moans escape me. My hand grasped tighter on his shaft, sending him over the edge as well. I felt warmness shoot out of his tool. A dark stain spreading quickly along the inside of his jeans. His breathing was heavy as he let go of his seed, some of it spilling out through the opening of the zipper.
When we were both finished, he slowly pulled his fingers out of me as I took my hand out from his jeans. Both of us were still dripping wet as we looked at each other and burst out in a fit of giggles. The couple next to us also started laughing in that “embarrassed but holy shit that was hot” kind of way. I noticed the other man had taken care of his situation, a dark stain also spreading across his light blue gym shorts. He got up, stain and all, and walked over to where we sat. Without saying a word, he dropped a folded up napkin on our table and walked away.
I looked over to Mason and grabbed the napkin, opening it up and reading it aloud. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve seen in a while. My name is Chase. Number is 813-7678, gimme a call”.
“I have to agree with him, that was beyond hot,” Mason said to me as he rezipped his pants. I nodded my head in agreement and decided to hold on to the napkin, throwing it in my jacket pocket. I was just about to respond to Mason when he took my face in both of his hands and pulled me in for a deep kiss. His tongue filled my mouth with passionate need as I brought my hands up and ran them through his ruffled hair. Then, just as suddenly as it happened, he let go and turned to the couple next to us.
“Hope you liked the show,” then he turned to me, “Come on, let’s get out of here. I honestly don’t ever want to see coffee again for a while.”
I laughed, still in the giddy throws of my climax.
Chapter 3
It was that same night and Mason was over watching something on Netflix, it looked like a pretty interesting documentary on a sushi chef. I watched him lounging on my couch, the 80 inch screen T.V. seeming to swallow him up.
As soon as we got back to my place after our coffee shop escapade, we had even more incredible sex. It included him taking me into my master bedroom and throwing me down on the bed. His force. His hunger. His power was so intoxicating. I climaxed four times before I had to get off of him, my body feeling like jell-o. We still hadn’t tested out the limits to our new contract, but he knew that was imminent. For the rest of the day we lounged out by my pool, overlooking the Hollywood Hills.
My house was a three story, seven-bedroom mansion constructed just for me at the edge of the hills. I had an incredible view of the city, and the house was decorated just as I liked it. My sense of style was a modern one and that was reflected in every aspect of my humble abode. Most of the walls were actually windows, letting in as much sun as possible. Light gleamed off the stainless steel appliances and the white ivory accents. It was my dream house, except it had been feeling sort of empty lately. Now, with Mason lounging in just his boxer-briefs on my couch, it all started to seem complete.
No, no, no, no. I can get a puppy! I don’t need this guy to feel complete… ugh but he’s so fucking hot. Look at him. Jesus, his thighs are like marble pillars. And those abs. And his dick, I can just see the outline. Damn it.
My thoughts had been out of control. Why did I all of a sudden start feeling such a deep connection towards Mason? Then there was the fact that something wasn’t adding up just right. But I found that I couldn’t pay attention to it. Finding something out about Mason would mean ruining what we had together. The next really logical step would be to just ask him where he saw this going. But was I even ready for a relationship? I had just made him sign a sex contract after all. Not much else to go from there.
I poured myself some more Merlot and walked over to him. I had on just a light blue thong with black lace, my breasts were fully exposed. I was still sore from him previously rocking my w
orld though, so instead of initiating anything, I just sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.
“You know, Netflix has a bunch of different things to watch. Not everything is a sad documentary about a poor Asian guy opening a restaurant.” I told him, watching as the man on the television cried his heart out to his daughter, who just told him the restaurant was shutting down. Drama.
“Shit, really? I thought Netflix was just an Asian word for sushi movies! I’ve been lied to my whole life.” He exclaimed in false outrage, leaning his head over and taking a sip of my wine.
“Netflix hasn’t been around for 80 years, so saying your ‘whole life’ is stretching it,” I teased him, pushing his cheeks together to create the appearance of wrinkles.
“Let’s not add on 40 years to my life ok? You’re the one that sleeps in an anti-aging chamber anyway. For all I know you could actually be one of the people who discovered America.”
“Ah yes, Chris Columbus was such a great guy. And his dick was huge too, much bigger than yours.” I giggled, tracing a finger up his leg and resting my hand on his thigh.
“Also I slept in an anti-aging pod for one week. And I was just curious. It did get rid of a few gray hairs though.” I said, defending my previous stint in a pod. Truth be told, it was actually a very uncomfortable experience.
“They probably had someone come in and dye it for you while you slept.”
“Come to think of it… nah I’m a light sleeper.”
“Really? The other night I fell and knocked over the lamp while I got up in the middle of the night. You kept snoring louder than an epileptic trumpet player.” He laughed at his own creative description of me. I just stared up at him blankly.
“I don’t snore. I girlishly breathe heavy while I sleep. There’s a huge difference.”
“Yeah if that difference is that by girlish you mean truckerish, then possibly. I swear, I thought I was sleeping next to a chainsaw running out of batteries.” He laughed even more at his new metaphors. I playfully slapped him on the chest, spilling some of the Merlot in the process.
“Not funny... Ok fine, it’s a little funny. But you should hear yourself when you sleep! You may not snore but you make the faintest of noises. At one point it sounded like you had regressed on puberty and were instead turning into a little girl. It was so weird.”
“Wow, that is definitely not true. I’m all man, baby. I think you know that. Or do you need a reminder?” He asked this question with a slight growl at the end.
“If I get anymore reminders right now, I think I might need a wheelchair later,” I joked, still climbing my hand higher up his thigh.
“Maybe the solution is we should just not wake up when the other one is asleep,” he said, slowly opening his legs a little wider, his eyes still watching the documentary playing out on the television but it was clear his mind was starting to wander other places.
“You’re right,” I replied, letting go of his thigh and getting up off the couch. I still didn’t want to make things that easy for him. “Do you want anything from the kitchen?” I asked him, causing him to look away from the television. His eyes locked with mine for a few moments, then they trailed the curves of my body. He took in my supple, bare breasts and my sculpted hips.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He said to me, still taking in every inch of my body with his greedy blue eyes.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said playfully, turning on my heel and walking over to the kitchen. I felt his stare follow me, no doubt he watched as my perky butt walked away. I heard him get up and chase me, but I didn’t turn around until I reached the black marbled top island in the middle of my kitchen.
Just as I turned around, he was on me. His hands gripped the lower part of my back as he thrust himself towards me. His cock was already hard, aching to be released from the confines of his underwear. Feeling his bulging manhood press up against my almost exposed mound immediately turned me on.
My mouth found his as our tongues did a dance so intricate, only experienced lovers could complete. My hands explored his perfectly sculpted body. I felt his abs ripple under my hands as I traced my way down his body to the elastic band of his underwear. I lightly played with his happy trail as his left hand moved from my back and massaged my breast. He took my tight nipple and rolled it gently in his fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure rolling down my spine.
I pulled on his underwear and released his throbbing cock. Pre-cum was already dripping out of his tip as I rubbed it along his shaft, making him shine with wetness. I took my other hand and lowered my own underwear, playing gently with my moistness. I may have been sore, but I wanted him inside me more than ever.
I didn’t even wait; I lifted one leg up on my island and guided the tip of his cock to my hole. He spread aside the soaking wet lips and thrust inwards with his body, entering me in one fluid motion. I let out a gasp as he stretched me once again.
“Tell me when you’re close to coming,” I moaned, scratching into his back as he fucked me over and over again. His thrusts were becoming more powerful, as I wrapped my other leg around him and grabbed on to his shoulders. I was now being held up, Mason supporting my lower body as he continued to enter me. I could feel his solid shaft massage every part of me. It was ecstasy having Mason inside of me.
He moaned louder and louder, biting at my neck. The pain shot through my back and down to my sex, sending me over the edge for the fifth time today. My whole body shook as my mound wrapped tighter around his cock, convulsing in waves of extraordinary pleasure.
“I’m getting close,” he whispered in my ear.
“Ok, stop. Stop fucking me,” I told him, feeling him become tense as he neared his climax.
“I want to cum inside of you. You’re so beautiful, I want to fill you with me,” he told me, not stopping his thrusts. I almost let him, too, but I wanted to put the contract to use.
“Remember what we signed, you have to listen to me,” I told him, slowing the movement of my hips down. I felt him slide out of me, his head rubbing against my engorged clit.
“What do you want me to do,” he said, with such an intense hunger in his voice. He grabbed his own shaft and started stroking himself.
“Let go of yourself and follow me,” I told him, as I turned and lead him up to my bedroom. We climbed my spiral staircase and walked down the hallway, entering into my room.
“Sit,” I commanded him, pushing him down on the bed and smacking his hand away from his own cock. I walked over to my nightstand and pulled out a small, pink vibrator. It was about four inches long and three inches thick.
I went back to Mason and sat down next to him. I forced him to lie down as I sat down on his chest and bent over, taking his whole manhood in my mouth. I tasted my own wetness as I glided my tongue up and down, making circles and stroking it with my left hand. With my right hand, I took the vibrator and put it inside me, knowing that from his view, all he could see was me playing with myself.
I was still sensitive, but the vibrator was treating me just right as I moaned into his cock. I then took my wet vibrator and gently trailed it down Mason’s thigh, then back up again. I still sucked on his throbbing erection as I slowly placed the vibrator under his balls, hearing him moan louder at the new sensation. I moved my toy lower until I was right at his entrance. I felt him tense up. I knew he had never experienced anal play before, but with the new arrangements, anything was fair game and he knew that.
I let go of his dick for a few moments as I spread his thighs apart. I was still bent over his chest, so Mason took his hands and ran them across my back, down my curves and played with my lips, spreading them open and inserting a finger in me. I gasped a little as I put more pressure on his own entrance. The vibrator was still wet from my own excitement, so as soon as Mason relaxed, it entered him easily.
I heard him gasp out from behind me, whether in pain or pleasure or both, I couldn’t really decide. But hearing it turned me on even more. I started gr
inding down on his fingers as I gently pushed the vibrator deeper inside of him. I then bent over again and took him in my mouth, hearing him groan louder and louder from behind me.
My motions were getting faster; I tested my limits with him. His erection was still throbbing so I pushed the vibrator deeper. He gasped even louder but never told me to stop. It was now fully inside of him as I began twirling it around in small circles. This motion sent him over the edge as his feet both lifted and his cock pressed to the end of my throat, blowing his seed straight into my mouth. His ass tightening around my vibrator and his yells of ecstasy filling the room.
I was beyond climax as I felt my whole body shake and for the first time in my life, a stream of wetness shot out from where Mason’s fingers had been. I kept squirting, my core convulsing with pleasure as both of us experienced the strongest orgasms we had ever had.
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