when coffee isn't just coffee

Well things are moving along. I met with local D again, just for coffee..but when is coffee just coffee? I am beginning to be made aware. The further I go the more naive I am reminded I am though this doesn't actually bother me. I am a pretty 'take it at face value' kind of girl. This makes for an enjoyable journey. No hidden agendas are suspected or indeed exist (on my part at least). My naivety makes for delicious surprises at every turn. Take a morning coffee for example. I had dressed for morning coffee when the *ping heralded a message.

No panties as usual (usual! what's usual we have met only once before, once does not a usual make.)...and today I want to see more of you, more cleavage thank you, if that means no bra then so be it. Show me the slut you are.

I became very nervous all of a sudden. What on earth was I going to do in temperatures approaching winter in order to expose those parts of myself  'usually' (in the true sense of the word) reserved for summer frocks.

One dress after another came out of the wardrobe, until I found just the right one. Cleavage...tick (with bra). Daytime...tick. High heeled boots and fish nets....tick. Slut...not so much, but it would have to do. I opted not to don the red red knock 'em dead lips and darkly painted eyes..clearly I have a long way to go in tapping into my slut when instructed to do so. All this for morning coffee!

Our meeting was fabulous. I arrived at exactly the time I was told to arrive (such an obedient lilone). He was already sitting with coffee which had been half drunk. He must have arrived sometime ago. He rose to kiss my cheek as I walked to the table, whispering in my ear 'that is beautiful', his eyes falling to my exposed breasts. I felt the flush in my cheek already and the flush between my thighs wasn't far behind.

He ordered coffee for me and we talked for what seemed like forever. A date was set for the main event. A meeting for 'play'.

Nearing the end of our meeting the breathless and very hot girl was sent to the bathroom with instructions to make herself the slut she wants to be.

My head was mushy and I was having trouble navigating the journey through the room on my return from the bathroom. A group of four men had gathered at a table between where I had to be and where I was.  Sizing up the spaces between them and the wall I picked my best root so as not to accidentally fall into them in my unsteady state. My exposure did not go unnoticed and I swear they knew what a slut I had just become. Glancing over to local D, the glint in his eye told me he was enjoying my dilemma and the acute sense of embarrassment I had begun to feel.

We walked to the car park, the moisture between my legs reminding me of the slut I was becoming.

As we stood in the car park to say goodbye he kissed my cheek. Pulling back he said 'I am going to do something'. I looked up at him my naivety kicking in in spades. I gasped and whimpered as his hand reached out and found its mark. He was inside my bra, broad daylight, public car park rolling my nipple between his fingers tips, pinching, pulling, hurting just a little. I held my ground. No protest, no pulling away. I caught myself thinking...OMG this is hot! Such a simple act. My dripping cunt responded with my nipple. I closed my eyes, held my breath and like Alice, I jumped feet first into the rabbit hole.

the olives slid down her gullet

The Olives no sooner slid down her gullet than he said

"Do you know what you are going to do now?"

She looked at him. She was nervous but she she felt her eyes twinkle with anticipation.

"Do you?"

"No," she stammered "but I suspect you are going to tell me."

The corners of his mouth turned up. He had warned her that he never forgot anything and this time her smart mouth was going to be her downfall. He liked it when she risked her well being with her smart arsed comments. He was going to enjoy very much adjusting her attitude in that area, not too much, not to damage her spirit, just enough to help her think twice about the consequences which may ensue.

"Yes I am."

He rose the icy drink to his lips and took a deep, long and slow swallow. Placing the glass in front of her he leaned forward, his lips to within millmeters of her ear.

"I want you to go to the bathroom. You will cum. Twice. Taste yourself."

She gasped and pulled back from his hot breath curling around her ear. She met his gaze. At once excited and shocked. This was their first meeting. On top of that he was her first real experience with a Dom man. She had expected to have a drink and talk. She expected that mutual decisions would be made about whether or not they continued. She had followed instructions and not worn panties. She had not expected to have to undertake futher instruction to cum, in public. She felt acutely her naivety. She knew at once she would comply. She was the most excited she had been in a long time. She felt the gush between her thighs. As she rose he said, "...and I will smell you when you return. Go quickly now."

user ready slut, batteries not included

We were alone, a rare opportunity presented and we decided to go out for dinner.

'Come on then' I said to P as I walked to leave the lounge room.

'Take your panties off first."

I stop in my tracks, looking back at him with a little confusion and a not inconsequential amount of excitement.

"..Or am I too late?" (he does know me and my penchant for no knickers with a frock).


"No" I smiled as I slowly lifted my dress and slid the red lace down letting it fall to my ankles. I stepped out of the panties and kept walking lifting my skirt to show him my bare bottom.
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Later, on our way home from the restaurant I lifted my skirt to 'sit pretty' on the car seat thinking sexy thoughts. He appreciated my bare bottom on the seat. I became hot and moist between my thighs. He could see everything in front. Tapping the dashboard he beckoned me to rest my heels up there and I threw my legs wide up on the dashboard, my vixen red toe polish reflecting in the windscreen.


It was still daylight and I was nervous someone would see my Sharon Stone moment as we drove through the suburban jungle. The relief I felt when we arrived home!..but I was very very wet. Well lubricate for any impending use. User ready...;)




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