1. Saturday submissive


    Date: 10/11/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: samuelle, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    me? It’s that I don’t even like wearing underwear - in fact, I never wear them unless I’m working.” “You never wear underwear?” he stammered. “Nope, I prefer the feeling of whatever I am wearing rubbing against me as I move. In fact, my walk here has me pretty stimulated and a little wet,” I said loud enough so people who were close to us could hear. Jack’s face went red and he placed his finger over his lips signaling for me to speak more softly, but this was beginning to be fun. Besides this was his idea and he had tortured me all day. “Am I embarrassing you? I thought you were interested in getting to know me?” “Sam, you don’t have to continue with this. Let’s just have lunch and go home. Remember that you are my submissive today and I have other things planned,” he whispered. His face was red and his eyes wide. “You want to take me home with you, yet we only just met. Do you think just because I told you I am not wearing any panties and that my pussy is wet that I am the kind of girl that would go home with a guy she just met, because he is buying her lunch?” I asked loudly. Glancing around I could tell people at the adjacent tables were listening. “Look, Jack, that is your name right? I am not that kind of girl. Sure I love sex and oral sex in particular but don’t you think you are rushing it just a little?” Now Jack was squirming in his seat. Maybe it was from the conversation or perhaps it was because he suddenly had a huge erection, either way I was enjoying my ...
    sudden nastiness and decided to push it even further. “Am I making you hard thinking about my mouth on your cock and me swallowing when you come?” Jack was visibly fidgeting nervously now and the people within earshot were leaning closer in order to hear every erotic word. The look on Jack’s face was priceless. I knew he wanted desperately to get up and leave but lunch was coming and I was sure he could not stand without embarrassment from the bulge that was likely in his shorts. I pressed on, slipping my foot from my sandal and stretching my leg under the table to begin rubbing his groin. His face was now wrinkled with a red sternness as he whispered, “Stop it. Everyone in the bar is looking at us.” “I know… isn’t it fun? Remember this was your idea, I am just playing my part,” I said softly. Sadly, the barmaid brought our lunch as I finished my sentence. Before she set it on the table, Jack told her we had changed our mind and asked if we could get it to go. She smiled, winked at him, and left - plates in hand. “You want our food to go? Are you in a hurry to get somewhere?” I blurted out loudly. “You know you really should eat, because you are going to need your strength for what I am going to do to you.” Jack looked up at the room and smiled a nervous, smile. A couple of minutes later the barmaid returned to the table with the food packaged neatly in Styrofoam containers. Looking right at Jack, she said she assumed he wanted the bill right away before she handed it to him and ...
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