(Repost)

Perhaps if I had known just how sadistic Avery was I would have taken a different approach, or worked in the office of the Republican candidate and used sex there to get what I wanted. I could not back out now I had her on the hook. While I was not a virgin when it came to kink, the level and intensity Avery and Master (Master, always Master, even when thinking about him before I became his toy) played at. If I had done a bit more research, but I was young, smug, and so sure my young, twenty-four year old body could get a woman in her forties (though she never looked like she was till now) to sleep with me.

It was an intimate dinner, with the two of us sitting next to one another. This was by design, though I made her think it was her idea. She put me inside the booth. I knew her plan, even encouraged it by hiking my skirt up a little and spreading my legs as I sat. It did not take long for the fun to begin, with her feeding me choice bits of food from her plate, and her fingers buried to the third knuckle inside of my quim. She had made certain a bit of hot sauce was on her fingers to make my pussy sting and gush like a river.

I did not even try to be coy, could not be coy. I had every intention of being reluctant and hesitant, but Avery was far too skilled. I knew she was married, but she made me squirm like few women I had ever been with, making me wonder if her marriage was a fake, a public face to allow her husband and herself to operate without scrutiny. The woman knew her way around a pussy far too well to be a girl who liked dick. I know it was a young stereotype for me to have, but it was all which could come to mind as she had my pussy aching and needing faster than anyone else I had ever been with.

At first I fought it, at least trying to fight the sensations of the approaching orgasm. It was moving a bit too fast for me despite my intentions of getting Avery into this exact compromising spot. It was clear after two minutes I could not fight it. She knew the exact moment I had surrendered. She been looking for the moment I want from playfully reluctant and her smile became a bit more predatory. When I relaxed as put my hands to her wrists, she slowed down, backed off the wave threatening to crash about me.

I remember whining, pleading, begging even. I didn't care we were in a restaurant, I wanted to cum, I wanted to have my quim drip all over her fingers and know she was the one to bring me to this point. Avery did not stop teasing me, only how she was not done with me and did not want things to end so soon. I should have known by her voice there was a sadistic streak a mile wide inside of her. Yet at the same time, there was wonder and excitement and more. This was a woman who did not want to hurt or harm me. Get her kink down on me yes and scratch her own itch, but she did not want me to suffer purely for suffering sake, at least it was how I viewed events back then.

I will admit I did not remember much about the rest of the dinner, only how she brought me to the edge again and again, but would not let me climax. Tears were starting to form in my eyes. She was no less merciless in the car. I recall banging my head repeatedly against the headrest of her car. We drove, and she did not need to be circumspect with me. She had my breasts out and was alternating between twisting my nipples, fingers digging into my tit-flesh hard and deep, and finger pumping in and out of my throbbing cunt. I could not take anymore and I did something I had never done with any other lover of mine.

I begged...

Oh how my lover chuckled, as if my breathless, near whine pitched voice was the sweetest of wine to hers. Avery then stopped and asked me seriously, all traces of wicked amusement gone from her voice if I trusted her. The lust filled fog in my mind cleared briefly. I thought this was a critical juncture and if I said anything but yes, I would lose her, and I would never again be given a chance to be this close to her. So I said yes, of course. If playful evilness could be distilled into a smile, hers would forever be used as the picture definition. She pulled out a set of handcuffs and put them on me, securing my hands behind my back so I could not play with myself even if I wanted too. Oh how she purred. I almost came from the sound alone. She told me I had best cancel my classes tomorrow, as she was going to fuck me till brunch was served. I shuddered, and wondered if I had made a mistake, but if I had, I would die with a smile upon my lips.

How wrong I was…