Nervously Michelle checks her phone, she had a feeling Logan wouldn’t show. Have neg met online, the pair confided their darkest fantasies. After weeks of talking they had decided to meet in person to finally live out one of their fantasies.

Shifting on the barstool Michelle glanced towards the restaurants main entrance. The movement caused her tight walls to squeeze the toy she had nestled inside her. If she wanted to, Michelle could control it with her phone but so could Logan.

The door to the restaurant opened, and in he strode. He looked even better than his photos with auburn hair and a light spattering of freckles giving him a deviously boyish charm. Logan had dressed for the occasion in navy chinos and an olive dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms.

When Michelle’s dark brown gaze met his, the toy sparked to life. A tantalisingly low vibration pulsing inside her. She stiffened trying her best to look relaxed. Logan grinned, swiftly closing the distance between them.

“Michelle, so sorry I was late. Parking was a nightmare.” Logan spoke wrapping his arm around Michelle enjoying the way her soft curves pressed against his frame.

“It’s alright,” her words were a breathy whisper, rewarding her with a chuckle from Logan. The sound made her stomach flutter.

With a waiter approaching them, Michelle found herself sitting face to face with the man she had been fantasising about for the past two weeks. Logan had his phone in his hands. He looked as if he were contemplating something when the toy inside her hummed with greater intensity.

“I’m going to make you cum before you can get your order out.” The words snapped her back to reality. Her nostrils flaring as she sucked in a deep breath. He said the words so casually, as if they were making idle small talk.

Placing his arm on the table, he offered her his hand to hold. Smiling she took it, his thumb slowly tracing circles. The sensation was soft and gentle compared to the pulsing hum inside her. Michelle was fighting a loosing battle. His hand wrapped around hers tightly. The toy inside her picking up intensity.

Fluttering her eyes closed, Michelle rubbed her thighs together adjusting on the seat. She wiggled about under Logan’s intense gaze. He watched, a shark like grin across his lips.

“You can order me a glass of red and the filet mignon, rare.”

For a moment Michelle was confused. Her eyes hazy with pleasure. The toy suddenly stopped. Instantly her clit throbbed with need missing the sensation. She could feel how hot her cheeks were getting, her eyes breaking from his scrutiny to search the tables around them. People dined happily, chattering alone without any idea she was on the brink of collapse.

“Would you like to order?”

Logan offered the waiter a sly smile, “absolutely.”

His hand let go of Michelle’s allowing her to place them in her lap. Clearing her throat she began to speak.

“Can we get…” She stiffens the toy vibrating inside her. The brief reprieve Logan had offered did nothing to settle her need. She could feel her slick wetness soaking her thighs with no panties to protect them.

Taking a steadying breath she smiled, her attention on the waiter and not Logan who was playing with his phone. “A glass of red and the… filet…mignon… rare.” She was struggling to talk, her words flustered and shaky.

Giggling nervously she shook her head. Strands of her wavy dark hair flowing down her shoulders. “Sorry, first date nerves.” She managed to spit out quickly.

The toy pulses its antenna settling against her swollen clit causing sharp pleasure to radiate down her spine. Her thighs squeezing tighter, “and I’ll have… a gin and tonic… with the chicken risotto.”

The waiter smiled, repeating their order. Michelle felt as if this one moment lasted 10 hours. Her body aching and shivering. As soon as the waiter turned around she felt an orgasm wash over her. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, her head rolling back.

“Awe, are you feeling okay princess?” Logan asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. His eyes burned with desire watching Michelle struggle to contain herself. It made him want to sink himself inside her, his cock standing to attention.

“I just need the rest room,” Michelle smiled quickly standing, her world spinning as she did. With shaky legs she walked to the bathroom slipping into the accessible bathroom.

Pushing open the door, Michelle stared at her reflection. Her pale cheeks radiating with heat giving her a soft glow. The fabric of her dark green dress clung to her curves. Approaching the sink, she cups her hands under the water and splashes it across her face.

Drying her face she looked behind her in time to see the door open. Logan smirking as he clicked the lock. Walking up behind her, Logan growled. He pressed into her, his eyes staring at her in the mirror.

“You did such a good job, well done princess, I’m proud.” His voice was soft but held a preparatory desire. Leaning his head down, he gently kissed along Michele’s neck. Rewarded with a whimpering mew, Logan hummed with appreciation.

Sliding his hand up her thigh, under her dress his fingertips brushed across her flesh. Kicking her legs apart she gasped. His broad chest pushing her forward to bend over the sink.

“Look how wet you are, such a filth slut getting off in public.” His words stoked her already burning fire. With a moan her eyes struggled to remain open as she pushed her hips back against him.

Logan’s fingers dipped inside her slowly pulling out the toy, its vibration disappearing. Groaning Michelle wiggled her hips. She opened her mouth to protest but was cut off by Logan.

“Ah uh, you’ve got to stay quiet.” As he spoke, Logan slipped the toy into her mouth. She opened wide accepting it, her tongue flicking across the smooth silicone enjoying the taste of her orgasm.

“All those people, had no idea… how much of a whore you are. How wet your cunt is for me.” His words were punctuated by the sound of his fly unzipping.

“Eyes on me princess.” Logan commanded. Her body obeyed him, her eyes opening slowly and adjusting to the bright lights. She watched his hungry gaze devour her. His fingers tugged at her dress, the wrap around swiftly coming undone. Peeling the fabric from her body she gasped.

Her plump pale skin exposed to him. The blunt head of his cock teasingly poked against her entrance. “Is this what you want princess?” His voice was a delicious purr.

Nodding Michelle whimpered nodding, unable to talk with the toy in her mouth. “Good.” Logan’s words were rough. One of his hands slid to her head. His fingers entangling in her long hair.

With a violent tug his hips bucked pushing inside her. He growled with pleasure feeling her tight, wet velvet walls hug him. Her body reacted to him, her hips rolling back. With her thighs twitching Logan pounded into her.

The small bathroom was filled with the sound of lewd slapping. Michelle kept her eyes on him, she enjoyed the expression he made as he enjoyed exploring her. His free hand slid from her hip, leaning over her to grasp one of her breasts.

Writhing under him, Michelle couldn’t hold her moans that came out muffled against the toy in her mouth. Slick juices smothered her thighs, his speed punishing now as his cock filled her.

Her body hummed with intense pleasure. Logan’s fingers pinching her sensitive pink nipple. He rolled it slowly the pressure increasing until finally Michelle crumbled again.

She cried out against the toy. Her thighs twitched and shivered her hands grasping the sink so hard her knuckles went white. Michelle’s walls fluttered around him, milking him of his cum.

“Fuck yes!” He moaned thrusting in her one last time before holding her deep, threads of hot cum spurting inside her. Catching his breath he murmured slowly sliding out, tucking himself back inside his pants zipping them up. Plopping the toy from her mouth, he gently slid it back inside her causing some of his cum to trickle out.

“Our food is probably ready, how about we go enjoy it.” Logan leans down placing a kiss against her cheek. His voice deep, “that was incredible.”

With a wink he strode from the bathroom as if he didn’t just fuck her brains out. Shivering Michelle straightened herself, collected her dress from the ground and tied it back around her body. She giggled feeling a dark desire grow inside her. Whispering to herself in the mirror she smiled, “best orgasm ever.”